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Special Warning: Graphic Slash, Twincest, Het Sex.
Cast: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/OCF/Elrohir
Timeline: Future AU, R(eturn)+27

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The cure for anything is salt water -
sweat, tears or the sea.
~Isak Dinesen

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Wrapped in reverie, two perfect bodies lay locked together in an inte eme embrace, so comfortable and secure, their eyes only open a sliver. Front to back they nestled, creamy skin and dark air on white satin sheets.

The one behind roused, his storm grey eyes opened slowly to gaze at the elf in his arms. He nuzzled the neck of the still resting elf, breathing in the smell of his hair. His member stirred, pressing gently at the buttocks of the elf before him.

A smile graced Elrohir's lips. Without opening his eyes, he turned his head and shoulders to the elf behind him, wrapping an arm around Elladan's neck. He was greeted with a sweet, deep kiss; lips meeting, tongues twisting.

As Elladan stroked Elrohir's thigh, Elrohir flexed his knee, opening himself to Elladan, who reached down to stroke his brothers' tight opening.

Elrohir moaned, breaking the kiss. Elladan nipped and kissed Elrohir's shoulder, then pressed his fingers gently into him. Elrohir arched his back, pushed his hips back against Elladan's attention. Elrohir squeezed his growing hardness, then moved his fist on his arousal.

Elladan raised his head from his brothers' shoulder and captured his lips again. His hand moved to his own erection, gently pressing it against Elrohir. He entered slowly, the head of his erection slid suddenly past the tight rings of muscle into the hot bliss beyond. Elrohir whimpered into Elladan's mouth, a split second of pain followed by a seeming eternity of intense pleasure.

They kissed passionately as Elladan thrust into his brother, and Elrohir stroked himself. As they neared completion ther,her, their pace quickened. A simultaneous cry of joy sang out from identical throats...

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I woke up in the near-dark, my sheets tangled around my legs. I was breathing hard and sweating; that was one hell of a dream. After a few minutes, I gave up trying to go back to sleep and reached between my legs tnishnish what the dream had started.

Then I lay in the predawn gloom just breathing, trying to clear my mind, think of nothing.

Jake noticed that I was awake and laid his chin on the edge of the bed, lng ang at me hopefully. The sky outside the window had just a hint of color. I resigned myself to consciousness and untangled myself from the sheets. I shuffled to the bathroom to splash water on my face and do my business. Then I returned to the bedroom to find something to put on.

Jake was doing a little dance trying to get my attention. "Just a sec," I mumbled in his direction. I grabbed my bathrobe and tied it on the way to the front door. I let Jake out and followed to sit on the top step, the stars were fading fast in the growing light. I remembered back to a dawn when I'd woken up in the arms of the Twins. I glanced at the swing remembering the last time they'd surprised me. Then I thought of the dream I'd just had.

Jake put his muzzle in my hands and me me a little lick. I blinked at him and shook my head. I was never going to be able to concentrate if I didn't get this out of my system.

Jake followed me inside where I brushed my teeth, combed my hair and twisted it into a ponytail. I then changed into something appropriate to run in. Jake knew what was up as soon as he saw me tying my sneakers. He knew that the shoes meant a run, and a run meant a play at the beach. He was so easily amused.

It wasn't but but the sky was brightening fast. I wanted to get there in time for the sunrise, to do a little cleansing meditation. I often had trouble meditating, my brain wanted to go in too many directions at once. The beauty of life on an island was that no matter what direction you go, the ocean is always near.

I did a few compulsory stretches while Jake bounded in circles around me. "OK, let's go." I started slowly since I hadn't taken the time to warm up properly.

I found a comfortable stride and breathe rhythm. Watching my path and controlling my feet kept half of my brain occupied. Unfortunately, that left the other half free to roam, to travel back to my dream...

The morning had dawned cool, but my skin was burning. Jake ran beside me until we reached the edge of the sand. I paused to kick off my shoes and yank off my socks, then ran into the surf after him. He splashed about a bit, chasing foam and seabirds, and things that only he could see. I waded out far enough in the crystal blue water to submerge and ducked myself, then waded back to shore. I felt a little better, cooler anyway.

