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Warning: Teacher/Student relationships. Slash/Yaoi – meaning guy x guy action. Hinted sexual intercourse. If any of this disturbs you, click on the "back" button. I won't tolerate any flames.

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EDIT (16th of September)

Due to FFNet's regulations, I have edited out parts of this chapter. The link to the unedited version of this chapter, along with the other unedited versions of my stories can be found on my "homepage". The rest of the stories in question will be up shortly.

COME UNDONE

PART TWO

Dinner was over quickly. Eragon didn't have time to appreciate the nicely cooked meal before he had to run out to be in time for work. Garrow had tried to hold him back, but Eragon had explained that he couldn't stay home, not when only he and Saphira were able to come. Usually three employees were in the store, but unfortunately their partner had called in sick with muscle-inflammation the week before. He would be staying in bed for quite some time.

He arrived at the bookstore ten minutes before his shift started. It had started to rain softly during his walk, and he shook the water off his jacket before entering. Saphira was there already, frowning slightly at him being there, but sent him a welcoming smile as he jumped into the back to change. He pulled the t-shirt over the black sweater he was wearing, nodded to the two other workers that were leaving, and walked up to Saphira.

"The boss just left. I explained the situation to him. And you have to admit, when Oromis shows that he's worried, then you know how serious your situation is," Saphira commented almost nonchalantly.

Eragon grinned sheepishly.

"You and I both know I couldn't have stayed home today. Three has to manage the shop at all times, two if there's no way around it," he replied.

Saphira, who was busy tying her hair up, sighed.

"I know Eragon. But you're putting the cash away today; I'll take care of the tidying."

Eragon raised his hands in surrender.

Business was slow that night. Tuesdays usually were. Mondays and Saturdays were usually the busiest, when people realised they had forgotten something over the weekend, or knew they needed something for a hard weekend of studying. The occasional Wednesday was also busy. But Eragon liked Tuesdays. They didn't need much of his attention, and it was always a great day to sit back after a Psychology class and think things over.

Eragon suddenly stiffened. He hadn't been to the lecture that day. But it wasn't that important. He could always check the web later and get Arya's notes. If she had been there that was. He couldn't quite remember when he had woken up that day. But it must have been in the afternoon some time.

"Hey, are you alright?" Saphira's voice penetrated his thoughts.

"Yeah, I just…Saph, when did I wake up today?"

"Oh, around three I reckon. Why?" she asked.

"How long had you been there?" he continued to question.

Saphira sighed.

"If you're asking if we had been there the entire time, no. Arya came after her classes, an hour or so after me," the blonde said. "My classes ended around half one. You do the math."

"Blah, I hate math," the brunet mumbled.

Saphira giggled.

"It's good to have you back. You really did scare us you know. Seeing you just lying there all unresponsive… I don't ever want to feel like that again, Eragon," she finished in a whisper.

"I'll try my best not to make you feel like that. Hey, I even ate a real dinner before coming here," Eragon said with a soft nudge.

"Oh, you better have," Saphira said threateningly, though her eyes shone with kindness.

A few costumers came and went, but everything was mostly quiet. The two friends talked occasionally, but never went into deep conversation, knowing that someone could come in and demand attention at any moment.

"Is it okay if I just wander about a bit?" Eragon asked an hour or so before closing, running a hand through his hair.

Saphira gave him a suspicious look.

"Okay. But if I find that you've been doing my job, I'll make sure you'll wish you were born a girl."

Wincing at the threat the brunet walked down the familiar shelves. As usual, a few books were out of place, but Eragon merely noted the locations in his mind so that he could tell Saphira later. He heard the door of the store opening, but merely continued to walk along the Fantasy section. If anyone needed help, then Saphira would be the first thing they'd see upon entering.

The brunet frowned when he could hear quiet murmuring from the front of the store. Oh well, Saphira knew where he was if she needed help. But he could feel himself getting more and more curious. He inched forward, making sure to keep out of view and listened in.

"- sure?" the costumer asked quietly.

"Yeah, he's just in the back," Saphira answered.

Eragon's frown deepened. Someone was looking for him?

"Thank you."

And something was oddly familiar about the costumer's voice, like he had heard it many times before.

