Sleeping With the Enemy
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Chapter 12
Title: Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 12/?)
Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Cast or Paring: Ultimately Elladan/Legolas. Mithrandir, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Thranduil, Bargon, (Thranduil’s Counselor OMC), Maethoron, (Thranduil’s Captain OMC), Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Celebrian and the elfling Arwen.
Legolas and Elladan in this chapter.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it, and I am not making any money.
Timeline: Third Age.
Warning: AU. Angst. Adult language and situations. At times, this story contains males involved in homoerotic acts, i.e. explicit sex. If this is not to your liking -- read NO further.
Beta: The one and only Aglarien who is more patient than anyone I know. Thanks Agie! Any other mistakes are my own.
A/N: *Emphasis*, (Thoughts)
This story has been floating around in my mind and demanded to be written. It features a darker Elladan than we are used to and a young vulnerable Legolas. For the purpose of this story, I have decided (with some advice from the great and wonderful Min.) that the age of majority for an elf is 500 years. Legolas will reach his majority during the year of their betrothal. NO underage sex!!! NO non-con and NO rape!!!
Feedback: Would be wonderful and makes me type faster!
Summary: Elladan dreams of Legolas and things get heated.
Chapter Twelve
The taste of the soft pliable lips beneath his almost caused Elladan to moan. Never had he tasted lips as sweet as these and he vowed he would never grow tired of them. His body demanded he deepen the kiss and his tongue begged for entrance as his heart soared. Granted entrance, the elf warrior couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his throat. If he had thought the lips were sweet, he was wrong. The mouth of his lover was pure and tasted finer than the most desired wine. Elladan’s desire rose as a moan from his lover inflamed his desire and he ended the kiss with a gasp.
“Legolas,” he said as if he was whispering a prayer. “My sweet Prince.”
Elladan could feel Legolas’ hands running over his body and he couldn’t help arching into the touch. “I have desired you since I first saw you and thought of you since the kiss we shared in the loft.”
“Kiss me,” Legolas begged breathlessly as he pulled Elladan down by the back of his neck and arched into him allowing the elf warrior to feel his need.
Elladan hissed as he felt Legolas’ arousal and kissed him hungrily, pillaging his mouth once again. He ground his erection into the young prince to show his own need and a hunger filled moan escaped his partner‘s mouth. The sound urged Elladan ever on and he ended the kiss with a cry of Legolas’ name.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas was having trouble sleeping. Elladan was far too close for comfort and he knew he would be plagued with another one of those dreams that would cause him to cry out the elf warrior’s name. How humiliating would that be? “Too much to bear,” he answered with a sigh.
It was then that he heard Elladan call for him and he made his way quickly to his betrothed’s bedroom worried that the twin was in pain or had somehow fallen as he tried to get up on his own. Lighting a candle, Legolas noticed that Elladan had kicked the covers off and he was naked to the waist. A glance further down his body showed that Elladan was clearly aroused. Legolas stared for a moment, but quickly turned away when he heard his name whispered.
“Elladan?” he asked as he placed a hand on the elf warrior’s arm to offer some comfort until he found out what was wrong.
Startled awake by the touch to his arm, Elladan instinctively grabbed the elf standing beside his bed, flipped him over his body and onto his back. The edge of a dagger pressed to his throat caused Legolas to try to identify himself to the elder elf.
“Elladan, it is I,” he said compellingly. “You called for me.”
With his mind fuzzy from the draught he drank before going to bed and the dream he had been having, Elladan whispered Legolas’ name again before dropping the dagger to the floor.
“Elladan, are you well?” Legolas asked, growing more alarmed when he felt the elf warrior’s erection move against his leg. He gasped at the unexpected touch and felt his own member stirring. This was too much like one of his dreams, but he could not find the will to push Elladan away. His mind was screaming at him to get out of his current situation, but his body ached for more.
“Legolas,” Elladan whispered again as he lowered his head to plunder his betrothed’s mouth as he had in the hayloft. When he felt Legolas respond, Elladan deepened the kiss and pulled the younger elf’s body even closer to his own. A moan from Legolas encouraged Elladan to go further and he allowed his hands to roam under the thin nightshirt the prince was wearing.
Legolas broke the kiss gasping for air as he arched into Elladan’s teasing touches to his chest. Each nipple was gently rubbed between finger and thumb causing the prince to moan almost constantly. Never before had he been touched as Elladan was touching him and he craved more; more touches, more kisses, more of the elf warrior. He grew bolder as his pleasure increased and his own hands tentatively reached out to feel Elladan’s muscled chest. The skin was soft beneath his fingers and he slowly moved to touch one of the rose colored nipples. Elladan’s gasp startled him and he moved his hand away afraid that he had somehow hurt the twin.
