Catch Me If You Can

Title: "Catch me if you can."
Author: Kiki G (ihgs123@yahoo.com)
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Ratings: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine as simple as that.
Warning: Slash, m/m situation
Summary: Hunting season is at hand in Rivendell, but not just any hunting season. This hunt represents elves who hunt for their long-desired mates and it repeats itself every 500th summer. Glorfindel has just one person on his mind and he won't rest until he catches him this faithful night.
A? N: A Say's Possessive pic kinda inspired me. *giggles*lol.Review if you like.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/secretscrolls (community for shy writers) Betaed by Mima E.


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Damp and wet was a grass beneath his knees, slippery from the rain that had fallen earlier that night. But now a clear sky showed his way with reflecting moonlight up above, and his keen eyes searched for the *one*. He was kneeling and observing the night, waiting for the one person to make an appearance at this site.

He was kneeling and he was covered behind the bushes where his beloved's favorite garden had resided. Behind him he could hear a screams and moans of maidens and various elves, and tonight he was counting on to add one more e toe to this lustful chorus.

Young those elves were, but some older ones have also engaged in this tradition. Every five-hundredth summer there was a hunt going on in Rivendell, but this hunt didn't involve any weapons and animals.No, this was a different kind of hunt;a hunt for your mate. This hunt was only meant for those elves who had longed to find a suitable mate for themselves.

Glorfindel didn't like these games, but this night had inspired him to catch his own mate. He would chase him if he had to, till the end of the Arda, but tonight he would have him writhe beneath his touch.

Erestor was the one he had desired for so long and he would have him no matter what. One lone shadow had caught his eye and he shifted his sight on the bench beside the small statue.
There he saw him, taking a seat, opening up a large book as he began to read.

It seemed to Glorfindel that this night didn't worry Erestor so much and he acted like there was nothing special about it.

But Glorfindel didn't know what tortured advisor's mind and what sort of longing he held inside of his heart. Erestor acted indifferent but inside he was very vulnerable.

Tonight he despaired because none of them had picked him to be his mate. But that didn't surprise him. He was always left out, a two thousand year old virgin who had nothing to offer but a piece of his mind. He was smart, and he was wise but attractiveness he often thought he didn't have. He repelled people with his attitude, he loved the ones who he had learned to trust.

Deep in his heart he held only one desire and he had thought it to be foolish and unacceptable. He longed just for the one person but he knew that tonight he was not meant to be with him, and that some lucky son of an elf was sharing a bed with his secret love.

Glorfindel's eyes took all the color and features this elf had to offer and he knew that he needed this more than anything else he had ever needed before.
Stepping up from the bushes, he made his way toward the bench. Standing beside it with his hands crossed, he waited for Erestor to notice his presence.

Erestor was lost in his thoughts that he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings or anything else that was happening around him at that moment. But soon enough his eyes noticed a strange shadow beside him, which was not his own. Raising his eyes a a little he saw a figure of the one who he had loved beyond any measure.

"This starry and beautiful night you waste on that cold and empty book, Erestor. Don't you know it's a pity to waste these stars on something as insignificant as that book." Glorfindel's words were soft and they held a special kind of peace in them, not meaning to alarm and not meaning to hurt anyone.

"This book may be insignificant to you, but to me it's a life. What are you doing here, Glorfindel? Why aren't you having fun with those barbarians who are looking for their so-called mates?" Bitter voice had escaped Erestor's vocal cords and Glorfindel raised his eyebrow in question.

"Why are you so gloomy, my dear Erestor. Whatever for are you calling this tradition barbaric. It has been done for many centuries and it is a good way to find your mate." Glorfindel's words rang as a song through the night, and his eyes had looked upon the one who he had already considered his *possession*.

"I am not gloomy, Glorfindel. I do not like this night and I have my own reasons why."

Erestor sighed as he buried his nose deep into the book trying to ignore the irritating elf beside him.

He wished Glorfindel would go away. He brought him nothing but unease and despair, and the thoughts that he could never have this elf was a worst anguish of them all.

"What if I say that you should give this night more meaning, Erestor. If I were you I would abandon my robes and start running." Erestor's head snapped forward and he met Glorfindel's eyes which were full of mirth.

"Why, there is no one chasing me as far as I know." Erestor replied while his eyes moved from left to right throughout the garden, fearing that Glorfindel's words might somehow be true.

