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The Strong Heart
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,447
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1
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chapter 3
Title: The Strong Heart (3/14)
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats.
Warning: AU. Fluffy in part.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are determined to find out what, or who, is hurting their friend.
Chapter 3
Out in the courtyard, a lone Galadhel paced angrily, ‘Damn healers’, he thought. ‘That was supposed to have ended his pitiful little mousy life.’
~~~*~~~
Erestor woke in the morning at dawn, snuggled warmly in Glorfindel’s arms. Shifting, and gently kissing the wonderful, soft lips in front of him, he snuggled closer, waiting for Glorfindel to awake.
Brilliant blue eyes began to focus and peer into deep brown ones. “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you feeling better this morning, my love?” Glorfindel greeted his mate with a loving kiss.
“Aye, my love, I am. I am ready to go out and move sky and earth if I have to. We ‘will’ find out what is happening and save our friends.” Erestor knew that if either Gurvelon or Caladir left them for the Halls of Mandos, the other would surely soon follow.
Glorfindel nodded. “Aye, that we will. I have been thinking about all the humans and dwarves that are taking refuge here of late. The Orc attacks in the Misty Mountains have added to those we need to consider.”
Erestor thought for a moment. “Not yet. Our interaction with them has been slight, and they have only been in the valley for a few short weeks. I cannot think of a motive on their part. I doubt Gurvelon has had any interaction with them at all, but we will ask him. We should ask the rest of our people about them. Unless someone has noticed something suspicious, I do not believe we should apply our efforts to either group yet. Remember, whoever did it was in the Last Homely House. Surely someone would have noticed if a human or dwarf was in the house.”
Nodding again, Glorfindel said, “You are right, my love. Race you to the bath?”
Erestor grinned and shot out of the bed, heading for the bathroom.
Their bath took slightly longer than usual, allowing for some delectable lovemaking. Neither ever had much discipline when it came to keeping hands off his deliciously naked husband. Finally dressed, they headed off in separate directions, determined to make some progress with their investigation.
Erestor’s first stop was Caladir and Gurvelon’s rooms. Knocking on the door, he patiently waited for an answer. Finally he heard footsteps and locks being turned, and Caladir opened the door.
“Good morning, Caladir. How is my dear little friend this morning?” Erestor asked.
“He is doing much better, but his stomach is still somewhat upset. The chief cook himself delivered our breakfast tray, and assured me he fixed it himself and never let it out of his sight. But come, Gurvelon will be happy so see you.”
Gurvelon was sitting up in bed, staring rather pale faced at the breakfast tray. His stomach was telling him it didn’t even want to think of food. Gurvelon looked up when Erestor entered, a smile lighting his face.
“Good morning, my friend,” Erestor said. He carefully sat on the bed next to Gurvelon, enfolding the scribe in his arms. “I am so relieved you are better. I was so frightened for you.”
Gurvelon silently hugged his friend for a long moment, then asked, “Erestor, you and Glorfindel will find who did this, won’t you?” Lowering his voice so only Erestor could hear, he added, “I am afraid. Not for myself, but for Caladir.”
“As we are. We will solve this, I promise. I will leave you to your breakfast, dear friend. Glorfindel and I begin to question the servants and warriors this morning.” Placing a chaste kiss on Gurvelon’s brow, he added, ”Try to take some food. It will help your poor stomach recover.”
Gurvelon groaned. “I do not want to eat.”
Erestor stood and patted Caladir on the shoulder. “You have your work cut out for you, my friend. I will see you later today.” Taking leave of his friends, Erestor headed for his office.
Caladir smiled at his beloved. “You see beloved, even Erestor says you should eat something.” The tray contained soft eggs, toasted bread, a bowl of warm porridge with milk, and soft fruits. Conspicuously missing was honey or anything made with honey. Caladir sat on the bed in front of Gurvelon and picked up the bowl of porridge. “Will you let me help you, sweetheart?”
Gurvelon gave him a dark look.
Caladir lifted a spoon of porridge to his mouth. “I will give you a kiss if you eat this one spoonful.”
Gurvelon quickly grabbed the spoon, shoved it in his mouth, and swallowed the porridge, grimacing. He raised his face up for his kiss, which was sweetly bestowed.
Caladir drew back, dipped the spoon in the porridge again, and held it up.
“Caladir, I want another kiss. You taste better than that porridge, beloved.”
Caladir lowered his head to whisper into his little husband’s ear. “When you eat this spoonful, I will give you a kiss that I promise will make you pant for more.”
Caladir opened his mouth for the spoon and swallowed the porridge.
Caladir set the bowl aside, and drew Gurvelon closer. Capturing his mouth, he thrust his tongue deeply and gently into Gurvelon’s sweetness. Tongues curled around each other lovingly. Smiling, he drew back from his now moaning lover. Gurvelon sat, eyes closed, head still raised, still savoring the kiss.
Caladir grabbed the bowl and dipped the spoon again. “Another kiss, sweetheart? Open up for more porridge.”
Gurvelon opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge. And one kiss for each spoonful, they continued until the bowl was emptied.