“Nay, do not stop,” Elladan said huskily as he placed Legolas’ hand back over his nipple. “I ache for your touch, my sweet Prince.”
“You…you do?” Legolas asked, somewhat shocked at the information and the endearment.
“Aye, very much,” Elladan admitted softly as he leaned down to brush his lips across Legolas’. “Since that morning in the loft, I cannot stop thinking about you. I am sorry for all the time I treated you as I did. You did not deserve it.”
Legolas could not meet Elladan’s eyes and looked down at his chest and watched his own hands tease the elf warrior’s nipples as his had been a few minutes earlier. The twin hissed in response and Legolas looked up to search Elladan’s eyes for any sign of pain. Even as young and inexperienced as he was, Legolas could see only pleasure staring back at him in those darkened grey eyes.
Elladan tried to move over him, but winced when pain from his leg reminded him he was injured. “I must turn over on my back. Please do not leave.”
Worried for his future mate, Legolas nodded and helped Elladan turn on his back. The prince checked the elf warrior’s injured leg and was relieved to see it was not bleeding through the bindings. “Does it hurt badly?” he asked with worry.
“Nay, it only hurt when I tried to move it more than it was willing to move. I am fine now,” Elladan replied as he played with the ends of Legolas’ hair. The elf warrior tugged at the bottom of the nightshirt the prince was wearing. “Take this off.”
Legolas blushed and looked at the elf warrior in surprise. He was not sure he wanted to remove his nightshirt; he was not as developed as Elladan and knew the twin would not be impressed. “I...I don’t think you will be happy with what you see.”
“I have felt your skin and can see through it,” Elladan pointed out as Legolas slowly pulled the garment over his head and hid his face with his hair. The elf warrior placed a finger under Legolas’ chin and forced him to look up. “Do not hide from me. You already know I think you beautiful.”
The brush on Legolas’ face grew and he nodded slowly.
Elladan smiled and lifted the prince so that he sat on the elf warrior’s lower stomach. “Touch me.”
“I do not know how or where to touch you,” Legolas replied, his face growing redder by the moment. He could feel the head of Elladan’s arousal touching him and nearly trembled with nervous excitement.
“You do know how. Touch me as you were before, Ernilen,” Elladan said softly, grabbing the younger elf’s hands and placing them on his chest. “Touch me as you wish to be touched.”
Legolas moved his hands over the smooth muscled chest allowing himself to enjoy the feel of Elladan’s skin beneath his hands. The way the muscles moved as he explored excited him and made him want to try more. The prince once again moved his fingers to Elladan nipples and teased them until they were hard before rubbing them between his fingers.
Elladan hissed in pleasure and closed his eyes as Legolas continued to tease him. It wasn’t until he felt a warm tongue swipe at the hardened nub that the twin opened his eyes in shock. Soft golden locks covered his bare chest as he watched Legolas’ kitten like tongue lick him once again. He could not stop the moan or the instinctive arch into the younger elf’s teasing licks. Elladan’s hands tangled in Legolas’ hair and pulled him up into a hunger filled kiss which Legolas didn’t hesitate to return.
Strong arms wrapped around the prince, pulling him down so their skin touched. The feeling was electrifying and Legolas whimpered into the kiss, pushing himself further into the hard body beneath him. The movement caused his erection to rub against Elladan’s through the thin fabric of their sleep pants and they both moaned at the desire that rushed through them. The twin’s hands moved to the prince’s bottom as he arched into Legolas causing the same reaction as before.
Legolas ended the kiss with a whisper of Elladan’s name. The pleasure coursing through his body was almost too much for him and he trembled as he matched the elf warrior’s rhythm.
“Let me show you what real pleasure feels like, Legolas. I promise not to take you. Just allow me this one thing,” Elladan whispered softly before pulling the prince into another hungry, pillaging kiss.
None of the dreams Legolas had had matched the heat that rose between them. The feelings rushing through the young prince didn’t compare to the ones in his dreams. There was no comparing dreams to reality as Legolas was kissed and touched by Elladan, who was driving him mad. He had never felt such desire or need and he knew he could not last much longer under Elladan’s expert hands.
“Elladan,” Legolas gasped as he ended the kiss. “I cannot…I will…..”
