Slashing Around
Abby Ebon
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Note; my goal with this story is to in short; create a series of one-shots; attention to other lesser known possible slash pairings within the Inheritance Cycle universe. This is slash smut – meaning there is going to be male-on-male romance – but that does not mean I won't try for a plot among the smut that is likely to abound.
Warnings; definitely slash – which is male on male romance; possible foul language – possible violence.
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At the dawn of the stars, the land was wild; inhabited by animals, monsters, and giants – of them was a she-wolf, who bore – not cubs, but a God. His name was Gûntera, and he became King of the Gods – he who was both warrior and scholar, was known for his fickle nature. It was his destiny to battle the monsters of this early world and forge a place for his kin. Only Kílf, goddess of rivers and sea, would due as his wife. Then came the brothers –Urûr, master of the air and heavens, and Morgothal, god of fire; the brothers loved each other so much that neither could exist independently of the other. Proof of this was Morgothal's burning palace – the sun – during the day and the sparks – the stars – of his forge that appeared overhead every night. In both Urûr constantly fed his sibling so he would not die – for fire needed air to thrive. Sindri was the goddess of the earth it's self earth's sacred mother. The last God was Helzvog, who the dwarves claim created them, and the other Gods and Goddesses, in jealousy, formed their own perfect peoples.
Gûntera created the elves to control Alagaësia. Sindri brought forth humans from the soil of the earth. And the brothers Urûr and Morgothal; combined their knowledge and acted as one to form dragons. Only Kílf restrained herself, for the rivers and oceans held life and intelligence already in aplenty.
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Morgothal, god of fire, stretched out backwards – back and spine popping bidding back a yawn, sweat dripped down his neck. It was then he felt his brothers cool hands on his shoulders, keeping him steady, silver haired and blue eyed, his fair brother let out a sigh against his hot skin.
"You have worked too hard this day." Urûr scolded gently, blue eyes flicking over the objects in his brothers forge. Morgothal looked fondly to his brother; by contrast, he had black hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin.
"You always say that." Morgothal said in an amused tone. Urûr leaned closer, enjoying the warmth his brother's skin offered – his chin against the others muscular shoulder. Morgothal shivered at the light touch, his face and his brother's close enough to breathe each others air.
"And it is always true." Urûr commented softly, blue eyes searched brown ones. Urûr narrowed his eyes, wisps of silver stands escaped the braid he normally kept them in – they fell against Morgothal's chest – his brother reached a hand up and with metal smiths hands curled the strands around his fingers creating a fine leash – not, Urûr thought with a shiver, that Morgothal needed such a thing to keep Urûr beside him.
"What is it that troubles you brother?" Urûr asked, his tone a firm demand for an answer, despite that both brothers knew that Morgothal was the more dominate of the two. Urûr gasped softly when the fingers curled about his hair gripped them tightly, yanking Urûr's ear against his brother's lips.
"Our dragons, there are only five." Morgothal bemoaned so, his sorrow nearly tangible, Urûr closed his eyes – breathing for a moment, the scent of his brother – of smoke and pine, assaulted his senses and he whimpered in sympathy – and reaction.
"What do you suggest we do?" Urûr asked in a husky whisper, Morgothal's hot tongue rasped against the lope of Urûr's ear – along the edges, and Urûr knew he was being played with.
"Dragon's are ours – but humans, the only Riders left, are Sindri's – she and we will need to speak." Morgothal's explanation offered Urûr no relief, as Morgothal brought the hand tangled in his hair to his cheek, caressing it, before boldly gripping Urûr's jaw and forcing him into a kiss. Urûr's blue eyes were wild and dark with need when Morgothal parted their lips.
"Please…?" Urûr begged softly, knees already weak with want.
Morgothal smirked, knowing the power he held over his brother – and the power Urûr held over him – roughly, his other hand gripped his brother's thigh, and Urûr – who could slip from the grip of anyone, came willingly to sit in his brothers lap; pale legs wrapped around his waist – the smooth cleft of Urûr's ass against his firm groin. As they had done since being brought into the universe fully formed, they partnered, wind reacting by forming wild storms upon the earth – volcanoes shivered and rocked, threatening to erupt.
It quelled, and Morgothal found himself holding his brother to him, breathing in the scent of storms and spice.
"Love you." Urûr murmured softly, bringing his lips up to kiss his brother, Morgothal's grip tightened pressing their bodies once more together, and Urûr came away from the kiss gasping.
"Love you." Morgothal replied in turn, smirking in turn, that with so little effort he brought his brother – lord of heaven and air – breathless.