“What do I get for finishing the bowl, my sweet warrior?”
Caladir stood, moved the tray to the table, and returned to sit behind Gurvelon. He leaned against the headboard, spread his legs and pulled his little mate between them, resting Gurvelon’s back on this chest. Whispering into the ear in front of him, he said, “I think I can come up with something special for my sweet little scribe with the upset tummy.”
After slowly unbuttoning Gurvelon’s robe, Caladir gently rubbed circles on his stomach while licking his ear. It only took about ten seconds for Gurvelon to begin to softly moan.
“More, please love. Touch me.” Gurvelon drew Caladir’s hand down to his heavily aroused member.
Caladir thought his husband’s penis was the most beautiful he had ever seen. And living with warriors he had seen many. Perfectly shaped, it was just the right size for his hand, his mouth, his…well, it was just perfect. He teasingly ran a finger up the underside, over the tip and down the front, then stopped to fondle the silky sac below.
Gurvelon was whimpering. The simplest touches from his husband had always had the power to undo him. And that tongue on his ear was driving him insane! Reaching a hand back, he placed it behind Caladir’s head and drew it down, whimpering, “Kiss me.”
Caladir sweetly kissed the rosy lips. Gurvelon’s tongue sought his, deepening the kiss, as Caladir began to firmly stroke the rock hard member in his hand. Gurvelon sucked Caladir’s tongue into his mouth, clenching his hands around the warrior’s strong arms, and moaning his pleasure.
Finally pulling his mouth away, Gurvelon shakily said, “Oh, please my love, I want you.”
Caladir quickly stopped his stroking and slid from behind Gurvelon. Quickly stripping, he reached for the oil. After centuries of lovemaking, it only took a moment to prepare his mate. Sliding three oiled fingers inside the channel that was made just for him, he quickly stretched his lover. He removed his fingers and coated his own throbbing cock. Gurvelon was writhing and wailing and telling him to hurry.
“Aye, my love. Shh…you shall have me now, my sweet one.” He positioned himself and slammed into Gurvelon’s channel, striking his hidden gland, just the way his lover liked it.
Gurvelon wailed in pleasure, crying, “I love you” over and over. Caladir always knew exactly what he needed. His fingers dug into the strong back above him as Caladir thrust again and again, hard and fast, always striking his gland. He wrapped his legs harder around Caladir’s waist.
“Oh, my little one, I love you, I love you forever.” Caladir’s cries and moans joined his mate’s as he felt Gurvelon’s pleasure.
The familiar lightening flashed through their bodies and their hearts sang in love for each other, a love so strong that the very air around them surged with it as they reached completion together.
Tbc…
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats.
Warning: AU. Fluffy in part.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are determined to find out what, or who, is hurting their friend.
Chapter 3
Out in the courtyard, a lone Galadhel paced angrily, ‘Damn healers’, he thought. ‘That was supposed to have ended his pitiful little mousy life.’
~~~*~~~
Erestor woke in the morning at dawn, snuggled warmly in Glorfindel’s arms. Shifting, and gently kissing the wonderful, soft lips in front of him, he snuggled closer, waiting for Glorfindel to awake.
Brilliant blue eyes began to focus and peer into deep brown ones. “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you feeling better this morning, my love?” Glorfindel greeted his mate with a loving kiss.
“Aye, my love, I am. I am ready to go out and move sky and earth if I have to. We ‘will’ find out what is happening and save our friends.” Erestor knew that if either Gurvelon or Caladir left them for the Halls of Mandos, the other would surely soon follow.
Glorfindel nodded. “Aye, that we will. I have been thinking about all the humans and dwarves that are taking refuge here of late. The Orc attacks in the Misty Mountains have added to those we need to consider.”
Erestor thought for a moment. “Not yet. Our interaction with them has been slight, and they have only been in the valley for a few short weeks. I cannot think of a motive on their part. I doubt Gurvelon has had any interaction with them at all, but we will ask him. We should ask the rest of our people about them. Unless someone has noticed something suspicious, I do not believe we should apply our efforts to either group yet. Remember, whoever did it was in the Last Homely House. Surely someone would have noticed if a human or dwarf was in the house.”
Nodding again, Glorfindel said, “You are right, my love. Race you to the bath?”
Erestor grinned and shot out of the bed, heading for the bathroom.
Their bath took slightly longer than usual, allowing for some delectable lovemaking. Neither ever had much discipline when it came to keeping hands off his deliciously naked husband. Finally dressed, they headed off in separate directions, determined to make some progress with their investigation.
Erestor’s first stop was Caladir and Gurvelon’s rooms. Knocking on the door, he patiently waited for an answer. Finally he heard footsteps and locks being turned, and Caladir opened the door.
“Good morning, Caladir. How is my dear little friend this morning?” Erestor asked.
“He is doing much better, but his stomach is still somewhat upset. The chief cook himself delivered our breakfast tray, and assured me he fixed it himself and never let it out of his sight. But come, Gurvelon will be happy so see you.”
Gurvelon was sitting up in bed, staring rather pale faced at the breakfast tray. His stomach was telling him it didn’t even want to think of food. Gurvelon looked up when Erestor entered, a smile lighting his face.