“Then let go and allow me to see and hear your pleasure, Legolas,” Elladan replied breathlessly. He had longed to see Legolas undone and finally it was going to happen.
“Elladan…” Legolas moaned just before crying out as he erupted inside his sleep pants and onto his stomach. It surprised him and horrified him at the same time, but he only gasped for breath as Elladan arched into him one last time.
“Ai, Legolas,” Elladan moaned as his own seed soaked him as well as Legolas.
Legolas rested his head against Elladan’s shoulder as they both fought to regain their breath. The elf warrior smoothed Legolas’ tousled hair as he recovered and thought about what he had just done. He did not feel guilty. Legolas was a willing participant, but Elladan knew he had pushed the prince past what was considered proper.
“Legolas?” Elladan said softly.
“Aye?” Legolas answered lazily, still in the afterglow of his first shared orgasm.
“You realize we can’t tell anyone about what happened between us, don’t you?” the twin asked, still speaking softly.
“Aye, I know,” Legolas answered, sounding much more awake than before.
“I was so proud of you yesterday when I saw you fighting with your sword and your bow,” Elladan said before kissing Legolas on the brow. “You fought your way to me when I was the one who was supposed to be protecting you.”
“I could not allow anything to happen to you, Elladan,” Legolas said barely above a whisper.
“Even after the way I treated you?” the twin asked.
“Even then,” the prince replied.
“Why not?” Elladan asked curiously.
“We are betrothed. I will not be left alone before we are even bound,” Legolas replied softly.
“I will never leave you, this I swear,” Elladan replied and then kissed Legolas’ brow once again.
“And I will never leave you,” Legolas said in reply. “I should go to my room.”
“Stay,” Elladan suggested as he pulled Legolas closer. “Saes.”
“What if someone catches me in your bed?” Legolas asked worriedly as he sat up to look at Elladan.
“We can say I needed you during the night and you fell asleep, which is hardly a lie,” the elf warrior replied with a grin.
“Nay, it is not, but what about your leg?” Legolas asked.
“Sleep on my left side,” Elladan suggested. “I promise to hold you all night, would you like that?”
“Very much,” Legolas admitted as his face reddened once again.
Elladan patted the bed next to him and Legolas moved to cuddle against him. Within minutes the pair were deep in reverie, each dreaming about the other.
TBC
Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Cast or Paring: Ultimately Elladan/Legolas. Mithrandir, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Thranduil, Bargon, (Thranduil’s Counselor OMC), Maethoron, (Thranduil’s Captain OMC), Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Celebrian and the elfling Arwen.
Legolas and Elladan in this chapter.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it, and I am not making any money.
Timeline: Third Age.
Warning: AU. Angst. Adult language and situations. At times, this story contains males involved in homoerotic acts, i.e. explicit sex. If this is not to your liking -- read NO further.
Beta: The one and only Aglarien who is more patient than anyone I know. Thanks Agie! Any other mistakes are my own.
A/N: *Emphasis*, (Thoughts)
This story has been floating around in my mind and demanded to be written. It features a darker Elladan than we are used to and a young vulnerable Legolas. For the purpose of this story, I have decided (with some advice from the great and wonderful Min.) that the age of majority for an elf is 500 years. Legolas will reach his majority during the year of their betrothal. NO underage sex!!! NO non-con and NO rape!!!
Feedback: Would be wonderful and makes me type faster!
Summary: Elladan dreams of Legolas and things get heated.
Chapter Twelve
The taste of the soft pliable lips beneath his almost caused Elladan to moan. Never had he tasted lips as sweet as these and he vowed he would never grow tired of them. His body demanded he deepen the kiss and his tongue begged for entrance as his heart soared. Granted entrance, the elf warrior couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his throat. If he had thought the lips were sweet, he was wrong. The mouth of his lover was pure and tasted finer than the most desired wine. Elladan’s desire rose as a moan from his lover inflamed his desire and he ended the kiss with a gasp.
“Legolas,” he said as if he was whispering a prayer. “My sweet Prince.”
Elladan could feel Legolas’ hands running over his body and he couldn’t help arching into the touch. “I have desired you since I first saw you and thought of you since the kiss we shared in the loft.”
“Kiss me,” Legolas begged breathlessly as he pulled Elladan down by the back of his neck and arched into him allowing the elf warrior to feel his need.
