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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Chronicles_of_Narnia_-_C._S._Lewis
  Relationship:
      Caspian/Edmund_Pevensie/Eustace_Scrubb, Caspian/Edmund_Pevensie
  Additional Tags:
      Yuletide, recipient:Celandine, challenge:New_Year_Resolutions_2008, past
      dubious_consent
  Collections:
      New_Year_Resolutions_2008
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-01-28 Words: 2414
****** Voyage ******
by whetherwoman
Summary
     How boys become men and kings.
"No," Edmund murmurs. "Not now, Caspian."
"Quiet," Caspian murmurs back. "Let me."
Edmund sucks in a breath. "Ah—just—he's right there—"
"He's asleep, I checked." Caspian bends his head to Edmund's neck, his tongue
flicking out hotly. "Just—don't make a noise, let me—"
Edmund bites his lip, his whole body taut, trying to keep in the moan that
reverberates in his throat as Caspian slips into his hammock. Caspian's mouth
is hot on his ear, his neck, his collarbone, and Caspian's body rubs against
his with a grace Edmund has only seen in Narnia. Something about sword
fighting, most likely—or just one of the many things that he's only seen in
Narnia, only here—
"Hush," Caspian whispers, and Edmund swallows the small noises in his throat
and grabs at Caspian's hips.
This is the first time they've done this in their cabin, with Eustace only a
few feet away, and Edmund feels like his blood itself is louder than usual.
Caspian is trembling against him, and Edmund tries to move slow and steady,
twisting one hand between them to fumble with their trousers. The measured rock
of the ship slides them together and Edmund tries to slow his breath to match
it. It's difficult with Caspian's hips sliding against his, sweat springing up
where their skin touches, Caspian's tongue on his skin.
Caspian makes a small noise as Edmund finally gets their trousers open and
their pricks slide against each other. They both freeze, listening, waiting for
any sign that Eustace has heard them. It's been four days since Dragon Island
and Eustace's change of character, but Edmund has no delusions that Eustace's
newfound reasonableness would extend to—to something like this.
But Eustace makes no sign of stirring, and Edmund can feel the beat of
Caspian's heart straight through his chest. Caspian squirms against him,
rolling his hips so Edmund has to throw back his head and try to pull Caspian
even closer. It's always overwhelming, it has been overwhelming since the first
time, only a few weeks ago.
===============================================================================
They were two weeks past the Lone Islands, the storm safely behind them, and
Edmund and Caspian were lying on the deck behind the ship's boat looking up at
the stars. They had been trading stories about the constellations. Edmund's
tales were fresh in his memory, but ancient history to Caspian. Caspian's
stories were from Doctor Cornelius, told to him in the rare intervals between
learning the history of old Narnia and making plans for the new one. In the
calm the ship was caught in, even at night the air was stiflingly hot and both
boys had taken off their tunics.
After a while they fell quiet, out of stories but content to be near each
other.
"Edmund," Caspian said hesitantly, breaking the silence. "When you and your
brother and sisters were Kings and Queens of Narnia, did you—how did your lords
and knights swear fealty to you?"
Edmund squinted up at the stars. "They swore an oath in front of all the court,
to the High King and to all of us and to Aslan. Sometimes, if there were quite
a few at once, we had a banquet afterwards."
"Ah," Caspian said.
Edmund pushed himself up on one elbow. "Were you thinking of something else? I
may not be remembering it all—we could ask Lucy tomorrow."
"No," Caspian said uncertainly. "Well, not really. I had an idea that—I don't
know where I heard it. It was probably just a story."
"Spit it out, then," Edmund said tolerantly, lying back down and closing his
eyes.
He was surprised to feel Caspian's hand on his cheek, and then a second later
to feel Caspian's lips gently brush his. Edmund's eyes popped open. Caspian was
leaning over him, a worried frown creasing his forehead but his hand still
touching Edmund's cheek.
"No," Edmund said softly, and Caspian jerked away. "No, I don't remember ever
doing that."
"It wasn't just that I heard about," Caspian said in a rush, not meeting
Edmund's eyes. "It was that and—and more, to show loyalty of the body and soul,
and I want—Edmund, even if that wasn't how you did it before, do you
think—could I—Could we, Edmund?"
