Conflict

Posted: April 2003
Type: FCS
Author's Name: Kharessa Bloodrose
Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Erestor isn't happy with Glorfindel's methods.
Disclaimer: I do not own these settings or characters, and I am making no profit from the writing and sharing of this story.
Warnings: Romance, angst
Author's Notes: Thanks to Star Dust, Morgana, Larian, TrinityC, Angilou, Aradiria, L, Alex, Rune Dancer, Pira, and Tessie for their commentary.

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He rose, dressed, left Glorfindel's rooms reluctantly. He had little choice in the matter though he had no desire to face the household today, most especially had no desire to deal with the Mirkwood elf's darkly beautiful, too knowing demeanor. Even if there had been no duties for him to attend to, however, he still would have been forced to leave. As little as he wanted to see Elrond, Celebrian and Elralinde, he wanted to see Glorfindel even less.

He'd been played. Now that the interior maelstrom of emotion had subsided, it was perfectly clear. It had not been idle flirting that he'd been seeing since Elralinde had arrived, had not been courteous, diplomatic flattery. Glorfindel had known perfectly well what he was doing, and it made Erestor sick inside to remember himself nearly begging, telling the Eldar that he couldn't bear to live without him. Glorfindel had manipulated him, had forced him to give up a part of himself, had confused him, made him crawl. His face flushed in humiliation at the memory, and he could not help wondering how active Elralinde's role had been in this.

He did not bother with going to the dining hall for breakfast, but went immediately to his office. Privacy. Glorfindel was on morning patrol, and the others would be chatting over cinnamon roles and fresh fruit, undoubtedly about his newly revealed relationship.

It had seemed like such an understated gesture at the time, an act very much in keeping with his more subdued methods and strategies. The warmth of Glorfindel's thigh under his hand had been intensified by the eyes of others upon them, and he'd felt a rush of triumph at that electric contact. No words spoken because that simple movement said it all. –He is mine.- Erestor had silently said. –Back off.-

But the triumph hadn't been his. It had been Glorfindel's. Glorfindel had seen to it that he'd feel the need to make that gesture, that he'd step out from cover to make that claim. He'd known what he was doing when he'd asked him for an explanation, and he'd known what he was doing when he'd coaxed tears and confessions from him before taking him to bed.

"Decided not to join us for breakfast?"

Erestor glanced up, jaw tight. Elrond stood in the doorway smiling sunnily.

"I ate in my quarters."

"Mmm." Elrond nodded. "A shame Glorfindel was on patrol and couldn't share the morning meal with you?"

"He has his duties, as I have mine." Erestor replied darkly, and Elrond laughed.

"You are the most quiet and reserved person I know, my friend. How ever do you two manage?"

"We have our moments." Was all that Erestor would say, and with a final chuckle Elrond left him to his work.

*****

Glorfindel found Erestor, still dressed in his official robes, seated in front of the mirror in his room. It had become their habit to meet in Glorfindel's chambers after the midday meal, but this day there had been no Erestor waiting for him, and he had not had the time to seek him out. The evening meal had passed with frosty silence between them. Elralinde had said that Erestor would not be pleased after the events of the previous night, and now he was beginning to see that she had been right.

"What is wrong, meleth nin?" He asked, and was surprised when Erestor swung about to face him, dark eyes blazing with cold fire.

"How dare you call me that!" Erestor hissed. "Was it quite entertaining for you to make me believe you had taken an interest in that Mirkwood creature? Did it please you to see how easily you could manipulate me into giving you what you want?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Glorfindel stammered, and earned himself a disgusted glare.

"You're a very poor liar, but I suppose after this you have little respect for my intelligence."

"Fine, then." Glorfindel's eyes hardened, became blue ice. "Can you really blame me? You give nothing of your own free will."

"And that gives you the right to use whatever means you see fit? To humiliate me?" Angry tears stood in Erestor's eyes, and he blinked them furiously away.

"No, no Erestor. Never that." A look of shock passed over Glorfindel's face. "Is that how you see it? That telling me how you feel is a humiliation?"

Erestor glared and turned away from him, his scowl seemingly directed at his reflection in the mirror. He stiffened when Glorfindel laid his hands upon his shoulders and shrugged the touch violently away.

"What do you want from me, Glorfindel?" His voice was flat, low, nearly monotone with his effort to control his emotions, and Glorfindel sighed harshly as he moved to kneel beside the chair.

"You. Your heart."

"You have that." The words were clipped, frustrated, trapped.

"Do I, Erestor?" Now it was Glorfindel's turn to sound angry. He rose swiftly to his feet, gripped Erestor's chin and turned him to face him. "I would not have guessed until last night."

"Damn you, Glorfindel!" Erestor's control broke, and he thrust the blonde elf's hand away with surprising force. The chair fell to the floor with a crash as Erestor rose to face Glorfindel, and the warrior's eyes widened with shock as he found himself propelled backwards by slender hands, pushed harshly against the wall. Lips met his in a possessive, heat and anger driven kiss, and Glorfindel opened to it in a mixture of desire and dismay.

"That's what you want." Erestor gasped as he broke the kiss. His face was flushed, eyes dilated with passion. "How did it make you feel last night, thinking you had me where you wanted me, that you could do whatever you wanted with me?"

