Confronted with reality

Confronted with reality.

Author: Celebrian.
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Pairing: Elrond/ Erestor
Rating: NC17
Summary: In this occasion, a tied up, half naked elf, makes a perfect birthday present.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: PWP I guess.
Author’s notes Might have two other stories attached, with other two pairings in similar situations, not sure of this yet though.
Elvish Translations: A´maelarain: Beloved.
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~ Special thanks to Elaine for the beta  ~

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Elrond sighed s he entered the shadowy room, still brooding about Erestor´s possible location. His advisor *never* disappeared without telling him he was not to be found anywhere within the house, and the Lord of Imladris usually got the other’s location too just in case, some unexpected problem arose. Looking around for the blasted cat that bit and scratched anyone near but his master, Elrond moved along even as he heard the door closing behind him. There was not enough wind as for it to be shut but then perhaps he had not felt it from where he was searching.

How could Erestor´s cat, which never left the library or the advisor’s study, get all the way to this furniture storage room? He wondered absently as he walked around looking for the furry, unfriendly animal.

Elladan and Elrohir had informed him not long ago that Misel had entered this room, and they had also stated they would not go after a cat that would scar them, probably for life, if they tried to catch it. Elrond had only sighed at the common exaggerated vision of his sons, and with a defeated sigh he had left his study to go find the small animal.

Looking around, Elrond waited for the now familiar hiss to come from somewhere near him. Then his eyes widened at the sight. Erestor was there, sitting on the old, yet recently arranged bed with both his hands tied up to the head of the bed, and his eyes covered by a small fold of fabric.

“Glorfindel?” Erestor called, trying to sense where the other might be standing, well aware of another elf’s presence in the room. He could almost feel eyes staring at his half naked body.

Elrond swallowed hard at the name his advisor called, had Glorfindel finally made his warning real? Had he been the one finally making a move regarding Erestor? The simple idea of the Noldo taking another lover but him broke his heart, and Elrond was not sure he should, or could say something at the moment. Perhaps it would be better for him to go back the way he came…

“Who is there?” Erestor asked, shifting uncomfortably on the bed as he knew if this elf was the golden haired Elda he would have already had a smugly reply. “Elrond?” he asked disbelievingly, cocking his head to the side and biting his lower lip in concentration as he managed to get a whiff of the smell of his favourite perfume.

“I am sorry mellon Nin, I … would never have interrupted if …” the half elf started to babble unable to move, or stop his staring. His advisor looked more than tempting at the moment.

“You interrupted nothing Elrond,” the Noldo almost growled. How could Elrond believe him so naïve as to take an elf as immature as Glorfindel for a sex partner?

“I did not?” An inquisitive eyebrow arched as he devoured the sight some more before he moved forward to gently slide the cloth off Erestor´s eyes. “Another prank?” he asked softly, pushing the disarrayed locks of ebony hair off his friend’s face.

Blushing noticeably, the Noldo nodded, lost in the sight of his Lord and the several appealing ideas of things Elrond could do to him at that moment. “Glorfindel and the twins…” he said simply. “The twins told me Misel had come here, and when I came looking for him, Glorfindel appeared from nowhere and tied me up to the bed before blindfolding me.” He sighed softly, reproaching himself for having been caught so easily and wondering on the back of his mind, why was Elrond looking at him that way, whilst seeming reluctant to untie him? Shaking his head once, he glanced down to his lap, what use was on giving his heart false hope? He had long desired his Lord’s heart and he had thought to be more than clear sometimes with his cues, but Elrond had decided to take none. Why would he be interested now?

“But why?” Elrond wondered aloud as he realised he should be trying to free the other, “I am sorry.” He blushed little as he noticed his staring and leaned towards the Noldo, wrapping both his arms around the other’s body to reach the bounds on Erestor´s wrists and starting to work on the knots as his tunic brushed against Erestor´s naked chest. Closing his eyes, he had to suppress a gasp from leaving his lips as his nostrils were swiftly invaded with Erestor´s flowery sent, his favourite perfume…

“They told me, Misel had come here as well,” the elf Lord murmured as he shifted his head only to meet Erestor´s, nervous eyes as he worked on the bonds. Was Erestor nervous? But why? Was he afraid he would take advantage of his position? He should know better by now. Not that he would not love to but… he was sure Erestor would not want him to do anything...

