Rapture.

Title: Rapture.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Un-beta’s, graphic HET.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Measures are taken by Glorfindel to get what he wants.

Rapture.

He had never been so enraged in his life. He slammed shut the doors to his quarters and strode into his bedroom. There he stood, cheeks flushed with anger, his fists opening and closing, breathing heavily and completely helpless and at a loss as to how to express what he felt.

“Bastard!”

Perhaps not completely at a loss.

“He set me up, the bastard set me up!” He growled as he began to pace.

Having knocked and then entered Glorfindel’s office - as he had been bidden via a short and nondescript missive, he had walked in upon a scene he would of given anything to have not witnessed.

The Captain had been sat behind his small and messy desk, rather comfortably in his very average chair that saw little use. But he had not been alone. In his lap sat a young maiden, one of the kitchen staff. The front of her bodice was open, the strings straining as two plump bosoms lay exposed, her nipples peaked and swollen, gleaming with moisture.

Erestor had stood momentarily stunned, watching as one of those erect nipples disappeared between the warrior’s lips and was generously sucked upon and then was drawn teasingly between his teeth.

Heat had flushed the advisors cheeks, and a sudden sharp pain had flared in his chest. Unable to move or speak, his eyes watched as Glorfindel’s hand squeezed and manipulated her other breast, harshly pinching its peak. Unable to stop himself, his eyes had followed the warrior’s other hand to where it disappeared beneath the folds of her skirts.

The girl sat with her back arched, her eyed closed and her mouth open as small inarticulate little cries escaping her lips. He knew what Glorfindel’s hand was doing, he had no doubt what and could even picture the warrior’s fingers probing and pushing between the girls wet folds, pushing against her maiden barrier.

It had been the girls startled cry that had brought him out of his stupor. His eyes had snapped back up, and his cheeks flooded with heat as the girls hands flew up to where she was exposed. One hand over her heaving chest, and another over the fabric of her skirts that covered her crotch and, where the warrior’s hand lay.

His eyes had then connected with Glorfindel’s, and there had been the unmistakeable gleam of triumph there. That was when something had clenched, and then snapped inside of him. He had turned and stormed out of there, slamming the office door behind him.

He sat now on the edge of his bed, furious to the point of tears. He had been set up. Glorfindel had sent for him, wanting to be found in a compromising position, and the bastard had succeeded.

Earlier…

“Enter” The golden Lord called.

A small smile crossed his lips as the young serving girl entered the office, tray in hand as she closed the door behind her.

“Your tea, my Lord.”

He inwardly shook his head at the silky quality to her voice, and the flirtatious look in her eyes. This one had had her eye on him for some time, and had been open with her desire for him. At first he had found it nothing short of ridiculous, for as pretty as she was she had not been of age, until a fortnight ago that was, when her fiftieth summer had been celebrated. Now that she was eligible, she could be of use to him in his endeavour, and perhaps he could teach her to not be so obvious in her desire as a young woman ought not be. He had no intention of cruelty, and he would not be as base as to take from her that which she could never have back, but he would give the girl what she wanted - to some degree - and gain some dangerous ground with his own heats desire.

“Thank you, young one.”

She had been placing the tray on his desk when she had lifted her gaze at the apparently dissatisfactory term.

“Young no more, my Lord, I am of age now,” she lifted the cup and saucer in offer, and when their hands touched, she spoke again in a daring, somewhat petulantly husk tone. “A woman now, if you will.

His eyes locked with hers, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

“Young mistress,” he spoke, still with that slow unreadable smile, “ would you mind shifting this tray along my desk? Do not worry over my papers, there’s no order to them.”

She looked somewhat surprised but complied non the less. She was slightly startled however, when feeling his hand cup her behind. She stood up straight, and when meeting his eyes, was unable to conceal her youthful excitement.

“Thank you,” he replied simply, letting his hand drop away.

She stood now before him as he sat back comfortably in his chair, an arm on each rest and his legs spread slightly. She had bit her bottom lip in an unconsciously enticing manner as he patted his thigh in invitation.

“Sit here a moment dear,” he spoke huskily, and primly she sat upon his lap, her breath speeding up as her breasts came into line with his handsome face.

“Congratulations on your coming of age, my young beauty.”

She smiled in delight and looked at him in away no young maiden really should if she wished to be taken at all seriously by any suitor. Yes he would introduce her to sexual delight, and teach her to conduct herself with a little more decorum perhaps.

“I saw you, you know, you had a small celebration held on the lawns did you not?”

