Unfair

Title: Unfair
Author: Adulot - charlotte-p@attbi.com
Pairing(s): Haldir/Legolas
Rating: R
Summary: Haldir wants something. Legolas won't let him have it.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR (but daaang, I wish I did!), or Haldir, or Legolas, or any of the settings or any other characters that may make an appearance. I do, however, worship J. R. R. Tolkien (who doesn't?)
Warning: Slash (duh), PWP, lots of non-canon and significant non-con.
Authors Note: This is my first try at writing a slash fic...I couldn't help myself. I promise there'll be one with a plot later! Oh, and feedback is always appreciated. Loved it? Tell me so. Hate my guts for doing this to precious Legolas? Tell me so. I love the attention. Special thanks to my friends, who willingly beta-read the story and put up with my nagging, and to several songs, including but not limited to "Superman" by Eminem and "Lick" by Joi. -These- are italics.

The night had been peaceful. The darkness had soothed Legolas's soul, had put him momentarily at ease. There was still an ache, a longing, a piece of his heart that had been torn out and could never be repaired. But Lothlorien's cool evening breezes had helped soothe that ache.
To repeat...the night -had- been peaceful.
Not so anymore. The fair blonde Elf had nearly drifted into the world of dreams that his kind knew as sleep when a hand wrapped in his hair and pulled. Sharply, as though the owner of said hand meant to ensnare him, to trap him and never let go.
Another large, calloused hand, twin to the first, stifled his startled gasp, and his half-open azure eyes met a pair of starkly gray ones, nearly black in the absence of light. The ruby lips of the one above him twisted into a predatory smirk.
The hand slipped from his mouth; thumb running over his full lower lip before continuing its path down to his throat, fingers curled just slightly.
"Haldir," Legolas breathed.
Leaning down towards the slighter Elf, the March Warden of Lorien grinned in a sinfully sensual way, his eyes glimmering with danger, with pent-up desire.
"It is I," He growled lowly, long fingers reaching over to twine in Legolas's hair once more, letting the strands shift through his digits like fine silk. Frowning, Legolas reached up as though to bat the hand away, out of reach at least.
"What are you--"
Again Legolas was silenced, this time by that same pair of deeply crimson lips, hot and hard against his own. Struggling, he pushed at Haldir's large frame, a slight growl building in his chest. Finally managing to free his lips from the other Elf's, he glared daggers at Haldir.
"You have no right to do this. What do you think you are doing? I am an Elf, not some...play toy for your ill-sated desires."
The hand that had previously rested upon his throat was now upon his chest, hovering over his breastbone, pressing down just slightly.
"I understand that quite well, my little prince. But you see...I am an Elf as well. And I cannot bear to let you tease me any longer."
The hand in Legolas's hair became vicious once more; long fingers wrapped themselves in strands the color of pure light.
Legolas was stricken, his eyes wide and slightly confused.
"Tease? I have done no such thing!" He protesangrangrily.
Haldir's countenance came into view once more, his strong features not inches from Legolas's face.
"Oh, but you have," He breathed gently, his breath warm, scentless across Legolas's lips, "Every time I have seen you -- every time you have passed through Lothlorien, you with your glimmering eyes and your thick hair, your royal bearing and humble attitude -- you have teased me. You have taunted me in ways you cannot imagine, nymph."
Legolas was speechless, his eyes wide and focused on Haldir's. Unconsciously, he struggled, trying desperately to escape the hand on his chest that suddenly seemed much heavier.
"And if you will not have me of your own will," Haldir cautioned lowly, expression drifting towards a cold, humorless scowl, "I will take you for myself, with or without your consent."
Again Legolas gasped, a chill running through his lithe body. In a moment his back was flush against the trunk of the enormous mellyrn in which the talan was situated. His mind was racing, heart beating faster than a frightened baby rabbit's. The other members of the Fellowship, they were nearby, they would hear…hear what? Hear whatever it was Haldir intended to do to him, he supposed. Glaring once more at the broad-shouldered Elf who held him captive - and perhaps captivated - Legolas pushed Haldir's strong arms, desperately trying to force him away.
"No." The Prince of Mirkwood said resolutely.
One of Haldir's dark brows arched,
"No? No indeed. You should know by now that you have no choice, kua."
Even this did not deter the smaller Elf. He continued to glare at his oppressor, still desperate to get away, to flee as he had never fled before.
"I will not let you do this!" He hissed, thrashing and shoving against Haldir, struggling to get his legs under himself.
