Part 2: Passion

Part 2: Passion

Disclaimer: Again I must say that Chrisy P (who owns Eragon and Eldest, along with the characters mentioned) should consider a MurtaghxEragon pairing…no pressure though…

Okay, last chappy was the more serious of the two, this one will be humorous and chalk full with torture, although it's not as bad as you might think. I can't really call it torture, even though Eragon would disagree. He is currently devising a way to slowly and painfully kill me from the inside-out…talk about torture, yeesh! Expect OOCness…

A tingling wave of pleasure awoke Eragon. He blinked as his vision adjusted and he heard snickering nearby. He felt hands on his bare skin where mind-numbing pleasure radiated. He involuntarily groaned and then slapped his hand over his mouth while jolting up, panting slightly.

Murtagh and Roran burst out laughing, rolling on the ground. Eragon's face burned red with embarrassment and rage as he glared at the last of his family members.

They eventually stopped to grin at him before a mischievous smirk graced their features. Eragon became extremely uneasy at this as they leaned toward him, fingers ready to…tickle??

"AHAHAHA! STOP! HA! THAT TICKLES! QUIT! HAHAHAHAHA!" Eragon squealed as they tackled him and started tickling him all over. He tried to move their hands away but they would just return to their place or move to a new one.

As he lay upon the ground practically being tickled to death, Eragon noticed that Saphira and Thorn still weren't back yet.

"Ok seriously stop. EEK!" he squeaked and they laughed again.

"You should have heard yourself last night, 'Agon. It was hilarious." Murtagh said with a wicked grin. Eragon gulped; no doubt he had managed to embarrass himself…AGAIN!

"Yeah, you kept groaning and saying some pretty interesting stuff, I'll admit I didn't know you had it in you." Roran sniggered.

Eragon flushed a deeper red and covered his face with his hands.

The two boys howled with laughter as Eragon again cursed them to hell and back. Then suddenly they were quiet. Eragon sneaked a glance and saw them whispering to each other.

'Not cool…' he thought and slowly began to slink away- that is, until Murtagh (without even looking in his direction) grabbed him and held him in place- so instead he crossed his arms and waited.

"…yeah, I know all his spots, just hold him down and try not to die with laughter. He makes really weird noises, even weirder than this morning." Eragon caught Roran saying and immediately tensed.

He scrambled around but was held in place by Murtagh who was looking expectantly at Roran who grinned at Eragon and slid his hand up his leg.

Eragon bit his lip as his cousin's hand neared his dick where unfortunately he was-

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP STOP STOP!! NOOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Eragon screamed with laughter while the boys chuckled with amusement.

After a moment Roran moved upwards, sliding his hand up Eragon's chest and then quickly sliding it down, making the boy shudder, but he bit his lip to prevent any sounds from erupting.

Then Roran tickled his sides and Eragon Eeped! before struggling to get away but couldn't move much. With a wicked grin Eragon dreaded, he slid his hands up his sides sensually, making Eragon's eyes flutter and his throat close up as he tried to restrain the moan.

Roran continued while both boys looked down at the younger expectantly, but to no avail. Roran frowned.

"Fine, I didn't want to have to do this, but you've forced me to, cousin." Roran said and Murtagh's curiosity was piqued as Roran slid his hands up Eragon's neck. Eragon narrowed his eyes and bit his lip harder, drawing blood as he squirmed.

Murtagh watched with astonishment as Roran held Eragon's shoulders down while leaning in to suck on the younger Rider's neck.

"Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm." They were rewarded with a moan as Eragon closed his eyes in ecstasy. Roran glanced at Murtagh who proceeded to slide his hand down Eragon's chest sensually as the boy groaned more and arched his hips.

A loud roar startled them all as Roran sat up and Murtagh whipped around to where the noise came from. Eragon, who was panting by now (yes, again), gasped as he recognized Saphira's angry call.

"Saphira!" he cried and struggled.

"Wait, you probably don't want to get involved." Murtagh warned.

