Feud

Title: Feud
Author: Nárcolindë, robey61@yahoo.com
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond, eventually
Rating: NC17 overall
Warnings: AU, OOC
Disclaimer: Characters, events and locations recognizable from the works of JRR Tolkien are the property of his estate. This story is intended for enjoyment, not profit.

A/N: My gracious thanks to Sarah for her careful and thoughtful beta work. Her input adds much to the quality of this work!

Summary: I can't get no satisfaction . . .

Chapter 19: Nasto naith lîn born, tharn nedhnîn! [Thrust your red-hot, rigid penis inside me!]

Erestor shifted uneasily and unobtrusively, he hoped, drawing closer to the pile of discarded clothing where a dagger lay attached to his belt. He castigated himself for yet again failing to appreciate the menace this wild elf presented. It would almost serve him right were he to come to harm from his lack of insight! He frantically tried to conjure a way to remedy the infraction, and settled for depending on honesty and his companion's honorable nature to forgive the slights his words had inflicted.

"Consider not that he thinks you capable of treasonous acts, but rather that you are of high enough caliber to hear out his goals and act such that both our peoples benefit." He spoke calmly and allowed the truth of his words to be heard, for in these there was no falseness.

Legolas listened and could not deny the sincerity he discerned. They were good words and complimentary to him rather than insulting or base. Yet he knew there was still more to it all. However, he deemed it reasonable for Erestor to withhold whatever he could; he was no traitor to his own either. Somehow he respected that and he decided that enough had been shared to trust him in lesser things if not in matters of state. Besides, if he feigned acceptance the spies would reveal their true plot sooner or later. He relaxed and broke off another bite of lembas. Seeing this, Erestor eased himself down from his highly agitated state, relieved he would not have to combat the Wood Elf.

"A truce, then, at least for now?" he asked and was completely overwhelmed by the bright and genuine smile that illuminated Legolas' features.

"Aye, a truce it shall be, Erestor of Imladris," he said and stuffed the last piece of lembas into his mouth.

"Excellent! Thome ome out of the rain, Legolas, before you drown in this deluge!" the Noldo exhorted and motioned with his hands towards the dry blanket resting on the wooden chest.

Legolas swallowed and looked from the blanket to his soaked and uncomfortable breeches. In truth, when it rained like this he usually did take them off for they clung to him and chaffed unmercifully otherwise, even as they did now. And he could almost feel the softness of the blanket's woolen fabric against his skin. More than anything he wanted to rid himself of his meager clothes and bundle up on the floor and sleep. To do these things meant he would have to strip in front of this stranger, and he was loathe to do it. It did not feel like five years since the last time he had been forced to strip under another's scrutiny. He shuddered as the memory washed over him.

Mentally he tried to prepare himself. This was not a sordid demand, he was choosing to do so in order to gain some much-needed comfort from the weather. Besides, the other elf was already naked under the blanket he had gledgled into.

The other elf was already naked.

Legolas peered furtively at Erestor's enveloped form, remembering what was covered there, and began to feel warm. Erestor's body was magnificent; broad chested and well muscled, with a lean, flat belly. A line of short black strands marched down from his navel, culminating in a dark patch of thick and curling hair where his organ hung with its naked tip and promising weight. Legolas acknowledged that the warmth was definitely radiating from his groin and shifted in discomfort as he hardened. He had never completely rid himself of the yearning fullness since waking to find himself being stroked to near madness by Rusci, or rather, Berenaur. His penis twitched in the memory of that sensation and Legolas almost groaned but caught himself in time.

"Oh come!" Erestor teased. "There's nothing there I have not seen before! Keep your back to me if I make you so uneasy!" Legolas considered that to be a good idea. The last thing he wanted was for Erestor of Imladris to see him fully erect in impassioned prurience.

Except that was false. He did want Erestor to see, and to want what he saw. He wondered if Erestor would get hard when he stripped; perhaps Erestor was already erect. The thought sent a thrill through his body as his cock swelled even tighter. He found he was having trouble keeping his breathing regular.

