Something Special, Something Sacred

Imladris, Third Age 2032

Erestor walked into Elrond's office, a faint smile on his lips. That smile broadened when Elrond looked up from the stack of papers on the desk. He sat down gracefully, crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap. "Maer aur, Hîren."

"Maer aur, Erestor," Elrond replied, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What have you done that brings you here so early... and with such an expression upon your face? And where is Glorfindel? He has yet to appear this morning."

He chuckled. "Glorfindel has chosen to spend the day resting. He seems to have had a rough night."

Elrond raised an eyebrow expectantly and sipped his tea.

"He found out," he said simply.

"Found out?" Elrond's gaze darkened in concern. "How?"

Erestor waved his hand, dismissing the alarm he saw in his friend's face. "He overheard Haldir and Lindir two days past, in one of the gardens. He mistook their words about the activities I used to engage in with them as abuse and promiscuity."

Elrond put his teacup down. "Was he very angry?"

"He was more confused than angry. But, I spoke with him at length about that aspect of my life, and he has accepted it." Erestor grinned at Elrond.

Erestor watched his Lord's eyes cloud in confusion and then realization dawned upon the ageless face. "And he had a rough night because...?" Elrond leaned forward with wide-eyes.

"Because I bruised his backside with a hairbrush."

Elrond's mouth worked for a moment, but no sound would come forth. Finally, after taking another sip of his tea, he was able to get his thoughts out. "You didn't."

He looked at Elrond through veiled eyes, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. "Well, at first I used my hand, but I felt he could handle a hairbrush."

The Imladris Lord relaxed into his chair, chuckling. "Hmm. That sounds awfully familiar, Erestor."

Erestor inclined his head. "I did learn from the best."

"Was that all you did? You simply smacked him around?"

"Nay!" Erestor furrowed his brow. "I started him the same way you started me: naked, posed and collared."

"Where did you find a collar for him so soon, meldir?" Elrond asked in astonishment.

Erestor's smile returned, a little sheepish this time. "I had it made for him years ago. I just never knew if I was ever going to speak to him about it. I had almost given up on using it when he brought it up that night."

"So... how did he do?"

"Extremely well, actually," Erestor replied, reaching across the desk to pick up Elrond's teacup and take a delicate sip of the warm liquid. Elrond looked at him askance, but he ignored the Peredhel as he set the cup back down. "He did make eye contact a couple of times, but otherwise I was impressed."

"A couple of times? You did not brace him after the first infraction?"

Erestor frowned. He recalled his first night submitting to Elrond. He had been nervous, much the same way as Glorfindel had been. He'd been bound not unlike his lover had been, and he'd made the same mistake; he turned and looked at Elrond. Elrond barely paused, as though he'd been expecting the slip. His master had fitted a large restraint around his neck that prevented him from turning his head. It was a heavy device, and Erestor had employed it on more than one occasion himself since becoming the master. "I did not. It seemed... unnecessary."

"That does not sound like you, Erestor. I have never known you to be lenient during a first training."

"He corrected himself quickly," Erestor replied defensively. "So much is new to him that I thought it best to allow him a small measure of compassion."

"Be careful, melethron vrûn," Elrond said gently. "I know that you love Glorfindel very much, but it is not wise to allow such disobedience to become ingrained."

"Do not fear, Hîren. I have not forgotten what you taught me, both beneath your lash and beside it. What I offered him was but a sample of my life before meeting him. I do not know if he will choose to continue in that manner. Be assured, though, that if he does, I will be certain to curb that curiosity of his."

Elrond nodded. "I trust that you know what is best. I would not have allowed so submissive a partner to leave my service if I did not feel that your potential to lead far surpassed your talent to serve."

"A decision for which my past partners would either praise you or curse you, if only they knew 'twas you who made it," Erestor retorted with a wry grin. He stood, inclining his head slightly in a gesture of respect. "Unfortunately, my backside is not bruised, and so I must to my duties. Maer aur, Elrond."

"Maer aur," the Elf-lord replied before returning his attention, with a heavy sigh, to an imposing stack of papers on his desk.

*****

Erestor opened the door, balancing the heavy tray in one hand and a stack of papers in another. He looked beyond the main room and into the bedroom, where he could see Glorfindel still in the bed on his stomach. Erestor was sure his lover's backside was still quite tender. He smiled to himself as he made his way into the room; he was happy Glorfindel had agreed to the session, now he just feared the Elda's reaction.

