Between Two Ages | By : AislingSiobhan Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 4542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I know it has been absolutely ages, so I’m rather hoping there are people still willing to read this, but I lost the plot a bit for a while. I tend to write out summaries for each of my chapters in advance (because it works better for me than pre-writing chapters) but for some reason, I have a hell of a load of summaries for Narnia after 1,300 years, but none for Narnia-following-chapter-three.
It took a while to get here. But it IS here.
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Chapter 4
Interlude I
Time truly did seem to fly when one was having fun. Or alternatively, time was forced to go by quicker when one was busy and there were various deadlines to meet. There was plenty to get done when one ruled a kingdom, and similarly when one planned to overthrown previous rules and take on the kingdom for themselves, there was a great deal many things that had to be arranged, and sorted out, and concerned with.
The majority for the subsequent two months found Caspian spending as much time as possible with King Peter. The false King Miraz spent quite a number of hours overseeing the construction of his castle at Beaversdam, and his youngest son Calpian spent his days being followed around by suspicious Narnians at Beruna as work on the other castle was slow going, and the Narnians didn’t seem to understand why there was barely more than foundations after two and a half months.
Telmorra, as Miraz had decided to name his true castle, was rising quickly. Much quicker than he had first expected. His eyes travelled up the height of the castle, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips, and his fingers drummed lightly against the side of his leg. “How much longer?” There was already half a castle built.
“A month or two, my King. No more than three.” Lord Drimel bowed low, his moustache twitching as his mouth worked nervously.
“Two.” Miraz said quietly. He wouldn’t accept anything else. Three months was far too long.
“The building of the towers will commence once the roof is installed, Sire. Then we can furnish the castle. Men are already beginning to cut down trees from the woods. After that, the bridge can be laid, and we still have enough gun powder left upon the ships to blow away the ground surrounding the castle.”
“Yes,” Miraz said, “I want the land Telmorra stands upon to be distinguished from the land the others must live upon. Let only the bridge connect them.”
“It will be much safer, my King.” The man said in agreement. “Then all that will be left will be to build homes for your men.”
Miraz nodded. He smirked again as he watched one man fall from the scaffolding around the castle and fall over the edge of the waterfall with a scream. “That,” he nodded, “and to rid ourselves of the children.” He snorted and turned away from the rest of his screaming and crying servants, and began to walk back to where he left his horse. Lord Drimel followed him warily.
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“Peter?” A soft voice asked just before a rather pretty face peeked around the edge of the door. The door was already open, as would have been proper in England when not alone in a bedroom, but Lucy was polite enough to wait to be asked to enter.
“Come in, O sister mine.” Peter called, his voice light and lyrical. It made Caspian’s blood sing.
Lucy walked slowly into the room. Her hands were clasped in front of her chest, and her eyes were wide as they landed on Caspian. He was lying sprawled across Peter’s sleigh bed, with his shirt removed and his hair in disarray. While he may have looked debauched to Lucy, the reality of the situation was far less shocking. Peter had merely been trying to convince Caspian to wear some of the Narnian’s clothing and had ended up forcefully stripping him. Peter was holding one of his own shirt’s in his left hand, and with his right hand he waved Lucy forward.
“You are busy.” She said, beginning to turn away.
“No.” Peter said at once, a blush covering his face as he realized how it must look. “I wanted to see how he looked in my apparel.” He waved the shirt to back up his statement. “Caspian was being a little difficult.”
“Oh I am a brick!” Lucy said with a giggle. “Of course, you’d close the door if you were up to anything devilish, wouldn’t you Peter?” The blond blushed again, but Caspian let out a delighted chuckle.
“I do like you,” he told Lucy with a smile.
“Oh,” she cooed, “and I adore you just as much, O good my friend.”
“Why do you speak like that? Saying ‘O’ and then ‘my’ in the wrong order?” He had asked Peter numerous times before, but all Peter would say was that it was just the way all Narnians spoke.
Lucy said pretty much the same thing. “We all talk this way, dearest Caspian. Even though the Calormens are a little more eloquent,” Peter gave a snort of amusement, “they do also speak in a similar fashion. It is just the way things are here.”
“It was different in Spain,” the boy said softly.
“And different in England.” Peter said after a short moment of silence.
“You are from England? You never said.”
“You never asked.” Lucy said, grinning. “But yes. Only a Son of Adam or a Daughter of Eve may sit upon the throne of Narnia, so it follows that only a human from our world may rule over all of Narnia. Sometimes I miss home. But then I think of those few minutes where we were unexpectedly thrown back there and my heart clenches in fear.”
Peter moved towards her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. “We won’t go back this time until we are ready.” He promised her, his voice stern. “Now, why did you come here?”
“Susan said we are all to ride out to Beruna. She has heard from Damne that the process is going far too slowly, brother mine. She thinks we should be more suspicious of the Telmarines.” Her eyes widened as she remembered that Caspian was in the room. “I am sorry! I didn’t mean-”
“No, no, it’s fine. If you suddenly appeared in my home I would be suspicious as well.” He said with a smile, trying to calm the girl’s frantic apologizes.
