Dirty

Dirty
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Pairing: Legolas/Aragorn/Boromir, Aragorn/Boromir
Beta-reader: Capella
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**On the Road to Caradhras, in a forest**


The Elf knew that the Men were staring at him. It was hard to avoid noticing them when they were so obvious in their perusal of him; leering in his direction and studying him as if he were a work of art that they could not wait to fondle and caress. He had tried to be patient and he had tried to reign in his anger, which had been steadily growing in his breast like a festering wound. But everyone had their limits; even an Elf.

"I trust that what you see meets with your satisfaction," he said, his voice deliberately nonchalant but with an undercurrent of cold fury. A slow smile spread across Boromir's face and his eyes raked over the Elf's form insolently, the gaze resting at last at the junction between his thighs. Aragorn looked at their exchange, amused, and a similar smile grew upon his face.

"We will speak of satisfaction if you but show us something that we might gain satisfaction from, Legolas," drawled Aragorn, his tone soft and mocking, and the implications of those words were not lost upon the Elf. Legolas' hands itched to wrap themselves around his throat but his expression remained calm. Instead, he stood up and walked over to Gandalf, who was seated not too far away from where he was, studiously ignoring the sniggers that followed him as he sought to extricate himself from their loathsome company.

It had been two weeks since they left Rivendell now. Two *long* weeks and for an immortal such as he, that was saying something. For two weeks, ever since the council of Elrond, he had had to tolerate the presence of those Men, which was so offensive. For two weeks he had been the subject of lewd remarks, and occasionally the two Men would deliberately walk so close to him that they were literally grinding into him.


He had said nothing. He had tried to pretend that he was not really troubled by their unwelcomed attentions. And all the while, resentment bubbled within his breast, threatening to choke him. But he could not find it in his heart to complain. Honour, and the knowledge that so much depended upon the Fellowship, prevented him from murdering them in their sleep.

Legolas settled next to the Wizard and the old Man looked upon him in surprise. But although he wondered at the Elf's curious behaviour, he said nothing, merely puffing upon his pipe and seemingly lost in his thoughts.

The Company was resting for the night. They lit no fire, for they wanted to escape notice from spies of the enemy. Already their presence had been noticed by flock of birds that had flown too closely over their heads. Spies of Sarumaandaandalf had said, and they had endeavoured to prevent themselves from further discovery by walking only in the thickest part of the forest. And at night, they sought refuge by resting near huge rock formations in hope that the shadows cast by the stones would shield them from unfriendly eyes.

Unfortunately, the moon was bright tonight and from the corner of his eye, Legolas could make out the figures of Aragorn and Boromir. Even though he was several feet away from them, he could still hear the faint but distinct murmurs and an occasional moan. The rest of the Company were blissfully oblivious for they lay quite a distance from each other – the Hobbits huddling together in a sizeable notch in a huge rock and Gimli leaned against the huge roots of a tree. Gandalf was too absorbed in his thoughts to think of anything else.

And Legolas could hear them still; those soft spoken words and the increasing cadence of the Men's breaths. And he could see them; what they were doing – to each other. Aragorn was caressing the bulge in Boromir's breeches, their tongues tangling in a kiss. The Elf's lips curled in distaste. He had thought that Men were of a noble race, with what he had heard of their accomplishments in the past. Apparently he had thought wrongly.

"Mithrandir, what say you if we collect some wood?" Legolas said, suddenly. "We reach foot of Caradhras tomorrow and we will face the bitter cold before long. I thought that it would be wise to build a fire there, for it will not help us if we were frozen to death. Let each of us carry a faggot of wood, as much as we can bear, for there will no longer be trees up in the mountain."

Gandalf agreed, although he cautioned against its use unless it was a choice between fire and death. The old Man started to call out to the others to start collecting wood but Legolas stopped him. "It is best we leave them to rest," he said. "I do not need sleep so I will go." And with that, he left the Company, all the while feeling the gaze of the two Men boring into his back as he disappeared into the shadows of the forest.

