The Hands, The Hands

The Hands, The Hands
By Mieren


Going over various mind-numbing sets of paperwork, Elrond suddenly found himself at the mercy of one of his twin sons. He was a little stunned. The pair had been gone for almost a month, returning to Rivendell in the middle of the night.

This was not the first time he’d been under attack by his own spawn. It wasn’t the fiftieth, for that matter. But this was the first time that he’d only been accosted by a single one of them, the twins normally working in tandem. He surrendered immediately, knowing that struggling would only end with him bound to something while they tortured him longer.

To his amazement, he was neither tackled nor tied. The twin, even Elrond couldn’t tell them apart most of the time, was holding a large pewter mug filled with some clear liquid he couldn’t readily identify. Plunking the mug down in front of his father, the raven elf calmly waited beside the desk. Hesitantly, Elrond took up the mug and sniffed at the liquid inside, brows furrowing at the faint mint and honey smell rising from the liquid. It was quite thick and rather viscous. Whatever it was, he knew it wouldn’t hurt him. His sons may be perverse, but they’d never poison him. He took a tiny sip, rolling the liquid across his tongue before swallowing it.

It was extremely sweet, almost to the point of being cloying. The elf lord furrowed his brow in confusion, something tickling the edges of his memory. It was almost as if he knew what was in the drink. He took another taste, trying to remember. It was difficult to think with one of his sons staring at him intently with an odd look in his eyes that he couldn’t identify. Visions of a small herb with slender blue-tinged leaves cam his his mind, little white flowers peppering the short stems. The plant itself was harmless, but the roots grew fat bulbs that could be drained for a thick juice tasting of mint. The viscous extract was used for one purpose only.

Nearly choking on the swallow he’d almost taken, Elrond leapt from his seat and made a run for the latrines, fully intent on sticking his finger down his throat to rid himself of what little he’d consumed. He managed almost three steps before he was tackled, strong arms and legs circling his body. The missing twin appeared, a huge grin marring his features as he gleefully approached, snagging the mug from Elrond’s desk as he passed, crouching in front of the pinned elf lord. Glaring, Elrond clenched his jaw shut.

“Now, be reasonable,” the crouching twin said. Elrond scowled and the twin sighed. “Have it your way then.”

Elrond’s head was pulled back and his jaws pinched open. Something long and thin pried at his teeth. His eyes widened when he recognized the long-necked funnel. The instrument was forced to the back of his mouth, nearly triggering his gag reflex. The thick extract was poured slowly into his mouth, giving him the option of swallowing or drowning. He swallowed as gracefully as he could with his head wrenched back and mouth held forcibly open.

Already Elrond could feel the effects of the extract, his nether region stirring slowly to life. The aphrodisiac was a powerful one and he knew he’d long suffer the effects. A mere spoonful would be enough to keep him erect for an hour or two. With a full mug of the stuff, he’d be lucky if he could walk for a few days. The amount they were pouring into his gullet ensured that not only would he be erect, he’d be so horny that even the family dog was in danger of his advances.

The twins stripped him, careful not to touch his nether regions as they did so, much to Elrond’s combined relief arritrritation. Once naked, they confused him further, pulling him to his feet and looping an oversized robe over his shoulders. Feeling that resistance at this point was utterly pointless, he allowed himself to be led from his study to his private chambers where he was treated to a magnificent sight.

His four-poster bed was bedecked with black silk, giving the bed a dark exotic look. The curtains in the arching window frames had been replaced with black ones to hold the light of the setting sun at bay, the only light permeating the darkness from a half a dozen candles scattered through the bedroom. Even the gauze curtains around his bed had been replaced with the raven silk, shadowing the bed below and partially obscuring the figure there. All he could make out were long golden tresses strewn about the obsidian sheets, the only thatch of lightness in the newfound darkness of the room.

The cloak was pulled from Elrond’s shoulders, leaving him nude once more and still painfully aroused. He received a chaste kiss on either cheek.

