The Gift

Title: The Gift
Author: Maelleconstance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Melpomaen
Summary: Erestor has to leave on a trip and Mel has a gift for him.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit of it.
A/N: A sequel to "Lord Erestor's Surprising Day." One shot.


Erestor stood in the door frame of the balcony. He had promised Glorfindel that at the first sign of the horses being brought in the main court, he would hurry down. His packs were all set but he had used them as an excuse for staying in his room a little longer. However, Erestor knew that Glorfindel was no fool and that he had seen right through his little white lie. For the real reason of the Lord Advisor's tardiness was his lover, the seemingly shy Melpomaen.

Erestor and Glorfindel were leaving for Mirkwood. King Thranduil had made an overture towards Imladris after centuries of skulking. Lord Elrond was not about to let that opportunity pass and in response of Thranduil letter, he quickly decided to send to him his Seneschal and main Advisor in the hope to establish a more solid relationship with Mirkwood. Erestor was going to be absent for a long time and while his lover accepted the separation with philosophy, it did not mean that Melpomaen was about to let him leave without doing something special for him.

-I have a gift for you; Mel had told him earlier. Can you not stay in our room a little longer?

Erestor loved his little assistant deeply and he would miss him terribly while on this voyage. He was not about to refuse him anything now that he was so close to leave. Therefore, he had found Glorfindel, told him that he wanted to pack some things that were forgotten and exactly when did he have to be in the main court? The Balrog Slayer sighted and told him that it could wait until the horses were brought. Erestor answered that it was perfect and had rushed back to the room.

-We do not have much time, he told Mel while keeping an eye in the courtyard. What is it that you want to give to me, sweet one?

Melpomaen smiled mischievously.

-It is a surprise. It is something to remember me by when you will be all alone, at night, in a cold bed.

Erestor looked at his lover. Melpomaen possessed the most wickedly perverted mind he knew. His imagination seemed to be limitless and Erestor wondered about what he could have thought of now.

-What do you mean, to remember you by?

-You know, when your need becomes so unbearable that you have no choice but to touch yourself. I will give you something to ease your search for release.

Melpomaen quickly undressed. Erestor vaguely thought that he did not have time for a sexual encounter with his delectable lover and proceeded to say so:

-We do not have time for...

-We? Who said we? You stay right there while I stay right here.

From underneath the bed, Melpomaen pulled a small package and opened it. Erestor could not see what was inside but Mel took from it a small vial of oil.

-This is what I will be doing when I think of you; at night, in my cold, empty bed, he said.

He slowly began caressing himself. His hands brushed his shoulders and stopped on his nipples. Mel started rolling them between thumbs and index fingers until they were like plump little berries. He moaned softly.

-I will dream of you mouth on my nipples, sucking and biting them, he murmured. Your mouth feels so good on me.

Erestor started to feel too warm in his traveling clothes. He watched as Melpomaen's hand continued their descent toward his abdomen. He stopped at his navel, circling it with a finger made wet with saliva. His other hand went lower, massaging the patch of brown hair around his hard cock but never touching the shaft.

-I will dream of your hands teasing me, making me so impossibly hard.

Melpomaen wrapped his fingers around his member and slowly stroked it for a few moments. Erestor was hard himself and he wanted nothing more than to feel his lover's hand on his rock hard cock. A noise coming from outside caught his attention and he remembered that he did not have time for this kind of activity. When he looked back at Melpomaen, Erestor saw that he had opened the vial of oil and that his fingers where coated in it. He was now lying on the bed, facing him so Erestor would have a full view of his puckered entrance.

-I will dream of your fingers entering me, preparing me to be taken by you.

Erestor watched, fascinated, as Mel's hand reached around his right leg and between his creamy and firm cheeks to touch his opening. His oiled fingers circled it, taking his time to make sure it was properly lubricated. He then pushed a single finger inside, applying more oil along the way. He used a second finger to stretch his entrance, opening it as if it was about to be filled. While he was now pushing three fingers in and out in a more rapid movement, he was moaning aloud, raising his hips in the air each time his digits were brushing his prostate.

Erestor was panting himself. It was the most decadent thing he had ever seen. His cock was so hard and already leaking fluid, which made him concerned about having a moist spot on his breeches. He was tempted to untie them, to free his painful erection but he knew he could not do so. Damn Glorfindel and his horses! Damn Elrond for making him leave this sinful creature. And double damn Thranduil for quitting a perfectly skulking habit!

When finally, Melpomaen pulled out his fingers, Erestor could see the opened hole clenching on emptiness. It made him want to feel it, desperately. Mel got up and reached for the small package again. He took out a finely made wooden phallus and began kissing and licking it.

-I will dream of your cock; so hard, so warm in my mouth.

He sucked the makeshift penis as he would Erestor's own member. This time, the Advisor moaned aloud. After a few moments, Mel stopped his attack on the toy and began oiling it carefully. Looking Erestor in the eyes, he placed the head of the phallus at his entrance and began to push it inside. Slowly, the enormous dildo entered the willing body. Melpomaen was moaning and panting. He placed the end of the phallus on the bed and he started riding it, as he would his lover who would lie on his back. One hand was used in maintaining the toy down on the bed; the other began to pump his neglected cock. He moved up and down the phallus at the same pace he was stroking his shaft: hard and fast. Erestor could not believe his eyes. Melpomaen was magnificent in his display of passion.

-I will...I will dream of your cock...fucking me mercilessly; and...and when I come... I will scream your na... Erestor!

He found his release, panting and groaning; his seed spilled on the bed sheets and on the floor. When at last he collapsed on the bed, Erestor came back to reality and saw that Glorfindel was in the courtyard, on Asfaloth's back, looking furious.

-I have to go, my distracting little imp.

Melpomaen raised his head and said:

-Did you like your gift?

Erestor reached the bed and kissed him passionately.

-I loved it, and you know that very well.

-Yes. So now, you will know what I will be doing, night after night, when I think of you. And I will know what you will be thinking of me when you do it. Maybe that way, you will hurry back to our bed.

-You know I will. Not only for the immense pleasures of your body but also because I am madly in love with you.

Erestor kissed Mel once again. He then heard an angry shout coming from outside. Mel said:

-You had better go before Lord Glorfindel arrives here. And I love you to, my dark Advisor. I will love you until the end of time.

The end...for now.