Tiri a Iuitha
folder
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,456
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,456
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tiri a Iuitha
Title: Tiri a Iuitha
Author: Cheysuli cheysuli@gvtc.com
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Summary: Legolas despairs, a man gets the chance of a lifetime, and Aragorn is selfish.
Warnings: Voyeurism, dubious consent, mentions of Mpreg, WIP.
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Other/Legolas
A/N: Written for the LIC Fetish/Kink Contest.
A/N2: WIP. I could have done better than this but I’m a terrible procrastinator and had to rush. Heh. Bad me.
A/N3: Title means 'To watch and to use.' Not a very good title, I know. But titles are hard. And now that I've bored everyone with A/N, I had better send this to LIC before I change my mind. *does nothing* Yes. I will send it. *still nothing* Any minute now...
______________________________________________
Legolas frowned slightly as Aragorn sat up, running a hand through his hair. “It’s ok, Love,” Legolas said, watching as the man fumbled for his leggings. “It-”
“If you say it happens to everyone, I‘ll…” Aragorn growled, standing and yanking his leggings on. He glared at the naked elf on the bed before grabbing his shirt and walking towards the door. “I’m going for a walk.”
“But it’s the middle of the night,” Legolas said, wincing as the door slammed shut. He sighed, pulling the blanket over him and snuggling into his pillow.
Ever since the quest had ended, he and Aragorn seemed to be drifting apart. During the days, things were perfectly normal. He’d help Aragorn with his reports or go to the library and, occasionally, go on a picnic or ride. But during the nights…
Legolas sighed and rolled over, facing the large window. He was worried about Aragorn; this… problem, for lack of a better word, was really having a bad effect on the man. ‘And on me, as well,’ he thought, closing his eyes. ‘Ever since this started, he’s been almost unbearably irritable.’
He shook his head and turned away from the window, falling quickly asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aragorn stalked through the dark halls of the palace, furious and embarrassed with himself. How could this have happened to him of all people? He was a king… he was a ranger… he was… impotent.
He stopped walking and leaned against the stone wall, thinking over what had just happened. It had been just as every other night since his crowning…
Aragorn straddled the naked elf, running his hands down the slender body as he kissed Legolas. The elf moaned and arched upwards, rubbing his arousal against… the man’s very limp cock.
Aragorn growled softly. His problem was ruining their marriage, he knew, despite what Legolas said. He saw the look in his elf’s eyes every time he left Legolas unsatisfied; saw the concern whenever Legolas noticed how stressed he was about this.
And there was another problem. His advisors kept bringing up the topic of an heir. Aragorn knew that he needed to sire an heir soon, to assure his people. And there was no way that he could get Legolas pregnant until he solved hisblemblem. Maybe someone else should sire it…
Aragorn gasped, not at what he had just thought but at the image that suddenly came to his mind…
Aragorn watched as Legolas’ body jerked from the man’s hard thrusts. Aragorn moved so he could have a better view and he saw the man’s cock withdraw from Legolas’ entrance before shoving back in.
Aragorn trembled and suddenly realized that his leggings were impossibly tight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas woke with a start as the bedroom door slammed open, banging against the wall. He barely had time to recognize his husband before he was straddled and shoved hard against the bed. “What-”
He was cut off as Aragorn kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue into the elf’s mouth. After a few moments, Aragorn broke the kiss and sat up, staring at the panting and flushed elf beneath him.
Aragorn suddenly realized that his arousal had faded and he growled, pulling away from Legolas and standing. He frowned at the elf before turning and exiting the room, leaving a very confused elf behind him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later, Aragorn crept back to his room, entering as silently as he could. He glanced briefly at the empty bed before walking over to the window. He had a lot of explaining to do, this he knew.
He stopped near an overstuffed chair that faced the opened window and gazed at its occupant. “I’m sorry, Love,” he whispered, kneeling next to the chair.