“Happy birthday, ada,” they chimed, disappearing from the room. There was a definitive click heralding the locking of the only door to the room.

Shaking his head in beleaguered acceptance of his strange fate, he crossed the room to see what unfortunate elf his sons had found for his amusement. A blond, lithe figure was drawn out on the bed on his stomach, one limb tied firmly to each post. He was of the same height as Elrond, but much thinner in build as were most elves compared to the half elf lord. His hair had been brushed to silkiness and left unbound, flowing in golden waves over his pale shoulders and back. Gagged and blindfolded, Elrond could not readily identify the elf from the few angular curves he could make out. Roving his gaze lower, he detected traces of oil on the porcelain curves of his ass, gleaming sharply in the candlelight. Leaning overinveinvestigate, he espied the end of a very large phallus protruding from the bound elf’s posterior.

Interesting gift, Elrond mused. He idly wondered how long the blond had been tied up and who he was.

Unable to help himself, Elrond settled himself between the outstretched legs of the bound figure and toyed with the phallus, drawing it out a little and thrusting it back in and a new angle. The blond bucked, letting a strangled moan escape his gag. Enjoying the response, Elrond repeated the motion several times before pushing the phallus deeply and leaving it in a position that would cause undue pressure against his victim’s prostate.

Deadly curious as to the identity of his captive, Elrond pulled the blindfold free and almost suffered a heart attack. Deep starlit silver eyes glared at him hatefully in a face he knew well. Thranduil. Had he not been gagged, Elrond didn’t doubt that he’d be cursing until he was hoarse. Swearing, the elf lord leapt free and started untying bonds as quickly as he was capable, leaving the phallus alone for the blond to deal with. The first hand he freed immediately went to ridding himself of his gag, loosing the cloth at about the same time that Elrond managed to free his other bound wrist.

What the twins had done was nothing short of treason, whether the factions of the elf realms were in good standing with one another or not. It was entirely possible that they had just started a war.

Expecting a screaming tirade from the obviously kidnapped elf king, Elrond was amazed when he was tackled and shoved onto his back. Phallus still filling him deeply, Thranduil shovorwaorward, spearing himself in one cruel thrust into Elrond’s depths. The raven elf could only thank the twins for the fact that traterate blond was already slicked with oil, otherwise the intrusion would have been unbearably painful rather than merely uncomfortable.

Elrond bucked angrily, never accepting the submissive role of any pairing. Apparently, neither had Thranduil, the blond thrusting mightily. After a dozen or so r of of his hips, he hit a spot that made the raven lord forget his stature and he shoved back to meet the thrust. Reflexively, Elrond rolled his head upwards to claim a kiss, cursing loudly in several languages when the action got him bitten.

The healer reflex kicked in at the pain and he eyed the elfin king with a wary gaze, trying to divine what he knew of his unsuspecting bed partner. The rough behavior could stem from multiple causes, the foremost reason out of sheer spite. Something else tugged the healer’s memories and he tried something reflexively, ducking his head and biting a nipple fiercely enough to draw a few drops of blood. Thranduil arched towards him, shuddering.

Masochist, Elrond deduced instantly. He’s being rough to force me to do the same.

Lifting his legs, Elrond wrapped his limbs around Thranduil’s waist, carefully aiming his heel to slap the protruding end of the phallus embedded in the blond. The resulting jolt of pain and pleasure caused the king to thrust forward with unnecessary force, rocking Elrond forcibly against the headboard. The sable elf winced at the pain the maneuver caused him but secretly gloated that he was able to reduce the Mirkwood King to such levels of raw desire. Lips twisting with mirth, he did it again, raking his nails down the blonde’s back for addnal nal sensation.

Thranduil shuddered at the attention bestowed upon him, amazed that Elrond had understood him so easily. Trying to return the favor, he eased up a little, softening his touches so as to not harm the elfin lord as badly as he had originally intended. After witnessing the behavior of the twins, being on the receiving end himself several times, new new for a fact that the half elf writhing beneath him had nothing to do with his abduction or molestation. He buried his hands in the elf lord’s hair and drew him up for a deep kiss, greatly pleased when Elrond nipped his lower lip forcefully.