"But what if Thorn is hurting her!" Eragon exclaimed.

"You should be more concerned on whether we're gonna hurt you." Roran said darkly.

Eragon gulped but looked worriedly at where the sound came from, hoping that Saphira wasn't suffering. He mused that technically they weren't really torturing him, but that things could get pretty bad if he said or did one wrong thing.

"Now what should we do?" Murtagh asked after a silent pause.

Roran sat with his hand on his chin as if thinking-while still straddling the naked Eragon- while Murtagh absently petted Eragon's head.

"Could I at least get some clothes on? It's kinda cold out here ya know…"

Arya twitched but otherwise remained motionless as she stared into the pool of water watching the scene take place.

"Oi! Are you watchin' porn or somethin'? Wait a second, is that Eragon!? What's he doin' in a porn!?" Orik yelled as he walked up behind her.

The Elf Princess fell over and sweat-dropped anime-style (don't ask it looks funny if you imagine it).

"I honestly have no idea what's going on, I scryed Eragon and…this appeared!" she replied.

"Well turn it off! I don't wanna see him like that…wait a second…why were you even watching!? Do you secretly like Eragon!? I KNEW IT! ARYA LIKES ERAGON!" Orik screamed and ran off while yelling the last line to anyone he met.

Arya twitched again and ran a hand over her face. 'Note to self: Never let Orik drink faelnirv ever again…'

"That's it!" Roran exclaimed and snapped his fingers.

"Eh?" Eragon said uneasily.

"Can I do it this time? I know a few tricks that you don't even know!" Murtagh said.

"Ohhhh no you don't! That's our secret! Don't you dare!" Eragon shouted before he caught himself.

Roran raised an eyebrow and glanced from Eragon to Murtagh expectantly, but Eragon looked away while Murtagh shrugged sheepishly.

"I told you not that hard!" Saphira yelled.

"Well how else should I do it? We're dragons! We're tough!" Thorn replied angrily.

Saphira snorted and smoke came out of her nostrils as she crossed her arms. She was sitting upright glaring at Thorn who was sitting across form her rolling his large eyes.

In the middle of them was a pointed stick about two or three feet long.

"Yes but you twisted, did you want to hurt me? If you would have just pulled it out quickly in the first place instead of beating around the bush I might have been able to forgive you." She said.

"Well excuse me for trying to help!" Thorn retorted.

"You were the one that made me fall on it in the first place! It's your fault!" she screeched.

"Argh! Why are she-dragons so difficult!? All you do is nag and if you don't have your way then no one deserves to be happy! It's a miracle Eragon can put up with you!" Thorn yelled.

"Well he's a girly-boy, and he 'puts up with me', as you so crudely put it, because if he didn't I'd bite his head off!" she told him.

"Oh really? Which one?" he asked sarcastically and had to duck a clawed forearm as Saphira swatted at him.

"Besides, if you killed him you would die as well. So really he doesn't have to put up with you." Thorn added.

"Thorn dear, you know what it's like, I know all his secrets just like you know all of Murtagh's, I could use that to his disadvantage. I could also knock him around until he understood who was boss, you see? He wouldn't dare stand up against me. Besides, we are friends after all." Saphira explained.

Thorn snorted. "Only a female would think of something so cunning and treacherous. With all your trickery and loopholes, you can beat a man with words alone! I don't trust you…" he said.

Saphira smirked. "You shouldn't, just like I don't trust you. Now, your Rider is torturing my Rider and I would like to see the end of that. Excuse me." She said and began to walk away.

But Thorn got in front of her. "Oh no you don't. You aren't goin' anywhere so long as I'm here to stop you." He said warningly.

"You were the one that said I could beat a man with words alone, would you like to experience that type of beating?" she asked mock-sweetly.

He growled and walked towards her, making her back up into the clearing they were in.

"I'm not so easily beaten, Oh Blue One." He growled through clenched teeth.

"Neither am I, Red Scales." She replied in same.

