An Unlikely Lust

Title: An Unlikely Lust (13/?)
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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Rumil lay awake in his bed, listening to the leaves around his talan quivering with the breeze. He hadn’t slept much, and what sleep he had accomplished was fitful. At some point, he’d gotten up and cleaned up his bed, then flopped back down on the straightened linens.

He felt like everything was going in slow motion. Each breath he took seemed to take longer than usual to be brought in and let out. He was terrified. So many thoughts tore through his mind. How much would it hurt? Would he be able to keep his composure and remain strong in front of his older brothers? Would his skin be forever scared? What was he thinking to begin with?!

Replaying the night with Legolas over and over, he became more bitter with each passing moment. He truly believed he was going to be alright, that Legolas had changed his ways and had taken an honest liking to him. And then this. His idea. How much luckier could he get?

He jumped when he heard a knock at the door. He breathed in deep and let the breath slither out slowly as he sat up. “Enter,” he managed to choke out almost inaudibly.

The door slowly opened and the guard stepped in. “Are you ready? I am here to escort you to the stables.”

“Aye, I am. Let us go and get this over with.”

“I must warn you… a small crowd has gathered.”

“I thought this punishment was to be done in private?”

“It was, and it will be. Everyone just wants to see you before you go.”

“How large is the crowd?”

“It is not too bad.”

Rumil stared at the door for a moment, taking the time to straighten his shirt. His brave and strong act needed to start now. Holding his head high, he followed the guard out the door and down to the ground.

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He entered the stable and looked around him. The horses must have been brought outside; every stall was empty and freshly cleaned. His eyes drifted to Celeborn and Thranduil, standing towards the back of the stable in the middle of what appeared to be a heated argument. Rumil strained to listen, but they were taking great care to mask their words from him.

He jumped slightly, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He looked over and locked eyes with Legolas, smiling triumphantly at him.

“Well, Rumil, how are you this fine morning?”

“I have been better, prince.”

“Oh, shame on you! We are going to have some real fun today!”

“Maybe you will.”

“I already know you have a penchant for bondage. Let’s take it one step higher, shall we?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No. Not really. But tell me, so I know how to go about this. Do you like it rough, Rumil?”

“Not really, thanks.” He turned his eyes to the ground, hoping Legolas would walk off to join his Adar. But he would not let up.

“Really? How odd.”

“What do you mean?”

“Haldir does.” Rumil looked back up into the prince’s eyes and saw him smiling expectantly. “Are you surprised?”

“Haldir has never been whipped.”

“I am not speaking of whipping, although I may try it if he’ll let me.”

“What do you speak of?”

“Oh, Rumil, you really are very inexperienced, are you not? You know what I mean. He likes it rough. It was rather nice being taken like that on the forest floor.”

“What?!” Rumil’s voice cracked as he almost shouted out his disbelief. Legolas answered with a laugh.

“Legolas,” Thranduil called as he made his way toward them. “Do not tease him. Get away and ready yourself. This is not an easy task.”

“No?” Legolas said, laughing, and retreated without waiting for a reply.

Thranduil looked at Rumil, still watching Legolas walk away, his breath coming is pants. “Rumil?”

“What?” he snapped. His face flushing, he blinked quickly. “I apologize.”

“’Tis alright. What did he say to you?”

“A lie.”

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“Thranduil?”

“Yes, Celeborn, what is it?”

“Have you done this before?”

“Not in some time, no. Why do you ask?”

“I am… I am not sure how to go about doing this. How do we bind him?”

“Do not worry yourself, Lord Celeborn. I know what I am doing.” Legolas stepped forward proudly. “I have read about it, of course.”

“Then, what?”

“Are we ready? I can begin to tie him up if you are.”

“I… we need to wait for his brothers to arrive. But I do not think it will be in poor taste to ready him before they do. Haldir may get even more agitated if he is forced to watch him tied up.”

“Haldir? I thought only Orophin was coming!” Thranduil’s eyes flew to the entrance of the stables, expecting his now ex lover to stride through the door at any moment.

“Yes. But Rumil requested both of his brothers to be present.”

Legolas rolled his eyes. “I will begin while you two chatter away. That is if you really don’t want Haldir watching him being tied up.”

“Go.” Thranduil waved him away.

Legolas walked off towards Rumil, now sitting on the floor against a wall. His facial expression was blank, his mind obviously wandering off far from this place. Legolas reached down and grabbed his arm right above the elbow, yanking him to his feet hard. “I am ready for you, pretty one.”

