Knocking At Heaven's Door

Title: Knocking At Heaven's Door
Author: Emmess
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Everything I can think of without being overly gross and offensive.
Pairings: Um, yeah…everybody.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Tolkien, and really, not much of anything else.
Summery: Ever wonder what happens to fanfic writers after they die? Would heaven be heaven without Elves and sex? Um…no. No, it wouldn't.

Chapter 9

Double Your Pleasure

I awoke, rolling over and feeling the sheets for some form of Elf, only to find myself alone. Sighing, I rose from the bed and promptly tripped over a candleholder on the floor. Swearing and rubbing my toe, my eyes widened as I scanned the talan.

Candles had burned down to puddled pools of hardened wax, coating the floor, the armoire, and the table. Towels were thrown haphazardly around, draped over the chairs and scattered over the floor. Restraints were still tied to the bedposts, and Legolas' little thong/dildo device rested on the floor under the table, where he had thrown in last night.

Surveying the room with my hands on my hips, I thought to myself that I was definitely going to show Legolas and Haldir a thing or two about being dominant when I forced them to clean up this mess with their teeth.

Deciding to leave the mess for the time being, at least until after breakfast, I padded into the bathroom and ran a hot bath. Sighing contentedly, I soaked in the perfumed water for a long while, thinking over the past two days. I wondered which Elf would turn up this morning.

My curiosity was satisfied not a few moments later, just as I had left the tub and wrapped a towel around myself. Voices in the main room drew my attention, and I paused, trying to guess who they were.

I recognized one of the voices as belonging to Elrohir, and surmised that the other must be his twin, Elladan. Oh, goody - a two-fer-one! Standing just inside the bathroom door, I tried to accidentally-on-purpose overhear their conversation, wanting to know what they had planned, but, as they spoke together in Elvish, I couldn't understand a word of it.

"Great," I thought, "Even in Heaven, I'm out of the loop."

"Ah, there she is!" Elrohir said, spotting me peeking through the bathroom door. "I do not believe you have met my brother, Elladan."

The twins strode forward, smiling identical grins. I looked from one to the other, unable to keep a grin from spreading across my own face. They were indeed a matching set, from the top of their silky ebony tresses to the bottom of their soft suede boots.

"I am most pleased to meet you, finally. I was most distressed the other night when 'Ro won the raffle and I did not," Elladan said softly, before threading his hand in the wet hair behind my head and pulling me to his mouth. His lips were incredibly soft and warm, his tongue firm as it pushed past my lips, meeting my own.

"Eh hem."

I kissed him back just as passionately, weaving my fingers into the spill of midnight black hair that flowed well beyond his broad shoulders, trying to pull him in deeper, as if that were possible.

"Cough."

His hands glided from my head down my back, softly cupping my rear. I moaned softly into his mouth, feeling his fingers pull at the towel that still encircled me. My own hands traveled down his strong back, feeling every muscle through the fabric of his jerkin.

"For the love of Eru, I'm trying to get your attention!" Elrohir finally shouted, putting his hands between us and separating us. "We have a quite a ways to go this morning, and Ada is expecting us by noon."

"Ada can wait. I cannot." Elladan replied, bending down to kiss me again.

"You bloody well can wait, 'Dan," Elrohir said, putting a hand on his twin's forehead and pushing him backwards. "If we are not there by noon, Ada will have both our heads on a platter, and I'm not taking the fall for you again."

"Brother, you begin to annoy me. You've had the pleasure of her company already at the welcoming dinner, while I had to make do with that Lorien cretin, Rumil. Did you know that he insists on humming while doing it?"

"Humming doesn't sound so bad, 'Dan."

"He hums 'It's a Small World After All."

"Oh."

I couldn't help bursting out into laughter, much to Elladan's chagrin. I snorted, patting him on the arm, stepping into the main room to get dressed, leaving the bickering twins behind me.

"Look what you've done!" Elladan yelled at his brother, his voice echoing from the bathroom.

"You did it yourself! What moron tells a woman he's trying to have sex with about another Elf humming 'It's a Small World,' of all things?"

"I wouldn't have had to mention it if it weren't for your meddling!"

I heard some thumps and bangs, as well as a few "oomphs" and "ows" coming from the other room. Rolling my eyes, I selected a dress to wear, softly singing "It's a Small World." I couldn't help it…it's one of those songs that, once mentioned, just gets stuck in your head.

Suddenly conscious of the silence in the other room, I draped the dress over a chair, and walked over to investigate, hoping they hadn't managed to knock one another out so quickly.

Peeking into the bathroom, my breath caught in my throat. Elladan had Elrohir lying on the floor, straddling his hips. They were no longer fighting, though. Instead, 'Dan had his tongue down 'Ro's throat while 'Ro's hands kneaded 'Dan's butt cheeks.

"Fanfic writers have a word for this, you know," I said, smirking from the doorway, my arms folded across my chest, leaning against the jamb. The twins separated, turning their heads to look at me.

"We know…I believe we're the only ones that have their own terminology," Elrohir laughed.

