Something Special, Something Sacred

Imladris, Third Age 2034

Erestor stood in the center of the playroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He shivered slightly, fighting the urge to cover his nude body. He knew his cheeks were flushed, though if it was in fear, anticipation or both, he couldn't say. The Noldo tried to calm his racing heart, tried to ease his chaotic thoughts, but when he heard the door to the outer chamber close, all attempts to remain collected fled him.

Elrond had come to him the previous week. He told Erestor of Glorfindel's lessons, his progress, and what the Elda needed of him now. Erestor had protested at first, but Elrond calmed his fears and soothed his worries, and Erestor had agreed.

Now, he looked to the playroom door where Glorfindel stood tall and proud. The sparkle in the azure eyes made Erestor realize the Elf he gazed at was not the same Elf he had left half-dead on the bed months ago. He was still golden, still pale, and still as beautiful as the first day Erestor had laid eyes upon him, but there was more. The shadows that had once haunted those sapphire depths were gone, swept away and replaced with confidence and peace.

Under that watchful gaze, Erestor felt himself harden, but again fought the need to cover himself. "Glorfindel," he said softly.

The Elda walked further into the room, closing the door behind him. "Erestor." Glorfindel slowly stripped off his tunic and shirt, revealing the twin piercings and the broad, well formed chest Erestor had spent years admiring before he was able to touch it. "Are you sure you agree to this?" Glorfindel asked, tying his hair back with a thong.

Erestor had already braided and pinned up his own dark locks, and he nodded. "I am certain."

Glorfindel closed the space between them and cupped Erestor's cheek tenderly. "Do you think this will change anything, melethen?" (my love)

"I want you in my life," Erestor choked out. The Elda nodded and pulled a leather collar from his waistband. Erestor's eyes widened when he saw the Age-old strip of leather, his seal emblazoned on the center. "My collar."

"Aye. One last time, Erestor?" he asked, holding the collar by both end. Erestor nodded, lifting his chin and exposing his bare throat.

The cool strap was securely placed around his neck, and Erestor closed his eyes for a moment. It was hard; to be Tumbo again was something he had not been called upon to be for almost an Age. He let out a long breath and opened his eyes again, averting his eyes obediently.

"Walk to the wall," Glorfindel ordered and Erestor knew immediately which wall he was referring to. With his back straight and his hands at his sides, Erestor walked to where the shackles hung from the stone wall. "Arms up." He was quickly shackled to the wall, and his need to demand Glorfindel release him welled up again. Could he truly submit to one who had been bent on dying?

He quelled the urges, Elrond's words coming back to him. He loved Glorfindel. Glorfindel loved him. He had to trust him.

His mind had wandered and he did not know where Glorfindel stood in the room. He hissed when cool, slippery fingers pressed between the cleft of his backside. Elrond had been the only one to touch him so intimately and he clenched his muscles. He was rewarded with a solid smack to his buttock. Erestor relaxed, allowing the two fingers to penetrate him.

"What is this just above the cleft of your backside, Erestor?" Glorfindel asked, his voice calm and even.

Erestor knew what Glorfindel saw. "Elrond's mark," he ground out as those fingers quested inside his passage.

"Why have you never shown it to me?" Deeper into his passage they went.

"I did not want..."

Glorfindel's hand stilled. "Did not want what?"

Erestor swallowed hard. "I did not want to be vulnerable."

"How would sharing this with me make you vulnerable?"

"I had to be in control."

"Again I ask, how would sharing this with me change that?" Glorfindel's fingers again moved within him, and Erestor could not stifle his moan of pleasure.

Panting, Erestor tried to answer his lover. "To present myself to you for you to have seen the mark would have meant you were taking me."

"I see," Glorfindel said. "And now, would you deny me the opportunity to take you? To possess you as you have so often possessed me?" the Elda asked, his hot breath moist on Erestor's ear.

Erestor knew the expected response. Glorfindel thought Erestor would say no, would deny him that pleasure still. "No, Sir," he said softly. "I am yours."

The fingers disappeared, and Erestor felt empty. Glorfindel's soft chuckle unnerved the Noldo, and he tried not to turn his head, to seek out the golden Elf. Fingers again touched his backside, but instead of thrusting into him, the spread his globes, exposing him to Glorfindel's gaze. Erestor felt his cheeks flush, but the shame was soon cast aside. He cried out as a thick, hard shaft pierced him. He knew it was not Glorfindel's cock that took him in such a harsh manner, but one of the many phalluses kept in the wardrobe. There was a large part of himself that ached that the first time he was penetrated by such an instrument, it was not Glorfindel himself, but a cold, leather-covered shaft.

