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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Chronicles_of_Narnia_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Edmund_Pevensie/Peter_Pevensie, Caspian/Edmund_Pevensie
  Character:
      Peter_Pevensie, Edmund_Pevensie, Caspian_(Narnia), Susan_Pevensie, Lucy
      Pevensie
  Additional Tags:
      Pining, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-07 Words: 10700
****** Der Schnee auf deinem Haupt ******
by SeeCee
Summary
     When Peter, Susan and Lucy fell out of the wardrobe. Edmund did not.
     Now the three Pevensies have been called back and they find their
     brother bound by the white witch's curse.
     Peter will be the one to break the curse and possibly his own heart.
Notes
     Did you know it took me over a year to finish the smell of our
     bedsheets? This one I wrote down in like three months. I'm so amazed
     by myself right now.
     Anyway, irrelevant, uhm... you should probably have seen the prince
     caspian movie because i follow it. Except not in detail, so sometimes
     you maybe won't know where exactly they are if you've only read the
     book.
     Also, I could cry whenever I see the hit number go up or someone left
     a kudo or bookmarked it or whatever. Or when new works are being
     posted!! Like the fandom is small as shit, even more so for this
     ship. but we're not dead, yet! ToT
     one more warning, that's also a spoiler so beware !!!!!!!!
      
     !!!!!!!! Kind of major character death, depends on how you want to
     read it. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
      
      
     I adore all of you, please enjoy.
It's been a year. A whole year since Susan, Lucy and him had stumbled out of
the wardrobe and Ed didn't.
For the first few seconds neither of them had moved, expecting Edmund to fall
out on his ass any moment. A witty remark on his lips.
When they realized their brother wasn't coming, they panicked, yanking the
wardrobe open, frantically calling his name, imploring the professor to do
something, anything!
But Edmund did not come.
While Susan and Lucy worried about what to tell their parents, Peter took to
camping in front of the wardrobe at all times of the day and night. He barely
let the wardrobe out of his sight to eat or sleep. Even Mrs. MacReady refrained
from lecturing the boy after he had looked at her, dark circles under his
crazed eyes, and told her in an icy voice that he would not leave his brother
behind. Ever. Again.
Ultimately, the girls and the professor opted to tell their parents that Edmund
had run away one day in the middle of the night. That the professor personally,
had taken the train to follow the 'lead' a station manager had given him but it
had come to nothing. Their parents were beside themselves. Putting up posters
and going to the child services department every Monday morning to hear for
news. Of course there never were any.
No one blamed Peter.
While Susan and Lucy more or less accepted that there was nothing they could
do, Peter lost himself in finding a way to return to Narnia, to Edmund. He
meticulously explored every suspicious nook and cranny. Every alleyway spotted
from the corner of his eyes was followed, every drawer opened and wall touched.
His sisters were doomed to look helplessly on, for no word of reason or
consolation would reach Peter's ear.
After a while, his frantic forlornness turned into mindless anger. Provoking
him to start fights with anyone, who so much as looked at him too long. He
longed for the pain of cracking bones and swollen flesh, for the blood in his
mouth and in his heart. He longed for anything but the constant feeling of raw
desperation sitting deep in the marrow of his bones.
“For heaven's sake, Peter.” Susan grumbles, pulling out a handkerchief to dab
on his lip.
“What was it this time?”
“He bumped me.”
“So you hit him?!”
“No. After he bumped me, he wanted to make me apologize. That's when I hit
him.”
Susan throws Lucy an exasperated look.
“How long 'till your train arrives?” He asks, sitting down next to Lucy.
“Ten minutes.” Susan huffs, occupying the seat on Lucy's other side.
“Ow! Susan don't pinch me!” Lucy exclaims all of a sudden, jumping up.
“I didn't touch- Ow!” Susan yells. “What did you do that for?”
Then Peter springs up, his face confused. “Wha- ?”
“This feels... like Magic.” Lucy almost whispers.
“Hurry, take each other's hands!” Susan orders.
Peter takes Lucy's hand and involuntarily grasps for one more.
They open their eyes to golden sand and glittering water.
“Narnia!” Lucy shrieks, giggling with Susan, wasting no time to get into the
water.
“Edmund.” Peter whispers. Grinning he runs after his sisters, losing some of
the heavy clothes on him.
“Where do you suppose we are?” Lucy asks, while they rummage around on the
beach, getting their things back together.
“Where do you think?” Peter asks good-naturedly.
“Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia.”
The children follow the sea, looking for a way up those steep cliffs. After a
while they encounter a river flowing into the sea. They go along with it and
soon find out that they must be on an island, since they are completely
surrounded by water. The river they have been following goes into two separate
streams, coming from a forest and then splitting, surrounding the cliffs with
the ruins and streaming out into the sea.
They hold a short break, eating the lunch packs they have in their pockets and
discussing their next move. Trying to cross the river or keep walking to find
an access towards the ruins. They can't see a way to get safely across the
stream and if they could get up the cliffs they have a vantage and hopefully
orientation point, as Susan points out.
As they walk around one more bend they spot a boat, occupied by what look like
to be soldiers. They are about to duck down into hiding when they realize what
the soldiers are up to. Lucy almost cries out as she sees the bound dwarf about
to be dropped into the water.
“You!” Bellows Peter. “Drop him!”
The soldiers, frozen in shock by the sudden intrusion, go pale.
“He said: Drop him!” Susan reiterates, Peter's pocketknife glinting in her
hand.
When they still won't move, she throws it with such precision and strength that
it sticks, blade first into the side of the boat.
The two soldiers scream, throw the dwarf into the water and abandon ship. Peter
was already running towards the water before the second soldier's feet hit the
river's surface.
He heaves the dripping dwarf onto the shore where he leaves him to Lucy, who
immediately begins to work on freeing his ropes, while Peter wades back into
the water to get a hold of the boat.
“Drop. Him?” he hears a furious voice, as he drags the boat ashore.
“A simple thank you would suffice.” Susan retortes.
“I think they did a fine job drowning me without your help.”
Susan looks at him indignantly as Peter joins them.
“Maybe we should have let them.”
“Why were they trying to kill you anyway?” Lucy changes the subject.
“They're Telmarines. It's what they do.”
“Telmarines? In Narnia?” Susan asks surprised.
“Where have you been for the last few hundred years?”
“It's a bit of a long story.” Lucy grins cheekily.
The dwarf regards each of them for a moment. Before asking them defeated
“You're it? You're the kings and queens of old?”
Peter outstretches his hand.
“High king Peter. The magnificent.”
The dwarf just gives him a raised brow.
“Probably could have left off the last bit.” Susan jokes.
“Probably.” The dwarf agrees, before everyone snickers at Peter.
“But, you know, you really don't look like ghosts, at all.”
“Ghosts?” repeats Susan.
“And weren't you supposed to be four?”
The three look at each other, unsure how to answer that question.
“What exactly do you mean with us being ghosts?” Lucy just asks instead.