Legolas glanced at his husband. Aragorn’s actions had left him thoroughly confused and upset and he didn’t know if he should be angry with Aragorn or not. “What happened, Aragorn?”
Aragorn sighed and began playing with the hem of Legolas’ robe. “I’m not sure, Lego I g I got aroused and wanted to be with you, but the arousal faded.”
Legolas cocked his head. “That’s why you left again.” The human nodded. “What were you doing when you became aroused,” Legolas asked, almost dreading the answer. ‘What if he desires one of the guards? What if I’m the problem?’ he thought, feeling close to tears.
Aragorn hesitated, not wanting to tell Legolas what exactly he had been imagining. It was shameful, dishonorable, perverted, and there was no way Legolas would agree to it. ‘Hold on!’ Aragorn though, shocked. ‘He will not agree to it because I will not ask him. I shouldn’t even be thinking of asking him.’ He nodded, pleased with his decision. ‘But what if he says yes?’ He scowled, mentally glaring at whoever’s voice that was. ‘I didn’t ask you.’
Legolas frowned when Aragorn remained silent. “Aragorn? What’s wrong?” he asked, now certain that he wasn’t going to like this.
Aragorn sighed, knowing that Legolas wouldn’t leave him alone until he confessed. “I was thinking… when I became aroused.”
“Thinking of what?”
“About heirs, Legolas,” he said, standing suddenly and walking towards the empty fireplace. “I was thinking that until my problem goes away, we will not have any children. And I know that you want a baby so I thought…”
Legolas stood and followed his husband, stopping just behind him. “Thought what?” he asked, whispering.
Aragorn sighed and turned, wrapping his arms around Legolas’ waist and hugging him close. “I thought that maybe someone else should sire it.”
Legolas gasped and jerked away from Aragorn. “You are a fool if you think I want to be with anyone other than you,” he hissed, glaring angrily at Aragorn.
“No!” Aragorn shouted. “It was just a passing thought,” he continued, making an effort to keep his voice even.
Legolas frowned, upset that his lover had even thought he would have children with someone else. ‘Wait a minute,’ he thought, realizing something. “Aragorn?” he asked. “Why did the thought of me with someone else arouse you?”
Aragorn winced and looked at the floor. “I imagined… a man… you… I… watched.”
Legolas cocked his head, confused. “What?”
Aragorn took a deep breath and looked up. “I imagine that a man was taking you while I stood by and watched.”
Legolas stared at him with wide eyes. ‘He was aroused by that?! At the thought of someone else… with me?!’ He started swaying slightly, in shock over what he had heard.
Aragorn quickly gathered Legolas in his arms just as Legolas fainted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas regained consciousness just ten minutes later. He blinked and turned over, gazing tiredly at his husband. “Aragorn?”
Aragorn glanced nervously down at his pale lover. “Legolas, my love, how are you feeling?” he asked, stroking Legolas’ hair in a way he knew the elf found soothing.
Legolas frowned. “I had the strangest dream. You told me I should be with someone else.”
Aragorn winced and turned away from Legolas, not wanting the elf to see his nervousness. While Legolas had been unconscious, he had been debating with himself whether or not he should discuss this with the elf.
Aragorn had come to the conclusion that, since he wanted to solve his problem and just imagining didn’t last long enough, he would ask Legolas to try something… different. Now the only thing Aragorn had to worry about was if he’d still have a cock when he was through speaking or if Legolas would rip it off and shove it down the human’s throat for even suggesting such a thing.
Legolas frowned, sitting up on the bed he couldn’t remember returning to. ‘Returning to? he asked himself, mildly confused. ‘I left it?’
Suddenly, everything that had had happened came rushing back. “You want me to have someone else’s baby?!” he screamed, horrified at the idea. ‘He doesn’t love me anymore,’ he thought, fighting back tears. Why else would Aragorn want this?
Aragorn cringed and looked back at his upset lover. “No! No, Legolas! I want you to have my baby.”
