Title: Complications (Sequel to A Dare's A Dare)
Character/s: Mordred, Merlin.
Summary: Merlin doesn't really do complicated. Luckily Mordred is a master at it.
Warnings: Twin incest.
Word Count: 396
Prompt: #98 Truth or Dare
Author's Notes: Leads directly on from the other one. I apparently couldn't let it go. Also doubles up for the prompt "complicated" at camelot_land.
"Well, that was fun," Mordred said, laying Merlin down on one of the beds in their assigned cabin.
"It was, wasn't it?" Merlin agreed, speaking up to the ceiling, completely missing the sarcasm.
"No," Mordred said, glaring at him. "What on Earth were you thinking? Kissing me like that."
"It was a dare, relax," Merlin protested. "It wasn't like I had you on the mess hall table."
"You may as well have!"
"Stop exaggerating, you were the one that wanted a dare," Merlin complained, sitting upright. "You could have said truth."
"And have them ask why my twin brother kept trying to cop a feel during the ghost story?" Mordred asked wearily, searching through Merlin's bag for a pair of pyjamas.
"Yeah, well, I got carried away, didn't I? We don't have to worry about mum and dad here." Merlin took the pyjama bottoms away from Mordred and dumped them down on the bed. "In fact, I was rather hoping we could celebrate that..."
"It's not that simple," Mordred said but he let Merlin pull him in.
"It's very simple," Merlin countered, looking up at Mordred through his lashes.
"No, it's very complicated, Merlin," Mordred said, crouching down to put himself on Merlin's level so that he couldn't keep looking up at him with those bright blue eyes, making him want to give in. "Just like it was complicated at home. So long as people know who we are, it will never be simple."
"That's never stopped us before," Merlin muttered, an honest sadness shining through in his voice that hurt Mordred's heart.
Merlin had been so sure things would be better, easier, here. It had been his selling point to get them here in the first place. And he'd had to sell it well; Mordred hated camping and kids in almost equal measures. Now he was working a whole summer as a camp helper, responsible for at least a dozen children, all for Merlin's sake, so they could be together. And now he was ruining it, like he did everything.
He clamped down on the bitterness. It wasn't that he wanted to spoil Merlin's fun; it's just that they had to be more careful. Especially now that everyone was watching.