Taming the Beast

"Turn over...? What are you talking about?" Boromir asked and tried to brush Legolas' hands from his hips, but the pale, strong fingers tightened in a hurtful way and didn't move an inch.

"The longer we waite moe more difficult it will get for you to adjust again," Legolas explained and attempted to roll Boromir onto his front side.

"*Adjust*?! I don't want to adjust!" Boromir yelled, quickly sitting up, and closed his hands around Legolas' wrists to stop him. "This is not really how I had imagined this to be. I'm not sure whether I want to proceed."

"Of course you want to proceed," Legolas said encouragingly and pressed a quick kiss to the man's lips. "Of course you want. Come on, turn over. You'll find you will like it."

"I won't like it! I'm a warrior, I won't like to be taken like a woman! Let go of me now, Legolas, I want to leave."

"No, you don't want to leave."

"I *do* want to leave!"

"But I don't want you to leave!" Legolas hollered back, eyes narrowed and shooting angry sparks at the human. "I say it one last time! Turn over! *Now*!"

"Or what?! Do you want to ravish me?!" Boromir screamed. If he hadn't learned by now that Legolas was physically able to carry out such a deed, he would have laughed about this idea, but under the given circumstances he feared that the archer would rape him indeed.

"I won't. You will give yourself to me willingly," Legolas stated, perfectly sure about his words.

"Is that a threat?"

"No," the elf replied, his lips curving into a slight smile. "It's a promise."

Before the human could say a word, Legolas plunged down on him, letting Bor's a's aching erection finally slide into his eager mouth. Boromir couldn't help screaming out the elf's name in shock when he was embedded so abruptly in the hot, moist cave that lay beneath the now fervently sucking lips. Legolas easily forced more groans from Boromir when he let his tongue slither, glide and twist on and around him with such masterful skill as if his mouth had been made especially for the human's needs. He felt one of Boromir's hands diving into his hair again and pressing his head further down. The archer bent to Boromir's wishes and took as much of him in as he could, but only because the human's grasp was more gentle this time. The hand that was buried in his hair wasn't forcing and commanding this time, it was rather asking and pleading. And so Legolas continued to work ardently on Boromir's erection that felt impossibly hard against his soft tongue and petal lips.

When the warrior started to buck against his face, intending to increase the speed of the elven glowing lips sliding up an down on him, Legolas grasped the man's hips to hold him still. From the uncontrolled, violent convulsions that rippled through Boromir's body, Legolas could tell that it was pure torture for him to not be able to thrust into the stimulating mouth with much more drive, but the archer continued to pin him down unrelentingly. Legolas might be the serving part at the moment, while Boromir was on the receiving and more pleasurable end, but that didn't mean the elf had to give up his control. He wanted Boromir to feel that he still had power over him. He wanted him to understand that he was at the archer's mercy. With this intention in mind, Legolas even intensified his actions, making Boromir moan, pant and shiver helplessly.

Soon it became more difficult to keep Boromir's trembling body down and the human's hand in Legolas' hair incautiously tightened its grasp. The pain that converged in the warrior's crotch grew with every single motion Legolas accomplished and Boromir felt that he wouldn't manage to take this much longer. If Legolas only would grant him release... but he didn't. He unyieldingly licked and sucked Boromir towards his climax, faster, harder, fierier, until he tasted some salty drops that slowly escaped from the hot, slick peak of the human's arousal. With one last stroke of his tongue, the elf let Boromir slip out of his mouth just in time to prevent him from spilling and screaming out a savage orgasm. Before the human understood what was happening and could give a protesting reaction, Legolas grasped the slim hips more firmly and rolled him over.

Once Boromir realised that the archer had just cheated him out of experiencing the most amazing and extreme climax of his life and now was obviously preparing for impaling him from behind, he furiously attempted to put up a fight. He struggled with much effort, harder than Legolas had actually expected, and managed to turn on his back again, denying his comrade access to the opening he longed for. Boromir tried to rise to his feet, but Legolas clutched him with strong hands and roughly dragged him down again, pinning him to the ground with harsh determination. Boromir grunted in protest and tried to shove the elf of, but his efforts showed no effect. Instead of letting go, Legolas tightened his grip in such a boisterous way that it made Boromir grit his teeth in agony. The man from Gondor gave a frustrated yelp when Legolas coarsely flipped him onto his front again. Boromir tried to somehow wriggle out of the elf's resolute grasp, but before his frantic endeavour showed any success he felt the other male leaning in to him, forcefully crushing him down to the mossy forest ground.