"Twincest. I crack up every time I hear it," Elladan added, turning to claim his brother's lips once more.

"Um, are you guys going to busy in here for a while? I'll be in the other room, packing," I sighed, rolling my eyes and leaving the room.

I was neatly folding a lovely emerald green gown and placing it in a large leather duffle bag I had found in the armoire, when a slight noise caused me to turn toward the bathroom door.

Elrohir and Elladan, sans their clothing, stood in the doorway, one arm around each other. Elrohir's free hand was behind his back, and they both had lecherous grins on their faces. They were both also beyond gorgeous, having identical, perfectly sculpted bodies. Two matched, curving erections protruded under two chiseled abdomens.

"Wow…you guys are fast," I muttered, placing the gown in the duffle bag. "Kind of wrecks the fantasy about Elves' longevity, if you know what I mean."

Snorting, Elladan said, "Oh, we're not done yet. We've barely gotten started, as a matter of fact. We just thought the bed would be more comfortable, if you don't mind."

Sighing, I lifted the duffle from the bed, and placed it on the table. "Go ahead, be my guests, and watch your step - Haldir and Legolas didn't clean up after themselves last night."

"Do they ever?" 'Dan asked, stepping over a few congealed puddles of wax. "I don't know of any other Elves who are as messy as those two."

Elrohir approached me, his hand still behind his back. With his free hand, he stopped me from doing any more packing, instead lifting my chin and kissing me deeply. "You remember what Haldir told you about me and 'Dan?"

"What? Oh, about the voyeurism? Yes, I remember," I breathed, as his lips slipped down to kiss my jaw. "You like an audience."

"Well…you're an audience…" Elrohir whispered into my throat.

"You want me to watch you?" I murmured, my hands running up and down his arms.

"You want to watch, and we want you to watch. It's a win-win situation," he chuckled, kissing my lips once more.

I looked over at Elladan, who was kneeling on the bed, smiling. His tongue ran slowly over his lower lip, his hand stroking a most impressive, rigid erection.

"That's really exhibitionism, not voyeurism," I murmured, feeling a hot wetness between my legs, watching 'Dan stroke himself.


"We like to watch, too..." Elrohir whispered, his hand rubbing one of my nipples, diverting my attention back to him.

Elrohir sat me in a chair, facing the bed. From behind his back, he handed me the pink dildo from the bathroom. "Just in case watching isn't enough," he smiled. My mouth dropped open a bit, as I accepted the large piece of latex from him.

Elrohir climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around his twin. Elladan returned the embrace, his lips finding his twin's. My breathing speed up, my heart beating faster to keep up as I watched the twins connect, linked by their two pink tongues.

Their lips left each other's as they sought other flesh to tease. Nipping and suckling, they marked each other over and over again, teeth lightly biting at each other's necks and shoulders, their indigo hair swaying across their bodies. Hands never remaining still, caressing taut muscles, kneading soft skin, they own breathing became more and more ragged.

I couldn't do anything but stare. I was too enraptured by the sight of the twins, mirror images touching and tasting identical flesh, to do anything about my own arousal.

Facing each other, sideways to me, they pressed their hard, pulsing members together. Taking his hand, Elrohir gripped both of their members in his fist, stroking them simultaneously, while Elladan reached beneath them to gently massage their sacs, moaning softly.

Every so often, one or the other would glance in my direction, letting me know that they hadn't forgotten my presence. Their black eyes, pupils dilated with lust, would focus on me for an instant, sending a shiver down my spine.

'Ro's hand stroked them faster, pulling at the delicate skin of their members, until Elladan moaned loudly, his own hand staying his brother's.

Knowingly, Elrohir released their organs, touching a finger to Elladan's tip, gathering the moisture weeping from the head and bringing it to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste it.

Elladan gently pushed Elrohir down on the bed, and gracefully flipped his own torso around, so that the brothers lay head to foot on my bed. His pink tongue slowly licked the length of his brother's erection, causing 'Ro to shiver, and my own tongue to lick at my lips.

Watching them take each other into their mouths, hands reaching between their legs to tease at the other's delicate opening, I wasn't even conscious of when my hand found use for the bright pink piece of latex it was holding.

Moaning around his twin's erection, Elrohir began to shudder, releasing his essence into Elladan's mouth, his finger digging into 'Dan's opening. Elladan's body convulsed a heartbeat later, feeding his twin his own seed, his cheek clenching around 'Ro's hand. Breathing heavily, they lay their heads against each other, only their eyes flicking in my direction as I found my own release.

"Well…that was different," I murmured, slumping back in my chair, legs akimbo, too relaxed to move.

"If you think THAT was different, just wait until we get to Rivendell," Elladan chuckled, rising from the bed along with Elrohir. The twins walked into the bathroom to clean up. I heard the bath running, and decided that if two could fit in it comfortably, then three could certainly manage.

I hoped that Elrond wasn't going to be too annoyed, because if I had my way, we were NOT going to make Rivendell by noon.