Finally he stood and unknotted the leather cording at his waist. This was more difficult with the lacing so saturated, but at last he had it loose. With a swift motion he bent and drew his legs out of the dripping garment and his cock bobbed forward with the activity, jutting forth from between his thighs and glistening in the raindrops that fell upon it.

Legolas heard Erestor's soft intake of breath and his own heart leaped as he reached over and retrieved the blanket, straightening just enough to allow an unrestricted view before quickly wrapping himself up. He ducked under the canvas shelter and settled cross-legged near the Noldo, yet not so close as to seem too eager. He chanced a brief peek at his companion and was rewarded with an expression of open desire, which Erestor did not attempt to disguise.

"You have made me a liar after all," he said seductively and Legolas met his smoldering eyes in anticipation, "for you are more fair than any I have seen before! Never have I beheld an elf so completely enthralling!" His words were barely above a whisper and Legolas shivered as he held his gaze.

"Thelin le-geri, Legolas [I intend to have you, Legolas]," he said directly and Legolas stifled a gasp.

"Sui anirach; mabo nîn [As you desire; take me]," Legolas exhaled the words and moved closer, letting go his blanket to reach out for his lover.

Erestor met him and claimed his mouth in a fiery kiss as one hand caressed the smooth perfection of his cheek. The other hand wrapped around and slid beneath the limp and dripping hair to slither down his spine, his fingers flowing gently over the marred skin. Legolas moaned into the warmth of the embrace and darted his tongue into the inviting orifice, stroking the roof of Erestor's mouth and massaging his animated tongue.

Erestor returned the favor, exhalingtenttented sounds of rapture as he entwined their tongues and explored the sweetness of Legolas' lips, still tasting faintly of lembas and rainwater. Legolas' fingers were busy behind Erestor's neck, combing through the dark and shimmering locks, and he pressed closer to enjoy the full contact of their bodies and skin. Erestor's nipples were hard and Legolas could feel them against his chest. He moved against him, drag hig his own nipples across the firm pectorals and they yowled together.

Legolas broke the kiss and moved to nip and suck along his lover's throat from the collarbone up to his earlobe, which he gently tugged on with his teeth. He nuzzled his nose up around the outer shell and softly licked the maroon stained point and Erestor sang out, reaching down to tweak the peaked nipple he sought. Legolas trilled a beseeching sigh and moved to the other ear. Erestor's other hand rubbed gently against Legolas back, just brushing the cleft of his firmly rounded arse. Legolas trembled.

Gently Erestor eased his lover back yet kept his fingers busy kneading Legolas' nipples.

"Let me see you," he whispered his demand and Legolas unfolded his legs and spread them, leaning back comfortably on his elbows, completely exposed and vulnerable. Erestor cupped his sack, gently lifting to better examine his bounty, and smiled: rosy and rigid indeed. Legolas watched, watched the fingers tugging his tit; watched the hand cradling his balls and thought he might go mad if something did not happen soon.

"Saes! More! Saes, Erestor, touch it!" he begged between shuddering gasps and Erestor growled as he knelt between his legs and swallowed him down.

Legolas shrilly screamed as he tried to pump up into the sucking torridity of his lover's mouth. Erestor held him as still as he could and worked him with his lips and tongue, swirling and teasing the head and laving down the svelte shaft. He dropped his hand to tickle the tightly carried balls and Legolas writhed wantonly like a feline in a patch of catnip, close to tears in his need. His passion in in a searing crescendo and he tensed as Erestor sucked harder, sensing his orgasm building. Legolas arched up from the floor with a long explosive wail of ecstasy and erupted in tumultuous spurts down his lover's throat. Erestor gulped the viscous seed; voraciously sucking until the last drops of Legolas' semen was expelled. He fell back limp upon the blanket and lay panting in ragged breaths, smiling in the giddy aftermath of surging glory.

Erestor grinned, releasing the softened penis, and stretched out beside him, kissing the open lips and exhaling back to Legolas a hint of his own essence. Legolas shivered and rolled to press his still wet member against Erestor's hip and, draping a leg across his thighs, rocked lightly against him. Erestor enfolded him in his arms and relished the weight of the golden head upon his breast.

