Title: Truth or Dare part 3
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, Gwaine/Percival, Lancelot/Gwen
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Elyan, Gwaine, Percival, Lancelot, Gwen
Summary: Arthur hadn’t known just what a match maker Gwaine was, but Arthur was enjoying Merlin’s clever tongue just the same.
Word Count: 1090
Camelot_drabble Prompt: pt 419:bingo-round 2- Arthur
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Truth be told, it took Arthur more than a week to figure out what was wrong with Gwaine. And in actual fact, he had to ask Merlin about it.
Because Gwaine, troublemaker that he was, was acting like he cared about things. He was more polite. He drank less. And unbelievably, he stopped flirting with everything that moved.
Percival, too, was acting oddly. He stayed away from Gwaine, whereas before they had been thick as thieves. He was also quieter than he had been – if that was possible.
It took Merlin a long time to explain and it involved emotions and honestly, Arthur didn’t do emotions well. It was hard enough to understand Merlin’s need for comfort. Arthur could deal with Merlin’s insatiable appetite for sex. He was pretty inventive, too. Arthur had never heard of some of the things Merlin used, carved toys and special oils, but he had a book from ancient times and with drawings, too, and they were going through them one by one.
Merlin was bloody flexible, both in limb and in attitude, and Arthur was enjoying it more than he thought possible.
But it didn’t help him with his knights.
Finally, he had had enough. Arthur liked order, he liked discipline, he liked bashing people over the head or getting into a heady mix of mace and swordplay on the training field. What he didn’t like was two of his best knights at odds with each other. It would only get worse, and if it came time for battle, it could prove fatal.
Wanting to call them to task, Merlin just stared at Arthur as if he were insane. Instead, he suggested another round of ‘truth or dare’.
Percival nearly refused but Arthur stared at him until he relented. Gwaine seemed to be thrilled. The others just rolled their collective eyes and told Arthur that it was about time.
The first few rounds were easy, dares or truths that were simple and didn’t involve a lot of cesspit visits. Merlin was asked about Arthur’s prowess in the sack and he stuttered and stammered and turned red. It was a good look on him. Gwaine was dared to be quiet for a whole minute which he failed but everyone laughed about it, except Percival. Lance had to carry a basket of eggs around the courtyard, which Arthur assumed was Gwen’s way of finding out if he’d drop any babies they might spawn. Elyan balanced a sword on the tip of his finger. Merlin juggled eggs. Arthur had to do three cartwheels. Gwen kissed Lancelot in front of them all which lasted longer than Arthur was comfortable with – and it reminded him to get more of that special oil for later. Percival told them about a funny story of when he was young.
Then finally it was time for the real questions. Arthur dared Gwaine to speak from his heart. Percival started to get up, but Arthur pulled him back down and wouldn’t let go.
For a moment, Gwaine didn’t say anything. Then, looking at Percival, he nodded. “I’m not a good person. I’ve lied, I’ve started fights, I’ve bedded more than my fair share of men and women, I’ve roamed the Five Kingdoms and drank my way through it all. But I don’t cross my friends, and when I give my heart, it’s for always.”
Percival looked like he didn’t believe him. “You haven’t looked at anyone for a week, I’ll grant you that, but how long can that last? It’s who you are.”
Reaching over, Gwaine fitted his hand into Percy’s own. “I’ll not lie. It’s been hard. But if that’s the price I pay for your regard, then I’ll gladly pay it.”
“I don’t want you to pay, Gwaine, I’ve… could we talk? Alone?” Percival was looking around, his face flushed and unhappy, but Gwaine just nodded.
With that, Arthur stood up. “Merlin, I believe you have duties as do we all. And Gwaine, Percival, take the afternoon off and come to some agreement. I can’t have my knights at odds with each other.”
Quickly, Lance and Gwen went off, hand in hand, Elyan mentioned something about the Rising Sun, and Arthur was feeling a bit annoyed that any exploration of the next section of Merlin’s book would have to wait until nightfall.
But Merlin nudged him as they walked away and whispered that he’d bring wine and a new toy he’d discovered if Arthur liked. And since the afternoon was free, it might be wise to try them out. Repeatedly.
Arthur had to admit it. Merlin might be an idiot, but he was brilliant, too.
Gwaine and Percival would figure something out. In the meantime, Arthur had some explorations of his own to attend to.
At the feast that night, Arthur was bit sore but thoroughly satisfied. And if Gwaine and Percival were not in attendance, Merlin telling him that he didn’t expect them out of Gwaine’s quarters until morning and oh by the way, they’d borrowed Merlin’s book and some of that special oil, well, who was he to complain?
But Merlin grinned at him, then said, “Well, I think Gwaine’s out of the match-making business for now.”
“Was he ever?” Arthur frowned, a bit confused by it.
Merlin just shook his head. “Why do you think Gwaine started the ‘truth or dare’ game? He’s been trying to match us all up. I think he’s got his eye on Leon next. I heard something about Mithian?”
“Mithian? Of Nemeth?” Arthur said.
“Yeah. Leon refused to play ‘truth or dare’, but Gwaine has been putting a bug in his ear about her for a couple of months now. I wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t work out. Gwaine’s pretty persuasive. I mean, he got us together.”
“Merlin, we got us together, not some reprobate from who knows where.” Arthur was astonished that Merlin would think such a thing. After all, Arthur was a prince, a royal, one versed in diplomacy and the arts of war and peace. That Gwaine arranged it all was ridiculous.
Merlin just shrugged, smiling a bit, pulling Arthur in for a long, wet kiss. Then he whispered into Arthur’s ear, “We should try a few ‘truth or dares’ of our own. I’m up for another round if you are.”
“And you mentioned something about beads and a feather and sucking my….” But Arthur stopped talking because Merlin was thrusting his clever tongue into Arthur’s mouth.
Arthur was definitely up for another round.
Truth or dare, indeed.