"Eragon."

And he had. Eragon froze in his place when he finally managed to recognize it. He turned around slowly.

"Ah, hey Mr Morzansson."

Morzansson had his arms crossed and his eyes were narrowed. Eragon gulped. He had a feeling he was going to get a real talk-to, worse than he had received from Arya, Saphira, Roran and Garrow combined.

"…How are you?" Eragon asked, his voice slightly shaking.

"It wasn't I who collapsed yesterday, Rider," Morzansson replied calmly.

"Everyone's determined to make me the butt of that joke," Eragon mumbled to himself.

"With good reason," Morzansson commented.

"I'm sorry," the brunet whispered and looked away.

The older male sighed. Eragon heard him take a few steps forward. He was tempted to back up, but refrained from doing so. Morzansson stopped only a foot away. Two hands laid themselves on his shoulder. The brunet looked up.

"Just…don't ever do that again."

Eragon wanted to say that he had already promised he wouldn't a dozen times already, but didn't.

"I won't," he said instead.

Morzansson nodded.

"Good," he murmured. "I don't want to get so scared ever again."

Eragon felt his cheeks flush. He bit his lip under the heavy stare he found himself in.

"I just fainted. I'm sure heavier stuff has happened there."

"Yes, but it never had to one of my students, never to you, Eragon," Morzansson said hotly.

Eragon's mouth suddenly dried up.

"I – I don't understand…" the brunet's voice trailed off.

"Then I'll just have to make you understand," Morzansson said huskily.

And before Eragon could say another word, his mouth was covered by another. A jolt went through him and his eyes closed almost instinctively.

It was hot, so hot Eragon felt like he was burning. Lips were sliding over his own, almost trying to coax him to return the gesture. A tongue ran fervently over his bottom lip. Eragon felt a soft whimper leave him. The pressure was instantly gone.

"I, forgive me Rider. I didn't mean to…"

Eragon panted softly as he opened his eyes. Surely that couldn't have happened? But it had sure felt like it. And by the panicked look on his teacher's face, it must have.

"Wha -"

"I have to go," Morzansson said hurryingly and quickly began to walk away.

Eragon, finally finding his senses, lunged out to stop him.

"No, wait!" he cried as he latched onto the older man's arm.

Morzansson stopped, but his posture was stiff. Eragon bit his lip.

"I…why did you -" he started to ask quietly, but never made it further.

"ERAGON! We're supposed to have closed up ten minutes ago!" Saphira called across the store.

"Shit," Eragon murmured to himself.

How quickly time had passed.

"Well, I better get going then," Morzansson said stiffly. "I'll see you in class."

Eragon just shook his head and followed his teacher to the front of the store. Saphira took one look at them before something seemed to fall into place for her. She shared a quick glance with Eragon, almost to confirm her beliefs before she called out again, this time to someone else.

"I hope you drove here, sir. It started to rain quite heavily just fifteen minutes ago."

Morzansson cursed.

"Yeah, I did, luckily," he answered nonchalantly.

"At least someone's lucky today," Saphira said almost flippantly. "I mean, I was smart enough to at least grab a coat and I live two blocks away from here, but Eragon…"

Eragon's eyes widened. He knew where she was going with her seemingly innocent comments. And behind Morzanon's back he started to shake his head and mouth NO over and over. But Saphira either didn't get his hints or simply ignored them. The brunet believed the latter more.

"It's bad enough that he was in the hospital not twelve hours ago, but he has to walk home as well…" she sighed.

Eragon sent her a dark glare. Saphira merely smirked in the corner of her mouth, unnoticeable to those who didn't know her.

"Is that true, Rider?" Morzansson asked quietly.

Eragon was startled. He shook his head quickly before looking up to meet his teacher's eyes.

"Yes, sir," he answered just as quietly.

Morzansson sent a quick look in Saphira's direction before his shoulders seemed to slump slightly. A soft sigh escaped him.

"I'll drive you home," the hazel eyed man said finally. "I will not allow you to walk home in such weather."

Eragon was about to protest when a loud thunder boomed across the sky outside. He jumped slightly. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Saphira smirk softly.

