A/N: this chapter is pretty nsfw, it's not explicitly described but i also don't skip over anything 😭 so if that's not your vibe, feel free to skip this chapter. i'll put a brief summary at the end for anyone curious about what happens other than the Devil's Dance lmfao.

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MORGANA'S HEAD WAS ON fire, and all he had to deal with it was a warm cup of tea Kit left him before he disappeared again, never to come back. He had no idea where he was, but he could gather from the prince's behavior that they were safe. Well, as safe as they could ever be anymore.

His clothes were fresh, all black like he liked them. At this point, he didn't care who changed him in his sleep, it just felt nice not to have his shirt caked in sweat and gore. But his hair was still matted, dirt tucked into crevices of his skin where he didn't want it to be. Ugh.

He felt weak, still exhausted, but he didn't want to lie around anymore. If Kit wasn't going to come back, and if Giselle wasn't going to fuss over him, he didn't think he had any other option but to get up and look for help. He made Kit a promise, and he intended to keep it. He was too fond of that insufferable idiot now, he couldn't bare not to.

It was times like these where he was glad to have a cane. For awhile, he refused to use it. But back then, he wasn't forcing himself to reach his limit until he had no choice but to accept help when testing his strengths was not an option. He leaned against it as he searched the twisted tunnels until he stumbled across a room where a sweaty Kit was aggressively fighting the air. If he was trying to train, there wasn't much of an opponent other than his own personal demons. At least he was dreadfully handsome while he did it.

"You fighting the dust bunnies over there?" he asked, startling the staff out of Kit's hand. "Sorry."

"No worries," Kit breathed, turning to face Morgana with an awkward smile. "You're up."

"Only because no one was there to coddle me," he said with a playful pout. He held up his pinky finger. "I came to ask for help."

There was a strange look in Kit's eyes, like he was somewhere else entirely, completely lost in his own thoughts. "How can I help you?"

Morgana's stomach grumbled, answering his question for him. "Well clearly, I need to eat. And then I need to bathe. By the looks of it, so do you." The sweat covering his body was only attractive from a distance, when he didn't have to smell the grime that still covered him.

There was a mischievous glint in Kit's eyes as he stepped closer to him, but nothing happened, he only stepped around him and motioned for him to follow.

"Where are we, anyways?" Morgana wondered as he followed the prince through the maze.

"Mab's secret place," he answered, ducking through a corridor and into a small room. "We couldn't stay at the palace anymore. This was a place she'd prepared exactly for this kind of situation." He opened a chest to reveal a pile of old, preserved food, and suddenly Morgana didn't feel hungry anymore. "Here. It's all we've got."

The faery grimaced but accepted the offer regardless. He was too hungry to be picky. "I'm going to throw this up later," he murmured. "I hope you know that."

"It's better than it looks, promise," Kit assured him.

Morgana hesitated, but eventually he took the chance. It wasn't horrible, but he still wrinkled his nose to prove his point. "There, I've eaten. It was disgusting." It wasn't, but he didn't want more, either.

"At least you've got something in you," Kit replied and took his arm. "You up for a wash then?"

They weaved through more twisted hallways and dark, curving tunnels, until they reached the largest space he'd seen thus far. It was a hot spring, and it was shockingly beautiful for a cave, with the gentle music of trickling streams and the echoing of their footsteps.

He stepped closer to the water, ditching his cane against a rock and working at the buttons of his shirt.

"Just let me know if you need anything, I'll be--"

"No." Morgana turned and clutched his wrist, bravely meeting his eyes. He gulped, not quite sure what he was doing, but it felt right so he didn't stop. "Stay. You're not any cleaner than me."

Kit's cheeks turned red, but he nodded in hesitant agreement. The faery turned towards the pool again, letting his shirt fall off of his shoulders, slipping out of his trousers and disappearing into the water. He could feel eyes boring into his skin. When he returned to the surface, he was met with the sight of Kit undressing, and his stomach fluttered. He was never shy before, but suddenly he felt like he had to look away.

He stepped aside, allowing Kit room to join him in the water. He sunk down under the surface completely as Morgana did before, and he already looked cleaner by the time he came back up.

"Need a hand?" asked Kit as he came closer, holding out a bottle of oils he'd probably been carrying the entire time.

Morgana could feel their breaths mingling already, and he could tell where this was going. "Yeah," he breathed.

Kit's hands were careful as they explored Morgana's skin, scrubbing away the grime until he felt clean again. He held him up while he washed his long, tangled hair, and helped him rinse it clean with firm fingers.

"Your turn," Morgana whispered, even though he knew Kit was fully capable of cleaning himself. He only wanted an excuse to touch him.

Kit's skin was rougher than his by far, covered in scars and calluses and thin, golden hair. For all the scars Morgana carried, they were softer, smaller, more precise, except for the ugly patch in the center of his chest that he loathed to think about. Funnily enough, he wasn't the only one carrying this scar around.

"You're beautiful," the prince murmured after a long moment of quiet, taking his face in one hand. With his other, he swiped his thumb over Morgana's brow. "I like how you get when you care about something. You concentrate so hard, I worry you'll get a headache."