Legolas calmed slightly, relieved but still very confused. “Then what do you want?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
Aragorn sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I want to watch while someone else has sex with you right before I have sex with you,” he answered, wincing. That was not how he had intended to ask Legolas.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As soon has Legolas calmed downed, Aragorn crept out of the bathing room he had been hiding in and sat cautiously across the room from Legolas. “It won’t be as bad as you think, Legolas,” he said, trying to ignore Legolas’ angry glare. “I’ll get aroused by watching someone take you. That way I won’t go soft.”
Legolas frowned, not liking the idea in the slightest. “What if this ‘someone’ gets me pregnant?” he asked, believing this would cause the human to abandon this insane fantasy.
Aragorn smiled. “You know as well as I do that there are herbs you can take to prevent that,” he said.
“What if I get a disease?” he asked, knowing that was impossible but hoping Aragorn would conveniently forget that.
“You’re an elf,” Aragorn answered, smirking.
Legolas smiled, remembering something he had read in one of Elrond’s books. “But what if ‘someone’ has a disease, passes it to me, and I pass it to you? I won’t get sick but you will.”
Aragorn frowned, thinking. “Well… I could examine the men and choose one who shows no signs of illness. That way, we have nothing to worry about.”
Legolas was beginning to get desperate. He did not want to do this but it seemed as if Aragorn wouldn’t take no for an answer. “What if ‘someone’ doesn’t want to do it?” he asked. He knew that was unlikely; several of Aragorn’s guards were always watching him. And to make matters worse, they seemed healthy.
“Who could resist you, lovely one?” Aragorn asked, mentally cursing himself. He hated that he had to practically force Legolas into this, but it was the only way to solve his problem. The many nights of impotence had caused his temper to shorten and he realized that if this continued, he’d eventually begin taking his frustration out on Legolas. And he never wanted to hurt his gentle lover.
Legolas looked down in defeat, realizing that if he refused, Aragorn would be angry. And he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to risk losing Aragorn. “I’ll do it,” he said, trying very hard not to cry.
_____________________________
TBC...
Author: Cheysuli cheysuli@gvtc.com
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Summary: Legolas despairs, a man gets the chance of a lifetime, and Aragorn is selfish.
Warnings: Voyeurism, dubious consent, mentions of Mpreg, WIP.
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Other/Legolas
A/N: Written for the LIC Fetish/Kink Contest.
A/N2: WIP. I could have done better than this but I’m a terrible procrastinator and had to rush. Heh. Bad me.
A/N3: Title means 'To watch and to use.' Not a very good title, I know. But titles are hard. And now that I've bored everyone with A/N, I had better send this to LIC before I change my mind. *does nothing* Yes. I will send it. *still nothing* Any minute now...
______________________________________________
Legolas frowned slightly as Aragorn sat up, running a hand through his hair. “It’s ok, Love,” Legolas said, watching as the man fumbled for his leggings. “It-”
“If you say it happens to everyone, I‘ll…” Aragorn growled, standing and yanking his leggings on. He glared at the naked elf on the bed before grabbing his shirt and walking towards the door. “I’m going for a walk.”
“But it’s the middle of the night,” Legolas said, wincing as the door slammed shut. He sighed, pulling the blanket over him and snuggling into his pillow.
Ever since the quest had ended, he and Aragorn seemed to be drifting apart. During the days, things were perfectly normal. He’d help Aragorn with his reports or go to the library and, occasionally, go on a picnic or ride. But during the nights…
Legolas sighed and rolled over, facing the large window. He was worried about Aragorn; this… problem, for lack of a better word, was really having a bad effect on the man. ‘And on me, as well,’ he thought, closing his eyes. ‘Ever since this started, he’s been almost unbearably irritable.’
He shook his head and turned away from the window, falling quickly asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aragorn stalked through the dark halls of the palace, furious and embarrassed with himself. How could this have happened to him of all people? He was a king… he was a ranger… he was… impotent.
