Pen-Estel

Ummm... I fear that for this chapter the same warnings apply as for the last one. We are not responsible for death by smut - go and sue Glorfindel instead. ;)


Chapter Thirty-Two

Elrond knew that he was not looking his best that morning, even before Erestor gave him a disapproving look, nostrils flaring as if he were trying to detect the scent of spirits - or of sex.

Elrond raised a hand to massage his temple, trying to deny the images his mind showed him. Had it truly happened? It couldn't have happened... Not that way, not the way his mind was trying to make him believe. He had drunk too much wine yesterday, yes, that certainly was true... But which else of those visions he was seeing had happened? It could not be real, not all of it; half of it at least had to be machinations of his lonely, weary mind that sought to torment him with feverish dreams during the night after he had overindulged in Glorfindel's wine.

He remembered Legolas kneeling at Glorfindel's feet, serving them wine, elegant, eager to please, a perfect slave. Yes, that was a true memory, Elrond decided, if only because he knew that that was exactly what Glorfindel would expect of Legolas.

Another memory, Legolas naked, kneeling before him, his pink tongue licking servilely at his soft cock, cleaning him of the last few drops of his come so carefully and respectfully, because that was what his master had commanded him to do...

Elrond almost moaned before he realised that he was at the table. He swallowed, aroused now, and Erestor gave him a sharp look, almost as if he could sense what Elrond had been thinking about.

No... no, that couldn't have been a memory! Elrond took a gulp of cool water, wishing he could have wine, or something stronger, to fight this confusion. Those must have been dreams... Glorfindel – proud, possessive Glorfindel – would never allow Legolas to touch him after what had happened. Invite him, show Legolas off, oh yes, that was his not so very subtle revenge, and Elrond had agreed because deep down, he knew that he deserved such punishment. And was such pain not preferable to the terrible loneliness he found in his bed? It hurt to see them together, to see that they shared what he had lost - but that had been his own fault.

Elrond closed his eyes, feeling too weary to eat. They were not here yet, and although he did not know what he would have done if he were faced with them now, he could not help wondering about what had kept them. What they might be doing now - what they had done last night. Again, as if mesmerised, he thought about Legolas' mouth, his lips soft as petals, his tongue so hot, so wet that every touch was like lightning although his flesh had already softened...

He half groaned and pushed his plate away, wanting to touch himself, to forget about those dreams - to dream some more...

"I have to see to my work," he said in a choking voice and then all but fled from Erestor's disapproving gaze.

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By lunchtime Elrond was ready to admit defeat. Nothing would take his mind off what had happened the night before. Time and time again he would find himself poised to write something, having been lost in a daydream, without any idea of what he had been intending to set down on paper.

By this time too, the daydreaming was no longer pleasurable. It began to annoy and distress him, until he was sure that if he replayed what he thought Legolas had done one more time he would go insane.

With a sigh of frustration, he left the letters he still hadn’t replied to on his desk and decided to take a stroll. The daydreams didn’t leave him though, and he found himself wandering close to the training fields before he was quite aware of it. When he did take notice of his surroundings, he decided that seeing Glorfindel would not be a bad thing, and he strode purposefully over to the young warriors who were involved in sword-practice.

Dissatisfied with their explanations that Glorfindel was not supervising them today, Elrond turned on his heel to search somewhere else. For a moment the idea to see if Glorfindel was in his rooms came to him – but he really didn’t want to encounter Legolas. He decided against it as he walked away from the field, and realised that it was too late anyway. Legolas was heading towards him, bow in hand, ready to join Thalaron’s group of trainees.

Trying not to make it obvious, Elrond chose a path to avoid encountering Legolas, and noticed warily that the Prince adjusted his path too – to meet him. When Legolas stood before him, Elrond just couldn’t meet his eyes, and he kept his gaze on the ground, saying nothing as he moved to walk past.