"Guys, I'm really worried about Saphira." Eragon said, glancing at the area where they heard her roar earlier.

"I told you to worry more about yourself, I'm sure she's fine, right Murtagh?" Roran said.

"Yeah, Thorn wouldn't hurt her unless we were in a battle. Maybe they're just…having fun." He said with an odd look.

The other two boys had disgusted expressions until Eragon recovered.

"No Murtagh, that roar meant she was hurt." He told him.

"Maybe she fell or accidentally hurt herself? But if something is going on between them, I'd rather not barge into the middle of it. Now, where were we?" Murtagh asked.

"Uhh, you were gonna make me breakfast 'cause I'm hungry." Eragon said with hopefully a convincing smile.

Roran opened his mouth to most likey argue against that when his own stomach growled, as well as Murtagh's. Eragon let out a small sigh of relief and mentally wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I guess we should start breakfast eh?" Roran said to Murtagh.

"Yeah, we have a big day ahead of us." The other replied with a smirk.

Eragon looked up at them fearfully and gulped.

"You're right, it's just getting started." Roran agreed with a wicked grin. He got off of Eragon and pulled him up, making him stumble forward onto his chest where he held him there.

"I really need some clothes on right now guys…it's kind of chilly." Eragon said.

Roran sighed. "Fine, we put them over there." He said and motioned to a tree on the opposite side of the camp.

Eragon scowled but made his way over. His clothes were hanging upon a branch that was unfortunately too tall for him to reach, which of course was on purpose since one of the other much taller boys put his clothes there.

They watched and laughed as he tried to jump up and get it, then grit his teeth and grab a blanket before settling on the small log they set by the fire.

Over the course of their "breakfast" since it was really just a bunch if junk they had in their packs put together, Roran kept glancing at Eragon with a peculiar look in his eyes.

Eragon noticed but just thought he was examining him after his many changes, but then he caught a glimpse of longing in the eyes of his cousin, and the memories of their forbidden love washed over him.

All those times they hid their true feelings for each other from Garrow and Carvahall…

All those times they had to sneak around and be quiet so they wouldn't get caught…

All those close calls…

All those nights of bliss and those days of happiness…

And then Eragon became a Dragon Rider and Roran became the new leader of Carvahall.

They had both changed; did their feelings for each other also change along with their attitudes towards life and their physical appearances?

In a deep part of him, Eragon hoped that those feelings were still there. While he had grown to accept the fact that eh would most likely not be with Roran in the future over his many travels, a part of his heart still belonged to his cousin.

And still another with his brother, Murtagh.

At first he denied his feelings for the other boy, staying true to his feelings for Roran instead and not wanting to betray him.

But then he gave in, it was either that or find out that Roran and Katrina had finally hit it off and Roran only saw him as his cousin once again.

After that night he felt so guilty and was worried that he had betrayed his cousin by being with another, since he no longer knew where Roran stood…

But he began falling for Murtagh just as he fell for Roran…was he destined to not only become a Dragon Rider, but also an incestuous gay? Both of his loves were from his own family! Yeah he had a thing for Arya, but she had made it quite clear in Ellesmera that she did not see him in that light.

His hopes of being able to settle down with a normal spouse and having children were quickly destroyed.

He only had two options now, unless he found his true love somewhere along the road.

And they were sitting across from him, contemplating ways of torturing him for their enjoyment.

The thought made him sick.

"Hey Eragon, you okay? You look a bit pale." Murtagh observed.

Eragon swallowed and shook his head.

"Oh he's always pale." Roran replied, but cast a worried glance at Eragon that Murtagh missed.

"Well, I'm full. Let's get back to business, shall we?" Murtagh said and got up.

Eragon looked up at him with pleading eyes as Roran did the same. Murtagh winked at him with a smirk.

An idea popped into Eragon's head…a wonderful idea…a terribly wonderful idea (Dr. Seuss I love you).

"Why do you have to torture me? I mean, I didn't even do anything! I thought that once you two knew of each other and my relationship to both of you that you'd try to kill each other…at least that's what normal people do." Eragon said while muttering the last part.