“Aye,” she replied, somewhat breathlessly, “it was quite lovely, decorations and the most wonderful food and -”

“I don’t remember,” he interrupted her, “but I do remember what you were wearing.” As he spoke he looked leeringly and purposefully at her cleavage.

“You were wearing a beautiful gown,” his eyes met her hers, “a rather daring one too.”

“I - I made it myself.”

“It was beautiful, you are beautiful, did you know that?”

She was unable to respond, and simply stared as two large hands slowly moved up from her waist and cupped each breast. She gasped.

“I noticed these mostly,” he gently squeezed, causing her gasp once more, “I wonder if you made that dress to purposefully show off your wonderful,” he met her eyes, “ripe, succulent breasts.”

She let out a harsh pant, and watched as those large hands pushed her breasts together, causing them to bulge against the low neck line of her dress. She bit her lip as a finger hooked into the tie of her bodice, and gently pulled.

“Lets just have a look at these.”

She let out a small cry as the laces were loosened and the front of her gown was slowly opened, her chest heaving up and down as the cool air touched the peaks of her generous mounds when the fabric was pulled away to slowly unveil her bosoms.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and truthfully too, as he cupped one full and milky white breast, his thumb brushing over a nipple.

He continued to do so, as he stretched his neck and nosed away the hair from her ear to whisper.

“I have seen you, my dear, watching me.”

Another cry left her lips as forefinger and thumb gently pinched. His lips grazed her ear as he spoke.

“You should not gaze so openly, young one, guard you desire more carefully, less you wish to be taken advantage of, such as I could now.”

His free hand was suddenly on her knee, and again she gasped as it slipped beneath her skirts to touch the warm flesh of her thigh, and slid upwards.

“Trust me when I say you don’t know what you want, you are of age but you have all the time in the world to explore these paths.” His hand that been sliding up her thigh lay between her legs now, coaxing them apart until he could cup her warm mound, covered only by the soft material of her underwear.

“I could get you so worked up, young one, so worked up that you would say no to nothing. I could slip this-” he pressed his groin against her which caused her eyes that had closed to flash open with another gasp, “- between your lips, and you would not say no.”

His hand snuck beneath her underwear, and one finger worked between her moist lips to gently tease and rub at the centre of her pooling heat.

“But I will do no such thing, and will not take you here, in my office on my desk, as I know you’ve fantasised about.”

She met his gaze then, and heat flooded her already flushed cheeks with a hint of shame.

“Oh no, my dear, do not be ashamed. You are young, despite what you feel. I think no less of you as another might, one who was uncompassionate. I am flattered and find you most beautiful, but you do not want me, not as you think you do.”

As he spoke those words his hand below her skirts continued to rub, and if anything, the motion of his fingers increased, causing her to groan quietly yet cast a slightly confused look his way. He laughed huskily.

“I did say I find you beautiful, and I would not leave you so.”

And with that, he dipped his head back down and took a ripe bud between his lips, caressing with his tongue, suckling upon her. Her head flew back and her eyes closed once more, a helpless moan escaping between her parted lips as her nipples were teasingly bit and sucked, a large hand working between the tops of her thighs - inside of her. Both were lost in the foreplay, foreplay that had no intention of going anywhere. And they would of continued that way until the maiden who would remain such, would reach her peak, but that of course, was not meant to be. She would from hopefully that day forward, carry herself with the dignity of any noble woman, and would not soon forget the look of shock upon master Erestor’s face when suddenly spotting him standing in the doorway.

Even though it had been his own plan, Glorfindel had been quick to cover her, to let the skirts that had ridden up fall back down her shapely legs. The poor girl was shocked, but she would learn from this, and he had taken a large risk to gain some much needed ground with the one he did want.

When next he looked to the door of his office Erestor was gone, and he felt a twinge of guilt at deliberately hurting him so, but it would be worth it. In the mean time the young maid was furiously tying the strings to the bodice of her dress, a look of horror on her pretty face. Another twinge of guilt. He gently cupped her chin in one hand.

“Do not be ashamed,”

“How could I not I -”

He pressed a finger to her lips, hushing her.

“He is honourable, which is more then I can say for myself. Not a word will pass his lips.”

She looked perhaps a small part relieved, “and you?”

“I told you,” he spoke softly, laying his hands gently upon her shoulders, “I would not take advantage, you have my discretion. I am sorry to of caused you embarrassment, but I think this is a lesson learned the kinder way for you.”

