Touching Tomorrow

Title: Touching Tomorrow – Part four

Author: Charlie and Keiliss (for this chapter)

Beta: keiliss

Contact: legolaslovesaragorn@yahoo.co.uk or glorfindelanderestor@yahoo.co.uk

scrapcat21@yahoo.com (keiliss)

Type: FPS

Pairing: Erestor/Elrond

Rating for this chapter: NC -17

Warnings for this chapter: Very AU, Graphic sex, Violence, implied M-Preg

Disclaimer: Don’t own these elves, sadly.

A/N : this chapter is in alternate POV's.

Chapter 4

Erestor

I am in the bathroom, preparing myself for bed. My movements are smooth, automatic, following the routine set down for me so long ago that I no longer give it much thought. My body aches, my mind is numb. Turning on the taps, I fill the sink with warm water, and drop my flannel into it to soak while I quickly rid myself of my clothes, which I put into the washing basket.

Picking up my cloth, I begin by washing my hand and up my arms, as well as my feet. Elrond is fanatical about cleanliness, great displeasure would await me if I failed to wash thoroughly enough for him… I can't stand it when he is disappointed in me.

Moving on, I quickly wipe over my chest and legs. I rinse the flannel in the sink and, frowning to myself in the mirror, take extra care as I wash my abdomen, then move lower.

"He doesn't mean to…. Just too stressed..." I murmur to myself softly, hardly aware I have done so out loud. I know Elrond is under a lot of stress at work… it's not his fault he's feeling so much pressure… it’s only natural to want to let it out…

I'm sure things will be better when he feels more settled, I'm sure they will, and then this pain will be gone…

It has been weeks since he last sought pleasure with me, but every night I prepare myself thoroughly, as always. The thought of not doing so is inconceivable. I hastily wash the flannel and empty the sink, drying my whole body quickly with a fluffy towel.

I pick up the skimpy, red, silk tunic which Elrond had handed to me wordlessly almost as soon as we entered the bedroom. Grimacing as I put it on, I check my appearance in the mirror. The tunic is no favourite of mine, it clings and outlines my body in a manner that is almost obscene, but Elrond has a liking for it and to please him makes my pain worthwhile. Perhaps, after all, despite his earlier anger and coldness, tonight we will do more than sleep.

I miss his touch so very much. I can forget any little problems we might have when he touches me…Perhaps I can lighten his mood, and he will be happy again…we will be happy again.

Walking slowly from the bathroom I find Elrond waiting for me, a small half smile playing upon his lips, and I smile nervously in return, still scared after our argument. He beckons me closer, and I hope silently that things are back to normal.

Elrond

I watch the bathroom door, and as Erestor comes into view I can feel a smile playing at my lips. The glowing red draws attention to his fair skin and dark hair, he is moving with slow, sensual grace. For the first time in weeks I feel my body begin to burn with need for the release he offers. I am surprised that I have the energy, considering that I had to chastise him earlier for his failings, but in this one thing, at least, he can usually be relied upon to perform impeccably.

Erestor

Swaying slightly, I move to where he sits, praying our argument is forgotten for now. I straddle his legs lightly as I reach him, sitting facing him, and I almost sigh in relief as his hands slide smoothly up my back. I shiver, leaning forward to brush our lips together, their soft moistness clinging to each other as I pull back, before leaning in again for a second kiss. I need the reassurance that he still loves me, and that he needs this closeness, as I do.


Elrond

He slinks towards me where I sit upon the edge of the bed. As he straddles my legs, I put my arms round him, sliding my hands under the silky fabric and up his soft, smooth back. I feel his warm breath against my face as he leans down for a kiss.

His earlier disobedience flashes through my mind, but I decide to permit him to have the kisses he seems to crave. He will be more responsive later if I spend a little time on this nonsense now. I press my lips to his, only to feel him pull back, then return, displaying more urgency this time.

Erestor

My hands slide up his body, coming to rest behind his neck. My fingers are wrapped in his long hair, and he continues to tilt his face up towards me. My heart begins to beat faster, because I can feel him deepening our kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth, twining with mine. I whimper softly, melting under the love I have missed in the last few weeks.