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Legolas wandered alone in the midst of the forest. For too long he had been in the company of strangers and facing solitude once more was a boon he embraced eagerly. It was pleasant for a change as he sunk into his own thoughts instead of listening to the mindless chatter of the Men and Dwarf…

He paused suddenly in the mid-action of picking up a stick. The silence was deceiving and he straightened slowly, his eyes darting towards the shadows. The wind blew through the trees, causing the leaves to sway in the breeze and the shadows moved also. Something was near. He could sense it in his very bones. He dropped his load and his hand crept towards the knife that he wore upon his hip, head turning this way and that for some sign of motion that had nothing to do with the wind…

A snap of a twig. Immediately, the Elf turned towards the direction of the sound behind him, his knife drawn and ready to slit the throat of the enemy. He stopped dead in mid-swing and his eyes widened when he saw Aragorn and Boromir. His hesitation caused him dearly for Boromir launched himself at the Elf, his fingers curling around the column of Legolas' throat as he was brought forcefully down to the ground.

Legolas gave a choked cry as the pressure around his neck cruelly cut off his air supply. Aragorn grabbed hold of the hand that was grasping the knife, slamming it repeatedly upon the ground until the Elf was forced to let it go. Legolas thrashed around – desperate to throw off the Men's weight upon his and clawed at the fingers around his neck. It was not until he felt the cold steel of the knife against the vulnerable line of his throat that he paused, his chest heaving with the effort to draw breath into his lungs. His eyes snapped towards Aragorn, registering the look upon the Ranger's face. He was smiling but the smile had no warmth in it whatsoever.

"Looking for someone?" he murmured and beside him, Boromir smiled also, but it did not reach his eyes. Legolas' lungs were burning for want of air, his mouth parted as he panted with exertion – but the look that he cast upon the Men was one of pure venom. He writhed beneath the Men in a renewed attempt to escape, not caring that the blade of the knife pricked his tender flesh, drawing a drop of blood that trickled in a thin line down his neck.

"Does he not look beautiful beneath us, Boromir? I wonder how he would respond to our caresses, hmm?" Aragorn crooned as he reached out to trace the outline of the Elf's mouth with a finger. Legolas strained away from the touch and the corners of Boromir's lips lifted in an unmistakable smirk. His fingers tightened around the slender neck. Legolas' eyes were bright with pain and acute anger but his struggles were getting weaker as he slowly succumbed to darkness.

"We might not have to wonder for long, my love. Perhaps we will find out if there is fire beneath this chilly façade of the Elf," said Boromir, bending forward to lick off the trail of blood from the Elven flesh. A small, indistinct, sound of rage slipped out from their victim, causing the Men to chuckle. The very sound brought shivers of disgust down the Elf's spine.

"Take off his clothes, Boromir. I want to see him," Aragorn said suddenly, as his eyes narrowed. The blade, combined with Aragorn's full body weight upon his chest, served to hold Legolas as a reluctant captive while Boromir released the Elf's throat. The relief was tremendous and the Elf gasped as his lungs filled with air once more, his chest shuddering with each intake. Boromir ignored him, his hands moving swiftly to undo the buckles on the Elf's leggings.

"Leave me be! Do not touch me!" Legolas snarled, his eyes blazing with blue fire as his legs fought to gain contact with the Man's flesh, trying to kick him away. But it was useless. The buckles came off in no time and Boromir straddled the Elf, setting himself upon the Elf's belly, his back towards Legolas. The legginere ere stripped off him inch by painful inch, Legolas' struggles only serving both to excite the Men and to delay the inevitable. In a few minutes, he was laid bare to their scrutiny. Boromir shifted his position so that he was now sitting on top of the Elf's thighs, facing him.

The eyes of both men were fixed upon the Elf's member. It was not overly large but it was long and slender. Boromir reached out to touch the flesh; his fingers tracing its elegant outline. Legolas' face burned with humiliation and anger. But he said nothing. Pride would not allow him to beg for his release.

"What does it feels like, Boromir?" murmured Aragorn, his eyes following the movements of Boromir's fingers, stroking the Elven flesh with exaggerated tenderness. Legolas was not aroused, and his shaft was limp with lack of desire. But Boromir was not put off as he continued fondling the Elf, cupping the sacs and tickling it at the same time.

"It feels soft and smooth. Like velvet," Boromir said, his eyes gleaming with the smouldering fires of desire. Boldly, he grabbed the Elf's member and began running his hand slowly up and down its length. Legolas started to turn his face away, so great was his shame at being treated that way, but Aragorn grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at Boromir's hand. Up and down. Up and down. Gently at first and then the speed gradually increased and a muscle jumped in the Elf's bel


"Look at what he is doing to you, Legolas. Do you not like how it feels?" Aragorn whispered. The shaft was now hard. Rock hard. It was an erection that was huge and almost painful in its nature. But still the Elf would not beg and only the increasing tempo of his breathing betrayed the extent of pleasure he took from the Man's hand upon his member. His eyes fluttered closed; his mouth became slack.