"What are talking about cousin?" Roran asked, although he shot a glance at Murtagh who was giving Eragon a suspicious look.

"Well it's just that normally two guys who found out that they both liked the same woman (in my case man) they would fight it out and the winner would go off with the lass (lad in my case)." Eragon said, holding onto his innocent expression for all he was worth.

Murtagh furrowed his eyebrows. "But Roran's just your cousin Eragon, he doesn't like you like I like you." He said.

"How do you know, Rider? You know nothing about me or about Eragon when he was younger." Roran said heatedly.

Eragon held in a smirk as he saw that his little ploy was working, now to add the final touches.

"I guess Murtagh's right though, I mean, you're on this quest to rescue Katrina…I can understand if you don't feel the same way for me anymore, Roran." He mumbled.

"Wait a second, you mean you two were…together!?" Murtagh burst.

Roran ignored him and turned toward Eragon, pointing at him with a dangerous look in his hard eyes.

"You have no idea how I feel for you Eragon, and if I were you I would be wise not to make any assumptions about those feelings unless you would like me to show you how I truly feel." He said darkly.

Eragon gulped involuntarily with wide eyes. Whenever his cousin was as angered as this Eragon tried to stay clear of him, if he didn't, the results usually didn't end well on his part.

There were a few times when Roran took out his anger on Eragon, but the younger of the two always forgave him simply because he knew that he'd rather it be on him than on the field where their livelihood rested.

"Are you saying you still like him, Roran?" Murtagh asked dangerously, turning to him.

Roran turned his head slowly to glare at the other. "I don't like Eragon I love him, not only as my cousin but…tch, you wouldn't understand, he's only a toy to you anyway." He said.

"Hold on! He's not just a toy! I love him too, more than you can ever love him! I don't care that we're brothers, it makes no difference to me." Murtagh snarled.

Roran barked out a harsh laugh. "Ha! Yeah right. What you're feeling is nothing more than a crush. My feelings are much stronger." He said.

"Tch, and yet you agreed to torture him? Gee Roran, always hurt the ones you love?" Murtagh sneered.

While they were glaring heatedly at each other Eragon edged towards the tree with his clothes hanging upon it. He had enough power to use magic to get his clothes down, but he didn't want them to find out what he was doing until it was too late.

'Then again, once they find out they'd be hard-pressed to simply let me go…maybe this was a bad idea after all…they're gonna be pretty pissed after this…' he thought worriedly and glanced at the two, standing toe-to-toe and ready to fight for him.

Eragon flinched and felt a twinge of guilt, but he pushed it to the back of his mind and continued edging towards his clothes. He could at least get them on and then think of something else to divert their attention so they wouldn't turn on him.

"You were the one that suggested torturing him in the first place! I only agreed because we have a score to settle with each other!" Roran exclaimed.

"Well by my reckoning that score has been settled, so why don't you just leave to go after your woman and I'll keep Eragon." Murtagh said.

"First of all, you know nothing about us, that score has not been settled, second of all, I need Eragon's help to rescue her! Besides…do you really think I would give up a piece of work like him that easily?" Roran asked.

Eragon halted in his tracks; he was halfway to the tree but couldn't move. This didn't make sense anymore…

"Oh so you'd keep him as some sort of…of mistress or slave!? I think your head has gotten a little big for your shoulders, cousin." Murtagh spat and got into his fighting stance.

Eragon whirled around, his eyes meeting with Roran's. 'Would he really do that? I knew that he'd changed, but…' he thought, tears coming to his eyes.

He whirled around and shouted a word and his clothes phased to his skin. He turned to where his brother and cousin were looking at him in astonishment and then fled…..

…right into a tree.

"Ow…"

Roran shook his head while Murtagh stifled a laugh.

"Didn't I tell you not to try to run away 'Agon? You even swore it in the Ancient Language…tsk, tsk, tsk." Murtagh said as he sat down next to him.