Understanding that Elrond was being much more violent than was his natural inclination, Thranduil softened his touches to gentler strokes to be fair to the elf lord that was trying to accommodate his strange quirks. While the blond resorted to gently pinching nipples and licking his lover’s neck, the raven lord in turn was twisting bits of flesh and biting him with undue force, leaving dark reddened marks on otherwise pale flesh.

Having been tied up and tormented for much longer than his partner, Thranduil came first, shivering as he emptied himself into the sable elf. Still erect, Elrond growled and shoved the blond off of his form. Using absolutely no gentleness or grace, he yanked the phallus free from the startled king and pulled him up to his knees. Sliding behind his odd bed partner, Elrond slammed his still turgid length into the long prepared elf before him, thrusting without waiting for a response. Thranduil growled at him and tried to pull away, but Elrond was having none of it, yanking the blond to himself and dropping one hand to pinch his lover’s testicles painfully. Hissing in a breath, the blond king felt himself returning to his lust ridden state, having been forced to drink the same aphrodisiac that the elfin lord had. At no point had his erection flagged after the drug he had been given, but he had planned at least a short pause in their activities. Elrond didn’t allow it.

Unable to withstand the force of the thrusting behind him, Thranduil dropped from a kneeling position onto his hands and knees, instinctively rocking back to meet the invading presence in his body. It wasn’t long before Elrond could not longer stand the painfully tight heat he was filling, coming with a groan. Thranduil was not far behind him, needing only a few pumps to his own rock hard member to follow the other elf’s example. The blond slouched to his stomach. Unwilling to be parted with his birthday gift, Elrond lay down with him, still embedded in his unlikely partner. Knowing that he must be crushing his lover, Elrond rolled to the side, pulling Thranduil with him so he could remain sheathed in the blond. Connected, they lay spooned for some time before either of them had the nerve to speak. Thranduil was the first to voice his thoughts.

“Did you know about this?” he asked, half accusingly.

“Not until I was jumped in my study,” Elrond replied. He eyed the blond speculatively. “So how did they force you to drink that vile aphrodisiac?”

“Tied me to a post and held a dagger to my favorite bits,” Thranduil said flatly. “You?”

“Held me down and stuffed a funnel down my throat,” Elrond said.

Thranduil nodded, considering his next question. “Why do they act as they do? I’ve never seen the like before in elves. Excluding the March Wardens in Lothlórien. I just pray that the five of them never come together.”

“Too late,” Elrond snorted. At the disbelieving look thrown at him, he offered a weary grin. “Celeborn wasn’t spared, either.”

“But he’s their grandfather!” the elfin king protested, stunned.

“I’m their father and that didn’t save me,” Elrond retorted. Silvery eyes grew wary and he shrugged. “I know you were watching.d lad laughing, I believe.”

“Well, it was amusing,” Thranduil admitted. In retaliation, Elrond thrust his hips sharply, causing the blond to gasp and writhe. “What was that for?”

“You up for another round?” Elrond asked, biting the king’s ear with enough force to bruise the delicately tipped cartilage.

“I believe so,” Thranduil said, shoving back a bit. “Though I don’t believe that I h’t b’t been up for some time now… How long will this last?” he asked, referring to their persistent erections.

“Considering how much they gave us, I’d say at least a full day,” the healer said. He expected an upset outburst, surprised when the blond king nodded thoughtfully, lips pursing in consideration. Elrond nearly had a seizure at the next question thrown at him.

“Ever heard of the position called ‘Dwarf on the Rocks’?”


End.
And, no, don’t ask me what that position entails. For one, I’m still considering it. And two, if it comes out even remotely like I’m thinking, you’ll all be scarred for life. R&R! I’m not kidding. My last chapter only got one review and that was from a friend. If this one gets nothing, I may discontinue the series on the grounds the it’s not popular. R&R!