Fandom: Narnia (Books - so don't expect it to be like the movies.)
Pairing: Caspian/Edmund
Summary:A slashy version of the book The Voyage of the Dawn Treader – this is not move related. Part 2 of the Kings series – sequel to Kings Comfort. This is SLASH – you have been warned.
Ages: Caspian-20; Edmund-16; Eustace-14; Lucy-14. - I had to work out the ages myself; Yes, I'm aware that these ages are older than the official timeline from CS Lewis, but I'm not gonna write slash about a 12 year old, so I've aged them from the first story (Kings Comfort) and then continued from that. I'll give the ages for each story as I write them.
Disclaimer: The character's belong to CS Lewis. The blame is mine.
Warnings: This is NC17 rated so graphic descriptions of m/m sex.
Author's Note: I wrote the first draft of this story back in 2000, long before the movies were even announced. I've been working on it, on and off, since then and I'm finally close to completing the entire series - there are two more stories in this series after this one.
Kings Love - Chapter 10
Over the next few days Caspian kept his promise of taking things slowly. During the day no one would ever have guessed that they were anything more than friends and Edmund was relieved because he really wasn't ready for anyone (besides Eustace) to know what was going on.
Edmund wasn't so sure about how he felt about the nights they spent in the small cabin though. Eustace was still sleeping in a hammock in the main cabin and nobody seemed to have questioned his explanation of escape from snoring. The first night he'd met Caspian in their cabin Edmund had felt almost sick with nerves but they'd only shared a few gentle kisses before lying on the bunk and going to sleep. The next night had been the same.
The night after that Edmund had surprised himself by trying to deepen their kiss. Caspian had responded for a moment and then pulled away abruptly and Edmund had only just managed to stop himself from groaning with frustration. And all through the next day Edmund had felt a slow burn of hunger in his stomach that eating had not satisfied.
So that night, when Caspian started to pull away, Edmund wrapped his hands around the back of Caspian's head and pulled him closer. For a long, blissful moment Edmund devoured Caspian's mouth before his wrists were gripped firmly and his hands pushed down into the bunk. He looked up at Caspian, bewildered.
Caspian was breathing hard and his gaze searched Edmund's face. Then he smiled.
"Not yet," he whispered.
Then Caspian laid back on the bunk and closed his eyes. Edmund watched his face for a moment and then did the same.
The following day came the battle with the Sea Serpent, where Eustace showed his courage, and Reepicheep his cleverness in getting them to push the Sea Serpent off the ship, instead of attacking it. They lost their beautifully carved stern and exhausted themselves thoroughly but they were triumphant and for the first time in his life Edmund was proud that he was related to Eustace.
That night they broke out the rum and had a celebration. There was singing and after a while some of the crew danced and Edmund laughed loudly when Eustace got up and joined them.
"Oh, I'm so glad." Edmund turned and found that Lucy was sitting on the bench beside him smiling happily. "I'm so happy to see you laughing again," she continued.
Edmund gave her a quick, tight hug, and then tickled her side. She laughed and pushed him away.
"Caspian's happy again too," she said.
Edmund glanced over to where Caspian was leaning against the deck railing, laughing and talking to Rhince, and then nodded his head.
"Yes," he agreed. The small amount of rum he'd drunk had made him feel light-headed and silly and he tickled her again.
"Leave off," she laughed, and then she launched herself into the middle of the dancing crew.
Edmund's eyes wandered back to Caspian, who was still talking to Rhince. That strange burning need was back in his stomach and suddenly, even in the cool night air, he felt too hot. He took another sip of rum but it didn't help.
Edmund looked up again and almost gasped when he saw that Caspian was now alone… and watching him. Even at a distance, Edmund could see the tension in Caspian's body and his eyes seemed to glitter in the flickering torchlight. Edmund's mouth suddenly felt dry and he nervously bit his bottom lip and then shivered as he saw Caspian's lazy smile.
And that really wasn't fair, Edmund thought, that Caspian could smile like that and make the air too thick for Edmund to breathe properly. Struggling to look casual, Edmund took another sip of his rum, licking his lips to moisten them and then his eyes widened as he saw Caspian take a couple of quick steps towards him and then stop, his hand gripping the railing tightly. His eyes seemed to burn into Edmund's and a giddy rush of excitement swept through Edmund as he realised that Caspian was just as affected by the tension between them as he was.
He glanced quickly about the deck but everyone else was still dancing or talking and no one was watching him. Edmund's heart stuttered in his chest as he wondered if he really dared to take the game, which had started so unconsciously on his part, further.