His smile brightened when Glorfindel looked away from the book he was reading. "Good evening, melethen," he said, setting the tray down.

Glorfindel smiled and Erestor's heart warmed at the sight. "Good evening, Councilor."

"I brought you your evening meal. I did not think you would feel like coming to the main hall to eat." Erestor waved at the tray and fidgeted with his papers. He felt slightly off balance; he didn't know how to treat this situation. Erestor had never been so unnerved after a session as he did now.

He watched Glorfindel struggle slightly to sit up, his motions slow and deliberate, ignoring the stab of guilt he felt when his lover winced with pain. Glorfindel motioned to the papers. "You brought work with you?"

Erestor sat on the edge of the bed beside Glorfindel and looked at the stack of correspondence he held. "I was behind this day in my work. It seems I was... distracted and could not pay enough attention to what I was doing. I brought home some of it in order not to be so far behind in the morning."

His lover nodded and began to pick at the plates of food he had brought. Erestor watched Glorfindel eat the cheeses and bread, leaving the meats and fruits behind. "Are you not hungry, meleth? You usually eat far more than that in one sitting."

"I have little appetite, Erestor," Glorfindel said softly, not looking at the dark-haired Advisor.

"Glorfindel? Will you not look at me?" Erestor's heart squeezed within his breast. When the Elda still did not raise his eyes, Erestor sighed softly. "I had not wished for you to know that." He stared at his hands. "I did not think you would submit, and if you did, I was certain I would not find you in our chambers the following morning. I was always afraid to share myself with you." Erestor knew tears would come if he let them, but he swallowed them. "We never have to do that again, pen-vain."

He was so engrossed in his hands that he jumped when Glorfindel's hand cupped his cheek. Erestor looked into bottomless sky-blue eyes and offer a watery smile. "Melin chen, Glorfindel."

"I do not pretend to understand everything, melethen. But, I wish that I did." Erestor listened to the gentle, even tones of his lover's voice. "It was not entirely unpleasant," Glorfindel offered after a pause.

Erestor thought for a moment before he replied. "You do know how much I love you, and that I would be perfectly content for the rest of eternity with you should we not continue these games?"

Glorfindel's face clouded slightly. "How could you not do this? You cannot tell me that this is not who you are. I could see it in your eyes, the lack of uncertainty, the steadiness and confidence. So many years you went without this form of release, how could you go back to what we had?"

"I would do it for you, rawen. With or without the play, I love you and am content to simply be your lover. Always." (my lion)

"Aye, melethen, I know. And that is why I know I can trust you to see me through."

Erestor scanned his lover's face for any sign of indecision. Finding none, his eyes darkened and his lips twisted into a wry grin. "Then am I to understand that you would not object to further training sessions?"

"I would not object," Glorfindel said simply.

"Then there is something that I need to show you." Erestor stood up from the bed and walked to the large tapestry that hung on the side wall. It was the same tapestry that he'd come out from behind the previous evening. He'd hung it there just before Glorfindel moved into his room. He'd told himself at the time that it was in order to avoid the inevitable questions, but ten years of hindsight revealed the true reason to be nothing more than fear and a little shame.

"I have cared deeply for all my partners throughout the centuries," he explained, "but I have only been in love with one other in all that time. That relationship began much as ours did, with no mention of my ... proclivities. At that time, this tapestry did not hang here." Erestor gathered the heavy fabric onto the crook of his arm and pushed it aside, revealing a wooden door leading to an adjacent chamber.

"I ordinarily kept this room locked when it was not in use, but as fate would have it, I was cleaning in there when I was called away on an errand from Elrond. In my haste, I left the door unlocked. My lover was always the curious sort, and could not resist the opportunity to peek inside."

Glorfindel looked pensive. "And what did your lover see? What is in this room, Erestor?"

"Come and see," he replied hoarsely. His throat was suddenly dry, and he felt his legs trembling as Glorfindel crossed the room and stood beside him. Erestor produced a key from his robes and unlocked the door, opening it before another's eyes for the first time in over a decade.

