Beauty And The Beast

Title: Beauty and The Beast
Author: Erynlinia
Type: FPS
Beta: Slayer9649, all other mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: R, eventually NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made. This is purely for entertainment ONLY!


PART SEVEN

Lindir made sure Erestor was comfortable on the pallet and held him gently as he slept. He had not meant to overwhelm him but found himself smiling at the thought his kiss caused someone to faint.

His smile faded slightly when he remembered the desperation, the longing in Erestor’s voice when he asked *mine?* He wanted to believe he was not cursed, that Lindir did indeed care for him. However, at the same time he was afraid this was some cruel dream sent to him by the Valar and that it would disappear when he woke next.

“Ah, my dark one, I now know why I was separated from my traveling companions; I was *meant* to find you. “

Lindir fought the urge to hold his sleeping charge tighter; instead, he placed a tender kiss on Erestor’s forehead.

“I will show you,” he sighed. “I will not leave you, this I promise. You hold my heart, Erestor and if you were to let me…I would keep yours safe for eternity.”

~*~

‘I am still dreaming,’ Erestor thought as he slowly woke and felt a warm body next to him. He remembered Lindir bathing him, washing his hair, then that kiss…it *had* to be a dream! No one, no one would have come to his aid and treat him the way Lindir was treating him…like he was cherished, like he was loved.

‘If this is a dream,’ he silently prayed to the Valar, ‘never let me wake from it.’

“Good afternoon, my sleepy one.”

Blinking several times, Erestor focused his eyes and saw that Lindir indeed, was holding him. His eyes were warm as he watched the darkling in his arms struggle to understand what was happening.

“How are you feeling?”

“B-better,” was the short answer.

Lindir’s smile caused Erestor’s heart to lurch and his stomach to do somersaults.

“As much as I would enjoy staying in this spot for the rest of the day, you cannot eat lying down,” the Teleri stated as he carefully disengaged himself from Erestor and got to his feet. “Stay covered up, I will be back shortly.”

The Teleri was only absent from the room for several minutes when he returned with a tray of leftover soup and bread. He must have heated it up earlier for Erestor could see steam rising from the bowls; which meant Lindir came back to lie down next to him. He did not run away, he did not keep his distance…he came back.

Lindir’s eyes sparkled as he knelt down to help Erestor to his feet. The dark-haired elf felt his body tingle as Lindir wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. They carefully made their way to the table and once Erestor took his seat, Lindir whispered against his ear, “It was no dream, my heart.”

Erestor almost wept when Lindir kissed him again. When they parted this time, Erestor was smiling as his heart hammered with hope.

~*~

After cleaning away the dishes, Lindir sat Erestor back on the pallet in front of the fireplace and began the task of untangling the raven hair.

“Ow!” Erestor grunted for what seemed the hundredth time.

“I apologize…it is more tangled than I thought,” Lindir sighed in frustration.

“Well if you did not pull like it was not attached –“

“If you would comb it once a decade it would not be this bad!”

Erestor spun around to glare at Lindir but found the other elf grinning.

“You are beautiful when riled,” the Teleri said then kissed Erestor on the cheek. “I will be right back.”

‘No…it is you that is beautiful,’ Erestor said to himself as he watched the elf disappear into the bathroom.

Lindir returned a moment later holding a small bottle.

“You left this for me to add to the bath,” Lindir explained when he saw a dark brow lift in question.

Sitting once more behind Erestor, Lindir worked the oil through the tangles. Time passed slowly and finally a pleased sigh came from the Teleri.

“What is it?” asked Erestor.

Lindir lifted the curtain of raven hair, which now shone in the firelight, and laid it over Erestor’s uninjured shoulder.

“It is breathtaking,” Lindir said softly as his lips brushed against the bare neck before him.

“Truly?”

Hearing the uncertainty in the question, Lindir crawled around to sit in front of Erestor. The dark eyes immediately cast down to stare at the blanket as he tried to hide behind the fall of his hair.

Lindir cupped Erestor’s chin and gently raised his face so their eyes met.

“Shall I tell you what I see?”