“Well the reason the telmarine soldiers bolted like that by the pure sight of
you, was because of the stories being told. That the kings and queens of old
are haunting their old castle.”
“Old castle?” Peter repeats.
“Cair Paravel!” Lucy explodes.
“Exactly.” Trumpkin agrees. “Even some of the Narnians swear that they have
seen a weary Adamsson roam this place.”
Peter's breathing stops for a moment. He feels his sisters' eyes on him.
“Peter, do you think?” Susan begins tentatively.
“Edmund.” He nods, his head turning towards the ruins of Cair Paravel.
Peter does not look back before sprinting ahead.
“Hey! Where is he going? We don't have time for sight-seeing right now! I'm
supposed to bring you to Prince Caspian right away!”
“Caspian?” Susan asks distracted, making to follow Peter.
“Just... tell us while we get up there!” Lucy butts in, getting in motion as
well.
Trumpkin huffs at their backs before getting in step behind them.
Pressing through some underbrush, Peter comes out on a field of apple trees.
“Edmund!” He yells, still hurrying forward. “Ed!”
Although in ruins and therefore reduced to the ground floor, the place is still
huge and hard to navigate for Peter who can not agree this sight with his
memories of how Cair Paravel used to be.
He slows down now, panting a bit already when his eyes catch something glinting
in the grass before him. The girls must be up now, as well, he hears them
shouting Edmund's name.
As he crouches down and grips the small, golden figure in his hand, he realizes
it to be a chess figure. The rider, one of his ruby eyes missing. He clutches
it tighter.
“Peter...?”
His head whips around so fast he almost can't even locate where the voice came
from.
But there he stands, coming out behind some debris and halting a few feet
before Peter.
Edmund.
Except he still looks like the day they left Narnia. Only without his crown.
“Edmund?” That is Lucy. “Oh, Edmund!” She runs right up to him and hugs him
tight, her face barely reaching his chest. But his arms close around her,
regardless. When she loosens her embrace, not letting go of him entirely
though, she looks up at his face.
“I really missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” He says, looking up at Peter and then over his shoulder
where Susan emerges around a corner.
She is speechless for a moment, like Peter still is, but then swiftly makes her
way up to embrace her brother, as well.
“Susan.” He smiles into her hair. Peter sees her wipe away a tear when she lets
go of him again. Asking him silently if he's alright. He gives her a reassuring
smile.
Peter doesn't know why he can't move his feet.
“Why do you look like this anyway?” Lucy asks suddenly.
Edmund looks himself down as if he hasn't noticed his appearance until now.
“And why didn't you leave Narnia with us?”
His eyes grow sad.
“Because I couldn't.”
Susan grasps his hand. He looks at her with a weak smile, squeezing it. Then he
looks at Lucy and Peter, as well.
“I don't know for sure but I believe it has something to do with Jadis. Either
the spell she had me under or her spear she had rammed into me or maybe
something else that happened during the time I was with her. I could never
figure it out properly.”
“So you're bound in Narnia?” Susan asks.
“It seems so. And I don't age.”
“But you did back then! Together with us.” Lucy exclaims.
“Yes, although, I believe I did that unconsciously because, you see...” And
with that Edmund's appearance morphs smaller until he is only a little bit
taller than Lucy. The three siblings give a shocked gasp and when Edmund opens
his eyes again he laughs a bit.
“Oh boy, that's maybe a bit too young. Hold on.” And again Edmund's body
transforms. This time into the fifteen year old Peter has somehow expected to
find instead of a grown man.
“There, that's better.” He says, ruffling Lucy's hair. The three of them laugh.
Now Peter finally comes closer. Their eyes lingering on each other.
“Here.” Peter says, holding out the chess figure to Edmund.
“Thank you.” He smiles.
Peter wants to seize him by the hand.
“Edmund, what happened here?” Susan inquires then.
“Telmarines. They attacked. A long time ago.” His expression becomes stern, he
turns away, walking towards some higher ground.
“Why didn't you call us?”
“I did. But no help would come. Not for me.”
Susan, Peter and Lucy exchange glances.
“Come on, there's something here that's yours.”
He brings them to a brittle looking door which Peter not so gently proceeds to
open. He is about to assemble a torch from his shirt when Edmund intervenes.
“There's sunlight streaming in from everywhere, if you carefully follow the
first twenty steps or so, you'll see well enough.”
The girls go in first, Lucy asking where Susan has left Trumpkin and she
replies that he'd rather feast himself on apples than wanting to look at dusty,
old ruins. They giggle.
As Edmund makes to follow his sisters, Peter holds him back. Before Edmund has
time to properly turn around Peter has already engulfed him in his arms.
Holding him tight he whispers in his ear.
“I've never stopped looking for you. Not one second.”
Peter is already about to let go when he hears a hitch in Edmund's breathing
and his brother's hands fist into his shirt.
He renews the strength of the embrace, slowly grasping that there is a lot
Edmund has still to tell them and few of it cheerful.
The moment he takes Rhindon back into his hand, Peter is flooded with memories
and strength and courage. The same glow encircling his two sisters. When Susan
finds her horn missing, she turns to Edmund who tells her
“I'm sorry. It was taken.”
“The Telmarines?”
“No.”
She does not inquire further.
“How come all of these things are still here?” Lucy wonders.
“They could destroy our home but I would not allow them to take our things.”
As they ascend back up Edmund asks his first questions.
“Why are you here now, anyway? Who called you? Aslan?”
“We don't really know yet, either. But we met a dwarf, Trumpkin, he said
something about a Prince Caspian?” Susan replies.
“Caspian?”
“You know him?”
“I know that the telmarine kings used to be named like that. But I have not
kept up with the events. The days are all so alike and things don't seem to
change at all, you only notice how much time has passed when you look back on
it.”
“Haven't you stayed in touch at all with the Narnians? Even if you're immortal,
you're still their king after all.”
“Narnians aren't how they used to be anymore, either. Let's go find that dwarf
of yours and figure out what's been going on then.”
Trumpkin doesn't acknowledge Edmund's arrival with much more than an 'Is that
it now? Can we please get on with the quest? Never mind, it's getting dark
already, might as well stay the night here.' Which makes all of them snicker a
bit until Trumpkin shoos them off to gather some wood and food if they can find
anything other than apples up here.
Once they're all seated around a campfire and munching on sadly nothing but
apples, Trumpkin tells them all about Caspian's life story and that Miraz and
his men are now planning on killing every Narnian that's left. They have to
hurry to get to Aslan's How and save the day!
That night Peter sleeps intermittently. Waking up several times with a stocked
breath, listening for his brother's breathing, looking out for his prone
silhouette on the floor. Letting out a gust of relief when he reassures himself
of Edmund's presence and then lowering his head again, trying to reach a deeper
sleep.
If only he'd know it won't be much different once he is actually awake. But in
his defense, he really can't help himself.