"Okay," Eragon said, resigning himself to his faith. "Thank you."

The blonde eagerly thrust him his jacket before winking and telling him that she'd close up. Eragon growled under his breath and sent her another glare. Saphira waggled her eyebrows and grinned.

"Come now, Rider, before the storm gets any worse."

Eragon nodded and walked out of the shop. Outside the rain was pouring. It was almost impossible to see beyond two feet ahead of you. Morzansson guided Eragon to his car and almost had to scream for him to jump in. The brunet got in and buckled up. Then the older man started the car and drove out and into the streets.

The ride was made in silence. Eragon, who was too caught up in the recent events, didn't even notice it when they drove past his house. His mind kept replaying the kiss over and over, and it wasn't helping the returning blush any. He only woke from his thoughts when he heard the engine shut off.

"Ah, damn. I forgot to drop you off, didn't I?" Morzansson said and laughed awkwardly.

Eragon just nodded.

"Well, I doubt it'll rain like this forever. You can stay at my place until it quiets down," the dark haired man said and got out of the car.

The brunet blinked. Just before Morzansson had been trying to run away from him, and now he was inviting him inside? He really didn't get his teacher at all. But Eragon wasn't about to complain. He got out of the car and followed Morzansson in a half-sprint to the apartment complex they had stopped at. Eragon was surprised to see that he actually wasn't that far from home, maybe ten minutes or so by foot.

Morzansson unlocked the door and let Eragon enter first. The brunet shivered, feeling too much like a drowned rat than he would have liked. He dutifully took of his shoes and hanged away the drenched jacket.

"Come on in. I'm no drier than you, I won't mind the mess."

Eragon jumped slightly. He blushed again and stepped into the living room where he had seen the other just seconds ago. Eragon shivered slightly from the cold, even if the apartment was heated. As he rubbed his arms to get back the warmth in them he took a look around in the apartment.

It was fairly decent sized. The living room had two small couches placed in front of the TV that hung on the wall. Two speakers stood on either side of the screen and the small cabinet underneath the TV. A desk stood against the wall on the other side of the room, and next to it a bookshelf filled with various items along with literature. The kitchen was small and separated from the living room by a short wall. There were three other doors in the room. Eragon guessed they lead to the bedroom, bathroom and maybe a cupboard. With a worn blanket on one of the couches, a couple of books littered around along with a newspaper, the soft smell of something cooked not long ago…it really felt like a home.

What surprised Eragon was that it clearly looked to be the place of a bachelor. Morzansson could have anyone he wanted, and the brunet knew his teacher knew that. So why did he live alone? The information he had gotten from Thorn and Nasuada hadn't been much, but he felt like he had missed something when they had talked.

"Here."

Eragon jumped and barely managed to catch the items that had been thrown at him. He looked into his arms and frowned. Clothes? And the white cloth looked suspiciously like a towel.

"The bathroom's to your right. Go and dry yourself up. I'll warm some water," Morzansson said and brushed past Eragon without another word.

The brunet bit his lip before complying with his teacher's words. He locked the door behind him before he undressed. He quickly dried himself off before putting on the clothes Morzansson had let him borrow. Eragon flushed when he found that he needed to tie the drawstring pants extra hard to keep them from falling down his hips. The faded tee hung around his frame, but thankfully the neckline wasn't big enough to slide down one of his shoulders. Eragon sighed, gathered the wet clothes in his arms and hung them up in the shower next to the Morzansson's. He tried not to stare at the boxers he found there and nearly bolting out of the room when he was finished.

Eragon scowled when he found that his hair was still a little wet. Drops slid down his neck and his back. He gave a small shudder.

"What would you like to drink?" Morzansson called from the kitchen area. "And do sit down. The couch isn't going to bite you."

"Uh, whatever you have is fine," Eragon replied as he hesitantly sat down.

Eragon fiddled his thumbs as he waited for Morzansson to finish his business in the kitchen. He tried to call Roran and his uncle, but the storm outside made sure his cell had no signal. The brunet was in fact surprised the lights were still working.

As he finished that thought the lights around them flickered. Eragon jolted and forced himself not to cry out in surprise. A soft curse came from Morzansson as he stepped out of the kitchen, two cups in his hands.

