Dare

Disclaimer: I do not own these elves. They are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. I'm just playing with them for fun. No profit is being made or will ever be made.

*************Additiongal warnings: AU, rape, oral, anal, nipple biting, bad kick boxing***************

He couldn’t stop himself. He took in the look of Erestor, naked before him and staring up into his eyes, fear showing perfectly in his delicate features.

After a moment, Glorfindel put his knee on the bed next to Erestor and pushed him down onto the soft mattress. Erestor did not protest; he was too unsure of what was happening. As he watched Glorfindel remove his clothes he couldn’t help but think that this was not something he had ever imagined from his friend. All the time they’d spent together, whether they were just talking or drinking while playing silly games, the walks through the garden, Glorfindel pretending to be interested as Erestor explained whatever book he was reading. No, this wasn’t him, this wasn’t the friend he so cherished and had fallen in love with.

This elf straddling his naked form was someone else, someone he didn’t know.

Glorfindel kneeled on the bed over Erestor and looked down at his face in time to see a tear roll down his cheek. He leaned down and licked it off of his face before kissing him again, deeply and roughly. He heard Erestor whimper into his mouth and could feel his body trying to wriggle free under his weight.

He released his lips from the kiss and stood up. Reaching over him, he grabbed Erestor’s shoulders and forced him to sit up. He stroked his hair gently, feeling the black silk flow through his fingers. Lightly, he pushed Erestor’s head closer to his body.

Erestor understood now what was happening. He wanted nothing more than to get away. All that time he had spent wishing Glorfindel would come to his bed and now… now he wanted to escape. He had never imagined it would be this way. But responding to the pushes, Erestor took Glorfindel’s length into his mouth. He heard him hiss as he moved his head slowly, taking what he could into his mouth without gagging. He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks, no matter how hard he tried. He kept telling himself he wanted this, this was the elf he loved. But deep down inside he knew it was more meaningless than any other lover he had taken. This was a punishment for being him. And he hated himself.

Erestor gagged as Glorfindel gripped a fist full of his hair and pushed himself further into his small mouth. He tried pulling back to keep himself from throwing up, but it was a useless fight. Glorfindel was stronger than him.

Just as he thought he was going to throw up or pass out, Glorfindel released his hair and pushed him back onto the bed, removing his length from Erestor’s mouth. He laid there and looked up. “Glorfindel, why? Why are you doing this to me?”

Glorfindel didn’t respond. He leaned down and sucked on Erestor’s nipple, switching between sucking and licking, before biting him, savoring the soft cry Erestor let slip. He couldn’t fight the thought of how wonderful his skin tasted. Reaching down, he took Erestor’s penis into his hand and started to stroke him hard. If nothing else, he wanted him hard during this. At least then he could lie to himself and say Erestor enjoyed it. This wasn’t wrong.

But Glorfindel’s brain kept screaming for him to stop. This is wrong! You are hurting the one that just yesterday you wanted to spend your life with! You vowed to never allow anyone to ever hurt him, and now here you are. You are making him cry!

He kept torturing Erestor’s nipples and listening to his sobs as he allowed his mind to wander off again. He thought back to a night many months ago when they sat together in the garden. He had not been feeling too happy at that time, and he had chosen Erestor to tell his worries to. Erestor listened so intently. He even welcomed him in to the warmest, kindest hug he’d ever felt, and he’d let Erestor stroke his hair and gently rock him for so long. He’d replayed that moment so many times in his dreams. And he’d wanted so badly for it to never end.

Glorfindel’s head shot up in surprise as Erestor let out a slightly louder cry. He looked down and saw tiny droplets of blood forming around his nipple. He’d bitten too hard. Quickly he looked up into Erestor’s eyes. He was shocked to see his face soaked in tears. He was really doing this. He wasn’t just raping his friend, he was torturing him.

But the ache in his crotch would not allow him to stop now, even though he felt dirty and horrible for what he was doing. Get it over with, the only thing his mind could muster out now. Just finish it and be done with it.

