Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned here, besides one that won't show up in another few chapters. Oh, and neither do I own their names. I do however own the plot.

A/N Note, this is highly AU (alternative universe), featuring a human Saphira and human Thorn and is set in modern time. It is also AU since Selena's alive. This story contain slash, het, swearing (going from shit to the f word) incest and at least one sexual situation. If any of this offends you, turn away. Any flames I receive will be used to burn down my school. Also, I have no beta. All errors in spelling or grammar belong to me.

Chapter I; Sixteen And In Trouble

Eragon Rider considered himself to be a normal 16 year old male with his light brown hair and deep chocolate eyes. He still had his boyish features somewhat, which his brother Murtagh often teased him about, and had a lanky frame. He lived with his mother Selena and his brother. His father had died two years ago, but Eragon had found that he never really mourned the loss. His mother and father had gotten a divorce when he was 2 years old. Therefore he had never really known his father, Morzan. The only thing he had gotten from his father was his eyes and the occasional birthday and Christmas present.

Eragon had two best friends, Arya Elve, who was 17 years old, and Saphira Drake, who was 16 years old. Both girls had been by his side for as long as he could remember. But as every teenager, Eragon had his share of problems. His brother was one of them.

Murtagh Morzanson was a quiet 19 year old with handsome features and tall posture. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, and had a strong passion for music. While Eragon merely played it loudly inside his room, Murtagh wrote and played his own music on his sleek guitar. The young man always wore at least one article of black clothing, and it was usually tight. And what more was, Murtagh was bisexual.

Therein laid Eragon's problem. He wasn't a homophobe; he would have been a hypocrite as Eragon himself was homosexual. He had believed to harbour a crush on Arya, but after kissing her once he had found out that he was gay. No, the brunet's problem was his feelings towards his older brother. Eragon had, for the past year at least, had a crush on him, if not something deeper.

Arya and Saphira had managed to make him tell them the said fact a year and a half after Murtagh had moved into the Rider residence. They had claimed that he had seemed so blue lately that he had no option but to tell them, lest they contact his cousin Roran Garrowsson and his girlfriend Katrina Fayr. That threat had worked, and Eragon had spilled his darkest secret.

Much to the brunet's relieve, his two best friends had understood him and been very supportive. Saphira, who was his childhood friend, had helped him through the darkest periods when he actually realised the deepness of his feelings. Arya on the other hand, who also was Murtagh's friend, had come with little comments here and there, mostly while the older male was present. Eragon couldn't remember how many times he had blushed in his brother's presence because of Arya.

And one of those days was quickly proving to be that Friday.

"If one has those looks, it's no wonder he's driving on both sides of the road. More to choose from and all that. Or what Eragon?"

Said teen glared at his friend. Arya flipped her long black hair and smirked. Her vibrant green eyes twinkled from underneath her headband. That day the girl dressed in a pair of loose army-like jeans. She wore a dark green t-shirt that ended just above her navel.

"Whatever." Eragon growled.

Arya leaned back and laughed. Saphira was seated in between the two friends, struggling with holding her laughter in. Her short blond hair framed her face gently as she took a sip of her milkshake. Saphira was dressed in a jeans skirt with a belt around her waist. She wore a black singlet and a long necklace, where the pendant disappeared below the neckline. Her sapphire blue eyes looked back up as Arya leaned closer to seemingly whisper something to Eragon once again.

"I don't see how you manage to live in that house Er! I mean, he surely must have a lot of people over. Do you ever sleep??" Arya almost hollered.

Eragon felt another blush enter his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see just the male they were talking about.

Murtagh was seated by another table in the Varden Café, his friend Thorn across of him. The hazel eyes hadn't left Eragon's table since Arya had started talking. His brother was dressed in his usual attire; a dark tee and black jacket. The dark jeans clung to the older teens every muscle.

"I sleep fine, thank you." Eragon said icily, his eyes once again pointed towards his two friends.

Saphira giggled.

"With the volume you listen to music with, it doesn't surprise me." She said with a wink.

Eragon stared at her. Not you too, he mouthed. Saphira's eyes merely twinkled.

"Or maybe he's so spent from other activities that he's out like a light, noise or no noise!" Arya said laughing with a small smirk on her lips.

"Arya Elve, you are in big trouble the minute we're out of here!!" The brunet promised darkly.

"I'm looking forward to it." The smirking girl countered.

