Negotiations of the Flesh

Posted: February 2004
Title: Negotiations of the Flesh
Sequel to: Glance
Author: Larien Elengasse
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Celeborn
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Khylaren
WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…

Summary/Notes: Orchyd wrote a lovely Erestor/Legolas pairing for me as a gift for Valentine's Day. She requested an Erestor/Celeborn pairing, so this is my gift to her… I hope you like it, meldis.

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Erestor perused the tomes upon the shelves that lined the library of Lórien. His trip from Imladris was uneventful and he looked forward to the change of scenery that his brief stay in the Golden Wood would provide. He walked around the room slowly, the tip of one finger caressing the desk before moving to draw idle patterns in a small, round dish of sand. He perched himself upon one corner of the desk, folding his hands in his lap as his eyes scanned the canopy over head. It had been many years since his last trip to Lórien and a wolfish grin curved his ruby lips as he remembered it.

A length of silver hair beneath his hand, soft, needful, breathless sighs ringing in his ears, a lithe body encased in pure ivory skin arching and bowing beneath his touch. He shifted slightly, his leggings becoming more constricting as he mused. He had mastered many in his long life, many that bowed to his will so readily. Each new experience gave him that rush of adrenaline, a rush he had known in only one other way… battle. It was interesting how two so totally different acts could produce the same sensation. There were a few in Imladris who provided this release for him, but they were not as this one was; they were not warriors, they were not proud.

He closed his eyes and remembered again. A vision of silver-white hair crowning a bowed head in front of him, gray-blue eyes that could flash in defiance or glimmer with unshed tears of need, soft, pink lips that parted so beautifully as they sighed his name, and tasted so sweet as he consumed them. To have one so strong, so powerful, yield to him was an experience that had yet to be paralleled in his long life.

His own education in the ways of the flesh had begun at a young age, and at the hands of a master. Those hands artfully wielded both spear and sword; they could deal out both bone-rattling blows and caresses softer than the most gentle maiden.

His reverie was broken when he heard the soft scurrying of feet that signaled the arrival of the Lord of the Wood. He rose from his corner of the desk and stood tall, his eyes cast toward the door. Celeborn entered quietly, his regal head held high, that cool look of indifference casting a chill upon his gaze. After crossing through the threshold, a page quietly closed the door behind him.

"My Lord," Erestor greeted him quietly, he placed his hand over his heart and bowed his head in respect.

"Lord Erestor," Celeborn answered quietly. "It is good to see you again. Have you settled into your quarters?"

"Yes, my Lord, " Erestor replied. "They are more than satisfactory."

Celeborn nodded and replied, "Excellent." He clasped his hands behind his back and crossed to the edge of the flet, his gray-blue eyes scanning the talans and treetops that made up the tree city. "Your help with the matter at hand is most appreciated. I had not expected Elrond to send his Chief Advisor."

Erestor quietly replied, "I requested this service, my Lord. From what Master Elrond as told me, it is a rather sensitive matter."

Celeborn smiled wryly and turned around to face his guest. "That it is, and your discretion is appreciated."

Erestor smiled gently and nodded. "As always, my Lord." He cleared his throat and continued, "May I be permitted to speak freely?"

Celeborn raised an eyebrow then nodded. "Yes, of course."

"While I will do all I can to continue the smooth negotiations between yourself and Thranduil, it would be advisable for you to clear your communications through me before you speak with him."

Celeborn nodded, his arms folding across his chest. "Very well. Is there anything else you may require of me?"

Erestor shook his head. "Not at this time, my Lord."

Celeborn's gaze roamed over Erestor's form and he suppressed a smile. The Noldo was wearing the exact same outfit he wore when he last saw him in Imladris. He had commented to Erestor how becoming that particular shade of deep crimson was with his coloring and apparently the Advisor remembered. "Shall I inform my Captain you are here?"

Erestor's eyes widened and he flushed slightly, though he did not flinch from Celeborn's gaze. "That will not be necessary, my Lord," he answered.

Celeborn nodded and said nothing for a moment, his gaze still holding the proud Noldo riveted to the spot upon which he stood. "That is well, for if I recall, he was not able to return to duty for two days after your last meeting with him." He held his hand up as Erestor's mouth opened in defense. "I need not know what passed between the two of you, Erestor. You are both well past your majority and the act was consensual." He slowly began to close the distance between the two of them. "However, my curiosity is peaked. Few can bend my Captain to their will. As you know, he is proud beyond the measure of many."

Erestor watched Celeborn as he drew closer. Could he see? Could the Elda see past the mask of indifference he wore to the fire that burned beneath it? "Aye, he is proud, my Lord," he answered coolly, "yet he is also warm and soft, when he wants to be."

Celeborn nodded slowly as he began to circle the Noldo. "You and I, we have known one another for a long time, yes?"

Erestor nodded. "Aye, my Lord, we have." A quiet gasp escaped him as he felt the Sinda's shoulder softly brush his own.

"You are proud, Erestor," Celeborn replied, his voice dropping low. "I wonder… are you soft and warm as well?"

