Falling Anyway

Falling Anyway

Posted: March 2003
Title: Falling Anyway
Series: Meeting Myself
Sequel to: Sweeter than Anything
Author: Alex
Fandom: Tolkien, Real Person Fiction
Genre: FCS, RPS
Characters: Marton/Celeborn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know, own, nor profit from any of this. It is not real.
Beta: Mayetra
Timeline: Present time
Author's Note: Marton said he was jealous of what Craig and Orli got to do and he wanted to do it to. I like songfics so that's what he got!

Summary: What is real? Does it matter?

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What's the point ever trying
Nothing's changing anyway
They press their lips against you
And you love the lies that they say
And I tried so hard to reach you
But you're falling anyway
And you know I see right through you
'Cause the world gets in your way
What's the point in all this screaming
You're not listening anyway.
~Goo Goo Dolls~

Marton didn't want to wake up. He wanted to sleep for a month. It seemed that he had not been home in his own bed more than two nights in a row since somewhere around late 2000. He supposed it was a good thing, but fuck, if he wasn't tired. It was more than that. He got up everyday and became someone else. He wasn't sure who Marton was anymore. He wasn't sure he had ever known. He had no lover, no spouse, no children; just his work. And he didn't know why he did it. He was so fucking shy sometimes that it was easier to be someone else than to be Marton. People thought he was serious and aloof, but he was just scared, scared that they might look behind the mask and see no one.

He pulled the pillow over his head to block out the light of day and went back to sleep.

And he dreamed.

He dreamed of something that he couldn't quite get a grasp on, something that left him sad and wistful feeling. He kept hearing his name over and over.

"Marton."

He finally opened his eyes and he wasn't in his bed anymore. He was in a bed, but he wasn't sure where. And who had said his name?

"Wake up, Marton."

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he thought was that he was having a flashback. He wasn't sure if he'd ever taken anything to get flashbacks from, but he must have because that had to be what was happening. He finally was able to focus enough to search for the face that went with the voice. The voice was somehow familiar, but he couldn't seem to put his finger on where he had heard it before.

When he saw the face, he wasn't sure whether to scream or laugh or just close his eyes again. He needed more insanity in his life. He slept in a different bed every night, couldn't remember his real accent and fucked his right hand every night, why shouldn't there be an elf sitting on the edge of his bed, not only an elf but the very elf that he had portrayed on film. And the elf looked hauntingly like he had in the film.

Celeborn had not expected the man to affect him like he did. He had thought he would be an interesting diversion, but that wasn't what happened. When those tawny eyes had opened, he felt like lightning hit him. Not since he had met Galadriel in Doriath untold thousands of years ago had he felt such a thing. It terrified him. But he had come this far. The Lord Lothlórien did not run away.

"You are finally awake."

The face was very like his own, but so human at the same time. He wondered how the human managed to look like he needed a shave all the time yet never actually have much of a beard. He rubbed his own smooth face thoughtfully, then reached his hand out and touched Marton's, surprised at how soft his beard was.

Marton looked surprised at first, then an odd sort of resignation flitted across his features. Celeborn realized that Marton didn't actually believe he was real.

"I am not a figment of your imagination. I am real. There are a few of us still here. We became attached to this world and to mankind. We stayed when others left. There are even some of us about who are not Firstborn who stayed somehow."

"I am dreaming." Marton sat up and rubbed his eyes. His hair was a mess and he knew he must smell to high heaven. He needed to piss really badly. He got up and realized he had no idea where he was.

The "elf" did something with his hand and the room became his bedroom again. Marton got up and went to the bathroom, hoping his delusion might be over when he got back. But it wasn't. He sat there on the edge of Marton's bed in grey and white trousers and robes, just like Marton had worn in the movie. Marton just stood and stared at him, not saying a word.

"Fuck," he finally said and went to the kitchen. He found something in the refrigerator but since he didn't recognize it at all, he decided that maybe the beer would be the only safe thing to consume. He twisted the lid off and downed one in about three swallows.