While they are riding in the boat, Peter rowing, he hasn't much too look at
besides Edmund, steering in front of him. He likes to think he is subtle about
it, at least. Edmund only catches him looking twice and always gives him a warm
smile before looking up ahead again.
Peter wishes every time that he wouldn't look away.
As they leave the boat to hike through the woods, Peter leads the way without
looking back at Edmund more than four times, after all.
At Fort Beruna he just grabs the person nearest to him, to press them down
behind the logs. It just so happens to be Edmund he is pressing to his side,
their faces centimeters apart as Edmund says something and Peter turns to look
at him.
At the place where Lucy swears to have seen Aslan and then promptly falls down
a crevice, he just instinctively grabs for his brother's hand to steady his
descend. It is dangerous and easy to slip, after all. He sees Susan's amused
grin over Edmund's shoulder. He rather concentrates on helping Edmund over the
stream then. Of course as unobtrusively as possible.
Once they are a good way away from the river Lucy flings herself to the floor,
declaring not to walk a single step further. Not even Trumpkin protests.
Peter feels bone tired but he can't find sleep. He's been as close to Edmund
the whole day as he had wished for the past year. And longer before that. He
can close his eyes and recall how the wind swept through Edmund's dark mop of
hair, the way his clothes stretched over his back, how the corners of his eyes
crinkled when he smiled, his smile... oh god that smile, pulling at those soft
lips. Peter dreams of spending entire hours tracing every feature of Edmund's
face with his fingers... his mouth...
And yet, there is a distance between them, something he believes to come from
Edmund. A sadness, a resignation that creates a cleft between him and his
siblings.
He cranes his neck a bit upwards only to find Edmund staring at him already.
They look at each other for a moment before Edmund wordlessly gets up and
wanders away. Peter follows close behind.
 
The starry night sky helps them find their way among the bushes and trees. They
don't say a word the whole time, silently walking side by side. Peter could
interlock their hands if he wanted to. Which he does but doesn't. Edmund stops
some way in front of a smaller stream. There is a big rock onto which Edmund
seats himself and Peter merely leans against. They both look up into the stars.
“Our parents are gonna freak out, when you'll come back.”
“I don't even remember having parents.” Edmund replies after a slight pause.
“I forgot Susan's face and Lucy's voice. I even forgot your smell.”
Peter is staring at Edmund now.
“What happened here, Edmund? What happened with you?”
Edmund keeps staring ahead, a vacant look in his eyes.
“Why didn't you stay with the Narnians?”
“Because I had no right to.”
“What do you mean?”
Edmund inches closer to him, taking Peter's hand in his own and leaning his
head on Peter's shoulder.
“You'll see when we reach them.”
Peter feels lost and helpless in the face of Edmund's resigned sobriety. But
his heart rate picks up regardless. From the corner of his eye he sees the dark
mop of hair that is so dear to him. The fine line of his nose and the shape of
his lips, soft and sad.
He prays to Aslan that he will never have to let go of that hand.
“You're cold.” He says instead.
“Stay close then.”
Peter wakes up to a soft voice calling him from his slumber and a gentle hand
stroking the hair out of his eyes.
His hand comes up to hold the one stroking him, smiling sleepily.
“Time to get moving, already?”
Edmund's hand is a bit more rigid under Peter's now.
“Lucy's gone.”
Peter gets up immediately.
He sees the minotaur before Lucy. Peter puts a hand over her mouth and seizes
her back toward himself and then behind him to Edmund. He doesn't even plan to
attack the giant creature when Caspian jumps onto him with a raised sword.
Their fight isn't exactly brutal but definitely dirty. Caspian proves to be a
sly opponent so Peter doesn't even think about whether he should pick up that
stone or not, he just does. And he would strike it down on Caspian's head if
Edmund didn't suddenly stand between them. A fierce glare pointed at Peter,
shielding Caspian with his body.
Lucy and Susan come out now, as well. Peter lowers his hand as Edmund turns
around to brush some dirt off of Caspian's shoulder.
“Forgive my brother, he tends to be a bit hot-headed at times.”
Caspian just moves his head slightly from left to right, looking a bit
transfixed at Edmund.
“I'm guessing you are Prince Caspian?” Edmund continues.
“Caspian the tenth.” He confirms, giving a little curtsey. “And you are?”
“Edmund.” He outstretches his hand. “My brother Peter and my sisters Susan and
Lucy.”
Caspian shakes the hand and looks at each of them, respectively. Then it dawns
on him.
“You're the kings and queens of old.” He almost whispers.
Now Peter steps forward.
“I believe you called.”
“Yes, but I... expected you to be older.”
“We could come back in a few years, if you like.”
“No!” He says hastily. His eyes trained on Edmund. “I am so glad that you are
finally here.”
After a warrior mouse named Reepicheep brings them up to date they continue
marching towards Aslan's How. Caspian in the front talking animatedly with
Edmund, while Peter is a few feet behind, conversing with the centaur in charge
of the army. He tries his best to concentrate on what information he is given
but he can't help squinting at Caspian whenever one of his hands touch Edmund's
shoulder or arm or once even his cheek. Did that guy have no concept of
personal space?
Even at dinner that evening Caspian sits down by Edmund's side. Without
invitation, if Peter might add. And since Lucy occupies Edmund's other side,
Peter contents himself with sitting opposite from him. He is talking with
Reepicheep when he overhears Caspian saying
“You must have a very beautiful mother.”
“How do you mean?” Edmund asks a little bewildered but still smiling amused.
“Well, it is known that the strength of a child is passed on by the father but
the beauty... the beauty comes from the mother.”
“Oh?” Edmund only smiles. Peter rolls his eyes as he takes a large gulp of his
wine.
“So your mother must be exceptionally beautiful if she has a son such as
yourself.”
Peter splutters all of his wine over poor Reepicheep, who is so surprised by
the sudden onslaught of liquid that he draws his sword, spewing demands for a
death battle. Peter hastily apologizes, trying to help Reepicheep dry himself.
He catches a glimpse of Edmund's inquisitively raised eyebrow before he leans
in close to Caspian again.
And even in the next few days while everyone settles in at Aslan's How it seems
to Peter that whenever he is looking for Edmund he would inevitably find
Caspian right at his heels. Sitting by his side at every meal, touching him at
any opportunity and even gifting him an, admittedly beautiful, blue flower he
claims to have found on one of their training grounds. Edmund blushes and
thanks him sweetly. Touching his hand for a moment and even letting Caspian
fasten the flower into his hair.
This Prince Caspian seriously starts to piss Peter off.
And then there is this other thing. Susan and Lucy noticed it, too, although
none of them can point their finger on what exactly it is that seems to stand
between Edmund and the Narnians.
There is at all times a visible, physical distance between them. Whether during
meetings or meals or any other occasion. They have yet to witness that either
Edmund or the Narnians address the other directly. It's almost as if Edmund
doesn't exist for the Narnians, if it weren't for the dark, suspicious glances
they would throw at his back and the whispers starting whenever he passes them.
Edmund himself bears all of this stoically and regal.