Elrond

I can feel his hands sliding up my back as mine come to rest on his hips, feel his fingers wrap in my hair as I tilt my head upwards to deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth while he moans softly. I am amused by my ability to arouse him with such simple actions as kisses and light caresses.

Erestor

Pressing against his body I rub the hardness I can feel beneath me, attempting to please him. When I finally cause him to groan, I find myself smiling against his lips. I continue to move slowly against him, and when the kiss finally ends both of us are gasping for breath.

Elrond’s face is slightly flushed now. He gives me a quick, meaningful look and then our mouths meet once more in a hard, passionate kiss, and I know he has had his fill of kissing, and touching me. My heart hurts, because no matter how I try I can never please him enough to persuade him to continue with this show of love…. but I know that Elrond is right, as always, when he says that if I went out and worked as he does I, too, would have neither time nor inclination to waste my energy on such irrelevant details.…

Elrond

I groan involuntarily as his lithe body continues rubbing against mine. It has taken him quite long enough to remember to attend to my needs as well as having his own satisfied. I break the kiss and find that I am gasping for breath. My face feels hot and flushed, as does the rest of me.

This adolescent cuddling has gone on for quite long enough, I decide, and I quickly take Erestor's lips in a deep, hard kiss, a reminder to him that there are more important things to see to than his romantic daydreams, an unfortunate flaw in an otherwise satisfactory lover, one which I have never been able to completely eliminate..

Erestor

Suddenly Elrond stands, holding me firmly up against him as he turns towards the bed. He lies me down on my back and follows after me, his body hovering just above mine as we conclude the kiss. Unusually, even though my heart flutters, as always, in excitement, something inside can’t help but feel a little resentful and hurt. And cheated.

Elrond

I grip Erestor tightly and stand, lifting him easily as he is slender almost to the point of thinness, and weighs very little. I turn and, without breaking the kiss, lay him back onto the bed, following after him.

Erestor

Elrond rubs against my lower body in a rush of panting breaths, and I can see that he is impatient to continue. He has spent far less time than usual kissing me, and for this reason I am less aroused than he is.

I am also constantly aware of the pain in my ribs, and taking care to lie in such a way as to avoid having his weight resting on me. He rolls from atop me, looking for and finding the lube which is on his bedside table. Moving back, he looks down at me through lust-darkened eyes.

Lust alone. At last I really see it for what it is …..

Elrond

I lie just above his light frame, rubbing myself suggestively against him. His legs part, giving me access to his body. Reaching out to the bedside table, I mutter in irritation as I fail to find what I need. I am forced to sit up and move closer before my fingers find and wrap around the lube.

Erestor

“Hands and knees, Pet…” he orders huskily, and I can feel him avidly watching my every move. This has always been my least favourite position. Tonight, as I follow his orders while trying to deny the expression I had seen on his face earlier, I actually feel dirty.

I pull the tunic up over my hips to my waist, the way he likes it, lay out the towel, kept folded at the end of the bed for this very reason, and then turn to crouch crosswise on the bed, so that he can watch us couple in the dressing table mirror. I take my weight on elbows and knees, spreading my legs wide and willingly for him once I am in position.

Just like a well trained whore.

Elrond

“Hands and knees Pet...” I order, and sit back to watch. My eyes follow his every move as he quickly pulls the tunic up around his hips, the red contrasting against the creamy skin in almost the same way as a bruise, and almost as excitingly.

He spreads the towel and then positions himself over it on the bed, spreading his legs sluttishly for me, resembling nothing more closely than what he is, a bitch on heat.

Erestor

I can feel him moving behind me, then a slick finger at my entrance, which circles a moment before pushing in deeply, drawing a gasp from my mouth as it slides in sharply, showing his impatience. I pant heavily as I feel the finger wiggle about before it withdraws, after which two push in together, stretching me roughly as they scissor, then leave.

The love in his touch is absent as he hurriedly prepares me, impatient to continue in his need to satisfy his lust. Had it not been necessary for his comfort, I wonder, fleetingly, if he would have taken the trouble to prepare me at all.