Slowly he stood, still watching the dancers and feeling Caspian's eyes tracking his every move. He drifted towards the railing and stopped just out of Caspian's reach. Then he turned and casually leaned back on his elbows against the railing and finally met Caspian's unwavering gaze.
"You're teasing me," Caspian stated in a soft voice and he smiled that slow, lazy smile that seemed to make Edmund's heart stop. "I can play that game too." Then his eyes left Edmund's and swept a burning glance down Edmund's body. It was a struggle to stand still and it seemed to Edmund that his skin was almost scorched wherever Caspian's eyes lingered as his gaze drifted slowly, so very slowly, back up to Edmund's face. He knew he hadn't a hope of not blushing and sure enough when Caspian's eyes finally met his again he could feel his face flushing with heat.
A part of Edmund wondered what on earth he thought he was doing, playing with fire like this, but another part, the part that kept his eyes locked with Caspian's, was excitedly pushing him to go further. Edmund listened to it, raised his cup to his lips and took another slow sip. As he lowered his cup, he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth savouring the taste of the rum, and he almost purred in triumph as he saw Caspian's eyes darken and focus on his mouth.
"Edmund," Caspian's voice sounded strangely husky. "Do you really want me to kiss you right here? Because if you do that again, I will."
Edmund blinked in surprise and then quickly glanced around the deck, his triumph quickly fading. His mouth dropped open in dismay as he realised that he'd completely forgotten where they were. Luckily, nobody seemed to be watching them and he breathed a short gasp of relief and glanced ruefully at Caspian. Caspian's eyes were still dark and serious and Edmund's heart fluttered.
"You'd better go," Caspian said. "I promise you I won't be far behind."
Edmund's heart seemed to pound in his ears as he tried to walk calmly across the deck, trying not to think about the way he could feel Caspian's eyes still on him. He went straight to the cabin and lit the lamp with shaking hands. Really, what had gotten into him, acting like that in public? Surely he hadn't drunk that much rum.
The door opened and Edmund turned swiftly, meeting Caspian's eyes. The King closed the door gently, locked it, and leaned against it, smiling. His eyes drifted once more over Edmund's body and once more Edmund felt his face flush.
"You really don't know what you do to me when you blush like that, do you?" Caspian asked softly. He took a step forward and brushed a finger over Edmund's mouth. Then he held out the cup of rum that Edmund had left on the railing.
"Do it again," he breathed.
Edmund closed his eyes for a moment, trying to squash the fevered excitement that was rising inside him. He'd never felt anything like this before and he knew that a part of him was frightened of it. He squashed that down too and reached out and took the cup.
Caspian's eyes never left his as Edmund raised the cup to his mouth and took a sip and when he sucked his bottom lip gently into his mouth and out again, it was with a strangely powerful thrill that he heard Caspian actually moan. Then he was pulled into Caspian's arms. He heard the bell-like ring as the cup dropped to the floor but ignored it as immediately Caspian's lips met his in a fierce kiss, demanding and hard, with a faint taste of rum on his lips. Caspian had not kissed him like this, so passionately, since the day they had gone hunting together on Dragon Island and for a moment Edmund froze. Caspian's mouth was already gentling against his when Edmund finally began to respond just as passionately, knowing that he couldn't stand the thought of Caspian pulling away this time. He opened his mouth and felt Caspian's tongue thrust against his and pushed forward answering Caspian's demand with his own.
Suddenly he was pushed gently away and Edmund groaned in frustration but Caspian was already moving and Edmund realised he was being pulled to the bunk. He lay down quickly and tugged at Caspian's hand, eager to feel his lips again. Caspian laughed softly and then lowered himself down beside Edmund, his arms pulling Edmund close.
"Slowly," Caspian breathed and when he lowered his head it was not to Edmund's mouth but to his throat, nipping and sucking in a way that soon had Edmund moaning breathlessly.
When Caspian's lips finally returned to his, Edmund was no longer capable of thought. His only focus was Caspian's mouth, moving against his slowly and deeply, his tongue sliding and tangling with Edmund's in ways that sent dark and lazy waves of desire flowing throughout his body. Edmund was hard now, his erection straining against his hose, and he longed desperately for some sort of friction to ease the need. Still lying on his side, he tried to push against Caspian and he groaned in frustration when Caspian's hand on his hip pushed him away.
Caspian raised his head and smiled and then he sat up and pulled his tunic over his head and threw it on the floor. Before Edmund could even think a coherent thought, Caspian's lips were back on his, hot and hard, and he moaned as he felt Caspian's hands sliding under his own tunic, smoothing over his skin. Edmund reached out tentatively and ran one hand over Caspian's chest, feeling the hard muscle under warm, velvet skin.