“And you came to look for him?” the advisor asked with a small frown as hilediled softly at Elrond, those ripe lips so close to his own was something that was slowly driving him crazy with need and desire. “You hate him.” He distracted himself with words.

“You love him,” the elf Lord replied simply and smiling lovingly back before he concentrated once again on the knots. Since when his fingers had gotten so clumsy?! “There you are Mellon Nîn,” he said, taking the cloths off and dropping them to the side before he sat before the Noldo and taking both Erestor´s hands he massaged the sore wrists realizing, he had never before touched his advisor this intimately, and loving even more than in his wildest fantasies the way it felt. “These pranks are getting out of control,” he sighed worriedly. “What on Arda do they find fun in, by leaving you half naked on an abandoned room?” He almost growled at the idea, before he realised his sons had gotten him into the room too, and noticed Erestor´s red rose blush.

“Well, they were not planning on leaving me alone, though I honestly did not believe they would go along with their plan”

“What do you mean?” Elrond frowned. “What plan?”

Sighing the Noldo gave up on any possibility to keep this *prank* between him and the ones that pulled it. “They said, I would make a perfect birthday present…” he said softly, and sighed with distress again. “That they have thought carefully on what you would want for your present and the only thing they could think of that you would not dare take by yourself was me. So here I am.” He smiled softly and bashfully at his Lord who seemed besieged by the news.

Smirking, Elrond looked at the young elf and shook his head slowly with amusement. “They have always had good taste with presents.” He smiled tenderly at the Noldo, “and had known more of me than myself sometimes…” he confessed softly, meeting Erestor´s eyes.

The advisor was about to tell his Lord that he had explained to his sons and the elda they had been mistakbut but now with Elrond’s own words, he was no longer positive of this. “What do you mean?” he inquired softly, meeting the other’s eyes anxiously. “What did you mean; they know you more than yourself sometimes?”

Looking down, Elrond took a deep breath. Did he want to go along with this? Did he want Erestor to know how he felt about them? Things could change dramatically if his feelings were not returned. And Elrond, more than anyone else, knew he was not very good with either rejections of any kind, or betrayals. “I have been attracted to you, for many centuries now Erestor,” he confessed, daring to look up. “And even though I have always wanted to tell you this, I never could.”

The advisor gasped, and suddenly the most eloquent elf in the entire valley was at a complete loss for what to say. “You are attracted to me?” he asked, still unable to believe he had heard right. “Are you part of the joke?” he inquired with a small frown seconds later, as if his mind had been able to process the information recently thrown at him as if it were a bucket of cold water.

“Do you truly think me able to hurt you in this way?” Elrond asked, hurt at the inquiry. How could his beloved think him able to do such a thing?

“Some do not know the magnitude of their jokes or pranks, even the most innocent ones can hurt the other deeply when touching a particular topic regarding their feelings,” the advisor replied looking at Elrond, who smirked as if delighted, in the eye.

“Am I a *particular* topic when it comes to your feelings?” The half elf Lord asked softly and carefully studying the other’s reactions even before he got his silent answer in the cute way of a blush.

Taking a small breath, Erestor looked down at the fingers tracing incoherent and feathery like patterns on the insides of his wrists. Was Elrond serious? Was he truly interested in him as he was implying with his words? Blinking as the other raised his hands from his lap, Erestor followed the moves to see Elrond lean over to brush his lips over the places his fingers had been playing gently.

Smiling to the soft skin, the elder elf moved to the other wrist and, slightly parting his lips, he pressed a new kiss to a random patch of skin before he moved to a new one and so on until he felt the object of his desire shivering slightly due to his ministrations.

Looking up, Elrond moved on the bed to sit even closer to his lover to be and, brushing the tips of his fingers upwards over the bare back, he traced a thin line from Erestor´s waist to the nape of his neck whilst leaning forward to press his lips over his advisor’s ripe ones.

Gasping into the kiss, the Noldo pressed absently closer as the other moved forward until their bodies were pressing with the other’s as much as possible and his own arms wrapped along Elrond’s body at the same time as his lips parted to welcome the wicked tongue that swiftly slid between them, making him moan in delight. For so long had he dreamt of Elrond’s lips over his own, that this moment seemed as a part of one of his fantasies.

“I want my birthday present, Erestor,” the elven Lord murmured between kisses as his hands explored possessively the upper, naked form. “I want you to be mine, *only* mine.”

“I want to be only yours,” replied the advisor lost in the sensations and purring softly to the touches as his cat would when pampered.