Edmund sat up slowly. Caspian looked miserable, like he wanted to look at
Edmund but couldn't make himself do it. Edmund carefully reached out and
touched his shoulder. "It would be a bad idea."
"I know," Caspian said wretchedly. "But I want to, and—and I'm tired of not
being able to do what I want to do. I thought it would be different once we
brought Old Narnia back, once Miraz was gone and I was king, but it's not, not
at all." He raised his eyes hopefully to Edmund's. "You know what it's
like—everyone telling you what you can and can't do, all the rules and
responsibilities."
"I do know," Edmund said quietly. His mind was rushing a mile a minute, pros
and cons flicking in and out of his head. His lips still tingled.
"There's no harm in it," Caspian said, inching closer. "No one will know. No
one's on deck now, and none of the lookouts could see us behind the ship's boat
here."
Edmund bit his lip and struggled with himself a moment longer. But Caspian
moved closer, until their chests were almost touching, and Edmund did know what
it was like to think you were a king and find out you were still only a boy. He
drew Caspian's head to him until their lips met again.
And then Caspian was on his back and Edmund was on top of him, and they were
biting at each other's mouths with sweat running hot and slick between them.
Edmund's hips snapped forward as Caspian worked a hand between them and he
muffled his harsh gasp in Caspian's neck.
"Have you—before?" Caspian gasped, not pausing in his efforts to reach into
Edmund's trousers. "Here or—in your own world?"
Edmund barked a laugh. "Not here, not—but yes—Caspian—it's different here." And
it is very different indeed, Edmund thought somewhat incoherently as Caspian's
hand closed on his prick. He rolled to the side, taking Caspian with him and
shoved both their trousers down until he could grasp Caspian in return, both of
them thrusting into each other's hands.
After all, he thought as his body tensed, he'd followed through with bad ideas
before. He'd done worse. And there was no sickly taste of Turkish Delight on
his tongue this time; there was only Caspian's strong sweet breath and the
smell of them both intermingled as they spent in each other's arms.
===============================================================================
Edmund tries to hear whether they're making too much noise, to quiet himself
and Caspian, but the roar of his blood and breath fills his ears in the tiny
space of the cabin.
Until Caspian whispers, "Listen," and suddenly there's nothing to hear but his
voice. "I thought we could—do you want to—" He starts pushing at Edmund's hips,
trying to turn them over. "What you talked about—you remember—" And yes, Edmund
remembers and turns willingly, trying to suppress a shiver of anticipation and
a little fear. He had done this before, or rather had it done to him, and he
wanted to try it in Narnia, with Caspian, where everything was different and
better. He was almost sure he wanted to.
Caspian is behind him now, his hips making tiny jerks into Edmund's arse, his
prick rubbing Edmund's back. This is as far as they've ever gotten, and Edmund
feels his breath coming shorter.
"Should I—what should I—" Caspian mumbles into his neck, his hand slipping
hesitantly over Edmund's stomach.
"Just—" Edmund tries, then gives up on words and grabs Caspian's hand. He pulls
it up to his mouth and sucks on Caspian's first three fingers. They are long
and slim, calluses from sword and sail rough against Edmund's tongue. He hears
a choked sound from Caspian, and Caspian's prick slips between his cheeks,
slick with sweat.
"Now put—put—" Edmund says as he takes Caspian's fingers from his mouth,
shoving his hand down again. Caspian squirms back a bit and fits the tip of one
finger right where Edmund wants it. Edmund closes his eyes and tries to relax.
It feels like—like Caspian is turning him to putty, reshaping him in an
entirely different form. He feels like he's no longer connected, like his arms
are across the room and his legs belong to another person entirely. Every other
time he's done this, he's been trying so hard to keep himself together, to keep
himself separate from everything around him. To feel himself expanding now,
filling the whole room, the whole ship—he wants to keep going, to expand until
he fills all of Narnia. He is both the whole world and a single point around
two, then three of Caspian's fingers.
Then the fingers are gone and Edmund feels himself shaking as if there's
nothing to hold him together. He thinks Caspian says something as he moves
closer, maybe the word "King—" but he can't think about it, because sweat is
springing to his skin and his breath is catching and the closest thing he's
ever felt to this is when Aslan looked him in the eye except that this is
completely different and Caspian is pushing into him.