Edmund's tunic was now bunched up under his arms and when Caspian tugged at it, Edmund sat up and allowed it to be pulled over his head. Lying down again, he felt strangely shy but when Caspian began to kiss gently along Edmund's collarbone the feeling quickly passed, and he closed his eyes, revelling in the pleasure he was feeling. He ran his hand up Caspian's side, scraping his nails gently against Caspian's skin and grinned to himself when Caspian hissed.
Then Caspian's hand slid from Edmund's hip and he felt something tugging at his hose. Caspian raised his head and looked down at Edmund as if measuring his reaction.
"Let me touch you," the whisper was so soft that Edmund almost didn't hear it and for a moment Edmund was completely confused. Hadn't Caspian already been touching him? Then Caspian's hand brushed his hip, his fingers sliding under the top of Edmund's hose, and Edmund understood. His stomach lurched and he felt his erection twitch as he thought about what it would be like to have Caspian's hand there. Edmund closed his eyes and nodded slowly.
It seemed to Edmund that he couldn't get enough air into his lungs as Caspian's hand slid under his waistband, sliding the fabric down Edmund's legs. Caspian's hand brushed Edmund's stomach, pushing him onto his back so that Edmund could lift himself to let Caspian tug the hose down to Edmund's knees. Then Caspian's hand on his hip pulled Edmund back up onto his side so that he was facing Caspian once more.
When Edmund finally opened his eyes, Caspian's gaze was sweeping along Edmund's body again. Edmund flushed as he realized that he was almost completely naked whilst only Caspian's chest was bare and he shifted nervously. Caspian's eyes immediately met his and he leaned forward and covered Edmund's trembling mouth in a deep kiss, and Edmund gasped into that kiss when he felt a warm, rough hand wrap firmly around his softening erection. The feeling was intense, and suddenly Edmund was on fire again, pushing into Caspian's mouth, pushing into Caspian's hand.
Then Caspian's hand was gone and Edmund felt him shifting on the bunk. Edmund wrenched his mouth away from Caspian's and shocked himself as he growled in frustration.
"Don't stop."
But Caspian's hand was already back and with it something else, something long and hard that slid along his erection within Caspian's hand. Edmund gazed down their bodies and his breath hitched as he realised that Caspian was now as undressed as Edmund, and that he was gripping both their erections in his hand, pumping firmly.
"Oh," he breathed, and Caspian's hand tightened. He moved closer and Edmund could see the muscles in his arm flexing as his hand worked.
Edmund's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as a particularly sharp jolt of pleasure rocked through him. The exquisite pressure was building and he knew he wouldn't last much longer, but he wanted more. He looked at Caspian and saw that his eyes were looking down, intently focused on what he was doing, his lips were parted and he was breathing hard, almost sucking in the air. He looked… beautiful, Edmund thought, and he leaned forward, resting his forehead against Caspian's neck. He licked the skin of Caspian's throat, tasting the salt, and heard Caspian moan his approval.
Another lightning strike of ecstasy surged through Edmund and, without thought, he bit down into Caspian's skin and sucked hard.
"Edmund," Caspian's voice was throaty and deep and shocked and then his whole body stiffened against Edmunds. His hand clenched around their erections and Edmund's toes curled as almost painful bliss surged through his body and he erupted into Caspian's hand.
It seemed to last forever as he slowly came back to himself. He was still being held tightly and Edmund could feel Caspian's gasping breath ghosting over his shoulder.
Eventually Caspian's body relaxed and he collapsed onto his back pulling Edmund down with him. His hand stroked softly along Edmund's side, soothing and reassuring.
"You alright?" Caspian whispered.
Edmund nodded against Caspian's chest, not yet capable of speech. His thumping heart was only just beginning to return to normal. Was he alright? He'd nodded automatically, without thinking, but now he decided he was. Even as numbing lethargy stole through his body, he knew that he would want to do it all again… as soon as possible.
When Edmund woke Caspian was already gone. He stretched luxuriously on the bunk realising that he must have slept late. His mouth was dry and it was when Edmund got out of the bunk to get some water that he found that he was completely naked. Immediately memories of the night before flooded into his mind and he flopped back onto the bunk, blushing hotly.
Really, how in Aslan's name had he behaved like that at the party? He hadn't drunk that much rum surely? Edmund remembered the way Caspian had looked at him as they'd teased each other and shivered. He had to be honest; he'd enjoyed every moment of it, especially what had happened after they'd come back to the cabin. Edmund felt the heat from his face spread down his neck onto his chest and an erection stirred between his legs. He closed his eyes, slid one hand down his body and fondled it gently.
