Wesley's green magic swirled around Arthur's bedroom, fierce as the blizzards outside. Arthur was laying on his bed in astonishment as he felt the cells in his arm slowly regenerate. When the spell was finished Wesley inhaled a deep breath and then collapsed on the floor with exhaustion.

"Wesley! Are you alright?" Cried Arthur as he picked him up off the floor and brought him onto the bed. And as he used both arms, he realized the spell had worked! His right arm was back!

"Yeah... I'm alright. Just a little worn out from the spel-" Wesley began, but was cut off by the king.

"Oh! Thank you, Wesley!" Cheered Arthur as he leapt off the bed and jumped up and down in excitement. Wesley smiled at the king. Who knew making someone happy felt so good?

"How can I ever thank you?" Asked Arthur as he waved his new arm around.

"Just don't lose it again." Wesley panted as he rested on the bed.

"Sure but... I think there's another way." Arthur trilled, smiling at Wesley and wiggling his eyebrows slightly. Wesley didn't see it though, his face was now buried in a pillow.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked through a pillow-muffled

Arthur flipped the sleeping mage over onto his back and pinned him down like he had the first azeel. And before Wesley knew what was happening, Arthur's soft lips crashed into his. Wesley's eyes, which had been sealed shut by near-sleep, flew open. He didn't question it, but instead wrapped his arms around Arthur's back and embraced Arthur's warm embrace. The feeling of Arthur's warm skin was a welcome refresher from the feeling of old parchment scrolls and leather books- a sweet anodyne for the loneliness he endured his entire life as a overly-dedicated mage. And this seemed like the perfect time for Wesley to tell Arthur how he felt.

"I love you." Arthur beat him to it. The words were on Wesley's tongue (and so was Arthur's tongue) but Arthur said it first.

"I love you too!" Whispered Wesley. His eyes were waiting with joy. Wesley ran his hands on Arthur's muscular chest, and Arthur was busy taking Wesley's own shirt off.

Wesley twirled Arthur's orange hair, and Arthur was caressing Wesley's smooth, pale face. For both of them, this was a dream come true.

And then the door opened. On the other side of the door's threshold, stood Merlin.

"AHHHHH!!" The three people shrieked. Wesley and Arthur dove behind the bed. Both of them hoping beyond hope that Merlin didn't just see who they were doing.

'Oh god.' Thought Wesley. 'Merlin loves Arthur like a son! If she saw my face and knows I was about to have sex with him...' His train of thought crashed into a fiery explosion and all the passengers committed suicide to avoid a horrible, painful death. He didn't want to think of what she would do.

'This is bad!' Arthur thought. 'If Merlin caught me making love to her apprentice there's no telling what she'd do to me!'