Erestor smirked as Legolas beamed dreamily.

"I think you have needed that for quite a while, pen-rhovan!" he teased softly and Legolas giggled as he leaned up to kiss him.

"There is more I need," he whispered in sultry decadence, reaching down for his lover's erection as he did, languidly massaging the slightly pulsing rock-hard cock. "You have not had me yet."

Legolas quickened his tempo and kissed the hollow at the base of Erestor's throat. Erestor expressed his pleasure by reaching round to caress the nape of Legolas' neck and then again smoothing his palm down his lover's back. Legolas answered the sumptuous touch by blazing a tongue trail across Erestor's chest, ending in a steady lapping at his nipple. Erestor lurched up into the sensation in appreciation and would have crammed his cock vigorously into Legolas' talented grip but the archer's leg was there, heavy against his body. Erestor caressed the pleasing encumbrance, working his way around the inviting curve of the firm gluteus, allowing his fingers to slip underneath and brush the sensitive region between Legolas' anus and balls. Legolas calout out Erestor's name and shoved his stiffening cock roughly against his pelvis.

Erestor let his finger tips circle the tautly puckered opening in Legolas' body as the archer continued to thrust against him in synchrony with his relentless attention to Erestor's cock, now a dark and ruddy red and exuding a steady drip of clear slickness.

The naked head fascinated Legolas. None of his previous lovers had ever been shorn thus, and he found the oral sensations the deficit produced immensely enjoyable. He trailed his lips across it, licking under the ridge and down into the slit, making soft plaintively thrumming murmurs deep in his throat while he tasted and sucked. Erestor pivoted up as much as he could to force more of his pulsing flesh into his lover's mouth, encouraging Legolas with keening sighs as his fingertips continued to dance against the boundary of the flexing entry.

Erestor pushed his finger into his lover.

"Hah!" Legolas shouted the syllable against Erestor's erection, stilling his movements momentarily. The digit shoved in, rapidly palpating the squeezing muscles, anticipating the ingression of the distended cock.

Then Erestor stilled also and began carefully probing his lover, feeling gently with healer's fingers, pushing further and exploring as far as his digit's length allowed. For as deep as he could penetrate, Erestor's finger encountered a series of irregular and coarse disfigurations upon the normally smooth lining of the tissue. As before, the history of the ill-healed hurts was revealed to his touch and he was shocked at the brutality Legolas had borne.

"Legolas?" he said softly and cautiously withdrew the finger. His hand lifted Legolas' chin and turned his head to meet his eyes. "You have, inside, you are scarred there!" he tried to keep his voice calm as he struggled to get the words out, and watched as a fleeting shadow of fear flitted through his lover's eyes.

"Does it bother you? I know I will please you; I was once told it even increases the pleasure," he said as he dropped his eyes. "Please do not let this change anything!" he whispered and hid his face against Erestor's broad chest. Erestor encircled him tightly in his arms and held him, stunned that this was what his lover feared.

"Nay, I only worry I may damage you more! I have come away without my pack and have nothing to ease the penetration. Legolas, you will tear; look at what I will put in you!" he admonished and Legolas complied, eagerly grasping the thick and lengthy prominence awaiting its sheathing within him. He quivered with anticipation and pulled at it possessively.

"Aye, I see, and I do not care if you have to split me just get it into me! Now, Erestor!" he urgently cajoled, bending over to take the piece back into his mouth. He held it up with his hand, making sure Erestor could see his tongue darting out and around the lip of the head, determined to lift his lover's ardor beyond concerned protests.

He felt Erestor's guttural vocals more than heard them and pulled his mouth off him with a slurping pop as he broke the suction and allowed the heavy organ to drop back against his stomach. Legolas sat up and then crawled over Erestor, stopping fleetingly to pump his erection against Erestor's in flagrant lechery.

"Elbereth!" Erestor shouted and clutched at the buttocks rubbing his body, squeezing the muscular cheeks as he lifted questing lips to the archer's sensuous mouth. Legolas swept his tongue across his lover's palate, murmuring responsively into the taste.

