9 Months Later

After drinking too much wine at a feast, Arthur beds his manservant Merlin. Ashamed by his actions Arthur sends Merlin away but he returns 9 months later with a blonde haired baby in his arms. How will Arthur react when Merlin claims the child is theirs? SLASH MPREG

Disclaimer-Guess what? I STILL don't Merlin *sigh*, it's not fair.

This is my first male pregnancy fic, so if you don't like that I suggest you go and read something else, and I would like to dedicate it to Blond Velma since it was she who wanted me to write one.

Chapter 1-Too Much Wine

Laughing merrily at a joke Sir Leon had just made, Arthur Pendragon, the Crown Prince of Camelot, beckoned his manservant Merlin over with a finger. The dark-haired boy approached the blue-eyed blonde and dutifully refilled his goblet with wine before returning to stand against the wall alongside his pretty friend Guinevere, otherwise known as Gwen.

"I think he's drunk too much." Gwen whispered as she watched the Prince sway in his seat. "You shouldn't keep giving him more."

"I have no authority to decline his wishes Gwen." Merlin reminded her. "He'd throw me in the stocks if I disobeyed him."

"But he's the future King." Gwen pointed out. "He should be setting a good example, not making a fool of himself."

"You forget Gwen, Arthur is a royal prat." Merlin told her as he watched Arthur and his rowdy knights engage in arm wrestles.

"Merlin." Morgana spoke as she moved away from the King to join him and Gwen. "You need to do something about Arthur. Uther will throw you in the stocks if you don't."

"What?" Merlin asked. "How is that fair? Arthur's the one being an idiot not me."

"I know Merlin." Morgana said sympathetically. "But you're his manservant; it is your duty to look after him. Just do something quickly. If you don't sort Arthur out soon Uther will have you thrown in the stocks and I'll not be able to help you."

Merlin rolled his eyes before nodding to the two ladies and then making his way determinedly towards Arthur.

"Ah, Merlin!" Arthur exclaimed as he pulled the slender boy towards him and ruffled his hair. "Pour me some more wine."

"I'm afraid I can't do that sire." Merlin replied. "You've had enough. It's time for you to retire to your chambers."

"No!" Arthur yelled like a petulant child banging his empty goblet on the table. "Wine!" He demanded.

Looking over his shoulder, Merlin caught sight of King Uther narrowing his eyes at him threateningly. He turned back to Arthur before snatching his goblet away.

"You're drunk." Merlin said bluntly. "It's time for you to leave before you embarrass yourself and before your father throws me in the stocks for your un-princely behavior."

"Perhaps you should go sire." Leon suggested as he cast a knowing smile at the drunken blonde. "You and I both know you wouldn't want the King to punish young Merlin."

Merlin furrowed his brow in confusion at this strange comment whilst Leon ruffled his hair. Arthur glared at his knight and forced his hand away from Merlin's head.

"My Merlin." He told Leon pointedly before draping an arm across Merlin's shoulders and staggering out of the hall leaning heavily on Merlin for support.

They reached the Prince's bedroom and Merlin pushed the door open and helped Arthur inside.

"You're not embarrassed of me are you Merlin?" Arthur asked as he moved out of his friend's supporting hold and pulled his tunic over his head getting tangled in it somehow.

"No Arthur I'm not." Merlin replied as he helped the blonde find his way out of the tunic.

"Father is." Arthur said glumly as he made to sit down on his bed but missed and crashed onto the floor. "Ouch, that hurt."

Merlin offered his hand and helped the older boy up and steadied him before guiding him onto the bed then leaning down to tug off his boots.

"I can never make him proud." Arthur continued to say. "Nothing I do is ever good enough."

"I'm sure that's not true." Merlin told him.

"You're just saying that because you know that's what I want to hear." Arthur said as he gently rubbed his bare foot in his friend's face.

"Get some sleep." Merlin replied before making to leave.

"Merlin." Arthur called with on odd tone to his voice, he sounded almost seductive. "I can't sleep in these breeches."

Letting out a sigh Merlin crossed back to the bed. As he placed his hands at the strings of Arthur's breeches, Arthur rested his hands on Merlin's face and cocked his head to the side as he looked at him thoughtfully.

"Um…Arthur?" Merlin asked awkwardly. "What are you doing?"

"Looking at you." Arthur answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're quite beautiful you know."

"I…I'd better go." Merlin replied as his heart began to beat faster and his mouth went try.

He dropped his hands from Arthur's breeches and made to step back but the Prince gripped his arms and pulled him down to sit beside him on the bed. Arthur ran a hand through Merlin's dark locks before fingering the edge of his large ears then brushing his knuckles down his soft ivory cheekbone. Merlin swallowed and had to remind himself how to breathe.

"Guinevere was watching me an awful lot tonight." Arthur commented as he idly fiddled with the knot that tied Merlin's red neck scarf around his pale throat. "I've noticed her staring at me a lot recently in fact. It's a bit annoying actually."

"I'm sure she doesn't mean to be." Merlin defended.

"What about you?" Arthur asked as he slid closer to the servant boy.

