Sibling Rivalry

Wah! 0.0 I live! Sorry I haven't posted anything lately (new stories or updates); I've been trying to get back on track after a visit to Chicago. I also acquired two new kittens, and things have gotten even more hectic from there. Blackie tends to force me to stay in one place (she passes out in my lap, though I could probably drop her on the floor without her waking up), and Noodle always wants to be on the desk or on the keyboard. ::dramatic sigh:: Such is my life...


Title: Sibling Rivalry
Author: Silvertree (Megumi Takahashi)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, explicit sex, BDSM, PWP in every sense of the acronym
Author's notes: I've had a few people ask me for Haldir incest fics, and this is the result. I've wanted to write one for some time now, and was really just looking for an excuse. Thank you all for giving me one. I'm such a pervie little bunny... ^o^
Disclaimer: Not mine. God frappin' damn it.

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The light from a pale, watery moon filtered through the treetops, shining weakly on the grass and leaves to create patches of sickly green. The air was still; no breeze rustled through the trees, and the heat was verging on oppressive. Such weather was foreign to the woods of Lórien, and most of the inhabitants were sleeping fitfully, disturbed by the heavy, humid night.

A dark, shadowy shape slipped easily through the woods, silent and swift, almost invisible to the untrained eye. The figure paused for a moment under a tree, lifting a waterskin to its lips. It drank deeply, but suddenly stopped, listening for sounds that were not made and looking for beings that were not visible. The container of water was stoppered, and dropped to hang, forgotten, by a lithe hip. A dagger appeared in its stead, the thousand-fold, beaten edge glittering wickedly in the pale moonlight.

"A little late for an evening stroll, isn't is?"

The grey hood was torn away by a grasping hand and replaced by a cascade of ash-blond hair as Haldir spun around, his cloak swirling behind him and his dagger poised and glinting. Blue eyes stared into two similar sets, and the guardian relaxed visibly, sliding his weapon home into its sheath.

"Orophin, Rúmil..."

Haldir's stout heart beat faster under the stern gazes of his brothers, and he felt a strong desire to flee seize him when he heard the steel in Rúmil's voice.

"What are you doing out here, Haldir? You know it is forbidden to walk the woods at night without the explicit permission of Lord Celeborn or the Lady Galadriel."

Haldir let his head fall in shame; his brother spoke the truth. Too many Elven warriors had fallen lately, and the Galadriel believed it to be the work of someone inside Lothlórien itself, allied with the darker forces that were occupying the world. Haldir personally thought that the idea had very little support; the only race capable of disguising a member and infiltrating effectively was the race of Dark Elves, and they hadn't been seen or heard from in over three thousand years. Nevertheless, in an effort to prevent any unwelcome intruder from leaving the woods to a destination or master unknown, the Elves had been banned from their customary nightly journeys through the forest. The only ones allowed out were those selected by Celeborn and Galadriel to patrol for any attempting to escape; indeed the number of guards had increased five-fold.

Slowly, Haldir brought his eyes up to meet the cold gaze of his siblings.

"I know, brothers, and I know also that it is not one of my patrol nights. I merely sought solace by the cool water of the river, for it is hot and my mind is troubled."

Orophin looked at Haldir, studying his brother thoroughly. Haldir had never shown himself to be unfaithful before, and despite his scorn over Galadriel's idea concerning the source of the betrayal, Orophin privately agreed. The blond elf gently took his brother's dagger and bow, setting them to one side.

"I believe you, Haldir, but nevertheless you were caught disobeying the orders of the Lord and Lady. We will not tell anyone, and so your honor and reputation shall remain intact, but you must submit to the punishment prescribed for those who cannot follow orders."

Haldir nodded bleakly, raising his arms and allowing Rúmil to strip away his quiver and belt. His face burned as he sank to the grass, tugging off his boots and leggings, then his gauntlets and finally his cloak and tunic, casting them haphazardly on the ground behind him. He knelt in the grass and leaves, naked and vulnerable, as Rúmil bound his hands with a thin rope, before he threw the end of the rope over a tree limb, pulled on it until Haldir's arms were stretched above his head, and bound the elf's wrists again. He ran fingernails lightly down the bare, muscular back, smiling as Haldir's muscles shuddered from the sensation. Walking silently to stand in front of his brother, Rúmil spread Haldir's knees slightly with one booted foot, providing his sibling with a stronger platform of balance.

"Hold, brother..."

Orophin reached forward and parted Haldir's hair to the sides of his neck, stroking the strands into place. He allowed his fingers to linger in the rich silk, fondling golden locks he had only admired from afar. Orophin absently reached down and picked up Haldir's belt, running his hands over the narrow length braided leather. It would do, he supposed; implements made specificalor tor the purpose of punishing the disobedient were kept at the palace, but to Orophin's knowledge they had never been used.

