DRIFTWOOD

DRIFTWOOD

BY

JOXIE


Title : Driftwood

Author : Joxie

Pairing : Thranduil/Will, Legolas/Elrond, Aze/Arwen

Rating : NC17 Swearing AU

Authors Notes : LOTR/POTC Crossover, third story in the Sparks Universe follows ASFU and PTTL

Summary : A stranger in a strange land can he help a fading King and what of the Kings family?

Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.

Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing!


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Good sex had always improved Will’s temperament and his tryst with Thranduil had been no exception. He felt happy enough to sing though thankfully he didn’t. His singing voice being less than tuneful even to his own ears.

With a purposeful stride he headed for Thranduil’s bed chamber, to join him for a light supper. Will’s thoughts drifted back to the afternoon and his cock give a hopeful twitch. Will smiled to himself he knew what he wanted for dessert.

Thranduil greeted him with a kiss and pulled Will into the room letting the door slam behind him. Another kiss and Will wrestled control from his lover by pushing his tongue deep into Thranduil’s mouth. Stealing his breath and making them both tingle pleasantly.

The fire burnt brightly and lamps gave the room an amber glow. Two comfortable chairs waited for them beside the fire. Where a table was also within easy reach, as Will seated himself Thranduil poured two glasses of Miruvor.

Will sipped his drink as his eyes were drawn to a shallow pan that hung over the fire. The water in it bubbled gently; he then noticed the long strands of wiry metal immersed in the water. His eyes darted over to Thranduil who was sitting in the other chair plainly waiting for a reaction.

“One prick and its done” enlightened Thranduil.

Will tried to keep his mind out of the gutter, without much success, “You would pierce me in all ways?”

“In all ways you would let me” Thranduil watched as Will unbuttoned his shirt.

A small hard nipple came into view; Thranduil dropped to his knees in front of Will and took it into his mouth. Making his lover gasp and reach out for the blonde’s head fingers tugging gently at his long hair.

Thranduil sat back on his heels and looked at Will’s flushed face, “Allow me this?”

Feeling reckless Will responded, “Anything you wish.”

The pan was removed from the fire and placed on the table beside several pieces of clean white cloth. Carefully Thranduil removed one of the long wiry strands placing it on one of them.

He wetted another cloth with Miruvor from his glass, and then wiped the exposed nipple with it. Will shivered as the alcohol bit into the sensitive brown flesh hardening it even more.

Thranduil then dipped his finger tips into his glass before picking the wire up by its end, “Mithril the best and purest metal for this, hard as dragon scales beautiful as moonlight.”

He knelt in front of Will again his finger and thumb captured the nipple, firmly he pulled on it. Will squirmed a little but didn’t say a word, a violent thrust and the Mithril was through the nipple.

Thranduil released Will staring as a bead of blood blossomed from the piercing and slowly ran down his chest. He leant forward and stopped it with his lips licking steadily towards the slightly swollen nub.

His mouth latched onto the nipple making Will cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Thranduil lapped the blood away and soothed the abused flesh tenderly.

Will whimpered breathlessly, “God that feels good.”

Thranduil lifted his mouth and took in the picture before him. Will was an invitation to sin, eyes half closed; shirt pushed aside the rise and fall of his chest rapid as he struggled to breath.

Long graceful fingers plucked the cutters from the table, Thranduil trimmed the ends of the wire muttering, “Only Mithril can cut Mithril.”

He used the same cutters to bend and shape the metal, bringing the ends together. Turning towards the fire he removed a very small pair of tongs from it. The tips of it were only slightly thicker than the Mithril wire and with great care he soldered the ends together.

Will groaned wantonly as the ring came to rest against his skin.

“You have to earn the second one” smirked Thranduil.

“Should I be thankful you didn’t put it through my nose?” Will dryly retorted.

“Another time or maybe” Thranduil’s eyes drifted to Will’s groin.

“Not in your life time or mine came to that” warned Will.

Thranduil’s rich laughter filled the room as he poured Will another glass of Miruvor, “Time will tell on that score.”

Servants arrived with there meal and they remained by the fire to eat. The pleasant ache in Will’s nipple went straight to his cock and made him move restlessly. The devil was in Thranduil’s eyes as he watched his guest trying not to squirm.

When they had finished eating Thranduil stood up and held his hand out to Will. Who grasped it as he to rose from his chair.

“Stay the night let me love you” the whispered words escaped from Thranduil’s mouth.

Will let himself be pulled towards his lover by there still joined hands. The kiss was sweet enough to be almost bitter as there bodies crushed together.

When his lips were free once more Will managed to gasp out, “Yes.”

Thranduil’s large bed was comfortable with silk sheets that caressed the skin. As he slowly pushed himself into the hot tightness that was Will, the man clung to him. This is what Will had needed for so long this completeness of body and soul.

Thoughts of Jack flooded him and ruthlessly Will forced them away, I will not think of Jack he ordered himself. But even so the tears came and he buried his head in Thranduil shoulder.

“Look at me, look at me” Thranduil demanded, almost fearfully Will complied

“I understand” tenderly he kissed away the tears.

With slow deep strokes Thranduil made love to his new mate letting him cling. Enjoying the sensation of arms and legs being wrapped tightly around him.

With a heart felt cry Will come violently his pleasure in turn causing Thranduil to follow him. Sleep took them quickly there rest filled with dreams of a bright new future.