Elladan hissed as he felt Legolas’ arousal and kissed him hungrily, pillaging his mouth once again. He ground his erection into the young prince to show his own need and a hunger filled moan escaped his partner‘s mouth. The sound urged Elladan ever on and he ended the kiss with a cry of Legolas’ name.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas was having trouble sleeping. Elladan was far too close for comfort and he knew he would be plagued with another one of those dreams that would cause him to cry out the elf warrior’s name. How humiliating would that be? “Too much to bear,” he answered with a sigh.
It was then that he heard Elladan call for him and he made his way quickly to his betrothed’s bedroom worried that the twin was in pain or had somehow fallen as he tried to get up on his own. Lighting a candle, Legolas noticed that Elladan had kicked the covers off and he was naked to the waist. A glance further down his body showed that Elladan was clearly aroused. Legolas stared for a moment, but quickly turned away when he heard his name whispered.
“Elladan?” he asked as he placed a hand on the elf warrior’s arm to offer some comfort until he found out what was wrong.
Startled awake by the touch to his arm, Elladan instinctively grabbed the elf standing beside his bed, flipped him over his body and onto his back. The edge of a dagger pressed to his throat caused Legolas to try to identify himself to the elder elf.
“Elladan, it is I,” he said compellingly. “You called for me.”
With his mind fuzzy from the draught he drank before going to bed and the dream he had been having, Elladan whispered Legolas’ name again before dropping the dagger to the floor.
“Elladan, are you well?” Legolas asked, growing more alarmed when he felt the elf warrior’s erection move against his leg. He gasped at the unexpected touch and felt his own member stirring. This was too much like one of his dreams, but he could not find the will to push Elladan away. His mind was screaming at him to get out of his current situation, but his body ached for more.
“Legolas,” Elladan whispered again as he lowered his head to plunder his betrothed’s mouth as he had in the hayloft. When he felt Legolas respond, Elladan deepened the kiss and pulled the younger elf’s body even closer to his own. A moan from Legolas encouraged Elladan to go further and he allowed his hands to roam under the thin nightshirt the prince was wearing.
Legolas broke the kiss gasping for air as he arched into Elladan’s teasing touches to his chest. Each nipple was gently rubbed between finger and thumb causing the prince to moan almost constantly. Never before had he been touched as Elladan was touching him and he craved more; more touches, more kisses, more of the elf warrior. He grew bolder as his pleasure increased and his own hands tentatively reached out to feel Elladan’s muscled chest. The skin was soft beneath his fingers and he slowly moved to touch one of the rose colored nipples. Elladan’s gasp startled him and he moved his hand away afraid that he had somehow hurt the twin.
“Nay, do not stop,” Elladan said huskily as he placed Legolas’ hand back over his nipple. “I ache for your touch, my sweet Prince.”
“You…you do?” Legolas asked, somewhat shocked at the information and the endearment.
“Aye, very much,” Elladan admitted softly as he leaned down to brush his lips across Legolas’. “Since that morning in the loft, I cannot stop thinking about you. I am sorry for all the time I treated you as I did. You did not deserve it.”
Legolas could not meet Elladan’s eyes and looked down at his chest and watched his own hands tease the elf warrior’s nipples as his had been a few minutes earlier. The twin hissed in response and Legolas looked up to search Elladan’s eyes for any sign of pain. Even as young and inexperienced as he was, Legolas could see only pleasure staring back at him in those darkened grey eyes.
Elladan tried to move over him, but winced when pain from his leg reminded him he was injured. “I must turn over on my back. Please do not leave.”
Worried for his future mate, Legolas nodded and helped Elladan turn on his back. The prince checked the elf warrior’s injured leg and was relieved to see it was not bleeding through the bindings. “Does it hurt badly?” he asked with worry.
“Nay, it only hurt when I tried to move it more than it was willing to move. I am fine now,” Elladan replied as he played with the ends of Legolas’ hair. The elf warrior tugged at the bottom of the nightshirt the prince was wearing. “Take this off.”
Legolas blushed and looked at the elf warrior in surprise. He was not sure he wanted to remove his nightshirt; he was not as developed as Elladan and knew the twin would not be impressed. “I...I don’t think you will be happy with what you see.”
“I have felt your skin and can see through it,” Elladan pointed out as Legolas slowly pulled the garment over his head and hid his face with his hair. The elf warrior placed a finger under Legolas’ chin and forced him to look up. “Do not hide from me. You already know I think you beautiful.”
The brush on Legolas’ face grew and he nodded slowly.
Elladan smiled and lifted the prince so that he sat on the elf warrior’s lower stomach. “Touch me.”