He moved down Erestor’s body and lifted his legs. Placing them on his shoulders, he quickly spit in his hand and tried to coat himself as best he could to make his entrance slightly less painful. Pushing himself inside, he felt Erestor tighten against him, and heard him squeal out in pain. His sobs became harder as Glorfindel thrust himself into him, stroking his legs as he did so.

It felt like forever before his release came and he exploded into Erestor’s body with a gruff moan. He felt even worse knowing he was able to get off on hurting him.

He pulled himself from Erestor and placed his legs down. Crawling back onto the bed, he reached down to grip Erestor’s penis again, hoping to make this ok by stroking him to completion. But when he held him, he could feel that his erection was gone. Erestor wriggled, trying to release himself from his grip. So he opened his hand and released him.

Lying down next to him, Glorfindel looked over at Erestor, who was now staring at him.

“Are you done, Glorfindel?” he choked out through his tears.

Glorfindel was too ashamed to answer, choosing instead to look down at the mattress.

“You have made your point. I am a dirty slut who deserves nothing in life.”
“Erestor, no… I am so sorry…”

“Get out.”

“Erestor, please, I…”

“Get out!”

Erestor was partly sitting now. Glorfindel sat up and stared at him.

“You disgusting monster, get out of here and leave me alone! I don’t care what you think of me, I have done nothing to deserve this! How dare you make me hate myself, even for a moment! I won’t allow you to do that to me. Get out!”

Glorfindel tried to fight back his own tears. Oh, what had he done? This wasn’t the answer. Why had he chosen to do this to his friend, and why had it seemed like such a good idea?

He cried out in pain, pulling him away from his own self pity as he realized Erestor was now on his feet and punching him in the chest.

“Get out of my rooms! I never want to see you again!”

Glorfindel stood and put his hands on Erestor’s shoulders, only to let go again when Erestor’s fist made perfect contact with his nose. He stumbled backward, covering his face from more blows. Erestor spun and delivered a clean kick to Glorfindel’s mid section, sending him reeling backwards, the wind knocked from him.

Regaining himself, Glorfindel made for the door. Flinging it open, he threw himself out and slammed it shut beyond him. He could hear Erestor screaming at the top of his lungs. Leaning against the door, he reached up and touched his quickly swelling nose. He brought back a little blood on his fingertips.

“I deserved that,” he whispered to himself. “I should go back in and let him beat me to death. It is only fair.”

The screams from behind the door had ceased. Taking his chance, he pushed away from the door and sprinted down the hallway to his own rooms. Once inside, he finally felt the panic setting in. Erestor wasn’t going to be quiet about this, and by the morning he would feel the wrath of Elrond. Or worse, he’d awaken to find Erestor over him, ready to run him through with his own knives.

He paced, trying to weigh his options. He considered running, trying to get away from Imladris the best he could before anyone heard of his deeds. So many bad ideas crossed his mind; he even considered going back and killing Erestor. That thought angered him worse. He’d done enough to Erestor, why kill him to top it off?

A final thought crossed his mind. Straightening his robes, he left his rooms again.
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Elrond woke with a start to the sound of pounding on his door.

“Elrond! It is Glorfindel! Wake up!”

“Come in, my friend!”

Glorfindel pushed open the door and quickly came in. Elrond took in the startled look on his friend’s face, as well as the blood running from his nose, and sat up completely. “What is it? Has something happened?”

Glorfindel choked on the words. “I… I… Elrond… I’ve done something horrible.”

Elrond gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“I have hurt Erestor.”

“Erestor? How have you hurt him?”

“Elrond… I raped him. I don’t know what came over me, but I forced myself on him.”

Elrond said nothing. Glorfindel stared at the look of complete shock on his face.

“You… raped him?”

The tears began to flow down Glorfindel’s face and he fell to his knees. “Yes! I don’t know what is wrong with me or why I did it, but I hurt him, Elrond, I hurt him! So badly!” He looked up at Elrond. His face no longer showed shock, but anger.

Glorfindel swallowed hard. “I will take whatever you give, my Lord.”