A/N: Okay so I wrote this story a year ago and just recently found my rough draft. I decided I'd write up the story and post it. In lieu of homework.

By the way, Aldwin looks like this:

http:/ www. flickr_com/ photos/_27405381_N04/2569859104

(Take out the spaces/underscores. If the Link doesn't work it's Edward Speleers photographed by Kai Z Feng)

Anyway, I noticed how, in the show, every time the Dragon summons Merlin it's hanging out on the roof of the cave. I mean, he knows Merlin's coming. Why is he always up there? Anyway, I wrote a part into the story but it didn't really fit in but I liked it so much I wanted to share it with you guys:

Merlin lay in his bed, mind whirring. The day had been excruciatingly slow and tiring and all he'd wanted was to go to bed. But now that he was here he just couldn't seem to get to sleep.

"Merlin…"

'Not again.' Merlin thought hiding his head under his pillow, trying to block out the voice.

"Merlin…"

Of course it didn't work since the voice was in his head.

'Damn Dragon.' He thought.

"I heard that. Now get down here you ungrateful brat."

Merlin sighed and got up, figuring it would be easier to just go see the beast. After all, it's not like the dragon had anything pressing to do. He had the entire night, heck, his entire lifetime to annoy Merlin.

"I'll have you know that…"

The dragon began a long winded rant that didn't end until Merlin was outside its prison-well, cave…well, Prison-cave.

Merlin stepped inside the dark and dreary space the dragon was in.

"I'm here. What do you want?" Merlin yelled.

The dragon flew downwards, chain fluttering.

"Why are you always up there after you summon me?" He asked, irritated.

"Better Service."

"What?"

"Dragon Joke. It'll be funnier when cell phones are invented."

Well, at least that's my explanation. And the Dragon can see into the future…so it's valid.

Back in My Day:

Chapter 1; 'Back in My Day…There's wasn't such a thing as Sexual Harassment.'

Sweat drizzled down his body, flesh coming together, hard and fast and hot. Merlin arched up as glimpses of blonde hair and muscled flesh danced around him. He was being pushed down, pressed against, licked and sucked everywhere. Sensations dizzying and endless he couldn't contain himself. Noises were being ripped out of him and he felt ready to burst. Something was boiling inside him, pushing to the surface.

"Ah…oh, please!" he moaned, desperate.

A gasped chuckle permeated his clouded mind before lips attacked his neck and then thrusting, oh god was there thrusting. Desperate and heavy and better than anything he could have imagined.

He clutched and arched and moaned and gasped and moved because dear god he couldn't to anything else until.

"Ah!" Merlin arched awake, something ripping itself out of him.

He groaned, looking down at the stickiness in his trousers.

"Bollocks." He muttered.

These dreams had been haunting him for a week. He wasn't sure who they were about or why he was having them. He did, of course, know what they were about and that they were about a boy.

He gave a frustrated groan, grabbing the spell book from under his bed.

"There has to be something." He muttered, biting his lip.

He scratched his bare chest and ran a hand through his hair in aggravation. The idea had struck him a few days ago, when the dreams had gotten more…detailed. There had to be some sort of spell to make the dreams stop. They were driving him crazy, in more ways than one.

Well, this one looked interesting. It didn't do anything for the dreams but it did clean clothes.

"Innir malk lothlor"

He got the odd sensation of soap and vigorous scrubbing but when he looked down his trousers were spotless. Too spotless. That might be suspicious.

He thought about using the spell on himself but reconsidered when he remembered the sensation.

He was over at t he basin scrubbing himself off when an angry shout from outside startled him.

"Merlin! Where is that good-for-nothing bumbling idiot of a-" the angry mumbling got closer and closer to his bedroom door until it was right outside.

Merlin's eyes went wide as he glanced from his door to the spell book lying open on his bed.

"MERLIN!"

The door slammed open just as he dive-bombed for his bed, sitting on the book as hastily as he could.

Arthur hesitated, looking at him in a mixture of suspicion and anger.

