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Wicked Game

Winterstorrm

Art by

Savagesnakes

Merlin couldn’t recall a single time in his whole soon to be

eighteen years that he had felt this nervous. He stood in front

of the full length mirror that adorned the back of Elena’s

bedroom door and the person staring back at him was

definitely some other person, because the person looking back

at him was someone – if Merlin hadn’t known it was himself –

he would have said was attractive. It was a person he barely

recognised as Merlin Emrys, almost university student and

wannabe novelist.

With measured slowness he turned round and admired his

backside – in these new jeans, he almost looked as though he

had an arse – he gave it a little wiggle for effect before forcing

his gaze upward where his attention lingered on the tight t-

shirt Elena had picked out for him. He would only have to lift

an arm and a band of pale flesh and a hipbone would be on

display for the world to admire.

His first thought was, ‘Fucking hell, I’m a twink.’ His second

was, ‘Oh god, I’m really going to do this.’

"Elena, tell me again why you didn’t force me to do this years

ago?" he asked, amazed at how she’d transformed him out of

his usual scruffy jeans and Converse into this.

"If you had let me, Merlin, I would have done this long ago."

Elena stepped into his space and straightened the hem of the t-

shirt even though it clearly needed no further adjustment, and

leant up to kiss his cheek before stepping back and appraising

him from head to toe again. "You look bloody gorgeous. Are

you sure you’re completely gay, not bi-"

Merlin laughed and pulled her into a hug. Elena asked that a

lot, even though after a lifetime of being his best friend, she

knew better than anyone where his preferences lay.

Sometimes he wished he was bi, because Elena was an

amazing girl and Merlin was not so gay he couldn’t appreciate

that she had a fantastic pair of tits, but no matter how much

he wished it, the sight of said tits didn’t so much as cause a

twitch in his cock. Merlin was definitely, one-hundred per cent

gay as a maypole, and happy to be so.

"Elena, if I ever felt anything for any girl, it would be you and

you know I mean that." They had had the conversation before,

back when Elena had asked Merlin to be her first at the tender

age of fifteen because she wanted it to be with someone she

felt comfortable with without any pressure. Hence, Merlin’s

first sexual experience had been a heterosexual one, though he

had made Elena wait until they were sixteen and legal; and

since then, their friendship had grown even closer after the

compulsory five minutes of weirdness.

"Gee thanks, Merlin," Elena said, snorting and thumping him on

the arm as she did when she was excited. "I live to be your

beard."

"Yeah, well, you’re a self-appointed beard for school purposes

only." He nudged her back affectionately. "So you think I’ll fit

in? I don’t want to look like a newbie – God, what if they can

tell? I’ll stand out like a sore thumb. I want it to look like I do

this all the time."

"I wish you’d let me come with you." Elena's expression

turned serious.

Merlin sighed and almost caved in. He really didn’t want to go

on his own, yet if Elena came with him, he would be worried

about her all night and he wouldn’t get what he wanted. This

was uncharted territory and if he was honest with himself, he

felt scared shitless. Yet, what were the alternatives? The fact

that he could move things with his mind and make it rain on a

sunny day already made him feel different enough from the

kids at school. They already thought he was weird because of

that time Valiant Savage tried to beat him up in the cafeteria

queue - all of the lights flickered and Valiant’s hair stood on

end as though he had his hand in the socket rather than on

Merlin. The brainless moron still had it in for Merlin, getting

digs and taunts in wherever he could, but Merlin enjoyed the

look of fear that sat behind Valiant's eyes and the way he

avoiding getting near him.

If they knew for sure he was gay, then his life would be even

more complicated than it was already, and Merlin preferred to

just turn up at school and leave as soon as possible. His motto

was ‘do not engage’.

If anyone else at South Albion High School was even as much

as bi-curious, they were keeping it very much in the closet, and

Merlin was seventeen, about to turn eighteen and he wanted to

know, wanted to try – he wanted his first time, his first gay

time at least, sooner rather than later. He was fed up of

wanking to porn on the internet and getting a hard-on in P.E

when he watched the extremely fit but utter dick-head Tom

Jamieson in the changing room. That interest needed a more

appropriate outlet.

"Elena, if I get what I want tonight then I’m not coming home.

I can’t leave you on your own in the middle of Avalon Street."

"You’ll be on your own."

"Yes, but hopefully not for long. I need to do this, you know I

do, and I know tonight is the right night." Merlin wished he felt

as confident as he sounded. He could stand up to a bully and

leave him cowering in his shoes, but the thought of doing what

he planned to do tonight filled him with a sense of dread.

And inevitability; his magic was crackling with anticipation; it

knew something significant was afoot.

"Alright – I'll trust you and your spidey sense - but keep your

phone on, and ring me if you need picking up at any time.

Even in the middle of the night. I won’t mind."

"I don’t deserve you," Merlin grinned and hugged her.

"Don’t be fooled," Elena said with a waggle of eyebrows as she

pulled back. "I want the full details tomorrow. It may have

escaped your notice, but I’m not getting any at the moment

either. I fully intend to live vicariously through you."

♥♥♥

"I’m going home!" Arthur shouted over the heavy bass of

whatever the music du-jour was that sent pounding vibrations

through his bones and was annoying the hell out of him. When

the music started to grate on his nerves, he knew it was not

worth hanging around any longer; it was time for him to leave.

"Oh come on, Arthur," Leon complained, hands on hips, a

gesture that was just a little too camp for his tall muscular

physique. "It’s not even midnight." Gwaine and Lance,

flanking either side of Arthur, rolled their eyes.

"No, it’s as flat as tarmac in here tonight," Arthur said, by

which he meant he’d just received a very lacklustre blowjob in

the backroom which had done nothing whatsoever to ease his

irritable mood of the last few days. For once, going home was

the more appealing option. He treated Leon to his killer smile

and waited for his best friend’s peeved expression at Arthur’s

decision to leave to turn into the resigned pout he normally

reserved for Arthur.

Leon was his best mate. He looked up to Arthur; they were as

close as brothers – in fact Arthur half suspected that Leon was

his brother, but Uther had denied that alleged affair with Leon’s

mother. He and Leon had always agreed that they didn’t need

to share blood to be best friends. Leon liked to be the centre

of Arthur’s attention and they had been inseparable since they

were both in the cradle. He was Arthur's family – well, Leon

and his mother Alice. His ‘official’ half-sister, Morgana, wasn’t

an easy person to love and his father, well, there was no point

saying ‘Uther Pendragon’ and ‘family’ in the same sentence.

Alice had been the only mother he’d ever known, his own

mother having already separated from Uther before dying in

childbirth. So when Uther had been too busy for Arthur –

which had been most of the time – he had been at Leon’s

house. Alice was the only person alive who could shame Arthur

with a single glance. He adored the woman and when she had

met Gaius and married him when Arthur and Leon were seven,

Arthur had gained a father figure actually worthy of his

affections.

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