Married To An Elf 19

Married To An Elf

Part 19

Posted: November 9, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Things start heating up between the twins.

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Both elves stood in the middle of the room, uncertain as how to proceed further. Despite his earlier words, the last thing Elladan wanted was to frighten Elrohir even more. It was plain by the trepidation in the slightly younger elf’s eyes that he was uncomfortable.

“Elrohir?” Elladan said softly, but his voice did not appear to register, the younger Peredhel seemingly staring at some obscure spot in the distance. “Elrohir!”

“I heard you the first time.”

Elladan bit back the retort on the tip of his tongue, opting instead to take a deep breath. “How do you wish to proceed?” he asked, a little surprised as to how steady his voice sounded.

“Whatever you think.” Elrohir’s reply was apathetic at best, and Elladan once more found himself stifling his irritation.

“You do not wish to do this,” the eldest Peredhel said flatly.

Elrohir sighed. “It is not that I do not wish to, it is just…”

“Just what?”

“You…you frighten me, a little.” Elrohir’s voice was so quiet that Elladan thought he had misheard.

“I *frighten* you?” Elladan asked incredulously.

Elrohir nodded. “You seem so…intense with your feelings that I am afraid I will be constantly waging some sort of war so that I do not drown under the weight of them.”

“You think I would hurt you?” Elladan ask.

“No. But I have seen you fight, Elladan. I have seen you so caught up in your emotions that I sometimes fear for you.”

Elladan made to clasp his brother’s hand, only to stop. “I wonder,” he began slowly, “if you are afraid of your feelings for me.”

Elrohir’s gaze was wary. “I do not know what you mean,” he said carefully.

“I think you do.” This time Elladan did take his brother’s hand. With his other, he gently stroked his brother’s cheek. “You desire this, Elrohir. I feel you trembling, but it is not from fear.” Elladan’s voice had taken on an almost hypnotic quality, and Elrohir felt himself swaying even closer to the other elf. “You speak of a war of emotions, Elrohir, but you would not drown. You are too good a fighter…melethron, and a more than worthy opponent. We may end up waging epic battles but, in the end, we both shall be the victors.”

Elrohir remained silent, absorbing what Elladan was saying. The words ‘we both shall be victors’ kept repeating themselves in his mind, faster and faster until they were virtually indistinguishable. Was there truth in Elladan’s words? Elrohir was not so sure, yet felt himself drawn to them, nevertheless. But Elladan was right: he did want this; wanted it with an intensity that threatened to rob him of his breath. He knew the next step was up to him. Part of him wanted to run, but part of him wanted to give in to his need, his want. He felt, to his surprise, that he wanted to devour. And it was that feeling that finally helped him to make his choice.

“Yes…” Elrohir whispered before taking the final plunge and kissing Elladan for the first time as a lover. His fingers reached up and tangled themselves in Elladan’s mane, drawing the other elf closer still as his tongue demanded entrance into Elladan’s mouth. Elrohir pressed his body flush against Elladan’s, feeling his brother’s – nay, lover’s – obvious erection under the clothing, and knowing that Elladan felt his. He did not allow Elladan to break way, instead intensifying the kiss, letting Elladan know that he was more than ready for what was to come.

Elrohir began pushing his lover towards the bed, still kissing him. Only when the back of Elladan’s knees hit the side did Elrohir finally break off the kiss and push the other elf onto the bed. Elladan stared at Elrohir, stunned by his brother’s onslaught.

“You are right,” Elrohir said as he started removing his tunic. “I do want this.” The younger elf’s eyes were stormy, his teeth bared as he dragged the tunic over his head and dropped it heedlessly on the floor. “And I promise you, *melethron*, that I shall give you no quarter.”

Elladan could only watch helplessly as Elrohir stripped off the rest of his clothing, and his gaze travelled to Elrohir’s proudly standing erection. He had seen his brother naked before, but not like this, and Elladan knew they had both reached the point of no return. After this, they would no longer be the same elves that they once were. He drew in a deep breath, inhaling Elrohir’s musky scent, before leaning forward and taking his brother’s erection in his mouth.

“Valar, yes!” Elrohir ground out, staring down at the dark head of Elladan sucking and licking his erection. Then he pulled out, and Elladan looked up at Elrohir, his lips wet and slightly swollen.

“Did you not like what I was doing?” Elladan asked quietly.

“I liked it all too well,” Elrohir said, “but I do not want to come in your mouth.” He stepped back a few paces. “Strip,” he ordered, and watched intensely as Elladan began removing his clothing. Once he was naked, Elladan instinctively lay back on the bed. He had not anticipated Elrohir taking the initiative, and found that he more than liked the idea. He had never given himself to others, preferring to be the one on top. But here, now, Elladan found himself wanting to be taken…to be possessed.

The elder Peredhel’s lips curved into a smile. “What are you smiling about?” Elrohir asked curiously.

Elladan turned his lust-darkened gaze at the other elf. “I want to drown,” he said simply.

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Elvish translations:

melethron – male lover
Peredhel – half elf

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