===============================================================================
They had talked about it, back before Dragon Island, in the first rush of
discovery of how their bodies fit together. Neither of them had slept well in
the heat, and one night Edmund woke to realize Eustace wasn't there.
"Caspian?" he murmured, living his head.
"Mmph," Caspian said, then woke up all the way. "Oh, he's gone, is he? Shall we
mount a search party or see if he's fallen over the side?"
"No," Edmund said, and got out of his hammock. "I've got a better idea."
"You have, have you?" Caspian said, amused, and made room as Edmund wiggled in
next to him. "We should make it quick—he could be back any minute."
"No," Edmund said again. "I have—I've wanted to try something." He leaned
forward for a kiss, and before Caspian could say anything he moved his mouth to
Caspian's ear and whispered what he meant in harsh words, the only ones he
knew.
Caspian went very still. "Are you—that sounds very—you've done it before?"
"Sort of," Edmund said helplessly. "I told you it's different here. I want to—I
want it to be different." He didn't know how to explain boarding school, the
power gained and lost every night by someone in someone else's bed. It's like a
war, almost, like the battles he waged and won as King in Narnia, but
secretive, malicious, leaving bile in his throat. He wanted clean Narnian
combat, a fight that he could throw himself into and know if he won or lost.
"I would, if you wished it," Caspian says hesitantly, his hands coming to rest
on Edmund's back. "I will—I want to prove myself to you. With you," he adds as
Edmund starts to shake his head. "I know you don't need me to. But I need to,
to—get something of what makes you king. Even now—you're young again, but you
are so much king, Edmund, I want that, I want—"
And that was when Reepicheep caught Eustace stealing water and they had to go
up on deck and handle the situation the way kings must.
===============================================================================
Caspian is all the way inside Edmund now, rocking back and forth in tiny
increments that reverberate from Edmund's head to his toes. He can feel
Caspian's fingers pressing deep into his skin, then sliding forward. He lets
out an involuntary gasp as Caspian's fingers close around his cock, and his
eyes pop open—
—and meet Eustace's eyes, looking directly at him. He freezes but Eustace makes
a noise and jerks, and a shaft of moonlight falling into the room as the ship
rocks clearly shows Eustace's hand, dripping with liquid.
"What—" Edmund says stupidly, and he feels Caspian freeze behind him as he sees
Eustace as well. But Caspian gasps and jerks forward, shocking a cry out of
Edmund, and then Edmund can feel Caspian twitching inside him.
The three of them are frozen like that for a moment, Caspian's hand still on
Edmund, and then Eustace gets out of his bunk and moves towards the hammock.
With a shock, Edmund realizes what he's about to do.
"Don't—Eustace—"
"I know," Eustace breathes, crouching before him. "It'll never happen again, I
promise." And he leans forward to take Edmund in his mouth.
Edmund feels like all the breath is sucked from his lungs as he arches back,
feeling Caspian twitch once again inside him as Eustace surrounds him with heat
and wet and—oh—suction—
He spends in Eustace's mouth and comes back to himself gasping, but suddenly
calm. Everything seems clear, everyone plain before him like the stillest lake.
Eustace, cheek now resting against Edmund's thigh, trying for the first time in
his life to reach for something greater than himself. Caspian, behind him but
with both arms and a leg wrapped around him, hiding from a kingship he never
honestly thought he'd hold. And himself, boy and king, Edmund the traitor and
Edmund the Just—the three of them are suddenly shaped into a triangle and he is
at the front, pointing the direction they all must go.
He feels Caspian's breath deepen and his limbs relax. Edmund extricates himself
carefully and helps a half-asleep Eustace back to his bunk, then slips into his
own hammock, trying to ignore the slick feeling between his legs. Like his
previous journeys in Narnia, this voyage had changed him. He would not go back
to his aunt and uncle, nor back to school, as anything like the same person.
Each breath of Narnian air that fills his lungs also fills him with more
certainty: this will be his last trip to Narnia. Eustace will be back, and will
no doubt discover a hero inside himself. Caspian will be a real king
eventually, although Edmund knows he will struggle with it. But Edmund—Edmund
has to grow up again, and for the first time in two years he is almost sure he
can do it.
He lies awake a long time.

                                        
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