An Unlikely Lust

Ahem. Ok. This is getting weird. And if someone doesn't smack me, I'm going to jump into my computer and choke the crap out of Legolas, but hey! LOL!

Just a side note, this is sort of the PWP chapter. And please give it a chance... at first it doesn't look like it, but there is no non-con in this chapter.

Title: An Unlikely Lust (12/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil, Rumil/Legolas
Warnings: AU, teasing, mild unwanted touching, graphic sex
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Thranduil wants to make his feelings known and help Haldir get over the object of his affections. And Orophin and Rumil have plans for knocking Legolas down a few pegs on the ego ladder.

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Orophin flopped down on the bed with a sigh. Looking over, his eyes met with Haldir’s. Haldir just shook his head and went back to staring out the window.

“He knows.”

Haldir looked back over. “You told him?”

“No. I assume Lord Celeborn told him. He sent a guard for him some time ago.”

“What do you assume he will do about the fight he was in this morning?”

“I do not know. A few additional lashes?”

Haldir sighed again. He felt small and useless, unable to help in any way. This was a feeling he was not used to. When it came to his brothers, he was always a little over protective. But there wasn’t anything he could do this time. Celeborn and Thranduil had made up their minds, and Legolas was going to get the last laugh. Out of everything. He was succeeding once again in getting the upper hand over his father, with this and with their relationship.

Haldir tried to stop himself from crying remembering all the time he and Thranduil had spent together during their stay. His heart ached. He did not think it was truly love, but he had wanted it to be at one point, no matter how difficult their relationship may have been to accomplish in the end.

And Legolas. Now he thought to himself about his past feelings and wondered how he could ever be attracted to that little creep. Embarrassing him that night was one thing. Ordering his younger brother to be whipped was another.

“Haldir?”

He glanced over at Orophin, now perched on the bed, clutching the sides of it. “What?”

“I have a plan.”

“What kind of plan?”

“I cannot bare the thought of watching Rumil whipped. I plan to take him away tonight.”

“Where to?”

“Just… not here.”

“Orophin. He will become greatly homesick, you know that. Besides, if you send him anywhere, all Thranduil has to do is order his return and no one will defy those orders. You are only making it more difficult. For him.”
“We don’t have to go anywhere particular, just…”

“Just live out in the wild, constantly hiding from orcs and elves a like? What a way to spend eternity. I, personally, would rather be whipped until no flesh on my back remained unscarred.”

Orophin grumbled to himself. He, too, felt useless and wanted to do anything to save his brother from his fate. His eyes widening with a twinkle, he smiled and sat up. “I know! I can take him to…”

“Orophin! Stop it! I am growing tired of being the only rational one among the three of us! His best course of action right now is to stand up and take his punishment.”

“Haldir, I almost think you either want to just please Thranduil so he’ll take you back, or you are truly going to get a sexual thrill from watching him whipped.”

Haldir’s face turned red with rage as he stood quickly. Orophin shrunk back and covered his face, remembering his brother’s outburst the last time he angered him.

“You are truly trying to make me destroy you, are you not, Orophin? How dare you!”

“I apologize, Haldir. I was out of line.”

“Beyond. I am going for a walk.”

He stormed across the talan, throwing the door open and slamming it behind himself hard enough to knock several pieces of junk off a nearby table. Orophin sighed. “Why was I cursed with a vicious tongue?!”

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Without a plan of where to go, Haldir walked aimlessly down the paths, sometimes veering off and heading out among the thicker trees, only to return again to the path. He tried to keep his thoughts and curses under wraps, so none passing would hear him.

Kicking stones and small branches, he stopped watching where he was going, no longer caring.

“Ouch! Valar, Haldir! What are you doing?!”

He glanced up, his chest tightening with anger when his eyes met the form of Legolas, now bent over and rubbing his ankle where the stone had struck, almost like he had a broken bone.

Standing straight again, Legolas looked at the tall Silvan and smirked. He took several steps forward, Haldir replying with several steps back. “Should you not be resting, prince? You have a task ahead of you.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready to go, no worries, Haldir.”

“Of course. And I am sure you will finish the day by bringing yourself to completion in a stall.”

Legolas laughed. “Oh, Haldir. You really need to work on your wit. Your brothers are much better at it.”

Haldir stepped forward, meeting Legolas toe to toe. Looking slightly down at the Mirkwood prince, he snarled. “I do not know what you are up to or why you would suggest such a punishment, but if you are at all wise you will stay away from me and Orophin.”

“Do you wish to taste my blood, marchwarden?” he smiled up at him. “Because I wouldn’t mind tasting yours.”