"Is there any way for me to get you two to shut the fuck up about him?" Eragon asked calmly, knuckles turning white under the table.

"I'm afraid not sir Rider! This is too much fun!!"

Eragon closed his eyes and stood up. He glared one last time in Arya's direction before storming out of the café. He only made it outside of the door before a hand gently grabbed onto his jacketless shoulder. Short brown hair switched around his face as Eragon was turned around.

"What was that about Rider?"

The breath was caught in his throat as Eragon stared straight into his brother's hazel eyes.

"Nothing Murtagh. Arya was just making fun again." Eragon managed to answer finally.

Murtagh lifted an eyebrow. It disappeared behind the wild and dark forelock.

"Keeping secrets from me brother? How unlike you." Murtagh said in a gentle voice.

There's so much you don't know about me, Eragon thought mutely.

"Not keeping secret, just not telling something unimportant." He said with a shrug and turned to walk away.

"Nothing about you is unimportant Eragon."

Said male froze. Murtagh rarely said his name, but when he actually did, Eragon found that he was unable to know what to say.

"If you say so Tag." Eragon said with a weak smile.

When the brunet began to walk away this time, Murtagh didn't stop him. But Eragon knew he hadn't heard the last of it.

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Eragon lay on his bed that evening, hands behind his head. His eyes scanned the room with unfocused eyes. He was used to seeing the same sight every day.

The walls were a sky blue and were bare apart from the occasional band poster. A grey and black dresser stood in one corner and on the opposite side stood his desk. Eragon was sure his laptop was somewhere below all the books and papers on the desk surface, but hadn't been willing to look lately. A TV was placed on a table on the wall on the other side of the bed. His bed was clothed in dark blue and black sheets. Last there was his bookcase. All his friends had fallen to the floor in shock the first time seeing just how many books he actually had. People always thought that Murtagh was the bookworm of the family.

The brown eyed teen sighed. His cell-phone was digging into his leg but he didn't care at the moment. He was waiting for Arya or Saphira to call anyway. He had changed the minute he had come home, out of the baggy jeans and tanned t-shirt and into a pair of black sweatpants and light blue hooded tee. Just when he was about to jump up to throw a pillow into the wall, or at least do something, the cellular in his pocket began to ring.

"Hey Saphira."

"Hey you. I'm sorry we were so pushy earlier." Saphira said in her gentle manner.

Eragon sighed. He had honestly expected them to not even let him go, but he refrained from telling her so.

"You know it's okay." Eragon responded.

"I know… we just were shocked when Murtagh went after you."

"He's my brother. It's in his blood to be protective and stuff." The brunet said with a shrug, though he knew Saphira couldn't see him.

"Anyway Eragon! He looked really worried. You should have seen the look on his face when he looked at Arya afterwards." Saphira informed him.

"I haven't seen him since this afternoon. He's at practice." Eragon stopped for a second. "I wouldn't know."

Eragon was referring to Murtagh's martial arts classes. The older teen had gone to the classes since he had been very young. Murtagh was soon finished with his training, and would probably come out as the best student in his group.

"You'll see soon." The blue eyed girl said mystically.

Eragon coughed semi-awkwardly.

"Anyway, how are things with Thorn?"

Saphira sighed over the line.

"We're off at the moment. He's being stubborn again."

Eragon couldn't help but to snort. Saphira and Thorn had been in an on and off relationship for almost six months. Thorn Marron was 18 years old with red/brown hair and caramel coloured eyes. The two had met through Eragon and Murtagh, who had happened to have them at their house at the same time. The flirtatious relationship had started that day and had developed into the deal they had at the moment.

"I see. What is it this time? If it's something sexual, resist your urges and don't enlighten me." Eragon said with a grin.

"I can so see you smirking you know!" Saphira said with a small laugh. "It's nothing like that. Just our typical arguing."

"Basically, you don't remember."

The blonde girl giggled softly.

"That obvious huh?" She asked coyly.

Eragon made a sound of agreement. He was sure if Saphira had been in the room she would have hit him.

"We can't help who we love Eragon, remember that."

"How could I not?" Eragon chuckled sadly. "I'm reminded of it every day."

"I wish I was there and could hug you." Saphira said softly.

"That you support me is enough Saphira."

There as a scuffle of feet outside of his closed door, and Eragon stiffened.

"He's home." Saphira said, and Eragon could practically sense her nodding.

