Something Special, Something Sacred

Imladris, Third Age 2032

His dark eyes glittered as he stood against the wall, watching. He always watched. Even when he acted, he watched. The golden Elf animatedly told the story of Maedhros, of the Noldo's capture and torment by Morgoth, and a thought slowly formed.

Erestor's lips curved into a wicked smirk that would have set Glorfindel's blood on fire if the Elda had been looking. Instead, Erestor continued to watch his lover tell the children gathered in the small classroom about Fingon's valiant rescue. His thoughts centered on Glorfindel, as they had since he had returned from Lórien.

Lórien... He had not spoken to Glorfindel of his time with Celeborn and Haldir, and the Elda had not asked about it. There were times when he thought he saw a shadow in the azure eyes of his lover as they regarded him, and Erestor would feel the need to pull Glorfindel into his arms and love him long into the night. It was his guilt that had prevented him from taking Glorfindel into the playroom. Erestor could not do such acts at the time; he had been too busy reminding himself of his deep love for the Balrog-slayer.

But, his guilt had eased with the passing weeks and Glorfindel's quiet devotion. This evening, they would go into the playroom, and Erestor would now reassert himself as Master.

Erestor cast his dark gaze to Glorfindel once more before slipping out of the classroom; he needed to make preparations for this evening's session.

*****

Erestor stared at Glorfindel's lithe form, glistening in the light of the room. The Elda 's right arm was extended high above his head, the wrist securely shackled to the face of the wall. To the casual observer, Glorfindel hung from that point, all his weight held by his bound wrist. But, Erestor knew better. Glorfindel's right foot balanced carefully on a small rock protrusion, offering balance and relief for the Elf.

Glorfindel was also gloriously naked; a sight Erestor never grew tired of.

The Elda 's flesh was covered in a myriad of welts and bright red stripes, and Glorfindel's eyes were glazed with pain and lust. Erestor reached out his slender hand and ran the tip of his index finger up Glorfindel's heavy shaft. The Balrog-slayer moaned and closed his eyes, and Erestor swiped the finger over the slit. When the cobalt eyes were revealed to him again, Erestor slowly brought the slick finger to his lips, snaking his tongue out to taste Glorfindel's need.

"Did you think I would simply surrender?"

Glorfindel answered with a weak groan, his eyes trained on the finger that moved from Erestor's mouth to run over the dark Elf's pale body.

"Did you think they would come for you?"

Erestor pulled a leather device he knew Glorfindel had yet to experience. He approached his lover and caressed the Elda 's length again. "You are alone, Maitimo," Erestor whispered, his dark eyes smoldering beneath his long lashes. His fingers danced over the hard column, his eyes holding Glorfindel's. "You are mine." Erestor took the leather piece and slipped it between the base of Glorfindel's arousal and the heavy globes below, stretching the skin. Once that was in place, he brought another strap around from behind and separated the spheres, smiling cruelly when Glorfindel whimpered.

The Noldo then walked to a low table and picked up a slim instrument. He saw Glorfindel eye the item warily. "A new torment, my dear Noldo." He held the item up in the light. "Long like a crop, but stiff, firm. The two little tines? Just as stiff as the handle; 'Lam-e- lyg' -- Tongue of the Snake." Erestor fondled the two firm tines at the end of the handle. It was called lam-e- lyg for a reason: it looked like the forked tongue of a snake.

It was also delightfully painful when used.

Glorfindel swallowed visibly and Erestor crept closer to the Elda. "Morgoth..." was the strained word that passed the full lips .

"Aye," Erestor said in a low, dangerous voice. "That is the name your father cursed me with. But, now I have his eldest... laid bare before me... and desperate for my touch." To emphasize the point, he flicked the tip of the flogger gently across Glorfindel's swollen arousal causing the blond to hiss in surprise.

"Tell me where your brothers are!" Erestor demanded in a gruff voice. He was by no means as imposing a figure as Morgoth, but he did his best to play the role.

Glorfindel, too, was striving to take on the character of Maedhros. Erestor knew that the Elda had actually met the Feanorian millennia ago in Valinor, long before the traumatic imprisonment they were re-enacting now. True to Maedhros' demeanor, Glorfindel did not answer or, indeed, give any sign of having heard the question.

Erestor brought the forked leather across the side of Glorfindel's erection, taking care not to harm the sensitive skin. He repeated his question, and again Glorfindel remained silent. Erestor smiled grimly and swatted along the other side of the engorged flesh. Glorfindel winced, and Erestor did not pause before slapping the stiff flogger across the heavy globes he had pulled tight with the harness.