“Trufflehunter, do you know why the others avoid Edmund so much?”
Lucy asks one late evening with everyone cleared out and Edmund with Caspian
out on the How top.
Peter silently counted the minutes before he could go check up on them without
looking too obvious about it. But now he may finally get some answers.
Although Trufflehunter seems for once at a loss for words. He sighs then.
“Well, you see, your bother he's... he's a traitor.”
“How dare you!” Peter's voice is thunder and the badger shrieks back.
“Peter!” Susan gets up, a demand for countenance in her voice.
“Those allegations were cleared up a long time ago!” Peter is still furious but
he lets himself be guided back by Susan.
“Aslan himself condoned him, Trufflehunter.” Lucy explains upset.
“That is part of the lore, yes, but what was passed on is that is was only a
trick tha-”
“You!”
“Enough with this now, Peter!” Susan bellows. “Sit down and just let him tell
us the story.”
Peter's eyes are still stormy, trained on Trufflehunter but he keeps quiet.
“Go on.” Susan encourages him. “Please.”
He gives one last wary gaze to Peter before clearing his throat and continuing.
“You have to understand that after all these years of hardship and deprivation
it is hard for all of us to simply forget who is responsible for things getting
like this in the first place.”
“But why is Edmund responsible for all of this?” Lucy quickly throws in,
glancing at Peter's clenched fists.
“Well, what would you have thought if four of you leave for the woods and only
one comes back? A known, former traitor at that?” Trufflehunter asks with a
careful gaze at Peter. But the siblings give no answer, they are all looking at
the floor, troubled sadness in their expressions.
“I studied the records passed on through the generations and when he came back
to the castle, panicked and distressed, he was at first believed to have
suffered an accident. Poisoned or worse! He was mindlessly babbling and trying
to raise hell. The beavers had to be brought to calm him down. When the steeds
were questioned the situation did not become any clearer. They stated that King
Edmund came back without his royal siblings in a great manner of distress. They
tried to persuade him to wait for the others or go searching for them
themselves but your brother hounded them home. Only saying over and over that
you were gone.”
“Oh Edmund.” Lucy cries out. “He must have been just as scared as we had been
then.”
“After several search parties and inquiries dispatched by the counsel remained
fruitless, your majesties were pronounced dead. Your brother as half-insane. He
kept talking about a wardrobe he couldn't find. A few Narnians had become more
than suspicious of King Edmund at that point. When he then decided to go in
search of Aslan himself, many of them left the castle and your brother behind.
King Edmund traveled for many decades all over the world and when he finally
came back to combat an intrusion of the Telmarines he had not aged a day. There
are not many details preserved about those battles except of course for the
outcome. And that there had been strange occurrences of witchcraft. The
Narnians deserted your brother and the Telmarines wanted nothing to do with
magic, so they destroyed your old home instead of occupying it themselves. Your
brother became a ghost and the story as most Narnians know it now is this: The
traitor Edmund never repented but instead tricked Aslan and our beloved High
King Peter and the Queens Susan and Lucy into trusting him again. He enjoyed
the privileges his royal status gave him but he secretly waited to usurp the
kingdom and rise to power with the witchcraft he received from Jadis. He never
ages, he has a heart of snow and he is the traitor that brought on the fall of
Narnia's golden age.”
“But he didn't.” Lucy meekly protests. “Edmund hasn't been a traitor all this
time. He was loyal to us! All these years, he protected our hallows. That all
these things happened wasn't his fault...”
“And the Narnians still believe this? Even now that Edmund is here with us?
Fighting for them?” Susan asks.
“I have heard a few voices speculating that he is up to his old trick. Feigning
alliance until he has everyone's trust again and then attacking from behind.”
“He wouldn't!” Lucy counters.
“Well, it certainly doesn't help that he never speaks to any of us, barely
looks at us, really.”
“He thinks he has no right to.” Peter's eyes are sad. “He believes what
everyone else believes, that he is responsible for everything that happened. He
won't ask anything of you, order you around or make you look into his eyes
because he feels he failed all of you. That he is not worthy to be your King
any longer and that Jadis' powers in him are proof of that.”
“I see.” Even Trufflehunter's ears are dropping now.
Peter rises then, his fists clenched, making for the exit.
“Where are you going?” Susan shouts after him.
“I was an Idiot!” He bites out.
Peter storms up the stone stairs, slowing down immediately, though, when he
hears voices. The narrow hallway leading out to the plateau is lit by fire and
he can see them sitting on the ledge.
“My professor always tried to make me memorize the constellations by their real
names but it was easier for me to give them my own. See, for example... “ They
are sitting close, Edmund's face almost on Caspian's shoulder as he tries to
spot the constellation he is pointing out. “... but I always call them minotaur
butt.”
Their shared laughter makes their bodies curl even closer to one another, their
faces centimeters apart. Caspian regains his composure first, smiling brightly
at Edmund but not moving any further away.
Peter's boot scrapes on the floor as he takes a step backwards. They both turn
around, startled.
“Peter?” Edmund squints.
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “I just wanted to check if everything's alright,
you've been up here for quite some time already.”
“Oh sorry, we were just talking and kinda forgot the time. Everything's quiet,
though.”
Caspian gets up then.
“Perhaps, it really is time to rest now.”
Caspian passing Peter, gives him a hard look.
“Your 'majesty'.”
Peter reciprocates the gesture. Then he walks over to Edmund.
“I didn't want to interrupt, sorry.”
He gives him a funny look.
“You weren't. We were just talking, that's all.”
“Hmm.”
Neither of them feels the need to say anything, just looking up at the stars.
Peter can't help but notice how far away Edmund is standing from him.
“Are you okay?” Peter finally asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Being here? With us? We just took you along, acting like we're all who we used
to be. How we used to be. Like we were never apart. But that's not true. Not
for you.”
“No.” Edmund sighs. “Not for me.”
He takes a few steps further towards the edge, away from Peter, crossing his
arms behind his head.
“I felt dead. I knew I wasn't, but I felt dead. I spent entire... weeks, I
think, lying on the beach being pulled and pushed by the waves. One thousand
three hundred years feel as long as it sounds, longer without anyone you love
but with a bone deep longing for them. It took me some time but I stopped
feeling angry and I stopped being sad and I just became tired.”
He lets his arms fall down to his sides.
“But I feel alive now. I feel alive sitting at dinner and joking with Lucy,
gossiping with Susan. I feel very alive, whenever Caspian talks to me and
smiles.”
Then he turns around, his eyes meeting Peter's.
“And I am okay, truly okay, when I look at you and see you looking at me. Many
days I missed you, more than I can count. But I survived them all and now
you're back. And I am okay.”
Edmund is close enough now that Peter reaches out and touches Edmund's cheek.
They look at each other for a long moment before Peter reels him into a tight
hug. Edmund holds him close, too.
“You're still cold.” Mumbles Peter.
He feels Edmund's smile on his shoulder.