Glorfindel lifted a candle from the nearby sconce and held it before him as he looked inside. Erestor held his breath -- he could only imagine what was going through the golden warrior's mind at this moment. When Glorfindel stepped fully into the room, Erestor followed, taking a candle of his own and draping the tapestry over the now-empty holder. He lit the two oil lamps just inside the door and adjusted the light to a more comfortable level. Glorfindel set his candle down and gaped at the contents of the room.

Erestor followed his lover's eyes around the perimeter. Along the wall to the right were two large wooden structures. The first was made from an old round dining table. The legs closest to the wall had been shortened somewhat, so that the table sloped downward. The second structure consisted of two wide boards, each over two meters long, nailed together in a tall, narrow 'X' and inclined backward slightly. Both were fitted with iron rings for the attachment of restraints. Between them hung a chain suspended from the ceiling by means of a pulley system. The chain, too, ended in an iron ring.

The back wall also consisted of various methods of restraint: in this case, shackles of several designs attached, dungeon-style, to the wall. The left wall was reserved for storage. Whips, riding crops, and floggers of every description were hung on this wall, grouped together by style and length. A large armoire was set into the corner and contained the remainder of Erestor's toys and implements. The same compulsion of neatness that kept his office spotless was also employed within the drawers of that armoire; all the clamps, blindfolds, gags, and phalluses were painstakingly organized and regularly cleaned.

"This is my playroom." Erestor's voice sounded small, even in the enclosed space. "When my lover saw this, he immediately jumped to an indecorous conclusion, confronted me about it, and would not be swayed by my attempts at explanation. Things between us never recovered, and I decided that all of this," he gestured around the room, "was not something that could be shared with a lover."

Erestor moved behind Glorfindel and snaked an arm around his waist. "I want you to know that I never wanted to deceive you. This is a part of who I am, but it is not *all* of who I am. I would choose you over this if it came to that. Every time."

Glorfindel leaned his weight back against Erestor, his eyes fixed on something Erestor could not determine. After a moment's pause, the Elda pushed away from him and walked to the armoire. Hanging from a small hook on the side was the collar Erestor had fitted on him the previous night. While Erestor watched, dumbfounded, Glorfindel shrugged off his dressing gown, quickly twisted and tied his hair, took the collar from the hook, and fastened it around his neck. He turned, gloriously naked, and returned to stand before Erestor. Slowly, Glorfindel raised his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, staring straight ahead without looking at the stunned Noldo.

A wave of relief crashed over Erestor, and he rushed forward with the swell of it, grabbing Glorfindel around the waist and kissing him roughly. Not until the fair-haired Elf began to yield to the kiss and lean against him did Erestor fully shift into his more dominant persona. He pulled back from the kiss suddenly, slapping Glorfindel hard across the backside. The Elda gasped and instantly straightened his posture, much to Erestor's delight.

"Do not move," he ordered roughly. "And you are to restrain your release until I say otherwise."

"Yes, sir," Glorfindel responded, a trace of a smile ghosting across his lips.

Erestor slid his hands down Glorfindel's chest, caressing the tightly muscled form. When he reached his lover's firm shaft, he wrapped his fingers around the flesh and began to stroke gently. He could feel Glorfindel's body straining to remain motionless, but the blond did not move. Erestor stroked faster, pausing occasionally to brush his thumb across the sensitive head, and still Glorfindel did not shift.

"Very good," he said approvingly. He meant it, too. Erestor did not give idle praise, as it was as detrimental as meaningless punishments. Glorfindel's cock twitched in his hand, but that was the only response. Also very good, he deemed.

Erestor took Glorfindel's face in his hands, looking into the deep blue eyes. Slowly and deliberately, he leaned forward and slid his tongue across Glorfindel's upper lip. Glorfindel continued to be deliciously unresponsive, so Erestor drew the Elda's bottom lip into his mouth and sucked and nipped playfully at the tender skin. His hands slid down Glorfindel's chest, capturing each nipple between a finger and thumb, pinching slightly. Erestor kept that grip even as he lowered himself to his knees in front of Glorfindel.

Glorfindel's throbbing member hovered inches from his face. The tip glistened with moisture. Erestor looked up at Glorfindel, as he had from this position countless times in the past. This night, though, he saw not the loving pools of azure looking down at him, but instead the concentrated, forward-looking stare of the dutiful submissive. The sight took his breath away, and there was nothing for it but to plunge his warm mouth around Glorfindel's length.

