Our Very Own

Chapter Three

Unable to hold back any longer nor caring of the punishment that his god would heave upon him for his actions, Arthur pulled one of his hands free from Lancelot's grip and cupped it against the soft skin of his cheek. "Lancelot... I..." he murmured, his lips aching for another kiss. "I love you. I have loved you from the very moment that I first laid eyes on you." Lancelot said nothing, but smiled knowingly and pressed his mouth to Arthur's once more, this kiss starting out much slower than the previous. His tongue brushed over Arthur's lips and Arthur willingly parted them, moaning as he felt Lancelot's tongue slip into his mouth. "My room." Lancelot said, suddenly pulling away from their kiss. "What?" Arthur asked, still delirious with want. "We cannot do this here. We should go to my room... unless you wish that we return to your room and involve Guinevere." Lancelot said, with a slight smirk as he took Arthur's hand and pulled him to the door. Arthur hesitated for only a moment before he moved forward with Lancelot into the hallway, his body aching with the need he had held in for so long.

The noiseless walk to Lancelot's room went without seeing anyone else in the halls and Arthur had never felt more grateful then when Lancelot closed the door behind them. Within a second he felt Lancelot's lips upon his once more as his hands impatiently attempted to tug off his clothes. Arthur could feel himself growing both aroused and nervous by this act. He had longed for Lancelot's touch for so long and now that he had it he was afraid that he would do something, say something, think something that would cause him to lose his love. "Shhh..." he heard Lancelot whisper, breaking their kiss to silence Arthur's thoughts. " I have loved you for all the years I have known you. There is nothing you could say or do now that could make me love you any less." Arthur sighed contently, but then an evil question formed itself in his mind, one that had been festering since the moment Lancelot had first spoken of the love Arthur bore him. "Lancelot... if you have loved me for all these years... why did you not tell me?"

His question did not look like it shocked Lancelot as he smiled lightly, his eyes looking warmly into Arthur's. "Among other things... I feared how you would react... what you would do. Even though I could see the love in your eyes I knew that the devotion your bore your god was g and and me declaring my love for you might've caused you to draw away from me... to refuse to acknowledge the love that you bore me." Arthur nodded at the answer, but yet another question prickled in his mind. "If this stopped you before then why were you able to tell me now?"

At this question Lancelot's smile softened and he rested his forehead against Arthur's. "Because... the world suddenly seemed an awful place to live without love. And if I were to die tomorrow and had not risked telling you I would have died a fool and a coward a million times over." At that Arthur smiled and lifted his hand to stroke Lancelot's cheek. "And now you know surely that you are neither a fool nor a coward... and you shall never be thought to be ether." he murmured the words, leaning forward so that his lips lingered just over Lancelot’s.

“What shall I be thought of as then?” Lancelot asked, his words coming in barely more than a whisper. Arthur mouth spread in a light grin and he bestowed a kiss on Lancelot’s mouth, his hands now beginning to impatiently tug on his lover’s garments. “You shall be thought of,” he panted, feeling frustration well up in him as Lancelot’s clothes refused to be easily removed “as my greatest love.” At those words Lancelot smiled and pulled away from Arthur slightly, taking a few steps backwards. His actions were greeted with a groan from Arthur, but one that faded quickly when he saw Lancelot begin to undress himself, pulling the armor and garments, that had refused to budge at Arthur’s urgent tugging, easily from himself. As he quietly undressed, more and more of Lancelot’s pale skin began to show and Arthur felt somewhat dumbstruck staring at the flesh that he had dreamed of touching for all those years. It wasn’t until he felt Lancelot’s lips against his own that he snapped out of his stupor, realizing that while Lancelot stood naked before him, Arthur himself was still fully dressed.

(Author's Note: Firstly: *gives Angel a hug for giving giving me my very first (and so far only) review/comment* Secondly: Ok, I've got a little bit of slashy type undressing goodness here. Hopefully people are liking this so far. Thirdly: Please give me feedback/reviews/comments. Otherwise... no more slashy Arthur/Lancelot goodness... ok, that's a lie because I can't stop myself from writing slash, but please give me feedback goodness.)