"What does it stand for?" Glorfindel asked casually, and Erestor whimpered as the phallus was seated deep inside him.

"It is the symbol of his house," Erestor answered, tears stinging his eyes. This was so hard! Glorfindel's touch left him, but his opening throbbed around the large, foreign object.

"How did he do it?" The voice was farther away from him now.

"With a hollow needle." Erestor arched away from the sudden lash of a flogger, and he tried to focus on the words coming from Glorfindel.

"Why?"

The strikes were stronger now, stinging the flesh of his back and buttocks. Glorfindel was adept with the flogger, careful to not strike too strongly on his back, but able to create a steady pained heat on his backside. "I was his, and when he let me go to be my own master, he marked me," Erestor managed, though the lashes came more frequently.

"I see. Have you ever allowed another to take you?"

Erestor wanted to snap at Glorfindel, tell him that such questions were not meant for the playroom, but it was no longer his place. No, he was Glorfindel's Tumbo, and as such, he was required to do as Glorfindel demanded. "Three, Sir," Erestor replied, hissing when his thighs were struck fiercely.

"Who?" Glorfindel asked, his voice rough to Erestor's ears as he was hit again and again.

"Elrond." Erestor was not sure he could tell Glorfindel the others; he felt tainted and dirty, telling him of those who had tasted what he hadn't. Erestor's body was beginning to truly ache, and his buttocks burned with each new lash and his passage began to feel overly filled, as if he would be split by the phallus.

"Tell me!" Glorfindel bit out.

Erestor closed his eyes, the faces of his previous lovers coming to him as they left his lips. "Celeborn before Elrond and Celebrimbor before Celeborn."

Glorfindel struck out at him without pause. "All warriors. All nobles. All heroes of our people. Why them and not me, Erestor? I am a warrior. I am a *prince*. I am a hero of our people. Why them, Erestor?"

"I do not know!" Erestor sobbed as he was beaten, though his arousal had not abated under the inquiry.

The whipping stopped and Glorfindel's fingers grasped his chin, forcing him to look into those tormented blue eyes. "Why them, Erestor?" he demanded in a low, dangerous voice. "Did you love them as you do not love me?"

Erestor shook his head as best he could. "Nay, Sir," he said, remembering his place in this room. "I love you so much more; you own my heart, Sir, they do not."

"Then *why*?"

The Noldo's dark eyes met the Elda's light ones as he spoke. "I could not bring myself to bow before you. I could not be weak before the great Glorfindel of Gondolin," he whispered brokenly.

Glorfindel nodded slightly, the anger in his eyes dying quickly. "I do not want to master you to punish you, Erestor, no more than I want to be mastered for the sake of punishment any longer. I want you to master me because it brings us joy and pleasure, not because it is a duty set before us. No more battle of wills, melethen, no more secrets or silence between us," Glorfindel said, reaching around Erestor's waist, slipping along the searing heat of Erestor's abused buttocks. "I am yours, but you must be certain you wish to be mine." Glorfindel pressed on that thick phallus and Erestor's eyes rolled up into his head, and his cock throbbed as the shaft shifted inside him. "I want to take you, Erestor, but not as your master. As your lover."

"Yes," Erestor breathed. "Please."

Erestor was not certain how they made it to their bed, but they did. The phallus left him aching for fulfillment, and he eagerly stripped Glorfindel of his boots and leggings. Still bearing his collar proudly, Erestor knelt on the floor at Glorfindel's feet, leaning in to lap at Glorfindel's tight sac. He would pleasure Glorfindel until the Elda burned to take him, and Erestor reveled in the small amount of control this offered him.

He drew Glorfindel deep into his throat, the scent and feel of the Elda welcoming him home. Erestor moved along that shaft while he stroked and cupped Glorfindel's pouch, his lover's moans and soft cries as beautiful to Erestor's ears as Lindir's composed music. He whimpered when Glorfindel forced him away from his cock, and he looked up at the golden Elf with a sigh of annoyance. Erestor had wanted to taste Glorfindel's seed, wanted to dip his fingers in the milky fluids and smear them over his flesh. He wanted to smell of Glorfindel, be marked as *his*, as Glorfindel's -- he wanted to be Elrond's no more.