"Wrong you are, liriamer. Tell me why am I here tonight of all nights, bearing you this advice and am standing before you; waiting for you to figure it out."

Erestor's eyes met Glorfindel's in confusion and Glorfindel's nod was the only sign that confirmed Erestor's suspicions.

Finally it dawned upon him.

"You are the one who seeks to hunt me tonight." Erestor gasped." But why seek me when I am but a shell of an elf, attractiveness does not become me and the fairness is not my tale. Seek yourself another elf Glorfindel, because I for one never fall for these games."

Glorfindel smiled warmly at his prey and he moved a little closer to Erestor, coming behind those slim shoulders, and lowering his mouth just above the fine pointed ear.

"Oh dear Erestor, how sweet in your insecurity you are that you don't see what most of as do see. I and many others, which I cannot name, see an exotic beauty wrapped around the air of the mystery and blurry enigma. I see you, and I see all of you and I must say it is the most attractive sight I have ever seen in all of my life. My hands are itching to touch your raven strands, my lips are burning to kiss your pink luscious ones, my hands are restless because they need to hold and touch your body. Will you grant me a permission to hunt you, my lovely one."
Erestor was speechless. He was beyond that actually. All that he ever wanted to hear was being said now and he didn't believe it. It was not real, he thought, but there it was; those words were there. He was melting under a hot breath delivered upon his ear, as his loins stirred and his hands became shaky.
He was scared. He didn't know how to deal with this, now when it was at his doorsteps.

He knew that Glorfindel would hunt him, with or without his permission. And he knew that he would run from all of this, denying everything Glorfindel had said and done thight.ght. But could his escape this fierce Balrog slayer. Was it in his blood to act as a prey and run as a wild animal would run from a danger.

"You are mad, Glorfindel. We are too old for this. Why don't you just let it be? Desire is a tricky thing and it can lead you into unwanted places. I am no one's prey." Determination in his voice was a mellow one but it was there. Decision to quit while they were ahead lingered in his head, but Glorfindel was a master of his own desires and thoughts and he was not going to give this up.

"I gave you an option to say yes and now I must say that your decision is not acceptable. I am a hunter and you are my prey; the stars had decided our path. It would do you good to save your breath for the running I am going to put you through tonight."

Erestor sighed and with a cold voice, he addressed the stubborn elf.

"You must be a fool to think of us this way. I am not running and that is final."
Erestor crossed his arms and quickly he stood up, facing the other elf.

"Then stay and make it easy for me to have my way with you. It's up to you, run or stay. Either way I shall have you on the ground, screaming my name."
Erestor was shocked. What was possessing this elf? Was he so mad with desire that he didn't see that this was wrong? Erestor had dreamed so many times of this moment but he had never imagined that it would happen. He was terrified. He's only fear was that Glorfindel would be disappointed with his performance after they were done. He was not a beauty and he was scared that Glorfindel would look at him in disgust after the night had ended.

He knew if he ran he would have a chance to avoid all of his. He was fast on his feet and since childhood those two limbs had served him well. He had to try. He just had
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"Since you gave me only two choices, I have decided to run. Spare me a moment to get ready." Glorfindel's winning smile broke through and he nodded with his head.

"Sure, but no more than five minutes. I am yearning to taste all of you, dear one." Erestor frowned and he unbuttoned his robe, slipping it off his body. He was only left in the black linen shirt and leggings of the same color, while his boots reflected a different dark blue color. Erestor's legs were not accustomed to all of the running that was ahead of him and he began to stretch them; while Glorfindel's eyes moveer ter the slim body before him.

Glorfindel was imagining his hands on those strong buttocks, squeezing them while his fingers traveled between the plump ass cheeks, searching for a place he desired to pillage all night long.

Erestor could feel those heated eyes upon him but he paid them no heed. He was so oriented on his task no matter how useless it would be. But! Secretly, he knew Glorfindel would somehow overpower him.

Five minutes of intense starring, hard stretg ang and longing sighs had passed, and Glorfindel's voice had brought that to attention.

"Ready, my little deer."

"Ready I am, but animal I am not." Erestor glared at Glorfindel and he knew that the other one was just kidding. But irritation doesn't acknowledge any jokes and his mood was not the light one tonight.

