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I wrote this for NaNoWriMo 2012, based off a prompt on MKM :)

Thank you to WithinHerHeart! :)

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Seven

Gwaine gasped loudly, biting off a pleasured groan when Percy pressed him firmly and roughly against the wall of their dormitory. He wriggled and was pleased to note that he couldn't escape. Percy would always hold him just tight enough to keep him there but enough that he could get away if he wished. It was only when he lost control, so consumed by his want and need for Gwaine that he held on tighter, just to keep him at his mercy. He loved those moments, always felt a little smug at his power to fray this powerful man's nerves.

Percy licked a trail along the tendons on Gwaine's neck and grinned wolfishly. Gwaine smiled widely, and bit his bottom lip teasingly, arching his neck. He moaned when Percy bit down harshly on the junction between neck and shoulder and his hips buckled involuntarily.

"God, you're so gorgeous like this," Percy complimented breathlessly, hands frantically tugging the button up shirt off, leaving the expanse of flesh bare for his touch.

"I'm always gorgeous," Gwaine quipped, the last word hitching on a groan when his nipple was suckled, teeth scraping across the sensitive skin.

"Clearly if you're still talking, I'm not doing a very good job," he commented, "I should try harder."

"Oh, I think you're very hard baby."

Percy reared upwards to steal a harsh kiss, biting down on his bottom lip, and grabbed one of Gwaine's hands to press down firmly on his tented underwear. He bit back a moan of pleasure when the strong hand flexed teasingly around his erection.

"Oh, you like to play," Percy mocked, fingers tracing the swollen lips of his lover, tips dipping into his mouth, "Why don't you put your mouth to good use?"

"With pleasure," Gwaine assured huskily.

Percy spun them around easily, his back against the wall and his hips inclined upwards. He let out a small breath when hands fumbled with the zipper on his black trousers and, after what seemed like hours, the pressure on his cock was lifted. His trousers fell to his ankles, followed quickly by his underwear, and his cock twitched at the hit of cold air. Pre-cum leaked from the head.

Gwaine's eyes crossed as he zeroed in on his prize and he licked his lips hungrily. He pressed a filthy kiss to the wet head, one that made Percy gasp and a hand, sturdy and eager, tightened in his hair. Gwaine looked up through his eyelashes, took in a deep breath and swallowed around the length. Percy cursed loudly, bending over at the waist.

The hesitant knock at their dormitory door made them tense suddenly, alarm bubbling in their stomachs. Gwaine pulled away reluctantly, missing the feeling already, and Percy shivered when spit cooled around his member. He didn't make any move to cover it though.

There was another knock, a little louder this time, and an uncertain voice spoke, a little muffled through the door. "Um, Percy? Gwaine? It's Will, from the Headmaster's office. He sent me to tell you that you both need to come to his office immediately. Apparently, it's of the utmost importance."

It was Percy that managed to recover first. "Uh, okay, thank you," he answered his voice a little higher than it normally was, "We're, uh. We're getting ready. Tell the headmaster, um, five minutes?"

"Oh, of course," Will hurriedly agreed, and his footsteps, a little heavy footed, could be heard as they backed away from the doorway. It was only when they could no longer be heard, faded into the distance, that both 7th years relaxed.

"Well, that was close," Gwaine commented dryly.

"Five minutes," Percy repeated slowly. His eyes darkened slightly and he shifted his hips pointedly. The tip of his cock nudged against Gwaine's cheek, leaving a mark behind. "You have five minutes."

Gwaine grinned wickedly at the challenge, before settling back into work at an accelerated pace. After all, they only had five minutes.

Earlier that morning…

Merlin stirred quietly from his slumber, only the fluttering of his eyes and the subtle change in breathing were the indicators. It had become a normal occurrence, replacing the tears and the screaming, which he had to admit was preferable. Although, really, nothing beat waking up to Arthur.

Arthur was awake, Merlin knew that instantly, but he lay as still as possible, one arm wrapped tightly around his lithe waist, as a hand ran absentmindedly along his forearm, bringing forth goosebumps. Merlin breathed in deeply, and tilted his head upwards, meeting the wide blue eyes that he had definitely grown attached to. He smiled instinctively in greeting, and nuzzled closer into his bare chest.

"Merry Christmas," Arthur whispered.

