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Talking about any kind of business seemed like a bad idea. Merlin could feel his patience fraying by the second when it came to the business of his own work and the business of his world. Everyone else in Chaos wanted power, everyone. Merlin and the second in the line of succession, his brother Despil, were practically allergic to it. How he ended up ruling, that was a long and very annoying story that had to do with distraction and a lot of scheming.

He just wanted to tilt his head to Dean's hand that was running through his hair and talk about music or art or anything else but business and politics. Usually he would have been glad to listen to Dean for hours to talk about his work. It wasn't especially interesting, he had to admit, but he liked to watch how the other mage lit up like a Christmas tree when he talked about his club.

Not today though.

"Can we stay in?" he asked, walking down his hand over Dean's chest and to his hip, curling in the folds of his shirt. He didn't feel like going out where other people roamed. "There's bound to be some movie in the telly. We could make some food or order in."

Dean's smile turned flirty and his eyes lit up with interest. Staying in sounded like a great idea to him especially with Merle's hands all over him. "Sure. If you let me at your kitchen I can definitely make something. I like to cook."

Though Dean had his hand still in Merle's hair and was drawing him in closer. It didn't seem like he had any intention of getting up and looking at his kitchen or what was in it to cook with. He wasn't really hungry right now anyway. There were other things much more interesting to do.

"Any objections?" He asked, brushing his lips lightly against Merle's in a ghost of a kiss. He still liked to test the waters, see if he was okay with all of Dean's eager affection. He had overwhelmed a few people in the past who weren't quite as openly and freely affectionate as him.

Good thing someone liked to cook. Merlin was horrendous at that. Something about patience and something about his eager attempts to try always something new. The results were least to say surprising.

The cooking wasn't what he had in mind though, when he answered: "No, no objections at all," with a small curve deepening over his lips. Dean would have to try hard to exhaust Merlin with this sort of action. While he had liked to move slow with more amorous gestures earlier, he felt like that had been seen and done with.

Still, he took his time to curl that hand a bit firmer against Dean's hip and his other reached up to cup the man's neck. The kiss he pressed on those lips was open mouthed and unhurried, teeth lightly finding purchase on Dean's bottom lip in order to coax him open up.

He caught his breath for a moment before he returned his kiss, opening his mouth easily to run his tongue along Merle's lips. It was nice to take things slow, just keep kissing over and over again with no more expectation than that.

Dean tightened his fingers in his hair and slowly leaned back until he was lying against the armrest of the couch with Merle sprawled on top of him. He was quite happy to make out for a little while before they seriously thought about dinner.

He remembered the book being weakly kinky, trying to be sexy and missing the mark by like six miles. He still felt a nice, happy warmth flowing through his blood, a low little thrum of excitement. That was nice and easy which seemed to be the way things went around Merle.

Merlin would have been glad to know that was how Dean felt around him. They had that mutual between them. Dean made him smile more in a day than most people managed in a year. Merlin could be horribly difficult person when he decided to do his own thing. He was stubborn and unconventionally intelligent, sharp around his edges when things didn't go his way. But most of those things would surface only if someone would put demands he didn't agree with on him.

But he was in full agreement with Dean's actions at that moment, fully happy to let himself be drawn on top of Dean. His hand dipped the cushions beside Dean's hip but not for very long as Merlin pressed them both down to the couch while they kissed, letting his weigh settle on top of Dean.

Licking into his mouth was perhaps a bit more than what a sweet making out session required. The hand that slipped Dean's shirt out of his trousers so Merlin could slide his hand onto warm skin at his side, definitely not innocent. But it would be all he did if Dean would seem overwhelmed by the touches.

Dean giggled under his breath when Merle's hand slipped under his shirt and he wiggled slightly away from it. Alright, he was ticklish. He hoped the way he tangled his tongue with his and wrapped a leg around his calf would keep him distracted. No need to advertise what had just happened and encourage a discovery.

Life had gotten a lot better with Merle in it. Dean got to see more of the world. He learned about magic that he had never heard of, never thought existed, and it was fascinating. He also had a cute, intelligent, somewhat complicated man to talk to and flirt with. That was the best benefit of all.

Nothing was overwhelming. Dean was happy to indulge, be greedy and make out with Merle while they stayed in for the night. He ran a night club. He didn't need to go out and party.

Well, the thing is that Merlin tends to be very observant of these things. There's a hint of a gleeful realization in those pale eyes as Dean wheezes away from under his hand. Merlin has brothers. He's had enough nookies, Indian burns and tickle wars to last him several life times. Dean is in trouble.

There's going to be a pair of hands pushing under the hem of that shirt, very slyly settling themselves on Dean's hips while Merlin kisses him, slow and sure, aiming to steal his breath away.

And when he least expects it, those fingers will start dancing against his sides, moving up with swiftness of a ninja. Horrible, really. If Dean will squirm upward, Merlin will help him, make sure Dean is dangling over the handrest of the sofa before he nips at his stomach through the fabric of his shirt, laughing a little breathlessly all the while.