Glorfindel bit his lip to keep from crying out as Erestor continued the assault on the Elda 's shaft until all the skin was as dark red as the swollen head. Erestor's own body thrummed with his need of release and he tossed the forked-flogger aside while unlacing his black trousers. "You are mine. Now until the end, Elf," he spat as he wrapped his fingers around his hot flesh. "Even if you somehow escape my imprisonment, you will forever remember my touch upon your flesh," Erestor hissed as he stroked himself.

The Noldo watched Glorfindel's eyes, eyes that never moved from where Erestor stroked himself. "Do you like seeing me take my pleasure?" he asked in a low voice, approaching Glorfindel slowly.

"Aye," Glorfindel forced out, and his features were flushed in a light crimson. Erestor saw the Elda 's erection throb with each heartbeat, leaking the clear fluids of his desire steadily.

Erestor slowed his strokes, keeping himself on the edge of completion. "Would you like to know what I am thinking of as I touch myself?" he asked seductively, now mere inches from the golden Elf-lord.

Glorfindel nodded his head slightly, and Erestor chuckled. "Of course you do..." Erestor gripped himself more firmly, allowing a moan to escape his lips. "I imagine the tightness of your body, the heat of your submission," he said, pumping himself as he brought to mind the very feel of burying himself into Glorfindel. "I think of the cries you would utter as I took you, quickly and with hard thrusts; the pleas that would spill from your lips when I wrap my fingers around you and demand you find your release as I fill your body with my seed."

A whimper did leave Glorfindel, and the Noldo smiled as he watched Glorfindel's hips move forward slightly, seeking some form of friction. "You can feel me, can you not? Slick and hard inside you," Erestor panted, his hand stroking his shaft furiously now. "You would like to lift your legs for me, to offer yourself to me and my desires."

"Aye!" Glorfindel cried, his free hand gripping at the stone wall. Erestor had to give his lover credit; Glorfindel never reached out to relieve his own burning arousal.

With a final pull on his length, Erestor spent himself, his seed falling onto Glorfindel's pale skin. The Noldo continued to stroke himself, milking all the pleasure he could, he gaze never leaving the flesh now coated in his essence. He extended out a hand and drew a finger through the milky fluid, and smiled a tired, lazy smile at the Elda. "Mine," Erestor breathed.

He met Glorfindel's eyes and read the raw need in their depths. Erestor wiped his hand on a rag near him and did up his trousers. "I want you to come, Maitimo," he said softly. "I want to see you bring yourself that relief you seem desperate to find."

Glorfindel automatically reached for his cock, but then remembered he was in character and stopped. He looked defiantly down at "Morgoth" and hissed, "Why should I care about what you want, Fallen One?"

Erestor laughed, deep and throaty. "You will find release by my terms, or you will never find it again!" He reached between Glorfindel's legs and unfastened the harness, pulling it away in one smooth motion. "This is not the only device I have, Maitimo. I have many others that are much more... unpleasant."

The Elda sighed in defeat, casting his eyes downward. He carefully wrapped his fingers around his arousal, made tender by the combination of the restraint and the flogging. "Damn you," he grunted as he began to gingerly stroke himself between his thumb and forefinger.

"Redundant, my beautiful captive," Erestor quipped.

Erestor watched Glorfindel's touch become more sure, the slim hand wrapping around his shaft. The strokes were firm and quick as the need for release became more powerful than the throbbing sensitive flesh. When he raised his dark gaze to Glorfindel's face, he saw the clear blue eyes watching him intently. "Whom do you touch yourself for?" Erestor asked, his voice a harsh whisper in the silence of the room.

"You."

"A name," Erestor demanded, cupping the head of Glorfindel's length.

Glorfindel's eyes slipped closed, and his hand jerked as his seed and a name spilled from his body. "Erestor..."

Erestor's own eyes fell shut as the warm fluid pooled in his hand, only to slip through his fingers. When he opened those inky orbs again, he lifted the glistening fingers to Glorfindel's parted lips. "Clean me, Glorfindel," he ordered in a low, husky tone.

An odd _expression crossed his lover's face, but it was gone before Erestor could place it. Glorfindel's warm tongue snaked out to lick at the essence covered digits, diligently cleaning his master's hand. Something nagged within Erestor, something that told him things were not quite right, but he pushed the feeling aside.

It was just his guilt, he reassured himself as Glorfindel drew a finger deep into his mouth. Just his guilt, and that would fade in time. Erestor's lust resurfaced quickly when Glorfindel stroked the finger with his tongue and any thoughts of unease were filed away.

He had better things to think on.

TBC...