I climbed the beach to the rocks and sat to watch the sun rise over the water. The sky was every color the Gods could imagine. I crossed my legs and rested my hands on my knees.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I imagined myself connected to the roots of the earth and the pillars of the sky and let Arda's energy flow through me. I concentrated on my breathing, taking deep cleansing breaths, releasing my tension. I was starting to feel pretty good; relaxed, at peace, balanced. I heard the waves breaking gently on the sand and the birds calling. I smelled the salt in the water. I felt the breeze drying the seawater on my skin, making it tingle, and the sun on my face, creating a red glow on the insides of my eyelids. That red suffused my being, energizing me. I was aware of every cell in my body.

And suddenly an impression from my dream snuck past my defenses into my mind. My head swam as I brought myself out of my trance somewhat faster than I probably should have. I had a difficult time admitting to myself just how erotic I found the image of the Twins together, but my body was responding to it again.

I stood as quickly as my equilibrium would allow and called to Jake, who was rolling in something I hoped wasn't dead. I brushed the sand off my feet and put my shoes and socks back on. "Time to go home, buddy." I bounced on the balls of my feet a few times to get the circulation going again and we headed home. I was starving. Hopefully, my grumbling stomach would keep my mind off things I'd rather not ponder right now.

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We got to the yard and Jake sprinted for the porch, unusually excited to be home. His tail wagged him as I opened the door and he charged in.

Sitting side by side on my couch, smiling those oh so charming, shit-eating-grins, were Elladan and Elrohir.

I stood quite dumbstruck. I'd not seen them but in the cool light of Ithil and in the pale dawn, in the full bright light of Anor they were utterly breathtaking. "You two are going to be the death of me! Could you ever show up and maybe not scare the crap out of me?" My heart beat faster than when I had been running, adrenaline thinning my blood.

They rose, "Mae govannen a aur maer [Greetings and good morning]. We are happy to see you too," Elrohir grinned.

I had another lightning flash of remembrance from my dream, and suddenly was finding it difficult to look them in the eye. They seemed to find this amusing.

I held up my hands, "Can't be sociable right now; need a shower. Make yourselves at home," which they obviously already had.

I headed for the bathroom, prepared to take the fastest shower of my life. I dropped my clothes and was under the water before it had warmed up. I lathered my hair and started on my skin. Feet first, working my way back up, then I rinsed my hair and lathered it again. I heard Jake's toenails on the linoleum. "Rude Dog!" I hollered at him. He had this terrible habit of opening any door that was between us if it wasn't locked, and he was pretty damn clever about it too, sometimes I never figured out how he did it.

One of his other many bad habits, no matter how much fresh water was in his dish, he always snuck a drink from the toilet if he could. I finished rinsing my hair for teconecond time and looked up to see if he was just checking on me or if I'd forgotten to close the lid. I should've gotten a cat. At least he doesn't bring me dead things, just rolls in 'em.

I couldn't see Jake through the frosted shower door, but what I did see made me drop my loofa.

Two naked, indistinct forms stood in my minuscule bathroom. One of them reached for the shower door and I plastered myself into the corner of the stall. They stepped in with the most unbelievable grace imaginable, and flashed me those disarming grins again.

They slid the door closed behind them and one took my hands, pulling me out of the corner and back under the fall of water, facing the back of the stall. The warm water pasted their loose hair against their shoulders and down their backs. Drops hung from their unnaturally long eyelashes and streamed down their cheeks. Rivulets ran over their chests and down their stomachs to disappear into the curls surrounding their growing erections.

It was quite crowded in the shower; we seemed to be touching everywhere. Their flawless ivory skin and long, dark hair contrasted sharply with my tanned skin and short, sueacheached hair.

The elf in front of me pulled me to him, his soft lips open, his tongue caressing mine. Elrohir. His kisses were as different from Elladan's as day from night.

Elladan's hands ran up and down my back, then around my sides and between my body and Elrohir's to caress my breasts. He ground his arousal again my ass. Another flash of memory like a stroke of lightning hit me, making me stiffen and nearly loose my balance. I vowed to be eternally grateful for the little fishies stuck to the bottom of the tub. Both sets of arms steadied me, holding me tightly between them.

They loosened their grip and Elrohir slid his hands down to my ass. He bent his knees and with a quick jerk lifted me off my feet. He was stronger than he looked, and he looked pretty damn strong. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Elladan pressed against my back again, helping his brother balance.

"We will not drop you, sweeting," Ella's s's smooth tenor breezed into my ear. It surprised me a little, he usually let Elrohir do the talking. If only he knew what I was really thinking. But then again, maybe he did.

