Gaius felt like he was about to become West's personal doctor.

Lifting the bright red shirt, there were three not shallow wounds on the hermit's body, as if they had been scratched by sharp claws or something, and blood kept oozing outward, and the faint smell of blood that filled the entire living room was obviously from this. The flesh of the turned out skin is hideously entrenched on the white back, and the old scars that have never faded are superimposed, which does look a little scary.

But, for West, it's all worth it.

Magneto's departure from England gave Elizhe a respite, and the first thing he did was to take revenge on the hermit for his previous pursuit. And the fact that he and Merlin were known to almost everyone in Oxford, and that they would hunt mages as one of the targets, and that the insidiousness of that madman was not a surprising thing.

However, he was frantically trying to drag West into hell again, repeating the tragedy of Adelaide as he had done back then, but someone else thwarted all his plans in an even more frantic manner. With just one person, not only did he stop all the reformers sent to Oxford, but with the help of Professor X, he in turn dealt a heavy blow to Elijah's power in Britain...... Those three scratches were the last struggles that the Black Knight himself gave him before he died.

- When a person truly loves something in his heart without reservation, he has the most vulnerable weakness in life, and he also has the most powerful armor in the world.

looked at his son who always thought he was unsuccessful, in order to protect an ordinary human god, he blocked and killed the god, and the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, and he looked like he didn't want to die. Magneto, who was watching the whole time, sighed helplessly, and remembered the drunken phone call confession of the young man not long ago, and finally couldn't raise any thoughts against their relationship.

After all, after so many years of silence and loneliness alone, Eric is actually relieved that he can find the destination he wants.

After this battle, he originally wanted to try to provoke West from Merlin, but the young man directly chopped off his fingers, so Yi Laizhe temporarily quieted down and hid behind Hydra to control the overall situation. And the hermit-sama who has been running around for a long time can finally relax a little, and no longer have to worry about Merlin's safety all the time. Finally returned triumphantly.

It's just that some people may not buy it.

After a brief scrub of the bathroom at Merlin's house, covered in blood and dust, West walked out the door naked. Because the wound area was large, it was impossible to wrap it all with gauze, so Gaius only treated it slightly in the most serious place, thinking that with the hermit's strong self-healing ability, this small injury would not bother him.

I kept leaning against the wall outside the lavatory and holding my arms in waiting. Hearing the movement, Merlin slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on the well-proportioned texture of the young man's lines, his eyes lit up, and he didn't know what he was thinking. West, however, felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He began to instinctively want to run.

"I actually think we should talk." A little unbearable for the mage's straight eyes, the hermit resisted the urge to cover his face with a towel:

"But it's late today, obviously not a good time, or we'll ...... tomorrow"

"Come here."

A single mouth blocked all of West's retreat, and Merlin reached out and pushed open the door of his room: "Let's talk now." ”

...... "Okay."

With a shudder, he put on the shirt handed by the mage, and obediently followed behind his obviously angry boyfriend.

Merlin's room was still the same, not neat, but it was also very messy and cute. Remembering that this man didn't like to tidy up his things much when he was in Camelot, West curled the corners of his mouth slightly, but then realized what was going on, and his expression fell again.

"Merlin ......"

Although the cause and effect had been explained to him in the living room, some people obviously didn't buy it. The hermit, who had always been fearless, could only take the lead in bowing his head, looking at the archmage sitting straight on the long collapse, and for the first time felt what it meant to be like a mang on his back.

"Are you mad at me?"

As soon as he said that, he wanted to slap himself, and West almost suspected that he had been hit in the head by the Black Knight. Think about it from another perspective, if Merlin had done something dangerous and kept him hidden, it is estimated that he would have made a big fuss a long time ago. I still ask if I am angry, is this not sure to add fuel to the fire and kill myself?!

"What do you think?"

Sure enough, Merlin's expression suddenly became even more gloomy. Standing up, he shook his hands in extreme anger, as if he wanted to punch the young man's delicate face.

In fact, he didn't hesitate to do so.

This is red. Naked domestic violence!!

Covering the numb half of his face and staggering a step, West had words of suffering, but he would never dare to fight back. And before he could stand firm, the mage dragged him over with red eyes, and the force was so great that the boy crashed directly into his arms, entangled with each other and fell on the big bed behind him.

"Do you think I'll be grateful to you for doing all this?"

A roll held West firmly under him, Merlin lowered his head slightly, staring at those eyes as blue as the sea, almost wanting to bite his throat like this, tear him apart completely, completely melt into every inch of his own blood and bones.

Deeply sunk in the soft goose feather quilt, the smell of grass on the tip of his nose that belongs to Merlin envelops him. West looked at the archmage who was almost hysterical on his body, and moved his hands restlessly, but in the next second, he was clenched by his wrist and pressed on the top of his head, unable to move.

"You might as well just kill me."

The corners of his eyes were frighteningly red, but his voice was always flat, like the last trace of silence before the storm. Merlin came closer, so close that even their breaths were tangled together, and their hearts beat like drums.

