Passionate Nights
By: Dream Knight
Summary: Murtagh begins a relationship with Eragon that goes outside of friendship boundaries. The time soon comes to tell Eragon of who he really is. Can Eragon face his reality?
Warning: Yaoi/Slash Incest
Prologue
"Eragon, I can't believe you saved me from Galbatorix's hold. You risked your life for me. I can't find a way to repay you enough for what you freed me from." Murtagh said as he rode behind Eragon on Saphira's back. Thorn, his ruby scaled dragon, had been killed by Galbatorix's final attempt to kill both Murtagh and Eragon before being stabbed through his chest. Murtagh had lowered his head in sadness for Thorn's death.
"I can't ask you for anything in return Murtagh; it wouldn't be fair from my part. You have done more than anyone else for me. I'm sure even Saphira would agree" Eragon replied.
Saphira, I need you to take us down in the next forest you see and hunt for yourself. I only have enough for the two of us and you won't fit in the forest so you might have to go and stay somewhere. I know it's much to ask but please, we don't need unwanted attention from anyone aware of the king's death. We both know news spreads very well.
She continued to speed through the sky while searching for a place to land. Who's going to take care of you two? I don't like this idea Eragon. If there are people who want you killed, it's best if I stay. But I still need food and the large enough animals for me to feed on are about two and a half hours. By the time I have to get back, it would be too late, even for me and my beauty sleep so I'll do as you say.
Thank you Saphira. I'm sorry I have to do this to you but I need to talk to him in private. I promise I'll make it up to you. It was another three minutes before a nice forest was in sight. Saphira took a dive and soon landed. Sometimes I forget how fast you really are. Don't do that without notice first, my stomach hurts if I don't get prepared.
Saphira was getting too tired to try and argue and then lowered herself onto her legs to allow Eragon and Murtagh to get their supplies. Take care little one. I hope that this is not to become a habit of leaving me alone at night. Before I leave though, can you heal this scratch I got after leaving the castle?Eragon nodded and headed to the wound. It wasn't much but he would heal it in case it caused Saphira any pain. He focused on his energy and recited the words for healing "Waise heill." Is that better?
Yes, I'll leave you two now for your own business. Good night small one. I'll be back by dawn. With a large flap of her colorful scales, Saphira flew into the sky. It was a sight that was to be admired.
Eragon stared at the night sky and was soon startled by a hand grabbing his shoulder very gently almost caressingly. The sensation of the other's touch warmed him inside. Eragon closed his eyes and the turned around. The hand suddenly removed itself while leaving Eragon wondering why. After opening his eyes, he saw Murtagh. After making sure Saphira was out of mind reading distance he thought to himself: You idiot! Who else could it be?
Some part of him new it was Murtagh while he wished nothing else. In fact, that's why he sent Saphira away, to have a moment alone with Murtagh and his mind fantasies although he wouldn't dare to do anything. Or would he?
Never mind that! I need to see if he's hurt. But… it couldn't hurt too have a little fun. He glanced at Murtagh with his tattered clothes. He had deep bleeding wounds that covered most of his body.
Well that's all for now. I hope you enjoyed and I can only know that through e-mail or reviews. Also, I have another incomplete story which I plan to finish and by seeing which the public wants, I will work towards accomplishing that first. Note: For the people who have read Eldest, in this story, the 'big secret' hasn't been revealed yet. In case I don't update in time, Merry Christmas and a happy new year.