Battles

Thranduil grumbled as he looked at the game board in disbelief. This could not be! He had been so certain that he would win, and now he found that he had but two possible moves, both of which led to defeat. He sat for a long while, sipping his wine, before he reached out a hand and tipped over his king.

Elrond sat quietly studying the Mirkwood Elf while he battled the turmoil in his mind. Thranduil was very handsome, he thought, feeling a stirring of desire as his gaze swept over that finely-sculptured upper body. When Thranduil admitted defeat he merely nodded, his eyes locking with those of the other Elf when he finally did look up.

Elrond put his goblet down on the table and rose from his chair. There had been a lot of wine consumed during the game, but he still felt strangely clearheaded. He took the few steps over to where Thranduil was sitting, circled around him, and stopped when he was standing behind the Elf. He let his hand brush against the long blond hair; it was soft as silk to his touch.

Thranduil was sitting very still, his hand still on the game board, and he was holding his breath. This was not what he had planned, but he considered himself to be an Elf of honour, so he would give Elrond all that he demanded. But that did not mean that he had to enjoy it, he decided.

Thranduil let his breath out in a sigh when he felt the soft touch of fingers on his skin. His long hair was moved to one side, and then soft lips touched the curve of his neck and shoulder, followed by an enticing lick up towards his ear. Thranduil could not help but tremble and moan softly as Elrond's tongue left a wet trail over the sensitive tip of his ear.

Elrond smiled slightly at Thranduil's reluctant response. He moved his hands over the King's smooth shoulders and well-muscled chest, finding that Thranduil's nipples had already hardened. He pinched them lightly and smiled again as Thranduil drew a sharp breath.

He leaned close to Thranduil's ear. "Come, let us move this over to somewhere a little more comfortable," he whispered, and licked once more at the pointed ear. Elrond placed his hand on Thranduil's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

As Thranduil looked up at him, Elrond smiled softly. He intended to make full use of his prize, and hoped that the Mirkwood Lord would enjoy it as much as he would. Elrond walked the few steps over to the bed, and turned around, clearly waiting for Thranduil to come to him.

Thranduil got to his feet and sighed. Suddenly it felt like he had had too little to drink. He was not sure that he could go through with this, but no choice was open to him. He had made the bet, fully intending to posses the body of the Imladris Lord had he won. He could not back out of the arrangement now, simply because he was not happy with the outcome. That had been part of the thrill...

Swaying slightly, Thranduil crossed the tent and joined Elrond by the bed. "What now?" he said, trying to sound indifferent.

"Now," Elrond said, as he unlaced Thranduil's leggings. "We remove the last of our clothes..." He let his fingers work on the lacings slowly, taking his time, and several times he brushed them over the bulge that was growing there.

Thranduil swallowed and tried to control his emotions; he was not going to enjoy this - he had promised himself that. But he could feel his resolve melt into nothingness as his hard length was freed from its confines and long, smooth fingers closed around it.

This feeling was just too delicious, too much to withstand, Thranduil thought, as he moved his hips to get closer to that hand, to make it move over his flesh. But Elrond anticipated that and followed his movements, not giving him any friction at all. Just holding his hand where it was, tight enough to have control, but not tight enough to give pleasure.

Thranduil tried hard not to move again and almost succeeded, when Elrond moved his thumb over the head of his erection. Only once, and only brushing over it lightly, and then he held still again. Thranduil could no longer stand this torture. He thrust his hips into Elrond's hand, wanting the friction, needing... something.

"Please..." Thranduil's voice was hoarse with lust and need. "Elrond, by the Valar, do something!" He was getting frustrated, he wanted Elrond to claim his prize... the spoils of war... his body. His promises to not enjoy this were forgotten, now he was determined to make Elrond take him.

Elrond raised an eyebrow and gave Thranduil an amused look, as the Mirkwood King raised his gaze and looked into his eyes again. He could see the desperate need in the blue eyes; it was like seeing a stormy sky reflected in the surface of a deep lake, the blue colour of the waters being darkened by that which they mirrored.

He pushed Thranduil backwards. The blond Elf was taken by surprise and landed sprawling on the bed, his long hair fanned out around his head. Elrond grinned as he looked at the strong body displayed for him thus. He pulled down Thranduil's leggings, grateful that Thranduil lifted his hips slightly to make the task easier.

Elrond's own remaining clothes landed on top of Thranduil's. It would be interesting in the morning to sort through these heaps of clothing, he thought. It would not do to walk out of the tent wearing each other's leggings. Elrond chuckled.

"What is it that is so amusing?" Thranduil asked.

Elrond joined the other Elf on the bed, stretching out beside him. He took Thranduil's chin in his hand and leaned closer. "I will tell you in the morning," he said before he kissed him.