She nodded, but there was a certain look in her eyes, and an edge to her voice, “and I have undoubtedly helped you along, have I not?”

He raised his brow, surprised. “Not so young after all.”

“To one who admires you, the banter the two of you exchange is easily discerned.”

He meant to apologise again, but she spoke again. “You used a young, inexperienced girl - woman to get what you want, you don’t think that is taking advantage?”

This time it was he who flushed with shame, but to his surprise, she did not radiate anger.

“Though, I must say… lesson indeed learned.” She did not appear happy with him, but there was a certain understanding that glinted in her eyes.

He looked relived, “I am still sorry, but also glad - mostly glad.”

She nodded, and meant to side step him to leave the office but was caught by the arm.

“Go and be courted by a noble young man, know your own worth, young beauty.”

OoOoO

The tears had come, he hadn’t been able to stop them, which only made him more angry. He shot to his feet as the doors to his chambers were suddenly flung open, and just as suddenly slammed closed. Into his bedroom stepped Glorfindel, and he was surprised to actually hear himself growl.

Glorfindel said nothing, but approached him slowly. They stood nearly toe to toe, Erestor, so hurt and yet still angered that no words would come. And Glorfindel, looking almost calm, as he gently touched the advisor’s damp cheek, causing the darkling elf to jump slightly.

“You wept, you wept because you saw me with another.”

“I hate you,” Erestor ground out, just as another tear streamed down his cheek.

“No. No you love me.”

“Bastard” the advisor rasped, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Glorfindel gave pause, smiled half heartedly, looking remorseful. “I am sorry for what you saw I..”

“You’re sorry?! You sent me a missive! You planned it!” He yelled, pushing the tender caress away from his cheek.

“Yes, what I meant is that I’m sorry I had to do that. I had to do that Erestor..”

“You had to?” He asked incredulously, “what about that poor girl Glorfindel? A young girl!”

“A young woman, Erestor. Her behaviour to me had to be addressed, she learned an important lesson that -”

“That you were all to happy to teach her!” He spat out, bitter jealousy dripping from every word.

Glorfindel stepped close and firmly gripped the advisor’s chin in one hand, his other holding him by the back of the neck.

“She came to me a maiden, she left as a maiden. Others would of done much worse. She knows of my attachment to you, she forgives me for it. She learned in so brief a time to respect herself from now on and I assuaged her crush.” He stepped closer still, his breath brushing against pale pink, quivering lips.

“My only gain in this was in hurting you.”

Erestor made a sound of disgust and attempted to pull away but was not allowed this retreat.

“Gain?” He asked, still bitter but quieter now, quiet in having been hurt and knowing it showed. “What could you gain from this, I see now where your desire lies, and that is with the fairer sex!”

The grip on his chin was released and he was suddenly ceased by the shoulders firmly. The warrior griped them tightly, hunching them together as he drew Erestor close.

“You know good and well where my desire lies - with who it lies,” he growled.

“I will not be used,” Erestor hissed, but did not attempt to pull away.

“Why are you so certain that you will be the one to wind up hurt here? Think you that your continuous rejection does not hurt?”

With a firm tug Erestor pulled away and crossed his arms, “no, no I do not think you are capable of feeling such!”

Glorfindel grimaced in surprise hurt, those were harsh words, coming from the one person, the one person who..

“I say no, I say no once because yes, yes alright I desire you! I want you! And that scares me, forgive me for being afraid and saying no the first time!” He cried desperately, running his hands roughly through his hair even as he sniffed to keep the tears away.

“Erestor,” the warrior growled, reaching for the advisor and gently cradling his handsome face, made all the more beautiful by the tears shed for him. He stressed his next words carefully, “explain yourself, explain this to me.”

Erestor’s breath caught, a hiccup of sorts as more tears were painfully forced away at recalling the event. “I saw you,” he whispered, looked straight into blue eyes, showing every ounce of pain caused by this elf. “I saw you, entering his chamber, I don’t know who, only an hour after seeking me out and being turned away, an hour. An hour later in which.. In which…”

“What?” Glorfindel groaned helplessly, he remembered that night, he did not remember the elf but he remembered the night, one of the worst of his life. “In which what?”

“In which I wanted to take it back,” he whispered, his gaze watery and unbearably vulnerable. “I wanted to take it back, to say yes, but you moved on without a second thought.”

“Moved on?!” He shouted, “I was heartbroken! I did not move on, I can not move on!” he shouted angrily. “I tried again and again!”

“After a night spent with someone else! Always with someone else Glorfindel!”

