Elves Gone Wild

Title: Elves Gone Wild: Persuasion
Authors: Anastasia and Bernsteinnixe
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Pairing: Celeborn/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not ours; no money made
Summary: Celeborn convinces Thranduil to allow Legolas to come to the celebration.

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Persuasion

Celeborn unconsciously licked his lips as he dragged his gaze appreciatively up and down his guest. It had been far too long since he had last laid eyes on the Mirkwood King. Thranduil looked stunning in a rich green robe and brocade cloak. Eyes greener than spring leaves locked intensely with his own, making him painfully aware of the blood flowing through his veins.

“Thank you, Captain,” he said as he turned unwillingly to look at Haldir. “Leave us.”

“As you wish, my Lord.” There was no mistaking the look of disappointment in Haldir’s eyes and Celeborn new the reason for it. Legolas had not come. He gave the Marchwarden a knowing look, assuring him that the situation would be dealt with. Celeborn would make sure that someone would be sent for Legolas the following morning. He desired the prince’s presence, not only to offer his loyal captain a pleasant diversion, but to see for himself if this Legolas was truly the fairest of Elves, as Haldir had claimed.

He turned back to the king, lips curved in a wicked grin. Yes, a son of Thranduil would definitely be a sight to behold.

“Have I welcomed you already?” Celeborn asked as he placed his hands on the king’s shoulders.

“Aye.”

“Not like this.” He brought his lips down upon Thranduil’s. The king made a sound of surprise, but soon his lips parted and Celeborn’s tongue quickly found its way between them to taste of his sweetness. ‘Far too long.’

“Will you dine with me tonight?” Celeborn asked, his breath still heavy from the kiss.

Thranduil smiled. “I would love to.”

*******

Thranduil leaned against the window, enjoying the view of Caras Galadhon from his flet. An agglomeration of nude or scantily clad Elves, many engaged in unspeakable activities added to the ethereal scenery and the king found himself looking forward to the next few weeks.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, wondering if he should change into something lighter, but decided against it. There would still be plenty of time for promiscuity and he needed to get into the mood first. ‘Celeborn will remedy that.’ A sly smile played on his lips as he left the talan.

*

Once again, Tranduil found himself under the scrutiny of Celeborn’s intense, blue gaze. He could almost hear the Lord of Lorien thinking he was wearing too much. His skin began to tingle as he imagined Celeborn peeling off the layers of his clothing…

“You did not bring your son.” Celeborn’s voice pulled the king out of his thoughts. “Why?”

“He is still very young,” Thranduil said firmly.

“But he is past his majority, is he not?” Celeborn eyed Thranduil carefully as he poured wine into the king’s goblet.

“Aye. That’s the first thing he brought up when I told him he would not go.” Guilt crept up in Thranduil’s heart as he remembered the look of disappointment in Legolas’ eyes. “I just do not think he is ready. He’s still too innocent.”

Celeborn nodded softly. “Your feelings are understandable,” he said. “But I think you should reconsider. This sort of experience might actually be good for him.”

Thranduil raised a blonde brow. “How, exactly?”

“I think it is the perfect opportunity for him to learn the pleasantires of love. So many different people willing to share pleasure and not expecting anything more. No attachments….”

Watching Celeborn help himself to some fruit, Thranduil began to wonder why he was taking such a keen interest in Legolas, whom he had never even met. He understood how what Celeborn was saying would apply to most young Elves, but he did not believe his son would be so light-hearted about losing his innocence.

“One so young may give his heart as well as his body, all the while thinking he will receive the same in return,” said Thranduil.

“That is true also,” Celeborn agreed. “But you cannot protect him from heartbreak forever, Thranduil.”

The king sat silently for a while, playing with the food on his plate as he thought about what Celeborn had said. Perhaps he was right, but Thranduil could not bear to see another tear escape his son’s eyes.

“Will you consider sending for him?” Celeborn asked.

Thranduil nodded and that brought an end to the discussion. The rest of the meal was spent in more lighthearted conversation and Thranduil was able to relax enough to let the dirty thoughts slip back into his mind. Celeborn continued pouring them both wine until the decanter was empty.

“Would you like me to call for more wine?” Celeborn asked. “Or would you prefer join me in a bath?”

“A bath would indeed be nice,” Thranduil agreed. “As would more wine.”

Celeborn laughed. “I thought you would say that. That is why there is already more wine waiting for us in the bathhouse.” He stood, extending a hand to Thranduil. “Come.”

On the way to the bathhouse Thranduil received many bewildered stares, being the only Elf wearing more than one article of clothing. Even the Lord of Lorien himself was wearing naught but a pair of loose, silk pants. The king smiled amusedly, knowing that if he were not king all those Elves would be fighting to undress him.