"Me?" Merlin asked, his voice quivering slightly from the Prince's close proximity.

"Yes. You always stare at me Merlin." Arthur stated. "Don't think I don't notice. I see the way you look at me, especially when you're helping me dress in the mornings."

"I…I don't…I don't mean anything by it Arthur." Merlin told him. "Um, I mean sire."

"You don't have to call me sire." Arthur laughed, a beautiful sound that made Merlin's tummy flutter. "I like when you call me Arthur."

Merlin looked up at the Prince through his dark lashes and saw an adoring smile on Arthur's face. The blonde locked eyes with him, blue staring intently at blue, before his eyes dropped to Merlin's soft looking lips before flicking back to his eyes.

Before Merlin could identify the look in Arthur's eye as that of lust, Arthur had placed a hand at the back of his head and was kissing him deeply, his tongue running along Merlin's lower lip before slipping inside the warm cavern of his mouth. Unable to stop himself, Merlin let out a blissful moan.

He could not count how many times he had imagined having those very lips pressed upon his. But that little voice in his head that Gaius referred to as his conscience, chose that moment to speak up and remind him that Arthur was drunk and probably didn't realise what he was doing.

Forcing himself to pull away, Merlin gasped for breath before standing up and looking down at Arthur who was blinking up at him in confusion.

"You're drunk." Merlin pointed out. "This can't happen, it would be taking advantage."

"I'm not that drunk." Arthur replied as he pulled Merlin onto his lap and deeply inhaled the younger boy's forest-like scent.

He kissed Merlin again and untied his neck-scarf before dropping it to the floor. Ignoring that voice in his head, Merlin allowed himself to give over to passion reasoning that if Arthur was the one to make the advances, then he wasn't really taking advantage.

Happier now that Merlin was putting up no resistance, Arthur stripped his friend of clothing before removing the rest of his own.

"My Merlin." Arthur grinned fondly as he spread himself on top of the slim brunette.

Merlin shivered in pleasure beneath his Prince as they rubbed themselves against one another until both were suitably hard. Neither of the two had been fully intimate with anyone before, male or female, but they'd heard stories on how sex worked. Merlin had heard tales from older villagers back in Ealdor and Arthur had heard things from the more sexually experienced of his knights.

On a recent hunting trip, as Arthur and his knights had gathered around a campfire Sir Edgar, one of the eldest among them, had boasted about having his wicked way with many men and women alike. Curious about how the dirty deed worked with another male, Sir Leon had asked for more details which Edgar was only too happy to give.

From the older knight's talk, Arthur remembered something being said about preparing the bed partner for entry with oil of some kind.

Pulling himself away from Merlin slightly, Arthur clumsily reached over towards his cabinet and pulled the door open before rummaging for the bottle of massage oil he used to work out the knots in his back after a hard day's training.

He uncorked the bottle and accidentally spilt most of the contents onto Merlin's stomach making the boy shudder from the coldness of the sticky substance. Arthur grunted an apology before lathering his cock and fingers with the oil before dropping the now empty bottle onto the floor where it rolled away under the bed.

His oil-covered fingers fumbled at Merlin's opening before awkwardly plunging one digit inside making Merlin yelp in pain. Arthur withdrew his finger quickly and flushed slightly at his ineptitude.

"Go slower." Merlin told him as he spread his legs wider. "And be more gentle."

Arthur nodded before inserting his finger again, this time at a slower space granting Merlin time to adjust to the intrusion. He stared down at Merlin's face in drunken wonder as he added a second finger marveling at the peculiar feel of Merlin's anal walls clamping tightly on his digits.

Before long, Merlin grew impatient and desired more than Arthur's fingers working their way in and out of his most intimate area.

Complying to his friend's needs, Arthur withdrew his fingers before slowly forcing his hard shaft inside. Once again, Merlin vocally expressed his pain but still he urged the blonde to continue.

Planting his lips against Merlin's, Arthur began thrusting himself in and out of his lover, his balls slapping against Merlin's arse. As they kissed, Merlin could taste wine in the other boy's mouth and a strange sensation coursed through his body.

His hips jerked upwards and he arched his back up off the bed causing Arthur to slide in even deeper. The Prince groaned and grunted above him as he gripped Merlin's erection in one hand and pumped him for all he was worth.

A tingling sensation swept through Merlin that he recognized as his magic. He slammed his eyes tight shut for fear that Arthur would see his eyes momentarily turn gold. As both boys reached a fast sticky climax, Merlin felt his power ripple through him with no idea what it meant but at that moment he was too deeply elated to care.

With a final groan, Arthur pulled out of the body beneath him and spooned against him, one hand resting gently on Merlin's stomach.

"My Merlin." Arthur whispered before he fell into a deep sleep snoring lightly.

Elsewhere in the castle, the Lady Morgana jolted awake utterly confused by the odd dream she had. It wasn't a frightful nightmare that had woken her as was usually the case; the dream was just very bizarre. Deciding she'd drank one goblet of wine too many, Morgana lay her head back down on the pillows, her raven curls fanning around her head contrasting sharply to the white of the pillow-sheets.

To Be Continued

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