“Nay,” the warrior hissed, backing the elf shorter by a only a few inches but half his weight against the wall near his neatly made bed, “nay, it was you, every one of them was you,” he growled, “I saw only you, I wanted only you, and I’m going to have you.”

“Glorfindel!” Erestor yelped in shock as he was slammed against the wall.

“No,” the warrior growled, and crashed their lips together, “you’re mine, I’m having you you’re mine!”

Erestor gasped as the front of his robe was torn, as he was hiked up against the wall, his legs forced around the warrior’s hips.

“No! I said no Glorfindel!” He cried helplessly as his fists thumped against the warrior’s sturdier bulk, “this isn’t you Glorfindel you -”

“How would you know?!” the warrior cried earnestly, looking directly into startled brown eyes, “you rejected me at every turn. Each time I told myself try again or run away! How do you know how I am?!”

This time it was Erestor who firmly gripped the sides of his flushed, tear stained face. The warrior’s hands stilled on the advisor’s waist, his eyes closed tightly as he attempted to suppress an anguished cry that had been building up for what felt like his entire life time.

“Look at me,” a suddenly stronger voice spoke, he opened his eyes, he looked at Erestor.

“I know, I know because - because…”

“Say it,” he begged in a whisper. Realising only now how hard he had Erestor pressed against the wall, how he had torn his clothes and thrust himself upon the one who was most precious to him. He released his hold, allowing the darkling’s feet to touch the ground as he sunk to his knees, wrapping his arms around the advisor’s legs. “Say it now for the first time, mean it, say you love me and mean it or I’ll die.”

Two hands tilted his chin up, and with a quivering voice Erestor spoke, a tear sliding down one cheek, “I know because I know you, because I love you.”

The warrior’s breath caught, and slowly and shakily, he dragged himself up by Erestor’s slender legs so as to be eye level. His hands unsteady, gently reached out to caress a pale, damp cheek, to run his thumb gently under eye lashes that curled long and thick with moisture.


“Erestor I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered back , and then smiled shakily, “even if you can be a complete bastard.”

Glorfindel laughed croakily, still caressing the advisors face as gently and as worshipfully as one can. “I am sorry.”

Erestor leaned forwards, his mouth a breath away from Glorfindel’s, eyes intent on each other and lips close and trembling.

“Glorfindel,” he spoke still slightly unsteadily, as he reached to hold the wrists each side of his head, “Glorfindel, take me to bed.”

His eyes closed instinctively, as if a weight had been lifted. When next he opened his eyes he saw a starling sight of devastating need and a trust that despite everything, was unwavering. The fear was still there, and the vulnerability of finally having what one had always wanted was touching beyond words. And without looking away, Glorfindel’s hands gripped the advisor’s waist, and again lifted him, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his own waist.

But this time it was gentle. Erestor’s long legs wrapped around him as if they had done so a thousand times before. Eye contact was never broken as slowly he turned, his free hand stroking slowly up and down a slim back and into inky black silk hair, as he crossed the short distance to the bed.

carefully he lowered Erestor to the mattress, in awe of how utterly beautiful he was, clothes torn and dark hair pooled around him, small, full lips slightly parted and dark eyes hooded and wanting him, wanting him so much.

He pulled his shirt over his head, looking dishevelled and terribly roguish and masculine as his muscular form was unveiled. He kicked off his boots. His leggings were discarded and naked he climbed upon the bed, kneeling between Erestor’s legs as the elf lay there quietly, taking every exposed inch of flesh in.

He lifted one of the advisor’s feet, kissed the delicate arch, and tugged at the already askew trouser leg, before doing the same with the right foot. Erestor shrugged out of his torn robe, and lay there naked and sublime.

“I am yours, Glorfindel.”

“Finally,” he breathed, and didn’t waste a second more, he lunged for that first real kiss, yet the contact was sweet and gentle, but in no way chaste.

Glorfindel laid his heavy form upon Erestor’s, loving how the insides of Erestor’s thighs brushed against his sides. They breathed heavily through their kisses, panting as Glorfindel’s hand ran deliberately slowly and intently down the curve of Erestor’s shape, resting on a hip and thigh, encouraging the close contact as they ground together

“Gods,” Erestor panted, “I had no idea, no idea,”

“What?” Glorfindel asked, sounding just as breathless.

“That I needed you so much, oh gods, everything, you’re everything and I didn’t know.. nearly lost you I..”

“I’m here now,” he husked, driving his hands into that dark hair and holding his head firm as he kissed the advisor soundly.

