Frustrations And Relief

Posted: October 2002
Type: FCS
Author - Cazsuane
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Legolas and Aragorn
Summary - Legolas has an itch, an itch which needs to be scratched. And he's going to make damn sure it gets relieved.
Author's notes - This was the second fic I ever wrote so its probably complete and utter crap. Sorry 'bout that

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Legolas knew he could not deny his needs for much longer. So used to fulfilling his desires whenever they took over him, he was unused to holding back. At home, he took what he wanted and was never denied. But out here, he could not afford to make enemies among the Fellowship. He felt like a hunter stalking his prey, not sure which way it would run. Uneasy in pressing an advantage in case he startled his quarry, yet he did not want to wait in the shadows for muchlonger.

As the days wore on, Legolas became more and more agitated. The rest of the Fellowship could see it. He lost control of his emotions often and his mind never seemed fully on the task at hand. The others talked quietly among themselves, unsure as to the source of Legolas' strange behaviour and uncertain how to soothe his frustrations.

One night, after they had stopped to rest, and Aragorn had ventured out for the first watch of the night, Legolas found himself more restless than usual. The others were fast asleep, exhausted from their daily exertions, and the night sky, for once did little to settle him enough to find some rest.

He rose quietly, hoping that a walk might relax him. Despite his carelessness as he trekked through the surrounding woods, his step was still the sound of snow falling and he came upon the Ranger without causing notice to his presence.

Aragorn, unaware of Legolas' scrutiny, surveyed the forest vigilantly from a small clearing. The Elf was spellbound by the vision of the man so devoted to his duties that he found himself unable to control his emotions any longer. His body had needs and wants that could no longer be denied and what he wanted was Aragorn. Well, to be honest it was actually Aragorn and Boromir, preferably both at the same time but as only one of them was currently conscious one would have to do. Legolas preferred his victims to know who was fucking them, so they could cry out his name in their moments of pleasure. So they could beg him to do it to them again and again. That put Boromir right out of contention for the time being. Once he dropped off to sleep a horde of orcs could not awaken him.

Placing an arrow to his bow, Legolas made sure he was hidden in the darkness of the forest before speaking. He was not going to allow any chance of escape for this quarry, not this time. His body could not contain the hormones raging through him for much longer.

"Aragorn," he whispered, yet his voice reached the man easily.

Aragorn, startled at hearing the sound, like wind blowing through the trees, looked cautiously around him. He knew not from whence the voice came and he could not afford to be caught unawares.

"Aragorn." This time the sound was like howling wild dogs. He fought to keep his hands from covering his ears, so terrible was the sound. Aragorn stood still, trying to figure out from which direction the voice came. It seemed to come from all around.

Legolas stepped into the clearing on silent feet, his bow drawn and aimed at Aragorn's back.

"I have come for you."

Aragorn whirled round, his surprise showing clearly. One look at Legolas' steely determined face and unwavering bow had him standing like stone once more. He knew there could be no reasoning with the Elf, and knew that any sudden movement could be his last. Yet he was unsure as to what Legolas wanted with him.

"Remove you clothes. Slowly."

Of all the things Aragorn had been expecting, this was the last. But he did as he was told. In doing the task as slowly as he dared, in hoping to buy time, it became a strip tease. Inch by tantalising inch of naked skin was slowly bared. Each item of clothing was carefully removed, folded and placed in a neat pile on the ground.

For Legolas, it was an agonisingly slow display. He wanted to grab the man and rip the clothes from his body. But he forced himself to stand still, admiring the muscled form that was being revealed in front of him.

When Aragorn finally stood naked, Legolas roamed his body with his eyes. He drank in the site of the man, being very thorough in his appraisal.

Aragorn could see the raw hunger in the Elf's eyes, could feel the gaze touch him everywhere. He knew what was going to happen between them, knew he was going to be taken, and knew he could do nothing to stop it. Nor did he want to. He felt his own desires stir at being inspected so closely. The aroused Elf was a sight to behold and knowing that he was the cause of the stimulation was intoxicating.

Strider's cock rose between his legs, thick and proud, beckoning Legolas closer. Placing his bow and quiver on the ground, Legolas quickly unsheathed his short swords and walked slowly to stand in front of the man, kicking Aragorn's weapons out of reach. They stood without touching and Aragorn's body was drawn like a magnet to the lithe figure in front of him. He swayed slightly, yet Legolas refused to let their bodies touch, even briefly. He liked keeping Aragorn waiting. Wanting.

He brought his swords up and placed the flat of the blades on the Ranger's shoulders. He then dragged them down the sides of Aragorn's chest, over his nipples. The cold of the steel blades caused the buds to tighten almost painfully. Aragorn inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation.

Down the swords continued until they were but a hairsbreadth away from the source of the man's desires. And then suddenly removed, only to be placed on the inside of his knees. As the blades slid up his inner thighs, scraping along the delicate skin, Aragorn shifted his legs further apart. One blade came to rest on the underside of his balls. As it slid back and forth slowly, a low moan escaped from Aragorn's parted lips before they were crushed beneath the Elf's demanding mouth. The blade never stopped moving.