"Hmm, merry Christmas," Merlin hummed.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked. Arthur had seemed to take up the habit of asking him, since the first time and well, it had just become part of their morning routine.

"Good, just as I have been for the past seven nights," Merlin pointed out, leaning up onto his arm so he was looking down at the blond man, a teasing smile on his face. "It must be because of your dream catching superpowers."

"Hmm, I have been using my powers for good recently haven't I?" Arthur joked back. He gave him a long look, something lusty and hesitant, "Maybe I won't tonight…"

Merlin arched an eyebrow. "No?"

"Nope," he shook his head, "Maybe I'll use my powers to my own advantage."

"And how would you do that exactly?"

Arthur bit his bottom lip before responding, "I suppose I could make you dream of me."

"Of you?"

"Of course me…on my knees, in front of you," he continued awkwardly, a look of uncertainty on his face as he wondered whether or not to continue.

Merlin was definitely in approval of going forward with this new idea. It had been just over a month and, although the men spent their nights together in the same bed, the conversation of sex or anything other than incredibly heated snogging sessions hadn't really been approached. But if Arthur wanted to start it in this way, he wasn't about to complain. His ears tinged pink at the tips and he fidgeted under the covers. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment before answering.

His voice was shaky. "Really? And what exactly are you doing on your knees?"

"Sucking your cock of course," Arthur tried to answer as causally as possible.

"Of course," Merlin agreed breathlessly. His cock was definitely taking an interest in this conversation. His hand moved to cover it.

"And I'd be good at it too," Arthur continued, "I'd be able to take you all in, into my throat. It would feel good, being so stretched out and ready for you to take me, I'd let you do whatever you wanted," his eyes, alert and so very intense, turned to stare him, "Wha…what would you want to do?"

His lips was parted, still a bruised red from the ferocity of the kissing session the night before, and Merlin couldn't help but reach out and feel the slightly dried skin against his fingers. God, he could just imagine that they would look like, so obscenely stretched around his cock. Yeah, he had a few things he wanted to do.

"I…" he trailed off slightly. He'd never done this before. Hell, he'd never even been kissed before Arthur. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. But Arthur was looking up at him so imploringly, eyes darkened with anticipation for what was to come, that Merlin refused to let him be disappointed, so he answered as honestly – and as quickly – as he could. "…I'd want to fuck your mouth."

"Really?" Arthur's eyes had blown wide.

Merlin licked his lips and his legs spread a little involuntarily, making space for the uncomfortable weight now growing between his legs. "Y-yeah and I'd want to watch you do it. See how much you loved it. And then I'd…" he took in a shaky breath and discreetly tried to press down on his cock. Arthur's eyes dropped down to see the evidence of how much this was affecting him. He shifted his hips, the bunched up duvet falling slightly and the raised area could be clearly seen. Merlin couldn't keep his eyes off.

"And then I'd want to touch you…"

"Where?"

"Everywhere, anywhere, but especially your perfectly perky arse," Merlin answered.

"And what would you do with my perky arse?"

"I'd fuck it," his reply was simple, "I'd have to stretch it first, and you'd beg for my cock, because my fingers just aren't enough for you."

"Me, beg? Clearly you think very highly of yourself," Arthur quipped.

"It's only a recent thing, you haven't exactly done anything to prove me wrong," Merlin commented.

"I may have to allow it…it is your dreams after all," he trailed off slightly. There was silent for a moment before Arthur huffed out heavily, causing Merlin to blink in confusion. "Okay, so I'm now too horny to keep playing my own game. Do you…can I…?"

"I want to touch you," Merlin breathed.

"Oh thank fuck," Arthur whispered as if it were a prayer, and flung back the covers and presented himself in a way that lacked all self consciousness. His cock, hard and red, rested heavily on his stomach, and one of Arthur's strong hands reached down to grip it tightly. He groaned at the touch and, with his free hand, reached out to grope for Merlin, who clung to the offered hand tightly, heart racing with the keenness and knowledge for what was about to happen.

Arthur easily bent Merlin's hand around his cock and he let out a small hiss as he did so. Merlin blinked, a little lost now that he was there, holding the pulsing member in his hand, so real and, well, hard, that all those feelings of insecurity returned. He looked at Arthur for help.

The blond eyebrows were furrowed. "Alex, if you don't want to, you don't-"

Merlin cut him off hurriedly. "I do, I really do," he insisted, "It's just, uh; I'm not…show me how to make it good for you."