Peter is pleased when he sees Trufflehunter approaching Edmund at dinner,
making earnest efforts at light conversation without being put off by Edmund's
rather one worded answers and shifty glances.
He is not so pleased about Caspian's continued opposition to everything he
proposes. Granted, Peter might not be the easiest person to persuade into a
different opinion but Caspian surely isn't the most adept at stating his
opinions coherent or concise. Yes, Peter is aware how venomous his words are.
He sees it in Edmund's quizzical expression. He hates himself for how irritated
he is by Caspian but the guy gives him no reason to get more of a hold on
himself, so he doesn't try to.
After finally agreeing on Peter's obviously more sensible plan to attack Miraz'
castle and laying down the details, Peter and Caspian share one last disfavored
look before everyone disperses.
Peter sees the hippogryph, who will team up with Edmund for the mission, talk
to his brother and wishing for a good team effort to which Edmund shyly nods
and agrees.
Peter is already in motion to get to him when suddenly Caspian stands in front
of Edmund. Peter halts.
“Are you sure you wish to participate on the mission?”
“Of course. It's my duty as a... King.”
“I just... I fear it to be too dangerous.”
“But that is precisely the reason why I couldn't leave this task to any one
else!”
Caspian smiles then.
“I am not surprised by your bravery. But swear to me “ He takes Edmund's hands
in his own. “You will be careful.”
Edmund looks at their joined hands for a moment before renewing their grip and,
hiding a smile under his lashes, looks into his face.
“I promise.”
Peter walks away.
Of course everything goes pear-shaped during the invasion. Dozens of Narnians
are trapped behind the gate and Peter just jumps over the already rising
bridge, helplessness and bitterness clear in his features.
Then he hears Susan shouting Edmund's name. As he looks up into the night sky
he barely sees a shape, supposedly Edmund, jumping from the back of a
hippogryph onto the castle mound and then disappearing. The bridge is by now
completely hoisted up and none of them can see what is going on.
The hippogryph narrowly escapes a bunch of flying arrows as he departs into the
air and towards Peter and the others.
Caspian and Susan are still calling for Edmund. But still as all at once the
gate seems to become coated by a layer of ice. There were other sounds of
distinctly scared human shouts and the renewed vigor of the Narnians.
As soon as Edmund's hippogryph comes near them, Peter waves his hand at him.
“What are you doing? Get back and get Edmund!”
The hippogryph seems out of breath, not daring to land, though.
“He commanded me to drop him there, sire.”
“What was he thinking?” Susan asks desperately.
“Please, just go and get him! Now!” Peter orders again.
The hippogryph nods once and then turns around, a determined look on his face.
All of a sudden, they hear some kind of explosion or gigantic crash and in the
next moment the iced gate breaks into smaller pieces that hurl down the raised
bridge. The army around Peter steps several inches back. Raising their weapons
in anticipation.
As the sight is clear again they see the trapped Narnians running towards them,
a stable sheen of ice substituting the destroyed bridge. Peter can't see
Edmund.
The army that is still outside disperses a bit, to let the returned close into
the ranks. Edmund comes out last, supported by a centaur. They cross the
bridge, Peter slides from his saddle and gathers Edmund into his arms, Susan
right behind them. The ice bridge comes crashing down. Edmund is unconscious.
Peter walks the whole way back on foot, next to Edmund, carried by the centaur.
“What happened?” Lucy comes running out of the How, worried.
“Ask him.” Peter's expression darkens.
“Peter!”
“Me?”
“If you had kept to the plan Edmund might be okay right now!” His accusation
sharp as a knife.
“And if we had stayed, like I suggested, he definitely would be!” Caspian
returns with as much fervor.
“You called us! Remember?”
“My first mistake.”
“No, your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people.”
“It was you that abandoned them! Abandoned your own brother!”
“You invaded Narnia! And don't you dare talk to me about my brother! Like you
know anything about us or him!”
“I knew he was afraid something like this could happen but that he would do it
anyway to protect your precious ego!”
Peter yells with rage, both drawing their swords.
“Stop it!” shouts Lucy, giving them both a stern look as she runs up to
Edmund's body, now lowered carefully on the floor.
Caspian and Peter hold each other's gaze for a moment before Caspian lowers his
weapon and marches inside. Peter carries the still unconscious Edmund inside,
Lucy's potion not yet showing any signs of having worked.
Not five minutes go by after they've propped him on a makeshift bed, that
Edmund shoots up. Eyes wide, skin icy pale.
“She's here.”
When they get to Aslan's stone table they waste no time figuring out what
exactly is going on, instead Susan, Trumpkin and him take on the three enemies.
Lucy, supporting Edmund, come in behind. Peter defeats his opponent, taking
Caspian's place before Jadis. The white witch herself.
He has no intention of even listening to her but then something tugs at the
back of his mind.
Maybe she knows something about Edmund's condition. They don't even know
whether they will ever see Aslan again but she, she is right here. She has to
know how to help Edmund.
So Peter stretches out his hand. And then the ice cracks and Jadis disappears.
Instead he looks into Edmund's face, his sword up, a hard look pointed at
Peter.
“She never is the answer.”
Peter has been sitting on the stone table for who knows how long running the
same endless circle of thoughts, when Susan and Lucy come to sit next to him.
Lucy takes his hand in her's and quietly begins.
“You love him, don't you?”
Peter stares at her, tired, but he doesn't answer.
“Back then, before all of this happened and we still lived in Cair Paravel, we
already knew.”
“Or at least suspected.” Susan interjects. “We wondered when you two would
finally confess.”
“Those days are long gone.”
“Exactly.” Susan's voice grows serious. “For you it was 'just' this one year
and mind, we know how much you suffered but for Edmund it's been hundreds of
years and we don't think it's just so easy for him to simply go back to who he
was back then.”
“I know that, okay? But, look, I... I want him either way.”
“But that's probably not how he feels, Pete.” Lucy replies, sorrow in her
voice.
“What do you mean?”
“You have a lot going on, so maybe you haven't noticed but he always tries so
hard to be the person he thinks we want him to be but... with Caspian he...
just seems more carefree, you know?”
“What are you trying to say?” He gets defensive, taking his hand back.
“Did you know that he told Caspian of his powers? Even showed him?” Susan
discloses.
“So what?”
“Except for the day we met him, he never mentioned anything about this to us
ever again. It certainly wasn't due to a lack of interest on our part. For some
reason it always made him incredibly uncomfortable and we of course didn't want
to press but still-”
“The fact is, Peter, that we don't know if Aslan will ever show up, if we will
ever find a way to help Edmund, let alone that we have any clue how long we'll
be here this time.”
“What we're trying to say, Pete, is that Edmund has a shot at happiness here.
With Caspian.”
Just then Caspian comes running around the table.
“They're here.”
Edmund is already up on the Plateau and Peter makes to stand next to him,
falters, stands more to the left instead. Caspian goes close next to Edmund.
Peter refuses to check whether their hands are touching.