Elrond

Moving closer, I quickly uncap the lube and squeeze some onto my fingers. Impatiently rubbing at his puckered entrance, I hurriedly push one finger in, licking my lips as I hear Erestor gasp. Moving it around, I withdraw it and return with another, pushing them both in and scissoring them roughly before removing them. I do as little as I need, merely enough to ease my way, so that he remains virginally tight.

There are nights when I can spend endless time at this amusement, watching his face and the movements of my hand both here and reflected in the mirror, adding one finger after the other, eventually inserting my entire fist, seeing how deep and how hard I can thrust before he is forced to scream in response. However, tonight is not the time for play. My need for release becomes more urgent by the moment.

Erestor

Looking over my shoulder, I see Elrond hastily using the lube to prepare himself. Gripping the bedcovers tightly, I whimper. My need is an immediate response as he presses the slicked head against my entrance, and his strong, long-fingered hands grasp my buttocks, almost brutally spreading me open further.

I need him as well, I am hard and ready and our bodies have always fitted together almost perfectly. I want him …. and yet. don’t. I want him to love me, as I have always believed he does, regardless of his occasional temper and selfishness… I want to remain blissfully ignorant of what I saw tonight, of what I am reluctantly beginning to understand…

Elrond

Taking the lube again I hastily squeeze some into my hand, and, wrapping my hand around my arousal, I moan as I stroke firmly, coating my cock with the clear, slippery substance. I unhand myself as soon as the slick gel has been applied. I have no wish to come too soon, and certainly not in this manner. I move behind Erestor, and press the slick head against his very tight entrance, my hands grip him, separating his cheeks, laying him completely open to me.

Erestor

Pressing back carefully, trying to ignore the nagging questions and doubts, I moan as he sinks at once right to the hilt inside me, stretching me painfully. He withdraws almost completely before slamming back in, giving me no time to adjust.

As ever, he finds my pleasure spot almost at once. Fiery sparks of desire shoot through my body as he sets the pace, and I begin to move with him as he pounds into me. There is no time now for thought, no room in my mind for anything save my increasing need, and my worries are, thankfully, pushed aside for now.

Elrond

For a moment I look at his tiny entrance, glistening with lube, and wonder, briefly, how such a tiny hole had, in the past, managed to accommodate my fist. Then, grasping him even tighter, I thrust myself deep into his barely prepared body, hissing in pleasure as his passage grips my cock tightly in its silken sheath. My excitement is intense; I feel almost as though I am forcing him. I pull almost completely out of him, before driving back in, and then, setting a fast pace, proceed to pound into his firm, almost virginal, backside, both of us uttering low groans of pleasure.

Erestor

My own moans are louder now as I rock in time with Elrond’s hard thrusts, our timing perfect, keeping the balance of force equal. My breath comes quickly, and each deep, forceful thrust rocks me forward, my arms just holding me up. I can feel his nails digging hard into my hips, his hands probably bruising my sensitive skin – I bruise far too easily, he says.

The fluttering urgency increases for me, the pressure builds and builds within me, my erection is beginning to throb with need, and I buck against him wildly as he pounds into me, each thrust sending shocks of electric heat through me until, eyes tightly closed, every muscle in my body locked in tension, I scream my release and come on to the towel.

Elrond

I can feel Erestor’s urgent response to me, and I love the power my cock has over him, the way it can so completely control him, reduce him to grunting and gasping like an animal, breech him and immediately force him to behave like the whore he is…

My nails dip deep into his hips as I move faster, panting heavily at each deep, hard thrust. I feel his muscles beginning to bunch, hear the incoherent moans and whimpers, feel the sweat starting to form on his skin, causing my hands to slip a little as they grasp him. He shakes his head from side to side and then throws it back, crying out as his internal muscles spasm and clamp around my cock with a grip that is painfully tight and intensely exciting.

Erestor

Gasping for breath, still shaking, I keep still, while he starts to move faster, ever faster within me. Suddenly, he thrusts with more force that I had expected, and I am knocked forward onto the bed and, with a sharp cry of pain, land heavily on my ribs.

