Seducing a Supposedly Straight Magician Is Easier Than You Think

Hesekiel raised an eyebrow at that.

"And I don't fit into any of those categories?" He asked, unable to hide his shit eating grin anymore.

"W-why would you?!" he snapped, horrified at the blush he saw overtaking his face in the mirror.

He had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed flustering Merlin but boy did he enjoy it. He could take this so much farther, but he shouldn't, and he had pushed some boundaries as it was today, but he didn't mind the thought of what he could do.

"Well, your face is pretty red, for one; like a schoolgirl with a crush," He said, still smiling like the complete asshole he was.

"Surprised you'd know what that looks like, seeing as no one's ever had a crush on you." He sighed as his hair fell yet again into unruly waves, entire sections of it sticking into odd angles. It was as though the universe had one message for him lately: resistance is futile.

He turned to face Hesekiel, not meeting his eyes.

"I want to be alone for a little while, okay? Just go."

Hesekiel relented, finally, and shrugged.

"Have it your way, princess."

He pushed past Merlin on his way out of the bathroom, not bothering you close the door as he left. He flopped onto the bed, sighing loudly. Merlin was too much for one man to handle, but especially when he was like this. Hesekiel closed his eyes and the soft hum of bad pipes from another room lulled him into a light sleep as he waited for Merlin to be done.

When Merlin finally calmed himself and left the bathroom, he found himself fairly exhausted. Spying no place to rest besides the bed, he made a quick, if somewhat regrettable decision and snuggled up next to Hesekiel, still wearing nothing more than a towel. His eyelids began to droop, and soon he was fast asleep.

A loud pounding noise woke Hesekiel up from his surprisingly pleasant nap. He realized in a few seconds that it was because they were definitely getting kicked out of their room, but not before he realized that Merlin was practically clinging to him, and that they were both barely wearing their respective towels anymore. He couldn't contain his rather smug grin even as he hurriedly tried to find his pants before they actually got thrown out.

Merlin continued to sleep even through the commotion, as was usual for him.

For a split second, Hesekiel debated on leaving Merlin to find his own way home. It would certainly be easier, since his new plan of action was to call Stephan and lord knew how much she despised Merlin. Still, he would feel pretty awful if he abandoned Merlin yet again, so he gently shook him until he inevitably woke up.

"Get dressed, we're getting kicked out," he said, stifling a yawn of his own. He could have stood to take a longer nap.

Merlin waved a hand dismissively, rolling over and pulling his towel up.

"...Sleepin'," he murmured.