A/N: Yay, a Narnian one, I'm working on Chapter two of In Dreams We Weep and it'll be the next thing I update but I needed a little break and decided to write a short little one-shot…at least I'm hoping it'll be short. I wrote this while listening to Can't touch this, Ironically!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia and if I did I'd be dead right now so I couldn't have POSSIBLY wrote this! But I'm not dead (I think) so I don't own Chronicles of Narnia!

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"You're throwing the ball to hard!"

"No I'm not, Peter!"

"Yes, Ed, you are! You're supposed to toss the ball not pelt it!"

"I am tossing it!"

"God, they're fighting again! Do they ever shut up?" Susan said to Lucy, rolling her eyes as they watched Peter throw down his bat and start waving his hands in the air in frustration.

Over the weeks Peter and Edmund's fights had become more childish and frequent and tension was running High in the Pevensie family. They'd argue over the smallest things; Susan and Lucy had even walked in on them arguing over who got to eat the last green bean. Susan, of course, being the sensible one, suggested they split it and they'd just walked away, mumbling about how they didn't want it in the first place.

"No!" Lucy said in response to Susan's (rhetorical) question, laughing when Peter struggled to get the ball out of Edmunds hand and showing him how you're supposed to throw the ball.

"THAT'S what I've been doingyou pinhead!" Edmund screamed.

"Don't call me a pinhead, dumbo!" Peter yelled back immaturely.

"Me! You're the dumb one." Edmund exclaimed.

"I'm not the dumb one, and I'm stronger." Peter bellowed triumphantly.

"Oh yes, Peter, you're so manly." Edmund said in a high pitched voice, putting his hands together, batting his eyes, and doing a foot pop.

"Arrrgggghhhh!" With a frustrated scream Peter leapt on top of Edmund, tackling him to the ground and they began throwing punches at each other.

Meanwhile Lucy and Susan were laughing at them from the hill they sat on. However their laughs turned to gasps when they saw Edmund punch Peter in the gut.

"This seems very serious. Do you think we should stop them?" Lucy said, worry laced in with each word.

"Oh lord, yes I think we should!" Susan said, getting up hurriedly and dashing down the hill.

As they got closer grunting, panting and moaning could be heard and Peter and Edmund were rolling through the grass. Soon, though, Peter had Edmund pinned to the ground, legs around his hips and his hand's holding Edmund's hands above his head. Susan looked at Lucy and they heard over faster, only freeze when the heard a particularly loud moan and saw Peter's mouth sucking on Edmund's neck. Edmund was wriggling under Peter and thrusting his hips up.

Susan's eyes had gone wide and a light flush was coating her cheeks and she abruptly turned, running as fast as she could to the mansion. Lucy, stood frozen in shock, seemed to come to her senses and ran after her sister, eager to get away from the erotic scene that was playing out in front of her eyes.

That night there was no fighting over green beans, Peter and Edmund went to bed without the usual bickering of who was supposed to turn out the light, and a suspicious creaking and thumping could be heard coming from their room.

A/N: Hope you liked it, see it wasn't long.