Tonight

Tonight

Posted: August 2005
Title: Tonight
Author: Arthvaineth
Type: FCS
Characters: Gildor/Lindir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction Only
Beta: Larian Elensar

Summary: Lindir was alone.

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Lindir sat on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of sleeping pants as he leaned against the headboard. A silk sheet covered his legs up to his waist. An opened book was laid upon his lap. He looked out of the window where the starry sky showed beyond the trees. He felt lonely even though he got used to it when Gildor was away for his duty. But tonight was different. Tonight was important for him. Tonight was the anniversary of the night on which they first lay with each other a century ago. Tonight was a special. But now, tonight was colorless by Gildor's absence.

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Three days ago - Lindir's Office
"What?" Lindir sounded surprised and lifted his head from his work. "You just came back from your patrol a month ago. You don't have any shift on the border for two more months." He sounded frustrated.

"Well," Gildor tried to calm down his lover. "It's not my intent. My captain, Húron , must hurry back to his wife who is going to give birth. He postponed going home for a few days already. The baby is due in two days. He needs to go back for his wife." He walked behind the cherry wood desk and sat on the arm Lindir's chair. "I know it's hard for you, but I don't want to change the others' schedules. You know... it's quite complicated to re-schedule. It gives lots of troubles to Glorfindel. Whatever, I have time..."

"Time?" Lindir cut off the warrior's words when he stood up suddenly and Gildor almost fell down from the chair's arm. "Can you delay the schedule?" He lowered his voice.

"Can you tell his wife to delay the delivery?" Gildor started to feel annoyed when he argued with Lindir.

"You..." Lindir stopped and pointed his elegant finger in front of the warrior's face. Then he ran out from his office.

"Lindir!" Gildor shouted it loud from inside.

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"How stupid are you..." Lindir trailed off when he stared at the dark blue sky. He sighed again then placed his book on the side table and blew out the candle. He tried not think too much and buried his body into the too-big-for-one bed.

Near midnight, Lindir felt a weight felt on the mattress. A strong hand sneaked inside a silk blanket and wrapped around his waist. Lindir wanted to turn around but he was stopped by the arm and was being pulled backward. He felt a muscular chest pressed against his back. A warm breath blew into his ear and a tongue licked the sensitive ear-tip. The well built body rolled him on his stomach. He shivered slightly when he felt a tongue lick his spine and left a saliva trail on his back. The sexy tongue licked the ivory skin from the neck to the waist. A pair of hands sneaked under his waist again and untied the laces of the sleeping pants. The silver haired elf left his hips and let the other take off his pants. After the pants were removed, a tongue resumed the task on Lindir's back. Again, he re-started where he stopped before. He licked the spine again down to the crack between the perfect round globes. A controlling hand pulled apart the crack and revealed the tiny little opening. He licked and circled the mouth of the hot tunnel which made Lindir moan louder with pleasure. When the opening was ready, he thrust his tongue in and out and Lindir buried his head on the pillow and bit his bottom lip. And now, he wanted it, if not he would be burned to death by lust.

"Gildor..." He panted. "Take me."

"You know I deny you nothing. On your knees." Gildor whispered after he placed a kiss on Lindir's neck and Lindir obeyed as before. He pushed up his body and on all-fours in front of his lover.

Gildor knelt behind and got himself ready. He touched his own arousal and gave a few strokes then he placed one hand on Lindir's hips and the other hand guided his member and aimed at the tiny opening. Lindir moaned when the hard column penetrated his ring muscle. Gildor pushed slowly and placed his other hand on Lindir's hips. He worked gently until he couldn't go any further. Soon, he moved forward and Lindir moved backward to match Gildor's pace. It seemed Lindir was not only a musician, he also a very good conductor. He led Gildor to follow his beat. He liked the feeling of being taken just like he enjoyed playing his own concert in the Hall. Of course Gildor also welcomed this action.

Toward the end of the concert, the tempo was increasing. Their movements sped up. More and more sweat covered their bodies. Then the fantastic performance was ended when the two elves cried out their lover's name. The silence came upon them and only the sound of breathing remained.

After midnight, silence filled the room. Lindir woke up and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He reached out with his hand and tried to find any sign of Gildor but there was nothing. He wondered what happened but sleep came over him. 'It was a dream.' He though then closed his eyes again. "Do you know how I miss you, Gil..." He murmured and turned himself to sleep again.

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Lindir woke up in the morning, still found no sign of Gildor. An enigma he thought. Gildor was away on his patrol, how he could be here on their bed? He shook his head and cleared his mind. There was nothing better than a warm bath in the morning. He gathered his night shirt and sleeping pants. 'Wait.' An alarm popped-up in his mind. He remembered he had worn his sleeping pants to bed. How come he was naked right now? 'It was a dream.' He thought again then he walked toward the bathroom. The door was opened suddenly when he touched the latch.

"Hello!" The fair-haired elf with a towel wrapped around his waist sounded surprised when he looked at the silver haired minstrel.

"Gil..." Lindir sounded with confused. "Gildor?" He asked. "Is that you?"

"Of course it's me!" Gildor looked at his lover. "Are you right, Lindir?" He placed his hand on Lindir's forehead.

Lindir said nothing but sobbed and lowered his head. "Why do you weep?" Gildor said when he lifted the musician's head and rubbed the tears off his face with his thumb.

"I..." He trailed off and took a deep breath. "I thought you forgot... last night was..." He could not stop his tears falling.

"Yes, I did forget," Gildor explained. "But a glade near the entry of the valley reminded me."

"A glade?" Lindir cocked his head.

"Yes. In that glade where I was pinned by you and you kissed me hard and ..." He teased his blushed lover.

"You still remember..." Lindir trail off.

"How can I forget that power from you?" Gildor grinned. "Don't you know I was surprised by what you did last time?" He touched the tip Lindir's nose with his index finger.

"I..." Lindir lost his words and blushed from what Gildor had said. Suddenly Gildor lifted him up and brought him to the bed. He put him down and pinned him on the mattress by his weight. However, Lindir narrowed his eyes, grabbed the elf's shoulders and rolled the golden warrior on his back. "I think I forgot," He grinned while he pinned Gildor on the mattress. "Would you like to demonstrate with me again?"

"Oh!" Gildor exclaimed and pulled Lindir down to him. "It will be my pleasure."

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THE END

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