"Again." Eragon grunted softly, leaning his head to suck briefly on one of the young man's nipples. Erron jolted, making quite an arousing sound and in said motion pressed their members together. Eragon groaned. Erron breathed his name. "Like that, yes…" Eragon shifted slightly, more comfortable with Erron now straddling his thighs, and used the rock ledge as leverage. He sucked again at the nub, twisting his hips up roughly against Erron's body. Pure pleasure rolled through him like horses running.

"Oooh, heavens." Erron flexed his fingers on Eragon's shoulders. Nails bit his skin. Eragon grinned, for some reason, and licked and niped gently at the perking nub. He slowly trailed a hand up the other side of his body, fingers taking hold of the forgotten nipple and tweaking it.

Erron made a strange sort of sob. Eragon quite liked that, and offered him another rotation of his hips. What he didn't expect was for Erron to rock with him, and the hand still resting on his hip gripped hard. Then Erron made an extremely painful sound. He jolted, violently, away from him and fell backwards into the water. Eragon remained completely still, still in his postion with his hand up, staring.

/Saphira--/

/It's the scar./ Her voice was a distant echo. His fingers trembled. He felt suddenly very cold. Erron broke the water's surface, eyes pained. Eragon reached forward, pulling him to the ledge. Around him, he saw the water turning red. "Erron--""Ah…" Erron's eyes fluttered. Eragons tood, panic setting in, pain searing up his spine. He grimaced, violent, and somehow managed to bend enough to pull Erron halfheartedly out of the water, enough to explain his torso. What he saw made his blood run fridged as 's hip was mangled. Four perfect holes where his fingers had been, and torn skin. Erron writhed, pained, and Eragon stood horrified to the spot./Little one…/ Her voice was stronger now. /Little one, can you hear me?//Leave me,/ Eragon went to touch the poor boy, but he recoiled back. /Find Arya. Quickly./

/Little one, you kn--/

/Go!/ He looked at the doors, saying the word aloud and in his head. He heard a great weight shift outside the doors, then looked back. He covered his mouth, then jumped and pulled it fingers."…Ah…" He stepped back, and away from Erron, who looked frantic. "Sir Slayer I--""Ah!" Eragon hurled himself from the water, shameless of his exposure as he ran from the bath hall. His tears flowed freely as he ran, cold, wet, frightened, towards a safe haven, towards his room. He shook his head. The pain shot through his spine renewed with every step. "Stop!" He could hear it then. Quite, in the back of his head, a soft laughter…dark laughter…His own, dark, laughter.

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Long time no update, nyah? XD

Remember, this story isn't necessarily following the Eragon /books/. So.