"I meant no offense, dear one. I shall give you a head start of sixty seconds and starting now you can flee from the mighty beast that I am. But itsn'sn't really matter, because both of us know that I will catch you. Good luck, liriamer." With a smug smile on his face he gave him a permission to run, while in his head he had began the countdown. Thirty-five seconds later and after a patient waiting, he realized that he could still hear Erestor's footsteps on the ground.

Advisor didn't manage to flee that far, and he was not even one mile ahead of him. Fifty-five seconds had passed and Glorfindel had started to walk ahead, and when the sixty seconds had fled away he had started to run.

Erestor on the other hand was not so amused. His energy had almost began to fade, and his legs had started to hurt. He knew that he was doomed but still he kept running, knowing well enough that his sixty seconds had passed.

Like a thunder under a hand of Gods, Glorfindel's body roared with the speed. His will was set and his eyes moved quickly all over the tracks Erestor left behind. And then out of a sudden he saw him, running away as fast as his slim legs would carry him. He knew that he was getting closer to him. After all, these warrior legs had never betrayed him, so why should they now.

Speeding up, he came closer to Erestor, thinking about a strategy how to stop the other one from running. He decided to bring him down by pulling him by the shoulders, tackleing him to the ground.

His strong hands reached for those shoulders, while his body suddenly came to a halt. With more force than he had intended, he pulled the other one toward him, his legs throwing the advisor off balance. In a second or less Erestor had found himself on the ground.

But Erestor wasn't ready to give up yet and he had delivered a one swift kick to the other's shins, managing to escape the Elda's hold on him.

Glorfindel was in pain and he growled when an unpredictable blow came from the reserved advisor. Erestor was escaping him and he realized that he would have some trouble with this one. This one was a fire and his determination was an inextinguishable flame.
Collecting himself he stood up from the ground and he began to chase his prey once again.

Erestor knew that his action had bought him some time, but he was not a fool to believe that this would stop Glorfindel. That kick wouldn't keep him put long enough. He ran and ran, but his breathing didn't cooperate so much with him. Running uphill was hard and being advisor he was, he knew that his strength was second to none. He was not used to this. He was not fit enough.

Then out of the sudden he lost his balance and he started to fall downhill, tumbling down like a bird that had been stripped off gravity. But fortunately he had fallen on someone before he managed to hit the ground.

He knew who it was he had fallen on and he sighed, managing to disentangle himself from the body bellow him. The pair of iron hands had stopped him from fleeing and he had fallen once again on the ground.

"Stop this Erestor, before you kill us both. Stop running and surrender to your faith."

Glorfindel's body came to lay a top of the slimmer elf, pinning the advisor's hands beside his head.
"*Merinyel.* (I want you). And by the Valar's will, I'll have you."

Glorfindel sealed his lips over the Erestor's while his hands released a slender ones, ripping the other's shirt into a two pieces.

"Cease this. You don't know what you want, Glorfindel."
But Glorfindel didn't budge. The advisor's words only served to fire him up more. The leggings were the next thing to abandon Erestor's body, together with his boots. Glorfindel's eyes feasted upon the other's body and he smiled at the other elf, making him comfortable in his arms.

But Erestor was not comfortable. He was in panic. He was not strong enough to fight this elf, and he was too tired to continue running. He was in bilemilemma.

That kiss he had received earlier was a mind blowing one, but his insecurities were still there. He kept telling himself that he was not a good lover and that no elf should waste his time seducing him.

"I want you because I love you, and I have been in love for so long. Don't deny me sweet one."
Erestor gasped. Clear those words were he was hearing. Clear they were but so hard to believe. He knew those words had marked his surrender and that fighting this, was not an option anymore.

Glorfindel took this as a yes and he kissed Erestor again. His fingers traveled lower and lower until they have landed on the advisor's shaft. He started stroking it, slower at first, but after a while he added some more speed to it. His tongue licked the advisor's soft lips, while he gazed upon those dark brown eyes. He saw a hidden insecurity in them and he sensed that Erestor might be new at this.

His lips moved toward the other's chest, capturing one nipple between his teeth and rolling the other one between his calloused fingers. He began sucking on the nub of flesh before him, stopping for a while to bite on it. Erestor was lost. Those lips and those fingers had awoken something within him he had never known existed.