It was getting harder to breathe now, in the best way possible. "You think I care?"

Kit could see right through his tough act, and at this point, Morgana couldn't find it in him to mind it. "I think you care more than anyone else, Morgana," he whispered. "You tear yourself apart trying to make things right. There was only one other person in the world that cared about me this much, and she's gone now."

The thought was terrifying, thinking about how much he did care for Kit. He cared for him as much as he cared for Giselle, and it hurt. But the more he thought, the more he understood how much their world was about to change, and he decided that, maybe only for a night, it would be okay to care until his heart bled. It would be okay to think about how much he wished that he and Kit would have a lifetime together, and that if that lifetime would only last a day, he knew exactly how he wanted to spend it.

Kit let out a grunt of surprise when Morgana pulled him in, but he melted into it without hesitation. By now, he knew these lips well, he knew how his tongue moved and the most tender spots on his neck and exactly what to do to make him groan into his mouth. Morgana could breathe better with him, even when he took his breath away.

"What do you want this time?" Kit asked.

Morgana swallowed, and he let his metal fingers twirl around a piece of golden hair. "It's the end of the world, Kristofer," he mused. "I want to feel it all."

And so he would. Kit lifted him up by the backs of his thighs until he was higher than him, wading through the water and pushing Morgana back against the wall of the cave. The prince denied his lips in favor of working at his neck and his too-sharp collarbones. Morgana made a mess of the other's hair and let his eyes roll back, while his other hand roamed his sun kissed skin.

He grazed his shoulder with the pads of his fingers and felt a fresh wound, and he recalled what he'd done in his agony when Titania attacked. "Sorry about this," said Morgana, leaning over to press his mouth to the ugly bite mark.

"If you bit me like that for any other reason, I would've liked it," he told him, and Morgana blushed. "Don't feel bad."

"So is that an invitation?"

Kit laughed, a deep, husky laugh that set Morgana's gut on fire. "What do you think?"

Before he could get another word in, Morgana was cut off by a furious kiss, and he couldn't help but lean into it. Kit was getting handsy now, and it was hard to tell whether he was more nervous or aroused.

"How far?" Kit murmured, working at his pointed ear now.

"I've never gone all the way," said Morgana, cupping Kit's jaw and stroking his stubble. It burned his skin when they kissed, but it was far too attractive for him to hate it. "I want to."

Finally, Kit pulled away, and Morgana took in his face. His gaze was a mix between a pleading puppy and burning desire, and it made his whole body grow weak. He had a lot of weaknesses, but Kit was the first he'd willingly submit to. Just this once.

"Let me do it, then," the prince whispered, pushing a wet strand of hair out of Morgana's face. "Let me show you how it should feel."

For a moment, it hurt. But the water eased them into it, and it was clear Kit knew exactly what he was doing. Once the initial pain was over, it was all pleasure. Their rhythm was steady, and the gentle waves they created in the water splashed up against the stone like a perfect melody. And when Kit said his name, Gods, it was the best part.

Something must've hit him just right then, because with a loud gasp and a moment of earth-shattering rapture, Morgana's hand shot out of the water and clutched the wall beside him. "My stars, Kit."

Every time Kit chuckled in that low voice of his, Morgana shuddered. Maybe this was why Léona managed to put up with him for so long, if he would use his mouth for anything other than talking, the man was irresistible.

"My legs are tired," Morgana said after awhile. There was only so long he could handle keeping one position when he was like this.

Kit nodded and pulled him away from the wall, laying him down on the stone floor and crawling over him. Morgana couldn't stop staring at his eyes, so intense and alluring--it made his breath stop when he looked at him. He was so enchanted, he hardly felt the pain this time.

"Take from me," Kit said. "Only a little, please."

"I have to break through the wall, Kit," Morgana insisted. "If we even want a chance, I have to."

Kit sounded broken. "I know, Morgana." He pressed his forehead to his bony shoulder. "I know. I just... can it wait? Just for a little while? I hate to see you like this."

Perhaps he was right, perhaps he needed to take up his offer, if only to tide him over until he could really do it. In order to reach his limit, he'd have to become completely useless, and they couldn't afford that in a battle. So maybe Kit had a point.

"Fine," he said. "But tell me to stop, because I don't know if I'll want to."

"I will."

It added to the pleasure, taking strength from Kit like this. He could feel his body warming from head to toe, on top of everything the prince was already doing to him. For a moment, he thought he might've died and gone to the heaven Kit's people spoke so highly of. There was never anything that ever made him feel this good before in his life.

But it only got better. Kit brought him to his peak, and Morgana sang his name, and the world spun like a storm before he finally came back down to Earth in a daze, eyes wide and flickering back and forth between Kit's.

"That's enough." The prince was panting, clearly more exhausted than he'd been before, and Morgana stopped touching him for a moment to let the magic fade away.

He felt more alive than he'd ever been, and judging by the smile that lit up Kit's face, he did, too.

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don't let this fool u morgana isn't a bottom

anyways basically morgana gets out of bed and finds kit training, he eats, they have a bath and then Not a Bath, morgana takes some of kit's strength and gets a little high, and then that's it lol