He didn't want to do this to this teenager. Even if he was mad and wanted to break his legs so that he could never leave him again, Merlin was unwilling to expose his most stubborn side to him. However, when he saw the scars on his body and heard the great risks he had taken for him, the archmage felt the strings of reason break, just as he had done so many years ago when he finally regained his memory and realized what was missing from his life, the heavens and the earth were torn apart, and the magic that turned everything into ashes struck his chest, trying to break through the cage that bound them every minute and every second.

He couldn't calm down, and now he doesn't want to calm down either.

Naturally, you can feel the hysteria behind the mage's calm. West was silent for a moment, looking at the man's pale eyes as clear as the sky after the rain, and finally had to compromise.

"I'm sorry." His voice was hoarse than he had imagined, and the heat coming from Merlin amplified all his senses all the time. The boy tilted his head almost in embarrassment, his cheeks still burning from the beating, and his eyes gradually began to glow: "But you can't imagine what you mean to me, Merlin. I can endure death, I can endure everything, but I can never lose you again......"

A low tail note was scattered in the silence of the room. At this point, both West and Merlin suddenly looked in a trance for a moment.

- Too familiar.

These words, these scenes, they are all too familiar with each other.

A long, long time ago, in the isolated forest of Avalon, the two of them, who had just escaped from the witch's trap, fell on the grass and confirmed each other's hearts for the first time.

What the hell is this?

The brows were tightly entangled. Remembering what Charles said, Merlin seemed to have been the way he is from decades ago, and West only felt that there was a terrible speculation in his heart that was about to come out, hovering on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't have the courage to say it.

Merlin was still staring at him intently, staring at every change of emotion in those blue eyes, and a tiny light flashed in his pupils.

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed the boy on the lips.

There is no ambiguity, and there is no reluctant entanglement. As if it was just a kiss on a handful of floating water, and when he touched it lightly, he slowly straightened up and was silent. Even holding West's hand loosened.

Just like I did in the ukiyo-e forest a thousand years ago.

What he was testing and confirming, the boy knew too well.

Feeling a string in his head suddenly break, West sat up suddenly, grabbed Merlin by the collar, and pulled hard in his direction. A hand clasped behind his head, his lips slammed together, the tip of his tongue pried open his lips and teeth and plundered, patrolling every inch of territory he could reach, fierce, leaving no room for anything, and even quickly tasting the taste of blood, but still not letting go.

Dizzy from West's tough kiss that could not be refused, Merlin was stunned, immediately grabbed his shoulder, and returned the salute without showing weakness. Sharp teeth cut through the soft inner walls, wisps of bright red slid down the corners of the mouth. As then, they were like two beasts, evenly matched, first the mage pushed to the desk by the hermit, and then the hermit pressed against the wall. They vented to each other, as if they were going to completely devour each other, and no one wanted to stop first.

"You remember me."

In between deep kisses, Merlin strangled West's waist and gasped as he squeezed the words out between his teeth. He should have realized why West called himself a mutant where they met, and he didn't discover the existence of this race until a thousand years later; Why is it that a person who is so defensive can trust him at the first meeting, and even take the initiative to say 'together'...... It turned out that they had never forgotten that this encounter after thousands of years was not an encounter at all, but a reunion.

"Don't you remember me, too."

It was curious to know how Merlin had broken through his mental suggestion, but now was not the time to speak. West was pressed against the wall, kissing each other upside down, but still trying to turn against him, bowing his head and kissing Merlin's neck, like a cat, tickling the mage's heart.

It's just playing with fire.

His eyes were as dark as night outside the window, and his originally pale gray eyes quietly ignited a flame that was enough to burn out his sanity, and Merlin gasped heavily. At this point, it is definitely impossible to just forget it, he simply hugged the young man's waist, a touch of gold flashed in his pupils, and in the next second, West suddenly found that he had been firmly pressed on the bed.

It felt so good that even if it was too hot, it couldn't separate the two from each other. Especially West, his time has stopped forever at the age of seventeen, and he has the character of an adult man, but also retains the cleanliness and slenderness of a teenager, which simply makes Merlin know the taste of the marrow and refuse to let go. Even the mage's lack of hand-to-hand combat was overcome, and he was powerless to provoke West.

"You...... You're actually ...... Use magic for this kind of thing......"

Merlin's bed was incredibly soft, trapping him firmly beneath the mage, but more often than not, it was some kind of restraint from an outside force. West's eyes widened in disbelief, wanting to settle accounts with Merlin, but his expression turned from shock to □□ in the next second.

"Innate advantage, didn't you just want to use your superpowers to overturn me?"

Would love to let him know that he is stronger than him in this situation. Merlin replied slowly, restraining the boy's hand from pushing him, interlacing his fingers against the top of his head.

"Don't be afraid, Serena Williams...... All you need to do is call me by my name. ”

He had enough patience to listen, and enough patience for West to melt in his tenderness.

From now on, forever and ever, it can only belong to him alone

The night is still long.