Spring has come for us

A/N: This bit of absolute naughtiness makes a little more sense for those of you who are familiar with my idea of bringing Fëanor to T.A. Imladris and reuniting him with Erestor, as presented in the previous chapters. Of course, that leaves one pretty Balrog Slayer short of a lover. But what if he gains another one, instead? Whould't that be nice? See for yourselves.


Slowly opening the door to his and Erestor's rooms, Fëanaro smirked, pleased to see that Glorfindel had followed his request. The blond sat on the arm of a comfortable couch, facing the open window and watching the stunning view of waterfalls gleaming in the red and gold of sunset.

Clad in his favorite blues, his radiant mane flowing freely to the small of his back, Glorfindel waited, growing impatient with every passing minute, until he heard the soft sounds of footsteps and the rustle of heavy fabric falling to the floor behind him. Squaring his shoulders and drawing a deep breath, the blond remained motionless, until long, gentle fingers smoothed his golden tresses.

"You are here," Fëanaro said and his deep, sensual voice sent shivers up and down Glorfindel's spine.

"I am," he replied, surprised to find his own voice throaty and unsteady.

"Good," his companion purred--a sound that filled the blond with electrifying desire. "Very good..."

Tangling his fingers in the silky mane, Fëanaro grabbed a fistful of Glorfindel's hair and pulled, roughly enough to make the Elda hiss and look up. His eyes narrowed, when Glorfindel saw Fëanaro's impenetrable look and the amused smirk that played on the older Elf's lips.

"That... hurt!" the blond growled, but his protest was cut short, when a hot, demanding mouth descended to claim his parted lips. Despite the awkward, upside-down position, Fëanaro kissed his seated companion until Glorfindel whimpered, growing dizzy with lust and lack of air.

"Kiss and make it better?" Fëanaro inquired sweetly, smiling at the flushed, panting Elf beneath him. He released Glorfindel's hair, soothing the forgotten sting of the blond's scalp with a few gentle caresses.

"Much better," the Elda grinned, licking his pink, moist lips. It made Fëanaro lower himself once more and plunder Glorfindel's mouth with such hunger that both Elves were filled with lust and panting by the time they reluctantly stopped for breath.

"Varda's stars, you are delicious!" Fëanaro murmured, taking one step back and shaking himself, trying to control the furious passion that the blond stirred in him.

"Would you like another taste?" Glorfindel inquired, easily slipping into the role of the seducer as he slowly rose from his seat. Turning around to face Fëanaro, he started unlacing his shirt, allowing his eyes to roam over his companion's body in an intense perusal.

The dark-haired Elf allowed Glorfindel a few moments of silent admiration, standing before him in naught but a pair of thin leggings and soft, black boots. He could feel those bright, blue eyes devouring him slowly and the raw desire written on the Elda's face caused Fëanaro's arousal to strain against its confines.

"The question is... would YOU like another taste?" Fëanaro tossed his dark mane back and stepped forward.

The air between them grew hot and sparked with desire when the two Elves came face to face.

"Yes, I would," Glorfindel whispered. There was a part of him that demanded a struggle, that questioned his sudden surrender and the way the Elf before him played with his senses. But when that same Elf buried his hands in his hair and began to tease the tips of his ears, Glorfindel shut himself to everything but sensation. Jolts of pleasure shot through him every time Fëanaro's fingers brushed the sensitive points. The dark-haired Elf leaned closer, bringing their bodies in delicious contact. He nibbled on Glorfindel's lips, adding the tip of his tongue to the teasing caresses. The response made him smile against the other's mouth. Glorfindel melted against him and the blond's hands cupped his buttocks, crushing Fëanaro against his hips.

"Eager... aren't we?" Fëanaro asked, breaking the fluttery kiss and rubbing himself against Glorfindel's quickly hardening member.

"I've been waiting here for the last half an hour," the blond answered, barely able to suppress the shivers caused by Fëanaro's hands still teasing his ear lobes.

"More than enough time to wonder what I would do with you... isn't that right, my beautiful?" Fëanaro said, giving the blond a feral grin.

'Your beautiful?!' Glorfindel would have shouted, and he nearly began to do so, but a thrust against his arousal set his loins on fire. He only gasped when Fëanaro pulled his head back and bared his throat, licking and nipping the exposed skin. He moaned and writhed against the older Elf, just a fraction taller than himself. Glorfindel could have overpowered the lither Noldo, could have reversed their positions, but his skin tingled and those hot caresses poured fire in his veins.

"That's right... let me hear you," Fëanaro purred, kissing his way along Glorfindel's chin, searching the blond's lips once more.

Glorfindel moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Fëanaro and pulling him closer. He tried to claim the older Elf's lips and kiss him breathless, but Fëanaro disentangled himself and took two steps back. He studied the panting beauty before him, tapping his lips with his forefinger. Fëanaro feasted on the vision of an aroused Balrog Slayer, his shirt slipping from broad shoulders, revealing smooth, delicious skin. The blond leaned against the couch behind him and his eyes burned with lust when he searched his companion's face.