Glorfindel gasped reflexively, but Erestor allowed it. He hadn't, after all, told Glorfindel not to make a sound. That training would come later. Erestor drew more of the taut shaft into his mouth, running his tongue along the skin. He thrust his mouth again and again down his lover's firmness. Glorfindel's breath came in shuddering sighs, and Erestor could feel the tension in the Elda's body as he struggled to maintain control. Erestor did not relent yet, though, but continued to assault Glorfindel's cock with his mouth. When at last Glorfindel's legs began to tremble, his gasps became whimpers through clenched teeth, and his entire body seemed as tight as a bowstring, Erestor released the tortured flesh, standing gracefully.

He waited until Glorfindel had steadied himself and the worst of the shaking passed. Glorfindel's body was slick with sweat from his exertions, and his chest heaved with every gulp of air he took. Some of his hair had escaped the loose knot and hung limply around his face. Erestor had always found the sight to be intoxicating on his previous partners. On Glorfindel, the vision was positively paralyzing.

"Move to the back wall," he heard himself saying as he emerged from the trance of Glorfindel's beauty. Glorfindel kept his hands behind his neck as he turned and began to walk, but Erestor called out for him to stop. "Hands by your side," he ordered. "Fingers curled, thumbs pointing to the floor."

Glorfindel hastily complied. He did not look back at Erestor, but the Noldo could imagine the expression of confusion that must have been on Glorfindel's face at that moment. He had just ordered his lover, the Seneschal of Imladris, to stand, naked and collared, at military attention.

"You recognize this, I am certain," Erestor explained casually. "Here, though, it is Position Two. Unless otherwise instructed, this is the position you will use when walking. Now, continue to the back wall. A bar is fastened in the corner to your left, and a line is marked on the floor. Stand on the line and grasp the bar with both hands."

"Yes, sir," Glorfindel replied without turning. He marched, military fashion, to the wall, turned smartly to the left, and strode to the indicated line. The mark was half a meter from the wall, and the bar was at about shoulder height, so Glorfindel had to lean over and down in order to comply with Erestor's orders.

That, of course, was the point, thought Erestor wryly. He did not watch Glorfindel get into position; there was no need. Instead, he walked to the equipment wall and selected a basic flogger from the wide selection. The strips of black leather were of a medium width and reasonably softened to give just the right balance of pressure and sting. He gave a couple of experimental swings and judged the flogger to be acceptable. Finally, he opened the armoire and selected a phial of oil, slipping it into the pocket of his robes before moving behind Glorfindel.

He laid the tails of the flogger across Glorfindel's back, sliding the leather straps sensually across the bare skin. Erestor saw the Elda's muscles tense at the unexpected sensation, and continued to gently tease the leather across his back until he began to relax. When Glorfindel was more comfortable with the touch of the flogger, Erestor flicked his wrist, snapping the tails across Glorfindel's backside. The contact was fleeting and more for the sound than for the sting. Nonetheless, Glorfindel flinched at the blow, but, to his credit, did not turn or move away.

Erestor placed a few more strikes across the fleshy part of Glorfindel's backside, varying the intensity until he was able to gauge his lover's tolerance. Then, settling into a swordsman's ready stance, Erestor swung the flogger in broad diagonal strokes, covering Glorfindel's back and buttocks with the stinging tails. The swipes were not enough to raise welts, or even leave much of a mark beyond a slight pinkness, but within a few minutes, Glorfindel's knuckles had turned white from the strain with which he was gripping the iron rod.

"Are you well, pen-dithen?" Erestor asked gently, pausing in his work as he became aware of the sheen of sweat covering Glorfindel's body and the tension in his lover's arms and legs. (little one)

Glorfindel was panting as he replied, "Yes, sir."

"Very good." Erestor stepped closer to Glorfindel, pressing himself fully against the Elda's naked form. He draped his arms over Glorfindel's shoulders, caressing the blond's chest with his free hand.

"Open your mouth," he purred close to Glorfindel's ear. When Glorfindel did as he was told, Erestor held the handle of the flogger in both hands in front of Glorfindel's mouth, and slid the leather between his teeth. "Bite down, hold that there, and make no sound."