"Ahh, therein lies your error, kalwa. It does not matter to me whether you would let me do this or not...I will do it no matter what."
Disbelieving, Legolas stilled for just a moment, fisted hands pressing against Haldir's chest.
"You would not do such a thing, Haldir o Lorien."
The deeply black eyes met his again, sending a jolt of electricity up Legolas's spine.
"Oh, but I would, Prince Legolas," Haldir purred, his body frighteningly close to the slighter Elf's own.
Before he had a chance to respond, the Warden's lips were pressed tightly against his with a force hard enough to bruise. Legolas whimpered at the pain, twisting and turning his head, trying desperately to escape Haldir's tight grasp. It was of no use. The hands on Legolas's biceps were like iron bands, never budging, never giving in the least. A slight shifting of a limber Elven body, the whisper of cloth against skin and Haldir's body was pressed tightly to Legolas's, leaving the smaller Prince to feel the Warden's arousal, pressed tight against his thigh.
Legolas's wide, frightened eyes met Haldir's once more as the kiss was finally broken. The Warden's chest was heaving, his dark eyes half-lidded with guilty lust. Hands, warmed by snubbed passion, were suddenly searching beneath Legolas's tunic, nimble fingers pulling at the ties that would not come undone quickly enough for the broad-shouldered Lorien Elf. Finally, though, the troublesome garment had been undone - though Legolas would not move, would not give any sign of response, and thus refused to pull his arms out of the sleeves of the tunic. Sighing in mock irritation and ecstasy denied, Haldir hooked one finger in the tunic, pausing for just a moment before pulling sharply down, splittine fie fine cloth completely in half. Legolas's eyes sparked with hatred, locked for a moment with the Warden's own. Haldir seemed to disregard this defiance, easily pulling the tunic from Legolas's body. Freely, he let his hands roam over the strong frame in front of him, palms smoothing over wickedly soft shoulders, arms tight with quivering muscle. As a warm heat suddenly surrounded Legolas's nipple, the Prince surprised even himself by gasping, throwing his head back against the strong old tree behind him. Pausing in his ministrations, Haldir raised his head to peer into Legolas's eyes once more, a self-satisfied smirk crossing his features for just a moment.
"Such a wanton display of passion for an act that is unwanted," He growled tauntingly, fingers taking the place of his mouth, tugging on the dusky rose flesh until he was satisfied with its state. Legolas, meanwhile, was shaking visibly, the muscles in his jaw standing out as he clenched his teeth to keep from crying out - in pain or desire, he did not dare to wonder.
"I do not...want..." Legolas began to grate out, but as teeth closed in once more around his nipple, he could only offer a strangled, "Ai…" Accompanied by a frustrated groan. He was not supposed to want this, Haldir was forcing him into it and he didn't enjoy it. Not one bit. It hurt. Haldir was bruising him; those wicked teeth would leave many marks upon the Prince's fair skin.
Somehow, Haldir was now free of his tunic as well. Legolas was dimly puzzled, he had not seen this happen, but suddenly an expanse of the March Warden's pale skin was visible, and Legolas's eyes traveled, unbidden, over the nearly glowing surface.
Haldir straightened and leaned forward, his hair, flowing like strands of white gold, brushing against Legolas's bare shoulder, tickling.
"I will make you want it," He vowed. "I will make you want me."
Legolas shied away from this solemn promise, averting his eyes and trying desperately to focus on something other than the ethereal creature directly in front of him. As Haldir's hips bumped his own, he could not stifle his slight whimper, though he fought hard to do so. An almost cruel laugh came from the Warden,
"You will know how it feels, Prince. When I am through with you, you will be screaming for your release, begging me to finish you."
Legolas could not help but stare at Haldir, the lewd words of the Lorien Elf still ringing in the archer's ears.
Again those lips savagely attacked the Prince's own. Teeth bit down upon his soft lower lip, once more pulling forth a strangled cry from the depths of his heaving chest. A slick tongue pressed against his lips, passed through them when the smaller Elf gasped for breath. Hands repeatedly raked down Legolas's chest, nails scratching, leaving slight red marks where no red marks were supposed to be. Suddenly, Haldir pulled back, leaving a now panting Legolas to unconsciously arch towards the larger body, craving the hot contact they had shared only moments. Haldir sat back and regarded his prey, taking in the swollen lips, dilated pupils, trembling hands. A slow smirk crossed the larger Elf's features.
"Undress yourself," He ordered lowly.