"Damn storm. Try my phone. Maybe the landline still works," he said as he sat down the mugs on the coffee table.

Eragon nodded and walked over to the phone. He picked up the cordless phone and began to dial. As he waited for someone to answer he watched the older man pull out candles and a matchbox from what he had correctly guessed to have been the closet. The dark haired male placed the items on the table before sitting down on the couch, sipping warm liquid from his cup slowly.

"Roran speaking."

Eragon was shaken from his thoughts when someone actually answered.

"Hey, it's Eragon."

"Fuck, it was about time we heard from you! Have you seen the storm outside?" Roran nearly growled on the other end.

Eragon cringed. Out of the windows he could see just how bad the storm had gotten since they had left the store.

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm calling to say I'm staying over at… at someone's place until the storm is over," the brown eyed teen murmured into the phone, making sure not to look at Morzansson as he did so.

"…Who? It can't be Saphira, you would have said so," Roran said suspiciously.

Eragon paused.

"My Psych teacher. As soon as the storm dies down I'll come back, alright?"

"Why didn't you just say your teacher? You don't have to lie to me, cousin," the blond said slowly, before he seemed to suddenly come to a conclusion. "That's the guy isn't it? The one you have a crush on? I still don't believe it's just a crush you know…"

"I know," Eragon said and sighed.

"Alright. But we expect you back as soon as the storm's over. And Eragon, I expect you back with your virginity still in place," Roran said with a slight dark tint in his voice.

Eragon choked.

"He's got to be a good couple of years your senior! I won't allow anyone do seduce my cousin unless I've screened them."

"Uh, Roran? I'm fine, really," the brunet said, trying his best not to blush.

"Right," Roran snorted. "But in a couple of hours, when you're asleep… damnit Eragon, give me the guy's address! Storm or no storm, I'm coming for you!"

"Slow down, Roran!" Eragon nearly shouted into the phone. "I'm fine! Nothing is going to happen, alright? You can kill me when I get back."

"I didn't say anything about killing you! Though, when you mention it, I ought to. Not telling me who you were crushing on, damnit. Don't you trust me or something? …Eragon? Oy, are you l-"

Eragon said a quick goodbye before hanging up. He swore at his cousin under his breath. Damn that Roran and his overprotective attitude!

"Is everything alright?"

Eragon startled. He rubbed a tired hand over his face before facing his teacher.

"Yeah. My cousin's just a little overprotective, that's all," the brunet replied sheepishly.

One of Morzansson's eyebrows rose in disbelief.

"It sounded like there was something more going on, but I won't pry," the hazel eyed man said and took another sip of his drink.

Eragon breathed out in relief. He hesitated a moment before sitting down beside the other man. Morzansson gestured for him to take the other cup. Eragon bit his lip before taking a small sip. It was white tea, his favourite.

"Thanks," he said softly before taking another sip.

A silence stretched on between them. Eragon gnawed on his bottom lip as he tried not to remember what had taken place not more than an hour ago. Eragon silently wondered if they would just stay there in silence, waiting for the storm to lift, without speaking another word.

Not long after the silence had begun, it was ended. A loud thunder boomed across the skies making Eragon jump in fright and brush up against Morzansson as he did so. The lights flickered and died.

"Damnit," Morzansson muttered.

Eragon scooted back to his original place, a blush making its way onto his face as he did so. The light from the world outside barely lit up the room. But he was able to make out the figure that was his teacher. Morzansson stretched out and Eragon was once again startled when a flame sizzled into life before him. The older man quickly began to light up candles and what else he had at disposal, placing them around in the room to lighten it up.

"You alright over there?" he called out as he walked into the hallway.

Eragon could hear the telltale sound of a lock being turned. He fidgeted in his place.

"Yeah. The thunder just startled me, that's all," Eragon

Morzansson sighed tiredly as he sank into the cushions beside the brunet. Eragon leaned onto the armrest, his legs up on the couch and up against his chest with his arms around them. He felt more comfortable this way.

"Listen, Rider…I need to apologise for earlier," the man said in a soft voice. "I didn't mean to -"

"Kiss me?" Eragon whispered.