Glorfindel climbed onto the bed and pulled Erestor with him. As the kneeled in front of one another on the cool sheets, Glorfindel reached behind Erestor's neck and unclasped the collar. "No masters, Erestor," he said quietly as he also unpinned Erestor's hair. The think, raven locks fell heavy around his shoulders, coming to rest well below his buttocks. "I love you, gûren vôr," he said as he leaned in to capture Erestor's lips. (my dark heart)

Erestor opened to Glorfindel's insistent probing, allowing the Elda's tongue to slip into his mouth. He moaned, trembling in Glorfindel's arms as Glorfindel bore him down onto the bed. The warrior's body was supple and hard as he spread himself over Erestor's more slender body, and Erestor cried out when their heated members came into contact. Glorfindel hungrily swallowed those needful sounds, and Erestor thrust his hips up against Glorfindel wantonly.

"You are eager," Glorfindel chuckled, nipping at Erestor's bruised lips.

"Do not make me wait any longer, Glorfindel, please," Erestor begged, spreading his thighs so that Glorfindel could settle between them. "I need you, glauren." (my golden light)

Glorfindel reached out to the drawer in the table beside the bed, blindly groping for the phial of oil Erestor always kept there. Soon, the scent of jasmine permeated the room and Erestor listened to the sound of Glorfindel coating himself with the oil. The Noldo refused to let his thoughts dwell on any one emotion for long as he drew his legs up, offering himself completely to his lover for the first time in their relationship.

"I want you to look at me," Glorfindel said as he moved atop Erestor. The Noldo nodded, afraid his voice would betray the fear that gripped his heart.

As Glorfindel pressed into his body, their eyes remained locked together. Erestor bit his lip as the blond thrust fluidly into him, the phallus having helped to prepare his passage for Glorfindel's ample length. He wrapped his legs around Glorfindel's waist when the Elda was fully sheathed inside him, his eyes still held by that dark blue gaze.

They were silent as they began to move, their eyes unblinking and their hearts beating in time with one another. Glorfindel would plant butterfly light kisses along Erestor's cheeks, brow and lips as he withdrew and impaled Erestor again and again. Their silence was short lived, though, as their tempo gained momentum. Erestor soon thrust back as Glorfindel moved forward, drawing the Elda deeper into his passage.

Erestor lips began to move as Glorfindel's pants rose in volume. He whispered words of love, of need and of heartbreak to his lover, promises of forever and of trust, and his eyes filled with tears of relief when Glorfindel replied with his own vows and declarations. They kissed and touched, slowing their bodies when the end came too near. The two Elves were lost to themselves, lost in themselves, and neither wanted to wake from whatever dream they were caught in.

His hands clenched and bunched the sheets as Glorfindel drove into him and he wept openly, their kisses becoming salty sweet. Finally, Glorfindel took one of Erestor's hands in his and brought it to Erestor's weeping length. "Touch yourself; come with me, Erestor," Glorfindel said hotly against Erestor's ear.

Erestor knew he would not last long as he stroked his flesh firmly, his vision blurry as he sought out Glorfindel's eyes again. "You will come back?" Erestor gasped, his body quivering on the edge of release.

"You will not send me away?"

"Never!" Erestor reached up with his free hand and brought their lips together in a desperate, brutal kiss as he spent himself over his hand. The kiss continued through the moans and whimpers, and the pleasure Erestor experienced was heightened as his body spasmed around the thick column of flesh inside him.

Glorfindel arched his back, driving his cock deep into Erestor as he orgasm quaked through his body. After the initial release of his seed, Glorfindel moved in shallow, swift thrusts, raking his teeth over Erestor's swollen lips, drawing out his own climax as long as his tired body would allow.

*****

The morning light kissed the golden Elf's body, and Glorfindel opened his eyes. He smiled and reached beside him, wanting to draw Erestor's warmth closer to his body. Instead, his hand touched cold, empty mattress. He sat up, his eyes darting around the chamber. He had not imagine their session or the lovemaking that followed... had Erestor changed his mind and returned to the twins' bed?

He fought the tears that threatened to spill. Glorfindel knew that the session, the words and their need could have driven Erestor to give into the moment, but he wished the Noldo would have said something before leaving him... again.

"Glorfindel?" The blond looked up at Erestor's robe-clad form standing in the doorway of the bedchamber. The dark Elf's brow was furrowed in worry and he put the tray laden with sweet breads, fruits, fragrant teas and juices aside and took Glorfindel's hands into his. "Are you not well, melethen?" he asked, brushing back a golden lock. (my love)

Glorfindel let one sob escape him as he flung his arms around Erestor's neck. "I thought you had left me again," he confided in a hoarse voice thickened with his unshed tears.

Erestor's return embrace held just as much passion and need as Glorfindel's. "Never," he whispered, inhaling the floral scent of the Elda's hair. "Never again, Glorfindel."

TBC...