Merlin would have been more worried had he not been momentarily distracted by Arthur's appearance. The Prince was a disheveled mess, clothes tied improperly and with patchy, improperly proportioned lumps puffing out. Merlin fought back a smirk and looked back up at Arthur, remembering the realities of his predicament.

"Merlin, what are you doing?" Oh crap, there was that smile. The one that said 'I'm angry and going to kill you' and usually signified a week of grueling chores and lots of mucking out the stables.

"Nothing. Waiting for you. How have you been?" Merlin said casually, resting his head on his chin as though they were having a discussion.

"Oh fantastic Merlin! Except my idiotic sorry excuse of a servant forgot the royal council are arriving today for the annual meeting in oh- an hour. So no one woke me up, I haven't bathed, and I had to dress myself." If looks could kill, well, he'd have been dead MONTHS ago but this one was probably just angry enough to bring him back and kill him again…and again and again and again.

"And how did that go?"

"MERLIN!"

"Okay, aright. I'll be there in a minute. Just wait outside."

"What are you hiding?" Arthur made a gesture to move towards him.

"An hour Arthur." Merlin reminded him.

Arthur paused then gave a frustrated growl.

"Fine, but I will find out." He said threateningly. He left resignedly, the door slamming shut behind him.

Merlin breathed a sight of relief. He was just getting up when the door opened again, prompting him to sit back down hastily.

"Oh, and Merlin…"

"Yes, sire."

"Next time, put on a shirt."

Merlin blushed at Arthur's pointed look, covering himself with his arms and glaring.

Merlin rushed after Arthur down the hall. After a lot of scrambling and sneaky magic they managed to get ready in 45 minutes. This gave them about, oh, 5 minutes to get to the castle entry if you counted the morning squabble and Merlin trying to get ready amidst Arthur's constant interruptions and impatience.

They managed to get to the castles entrance just before the first guests began to arrive. Uther shot Arthur a look that said they'd be going over proper prince etiquette in excruciating detail before the day was out.

Merlin watched with interest as people began to filter through the gate. Everyone was donning royal clothes and seated regally upon their horses. It was all very boring really. Though, based on all the other times they had royal guests (or any guests really,) it wouldn't be boring for long.

It seemed that every day since he'd moved to Camelot had a plot. Which usually involved magic, monsters, and Merlin having to save Arthur's life – again. His anxiety kicked in as he imagined just how many of the guests were going to try to kill the Prince. Or enchant him. Both were viable choices.

Merlin observed as Uther and Arthur greeted the guests. They were kindly and gentile, with hidden authority. No one would expect that Arthur threw hissy-fits when he had to dress himself. Or his boots were dirty. Or there was the slightest draft coming into his room from the smallest crack in the window latches. Or there was pea under his mattress making him black and blue all over.

They had met several families already and quite a few maidens seemed interested in Arthur, flashing coy smiles and looking at him under their eyelashes. Merlin looked around longingly as another maiden gave Arthur 'the eye.' He was becoming irritated and uncomfortable and dying to go tend to the horses or something. Anything to get away from the boredom.

"Aldwin! Behave yourself!"

Merlin snapped to attention when he heard an angry hissed order. Two men were riding towards them. Well, a man and a boy his and Arthur's age. The boy, Aldwin, was flirting and winking at a passing servant. She looked slightly uncomfortable, shooting a slight smile before hurrying away.

"Oh relax Father. Enjoy yourself; foreign country, foreign ladies." Aldwin said, putting emphasis on the word ladies.

"The ladies in our kingdom and the ladies in Uther's are the same." The man hissed.

"Oh I don't know about that. I think the ladies here are far more attractive than the ones at home. Right Rowan." Aldwin turned towards the maiden riding next to him.

It was obvious from their appearance that they were brother and sister. Rowan and Aldwin shared a set of smoky, narrow eyes and, while Rowan's hair was a very light brown, the golden streaks in it matched the colour of Aldwin's golden locks. However, Rowan had very soft features while her brother maintained a harsher, more firm build.