“Don’t!” And Legolas was in front of him again. He had dropped the bow, and now he touched Elrond’s arms as if to stop him from leaving. He looked up then, and saw the same tormented worry in Legolas’ eyes as had been with him all day.

“I can’t speak with you,” Elrond admitted with a shrug. “I… excuse me.” He brushed past Legolas without intending to hurt him, but he heard the Prince’s gasp of astonishment in his heart. It didn’t stop him from leaving however.

It didn’t matter how he got through the long day, but at last the shadows lengthened and he was able to contemplate retiring early. Elrond was back at his desk again, although he hadn’t done any work, and he sighed wearily, hoping that tomorrow would prove to be easier on him.

Before he could get up a servant delivered a note to him, and Elrond opened it immediately, expecting some mild enquiry from Erestor as to why he hadn’t been in the library all day. But it wasn’t – it was from Glorfindel.

I have a surprise for you.

That was it; no more, no less. Elrond stared at it for a long moment, before crumpling it up and discarding it. Of course, his mind turned on what Glorfindel might mean by such a statement, and Elrond sighed angrily, before getting up and resolutely getting ready for bed.

He tossed and turned for perhaps an hour or so on his own, surrounded by memories of Legolas, and eventually he had to admit defeat there too. Pulling on his robe viciously, Elrond left his room to seek out Glorfindel’s, intending to stop the ridiculous game Glorfindel was playing before it got out of hand.

He found that his anger only grew while he briskly walked through the corridors that led towards Glorfindel’s rooms. Who did Glorfindel think he was? Elrond had wronged them, of course, and he had apologised for it – he even agreed that Glorfindel’s smug showing-off of Legolas was a punishment he more than deserved – but there were limits to everything! He was still Lord of Imladris, after all, and no matter what Glorfindel might think, it couldn’t continue like this. Imladris would suffer if he could no longer perform his duties… and Legolas would certainly suffer as well.

Elrond could just imagine what Glorfindel meant by surprise – Legolas naked, bound to the bed, blindfolded maybe, and to make the humiliation complete and show that the youth was once again supposed to be entertainment, Glorfindel would have decorated him with a bow wrapped around his straining length…

Elrond moaned, hating himself for the arousal that filled his body at the thought. No, it had to end, here and now – he just could not allow Glorfindel to play with him anymore!

Without bothering to knock he pulled the door open, sweeping into the room. “This will stop immediately!” he ground out, not bothering to hide his anger – only to be met not by a submissive, naked Legolas, but by a fully clothed Glorfindel who raised a finger to his mouth to silence him.

“Hush, Elrond, don’t upset Gloriel!” Glorfindel said softly, and Elrond felt his anger rising at the way Glorfindel did not even bother to address the note he had sent him. He looked around, ready to voice his disgust at whatever servile position Glorfindel had forced Legolas into, but what he saw took his breath away.

Legolas, fully dressed – although his tunic was unlaced and slipped down one shoulder to bare part of his chest – was curled up on one end of the settee in front of the fire. In his arms he held Gloriel who was suckling hungrily, making contented little sounds that in turn made Legolas smile and tenderly stroke her cheek. Gîlríon had fallen asleep against Legolas’ side, his adorable golden curls tousled by Legolas’ fingers, and Elrond felt the sweetness of the scene like a physical ache in his heart.

Those visions – he truly must have been imagining things! Now more than ever he was completely certain that all he thought he was remembering was in truth just the consequence of too much wine and heartache. There was no place for him here; he saw it now clearer than ever before. He was an intruder – there was no place for him with them, not when they already had all the happiness the Valar could bestow.

“I am sorry – I will leave now. I did not want to disturb you, forgive me,” he said, feeling subdued.

“Nonsense, Elrond – sit down and keep Legolas company while I pour you some wine. Gloriel is as greedy as Gîl was, but once she is finished, I will put them to bed.”

“I – no, I really shouldn’t –” Elrond began, but was interrupted by Legolas.

“Will you not sit with me, my Lord? I do desire company… As you can see, Gloriel is rather single-minded about what she wants from me, and Gîl has already fallen asleep.”

