Title: Still Just a Bruise
Characters: Merlin, Leon
Summary: Merlin contemplates the bruises his lover leaves on his skin.
Word count: 270
Prompt: 401, hickey
Notes: Yep, another Immortality is Overrated entry. I think Leon/Merlin have become my second favorite pairing after Gwaine/Merlin.
Merlin was used to bruises. He was even more used to hiding his bruises. It had become a habit he'd gotten into years ago. Arthur would use him as a training dummy and he'd go to Gaius for arnica balm to soothe his skin. An evil sorcerer would attack Camelot, and he'd rush to defeat them. Those were the bruises he never had a logical explanation to give Arthur. The time the swarm of pixies attacked was definitely memorable. Who knew the little bastards had such unerring aim with their little blowpipes and pebbles?
The thing was, Merlin had hidden many types of bruises over the years. One type he'd always made sure was hidden was the lovebites his lover gave him. After all, it hadn't been acceptable for them to be together. Two men together was just not a done thing.
The light coming through the window was weak and grey, but he glanced down at the ring on his left hand and smiled
"What's got you in such a good mood? You hate cold, winter mornings."
Merlin smirked. "You're right. I do. So let's just stay in bed so I can give you a matching hickey for the one you left on my neck last night." He ran his hand down his husband's side, enjoying the shudder he felt when he skimmed the skin on Leon's hip.
Leon just pulled Merlin closer and nuzzled the spot on his neck where he'd left his mark. "I've got a better idea. We'll stay in bed and I'll just make sure you have a few more elsewhere."
"Yeah, that works, too."