“Forever?” the Lord of the house inquired, nibbling his lover’s lower lip as he leaned Erestor onto the bed and he settled between the welcomingly parted legs. “Would you be with me, for the rest of my life? For the rest of your life?”

“I would if that is what you truly want,” the Noldo smiled softly as the other stopped to look carefully at him, and he could not help but to reach and cup Elrond’s cheek in the palm of his hand. “I would bind myself to you, for the rest of my life if that is what you wanted,” he assured in a tender voice and with a bright smile that spoke of nothing more than the love he had long hidden from the other.

“I want that,” Elrond smiled beamingly, meeting the green loving eyes and leaning to press a chaste kiss to the swollen lips. “I want to bind myself to you. I want to be only yours… I want to wake in the morning, and see you in my bed instead of having to run to the dinning room to see you, and I want to curl up in your arms at the end of the day instead of having to settle for a stolen moment before I go to bed. I want your hands to be the ones touching me, instead of a fantasy that would only make me realise I never had you…”

Sighing dreamily at the images Elrond created in his mind, Erestor embraced the half elf closer and wrapping his legs over the other’s waist he brushed his lips over Elrond’s. “Then bind with me My Lord, and I will make sure to fulfil those desires and as many more as I can…”

Closing his eyes when feeling the teasing, nuzzling nose the half elf rocked absently his hips, meeting Erestor´s groin before he opened his eyes. “Do you want me to say the words first?” he asked with a soft smile, whilst taking in the image of his nodding lover, and already realising he would be able to deny nothing to him, ever. “Before the eyes of the Valar, I Elrond take thee, as my mate, for the rest of our lives and beyond. May they bless us with their approval and enlighten us in the shared part we choose to live. From now on, it will no longer be *I* but *us*, and as such we will face any uncertainty or joy that would present before us.”

Taking a deep breath the advisor looked his lover in the eye and smiled softly. “Before the eyes of the Valar, I Erestor take thee, as my mate, for the rest of our lives and beyond. May they bless us with their approval and enlighten us in the shared part we choose to live. From now on, it will no longer be *I* but *us*, and as such we will face any uncertainty or joy that would present before us.”

Grinning widely at the blush on Erestor´s cheeks, Elrond kissed each one devotedly before he whispered a soft ‘I love you’ to the welcoming lips as his hips slowly rocked against the other’s. He could felt his bed’s d’s hands cupping his rear, and silently pleading him not to stop, and before he could even realise what he was doing, he found his lips kissing and sucking on one hard nipple, as the same time his fingers teased its twin.

Closing his eyes in bliss, the younger elf relaxed onto the pillow, unable to believe what was happening was real. Though seconds later his mind rushed to a more than painful fact that they had both apparently forgotten. “Celebrian,” he gasped arching from the mattress as his lover teasingly bit his nipple.

“Hmm?” the elven Lord asked, not willing to relent his ministrations to the perfect nub.

“Stop, we can not…” Erestor said bitterly, making Elrond stop. “We can not.” He breathed, swallowing tightly and noticing the regal posture his beloved was adopting. “You can not bind with me, when you are bound to her. It is illegal.”

Growling, the half elf pressed his brow to Erestor´s chest. He had forgotten Erestor had arrived at Imladris a little after he and Celebrian had gotten together, long ago now. “I am not bound to her, nor is she to me. We only shared a part of our lives, due to the need of heirs, nothing more. She was my lover, and my wife, but she was never my life mate,” he explained quietly wishing he could continue to kiss Erestor, instead of explaining this now. He usually had more control over his body, but having Erestor trapped under him in the bed was something his body could not resist. Nor had been the image of the half dressed elf sitting blindfolded on the bed. “I want you, to be that…”

Sensing the building tension in his lover’s body, Erestor wrapped his fingers around the elf Lord’s tunic before he pushed it over Elrond’s head. “I want to feel *you*, not your clothes,” he whispered as he got rid of the intrusive shirt and run his hands along smooth flesh once the fabric was gone.

Moaning at the feel of Erestor´s hands on his waking body, the Lord of Imladris arched back in delight whilst his eyes fluttereosedosed. “How can you feel so good?” he wondered aloud but in a whisper, before he moaned softly again when hot lips pressed over his now bare chest, covering it with butterfly kisses before they wrapped over a hard nipple and started to suck on it gently as the naughty hands moved further down to meet the laces of his pants, and swiftly untie them. “Erestor,” he breathed out, tangling his own hands in his advisor’s hair, and keeping the wicked lips to his chest.