Elrond swallowed, feeling torn in two directions. He knew that he shouldn’t, but how could he possibly resist Legolas? There was nothing sexual about the situation, yet Elrond’s mouth still became dry as he desperately tried to pull his eyes away from the expanse of pale skin and the glimpses of the wet, dark nipple in Gloriel’s mouth.

With a quiet sigh of resignation, Elrond took a seat beside Legolas on the small settee, dismayed to find he couldn’t keep a respectable distance between them when Gîl was taking up extra room on the other side. He closed his eyes briefly, making a resolution that he would leave as soon as it seemed polite to do so. Still, when he opened them again he couldn’t seem to look away from Gloriel and Legolas, and he cleared his throat nervously when he remembered how Legolas’ milk tasted.

His mouth actually watered at the thought, and Elrond licked his lips as Glorfindel came to stand before him. The Lord pressed a goblet of wine into his hand, smiling slightly as if he knew exactly what his thoughts were – and then proved that to be the truth when his eyes slid to watch Legolas as well.

It was so embarrassing! But then, as if to make it easy on him, Glorfindel reached down to take Gîlríon from Legolas’ side. The child yawned sleepily and soon snuggled into Glorfindel’s arms as Legolas adjusted his position to give Elrond more room.

“Say goodnight,” Glorfindel said, his voice so soft that Elrond looked up sharply, and found that he was speaking to the sleepy child in his arms.

“Goodnight, ada,” Gîl’s little voice murmured. He probably wasn’t even aware that his parents had a visitor, and soon Elrond found himself alone with Legolas and Gloriel while Glorfindel went to put the little one to bed.

Feeling completely out of place, Elrond drained most of the wine from his glass far quicker than he should, hoping that Legolas would not speak to him. About anything. He found himself watching Legolas and the child again, and was suddenly overcome with a feeling of loss, wondering how it would have been had Gloriel been his. It was a wicked thought, because Elrond was sure it wouldn’t have turned out so well for Legolas had the child been his – but he couldn’t help it.

Not a word or a glance passed between them, and when Glorfindel came back to take Gloriel from Legolas’ arms, again he gave Elrond an amused look, and it made him feel quite suspicious. Whatever he might think about the scene he had stumbled in upon – there was still the question of the note. He hadn’t imagined that, and quite suddenly he wondered what Glorfindel had planned.

Legolas gave Gloriel tenderly over to Glorfindel’s care, and again Elrond felt terribly excluded. He drank the rest of the wine in his glass and thought that perhaps he should make his excuses now, while there was still time.

As soon as Glorfindel was in the nursery, Elrond stood and faced Legolas.

“Please forgive me, Legolas, but I must go. I still have work to do in the library, and I…” He stopped when he saw Legolas’ look.

“No, you don’t,” he said simply, and Elrond raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You refused to speak to me earlier,” Legolas said then, hurt in his tone and in his eyes. “Why?” And before Elrond quite knew what to think he was beginning to apologise.

His hesitant words died on his lips when Glorfindel strolled back across the room towards them. Legolas too stood to meet him and they kissed in front of him. Elrond couldn’t look away from that either, hopelessly watching the two of them in love with each other – and it hurt.

“Lovely, roch neth,” Glorfindel said appreciatively as he drew back, his thumb rubbing over the rosy nipple that Legolas hadn’t thought to cover up. “But aren’t you going to welcome our guest?” He threw another amused glance Elrond’s way as Legolas moaned at his continuing touch.

“How should I welcome him, my Lord?” Legolas asked softly, his eyes sliding closed as he bit back a moan, and Glorfindel smiled at Elrond.

“A good question. I think you should kiss him, roch neth.” Elrond swallowed as Legolas was turned to face him, and he wanted to flee so much. Not from what was about to happen, but from the look in Legolas’ eyes when he opened them.

