wow I'm actually submitting another fic on here. Been a while. I can't believe the positive feed back on my Pretear fic. xx;; (sorry to everybody who was reading! I intend to write more for that very soon! like.. possibly tonight. x3)

So, I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia, ( xD can't even spell it without word check, thank you!), nor am I making any sort of monetary profit from this story. I do not own the characters and lets just say if I did, The Prince Caspian movie might have been a bit more... action filled, if you get my drift. Looooot more lovin' goin' on!

WARNING: This fic will/does contain YAOI ie: boyxboy luv and brotherxbrother luv. If you aren't keen on that then please don't read it or comment.

I'll also mostlikely be leaving out parts of this story as to not break any rules that are established by and if so, I'll let you know how and where to find said parts of this fic. so I think that's about it. Enjoy! :3

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Kings and Lullabies

Peter laid in his makeshift bed, wide awake. It had been a frustrating day to say the least. He was worn down, tired, and even though there were two blankets over him, he felt cold. He focused his weary eyes on a candle placed in a niche in the stone wall a few feet away. It was still burning. He closed his eyes for a moment, to take in a deep breath. The slight smell of rain mixing with the spicy warm sent of his brother was about the only other comforting element of the room besides the small dancing light.

He had thought this was what he wanted, to return to Narnia, but the Narnia that he knew was no more. His kingdom was broken, his people had been defeated and abandoned. He was no high king. How could he ask them now to trust him as their forefathers once did? And what was worse, was that the Telmarines would be on their way soon. Caspian had done a fine job getting the Narnians together, but he was no general. Peter knew he would have to convince him that his plan would be the wisest corse of action.

The candle was flickering a bit more now. Long, low, steady notes streamed into his head, accompanied by the sound of a soft stringed instrument, strumming in a higher key. A smooth voice sang soft incoherent words that danced with the flame. A beat moved the hymn forward at an entrancing pace. The voices echoed as his eyes grew heavy. His head nodded slightly on his pillow as the lone flame fought back the dark that consumed the rest of the room. The voices grew louder, the stream of notes becoming more powerful as they wove their intoxicating web of sleep around Peter. Slowly, as his eyelids closed, the decrescendo came, the drum beat slowing to a gentle pulse, the flame stilled.

Peter woke from his sleep induced by the Narnian lullaby a few hours later. It was still dark but the atmosphere in the room felt different.

"Are you awake, Ed?" he asked quietly before rolling onto his other side to look at his brother.

"No, Pete, I'm sleeping.." came a whispered reply that despite being so quiet, was still heavy with sarcasm. Edmund rolled over to look at Peter.

"What?"

"It's nothing, Ed, never mind."

The younger Pevensie laced his fingers with his older brother's. Peter gripped his hand tightly.

"We'll get things fixed, Pete, don't worry."

Peter just rolled into Edmund, nuzzling his face into his neck. He sighed contently as he took in Ed's sent. He couldn't believe how much Ed had grown up in just a year. Narnia wasn't the only thing to change so quickly. His brother was also getting more dominate in nature, though he still listened to Peter... sometimes. He stiffened when he felt the lips of said sibling on his neck.

"Ed, no marks." He said in a serious tone. Edmund sucked a little harder in response before rolling on top of Peter and moving his lips to another spot on his neck.

Things had certainly changed, and Peter still grasped to gain some bit of control. His life wasn't the same, and his presence here in Narnia was now causing conflicting results. Some had hope that the return of the Kings and Queens of Narnia signaled their salvation, however, some looked at them as children, and were not confident in him, but rather Prince Caspian; the so called 'Talmerine of Narnia.'

His eyes slid closed as his thoughts were cut off by the sensation of Edmund's hands running gently up and down his sides. The younger king breathed heavily against his collar bone, forcing a shiver down Peter's back. He curled his fingers in the short dark hair, gasping at the brilliant friction Edmund was causing as he rocked his hips against his. His lips were captured in a heated kiss that left his head swimming. He whimpered in confusion at the sudden loss of contact when Edmund had quickly pulled off of him.

Caspian stood in the door way blinking in the dim light.

"Miraz's army is here." the prince informed the two, not saying anything that would indicate if he saw what Ed had been doing or not.

"How many?" Edmund asked as he sat up, pulling on his boots.

Caspian sighed, "One thousand, at least."

Edmund moved past him out the door to go and get the men he was in charge of. Peter tipped his head to Caspian as he passed.

"They couldn't have waited till morning..." the High King mumbled.

"If you like, I can inform my uncle that he should come back at a better time. ...When you and King Edmund are not so... preoccupied perhaps?"

Peter glared warningly at the older boy. He was not amused by his comment in the least, nor by the sly smirk that adorned the tan talmarine's face, but there were more important matters at hand. The battle with Miraz had now come to their door step so to speak, and Peter intended to meet him head on.

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So there's chapter 1. ; sorry its short. I have a bad habbit of that, but I promise the next one will be longer. It just seemed like a good place to stop and see if people are interested. So comments are always appreciated, and thanks for reading!