Smiling at the sensations he was causing, the younger elf slid both his hands inside Elrond’s pants and cupped the elven Lord’s cheeks he slid them down, touching as much as he could in the process, feeling the peachy rear under the tips of his fingers before he felt the insides of strong, silky thighs. “Take them off,” he pleaded, wishing to see his lover fully naked and realising he had never before seen Elrond wearing less than his robe, nor he had ever seen the other blush.

Nodding absently and smiling shyly, the elven Lord stood clumsily on the bed and kicked his pants off, dropping them to the floor, and he blushed deeper as he noticed his beloved’s enthralled gaze on him, before a loving hand reached out to slide along his leg, thigh and hip as Erestor leaned forward to press a kiss to where his leg joined with the rest of his body.

Elrond felt his entire body quiver as those alluring lips brushed the head of his shaft seconds before a warm tongue lapped the droplets of pre-cum formed on it. “Elbereth, Erestor. You will make me come before we even begin…” he breathed brokenly, glancing down at the other elf whose mischievous eyes sparkled back at him.

Thanks to the Valar his lover stood before him. Elrond was not sure how much longer he could have handled that tempting mouth so close to his aching erection; and to his delighted surprise his own hands were carefully led over the naked sides of the other’s body and to the laces of his advisor’s pants.

Unlacing them swiftly, the elf Lord wrapped an arm around Erestor’s waist as his hand snaked inside the parted fabric to curl around his lover’s erection. Looking at his beloved between hooded lashes, the half elf stroked the hard flesh gently, feeling the relaxing body lean against him heavily. Why had he waited so long for this?

Moaning, and growling softly to his beloved’s ear the chief advisor opened his eyes only to look into Elrond’s grey ones, silently pleading for more.

Kissing his beloved deeply and passionately, the elven Lord continue to stroke the leaking shaft, with strong enough pressure to make the other moan helplessly, yet not enough to let him come. “Lie down beloved,” he whispered, kneeling between Erestor´s legs again, as the other settled, dropping the disregarded pants to the floor with his own. “I do not have oil,” he realised aloud and vainly looking around.

“I do not care,” the Noldo babbled, gripping Elrond’s hand, and getting the other’s attention again. “I do not want you to leave to get it.”

Smiling sympathetically, the half-elf Lord nodded reassuringly, as he did not want to leave his beloved at the moment either. “Have you done this before?” he asked, stretching over the naked form and kissing it lazily with gentle caresses.

“Not with another one,” the advisor babbled, arching into the expert lips.

Nodding to himself Elrond continued his ministrations, whilst making the mental note to control himself as much as he could when the moment came. Even with the possibility of Erestor being experienced with his own fingers, it would not be the same as taking someone else’s sex within one, and with no oil to help it through; it might be a painful experience. “It might hurt,” he acknowledged softly, hiding his face between the parted legs and kissing the perfect thighs.

“I know, but I can not help but want you now, here…” the inexperienced elf replied arching in the bed and clenching his hands to the sheets as his beloved flickered the tip of his tongue over the tight ring of muscle, sending waves of pleasure all over his body. “I need you…” he gasped.

“You have me,” came the quiet reply, as the elven Lord concentrated on forming small circles along the puckered hole, and pressing the tip of his tongue to it.

Purring softly the chief advisor relaxed onto the bed, as he felt the naughty tongue flick over the entrance of his body and Elrond’s hand reached up to stroke his chest and nipples.

Sparing himself some seconds, the elven Lord glanced up and almost growled at the perfect image. Erestor had his eyes closed and had completely surrendered to him and, right there, he realised any images he might have had during his fantasies could never compare to the exquisite reality.

Opening his eyes slowly, the Noldo could see his lover crawling up to him, letting him feel the naked flesh against his own as gentle fingers brushed over his swollen lips. Pressing butterfly kisses to the teasing digits, the advisor found himself parting his lips and welcoming them to his mouth whilst letting his tongue swirl around them.

He could hear the soft sounds his lover was currently making, and if not busy with the present task, he would have grinned at the image of Elrond arching and helplessly rocking against him. Suddenly, the fingers were replaced by lips and his body tensed as one digit snaked between his thighs to press on the entrance of his body. “Elrond,” come the muffled gasp whilst his hips absently made him push down.