“But, I…” Legolas began nervously as he looked at Elrond. “I mean, he…” It was so clear that Legolas had been hurt by his dismissal earlier, and Elrond cursed himself for being so ignorant. Legolas shook his head a little, and then, because he knew what might be waiting for Legolas should he refuse, Elrond closed the distance between them and kissed him on the lips.

It had been so long since he had known this pleasure, and because he hadn’t anticipated it at all, Elrond groaned in pure pleasure as Legolas gave way before him. He reached up to cup the youth’s face in his hands and tasted all that he could for a long moment, wondering how much of this Glorfindel would allow him to have. He felt the vibration as Legolas moaned into his mouth, and it only made him more forceful.

He stepped closer, until he knew that Legolas was pressed between them. He could feel Glorfindel’s fingers, still stroking over Legolas’ exposed nipple again and again, and so he wasn’t surprised when Legolas began to tremble.

Legolas was breathing quickly by the time Elrond pulled back, his skin flushed and his lips parted as if to invite the kiss again. He leaned against Glorfindel, who was standing behind him, and Elrond had to admit they looked beautiful together.

“Yes… that was very nice, roch neth. I am certain that Elrond feels welcome now.” Glorfindel looked sharply at Elrond. “Do you?”

“I – yes,” Elrond said faintly, swallowing.

“Good.” Glorfindel’s eyes were laughing at him, and Elrond closed his own eyes to escape for a moment. “Sit down then, pour yourself some wine – the evening is young yet,” Glorfindel purred, his hands sliding up beneath Legolas’ tunic when Elrond stumbled backwards to his place on the settee.

“And you, Legolas?” Glorfindel asked teasingly, rubbing a fingertip over a nipple so that Legolas moaned instead of answering. “Do you think we have made Elrond properly welcome?”

“Yes,” Legolas said weakly, although he did not look at Elrond, so that the Lord wondered if the youth was still feeling hurt by his earlier rejection. Glorfindel only smiled, slowly pulling the tunic off Legolas so that Elrond licked over his lips again, unable to help the hunger that was growing inside him.

“I don’t think so, roch neth… Elrond does not seem to be happy with you. But remember, you must please my guest, for displeasing him will be the same as displeasing me. And you don’t want that, Legolas, do you? Or do you think that you could live without my mercy for an entire week?”

Legolas whimpered softly, arching against Glorfindel when he began to open the ties that held his leggings closed. “No, my Lord,” he whimpered, his lashes gleaming with half-formed tears at the threat, so that Elrond shocked himself by moaning softly at the sight. It made him feel ashamed, but there was an edge to this that had been missing yesterday – this was what it had been like between them at the beginning, and certainly, it had also been like this between Glorfindel and Legolas at first… threats and tears.

Elrond wanted to close his eyes, but he could not look away when Glorfindel stripped the youth, his strong hands sliding possessively all over Legolas’ slender body. Elrond swallowed, forcing himself not to squirm – he was growing aroused, and Glorfindel laughed softly as if he knew what was happening.

Trembling with outrage and humiliation, Elrond thought that he should get up and leave… but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. Not when he could see that Legolas was hard as well, and squirming in Glorfindel’s grasp when the Lord wrapped his fingers around him to tease him with a few strokes…

“Open your eyes, Legolas,” Glorfindel commanded mercilessly, and when Legolas obeyed, he moved his hands up to his chest again, covering the sensitive, erect nipples with his palms so that Legolas whimpered and pushed forward against them, wordlessly begging for the caress.

“That’s better – after all, we want to give our guest something pretty to look at, don’t we?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas agreed miserably, trembling when he finally met Elrond’s eyes, and the Lord moaned once more at the desire and the lingering insecurity he found in them.

Glorfindel laughed again, still looking straight at Elrond, and gently pinched a nipple so that Legolas cried out. “I did not take anything yet,” he mused, “and you do have more than Gloriel needs… don’t you?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas agreed breathlessly, blushing and lowering his eyes. “I…” He swallowed, squirming again when Glorfindel increased the pressure. “Enough for you! Oh, please!” he gasped, and Glorfindel laughed, obviously pleased this time.

