An- Well here we are again! See this wasn't as long as a wait. Also, I'm going to start making these longer!(Which I think I've accomplished) But do you feel like i relied to heavily on talking? As always review and enjoy.

Disclaimer- Same as always. I don't own Eragon or affiliated with it in anyway. I am not doing this for profit or personal gain.

Warnings- Incest and Male/Male Romance. Flames will, as always, be ignored.

The scenery was breathtaking. The world seemed as if it was taken directly from a daydream and held a beauty that couldn't be replicated in reality. A soft breeze filtered past, the only disruption in an otherwise perfect picture. Murtagh took in a deep breath. The air was sweet and hypnotizing. He felt like he could dream there forever.

"Murtagh…"

The voice was whispered and like the breeze, was there and gone before Murtagh could wrap his mind around it. It was familiar and almost tangible, yet it remained just outside of his grip. The voice was playful and tempting. It was full of false and bittersweet promises that Murtagh reluctantly gave into. Unconsciously, he could sense a presence descending into his subconscious.

"Murtagh…" The voice repeated a ghostly echo of it's self. This time it was louder and he could tell more about it. The voice was male and someone he knew, but whom? A pair of arms wrapped themselves around him. He wanted to turn and see who the voice belonged to but his body refused to take orders. The voice laughed at his struggles.

Murtagh allowed himself to relax into the embrace. It was comforting and his troubles were soon filtering away. He couldn't grasp onto his own thoughts. There was someone important he was forgetting. The harder he tried to focus his thoughts, the faster they slipped from his grasp. Panic was growing in his chest and the beautiful surroundings were blurring.

Murtagh struggled to sit up but the embrace of the mysterious man turned into a cobra like grip and he felt paralyzed.

"Isn't this what you wanted Murtagh?" It hissed, "Love is such a dangerous thing. It is sweet and blinding and false. You can't gain something for nothing and happiness is unbelievably expensive but, if you die, you could have eternal bliss. Tell me, Is Eragon worth your life?"

A numb cold settled in his stomach. The voice was his. The embrace too belonged to himself and he could not escape it. It was part of him.

Murtagh tried to find his own voice, his mouth making the motions for speech yet no sound escaped. The grip tightened and Murtagh felt his bones began to crack. The air was being crushed forcefully from his lungs and all thought and reason faded before the mind numbing pain. It was everything. Fear was the only thing that kept him conscious when he wanted to blackout from the pain.

Just when Murtagh felt oblivion calling to him, it was all gone. The scenery, the sweet wind and the killing, crushing grip all vanished. The near death was the better alternative to what he now saw because before his eyes was a hell.

The air reeked of burnt flesh and death in place of the once perfume scented air. The peaceful countryside was replaced by a nightmarish plain. The ground itself was scorched and dying and the air was filled with the screeches of the damned. All around him was pain and death.

The atmosphere seemed to tingle with negativity and resentment. It was bearing in on his senses and overwhelming him. It was crushing Murtagh from all sides. Pain. Anger. Hatred and envy. He snapped his eyes shut in a vain attempt to block out all that was wrong. The hell around seemed to have burned its' way into his very core and no matter what he could not escape it.

Something over took him and he blindly rushed forward into the hell that surrounded him. He fled the horror and negativity that seemed to permeate form the air.

"What's the matter Murtagh?" A new voice asked. He could recognize it. A voice he longed to hear in reality as well. Eragon.

Murtagh stopped running and opened his eyes. He had reached the edge of his hell and there just beyond where the ground broken was Eragon. He stood calmly despite their surroundings.

"Isn't' this what you wanted Murtagh? Love is warm and true and comforting, but it isn't easy to come by. Tell me in truth, are you willing to go through hell and back for love? Tell me; am I worth your pain?"

Eragon walked over to him. He stepped over the chasm that separated them and dream Murtagh close. Despite the hell around them, Murtagh felt himself once again drawn into a sense of security. Eragon smiled and then with Zar'roc in hand ripped him in two.

Murtagh awoke a silent scream escaping his lips. He had yet to open his eyes for fear he was still dreaming. There was a heavy yet warn pressure against his chest, and it felt too similar to his nightmare for Murtagh too want to discover the truth.

Hesitantly, Murtagh opened his eyes and was partially relived to find himself back in Eragon's room, collapsed on the floor. The weight he had felt against his chest was Eragon who was apparently unconscious.

The memories came rushing back to him. The pain had occurred as a result of Murtagh trying to break the spell that had chained Eragon. The only question was why. He had placed the seal in the first place. Murtagh had chosen one he knew how to break on purpose. So what happened?