He stopped walking and leaned against the stone wall, thinking over what had just happened. It had been just as every other night since his crowning…
Aragorn straddled the naked elf, running his hands down the slender body as he kissed Legolas. The elf moaned and arched upwards, rubbing his arousal against… the man’s very limp cock.
Aragorn growled softly. His problem was ruining their marriage, he knew, despite what Legolas said. He saw the look in his elf’s eyes every time he left Legolas unsatisfied; saw the concern whenever Legolas noticed how stressed he was about this.
And there was another problem. His advisors kept bringing up the topic of an heir. Aragorn knew that he needed to sire an heir soon, to assure his people. And there was no way that he could get Legolas pregnant until he solved hisblemblem. Maybe someone else should sire it…
Aragorn gasped, not at what he had just thought but at the image that suddenly came to his mind…
Aragorn watched as Legolas’ body jerked from the man’s hard thrusts. Aragorn moved so he could have a better view and he saw the man’s cock withdraw from Legolas’ entrance before shoving back in.
Aragorn trembled and suddenly realized that his leggings were impossibly tight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas woke with a start as the bedroom door slammed open, banging against the wall. He barely had time to recognize his husband before he was straddled and shoved hard against the bed. “What-”
He was cut off as Aragorn kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue into the elf’s mouth. After a few moments, Aragorn broke the kiss and sat up, staring at the panting and flushed elf beneath him.
Aragorn suddenly realized that his arousal had faded and he growled, pulling away from Legolas and standing. He frowned at the elf before turning and exiting the room, leaving a very confused elf behind him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later, Aragorn crept back to his room, entering as silently as he could. He glanced briefly at the empty bed before walking over to the window. He had a lot of explaining to do, this he knew.
He stopped near an overstuffed chair that faced the opened window and gazed at its occupant. “I’m sorry, Love,” he whispered, kneeling next to the chair.
Legolas glanced at his husband. Aragorn’s actions had left him thoroughly confused and upset and he didn’t know if he should be angry with Aragorn or not. “What happened, Aragorn?”
Aragorn sighed and began playing with the hem of Legolas’ robe. “I’m not sure, Lego I g I got aroused and wanted to be with you, but the arousal faded.”
Legolas cocked his head. “That’s why you left again.” The human nodded. “What were you doing when you became aroused,” Legolas asked, almost dreading the answer. ‘What if he desires one of the guards? What if I’m the problem?’ he thought, feeling close to tears.
Aragorn hesitated, not wanting to tell Legolas what exactly he had been imagining. It was shameful, dishonorable, perverted, and there was no way Legolas would agree to it. ‘Hold on!’ Aragorn though, shocked. ‘He will not agree to it because I will not ask him. I shouldn’t even be thinking of asking him.’ He nodded, pleased with his decision. ‘But what if he says yes?’ He scowled, mentally glaring at whoever’s voice that was. ‘I didn’t ask you.’
Legolas frowned when Aragorn remained silent. “Aragorn? What’s wrong?” he asked, now certain that he wasn’t going to like this.
Aragorn sighed, knowing that Legolas wouldn’t leave him alone until he confessed. “I was thinking… when I became aroused.”
“Thinking of what?”
“About heirs, Legolas,” he said, standing suddenly and walking towards the empty fireplace. “I was thinking that until my problem goes away, we will not have any children. And I know that you want a baby so I thought…”
Legolas stood and followed his husband, stopping just behind him. “Thought what?” he asked, whispering.
Aragorn sighed and turned, wrapping his arms around Legolas’ waist and hugging him close. “I thought that maybe someone else should sire it.”
Legolas gasped and jerked away from Aragorn. “You are a fool if you think I want to be with anyone other than you,” he hissed, glaring angrily at Aragorn.
“No!” Aragorn shouted. “It was just a passing thought,” he continued, making an effort to keep his voice even.