Roran frowned and knelt down next to him. Eragon had his hand over his nose while blood was running down his chin.

"Easy, easy…." He coaxed the younger up. "Get a wet rag." He ordered.

Murtagh looked at him incredulously and Roran glared. "He's bleeding!"

Murtagh scowled but got up and walked over to the fire pit were he draped a rag inside a pot of boiling water, mumbling incoherently the whole time.

"Ahh…ahh…achoo!" Eragon sneezed and then started coughing.

Murtagh hurried back with the rag and Roran wiped up Eragon's bloody face.

"I can do it! Gimme!" Eragon said oddly, because his nose was broken so he talked with a funny accent.

Roran rolled his eyes but handed him the rag. They watched as Eragon wiped himself off and tried to get up, but became dizzy and had to lie back down.

"Here, let me fix your nose." Roran suggested.

"No, let me do it." Murtagh said.

"I can do it." Eragon said, but his hands were too shaky.

Roran sighed. "Eragon, just let me do it." He said and pushed his hands away.

"No I wanna do it, I've done it before it's fine." Murtagh said and pushed Roran's hands out of the way.

"I think Eragon would rather have someone he trusts fixing his broken nose." Roran said.

"Well he doesn't trust you now does he?" Murtagh asked and tried again.

"Well he certainly doesn't trust you!" Roran exclaimed and pushed his hands out of the way.

"Of course he does! You're the one threatening to kill him yesterday!" Murtagh shouted.

"You were the one that almost did kill him and would have or worse if I hadn't have showed up!" Roran yelled. "Besides, I didn't threaten to kill him I was just angry. He knows me better and so can trust me better." He added.

Murtagh snorted. "I wouldn't be so sure of yourself."

"Let's ask him then, shall we?" Roran asked and looked down at Eragon who was squinting in pain.

"I don't care who does it just fix it! Ow…" he said and hissed in pain.

Roran shoved Murtagh out of the way and quickly snapped Eragon's broken bone back into place. He let out a short yell but then used the rag to clean up the rest of his face and nodded to Roran.

Murtagh was glaring at the other as he helped Eragon up. Roran returned the glare and held onto Eragon.

The two boys were standing opposite each other, with Eragon in the middle, held against Roran.

He glanced at them both, trying to figure out how to get them from fighting but not for them to return to torturing him.

While he racked his brain the two family members glared at each other.

Finally Murtagh pointed at Roran and with a steeling look and edge to his voice said, "Don't forget that I have magic and more powers than you can imagine. Your little hammer will do little if nothing against me if I chose to take a fight with you seriously." (Starts to remember that line from Gundam Seed…)

"Talk all you want, boasting gets you nowhere with me, Rider." Roran spat.

"Uh, guys…" Eragon said, trying to get their attention.

"Oh really? Is that a challenge?" Murtagh asked, squaring his shoulders and reaching within his mind for his magic…

Roran moved Eragon so that he was behind him. "For my honor and my cousin, yes that's a challenge." He said.

"Tch, then you'll lose both right here and now." Murtagh said and prepared to fight.

"GUYS!" Eragon shouted.

"What!?" they yelled and Roran whirled around to glare at him.

Eragon pointed off to the left.

"Saphira and Thorn are back…" he said.

The two men turned to see the red and blue dragons glowering down at them.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves…fighting over mere words, pah!" Saphira said and snorted, walking over to Eragon.

Thorn rolled his eyes and made his way towards Murtagh. "I agree with Saphira, I mean, what's little ole' Eragon worth anyway? A fun night? He's too much a pansy." He said.

"NO HE ISN'T!!" two men and one dragon roared. Thorn jumped a little and scooted back away form Murtagh who was glaring at him with flames in his eyes.

"I'm not a pansy…." Eragon mumbled with crossed arms over his chest.

-Author's Note: Okay due to the fact that I've been working on this for a week I'm leaving it here. It's just going to be a 3-shot so there! Thanks DLB for helping me! Remember to review ya'll, Peace Out!-