Murtagh tried to move his arms. They felt heavy and detached as if they were never truly apart of his body. His system was apparently still in shock. The only felling that remained with him was a slight burning sensation on his wrist and a dull ache in his skull.

Eragon stirred on Murtagh's chest before slowly drifting into consciousness.

"What the hell did you do!? I swear every time I think I can trust you…"

"I didn't do anything! It was basic! I'm not sure how I messed up." Murtagh yelled defensively. "If I was going to harm you I would like to think that I have to brains to make sure it didn't hurt me too."

Eragon scoffed. "Of course you would. Then again, if you had the brains you would have never 'messed up' in the first place!"

"Don't dare talk to me about brains Eragon. After all, who's the genius who captured in the first place?" Murtagh spat

"In that case, who is the genius who BETRAYED ME!?"

Murtagh's face darkened and his voice came out like ice. "Don't even start that right now Eragon. I don't want to hear it."

"Heh, of course you don't want to hear it," Eragon laughed "You never want to hear how your actions have hurt other people. You never want to hear about how much hatred you've earned."

Murtagh forced himself to calm down. Arguing with Eragon never got anywhere and it wasn't exactly helping his cause. "It's kind of hard to believe how much you hate me when you're still lying on my chest."

Eragon leaped up as if he had been burned. All notion of previous injury had been forgotten as if had never happened. Furious, Eragon stormed to the far side of the room, putting as much distance as possible between him and Murtagh. Murtagh could feel the anger searing from Eragon.

Murtagh slowly pulled himself to stand and immediately regretted his decision. A wave of nausea passed over him and he fell back hard on the floor.

Murtagh groaned. He really didn't have the energy. His thoughts were barely coherent and he felt himself fading back into slumber. Eragon's voice was becoming bleary and his vision was swimming in and out of focus.

Eragon immediately rushed back over to Murtagh and pulled Murtagh close to him. The second Eragon closed the gap between them, the nausea passed and Murtagh found he was back to normal. Panting slightly, Murtagh allowed a smirk to grace his features.

"Ah Eragon! All this time I thought you didn't care and yet here you are rushing to my side."

Eragon visibly darkened and his face contorted into a frown. Despite the grimace Eragon still didn't let Murtagh go.

'He looks like a kid when he frowns' Murtagh thought to himself. Murtagh felt sick again as a wave of anger passed through him as if it was a physical blow.

"What did you just say?" Eragon hissed.

Confusion washed over Murtagh. In response to Eragon, Murtagh gave him a look all the while thinking to himself, 'I didn't say anything.'

Eragon visibly paled. "It's finally happened. You've driven me insane. I'm hearing voices." Murtagh was blasted with another wave of emotion.

A slow realization dawned onto Murtagh as he slowly began to understand what had happened to them. It was Murtagh's turn to pale. Taking a quivering breath he tried to force himself to be calm. Doing the best he could, Murtagh immediately tried to block his thoughts from Eragon.

As soon as their connection was near breaking, Eragon doubled over grasping his head in pain. It was as if someone was slowly driving a needle through his brain. Sensing his mistake, Murtagh opened up his mind and was relieved when Eragon returned to normal.

"Eragon, I don't know how to say this but I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

Still recovering from the mental blow, Eragon was slow to answer. Something in Murtagh's voices screamed a silent warning. Sitting up straight he looked Murtagh square in the eye. "Start with the good news."

"Well, I managed to break the seals on your magic and you should be able to communicate with Saphira again on the other hand…"

"What did you do?!"

"The spell had a failsafe. Breaking the link on you made it reconnect your mind to the nearest object. I was the nearest object."

Before Murtagh had even finished his sentence he felt the backlash. Eragon was radiating fury and Murtagh thought he was going to split in two. He fell from away from Eragon and convulsions spread through his body. Murtagh's vision panned out and everything blurred into shades of white and gray. Just when the pain became most unbearable, everything turned numb except for a soft and warm pressure against his lips.

It was soft and firm possessing untold passion and at the same time was chaste and innocent. And as soon as it started it was over. Eragon slowly pulled away as the gravity of the moment sunk in.

Both of them froze in their spots afraid to move. Murtagh, half-sitting half-lying in Eragon's arms and Eragon, both arms wrapped protectively around Murtagh and still leaned in close. There was a shaky breath shared between the two of them.

Then everything unfroze.