Elrond moves his hands down from my hips to the insides of my tights, forcing me open while he keeps thrusting, close now to his own release, unaware and uncaring of my plight as, with each thrust hurting more than the last, I am pushed repeatedly against the mattress. The pain is agonizing, and I struggle frantically against him, trying to get him to stop.

Elrond

Pounding into him with all my strength, I feel Erestor lose his balance and fall forward onto the bed, a loud cry leaving his lips. Groaning with effort, I keep thrusting, gripping the insides of his thighs so tightly I can feel my fingers sinking deeply into the flesh, as I spread them wider, making it easier for me to continue fucking him as deeply as I want to, need to, have to. In moments I am thrusting so hard that I drive him up the bed with each stroke.

I feel him struggling beneath me which, combined with the position we are lying in, and his incoherent cries, makes the whole experience feel closer to rape than an act of consent. The thought wipes out all awareness for me of anything and everything save the tightness of his passage and the sense of him writhing, struggling, twisting under my hands……

Erestor

“Elrond...stop… Please…” I plead, struggling harder, pain knifing through me, my panic rising as he seems not to hear me… or deliberately ignores me…

Scrabbling against the bed with desperate fingers, I try and gain some purchase. Pushing against the sheets I manage to scramble to my hands and knees once more. Somehow in the struggle, at the point where he has withdrawn almost all the way out of me preparatory to slamming back in, my foot manages to connect with Elrond’s testicles ….. hard.

Elrond

He moans and cries out pitifully, no doubt deliberately fueling my fantasy as I continue to delve deep within him, my climax coming closer at each hot thrust. I lean forward, trying to hold onto his shoulders, both to keep him still and to help me retain my balance.

For some reason, Erestor chooses this moment to scramble to his knees, and his heel catches my balls hard enough to render me, for a moment, wordless with agony. The moment is brief, after which I find words as well as the actions to match them.

Swearing loudly, I pull out of him, pain still blinding me as I grab his chin, wrenching his head up to look at me.

Erestor

“Fuck!” Elrond curses loudly, pulling out roughly and reaching forward to grab my chin, forcing me to blink back my tears of pain and fear and to look at him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he hisses, eyes like slits. My heart pounds rapidly against my ribs in fright, and I swallow and bow my head before his furious glare. The room is ominously still save for our breathing.

“I…I…didn’t…” I stutter, knowing that if I tell him that my ribs have hurt since he was driven to raise his hand to me when I made him angry earlier, it will sound like an accusation. I know that whatever I say will be wrong; I have moments to decide which will be the lesser of several evils.

Elrond

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I hiss furiously, still panting with pain and reaction. I glare at him, unable to believe that this could have happened. Incompetent thought he so often is, I found it almost impossible to believe that even Erestor would have done something this unforgivably clumsy.

“I...I. didn’t…” he stutters, and I’m disgusted by his lack of ability to answer simple questions or take responsibility for his actions.

Erestor

“What are you playing at, Erestor? Everything was fine a few moments ago, till you got what you needed. Now you need nothing more from me, you think you can get away with behaving like this? Do you for one minute think you can just use me for your pleasure, then act like a complete fool, kick me ….KICK ME…and then leave me unsatisfied?” Elrond growls through gritted teeth. He reaches out and grabs my arm tightly and pulls me forcefully across his legs and into his lap. “That’s not how it works, Erestor.”

“No...that’s not...” I begin, but I’m cut short as Elrond’s hand grasps me just above the knee and pulls my legs apart, forcing them further open with his thigh, while his other hand grips my wrist, twisting it sharply.

Elrond

“Do you for one minute think you can just use me for your pleasure, then act like a complete fool, kick me ….KICK ME…and then leave me unsatisfied?” I growl, grabbing his arm and wrenching him forward across my lap. The pain is waning and being replaced by a different form of discomfort and I am reminded how close I had been to completion. “That’s not how it works, Erestor.”

He stutters excuses again, but I cannot be bothered to listen to his self-serving lies, and I twist his wrist sharply in warning as I force my way between his legs.

