Posted: January 2005
Title: The Love He Craves
Author: LadyHawksShadow
Type: FCS
Characters: Elrond/Aragorn
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: This is a product of a warped and over active imagination. All characters belong to Tolkien. The plot is all mine.
Warnings: slash
Beta: Larian Elensar
Time Line: AU/Movie verse
A/N: I have fought this damn bunny since Two Towers came out in the theater. I give up!

Summary: The last private moment between Elrond and Aragorn.

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Aragorn held the newly made sword aloft and stared at it in wonder. The sword of his ancestors, complete, sparkled in the firelight. Should he accept it, he would be king. But if he did not, then Middle earth was lost. The decision weighed heavily on his mind. He did not want to be king, not because he feared the hard work but because he knew in his heart that the line of his fathers was weak. He did not know if he could overcome the curse of Isildur.

Elrond stepped closer. "There is no more time."

Aragorn lowered the sword and stared at the elf. So this was the end. He must speak now or never. "My lord, I am not ready."

"Here is the way to defeat the enemy. Here lies your destiny. All your life, Estel, has been in preparation for this moment."

Blood rushed to Aragorn's face and he felt the heat of it on his neck and ears. "That is not what I meant. I am not ready to leave you. Long have I loved you, Lord, and longed to be loved by you. You bring with you my destiny—and you bring tidings of your own, as well. For if I am successful, if I fulfill this destiny, then you shall sail. And I shall never know the love I crave."

Elrond stared at his foster son for a long moment, contemplating those words. He opened his arms wide, offering comfort to his foster son. Aragorn dropped the sword and stepped forward into Elrond's embrace. He smelled sandalwood and horse and autumn leaves.

When the elf's lips brushed his neck beneath his ear, Aragorn relaxed. "This is what I have waited for."

The elf cupped Aragorn's chin in his hands and touched his lips to Estel's. The lips beneath his parted willingly and he slipped his tongue into the warmth. The beard scratched his face and chin, as he pressed harder to his stepson. He heard Estel moan softly and felt arms encircle his waist, pulling him closer. He allowed this, even though he felt he should not. His actions were wrong and he knew it, but he could not stop himself. Estel was beautiful and lonely and he wished to give the man the one thing he craved, if only for this one night. Elrond moved his hands and tangled them in the long hair, pulling and kneading gently.

Aragorn rubbed against Elrond, pressing his growing erection harder against the not-so-soft body. Despite his years of exile at the Last Homely House, Elrond remained a warrior in every detail, including his muscles. He'd not allowed himself to grow soft. When a knee thrust between his thighs, he spread his legs wider and felt the length of Elrond's leg press against him.

Their tongues swirled around, testing and teasing and wrestling for dominance, until at last Aragorn was defeated. He'd never succumbed to any before, save this one elf. And he surrendered willingly.

He slid his hands over Elrond's hips and up to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric. Fingers trembled as he unlaced the first layer of clothing, reaching inside to caress the silk shirt beneath the robe. He could feel Elrond's heart beat—steady and reassuring. He looked into the gray eyes and the elf smiled at him. He pulled open the laces and the shirt parted, revealing smooth, soft skin. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and latched heavily onto a nipple.

Elrond smiled softly and pressed Estel closer to him, letting the man suckle him. The pressure on his nipple felt good and his arousal grew even more as he listened to the soft keening sound coming from his stepson's throat. Then Estel lifted his head and slowly slid down to his knees. He glanced up at Elrond through long lashes, as if seeking permission.

"Is this what you really want?"

Aragorn swallowed and then nodded.

The elf lord swept aside his robes, tossing them to the floor and then untied the laces holding his breeches together. His cock fell heavily from his breeches and bobbed before Aragorn's face. Before Elrond could react, his stepson engulfed him in wet heat. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting deeper into Estel, encouraging him to swallow.

