Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 27/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Warnings: mpreg, d/s,
Disclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing with them and will give them back afterwards.

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Just outside the room, Glorfindel leaned against the wall, smirking as he thought of how Legolas looked like right now. It was hard to stay away from him, but it might just be worth it to make the little Sindar wait until anticipation, arousal and despair had built up within him. It would make it even sweeter to take him then... and until then, he had the knowlegde of the humiliation he had forced on the princeling to content himself with.

Ahh... what Legolas would think about right now! Glorfindel almost hoped that a servant would pass his way so that he could send him into the room to fetch a book for him. Or perhaps Elrond would like another look at the youth... Glorfindel did not care as long as they did not touch Legolas. He simply wanted to make the Sindar aware of his position, and it did not really matter who saw him, as long as Legolas was aware that he was no longer alone.

At the end of the corridor, a figure appeared who quickly and with a kind of cold, aloof grace walked down the hallway until he stopped in front of Glorfindel, a not entirely friendly smile on his lips. He raised one eyebrow in a gesture of distrustful surprise. "Glorfindel," he stated without emotion.

"Erestor," Glorfindel answered in a voice equally emotionless, although there was a semblance of laughter in his eyes.

Erestor pressed his lips tightly together, signaling his iritation at meeting the other elf here without actually putting it in words which only served to heighten Glorfindel's amusement.

"Is there anything in particular you are doing here right now? Or has your little Sindar plaything proved so boring that you now spend your time lurking in the corridors?"

Glorfindel laughed, loud enough that he knew that Legolas would be able to hear the melodious sound in the room and wonder who was outside. "That shouldn't be any of your concern, Erestor, even if it were true... but surely you haven't come here to discuss the merits of keeping a young princeling for entertainment with me?"

Erestor snorted, disgust visible in his eyes. "Of course not. There are far more important things which claim my time -- although you of course seem to be of a different opinion. But no, I came here because I need a book -- I hope you don't mind if I end our little conversation here? *Some* people are trying to actually get their work done instead of just lazing aro"
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"Oh, go ahead, I would not dare to keep you from your work..." With a mocking little bow, Glorfindel stepped back and followed Erestor with his eyes as the other elf opened the door. Any moment now...

Yes. Erestor gasped and jumped back as if somebody had hit him, and Glorfindel allowed the satisfied smirk to resurface on his lips. Outrage which quickly morphed into rage was featured on Erestor's face, and Glorfindel simply smiled at him with open arrogance and mockery. "Oh, yes..." he sighed, "I forgot to tell you that I was in the process of playing with my little prince... but please, just go ahead and get your book, I promise you he will not hinder you."

"You... you filthy little..."

"Now, Erestor," Glorfindel chided, "that really is no way to talk for someone who should serve as an example to the rest of the populace!"

"Well, look who's talking!" Erestor hissed back. "You disgust me! Can't you play your dirty games in your rooms? Do you have to involve the rest of us? But then, that is what you want, isn't it? To always be the center of attention? Can you not understand that there are those of us who do not *want* to see these things and who also do not think that you are what the world revolves around?"

Glorfindel snorted and shook his head. "That was a nice try, Erestor, but we both know that this is not about me... this is about you and your non-existent heart. I don't know what is wrong with you, but everybody here knows that you are unable to even feel the slightest bit of affection for anybody! Who was it that made Elrohir run, huh? Was even Elrond's own son not enough to melt that ice you call your heart?"

Erestor was furious. He was trembling with rage, all blood seemed to have fled his face and the heat and anger which darkened his eyes until they seemed almost black would have been enough to make any man turn around and flee for fear of his life. Not so Glorfindel. The golden-haired elf held his ground, giving Erestor the same arrogant and self-satisfied smirk which he knew the advisor hated so much, and finally, Erestor simply tunred around and left, although the stiffness with which he held himself betrayed the emotions burning inside him.

Glorfindel allowed himself a moment to enjoy his victory. Leaning back against the wall once more, he smiled as he thought about what the advisor must have seen. His little Legolas bent over the table, naked and filled with the beads, his skin gleaming with sweat while his muscles were trembling with rage and fear. Beautiful, delicious helplessness and the intoxication of submission... Glorfindel knew what he would have done in Erestor's place. But then, it was good that the other elf had decided to leave, because otherwise Glorfindel would have had to kill him and that would probably have made living here a little complicated.

