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Mirror Mirror	By : deadhead Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 4819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spring comes, and as the full moon rises over Cair Paravel Edmund finds Tumnus gazing out over the battlements.
"Can you hear the dryads from here?" he asks Tumnus, coming up behind him.
Tumnus starts, clearly unaware of Edmund's approach. "Wh... Oh. No - I can't hear anything from the forest from this distance."
"So are we going then?"
"You want to attend the first Spring Revel?"
Edmund falters in the face of Tumnus' bewilderment. "Is it forbidden? I thought you said that everyone was welcome."
"No. I mean, that's right. Everyone is welcome. I just didn't think you would want to go."
"Why not?"
Tumnus can't provide a reason. Edmund is old enough, and surely sexually experienced enough, although Tumnus has still hesitated to breach the last barrier of his virginity by entering him. Just because in the four years of their reign no King or Queen has attended the revels does not mean that one never will. He bows low, his face suffused with pleasure. "It would be my honour to accompany you, my king."
Edmund lets it go at that, rushing excitedly down to their rooms to don more suitable attire. Tumnus stops in the gardens to pluck the prolific climbing roses and weave them into garlands for their hair - deep blood-red for him and palest cream for Edmund.
In the feast-hall, the buzz is rising excitedly. The young monarchs may not have noted the occasion but the other Narnians know what today is. The cooks have sauteed the first tender greens of the season and stuffed the venison with a special stuffing incorporating the last of the previous year's nuts and raisins. Tumnus knows that many of the castle inhabitants will creep off to the forest after the feast to join the wilder revelling there.
When Oreius sees the garlands in Tumnus' hands he smiles and nods. Tumnus' returning smile speaks eloquently of his joy in this night.
Edmund is too excited to eat much. Tumnus makes sure he eats a few slices of the venison and hisses to him to take some of the greens. Edmund does so, shooting him an enquiring look. "It's symbolic," Tumnus says. "As king you need to eat some." Edmund complies, and hisses something in Lucy's ear as he passes the platter which makes her look swiftly at Tumnus before serving herself from the dish. She passes the word to Peter, and Susan can be relied upon to eat them without reminder, being very fond of vegetables.
"Did we do this last year?" Edmund enquires, worried that he has missed something.
Tumnus reassures him that the staff took care of it last year. "Actually, I think you and Susan had that awful cold at this time last year," he remembers. Edmund is satisfied.
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The forest paths are well trodden. Edmund can see the marks of many tiny hooves and the scuffed trails of dryads. The naiads leave droplets of river water sparking along the paths from the river. The moon is as bright as day as they follow the sound of pipes and drums.
"Well met, King Edmund," says a stag, crossing their paths. "Spring joy to you."
Edmund inclines his dark, garlanded head graciously. "Spring joy to you, Admeus."
The pipes grow closer, and with a turn of the path they are in the clearing. The outermost circle of the dance warps a little, bulging out to meet them, and then a naiad seizes Edmund's hand, and a dryad Tumnus', and they are laughing and dancing in the circle.
The little naiad who has Edmund's hand is clearly hoping for his garland. Tumnus wishes he had taken a moment to discuss this with Edmund, who is sixteen and completely inexperienced with anyone but Tumnus. When Edmund gets the point, the naiad's slight hand caressing as if by accident across his groin, he turns a shocked face to his lover. Tumnus pulls him out of the circle and into the quieter forest. They need to talk.
In trying to find a private place they stumble upon more than one trysting couple: a willow and a maple dryad kissing almost invisible in the shadows; a faun pounding a naiad with exhibitionistic tendencies over a large boulder in the centre of a small bright clearing; two fauns sharing a birch dryad against her tree. Edmund stares longest at the last group.
"Would you like to do that?" Tumnus asks.
Edmund seems confused. He bites his lower lip and Tumnus leans in to kiss it better. "I love you, my king," he murmurs. "A night's revel will not change that. Whether we share a lover or you find yourself another faun or naiad to play with tonight will not alter the fact that tomorrow night we will be back in our own bed together."
Edmund arches into Tumnus, pressing their groins together, and Tumnus drops to sit before him on the tree roots. Unlacing the king's braes, he finds his prize, stiff and dripping. It takes only the barest minimum of sucking before Edmund comes, groaning, into the faun's attentive mouth. Tumnus laces him up swiftly, and stands to regard Edmund where he sags, pretty as a picture, against the old oak.
"Or we can just be us, as usual," he smirks. "A faun as lucky as I should probably not take the risk of losing your attentions to another. You might prefer him or her to me."
"Come here," the king commands, sinking to sit at the base of the tree. Tumnus places himself between his lover's legs, leaning in to place his head against Edmund's chest. The king is taller than Tumnus, now, with more height to come. Edmund threads his fingers restlessly through the faun's curls, thinking, as Tumnus waits patiently in his arms.
Behind them, the music changes to a chain-dance. Hop, hop, step. Hop, hop step. A rabbit scoots across their vision, pursued by the dark shadow of an owl.
"What will you do if I find another for the night?" Edmund asks, eventually.
"As my king wishes. I promised fidelity, and I will go back to the castle and wait if you ask it."
"That wouldn't be fair," Edmund says reluctantly.
"I have a hundred years of trysts behind me, my king, and I have done everything that I ever wished to try. You are in your first adult Springtime, and there is much you have never had the chance to explore."
For a moment, they are silent, and then Tumnus adds, with visible hesitation. "My king? I would beg of you a boon, which you may find presumptuous."
"What is it?" Edmund asks gently, his fingers still restless in Tumnus' hair.
"We have never... I didn't... Fauns are larger than humans and I have never..."
"Buggered me?" Edmund suggests helpfully.
"Yes. I would ask that... I have no right."
"You have every right," Edmund snaps. "You are my chosen lover. I will not allow anyone else to bugger me tonight. Is that what you wanted to ask?"
Tumnus curls sideways burying his face into Edmund's chest; embarrassed to have set such conditions upon his lover, upon a king, upon a man at his first Spring revel, but Edmund gently coaxes his face upwards face him. "I love you Tumnus. I want you to be the first to bugger me."
Tumnus nods, smiling up at the beloved, determined face.
"Tonight we are both free to seek other lovers," Edmund decides. "And tomorrow we will share the tales of our night with each other, and you will bugger me."
Tumnus can live with that.
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