Haldir managed to remain still and silent as his brother caressed the long strands of his hair, but at the first lash his back arched and he gave a loud gasp. He squirmed for a moment, tryin esc escape the sharp pain, but stopped when Rúmil's booted foot connected with his stomach. If anything, his struggles had only encouraged the elf who wielded the lash, and the blows fell in quick succession. Haldir cried out as the leather bit into his back and shoulders, separating skin from muscle in some areas and raising red welts in ot. He. He could feel the blood running down his back, aggravating fresher injuries. He arched away involuntarily, and screamed as Orophin put all his strength into a single stroke, opening a bloody gash from Haldir's left shoulder blade to his right buttock.

Lighter blows began to rain down upon Haldir's thighs, stinging more than cutting, and the blond elf groaned gratefully as they landed one on top of the other, to the point where they numbed his skin and he could no longer feel them. Orophin soon noticed that the lashes were having little effect, however, and he traveled slowly up the golden body, the belt flicking against the skin of Haldir's buttocks. Haldir's sibling again struck hard enough to break the skin, and his eyes glinted as his brother cried out with the sudden pain.

Then, to Haldir's surprise, the pain began to ebb, and a feeling of warmth spread throughout the area where he had been lashed. In a matter of moments the warmth had reached fever pitch, and it surged downwards, a blaze of heat spiking in his groin. Haldir gave a soft moan, his cries of pain softening to low whimpers. The blond elf felt himself harden, an erection forming despite his best efforts to suppress it, and Rúmil laughed when he noticed the change in his brother.

"You'd best stop, Orophin. For Haldir, at least, it is no longer a punishment."

Orophin slowed his strokes and then stopped, letting the bloody length of leather drop to the ground. He circled Haldir to stand next to Rúmil, chuckling softly at the picture Haldir presented. The elf was gasping, his face flushed and his eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pure lust. The dark nipples on the heaving chest had already risen to hard peaks, and the milky droplets seeping from the tip of Haldir's erection glistened in the pale moonlight. Rúmil crouched upon the ground and bathed them away with his tongue, pulling back and chuckling as Haldir thrust his hips, crying out softly.

"What say you, Orophin? Should we leave him like this?"

The elf pretended to think for a moment, staring thoughtfully at his bound and eager brother.

"Nay, Rúmil. It was our duty to punish him, not torture him. Although since pain and pleasure seem to walk thus, hand in hand..."

Haldir's eyes barely registered a steely flash, before he arched and yelped. Orophin had drawn a dagger from a sheath on his belt, and made a long, shallow cut across one of Haldir's nipples. Then the blond elf was kneeling before his trussed sibling, his lips closed around the cut flesh. He sucked fiercely, biting the damaged area from time to time, grinning as Rúmil repeated the process with Haldir's other nipple. The bound elf cried out and jerked futilely at the ropes that held him. The pleasure of the sensation combined with the burning was more than he could stand, and he ground his hips against Rúmil until the elf took his erection in a light grip, stroking the flesh with his fingernails. A few light touches were all it took before Haldir's body spasmed and stiffened. He threw his head back in a silent scream, oblivious to everything except the ecstasy of release.

Haldir collapsed, falling forward until the strain on his wrists and his brothers' bodies stopped him. A cool hand cupped his chin, and Haldir soon found himself looking into Orophin's grey eyes. The elf brushed his tongue gently over Haldir's lips, teasing them open until Haldir permitted entrance. Orophin took his time, savoring the warmth of his brother's mouth and spoiling himself with the sweetness of Haldir's tongue. He moved aside reluctantly, moving behind Haldir to allow Rúmil a turn. This time Haldir felt himself being kissed with a bruising force, felt the tongue forcing its way into his mouth with little warning. Rúmil seemed to steal the breath from Haldir's lungs, and the elf was left gasping and panting for air.

Rúmil chuckled and drew his dagger, gently running the flat of the blade from Haldir's chin to his forehead. A quarter-turn of the weapon left the beaten edge resting against Haldir's skin, and Rúmil gently traced from the corner of his brother's eye, over one high cheekbone, and down over Haldir's face, dipping underneath his jaw and following a ridge of muscle to the hollow of Haldir's throat. Haldir neither moved nor cried out, but Rúmil had obtained his reward. A line of glistening blood marked the dagger's path, and Rúmil bathed it away with his tongue. Haldir gave a slight groan at this, and his brother pulled back, tracing the cut with his finger.

"You like this, don't you Haldir?"

Orophin chose that exact moment to let his hands wander around to Haldir's front, peeling away the blood that had clotted over the elf's nipples, squeezing forcefully until the blood flowed anew. Haldir cried out and arched into his sibling's hands before he fell back, body heaving.

"Yes! Valar, yes," he moaned, voice dripping with desire.gazegazed up at Rúmil with half-lidded eyes, straining towards his sibling. "Please..."

It was the confirmation that Rúmil and Orophin had been waiting for, and the latter quickly moved away from Haldir and stripped off his boots, leggings, and tunic. Orophin then stood and watched with as much pleasure as Haldir while Rúmil undressed at a slower rate, teasing with glimpses of smooth golden skin before he dropped one article of clothing and then another into a pile. Orophin stroked himself gently, eyes falling half-closed as he watched Rúmil, remembering the many times the other elf had mimicked the actions of Orophin's own hand upon Orophin's own body.