Saphira staggered to her feet. The pain had stopped and an eerie calm had settled all around her. Thorn was lying on his side not to far away. He let out a low groan before he too stood. He seemed fine for a second before he crashed to the ground.

Rushing to his side, she gently nudged him to check if he was okay.

"Ah, Saphira! It's so nice to know you care."

She glared at him before slow growl began to escape from her throat.

Thorn let out a amused snort before becoming serious. Saphira sensing the gravity of the mood, focused her attention on the strange events that had occurred.

"Do you feel strange, like there is another voice in the back of your head? I can sense Murtagh but there is something else just out of my reach. What about you?"

"H mm, this is the first time I have been able to sense Eragon in days! But there is something off. I can't put my finger on it, yet it's like our bond has become stretched out."

Suspicious, she reached out further in the link poking and prodding in search of answers. Somehow, Saphira knew who it was. She couldn't place a name on it, she couldn't place a face on it yet something was there. Somehow, it knew her as well.

Reaching out further with her mind, she could feel it approaching her as well. The entity seemed to split into two. One was separated and phased out while the was other reaching out to her as well.

There minds touched and Saphira was overwhelmed with emotion. It was breathtaking. The others thought's put Saphira at ease. Almost immediately she knew who it was.

'Thorn how is this possible?'

'I'm not sure but I'm sure this won't end well. I'm sure we'll adjust but with those two...' Thorn's tone was laced with dry humor.

'What do you mean?' Saphira asked warily

Thorn let out another amused snort. 'How would you feel if you had your mind connected with your enemy? I'm sure Eragon is going to be thrilled. It should be fun to watch...'

Despite her self Saphira burst into laughter.

'Are you suggesting we spy on them? Are you sure that's a good idea? I doubt they'll be pleased when they find out.'

Thorn forced a straight face bit his eyes were alight with humor. 'Yes because after all, they pose such a threat when irritated. Of course they might be more dangerous if we weren't more than twice their size.'

Then everything unfroze.

Eragon dropped Murtagh and scrambled to put as much distance between them as possible. He sat there slightly dazed mumbling to himself in disbelief. Murtagh was still on the ground staring at Eragon disbelievingly. Slowly a smirk split his features and broke into a full fledged smile.

"You know Eragon, if this is how you hate people, I can't wait to see what love is like." Murtagh's smile did the unthinkable and grew even brighter. "Admit it Eragon you feel something for me."

Eragon rose to his feet disbelief long gone. "It was a fluke and I panicked. There was no emotion whatsoever."

Murtagh's smile was still firmly in place. Murtagh raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because in case you forgot," he said tapping his own head, "I know everything you feel. Everything. Like right know you're not angry at all. You're embarrassed. And during that kiss, you weren't angry you were worried. I somehow doubt you would be worried if you truly hated me."

Eragon flushed pink and turned his head away to avoid Murtagh's gaze.

"Shut up Murtagh! Stop talking to me like you know me! Stop trying to ignore the truth. There can't be an us."

Murtagh scoffed and his smile faded. "Why not? You won't even give me a chance. Is it because of what i did? I really can't keep apologizing for that. But I promise you if you give me a chance I won't let you down. ...damn I sound sappy."

Eragon chuckled. "At least you sound convincing."

Murtagh's smile returned full force. "Does that mean you're giving me a chance?"

Before Eragon could answer, he was pulled into Murtagh's embrace. Eragon's face flushed pink again and he was glad his face was hidden from Murtagh's view.

"You're embarrassed again. You seem to keep forgetting I can feel your emotions."

Eragon's flush turned a darker shade. "You seem to keep forgetting that I can read your mind. Do you really think I'm gorgeous when I blush?"

"Mm you have no idea." Murtagh laughed before pulling Eragon as close as possible to him. There was absolutely no room between them.

"Pervert!"

"I didn't say anything!" He was still laughing and was relishing in the physical contact.

"You thought it you ass! You are never going to do that! Not to me!"

Murtagh's laugh grew louder and it echoed throughout the entire room. "So is it okay for me to do that to someone else? You know Galbatorix was tossing suitors down my throat not to long ago. I'm sure one of them would love for me to do that to them."

Murtagh winced as he felt what was surprisingly like jealousy radiate from Eragon.

"Calm down. I only have room for you. After all, you look so good when you blush."

Murtagh smirked as he felt embarrassment from Eragon. Murtagh had very rarely seen Eragon embarrassed before and it was nice to know he was the only one who could make Eragon blush. He was finally getting his chance with Eragon and he was not going to waste it.