Title: All in the Family II
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Continuing in the one where Merlin and Arthur are reborn as brothers. (Not that that stops them.)
Warnings: heavily implied incest and past underage, one use of bad language
Word Count: 660
Author's Notes: Still more to come...
By the time Arthur’s in his last year of university, Merlin isn’t really a little boy anymore. In fact, that little boy who used to play with dolls and do kiddie magic shows for his family grew into a fine seventeen year old young man. Morgana says he’s quite mature for his age. Arthur thinks he’s just pretentious.
“So, I was thinking maybe we could do something this weekend instead? I mean, my brother’s gonna be over for the week and I kind of wanted to – oh, hey Arthur,” Merlin paused his conversation with the phone and blinked at Arthur a little owlishly. Arthur raised an eyebrow, reminiscent of their uncle and continued dragging his bags toward his old room. After a moment Merlin started up again.
“Yeah, that was him. Look I’m sorry we couldn’t go together Will. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
Arthur heard Merlin drop the phone on the counter before the expected elephant thumps of his walking up the stairs. Leaving stuff lying around carelessly as usual. There was a short knock on his door and then the boy came barging in as usual—Merlin didn’t know what the word ‘privacy’ even meant—with a big grin on his face.
Arthur rolled his eyes as he tracked Merlin across his room to where he plopped himself down on Arthur bed without so much as a by your leave.
“Merls,” he replied, hiding a smirk as Merlin’s face scrunched up in disgust.
“God, why must you call me that?”
“Well, I’ll stop calling you that when you stop calling me Arfur.”
Merlin huffed and leaned back into Arthur’s pillows. After a moment, it seemed forgotten and he started to pick at a stray thread on the blanket.
“Will wanted me to come over tonight,” Merlin kept his voice casual, but he wasn’t as good at it as he would’ve liked to be. And judging from Arthur’s face, he knew exactly what Merlin was going to start in on.
“He said he had something to tell me. Something big. But I blew him off because my brother was coming over for the week.”
Arthur shrugged and leaned against his tall dresser, crossing his arms, feigning casual like Merlin was trying to do. “You don’t need to be around me every second of the day Merlin. You could have gone to be with your… Will.”
“He’s not my Will. We’re just friends.”
“I really don’t care what you and your pals get up to Merlin.”
Merlin leveled a glare at him. And then suddenly he was up off the bed and in Arthur’s face. The sudden closeness made Arthur blink in surprise.
“You used to care. You remember don’t you Arthur? Back when I was fourteen. You cared very much what I did with my pals back then,” Merlin said bitingly, hands curling into fists. Drawn up to his full height, Merlin was almost as tall as Arthur now and it made Arthur more than a little nervous to see his brother acting so aggressively. He licked his lips, steadfastly ignoring the way Merlin’s eyes flicked down to them that moment.
“Well… back then I was young and stupid and obviously didn’t know what I was saying. But now I can guarantee you. I don’t care what you do with Will or whoever.”
Merlin huffed, not believing a word that came out of Arthur’s mouth. Then he got this determined look on his face and looked Arthur straight in the eye.
“Right. We’ll see about that.” He suddenly rocked forward much to close into Arthur’s personal bubble, and then jerked away and out of the room. Arthur could hear his stomping all the way down the hall, followed by the slam of his door.
Arthur took a deep breath and bumped his head back onto the dresser. He didn’t know what Merlin was planning, but he did know one thing about the coming week.
He was fucked.