Chapter 7- Vroengard

WARNING! This fan fiction contains incest and sexual scenes- not for the faint-hearted! Slash- Galbatorix/ Eragon, and definite Eragon/Murtagh. Don't like it? Tough, don't read it! It is set directly after the battle of the burning plains in Eldest. Compliments and characters to Christopher Paolini- consider Eragon/Murtagh! Thanks for reading- what the hell, read on and see what you think!

Eragon spluttered with laughter. A fleeting look from Saphira silenced him. Murtagh observed him carefully, his expression guarded.

"A god, you say?"

"Dragon Rider, you have not been properly educated. If you come with me, I can promise you fulfilment, education- and the title of king of all Alagaesia."

"Murtagh, are you offering me a place alongside your god?"

"Indeed I am, Eragon Argetlam."

Eragon blinked in surprise. Murtagh had never called him that before, or any honourable name except Rider.

"I am afraid, Murtagh, that you have been poorly educated. I never want the mantle of king, and I already have fulfilment. Brom was the greatest educator there could ever be. I will not serve a false god."

Murtagh looked grim as he answered. "Shame, Rider. We could have been so much, you and me. Now all I have left is force!" He swung Za'roc at Eragon so fast, Eragon only just had time to dodge. He continued to move, moving away from his old blade to save his neck. Murtagh was relentless, weaving his body to the rhythm of his swordsmanship.

Saphira! I need you!

Eragon, you need to talk to him or give up! You cannot kill him!

"Murtagh! Stop!"

The elder man paused, his sword held in mid-air.

"What exactly do you wish of us? Why did you really run from us? Not because of your master, is it? You ran because I desire you!" Eragon said.

Murtagh looked away. "Eragon, I cannot submit to such things. The gods see you and me as warriors, the only capable Riders in existence. I would not be right if I were to begin a relationship with you. Plus, we are brothers and friends. Do not interrupt the balance of things!"

Eragon saw that Murtagh was not about to attack, and ran at him. He pushed him to the ground, kicking Za'roc away and straddled him. Murtagh was surprised to say the least. He glanced around at Thorn and Saphira but they had tactfully disappeared. "Eragon, what-"

Eragon was breathing fast, and stared down at Murtagh's muscled and handsome face. "Now you listen to me. I won't fight you, I won't serve your god but I will act on impulse. Murtagh, I love you." he told him simply.

Murtagh's eyes couldn't get any wider. They flickered from Eragon's expectant face to Za'roc. He rolled over, making him the one atop Eragon. His brown hair dripped into Eragon's eyes, making his heart beat furiously. Murtagh smirked and pulled Eragon's head upwards for a kiss. Eragon melted into his mouth, happily kissing him back, exhilarated by the sheer taste of Murtagh. They grappled roughly with their tongues, and Eragon's hands danced down to Murtagh's belt. Murtagh abruptly pulled away.

"I can't do it, Eragon. I won't do it."

Eragon felt Murtagh shift off him. He sighed in frustration.

"Why is it so important that we don't do anything? You haven't said anything about us being restricted so badly!"

"I'm 18, Eragon, old enough to marry. I'm- I'm betrothed."

Eragon gasped. "No! You can't be! Is your god so horrid he'd force you into marriage?"

"His name is Morgathal, god of fire, and wants me to be content so I'll fight better for him. But he doesn't understand! I will never be content enough to marry- my past ensures that. I don't even like her."

Eragon looked at him with sympathetic pity. "Then why did you ever offer to serve him?"

"He could break the oaths Galbatorix placed. He taught me well so that me and Thorn could be the best Riders. And he truly believes in a peaceful Alagaesia- one not ruled under tyranny. My job was to secure your safety and if I ever got the chance, destroy Galbatorix. Now I have done both of those, he wants you and me to rule Alagaesia together."

"Do you really want that?"

"No. And neither do you. But he is a god and we are simply Riders. We can't resist him."

Saphira! Where are you? We may have to flee!

Coming.

"Then we leave. Forget everything here and leave this land forever."

Murtagh blinked. "Really? You would just drop everything, for me?"

"We are brothers, after all. Let's do it. We shall leave Alagaesia for Vroengard!"

Hmmm… that's not going to fare well with the god. Chapter 8!