Legolas frowned, upset that his lover had even thought he would have children with someone else. ‘Wait a minute,’ he thought, realizing something. “Aragorn?” he asked. “Why did the thought of me with someone else arouse you?”
Aragorn winced and looked at the floor. “I imagined… a man… you… I… watched.”
Legolas cocked his head, confused. “What?”
Aragorn took a deep breath and looked up. “I imagine that a man was taking you while I stood by and watched.”
Legolas stared at him with wide eyes. ‘He was aroused by that?! At the thought of someone else… with me?!’ He started swaying slightly, in shock over what he had heard.
Aragorn quickly gathered Legolas in his arms just as Legolas fainted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas regained consciousness just ten minutes later. He blinked and turned over, gazing tiredly at his husband. “Aragorn?”
Aragorn glanced nervously down at his pale lover. “Legolas, my love, how are you feeling?” he asked, stroking Legolas’ hair in a way he knew the elf found soothing.
Legolas frowned. “I had the strangest dream. You told me I should be with someone else.”
Aragorn winced and turned away from Legolas, not wanting the elf to see his nervousness. While Legolas had been unconscious, he had been debating with himself whether or not he should discuss this with the elf.
Aragorn had come to the conclusion that, since he wanted to solve his problem and just imagining didn’t last long enough, he would ask Legolas to try something… different. Now the only thing Aragorn had to worry about was if he’d still have a cock when he was through speaking or if Legolas would rip it off and shove it down the human’s throat for even suggesting such a thing.
Legolas frowned, sitting up on the bed he couldn’t remember returning to. ‘Returning to? he asked himself, mildly confused. ‘I left it?’
Suddenly, everything that had had happened came rushing back. “You want me to have someone else’s baby?!” he screamed, horrified at the idea. ‘He doesn’t love me anymore,’ he thought, fighting back tears. Why else would Aragorn want this?
Aragorn cringed and looked back at his upset lover. “No! No, Legolas! I want you to have my baby.”
Legolas calmed slightly, relieved but still very confused. “Then what do you want?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
Aragorn sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I want to watch while someone else has sex with you right before I have sex with you,” he answered, wincing. That was not how he had intended to ask Legolas.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As soon has Legolas calmed downed, Aragorn crept out of the bathing room he had been hiding in and sat cautiously across the room from Legolas. “It won’t be as bad as you think, Legolas,” he said, trying to ignore Legolas’ angry glare. “I’ll get aroused by watching someone take you. That way I won’t go soft.”
Legolas frowned, not liking the idea in the slightest. “What if this ‘someone’ gets me pregnant?” he asked, believing this would cause the human to abandon this insane fantasy.
Aragorn smiled. “You know as well as I do that there are herbs you can take to prevent that,” he said.
“What if I get a disease?” he asked, knowing that was impossible but hoping Aragorn would conveniently forget that.
“You’re an elf,” Aragorn answered, smirking.
Legolas smiled, remembering something he had read in one of Elrond’s books. “But what if ‘someone’ has a disease, passes it to me, and I pass it to you? I won’t get sick but you will.”
Aragorn frowned, thinking. “Well… I could examine the men and choose one who shows no signs of illness. That way, we have nothing to worry about.”
Legolas was beginning to get desperate. He did not want to do this but it seemed as if Aragorn wouldn’t take no for an answer. “What if ‘someone’ doesn’t want to do it?” he asked. He knew that was unlikely; several of Aragorn’s guards were always watching him. And to make matters worse, they seemed healthy.
“Who could resist you, lovely one?” Aragorn asked, mentally cursing himself. He hated that he had to practically force Legolas into this, but it was the only way to solve his problem. The many nights of impotence had caused his temper to shorten and he realized that if this continued, he’d eventually begin taking his frustration out on Legolas. And he never wanted to hurt his gentle lover.
Legolas looked down in defeat, realizing that if he refused, Aragorn would be angry. And he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to risk losing Aragorn. “I’ll do it,” he said, trying very hard not to cry.
_____________________________
TBC...