“Oh, it’s more than enough,” he agreed, and then let go of Legolas so quickly that the youth almost stumbled. Glorfindel did not even look at him as he took the chair opposite the settee, pouring himself some wine as well while Legolas looked helplessly from Glorfindel to Elrond. Glorfindel’s attention only returned to him once he held a full goblet in his hand, and then he frowned, obviously displeased. “What are you doing, Legolas?” he said sharply. “Have you not promised to please our guest today? Sit down on the settee, so that he might admire you properly, from up close… And then, if he is pleased with your beauty, you might offer him a taste of yourself, as you have already admitted that you have more than Gloriel needs, and I feel more like wine today. Elrond is compassionate – I am certain that he would not let you suffer if you ask nicely.”

Elrond watched, holding his breath, as Legolas obeyed Glorfindel’s command and came to sit on the settee beside him, turning to face him so that it became impossible to look away.

“Now show yourself to him, Legolas. You know how.” Legolas flinched at Glorfindel’s words, but he didn’t look away from Elrond’s eyes. Slowly, he reclined on the settee as Elrond watched him, and his hands began to travel over his body.

In the periphery of his vision, he noted that Glorfindel was touching himself, but he couldn’t spare the instant to look over there. Not when Legolas looked like this. One of his hands was on his chest, and as Elrond watched he rubbed his fingertips over one rosy nipple, sighing at the sensation and biting his lip. His tear-dampened eyelashes fluttered as with his other hand he caressed his own arousal.

Had he thought this was like the beginning? Clearly it wasn’t. Elrond had never seen Legolas like this. So deliberately provocative and seductive. He knew he was hard himself, just watching the little display, and he ached to take Legolas hard. He wanted to make the youth moan and tremble and cry for him, to make him beg. Elrond groaned himself as he imagined it, and as he watched helplessly, Legolas’ body arched up slightly, and he threw his head back to display his elegant neck, the action showing his vulnerability so clearly that Elrond felt his hand press against his own cock, unbidden.

“Ai, Legolas!” he breathed. “Don’t!”

“Do you find him beautiful?” Glorfindel asked from his place apart from them, and Elrond swallowed.

“Yes,” he whispered, not trusting to raise his voice for fear that the dam inside him would break, and he would do something unforgivable.

“Beg him to taste you, then, roch neth,” Glorfindel commanded, and Elrond held his breath again as Legolas raised his head to look at him once more.

“Please,” Legolas began, and Elrond swallowed hard at hearing the beauty before him plead – at seeing that plea in every inch of his body. His eyes were drawn to the restless movement of Legolas’ fingertips rubbing against that same nipple, now wet with milk. “My Lord has not taken anything from me all day,” Legolas confided, “and I need…” Now he blushed, the colour only serving to accentuate the blue of his eyes and the pale gold of his hair.

“I am so used to it,” Legolas explained uncomfortably, then he appeared to reconsider. “My body is used to it, and it hurts… please…” Elrond licked his lips, imagining Legolas in pain – pain that he could end instantly. “Will you help me?”

Oh, there wasn’t a question, was there? Not really. But before Elrond could give in, he heard Glorfindel’s amused voice again. “That is not enough, Legolas! Explain to Elrond exactly what you want.”

“Please, drink from me, my Lord,” Legolas responded miserably. “I n-need…” Legolas lost his place then and sobbed once in a delicious way that made Elrond moan again. “…need you to take my milk.”

Nothing could stop him from responding to Legolas when he begged, and Elrond soon found himself with his lips closed around the same nipple Legolas had been tormenting while the youth trembled beneath him in desire and dread. Dread, yes, because he knew how intense it would be. Still, he couldn’t help himself, and he suckled lightly, registering the way Legolas arched up against him just an instant before the sweetness invaded his mouth.