"…Yeah," Morzansson muttered, and Eragon could make out two hands in the soft light that were massaging his temples. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. Hell, I don't even know what I was doing!"

Eragon frowned. He wasn't so sure he believed the other. He could still remember that tongue caressing his lips. The thought of it was still making him blush.

"Then why?" the brunet whispered. "Why did you do it?"

Morzansson sighed tiredly.

"I don't know."

Eragon wasn't so sure he believed that statement either. How could someone not know if they kissed someone? Especially when that person was your student! But he stayed silent.

Eragon shifted his eyes to stare out of the window. He could see trees bending over from the force of the wind. The brunet wondered when it had started to blow that hard. It hadn't been any wind at all when they had left the store. But now the rain was almost making it impossible to see and he could hear the wind howl outside. Another thunder boomed and a lightening struck not five seconds later. Eragon shuddered.

"I…"

Eragon felt his eyes widen in horror. He hadn't meant to make that sound! But now Morzansson was gazing at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He cursed himself inwardly.

"You…you didn't explain what you meant back then. Why you were so scared," Eragon mumbled finally.

Morzansson winced.

"Forget it, Rider. I was caught up in the moment. It was nothing."

Eragon scowled. Now, that he most certainly didn't believe! And he wasn't going to keep quiet about it any longer.

Sadly, he couldn't think of anything to say, or how to say it for that matter. Furious with himself, Eragon pressed his legs even closer to his body. He peeked over at his teacher, surprised to see him staring into thin air. Suddenly an idea came to him. An idea so crazy the brunet was shocked when he didn't dismiss it right away. Instead, he acted on it. Slowly, very hesitantly, he leaned closer. Morzansson was still lost in his own thoughts. Eragon gulped, braced himself, leaned up and kissed the other on the mouth.

Eragon felt the blush return with full force when he once again felt the soft texture against his own lips. He didn't dare to hold the contact long and retreated mere seconds after his bold move.

Or rather, he tried to retreat.

Morzansson had woken from his thoughts now. And really, who wouldn't when someone kissed them? He had reached out, a hand cupping the back of Eragon's neck firmly, but not painfully so, preventing him from moving further away. Their eyes were locked. Eragon found it impossible to look away when faced with those impossibly hazel eyes at such a short distance. He gulped again.

Morzansson's eyes flickered from Eragon's lips and back up to his brown eyes. Eragon was panting softly, not sure what was going on in the other's head.

"Fuck it," Morzansson growled and leaned forward.

The world was swimming. Eragon had no idea it was possible to kiss like that. Furiously, but not bruising. Passionate, and yet with a hint of softness. He whimpered when that tongue once again glided over his lips. They were pried open and Eragon was introduced to a whole new universe of pleasure.

It was hard to keep up, but Eragon tilted his head and tried his best to kiss back. He had early on learned to breathe through his nose, so air was no issue for now. And yet he was beginning to feel dizzy. He was now sitting on his knees, not really sure how that had happened, but everything was steadily swirling around him. His eyes had closed ages ago. Eragon fell forward and had to brace himself by throwing his arms around Murtagh's neck. Murtagh's other arm snaked around his waist, pulling them even closer together. But they had to part sometime.

Eragon leaned back, gasping for air. He had been breathing the entire time, he knew that. But somehow, he felt like he had been holding his breath for over an hour.

"Eragon."

He looked back up. Murtagh's eyes were filled with something, but he could interpret just what emotion.

"You know this is illegal, right?" Murtagh whispered. "We…we can't -"

"Who has to know?" Eragon interrupted, his tone that of a whisper as well. "This is no one's business but our own."

Murtagh fell silent. Then he chuckled.

"I knew there was a reason I thought you were smarter than you looked to be," he murmured.

And then he kissed him again.

-:-

Eragon wasn't sure when he had ended up on his back, his shirt being ripped from his frame and skilled fingers running down his body. But he sure knew how it had happened.

Their kissing had suddenly not become enough anymore. The storm outside had faded from their mind, a distant memory of what had brought them there that night. They had stumbled into the older male's bedroom, where Eragon soon had found himself pushed down onto a bed and continued to be kissed senseless.