Rumil scowled at him, but followed him to the center of the stables. They halted, Legolas looking up to examine the ceiling. Taking note of a low hanging rafter, he smiled. “This will do.”

Rumil stiffened as Legolas reached out towards his shirt. He stepped back a bit and looked at him questioningly. “What are you doing?”

“You do not expect to be allowed to wear your shirt during your punishment, do you?”

“I can remove it myself, Legolas.”

He smiled at Rumil, watching his face redden with humiliation. Chuckling, he grasped his shirt harder. With one swift move, he tore it in two. Rumil gasped.

“Oh, I am so sorry, Rumil!” He slipped the torn pieces of the shirt off of him, exposing a well muscled chest and causing Rumil to flush a darker shade of red. Legolas stepped back to take in the look of this pretty elf before him. “Mm. Such a shame I have to scar that. You are truly a work of art.”

Rumil looked up, anger staining his features. Legolas just shook his head at him. “I see we do not take compliments well. Give me your hands.”

Slowly lifting his arms, he decided to keep his mouth shut and just submit. The sooner this was over, the sooner he could heal and get on with his life.

Legolas grabbed his hands and pushed them together. He wound the rope around his wrists tightly, weaving the rope around like he was sculpting him instead of tying him for punishment. Rumil looked over his shoulder to the stable entrance as Legolas did his worst, hoping his brothers were on the way.

He snapped his head back around when Legolas tugged the rope. He smiled at him innocently before yanking the rope again, forcing Rumil to lurch forward and almost lose his footing. The prince twirled the free end of the rope before tossing it over the rafter above. Catching it as it followed gravity, he held it, looking around his surroundings. He grunted in disapproval of not seeing anything to tie the end to, but settled on tying it to a stall divider. He pulled the rope tight, Rumil walking into the pull until the rope only pulled up. Choosing not to tug back, he allowed his arms to be pulled up over his head, and watched as Legolas secured the free end.

Legolas turned to face Celeborn and Thranduil. “Are the lashes only to strike his back, or shall I remove his breeches, too?”

The color drained from Celeborn’s face as his eyes locked on the bound form of Rumil. “Only the back.”

Legolas sighed. “Pity. I was so looking forward to getting a look that tight little…”

“Legolas! Behave yourself!” Thranduil scolded, twisting his son around to face him. “This is not a game. And you are not to be unusually harsh.”

“Ada! I would never!”

“Mm. I am sure, Legolas. But to be clear…”

He stopped as his eyes met with Haldir’s. The two brothers stepped into the stable with their escorts, both of them gasping in horror to see Rumil bound as he was.

Clearing his throat, Thranduil turned his eyes back to his son. “As I was saying. You are to whip only his back. Do not move to the front of his torso. And keep the whip away from his face and throat. You are only to deliver forty lashes. No more, and no less. I will keep count, but I expect you to do the same. And there must be at least five seconds between lashes. Am I understood?”

Legolas rolled his eyes again. “As you wish, Ada.”

“Good. As long as we are clear.”

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Rumil tried to keep himself from shaking, focusing his mind on other things. He had not been able to look over at his brothers, choosing instead to keep his head bent down as far as it would go between his arms.

Celeborn stepped behind him, leaning in as he gathered up Rumil’s hair. He tied it up so it was clear of his back, then put his hand on Rumil’s bare shoulder. “Be strong, Penneth,” he whispered to him. “It will all be over sooner than you think.”

Rumil tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat again, but could not, and did not answer his lord. Celeborn stepped away, walking over to stand by Haldir. The eldest of the brothers could not take his eyes off the youngest, the worry and fear clear on his face. Celeborn looked at him, worried for all three brothers. But Celeborn felt something tug inside himself. “I have not the chance of an Orc in Imladris with Haldir now,” he thought to himself.

Thranduil decided to stand on the opposite side of the stable, away from the other three. He could not bear standing next to his now ex lover. His heart hurt just looking upon him.

Legolas appeared to be the only one in a good mood. Standing several feet in front of Rumil, he examined his whip, giving his new toy a few practice cracks against the floor. With each crack that screamed through the air, all present jumped a little.

Making his way behind his target, he smiled at the sight of Rumil tensing in anticipation of the blows. Deciding to toy with him a little, he gripped both ends of the whip in his hands. Stepping forward, he lightly dragged it across his back. “Feels nice, mm?”

