My characters, setting, and my eternal gratitude belong to Christopher Paolini.

Eragon walked silently through the palace in Uru-Baen. Roran's coronation was the day after tomorrow, and he was restless. Nothing seemed to quench the pent up energy in his body. Even his flights with Saphira were just a momentary release.

He trailed his hand along the cool marble wall, recently stripped of the dark reminders of Galbatorix's rule. The palace seemed clean, and yet empty. A chilly gust of air from an open window licked Eragon's arms, raising goose bumps on his half-elven flesh. He stopped by the window, and ran his eyes over the contours of the buildings beyond. All Roran's. A prick of jealousy caught Eragon by surprise.

"It could be mine," he whispered. "I could have it all." Visions of a full and blindingly bright empire invaded his consciousness. He bit his lip and shook his head. Never, he thought. Never.

"Do you still think I made the wrong decisions?" questioned a shadow from the darkness of a nearby doorframe. Murtagh stepped forward, dark eyes locked with Eragon's own.

"I can't say what I believe anymore." surrendered Eragon, lowering his eyes to the floor. "I can't focus."

Murtagh took a few strides forward, his demeanour softening slightly. Eragon met his gaze and was startled to see the fire that still remained. Impulsively, Eragon reached up and ran his hand through Murtagh's black hair.

"Sorry," he murmered apologetically, embarrassed. "I-"

His voice was cut off when Murtagh's lips met his own in a deep kiss. Eragon panted when they stopped for air. He was exhilarated.

Murtagh wrapped one arm around Eragon's waist possessively, pulling him into another kiss. Eragon's heart was pumping quickly, and heat rushed to his cheeks. Murtagh broke the kiss and grinned roguishly, pulling Eragon through the doorway nearby into his rooms. Murtagh pushed Eragon roughly onto the waiting bed, pinning him down with one arm as he ran the other one softly over Eragon's jaw line.

Eragon released his held breath sharply, a small moan escaping as Murtagh's finger trailed down his exposed throat. A crooked smile adorned Murtagh's face, and he pulled Eragon's shirt off, throwing it to one side. He eyed Eragon's lean chest smugly, and pulled off his own shirt also.

Eragon eyed Murtagh's scarred torso hungrily. He leaned upwards for another kiss, and got his wish. Murtagh bit Eragon's lip, sucked off the trickle of blood, and went in again to push his tongue between Eragon's lips. Eragon arched his back, moaning softly. Murtagh slipped Eragon`s pants off, his hot breath stiffening Eragon`s cock even more than it already was.

Eragon gasped as Murtagh's hot mouth engulfed his cock. Murtagh licked it from base to tip, sending a shiver through Eragon's body. After a minute of sheer bliss, Eragon melted into orgasm. After licking the cum from Eragon's spent member, Murtagh took off his own pants, revealing a sizeable erection.

"Can I help you with that?" suggested Eragon, rising to his knees. Murtagh chuckled huskily and climbed behind Eragon. Eragon rolled onto his back, spreading his legs and clenching his teeth.

Murtagh positioned his cock at Eragon's entrance, and after a moment of pause, buried his hard cock deep in Eragon's hole. Eragon cried out and grabbed Murtagh's shoulders, gripping them tightly. Murtagh slowly increased his speed until he was pounding as hard as he could, and panting heavily. Eragon moaned in pleasure, his fingernails leaving bloody scratches on Murtagh's back. Murtagh shouted as he came, his orgasm echoing in Eragon.

Exhausted for the first time in days, Eragon sank his head into the pillows, Murtagh tracing patterns on his bare stomach with one finger.

"Promise me you'll come back." Said Murtagh, kissing Eragon gently this time.

"What makes you think I'll leave?"