No, it was a good thing that Erestor was gone and that Glorfindel now had Legolas all to himself. Still smiling, the Noldo once again entered the room to find Legolas exactly the way he had left him, although he seemed to be trembling even harder if that was possible. A shudder ran through him when he heard the sounds which told him that he was no longer alone, but true to Glorfindel's order he did not move.

Glorfindel waited for some long minutes. He knew exactly what this was doing to Legolas, saw it in the way the youth's breathing sped up and his body flushed even more.

"Glorfindel?" Legolas finally had to ask. His voice was soft, rough with tears and and so full of despair that Glorfindel felt the lust run hot like lightning through his body. He could not wait a second longer, although he would have liked to keep Legolas unsure about his identity for some more minutes, but the youth was simply too delectable to resist.

He quickly came up behind Legolas, one hand on his neck to keep him down, the other caressing the taut little buttocks, his fingers dipping into the crease to cause little, breathless gasps. "Yes, I am back," Glorfindel purred into his ear, "and I see that you have been good and obedient. I think you have earned yourself a reward."

Legolas moaned at his words, a soft, trembling moanch cch changed into loud gasping when Glorfindel began to tug at the string and the first of the little balls left the youth's body. His body arching, Legolas tried to find something to move against, anything as long as it provided friction for his painfully swollen member, but as one of Glorfindel's hands was still pressing him down he was unable to move enough to relieve that sweet, burning ache between his legs. Glorfindel continued to pull the balls out, one after the other, and every time Legolas' moans grew louder, more desperate, unil he was at last sobbing Glorfindel's name and writhing on the table, so far gone in the mixture of pleasure and painful need that he would have done anything Glorfindel asked of him, no matter how humiliating. But all the Noldo did right now was to keep pulling at the string, and finally Legolas shuddered and choked on a cry while the last of the balls left his body.

"Very good, little one..." Glorfindel whispered into his ear while his fingers worked on the laces of his leggings, finally stripping them away so that he could press the hot flesh of his erection against the sweet curve of Legolas' buttocks. The youth did not react, all he could do right now was to wait for his frantically beating heart to calm down while the last faint tremors of pleasure shook his exhausted body.

"Now just relax and let me enjoy you..." With one hard thrust Glorfindel impaled Legolas fully on his hard shaft, groaning in appreciation of the heat and the hotness which gripped him. Legolas gave a small whimper, then resigned himself to his fate, lying on the desk without movement while Glorfindel kept thrusting into him hard and deep. It was not as bad as some of the other times -- right now, Legolas was glad that he had been made to keep himself prepared for this since he was feeling none of the pain he had experienced at some other times.

"Yes, let me use you like you are supposed to be used, little Sindar whore," Glorfindel gasped into his ear, then started to lick at its tip which caused more trembling to shake Legolas' body. "Yes, that's it, just surrender. Give yourself to me. Make me spill myself into your sweet body! You know this is what you want..."

Legolas was crying silently. His body shook with the strength Glorfindel used to force himself even deeper inside him, and although he was still relaxed from the pleasure Glorfindel had allowed him only moments ago, he felt none of the usual lust, only exhaustion. But he did what Glorfindel wanted, he did not move, did not protest, he simply tried to relax and accept Glorfindel's mastery over his body. It did not take long until he felt the erection inside him pulsate and fill him with Glorfindel's hot essence at the same time as teeth sunk hard into his shoulder, and he sighed then and closed his eyes, waiting for the trembling to stop.

A soft kiss to the nape of his neck was his reward for pleasing Glorfindel, that and the arms coming around him to hold him close to Glorfindel's chest for a moment, until the Noldo withdrew from his body to first dress himself and then tug Legolas' robe back down with gentle hands.
"You please me, roch-neth," he said softly and raised a hand to tenderly caress Legolas' face. "If you could just remember that surrendering to me does not mean pain or shame... but I have lots of time to show you, and one day you will learn to accept this. Now come, our son will surely wake very soon, and he will be hungry then."
Legolas bowed his head so that his hair partly hid the expression on his face, but when Glorfindel wrapped an arm around his waist, he leaned against him with an almost soundless sigh and then slowly followed him back to their rooms.

tbc...

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roch-neth = colt
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