FIC: Satisfaction

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Title: Satisfaction
Author: gmtaslash, principally Trojie, because Peter/Caspian is Not Bridget's Thing.
Fandom: Narnia
Rating: Er, PG? There's kissing. Not much more, unless you're also worried about a bit of fictional swordfighting. There's no blood, promise.
Summary: Peter/Caspian drabble, movieverse, written primarily because these two have incredible UST onscreen. Every time they clash, it's a case of 'We're staring deep into each other's eyes, we're sweaty, we're panting ... we're obviously fighting. Or kissing ... no, we're fighting! This is a Disney movie, after all!' Unfortunately, there are always people around when they have their major arguments with the heavy breathing. This little ficlet is about what could have happened had they been alone ... and had it not been a Disney movie. Personally, we think that Edmund/Caspian is a more likely and lasting pairing (and has Narnian OTP status for us), but Peter/Caspian heat-of-the-moment stuff seems incredibly likely based on that film.
Many thanks to julyflame for beta read and general encouragement.


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'Must you always do this?' Caspian cried, pacing around the Stone Table. 'I am not some halfwit child, to be led by the great hero of the past!'

'Maybe the great hero has a few more practical ideas! Maybe I've seen a few more battles than you have!' Peter folded his arms across his chest defiantly, and glared at the prince, defying him to say anything. Caspian stopped circling and came to stand directly in front of the High King.

'This is my war. This is my army. What you're proposing is suicide. I will not stand by and watch my people die for your glory!'

'Your people, Telmarine? These are Narnians.' Peter's expression was scornful. 'What you're proposing instead is starvation.'

'They are bridging the Rush, at Beruna. We know they know where we are. They will come, and we will be ready for them.'

'And they'll besiege us! They have war machines that can bring this place tumbling around our ears! Being bottled up inside, unable to fight, with the very walls tumbling down around them ... how do you think that will affect our soldiers' morale? No! If we storm Miraz's castle, we can take his stronghold, his supply chain will be cut ...'

'And you will have again led Narnia to glory,' said Caspian sardonically. 'Meanwhile, you leave our stronghold unguarded. You divide our already small force. And what if we fail to take the castle? Losing that battle will crush us.' He leaned closer. 'All you will achieve,' he said with some venom, 'is adding another legend to your tale. Another unbelievable story. For no-one will believe anyone could be that stupid.'

Peter's face screwed up in anger, and he shoved Caspian back. The prince stumbled back against the Table. Peter advanced upon him, fists balled up.

'Take that back!'

'I don't believe I will,' said Caspian coldly.

'Fine,' said Peter, stepping back and reaching for his sword-belt. 'Draw your sword.'

'Pardon me?'

'Draw. If we can't talk this through sensibly then we must settle it another way. Or have you Telmarines destroyed all of the old traditions?' Peter drew his sword and levelled it at Caspian, who still seemed reluctant. 'By the Lion's Mane, I am the High King of Narnia and I will have satisfaction from you. Draw your sword!'

'This is a further idiocy, High King Peter! Two commanders duelling on the eve of battle?' said Caspian, though he obeyed, cautiously moving away from the Table. Peter took two hopping steps and ran at the other boy, bringing his sword down for an overhead chop, which was easily blocked. They fought fast and rough, neither gaining much of an advantage, until a sidestep and a swing from Peter let Caspian back the blond boy up against the Table. The crossguards of their swords locked for a moment, and Caspian bore down, trying to use his weight to make his rival yield. Peter grinned then, just for a moment, flickering torchlight glinting off the sweat on his brow and in his hair, and with a twist and a shove he disarmed the prince. Caspian fell backwards to the floor, his right hand scrabbling for his sword. Peter, however, dropped his sword and threw himself on the prince, fighting like a schoolboy now. Caspian pushed himself up, shoving Peter back, and forcing the other boy to grab him by the shoulders to steady himself. They whirled around wildly for a moment, before falling in a flailing heap on the Stone Table. Caspian grabbed Peter's collar, and gasped into his face, 'What does this prove? What do you want, Peter?' For a brief, dizzying second, their eyes locked, and Peter pushed Caspian back down, kissing him furiously, hungrily. He gasped, struggling under the High King's weight and insistence. Peter responded by pushing back harder and, with some perverse triumph, felt Caspian yank him even closer.

'Peter? Caspian?' Susan's voice echoed down the stairs to the Table chamber. Caspian untangled himself hurriedly and rolled off the table. Peter followed. As foosteps sounded, coming down the spiral stairs, they hurriedly retrieved and sheathed their swords. By the time Susan, Lucy and Edmund had made it into the chamber, the two older boys were sitting on the Table, apparently having an amicable, if heated, discussion of battle tactics.

'I still say we should try to take Miraz's castle,' said Peter, glaring at Caspian as if daring him to say something in front of the others. The Prince tried to match his gaze, but looked away, unable to reply, and feeling a blush heat his cheeks. Peter had won, again.