Celebratory Toast

Posted: January 2004
Title: Celebratory Toast
Author: LadyHawksShadow
Type: FCS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Celeborn/Elrond
Disclaimer: I don't own. I only borrow. I'll put 'em all back when I'm done playing.
Special Warnings: m/m slash. PWP
Beta: Larian Elensar
Timeline: The night before Elrond marries Celebrian.
Author's Note: I thought it was time to put these two together.
Spoilers: *snort *

Summary: Elrond and Celeborn have a drink together.

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Celeborn studied his future son over the rim of his goblet and tried to conceal his lustful smile. He'd long thought the Peredhil was about as handsome as handsome could get, but had never thought of acting upon his feelings. He did not mind his sacrifices as the husband of one of the most powerful elves in Middle Earth. Lorien was a wonderful kingdom, safe within the rings of giant Mallorn trees, and his contentment was completed by the marriage of his only child, Celebrian, to Gil-Galad's successor. That Elrond had created a kingdom separate from the established elven communities and built one of the most powerful armies, all hidden within the Bruinen Valley, was an added bonus for Celeborn. His heart still twisted a little when he saw the gray eyes of his future son-in-law light with laughter or a long hand brush aside his long dark hair as it fell over his shoulders.

Celeborn wanted to brush the hair away; lift it from the nape of the long neck and plant soft kisses where hair met skull. He blinked away the vision and concentrated on the celebrations around him. On the morrow, Elrond Peredhil would be officially wed to Celebrian, and be forever out of Celeborn's reach.

Blue eyes watched as Elrond lifted Celebrian's hand to his lips. She rose, graceful as a willow, and bowed to him before turning to her parents. She glided forward and bent low to kiss her father on the cheek. Celeborn raised his face to hers and smiled. He knew he was sending her to into the arms of a wise and strong elf and he did not mind, not for her sake, anyway.

"Rest well," he murmured against her hair.

Celebrian and her mother exited together. Last minute preparations would keep them closeted away until the dawn, where they would emerge from the heights of the flet and Celebrian would pass from Galadriel's hands to Elrond's.

Elrond, too, would remain closeted until the dawn. Yet, who would have that wait with him remained a mystery. There were many elves that Elrond called friend, but as for family, he was completely alone. Gil-Galad, who might have stood in stead as a father or uncle, had perished. Elros was long lost over the sea. Celeborn came to an abrupt conclusion. His presence with Elrond would break with protocol, but he could not allow the younger elf to hold his last vigil as a bachelor alone.

"Lord Elrond?" He spoke across the table, leaning forward so that he did not have to shout to be heard over the sounds of revelry. "I would like to hold this vigil with you tonight. You should be with family—and soon enough, you and I will be family."

Elrond studied Celeborn for a long moment. The offer was generous. "I would be honored, my lord." He inclined his head as he rose from the table.

Celeborn led Elrond to a flet at the opposite end of Caras Galadhon. They climbed the winding stairs together. Celeborn carried the diadem that Elrond would place on Celebrian's hand. They entered the flet together and looked around. A table bore fruits and cheeses and bread in case the bridegroom needed to break his fast. A large silver jug of wine and two goblets sat among the delicacies. In a separate room, opposite the bed, was a clothes press containing the robes and leggings he would wear to the dawn ceremony.

Elrond paced the room slowly, his nervousness betrayed by the way his hands flitted over objects, never lighting any place long. His eyes roamed, going from the room with his wardrobe to Celeborn to the night sky in rapid succession. He avoided making eye contact with Celeborn. The long pale hair and vibrant blue eyes made Elrond's stomach flutter in ways that Celebrian—nay any other elf—could not. He'd admired the Elda for most of his life, but had never even considered being with him in an intimate fashion. His astute mind suggested that making sexual advances on Galadriel's mate would be just shy of political suicide. In addition, with the war so recently over and many of the elves looking to him to be the next leader, Elrond knew he could ill afford any animosity. Now, on the eve of his wedding, he was trapped with Celeborn in a flet several hundred feet above the forest floor. He suddenly did not know what to do with himself.

Celeborn placed the diadem and its cushion in the bedroom atop the clothespress and returned. Outside, he appeared calm and in control. On the inside, however, his heart beat rapidly and his stomach quivered with an inexplicable excitement. Casually, he poured a goblet of wine for himself and turned to Elrond.

"Would you care to join me in a celebratory toast?"