The bed he was laying on was almost good enough to distract him from Murtagh's actions, but only almost. The kisses and sucking on his neck as well as the fingers that suddenly found his nipples kept him very much aware of the person above him. And he couldn't keep himself from groaning.

His fingers were gripping tightly at the other's shoulders as pants escaped his mouth. He was almost bursting from feeling too much at once. Eragon had never felt so much pleasure, never known such pleasure. The brunet raked his fingers down Murtagh's back when the older found a spot that nearly drove him wild. Murtagh answered by moaning loudly into his neck. Then lips were covering his own again. Eragon kissed back for all he was worth, feeling the temperature inside the room rise to new levels when a hand ghosted over his steadily growing erection.

Sweat gleamed in the soft light the night carried with it. Muscles clenched and unclenched as the animalistic sounds only continued to rise. But words were yet to be uttered.

Murtagh's hands spread fire wherever they touched his bare skin. Damp hair was sticking to his forehead and nearly covered his eyes. But Eragon couldn't have cared less. Then the hazel eyed male started to kiss his way down Eragon's body. The brunet was beginning to feel even more light-headed. He wasn't able to catch his breath or slow it as new pants and moans steadily continued to escape his lips. His back arched into the touch when fingers again played with his nipples, twisted and ghosted over them as a tongue sensually dipped into his navel. Eragon moaned at the loss when the fingers left his torso. He wasn't able to do anything else before he again let out a sound of pleasure as his borrowed pants were effortlessly pulled down his legs and tossed aside, his boxers with them.

Eragon blushed when he felt Murtagh still. He was naked now, completely and utterly naked. And it didn't help that Murtagh's eyes were raking up and down his body. Their eyes met and the older smirked. Before the brown eyed teen could even utter a word; a long sensual lick on his most private parts made him scream. Horrified at his loudness, Eragon bit down on his finger to stop any upcoming sounds.

"Don't."

Eragon opened his eyes, not quite sure when he had shut them. Hazel eyes almost seemed black in the night as the dilated pupils only allowed a slimmer of colour shine through.

"I want to hear you scream," Murtagh stated huskily.

Eragon gulped. He removed the finger from his mouth and let it clasp onto the bedding as its twin already was doing. Murtagh grinned.

As Murtagh worked his magic, Eragon's head was tossing back and forth and his arms were shaking from their death-grip at the bedding.

Then Murtagh retreated. The brunet let out a moan of despair. Murtagh chuckled and instead slid up Eragon's body. He rested his weight on one elbow while the other hand reached down and continued the work he had briefly abandoned. Eragon's left hand shot out and grabbed onto Murtagh's right arm, the one he was leaning on. His breath was hitching, it seemed almost impossible to breathe. Then the other leaned down and yet again started to lick and bite his shoulder and neck. Eragon lost it.

He came with a loud scream ripped from his throat. His muscles tensed and the world around him became white. His chest was heaving as he blinked to regain his sight. Murtagh was still leaning above him, his tongue working slowly to lick away the residue semen from his hand. Eragon gulped at the sight. Then his brown eyes lowered. He bit his lip.

Eragon sneaked out from underneath Murtagh's muscled frame and forced the other to lie down. Then he began to work on the buttons and zipper on the jeans before pulling them off and away. He blushed when he found no underwear in his way. He quickly let their eyes meet and, after seeing only kindness in the hazel orbs, leaned down to return the favour.

A muffled groan answered his actions. As he worked, Eragon could feel the muscles in Murtagh's body tense and could see the sheer self-control Murtagh kept himself under.

Before long the brunet could feel Murtagh tensing even further. A strangled groan seemed to almost echo inside the room. And then it was over.

Murtagh loud breathing and Eragon's soft pants soon became the only thing audible in the room. Eragon sighed softly and prepared to get up.

He hadn't managed to finish straightening his back before he was pulled down onto Murtagh's bigger form. The other lifted an eyebrow as he circled his arms around Eragon. It seemed like he wasn't going anywhere.

And within five minutes they were both asleep.

-:-

Eragon woke up with a heartbeat close to his own and feeling more secure than he had ever felt before. The bed was warmer than he could remember it ever having been. And strangely enough it felt like someone was holding him… He shot up when he realised that he was spooned up against someone and that they were both naked. He relaxed when he remembered what had happened the day before. But then that truth sunk in.