“What are we gonna do now, Pete?” Edmund asks, not taking his eyes of the
telmarine army.
“Well, ” he smirks. “Time for our famous silver tongue, I'd say.”
Edmund mirrors his grin.
As soon as Edmund is back, reporting that Miraz accepted, more or less being
forced to really, Peter turns to Susan and Lucy, sending them off in search of
Aslan. Then he clasps Edmund by the shoulder.
“Would you help me with my armor?”
Edmund gives him a warm smile.
“Of course.”
Peter's face brightens. They take off, Peter feeling for the first time in days
strangely content. Could a simple smile do that to a person?
“Ah, Peter?” Edmund stops, looking back to where the others are leaving, among
them Caspian.
“I'll be right there, yeah?” He doesn't wait for Peter's response before
calling Caspian and jogging up to where he stands.
Peter walks around a corner but not further. He hears Edmund requesting that
Caspian should follow their sisters a few yards behind. Just in case.
“I don't want to refuse your wish but shouldn't I rather stay here with you? In
case Miraz tries to trick you?”
“That's just it. I fear with you being there he'd be more tempted to seize an
opportunity to get rid of you. I just... I don't want you in any close
proximity to your uncle. He almost killed you once before.”
Then Peter doesn't hear anything for a long moment anymore. He takes a peek.
Caspian looks deeply into Edmund's eyes.
“I better hurry and follow your sisters then.”
“Thank you.”
They part. Peter narrowly avoids either of them catching him disappear behind
the corner. He hears Edmund's steps and gets in motion again, as well.
“Edmund!”
Ugh, what now? Peter thinks annoyed but he still can't help himself but to
glimpse back at them.
He just catches Caspian walking swiftly over to Edmund, placing his hands in
his brother's hair and kissing him.
Peter hurries away.
He has half of his armor on him by the time Edmund manages to show up. Peter
doesn't ask what has taken him so long and he doesn't look at his face. He does
not care to see rosy cheeks and red, swollen lips, rumpled hair. His brother's
slightly labored breathing tells him more than he wants to know. He half wishes
Edmund would just leave, Peter should be concentrating on the fight that lay
ahead, after all. He would rather have him leave then risking losing his
control completely. Losing his control and pushing Edmund up a wall, ravaging
every inch of him until he has destroyed even the last thought of Caspian in
his brother's mind.
Peter is screwing up his eyes. He feels drained.
Suddenly, he senses Edmund taking his hand, the other touching his forehead. He
opens his eyes. Edmund is unbearably close.
“I know it's probably impossible but try to relax until it actually happens,
okay?”
Peter can't help but focus on his brother's lips, he can't remember ever having
wanted to taste something this badly.
Edmund's hand slips from his face.
“He may look old but I'm afraid he's strong, yet.”
“It'll be okay.” Peter reassures him, squeezing his hand. “As long as you are
there.”
Peter fights Miraz with all his might. But as Edmund said, the old man's tough,
yet. Then Susan and Caspian return. Without Lucy. He tries to have faith.
They look after Peter for a moment and then both disappear inside the How.
Peter involuntarily keeps a lookout for any touches exchanged between Edmund
and Caspian. He finds none.
By the time he carefully sits down and Edmund comes over to care for his
shoulder he already made the decision. What did he have to lose now? Might even
numb the pain from the shoulder Edmund is trying to reset. So he tells him.
“You know, I've always lov- Ah!”
“What?” Edmund asks right away. He looks like he really didn't mean to
interrupt Peter. Like he needs to hear what Peter was going to say.
Wishful thinking, most likely.
The Telmarines begin to cheer. Miraz is back on his feet so Peter gets up, as
well. He gives Miraz one dirty look but he notices Edmund standing by his side,
gazing fixedly into his face.
This is probably the most serious moment of his life. So he returns the look
before stepping back into the arena.
“I've always loved you.”
He defeats Miraz.
He takes a deep breath, smiles into the heavens and turns around to face Edmund
when he hears “Treachery!” and the next things happen too fast. He can't even
properly process what happened as the Telmarine soldiers already storm into
battle. There is no time left to get back to Edmund, to touch him one last time
before he's forced to order his own army to charge.
The battle is bloody and exhausting and despite how hard Peter is trying to
keep an eye on Edmund and Susan they get inevitably separated. Peter is
crushing jaws and cutting through flesh left and right but all he can think
about is the last time they fought a battle like this and how he was too late
to protect his brother. He's decapitating another man when all of a sudden the
earth beneath him begins to tremble. Roots whip past him at an impossible
speed. The trees are coming back to life!
He is momentarily stunned thanking Aslan when he hears “Peter!” He swirls
around just in time to witness Edmund jumping onto a telmarine, he hadn't
noticed. Edmund tackles the guy to the ground, finishes him off.
Peter grabs Edmund's hand and pulls him upright again. He's trying to say thank
you, instead he gets his arms full of Edmund, pressing his lips to Peter's.
Peter has no idea how he deserves this but he almost lets go of Rhindon in his
hurry to clasp his arms tighter around Edmund. Reciprocating as ecstatic as his
injuries allow.
“You can be such a thick idiot sometimes!” Edmund has to shout over the noise
of the battlefield. Peter nods vigorously, his eyes full of wonder and Edmund
kisses him again.
“Such an idiot.” He mumbles. His cheeks red and eyes glinting as he rests their
foreheads together for a moment.
“Is this really the time you two?!” They hear Susan. They grin at each other
for a moment before heading back into battle. Shoulder to shoulder.
After the water spirit takes care of the rest, the three older Pevensies kneel,
alongside Caspian, in front of Aslan. Underneath the enormous euphoria
spreading in his body, Peter feels a twinge in his stomach. This is not the
happy end, yet. When Aslan tells them to rise, Peter notices Edmund hesitate
for a second before getting up. Caspian staying put completely.
Edmund gives Caspian a quick glance when they move apart. Peter snatches his
hand as soon as Edmund stands next to him. After Aslan is finished with Caspian
and Trumpkin, Peter lets go of Edmund's hand and steps forward.
“Aslan, there is something we need to talk to you about.”
“I know, Peter, and we will but first let us deal with everything else.”
“But- ” Edmund's hand rushes forward, holding Peter back. Peter looks back at
him, the dread and anxiety surely showing but Edmund looks calm and reassuring
back at him. Peter understands. Edmund has already waited 1300 years, what are
a few more hours to him?
Peter says scarcely anything else for the remainder of the day. As soon as they
find a place for the night, he is out like a light, sleeping far into the next
day. It is past noon now and he just finished breakfast when Lucy comes in
telling them Aslan wants to see them now. The girls immediately offer to let
them go by themselves but Edmund declines. He wants them by his side. The three
hug for a long time.
“Edmund cannot leave Narnia.”
“I know, child.”
Nobody says anything. Aslan looks closely at Edmund who tries his hardest to
hold that all penetrating gaze.
“It is Jadis' doing. You've met her again haven't you?”