Erestor's eyes widened and he struggled to find the words to reply, but they danced just beyond his reach.

Celeborn circled behind him, leaning in to speak softly into Erestor's ear. "I am wicked, Erestor. But then, you already know that." He softly caressed a strand of raven hair and continued, "I cannot help but wonder what you would feel like, what you would taste like." He caressed the curve of the Noldo's ear with his lips before he pulled away.

Erestor's eyes fluttered shut as the soft, warm breath ghosted across his ear, followed by the gentle caress of the Sinda's lips. He struggled to retain his composure, to keep from leaning back into the comforting solidity of the elf lord's chest. He was undone so easily, he mused to himself, the mask of cool control falling away piece by piece the longer he remained in Celeborn's presence. "What is it about you Sinda?" he managed to reply in hushed tones. "Do you all practice magic? Do you all bewitch those around you?"

Celeborn chuckled and returned to the edge of the flet, his hands clasped behind his back again. "Some of us practice more deftly than others I suppose," he answered quietly.

Erestor took a deep breath and steadied himself. His arousal pulsated in his leggings and he was now totally distracted by it. "Yes, well, that is the reason for my being here, my Lord, is it not?"

Celeborn winced slightly, then grinned. He supposed he deserved that. "Aye, it is."

Erestor crossed the room to him and stood behind him, speaking quietly over his shoulder. "Did you fall easily, my Lord? What did it take to break your resistance? What did it take to undo you?"

Celeborn closed his eyes and breathed deeply, sights and sounds returning to him as if he were back in that moment in time. Tent walls flapping in the breeze, the afternoon light filtering through the canvas, creating a soft, warm glow. The deep voice echoing in his ear, sweet breath caressing his cheek, his intoxicating scent, a heated glance that burned his core. Alive, that was how he felt, acutely alive; every sound, every smell, every touch had been magnified tenfold. Was it magic? Or was it just the simple fact that he was indeed beautiful, overwhelmingly so. Yet, he was also dangerous.

"A glance," Celeborn replied. "A glance was what caused me to fall. All he did was look at me." He turned and faced Erestor, his hand reaching out and caressing soft ivory skin. "It was a look I shall never forget, and what followed is worth every excruciating moment of negotiations, and it is worth all that he would ask of me."

Erestor raised his eyebrows then answered, "That is why I am here, my Lord, lest you give away the realm of Lórien."

Celeborn smiled wryly. "What does it matter now? My Lady leaves with Elrond soon. Thranduil and I will be all that is left of the rulers of old." He stepped past Erestor and crossed the room, looking at a map resting upon the corner of the desk. "Thranduil can have all of the woods to the east of the mountains as far as I am concerned. I can make Imladris my home." He sighed. "Without Galadriel, these woods will wither and die; it is not only the ring that has kept them beautiful."

He turned and looked back at Erestor. "I may share my body with others, but it is Galadriel who holds my heart." He cocked his head, a sensuous smile crossing his lips. "But then, you know of what I speak, do you not, Erestor?"

Erestor swallowed and looked at the ground. "Yes, my Lord," he answered quietly.

Celeborn reached out and placed two fingers beneath Erestor's chin, tilting it up and returning the Noldo's gaze to his own. "We are left to seek respite in the arms of others when we cannot have those we love." He slid his hand around Erestor's neck and gently guided him closer. "Would you take pleasure in my arms, Erestor? Would you come to my bed?"

Erestor gazed into the fathomless gray eyes of the Sinda Lord. Celeborn was as ancient as time, though one would never know it to look upon him. His eyes glittered with youthful mischief; his body was hard and toned as a warrior's. To surrender to him would be so easy, all he had to do was close his eyes and say yes. He felt the Sinda's hand slide down his back, coming to rest above the swell of his buttocks. He arched against him as he felt Celeborn crush him against his chest and he opened his mouth to answer. The Sinda Lord's bruising kiss swallowed his words.

Celeborn claimed Erestor's mouth without waiting for an answer. He had seen the desire in the Noldo's eyes and struck before Erestor had a chance to think better upon it. Gods, he was so delicious, a heady mixture of sweetness and spice. He plundered the depths of Erestor's mouth, swallowing his needful moans. He released Erestor's mouth and gasped for air, gazing down into his dark eyes. "Here, now, mellon," he whispered.

Erestor nodded, words failing him beneath the Sinda's heated gaze. He slowly backed away as Celeborn released him, his hands moving up to the clasps that held his tunic closed. He removed it with excruciating slowness; his gaze fixated on Celeborn as the elf lord removed his own robes.

Celeborn slid a heavy chair in front of the door to the library, effectively blocking the entrance. He turned and kicked off his boots, walking toward Erestor, his eyes perusing the Noldo's form as he approached. Erestor's skin was pale and beautiful, his raven hair making it appear even more so. The Noldo's eyes were deep, dark pools of smoldering sensuality. Celeborn wanted to hear Erestor shout his name to the treetops in the throes of passion. His fingers moved to the laces of his leggings and he quickly loosened them, they slid lower on his hips as he walked across the room.

