Title: Trying to forget (Trying To...-Triology, 1/3)

Author: Zhiole

Disclaimer: Not mine. I only own the simple plot and the idea of this FF, but not the novels nor the characters. And I do not make money with this, of course.

Pairing: Onesided Murtagh/Eragon, mentioned Murtagh/multiple persons

Warning: Mentions of sex (hetero- and homosexual), mentioned (wish to perform) incest ( -this only if Murtagh and Eragon are really brothers! I heard too many speculations to be sure...)

Rating: PR-13/K or NC-17/M (I'm not sure...)

Short summery: Murtagh tries to forget.

Murtagh tries to forget. And he best forgets when he's having sex, preferably with men. Of course, Murtagh likes women as much as men. Their curvy build, with rounded hips, a thin middle and soft breasts, long and even softer hair, writhing under him and shamelessly begging him to take them. He enjoys to do so and to loose himself within them.

But lately, something goes terribly wrong. Once, he had been with a young, beautiful chick, about 18 years old (give or take about 2 years). She had long, golden hair, shining green eyes, full lips and a very curvy body. And after they had met at a little party, chatted, drinked and laughed together, he had taken her to his chambers. There, he had stripped her down within a few seconds and taken her from every direction possible.

But, when they were doing the „dog style", how it was called, and he came inside her, he said a wrong name. And name that was no way female. The girl hadn't taken it very well, she had slapped him a few times, had started screaming and raging until Murtagh had hid behind his pillow. Then, she had dressed and sat down next to him, on the bed.

„Who is he? Would you tell me?" she had ordered him. It was absolutely no request, it was a command. He had told her, leaving a few – and important - parts away. She had just sighed and then nodded. „Maybe you should go for men instead always doing it with women. Even after there are enough in this place for you to be busy for another year or so. But when this happens more often, you won't find anyone anymore to live your fantasies with." she said.

Then, she got up again, kissed him softly on the lips, and went to the door. „If you need an advice, you'll find me. And I'll help you." she told him before she left.

The next night, he had been with a man for the first time.

He had expierenced what it might be for a girl having sex, lying on his back and being taken carefully and slowly, almost too slow for his liking. But he had enjoyed it. And he forgot about the night before.

But after a few months and some very unique „experiments" with his „partners", he woke up in his newest mate's bed, having a hard-on from a very twisted dream. About HIM again. Who was the cause for his interrupted night with the blonde girl. He had taken his half-awake partner with a force he didn't know from himself, desperate and brutal, but he didn't care, as long as he forgot. After that, his partner had needed some time to speak up again. „What kind of dream did you have to make you this dominant, man?" Murtagh had told him. He somehow knew his mate would understand. „This is a little freaky, man, but if it makes you this wild, you should dream about this Eragon more often. What does he look like? As you or different?"

Murtagh just wanted to forget. But he couldn't. Everytime he closed his eyes, blue orbs shone in bright sunlight. When he slept, he would mirror a smile he dreamt of, a smile of full lips. He would take his mates with so much passion because he wanted to imagine golden locks swining with his trusts. And when he came, he always had to bite his lip, to keep himself from moaning this simple name.

„No, he's nothing like me. He's all that I am not able to be anymore."