It was really not fair that Merle lured him into such a comfortable state and then pounced. Dean was utterly helpless and not expecting to be tickled. He thought he'd gotten away with it and then he was being tickled within an inch of his life.

"Ah, no, no, no!" Dean scrambled back from him, shoving at his hands. "Stop, stop! Not fair!"

He was about to worm his way right over the armrest and away when Merle stopped and kissed his stomach, laughing at him the whole time. Dean rolled his eyes but he was smiling indulgently at him. "You are completely the worst and horrible and so mean to me."

But he didn't actually sound too upset.

Merlin had his head already buried under Dean's shirt and he was doing his best to alternate between kisses and teasing bites and blowing hot tickling air on Dean's skin in as unpredictable intervals as possible.

If it was possible, the fact that Dean would giggle and squirm like a little girl when tickled, made him all the more endearing to Merlin. Just ridiculously adorable.

Finally he popped his head up and leaned over Dean, looming over him with a small smile. "Oh man, I know," he murmured while lowering himself carefully to kiss Dean's neck. "Maybe there's something fundamentally wrong with me." Another kiss. "Because I don't feel ashamed at all." More kisses. "In my pitch black soul."

"And I bet you're not ticklish at all, aren't you?" Dean wrapped his arms around his shoulders and tangled his fingers in his hair. It would hopefully keep him kissing and not tickling. They did not need more tickling tonight.

It wasn't the most comfortable position, half hanging off the armrest of the couch. He wiggled his way down which pushed his shirt up all the more but he was more comfortable. Making out was so much better when he was comfortable though it might be nice to have him kissing his stomach again when it wasn't for tickling purposes.

He really enjoyed the strands going through his fingers and his lips against Merle's. Maybe tonight he'd stay, spend a night in Merle's bed with him there this time. No drunk magic just the two of them.

No more tickling. Merlin was much more interested in covering Dean's throat and jaw with open mouthed kisses and then slowly exploring his mouth with lips and tongue to really think about tickling. He merely shook his head and made some vague noises that were supposed to communicate the fact that he never tickled. At all.

He did, though, but it took a persistent jackass (like one of his brothers) to make him admit that.

It didn't seem like Dean was going for that route. Instead he was making Merlin shiver with those fingers in his hair.

Merlin made happily room for him when he wiggled down, letting their bodies slot against one another once more. He had managed to slide a thigh between Dean's at some point during the tickle war and held on that position now that he let his weight settle upon him once again.

Merlin was trying not to think about it, but if Dean would end up spending the night, he surely hoped it would be in his bed, with him this time.

As a person who suffered from being tickled he did not inflict the torture on others. He was noble like that. Dean was much more interested in making out.

They were going to forget about dinner at this rate. Dean lightly ran his nails over his scalp, then pulled on his hair to see how Merle would react. Sometimes it could be awkward in a new relationship figuring out what the other person liked but Dean liked it. There could be a lot of fun in discovering what a lover liked and enjoyed.

He kissed him slow and steady, licking into his mouth then pulling back to catch his breath. He lost all sense of time and simply enjoyed being under his weight and kissed over and over and over again.

With a small haa under his breath, Merlin let Dean pull his head back. Not that the strength was enough to dislocate him but there was something to be said about being responsive. Besides, he liked the way it felt. (Liked it a lot if the darkening of his eyes was any indication.) He let his gaze rest on Dean for a moment, a hint of a grin spreading over his lips as he worried the bottom one between his teeth.

"So, hypothetically speaking, how hungry are you?" he asked as he shifted, now exploring the possibilities that Dean's up-rolled shirt presented, smearing that grin on those abs in heated open mouthed kisses.

If Dean was eager to get food sooner rather than later, Merlin would rather know about it before giving himself a permission to see how far this would go. Dean felt so good against him - lean and warm, hard muscle under smooth skin - the intensity of his regret would just multiply as time went on if they'd go on like this and he'd have to stop later to scavenge food from his kitchen.

The kisses were a little less ticklish than his fingers but Dean still squirmed underneath him. There were other reasons for the squirming. He could just imagined those lips going lower and lower. Yeah, he had forgotten that there was talking of dinner before they started this. Dean licked his lips.

"Dinner could wait," he said, reaching down to run his hands over Merle's shoulders and arms. "We might need to work up an appetite first. You know, get some exercise."

They should probably talk about how far they wanted to go. This was the first time they had really gotten physical with each other. Dean was happy to go straight to bed and screw around for the next hour or so. He could cook after when they were satisfied. Maybe they'd cap it off with some dessert too. He was absolutely thinking about fooling around again after dinner.

Earth to Dean. Still going strong with the first fooling around. Merlin's teeth are here to remind him, toying with the button on Dean's jeans, picking it between his teeth and pulling while he listens to Dean talk.

"Mmn."

It's not really an answer, but Merlin's mouth is busy pressing gently against the fly of Dean's jeans, so he's unable to give much more. At least not until he suddenly pulls back completely and stands up, offering his hand down to Dean.

"C'mon," he says and hopefully upon Dean taking his hands, he'll pull the other mage up from the sofa and then towards his bedroom.