Elrond walked towards Celeborn as if moving through water. He reached the table and stood beside the Elda. He opened his mouth to reply but only a strangled sound came from his throat. He tried again. "Yes, thank you."

Celeborn tilted his head and studied Elrond for a brief moment before turning towards the wine. He poured a second goblet and held it out to Elrond. As he passed the crystal glass, his and Elrond's fingers brushed ever so lightly. An electric thrill went through Celeborn. And his eyes locked with Elrond's gray ones for a brief moment. What he saw there made his groin tighten. There was in Elrond's eyes a vulnerability that he had not expected and a lust that he'd never dreamed existed.

"Elrond," he began. "Come and sit with me." He walked over to the couch and sat down.

Reluctantly, Elrond followed with his glass clutched in fingers that had grown cold and stiff. He sat beside Celeborn and held the wine between his knees.

Celeborn brushed a stray lock of hair away from Elrond's shoulders, allowing the silken threads run through his fingers. "You are the most beautiful elf I have ever seen," he whispered softly.

Elrond glanced at Celeborn out of the corner of his eye, uncertain how to respond. His first instinct was to crawl into Celeborn's lap, but he did not know if that was acceptable. "I am flattered," he answered lamely.

Celeborn laughed and the sound echoed around the room. "Well said, Elrond. If I said that I desired you, would you be offended? Would you turn away from me?"

"On the morrow I will wed your daughter, my lord," Elrond replied softly. His heart beat in a staccato rhythm that he knew Celeborn could hear.

"And then you will be forever removed from my reach. If…," Celeborn tucked his fingers beneath Elrond's chin and turned the pale face to his. "If you are not interested then I will understand. Yet, I think you are. I think you would like for me to kiss you." As he spoke, he leaned closer to Elrond until his lips nearly brushed Elrond's.

Elrond's tongue darted forward and touched his suddenly dry lips. Celeborn's warm breath fanned his heated skin and he could not turn himself away from the deep blue eyes. He felt as though he were drowning in their depths. All thoughts of his impending marriage fled from his mind as Celeborn's mouth brushed against his lips. He moaned softly as Celeborn pressed harder, forcing open his mouth. When a warm tongue slithered between his teeth, he whimpered and his hands came up to Celeborn's shoulders. The wine, held loosely between his knees, fell to the floor with a splash and clatter, but neither elf heard.

Celeborn pushed Elrond backwards, forcing him deep into the cushions as he swirled his tongue inside Elrond's mouth. Their tongues slid against one another and their teeth clicked softly. Celeborn raised his head for a moment, dragging his lips over Elrond's chin down to the soft skin of his throat. He nuzzled upwards, flickering his tongue over an earlobe before pushing aside a thick lock of hair and sucking the ear tip into his mouth. Elrond's head lolled and his breathing grew ragged. His hands fisted in Celeborn's robes. The strain against his leggings was unbearable and he rotated his hips, pressing himself against Celeborn. Sweet friction only fueled his desire and a low, soft moan rumbled from his chest.

Celeborn's hand slid down over the smooth silk, grazing lightly the bulge in Elrond's leggings, before ghosting over strong thighs. He heard Elrond whimper as his fingers stroked thickening flesh before moving on. He stifled his own impatient moans as his lips sucked and nibbled sensitive ear tips. He felt Elrond's fingers curled into his robes and wished the Noldo would find something else, something more clever, explicit, to do with those strong hands. As if reading his mind, Elrond suddenly released the fabric and delved both hands beneath Celeborn's robes, seeking hot, satiny skin to pinch and caress. Celeborn grunted softly as fingernails rasped over his nipples, causing them to distend and pucker. He held Elrond's head in place as he lowered his head to kiss a wet trail over the long throat, nuzzling below the high collar of stiff silk concealing Elrond's body from his hungry sight.

Sitting up, Celeborn loosened each toggle from its corresponding loop, slowly revealing the pristine white under tunic. When Elrond did not protest, he turned his attention to the laces closing the tunic and slowly exposed a powerful chest. He tugged and pulled until Elrond's tunic and robe lay discarded on the floor and the large, flat nipples puckered from the chill air.

"Lie down," commanded Celeborn as he shifted to give Elrond room to move. Elrond did as bidden and slipped down on the couch until he was length wise, with one leg draped over the back and the other dangling to the floor. Celeborn stripped off his own robe and tunic and lay down between Elrond's legs, pressing their mutual erections together. His breath escaped in a soft sigh as the heat penetrated his leggings. He shifted his hips and Elrond whimpered.

