In Heat (1/2) R/NC-17 LOTR slash (Most of the Fell

Title: In Heat (2/2) (NC-17 m/m slash)
Author: sandyg
Rating: NC-17; no rough stuff or torture, just lots of male/male sex and a little romance
Pairing(s): A touch of implied Boromir/Sam/Pippin/Merry/Gimli X Legolas, but mainly pure Aragorn x Legolas
Summary: Legolas needs everyone to cure him but he wants one male above the rest.
Disclaimer: My apologies to Mr. JRRT’s estate but we’re just enjoying a fun little romp in the forest here. Nudge-nudge, wink-wink. It all happened (maybe) looooong ago.

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Finally. Aragorn leaned back from setting up a tent crafted from the company’s cloaks. He didn’t want this extreme cure to be an open exhibition. The other Fellowship members huddled around the small fire, Gandalf determining them well protected in this holy sanctuary. Aragorn prayed it was so; he would hardly be able to sense danger. He would be too busy exploring someone’s exquisite ass. At least Gandalf would stand watch.

Legolas had been moaning and twisting for the last five minutes, his ripe red lips making little sucking noises. Even in his unconscious state the enchanting Elf exuded a dangerous sexual pulse. His slim hips actually performed small thrusting motions.

Shaking his head Aragorn knelt next to Legolas, his fingers working off his own rough brown clothing. He wished Legolas would just be still for a second; those slim hips jerking up and down shredded Aragorn’s already tense nerves. Damn, how Aragorn hated this wild night; he hated that he actually felt excitement over what was to come. That was cruel; Gods, he should feel sad, not horny. But Legolas’ insane condition tainted the very air around him. The little tent dripped sexuality.

Aragorn blinked in confusion. Could he and Boromir really accomplish this bizarre task? Aragorn had a sick feeling that everyone in camp would need to join in. A strange embarrassed mood hung over everyone, they amazed to see their normally elegant and serene friend driven by pure lust. Aragorn mused it was like seeing a shining golden god debase himsel
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Without warning Legolas’ wide blue eyes flew open. His sharp lust flung against Aragorn’s mind. Aragorn tensed then gasped, he feeling like he had been punched in the stomach. Raising his husky voice he called out. "Boromir? Be ready!"

Legolas uttered two hoarse demanding words. "You. Now." He lunged up, his fingers gripping Aragorn’s strong arms. Moaning in lust Legolas pulled Aragorn’s full lips to his own ripeness. Aragorn felt like he wrestled with a young sleek beast since Legolas mauled his lips then sent his hot tongue down Aragorn’s throat. By the Gods, it felt like Legolas somehow possessed a stupendously long tongue! Aragorn half expected to feel that amazing tongue tickle his thudding heart. Gods, he could scare breathe!

Aragorn suddenly found himself atop of Legolas’ bucking body. Legolas’ hands and slender fingers flew over Aragorn’s remaining clothing, they wrenching the cloth apart. Struggling Aragorn gasped out words. "Legolas, let me finish undressing! I..."

Legolas hesitated, Aragorn finally feeling the Elf’s strong grip lessen. "Swiftly."

Heaving a stunned sigh Aragorn finished stripping down, he keeping his eyes from that wild dark blue stare. Yes, he’d best alert his next in line. "Boromir, best get undressed now!"

Legolas uttered one word. "Everyone."

Aragorn’s heart sank. "Oh Legolas..."

"Everyone." Legolas shuddered, he rapidly blinking. "No, not poor dear Frodo. He... he needs his strength."

Well that was a relief. Removing the last of his clothing Aragorn gazed over his trembling friend. "I do want to help you, Legolas, I..."

"No talk." Legolas yanked Aragorn down and wrapped himself around Aragorn’s strong muscular body. Aragorn tensed then he decided what the hell, why not enjoy this moment? Why feel guilty? Ha, how often did one find themselves locked in an embrace with an incredibly sexy and overheated Elf?

When Legolas’ steely slender fingers demandingly gripped his stiff cock and squeezed Aragorn suddenly had second thoughts. Damn, this night was going to be savage.

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Enough. By the Gods enough. Aragorn rolled free from Legolas, he panting in sheer exhaustion. Whimpering in need Legolas knelt, his long fingers eagerly massaging Aragorn’s drained limp cock. "No! Aragorn, no!"

Aragorn could barely speak. "Legolas, please, let me seoromoromir in! I am done... I must recover before I can please you more. Come now, I managed to please you seven times!"

Legolas’ wide possessed eyes burned over Aragorn’s handsome sweaty face. All he knew is he needed Aragorn again right now. "But... Aragorn, I you you above the others. Why are you so weak?"

Legolas’ goading words stirred Aragorn, he glaring up into his friend’s ethereal face. "Weak? Weak!? Damn you, Elf, I am not weak, I am drained! Loving you is like loving a soul-consuming demon from the deepest pit!"

Legolas had trouble concentrating but he knew when he needed immediate action. One bitter word flew free from his lips. "Weakling."