Erestor wanted to say yes, but was afraid so he shook his head no. Lindir ignored his answer and continued.

“I saw the picture you drew of yourself,” he began. He felt Erestor tense and gently but firmly clasped his hands on either side of the dark-elf’s face to hold him in place. “That elf is your past. I saw no beast in that portrait…I saw a lonely, heart-broken elf.”

Erestor swallowed hard and tried to calm his breathing.

“What I see now is a beautiful, exquisite soul who is praying right now I am not a dream. I am no dream, Erestor…my dark one. I am here…and I am yours if you will have me.”

Lindir knew he was rushing but was powerless to stop the words. He watched as understanding and acceptance lit up Erestor’s face.

“If *I* will have you?” his voice cracked with emotion, his dark eyes swimming with tears. He reached up, his fingers twined into Lindir’s white-gold hair, and he gently pulled him closer. “I-I do not deserve such-“

Lindir lunged forward and pressed his lips to Erestor’s to silence the doubts. The darkling moaned as Lindir crawled even closer until he straddled his lap. Erestor wrapped his arms tightly about Lindir’s waist as the kiss deepened, tongues mating and tasting each other.

They parted so they could draw in great gasps of air, Lindir moaning deep in his throat at the feel of Erestor’s arousal against his buttocks. He circled his own hips slightly and grinned when the Noldo thrust up to meet him. Lindir eased the robe from Erestor’s shoulders, the fabric pooling on the blankets and baring the dark-elf to his gaze.

Erestor arched into the fingers that traced along his chest then paused to tease his nipples.

“You are beautiful,” Lindir whispered as he gently guided Erestor back until he was lying on the pillows. “My dark one.”

Erestor watched in stunned silence as Lindir bent his head to lick him from collarbone to navel. He shuddered at the indescribable sensations that raced through him, torn between not knowing what to do and caring not what Lindir did next.

“Please, do not be afraid to touch me,” Lindir said huskily. “I want you to touch me.”

Feeling Erestor tentatively reach out to caress his hair, the Teleri smiled wickedly and bent to resume his task.

A choked cry ripped itself from Erestor’s throat and he clung tighter to Lindir’s hair when he felt his arousal engulfed in a hot, wet heat. He instinctively began to thrust, vaguely aware of Lindir’s hands on his hips encouraging him.

Lindir did not want Erestor to spend too soon, so he rose up slowly, his gaze locked with dazed velvet brown eyes as he placed a lazy lick to the head of the twitching erection.

The dark elf did not want to release the strands of Lindir’s hair as he sat back on his knees. Smiling reassuringly, Lindir began to slide out of his own clothes.

“I will not leave you, my dark one,” he crooned, hoping the anxiety would leave those fathomless eyes. “I want nothing between us…I want you to be able to touch me as I am touching you.”

Erestor calmed briefly, he *had* been afraid Lindir was calling it quits but the fair elf’s words soothed his distress. He released the silken hair and watched as Lindir stood to step out of his leggings.

“By the Valar,” he breathed upon seeing the Teleri’s nude form. He was exquisite there was no denying it! His gaze stopped when he saw evidence of Lindir’s own desire, the column of flesh standing against his stomach, the tip already weeping.

Erestor’s heart began to race and he felt his cock leap as Lindir knelt back down on the blankets and kissed him. He could taste himself on the Teleri’s tongue and he reached a hand up to pull him closer.

“Do you trust me, my Erestor?” Lindir whispered against his lips, not wanting to break contact.

“Aye, I do…the Valar help me, I do,” he groaned in surrender.

Lindir straddled Erestor’s lap once again and they both hissed with unexpected pleasure as their arousals touched. Lindir smiled as his dark beauty arched his back, seeking more contact. He leaned down to kiss him again, his lips and tongue taking turns between taking and giving while his free hand reached for the bottle at his side.

The moment Lindir leaned down and trapped their erections between their bodies, Erestor bucked and wrapped his arms around the white-haired elf. The friction that created caused delicious chills to run through his body and when his mouth was claimed, he felt a warm ache uncoil deep from within his soul.

