Mercy

Mercy

Posted: April 28, 2006
Title: Mercy
Author: Jay of Lasgalen
Type: FCS
Characters: Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine.
Author's Notes: Written for the 50 Passages challenge - prompt #10: 'You seem to know a lot. More than is good for you, I guess.'

Summary: Elrohir is in a playful mood. Pure smut.

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"I have you at my mercy now," Elrohir murmured as he tied the last silken scarf in place. He sat back and gazed down at the results of his handiwork. Elladan was spread naked and willing upon the bed, his wrists tied to the bars of the bed head, his grey eyes slate-dark with desire.

Elladan writhed, testing his restraints unsuccessfully, but gave his brother a slow, sensuous smile. "You think so?"

Elrohir nodded with satisfaction. "I know I do," he said smugly. "I know that when I do this," - starting at Elladan's ear, he placed a series of light kisses along his neck and down his throat, humming slightly - "you cannot resist me. I know that when I do this," - he swirled his tongue over a dark nipple, then blew on it, forcing a low groan from Elladan - "you will soon be begging me to take you. And I know that when I do this," - he nipped gently with his teeth, then bit a little harder - "I will make you scream my name as you come."

Elladan moaned deep in his throat at the exquisite sensations Elrohir was provoking in him. "You seem to know a lot. More than is good for you, I guess," he gasped. He writhed again, then gave a sudden grin of triumph. "But did you know that you cannot tie knots, little brother?" With a sudden deft twist, he slipped one wrist free of the scarf binding him and turned, pinning Elrohir beneath him. "Now I have you at my mercy," he breathed. "Now who will scream and beg to be taken?"

Elrohir stared up at his brother. The tables had been turned very swiftly, and his wrists were now held firmly above his head, held in Elladan's strong grip. In the next instant his legs were pushed apart unceremoniously, and Elladan leaned down, covering his mouth in a hard kiss as he thrust in deeply. Elrohir gasped at the sudden invasion, and bit back a cry of rapture at Elladan's passionate fervour.

As Elladan thrust again, Elrohir arched against him, forcing Elladan deeper, and wrapped his legs around Elladan's waist, holding him there. Elladan's moan was muffled, and with another hard, deep thrust he came with a sobbing cry. Elrohir felt the hard spurt as Elladan's seed filled him, then he too was calling Elladan's name, shuddering as his own orgasm shook him.

Afterwards, they lay together, gasping, Elladan still buried deeply in his body, his not quite sated length still twitching slightly. Elrohir turned his head slightly, running his tongue over Elladan's ear, smiling as he felt Elladan's length stir again inside him. "I knew you would not be able to resist me," he murmured. "I told you that I would make you scream my name."

Elladan raised his head, still a little dazed. "You mean - you planned that?"

Elrohir nodded with deep satisfaction. "Oh yes - I planned that all along." He grinned. "Do you really think I cannot tie knots securely?"

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THE END

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