"Yeah." Eragon clarified breathlessly.

"All sweaty and flustered from the training. Is there going to be some peeping in the shower later?"

Eragon spluttered. His cheeks coloured as he glared at the wall softly.

"You know I'm not like that!"

"I don't know how you play alone with your brother. Though, when something happens, give into your urges and tell me!" Saphira said with a silky voice.

"In your dreams." Eragon answered and said goodbye.

Saphira returned the gesture before she hung up. Eragon stared a long time at his open cellular before snapping it shut. He was suddenly aware of the sound of the running shower. His cheeks flushed involuntarily, and he rushed over to speakers and turned his i-Pod on. He scrolled down the list until he found Good Charlotte. The first songstarted to play softly and Eragon turned up the volume. He had suddenly become very aware of that he was alone in the house with Murtagh. Their mother wouldn't come home in another hour or two.

Eragon could still hear the shower being turned off, but told himself to lie down again and get lost in the music. No matter how hard he tried images of a half naked Murtagh wormed its way into his mind. His cheeks flushed a light red again. Eragon willed himself not to harden, at least not further. It didn't help.

Imagine Old Galbatorix in a tong, a hot pink tong. Dancing to the music right now.

Eragon nearly gagged at the image. That had fixed his problem quite nicely. Shuddering, he changed the song and promptly sighed. It just had to be Victims Of Love that was next on his play list. Eragon never got to skip the song as a knock on his door startled him enough to drop the remote.

Eragon cursed as he leaned over the edge of the bed to retrieve the small device.

"Yeah?"

His door creaked open softly as Eragon managed to sit back up. He almost dropped the remote again at the sight of his big brother. Murtagh was dressed in a pair of loose pyjama-pants that were threatening to fall off and just had a towel around his neck. His torso was completely bare.

Eragon gulped softly. So much for his problem being gone.

"Alright there brother?"

"Of course." Eragon said hoarsely.

Murtagh nodded. He invited himself further inside the room and sat down right next to Eragon. The younger bit his lip. This could not be good, especially since he had to sit in an uncomfortable position to not give away his condition.

"I talked to Arya after practice." Murtagh began, a hand coming up to comb though the damp hair.

Eragon winced. Stubbornness ran in their family, of course Murtagh wasn't about to let such a thing go. It didn't help that Arya was in Murtagh's class either.

"She backs up your version. You shouldn't let her get to you." Murtagh continued, hazel eyes staring right into Eragon's own.

"I know." Eragon managed to half-stutter.

"I realise that this is some form of foreplay for you, but-"

Eragon spluttered.

"Foreplay?! What the hell Murtagh? We are just friends."

Murtagh snorted. His gaze shifted to lie in his lap, where his pale hands were resting. Eragon sneaked a look, before looking at his own hands. They were a darker colour than his brother's, and so they had always been.

"Then you should both get over the denial part and do the deed already." Murtagh said finally.

"Tag, I'm only telling you this one more time; we're just friends." Eragon stressed the last sentence.

Why did his brother insist on that something was going on between him and Arya?!

"Whatever you say little brother. I'm just telling you the act is getting old."

The older teen stood up and made his way to the door, steps heavier than when he had entered.

"It's been years since I was interested in Arya! I got over it ages ago." Eragon heard himself say.

He slapped himself mentally. He was just glad he hadn't said more.

Murtagh turned in the doorway, gaze calm and calculating.

"Then who are you interested in? I've seen the looks the girls keep giving you. Something's going on Rider." Murtagh asked, damp hair sliding in front of his eyes as he titled his head to the side.

"It's… I'm…" Eragon sighed. "I'm not interested in anyone. They just keep hinting on wanting to set me up with someone."

The dark haired male sighed.

"I can tell that you're lying. I won't press you however… Not this time."

With those words Murtagh turned around and walked out of the room, the door shutting behind him. Eragon fell down on the bed again, cursing himself again and again for not being able to lie properly to his brother. He cursed again when he realised that he was still hard. Now he had to take care of that too!

TBC…

A/N This is my contribution to the Murtagh/Eragon fandom. There are too few M/E stories out there! I hope this wasn't too OOC, though I can promise that I have read the books this time. Reviews are very welcome!! I'll try to update this story once a week. Since my exams are coming up, I can't set an actual day for my posting. I'll try on Fridays or Saturdays. Bye for now!