Celeborn dipped his head and touched his tongue lightly to a nipple. The brown nub drew tight as his tongue danced over it. He drew it into his mouth and sucked gently at first, but as Elrond began to writhe beneath him, he increased the pressure, adding his teeth. He bit roughly and then soothed the abused nipple with his tongue, only to repeat the process again. Elrond's hand twisted into his hair and draped his legs over Celeborn's waist, pinning him in place. Celeborn growled as he moved to the other nipple. Opening his mouth wide, he scraped his teeth over the pectoral muscles, slowly closing his mouth until the puckered disk was trapped between his even teeth. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the hardened flesh until Elrond gasped and hissed. Only then did Celeborn relent and release the over sensitized nipple. He kissed Elrond's chest and then scooted down, trailing kisses all the way down Elrond's torso. He paused and poked his tongue into Elrond's belly button, swirling it around for a moment, feeling Elrond inhale. Wriggling from beneath Elrond's legs, Celeborn placed his hands on both of Elrond's thighs, pining him open, and rubbed his face against the bulging leggings. He raked his tongue up and down the length, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric twitch impatiently.

Raising his head, Elrond watched as Celeborn nuzzled him. Unable to stand any more, he reached down and tried to work his hands between Celeborn and the laces holding his throbbing erection against his stomach. Celeborn obliged and moved his head a little and within seconds, Elrond had his cock free. Holding it between his thumb and index finger, he offered it to Celeborn. The Elda opened his mouth wide and painstakingly sucked Elrond into his mouth, inch by inch, until his lips touched Elrond's hand. Elrond groaned as Celeborn took him all the way to the back of his throat and then swallowed before drawing his head back up. Holding Elrond's cock between his lips, he flicked his tongue over the slit and then lowered his head again, all the while keeping his tongue flat against the underside of Elrond's cock. Elrond arched his hips, pushing and straining against Celeborn.

After a few minutes, Celeborn sat up. Soundlessly, he began removing the last of Elrond's clothes and when the beautiful half elf lay naked before him, he undressed himself. Elrond's hands roamed over Celeborn as he stripped away the last of his modesty, exploring the contours and planes of the supple body. At last, when Celeborn's clothes joined Elrond's, he took Celeborn into his palm and stroked up and down, feeling the way the soft skin slid over the hard muscle.

"Can I taste you?" He asked as his thumb brushed the weeping slit.

Celeborn smiled and rose from the couch. "Of course you can," he answered as he moved to the arm of the couch where Elrond's head rested. Gently he lowered himself so that his cock was positioned over Elrond's waiting mouth. Breath tickled his tight sac and then wet heat engulfed him. Moaning, Celeborn lowered his head until he could take Elrond into his mouth. Each flick of his tongue was answered by Elrond; each twist and lurch of hips; every hiss and moan. He pressed his face down until Elrond was at the back of his throat and sucked and swallowed while Elrond performed the exact movements on him. Celeborn concentrated on listening to Elrond's guttural moans and hisses. He could feel the tension growing and new that he would not last much longer if he did not slow Elrond down. Swiping his tongue one last time over Elrond's slit, Celeborn forced himself away and stood up. For a long moment, he stood over Elrond, staring down at the body spread so wantonly upon the couch. Elrond's legs were spread and his length twitched against the flat plains of his belly. The dark nest of curls glistened with Celeborn's saliva.

Reaching down, Elrond took his member in hand and began to stroke up and down. He stared up at Celeborn, watching as the blue orbs darkened even more and a pink tongue darted out over bruised lips. Elrond kept stroking, pulling up hard so that skin over his purpled sac stretched taut. He slicked his thumb over his slit, smearing clear drops of pre-cum over his engorged head. Above him, Celeborn began to pant and his cock danced, as if nervous.

Lifting one hand, Elrond trailed it along Celeborn's thigh to get his attention. "Would you like…"

Celeborn forced his eyes from Elrond's hand and stared into the liquid depths. He watched Elrond shift and he lifted his eyes and saw that Elrond had spread his thighs wide and was slowly drawing them up to his chest. The invitation was clear. "Yes," Celeborn said hoarsely.

Elrond took his hand from Celeborn's thigh and sucked a finger into his mouth. Removing it with a soft pop, he brought it down until it circled his tight opening. He waited until Celeborn settled between his raised legs and then, when the Elda's attention was firmly fixed on his puckered hole, he slowly inserted his finger. He pushed open the guardian ring, delving deeper inside himself, pushing until his finger penetrated all the way to his third knuckle. He held his hand there, pressing deep inside his own body as his other hand continued to stroke up and down on his swollen cock.

