Oh gosh I'm so, so sorry. I've been trying to update but I've been so busy, and when i wasn't busy, i had tremendous writer's block. I'm sorry this is such a short chapter, but more to come, i promise! (I've just finished my exams). Hope you enjoy!

"You like Merlin, don't you?" Gwaine chuckled, and winked at Lancelot with one of his famous hair tosses. "Hey, don't worry, I won't tell. My lips are sealed." Gwaine chuckled again. "He's pretty handsome, you know. And I've seen him naked; he's pretty good looking down there too." In reply to Lancelot's deathly stare, Gwaine continued: "Oh come on, I've seen you looking. Don't tell me you've never thought about him. In bed… With yo- OWW." Gwaine huffed a little, but carried on tormenting his fellow knight. "Well I'm just saying, if you want to get in there, I'd advise doing it before his royal arsehead. He's pretty besotted with old Merlin too, and I'd say he's the only one who could give you any kind of contest in the looks department."

"It is a sin for any man to think of another like that, Sir Gwaine, and knights do not sin." Lancelot gave his death stare again, but Gwaine's thoughts on that topic were shown through his eyebrows and a strange snort which came out of his perfectly shaped nostrils.

"If just thinking about it's a sin, I'm going straight to hell."

"Gwaine! You -you never cease to amaze me with your incredible… You're such a… Urgh!"

"Well I'm sure you, Arthur and Merlin will be joining me there soon, my love. Hah, what fun we could have!"

Lancelot smiled, but then frowned. "I never knew you liked… you know… men."

"Spend too much time around hot, naked ones I guess."

Both men looked up and grinned awkwardly at each other. Lancelot spoke first: "What you said just then, do you really think I look good? I mean, I'm not like you or Arthur. Or Percival. Or Leon and Elyan for that matter. I'm not as… masculine."

Gwaine's laughter at that moment could be heard from any point in Camelot. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Tears were streaming out of his eyes. "Oh you always do make me laugh Lance." Gwaine flicked his hair and stroked his stubble before bellowing out another deep, throaty cackle. "I'm sorry. I know you're serious, love. But, okay. If you came up to me in a land where I knew nobody, and we'd never spoken before, even sober, I would grab you and pin you up against whatever I could." Lancelot was stunned. "I'd probably carry on even if you weren't willing. And you know what, I might even do it now, you're that hot, and what've I got to lose."

"Please don't." Lancelot managed to get out, through his shock.

"Saving yourself for someone special, hey?"

"Shut up."

"No."

"I'll promise you, next time I see him, I'll tell him. If you'll just shut up."

"Okay. I promise. Promise, promise, promise. Oh, you're in for a treat. What I wouldn't give to see that."

"Gwaine…"

"Sorry, sorry." But he carried on chuckling.