Aragorn knew Legolas was trying to goad him. He decided to play along. "Well then, Elf, go ahead, see if you can make me hard again. Go ahead, you immortal slut, show me your ancient skills. I’m sure after all these years your fellow Elves taught you something useful!"

What? How dare... calm down. Don’t hurt Aragorn. Even though he controlled his rampaging emotions Legolas’ consuming eyes still narrowed in fierce anger. "No, you bastard, I am not a slut. You are a weak base thing barely fit to touch me!" Legolas’ strong slim fingers gripped Aragorn’s flaccid cock, he kneading, caressing, he finally bringing his soft ripe lips into play, sliding them along Aragorn’s limp shaft. Yes, he’d show this man what he needed!

By the Gods! Moaning in awe Aragorn twitched and felt a new stirring in his exhausted cock. Unbelievable, but seeing Legolas sucking his cock supplied Aragorn new lust, yes, feeling that silky golden hair tangle against his lower flesh intoxicated him. Yes, let’s push the Elf even further. "Legolas, admit that you are a beautiful slut. Ha, I never imagined Elves were such hot-blooded slutty creatures!"

Legolas’ lips released Aragorn’s cock. Now his wide eyes blazed with fury. Slow down, no, don’t... "Call me a slut again and... and..."

Aragorn pushed his advantage. Sneering he dropped his voice into mocking tones. "Oh and you’ll what, bite my cock off? Break my neck? You need me, Elf, so best not threaten me."

No, oh...Legolas’ next words emerged in a soft hissing breath, he hating those words since he knew they were wrong! "Bastard, mewling human weakling!"

Aragorn continued his mockery, he seeing how Legolas struggled with himself. "Legolas, stop insulting me and try your craft again, Elf. Those pretty whorish lips were beginning to stir me again. You could make quite a living from your superior sucking skills."

Legolas hissed then he returned to sucking at Aragorn’s hardening cock. Even through his madness he knew Aragorn was trying to help him by playing this sick game. That small sane ember burning in his soul loved Aragorn all the more for his effort.

Aragorn writhed in pleasure, yes, by the Gods the lust-driven Elf was bringing him back to life for an eighth time! Aragorn knew he should feel proud but instead he teetered on madness. This task was wearing thin; he hated calling his beautiful friend a slut.

Gasping in need Legolas flung himself back, he offering his lithe lovely body to Aragorn. "Now! Come!"

Without hesitation Aragorn dove against Legolas and lifted those pale legs over his shoulders. Aragorn drove his thick hard cock deep into the elf’s willing tight ass, his stiff flesh once again finding that beautiful welcoming entrance. Legolas whimpered in complete satisfaction, he squirming, moaning, and almost dislocating Aragorn from his task. "Stop wiggling, you wild slut! Let me work here!"

Legolas laughed in delight and arched his pale strong body toward Aragorn’s broad hardness. "Come, Aragorn, prove to me why you will be king!"

Aragorn almost faltered in his thrusting strokes. "What are you saying?"

Legolas’ wild slivery laughter made Aragorn almost come. His tense words grated from his lips. "Come now, no false modesty; you know you will be king of Middle Earth! Prove to me why you are worthy! Make me see the stars, you weak human bastard!"

As he pounded into the willing slender body beneath him Aragorn felt his own hot blood singing in his veins. King, yes, he would be the king of them all, oh... yelling in feral triumph Aragorn flooded into Legolas and pressed the Elf’s slender shoulders into the ground. Yes, Legolas would be his! When Aragorn was king he would have this golden beauty as his own perfect lover. There was no way he’d lose such a stunning creature. No.

Collapsing down Aragorn breathed in Legolas’ intoxicating moonlight scent. He felt Legolas’ fingers stroke his sweating hair. How odd; Legolas sounded almost sane. "Thank you, my brave handsome Aragorn. You gave me sublime relief; yes, you provided me sanity. I fiercely renounce our cruel words; I know they were false. Now go, my brave love, rest, but come back to me as soon as you can. I know you above all will be my savior because I think we are joined."

Joined? Ha, Aragorn could hardly comprehend Legolas’ soft words; did he just hear "my love" slip from between those perfect red lips? As Aragorn’s mind spun in disbelief they exchanged a long hard kiss. Yes, how amazing, fair Legolas almost looked normal, his sweet gentle smile transporting Aragorn back into the warm sun flickering through distant peaceful trees. Yes, Aragorn definitely knew they were fated beyond this strange sick event.

Aragorn caressed Legolas’ flushed wet face and smoothed wet golden strands behind one perfect pointed ear. "I will be back, my poor. Do. Do what you must to keep sane but remember my... adoration." Kissing Legolas one last time Aragorn tore himself away from that enticing pale body and crawled from the makeshift tent. The sweet cool night air caressed his sweaty skin.

Boromir sat on a near-by rock, his broad body wrapped in his cloak. Aragorn shook his head. "Go ahead, Boromir, Legolas needs you."

The lustful brutal smile tainting Boromir’s full lips almost made Aragorn hate him. He somehow refrained from slamming his angry fist into Boromir’s strong jaw. Damn, the next hours would be hell.