"More?" He asked and Celeborn nodded without taking his eyes off Elrond's tiny opening.

Elrond pulled his finger completely out and, twisting two fingers together, plunged them both back in again. He grunted against the fullness and the slight sting. Forcing his fingers apart, he stretched himself and slithered his hand back out again. He was about to insert three fingers when Celeborn's hand reached out and captured his wrist, stilling him.

Then Celeborn bent his head down and put the very tip of his tongue against Elrond, lightly stroking and teasing the muscle until it opened for him. Elrond put his feet on Celeborn's shoulders and arched his hips. The tongue slipped beyond the thick muscle, lapping and probing the smooth interior until Elrond arched his back and cried out. Elrond lay for a moment, panting and trembling, as Celeborn got to his knees. He pushed Elrond open, forcing his legs impossibly wide as he snuggled between the bent knees.

Elrond wrapped his arms around his calves and pulled them up until his bent knees nearly touched his shoulders. Celeborn's hand grazed his ass as he positioned the head of his cock against small opening. He grunted as he pushed, feeling the ring which had been so forgiving of his tongue, resist the larger, heavier invasion. He watched Elrond's face, saw the momentary pained grimace turn to pleasure as he sank deeper and deeper into the impossibly tight channel.

He accepted Celeborn's invasion, welcomed the stinging, the fullness. His stretched opening relaxed as Celeborn pushed in to the hilt and lay there, holding himself perfectly still. His muscles clinched and spasmed and he sighed as Celeborn gave a short, experimental thrust.

Celeborn got his knees under Elrond's hips and his hands on Elrond's firm cheeks and he thrust again, feeling the couch sway beneath them. Elrond gasped and thrashed his head.
He pulled all the way out and then thrust in again, delighting in the way the barrier tried to clench around him, force him out, keep him in. When he was buried to the hilt, he thrust hard and fast and then drew out again. He shifted positions, angled his thrust as he shoved deep a third time. This time, Elrond's back arched and he shouted as Celeborn struck the small gland deep inside him. Muscles locked tight around his cock in response and Celeborn tilted back his head with a loud groan. Elrond's fingers dug into the backs of his knees and he raised his head so that he could see Celeborn's cock buried inside him. He hissed loudly as Celeborn withdrew and then threw back his head with a delighted shout as the Elda slammed back in again.

Celeborn paused. "So you like watching," he grinned as he reached down and put both hands behind Elrond's neck. "Let me help you." He tugged until Elrond's head was raised, cradled between his hands.

Elrond draped his legs over Celeborn's forearms and used his hands to hold on to the strong shoulders as the Elda began pounding in and out of him. He shuddered every time he watched the long, thick cock slam back into his tight channel and cried out when it hit his tiny nerve endings. Celeborn quickened the pace, driving his cum-slicked cock in and out of Elrond hard and fast until neither he nor Elrond could breath. Sweat covered his chest, trickling down in rivulets and mingling with Elrond's sweat. Elrond reached between them and began to frantically stroke himself, jerking his tight sac up and down as he did so. Celeborn alternated between watching Elrond pleasure himself and his own cock sliding in and out of Elrond's body. He could feel his release coming upon him and grit his teeth against it. His breath whistled as he fought to control his passion, waiting for Elrond to find his release first.

"Ai, hurry," he begged with a gasp as the tight passage clutched at him.

Elrond's legs pressed down hard on Celeborn's arms, nearly lifting himself clear of the couch as he threw back his head. His hand beat up and down furiously in counterpoint to Celeborn's thrusts. His neck muscles bunched and the veins stood out against the pale skin. His lips opened in a silent scream as hot cum spurted from his cock, splattering both him and Celeborn.

Celeborn felt the muscles tightened around him, felt Elrond shudder and knew how close the half elf was to completion. He relaxed his control at last and thrust hard and fast, enjoying the feel of Elrond wrapped around him, squeezing him. White semen splattered his chest and Celeborn let out a long, low yell as he spilled himself deep inside Elrond.

They lay together, sweat-soaked, and sated for a long time. After a while, Celeborn stirred and looked down at Elrond. The half elf's face was turned away and his eyes were closed. Leaning down, he kissed each closed lid.

"What are you thinking?"

Elrond's eyes opened slowly. The gray depths sparkled with amusement. "I was thinking how much I enjoyed our celebratory toast."

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THE END

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