"Why do you deny your passionate nature, Legolas?knowknow you enjoy this. Why not give in?" Boromir said with a light, mocking laugh. Suddenly, he stopped the maddening motions of his hand. Legolas' eyes popped open and a hiss escaped his lips before he could stop it. Boromir had bent his head down upon the Elf's erect member, and his tongue lapped at first few drops of moisture that formed at its tip.

"Sweet. Like honey. It is as how I had always imagined it to be," sighed Boromir, licking his lips with relish. "Let me taste," growled Aragorn and the two Men leaned towards one another, lips locked in a hungry kiss. Legolas looked away, sickened but strangely aroused at the same time. His hips had started to have a life of their own, flexing restlessly. There was nothing he could do that could still their movements. And it was unfortunate that the Men noticed it.

"Look at him, my love. See how his body responds to your touch," Aragorn murmured, his eyes fixed upon Boromir's crotch, registering the growing hardness in those breeches. It was torture. The Man's tongue flickered teasingly at the head of the Elf's shaft and Legolas had to bite back a moan when Boromir pressed tiny tip-of-the-tongue kisses upon the entire length, lips brushing lightly and teeth nipping gently upon the hard arousal. His hips lifted on theirown accord as if seeking to embed himself in the moist, warm cavern of Boromir's mouth. But he kept his silence, never allowing himself to cry out with the extent of the pleasure that threatened to burst from his body.

"So the Elf would not beg for us," said Aragorn, his voice soft and dangerous. Boromir paused as he looked at his lover and arched his eyebrow in question. They exchanged secret smiles.

The blow that came onto the Elf's face was stunning as the sound of the palm that cracked across his cheek seemed to resonate in the night air. Two pairs of hard hands tore off the remaining remnants upon his body, leaving the Elf naked. But he was far from vulnerable. With renewed energy he fought back, his fists and elbows connecting with their flesh, drawing grunts of pain. The Men were brutal. Their palms flashed out to strike Legolas' face and fingers tried to choke him into submission – and they succeeded.

Boromir had shifted his position so that he was now behind the Elf. He grabbed a fistful of the fair hair, setting the Elf in an upright position, and tugged it so hard that Legolas bit his lips at the pain. Immediately, the Man wrapped his strong arm around the Elf's slender neck, suffocating him, thereby easily quelling any attempts of resistance from Legolas. The Elf was choking, his blue eyes fluttering back into his head.

"Not too hard, my love. We need him conscious," murmured Aragorn and the grasp upon the Elf's throat mercifully lessened – but just barely. The whisper of clothing being removed drew Legolas' attention and his eyes came to rest upon the sight before him. The Ranger was naked and the Elf knew what was to come.

"Do not do this to me, Estel," the Elf gritted out, pain and humiliation registering upon his fair face as his fingers fought to tear Boromir's arm away from his neck. Aragorn just cocked his head but his hands were upon his own hard and straining member. Their eyes met… cold grey against fiery blue.

"Make him kneel before me, my love," the Ranger said, sealing the Elf's fate. Within minutes, the Elf was kneeling before his tormentor. Legolas dared not struggle for he felt the steel of Boromir's shaft against the small of his back. Every movement he made would only serve to provide friction for Boromir, causing him to be more aroused. Legolas was trapped.

Hard, unyielding fingers grabbed hiw, fw, forcing it open. Legolas resisted, straining to escape what he knew was about to come. "It would be wise to open your mouth, Legolas," came the warning as the arm tightened around his neck. The Elf continued his struggles, his eyes barely focused as Aragorn bent down towards his face.

"Come now. It might not be as bad as you think," he purred, as he leaned forward to trace the outline of the Elf's compressed lips with his tongue. Legolas spat right into the smirking face. Those pitiless eyes narrowed and a hand lifted as if to strike him. The Elf shut his eyes, bracing himself for the blow. But it never came. Instead Boromir’s strong arm squeezed the Elf's air passage tightly and although Legolas tried to prevent it, his mouth fell open as he tried desperately to draw breath into his lungs. What happened next was unavoidable.

Hot, moist flesh rammed into his mouth and Legolas could taste every single drop of liquid that oozed out from the Man's organ. He struggled; his head thrashing around to avoid the invasion of his m, bu, but Boromir's grip on his hair prevented that, and Aragorn rode him then. The Ranger's hips jerked back and forth, his shaft delving so deep into the Elf's mouth that Legolas could feel its tip at the back of his throat.