There was no time for Glorfindel to reply. Again Erestor covered his mouth with his own, tasting him, drinking him, possessing him as completely as Glorfindel had ever possessed another through a kiss. Hands ran roughly yet expertly over the hard muscles of his chest, fingers rubbed against the hardening peaks of his nipples. Part of him was screaming that this was wrong, very wrong, but he could not deny the heat that was rising in him, the desire to let Erestor do as he wished, to give himself over to his suddenly demanding lover's caresses.

Erestor slapped his hands away when he tried to help him with the laces, hooks, and eyes of his shirt and trousers, and so Glorfindel leant back against the wall in sensual submission as he was swiftly undressed. He heard his lover's muttered curse as patience was lost and cloth tore, shivered with anticipation as his skin was bared to the cool air. The stone wall against his back was chill in contrast to the fire of Erestor's hands on his arms, shoulders, chest, and thighs, the breeze from the window raised goose bumps on his flesh even as the warmth of Erestor's touch smoothed them away. Teeth nipped at his earlobe a trifle too hard, and Glorfindel's eyes rolled back in a confusion of pained pleasure.

Erestor was still fully dressed, flowing summer silk to smooth skin. Glorfindel writhed against him, his aching desire pushing into the soft folds of cloth. The winter vestments of velvet that Erestor had worn for his entertainment had been warm and soft, where these were cool and slick, sliding against him in an erotic tease. He reached to pull the fabric off, to begin guiding it over Erestor's head, but again Erestor batted his hands away.

"Kneel." Erestor hissed, and Glorfindel complied, slipping down his lover's body and again reached for the hem of the robes. The cloth was jerked from his grip, and then Erestor had stepped behind him, knelt, reached around his body to touch his hard and quivering member.

Glorfindel moaned as he leaned back against Erestor's chest, slid his shoulders back and forth shamelessly against smooth silk as he was stroked and fondled. As his passion spiraled upward Erestor increased his rhythm, kissed and licked the smooth column of his neck. Lips found his ear, moved upwards along the curve to suck insistently on the tip, and Glorfindel could hold back his release no longer.

He had barely recovered from the force of his climax when he found himself pushed forwards onto his hands, felt his thighs being parted further. His breath was coming in harsh pants as Erestor quickly prepared him, lubricated him with his own spilled seed. Soft gasps became mewls of renewed desire as his lover mercilessly stimulated the sweet spot inside of him, stroked it with each thrust of his fingers. He cried out in disappointment when Erestor removed his fingers, trembled in anticipation as he waited, listening to the sound of buttons being undone and cloth being slid aside.

A moment later Glorfindel cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as he was breached without warning. Hands gripped his hips as he was rocked forward forcefully, his own hands scrabbling futilely on the smooth hardwood floor. He was conscious of nothing but heat and fullness and delicious spikes of pleasure. Erestor again knelt up, pulling Glorfindel with him, and the warrior's moans became cries as the dark elf took his cock in hand once more, timing his strokes with his thrusts.

No thought was given to drawing it out, and Glorfindel was nearly sobbing with passion as Erestor arched against him, spilled his essence deep within him. The convulsing within him was enough to drive him over the edge once more, and a moment later his own seed covered his lover's hand. Sweating and exhausted, he collapsed forward onto the cold floor.

Fingers traced lightly between his shoulder blades, followed the path of his spine to the small of his back. Glorfindel shivered at the tickling sensation, wiggled his shoulders, and Erestor chuckled. The sound was oddly flat, oddly hollow, and Glorfindel turned his cheek against the boards to look up at his lover.

"My Glorfindel." He whispered softly, and the expression in his eyes was sad, remorseful. "I'm sorry, Glorfindel."

"Mmmm." Glorfindel mumbled in reply, and Erestor's lips tightened.

"Don't do this to me."

"Don't do what to you? And I hope you're not apologizing for the sex."

"I was angry with you…"

"Really?" Glorfindel said sarcastically, and Erestor glared.

"I don't want to be with you in anger, but you drove me to it."

"Hold on." Glorfindel rolled onto his side, propped his head on his hand. "Do not blame me for your own fears. As to the other, if I hadn't wanted it, you wouldn't have had me."

"I am not afraid of you." Dark eyes warmed with frustrated anger once more, and Glorfindel reached to touch a silk clad arm lightly.

"I never said you were, melethron."

"I don't want to be owned, Glorfindel." The expression on his face was warning, cold but threatening emotions more volatile. Glorfindel returned the look evenly, and it was Erestor who lowered his gaze.

"That's good, lirimaer, since I don't want to own you. No more than I want to be owned."

*****

Erestor slept, and Glorfindel studied his still face, a slight frown marring his own fair features. Elralinde had indeed been right, but he doubted if she'd guessed at the extent of Erestor's dismay, anger, fright. Certainly Glorfindel had not suspected.

Pointing out that Erestor had not, could not force himself upon him had been an error and it hadn't been. It would have been so much easier to have allowed him to think that he had demonstrated his control in this, that however willingly Glorfindel might have responded it was still he, Erestor, who had held the reins. Easier to surrender, to let Erestor remain behind the secure barricade of his tightly harnessed emotions by giving himself up to him. Erestor did not want to be owned, but Glorfindel did not believe for a moment that he did not want to own; it was the very thing that he was fighting against that he desired.

"I can only give you what you want when you can give me what I desire." He whispered softly to unhearing ears, and gently kissed the soft cheek.

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Part 9

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