Rumil refrained from answering, shifting his weight away from the whip instead.

Legolas chuckled and stepped back several paces. “Enough time getting to know your attacker. Here we go!” he almost sang.

Rumil squeezed his eyes shut tight, waiting for the first blow. As the whip sailed through the air, Celeborn turned away, surprised by his involuntary reaction. But he could not bring himself to watch that which he thought was wrong.

Haldir’s scream mingled with that of Rumil’s as the whip struck his flesh in the first lash. Quickly, Orophin lunged forward and grabbed Haldir, pulling him back to his original place. They were both shaking, Haldir more violently than his middle brother. Orophin leaned in, resting an arm around Haldir’s shoulders, and whispered, “Let it be, brother. You can do nothing.”

Legolas paced in a two foot space, admiring the welt on Rumil’s back. He smiled, before lashing him a second time, his pained whimper causing Legolas to moan lightly. He watched as Rumil instinctively tried to tug free of the ropes, stepping sideways as much as they would allow. He cried out with the third lash, his tears finally pouring from his eyes.

Celeborn forced himself to watch the following lashes. As the tenth lash tore at Rumil’s back, Celeborn’s anger rose. His eyes had drifted down without his realizing soon enough. But in doing so, he caught a glimpse of the straining bulge in Legolas’s breeches. Haldir’s head snapped around to stare at his lord when he heard the low growl rumbling from his gut.

By the time the growl was done, Legolas had finished with fifteenth lash of the whip. He stepped back to regain his position. Smiling smugly, he brought the whip into position and it began the upward swing.

With a jolt, Legolas stumbled as he met resistance on the whip.

“Celeborn!” Thranduil snarled from his place. “What are you doing?”

Legolas turned to look behind him. Standing there, the end of the whip dangling from his hand, Celeborn stood there panting and huffing.

“Enough.” He stated flatly.

“No,” Thranduil said, gripping the whip and attempting to pull it from the lord’s hand. “We agreed of forty lashes and that is what he shall have!”

“ENOUGH!” Celeborn shouted. He held tightly to the whip, keeping Thranduil from freeing it. He turned his head to him slowly. “This is my land, and Rumil is my guard. I have dishonored him by allowing the prince to make this choice instead of me, and now I regret it.”

“And you cannot change it,” Legolas snapped.

“Yes, prince, I can. You are only doing this for sexual gratification, I can see by the bulge in your breeches. It ends here.”

“And how else would you have him punished?” Legolas snarled.

“He has been punished enough. He has been humiliated before his brothers and his lord, and with you in this state,” he nodded towards Legolas’s crotch. “It nothing more than a game. A sick game, at that. I will allow no more of this. Let him down.”

“No.” Thranduil stepped forward. “The punishment shall continue.”

Celeborn looked over at him. “You will have to kill me to get this whip from my hand.”

Haldir stepped before them, reaching out for the whip as well. Without trying to pull it from Celeborn, he held it. He refrained from speaking, choosing instead to lock his eyes on Thranduil in silent protest.

“Haldir,” Legolas purred. “I thought you were enjoying this!”

Haldir turned to face the prince. A growl escaped him, deep enough that the prince stepped back from him.

“Legolas,” Thranduil spoke. “Release the whip and stand to the side. Celeborn, let us have a chat. We are not done here, not by far.”

“This is over.”

“As you wish. But we will think of a new punishment, for I am not satisfied in this.”

“Do not take your revenge on my youngest brother, Thranduil,” Haldir said.

He turned to face him. “Revenge?”

“Yes. Take it out on me.”

“I am not seeking revenge on you, Haldir.”

“That is fine. But I will not permit Legolas to whip him further.”

“We agreed on forty…”

“Thranduil. Your son is being very immature about this. If you are not willing to allow the whipping to cease at fifteen…” he took in a breath as he hesitated. “Then I will finish the punishment myself. It is a punishment, after all. And getting pleasure from this abuse was not a part of the agreement.”

Thranduil stared at him for a long moment before allowing his eyes to drift to those in his presence, all watching him expectantly. Meeting Haldir’s eyes again, he could see the pain in his eyes at the thought of having to whip his own brother. Looking over at Celeborn, he watched him swallow hard before looking away.

Straightening himself, Thranduil glanced over at the still bound elf. He sighed, and then looked to his son. “Cut him down, Legolas. Now.”

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TBC…