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Aragorn huddled by the fire wrapped in a spare cloak. His exhausted eyes numbly stared into the low flames. Dawn was fast approaching, but the company would not be moving on during the day since no one could move. Immortal Legolas had drained them all. After Boromir crawled from the tent panting in broken pain poor Merry barely lasted a half-hour; Pippin lasted perhaps an hour. Brave Sam surprised them all, he lasting for two hours, although now he was curled into a whimpering ball. Across the fire Frodo bravely attempted to soothe his shaken friend, he caressing his wet tangled hair and murmuring softly to him.

After three grueling hours Gimli was still in there, and, judging from the frantic cursing and groans he would not last much longer. Aragorn didn’t want to see what they were doing in there.

Gandalf’s soft voice broke into Aragorn’s sick brooding. "Legolas wants you above all the others."

Aragorn quickly glanced at Gandalf’s shadowy face. "Why can’t you spell our tortured Elf?"

Shrugging in reply Gandalf puffed on his pipe. "Spelling poor Legolas would do no good. If Legolas does not work this ancient poison from his soul it will show up at a later time. Can you imagine us in a heated battle and suddenly Legolas needs this wild physical solace? He would take his pleasure even from the Orcs and the Uruk-Hai!"

Aragorn shuddered in vivid disgust. "Then... look, Gandalf, can you spell me? Yes, make me able to please Legolas for an entire day or... even more?"

Gandalf looked sly. "Perhaps I could. Is that what you truly want, my friend?"

Aragorn gazed into Gandalf’s curious eyes. "I want to cure my friend."

"You love Legolas."

Blinking in shock Aragorn opened his mouth to protest then he dropped his head. "Yes, you perceptive sorcerer, I love the Elf. Legolas is a pure shining beauty and if anyone is to cure him I want it to be me. I want Legolas well beyond this dark tainted night. My heart has always loved his pure shining soul. I think he feels the same toward me, yes, I know he does."

Gandalf smiled in complete satisfaction. "Good. I had hoped as much. You two have a strong bond which I appreciate; I also think it’s fated. So... are you absolutely sure you want to be Legolas’ only savior? He’s going to demand all from you."

Aragorn nodded. "Positive."

"Then stretch out and relax. This special spell will only last as long as Legolas needs you."

Aragorn shivered then he obeyed Gandalf’s command.

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48 hours. Aragorn would have never believed it but he had made love to Legolas for two days straight, he pausing only for water and a few bites of food. Aragorn had always enjoyed sex; after this experience he was ready to swear off the sweaty act for years. Only Gandalf’s powerful spell had protected his cock from becoming a raw bloody mess. Somehow the t’venka protected Legolas’ perfect flesh; his pale fine skin only showed faint scratches and bruises. Amazing; after all this sex Legolas should look like he had fought a war naked, especially after enduring Gimli’s thrashing.

"It’s dying away."

Aragorn twitched, his dazed mind tuning into Legolas’ quiet words. "Legolas?"

"The t’venka is dissolving."

Aragorn felt like dancing in relief only his limp body proved too exhausted. He could barely raise his head to gaze into Legolas’ beautiful dark blue eyes, he sprawled atop of the slender Elf. Aragorn realized Legolas’ shins were still over his shoulders; ha, he felt like they were embedded in his flesh. Yes, how wonderful, the commanding lust was fading from his... lover’s wide eyes. "Finally. Oh Legolas, I... I..."

Legolas chuckled, his melodic voice husky from all his frantic screaming. His long fingers gently trailed down Aragorn’s strong back. "Was loving me such an awful chore?"

Gently pulling free Aragorn hauled his aching body into a kneeling position and lowered Legolas’ long legs to the ground. Groaning Aragorn stretched out his kinked back muscles. "No, you mad beautiful Elf, but it was extremely demanding. Ha, I think I know how to pleasure you in every single manner."

"You certainly do." Legolas’odicodic voice dropped in shame, he looking away from Aragorn’s exhausted handsome face. "Do you... despise me now?"

Aragorn choked in shocked surprise. "Of course not! My precious Elf, this wasn’t your choice. I felt honored that I could cure you, well, with Gandalf’s help I cured you."

Legolas actually smiled, an open pure smile bathed in radiant sunlight. Aragorn almost groaned in delight. "Yes, how odd that wily Gandalf knew to make you my savior. I certainly wanted it to be so since, well... oh Aragorn, you know how I feel about you."

Aragorn laughed softly, his strong fingers caressing Legolas’ smooth cheek. "Are you flirting with me, my beautiful Elf?"

"Well I certainly hope so." Winking slyly Legolas pursed his red swollen lips. Aragorn groaned, he deciding he could kiss those perfect red lips for one, perhaps two, oh... many, many times. Yes, after all this madness was over he planned on kissing them for eternity. The pair’s eyes met, each laughing in relieved joy.

Hearing the merry laughter echoing from the makeshift tent Frodo finally smiled. He gazed over at Gandalf, his huge blue eyes filled with weary amusement. "Well, my friend, I think we can finally continue our journey.

Gandalf winked in joy. Ahh, if only all the Fellowship’s traumas could end so gracefully.
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