Legolas plundered the man's mouth mercilessly, taking not giving. His tongue pushed its way in, exploring, withdrawing before Aragorn had a chance to react and then plunging back in again. Only the need for air drove them finally apart. The blade never stopped moving.

"Undress me."

Strider did as he was commanded, daring to kiss the naked flesh as it was exposed. His eyes lit up with appreciation as the beauty before him was revealed. The Elf's skin was smoother than satin and as soft as a baby's. The colour of honeyed milk, Aragorn could not resist the temptation to sample it. He moved cautiously as he undressed Legolas, but when he was not stopped he grew bolder. The man suckled at puckered nipples as he fumbled at the drawstring of the Elf's pants. The sharp intake of breath as he scraped his teeth gently over the erect buds made him smile with pleasure. The blade never stopped moving.

By the time Legolas was naked, Aragorn was near breaking point. He wished Legolas would touch him, would… His thoughts got no further. A sword had shifted and the tip now drew lazy circles around the tip of his cock. The torture was almost unbearable and yet somehow it was not enough. He needed skin on skin, body against body, frantic hands roaming.

Legolas knew Aragorn was ripe for the taking. There would be no struggle or denial from the man. He could see the desperate need in his eyes but ignored it. The Elf had waited this long, he was in control and they were going to do this his way. The human was going to learn what Elf stamina and endurance really was.

Legolas threw his swords to sink into the ground at Aragorn's feet. The man jumped at the unexpected action.

"Don't move," he was commanded.

The Elf drew his fingertips teasingly down the Ranger's chest, skipping lightly across hard nipples. Tracing careless patterns, he came agonisingly close to the man's blatant desire but was deliberate in not coming in contact with the hard rod. Aragorn moaned in frustration. Nails scraped down the inside of quivering muscled thighs before reaching around and cupping the firm buttocks. Legolas pushed the man's hips forward until only a fraction of an inch separated their pulsating cocks.

Aragorn wanted to scream at the lack of fulfillment. He didn't know how to withstand this kind of torture. He knew that Legolas knew how much it frustrated him, yet he couldn't help but whimper softly from need.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Legolas brought their erections into full contact and proceeded to rub them together. Giddy, Aragorn could only grasp the Elf's shoulder for support, his eyes fluttering closed and his lips parted as he gasped softly.

The friction caused Legolas' shaft to swell impossibly tighter. The sight of Aragorn completely at his mercy was an aphrodisiac. But he wanted him begging. Breaking the delicious contact, he moved to stand behind the man and pressed the length of his arousal between his buttocks. One slender arm snaked around Aragorn's waist to grasp his aching shaft, the other hand holding his hip to keep him steady. Expertly, he began to pump Aragorn's cock, alternatively torturously slow and then agonisingly fast. Aragorn panted and moaned at the friction, quickly reaching his peak. But just before he was to come, the Elf's hand stopped. Strider groaned and tried to reach down to finish himself. Legolas anticipated this and in one deceptively slim arm captured Aragorn's arms tight against his body. When the hand holding his quivering cock let go, Aragorn thought he would cry.

When Legolas felt that the man's arousal had died down sufficiently, he spat into his hand and reached back around to clasp the Ranger's penis, slowly rubbing the saliva along the length of it. Stretching out his fingers, he rubbed his palm over the engorged head, his hand making smooth, moist circles on the tip. Aragorn's head dropped back onto the Elf's shoulder and made soft mewing noises. Legolas' fingers cleverly worked around the head, twisting and tugging gently, sliding along the slit and then rubbing the sensitive underside. Aragorn was soon groaning loudly. Once again Legolas stopped all too soon.

"'Pleasure me," he commanded.

The Ranger turned around slowly, his head still groggy from the intense sensations he had been experiencing. He needed to get control of himself. But when he saw Legolas' beauty in the silvery caress of moonlight he thought he would come right then and there. The unexpected pain as Legolas tweaked his nipple hard helped subdue Aragorn's intense passions… slightly. Enough that he was able to get a hold of himself.

Hesitantly he ran his tongue in even tightening circles around one peaked nipple. When he reached the bud, Aragorn dragged his tongue across it. At the Elf's gasp the man became bolder, and took the peak into his mouth and suckled firmly. Legolas was soon panting. When he pressed a finger to the Elf's delectable mouth Legolas drew it in, curling his tongue around it before pushing it back and forth, mimicking what he planned to do later to the man. Removing his finger, Aragorn placed it on the other nipple, making small wet circles as his mouth kissed and suckled its way down Legolas' smooth body.

Aragorn did not have the heart (nor the courage) to do to Legolas what the Elf had done to him. So without warning he quickly took the Elf inside his mouth. At the sudden feeling of warm wetness around his shaft, Legolas' hips bucked of their own accord and a sharp gasp escaped his parted lips. Aragorn grasped his hips to hold him still as sucked the velvety length inside. The man's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate the Elf's cock but the feel of the hard prick on his tongue was intensely pleasurable. He wanted nothing more than to return the sensation.

