Disclaimer:// This story contains adult material, including homosexual content. If you find this offensive in anyway, then please do not read any further. I do not claim to know the sexuality of either Peter or Edmund. This story is loosely based on the book "The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian", and the characters within. That's it I think.
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The fire crackled quietly in the middle of the camp. Edmund lay on his back, gazing up at the stars. It felt so good to be back in Narnia once again. Life in London, just didn't feel right anymore. Prior to visiting Narnia the first time, he had been very comfortable living out his life as an evacuee, but Narnia had changed him so completely from the boy that had first stepped into the wardrobe, he couldn't quite believe it. Then when they had stumbled across the lamppost again, that fateful lamppost, which brought them back to the house of the professor, he had to adjust to life in war torn Britain again. But no longer. After a year of wishing and hoping, here he was, looking up at the constellations, back home. This was where he belonged. He had never felt so free and alive.
He rolled over, looking round the camp. Susan and Lucy slept on the other side of the fire, next to each other, keeping each other warm. Peter lay several feet away, on his back, his chest rising gently and evenly. The tell-tale sign of sleep. Edmund looked as his brother, his annoying brother, who had never really seemed to appreciate Edmund, slept. He felt a twinge of anger at Peter for never acknowledging Edmund for the warrior and the brother that he was. But this twinge of anger was suddenly overshadowed by a surge of powerful love. Edmund loved Peter dearly. He looked up to his older brother, whom he would do anything for. The slight annoyance Edmund felt was nothing in comparison to the feeling of admiration and love that he felt towards Peter.
Suddenly, Edmund had an urge so strong it took his breath away. He sat up, it was an urge he had never experienced before. He had to act on it, he couldn't fight it. He didn't want to fight it. It tugged at his mind and consumed him. He shuffled over to where Peter slept and positioned himself next to his lighter haired brother.
He lay there for several minuets trying to figure out why he was feeling the way he was. After what seemed like an age, Edmund sat up on his knees, and looked down at Peter, seeing his hair fall across his forehead made Edmund's stomach lurch. He looked down over Peter's nose and down his strong jaw, to his beautiful lips. Those lips, Edmund had always thought Peter had the most perfect lips. Full and red, they seemed to glisten and shine like one of the stars hanging in the blank sky. It was those lips that captivated Edmund now. Peter sighed in his sleep and Edmund felt a stirring deep in his groin as Peter's lips parted momentarily, giving Edmund a glimpse of his deep crimson tongue. How Edmund wanted to taste Peter. He had waited long enough. Edmund bent down, his dark brown, almost black hair falling gently over his eyes as he brought his lips closer Peter's. Edmund's heart beat a thousand times a second and he felt butterflies swooping and swarming in his stomach. Closer and closer they became until, Edmund's lips softly touched Peter's. Electricity seemed to dance between their lips. Edmund felt as though he was floating, suspended in a sea of ecstasy and light. The kiss was gentle and tender. Edmund closed his eyes briefly, and he felt things he had never felt before, stirring in his chest.
It was a kiss full of affection and love, after a couple of seconds Edmund sat back up. Shocked and excited by what he had just done, he smiled a cheeky smile and pushed his hands through his dark hair. The soft light of the fire, fell across his face and he looked as though he had never been happier.
"Ed?" Came a voice suddenly from next to him. At once Edmund's heart rate increased ten fold and the butterflies came back, but this time there was a hint of fear in Edmund's breathing. Hadn't Peter been asleep? Edmund was sure he was in a deep sleep. This however appeared not to be the case.
"Yes Peter?" Edmund whispered.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked sleepily, suddenly feeling the slight wetness on his lips, that he knew wasn't his own.
"Nothing, I was just a bit cold that's all," said Edmund quickly, not looking at Peter. Peter knew he was lying, he could hear it in his brothers voice, which he knew so well. Peter sat up so that both boys were now sitting on their backsides. Peter knew what Edmund had done, weeks spent sleeping between fighting had meant that he was a very light sleeper. He had been aware of Edmund's presence from the moment the younger boy had shuffled over to him. The kiss still lingered on Peter's lips, he licked them, tasting Edmund.
"Ed." Peter said, gazing into Edmunds eyes. "I felt what you just did."
Edmunds face fell. He had been discovered. He felt the tell tale sign of fear begin to twinge in his throat. He swallowed hard.
"You did? Oh god." Edmund went to turn away from Peter, to hide his embarrassment. Now he knew Peter would hate him. Then, Peter grabbed his arm and Edmund turned. Peter's face was inches from his own. Peter was about to ask Ed why, but he never got the chance. Edmund felt his pulse quicken once more and he felt the hardness in his trousers as he looked at those lips for the second time that night. He just couldn't resist. He pushed his head forward, lips enclosing around Peter's. Edmund was in ecstasy, Peter's felt and tasted sublime. Edmund closed his eyes and brought his hand up to grasp the back of Peter's neck. The kiss, which had started out as a gentle peck, soon became something deeper for Edmund. Peter's lips parted slightly and Edmund's tongue seized the chance and flicked Peter's bottom lip. Then all of a sudden, Peter pulled away from Edmund's touch.
"What's the matter?" Asked Edmund, his dark eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"I can't do this Ed, I mean we're brothers, this isn't the sort of thing brothers do." It was as though Peter had realised what they were doing. It was true that as Peter had felt Edmund's lips enclose around his own, something about it seemed so right and perfect that he saw stars. But Peter was half asleep and wasn't thinking straight. His main priority was in finding the Narnians and not in kissing his younger brother. Somewhere deep within Peter, a small voice was crying out for Edmund's lips. But Peter ignored this voice, pushing it so deep that it was like a whisper on the wind.
"I'm sorry Ed, I don't think I can do this." Peter said, quietly drawing his hand away from Edmund's and turning his head slightly. The soft light cast by the fire, left Peter's face in shadow.
"But why?" asked Edmund, looking as though all his dreams had been shattered. "I know it's a bit weird and everything, but I can't help it Pete. I just can't" Edmund felt hot tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He moved his hand to Peter's cheek, but Peter turned even more away from the soft caress of Edmund's fingers.
"I'm sorry Ed." Peter rolled over then and lay back on the cold hard earth. Edmund sat, head bowed as the silent, hot, salty tears fell down his cheeks to the dirty ground beneath. He wiped his eyes with the corner of his sleeve and sniffed quietly to himself.
"I love you Peter," he said, so quietly that he only barely heard it himself. Only the cold night air heard this whisper escape his quivering lips. A soft wind tousled Edmund's dark hair, consoling and comforting. It made no difference, he sniffed and shuffled back to his original position by the fire, and wept silently into the night.