"Aw, fuck!"

Eragon scrambled out of bed, but the only thing he succeeded in was to fall off the bed and to make a loud racket.

"I'm late! Roran's going to kill me! Damnit, Garrow is going to kill me!" he ranted hysterically as he finally managed to locate his boxers.

"Rider, it's going to look worse if you go home like that."

Eragon turned around and made sure to keep the boxers in front of his groin as he did so. Murtagh was looking at him with a very amused expression on his face and with a soft smirk on his lips. The bed sheets were barely covering his naked form as he lay there.

"Take a shower. I'll cook up something and then we can leave," Murtagh said and stood up.

Eragon blushed. He forced out a 'thanks' before nearly bolting to the bathroom. He proceeded to take the quickest shower he had ever taken. Then he dried himself with the towel from the day before and dressed. He growled over his uncooperative hair before he dared to walk out of the bathroom.

Murtagh had obviously just slung on something, even though it didn't make him look any less attractive. A pair of black jeans that were tight but not obviously so and the dark tee showed off his strong back. Eragon blushed when the other looked up and waved him over to the kitchen area. He motioned for him to sit down and they began to eat in silence.

No words were spoken until Murtagh began to clear away the plates, refusing any help from Eragon as he did so.

"You don't regret last night, do you?" Murtagh asked in a murmur.

Eragon bit his lip again, mentally wondering if he was going to scar from doing it so much.

"No. I…uh…" the brunet blushed and looked away.

Murtagh crouched down until they were at eyelevel. Eragon had yet to get up from his chair. He planted a soft kiss on Eragon's forehead.

"Me too, Rider," he whispered and winked.

Eragon blushed but allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Murtagh captured his lips in a slow sensual kiss. Eragon kissed back softly.

"Now let's get you home."

Eragon nodded and felt himself smile. It widened when Murtagh smiled back.

-:-

Eragon had been questioned immediately when he came home. Roran had nearly talked himself blue whereas Garrow had just nodded and thanked him for saying where he had taken cover from the storm. Roran had been about to tell the old man just who that had been, but Eragon had been quick to shut his cousin up and drag him to his room. There he had proceeded to tell Roran that yes; he was still a virgin, yes; it was Morzansson he liked, yes; he was sure he hadn't been taken advantage of, and no; he could not kill his teacher.

Eragon had been relieved beyond words when school had been cancelled the following days due to the storm. He didn't have to step into the building until Friday! Apparently, while he had been preoccupied, the storm had flooded the building and had nearly caused the ceiling to fall down in the Science Department. But Friday arrived soon, and he got ready for school with butterflies nearly tearing his stomach apart.

Since the first lesson he had that day was Psychology, he hoped he wouldn't be questioned until he saw Saphira later. But knowing his luck, the blonde was sure to have blabbed to Arya, and he was due for another round of question time when he arrived.

"Eragon!"

Eragon merely waved when he saw Arya. He walked into the classroom, past the ever-arguing girls, and found his place beside his friend. Arya's grin turned into a smirk as he sat down.

"So, 'Agon…" she purred. "I heard someone got a lift home from Mr New-Guy."

"I did," Eragon replied indifferently, though on the inside the butterflies transformed into eagles that started to claw up his insides. "So?"

"…No way," Arya said and gaped. "Nothing happened?"

The brunet really wished she knew how to be quieter sometimes. He merely shook his head in answer.

Arya narrowed her eyes, as always suspicious until she had gotten the same answer five times.

"You're lying," she stated, her voice finally lowering in volume.

"…Why would I be lying?" Eragon asked.

Arya was unable to answer as the bell rang and the teacher came into the room. She crocked an eyebrow and sent him a look that clearly stated that their talk was far from over.

Eragon found himself looking more intensely at his teacher that day. After what had happened it was no longer awkward to look at him. But that didn't mean he had stopped blushing. And surprisingly Morzansson looked much more relaxed, almost happy when he stood before the class and greeted them. Arya once again sent him a suspicious look, though this one was more laded with amusement, before turning back to the front.