When he felt hot, hard flesh pressing into his cleft, Boromir used all his might to buck under Legolas, trying to get rid of the body that was keeping him down and attempting to enter him, but his insubordination only seemed to encourage Legolas in his intentions. Before Boromir could start a second try to free himself, he felt a hot, stinging pain flashing through the nether regions of his body, pain that within a split second conquered him to the core.

Due to the human's undying resistance, the male elf had penetrated the unwilling body in a more abrupt way than he had originally intended to, filling him completely with one flowing movement. Legolas felt that Boromir tensed up massively from this sudden and violent intrusion and that he forcefully held his breath, desperately trying to suppress a groan of pain. He saw that Boromir's fingers curled up to tight fists from the tormenting feeling of being torn apart, the nails digging in his own palms, knuckles turning white. Holding his breath as well, Legolas started to pull back again very slowly, but despite the heedfulness he now tried to put in his movement, a restrained blurt of anguish exploded from Boromir's throat and he again attempted to wind away from under the elf.

"Shhh, Boromir," Legolas said and firmly placed his hands on the man's shoulders to hold him in position. "Don't fidget like that, it will only hurt if you do so."

"I already noticed," Boromir muttered with a cracking voice. It was hurting indeed, and definitely not to a small degree, but what should he do? He couldn't just hold still and simply let Legolas use and take him in such a humiliating way.

For a second he wondered whether the company was already in search for them since they still hadn't returned with the wood for the campfire. What if they had become impatient and worried and were looking for them by now? What if one member of the fellowship discovered them like this? Boromir assumed that he would probably die from embarrassment if Aragorn found him here in this condition, naked and on his knees, face down to the ground, with Legolas being stuck in him up to the hilt. The mere thought of this possibility made him blush with shame and once again he attempted to crouch away, but Legolas didn't let go and kept him in place.

"Hold still, the pain will diminish quickly," he heard the elf whisper from above while one tender hand started to roam over his body. Legolas' gaze ranged over the broad back that was under him, admiring the well-defined muscles that moved underneath the sun-tanned skin, adoring the chiselled, strong shoulder blades that drew together when Boromir shifted his weight in a helpless attempt to steady himself. For a moment the archer paused in order to give the human time to accommodate. Only his slender hands were moving, travelling up and down the human's stiff back. His fingers were comforting, but Boromir knew they would get harsh again as soon as he would attempt to get away. And so Boromir held still for a moment and tried to concentrate on the tender caresses that distracted him a bit from the unfamiliar invasion. He just started to relax a little when he was slightly shoved forward by Legolas' first, slow thrust.

A scream broke from Boromir's lips, not so much because of the pain but rather because of the frustration about his defeat. Although he knew his efforts were in vain, he again tried to shake Legolas of, but his attempts grew weaker already.

"I said stop fidgeting!" Legolas hissed, buried a hand in Boromir's hair and pushed his head down until the human's face was pressed to the ground.

Boromir shut his eyes tight and drew his lower lip between his teeth to bite down on it. He tasted earth on his lip, smelled the intense scent of leaves and moss, felt little broken twigs pricking and scratching the skin of his face, but above all was the sensation of Legolas moving inside of him. Boromir had to admit that Legolas had been right when he had said that the pain would decrease. It still felt uncomfortable to be invaded like that, but the sharp pain was slowly fading.

Legolas' left hand was wandering over his defeated body and calmed him, softly grazing tensed muscles and firm skin. Despite the fact that Legolas' other hand was still holding his face to the ground in a rather crude way, Boromir felt himself relaxing a little from the pleasing caresses. The tender hand travelled from his back around to his chest where gentle fingers tickled a nipple, then glided further down to playfully slip the tip of Legolas' middle finger into Boromir's navel. After a short moment the elf began to trail the line of soft, fine hair that was starting there and leading to the centre of the warrior's lust. Boromir's pectoral muscles twitched with anticipation and he almost forgot to breathe when he felt the gentle fingertips running deeper and deeper with unbearable slowness.

