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Warning: Hints of sexual intercourse.

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EDIT (16th of September)

Due to FFNet's regulations, I have edited out parts of this chapter. The link to the unedited version of this chapter, along with the other unedited versions of my stories can be found on my "homepage". The rest of the stories in question will be up shortly.


Chapter XI; A Late Night's Confession

Eragon lay in his bed two hours later. His friends hadn't been able to help him with the mystery that was Murtagh. He had a feeling that they knew more than they let on, but he shrugged it off. If there was something they weren't telling him, then Eragon knew they wanted him to find it out for himself. He had been through the whole ordeal enough times now to know asking for more help wouldn't grant him any.

The clock was nearing 2 am and Eragon wasn't more tired than he had been when he had come home. The second he had stepped a foot inside his home Eragon had run into the bathroom to get rid of the eyeliner. Thankfully Arya had given him some make-up remover to help him get rid of it properly. The next thing that had hit him was the total silence inside the house. Eragon then had remembered that Selena was out of town for the weekend. That had only made him sigh in relieve. The brunet had been quick to change out of the clothes too. He now lay in bed wearing blue drawstring pants and a worn black tee.

Eragon sighed. He had given up trying to sleep 20 minutes ago and had found his i-Pod, planning to listen to music until he fell asleep. After listening to everything he could find that would put his mind at ease, and not feeling more tired at all, he had started to listen to his favourite songs instead. It was then Murtagh's words wormed its way back into his mind.

"Stay away from him Rider. He's bad news."

"I'm just looking out for you."

" … I've always been protective of my friends and family."

" … I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"Love makes you do the strangest things."

"Lucky guy."

Eragon shook his head. He was not going to become depressed just because Murtagh had found someone he could love. The description of his brother's love popped up.

"And he's the greatest person on this earth. He secretly likes to draw, has an alright music taste with a few exceptions and sings pretty well. He's understanding, though a little short-tempered, but I've heard it runs in the family. And he has the cutest pout I've ever seen."

" … Refuses to believe he's actually a good person."

"He sees me alright, just not the way I want him to."

A tear escaped its prison and ran down his flustered cheek. Eragon couldn't help but to remember that the cheek that now was wet was the one Murtagh had stroked so gently.

"What are you waiting for?! Go and get him tiger!"

The brunet frowned. What had that girl meant by that? Surely she didn't believe Murtagh was talking about him, Eragon, did she? Another part of the conversation flashed in his mind.

"You know him Eragon." … "You see him often enough."

Eragon squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the images. Those two sentences wouldn't leave his mind. Brown eyes opened in a flash. Understanding slowly crept into his face. Eragon quietly slipped out of the thin sheets and shut the music off midway through a song. He padded softly over the floor, knowing every place it would creak and skilfully avoided them. When he came to a stop outside Murtagh's door however, he felt the unease come back. His heart began to beat faster and his breathing became laboured. He swallowed down the discomfort and leant in to listen in for any sounds.

The other side of the door seemed quiet. Eragon breathed out in relieve. It was at that moment that the sounds of someone shifting around slipped through the keyhole. When no new sounds came Eragon nodded to himself and opened the door an inch. The brunet peeked inside, seeing only darkness except for the slimmer of moonlight from the slight opening of the curtains. A lump lay on the bed, its back to the door. Eragon thanked whoever was listening that Murtagh was alone.

"Eragon?"

The brunet in question jumped slightly when Murtagh's voice groggily called out to him.

"Yeah, it's me bro. Can I come in?" Eragon asked softly.

Murtagh sat up, bed sheets slipping down from his upper body. It was hard to see but Eragon just knew that Murtagh hadn't in fact been sleeping. The older teen was just as awake as he was.

"Sure. If you've come here at this hour it must be important." Murtagh answered, his voice husky from misuse and something else Eragon couldn't place.

Eragon padded over the floor and sat down on the bed. Murtagh sat up straighter, eyes coming to rest at this little brother. A leg peeked out from under the sheets, clad in black pyjama pants. The muscular chest was clothed in a dark tank top.

"What is it brother?"

Eragon cleared his throat.

"I've been thinking." He began quietly. "And… I've decided that I owe you something."

Murtagh was gazing at him questionably. Eragon gulped. He moved closer, making sure never to properly look Murtagh in the eyes. If he had believed wrong, it was much easier to back away if he didn't look directly into those hazel orbs. Suddenly Eragon was close enough to touch. Eragon tipped his head to the side and gently put his lips to his brother's.