Legolas blinked in surprise and was t tot to question Haldir when the salacious smirk stopped him. Quivering with pent-up rage and confused desire, Legolas fumbled with the ties of his breeches, unable to untie them. Shaking his head, Haldir leaned forward once more and Legolas had to wonder what punishment awaited him now. Flinching just slightly, he tipped his head back, desperate to avert his gaze, to pretend he was not enjoying this. Vaguely, he felt his restricting breeches loosen and glanced down to see the cause. The sight that met his eyes nearly made him groan aloud. Haldir's teeth were locked on to the laces of Legolas's breeches, tugging on them and loosening them with agonizing slowness. Finally, Legolas was free, sitting still as Haldir pulled the rest of his clothing away. Again, Haldir paused, admiring the lithe golden body in front of him.
Smirking, he snaked one arm about the Prince's waist and pulled him roughly forward. Quickly, Legolas discovered that Haldir div divested himself of the rest of his clothing as well, though when he had done this the slender archer did not know. Nor did he care, as he suddenly found his nude form pressed against that of another, hot skin against hot skin, muscle flush against muscle and heat quickly spreading, desire evident in both Elven frames.
Slowly, one roughened finger drew itself down Legolas's chest, following the path of his sternum and traveling lower, far lower, halting just below his navel. Legolas's eyes were squeezed shut, would be narrowed if they were not.
"Open your eyes," It was a rough growl, strained and laden with desire. An order.
Legolas pried his sweet blue eyes open, forced himself to meet the gaze of his captor, the blackness that had somehow been transformed from the neutral gray Legolas had glimpsed earlier in the day. Haldir shifted his weight slowly, dragging his sharp hipbones against Legolas's own, and in a flash of panic Legolas realized what the Warden's intent was.
"No!" He cried again, arching his back in a desperate attempt to flee, turning and twisting in Haldir's embrace.
"If you struggle, it will be all the more painful, innocent virgin," Haldir murmured wisely.
In a moment, Legolas's defenses had been breached. Pain seared his soul and tears stung his eyes. And then there was a white flash of light behind his vision, a volt of electricity shot through his wanton body. Pleasure was suddenly thrown in with pain, and Legolas found himself confused, unable to decide whether to struggle, to bolt from the searing pain or to press himself further down, against the Elf beneath him, to experience the brief flash of pleasure once more. Haldir decided for him, burying his body in the Prince's own. A moan came from the larger Elf as he even now threaded his fingers in Legolas's hair, pulling him roughly forward and capturing his lower lip in his teeth, muffling the archer's cries of passion and pain.
A rough groan was torn from the March Warden's throat, what he had desired for so long was now his, if only for a brief moment. So unfair, he thought, to be given this golden opportunity, to seize it and yet know he would never be able to do so again. His body stiffened, his back arching and his muscles seizing up as he neared his completion. With a final loud, hoarse cry, he was spent. Feeling a sudden warmth on his stomach rea realized the Prince was likewise, collapsed in his arms. Slowly he pulled his hands from the softly shimmering hair, resting them instead upon the Prince's pale arms. Legolas's forehead rested against Haldir's chest, his arms tight about the other's ribcage if only for a moment or two. Then, once more, he began to struggle, trying in vain to escape. For once, however, Haldir complied, easing himself away from the deflowered golden body with a sigh of regret. His passions were sated. Legolas lounged against the large mellyrn, obviously exhausted. His lips were bruised and there were fingernail marks across his abdomen, teeth marks on his chest. Haldir admired his own handiwork, slowly crossing his arms over his bare chest.
Legolas's mind was reeling as his body cooled, slowly pulling the Prince of Mirkwood back to his senses. His cheeks burned with shame as he immediately recounted the moments of passion he had submitted to with reckless abandon. He was not supposed to want this, his mind repeated.
Haldir was studying the golden creature in all his confusion, wondering what words would offer him comfort, and which words to use in place of such.
The Warden had begun to dress slowly, carefully fastening each garment, straightening his tunic and casually pushing his thick hair over his shoulders and behind his pointed ears. Legolas's tunic was ruined, but Haldir obviously paid no mind.
"You are right," He mused softly, leaning close to Legolas, the scent of arousal and spent passion thick in the air between them, "You are no play toy. You are merely a vessel for the passions of others, a willing slave to any who will have you."
With a final tauntingly chaste kiss to the Prince's cheek, Haldir stood, disappearing once more into the darkness, leaving Legolas to sit, naked and cold, shivering in pain, tears of confusion threatening to spill fris bis blue eyes. Unfair indeed -- but unfair for whom?
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kua = dove
kalwa = beautiful