Erestor

Whimpering, I look at Elrond. His breathing is coming faster again, that look of pure lust is returning to his face, but his eyes are deadly. Letting go of my wrist, he moves both of his hands to my hips, and lifts me up. The pain that shoots through me is indescribable. For a moment everything goes black around me but I have just the presence of mind to bite back the cry and I quickly clutch at his shoulders for balance as he abruptly lowers me onto his thick length, thrusting up while at the same time pushing down hard on my hips.

Elrond

I look at Erestor, and in some strange way I think my anger actually fuels and intensifies the degree of arousal the sight of him induces. His eyes are fearful and submissive, his lips are bruised, as I assume his hips and thighs to be, and his hair is wild and tangled, making him look exactly like the debauched and well used whore he is. My whore.

Lifting him up by the hips, I quickly force him down, impaling him on my still hard shaft, hearing him gasp and feeling his hands scrabbling frantically at my shoulders.

Erestor

I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he less than gently impales me, I try to relax my muscles around him as he starts thrusting roughly up into my body, his fingers once more clenching into me painfully. He begins to grunt with each thrust and we start moving faster and faster.

To my shame, despite my pain, despite my fear, despite the tight, dangerous expression on his face, each violent stroke to my prostate causes me to draw a gasping, shuddering breath as dark pleasure courses through me, and soon he no longer needs to force my body to move upon him. I grip his shoulders more tightly, my eyes closed, until, with a sense of utter self loathing, I come, my seed spewing onto his stomach.

My muscles clenching around him are all that is needed to take him to his peak as well, and he gives a hoarse cry and thrusts up as he holds me by the hips, firmly pressed against him while he finds relief within me.

He remains completely still for a moment, his face expressionless, then he jerks out of me roughly, shoving me almost violently away from him. His anger has returned, and is increased by the fact that he is now soiled with my seed. Without a word, he gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom to clean himself off.

Elrond

Thrusting up into his hot passage once more, I brutally claim him, forcing him to ride atop me, enduring what seems to be extreme discomfort from the way his face contorts at each stroke. The slut, though, has no shame, and is unable to resist the powerful thrusts of my cock within him. Soon he is gasping and hissing through his teeth, and riding on me as wildly as I could ever wish.

Within minutes he is gripping my shoulders, throwing his head back, that black hair whipping back and forth, and finally, with a growling sound, he comes, his seed spurting over my chest and stomach. He clenches rhythmically and unbelievably tightly around my cock and I cry out loudly as I finally achieve my release.

Panting heavily, I lean back on my hands for a minute, my mind empty, and then the way Erestor has behaved starts to come back to me. The full effect of his actions, added to the fact that his seed is dripping revoltingly down my chest to my stomach, hits me now that my mind is free from lust.

Pulling out roughly from him, I dump him on the bed, shoving him away from my body in disgust.

Erestor

“Sleep at the end of the bed," he hisses at me angrily,” You have no business sleeping beside me, you slut!” And he’s gone, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

Elrond

Getting up from the bed, I glance back and see he hasn’t moved from where I dropped him. Well, his little ploy for sympathy will find no response here.

“Sleep at the end of the bed," I hiss at him angrily. “You have no business sleeping beside me.”

I feel the slimy liquid dripping further down my stomach and, shaking my head in revulsion, I storm into the bathroom, to wash the scent of him from my skin. I slam the door behind me.

Erestor

Lying here, I can feel the cold trickle of his seed down the back of my thighs, and I wonder briefly if that is all it is. He was certainly rough enough to have torn me, and badly too, but the tremors wracking my frame and the on-going, pulsing agony in the general area of my ribs have left me too shocked to care. Crawling to the end of the bed, I cover my body with the towel, which is still damp with my seed... Coughs wrack my frame as I lie there, and eventually I drift into an uneasy sleep.


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Sometime later, Elrond returns to the room, acting as though there is no one else there - crawling under the proper covers, shoving his feet carelessly under Erestor’s limp body as he gets comfortable.

Erestor is jolted awake as Elrond climbs into bed, and the coughs attack him once more now he is conscious, but he holds back, for if he disturbs Elrond…

Even the end of the bed is better than the floor, or worse…

TBC


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