“Good morning, my friend,” Erestor said. He carefully sat on the bed next to Gurvelon, enfolding the scribe in his arms. “I am so relieved you are better. I was so frightened for you.”
Gurvelon silently hugged his friend for a long moment, then asked, “Erestor, you and Glorfindel will find who did this, won’t you?” Lowering his voice so only Erestor could hear, he added, “I am afraid. Not for myself, but for Caladir.”
“As we are. We will solve this, I promise. I will leave you to your breakfast, dear friend. Glorfindel and I begin to question the servants and warriors this morning.” Placing a chaste kiss on Gurvelon’s brow, he added, ”Try to take some food. It will help your poor stomach recover.”
Gurvelon groaned. “I do not want to eat.”
Erestor stood and patted Caladir on the shoulder. “You have your work cut out for you, my friend. I will see you later today.” Taking leave of his friends, Erestor headed for his office.
Caladir smiled at his beloved. “You see beloved, even Erestor says you should eat something.” The tray contained soft eggs, toasted bread, a bowl of warm porridge with milk, and soft fruits. Conspicuously missing was honey or anything made with honey. Caladir sat on the bed in front of Gurvelon and picked up the bowl of porridge. “Will you let me help you, sweetheart?”
Gurvelon gave him a dark look.
Caladir lifted a spoon of porridge to his mouth. “I will give you a kiss if you eat this one spoonful.”
Gurvelon quickly grabbed the spoon, shoved it in his mouth, and swallowed the porridge, grimacing. He raised his face up for his kiss, which was sweetly bestowed.
Caladir drew back, dipped the spoon in the porridge again, and held it up.
“Caladir, I want another kiss. You taste better than that porridge, beloved.”
Caladir lowered his head to whisper into his little husband’s ear. “When you eat this spoonful, I will give you a kiss that I promise will make you pant for more.”
Caladir opened his mouth for the spoon and swallowed the porridge.
Caladir set the bowl aside, and drew Gurvelon closer. Capturing his mouth, he thrust his tongue deeply and gently into Gurvelon’s sweetness. Tongues curled around each other lovingly. Smiling, he drew back from his now moaning lover. Gurvelon sat, eyes closed, head still raised, still savoring the kiss.
Caladir grabbed the bowl and dipped the spoon again. “Another kiss, sweetheart? Open up for more porridge.”
Gurvelon opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge. And one kiss for each spoonful, they continued until the bowl was emptied.
“What do I get for finishing the bowl, my sweet warrior?”
Caladir stood, moved the tray to the table, and returned to sit behind Gurvelon. He leaned against the headboard, spread his legs and pulled his little mate between them, resting Gurvelon’s back on this chest. Whispering into the ear in front of him, he said, “I think I can come up with something special for my sweet little scribe with the upset tummy.”
After slowly unbuttoning Gurvelon’s robe, Caladir gently rubbed circles on his stomach while licking his ear. It only took about ten seconds for Gurvelon to begin to softly moan.
“More, please love. Touch me.” Gurvelon drew Caladir’s hand down to his heavily aroused member.
Caladir thought his husband’s penis was the most beautiful he had ever seen. And living with warriors he had seen many. Perfectly shaped, it was just the right size for his hand, his mouth, his…well, it was just perfect. He teasingly ran a finger up the underside, over the tip and down the front, then stopped to fondle the silky sac below.
Gurvelon was whimpering. The simplest touches from his husband had always had the power to undo him. And that tongue on his ear was driving him insane! Reaching a hand back, he placed it behind Caladir’s head and drew it down, whimpering, “Kiss me.”
Caladir sweetly kissed the rosy lips. Gurvelon’s tongue sought his, deepening the kiss, as Caladir began to firmly stroke the rock hard member in his hand. Gurvelon sucked Caladir’s tongue into his mouth, clenching his hands around the warrior’s strong arms, and moaning his pleasure.
Finally pulling his mouth away, Gurvelon shakily said, “Oh, please my love, I want you.”
Caladir quickly stopped his stroking and slid from behind Gurvelon. Quickly stripping, he reached for the oil. After centuries of lovemaking, it only took a moment to prepare his mate. Sliding three oiled fingers inside the channel that was made just for him, he quickly stretched his lover. He removed his fingers and coated his own throbbing cock. Gurvelon was writhing and wailing and telling him to hurry.
“Aye, my love. Shh…you shall have me now, my sweet one.” He positioned himself and slammed into Gurvelon’s channel, striking his hidden gland, just the way his lover liked it.
Gurvelon wailed in pleasure, crying, “I love you” over and over. Caladir always knew exactly what he needed. His fingers dug into the strong back above him as Caladir thrust again and again, hard and fast, always striking his gland. He wrapped his legs harder around Caladir’s waist.
“Oh, my little one, I love you, I love you forever.” Caladir’s cries and moans joined his mate’s as he felt Gurvelon’s pleasure.
The familiar lightening flashed through their bodies and their hearts sang in love for each other, a love so strong that the very air around them surged with it as they reached completion together.
Tbc…