After they entered the chamber Caspian had been using, the Prince pushed the door, as he moved away from it to light a candle. As it swung the heavy wood was stopped by the uneven stone floor a few inches from it's frame. The scraping noise pulled Peter's attention from Caspian's back to the floor where he kept his eyes as he spoke.

"What's this about?"

Caspian stayed still. His hands were resting on the desk to either side of the candle, his back still facing Peter.

"Is it... common where you come from?"

"Is what?"

Caspian let out a sigh. He was irritated, but he was doing well to control it.

"To have a relationship with your kinsman?"

Peter sighed. He was tired and wasn't in the mood for this at all. His 'relationship' with Ed was probably just as confusing to him as it was to Caspian. When they had come to Narnia the first time, Edmund had been practically at his throat at every moment. Now he was... well... at him for a much different reason and as ashamed as Peter was to admit it, even to himself, he enjoyed the attention, the contact. He was a teenager after all. 'Perhaps that would be the best way to explain it? After all I don't think we're in love... or-'

"Your Highness?"

"No."

"I see..." Caspian said turning around and stepping closer.

"It's not what you think."

"Is it not? And how is it that you know what I am thinking?" He lifted Peter's chin, his deep brown eyes studying the younger boy.

The paintings in his professor's books certainly did not do the High King justice. He placed a small kiss on Peter's upper cheekbone before tilting his chin up and moving to kiss his neck. He trapped Peter between himself and the wall located next to his bed, kissing and sucking roughly on the junction between his neck and collarbone.

Peter's hand pushed against his upper arm as he shifted. Caspian gently captured his wrist and placed the arm over his shoulder. Moving back for a moment, he did the same to Peter's other arm with little resistance from him. With both arms now out of the way, Caspian had more freedom. He ran his hands down Peter's sides. His thumbs rubbed over Peter's hipbones when he came to them, nudging a leg between the young King's. He glanced up, watching as Peter's eyes slid closed.

"So beautiful." He breathed against Peter's ear, causing the boy to shiver.

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Edmund sat down his cup, looking around. Susan had apparently already excused herself, and Lucy was asleep against a fawn. Peter was also no longer in the dining hall.

"Are you off to bed for the night, your highness?"

Edmund stood, taking one last drink before placing the cup back down and nodding.

When Edmund found their room empty, he got nervous. It wasn't usually something he experienced and he wasn't sure why we was feeling that way now. He quickened his pace as he scanned the dark stone passageways, moving the torch he carried to direct the light. He stopped when he saw a dim light a few feet away streaming through a slightly opened door.

Cautiously, Edmund approached it, and aligned himself to peer into the room. The torch fell with a startlingly loud whoosh, shortly mimicked by the higher pitched drawing of a blade.

Caspian lifted his lips slightly from Peter's. He could feel the cool prick of steel on the nape of his neck.

"Get. Off. Him."

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sorry, short chapter =__= been busy all comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks again for reading! I'll try to update sooner for the next chapter and hopefully a little more action in the next one. xD k i need sleep.