"Come back," he said, and his voice was thick, echoing more need than Glorfindel would have willingly revealed.

"Come here..." Fëanaro countered. "You said you want a taste."

"I do. I want all of you." Glorfindel breathed, walking into temptation's arms and losing himself in another kiss. He did not protest when Fëanaro's hands helped divest him of his thin shirt. Nor did he issue any complaint when Fëanaro pressed him down, slowly.

"On your knees, Golden Flower," Fëanaro demanded, but his voice held more invitation and less command. "Show me why I ache for you so much," he added, biting his lip when he felt Glorfindel's hot breath teasing his arousal, through the fabric of his leggings.

"Oh, I will show you..." Glorfindel growled, kneeling and pressing his cheek against the hard column of flesh. He rubbed against the soft fabric, grinning as he felt Fëanaro's arousal twitching. His hands traveled down the Noldo's legs, kneading the strong muscles and enjoying the way they tensed beneath his fingers.

Fëanaro steadied himself, holding on to Glorfindel's shoulders, and spread his legs when the blond's fingers worked their way up his inner thighs, inching closer to his most sensitive areas, but leaving them untouched.

"I will not touch you until you weep for me..." Glorfindel said, his lips touching the tip of Fëanaro's arousal, still confined behind the oppressive fabric of his leggings.

Fëanaro growled, fisting his hands in Glorfindel's hair. When the blond looked up he faced a menacing glare that made him chuckle softly.

"Glorfindel..." Fëanaro began, but his words melted into an "Oh..." when Glorfindel's tongue lapped the head of his arousal, wetting the fabric that had become insufferable. His grip on the flaxen hair loosened and his features softened into a knowing smile.

"Make me weep, then." Fëanaro urged his companion.

Glorfindel needed little invitation. He untied Fëanaro's leggings and pealed them off, along with the Noldo's boots, tossing them under the table nearby. When Fëanaro positioned himself in front of him, Glorfindel smirked appreciatively, looking at the ample erection pointing straight to his face. He was tempted to take it into his mouth, hard and fast, just for the pleasure of hearing Fëanaro scream, but he remained motionless, pretending to analyze his options. Suddenly, his dipped his head and he began kissing the soft expanse of skin on the inside of Fëanaro's right thigh.

The Noldo's knees gave in and he grabbed Glorfindel's shoulders, trying to steady himself. He bit his lip until the taste of his own blood filled his mouth, when Glorfindel's moist lips and his wicked tongue found the sensitive, ticklish spot behind his knee. The blond tortured him without pity, until Fëanaro trembled and whimpered, despite his best efforts to conceal just how much those caresses affected him.

Pleased, Glorfindel looked up and noticed that Fëanaro's arousal had grown even harder, pressing against the Noldo's taut abdomen.

"Not yet?..." he inquired sweetly, causing Fëanaro to grunt his frustration. He cried out, though, when Glorfindel licked his way up to his groin, passing Fëanaro's throbbing need and pressing butterfly kisses along his hip-bone. Giving all his attention to the muscles that twitched beneath his lips, Glorfindel ignored the hot shaft that pressed against him, brushed his cheek, screamed a carnal plea for his attention. He smiled inwardly, complimenting Fëanaro for his restraint as the Noldo managed not to thrust forward, or moan too pitifully.

Barely standing on shaky legs, Fëanaro's closed his eyes, giving in to the sweet torment that Glorfindel put him through. Tiny beads of sweat glistened above the Noldo's brow, as he fought the overwhelming urge to take hold of that golden head and push himself deep between those lips that made him squirm and twitch in anticipation. Just the thought sheathing himself in that wet heat and having that talented tongue teasing his aching flesh caused Fëanaro to shudder and groan blissfully. It filled Glorfindel's ears also, and the blond smiled wickedly, sitting back on his heels and admiring his own work.

"Well... are we there yet?..." he inquired, teasing Fëanaro not just with his playful voice, but also with a strategically placed finger, slowly tracing the twitching vein on the underside of the Noldo's quivering arousal.

Fëanaro huffed, shaking his head. Hands fisted at his sides, he waited, refusing to plead for his pleasure and release. He studied the blond's beautiful face, the enticing gleam in those incredible eyes and the perfect curve of full, moist lips. His gaze fell on Glorfindel's hand, and Fëanaro watched the Elda's fingers curling around his rigid length, slowly traveling up to massage the tip and coat it with the drops of pearly fluid that announced Fëanaro's ever increasing need.

"Are you satisfied?" the older Elf growled.

"I might be..." Glorfindel answered in the same, teasing manner.

"Then I might just pin you to the floor and ram into you until you go out of your mind," Fëanaro replied, stepping forward and hovering above the blond's amused face.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" the blond smirked.

"So would you, Glorfindel, so would you... Now, will you shut up and take me, or must I shove myself down your throat?" Fëanaro asked, his fingers already tangled in the smooth, golden mane.