The sound of the cabin door opening made his eyes fly open in horror but before he could move the door was already closed and Caspian was standing over him. Edmund reached for the blanket but the King smiled at him, leant down and pulled it out of his reach. Then he tugged on Edmund's hand so that he was sitting on the edge of the bunk, knelt down in front of him and plastered his lips onto Edmunds mouth. Edmund sighed in contentment.
Still, it was strange to be naked when Caspian was fully dressed and Edmund tugged at the long handkerchief that Caspian had tied around his neck. Caspian pulled away from him, his eyes twinkling into Edmunds.
"I'm afraid that's necessary today," he said.
Edmund blinked in confusion. "What?"
Caspian grinned at him and untied the handkerchief. "Look."
Edmund saw that at the base of Caspian's throat there was a reddish circular bruise marking his fair skin. He frowned. "How did you…?" Then the memory of himself biting into Caspian's skin came to him and he felt his face burning.
"Oh… sorry," he mumbled.
Caspian laughed. "I'm not. But I know you don't really want other people to know about this, so I thought I'd better cover it."
Something about the words made Edmund feel uncomfortable and he gazed at the mark in deep thought.
"What's wrong?" Caspian asked quietly, his arms sliding around Edmund's waist.
"Do you want people to know about this?"
Caspian's lips brushed over Edmund's briefly.
"One step at a time, Edmund," Caspian replied. "Nobody else needs to know… this is between us."
Edmund nodded, deeply relieved. The situation was so new to him, and it had been hard enough having to talk to Eustace about it, the thought of having to do the same with Lucy terrified him.
Caspian pressed close, his tunic brushing against Edmund's bare chest.
"Don't worry about it, Edmund," he whispered into Edmund's ear, and Edmund shivered as Caspian's tongue traced his earlobe. Warm lips trailed softly down Edmund's throat and Edmund couldn't stop himself from moaning softly. Caspian's hands were running smoothly over Edmund's back and sides and he felt Caspian's hair brush his chin as the King's mouth moved to his chest.
Edmund gasped when Caspian's tongue caressed his nipple, the sensation was amazing and a jolt of hot pleasure shot straight to Edmund's groin. He could feel himself getting hard again and he slid forward, rubbing himself against Caspian's stomach. Edmund tugged at Caspian's tunic wishing he could feel his skin.
Edmund felt muffled laughter against his chest and then strong hands grasped his hips holding him still.
"Ah… no you don't," Caspian whispered. "I have other plans for that." Then he stood and swiftly pulled his tunic over his head. In what seemed only a second to Edmund, Caspian had pulled off his boots and hose and was back, kneeling between Edmund's thighs.
For the first time Edmund allowed himself to really look at Caspian's body. His chest was broader than Edmund's own, and where Edmund's build was more lean and wiry, Caspian was more muscular with a fine dusting of golden hair that trailed down to his flat stomach. Edmund felt ridiculously shy looking at Caspian's body and he wasn't sure whether he was regretful or relieved that he couldn't see any further than his waist.
Then Caspian's lips met his in a deep, hungry kiss and Edmund didn't worry about anything anymore.
Caspian's body pushed against Edmund's as they kissed, pressing him back down onto the bunk and when Caspian's stomach pressed down on Edmund's erection, Edmund tore his mouth away from Caspian's. Gasping for breath he was shocked to actually hear himself whimper. Caspian had not stopped kissing Edmund, his mouth trailing over his cheek, down his throat and back to Edmund's chest. Caspian's hands were holding Edmund's waist tight, fingertips pressing into his flesh, as his lips slid over Edmund's chest and down to his stomach. Edmund felt Caspian's tongue swirl into his belly button and he gasped in delight. One of Caspian's hands moved between Edmund's thighs and gripped his erection, the other drifted lower, fingers caressing Edmund's bottom. The pleasure was so intense that Edmund's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his legs began to tremble. It was overwhelming; everything seemed to be happening so quickly that Edmund felt like he was struggling to keep up.
Edmund lifted his head and looked down his body. Caspian was still kissing Edmund's stomach hungrily. His eyes were open, dark and hard and he looked completely focused. For a moment he looked like a stranger and Edmund shivered and tensed, reaching down to push him away. Immediately Caspian raised his head and met Edmund's eyes blankly. Then he smiled his usual smile and Edmund felt like he'd been an idiot.
"I'm sorry. I got carried away," Caspian said softly. "I want you so much. Do you want me to stop?"