Oh, it was wonderful! Just as he remembered, and without meaning to cause Legolas distress he pulled on that fount of sweetness hard, as only an adult could, only vaguely aware of the cry that Legolas gave in response.

Only when the flow of the milk slowed down did Elrond come back to himself, and move back from Legolas a little. The youth was shivering and incoherent, on the edge of release, his skin shining with sweat as he panted, each breath ending in a slight moan that Elrond could feel, as if Legolas was touching his arousal.

Without thinking about it too much, he moved onto the other nipple, already hungering for more of the youth’s sweetness. But then Legolas realised his intention. “Oh, please!” he cried out. “Stop!” Elrond stayed with his lips hovering over the swollen nub of flesh for a few seconds, a battle inside him between taking what he wanted, and having mercy for Legolas.

“Legolas,” he said, and as he spoke his lips touched the youth’s sensitive nipple, and he moaned.

“No more,” Legolas pleaded, his hands reaching to Elrond’s shoulders as if to push him away.

“But don’t you still ache?” Elrond asked softly, loving the way the youth trembled – the way he was so very vulnerable in this position. Forgotten were all thoughts of Glorfindel, all he wanted now was Legolas, to possess him, to make him moan and tremble and feel his hot, sweaty skin slide against his own. “I will be gentle, I promise!”

“Please,” Legolas sobbed, “I can’t… Don’t make me disobey my Lord, oh please!”

“But are you not already disobeying him by denying me?” Elrond asked, his cruel question forcing a moan of despair from Legolas’ lips, and new tears glistening like dew on his dark lashes.

There was a part of Elrond that felt terrible at what he was doing – he was playing Glorfindel’s game now, and it made him feel like a pawn in Glorfindel’s hand. Yet at the same time, he knew that he had already gone too far – there was no going back now, not with the taste of Legolas’ sweetness in his mouth, the delectable youth trembling in his arms as if he wanted to be played with…

“It is too much… I can’t, oh please!” Legolas pleaded, still trying to push Elrond away, but he was weak now, all his strength used up in the fight against release, and so he only sobbed in defeat when Elrond’s lips closed around his nipple, gently suckling.

“Hush, Legolas,” Elrond murmured when he came up again after a moment. “I do not want you to disobey – here, I will help you. Just be silent now and let me taste you…”

Again he bent his head, drawing on the swollen nipple while Legolas whimpered softly and shook beneath him. It truly felt as if Legolas were on the brink of orgasm, but true to his word Elrond reached down and wrapped his fingers around the base of Legolas’ shaft, pressing down firmly so that the youth gasped half in pain.

Elrond smiled slightly against Legolas’ chest, taking his time now, teasing Legolas with his tongue and lips so that the youth was writhing beneath him, desperate for the release that Elrond’s cruel hold denied him. Oh, he would play Glorfindel’s game, Elrond thought, for it was impossible to turn back now, but he would not give in so easily. He would not be the reason for another punishment, not if he could help it – let Glorfindel make of that whatever he wanted.

After some time, Elrond drew back once more, and he gasped when he saw what his teasing had done to Legolas. Instantly his mind was drawn back to when Legolas had been his, when he had tied the youth to his bed in order to work. How he looked then, when he surrendered to the restraints, his eyes cloudy with lust and want, his body trembling but submissive. Elrond swallowed, and gradually realised they were not alone. He leaned in close as if to kiss Legolas’ neck, but really to whisper so that Glorfindel wouldn’t hear.

“I’m going to let you go,” he breathed, his lips barely touching the youth’s throat.

“No! Please!” Legolas called out, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to breathe. Elrond groaned and without really meaning to, he found himself sealing his lips over the youth’s neck, suckling there too until he saw with satisfaction the mark he had left. “Oh, please, stop!”

Now, at the plea, Elrond finally did give the youth some space, and after a moment or two, when his breathing became slower and his eyes regained some focus, Elrond let him go.

Legolas shuddered, his eyes closing tightly as if in concentration, but he didn’t find release, and although he had wanted to help Legolas, Elrond couldn’t help but be disappointed.