Arthur watched him for a moment before nodding slowly. He tightened the grip slightly and twisted his wrist a little for a better grip. One hand rested as a guide on Merlin's thin wrist, beginning the repetitive motions easily, encouraging the long fingers to massage across his head, collecting the leaking pre-cum to use as lube. Arthur breath picked up and his hips began to jerk upwards, into the hold, needing the friction. Merlin's fingernails traced the vein on the underside of his cock and Arthur whined lowly.

He was close, much too close for his liking, but there was no way to stop it, not without ending Alex's movements and really, there was no way in heck he was going to do that. Not when the look of concentration on his face was so wonderfully arousing, all his attention forced solely on the task of getting him off. It was almost too much. His balls tightened close to his body and he wasn't aware he had muttered a command until hands unskilfully fondled them.

When he came, his back arched suddenly, nails digging into the sheets beneath him and his toes curled in pleasure. Cum splattered across his chest and thighs and, when he had the right frame of mind to blink his eyes open, all over Alex's hand. The man looked confused and a little curious as to what to do with the white mess, staring with need filled eyes.

Arthur made a sated noise and Merlin glanced at him, cheeks flushed with desire. He was so turned on, so close and hard that it almost hurt. When Arthur lazily pulled back the covers, his cock jumped for attention, the tip red, pre-cum dripping steadily from the tip. He felt a little self-aware with so much of him on display, but the appreciative look that Arthur slide over him kept him from trying to hide.

"Arthur…" he said the name like a plea.

"I'm going to make you cum Alex," Arthur promised quietly. "Come here," he encouraged, spreading his shaky legs with some effort and Merlin moved rapidly to settle between them. The chest against his back was warm and sticky but by this point, he really didn't care. Arthur leant over forward, chin resting on his right shoulder and breathing heavily in his ear, and Merlin watched, wondering what Arthur would do, as he led their hands, drying cum spreading from one to the other, to grasp tightly around his cock.

"It's okay Alex," he whispered, "Touch yourself. Show me. I want to watch you cum for me. Is that okay?"

Merlin couldn't even manage real words, his agreement lodging itself high in his throat. Only a small zealous noise at the back of his throat was given as a response, head rolling backwards onto Arthur's shoulders, and he watched through half lidded eyes as his trembling hand travelled along his shaft.

He was close, so close, and Arthur was breathing heavily in his ears, whispering filth in a gravelled voice about how good he looked, asking how good it felt – "you're so hard, god, so close, aren't you? You want to cum for me, don't you?"

The tip of a finger – his or Arthur's, he couldn't be sure – dipped into his slit briefly, rubbing at the walls, and it was as if his stomach, once tight and churning, had dropped out of him. He cried out a word, unrecognisable to his own ears, and his hips thrust without coordination into the high grip. Hot cum landed on his stomach and chest, his hands and some dripped onto the bed sheets that, by this point, were in desperate need of a change. Merlin's body relaxed backwards, slumped into Arthur, who clutched him through the aftershocks. He muttered something that Merlin couldn't really understand at that moment against the skin of neck and placed sweet, simple kisses along the curve of it.

Merlin turned his head towards Arthur, and pushed their lips together. It was a little awkward because of the position they were in, but neither seemed to care, just letting their lips slide wetly against each other until the tremors disappeared from their bodies and Arthur breathed out a contented sigh.

"That was hot," he commented.

Merlin laughed. "And sticky," he added, "I'm going to need a shower."

"But it was worth it."

"Definitely one of the best Christmas mornings ever,"

Arthur arched an eyebrow. "One of the best? Oh, I'll have to try harder next time."

"If you're suggesting we make this a Christmas tradition, I'm all for it."

"I'll make in a note in my schedule," Arthur grinned.

"But first, shower," Merlin reminded.

"Urgh, definitely, I think we may be stuck together." The blond griped, carefully pushing Merlin off his chest. The sound was a little sickening and Merlin grimaced at the pull of his skin. Arthur climbed out of the bed and stretched upwards, giving his bed partner the opportunity to eye him appreciatively. The man did look good completely naked.

'Even better covered in his own cum,'

Arthur shot him a mischievous smile over his shoulders. "Race you to shower?"

"Hey, no fair," Merlin whined, as he scrambled to his feet, "You had a head start!"