"Aldwin." His father snapped. "Would you just behave and- Aldwin, pay attention." He barked when Aldwin's eyes strayed to a passing female. "Now, you're about to meet the prince so remember; smile, greet him, shake his hand, and compliment. Understand?"

Aldwin sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Father." He said sarcastically.

It was a good thing that Uther and Arthur had been busy greeting another family. Merlin had been the only one to overhear the situation.

"Ah, King Bayard." Uther said as Aldwin and his father dismounted their horses and approached the Pendragons.

"Uther." King Bayard had suddenly turned graceful and charming, gripping Uther's hand firmly. "You look well. And this must be your son Arthur." He said, turning to the Prince. "My, Arthur, you've certainly grown."

Arthur responded with a polite nod. Bayard glanced at Aldwin pointedly.

The air was tense as Aldwin stepped towards Arthur.

First, he smiled. Then he gripped onto Arthur's hand and shot his father a smirk.

"Greetings, Arthur." He said, shaking Arthur's hand. "Allow me to compliment you on you're…" He paused glancing around. As everyone waited expectantly he furrowed his brows and turned back to Arthur. "On your very pouty lips."

Arthur pulled his hand away quickly, looking uncomfortable. Bayard looked mortified, Uther looked slightly amused, and Merlin…well, Merlin was laughing. Hard.

"Merlin."

He snapped his head up to see Arthur glaring and he quickly tried to school his features into a serious expression.

"Yes sire." He managed to choke out, a slight giggle following at the end.

"Perhaps you should attend to the horses." Great, now he was in for it.

"Yes sire." Merlin said, biting his lip and rushing off.

He glanced back as he grabbed a horse's reins, to see Aldwin giving him a look that caused a tingly feeling in his stomach and heat to rise to his face. Blushing and stumbling a bit he rushed off with the horse, mind flashing to last nights dream.

Merlin was in a daze as he entered the stables and began to remove the horse's saddle. He placed the saddle aside and began to groom the horse. It was a royal requirement that the horses be groomed when placed in the stable. He thought bitterly on how dispensable he seemed in comparison to even the horses. Not that the horses deserved less than him. But equal treatment or at least near equal treatment would be appreciated.

He wondered how Aldwin treated his servants. He couldn't help but feel that thinking of the boy, even this minutely, after only knowing him for barely a minute was somewhat unhealthy. Or at least abnormal.

He then thought of the look Aldwin had given him. Hungry and Heated. He wondered what it would be like if Arthur gave him that look…Well, to be fair Arthur had given Merlin that look before. But it was in more of an 'I'm going to eat you alive and burn you to death' Hungry and Heated.

"I don't believe I caught your name." Said a voice from behind him, desperately close to his ear; it was husky and definitely male. Merlin shivered slightly.

He turned around to find Aldwin standing behind him. There was barely an inch between them.

"Um, is there anything I can help you with, sire?" He asked, voice meek.

"That's a strange name. Though I suppose it's fitting for a servant." Aldwin said, cheekily. Merlin bristled, which only seemed to cause the smirk on Aldwin's face to grow.

"It's Merlin, sire." He muttered, mild irritation beginning to set it.

"Well, Merlin." He responded, leaning closer to the brunette. "You're not a very good servant." He seemed to take some pride out of Merlin's irritation.

"Yes, sire." He ground out. He had to fight down his sneer, still not used to the class differences of Camelot. He could barely maintain a proper relationship with Arthur and now this arse-hole was getting snarky.

"And you're dress sense is just ghastly. Arthur should really take better care of his servants. You barely look like a peasant. A royal servant should be dressed in something that at least qualifies as clothing." He said this while picking at Merlin's clothes.

"Yes, sire." He murmured. This was oddly reminiscent of his first meeting with Arthur. When he'd seen the prince picking on a servant he wondered why anyone would allow for such treatment. And yet here he was, being picked on and allowing for it.