He again bit down on his lip, harder this time, until the earthy aroma in his mouth mingled with the metallic flavour of his own blood. Even then he didn't lessen the force of his bite but kept on pressing his teeth down on his lip, staining them with the red liquid. He wouldn't let a sound slip, he thought again and again. Neither a sound of pleasure, nor a sound of anguish. He wouldn't let Legolas hear how massively his actions were affecting him. He wouldn't...

It took Legolas only a gentle, well-placed squeeze to make Boromir's intention crumple. The groan was mostly swallowed by the leaves and earth the human's face was resting in, but it was loud enough for Legolas to hear.

"See, I said you would like it," Legolas pointed out with a little smirk and slowly pulled back, only to roughly shove back in again, rocking the human forward.

"N...uh..." Boromir spluttered, his pressed down face chafing against the scabrous ground. He felt that he wouldn't be able to hold it back for much longer, no matter how hard he tried. Legolas had set a delightful pace, not that fast and not too slow, and the steady rhythm of the hot friction he was causing Boromir from the inside was very well matching the expertly located strokes he accomplished with his warm hand clenching the human's hard erection.

A prurient sigh was followed by a series of erratic, restrained gasps and then a long, salacious groan. Once the first sounds of pleasure had escaped his throat, Boromir didn't manage to curb himself anymore and couldn't help voicing his enjoyment, again and again. When Legolas withdrew his pumping fist to get hold of Boromir's slim hip, the human warrior still couldn't stop panting in wild ecstasy, and that was the moment he understood Legolas had been right about everything.

The realisation sank in slowly. He liked it. He wanted it. It felt good, so good. He couldn't deny it, no matter how hard he wanted to. He wished he could loathe Legolas for doing this to him, for taking and subjugating him. He wished he could despise the actions the archer accomplished. But he liked it. A lot. Yes, it hurt, but it felt wonderful. Sickening wonderful.

Legolas watched Boromir squirm and tremble under him, the carnal sight sending shivers down his spine. The thought that he alone had created this view, that he alone was the only one who ever had seen Boromir like this, was more than stimulating. The broad back was bending because of the pressure of his hand, the taut muscles were twitching because of his caresses, the stalwart body was quaking because of his thrusts. He, Legolas, was the reason for sweat arising on Boromir's glowing and flushed skin, creating a little, glistening pool in the small of his back. And it was him who forced those deep, beautiful groans and cries of pleasure from the brave warrior.

When Boromir started to meet his thrusts and brought himself back against Legolas' lap with quite some impact, trying to increase the intensity of their coupling, the elf tightened his grip around the back of the human's head and pushed harder. A blurt of unease and surprise reached Legolas' ears, but he didn't let go. Not so soon. He couldn't allow this event to take a different path, not after he had so bitterly fought with and finally won over Boromir. He didn't want to cause his comrade serious pain, but he didn't want him to feel completely comfortable and secure, either. This was still about control and Legolas wasn't willing to share his dominance.

Boromir's face was burning like fire by now, he felt that he was bleeding from his nose and he had serious problems breathing properly, but this all was unimportant to him right now. He concentrated only on pushing back on Legolas' erection that by now was sliding deeply in and out at ease, massaging Boromir's prostrate with every single drive. The sensation elevated the human to higher levels of carnal rapture and this very moment he couldn't have cared less if he had suffocated indeed, choked with leaves, earth, blood and unrestrained lust.

Suddenly, Legolas withdrew from his body and Boromir felt that he, instead of thrusting back in, rose behind him. Just when Boromir wanted to turn his released head to look at Legolas and ask what the matter was, Legolas' hands crashed down on him, grabbing him brusquely.

"Get up!" Legolas barked, digging his fingers into Boromir's upper arms and dragging him to an upright position.

"Why... I... Legolas, what...?" Boromir stuttered in confusion and wanted to turn around to face the elf, but even before he was in a steady standing position, he was slammed against a nearby tree with such force that the air was knocked from his lungs when his chest collided with the stem.

While Boromir was still trying to recover from the unexpectedly hard impact, Legolas captured him in his arms from behind. He pressed himself against Boromir's slick back, his excited breath hot and enticing against the human's ear. Without hesitating, he entered the man again, invading him abruptly in one go. A tortured, yet lustful moan escaped Boromir's lips while he was crushed up against the tree, his own hard-on trapped between his stomach and the rough bark.