He moaned, voicing a sound of the newfound pleasure while his hands squeezed the grass beneath his hands. Glorfindel's lips showed no mercy while they skipped over, from one nipple to another. fin finally when Erestor thought he could take no more of this, a strange wetness had swallowed his shaft, providing a sucking motion and capturing him into a searing madness.

He knew those were the lips of his hunter, the lips of God, lips that he spent observing every night at dinner or lunch time. Those succulent lips he longed to touch, to feel their softness, to kiss them so hard.

And now those lips were giving him a pleasure beyond this universe. Everything he had imagined a pleasure was about, didn't compare to all of this.

Glorfindel's lips remained on the same spot, while his head bobbed up and down, until Erestor released a deep groan, making it known that he was so close to bursting. But Glorfindel didn't want for Erestor to come yet. His fun had just began.

Pulling a small bottle of oil from the side pocket of his tunic, he lifted the advisors legs up, very slowly, positioning them on the other's chest. Erestor took a hold of his legs, feeling like a thousands and thousands of rebellious butterflies had took residence inside of his stomach.

Glorfindel's head moved between those mounds, while his tongue decided to play with a tense ring of muscle that ruled between there.

He liked Erestor's taste. It was strong and it resembled something like the apple and blueberry pie he loved so much. His oiled finger moved over the entrance, and with a small push he broke the barrier of the untouched tightness.

His finger began moving with a steady speed, stretching the other one and making him lubricated and willing to accept one more digit. This was a task of patience and he knew he had to go slow on Erestor because this was his first time.

After a while he knew that Erestor was getting accustomed to his finger because he kept pushing back. He added a second finger and he began scissoring them, stretching that tightness to the limit.

Erestor was incoht. Tt. The fingers inside of him were somewhat uncomfortable and he knew that this act would hurt for a while.

He read about act act, and in every book he had encountered a word pain, but he knew that he had be strong through all of this.
Glorfindel's third finger had brought him some more pain but after a while he got used to it.

Out of the sudden the sparks went through his back and he found himself moaning at the sensation he had encountered. Glorfindel's digits had touched something deep within him and he knew that he desired some more of it.

"What is that.." He asked, confused at what was happening to him.

"That my love is your secret spot. With my cock inside of you soon, I bet I can reach it even better. Soon you will be mine, love." He pulled his fingers out and with a few quick strokes he oiled his impressive shaft.

Positioning his hard flesh just above the puckered ring he began pushing into the lubricated tightness, groaning as he came to the stop. He made it just half a way, and he stopped, moaning at the sudden tightness that surrounded him.

"H...u..r..t..s. Ai." Erestor had managed to say this between his clenched teeth, hoping that Glorfindel would stay still for a while.

"Shh relax meleth. It will pass." Glorfindel gently said, stroking his lover's raven strands as he kissed those soft lips he enjoyed so much.

Three minutes had passed and the time stood still for them, and with one strong thrust Glorfindel began moving inside of his lover.
Erestor's eyes had rolled back, and his breathing became so heavy. He was torn between pleasure and pain and he groaned as the thrusts became much stronger.

Glorfindel's hips moved with a medium speed and he smiled at Erestor, relishing the fact that the other one was a tight virgin. This was a gift and he knew he would learn to cherish it forever.

This tightness was unbearable and he knew that this act would soon come to the end. Withdrawing a long dagger from his tunic he slashed his palm into a small line, as a blood started pouring out of the wound. He formed a same line on the Erestor's palm, lowering his own palm over the other one.

Erestor was behind all of the reality. His mind was blank but he could feel their blood mingling together; he could feel them becoming the one, he could even feel the other's thoughts.

"Your blood and my blood flow now as one. You're mine and I am yours until the day of final judgment. I love you Erestor."

Glorfindel's voice rang clearly through the air. With one final thrust he came inside of his lover, pushing Erestor to do the same. Erestor screamed and he surrendered himself to this final pleasure. He was not lost anymore but he was newly found and Glorfindel was there to hold him till the spasms of delight had come to cease.

Looking into his lover's eyes he found a true love there, he had never encountered before. Repeating the last words Glorfindel had said in the final moments of lust, he had began believing that love truly existed and that he had finally found it in his beloved's arms.

"I am yours until the day of the final judgment. I love you Glorfindel, so much." And in that moment a world had started spinning for them, but two souls were too lost in themselves to notice it.


THE END