"How does it feel, my love?" murmured Boromir, his voice strained with the effort to rein in his own desires. Boromir's member was stiff with desire as he ground himself against the Elf's buttocks and one of his hands reached forward to milk the Elf's shaft. "How does it feel to be so deep into his mouth?"

"God, it feels so good! Such a sweet, sweet mouth," groaned the Ranger as his movements increased, his organ slamming itself repeatedly into the Elf's mouth. It seemed to go on forever. He could taste everything. He did not want to but he did. And the Elf did beg then… in his mind. "Please let it be over. Please let it stop." But it did not and to his horror, he felt himself grow harder u the the relentless assault of Boromir's hand upon his member, and he teetered upon the brink of ecstasy.

Aragorn stiffened with his climax, and then shuddered at the heat that burst from his loins. Legolas gagged when the Man finally drew out from his mouth. His jaw ached from the abuse he had been forced to bear and the Man's seed dribbled out from the corners of his bruised lips. He did not want to swallow. He would not give them the satisfaction.

The Ranger almost tenderly licked away the stickiness that trickled down to his chin and the Elf would have recoiled if it had not been for the hand in his hair. It was not over. Boromir stood up, tearing off his clothes and Aragorn's arm replaced Boromir's, curling itself around the Elf's neck once more. The Elf was weak with lack of air and unfulfilled desire as he panted with exhaustion. But the Men ignored him. Boromir brought Legolas' knees to his chest and the Elf stiffened with apprehension.

The first thrust of steel in his opening threatened to wrench a scream from the Elf's throat. Boromir was deep inside him and Legolas arched his back at the sweet agony of it; an expression of painful pleasure was etched into his face.

"I think he liked that, Boromir. Ride him, my love. Make him beg," growled Aragorn, his free hand wandering around the body that was writhing in ecstasy. His fingers sought to pinch the Elf's pink nipples into fevered peaks and his mouth locked onto Legolas' in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of Boromir's manhood in his body.

Legolas was delirious with pleasure as every thrusts of the hard flesh stroked the secret part in his body, coaxing him towards the brink of his endurance. Boromir was almost gentle in his movements as he sought to move in such a way that would give Legolas maximum pleasure. The Man's hands were upon the Elf's member, stroking and teasing the throbbing shaft into life.

"You only have to ask for your release, Legolas," whispered the Ranger, his warm breath in the Elf's ear causing Legolas hivehiver violently with need, his hips lifting to meet Boromir's thrusting ones. "Just ask Boromir to put an end to your torment. Can you not feel how your body responds to him?"

The hand upon his erection tightened, the movements increasing to a frenzied tempo. The rapid rise and fall of the Elf's chest betrayed him furthur. He was so close now. So close to burstingo tho the Man's knowledgeable hands…

"Please," came the choked voice, bordering on tears. And it was enough. Aragorn let the Elf go, causing him to fall back onto the grass. Boromir drove himself deeper into the Elf's quivering body and Aragorn leaned down and devoured the straining erection, his head moving up and down the long, pulsating length. The dual assault wrenched a cry of pure bliss from the Elf and his entire body undulated beneath the Men, desperate to reach his climax.

The force of his fulfilment washed over him like a huge wave, the heat that began in his loins ripped through the entire length of his body and he cried out again, his voice ringing out loud and clear in the night sky. Aragorn jerked his head away and the Elf's seed split upon the Elf's belly. Boromir continued to pump into him until the last tremors melted away from his body and then he too withdrew, stroking his erection with his hands, his own seed spilling also onto the Elf's body. Legolas lay down. Spent and satiated.

Boromir looked upon the Elf lying prone upon the forest floor and he smirked as he wiped his hands on the Elf's chest. Aragorn chuckled, the sound drawing the Elf out of his daze.

The first few deep-throated laughs from the Men sent rage boiling through the Elf's veins. With a snarl, he sat up and grabbed his discarded clothes. Boromir and Aragorn howled with perverse mirth, clapping each other's back in glee. Legolas stood before them, his eyes cold as the frost. He spat at their feet and with that parting gesture, he fled into the darkness.

But the Men were not bothered as they continued to laugh for they knew that no amount of water could wash their scent off from the Elf's body. Legolas had become just like them. Dirty.

End.

Watch out for the Sequel entitled Dirtier featuring Haldir/Rumil/Orophin/Legolas/Aragorn/Boromir