“No you wouldn’t.” Peter said quietly.
“But father would be. I have been told I am too trusting.” He grinned at Peter, lying back against the pillows and spreading his legs slightly. Lucy took that as her cue to leave the room. “Am I too trusting, Peter? Am I entirely safe with you?” He gave the High King a soft, shy smile before the corners of his lips stretched higher and he grinned cheekily at his friend.
The months that had passed had also bore witness to some spectacular moments of passion between the two. So far there had been nothing more than kisses but they were nonetheless passionate. Peter still had a slight difficulty when he thought about the age difference between the two, to which Caspian was always fast to point out that Caspian was actually the older of the two. It was, understandably, hard for Peter to forget that he was not in his thirties any longer.
Peter walked to Caspian’s side, and climbed onto the bed. With a grin splitting his face, he crawled forward, until he was leaning over the bare-chested boy, one arm on either side of Caspian’s head. He bent down, brushing his lips over Caspian’s and smiled. “You will always be safe with me.”
“Ah,” Caspian said as he raised a hand to run through Peter’s corn-coloured hair. “But is my virtue safe?”
“Virtuous indeed,” Peter chuckled in amusement. He had figured the other man must have had some experience, for he was far too flirtatious and upfront with his wants and desires.
“I am not.” Caspian said suddenly, as Peter began to pull back. “I’m not experienced. You were the first person I kissed, and I assure you, if I have my way, good King, you’ll be the first and last person I make love with.” His arms wrapped around Peter’s shoulders and he pulled the King down so Peter was lying on top of him, pressing him into the mattress.
“Then you should hope your virtue would not be safe with me, O pretty mine.” Peter said when their mouths separated. His eyes were shinning slightly, wide and glossy with unshed tears, as he looked down on his lover. His hand traced the length of Caspian’s neck then moved back up of grasp the Telmarine’s chin. “You are stunning.” He whispered before lowering his mouth to Caspian’s again.
Their mouths moulded to one another’s, their tongue duelling and their fingers tangled in hair or dug deeply into the flesh of the other’s shoulders and back. Caspian moaned, his back arching as he thrust his hips upwards to rub his groin against Peter’s. The dark haired male drew away from Peter’s mouth with a cry as Peter’s hand slipped beneath the waist band of his trousers for the first time. A warm, soft hand closed around his half hard penis and he gave another hoarse cry as Peter gave one experimental tug.
The Telmarine writhed, his mouth open and his legs spread, and Peter watched him in his pleasure. His own cock was hard, but he contented himself with rutting against Caspian’s leg. Caspian’s other leg was wrapped around Peter’s waist and his arms drew Peter’s head down for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a moan, as Caspian’s leg drew up and pressed tightly against his clothed erection. His hand clenched around Caspian’s cock in return.
His face was pressed against the dark-haired boy’s neck, and he panted along with Caspian as the elder boy groaned and writhed and achieved his pleasure with a loud cry of the King’s name. Peter pulled his hand free of Caspian’s trousers and, when Caspian’s eyes were on him, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked away all traces of the Telmarine’s pleasure. Caspian moaned at the sight, but he was physically unable to do much more than watch at this point.
Peter rose from the bed, his cock throbbing in his own trousers, but he said nothing. “You will have to wear some of my trousers.”
“I should start leaving clothing here,” Caspian said.
Peter shot him a searching look, trying to decide if the boy was serious or not. “If you wish.” His words were met with a blinding grin. Peter left the room and headed to his bathroom. When the door was closed, he pulled down his trousers and wrapped one hand around his erection. His head was thrown back, leaning on the wall behind him, while his legs were splayed and bent at the knee. His hand worked on himself furiously, not stopping even as the door opened and his eyes landed on Caspian.
Worried not, was Peter, that either of his siblings would see him in this state. They all had their own bathrooms and their own rooms and they knew better than to walk in uninvited on Peter, or Edmund, or Susan, or Lucy while they were seeking privacy.
Caspian licked his lips softly, wetting them, before moving to kneel in front of Peter. Hesitantly he reached out to wrap one hand around the base of Peter’s erection.
“You don’t have to.” The blond panted, his hand stopping its movements.
“I want to please you, in whichever way I can.” A blush spread across his cheeks, as he bowed his head. His tongue flicked out to trace over the head of the penis in front of him. Peter’s legs quivered in anticipation. “On my back, on my front, on my knees,” he whispered, his eyes hooded as he looked up at Peter’s face before opening his mouth and taking the other man in to the root.
When Peter reached his orgasm, Caspian was erect and palming himself through his trousers. They came together this time. As Peter screamed, “Caspian!”, the Telmarine moaned, his mouth full of Peter’s cock and seed, and he willingly swallowed every drop offered to him.