Erestor watched Celeborn stalk toward him with predatory grace; his movements slow and deliberate, like a great cat. He loosened his own leggings, peeling them open until they showed just the smallest hint of what was contained inside. He licked his lips; his body afire and burning with want, his heart hammering in his chest, echoing the pulsating rhythm of his rigid length.

Celeborn reached his prey, and he wadded his hand in Erestor's raven hair, pulling his head back to expose the smooth ivory flesh of his throat. His arousal twitched as the Noldo groaned in response and thrust his hips forward, bringing their hardened lengths into contact with one another, separated only by the fabric of their leggings. "I want to take you, Erestor," he growled, "bent over this desk, oiled and begging for me."

Erestor grasped Celeborn's buttocks, digging his fingers in as he pulled him forward. "Yes, my Lord," he replied breathlessly. "Take me and do it roughly."

Celeborn bit the point of Erestor's ear and replied, "As you wish, pen-vaelui."

He pulled open the drawer with such force that it nearly flew out of the desk. He quickly grasped the phial of orange oil used to polish the smooth wood. He then removed his leggings, deftly stepping free of them as he removed the cork on the phial. Erestor followed suit, quickly removing his leggings and turning his back to Celeborn, his hands planted upon the heavy desktop.

Celeborn generously coated his rigid length before quickly sliding two fingers inside Erestor's willing body. The Noldo cried out and arched against him as he leaned forward and sunk his teeth into Erestor's shoulder. He prepared the passage, scissoring and rotating his fingers, crooking them until he found his mark.

Erestor cried out as Celeborn struck that place inside him that drove him mad. "Yes," he groaned, "More, please…"

Celeborn found his mark a second time as he suckled the point of Erestor's ear. Erestor's writhing form and whimpering cries nearly driving him over the edge before it had begun. He withdrew his fingers and placed the tip of his arousal at Erestor's entrance, placing his hands upon the Noldo's hips to steady them. He gave it a little teasing nudge as he shoved Erestor's feet further apart and used his thumbs to spread his buttocks wider, earning himself a whimpering moan. "Are you ready for me, pen-vorn?" he growled low into Erestor's ear.

"Aye, please…" Erestor moaned, "take me now, my Lord."

Celeborn sheathed himself with one smooth and forceful thrust, causing Erestor to cry out and buck back against him. "Are you well, ervainen vorn?"

Erestor drew a ragged breath, he was filled, almost impossibly so, and he nodded slowly. He felt his arms and thighs tremble and he struggled to maintain his breathing.

"Are you sure, Erestor?" Celeborn asked softly. "I would not…"

Erestor whispered pleadingly, "Please, Celeborn, move."

"As you wish, ervainen vorn," Celeborn purred in response.

He began to thrust slowly and shallowly at first. As his love opened to him, he increased his depth and speed, angling for his mark once again. Erestor gave a keening cry and arched against him as he found it and he groaned in response. Soon, he was entering the Noldo roughly, withdrawing fully before slamming back inside him.

Erestor rocked forward from the force of Celeborn's thrusts, deep moans of pleasure issuing from his lips. His own arousal stood hard against his belly, weeping freely. He whispered raggedly, "Touch me, Celeborn."

Celeborn slid one hand from Erestor's hip, taking his rigid length and stroking it in opposition to his thrusts. Each time he thrust forward, he drove Erestor's length into his grip. He heard the whimpering cries that signaled Erestor's release and felt the Noldo's body tighten as he spilled his seed upon the desktop. His own release followed close behind and he gave a guttural growl as he spilled himself inside Erestor's body.

He leaned forward and gently laid his head upon Erestor's shoulders, his hands coming up to tenderly stroke the Noldo's arms. He let out a long sigh and smiled peacefully.

Erestor trembled with the aftershocks of his climax, a blissful smile crossing his lips as well. He felt Celeborn slowly rise off him as his softening length slipped from his body. He straightened and slowly turned to look at the Sinda, admiring the pale blush of rose upon his flesh. He smiled wickedly and murmured, "That was most satisfactory, my Lord."

Celeborn chuckled and pushed an errant braid behind one of Erestor's elegantly pointed ears. "So glad I could please you, Councilor."

Erestor chuckled in turn and reached up to caress Celeborn's cheek. He smiled as the elf lord retrieved a clean cloth, gently cleaning his groin before picking up his leggings and helping him into them.

Celeborn pulled on his own leggings and robes as he watched Erestor fasten his tunic. As he slid on his last boot he addressed the Noldo, "So I will see you at dinner then?"

Erestor nodded, "Yes, my Lord. I will be dining with you tonight." He smiled and softly called out to Celeborn before the Sinda opened the door. "Was this how it was between you and Thranduil, my Lord?"

Celeborn glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Aye, only I had no desk to lean upon." He grinned wickedly as he opened the door and left a stunned Erestor in the library.

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Pen-vaelui = lusty one
Pen-vorn = dark one
Ervainen vorn = my dark beautiful one

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THE END

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