Honestly, he couldn't find it in himself to be anything other than awed at the look at Arthur standing in their shower, water droplets falling along the rivets of his chiselled back, sliding between the swell of his backside. He shook his head sending water flying at Merlin, who made a noise of objection. Arthur took no notice, and held out an open hand, gently encouraging him into the small cleaning space. He pulled him close and buried a face in the crook of his neck, and Merlin breathed in deeply, utterly happy, probably he realised for the first time in months.

It's sad how quickly those feelings can be destroyed.

It had become a ritual among his new group of friends that the ones who stayed at school for the holidays (Gwen and Elyan had gone home to spend the holidays with their father, and Mithan and Leon were bringing their families together for the first time) would open their presents together. It had to be done during a certain period in the morning because of an apparently unavoidable Pendragon family dinner (Merlin wasn't told much about it, only that it was one of the only times that his uncle, Tristan, was given leave from the care home, and that Arthur loved to see him). This year, it would happen in Morgana's room. When she answered the door, she complained that they had taken too long, glaring in annoyance at the two, which was just as scary as it was normally, even with the floppy Santa's hat perched on the top of her head.

Arthur rolled his eyes and entered the room with little care. "Come on it's Christmas," he tried to appease.

"I don't want to imagine what you guys were doing," Morgana ranted.

Dana smirked from her place by the little tree that had been placed in the room. "I can," she commented. Merlin flushed red.

"Doing what we should be doing," Gwaine grumbled under his breath, and Percy grinned, pulling him close to off a kiss in appeasement. It seemed to work, if only a little bit.

"I want details later," Elena told Merlin firmly.

Lance's face twisted into something akin to distaste. "I love you man, but seriously, no details."

"Can we open presents now?" Merlin questioned loudly, his grip on the gifts tightening as he desperately tried to change the subject.

Morgana seemed to take pity on him. "Good idea, we've waited long enough," she paused to shoot daggers at her little brother, "So who's first?"

Most of what Merlin received was little trinkets that made him smile. Dana had gotten him a little statue of a dragon ("it just reminded me of you," she had explained with a shrug); Gwen and Lance had gotten him a huge photo album with a note that read 'because you said you wanted a place for new memories', Elyan, a black belt ('because I think you've earned it'); Percy had given him a red neckerchief, and Gwaine had offered the gag gift of a vibrating dildo that had Merlin blushed a deep red as he panicked to hide it; Morgana had brought him a moonstone ("it's supposed to be for protection or something"); Mithan and Leon had brought him a 1st edition book of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, his proclaimed favourite book; and Arthur…Arthur had given him a leather bound notebook, old and definitely expensive.

He traced the leather straps and bronze lock on the front and gave Arthur a disbelieving look. The blond looked a little smug.

"Well, you've been writing a lot lately," he reasoned. He didn't get the chance to say anything else because Merlin had reared forward and pressed a kiss of gratitude to his lips. The others wolf-whistled teasingly.

And then it was the last gift that completely ruined his day.

No one was sure who it was from; Morgana had said that it was in the rec room when she was grabbing the gifts sent by parents the day before. It was a thin box, with white and silver snowflake wrapping paper with a blue bow attached to the front. The tag only read his name – his new name - in simple black ink.

He opened it carefully and just froze.

There was only a piece of paper, thin and little crumbled, inside but it was the words it read that made his heart rate pick up with panic. No…it couldn't be…but who else? It made no sense otherwise.

"Alex, are you okay?" Arthur asked worriedly.

"Yeah, you're looking a little…green," Dana added.

"What, no, nothing's wrong," Merlin quickly tried to assure. Heads leant closer and he quickly grabbed the note, crushing it in his palm, stopping anyone else for getting a glimpse at it. He was almost glad that Gwaine and Percy had snuck off only a little earlier, with the dark haired man loudly announcing his intention to have his way with his larger partner. He stood abruptly, concerned eyes making him angsty.

"I need to call my dad," he blurted out, probably a lot louder than he needed to, "You know, Christmas and all."

He didn't wait for a reply before he left the room. He clutched tightly to the paper in his hands, anxiously hoping that maybe if he held on a little tighter, the words just wouldn't exist anymore. But no. They were there, clear as day and telling the end of the safe cocoon he had convinced him that he was in.

The words echoed around his mind, taunting him.

Found you.