Subconscious

Ye Olde Disclaimer: Alas, I cannot claim to own these purdy Elves, If I did, do you honestly think I’d be writing about em? Hells no! I’d be having a massive elven orgy as we speak! Sadly, the boys are Tolkien’s, and I’m making no money off this fic. Bah.

A/N: FINALLY! It’s only taken me about 3 months to write part 2. I have good excuses, though! Firstly, I moved, had no internet access, and got a ridiculously demanding waitressing job. So excuseis nis no time. Excuse #2 is that I was attacked by vicious Mary Sue plot bunnies that held the twins hostage until I wrote their stupid story, which is now safely hidden in a drawer where no one will find that piece of shit. Goddamn bunnies.... Oh yea. I still have no beta, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Anyone wanna step up to the challenge and beta this monstrosity for me? Please?

// Elladan held his breath. His beloved brother was acting out his every fantasy, slowly disrobing with a seductive grin upon his precious lips. He spent what seemed like hours loosening the ties on each grommet of his leggings, slightly grinding into his own hands. At last, Elrohir’s skin-tight pants were open, revealing his hard arousal to his brother’s wide-eyed gaze. Elladan stared at it, amazed at its smooth, pale beauty, and his now naked twin crawled cat-like towards him. With animal passion, Elrohir kissed Elladan, sucking and biting at his mouth as he lay down atop his brother. Hands explored the smooth expanses of back and chest, tracing the muscles that lay rock solid beneath flesh, drawing invisible patterns with trembling fingertips. Elrohir bade his brother to close his eyes, to guess the words he spelled out on his taut stomach.

“It would be far easier to write were the surface not breathing so hard,” Elrohir chastised. “You will never win the game if you cannot control yourself.” The game was one they had played frequently as elflings, bored at an endless formal dinner or their tutor’s droning lectures. They had written each other secret messages under the table on hands, arms, and thighs, giggling manically when Elladan had pointed out that their very proper grandmother had a lovely bit of spinach in her teeth. How innocent their touches had been! How different this game was now...

“Elrohir, how can I keep myself from breathing deeply when you are touching me? Just your scent alone makes my heart race and my head spin.” Elrohir chuckled and continued his work, carefully printing out letter after letter. As Elladan became aware of what it was his twin was writing, his breathing only got heavier. His lover had written “I Want To Taste You.”

Elrohir relieved him of his leggings, leaving him nude, vulnerable, and on display for his brother’s hungry eyes. Elrohir, like a hawk capturing a rabbit, descended upon Elladan’s member, which sprang up, solid and pulsating with desire. He wrapped his lips around the head, gently sucking and licking the very tip. Elladan moaned and bucked his hips into his brother’s mouth. He had never felt such pleasure, never even considered it possible. Yet, it was still not enough. “Ai!” he cried, “Elrohir, you tease me!”

The brother in question withdrew his mouth from its work for a moment to flash his accuser a wicked grin. He blew lightly on the glistening wet head, and watched his twin writhe as he licked the slithis his penis with the very tip of his tongue. Licking down the shaft languorously, he paused at the base to nip and kiss the tightly drawn scrotum, making his partner groan with want. At last, he took pity on his tortured brother, and swallowed the entire length of his cock.

Elladan nearly screamed at the divine suction as Elrohir’s wonderful throat opened to admit him. He gazed at the erotic sight of Elrohir’s dark head bouncing up and down along his erection, eyes half closed, hair flowing loosely about his face, tickling Elladan’s sensitive thighs. Elladan threw his heavy head back in ecstasy, feeling the swift approach of a powerful orgasm, when his twin’s fevered licking and sucking abruptly stopped. Elladan’s head shot back up, face contorted in an expression of want/need/exasperation/wonder, and looked questioningly at his smirking tormenter, who was undoubtedly delighted at his ability to drive his brother to the brink of orgasm and insanity at the same time.

“Why did you stop?” groaned Elladan through his short, panting breaths.

“Because, my darling brother, we have yet to finish playing our game,” replied Elrohir as he slowly dragged his body along his twins to meet his eyes, and kiss his swollen lips and tongue. Elrohir reached up and, with his delicate fingers, closed Elladan’s eyes yet again. Those same tantalizing digits began to, once more, trace runes upon the creamy stomach of his beloved, spelling out yet another erotic sentence. This time, the seducer’s writing caused his brother to moan out his approval.

“Tell me, Elladan. Tell me what I wrote,” demanded the scribe, eyes clouded with lust, hips moving of their own accord to grind his arousal into is brother’s thigh.