"So, do you think Sindri will aid us?" Urûr asked, his cheeks flushed, eyes lowering to his brothers muscular chest – his own slighter form fit well against his brother. It was a marked difference between Urûr and the other Gods - where they were muscular with corded muscle – Urûr was slight and petite.
"She shall, she knows if she does not humans alone shall rule earth; they are not ready for such a task." Morgothal assured him, and Urûr only nodded, together they traveled to Sindri's domain; she was not unlike Morgothal in appearance – her hair was as black as his, though bits of grey showed in the sunlight. She was still lovely to behold with her chocolate skin and jeweled eyes.
"Ah, Morgothal – and Urûr- to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Sindri asked in gentle tones, for it was known the brothers rarely left Morgothal's shinning palace within the sun, which he had fashioned as a gift for Urûr.
"It concerns our dragons – and their Riders, the humans." Morgothal spoke, for it was known that in their youth Sindri and Urûr had rivaled for his attentions – and to this day, Sindri would favor Morgothal, and scorn Urûr – for all that air brought life to creatures and plants alike. Fire brought destruction, yes, but also a chance for new life; and volcanoes – which Sindri treasured, where fallen sparks from Morgothal's forge, to show her undying affection for the smith god.
"Yes, only five dragons – and only one a female, this concerns me as well, Morgothal – be assured of that fact." Sindri murmured, and when she walked forward, plants sprang from the ground, dyeing a moment later when she stepped away.
"The question is – what shall we do?" Urûr stated, reminded of his presence, Sindri nodded in wary agreement – but the message between God and Goddess was clear – do not come closer.
"The boy – Eragon, rider of Saphira, holds the ability to see what is to come in dreams – thought he does not understand this gift, and merely sees it as a product of his mind and imagination." Sindri told them, fingers dancing on the edge of the staff she had always carried – it was made from the leg bone of a giant – it was as tall as she was. It was assuredly an eerie reminder of the once ancient dominating race of the earth – as it was meant to be.
"You imply that if he has this gift – he may have others from his bloodline which we can awaken." Morgothal mused, a grin spreading across his features – it was, all at once, wicked and charming.
"Precisely." Sindri purred, pleased, Urûr shifted uncomfortably at the heated look Sindri thrust upon Morgothal.
Sindri closed her eyes, her brow furrowing as she traced Eragon's bloodline down to the ancient creation of humanity.
"It is as I thought," Sindri stated a moment later opening her eyes which glimmered, flecks of every jewel and metal gleaming within her eyes, "the boy's line holds my ancient gift – lust." Sindri smiled revealing two rows of teeth which were as sharp and jagged as mountain peeks, and as white as pure snow.
"What do you mean?" Urûr asked her then, licking his bottom lip his confusion, biting into the plump flesh caught his brother's eyes, and Sindri chuckled to gain their attention back.
"Carnal lust was how I bred humans so quickly – eventually, it was specialized into a gift; alike to the Dagshelgr of the elves, only a single individual is affected...and those around him or her will seduce them, or simply bed them." Sindri told the two, and they glanced between each other.
"All the Riders are male – so it would be pointless to allow females to be affected." Morgothal reasoned, and Urûr tapped his chin in thought, undecided.
"We do not yet know who the green egg will choose…" Urûr murmured, and Morgothal frowned – then shrugged.
"It would not matter – all the dragons are male, their Riders merely need to give in to allow the dragons to survive." Morgothal stated, and Urûr frowned, and then nodded his agreement with a sigh.
"Then we are in agreement – let it be witnessed that on this day in the eighteenth year of the Rider Eragon, the gift Dagshelgr awakened in his blood." Sindri declared solemnly, her staff held aloft for them to witness.
"Witnessed by Morgothal, god of flame." Morgothal whispered for he was eager to save his treasured race. His arms and skin caught aflame, black hair blowing in the wind Urûr had stirred.
"Witnessed by Urûr, lord of air and heaven." Urûr echoed in undertone, a tornado of wind swirled around him, proof of his claimed command.
"Witnessed by Sindri, mother of the earth who brought humans from the soil." Sindri murmured, the earth springing forth gems upon the soil they stood upon.
"So it is witnessed – so it shall be." All three declared, voices ringing all through the realms – as one, all Gods and Goddesses knew what had occurred, and as they could not stop it – had no wish to stop it – they merely watched events unfold.
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Note: What does this mean for Eragon? Do you remember the Dagshelgr Innovation in Eldest – the whole, elves weave magic spell and forest explodes with sexual tension? Imagine that focused on Eragon – and to the males surrounding said Rider. Yes, I just turned him into a kind of satyriasis (what a male nymphomaniac is called)…
