Taming the Beast

The kiss was passionate but hard. It was different from all the kisses Boromir had shared with women so far, and for a moment he wondered whether it was with all men like this, or whether it was only Legolas. His lips were already hurting from the frantic pressure the elf put into this kiss. Nevertheless, or maybe because of that, it was unbelievably arousing and within only seconds Boromir felt himself hardening against his companion who was still sitting on top of him, his legs pressing against Boromir's sides to prevent him from moving away. He tried to get his tongue into Legolas' mouth, but the elf denied him access. With a moan of frustration Boromir attempted to outmanoeuvre Legolas' tongue that blocked the entrance to the enticing, warm cave of his mouth. It was a mouth Boromir wanted to enter with far other parts of his body, but he was determined to start it off with the most obvious thing, his tongue. But the harder he pushed, the more furious Legolas struggled against it, their tongues clashing violently, until Boromir finally surrendered, more or less willingly, and lost the exhausting battle for dominance of the kiss. But instead of relishing his victory and probing the human's mouth, Legolas broke from Boromir's bruised lips and crouched deeper down. Boromir sat up a bit, his weight leaning on his elbows, and watched Legolas finishing the task of opening the man's belt.

"Lie back down," Legolas said without looking up, fully concentrated on undressing the lower part of the warrior's body as quickly as possible. Boromir obeyed hesitatingly at first, but then leaned back onto the ground rapidly when he tried to imagine what Legolas would possibly do next. He didn't really feel comfortable with the idea of leaving Legolas in control, but it wouldn't turn out that bad to just be the passive one for some moments. He still could take the lead later, after Legolas had done some of the work. Boromir's whole body was aching with burning anticipation when the elf pulled the last remnants of clothes from his glowing body and released the proof of the man's excitement.

"I see you are enjoying yourself," Legolas commented, causing Boromir to sit back up again.

"Stop babbling and go on," Boromir ordered impatiently.

"What was that?" Legolas asked sharply and shifted his gaze towards the man's face. "Did I not make myself clear earlier when I said that I will be in control?"

"You did, but I'm fed up with it already!" Boromir snarled and let one hand shoot to Legolas' head, catching him off guard. He quickly grabbed a fistful of silky hair and twisted his hand, wrapping a big strand around his fingers. Legolas instinctively clutched Boromir's wrist to shrug him of, but the man didn't let go.

"Down, Legolas! Finish what you've started unless you want me to get really furious with you!"

Legolas gasped in pain when Boromir forced his head down by pulling his hair roughly, but he refused to do what Boromir wanted.

"Don't be so prissy!" Boromir demanded. "And don't even think about biting me, understand?"

"I don't fight with girlish tactics!" Legolas replied outraged, trying to wind out of Boromir's grip.

"No? But it would suit you well, my pretty thing," Boromir smirked and forced Legolas head up again, turning his hand in a way that made the elf come face to face with him.

"I'd say it's time to change the rules. I'm in control now," he added and outstretched his free hand to rip Legolas clothes open, but before he even had the chance to touch the fine fabric, an elbow was smashed into his stomach with such a force that it took his breath away. His hand lost its grip and Legolas quickly freed his hair from the man's fingers. Boromir had not even fully recovered from the shock of the blow when Legolas pressed his abdomen to the ground again, one hand flatly held against the chest to keep him down.

"This... *hurt*!" Boromir complained when he had found his breath again.

"You hurt me, too," Legolas pointed out matter-of-factly while quickly undoing the buttons of his tunic with only one hand.

"But not like this! I would never have punched you that hard!"

"No, you prefer to pull hair, right?" Legolas mocked. "Now *who* is girlish of us two?"

Feeling a sudden flash of anger, Boromir wanted to get up again in order to shut Legolas up and demonstrate to him how easy it was to treat him like a girl in every respect, but the elf didn't allow it and flung him back down again. Boromir grunted in frustration and attempted to gather all his strength to overpower his opponent, but before he even had the possibility to start his strike, Legolas bent down and crushed his lips against Boromir's, and this time he claimed the entrance he had renounced earlier.

The kiss was so intense that Boromir felt his muscles turn to mush and he couldn't help moaning into the elf's demanding mouth. His hands found Legolas' waist and he was surprised, in a positive way, that he was undressed already. He let his hands slide up the slender but muscular back first, then wander to the front and glide down again over a firm, smooth chest and stomach until the elf's erection was nestling against his open palm, hot and hard.

"I see you are enjoying yourself too," Boromir said grinning and closed his fist with a soft squeeze, drawing a tiny groan from Legolas. He even closed his eyes. Encouraged by this, Boromir continued with his ministrations, stroking the elf with long and steady movements. He wanted to hear another of those beautiful sounds that had erupted from Legolas' moist lips, but there came none, although Boromir could have sworn that the elf had become even harder from his caresses.

"How does this feel?" Boromir asked, his voice husky with craving. Legolas' eyes went open again, and Boromir had the feeling his gaze was going right through him when he looked deep into the human's eyes.

"Good," Legolas said in a low voice, "but not good enough."

Before Boromir could ask what was wrong with his handiwork, Legolas raised a hand to the man's face and touched the tip of his index finger against his bruised lips.

"Open your mouth," Legolas ordered, his voice soft and melodic like when he was amongst the company. When Boromir didn't react immediately, he gently pushed, parting the human's lips and lightly hitting against his clenched teeth.

"Come on, make it wet," Legolas urged.

"What for?" Boromir mumbled through clenched teeth, although he already had an idea about it. The problem was that he didn't like that idea very much.

"For that," Legolas replied and took his other hand from Boromir's chest to lightly run one of the fingertips down the cleft of Boromir's butt.

