A/N: I'm back after what seems like an eternity. It's been almost a month! I really got to work on that. Anyway, I'm going to turn this into a series. Not sure how many chapters but I do know the last one will be called Cream and be about whipped cream. If anyone has any ideas for the next food item, then tell me in your review! By the way, thanks for the awesome reviews you guys/girls! Never ever thought it would get that many!

I appreciate you all!

Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon nor am I affiliated with its owner Christopher Paolini

Murtagh sighed and massaged his temples in slow steady motions. With narrowed eyes he glared at Eragon to his left, who wasn't paying him any attention, while repeating the words 'I will not cave, I will not cave' like a mantra in his head. You would think, after the last time at least, that Eragon would stop playing games with is damned food! Unfortunately, Eragon wasn't exactly prone to follow logic.

After the incident with the cake, before their respective dragons forgave them but after the moaning, Murtagh had a little discussion with Eragon. He was under no circumstances to play with his food in public places. Yet here they were, at dinner and there was Eragon, dipping his finger in his dessert, custard, and then liking it off. And to put the icing on the cake, no pun intended, he was almost deliberately ignoring the heated glare he was receiving form Murtagh. He was to busy talking to Arya, who was sending the two suspicious glances every now and again.

At first, Murtagh tried to ignore it. It, being Eragon's tongue flickering out swiftly and smoothly to his spoon. When Eragon noticed Murtagh's discomfort however, he abandoned the spoon altogether and just used his finger. He completely ignored Murtagh's not so discrete nudges and glares as well as the occasional uncomfortable shifting in position, a tell-tale sign of his problem. All of this seemed to only spurn Eragon on who would flash a smile his way before returning to ignoring him.

If it wasn't for Murtagh's extremely tempered will and self restraint, he would have either jumped Eragon there at the table, dragged him to their room or ,at the very least, killed the other boy. Murtagh defiantly ignored the strange looks he was receiving and the onslaught of mental comments from Thorn, who found his current situation endlessly funny.

"Murtagh, is something the matter?" Arya asked with furrowed eyebrows "You look upset?"

That unfortunately brought everyone sitting close by attentions focused completely on them. Murtagh rolled his eyes skyward. He wasn't sure who he had killed in a previous life to deserve this but he was sure that karma was a real pain in the ass.

"Oh I'm sure he's fine Arya. Even though he does look like he's having a hard time with something." Eragon said with a slight smirk. He paused before dipping his finger back in the custard and taking a rather prolonged lick.

"I'm fine," Murtagh managed through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure?" Arya asked "You look a little pale."

'That's because all the blood is rushing to other areas' Thorn chimed snidely in Murtagh's head.

Murtagh found himself torn between laughing in sheer despair of the situation and entertaining the idea of murdering Thorn himself. If laughing wouldn't have made him look insane, he would have chosen both.

"I said I'm alright." He tried again, this time more forcefully than before. Eragon was going to pay for this dearly.

"Sorry Murtagh, looks like your stuck between a rock and a hard place. What's really the matter?" Eragon said smirk even wider than before.

Murtagh's glare intensified steadily until he was sure that he was going to burn a hole through Eragon's forehead. What kind of game was he playing at? He was once again reminded why he wanted to starve the other boy. Because if Murtagh and food was involved Eragon would not, no matter where they were, pass up the chance to bother the other boy.

But then again, revenge was a dish best served cold. Murtagh's mind was already working on his revenge. Eragon was going to get it in a way that was quite pleasing, mainly for Murtagh. He would probably regret doing this later but it was going to be worth it in the short term.

"Eragon, can I talk to you in private?" It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

"Whatever you say, Murtagh." Eragon said getting up form his seat

Murtagh, making sure to move as discretely as possible, filtered out behind Eragon.

By the time they were in the hall, Eragon was doubled over in laughter clenching his stomach as if he was going to pass out. Murtagh narrowed his eyes angrily. So the bastard really did think this was all funny. Well, now the ball was in Murtagh's court.

Murtagh smoothly slid an arm around Eragon's waist, whose laughing stopped immediately, and pressed them close. He moved them so that Eragon was pressed against the wall placing his knee in between Eragon's legs. He leaned in close his lips ghosting across Eragon's when he spoke.

"Now, what was that comment about being stuck between a rock and a hard place?" He said teasingly.

Eragon closed the already nonexistent space between them in a hungry kiss. Murtagh placed one hand on Eragon's waist and used the other to hold Eragon's hands in place above their heads. Murtagh opened his mouth so he could deepen the kiss.

"Are you really sure this is a good idea after what happened last time?" Eragon asked panting slightly

Murtagh took the opening to move and place licks and kisses on Eragon's neck and down to the collar bone. He slid his hand so that his thumb was just beneath the fabric of Eragon's pants. Eragon arched his hips a little more in anticipation. Murtagh smirked against Eragon's skin and tugged them a little teasingly. Eragon et out a groan of irritation.

"Murtagh stop teasing." He groaned moving his hips trying to force Murtagh's hand further down.

"I don't know. You did tease me all night. Do really like you right now?" Murtagh said teasingly before taking hard bite of the flesh.

Eragon stuttered something uninterruptible. Murtagh was enjoying this way too much. Eragon tried to form a sentence but all he managed to do was gasp a more. Murtagh plunged his hand into Eragon's pants who bucked his hips accordingly.

"What was that, Eragon? You think we should stop?" Murtagh said sliding his hand away from Eragon's more sensitive areas.

"Murtagh don't you dare!" Eragon growled.

"Eragon are you okay? You look like your having a hard time with something." He said pulling his lips away and removing his hand completely. Eragon let out a groan of frustration.

Murtagh turned and walked away suppressing the laugh that desperately wanted to let out. Now Murtagh could see why Eragon teased him so much. It was nice to be the one in control for a while. He was going to have to do this a whole lot more often, much to Eragon's displeasure of course.

"Murtagh! All right, all right! I'm sorry. I'm done teasing you but can you please finish this.?" He said gesturing with his hands.

In a second, Murtagh pinned Eragon back up against the wall, body up to body.

"Well, I think something can be arranged…"

"Are you two alright? You've been out here for a while- Oh my God."

Eragon and Murtagh's head jerked to see a very amused Arya and a Nasuada who was clearly reeling from shock. Arya's lips had curled into a knowing smirk. Nasuada's mouth had dropped open in disbelief. Murtagh found himself asking one single question. Why the hell couldn't they get any privacy?

"You two, have a lot of explaining to do." Arya said lightly still surpressing obvious mirth.

Well that was really fun to right! Not as good as the first one but I still like it. Don't forget to tell me what you guys think in a review!