(A/N: I am sure people have written about this scene before and done this same sort of story line many times, but I was bored and I honestly just always want to write nice, fun stories about them, because I am in the end-ish of season 5 right now and nothing is nice or fun anymore. So, I needed this. I have no idea where this will go or anything, I'm just having a good time, I hope you enjoy it too!)

About Merlin...

It had been a few days since Arthur's Father had faced the Wraith, or Black Knight, and Arthur had left him alone for most of it, even though Arthur was still slightly mad his Father had basically drugged him and left him there while he faced his very probable death, but at the very least Arthur understood why he had done it. But now he was being summoned into the King's chambers, rather late at night. He didn't really understand why, but he knocked on the door once, as he entered his rooms. Uther looked up, from where he was sipping on some wine. He smiled at Arthur, as he walked further into the room.

"Ah, Arthur," said Uther, setting the wine down and looked over to his servant. "Leave us." The girl looked alarmed that Uther spoke to her and dropped the bread she was holding and quickly walked out. Arthur watched her go, for just a second, before his Father's voice got his attention once again. "I hope I didn't take you from anything important."

"No," said Arthur, eyes narrowing. What did that mean, exactly? What could Arthur possibly be doing at this hour anyway? Uther smiled again and stood up, taking his time about it, as he still looked a bit swore in some places. "Why did you ask to speak to me?" Arthur really wanted to get to the point, because it was a bit odd, for more than one reason. First of all, why did his father keep smiling at him as he was? And second, the lateness.

"I wish to speak to you about your servant," said Uther and Arthur pulled a face, confused by this.

"Merlin?"

"About Merlin..." said Uther, looking as if he might have forgotten his name for a moment, but Arthur didn't mind that, it was the keen sort of look on the King's face that he did mind. "We spoke the other day."

"You spoke to Merlin...?" questioned Arthur, because, really...what reason did his Father, the King of Camelot, have to talk to Merlin? He was a servant, Arthur's servant, there was no need. And what more, Arthur really didn't understand why he needed to be informed about this, unless the idiot did something stupid...which he did a lot.

"Yes, the other day, as he readied me for battle, while you were..."

"Unconscious?" offered Arthur and Uther smiled, sheepishly...almost.

"Yes," he said, pressing on. "He told me the circumstances of your relationship, which I must say, was brave of him to do," he explained and Arthur's eyes widened a little bit. "No need to be ashamed, Arthur, I approve."

"You approve?" questioned Arthur, because he was confused...beyond so, what was he even talking about? Had the Black Knight hit him a little too hard over the head and now he had gone mental? "...have you lost your mind?!"

Uther laughed. "I mean he is no Princess, Arthur...and obviously you will need to marry for the good of Camelot, one day...but you are a young man...you have urges."

"Urges?!" said Arthur, eyes widening again, his mouth fell open. But also, somehow, he kept the look of utter disgusted disbelieving very present on his face.

"I was young myself once, I know how it is," explained Uther still. "At least he is no common whore."

Suddenly, like a blow to the head, possibly harder than the one the Black Knight dealt Uther, the reality hit Arthur and he swore out loud. "You think Merlin and I are...?!"

"Lovers," said Uther, and Arthur almost fell over from the gross inaccuracy of his father's words. Arthur was lost for words, completely lost, he might as well be drowning, because every time he opened his mouth to speak he closed it again, not even letting air in or out of his body. "What I need you to tell him , is it is fine he told me, I appropriate his honesty, but in future, he needs to learn to hold his tongue, we wouldn't want the entire Kingdom knowing Prince Arthur is easy for his manservant..."

At these words a new wave of horror washed over Arthur and he felt dizzy in the head from the absolute nonsense his father was speaking. "Father...I am not sure what he told you, but-"

"You hardly have to make excuses for him, from what Gaius tells me, he is a bit soft in the head," said Uther, and that was the first real and true thing he had said this entire evening. But he quickly ruined that. "I do suppose his smarts have little to do when it comes to pleasure."

Arthur left his chambers after that, as quickly as he could possibly mange to. He felt his face grow red, if not in complete shock and disgust, but also complete horror and embarrassment. How could his Father think he was sleeping with Merlin? And why was he alright with it...?

Arthur had never felt so sick in all of his life, he walked back toward his chambers aimlessly, barely seeing, he just kept replying words Uther had said in his mind, like; 'Lovers' and 'At least he is no common whore,' and 'Urges,' Oh god...urges, a word he never wanted to hear his Father say again. Arthur did not need Merlin for his 'urges,' it was really as simple as that. He would rather be horribly killed than to live long enough to ever wish for that...

He entered his chambers after taking much longer than normal to get there. He had gotten lost twice, because he was so lost in thought, he turned the wrong way. It was a big castle after all. When he walked in, there was Merlin...standing there, being an idiot, just a complete stupid, stupid, idiot and Arthur couldn't help but feel angry at him.