"You can drink gallons of it, and I will still be real," Celeborn said from the doorway.

"No," Marton said simply and opened a second beer.

Celeborn moved gracefully to intercept the bottle and took it from Marton's hand. The tall actor didn't protest, didn't say anything at all. He looked at his empty hand and at Celeborn as he placed the bottle on the counter.

"The others, the ones whose names you never got, the ones who scared you with their ardor and their possessiveness, they were only marginally real."

Marton just looked at him. How could he know about the 'arranged' liaisons, the fangirls and fanboys? About the producers and financial men who had agreed that a few minutes alone with him and his talents might make them more inclined to offer him the part?

"And is that what you want too? To sample my talent?" Marton started to remove the baggy cotton pants he slept in. Celeborn just watched, a half-smile on his face. Marton dropped the pants to the floor and stepped out of them. Celeborn just watched, expression not changing except an eyebrow arching.

"Are you quite through being an ass?"

Marton hadn't expected that! He had expected the "elf" to succumb to his charms and try to bed him. He rather liked Celeborn.

"I dunno. Am I?"

"What do you want?" The elf turned and walked into the bedroom again, resuming his place on the bed. Marton followed a moment behind, stopping to slip his sweats back on.

"Me?"

"Marton, I am real and I am talking to you." Celeborn patted the bed beside him and Marton obediently walked over and sat beside him, though why he couldn't say.

"I don't know what I want. I'm not even sure who I am. Not sure that there even is a Marton."

Celeborn smiled at him and touched his face again, not able to resist the unkempt look that reminded him of his granddaughter's husband. Pain flickered across his face. Marton saw it.

"What-"

"For a moment, I was reminded of someone from long ago."

Marton caught the hand that touched his face and brought it to his lips, gently kissing the elflord's palm. Golden eyes looked into deep blue ones. Celeborn thought maybe he hadn't come here so much to soothe Marton as to soothe himself. He lifted his other hand to Marton's face. He felt Marton's left had reach out to touch his arm awkwardly. He wasn't sure what was happening here at all. Those golden eyes looked into his unsure, asking. Asking what, he wasn't sure.

He leaned forward only a fraction of an inch closer. Marton leaned closer too, his lips parted slightly. Then he pulled back, his eyes silently asking permission for the kiss he was about to give Celeborn. His lips touched the elflord's lips softly, gently. Celeborn smiled as the man's hands came up to cup his face. Marton pulled back and looked at him.

"What do you want, Marton?" Celeborn asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

Marton didn't say anything. He didn't need to yet. He just leaned closer and kissed Celeborn once again. He sighed as hands touched the bare skin of his shoulders and chest with light feather touches. Celeborn looked at Marton's body as his hands slid down to the man's chest, fingers running through the thick auburn hair that amazed and aroused him so much. It was one thing about humans that he had always liked. He supposed it made them exotic to him in some way.

"I did not come to take advantage of you," Celeborn said even thought his hand was still on Marton's chest.

"Why did you come?" Marton's voice was low, hesitant, the way he sounded when aroused. There was no doubt that he was aroused.

"I was called." Celeborn's fingers teased a nipple until Marton made a low sound in his throat.

"By whom?" He knew the answer before the question left his mouth and he leaned close to the elf again.

"You." Their mouths met again, this time the kiss had fire, fire that licked across them both. Marton's hands weren't idle any more either as he began to undo the elf lord's clothing. It was mostly a matter of unwrapping him from the various clever ways the robes were wrapped and tied until smooth, hard flesh greeted the touch of Marton's hands as well as his heated gaze. Celeborn made a noise this time, a low growl of pleasure as Marton touched the tie on his loose grey trousers.