Murtagh remained unresponsive for the few seconds the younger brunet dared to hold the contact. When Eragon pulled away he managed for a second to meet Murtagh's eyes. They were wide with unseen emotions. Eragon backed away and looked down in his lap.

"Now we're even."

"I… since when?" Murtagh asked confusedly.

"Since Arya's dare. We're even." Eragon murmured and made to stand up.

Murtagh wouldn't let him however. Eragon let himself be pulled down to sit on the bed again. The dark haired teen's face was hard, eyes searching for something in Eragon's expressions.

"Are you fucking with me brother?" Murtagh asked in a firm tone.

Eragon shook his head.

"I've thought it through and obviously came to the wrong conclusion. I'm sorry Murtagh." He hung his head. "Just let me go."

"Wrong conclusion? I'm the one who can say that for sure. What's your conclusion?"

Eragon still refused to look in his brother's direction. He needed to get away. How could he have been foolish enough to think that the older male returned his feelings?

"That the one you were talking about was me. That the one you had feelings for was me." Eragon admitted finally.

"Why did you kiss me Eragon?" Murtagh asked softly.

"Because I hoped that you loved me like that. Because I've wanted to do it for so long." Eragon looked up then, eyes clouded with emotions. "Because I love you like that."

Murtagh sighed. Hazel eyes closed for a moment. Eragon felt the second tear of the evening slip down his cheek. He had thought wrong.

"Eragon? Eragon, look at me!"

The brunet felt his chin being lifted up. His eyes met Murtagh's. A calloused hand brushed away the salt wetness from his cheek. Eragon sniffed quietly. The other of Murtagh's hands cupped the back of his neck. The hand that had caressed the cheek slipped down to support the chin again. Then Murtagh leaned forward. The kiss was just as soft as the first one Eragon had received, but this one stole his breath away.

Murtagh broke the contact almost regrettably.

"Never think you're right without asking for the correct answer first." He muttered against Eragon's lips. "I do love you, goddamnit. I'm fucking in love with you."

Eragon felt his breath hitch. What had he just said?

"And don't you dare to call me a liar. I bloody well know what I feel." Murtagh said with finality.

Eragon chuckled softly.

"How long?" He murmured.

"I lost count after I moved in with you and mother." Murtagh said with a laugh. "And you bro?"

"A year and a half, give or take a few months." Eragon admitted soberly. "What will the others say?"

Murtagh sighed and pulled him tightly against him. Eragon leaned heavily onto the comfortable chest.

"Our friends understand us at least. We'll have to tell mother and the others sometime later. I'm sure Selena will understand."

"How? This isn't just wrong, it's against the law!" Eragon complained into his brother's top.

"In just a year and a few months you'll become legal." Murtagh murmured. "Then they can't say anything unless they arrest us. And if it is to be so, we can run away. We can flee to somewhere where they don't know us and change our names. That way we can stay together without them knowing that we're related."

Eragon sniffed quietly.

"You've really thought this through." He said with a laugh.

"Not really, I just cooked this up right now." Murtagh said with a shrug. "But if it ever comes to it, it's at least something of a plan."

Eragon practically purred when Murtagh began to massage his scalp. Murtagh smirked.

"Sensitive scalp brother? I'll have to remember that."

They laid down, Eragon cradled in Murtagh's arms, for many minutes, just enjoying each other and the silence

"This isn't just a dream, is it?" Eragon muttered after a while.

"No. But if it is then I don't ever want to wake up." Murtagh answered.

Eragon snuggled closer into the embrace. He leaned his head back and looked up into his brother's face.

"God, I can't believe that you love me." Murtagh uttered affectionately. "Whatever did I do to deserve your love?"

"Probably the same as I did to deserve yours."

Murtagh laughed loudly. He leant down and kissed the pouting lips softly. When Eragon opened his eyes after the contact ended, he was looking straight into Murtagh's hazel orbs. A flash went through them and Eragon shivered. The older brother licked his lips and kissed the other again.

This kiss was much more passionate. Eragon leaned into it eagerly. Murtagh's hands wove themselves into Eragon's hair, holding him in place. The younger brunet let his hands caress the broad chest as the kiss continued. Murtagh groaned.

"You should stop me before it becomes too much Eragon. I don't know for how long I can control myself."

"And if I don't want you to hold back?" Eragon questioned. "I've waited for this for a long while. Who knows when we'll have a moment alone again?"