"No way," Boromir grumbled, teeth still clenched, and wanted to roll away from Legolas, but the Elven hand shot back to his chest and roughly forced him back into position.

"You better make it wet now!" Legolas suggested fiercely, pushing against Boromir's teeth with more pressure.

"No."

"Would you rather want me to do it dry?" Legolas asked challenging.

"*No*!" Boromir shrieked, eyes widening in panic. Legolas took the chance and quickly prodded the man's mouth with not one but two fingers.

"And don't even think about biting me, understand?" the elf added in a mocking whisper. Boromir glared at Legolas but didn't do anything to get rid of the intruding fingers. When Legolas started to move inside of the warm hollow, slowly exploring, he soon felt Boromir's moist tongue twist around his fingers in return.

"There you go," Legolas muttered and let his other hand travel from the human's broad chest deeper down to give Boromir a reward for his willingness to cooperate. He watched Boromir's eyes flutter close at the unexpected intimate touch, his head relaxing back against the forest ground. When Boromir groaned out in pleasure his hot breath wafted over Legolas' slick fingers, sending a shiver down the elf's spine. He tightened his grip and increased the speed of his effective movements, causing Boromir to suck on his fingers more forcefully in order to suppress louder moans. When the human slowly started to shiver under his caresses, his breathing fast and deep, Legolas pulled his hand back, freeing his fingers from Boromir's greedy mouth.

The man's eyes shot open alarmed, but Legolas quickly bent down to lower his lips onto him again, to make him obedient with a mind-numbing kiss. Boromir sensed another explosive groan building up in his body, but it never became audible since it got stuck in his throat when he felt one of the elf's hands sliding between his legs, going deeper down until one of his moist fingertips reached the firm barrier to the hot tightness of the human's body. Legolas teased the tensed muscle and carefully pushed, trying to get through.

"Stop, Legolas," Boromir managed to pant.

"Relax," the elf replied and brought a hand up to Boromir's head to put it on its back. But it wasn't the hand that was making its way to places that had been untouched yet. Legolas pulled Boromir's face towards his with determination and sealed his mouth with his lips, then penetrated him with one fluid move. Boromir gave a strong sound of unease that was muffled by the firm kiss, and Legolas felt not only the muscle around his finger tense up heavily, but the whole sturdy body that lay under him.

"Shhh..." Legolas whispered against Boromir's lips, forcing his finger further although there was resistance. Boromir bucked under him, lifting his pelvis and trying to wind away from Legolas' probing finger, but the elf held him tight and drove even deeper. He soon found the right spot and when he rubbed over it gently, Boromir shut his eyes tight and groaned abruptly, taken by surprise by the overwhelming feeling.

"You like that?" Legolas whispered, a smile spreading on his face. Boromir opened his eyes and shook his head determinedly, almost angrily.

"You're a terrible liar. I can see that you like it. I can hear that you like it," Legolas said in a low voice, his mouth only inches from Boromir's parted lips. "I can even smell it."

"No!" Boromir breathed out, his voice slightly shivering. Legolas roughly pushed the second slippery finger into Boromir, rubbing both fingertips over his prostate with an abrupt and harsh movement. Boromir's eyes fell close again and he couldn't suppress a loud moan that came from very deep inside of him, breaking free like an explosion.

"Are you sure you don't like it?" Legolas asked again. Boromir didn't answer but captured Legolas' lips, placing both hands at the sides of the elf's head to hold it in position, and kissed him hungrily. Legolas' fingers felt so deep, so intruding, so violating. He just had to refuse to like that... Deep, intruding, violating... It felt so good. His whole body was covered with sweat although he was hardly moving at all, his heart was pounding so heavily that he feared it would burst from his chest every second, his erection was so hard that it hurt although Legolas wasn't even touching it...

"More," he heard himself groan against the elf's hot lips. He couldn't believe he had said that, even *begged* for it, but when a third finger joined the other two, filling him, the shame was blown away and gave space for a burning, both torturing and pleasing feeling that ran deeper than anything he had ever experienced, almost causing him to scream out.

Boromir's breath got caught in his throat once more when Legolas started to move his fingers within him more intensely, twisting and spreading, drawing back a bit and shoving deep in again. Boromir clenched his teeth more forcefully, refusing to let any sounds slip that would reveal his pleasure, but despite his desperate efforts a tiny whimper fought itself free when the long fingers stretched him open mercilessly. It hurt. It hurt so sweetly...

"Breathe, Boromir," Legolas reminded him. The held breath rushed out in a shivering, audible rasp that quickly turned into a wanton sigh.

"Breathe deeply and slowly, it will help you to relax," the archer added quietly.

Boromir resisted the urge to shout at Legolas that it wasn't exactly easy to relax with three fingers up one's ass, and choked back the words when a heavy shudder washed through his body that peaked in an animalistic, deep groan. It was louder than anything that had ever erupted from Boromir's mouth while enjoying carnal pleasures and therefore gave him a bit of a scare. He had no idea what exactly Legolas had done to provoke this peculiar outbreak, but he hoped he would do it again. And so the archer did, again and again, making Boromir squirm and tremble, until Legolas decided that it was enough and he had to stop if he didn't want to catapult the human over the edge this very moment. Boromir gave a sound of protest when Legolas suddenly withdrew his fingers and lay both his hands on the man's damp hips.

"Why do you stop?" Boromir panted exhaustedly and a bit annoyed. He had been so close, so unbelievably close. Legolas obviously loved to tease and upset him, and for that he would have to pay later on, Boromir swore to himself. He would let him bleed for this.

"Because you are ready for what comes next," Legolas answered. "Turn over."