"Stand up." Marton breathed into Celeborn's mouth as his hands began to slide the elf's trousers down before he ever stood up completely. The tall elf stood in front of him, his arousal heavy and hard as a drop of dewy pre-come glistened in the tiny slit. Marton looked up at him and without taking his eyes from Celeborn's, he cleaned the drops with his tongue.

Celeborn started to tell him to lick it and suck it, but he had no need to, after all. Marton expertly licked the vein underneath and made the thousands of years old elf gasp with pleasure. Marton then took him in hand and began to suck him earnestly. The elf was no fool and knew he was being serviced as surely as if Marton were a highly paid whore.

"Stop." Marton kept touching him, and Celeborn jerked away. "I said stop!"

Marton looked up at him, confused.

"I do not want a whore. I have nothing to offer you in exchange for a good blow job or a good fuck." The words sounded funny in Celeborn's elven accent and his rich voice, somehow dirtier and more obscene than they were. Marton's face colored in shame; he'd been caught.

"What would you have me do?"

"Do you want me?" The elf's eyes were dark with anger now as well as passion. "Or do you even know what you want?"

Marton didn't know the answer to the second question, wasn't sure he had known in a long time. He wouldn't even look at the elflord. He sat back and started to turn away. Celeborn was on him like lightning, grabbing his chin and turning him back.

"Do not ignore me, human! I do not expose myself to the modern world lightly. There is peril for all of us who dare to come out of hiding. I will NOT be ignored by you!"

Marton's heart pounded as the elf held his chin tightly and glared down into his eyes. But something stirred in him too, something not so docile and agreeable. He stood despite the hand bruising his face.

"Let go of me." He said in a low, even tone.

Finally, Celeborn thought to himself, he shows some spirit. He didn't let go. Marton grabbed his hand and jerked it away from his face.

"I am not a piece of meat. I'm tired of fucking people so they'll give me a job. I am a damn good actor, but my mouth and my asshole get all my parts for me. Do you know what it's like to be ignored for what you do?"

"Yes," Celeborn laughed almost bitterly. "You forget, Galadriel is my wife. I was noted as her husband, never as myself. I think it was an afterthought that someone called me Celeborn the Wise. One man who does guides and such about us said I did not seem particularly wise. So, yes, I do know what you mean."

Marton got up and paced the room back and forth a few times. He looked at Celeborn as if he were going to ask him a question then closed his mouth. He went back to the bed. Finally he asked.

"You said I called you here. How?"

"I cannot explain it. I just knew I had to seek you out, heard your need somehow. I can explain it no further. I just knew you needed me."

"So what are you supposed to do for me? Who else has been visited by an elf?"

"Haldir said he visited the young man who played his part in the movie."

"Parker? Haldir and Parker? What did they do?"

"Haldir only mentioned something about cake."

"You can't be real," Marton whispered suddenly as he pulled the elf standing by the bed into his arms and kissed him, a hard hungry kiss that went on and on. "But you are, aren't you?" More kissing.

"Yes, very." Celeborn answered breathlessly.

"But why did I call you? If I called you?"

"Maybe you know you need to change. I cannot change you. I cannot even stay with you, but I can ... comfort you, for a short time, love you. It is all I offer."

Marton eased him back toward the bed, gently pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of the elf, and for the second time, let his pants drop to the floor. He reached for the elegant hands of the elf lord and placed them on his erection. Celeborn stroked him with both hands, both thumbs spreading silky pre-come over the smooth skin of his head. He looked up into amber eyes and smiled before he dipped his head and let the tip of his tongue touch the actor's penis.

"Love me then," Marton whispered as he reached down and unfastened the little silver clasp in Lord Celeborn's hair, running his hands through it after it fell free. He flexed his hips and pushed himself into the elf's mouth. It was hot and welcoming as he thrust deep, feeling the tightness at the opening of the elflord's throat.

Hot, wet suction moved up and down his length as he stood trembling in front of a being that he would have sworn did not exist. Marton knew that he could never withstand such an onslaught for long, and he was burning to bury himself inside the elf's warm body. He pushed Celeborn's head back.

