Merlin has two pretty toys to play with.

Really, if Merlin had known that helping out the barmaid who'd shyly tugged at his sleeve that evening would lead to being tied to an alter in only a few gauzy bits of cloth waiting to be sacrificed to the "Great Spider-God Yezud, fo'ever praised be She of the eight-thousand eyes," he certainly would never have agreed to meet her in the nearby cave, no matter how low her blouse had slipped.

Merlin knows that getting off fastest when he's got some BDSM porno playing loud on the computer doesn't mean he'd really like to be that bloke, gagged and bent over and bound. Right?