“Good, roch neth,” Glorfindel praised, making Legolas jump guiltily and look over to him. “Now come here.” He got up to obey quietly, not breathing a word of protest except to draw in a shocked breath when Glorfindel turned him to face Elrond and touched him intimately.

“Are you ready for me?” Glorfindel asked in delighted cruelty, and Legolas moaned before answering.

“Yes, my Lord.” As Elrond watched, Glorfindel encouraged Legolas to sit on his lap, to sit on him, and though Elrond heard the moan that came from his lips he barely recognised his own voice. All he could see was Legolas, his eyelashes wet with tears once more as he allowed Glorfindel to take him in front of another. All he could hear was Legolas, whimpering as Glorfindel pulled him down completely, until he must be completely sheathed in Legolas’ body before pressing a kiss to the mark Elrond had made on his throat.

“Mmm…” Glorfindel groaned aloud in satisfaction. “You were made to be used like this, roch neth!” Legolas didn’t reply, and so Glorfindel thrust upwards suddenly, making him cry out. “Weren’t you?”

“Yes, my Lord!”

“But it seems a shame that while your sweet body pleasures me, our guest is left alone over there.” Glorfindel paused for a moment while Legolas opened his eyes and looked at Elrond helplessly. As he watched, Glorfindel raised a hand and Legolas obediently accepted a finger into his mouth.

“Yes… that’s the solution,” Glorfindel said wickedly as Legolas moaned in awareness, his cheeks becoming pink at the Lord’s meaning. “Why don’t you ask him to come over here, since there is another part of your body he can use.” Legolas hesitated, long enough for Glorfindel to punish him with another sharp thrust upwards.

“Are you not my whore?”

“Yes!” Legolas cried out, and although he cried, it was obvious Glorfindel was giving him more pleasure than pain. “Yes, I am, but please! Please don’t make me ask, my Lord! Please don’t!”

“It is your choice, Legolas… Your choice, if you think you are strong enough to bear what I did to you tonight for an entire week…” Glorfindel nuzzled Legolas’ neck, smiling arrogantly at Elrond who felt subdued. There was no winning against Glorfindel, was there? Tiredly, Elrond shook his head, ready to protest. He did not thrive on humiliation like Glorfindel did, and these games had already gone on for far too long. This situation was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Even if Legolas had made himself believe that he wanted it, Elrond did not think he could stay and watch how Glorfindel destroyed what little self-esteem Legolas had won during the last few months.

“Please, Lord Elrond,” Legolas whispered with a little sob, and Elrond groaned when one look at the trembling youth made him forget about all his misgivings. He knew that he should leave, to show that Glorfindel’s games disgusted him – but Legolas was so beautiful, and he felt his lust and desire overcoming him, weakening him so that all he could think of was how the youth had tasted when he kissed him.

“Please come to me and u-use me,” Legolas begged, stumbling over the word while his tears began to run down his face. “Let me please you!”

Elrond swallowed and closed his eyes, finally giving in to what to Glorfindel had certainly been the inevitable outcome of this entire arranged evening. “You always please me,” he admitted hoarsely as he got up and walked towards Legolas. ”Do you truly not know what your beauty is doing to me? Don’t fear me, Legolas… I could never hurt you!”

He cupped Legolas’ face in his hands, looking deeply into his eyes to show him what he felt – the lust, the desire, but also the love – and then bent down to kiss Legolas, moaning softly into his mouth when he could no longer deny his desire and need.

“Please,” Legolas gasped when they finally parted, his lips looking bruised by the kiss, tempting Elrond to take more, to take his pleasure that way as Glorfindel had invited him to. “Please, let me serve you, my Lord! I want it, I want to please you!”