“More,” Erestor spoke into the kiss, and gasped aloud when his lips were free, “I want more of you.”

Glorfindel reached for the bedside table, the draw there, and opened it with such hast the entire draw came out and thudded on the floor. It would have been amusing had he not been so in desperate need of lubricant.

“Oil, I need oil!”

“It’s in there,” Erestor replied amongst the kissed he peppered desperately along the warrior’s nearest shoulder.

He could of cried in relief when he found the small bottle, he kneeled up in triumph, between Erestor’s legs and still panting, he hooked one long leg over his shoulder but was stopped by the darkling’s desperate plea.

“Just enough for you, nothing else matters, hurry,” he begged.

Glorfindel had never heard anything so pleasing, and not only that it would aid him in claiming what he needed the soonest, but in that nothing else mattered to Erestor, that he should hurry. He coated himself, and flinging the empty bottle away he aligned his throbbing length and leaned over his lover upon his elbows, close enough to kiss, to hear ever pant and to see every exquisite pang of ecstasy.

“Now, please now!” Erestor nearly sobbed, and gasped when suddenly filled.

“Oh gods,” Glorfindel breathed, “I’m there, you’re mine.”

Slowly first, savouring the feeling of slim hands running over his back, of the lingering kisses. He moved above Erestor, panting into an open mouthed kiss as the heat rose within him.

“It’s it’s just..” he spoke inarticulately, his pace picking up as his eyes closed tight and his mouth fell open.

“Please tell me it’s different,” Erestor begged in a voice that was utterly breathless. “I want to be different for you, different from all the others,”

“Oh Erestor,” he breathed, and gave one deep, hard and lingering thrust as their lips met. They parted and Erestor gulped in the air. “Erestor,” he breathed, “oh Erestor, there‘s no comparing, no comparing” and he looked to be in such ecstasy, like he was truly happy, “Erestor, you feel like home.”

Sweat beaded on their skin, limbs entwined slickly as they rode together, ground and thrust and received. Erestor’s mouth fell open as he let out a cry, his head pushing deep into the pillow as he arched and exposed his beautifully slim neck.

“I can’t last much longer,” he panted, his eyes glistening.

Glorfindel nodded and renewed his efforts, becoming no more forceful but astounding the darkling elf in his passion. He sought for everything Erestor had and claimed it all. He let out an animalistic cry and groaned at each push, Erestor cradled his head to his chest and he could feel the slick underside of Erestor’s thighs sliding against the top of his own as his body bent and his arms encircled the dark elf‘s midle. Finally he leaned up on both hands and watched enraptured as he thrust hard, watching as Erestor’s head moved up and down against the pillow, as his perfect mouth formed in a helpless ‘O’. Finger nails dug into his sides and the heels of Erestor’s feet dug into the small of his back, his rear cheeks clenched with every forwards thrust, and it was as music as Erestor came, calling his name as he spiralled out of control, forcing himself down hard onto the cock inside of him.

Glorfindel buried his head into Erestor’s sweat dampened hair and salt tasting neck, as he thrust those last few times. He moaned Erestor’s name as he came, lazily thrusting even after spilling himself inside of his lover.

As they settles, as they came back down to earth, Glorfindel lay boneless and unable to move from atop of Erestor, as they caught their breath, a real tenderness that neither had ever known over came them. Soft kisses were planted anywhere within reach. Glorfindel sought to be held and was. Erestor, with lax member still inside of him, raised a thigh to wrap around this lover, and hugged him close.

“Promise me,” the advisor whispered, “promise me you’ll give me everything.”

Glorfindel looked up from where his chin had rested on the advisor’s chest. His hair was damp around the hair line, his skin still healthily flushed.

“Promise me I will have that tender lovemaking again. Promise me you’ll lose control, rip off my clothes, slam me against the wall and claim me as yours without my say. Promise me you’ll worship me. Promise me you’ll carry out your every fantasy, every one. Promise me you’ll be sordid with me, base, animal like. Promise me you’ll want to fuck me and use me in every way you can. Promise to speak words to me, loving and crude, be harmful and soft, desire to mark my skin. Promise to become enraged if another looks at me, promise…”

“Erestor,” their eyes met.

“I promise, all that more,”

“More?”

“All the more that there is.”

He leaned up on his elbows, gently brushing away the few black strands of hair that lay damp and stuck to the advisor’s brow.

“I want more now.” He growled.

Erestor smiled an exhausted smile, “and promise me you’ll always want more.”

The End.