He was unaware of anything except Lindir’s kisses and the deafening pounding of his own heart until a slick hand grasped both of their cocks and began a slow stroking motion.

Erestor gasped for air when Lindir sat up and tightened his grip momentarily before releasing their arousals. With an enigmatic smile, he slid his body forward and nuzzled his lips against Erestor’s throat. Lindir grinned as the Noldo slightly turned his head, baring his neck. As he placed his claiming bite on Erestor, he reached behind him to work in more oil and smiled at the trembling coming from the body beneath him.

After a moment, Lindir sat up and shifted his body. Erestor’s eyes flew open when he felt the head of his erection being squeezed almost unbearably tight. Suddenly, that sensation gave way and all he knew was that he and Lindir were now one.

Lindir slowly eased himself onto Erestor’s length. His eyes never left his lover’s as he felt his body receive him inch by inch. After what seemed an eternity, Lindir was seated on Erestor’s lap, both of their bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“L-Lindir—what do-“ Erestor found speaking difficult and stopped when Lindir groaned deep in his chest. “I do not want to hurt you.”

When Erestor spoke, the tip of his cock rubbed against that bundle of nerves inside Lindir’s passage, causing explosions of pleasure to ripple throughout him.

“You will never hurt me,” Lindir practically purred. “I want to feel you, my dark one. I *must* feel you.”

Erestor gasped when he felt the passage around his length relax ever so slightly and Lindir began rocking against him. He clung to Lindir’s hips and hesitantly began to move with him, instincts older than time slowly taking over.

“Ai,” Lindir sobbed, leaning down to grasp the point of Erestor’s ear with his mouth.

Moaning at the jolt to his senses, Erestor wrapped his arms around Lindir’s waist and thrust his hips into the welcoming heat. Lindir purred loudly against his ear as the hard length within him brushed that spot again and again.

“Erestor…please.”

With a possessive growl, Erestor held Lindir tightly and turned them until the fair elf was beneath him. Lindir moaned loudly as the change in position caused Erestor to sink deeper into his body. He wrapped his legs around Erestor’s waist and pulled him even closer.

“Yes, my dark one,” Lindir said as the dark elf began to move.

Erestor could not believe the sight before him. Lindir’s white-gold hair was fanned out on the pillows, his lips bruised from their kisses and he moved slowly, tempting Erestor to continue.

Slowly, Erestor withdrew and when Lindir clamped down around him, he thrust back in. The Teleri rocked up to meet him, his moans and gasps fueling their new found passion and Erestor found himself moving faster.

Lindir could feel himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, every thrust hit his pleasure spot and he knew he could not last. His own erection was trapped between their stomachs and each forceful thrust from Erestor caused it to throb in anticipation.

“Erestor,” he gasped as he felt pleasure spiral through his body.

Feeling Lindir tighten painfully around his cock, he heard a deafening roar in his ears. He continued to thrust but almost stopped when he felt something warm and slick erupt between their bodies. Moments later, Lindir’s cry of pleasure and the following spasms in his body ripped his own orgasm from him.

Erestor thrust once, twice more before sobbing his release. Lindir held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his lover’s seed deep in his body. The dark elf continued to shake and it was a few minutes before Lindir realized he was weeping.

“What is wrong?” he asked softly, his eyes filling with worry. He stroked back the raven hair from Erestor’s face.

“Does this mean…you…you care for me?” Erestor said in a timid, hopeful voice.

Lindir smiled and continued to stroke the Noldo’s face. “No, it does not.”

Erestor froze in shock at Lindir’s answer and he would have pulled away except long legs tightened their hold around his waist.

“I love you, my dark one,” the minstrel breathed.

When Erestor breathed deeply in relief, he saw the shudder that went through Lindir.

“Ai, Erestor,” he purred with pleasure. “You are still in my body and you are still hard…will you show me how much you love me?”

With a wicked grin of his own, Erestor leaned down to kiss Lindir and rolled them to their sides.

“I will show you everyday until the end of time if you so wish,” he promised as began to move within his beloved once more.

TBC