Kink Me! #5
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The last months come.
Arthur watches Merlin carefully. Watches for grief or for fear or for surrender to swell. Waits for devastation and desperation. Keeps his hands curled carefully by his sides, ready.
But Merlin still smiles and reads his book and laughs. He still shows the inmates how to mend their socks in the corner of the yard and gives away his extra servings at dinner and tucks the flowers Gwen slips to him into the pocket of his shirt. He still kisses Arthur sweetly and opens his legs eagerly when Arthur touches his hip.
The things that do change are small. Quiet. It takes Arthur a while to realize he is looking for the wrong things entirely, waiting for wreckage and disaster and movie-like heartbreak. No, the ways Merlin change are soft and lingering, his fingers brushing a little longer along Arthur’s spine, his eyes a little more distant when he reads, his breath a little faster against Arthur’s neck.
Arthur notices all of this. Takes it all inside and feels it, heavy, in the depths of his chest. But he never says a word. Only holds Merlin to him and touches the places he likes best and asks him, in the dark, about his bookshop.
***
On the last night, Merlin leaves the cafeteria early during dinner, murmuring to Arthur that he is feeling unwell and would wait back in the cell. Arthur watches him leave, his own stomach churning with things that threaten to burst out of him with each passing hour but that he keeps down by invoking Merlin’s happiness. The rest of the cafeteria watches with Arthur, and the room is quiet and wary.
“It ain’t fucking right, man,” one of the inmates behind him mutters. “That boy’s the last bit of good in this place. Ain’t fucking right.”
Arthur leaves soon after, unable to take the looks in his direction or the thought of Merlin alone, and rushes back to the cell to find Will waiting for him.
“Where’s Merlin?” Arthur demands, alarm making his chest pound.
“You shut up,” Will says, slipping his cap back on and coming up behind Arthur to slip cuffs on his wrists. “Follow me.”
“What the hell is going on? Where is he? Don’t tell me-”
Will whirls Arthur around and shoves an arm against his throat.
“Shut the hell up, and follow me. This is for Merlin, so don’t you fucking ruin it.”
Arthur stares at him and then nods. Will grunts and turns Arthur back around, prodding him out of the cell and down the hall.
“What did you do this time, Arthur, you bitch?” someone calls out.
“Yeah, this fucking idiot never learns,” Will replies, a little too quickly, something off in his voice. “Solitary confinement for this asshole.”
Will leads him down the familiar steps that lead to the solitary confinement cells but then shoves him through a side door on one of the landings that Arthur had never noticed. A trip through a short dark hallway leads to a door that reads “Visiting Room #2.” Inside, the room is brightly lit and tiled in blue-gray, tables and chairs shoved to the side save for one set up in the center. Merlin is sitting at the table, out of his prison garb and in a pair of jeans and a black tee-shirt, both of which are too loose on him. He stands up when they come in, his face almost shy.
“Got him,” Will says to Merlin, shoving Arthur forward one last time and undoing his cuffs.
“Will,” Merlin says. “You won’t ever know what this means. I-”
“Yeah, don’t waste your time on that. You enjoy yourself, alright?”
“Yeah,” Merlin says, smiling.
Will smiles back at him, then turns to Arthur and awkwardly pats him on the shoulder before shuffling out the room and locking the door behind him.
“Merlin,” Arthur begins, at a loss.
“Wait,” Merlin interrupts, holding his hands up. “Arthur, your clothes are disgraceful. I can’t believe you think you can seduce me looking like that.”
Merlin digs into a large container on the table and pulls out jeans and a while collared button-down.
“Here,” he says, handing them to Arthur. “Now you go over to that corner and make yourself decent for me.”
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