"Good point." Murtagh said as he stole another kiss. "But please, just stop me if I go too far."

"Alright."

They kissed again. Murtagh opened his mouth a little into the kiss, licking Eragon's lower lip. Eragon opened his mouth to let the foreign muscle in. The kissing turned heated from there. Somehow, Murtagh managed to get Eragon on his back, leaning over him as they continued to snog. They broke apart and the dark haired one was quick to pull off the black t-shirt, throwing his own tank away at the same time. Hands explored their partner, first shyly then becoming bolder. Eragon was still however pretty shy, but Murtagh had no problems with encouraging him.

Their lips were soon becoming red from their furious kissing. Their cheeks were flushed and their breathing was laboured. Murtagh's hands travelled down the younger male's chest, coming to rest at the top of the pyjama pants. His fingers began to play with the string holding the pants up.

"Are you sure Eragon?"

Eragon sighed quietly. He stared into his brother's eyes determinedly.

"Yes. I want to go all the way." He whispered.

Murtagh kissed his forehead tenderly before his calloused hands slipped below the waistline. Eragon felt a new flush enter his cheeks as the hands came in contact with his hard flesh. Murtagh's mouth began to kiss his neck, stopping up to nip a few places. Then his hands started to move.

"Tag!" Eragon groaned.

Murtagh continued to pleasure his love, continuing to kiss the slender neck. His lips soon reached the chest area, and he licked a tanned nipple. Eragon leaned into the touch and moaned.

When Eragon was sure he was about to come, the pants were pulled completely off him. Eragon panted and looked down to see what was going on. Murtagh looked up at him as he fished out a small jar from his night table.

"Just relax Eragon. It will hurt in the beginning but I promise it will get better." Murtagh said softly, kissing a hipbone.

Eragon nodded in understanding.

But he couldn't stop himself from tensing up. At Murtagh's whispers for him to relax, he slowly did.

"Are -"

"If you ask me one more time if I'm sure, I'll kick your goddamn ass Murtagh." Eragon panted.

Murtagh chuckled.

"Fair enough." He said throatily.

The younger brunet couldn't help but to stare when Murtagh shed his own pyjama pants. Eragon had seen bits and pieces from trips to the swimming hall and to the beach, but nothing was like the view he had now. He swallowed when he saw the size of his brother.

"Don't worry. Just give me the sign and I'll stop." Murtagh said soothingly.

Eragon nodded again. The first seconds were nothing but painful. Murtagh leaned over him and laced their fingers together. A tear slid down Eragon's cheek. He cursed himself silently for the third tear that night.

"Still alright?" Murtagh murmured affectionately.

Eragon opened his eyes again. He couldn't remember when he had closed them and didn't care. Murtagh was looking down at him with so much love that he forgot the pain. The brunet nodded. The older squeezed his fingers.

Eragon winced. It hurt so goddamn much. He was then very surprised when a wave of pleasure went through him.

"Is that it?" Murtagh asked in a groan. "Damn, you're tight."

"Is that what?" Eragon gasped.

When Murtagh did that again, Eragon moaned.

"Does that hurt?"

"Fuck no." Eragon rasped.

Murtagh grinned.

"There will be a lot more of that." He promised.

The couple continued to move together, more in sync now. Groans, moans and the occasional creak echoed through the room. A loud moan and a gasp later and the room fell silent.

The dark haired male lay down beside him afterwards. Eragon let out a small sound of surprise when he was pulled against Murtagh's chest. He quickly settled into it and yawned. Murtagh put his chin on top of his head and murmured good night. The younger male answered with the same words. Soon their breathing evened out and they fell asleep.


A/N So, what did you guys think? It was worth the wait, right:lol: Now as you probably all remember this is the second last chapter. Next week will be the last instalment in Victims Of Love. I feel so sad for finishing this story. It has been by my side for so long, and now it's done. :sigh:

After VOL however I have much more in the Eragon fandom to give to you! The problem is what to post first. XD But since I'm stuck in a near permanent angst-mood I think I have just the right treat for you!

I will give you guys a little spoiler on it, as I have nothing else to do. :laughs: It's AU and of course a story between our two favourite guys. This time there's actually a POV from Taggy! It's angst and just short enough for me not to cut it in half… I think. :sweatdrop: More about that in the next chapter, or just stick around after VOL is done!

That is all for now. Until next time.