But Legolas broke the kiss and scooted forward, bending low to drag his nipples over Erestor's mouth, which opened and bit at the brief yet delectable offerings. The wild elf wriggled into the nibbling caresses, pulling lightly against Erestor's gentle tugs, sending his urgent groans into his lover's ear as he licked it. Legolas finally snatched back the swelled tidbits, slithering off Erestor's chest, and waddled on his knees over to his destination, the wooden box. He rooted through it and Erestor had an excellent view of his firm arse, his balls just barely visible as he leaned over into the chest. Erestor could not restrain himself and got up behind Legolas and forced two fingers into him, working them deeply inside to find the prostate.

"Erestor!" Legolas screamed as the gland was jolted three times in rapid succession and he grabbed onto the edge of the chest and pushed back, splaying wide his knees invitingly, relishine fee feel of the fingers fucking him. He let his forehead fall against his white-knuckled grasp on the trunk and Erestor pushed aside his golden hair and claimed the nape of his neck. He bit into the cream colored skin sharply enough to draw up a purple bruise, while his other hand gripped the wild elf's elegant organ and pumped it solidly, just once.

"Erestor!" the archer cried again. Then he lifted his head and unfurled one hand, triumphantly smiling as he showed his lover what his scavenging had yielded: a small container of sweet and slippery oil of athelas seed. Erestor grinned delightedly and pulled his fingers out, reaching for the bottle, but Legolas shook his head, concealing the bottle in his palm again and holding it jealously to his heart.

Eyes gleaming, Legolas pushed Erestor back so he was settled on his haunches beside him. Still on his knees, the fallen prince opened the bottle and coated his fingers thoroughly. Leaning over with one hand on the chest for support he slid two lubricated digits inside his body, giving Erestor a clear view of him plunging them incessantly against his pleasure point as he exhaled a carnal grunt with every jab. He leaned his head against his arm and his hair slid down, a soggy drapery wafting its dripping fringe against his protruding cock with each insertion.

Erestor leered slack jawed but then Legolas raised libidinous eyes to capture his and, muttering an oath, the Noldo pounced upon his lover, mounting him as he yanked the fingers free. He plowed his obdurate shaft up the waiting channel and stabbed impatiently against the resistant flesh, desperate to relieve his pent salacity.

Legolas howled with the impact as he was breached and slicing stringers of agony broke upon him, signaling the ripping of the muscle, followed by rippling swells of euphoria as the mixture of blood and oil eased the thickened immensity deeper.

"Ah! Valar! Legolas!" Erestor shouted out the continuous, lascivious mantra in accord with every impact of their flesh as they copulated.

Legolas had to brace his arms against the box as Erestor's potent lunges hammered him.

"More! Erestor!" Legolas shouted in his cupidity, lost in the avalanche of pain-laced ebullience as Erestor filled him beyond capacity.

He was aware of every inch of his lover's penis ravishing him and urgently sought to spread himself to allow greater access. He wanted to feel him deeper; to know the sensation of that naked head marking him, exceeding the extent of its previous onslaught each time the cock intruded. He needed to be seared by Erestor's heat, scorched by his inflamed passion, scarred by his insatiable craving.

Erestor grasped Legolas tightly around the waist and gripped the wooden box with his other hand, thrusting mercilessly, shoving in his cock as far as he could force it, nearly climbing up Legolas' back in his desperate need to embed himself in his lover's body. He could feel Legolas' penis bump against his arm every time he rammed into his rectum. With increasingly rapid and brutish impetus he drove against the constriction of Legolas' passage as the muscles encircled the invading organ in a tightening noose of relentless friction. Both elves were insensible to anything but their rutting need and the pounding of skin against skin as their delight rose to exalted ecstasy.

Legolas looked down between his arms and emptied his lungs in a tremendous holler of delirious abandon as he watched his penis shoot forth his second ejaculation across Erestor's arm and the side of the wooden chest. Erestor balanced on the pinnacle of his orgasm a moment more and then injected his semen deep into Legolas, a shuddering spasm rocking his entire body as his primitive outcry of gratification rumbled and reverberated through the rain-scissored air.

The elves collapsed onto the blankets.

tbc