Thranduil’s mouth went dry as they entered the bathhouse. The scene here was even more perverse than outside. Humping couples, moans and the sound of splashing water surrounded them on all sides, and the steamy air smelled of sex.

“Do not fret, melethron,” Celeborn whispered hotly in his ear. “We have a private room waiting for us.” Thranduil exhaled in relief, and allowed Celeborn to lead him to this private room.

He watched as the Elflord closed and locked the door, then turned and began to advance on the him.

“You are wearing far too much,” Celeborn said, echoing Thranduil’s earlier thoughts. He placed supple lips on Thranduil’s and nimble fingers began to work on the clasp of his cloak, then on the buttons of his tunic. Thranduil held his breath as they moved to the laces of his leggings, freeing is semi-hard length. Lastly, Celeborn removed the gold circlet, leaving the king in nothing but his rings. He motioned for Thranduil to step inside the tub and he followed.

A table holding a decanter of wine and two goblets stood by the tub. Celeborn poured the berry-colored liquid into one of the goblets, handed it to Thranduil, and then poured another for himself.

Each sip was followed by a lustful kiss, and they continued thus without speaking a word until the wine was gone and their heads began to spin.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” said Celeborn, teeth nipping the tip of Thranduil’s ear.

Thranduil felt a surge of heat to his groin, his already throbbing length stiffening even more. “Then take me,” he said. “I am ready.”

“Not yet,” Celeborn whispered against his ear, placed butterfly kisses down his neck and chest until he reached a hardened nipple. He took the pink nub between his teeth, tugging ever-so-gently.

Thranduil let his head fall back, tangling his fingers in silver hair as Celeborn moved his mouth from nipple to nipple, tongue lapping and circling. His breath came labored as slender fingers wrapped themselves around the base of his cock.

Slowly, Celeborn stroked the turgid column, drawing groan after satisfied groan from the Mirkwood King. Thranduil tightened his grip on the silver mane and pulled him up to his lips. He could feel Celeborn’s cock against his hip as they kissed, and it made him quiver with desire. He wanted that cock somewhere else, and his lover sensed that need.

“Turn around.”

Thranduil obeyed, bending himself over the edge of the tub. Light kisses on his back, skilled hands running down his sides and behind caused the king to shiver. Celeborn continued to lead a trail of kisses down to the small of his back. The lips left his skin and moments later he felt a wetness between his cheeks that spread a wave of heat through his groin.

The king sighed in pleasure as Celeborn’s tongue lapped at his entrance and eventually made its way deeper inside him. “Saes…”

Celeborn moved up until his lips were pressed against Thranduil’s ear. “Do you want it? Do you want me to fill you with my throbbing length? Ride you until you see stars?”

“Aye…”

“And will you send for Legolas?”

“Aye!” Thranduil cried, his voice seeping with a need that made the Elflord chuckle as he reached for the oil bottle.

Celeborn poured some of the oil over his fingers, placing two at Thranduil’s entrance. The king cried out as he was breeched for the first time in countless years. The digits slowly pushed deeper, probing the tight channel. Thranduil cried out again, but this time it wasn’t from pain.

Once he had found that bundle of nerves, Celeborn exploited it relentlessly until the King of Mirkwood was writhing and moaning like a beast of the forest beneath him. Only when Thranduil’s muscles began to tense in preparation for release did he pull his fingers out and begin to coat his own oozing need.

Thranduil watched, panting, as Celeborn brought his cock to the king’s opening. He felt himself being filled in one smooth thrust and then his vision went black. All that existed was the cock inside him and the pressure in his groin. He fixed a tight grip on his cock and began stroking to the rhythm of his lover’s thrusts.

Celeborn was not gentle, but the slight pain that spread through his backside from the forceful thrusts only added to Thranduil’s pleasure. His entire body started to quiver as he neared his climax. The closer he came, the harder Celeborn took him.

Had he not been driven insane by need of release, Thranduil would have felt rather self-conscious about not being able to hold out a while longer. But the persistent pummeling was too much. With a raspy cry, Thranduil emptied himself into his hand as start exploded before his eyes. Wave after wave of ecstasy wracked his body as his muscles clenched around Celeborn’s cock, bringing his lover sweet release as well.

Slowly, they slipped back into the water in a tight embrace. Thranduil rested his head comfortably against his lover’s chest, ready to slip into reverie…until he remembered something he may have said.

“Celeborn?” he asked with furrowed brow.

“Hmm?”

“Did I agree to anything in the midst of our passion?”

Tbc