Title: Midnight Harmony
Author: Zhiole Fandom: Eragon/Inheritance
Language: English
Disclaimer: Not mine, make no money with it.
Warning: Slash, M/M-Relationship, Incest ( -???), Smut, Fluff
Pairing: Murtagh/Eragon
Rating: PR (I'm not sure, maybe it is G)
Summary: Eragon and Murtagh have a little talk at midnight.

It's midnight. The whole country is quiet, the lights are out and only those of the moon falls down and coveres the ground with a white, almost unreal shape of white light. There are no clouds in the sky which could make the light dissapear. But it isn't needed, then after a warrior from the Varden comes in every town or city and shouts out the news, that Galbatorix had fallen finally and the country is freed, the people finally get up, the lights are turned on again, and the music starts. The people are celebrating, dancing and singing. And thanking the two boys who made this possible, Eragon and Murtagh.

Said boys are lying snuggled against each other in their bed, after celebrating their triumph in another way. Not loud and singing, but sighing and moaning and whispering words of affection. They had slept a few hours, but when the music reaches their ears, they wake up again, Eragon eying the raven-haired and smiling softly before speaking up.

„Hey." „Hey. Why are you awake?" Murtagh asks his lover, his hand playing with a strand of blonde hair and finally pushing it back behind his ear. Eragon just shrugs. „I don't know. Maybe because it is the first night I would have the chance to sleep peacefully? And I can't handle that? Or because those guys are celebrating like there is no tomorrow?" he jokes and keeps smiling. Murtagh mirrors his smile and kisses him softly on the lips.

„Maybe you can't handle me?" he says and grins. When Eragon raises an eyebrow, Murtagh softly pokes him where he left bitemarks and lovemarks earlier that night. Eragon makes a high-pitching sound and lifts the covers. His eyes go wide and wider when he sees most of his stomach and chest being covered with purple and blue spots that are absolutely Murtagh's work. When he lifts the covers a little further, he also finds his inner tights covered with smaller, but also very dark lovemarks. He sighs deeply. How should he sit, talk and even try to hide his discomfort in front of Saphira?!

„Could you please put the covers back down, hon? It's kinda cold without them." Murtagh asks and Eragon does as he is told. When both are snuggled under the covers again, he glares at the raven-haired. „Maybe you are spending a little bit too much time with your dragon?" he asks. Murtagh frowns and waits for Eragon to explain his statement. „Well, seems like you are kind of fascinated with biting your „Prey"..." Eragon says and fully exposes his body for a few seconds, before slipping back under the covers. Murtagh just smiles. „Well, effectively marked as mine." he says and kisses Eragons nose.

END (but I'm always open for requests, so another chapter may be possible, if wanted!)
A/N: If my writing seems to be kind of "off", it's because English isn't my mothertongue and I haven't found a/any betareader(s) yet. Please forgive me for my mistakes. Thank you.