Thranduil parted his lips for Elrond, needing to taste him, and to be tasted. As the Imladris Lord licked at his lips and then pushed his tongue inside his mouth, Thranduil moaned. He was explored, his mouth mapped out so slowly and sensually that he was almost gasping with need once the kiss was broken and Elrond moved on down to kiss his neck and throat.

Elrond enjoyed making his former antagonist moan and shiver, and was determined to have him pant and writhe as well. He licked slowly around an already hard nipple, teasing Thranduil mercilessly before taking it between his lips and sucking at it. He almost smiled at the sounds that came from Thranduil's throat. Elrond used his tongue to tease the small nub even harder and then he worried it slightly with his teeth. He licked a wet path over to the other side of Thranduil's chest and gave the other nipple the same treatment.

As he moved down over Thranduil's stomach, he looked up at his face briefly, seeing the passion and the need on his features. The Mirkwood king lifted his head slightly and looked down at him, their gazes locking for a moment. The usually clear blue eyes were dark and sparkling with a strong desire, and Elrond felt a stab of regret. Why had they let so many years be wasted with feelings of animosity, suspicion and anger?

Elrond broke eye contact and descended upon his lover's pale skin again, kissing and licking around his navel. He could feel the obvious proof of Thranduil's passion very close to his face now, and judging by the moans, Thranduil wanted nothing more than for him to continue on his path down.

With his fingers curled around the base of it, Elrond slowly took Thranduil's straining member into his mouth, licking and sucking. He enjoyed the taste of the Elf, and he moaned softly as his mouth was filled with his hard flesh. He began to move over it, letting it slide between his lips in a leisurely rhythm, both giving and taking pleasure from his actions.

Thranduil gasped as he felt Elrond's mouth on his erection. There was trust displayed in this act, on both sides. He gave Elrond such power over him, but right now he did not care, he could not, because this was what he wanted. Had the deep anger and hatred been born due to the fact that he desired the Imladris Lord, their conflict being the perfect way not to have to face these emotions, not to be close to the object of his desire?

Soon Thranduil felt a finger rubbing gently over his entrance, and he parted his legs a little more as an invitation to his lover. The oil-slick finger was slowly pushed inside him and he arched his back slightly and moaned loudly. It had been a while since he had had a male lover; indeed it had been a long time since he had had any lover at all, being too caught up in the ruling of his realm. He let himself enjoy the sensation of being prepared, as Elrond took his time with him, slowly adding another finger and finally a third.

Thranduil thought it impossible to be able contain this heat, this raging fire inside him, the burning passion. He wanted Elrond to discontinue with his teasing, wanted him to take him there and then, to use his body as he gave him pleasure in return. He reached down and tangled his fingers in the silky tresses of Elrond's hair, trying to pull him up, needing him to understand that he could not wait any longer.

Elrond let the hard shaft slip out of his mouth and moved up again to give Thranduil a passionate kiss. The blue eyes that met his gaze were glazed over with need and desire, and Elrond did not hesitate as he could clearly read the message they were trying to convey. He withdrew his fingers from his lover's body and instead positioned the head of his erection against his entrance. Slowly he pushed inside the hot tightness, moaning softly and marvelling at the sensation. It never ceased to amaze Elrond how delicious this could be.

As Elrond began to move inside Thranduil's body, the blond Elf arched his back and began to meet his languid thrusts. He grabbed at Elrond's arms and closed his eyes, wanting only to experience this, without any distractions. As Elrond was a skilled and attentive lover, Thranduil was soon reduced to incoherent moans and sighs of pleasure, the desire within him building to a blazing furnace.

Elrond delighted in seeing the beautiful features of the Mirkwood King lost in rapture - a rapture and ecstasy that he was causing. Never before had Thranduil looked as alluring, as appealing, and the light in him so strong, as in the moment that orgasm overtook him. His blond head moved from side to side and his body writhed in pleasure. Then Thranduil's eyes flew open, his gaze meeting that of Elrond, as he spent his hot release between their bodies with a soft cry of passion.

Thrusting deeply inside his lover a few more times, Elrond finally let his own climax claim him, and leaning down, he kissed Thranduil's delectable lips with great fervour and quickened breath. He moaned loudly into the kiss as the icy spikes of pleasure stung his flesh and his spirit, and he slowly relaxed on top of Thranduil, enjoying being cradled in his arms.

There was no need for words then, and the two Elven Lords were content just lying closely entwined on the wide bed. After a while an arm was disentangled to reach for the soft blanket, and soon they were both asleep - sated, contented. The battles were behind them, and a truce had been initiated.