Merlin and Arthur were returning to Camelot after a fairly successful hunting trip, when suddenly Arthur felt himself being flipped upside down and pulled into the air by his ankle. He glanced around frantically and saw several men emerging from the bushes surrounding the path.
"Well, what have we here? The mighty King Arthur?" said a man, whom Arthur presumed was the leader. "I think you'll fetch a nice ransom, Your Higness," he said with a leer.
"I don't think so," came Merlin's voice.
Merlin heard Arthur sigh, but he remained determined. He was, quite frankly, sick and tired of Arthur thinking he was useless, and these people needed to be taught a lesson.
"What don't you think, boy?" said the leader.
"I think you'll have to get through me before you lay a hand on Arthur, let alone ransom him," replied Merlin.
"And how on earth do you plan on defending him? You don't even have a sword," said the leader with a sneer.
"I don't *need* one," said Merlin, as his eyes flashed gold and the leader was thrown through the air.
The rest of the men and Arthur looked at Merlin, varying levels of fear on their faces. "Run," said Merlin. When the men didn't start moving, Merlin yelled, "NOW!", and the men took off.
When the men had vanished from sight, Merlin turned to look at Arthur. Arthur was shocked to see that Merlin's expression was slightly scared, but then he realized that Merlin was scared of his reaction. Arthur himself was filled with anger and fear and some arousal.
"Merlin, would you mind getting me down?" said Arthur.
Merlin walked over to Arthur and picked up Arthur's sword from where it lay on the ground. His eyes flashed gold, and the sword floated through the air and started cutting the rope that held Arthur. In a few seconds, Arthur fell straight into Merlin's arms, who maneuvered him onto the ground. The sword moved through the air to Arthur's hand.
Arthur grasped the sword and moved it so it just touched the side of Merlin's neck. "I should probably kill you," said Arthur. "But I won't," he said as he lowered the sword.
"I will, however, do this," he added, and pulled Merlin into a fierce kiss.
Merlin gasped against Arthur's lips, and Arthur took the opportunity to delve his tongue into Merlin's mouth. Merlin tasted like sweetness and something else that was just *Merlin*, and Arthur moaned at the taste.
They broke away after a few seconds, panting for breath, and Arthur looked at Merlin, whose face contained a mixture of shock and confusion and a small amount of joy.
"Sire?" asked Merlin. "Wh-why did you do that?"
"Because you deserved it," replied Arthur. "You saved my life."
"I always do," said Merlin, leaning back in for another kiss.
They stood like that for a while, kissing each other, but eventually, Merlin's stomach growled. Merlin looked embarrassed, but Arthur chuckled, and said, "We should probably head back to Camelot."
"Yeah," said Merlin.
Should I continue this with some porn?