“I know,” Elrond soothed him, “hush Legolas, I know. You are so sweet, I could kiss you all evening… Your soft lips, your sweet, hot tongue…” Elrond moaned because he could almost feel it now, Legolas’ lips around him, that agile tongue so eager to please although Glorfindel was taking him so hard that he had to suppress his sobs…

“You know what it feels like, don’t you, Legolas? How good it feels?” he whispered warmly, intimately, sharing a tiny moment that was just between the two of them, despite Glorfindel’s presence. And suddenly Elrond knew what he had to do – the one thing Glorfindel wouldn’t have planned.

He smiled, and – still looking at Legolas – he fell to his knees, loving the way Legolas’ eyes widened in shocked disbelief.

Resting his hands on Legolas’ knees, he looked up, ignoring Glorfindel completely. “Do you remember the lesson I once gave you, Legolas?” he asked, knowing that Glorfindel would assume something completely different from his words than his real meaning.

Biting his lip, Legolas nodded slowly, and then gasped when Glorfindel thrust into him again, jerking his slender body so that Elrond could feel it in his hands where they rested.

“Don’t!” Legolas pleaded suddenly, as if he would beg for Elrond to use him instead, but it wasn’t real – Elrond saw that, and so he smiled.

“Tell me,” he ordered softly, laughing inside because he was asking Legolas to command him, and Glorfindel had no idea.

“Touch,” Legolas breathed, his tears all gone as he smiled a little. Elrond grinned and wrapped his hand around Legolas’ erection, groaning and shifting uncomfortably himself, but not willing to forgo Legolas’ pleasure for the sake of his own. Glorfindel did enough of that.

“And then?”

Legolas moaned, and Elrond knew it was because of him, not because of the way Glorfindel claimed him. “Slowly…” he sighed, a little sound of surrender coming from him when Elrond began to caress him. He looked up, and Legolas suddenly seemed uncertain.

“Next,” Elrond asked, just waiting for his instruction. Legolas swallowed.

“Taste,” he said, and Elrond did nothing. “Oh, no…” the youth sighed in dismay, knowing he had it wrong, closing his eyes as he tried to remember.

“Kiss,” he tried, looking hopeful, but again Elrond did nothing. Legolas laughed a little in complete frustration, and Elrond was aware that Glorfindel found this amusing too. It didn’t matter. The situation had lost its menacing aspect now, and for that Elrond was grateful. But he waited for the right word. Suddenly Legolas smiled at him.

“Lick,” he commanded softly, and Elrond bent his head to obey as Legolas moaned in pleasure and triumph. “Yes!” He licked a line up the underside of Legolas’ shaft, making it as long and leisurely as he could, and when he was done he looked up again, not needing to ask for the command this time.

“More,” Legolas moaned, as if he wasn’t aware of the game they were playing, and again Elrond obeyed, taking the youth’s shaft into his mouth and sucking on it lightly. He felt Legolas fingers curling in his hair as he continued, and it made him moan as he worked his tongue over the hardened flesh.

He lost himself in the service he gave willingly to Legolas, taking him deep enough to swallow, wanting only to make him come. When he did, Elrond moaned again, swallowing every last drop before drawing back to observe the effect.

Glorfindel was still taking him, and so his eyes were half-closed, but he looked at Elrond. And in his eyes was love, adoration, gratitude. Legolas didn’t need to say any of those things for Elrond to see them, and he reached down to touch himself at the sight of it.

“Stand up,” Legolas ordered softly, in the voice of the Prince, and Elrond gasped to hear it applied to him… here, when Glorfindel was still inside him. Elrond did gain his feet, but he shook his head as Legolas reached out for him, to free him.

“No…” he said faintly, already wanting to give in, because he throbbed with unresolved tension. Legolas glanced up at him and smirked.

“Don’t worry, my Lord. I’ll still respect you tomorrow.” He heard Glorfindel chuckle, and then it seemed he couldn’t help smiling either. All of a sudden, nothing about this was what it seemed. Legolas wasn’t miserable… perhaps – and this made him finally give in to what Legolas wanted, moving forward so that he could feel those sweet, soft lips on his needy flesh – perhaps it was all just a game.