I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU

He sighed.

"You're not good at this, at all--doesn't your body ache? Don't you physically desire it?"

He nodded.

"But it's mainly because I love you."

His face turned red.

"...You're this gay? Ha, expectable--are we going to fuck or not, princess?"

He frowned slightly.

"You were a lot more affectionate last night." He pointed out, looking disappointed.

Ignoring the part about "last night" and the heavy feeling growing in his stomach, Merlin snorted.

"I'll leave cuddling until after sex--unless you don't want anything."

"I'd rather have cuddling, since we did so much last night." He reiterated.

"...Stop stalling and spread your legs," he spat, growing both irritated and unsettled.

Hesekiel shook his head.

"No. I want cuddling." He pouted.

Merlin groaned, rolling off of him and curling up.

"Useless dream," he grumbled, already suspecting that it wasn't.

Pointedly, Hesekiel pinched him.

"It's not a dream."

Merlin swatted his hand away, wincing.

"Of course it is! Otherwise I wouldn't be craving sex with you."

"...You have erotic dreams about me?" Hesekiel smiled, looking pleased with himself.

"'Erotic' isn't the word I would use!" he hissed defensively. "...But yes, I suppose--this is one of them."

Hesekiel cocked his head to the side.

"Is this some sort of form of denial?"

He closed his eyes defiantly.

"I didn't have this dream to argue with you--hell, I didn't even get sex, so I'm just going to fall asleep so you'll go away."

Deciding he might as well take advantage of it, Hesekiel snuggled up to Merlin.

"Goodnight then, master."

Merlin grumbled something before eventually falling asleep.

He woke up five minutes later, however; rolling over, he groaned.

"Haha, I was so drunk last night..." he told hiself when he found Hesekiel on top of him.

He decided to play along this time, though he wished he had caught on sooner last time.

"Y-yes, me as well..." He mumbled, faking a headache. Actually, he had drank substantially less than he ever did when he drank.

He patted Hesekiel on the shoulder.

"At least we didn't do anything...right?"

Hesekiel frowned deeply, hiding his face behind his messy morning hair. With two options open to him, he took the second.

He grinned at Merlin, snuggling up to him.

"You were great last night, don't kid yourself, master."

He blushed, struggling.

"...W-what."

He grinned wider, watching his face carefully. He held him tighter, groping Merlin's vital region.

"You said so many sweet things to me. I never knew you felt so strongly for me, master." He purred, having a bit too much fun with it.

He twisted, trying to hove Hesekiel away.

"N-no...I was drunk!" he insisted, though he remembered everything. "I thought you were someone else!"

"Oh, no, you moaned my name so many times." He insisted, groping Merlin more, running his hands all over him.

Much to his horror, Merlin let out an aroused gasp.

"I...I was so drunk...that was the only reason I fucked you..."