“Yes, I almost freed her.” Peter admits immediately.
“So you know that she still lives in one form or another in this world. And as
long as she does, her curse in Edmund will, as well.”
Peter hears Lucy gasp, his own hands forming fists.
“I thought I had prevented this from happening when I took your place at the
stone table. I have failed you. Forgive me.” Aslan looks as if he's about to
spill a tear, his head dropped in grief. Peter knows how he feels.
Edmund steps forward.
“You didn't. Please, Aslan, none of this is your fault. I've done all of this
to myself.”
“The only way to save Edmund then is to get rid of the white witch completely?”
Lucy presses on.
“But how? We don't know if she's a ghost or... something else. Where would we
even find her?” Susan questions.
Aslan gives Edmund a sorrowful look.
“Inside of your brother.”
“What?” Peter bursts out.
“My dear child ” he's still speaking to Edmund. “I know understand you have
been calling for me all these years. But I have been far away and all that
reached me was a resemblance of old, dark magic coupled with rage and later
sadness. I mistook you for Jadis herself.”
Edmund stands as unmoving as a stone.
“She has lodged herself deep inside of you where not even I can reach her
without damaging you.”
“But... what are we supposed to do now, Aslan? Can Edmund never come back with
us?” Lucy asks, close to tears.
Unsettled by Aslan's silence, Peter puffs up his chest.
“It is decided then. We'll just stay, as well.”
“Peter...” Susan says defeated.
“Aslan?” Edmund inquires.
“I am sorry, Edmund.”
Lucy begins to cry in earnest now, Susan not far behind. Peter looks at all of
their resigned faces. He feels ice-cold anger... and then defeat when Aslan
catches his eye.
“Is there nothing we can do?” He asks almost voiceless.
“There is.” Edmund replies, moving his eyes up to Peter's face.
“Kill me.”
Peter's head is spinning. He has been tossing in this bed for the last few
hours. He had almost slapped Edmund when he had made that demand of Peter. How
could he expect him to hurt him, kill him when they just got each other back?
And saying it like that, like there's no other choice... stupid! No way is he
gonna kill his own brother! But then... Aslan conceded that this is the only
way he sees, as well. That there is a chance that Edmund will wake up in
England. But he could not guarantee it, has never known it happening. Could
Peter take that chance? How slim it might be? He knows the others are but in
the end it is him that actually has to do it. To kill him. Ending up with the
lifeless body in his arms. And what if they get back and Edmund isn't there?
Then the last memory of this place would be Edmund's dead eyes. And how could
he go on then? Even in England. Knowing then for sure that he'll never see his
brother again. And that that happened by his own hand.
Edmund could live. Here, he could at least live and he wouldn't be alone. Peter
would do whatever it took to make Aslan let him stay and if there really was no
way, he'd have Caspian, at least. He wouldn't have to live in solitude then.
Shunned and lonely.
Peter is on his back, his hand sifting through his hair. He is tired of his
thoughts running in circles but he just can't find rest. Then his door creaks
open. Peter keeps stock still. A figure enters the room, closes the door and
advances to his bed.
“Pete?” Edmund.
“Yeah.”
He automatically scoots over, pulling the covers aside and then engulfing
Edmund with them as soon as he's settled in.
“Can't sleep?” He asks. They're facing each other. Edmund grabbing for his
hands.
“Neither can you, apparently.” Edmund is playing with his fingers while they
both listen to the night.
“Ed, I can'-”
“I am afraid, too.” He interrupts. “Of dying. Of dying and not waking up.
Hurting you like that and then never being able to comfort you. Of waking up
and not remembering anything. Either of Narnia or England. Of not being the
same person anymore. All these possibilities scare me.”
His hands rest their playing with Peter's fingers.
“But, you know what scares me more? That Aslan said he could feel Jadis in me
more than he could feel me. I'm scared of becoming her.”
“You would never.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it was you who broke the barrier of ice, who saved me from making the
mistake of giving in to her.”
“I wanted you to, though. I wanted you to give in. I wanted to do it myself.”
“But you didn't. You were stronger than her.”
“But how much longer, Peter? It's a risk I'm not willing to take.”
“So instead you're willing to risk the possibility of death?” He knows he
sounds bitter.
“Don't you see? I would die either way.” He grips Peter's hands tighter.
“Except that one death could mean I get to wake up and be with the person I
love. Wholly myself. So, please. Kill me, Peter.”
He kisses him instead. Hungry and desperate. Clenching his hands in Edmund's
dark hair. Swooping the covers aside to move on top of him. Parting his legs to
press himself on Edmund.
Edmund who gasps, breaks the kiss to moan Peter's name, busy sucking kisses
into Edmund's neck. Peter's hands snake under Edmund's shirt, making his
nipples go instantly hard, rubbing his dick harder on Edmund's.
They're both breathing harder already when Peter stops moving for a second,
pressing his face at the nape of Edmund's throat. Edmund has one hand in
Peter's hair, the other lying on his shoulder. Peter moves his head up to look
into his eyes.
“You're still so cold.” He mumbles.
“Warm me up then.”
Peter leans forward, presses a kiss to Edmund's lips. They both keep their eyes
open, regarding each other for a moment before breaking the kiss again. They
take each other's shirts off then, spending endless seconds roaming over every
inch of exposed skin.
Peter guides Edmund's hips up to pull his pants down. There is no contact for a
second with Edmund completely bare in front of his brother, his figure only
illuminated by the moonlight.
Peter lets his right index finger come down in the middle of Edmund's chest.
Then he puts his whole palm down. He holds it there.
“I can feel your heart beat.”
Edmund's left hand pulls Peter closer, his right mirroring Peter's on his
brother's chest. They stay like this for a moment. Reassuring themselves of
each other's presence.
Peter's left hand joins his right then, they slowly move down along Edmund's
chest. Stopping right before the end of his ribcage. His right thumb stroking
over one part of skin specifically.
“This is were Jadis almost killed you.” He leans down placing a soft kiss
there. He feels Edmund's hands in his hair.
Peter's hands move lower over the tips of his hips, his mouth slowly following.
He rests his forehead right below his navel. Edmund does a sharp intake as
Peter moves his hands past his groin and down his thighs. And he can smell him
now. Hard and ready. He looks up at Edmund with a wolfish grin.
“And then there's this.”
In the dim light Edmund's eyes seem wholly black, he's breathing through his
nose and the grip in Peter's hair tightens.
He leans his head back down, his hands ghosting from Edmund's knees back up
along the inside of his thighs. The closer Peter comes to his dick, the wider
Edmund is spreading his legs. Peter stops at the last moment, placing a kiss on
his inner thigh and sitting back up. Edmund whines.
“Tell me what you want.” He says, his hands not touching Edmund.
“Peter.” He whimpers. “You. I want you.”
“Where?” He teases.
Edmund makes a frustrated noise, lifting his hips up but Peter only smirks at
him. Edmund's own hand shoots up then, making for his dick but Peter grabs it
midair. He inches a bit forwards on his knees, pushing Edmund's legs further
past him, until he can press Edmund's sneaky hand to his own junk.