He steadied Elrohir and me, his stiff shaft against my behind. He began to rub it against me, and I didn't have to wonder for long what he had in mind. His fingers began to explore my other opening, and Elrohir did his best to distract me from his brother's intentions, kissing me breathless, nipping my neck and nibbling my ears.

I really didn't think that this was something I was game for. Elladan must have sensed my reluctance because he spoke again, "I will stop if you like, but I can make it pleasurable for us all if you will let me." That was the most words in a row I had ever heard him speak.

Elrohir nuzzled my ear, "Please let him, I want to see the joy in both your eyes. We will stop if you change your mind." I found it difficult to deny them anything. I think I nodded a little, but they'd have known my assent even if I hadn't.

Elladan's fingers became more invasive. It stung a little, but he was careful, with a gentleness I was surprised at, that I'd only witnessed in a dream. He was usually so forceful, not rough by any measure, but not as tender as Elrohir. He gently slid one long finger in and out of me until I was acustomed to both the sensation and size, then added another wet digit, preng mng me for his considerable member.

He removed his fingers and pressed his length against me. The water cascading over us eased his entry, but it still hurt a little. I whimpered and writhed in their embrace. The Twins leaned together, effectively pinning me helpless between them, at the same time keeping us all balanced.

"Shhh, be still. You must relax," Elladan whispered, "or it will hurt us both. Would you like us to stop?"

I shook my head. "No," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and pressed his lips to my ear.

I nodded. I did my best to consciously relax: concentrating on the warm water falling on my head and the sounds of their breathing. I leaned my head forward onto Elrohir's shoulder.

Elladan pulled back slightly, pushed forward, and then was still. It was still uncomfortable, but far less so. Elrohir shifted, pressed himself deeply into me even as Elladan pulled back again. They found a rhythm as Elrohir covered my mouth with his and Elladan pressed wet kisses on my shoulders.

They supported me with hands on my ass and thighs, thrusting together; I was transported by sensation

Being impaled by both elves, Elrohir's pelvic bone rubbing against my clit and Elladan doing to me something that was beyond my somewhat limited experience, was incredibly erotic. That combined with the images from my dream swirling in my head, and it wasn't long before I felt the familiar pressure building towards climax. I tipped my head back, eyes closed, water falling onto my face. Elladan buried his lips against my neck, giving me a little nip, just hard enough to leave a small mark.

"Look at me," Elrohir gasped, himself close to fulfillment.

I don't know which one of us he meant, but we both obeyed. In the span of a heartbeat, Elrohir climaxed, never tearing hies fes from ours. When I was with them I became hyper-aware of my own sensation, and I could feel him throb inside of me. I came, a squeezing, rippling rush of pleasure that made my vision waver. Elladan followed closely, thrusting deeply inside me, but also against Elrohir.

We were still for a few moments, as if suddenly dropped back into real time. Elrohir tipped his head forward to lay on my shoulder for a moment, and Elladan kissed him softly on his wet forehead.

I lowered my feet to the floor of the shower stall and regained my footing. I reached up to kiss Elrohir, than turned around to face Elladan. I snaked my arm around his neck and drew him down to kiss his gorgeous full lips. Then I reached around behind him and turned off the rapidly cooling water.

Elladan exited the shower, holding one of my hands as I stepped out, then Elrohir followed me, holding my other hand.

Elrohir lifted towels from the bar next to the shower and handed his brother and me each one. I took it and rubbed my hair vigorously, then quickly dried the rest of myself off. I went into my bedroom to grab my previously discarded robe, even as the boys were still drying their long dark hair.

My stomach chose that moment to make its emptiness known. They looked up, their sharp Elven hearing catching the growls. I was mortified. As I went into the kitchen I called back to the Elves, "So, you guys want some breakfast?"

They put their clothes back on sat on my couch, Elrohir with his back to Elladan, who had borrowed a comb and was braiding Elrohir's hair in a single, damp plait down his back. They talked quietly in elvish, smiling and occasionally laughing.

I was afraid to make too much noise cooking, I felt like I was intruding in my own house. Not that I was getting much cooking done, that would have meant turning my back on them, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. I was stricken by their beauty and the plainness about my apartment.

They were more than just a sweet dream in the night, in the light of day they were real, solid and perfect, and sitting on my couch while I was supposed to be making them eggs.

They stayed for 3 days. When I woke up on the fourth morning, they had gone, the only evidence they had ever lain in my bed was their scent on my pillows.