The lesson went by surprisingly fast. Eragon would later find that he hadn't been able to remember a thing they had covered, but thankfully he was used to taking notes without really paying attention to what he was writing. Arya had kept nudging him whenever Morzansson would give a particular smile or laugh. It was obvious that she hadn't been fooled. And as Eragon snuck a look at the front row, he could see that the students there had noticed as well. He was surprised to find himself amused over how many of them that looked completely heartbroken.

The lesson ended with the familiar but still shrill ring of the bell. Students started to walk out of the classroom, many of the girls leaning onto each other as they did so; some seemed to even be crying. Eragon heard a strangled, amused snort leave him.

"Oh, I heard that," Arya purred. "You and every friend I can manage to round up during the day will have a lot to talk about."

Eragon gulped.

"I should be afraid, shouldn't I?"

Arya smirked.

"I'd say so. Just wait 'til I tell Roran that his dear cousin lost his cherry," she said and laughed.

"OY! Nothing like that happened!" Eragon shouted after her as she ran out of the room.

"Prove it!" she shouted and winked as she ducked out the door and disappeared.

The sound as the door shut echoed softly. Eragon felt his eye twitch. He couldn't believe her!

"…Is she always that…eccentric?"

Eragon stiffened and turned to face his teacher. They were the last ones in the room. Murtagh proved this by coming up to him and embracing him.

"Kind of. She's always like that when she has gossip material to share," Eragon stated embarrassingly. "Aw, damn…I just remembered. She and Saphira have a class together now. I'm fucked."

Murtagh chuckled.

"You're not fucked until I've asked for your guardian's approval," he murmured.

Eragon felt himself pale.

"You are actually going to ask?" the brunet asked meekly.

Murtagh leaned down and landed a quick kiss on Eragon's lips.

"The term's almost over. I got a job offer at the neighbouring college. It's closer to home for my part. I'm starting there this autumn," Murtagh paused. "I'll ask then."

Eragon stared at the other man, unwilling to believe what he had just heard.

"You're quitting?"

Murtagh hummed in answer.

"After this term I will no longer be your teacher," he stated. "Makes this all the more easier."

"Makes what easier?" Eragon asked with a soft frown.

"Being in a relationship with you. That is, if you'll have me," the hazel eyed man replied.

Eragon felt himself grin. He leaned up on his toes and engaged them in a longer kiss.

"I wouldn't have let Tuesday happen if I didn't," he whispered afterwards.

Murtagh smiled a large genuine smile. Eragon felt himself flush from the sight of it.

"Love you," Murtagh whispered as he leaned down and buried his nose in Eragon's hair.

Eragon's blush, if possible, deepened even more. Murtagh chuckled into his ear as he began to try and stutter out a response.

"Ack! I love you too, jerk."

Murtagh kissed his cheek softly before pulling back.

"Thanks. Now you better hurry, or you'll be late for you next class," he said and let the other go.

"Eh? Aw, fuck!" Eragon exclaimed and took off.

He just barely made it in time for his next class. But his teacher was a very kind man that only took one look at him and ushered him to his seat. Eragon didn't miss the quick smirk the older man gave him however.

The class seemed to fly by as Eragon's thoughts were filled with Murtagh and what had happened during the week. For once he was distracted and didn't mind it. His life had taken a sudden turn for the better and Eragon was going to enjoy it, meddling friends be damned. He had gotten his greatest wish granted, he could handle the teasing that came with it.

The End

A/N And that's the end! Phew!

I have a little note to the reviewers who seem unhappy with my tendency to cut fics in half. I'm actually not very fond of doing so myself, so the next fic I will be posting will be a one-shot, despite its length of nearly 40 Word-pages! :faint: It'll be a bitch to check over, but I'll do it for you guys. It might be a one-time thing, because it's a lot of work fixing up a fic at that length. I'll extend my limit to 20 something pages from now on, but that will be my ultimate limit!

I hope you all enjoyed the fic! For those who are wondering, my next story will be out in about 2 weeks at the earliest. I can't post before then since my first exam is at the end of this week. God, I couldn't possibly get more nervous. :shudder:

And that's all for now. Bye.