Title: The Prince and The Servant
Character/s: Arthur, George, Merlin
Summary: We've all given into temptation at some point!
Warnings: Unbeta'd, Some may require a tissue, others a sharp object lol
Word Count: 605
Prompt: #11 Temptation
Arthur stormed into his chambers with such force that it nearly took the door off its hinges. He sunk down into the chair behind his table that had a still mounting pile of Princely duties to be carried out, but lately he didn't seem to have the time to deal with it and looking at it just made the anger within him flare up. Merlin had that effect on him a vast majority of the time. Just the way he looked while serving him and his father, King Uther, their dinner in the grand hall and not being able to take him there and then, had feelings flare up within him that he just couldn't handle.
“Is everything OK Sire?” asked a voice from the corner where his pile of dirty clothes was growing at an enormous rate. Arthur looked up to see who was in his chambers while he thought he was alone. Suddenly, he stood up, not knowing why, after seeing his second servant, who was only ever there on the very rare occasions Merlin was previously engaged, though Arthur couldn't seem to recall this ruggedly handsome man’s name, only that he was somehow always around when Arthur wanted to give into temptation.
“You are?” Arthur asked in a rough, breathless kind of way.
“I’m George, Sire.” He said moving out of the darkness where he was standing and into the shimmering glow of the setting sun shining in the window.
Arthur didn't know what or how it had happened, but he had George pinned against the closest wall. Both of them breathing heavily, staring at each other, waiting for one to make a move. After a while, George started to wonder about the situation he was in and fear what might happen, so he tried to break free of Arthur's grip and retreat from the room.
Arthur's tongue was exploring the contours of George’s neck and finding its way to his mouth, while George’s hands were gripping Arthur’s fine, perfectly toned arse and pulling him closer. The two were totally lost in time that George didn't even know his breeches had been undone. Arthur, still using his tongue was maneuvering his way down to the one thing he had craved of this man since the first time he had seen him.
“‘Scuse me, Sire, but the King requests your...” Merlin started before he had the door open fully, but stopped dead in his tracks at the scene in front of him. Heartbreak, unable to be covered up, coming from every part of Merlin. Arthur jumped up, not knowing what to do, or how to explain. He had never told Merlin how he felt, as Merlin had never told him, but it still didn't make it hurt any less for either of them. The servant who stood perfectly still, while they shared unspoken but communicated affection and hurt, couldn't take it any longer and pulled his breeches into place and straightened himself up. Merlin left the room as calmly as he could and went to find Gwaine in Kilgharrah tavern down in the lower town. Arthur, after pulling his clothes to an acceptable state, went running after Merlin but couldn't catch up. He thought maybe Merlin had ran as soon as he got far enough away that the footsteps couldn’t be heard from Arthur’s chambers. George gathered up Arthur’s dirty clothes and left to get on with his duties of servitude and think of anywhere he could go live and work before being relieved of duty after the scene he had just been involved in.