An- Alright this is my first slash piece so review. I need to know what I did right and what I did wrong if I am to improve.
Full Summary- Murtagh kidnaps Eragon and brings him to Galbatorixs' castle. Murtagh is in love with Eragon and has hopes that he can convince Eragon to return his feelings. Its just too bad Eragon hates his guts. Can love shine through?
Warnings- Incest and Slash as well as other adult themes will be present. If you can't handle it then leave. Don't waste my time and yours.
Pairings- MurtaghEragon, SaphiraThorn and one-sided AryaEragon
Eragon awoke his vision swimming. Everything was sore and he felt drained. It was as if someone had pounded on him while he slept. He felt slightly noxious. His body hadn't felt that weak since he had been captured by Durza.
He tried to call out to Saphira only to slam hard into a mental wall. Something was blocking the connection with fervor and he couldn't even get a since of her presence. Now he turned to his next problem. Where was he and how did he get there?
Murtagh! They had fought and Eragon had lost. The last thing he remembered was falling from Saphiras' saddle. So he should have been in a dungeon right?
The room he was lavish to say the least. Instead of a dungeon it looked like a royal suite. Groaning he moved to sit up from the large bed he was laying on. Before he could move to far from the bed however, invisible bonds tightened around his wrists. He sat back on the bed.
He sighed. So Galbatorix had won. It was only a matter of time before he had to go to the execution block he was sure. But… if he was to be executed then why was he placed in such splendid chambers?
If he couldn't contact Saphira, the least he could do was break his bonds. Focusing he whispered the Ancient word for break, Jierda. When nothing happened he couldn't help but to sigh again. So his magic was sealed also.
With little else to do, Eragon thought back on the most recent clash between the Varden and the Empire.
It was a hectic all out battle. Things had been in favor of the Varden and before he fell unconscious the Varden had been winning. Now he could not help but feel worry for the Varden. Had the Empire retreated after the clash with Murtagh or had they pushed on forward and completly destroyed the Varden?
'Murtagh…' Eragon grimaced at the thought of his older brother. Anger boiled inside of him. How could he?! Eragon trusted Murtagh and that trust was torn apart. It left a wound that was slow to heal.
As if summoned by Eragons thoughts, the grandiose chamber doors opened and in walked his older brother carrying a large tray of food. To Eragons ire, Murtagh had a smirk on his face.
Fixing his Murtagh with his coolest glare, Eragon noted with some satisfaction that the smirk had faded somewhat.
"I brought you a plate. I wasn't sure what you would want so I just got you the basics." He said smoothly, as if every word had been rehearsed.
Eragon snorted "You expect me to eat anything you made. I wouldn't be surprised if it was poisoned!"
Murtagh sighed. "Look Eragon, you're in enemy territory and you'll need your strength right? So please just eat. I promise its' not poisoned I'll even say it in the Ancient Language if I have to." Murtagh looked pleading. It was something that Eragon was unfamillar to and it caught him off guard.
Still angry yet obviously smart enough to consider Murtaghs words he took a hesitant bite of one of the sandwiches on the plate. When he couldn't taste anything out of the ordinary he continued to eat, his eyes never leaving Murtagh. he looked ready to jump and run at any second. If Murtagh was there maybe he could get some answers.
"Where's Saphira?"
"She's being kept in an especially enchanted room. After all we couldn't have her burning down the castle now could we?" It was meant to be a joke to lighten the mood or least stop Eragons' glare. Instead the hatred in Eragon intensified and it showed through his eyes.
Murtagh sighed again. Eragon wasn't going to make this easy it appeared. Looking squarely in his brothers eyes, he tried again.
"I have Thorn watching over her so don't worry. Nothing will happen. If you promise to behave…"
"If by 'behave' you mean corporate with Galbatorix then the answer is no." Eragon snarled
"Eragon do you really think that lowly of me?" Murtagh asked dejectedly, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was an insult and it stung as well. But Murtagh brushed it off. If he allowed comments like that to get to him he would never get anywhere with Eragon.
Eragon gave him another look this one and this one, if possible, was even colder than before.
"In a word Murtagh? Yes, I do. How can you sit there as if nothing has happened! Why are you even here?"
That was difficult to explain. He couldn't exactly say 'I'm here because I love you and want to win you over.'
"…Galbatorix has ordered me to restore relations with you. He wants us to be able to cooperate."
Eragon stiffened at that. Bad move.
"So your only here because you have to be? I should have known as soon as you were acting somewhat friendly."
"Eragon that's not what I meant! What I'm trying to say is…"
"Save it! I hate you and everything about you. You're a traitor!" In frustration, Eragon slapped the tray of food away, scattering it across the floor.
