Actors, Two. Merlin/Arthur
Title: Actors, Part 2
Author: digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, Mordred/Gwaine
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Morgana
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 980
Prompt: "Separation" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: PART ONE HERE also written for CD prompt.
Summary: Merlin and Mordred go to Arthur and Gwaine's flat
The limo pulled up in front of a huge condo building, just outside the gates, and they all waited. Finally, the gates opened and they were moving again.
Merlin raised an eyebrow and looked at Mordred.
“What are you all doing rubbing theatre for if you can afford to live here and ride in this?”
Merlin smiled at Mordred’s question, he could always rely on his best friend to be more candid than him. Besides, Mordred didn’t have anyone to impress; well, neither did Merlin but he did have Arthur’s hand resting on his knee.
“It’s fun,” Arthur said.
“What do you mean, fun?” Merlin asked.
Arthur shrugged and looked outside the window. Mordred and Merlin looked at each other again but they were both thoroughly confused. And if Arthur’s reaction was anything to go by, they weren’t going to get any answers.
Once inside the flat, Merlin made sure that he and Mordred didn’t go their separate ways. The flat was already full of people and they all ignored the two new comers and gave all their attention to Arthur and Gwaine.
“Read your review on twitter already,” one girl with long black hair said to Arthur as she kissed him on the cheek and then winked at Gwaine. She didn’t linger long though, since she gestured towards her empty glass of wine and walked away.
“Who do you reckon that is?” Merlin asked Mordred who shrugged and didn’t really seem to be paying any attention to him. Mordred’s eyes were locked on the big bay windows. Mordred walked towards them as if they were calling him, and Merlin followed.
“Isn’t this just fucking gorgeous?” Mordred asked as he and Merlin looked out towards the lake and the dark clouded sky. “It’s too bad the weather here is shite, otherwise, I bet you could get really beautiful views on a random day.”
“I suppose. Didn’t take you much for an enjoy the view of nature kind of bloke,” Merlin teased. He knew Mordred hated living in the city centre and was always talking about taking a camping or hiking trip.
“That’s because you’re not,” Mordred said. “You love being in the pollution, riding our bicycle through traffic and taking in all that smog.”
“It’s not that much of smog,” Merlin argued.
“Ah, I see you found Gwaine’s favourite spot in the flat,” Arthur said, handing both Mordred and Merlin a beer.
“It’s brilliant,” Mordred said.
“Yeah. If it’s a nice day out, all Gwaine does is pull up the sofa and just stare out. Or read and occasionally stare out. I think he likes zoning out to nature and all. I like living here because it’s far from everything, but Gwaine is just really here for the view.”
“So you two live together?” Merlin asked.
“Yeah, it’s a four bedroom flat. We treat the fourth room as a guest room of sorts,” replied Arthur.
“And the third room?”
“Oh, that belongs to my sister. That’s her…” Arthur pointed at the girl Merlin had first seen, the one who was all about drinking her wine.
“She didn’t come out to see the play? Just read it on Twitter?” Merlin asked; he hoped he didn’t sound judgemental, even if he was judging.
“She doesn’t get out much,” Arthur said; he gave merlin a smile and politely excused him.
“You think there’s something there?” Merlin asked Mordred.
“Where?” Mordred took a long sip of his beer and looked out the windows again.
“The way Arthur was being all secret-like about his sister.”
“We just met the man, you think he’s just going to open up to you about his life story-even if he wants to shag you.”
“He doesn’t want to shag me.”
“Right. Only normal people, with no-shagging intentions, leave their hand on your thigh for so long.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “It was my knee.”
“Right, whatever you say, mate.” Mordred shook his head and returned to his drink and the view.
“Mordred, was it?” Gwaine approached them a few seconds later and stood far too close to them. “Arthur told me I’d find you here.”
“It’s a great flat,” Mordred said. “I really like your place.”
“The little that we’ve seen, that is,” Merlin added.
“Well then, let’s go and let me give you a tour,” Gwaine said placing his arm around Mordred’s shoulder and ushering him away. Merlin wasn’t sure if he should have followed them. It certainly looked like Gwaine didn’t want him there.
He looked around, searching for Arthur, and when he locked his eyes with him, Arthur nodded. When Merlin turned to go with Gwaine and Mordred, they had disappeared. He took a step in the general direction of where he thought his friend might have gone when Arthur was there again.
“I can give you a tour,” he said, close to Merlin’s ear.
“Oh? I don’t know…I don’t want to leave Mordred…”
“Follow me,” Arthur said as he grabbed Merlin’s arm and pulled him down the hall. They made a few turns here and there and Arthur really had to wonder how big this flat was. It seemed more like a mansion. When they neared a set of doors, Arthur’s pace slowed. “This is Gwaine’s room. Let’s see if we can find your friend there.”
Arthur opened the door and Merlin almost gasped to find Gwaine pinned against the wall with Mordred on top of him. Gwaine’s leg was wrapped around Mordred and his hands were grabbing onto Mordred’s arse.
“Still want to tag along with your friend, then?” Arthur asked slightly chuckling.
Merlin took a step back and gently closed the door to Gwaine’s room. “Well. I guess I’ll take a proper tour of your place then. Seeing as Mordred is occupied.”
“Brilliant,” Arthur said and he took Merlin into a study. “This is my favourite room. Let’s start from here.”