He alternated between sucking the head to drawing as much as he could in before sucking hard and pulling back. The only indication that this was having any effect on the Elf was the sound of heavy breathing. The man redoubled his efforts. Starting at the head, he sucked slowly down the length of the long shaft before dragging his mouth back just as slowly. He continued this way for several minutes before increasing his speed.

Legolas could not believe the sensations coursing through his body. He knew it had been a while for him but he had not realised that he would lose control so quickly. Threading his fingers through Aragorn's hair he tugged harshly and dragged the man's mouth off him. Not relenting on his grip, the Elf pulled the Ranger up to fuse their mouths together. He did not ask entry, he demanded it and the man did not refuse. Their tongues dueled and twined. Legolas forced Aragorn's head back, exposing his neck to the Elf's sight. His lips suckled greedily at the column and when he unexpectedly bit into the flesh, Aragorn moaned loudly. He trailed his mouth up the man's neck until he reached his ear. Nibbling, licking and sucking, Legolas worked his way up and down the outer curve as Aragorn shivered uncontrollably. Goosebumps broke out on his skin, and his hard cock began to weep.

Aragorn was surprised when Legolas pushed him back. He tripped and unelegantly fell on his rump.

"Turn over."

Aragorn did as he was told, whimpering as the rough textures of the ground created frictions against his overly sensitive prick. Wondering what Legolas would do to him next he felt the Elf straddle his thighs. Something smooth dragged down his back and Aragorn guessed that Legolas had retrieved his bow.

Whack.

Aragorn's body jumped at the feel of the first sharp pain across his rump. The blows continued, alternating with gentle caresses of the weapon against his tender pink flesh. The man's breathing became shallower and he was soon giving voice to his pleasure.

Legolas leaned down and whispered into Aragorn's ear, "Do not come until I give you leave to do so."

Strider's passions heightened impossibly further.

"I could keep you like this for ages. Keep you wanting, needing, desperate."

"No… please," Aragorn gasped.

"Don't you enjoy what I do to your body?"

"Yes, Gods yes."

"Do you want me to stop? Or finish what I started?"

"No… yes… no…"

Pulling the man's hips up so he was in a kneeling position Legolas asked, "Which one is it, Aragorn?" Legolas grasped the man's cock, thickly coating his fingers in his dripping seed. The Elf then pushed one finger into the man's tight opening. As he began to rhythmically push in and out, he felt Estel relax and a second finger slipped inside. As the Elf's fingers flicked over the sensitive gland, Aragorn cried out.

"Well, what's it to be?"

The man found himself unable to form a coherent sentence. Words were beyond him. Yet through it all he remembered he was not allowed to come until told so.

When the Elf removed his fingers Aragorn could only give a sound of complaint but he was soon mewing as the thick head of Legolas' cock was placed at his entrance.

"Tell me Estel, is this what you want? Do you want to feel me inside you, stretching you, filling you? Do you want to feel me so deep inside of you that the memory of me will be with you always? Do you want to feel me as I push into you and pull back again, only to plunge further? Do you want to feel me as I take you? Or do you want me to stop?" The Elf's cock was pulled back slightly so it no longer touched the man. Aragorn felt its loss greatly and could only whimper as he gave his answer.

Reaching a hand back with blinding speed he grabbed Legolas' dick to hold it steady and impaled himself on the long length, giving a sigh of contentment as it filled him. The Elf responded quickly, holding Aragorn's twitching hips to keep him still. Legolas wanted nothing more than to start moving inside the man but he had to remind him who was in control.

Minutes later found them still locked in place, Legolas not moving and only by sheer force holding Aragorn still. The man was moaning softly, the need for the Elf to move within him was strong. When his head dropped in defeat Legolas pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside. As he felt Aragorn quiver around him he pushed back in, his hips slamming into the man's arse as he set up a steady but fierce rhythm.

As the Ranger's breath became harsher the Elf pounded harder until their balls slapped together. But when a high pitch sound of desperation came into the man's voice Legolas slowed his pace, drawing out the sensations coursing through their bodies. But as he hit that sensitive spot Aragorn could not hold out any longer.

"I haven't said you could come yet."

The man's face scrunched up as he tried to get a hold of the feelings running amok throughout his body. The cruelty of the situation hit him and he started to cry softly, tears streaming down his face.

Legolas' pace intensified and the man found it increasingly difficult to control himself. Just as he was on the brink of orgasm the Elf said, "Not yet Ranger." Legolas kept the man on the brink like that for several moments as the man quivered and his hips bucked with the stress of not releasing himself.

When the Elf felt his point had been made he told Aragorn, "You may come now." And the man did so, screaming. Legolas' release came moments later, his quieter, with only a grunt to mark its passing.

Aragorn's arms could no longer support him and he collapsed onto the ground. Legolas fell on top of him.

When Aragorn awoke he found himself fully clothed and no sign of the Elf. He wondered if he had dreamed the experience. The most amazing experience he had ever had. But as he got up a twinge in his arse told him it had really happened.

Would it happen again?

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THE END

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