It seemed like an eternity before Rúmil had finished, but in reality it was a matter of minutes from the time Rúmil had begun removing his clothing to the moment he pressed his bare body against Haldir's, sharing his sibling's mouth in a honeyed kiss. Orophin left off pleasuring himself and moved once again behind Haldir, pressing light kisses on the wounds left by the lash and reopening some of them with his teeth. Haldir rocked between his brothers, first grinding his hips against Rúmil, then arching back as Orophin licked or bit a cut. Soft whimpers spilled from his lips into Rúmil's mouth, and the other elf made a sligestgesture to Orophin.

The blond elf had a good idea as to what his sibling meant, and he moved back slightly, placing firm hands on Haldir's buttocks. The elf shied away at first, as Orophin's hands came in contact with his injuries, but witsecoseconds he was pressing the open wouforcforcefully against Orophin's callused skin. The blond elf grinned, gently parting the globes of flesh to press a finger against Haldir's tight opening. The muscles gave with surprising ease as Orophin slipped first one finger, then a second and a third into the heat of his brother's body. Haldir cried out loudly into Rúmil's mouth, nonsense syllables spilling from his lips as Orophin brushed a finger against his a single spot that made things seem to explode behind his closed eyes. Orophin sank his teeth through the skin and into the muscle of Haldir's shoulder, suckling at the flesh he held trapped within his mouth until his brother's cries became soft whimpers.

Rúmil broke away from Haldir, looking across at Orophin as his brother gasped for breath. The other elf released Haldir's shoulder and nodded, and Rúmil rose to his feet. Haldir moaned as a hand fisted in his hair, pulling his head back. He knewl wel well what Rúmil expected of him, and he opened his mouth eagerly, allowing his brother to thrust into his mouth and down into his throat. In the same instant Orophin pushed smoothly into him, and Haldir gasped around his brother's shaft. The movement encouraged Rúmil and he whispered soft commands to his sibling, moaning as Haldir complied. The blond elf managed to pull back, sucking on the very tip of Rúmil's erection, coating his tongue with the droplets seeping from it before he took more of the lenbackback into his throat.

All the while, Orophin moved gently, rocking into Haldir, gripping the slender hips firmly to hold his brother still. The earlier foreplay had excited Orophin as it was, and the sensation of his brother's muscles, tight and gripping, made his head spin. He involuntarily moved faster, jolting Haldir's body forward as Rúmil thrust into the elf's mouth. Haldir cried out as a particularly hard thrust tore him slightly, then again as Orophin rammed into his sensitive prostate. Orophin felt the warm trickle of blood from his brother and apologized silently, before the ecstasy overtook him once again.

A soft cry broke from Haldir's throat as Orophin reached his hands around to the front of Haldir's body, pinching the cut nipples fiercely. Then the hand he ehe elf's hair tightened to the point of pain, and Rúmil stiffened. The hot semen hit the back of Haldir's throat, almost making the Elf gag, but he managed to swallow all of it. A few moments later Orophin followed his brother, burning Haldir as his semen came into contact with torn flesh.

Both elves withdrew after a minute, and watched Haldir with interest. The elf was flushed and panting, his erection still full and bathed by the warm night air. Rúmil smiled gently and crouched down once more, taking Haldir into his mouth. His tongue trailed in circles around the sensitive head, before he took in more, running his tongue along the bottom of the heated flesh until he could feel the hair at Haldir's groin pressing against his nose. Orophin gently pressed a finger into Haldir again, brushing the sensitive prostate repeatedly. It was the work of moments; Haldir screamed as he came inside of Rúmil's mouth and throat, his vision going white and his back arching.

The three elves knelt pressed against each other for long moments, before Orophin wearily reached up to sever the rope binding Haldir's wrists. Haldir collapsed against his brother, groaning as he was lowered to the ground. Orophin and Rúmil sandwiched him between their bodies, and Haldir opened one bleary eye.

"Are such events customary after one is punished?"

Rúmil laughed, and shook his head.

"No, only when Orophin and myself are the ones dealing the blows, and even then it's only if the accused is exceptionally pretty. As a matter of fact, you're the first one we've treated to this."

Haldir nodded sleepily, and he pressed his face against Orophin's chest, burying his nose in a lock of blond hair. He felt strangely comfortable; the wounds upon his body were already healing, and he felt truly tired for the first time in weeks. Then a sudden thought came to him, and he shifted slightly between his brothers.

"I'm not due to patrol for another three days, am I?"

Orophin shook his head, drawing his siblings closer as he did so.

"No you aren't. We come off duty at the same time you begin."

Haldir grinned, before he settled down in the arms of his brothers.

"I shall be here tomorrow, then."

Rúmil chuckled, kissing the tip of Haldir's ear gently. The elf was already drifting off, his eyes still open in the manner of his people. Rúmil reached out and squeezed Orophin's shoulder. The elf smiled at his brother and lover, whispering so he wouldn't disturb the one who slept between them.

"And so will we."

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Finis.