Kissing his beloved, the elf Lord waited for Erestor to be under the effects of sensual high and, once achieved, he pushed the tip of his digit in. Looking carefully at the other, he continued to press inside and, before he could have noticed, the Noldo was pushing down onto it whilst emitting soft purrs. “You like that,” he smirked with pleasure, and stroked the inner walls of the tight passage at the same time as he nuzzled his beloved’s neck.

Nodding absently, Erestor brushed his hand over Elrond’s back and, arching with a small moan, he welcomed a second finger that, reaching even deeper, found his prostate. “Elbereth,” he panted, wondering how the same thing he had done could feel so different when done by another.

Kissing his lover’s neck, Elrond found the perfect earlobe and, nibbling at it teasingly, he pushed a third finger into the clenching passage. Erestor was already unmade, and the mere image was making him painfully hard and ready to come.

“I am ready,” mumbled the advisor clumsily.

“You are not yet,” replied the elf Lord reluctantly.

“Take me now… I … please…” Erestor babbled absently and pleadingly. “Please, I want to feel *you* I am ready.”

Finding himself unable to deny such a cunning plea, Elrond removed his fingers and taking his erection within his fingers, he stroked the gathered pre-cum over the enlarged flesh. He was so hard, he could not remember ever being this hard before … Pressing the head of it to the already stretched opening, he locked his eyes with the other’s and pushed into the overwhelming heat. “So tight,” he breathed as he buried within the clenching walls.

Incapable of keeping his eyes open as the invasive flesh took him, the advisor clenched his hands on the sheets as his body helplessly tensed around the intrusion.

Noticing the change on his mate’s features, Elrond stopped his every move, and leaning the remaining distance between their lips, he pressed soft, reassuring kisses to them. “It will feel better,” he whispered as his clean hand caressed the dark locks of hair. “I promise,” he smiled between kisses and pushing the rest of the way in until he was fully sheathed. “I love you,” he vowed, before he kissed Erestor passionately, yet gently, whilst giving the other’s body some time to adjust.

“I love you too,” replied the younger elf, wrapping his arms around his lover, and feeling his body relax. Making a small affirmative sound, Erestor nodded to the question and Elrond started to thrust. The moves were loving and careful and, only now, the advisor realised what he had truly done. He had bound with Elrond forever.

Cupping his Lord’s rear on the palms of his hands, Erestor pressed Elrond closer; and to his delight his weeping shaft now brushed with the other’s stomach with each single thrust. “I will not last much longer,” he warned, groping the perfect globes.

“Good, because neither will I,” Elrond managed to formulate his answer before he increased the rhythm of his moves prior to feeling warm, sticky seed spurting onto his belly and between their bodies.

Erestor´s body clenched tightly around him as his lover found his climax, pushing him by consequence to find his own, and he spilled himself within the perfect elf before he collapsed into the arms waiting ready to welcome him. “Elbereth, Erestor, I never thought… I would feel like this. I love you.”

“I love you as well a´maelarain,” the Noldo whispered to the pointy ear as his fingers soothingly stroke the long, dark braids of hair.

Reluctantly pushing himself aside, the elf Lord curled up to his beloved, welcoming Erestor in his arms. “We will have to find you a ring now,” he smirked looking at the hand resting on his breathing chest, and at his necessity of having everyone know Erestor was *only* his.

“We will have to find *you* a ring as well,” murmured the sated elf, closing his eyes in bliss. “You are not the only one that gets to be possessive,” Erestor teased.

“Hmm, did I finally find myself a possessive, jealous lover?” chuckled Elrond amused, and loving the idea of someone that wanted him as much as he wanted the other back.

“You did,” smirked the advisor whilst resting on an elbow and kissing the other lovingly. “You might have had me as a birthday present, but I now have you for the rest of our lives, and beyond.”

“Will you not get tired of me?” asked the half-elf looking at his new found lover with puppy, loving eyes.

Considering the question not worthy of his words, Erestor just leaned and closed the distance between their lips letting Elrond know he would be his forever, and past…

Moaning into the kiss, Elrond wrapped his arms around the slim body. He had been briskly confronted with reality, a reality he had been trying to hide from for decades, and now; once he had had a grip of what he had desired for so long, he realised he would never be able to let Erestor go… He had had the most perfect of the gifts for his birthday, a soul-mate.

The End.