“This what you want?”
“Yes, Peter. Yes, please.”
He holds Edmund's hand in a vice grip, rubbing himself on it. His breathing
gets heavier.
Looking into Edmund's heated eyes, he has mercy at last. His free hand closing
around Edmund's dick. Edmund groans loudly, pressing the side of his face into
the pillows. He recovers a moment later, starts rubbing Peter's cock now on his
own accord, simultaneously trying to pull down Peter's pants with his free
hand.
Peter leans forward, trying to kiss Edmund but it's harder without their hands
steadying them. As soon as Peter is rid of his pants, his hands shoot up to
Edmund's face to kiss him properly. Their bare cocks sliding and pressing onto
each other. The sensation is so intense they can't help breaking the kiss and
instead moan into each other's skin.
“More, Peter.”
“Yeah.”
Peter's hand snakes down between their bodies to grab them both but the angle
is awkward and he can't really move.
“Here, let me.” Edmund pants. And with that he hooks his right leg over Peter's
hip and flips them over.
He straddles Peter firmly and grabs their dicks himself. This new position is
much more pleasant and Edmund throws his head back in bliss. The arch of his
throat a long line. He's rutting into his own hand, Peter can feel Edmund's
balls slide over his thigh. His own hands come up to hold onto Edmund's hips.
“You're so fucking beautiful.”
Edmund's head is propped up on his shoulder, his eyes focusing on Peter. He's
panting hard. With the next flick of his wrist Edmund is stuttering out a
particularly forceful moan.
“Don't come.” Peter slows down Edmund's movement. His right hand disappearing
behind Edmund's back, touching him between his asscheeks.
“I'm not done with you, yet.”
A moment passes, both their breathing labored.
“Do it.” He finally says. Peter flips them over again.
He parts Edmund's legs a bit further, rubbing a dry hand over his entrance.
“I've got nothing to ease the way, though.”
“Give me your hand.” Edmund seizes Peter's outstretched hand and begins licking
and sucking on his index and middle finger.
“Fucking hell.” Edmund gives him a lewd look before releasing Peter's hand.
“Try it like this.” Peter leans forward to give Edmund a quick peck.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
With this he slowly starts prodding Edmund's hole, trying to make it give way.
The first finger goes in slowly but manageable. However, simply attempting to
press two fingers in at the same time proves to be a tight fit, already.
“Relax a bit more, Ed.”
“Trying.” He breathes through gritted teeth.
“How about I help you think of something else.” Peter smirks.
Before Edmund can even ask what he means, has Peter's head already disappeared
between his thighs. Edmund gasps loudly as Peter takes him into his mouth as
far as he could go, simultaneously forcing two fingers into his hole.
It doesn't take long from there on until Edmund's fingers wind themselves into
Peter's hair again and he is reduced to a squirming, babbling mess.
“Now, Peter, please do it now. Put it in, I'm gonna come.”
Peter releases Edmund's cock, taking a calming breaths.
“Okay.” He pulls his fingers from Edmund's hole. Peter looks at his sweaty face
and strokes the dark hair from his forehead.
“I love you so much.”
Edmund takes Peter's hand and presses a kiss and a smile into his palm.
“Me too.”
Peter then hooks Edmund's right leg onto his shoulder, grabs the head of his
dick and lines it up. Neither of them take their eyes off of this scene until
Edmund is forced to squeeze his eyes shut. His hands grabbing fistfuls of
sheet. Peter notices Edmund's discomfort but they've come too far to stop at
this moment. And it feels so good. So fucking good. Edmund certainly doesn't
feel cold in there.
As he is a little more than halfway inside Peter lets go of his dick, steadies
himself with one arm next to Edmund's head and the other grabbing the back of
Edmund's thigh. Edmund's ankle already slid off his shoulder by that point.
“Can I move?” Edmund's eyes and mouth are completely squeezed shut but he nods
once.
Peter begins tentatively to move, pressing at first a bit more inside but when
Edmund's brow furrows even deeper, he stills again.
“Sorry, sorry, let me- ” So he tries pulling a bit out again but that makes
Edmund's thighs clamp tight around Peter.
Peter is kind of at a loss now and he looks helplessly at his brother, not
daring to move an inch.
“Ed?”
“Kiss me.” He pushes out, too fast.
“What? I didn- ”
“Just kiss me.” He repeats. Edmund opens his eyes minimally to look at Peter.
“I always forget everything else when you kiss me.”
Peter smiles fondly at him before coming down on Edmund. At first he just
ghosts his lips over Edmund's until he feels his brother's open in protest,
then he descends, pressing a long and caring kiss to Edmund's mouth. When he
opens his eyes again Edmund's are still closed but no longer in pain and
discomfort.
“More.” He demands. Peter smiles and complies. With the kiss deepening he
simultaneously pushes his cock deeper as well. When he feels Edmund's face
scrunch up again he gives an excusing lick with his tongue or a nudge to his
nose and a kiss to the corner of his eye.
Gradually Peter can move inside of him easier than just these first abortive
half thrusts. The hands that clawed their way into whatever they could reach of
Peter begin to loosen their hold, as well. Peter breaks their last kiss
languidly.
“I want to move harder now, okay?”
“Okay.”
And Peter does just that. At first closely keeping an eye on Edmund's facial
reactions but as soon as he sees Edmund throw his head back again, exposing
that graceful line, he starts to move with abandon.
Slamming into Edmund's hips and against the hand that Edmund has curled around
his own dick, now fully come back to life.
They're both so close to the edge that every single nerve ending might as well
be on fire. Edmund comes shouting Peter's name, contracting his whole body.
Peter comes seconds behind. Thrusting slow and deep, riding out his orgasm.
Peter lets himself fall to the side, their heads so close together, their hair
strands are intersecting. Both their breathing is still going strong. Peter
looks over at Edmund, who has his eyes closed.
“You're not gonna do that with Caspian, are you?”
Peter catches a twitch at the corner of Edmund's mouth before he gets smothered
by a pillow. Then he feels Edmund climbing on top of him, lifting the pillow
from his face and then smashing it right down again.
“You wanna say that again?” Edmund dares him, his voice bright. Peter muffles
something.
“Huh? Can't hear you.” Edmund answers, pressing the pillow still down. Peter is
laughing so hard by now that Edmund puts the cushion away. Peter has tears in
his eyes from his cackling, Edmund just shakes his head with a grin and pushes
Peter's hands over his head.
He leans down and presses a long and sensual kiss to Peter's lips.
“You better didn't mean that seriously.”
Peter's voice is husky when he answers.
“No, not that.”
Then he tackles Edmund and tickles him without mercy.
“But this!”
Their laughter shouldn't cease for quite some time that night.
Two weeks later Peter rams Rhindon right through Edmund's heart. He doesn't
start crying until Edmund's eyes are closed.
They go home.
Fin.
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