And now the conclusion to my kinky fantasies! This is sickly sweet, and I'm not the least bit sorry about it.

Enjoy!

-Forbala-

EPILOGUE

Merlin collapsed on top of Arthur, his head buried in the Prince's neck, their sweaty chests sliding together until they settled and became still. "That was excellent," Merlin panted.

Arthur kissed Merlin's fingertips slowly and said, "Yes. It was."

Merlin liked the feel of Arthur's lips on his body, anywhere on his body. He was still sore from last night and their fun in the stocks, and he'd walk funny for several days after all they'd just done, but it was absolutely worth it.

"Arthur?" he asked softly, shyly.

"Yes?" Arthur said, then sucked on Merlin's wrist absently.

Merlin moaned before continuing. "You said last night…you said that I'm yours."

"I meant it. You're not to have any more cock unless it's mine."

"So…is this going to be a regular thing then?"

"Naturally."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you…well what I mean to say is…"

"Am I yours?" Arthur finished. Merlin gulped and nodded. "Merlin, if I touch no one else but you for the rest of my life, I couldn't be happier."

Merlin blushed and tried to hide his smile, without success. After a long, happy moment during which Arthur continued to languidly kiss Merlin's skin, the darker man said, "I hope Uther doesn't put me in the stocks again. Don't want you killing off innocent men just out for a one-off."

"Oh, don't you worry about that. I'll see to it that your arse is kept safe from the lechers of Camelot," Arthur said casually. Merlin laughed loudly and kissed Arthur full on the lips.

"We ought to get you dressed for practice," Merlin whispered against the Prince's lips.

"They'll make it without me for one day." Arthur flipped them over and kissed his way down Merlin's skinny, pale chest. "Even princes get sick days."

Merlin ran his fingers through Arthur's hair and smiled, his chest full of so much warmth that he thought he might catch fire.