Merlin is an idiot. Morgana is an idiot. I hate people, Arthur thinks miserably as he downs his fifth weirdly colored shot. He's kind of mystified about where all these girly drinks are coming from (Arthur distinctly remembers ordering a scotch) but they're making his limbs feel loose and fluid, and the tension in his shoulders dissipate, so he can't bring himself to care too much.

Arthur is just starting to feel a bit better about Merlin things when someone drops down next to him and starts talking. He turns to tell whoever it is to fuck off because he really does not feel like talking, but then he sees the man's face. Which looks exactly like his own. Apparently Arthur is more drunk than he'd previously thought.

Maybe he's hallucinating (oh wouldn't that be just perfect)? Arthur closes his eyes and slowly counts to ten. When I open my eyes, this dude will be gone and I can finish my fucking drink(s) by my fucking self and then sleep with someone reasonably attractive and forget this day ever happened. He opens his eyes, only to find the man still there. And looking straight at him.

"What?" Arthur says irritably.

"Oh, nothing," the other man, no, boy (upon closer inspection he's younger than Arthur is, late teens probably) says, "It's just...your eyes. They're gorgeous."

Arthur chokes on his drink. Great, he's getting hit on by someone who's probably still in high school. And he thought this day couldn't get any worse.

"Look, are you even old enough to be here?" Arthur asks.

The boy looks mildly offended. "I'm nearly twenty! That's close enough, isn't it?" But then the outrageous pout on his face melts into huge doe eyes and he slithers closer to Arthur's chair. "Hey, you're here alone, I'm here alone, and we're both highly attractive men. What else do you need?"

Before Arthur can ask him if that argument ever works on anyone, the boy man oh this was getting ridiculous man-boy attacks him with his lips. And OK, Arthur really should pull back. Nothing good can come of sleeping with his mysterious, identical twin.

But. He's miserable, and he's lonely, and the mouth against his is soft and pliant. All Arthur wants is to forget (about Merlin, the shoot, everything). And burying the memories of one person in the skin of another seems as good an idea as any. So he lets himself by drowned by the blur of alcohol and the brush of a stranger's fingertips murmuring up his spine.


...WOMAN, WHY DO YOU MAKE ME DO THESE THINGS?

Ben is...like a sluttier, slightly more suave version of Bradley in my mind. HE'S VERY AMUSING, ANYWAY.

Who isn't suave in comparison to Bradley? THAT IS THE REAL QUESTION.

BEN PROBABLY DOESN'T EVEN REALIZE WHY PEOPLE ARE SO APPALLED AT EVERYTHING HE DOES. BEING AN OUTRAGEOUS SLUT IS PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE WHERE HE COMES FROM! BECAUSE HE IS TRULY FROM THE 51st CENTURY. HE'S THE LONG, LOST COUSIN OF JACK HARKNESS!

Ahahaha, the words 'awesome' and 'totally batshit crazy' are interchangeable with me. XD

One day I will write a series where Ben just jumps the lines of fandoms and time and space and gets it on with everyone.

THERE MIGHT BE MORE OF THIS THING. Because I have yet to write the Morning After, and kind of want to.

I AM SO EXCITED FOR MY HOLIDAY CARD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

I DO TOOOO. No one makes icons of Ben the Manwhore! It's upsetting! (I have only, like, 13 uploaded because I had to go to school. D:)

IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE THIS BECAUSE I WAS CHATTING WITH YOU IN THE OTHER WINDOW.

OH YEAH. It shall be an Internet masterpiece. LIKE THE FIC!VERSION OF NANOWRIMO. Or something.

ARTHUR GETS INSANELY MISERABLE OVER THE WHOLE AFFAIR, AND MORGANA FINALLY FORCES HIM TO TALK ABOUT IT. LEADING TO, "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!! BLAH BLAH BLAH. ...AND I THINK I MIGHT HAVE AN STD. D:"

Pfft, I think not! Anything written by YOU shall be cracktastic perfection.

...DO I WANT TO SEE IT? On one hand more Ben the Manwhore, on the other, I don't think I really need to see the SEX FACE ever, ever again.

♥

I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE THERE IS MORE OF THIS THING, BUT THEN AGAIN, I MIGHT END UP WRITING THE MORNING AFTER SCENE, SO WHO KNOWS?

Ahahahaha, I thought about looping Bradley in as well BUT I JUST COULDN'T FIGURE OUT HOW IT WOULD WORK. D: IT WAS TOUGH ENOUGH MAKING ARTHUR SLEEP WITH BEN.

(Apparently I am the disperser of crack ships that leap fandom boundaries in this fandom?)

NOTHING PHASES ME ANYMORE. NOT EVEN TWINCEST. I think this is a side effect of me originally coming from Supernatural and Heroes fandom.

Aha, thank you!

AND YAY FOR RPF/CHARACTER MIXING.