Caspian's hand was still stroking Edmund's erection and Edmund shivered again, this time with pleasure.
"No," he said and his voice sounded hoarse.
Again Caspian smiled and then bent his head and swirled his tongue around the top of Edmund's shaft.
"Caspian…" Edmund gasped, so utterly shocked that for a moment his body did not feel what his eyes were seeing. He watched, amazed, as Caspian opened his mouth wide and sucked Edmund's erection in between his lips, and then finally the sensations caught up with Edmund's brain. He flung his head back and his hips jerked upwards. Immediately he felt Caspian's hands holding him down but his mouth did not move away and Edmund was lost. Lost in the feeling of wet heat that surrounded him, lost in the pressure of Caspian's tongue sliding around him.
The tension that was now becoming addictively familiar was building in Edmund's body again. His body tingled and tightened and then the hot pleasure was flowing from him. As his body trembled with it he felt Caspian pull away. Edmund opened his eyes and saw Caspian kneeling above him, saw that Caspian was stroking his own erection, his eyes on Edmund's face, and without thinking Edmund reached out and covered Caspian's hand with his own.
Caspian's eyes widened slightly and then he sank down beside Edmund. Edmund explored with his fingers, the feeling of Caspian's shaft was familiar but different and Edmund wasn't quite sure what to do with it.
"Just do what you'd do to yourself," Caspian whispered, as if he'd read Edmund's mind. "I won't last much longer."
There was a note of tight desperation in Caspian's voice and Edmund suddenly wanted to repay him for all the pleasure he'd given Edmund. He wanted to see in Caspian's face what Caspian must have seen in his only moments ago. Edmund leant up on his side, tightened his hold and began to stroke... and Caspian moaned.
A few seconds later, Caspian grunted and warm liquid flowed into Edmund's hand. He watched Caspian's face, saw his eyes close, saw his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he gasped for air and felt a thrill of triumph that he, Edmund, had caused this.
"I had no idea," he breathed, "that it could be like this. When we were in Narnia before I always wondered why Peter and Susan bothered with this sort of thing. Now I know."
Caspian's eyes opened and he smiled. He reached up and brushed Edmund's hair back.
"How long have you…?" Edmund faltered on the question, amazed that he'd had the nerve to even think of asking. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
"No, Edmund, it's fine," Caspian answered. "I was about your age. Before I left my Uncle's castle." He grinned. "And before you ask, it was with a girl. It was nice but I have to admit that afterwards I did wonder what all the fuss was about. Still, I suppose you could say I had a relationship with her. Who knows, maybe I would have even married her but my Uncle found out and sent her away. I've seen her a few times since, she's married now and has a child."
"Were you in love with her?" Edmund asked, ignoring the sinking feeling in his heart.
Caspian looked thoughtful. "No… I don't think so, but how can one really tell at that age?"
A stab of pain went through Edmund's chest and he swallowed heavily. After all he was that age. Was Caspian trying to tell him something?
He glanced at Caspian's face but the King's eyes were still thoughtful. He looked a thousand miles away.
"So, after that?"
Caspian blinked and his gaze focused on Edmund.
"It all seems so long ago," Caspian said. "So much has happened since." He sighed. "After she was sent away, I met a boy… in the stables," his eyes twinkled in amusement and Edmund couldn't help laughing. "Don't worry, I don't think it was habit forming. That was more… intense…" his voice drifted and he looked thoughtful again.
"What happened to him?"
Caspian didn't answer at first and when he did his voice was bleak.
"He was killed actually, at the Battle of Beruna. I found that out much later. He'd been conscripted into Miraz's army."
"Oh," Edmund didn't really know what to say and he was almost relieved when there was a tap at the door.
"Caspian, are you there?" It was Lucy, and Edmund was extremely thankful that they had started the habit of locking the door.
Caspian grimaced. "Yes, I'm here," he called. "What is it?
"Drinian wants to talk to you. Um… you don't know where Edmund is, do you? He wasn't at breakfast and I can't find him anywhere."
Edmund was frozen with fear. He knew it was absurd but he just couldn't think what to do. Caspian looked at him questioningly and Edmund shook his head.
"Ah… I'm not sure, Lucy," Caspian said, getting up from the bunk. "Tell Drinian I'll be there shortly."
"Alright," Lucy called, and they heard her walking away.
Caspian pulled on his clothes and then dropped a kiss on Edmund's mouth.
"Wait a few minutes after I'm gone," he said quietly. "Then go and get some breakfast." Then he winked. "And remember to put some clothes on."
Edmund rolled his eyes.