He pushed him back onto the bed and kissed the lips that were wrapped around his cock a few seconds earlier. He lay on top of the elf, pressing himself against his hot, hard erection. He ground his hips down against Celeborn and was met by the elflord's hips.

"Do you want me?" He asked Celeborn this time, echoing the elf's earlier words. He slipped his hand between them and gently stroked the elf's silky cock. Celeborn growled and arched up against him.

"Yes, want you now," was the choked reply.

Marton raised himself up from atop Celeborn and sat between the legs, looking down into eyes the color of midnight. He lifted a leg and kissed the ankle he held to his lips. Celeborn hissed at the contact. He let his wet tongue glide up the hard muscle of the elf's calf, leaving a shiny trail. The moans and groans of pleasure were music to Marton's ears, soothing him somehow. He was pleasuring his partner this time for no other reason than he had a need to do so before he took his own pleasure. They stood nothing to gain at all, which made it sweeter than anything Marton had done in a long time.

His tongue and hands moved up trembling thighs, licking, caressing, teasing, loving the elflord's body as he made his way up to Celeborn's arousal. He flicked his tongue over the head, again cleaning glistening drops from it before using his tongue to pleasure the elf. He was amazed at the taste of Celeborn's skin and the musk he smelled as he finally took the elf's penis so deep that his nose butted against the wiry pale curls at the base of the thick shaft. The scent was so unlike the scent of men. It was clean and natural, reminding him of the forests where they had filmed some of the Lothlórien scenes. He wondered, as he sucked the elf as deep into his throat as he knew how, just where the elf dwelt. His train of thought was interrupted by Celeborn's voice, whispering to him in elvish, not the stilted language as they had spoken it but fluently and lyrically expressing his pleasure in words that Marton didn't need to know elvish to understand. Hips bucked beneath him, and he was swallowing warm, tangy semen that tasted not unlike the elflord smelled.

Celeborn smiled and said something else in elvish and pulled Marton up into his arms, kissing him.

"Take me now. I want you inside me," Celeborn whispered in his accented English. Marton raised the elf's legs and pressed them up against his body, lifting his pale bottom up off the bed. Marton held his legs up with one hand while he stretched over to the drawer of the nightstand and found the little plastic bottle he kept there, though usually he had no need for it. He lay it down and leaned down to kiss the puckered little opening, letting his tongue tease it until Celeborn groaned and he noticed the elflord wasn't quite completely spent anymore.

Marton poured thick gel from the little plastic bottle into his hand and rubbed it onto Celeborn, slipping his finger inside. Marton was a very practiced bottom, and he knew where to find his own prostate and had no trouble finding the elflord's gland. Celeborn jerked his hips up hard and gasped in pleasure, a sound that spurred Marton to remove his finger and press his straining erection into the elf. When he had buried himself completely inside Celeborn, Marton moved so he was on top of the elf, kissing him again and again.

Celeborn looked into tawny eyes and was surprised at the depth of emotion he saw there. His human mirror, near mirror image, was beautiful in his passion. Celeborn watched his face as he thrust deeply and pulled almost all the way back out before sliding slowly back in. Again and again Marton did this until an urgency overtook him and he moved faster, still plunging deep and pulling all the way back out. His mouth found Celeborn's as he slipped his hand between them, taking the elf's cock into his hand and letting the movement of his body move the hand. Celeborn watched him still as passion claimed Marton, his hoarse cries of pleasure muffled by the mouth that he moaned into. The elf let himself come again as Marton's thrusts slowed and stopped, the muffled cries his own this time.

They lay quietly, the elf snuggled up against Marton's side, running his hand lazily through the auburn hair that generously covered the man's chest. Celeborn thought how lucky he was to have been allowed to meet and love this man, even if it was only for a short time. He had thought he was sent to save Marton, that Marton had called him, but he knew now that the call had been his own.

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THE END

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