Caspian was forced to change his trousers again, after soiling the second pair. Peter watched him dress with a fond smile, and pulled on the sea-green cloak that Caspian was fond of. He still didn’t particularly like the cloak, but he did like Caspian. The Telmarine smiled at him, as hand in hand, they left Peter’s tower and descended into Cair Paravel to find the other King and Queens.
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They were met in the throne room with wide smiles and cheering. Caspian was uncharacteristically bashful as Fauns and Nymphs and the like approached him to offer congratulations. Peter took it all in stride, nodding and accepting the good wishes with thanks of his own. He had taken many lovers during the Golden Age, and with each one the Talking Beasts and the other Magical Creatures of Narnia acted as if he were finally choosing a bride and co-ruler. With each one he merely smiled, agreed and bedded his lover until they grew apart.
With Caspian though, Peter thought as he watched the Telmarine out of the corner of his eyes, it could be much more.
It would also be good for Narnia, of course. If you have already thought of this then I commend you and your wisdom. But of course, if High King Peter were to marry the Telmarine Prince then there would be a Telmarine on the throne, and the people of Telmar would feel much more secure about their lives here in Narnia. Now, it wouldn’t appease Miraz, for he wanted to be King all by himself, but it would keep the others happy. The Telmarine’s were fond of their Prince, for he was kind and fair and not as cruel as Miraz, and they would be happy to follow Caspian the Third. Even if it would mean following the Narnian barbarians as well.
Peter wasn’t much thinking about marriage at the moment; after all he was only fifteen again. Instead he made his way to his siblings, while Caspian was still being congratulated. “You told them?” He asked Lucy.
She smiled bashfully. “Not really, Peter,” she said whiningly. “I was speaking to Susan about you both, and she said that Caspian liked you and that was why he flirted so often with you. Edmund said you must like Caspian as well, for you allowed him to flirt.”
“And you are still wearing that horrid green cloak,” Edmund said, butting in.
“So,” Lucy continued, “I wondered out loud how it would be if you and Caspian fell in love, O brother mine, and some of the Goblins overheard. There was a minor argument between them, for I fear they don’t seem to like the Telmarines much, and that meant that the Fauns overheard and they told the Dryads and Shallowpad the Raven heard and he told Orieus, and then the Centaurs knew all about it, and by then it was too late to tell people it wasn’t true because everyone thought it was.”
“Is it true?” Edmund asked, still eyeing the cloak distastefully.
“Yes.” Peter said shortly, and Edmund merely shrugged his shoulders and let it pass. He didn’t mind either way if Peter wanted one gender over another as long as his brother was happy and remained his brother. He loved Peter, and he wanted to love anyone Peter loved, but that didn’t mean Caspian would be accepted with open arms. He knew, just as Lucy did and Peter suspected, that Susan was wary of all and any of the Telmarines. That included Caspian. She was always to one to insist he leave Cair Paravel before they retired to bed, or if he did sleep the night, she would make sure he was escorted back to the shore early the next morning. She seemed to believe he was a spy of some kind.
“This is all well and good,” Susan said firmly, her hands on her hips. “But we’ll be late for the inspection.”
“Do tell,” Peter said. He straightened his mail and his tunic and picked up his crown from where it rested on his throne and placed it on his head.
Susan settled it for him, so that it was lying on his head straight. “I have heard rumours that there is building work going on further north. I wanted to make sure that this home in Beruna was actually being built and it wasn’t just a waste of time so Caspian the Second can plot something against us.”
“Susan!”
“What Peter? You know very well some people can’t be trusted. Edmund learnt that from the White Witch. She was from another land, and she came here and nearly killed Narnia. We can’t let that happen again.”
“Caspian isn’t from another world. He is from our world. The same world as us, Su, and we rule just fine.” Edmund said softly, flinching at the reminder of his betrayal.
She sniffled. “There is something about him that I don’t trust. Something his son doesn’t have.” She looked towards Caspian as she spoke. He was surrounded by Goblins who were poking his legs with hilts of their swords, and all of them were talking in quick succession so Caspian didn’t have a hope of answering anything they asked him. He shrugged his shoulders at Peter, when he noticed the siblings watching, and Peter gave him a soft smile in return. “I still don’t trust him though. Just because he isn’t in on the plot doesn’t mean that his father isn’t manipulating him!”
“Very well, Susan.” Peter said as he rubbed his chin in thought. “I suppose it is high time we did some routine inspections. It might be necessary to pass through Beruna, after all. There will be nothing to do about that, which might be unfortunate for our visiting King, but that’s that.” Peter nodded to himself as his siblings grinned.
None of them were naive enough to just appear and announce their suspicions for Miraz to become more secretive in return. So they would do what they always did when there was a possibly uprising suspected. They would inspect all of Narnia, and eventually they would find out the hiding places of traitors and the secrets that were hoped to keep hidden.
Hopefully it would work as well now, as it had in the past.
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Enjoy? Let me know. How long does it take to build a castle, lol?
People seemed to have stopped liking The Lambs (3 reviews? That sucks).
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