“I do not know how or where to touch you,” Legolas replied, his face growing redder by the moment. He could feel the head of Elladan’s arousal touching him and nearly trembled with nervous excitement.
“You do know how. Touch me as you were before, Ernilen,” Elladan said softly, grabbing the younger elf’s hands and placing them on his chest. “Touch me as you wish to be touched.”
Legolas moved his hands over the smooth muscled chest allowing himself to enjoy the feel of Elladan’s skin beneath his hands. The way the muscles moved as he explored excited him and made him want to try more. The prince once again moved his fingers to Elladan nipples and teased them until they were hard before rubbing them between his fingers.
Elladan hissed in pleasure and closed his eyes as Legolas continued to tease him. It wasn’t until he felt a warm tongue swipe at the hardened nub that the twin opened his eyes in shock. Soft golden locks covered his bare chest as he watched Legolas’ kitten like tongue lick him once again. He could not stop the moan or the instinctive arch into the younger elf’s teasing licks. Elladan’s hands tangled in Legolas’ hair and pulled him up into a hunger filled kiss which Legolas didn’t hesitate to return.
Strong arms wrapped around the prince, pulling him down so their skin touched. The feeling was electrifying and Legolas whimpered into the kiss, pushing himself further into the hard body beneath him. The movement caused his erection to rub against Elladan’s through the thin fabric of their sleep pants and they both moaned at the desire that rushed through them. The twin’s hands moved to the prince’s bottom as he arched into Legolas causing the same reaction as before.
Legolas ended the kiss with a whisper of Elladan’s name. The pleasure coursing through his body was almost too much for him and he trembled as he matched the elf warrior’s rhythm.
“Let me show you what real pleasure feels like, Legolas. I promise not to take you. Just allow me this one thing,” Elladan whispered softly before pulling the prince into another hungry, pillaging kiss.
None of the dreams Legolas had had matched the heat that rose between them. The feelings rushing through the young prince didn’t compare to the ones in his dreams. There was no comparing dreams to reality as Legolas was kissed and touched by Elladan, who was driving him mad. He had never felt such desire or need and he knew he could not last much longer under Elladan’s expert hands.
“Elladan,” Legolas gasped as he ended the kiss. “I cannot…I will…..”
“Then let go and allow me to see and hear your pleasure, Legolas,” Elladan replied breathlessly. He had longed to see Legolas undone and finally it was going to happen.
“Elladan…” Legolas moaned just before crying out as he erupted inside his sleep pants and onto his stomach. It surprised him and horrified him at the same time, but he only gasped for breath as Elladan arched into him one last time.
“Ai, Legolas,” Elladan moaned as his own seed soaked him as well as Legolas.
Legolas rested his head against Elladan’s shoulder as they both fought to regain their breath. The elf warrior smoothed Legolas’ tousled hair as he recovered and thought about what he had just done. He did not feel guilty. Legolas was a willing participant, but Elladan knew he had pushed the prince past what was considered proper.
“Legolas?” Elladan said softly.
“Aye?” Legolas answered lazily, still in the afterglow of his first shared orgasm.
“You realize we can’t tell anyone about what happened between us, don’t you?” the twin asked, still speaking softly.
“Aye, I know,” Legolas answered, sounding much more awake than before.
“I was so proud of you yesterday when I saw you fighting with your sword and your bow,” Elladan said before kissing Legolas on the brow. “You fought your way to me when I was the one who was supposed to be protecting you.”
“I could not allow anything to happen to you, Elladan,” Legolas said barely above a whisper.
“Even after the way I treated you?” the twin asked.
“Even then,” the prince replied.
“Why not?” Elladan asked curiously.
“We are betrothed. I will not be left alone before we are even bound,” Legolas replied softly.
“I will never leave you, this I swear,” Elladan replied and then kissed Legolas’ brow once again.
“And I will never leave you,” Legolas said in reply. “I should go to my room.”
“Stay,” Elladan suggested as he pulled Legolas closer. “Saes.”
“What if someone catches me in your bed?” Legolas asked worriedly as he sat up to look at Elladan.
“We can say I needed you during the night and you fell asleep, which is hardly a lie,” the elf warrior replied with a grin.
“Nay, it is not, but what about your leg?” Legolas asked.
“Sleep on my left side,” Elladan suggested. “I promise to hold you all night, would you like that?”
“Very much,” Legolas admitted as his face reddened once again.
Elladan patted the bed next to him and Legolas moved to cuddle against him. Within minutes the pair were deep in reverie, each dreaming about the other.
TBC