“You wrote ‘I Want To Fuck You.’” Elladan could barely speak the words, as his mouth had gone dry with desire.

Elrohir whispered into his brother’s ear, punctuating his words with kisses, licks, and gentle nips to the perfectly sculpted flesh. “Tell me, brother, tell me what you want. Tell me you want me!”

“Elrohir, I want you to fuck me!” Elladan all but screamed his response, and then claimed his brother’s mouth in one final fierce kiss before the dominant twin once again descended to Elladan’s lower regions.

Elrohir bent his brother’s knees and positioned his legs so that he might have easy access to his tight entrance. He lapped at his twin’s hole with his tongue, licking over it, then over again, stabbing the rigid muscle inside the guarded opening, drawing moans of unbearable arousal from the squirming elfn thn the bed, Elladan thrashed his head from side to sin hin his pillow, gripped the sheets with white-knuckled fists, sighed his brother’s beautiful name as though it were a sacred prayer.

At last, Elrohir deemed Elladan ready to receive his own rigid arousal. He mouth ceased its labors and made the journey back to Elladan’s parted, panting lips. They shared a kiss that spoke of the bond of love between them, a slow, languid, liquid kiss of lazy tongues and soft, relaxed lips. The kiss continued while Elrohir positioned himself, placing the engorged head of his arousal at his brother’s entrance. He pushed.

He pushed again.

With every thrust of the slim hips, the two separate yet identical bodies drew closer and closer to becoming one. Elrohir pushed himself a little deeper, as Elladan raised his hips up to meet his twin, to impale his body on the flesh of the one he loved. Faster they moved, and harder, Elladan’s fingers clenching down on his love’s shoulders, then hips as he tried to pull his twin deeper inside him. They moved as one, their rhythm unrelenting, the pleasure building to unimaginable heights.

Elladan felt no physical pain, only pleasure so intense it nearly burned him. He felt his brother’s thick erection sliding in and out; stroking the inside of his channel while his muscles milked the intruder. He felt his pelvis meet that of his twin as they thrust into one another, hard, deep strokes that sent Elrohir’s sack slapping into his rear. Hearing his brother moan above him, he looked up, seeing the beloved face contorted in rapture at the sensations, black hair flowing, eyes fluttering somewhere between open and shut. He watched as Elrohir moved in/out, in/out, rocking the bed as he rocked his hips. Sweat dripped from his brother’s face, landing on his own neck, cooling one spot on his overheated body. He never dreamed it would feel this good to be so close.

Yet, he was dreaming.

The physical bliss remained undimmed, but the bittersweet reality returned to his mind. This wasn’t real. His brother would never touch him in this way, never make love to him, never fall in love with him. His dreams were all he would ever have with this unattainable desire, this untouchable face.

He raised his head to kiss his lover once more, to taste the lips- just one more time- that he knew he would never really taste. He felt the passion in his brother’s kiss, the desire, the intensity, and mourned his loss. He would soon wake.

“I love you,” whispered Elladan as he lowered himself back down to his pillow.

“I love you, too,” his twin responded through clenched teeth as his climax approached. Elladan could feel his own tumbling upon him like a barrel rolling down a steep hill. His eyes clamped shut when it at last hit him, his body and mind exploding. He dimly saw his brother, his darling Elrohir, stiffen above him, crying his release as he spent himself inside Elladan. They came together, as one, as the same being, aminaming each other’s names.

And then, it was over. //

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Elladan awoke to find the grey light of dawn slinking in through his curtains. Not quite enough to allow the eye to see colors, but enough to illuminate the mess that was Elladan’s bed. His body was tangled up in sweaty, twisted sheets that had been kicked off sometime in the night, and there was the telltale reminder of his sinful dream in the form of several sticky spots on the blankets, and on the elf himself. Elladan shook his head, hair as tangled as the sheets, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with trembling hands. Why was it his lot in life to be so miserable? Why must he love, nay, obsess over his twin like this?

He sat upon his rumpled bed, naked and still breathing like an elf freshly recovered from orgasm, when his door burst open.

There, silhouetted by the torchlight from the hallway, was his beloved, clearly roused from his own sleep, a look of worry upon his face as he explained “I heard you scream my name as though you were in pain....oh.”

Elrohir beheld his naked, sticky, blushing brother. His eyes widened in shock. He quickly turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind him with a click that Elladan compared to the hammering of the last nail in his coffin.

He stared at the closed door where his brother had been, and cried.


A/N: Poor kid...
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