"Legolas...please..." Boromir gasped, both hands clinging to the tree, searching for support and hold.

"What. Is. It?" Legolas asked sharply, every word coming out as a short, laborious pant as he tried to get as deep as possible into the hot human body.

"I... can't... I..." Boromir breathed, and then gave a primitive, loud groan when Legolas made an extremely impatient and deep movement. "Hurts...so...Don't stop... please."

"Never," Legolas moaned and bowed his head to suck on Boromir's shoulder, tasting his flaming skin that was moist and salty from fresh sweat. "You feel so good," he murmured against the glowing skin and closed his eyes while fully concentrating on the delicate, burning friction that was clouding his mind.

"Don't stop," Boromir repeated breathlessly and leaned his wet forehead against the tree. He wished Legolas would reach around and touch him, bring him to release. His erection was aching with unfulfilled need and it made him angry that it was so neglected while Legolas' was enjoying full attention.

When the human finally couldn't stand the throbbing pain and want anymore, he reached down with his own hand, but before he could lay only one finger onto himself, Legolas hands snapped close around both of his wrists, pulled his hands up and slammed them back to the tree.

"Don't you dare touch yourself!" Legolas hissed close to Boromir's ear, his breath coming and going in erratic pants. "You won't come to release until I allow you so. Do you understand?"

Boromir didn't reply but gritted his teeth, fighting back a sob of frustration. His own boiling blood was roaring in his ears, his knees threatened to give in, he was blinded with unsatisfied desire, every fibre of his body burnt to the extreme... He could take no more. This was worse than torture. This was worse than dying.

"*Do you understand, Boromir*?" Legolas repeated harshly, not stopping to claim the other one's body, over and over again.

"I hate you," Boromir whispered, too weak to develop a strong voice.

"Show me," Legolas demanded, his teeth grazing the strong, salty shoulder. "Show me how much you hate me, Boromir."

"I... I can't."

"Come on, defend yourself. Fight!"

"I can't!" Boromir spewed, ultimately confessing his submission, his incapability of evading Legolas' will.

"I knew I'd get the better of you sooner or later," Legolas said close to Boromir's ear, and the human could hear he was smiling. Before Boromir could give any reaction, he felt his legs being forced apart a little further and Legolas pushing up inside him. He hadn't known it was possible to go even deeper and his eyelids fluttered close at the startling, conquering sensation.

Boromir didn't know for how long they were standing there like this, their bodies pressing so close, rubbing against and moving in and around one another. He wasn't even aware of his own guttural groans that had started to erupt again, accompanied by uncontrolled shudders and more sweat. His head swam, his mind had gone all hazy, and if Legolas had not held him in this possessive, hard embrace he would have slipped to the ground already many minutes ago.

After what seemed like an eternity to Boromir, one of Legolas hands snaked around him and down to at last close around his hurting, rockhard erection.

"Now," Legolas groaned, his shivering voice revealing that he was very close as well, and gently bit the human's scarred shoulder while he started to stroke and rub him within his tight fist. "Now, Boromir, come for me!"

Legolas worked so furiously that Boromir lasted only for a few seconds until he burst with an enormously loud noise that sounded almost like a heavy, trembling sob. He climaxed with a powerful eruption, his seed shooting from him, spurting all over his own belly and over the tree. His whole frame quivered from the waves of pleasure that flooded through him, setting his skin on fire and stealing all energy from his body, while his hot liquids pulsated into and over Legolas' masterfully squeezing hand.

Still trembling all over, he let his full weight sink against the tree, utterly spent and exhausted. The overwhelming orgasm had made all his muscles spasm and tense, and so it caused flames of burning pain to lick through the lower part of his body when Legolas thrust into him the next time, forcing the clenched ring of muscle open violently. Boromir had no control over his body, nor over his voice, and so his anguish rang clearly throughout the forest when he shrieked in pain.

Legolas' hand quickly withdrew from Boromir's fading erection and energetically sealed the warrior's mouth to stifle the ear-splitting cry, the tips of his fingers digging in Boromir's cheek while his palm pressed his lips against gritted teeth in a painful way. Boromir gave a muffled sound of agony, only causing Legolas to tighten the lock of his hand. He smelled and tasted the salty, sticky aroma of his own fluids that covered the archer's hand and now were getting spread over his mouth, chin and cheeks since Legolas held to the lower part of his face tightly.