"Oh, and you're hair. At least get a cut, young man."

"Yes, sire." Merlin muttured. "Actually-" He snapped, interrupting Aldwin talking about his ears. "No, sire." Aldwin's face changed to amusement.

"No?" He asked.

"No, talk to me whichever way you like in public but when in private I refuse to be treated this way. These are my clothes and I'm quite happy to wear them. Besides, you can dress an arse in whatever you like," He said, purposefully gesturing towards Aldwin's attire. "But it's still an arse."

Aldwin stared down at him for a few seconds. Merlin's heart began to beat fast and his brain went through the list of possible repercussions.

"Whoo." Aldwin said with a laugh. "You're a feisty one. I knew it the moment I saw you." He seemed carefree now; relaxed and warm. Merlin looked at him in confusion.

"Excuse me?" He asked, still angry but no longer sure why.

"I wasn't sure so I had to take you for a test run but I quite like you Merlin." He smiled at him.

"You mean that-" Merlin made a gesture to symbolize their conversation.

"I wanted to see your reaction."

Merlin stared at him in shock. "That is quite positively the stupidest thing anyone has ever done." He was angry again.

"Possibly. But no one ever said I was smart." Aldwin was taking some odd sort of joy out of this scenario.

"You…" Merlin gaped at him. Aldwin stepped a little closer.

"You're very pretty." He said, running a hand along Merlin's jaw.

"What are you doing?" Merlin protested, pushing the hand away. Aldwin just smirked.

"I like you very much." He said, holding Merlin's face with one hand and leaning down.

"We only just met." Merlin said, trying to pull away from the arm snaking around his waist.

"All the more reason. We're only here for a week or two so if we start now than we have more time." It almost seemed logical, actually.

"Wait…you mean…" Merlin was frozen.

"Sex." Aldwin said happily.

Merlin blushed a deep shade of red. "You're insane." He spluttered, struggling in Aldwin's grasp. Aldwin changed targets and instead went for his neck. Merlin Eep'd when a tongue slowly ran along his jugular. "What are you-No, stop!" He protested. Pushing against the other boys chest a small groan escaped him. Aldwin had found a particularly sensitive spot.

"That's it." Aldwin whispered in satisfaction as Merlin started to relax.

"W-wait." He said, some fight coming back in him as he was pressed against the stable wall. He began to struggle, holding Aldwin's arms back with his hand. Aldwin just chuckled and grabbed his wrists. With one hand he held Merlin's arms above his head, using the other to hold his neck. He leaned down slowly and Merlin's breath hitched. He tried to move his head away but Aldwin's grip held firm. Their lips came into contact and he froze. Aldwin pressed firmly, enjoying the slight whimper from the other boy. His tongue snaked out, rubbing along the full lips beneath his. The brunette gasped as a tongue invaded his mouth, massaging it sensually. Heat began to feel him and he let out a small moan. His eyes slipped shut as Aldwin pressed against him more firmly, his mind going completely blank.

"Excuse me, sire!" Merlin jumped in surprise as a voice spoke from stable doors. Aldwin looked over lazily, not in the least bit irked.

"What is it?" He sounded more irritated than anything.

"Prince Arthur wishes to have word with Merlin." Gwen said, looking very embarrassed and out of place.

"What about?"

"It seems that some horses have escaped from the stable." Gwen muttered.

Merlin gaped before staring at Aldwin.

"Oops." Aldwin said sheepishly. "Must have left the door open."

"Arse." Merlin muttered before struggling to get away from him.

"Oh, don't be like that Merl', we had something good going here." Aldwin said, smirk back in place. Merlin finally managed to get out from under him.

"First off you insult me, and then you do that," He said, gesturing at the stable wall. "And on top of it all you get me in trouble with Arthur by leaving the stable open." He exclaimed, stomping over to the door.

"Merlin?" Gwen said, following after him.

"Arthur, huh? Interesting." Aldwin chuckled evilly.