Erestor stepped back when the flogger was firmly held in his lover's mouth. The mass of color on Glorfindel's back was fading, leaving behind a criss-crossing pattern of only the firmest strikes. Again, Erestor was struck dumb at the beauty of the situation. He'd dreamed of being able to share himself completely with this Elf that he'd given his heart to, and now that chance was here. His arousal strained against his leggings; he had to think only a moment before removing the oil from his pocket and divesting himself of the heavy robes.

He poured a few drops of the oil onto his fingers and rubbed the slick digits against the exposed opening to Glorfindel's rear passage. Glorfindel forgot himself and groaned through his clenched teeth at the unexpected contact. Erestor aimed for a particularly flushed patch on Glorfindel's backside and slapped it with his hand. Glorfindel whimpered, but made no further sound.

"Another sound," Erestor warned, "and it's back to the lash." Glorfindel's head sagged slightly in resignation, and Erestor returned his fingers to the tight entrance he was caressing a moment before. He added a little more oil, and eased two fingers into the passage, coating the entire area with the slippery liquid. Glorfindel's body responded to the touch, but he made no sound, though the struggle to remain silent was evident to Erestor.

When Glorfindel was properly prepared, Erestor untied his leggings and slid them to the floor, freeing his throbbing member at last. Glorfindel was but the third lover he had dominated, and the only one he felt truly in love with. The significance of the moment was not lost on the dark-haired Elf, but his urgent need compelled him not to dwell for long. He poured the remainder of the small phial of oil into his palm and spread the lubricant along his rigid arousal as he knelt to place the empty glass container on the pool of his robes.

He stood and positioned himself directly behind Glorfindel. He directed his lover to bend slightly at the knees, as Glorfindel was slightly taller than he. Satisfied with the angle, Erestor used one hand to guide himself into the waiting entrance. Glorfindel's jaw tensed so much from trying to remain silent that Erestor could see the strain as far back as the Elda's neck and shoulder muscles. Once buried completely into his golden beauty, Erestor reached out and took the sides of the flogger handle with both hands and braced against it as he thrust his hips forward and back.

Glorfindel's breath came in quick, labored gasps. Erestor felt the passage around him contracting with the effort Glorfindel was expending. His release built quickly in the corner of his consciousness, and he knew he could not hold it back much longer. He moved his right hand, still slick with the remnants of the oil, and took Glorfindel's cock in his hand, stroking quickly.

"Open your mouth," Erestor grunted between thrusts. "Let me hear you now." He held the flogger loosely in his hand when Glorfindel released it with an impassioned cry. Moans and cries of "Oh, Sir!" spilled generously forth from the blond Elf's lips now that they were no longer forbidden. Erestor's body trembled at the sounds, and his body could no longer withstand the pressure. He exploded into Glorfindel with a low groan, feeling his essence pulse into his lover.

Glorfindel shuddered, tightening around Erestor's arousal and sending another wave of pleasure through him. He could feel Glorfindel's member twitching in his hand and heard the Elda's breathing become ragged. Glorfindel threw his head back, eyes and teeth clenched as he fought his body's need. Erestor waited until he felt Glorfindel could stand no more and would surely be forced to disobey against his will.

"Si, pen-dithen," he whispered, pressing his lips against Glorfindel's ear. (now, little one) With a gasp and a sigh, Glorfindel visibly relaxed his control and allowed his release to overtake him. Erestor felt Glorfindel's erection pulse as it spilled the thick fluids over his fingers and onto the floor. Still holding the flogger, Erestor reached behind Glorfindel's neck with his left hand and fumbled with the buckle to the collar, finally unfastening the hasp. He pulled up his leggings, Glorfindel's release staining the fabric where he touched, and returned both collar and flogger to their proper places before addressing Glorfindel again.

"Come, melethen, let us bathe ere we dine. I trust your appetite has been restored?"

Glorfindel turned and looked at Erestor. Tear tracks were evident on his cheeks, but he grinned widely. "It has indeed, seron vell. But I agree; the warmth of a bath is definitely in order." (beloved) He walked to Erestor, leaned in and kissed him. "Melin chen, Erestor," he said before continuing to the bathing chamber. (I love you)

"Melin chen, Glorfindel," Erestor said softly. He gathered his robe from the floor and doused the lamps before following his lover. As he closed the door to the playroom, he hesitated, automatically searching for the keys in his robe. He paused for a moment, smiled slightly, and left the room unlocked.

TBC...