Murtaghs' eyes widened. It was as if someone had super heated a knife and stabbed it in his heart. He was there because he wanted to be. Murtagh wanted nothing more than to once again hold Eragons trust. Murtagh blinked away the pain. He wouldn't break down, not now.
"So be it. I will send someone to clean this mess up. You can find someone else to bring you food from now on." Murtaghs voice was cold and reminiscent of how it was at there last battle.
Rising sharply Murtagh spun on hill and walked out slamming the doors behind him.
'Damn it! I messed up again! Why can't he just understand? I didn't have a choice! Why can't you just give me a chance?'
Saphira growled for the umpteenth time that day. Her eyes narrowed and she couldn't help but think death would have been an easier route to this…twisted form of torture.
'Will you please just stop! I do not have the patience for you'
Saphira could have sworn she saw the red dragon Thorn smirk. For the last hour Thorn had pestered her in an overly friendly manner. Without meaning to, Saphira was slowly dropping her guard. It was truly infuriating.
'Well, if you just cooperate and eat, then I would leave'
Ever since she had awoken, the blue dragon had refused to eat and said she would not do so until she saw her rider.
'I hate to be the one to tell you this, but, your rider is being as stubborn as you are. It's a shame he is so reckless with his words.' Thorn sounded snide as if he knew something that was deeply kept secret.
This made Saphira pause. What did he know about Eragon? What did he mean reckless words? Had Eragon said something to endanger himself? With a sigh, she resigned herself to her fate.
'If I agree to eat will you tell me what you mean?'
'Hmm I don't know you have been very stubborn. I think I deserve a reward for my patience. I need your word you will eat from now on!
Upon seeing her weary and somewhat cautious nod Thorn continued, 'First is first! Eat.'
Rolling her eyes Saphira took a bite of the cow that lay in front of her. Upon swallowing she looked up at Thorn expectantly.
At this point Thorn became serious again the overly happy tone in his voice faded.
'From what I hear, he is being very uncooperative…and he is going to find himself very hungry later on.'
'Eragon Damn it' Saphira cursed. He was going to need his strength and here he was turning down a meal. Who knew when he would get the chance to eat again? That boy was infuriating sometimes.
'So Saphira, since I've been so useful, how about some affection?' Thorn said wiggling his eyebrows.
Yet still not as infuriating as the dragon in front of her. It was going to be a long day.
Later That night
'You should not have worn your feelings for the boy so openly. If he hurts you I swear I'll…'
Murtagh couldn't help but smile at Thorns protectiveness. The dragon had wrapped his tail around Murtagh and was growling slightly.
"Oh really what will you do? Inquiring minds want to know. After all you wouldn't want an irate Saphira after you."
'I'll…I'll… do absolutely nothing.' Thorn deflated before his tone became serious again. 'Please don't do anything hasty. If you truly want the Eragon to like you, you must first show him your positive intentions.'
Murtagh sighed. "It's not that easy! He's more stubborn than you are and that really making a statement."
Thorn nudged him with his tail in response for the insult. 'I'm sure he'll give in by the end. After all you're the only person more stubborn than I am.'
Pushing Thorn off of him, Murtagh rose to his feet. "I'll be back. I have something I need to do"
At this point Thorn also rose. 'I suppose I'll find something to keep me entertained as well.'
With Eragon
Eragon was awakened from a much needed sleep by a deep grumbling in his head. At first he tried to ignore it as a figment of his imagination. He was however awakened fully by a very shocking string of mental curses and swears.
Hesitantly Eragon reached out through his mind. There was most defiantly a presence there and it was pissed.
'Alright lets get this straight Eragon; Murtagh came to you today with the best of intentions and look at how you treated him.'
The presence was vaguely familiar. It was draconic for sure and the only dragon near by was 'Thorn, is that you?'
'Real brilliant, aren't you?' the dragon mocked 'My point was he was only trying to help you ass. Look where you are. Who do you think got you such posh chambers? Galbatorix was ready to lock you in a dungeon until he figured out your true name.'
Eragon felt like he swallowed a rock. So that's why he wasn't in a dungeon somewhere. Murtagh…
'Look I didn't know okay?! Besides it doesn't change the fact that he's a traitor.' Eragon retorted. It was true and Eragon refused to feel guilt over it.
At this point Thorn lost his cool. 'I won't say this more than once so make sure you get the first time. If you hurt Murtagh in anyway I will ensure that you regret it' The tone of the dragon was pure ice. The anger was undetectable and it made the message that much more potent.
Before Eragon could make a comment, Thorn had severed their connection leaving Eragon to think over what had unfolded. The words of Thorn ran through his head until, in irritation, he turned over and decided to return to sleep.
Even then a part of him couldn't help but to feel guilty.
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