Boromir closed his eyes, defeated, and held still, letting the elf work himself to his climax with harsh force. He felt the fingers of Legolas' other hand dig deeply in his skin as he desperately clawed to Boromir's hip while he rammed into him with heavy impact, rocking the human warrior up against the tree again and again. The grasp got so hard that Boromir thought there would be blood spilling from underneath Legolas' fingers in only a second and he would have cried out again, but his sounds were killed by the elf's sealing hand.

To Boromir's relief it took Legolas only two more energetic thrusts until he reached his peak, spending himself into Boromir's hot depth and biting down on the human's strong shoulder with enough pressure to suppress a scream and leave a mark. Then, he collapsed against Boromir's broad back for some seconds, his heavy breathing hitting the human's damp skin and sending a chill down his spine.

Just when Boromir wanted to say something, the elf tightened his grip around Boromir's waist again, backed away from the tree and brought them both down to the ground, Boromir with his front side down.

He can't seriously want to do it again so quickly, Boromir thought a little panicky and readied himself for fighting Legolas of as soon as he felt anything going up his butt, but nothing like that happened. Instead, the lock of Legolas' hands loosened, and while Boromir took a deep, grateful breath, the elf gently flipped him onto his back. He then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Boromir's mouth ever so softly, licking some of the thick, salty liquid off he had smeared onto the man's face just a few seconds ago. After some silent, peaceful moments in which Legolas tenderly comforted Boromir's bruised lips with his own soft mouth and the tip of his tongue and cleaned his face from earth, sweat and little blood with tender fingertips, he pulled back again slowly and looked at his lover with big eyes, obviously waiting for a reaction.

"That was... *awesome*," Boromir whispered contentedly and let his lids fall close. He was too exhausted to hold his eyes open. "I can't believe you actually did that. I mean, there were moments in which I didn't even understand what exactly you did and how. But it was the best I've ever experienced."

"I only tamed the beast inside of you," Legolas explained modestly, a grin spreading on his face.

"You're really good at it," Boromir stated, cracked one of his eyes half open with some effort and returned the smile. "And rather merciless, too. I swear I will never again call you mild."

"I see you learned your lesson," Legolas replied and gently put a hand on Boromir's firm belly that was moist and sticky with fresh sweat and traces of milky fluid.

"Only because I had the best teacher," Boromir said sleepily.

"You were an eager student," Legolas returned the compliment and started to move his hand over Boromir's stomach, feeling the fine, damp hair underneath his fingertips. He gasped softly when Boromir suddenly wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck to draw him against his lips again, but he accepted the approach anxiously.

The kiss was slow, deep and gentle now. No fight for dominance, no battle of tongues. Just two pairs of soft, sore lips kissing with relish, tenderness and sensitivity. Once the passion ceased again, Legolas lay down close to Boromir's glowing body and sighed satisfied. After a few silent moments of gathering some energy, both of them rose simultaneously and started to dress without saying a word.

"Do you think the others will guess what has happened?" Boromir finally asked when he closed the clasps of his leather coat.

"Are you jesting?" Legolas asked back, fastening the quiver to his back. "Your screams would have woken the dead, I doubt that they were unnoticed by the others."

Boromir stepped closer to Legolas and ran a hand through his silky hair that had become muddled all over from their violent lovemaking.

"Is that so? Well, then I think it would be only fair to let them hear your screams as well some time in future," he stated, smoothing down the long hair with tender strokes.

"I never scream," Legolas stated matter-of-factly while Boromir continued to carefully brush his fingers through the blond strands.

"We will see," Boromir replied with a small grin. Legolas furrowed his brows in bewilderment, a silent question mirroring in his starry eyes.

"Just wait until the beast breaks free again and you will see," Boromir said with a meaningful tone in his deep voice, his grin growing even wider, and then turned away to head back to the camp.

"Is that a threat?" Legolas yelled after him while he squatted down to gather up the wood Boromir had collected earlier.

"No! It's a promise!" Boromir yelled back, causing a smile to spread over Legolas' face.


~ end part one ~

(to be continued in part 2: "Scream If You Wanna Go Faster")