Show Me What I'm Looking For

The rain beat down hard on Camelot as her people ran inside for shelter, only two men remained as the sky above them continued to storm and flash. The two men could not possibly be any more different; one dark haired and pale, the other with a halo of golden hair and tan skin.

Yet they are so alike as well.

Some would say they were like two sides of the same coin; similar, yet different enough; that when combined - they were whole. Impenetrable, impossible to tear apart. Their friendship was stable and strong, the iron walls that kept their hearts safe from intruders that had full intent of shattering them.

But when things change, like all things do, and a friendship grows into something more, something fragile; both parties break. Merlin and Arthur with their eyes of blues that varied in it's darkness and shades pull back from the other; shielding themselves with the pathetic facade of the steel walls that used to come with their solid friendship.

When really all you had to do was look, really look, to see that their hearts were simply defenseless; dreaming of what it used to have. Merlin's conscience weighed down on him, his shoulders slumped as he leans against the cold castle wall, the rain drops streaming rivulets that joined his tears down his cheeks.

He hadn't meant to hurt Morgana.

He had to stop her from hurting the King, that much was apparent; it was an accident. A twist of fate, a turn of luck - it was his destiny, and hers; to forever try to end the other's life with their own hands in the name of something, someone they believed in with their whole heart.

Yet here he was, hurting the very thing he was supposed to protect, breaking Arthur's heart and his own in the process. Merlin was shattering worlds and he knew it. He just had no idea how to stop it. The future King of Camelot screams as he slams his sword against the dummy, over and over again. The rain continued to fall, as did Merlin's tears and Arthur's blows.

Merlin wonders if this is how life would always be for them; an endless cloud of rain, pain and bloodshed. He wasn't sure if it was much of a future worth protecting. The endless rain is the only sound Merlin can hear now, and he raises his gaze only to see his King staring at him; his steady light blue gaze on his own dark blue orbs.

"Sire," Merlin begins wanting to tell Arthur the truth, about him, about Morgana. He was so tired, so tired of the lies, the deceit, the bitterness that festered between them and inside their hearts when secrets were kept from the other.

Fingers suddenly dug deep into his shoulders, the pain, a shock from the numbing cold of the rain. Merlin cries out, but with a jerk Arthur leans forward and catches his love's lips with his own. The kiss is not slow and comforting; instead it was rushed and passed too quickly, the Prince and his servant reveled in the taste of each other before the future King pulls back.

His fingers are still kneading at Merlin's shoulders, and he isn't sure what to do. There was only one thing that plagued his mind, he needed to tell Arthur, about everything. He wanted to bare his soul, but his king is already crying into his shoulder.

His heart would have to wait, his friend, protector, lover, King; came first.

He strokes Arthur's hair, his fingers playing with the curling hair at the nape of his neck. His king pulls Merlin's mouth back to meet his own, mouthing at the corner of his lips, whispering, always whispering.

"Save me. I'm lost."

Merlin's heart, soul and body replies as he kisses Arthur back with his entire being, screaming his own plea and cry, hoping that his king would be able to piece him back together.

"Show me what I'm looking for."