Aragorn sucked harder and harder, bathing Elrond's cock with his saliva, washing the head with his tongue, willing Elrond to moan and thrust against him. He needed, wanted, everything that Elrond could give him. He felt the first drops of pre-cum on his tongue and sighed happily. Tugging on his hair brought him out of his ecstasy and he resisted at first, but then Elrond pulled more sharply and he released the thick cock from his mouth and looked up at Elrond expectantly.

"Is this all you crave?"

Aragorn studied the arched brow for a moment and realized that the elf offered him more than he'd ever dreamed. "Nay, I crave your love in every way. I want you to love me completely."

Elrond sank gracefully to the ground and kissed Aragorn, pushing him backwards all the while until the man lay spread-eagle. Deftly, Elrond opened Estel's shirt and kissed a wet trail through the fine hairs on his chest and abdomen. He continued kissing as Estel writhed and moaned his pleasure. He pressed his face to the tented fabric of the man's pants, inhaling the scent of mortality. He was momentarily saddened, but he pushed the thoughts aside. This was his only chance and he must not allow his own sorrow to taint the moment. He thrust his hand inside Estel's breeches and felt the hot shaft bobbed against his hand as he fondled it. He stared into Estel's trusting eyes.

He removed Estel's boots and breeches and pried the open the firm muscles of his ass. He toyed with Estel, circling the tiny opening with his finger and thrusting the tip against the barrier ring. The resistance was minimal and Elrond wanted to thrust into the man right then and there, but he knew he could not, that he must be patient. Estel wriggled against him and moaned and whimpered as Elrond continued to tease the opening, willing it to open beneath his touch. When he was certain Estel was relaxed, he pushed his finger in deep and twisted it around and around.

His hips heaved off the floor and his thigh muscles strained as he tried to push Elrond's finger deeper into his body. He felt the elf's knuckles at his opening, felt the way he stretched to accommodate his stepfather, and he burned inside with need.

Listening to Estel plead increased Elrond's excitement. He thrust a second finger beside the first and pushed deeply, searching for Estel's inner core. His fingers brushed it softly and the man cried out with nonsense syllables. Elrond withdrew his fingers and drew Estel's legs onto his shoulders. His cock wept with desire and his whole body trembled. He nudged Estel's opening, felt it tighten in response to the invasion, then felt it relax as he pushed.

Aragorn tossed back his head and cried out, heedless of who might hear him beyond the tent walls. Elrond filled him and stretched him beyond anything imaginable. And he loved it.

When Elrond was fully sheathed, he rested for a moment. Leaning down, he kissed Estel softly. "I love you, Estel."

Estel sighed then.

Elrond's pace was more an assault. He thrust hard and fast, scooting Estel against the rungs on the floor with each move. Their breath whistled in their throats and Elrond gritted his teeth. The tightness and the heat were more than he expected. More than he'd dreamed of. He relished the stolen time, knowing it would be the first and the last. He reached between them and fisted Estel's hard cock. He slid his hand up and down in time to his thrusts, watching as drops of pearly fluid dripped over his fingers onto Estel's chest.

As Elrond stroked him, Aragorn felt himself sliding inexorably over the brink and he clawed at the floor, as if trying to prevent his fall. His body arched and his channel tightened and a deep-throated groan escaped his lips and his seed spilled over Elrond's hand. The hot liquid spurted over his chest and mingled with his sweat.

The tightening undid Elrond completely and he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as his own climax exploded. He thrust one last time, pushing as far as he could into Estel. His body shook and spots danced before his eyes. And then he collapsed.

They lay quietly, trembling and gasping for air. Aragorn wrapped his arms around Elrond's waist and held him as though he would never let him go.

"Know that you will always have my love, Estel, even when I have sailed beyond these shores." Elrond said softly against the tangle of Estel's hair.

Estel gulped. This was Elrond's final farewell. Never again would they have such a moment. Sadness gripped Aragorn for a moment.

"Do not allow your sorrow to cloud the moment," Elrond warned, as if reading his stepson's thoughts. "This one moment is all were granted, let us remember it without sadness."

Aragorn sighed. "Aye, my lord. I will not remember you with sadness, but with joy, as you should be remembered."

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THE END

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