Author: digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, Mordred/Gwaine
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Morgana
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 980
Prompt: "Separation" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: PART ONE HERE also written for CD prompt.
Summary: Merlin and Mordred go to Arthur and Gwaine's flat
The limo pulled up in front of a huge condo building, just outside the gates, and they all waited. Finally, the gates opened and they were moving again.
Merlin raised an eyebrow and looked at Mordred.
“What are you all doing rubbing theatre for if you can afford to live here and ride in this?”
Merlin smiled at Mordred’s question, he could always rely on his best friend to be more candid than him. Besides, Mordred didn’t have anyone to impress; well, neither did Merlin but he did have Arthur’s hand resting on his knee.
“It’s fun,” Arthur said.
“What do you mean, fun?” Merlin asked.
Arthur shrugged and looked outside the window. Mordred and Merlin looked at each other again but they were both thoroughly confused. And if Arthur’s reaction was anything to go by, they weren’t going to get any answers.
Once inside the flat, Merlin made sure that he and Mordred didn’t go their separate ways. The flat was already full of people and they all ignored the two new comers and gave all their attention to Arthur and Gwaine.
“Read your review on twitter already,” one girl with long black hair said to Arthur as she kissed him on the cheek and then winked at Gwaine. She didn’t linger long though, since she gestured towards her empty glass of wine and walked away.
“Who do you reckon that is?” Merlin asked Mordred who shrugged and didn’t really seem to be paying any attention to him. Mordred’s eyes were locked on the big bay windows. Mordred walked towards them as if they were calling him, and Merlin followed.
“Isn’t this just fucking gorgeous?” Mordred asked as he and Merlin looked out towards the lake and the dark clouded sky. “It’s too bad the weather here is shite, otherwise, I bet you could get really beautiful views on a random day.”
“I suppose. Didn’t take you much for an enjoy the view of nature kind of bloke,” Merlin teased. He knew Mordred hated living in the city centre and was always talking about taking a camping or hiking trip.
“That’s because you’re not,” Mordred said. “You love being in the pollution, riding our bicycle through traffic and taking in all that smog.”
“It’s not that much of smog,” Merlin argued.
“Ah, I see you found Gwaine’s favourite spot in the flat,” Arthur said, handing both Mordred and Merlin a beer.
“It’s brilliant,” Mordred said.
“Yeah. If it’s a nice day out, all Gwaine does is pull up the sofa and just stare out. Or read and occasionally stare out. I think he likes zoning out to nature and all. I like living here because it’s far from everything, but Gwaine is just really here for the view.”
“So you two live together?” Merlin asked.
“Yeah, it’s a four bedroom flat. We treat the fourth room as a guest room of sorts,” replied Arthur.
“And the third room?”
“Oh, that belongs to my sister. That’s her…” Arthur pointed at the girl Merlin had first seen, the one who was all about drinking her wine.
“She didn’t come out to see the play? Just read it on Twitter?” Merlin asked; he hoped he didn’t sound judgemental, even if he was judging.
“She doesn’t get out much,” Arthur said; he gave merlin a smile and politely excused him.
“You think there’s something there?” Merlin asked Mordred.
“Where?” Mordred took a long sip of his beer and looked out the windows again.
“The way Arthur was being all secret-like about his sister.”
“We just met the man, you think he’s just going to open up to you about his life story-even if he wants to shag you.”
“He doesn’t want to shag me.”
“Right. Only normal people, with no-shagging intentions, leave their hand on your thigh for so long.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “It was my knee.”
“Right, whatever you say, mate.” Mordred shook his head and returned to his drink and the view.
“Mordred, was it?” Gwaine approached them a few seconds later and stood far too close to them. “Arthur told me I’d find you here.”
“It’s a great flat,” Mordred said. “I really like your place.”
“The little that we’ve seen, that is,” Merlin added.
“Well then, let’s go and let me give you a tour,” Gwaine said placing his arm around Mordred’s shoulder and ushering him away. Merlin wasn’t sure if he should have followed them. It certainly looked like Gwaine didn’t want him there.
He looked around, searching for Arthur, and when he locked his eyes with him, Arthur nodded. When Merlin turned to go with Gwaine and Mordred, they had disappeared. He took a step in the general direction of where he thought his friend might have gone when Arthur was there again.
“I can give you a tour,” he said, close to Merlin’s ear.
“Oh? I don’t know…I don’t want to leave Mordred…”
“Follow me,” Arthur said as he grabbed Merlin’s arm and pulled him down the hall. They made a few turns here and there and Arthur really had to wonder how big this flat was. It seemed more like a mansion. When they neared a set of doors, Arthur’s pace slowed. “This is Gwaine’s room. Let’s see if we can find your friend there.”
Arthur opened the door and Merlin almost gasped to find Gwaine pinned against the wall with Mordred on top of him. Gwaine’s leg was wrapped around Mordred and his hands were grabbing onto Mordred’s arse.
“Still want to tag along with your friend, then?” Arthur asked slightly chuckling.
Merlin took a step back and gently closed the door to Gwaine’s room. “Well. I guess I’ll take a proper tour of your place then. Seeing as Mordred is occupied.”
“Brilliant,” Arthur said and he took Merlin into a study. “This is my favourite room. Let’s start from here.”