Subconscious

Titile: Subconscious

Author: Quarble (Quarble@hotmail.com)

Summary: Elladan dreams of his brother. Fluffy at times, angsty at the end, eventually NC17, but I haven't written that far yet ;p

Ye Olde Disclaimer: The elves and whatnot belong to Tolkien. They're not mine, I'm just having a bit of fun with 'em.

A/N: This is My First Fic Ever. Suddenly, I've graduated from lurker to writer. Be proud :o) However, this means I am betaless, and I have no idea how this little fic is going to be received. Feedback would be *glorious*. Oh, and just so everything is clear, the majority of this fic takes place in Elladan's dreams, so some of it has a stream of consciousness feel to it. Dream sequences (it's not as bad as it sounds, I swear) are marked with //. Enjoy.

Elladan slept fitfully. Images continued to enter his thoughts unbidden, haunting him with an illicit desire. He recalled again how incredible Elrohir had looked that evening at dinner, wearing the clothes the seamstress had only delivered that morn. The tunic, dyed a rich, deep blue, and the dark brown leather leggings were stiff with newness, restricting the movements of their wearer. Elrohir had fought with his garments while sitting across from Elladan at dinner, tugging at his sleeves and flexing his legs beneath the table, occasionally brushing those of his brother. Elladan had tried to hide his reactions at these minor, innocent touches, but could no longer conceal his blush when, at the end of the meal, his twin had stood and bent at the waist in the attempt to stretch the unforgiving leather. He had exclaimed, "These cruel leggings do not allow one to breathe!" Elladan found his brother's words all too true, as the air left his lungs at the sight of Elrohir, bent nearly double, providing him with an unobstructed view of his perfect, leather-clad rear. Elladan, still seated at the dinner table, surrounded by his sister, his father, and all of his father’s advisors, felt himself grow hard as he stared longingly at his twin brother.


It was then that thought returned to him, and he realized the meaning of those words. Twin. Brother. He should not be lusting after the one with whom he had shared their mother's womb. Consciously, he knew this, and had reminded himself of it a hundred times daily for years uncounted. Yet, his body stubbornly refused to obey, and there were parts of his mind that were none too keen on thinking rationally.


Elladan rolled onto his stomach. He had finally given in to temptation and allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep, no longer trying to push the thoughts of Elrohir from his brain. Instead, he reveled in them.


He sunk into his pillow, his subconscious taking over, filling his heavy head with Elrohir. //Elrohir's body. The way his muscles worked beneath the skin when he moved. His skin, so soft and pale, with barely a trace of hair to mar it. His hair, spilling over his shoulders and back in long, rippling locks of sweet-smelling shadow. He smelled delicious, and often Elladan could merely close his eyes to recall his brother's arousing scent. Elrohir had the eyes of a god, gray with a touch of green at the rim of his irises...// Of course, being identical twins, to describe Elrohir was also to describe Elladan. The sleeping twin had often wondered if his infatuation was naught but his own vanity snowballing to epic proportions. "No," he had always told himself, "it is not his body I love so much as his mind, and his laugh, and his pathetic practical jokes. And the way just the memory of his smell makes my heart race and my skin tingle…”


Elladan's lips curled into a smile against his pillow as Elrohir's scent flooded his mind, rushing in through his every pore, and washing against the shores of his dreams in gentle waves. "Elrohir," he whispered, and the dam that had guarded his mind burst. He was drowning in Elrohir.


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//“Do you often dream of me, brother fair?”


“Aye, that I do. I cannot help it, Elrohir, though Elbereth knows I try to push these thoughts from my mind. You always win in the end, though.”


Elladan knew he was dreaming, and the reality was bittersweet. In his waking moments, he could never lay like this, resting in the arms of his beloved twin, his head pillowed by the porcelain chest. He felt his brother’s fingers stroking the flesh of his bare back, drawing teasing patterns over his spine. “I think you let me win, Elladan, just as you did when we were children. You would always intentionally miss your target when practicing archery, or even when playing hide and seek.”


“I would do anything to make you smile, my love, even sacrifice my pride as a fantastic ‘seeker’ and deliberately miss the twitching, giggling curtain.” Elrohir chuckled at the memories of their innocent childhood, gray eyes shining with joy. “Yes, the curtains sounded exactly like that,” quipped Elladan. “I do love your laugh, Elrohir. And your smile.”


“And I yours. Although, I think the rest of your mouth may interest me more…” Elrohir stroked an elegant finger over his brother’s lips before cupping his face in his hands. He brought his face a hair’s breadth away from Elladan’s, so his twin could feel every breath and almost taste the sweetness of each one. Elladan’s eyes fluttered shut, desperate to feel his brother’s mouth on his. His chest rose and fell with his shallow, aroused breathing, and he could sense Elrohir moving imperceptibly closer. He shuddered upon feeling Elrohir’s tongue trace the outline of his swollen lips with a feathery soft touch. In an instant, Elladan had eliminated the last fraction of an inch between them, and their lips met.


Elladan felt himself melting into his brother’s luscious kisses, their tongues tangling in an erotic struggle for dominance. Once again, Elladan let his brother win, and surrendered to Elrohir’s skilled mouth. The victor gently nibbled on the lower lip of his submissive brother, drawing sighs of pleasure from his lungs. Elrohir, evidently, was inspired by those small, voiceless noises, as he once again pounced on his double and locked him in a passionate, searing kiss.


Elrohir put his full weight on the elf beneath him, crushing their identical bodies together. Elladan’s fingers clawed at his brother’s back, holding on for dear life as his fantasy played out. The kiss became many kisses, lasting time uncounted, and the dreamer became drunk from the taste of his brother’s delectable lips. “Ai,” he moaned, “my brother, my love, I need more than just your kiss. I need your whole body, your whole soul. I need to see all the glorious parts of you, and touch you, and make you mine!”


His brother/lover’s mouth had now moved to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and licks from the lips to the sensitive flesh just below the earlobe. Elladan sucked in his breath as he felt teetntlyntly graze the pointed tip of his ear. The suckling mouth withdrew as Elrohir leaned back to study the flushed face of his brother. The gray eyes were closed in pleasure, the lips pink and pouting, the cheeks were colored with an exquisite blush, and the naked chest was heaving with arousal.


“You are so beautiful, brother. I am yours already. That, however, does not stop me from obeying your request.” Elladan’s eyes popped open at his brother’s words, and he felt Elrohir’s weight removed from his body. He looked up, and gazed upon the beauty that was his love. He suddenly registered that that beauty was slowly and seductively unlacing his leggings…

TBC

A/N Sorry to leave you hanging, but if I keep writing now, I'll never get to bed! Hey, a girl's gotta sleep sometime...