Lost Feelings

Lost Feelings

Posted: September 15, 2006
Title: Lost Feelings
Author: Arthvaineth
Type: FCS
Characters: Ecthelion/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine beside the story.
Beta: Keiliss

Summary: Erestor finds his lost feeling.

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Erestor lingered in the world of men for countless years. His life had been dead since the Fall of Gondolin. He went to different clubs and sought comfort night after night, but there was no one like his lover. He always looked at those who were tall, well build and had dark hair. Those whose appearance reminded him about his lover, Ecthelion. ‘We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where can live together and both be content.’ was the last thing which Erestor had heard from him.

Erestor had no ideas why he came to the same club tonight. It was very rare that he went to the same place. He shrugged and walked inside. He came here again and all the things were still the same; the loud, funky music, smoky area and the crowd on the dance floor. He picked a corner table as usual. He ordered a martini and waited. He looked at the crowd on the dance floor, those who were standing near the bar table and those who were walking in. Although quite a few people kept their eyes on him or asked for sex, he denied all of them. It was because those were not his target. The time passed by and the martini was finished and only the olive was left. He still didn’t find the one he wanted. Then he ordered his second martini and waited again. Suddenly, someone walking past in front of him caught his attention. He couldn’t believe what he saw. A man who was tall, well build and had medium long, dark hair. His eyes traced the place where the man walked to. Erestor saw him sit down a few tables away from him. He still waited, just in case the man had a partner or was waiting for his friends.

“Your martini, sir.” A sexily-dressed waitress placed a glass on the table.

“Thank you.” Erestor paid for the drink and looked for the man again.

When he turned his head and looked over at the table again, he found the man wasn’t there. He closed his eyes and let out a disappointed breath. When he opened his eyes, he thought he was in a dream. The man was standing in front of the table and grinning.

“May I sit down?” the man asked with his deep voice.

“Sure.” It took a second for Erestor to manage the answer. His eyes followed the man who was sitting next to him. He swallowed hard when he looked at this mystery man.

“Martini.” The man picked up the glass. “I love it, too. May I?”

“Of course.” Erestor smiled and watched the man drinking his alcohol.

The man put down the glass after he took a sip. Then he leaned closer to Erestor. It was very close and Erestor could smell the alcohol.

“You have been staring at me since I walked in,” the man said directly. “I can see what you want from me in your eyes.” Erestor had no response and the man continued. “You want me to fuck you so hard. You are so wanton. And me,” he grinned. “I would like to hear you yield to me.”

Only those words and already Erestor felt the tightness of his pants. Yes, the man was right. He wanted to be taken, hard and forcefully. He wondered how this man could know what he was thinking. The man spoke again, which broke into his thought.

“Where do you live?”

“Two blocks away from here.”

“So, are you ready to go?” The man stood up and offered his hand. Erestor took it and stood up, then they headed to the place where Erestor was living.

Ten minutes later, they reached the apartment. Once the light was on and the door was closed, the man pinned Erestor to the door and kissed him forcefully. Erestor accepted the kiss and moaned.

“Show me your room?” The man broke the kiss and unbuttoned Erestor’s shirt, then he kissed him again. Erestor pushed him backward to his room and they never stopped kissing. By the time they arrived at the room, they were already naked. The trail of clothing was on the floor from the main entrance. Their lust was burning them. The man pinned Erestor against the wall, lifted one of his legs up to his own waist. He caressed Erestor’s butt and thigh, sucking the white flesh. Bruises appeared immediately. Suddenly, the man lifted him up and brought him toward the bed. He placed Erestor on the bed and licked those elven ears. Erestor moaned when his sensitive ears were touched. The skilful tongue was now moving down to the throat and then to the nipples. Erestor placed his hands on the inky-haired head and tried to push it lower but the man refused. Erestor roared.

“Not yet.” The man was still licking one of his nipples and his hand was twisting the other nipple. “I haven’t heard you beg. You are so talented with your tongue, aren’t you?”

“What?” the elf hissed and looked at the face which was watching him. Surprisingly, he found himself looking at the face of Ecthelion. ‘It couldn’t be’ he thought. The man smiled and cupped his face and gave him a kiss. Then he whispered into the elven ear.

“Now, beg me as you begged me before. Use your words for your release.” Then he sucked Erestor’s ear.

Erestor’s mind went back to his old memories. He had never begged for release except from one, and the only one was Ecthelion. He had no doubt this man was Ecthelion but he couldn’t prove it. But now he really wanted release; he would beg this man.

“Please…” he said wantonly. “Take me now.”

“No.” The man grinned and moved to the other ear and licked it from the earlobe to the tip. Erestor shivered at his act and word. “You lingered here long enough to learn those modern words. I want to hear those naughty words from you, ERESTOR.”

At that moment, Erestor was shaken. That’s impossible. None of the men knew his REAL name. He had not spoken his name once, never. “Ecthelion,” he closed his eyes and whispered.

“Yes, tell me what you want.”

“I…” Erestor flushed. He never begged, besides he needed to speak those *improper* words. However he didn’t care anymore. He wanted to release. He wanted to be taken. He wanted to be fucked by Ecthelion. “I want you… I want you to fuck me hard. Fuck me, I beg you.”

“Lovely.” Ecthelion lifted up his body and kissed his long lost lover. “I will give you what you want. Where are the lubricant and condom?”

“Forget those, just take me,” Erestor said with annoyance.

“You really are a wanton elf. Seems you forgot a word…” he smirked.

“Please,” Erestor begged once more. “Stop torturing me.”

Ecthelion sneered and gave his member a few strokes and positioned himself. He lifted Erestor’s thighs around his waist and grabbed his shaft, aiming at the tight entrance. He gave one smooth thrust without any warning. Erestor bit his lip when the thick column penetrated the firm muscle. Once the shaft disappeared in front of Ecthelion, he started to thrust. Their love making was not gentle. As Erestor requested, he grabbed Erestor’s penis, stroking it and fucking him very hard with powerful movements. He didn’t even give his lover a chance to catch his breath. Erestor’s fist clutched the pillow and he gasped. Ecthelion increased his speed when he heard Erestor moan louder and louder. A few minutes later, Erestor groaned and spilt his seed on the other’s hand. When Erestor had come, Ecthelion gave a few more powerful thrusts and he spent himself as well. Then he laid down on Erestor, breathing heavily. Erestor smiled with satisfaction and circled his arms around the sweaty body. He didn’t know how it happened but he didn’t care as long as he could be with Ecthelion, whether it was a dream or not.

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THE END

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