Haldir’s eyes widened. He looked at the prince confused as he took a step back. “Are you challenging me?”

“Not in the manner you are thinking. But, my fair elf, you could never handle what I am thinking.”

“Aye. I see. You plan to try to work your pathetic skills with all three of us, I see. You have failed with Rumil, so why not try with…” he paused. “Why not try with your adar’s ex-lover.”

“Ex? Did something happen?” he asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.

“You happened, you little brat. You knew this would be an added benefit to getting your jollies by whipping my brother.”

“That was not the added benefit, although my adar can do much better, do you not agree?”

Haldir was suddenly aware of his fists clenching and releasing at his sides. But he could not allow himself the satisfaction of sinking his fist into the prince’s face, or clutching his throat and squeezing the breath from his body.

He stiffened at the feeling of a hand on his chest. Taking his mind from his fists, he looked to see Legolas now before him, stroking his hand lightly over his chest. “You are the added benefit.”

“Come off it, Legolas. Maybe I had feelings for you once, but that is over by your own hand.”

“Oh, Haldir. Deep down, you know that is not true.”

Haldir jumped as Legolas locked a hand behind his head, pulling him towards him forcefully and claiming his mouth. He cursed his body for betraying him upon feeling his leggings tightening against his groin. Trying to fight, he stepped fitfully forward as Legolas pulled him backwards towards the thicker areas of forest.

He couldn’t help but be amazed at the prince’s strength as he felt himself being pushed around and tossed to the ground bellow. The sweet smell of the grasses beneath him filled his senses and he closed his eyes, trying to not think of what was happening.

“Haldir,” Legolas sang above him. He opened his eyes in time to take in the naked, toned chest of the prince now standing over him. He watched as he undid his breeches and crouched over him.

Gasping, Haldir sat him, his hand thrusting out to push the prince away. “I cannot! I will not! I…”

Legolas cut his words off fast by reclaiming his mouth, kissing him hard. He forced his tongue into Haldir’s mouth, moaning into it’s warmth. Haldir tried to struggle backwards, but felt the hand on the back of his head again, forcefully grabbing a chunk of his silver blonde hair tight.

Breaking the kiss, Legolas straightened above the marchwarden, pulling his head back by his hair and savoring the pained grimace Haldir replied with.

Looking back up, Haldir smirked. “So, this is what you want, I see.”

“Yes. I will finally claim a Lothlorien elf. Although you must forgive me for not really caring which elf it is, as long as I get one.”

“Of course, prince.” Haldir reached out and put his hands on the prince’s hips. In one swift move, Legolas half screamed as he felt himself lifted from the ground. Haldir growled as he crashed down on top of the prince who had neglected to release his hair. Legolas panted, closing his eyes as he felt Haldir’s warm breath brush across his face.

“Mmm. Haldir! This is more like it!” He leaned up to claim his mouth again, feeling Haldir nip at his tongue hard.

Dropping his head back, Legolas sucked the beads of blood from his tongue. Haldir smiled. “You like it rough?”

“The rougher the better.”
Haldir growled lightly above the prince’s face, forgetting his own worries and his brother’s impending punishment. Moving his head from the prince’s grasp, he stood, stripping his clothes from his body while keeping his eyes locked on the little brat sprawled naked before him.

Dropping back down to the ground, he grabbed the prince’s legs and held them to his hips, inviting him to take hold. When he did, Haldir took the chance. Wetting his fingers in his mouth, he reached under the prince and thrust two fingers at once into his body.

Legolas arched his back as he gasped, his legs tightening around his new lover. Wriggling under Haldir, he savored the sweet pain of the sudden intrusion, his body twitching has Haldir brushed his free hand over his stomach.

Satisfied that he was prepared enough, Haldir spit onto his hand and coated himself enough to be slick, but left himself dry enough to be rough. Legolas closed his eyes feeling Haldir at his entrance, sucking in air hard as he thrust himself in quickly and to the hilt.

Legolas hissed and moaned as Haldir took him hard. He could feel the small stones on the ground beneath him breaking his skin as he slid slightly with every hard thrust from the elf above him.

Growling out his pleasure, Haldir thrust once more, releasing himself into the prince’s tight body. Only moments later, Legolas arched his back and screamed out Haldir’s name as he spilled himself onto his stomach.

Dropping his legs, Legolas smiled and let out a satisfied sigh as he opened his eyes. Haldir was already redressing.

Looking down at the prince, he smirked. “If you tell anyone of this, I will put you over my knee.”

“Promise?” Legolas breathed.

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TBC…