It was a little shocking when Merle pulled away. His teeth working his fly had his whole attention and then he was gone. Dean whined just a little until he focused on what Merle was offering him.

"Yeah, okay, great idea." He grabbed Merle's hands, pulled himself up, and followed after him. He remembered the route to his bedroom very well. As eager as he was Dean pressed close to him which made it a little tricky to walk but he wanted his hands on Merle.

Close to the bedroom door he pushed Merle up against the wall and kissed him hungrily. All this polite chasteness was great, it was, but Dean was turned on. He shoved his hands under Merle's shirt and pushed it up until it was off. Now he could run his hands over bare chest and lips too.

Sofa wasn't exactly the best for what Merlin had in his mind. Relocating would take only a few seconds. In the future when they knew each other a little better, Merlin would just pick up Dean and carry him. He couldn't quite lift up cars like his daddy, but he could pick up one skinny magician easy enough. He didn't want to alarm Dean, though. And definitely didn't want to spend any time discussing his unusual strength.

They didn't quite make it to the bedroom, though. A wall behind his back and an eager magician pressing him against it didn't make shirt removal easy but Merlin managed somehow, pulling the offending garment over his head and punching it in his hands as he brought them back to the small of Dean's back. It still lingered between them as Merlin reached down to grab Dean's ass with both hands, pulling him flush against himself.

The kiss turned a little breathless with nothing between them but layers of denim, shifting between heated flesh. Merlin rocked his hips against Dean's, while holding him still, groin against groin, a groan rising out of Merlin's throat.

Oh, fuck it. In a rush, Merlin picked Dean up from the ground, helping him wrap those thighs around his hips before he hurried them through the doorway and into the bedroom, onto the bed, a knee dipping the mattress before Merlin pressed Dean onto it, rocking against him again. His hair was sweeping down from behind his ear and tickling Dean's cheek while Merlin tilted his head to the kiss, deepening it while his hands were busy yanking up Dean's shirt.

"Holy shit!" Dean was surprised but pleasantly so. He didn't expect Merle to be so strong. He was taller than Dean but he wasn't that much bulkier. Merle just didn't seem like the kind of guy who could pick him up. Apparently he was wrong and totally happy about that. It was really hot. Really hot that Merle could do this. Dean could imagine a million uses for that sort of strength. "You're just full of surprises."

Dean ran his hands down Merle's arms holding him up with obvious appreciation in his eyes. Then they're on the bed and Merle was over him, weighing him down and it was even better. It took him only a moment to match his rocking, hips rolling in rhythm with his so there wasn't a second they were apart. Until Merle started to pull at his clothes.

"I've got it, I've got it," he said with a laugh, happy there was so much desire between them. Sometimes Dean could feel like he wanted more than his partner. Now he felt like they were equal, that they were both invested. He sat up just enough to pull his shirt over his head.

Dean was heavily tattooed. His left arm was a full sleeve of artwork, his chest and shoulders marked, and a large tiger on his right forearm. Anyone with a magical gift would feel the magic in some of the tattoos. He'd explain them all later for Merle's curiosity. He tossed the shirt on the floor then wrapped his arms around Merle again and kissed him deeply.

The tattoos drew Merlin's gaze immediately and he was already tracing them with his fingers when Dean was pulling off his shirt. "I'm not the only one with surprises," he said with a grin and mouthed his way up along that arm that was patterned with magic. He would have to take his time studying the tattoos, later.

Now he was otherwise occupied by that smart mouth and the kiss that was taking his breath away.

Dean didn't have to worry about interest, Merlin had it. He didn't often bed men to be honest. But he had never seen a reason to limit himself to just one sex. And if the attraction was there, it was pointless to resist.

The attraction definitely was there right now. His body felt heavy and hot, his breath heated as he broke the kiss and shifted downward along Dean's body, defining muscles with his lips, occasionally crazing a bit of flesh with his teeth. Merlin slipped a hand between them and popped open the fly on Dean's jeans, palming him for a brief moment through the soft cotton of his underwear.

But then he sat up between Dean's thighs, pushed his hair behind his ears and after hooked his fingers under denim and cotton, pulling them down while eyeing Dean with a distracted little grin spreading over his mouth.

"Uh... How is that fair at all? You look like a wet dream of mine." True enough. Merlin had been imagining how this would play out, how it would feel to finally have Dean in his bed.

He laughed a little. His tattoos were not a big secret. They peeked out from his sleeves and shirt colors all the time. There was no way Merle missed seeing them before now. Still, he preened to show them off, always enjoying that sort of attention.

As best he could while lying down Dean helped with getting his pants off and then he lay there naked and shameless about it. He knew he looked good and stretched on the bed to show himself off as best he knew how. He kept fit with yoga and wandering New York. Merle could look all he wanted.

"Wow, already dreaming about me huh?" Dean grinned and crooked a finger at him. "Come here and find out how real I am. This isn't a dream."

It was really nice to be admired and looked at with such blatant lust but Dean wanted more action. He wanted physical affection, physical lust. He wanted Merle's skin against his, warmth to warmth, and feeling each other as much as possible for as long as possible. Having him looking wasn't going to satisfy that.

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