"Where were you?" asked Merlin, as Arthur walked in, eyes narrowing as he did. "It's passed your bedtime, you know if you don't get enough sleep you're really grumpy in the morning." Arthur, not really listening to his jabbering, took a plate, off of his table, and threw it at Merlin's head. Merlin ducked and it smashed on the bed post behind him. He stood back up, looking both offended and confused. "What was that for?!" he demanded. "Because I said you were grumpy? I'm not wrong..."

Arthur, rage lowering slightly, back into an last least comfortable place in his stomach, actually attempted to speak. "What the hell did you say to my father?!"

"The King?" asked Merlin, clearly confused.

"No...the Blacksmith..." retorted Arthur, before he lost his temper again. "YES THE KING, WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM!?"

Merlin shook his head. "I haven't spoken to him in days..."

"When he was going to face the Black Knight, Merlin...you complete idiot," seethed Arthur. "What did you say to him?"

Merlin's eyes widened a little and he took a step back from Arthur, biting his lip, in thought. "He asked me why I showed you such loyalty, I said it was part of my job..."

Arthur rolled his eyes, because clearly, unless his father was truly insane, there had to be more. "And...?"

"And...I said we had a bond between us, that's it."

Merlin shrugged, and looked completely hopeless and confused as to why Arthur was so angry. And yes, Arthur was so angry, his vision was blurry from the fury he felt in his very soul. Why this angered him so much, he did not know, but didn't feel like understanding that part of it right now. "And my Father..." Arthur continued talking, forcing a calm into his voice. "What did he say to you in return?

"He told me he was glad of our bond..." Merlin said slowly, looking to the floor, instead of Arthur's angry face, clearly trying to remember the words the King spoke to him. "And to look after you."

"WHY WOULD MY FATHER NEED YOU TO LOOK AFTER ME?" Shouted Arthur, before he really meant to, he was just angry, and he felt it was Merlin's fault, so yelling at him made the uncomfortable feeling simmer, but only just. "YOU ARE A SERVANT!"

"I don't know, Arthur..." Merlin muttered, shaking his head and looking worried, even more so than before. His deep, blue eyes traveled over Arthur's reddening face, and Arthur had to stop himself from reaching out and just slapping Merlin. "He thought he was walking to his death...I suppose he just wanted to make sure you were looked after."

These words struck Arthur, but still, it made very little sense. He took a breath, to calm himself down, at last. "Well...whatever you said to him, he took it to heart."

"What does that mean?" offered Merlin, and Arthur looked down at the ground now, instead of Merlin's confused face, and he took in a breath. Now was the part where he had to tell Merlin what his Father thought, and he would really rather go back to shouting, it was easier.

"He is now under the impression that we..." he shook his head, eyes traveling back up to meet Merlin's. "That we are-"

"We are what...?" said Merlin, trying to follow along, but clearly failing, Arthur couldn't blame him. " Are...friends?"

"Worse than that," retorted Arthur and Merlin's eyes widened a little.

"Worse than friends?"

"He thinks we're lovers, Merlin."

Arthur watched Merlin's face, his eyes, to see his reaction to this. It was slow, he went from being wide-eyed and confused, to something else entirely. His face slowly changed from that of confusion to shock and then, to Arthur's horror...amusement. He laughed, he just started laughing. Arthur's eyes narrowed and his lips turned up, in a snare. "It is NOT funny, MERlin!"

Merlin covered his mouth with his hand, to hide the smile he still sported, and he took a deep breath. "That's disgusting!"

"What do you mean it's disgusting?" retorted Arthur now, feeling offended. Not that he also didn't find it disgusting, but he was allowed to think so, Merlin was not. "It would be a great honor!"

"To what?" retorted Merlin back, raising an eyebrow. "I would rather be flogged."

"That can be arranged," said Arthur, darkly, and Merlin frowned. "I don't find it pleasant either, you know. My Father clearly thinks I have very low standards if he thinks I would bed you..."

Merlin's mouth fell open a little bit at this and he shook his head. "No one's complained before."

"Because there hasn't been anyone," retorted Arthur, coldly and Merlin glared at him. Arthur walked away from him now, his temper gone down, not gone completely, but enough so that he could function without throwing something. He realized now, that his Father just misunderstood Merlin's words. This bond he spoke of, was nothing more than the fact that neither had killed the other yet. Arthur sat down on the edge of his bed and thought for a moment. "You will speak to my Father tomorrow and explain you had not meant what you said."

"...I will?" said Merlin. Arthur looked up, with a glare.

"Yes, you will, Merlin, or I swear on my Father's life-"

"I will or what...you'll snog me...?"

And that, it was too much for Arthur to take. He noticed a goblet on his nightstand and threw it with such power at Merlin's forehead, that when Merlin ducked to miss it, it left a hole in the wall in it's wake.