Glorfindel pretended to ponder on it, causing Fëanaro's eyes to grow wide with frustration. It gave the blond enough time to sneak a hand between the other Elf's legs and to begin massaging the soft sack beneath the Noldo's arousal. His other hand moved up and down slowly, sliding over silky skin and registering every spasm, every twitch.

Fëanaro shuddered, momentarily overwhelmed by the assault. He thrust forward, set aflame by the blond's deliberate touches.

"Are you ready to plead for it?" Glorfindel asked, after a few moments of silence, punctuated only by Fëanaro's panting.

"No!" the older Elf exclaimed, pulled out of the lustful haze he had been swimming in. He looked at the wicked beauty before him and glared, frustrated by so much stalling.

"Are you sure?" Glorfindel inquired, so confident that Fëanaro badly wanted to slap that smirk off his face. But all he could do was yelp, his body quivering to the rhythm of Glorfindel's massaging and stroking, when the blond picked up the pace.

"Quite... sure!" Fëanaro managed, between half moans and clenched teeth.

"Oh, well," the blond sighed dramatically. "Maybe later..." he added, and, before Fëanaro could respond, he took the dark-haired Elf's arousal deep in his mouth, sucking and teasing him furiously, without warning. The Noldo screamed over and over again, mumbling incoherent words, stunned by the speed and intensity of his nearing climax. It was music to Glorfindel's ears and he loved knowing his proud, unyielding companion at his absolute mercy. It caused his own, neglected erection to press against its confines.That minute friction against the fabric of his leggings made Glorfindel moan, vibrating around the hot shaft between his lips.

"Glor...fin...del!" Fëanaro hissed.

"Mmmmmhmmmm?" the blond hummed again, making Fëanaro groan louder than before. His left hand continued to stroke, matching the caresses his lips and tongue delivered, while Glorfindel's other hand quickly traveled to his own arousal, freeing it and beginning to pleasure himself.

Feeling the blond's movement, Fëanaro opened his eyes and grinned wildly at the sight before him.

"Glorfindel?"

"Mmmm?" the blond answered, never releasing the pulsing column of flesh or ceasing the delicious touch of moist lips and wet tongue.

"Pleasure yourself and let me ride your sweet mouth." the dark-haired Elf replied, his deep voice filled with lust and invitation.

"Mmmm..." the blond managed, closing his eyes briefly and increasing the pace on his own straining arousal.

"You know you want to..." Fëanaro added, but there was nothing wicked in his genuine smile.

"Mmmmhmm..." Glorfindel answered with a tiny nod.

For a few moments, Fëanaro remained still, half sheathed in the exquisite heat of the blond's mouth, while Glorfindel used both his hands to pleasure himself freely. When the golden-haired Elf began to moan and purr, quickly losing himself to the tension that pooled in his loins, Fëanaro bit his lip, terribly aroused by the intoxicating picture the wanton blond presented. His fingers found the delicate tips of Gorfindel's ears once more and he began teasing them, adding to the kneeling Elf's pleasure. Holding the golden-head as steady as he could, Fëanaro rocked back and forth, slowly at first, as Glorfindel met him with muffled moans and quick flicks of his tongue. When the blond shuddered and his eyes closed in rapture, Fëanaro drove himself deeper, finding it increasingly harder not to lose himself completely.

Both Elves filled the room with the enticing sounds of their lovemaking, racing for release faster and faster. Each time Glorfindel moaned, Fëanaro cried out in response as his length was encased in that unbearable, vibrating heat. The blond took him deep, driving him over th edge even as he shook and struggled for breath, his climax overcoming him with blinding speed. Glorfindel continued to stroke himself hard, his fingers slick with the creamy essence of his release. He whimpered, barely able to breathe, each time the hot flesh in his mouth hit the back of his throat. But he took Fëanaro and he reveled in the hoarse cries that spilled from the Noldo's lips, even as his climax filled Glorfindel's mouth with his unique taste.

When he could no longer support himself on his unsteady legs, Fëanaro lowered himself next to his sated lover, reluctant to slip out of the the delicious warmth. He looked at Glorfindel disheveled appearance, at the wild gaze in his dark-blue eyes, at the heaving muscular chest, covered by a fine sheen of perspiration. He leaned closer and licked Glorfindel's swollen lips, pulling the blond in a loose embrace.

"You should see yourself now. You look good on your knees, Gloden Flower, these lips of yours bruised and swollen... so eager to pleasure me..." the dark-haired Elf teased.

"Almost makes me grow hard again." Glorfindel countered, too satisfied to acknowledge the sting of Fëanaro's words.

"What do you know... it makes ME grow hard again! But this time, I want your legs wrapped around me and your hands clutching the bedding." Fëanaro said, smoothing the blond's unruly hair and enjoying the way Glorfindel had melted against him in the embrace.

"What you want! It's always about what YOU want..." Glorfindel protested weakly.

"Only because I know you want it too," the dark-haired Elf replied. "Besides, you won't be complaining when Erestor will join us and we will both be pleasuring you."

"Oh, no!... " Glorfindel breathed against the smooth skin of of Fëanaro's neck. But his body already tingled with anticipation.