A/N:Oh dear God, It's been ages! I don't have an excuse so all I can say is that I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! And to make it up to all the people who read/reviewed Chained To You, I am launching an Eragon/Murtagh campaign. I am going to swamp the world wide web with so many EraMur stories heads will spin! The best thing about this story is Eragon is playing coy and seductive! Yahoo! As always read, review(please) and most importantly, enjoy!

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Summary: Murtagh is feeling a little hungry and Eragon looks delicious...

Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon nor am I affiliated with it's owner Christopher Paolini.

Cake and Cream

With one last swing of his sword, Murtagh dropped to the ground with a groan hanging in his throat. He had been practicing for three whole hours and was obviously exhausted. Murtagh had, of course, chosen the hottest day of the year to go on a training spree.

Actually, he blamed Eragon. Staying in an enclosed space with the boy for an extended period of time tended to bring unwanted, but not unpleasant, thoughts bubbling to the surface that had to be worked out somehow, lest he burst.

It didn't help that Eragon had a tendency to be sexy without meaning it. If you don't understand, then watch him eat. Eragon had the childish habit of playing with his food, licking the spoon after each and every bite, occasionally moaning if it was one of his favorite meals. It would send any girl's (or gay guy's) blood rushing.

Murtagh laid back in the grass and allowed his thoughts to be whisked off by various memories of his brother. From the first time they had met, to the discomfort caused by bathing near each other on their journey, to watching him while he slept, to betraying him, to being reunited on the same side. Every warm thought was somehow linked to Eragon and the ones that didn't involve the boy weren't worth thinking.

It started with just a slight interest in Eragon, his habits and thoughts, but over time it had evolved. By the time they had reached the Varden Murtagh could admit it. He had a fledging crush on the younger boy. All the time they had spent apart while he had been imprisoned by Galbatorix had tempered that affection and turned it form something childish and passing to a real almost tangible need. Being Galbortix's slave wasn't the worst part, not having Eragon was.

Murtagh frowned in distaste at how mushy he was sounding. He sounded like a girl and her first crush. Rolling over in the grass, Murtagh found his exhaustion had been replaced with a hunger. He wasn't sure whether that was literal or metaphorical but he was damn sure hungry for something.

Dragging himself to his feet, he began to march his way back to his quarters which he now shared with Eragon. Why was he sharing a room with the boy? Because after a few crushing victories against Galbatorix's forces, fresh recruits started pouring in form all corners of the map. Add that to the elves, dwarfs, Kull and various defectors from Galbatorix's army and you had an overfilled camp. It was strange how they went from undermanned to overflowing so quickly. Eragon had offered Murtagh (forced) to share a room with him, not that Murtagh minded.

The Varden had taken over a small fort and now had made it a temporary headquarters. It was small so that meant less walking which was, for right now, a good thing. However, it seemed to drag on forever to Murtagh who wanted nothing more than a good meal and a nap.

When he finally reached their shared quarters he thought he was going to collapse. All his muscles were throbbing and his joints felt like snapping. He was sure he looked like death on legs. The very last thing he needed was for Eragon to be eating. He was so desperate he was nearly to the state of praying.

Pushing the door open and shutting it behind him, he was greeted with the expected sight of Eragon sitting on his bed blinking owlishly at Murtagh.

"Wow, you look like death on legs!" Murtagh gave him a withering glare. Just because it was true didn't mean he could say it.

Murtagh fell upon his bed, which groaned it's protest, and stared at Eragon out of the corner of his eye. God dammit, he was eating again! A plate loaded with cake sat neatly and half eaten on Eragon's lap.

"If you keep training like this, you are going to kill yourself." Eragon pipped taking another bite, sliding the spoon between his teeth and licking it clean. Murtagh writhed slightly. He was doing it again and Murtagh was already feeling the reaction it had on his body.

"If you keep eating like that, I'm going to kill you!" He spat in half-fury half-aggravation.

"What are you talking about? What do you want some? I'm telling you, it's great and...what?"

Murtagh was giving him a blank look. Was Eragon serious? He was stuck between insulting his little brother and kissing him. Not to mention Murtagh was still hungry and Eragon looked delicious...

"Look, you have no idea what that does to me so can you just...stop it.

Eragon looked at him strangely, before taking his spoon and scooping up some all icing, missing the actual cake completely.

A teasing smile crossed his lips and he narrowed his eyes. He slowly lapped his tongue out and traced the spoon from the tip and back down to the handle, moaning in pleasure the whole way. With his eyes closed, Eragon took almost the entire spoon in his mouth, bobbing his head slightly up and down on the utensil. He stopped leaving just a tad bit of cream on the side of his lip and a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

When he was done with his little...display, Murtagh found himself speechless. His jaw had dropped and he was staring at Eragon with half-glazed eyes.

'What...the...hell?!' Was the only thought Murtagh could scrape his badly battered brain for.

Too many thoughts were rushing Murtagh's head. What did this all mean? Did Eragon return hos feelings or was he just being an asshole? Hell, did he even mean to eat like that?

Their eyes battled with each other to see who would take it to their next step. It wasn't to late to call it quits and pretend it never. But in truth, could ether one them turn back when a relationship was just at the end of the road? Eragon's eyes narrowed and he decided to make the next move.

Eragon walked seductively over to Murtagh, hips swaying all the way, and sat on the edge of the bed, plate in hand. He licked a bit of excess cream off of his lips and leaned uncomfortably close to Murtagh.

"Are you sure you don't want any? It's great. Sweet and soft and it just melts in your mouth."

Eragon reposition himself so that he was pretty much laying on Murtagh chest with one knee bent so that it was inches away from Murtagh's area. He cocked his head to the side slightly causing a rather interesting swaying of his hair. He looked so...beautiful.

"Hey, Eragon? I think I am a little hungry. But, I have a better treat..."

"Oh really, what is that?" He asked leaning in closer a smirk playing with his lips.

Murtagh, in a seriously smooth move, flipped them so Murtagh had Eragon pinned. The cake dropped to the floor forgotten. Murtagh closed the small distance between them so that each time they talked, their lips brushed.

"You..." Then he sealed their lips in a kiss.

It was nothing inventive. Just a simple, sweet and innocent kiss. Murtagh didn't pull back until he was running out if air. It was a simple perfect moment in time.

"Love you" He muttered softly against Eragon's lips.

"Love you too" he hummed kissing Murtagh back.

"So tell me," Murtagh paused here to kiss Eragon again, "do you always play with your food like that or is it for some special reason?"

"To prove a point and to show you something," was the simple reply.

Murtagh considered his words. What the hell was with Eragon today anyway? He was acting so...strange but it was a nice attitude. Placing another kiss on cake flavored lips, he choose to continue the conversation.

"What were you trying to show me?"

Eragon laughed boyishly, a slight blush crossing his face.

"Promise not to say anything?" After receiving a kiss for an answer, he continued, " I was trying to show you exactly what I could do with my tongue..."

Murtagh's eyes widened beyond belief and his mouth gaped open. Wait...what?! After recovering from sheer shock, lust overcame him. A slow smirk fluttered over his mouth. He placed another kiss on Eragon's lips before moving lower along his neck and upper shoulder.

"You know Eragon, I'm still hungry. How about I show you what I can do with my tongue..."

The aftermath was a lot of screaming, moaning and two petrified dragons who wouldn't speak to their riders for weeks.

End Story

I officially love this story! Am I the only one intrigued by the site of Eragon actually doing that? Hmm... Any I would like you to tell me, should I keep this a one shot or turn it into a drabble series?