Part 2

Posted: August 2003
Author: Larien Elengasse

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Third Age, September 30, 2952, Last Homely House, Imladris

Elladan quietly approached the door to his foster brother's room, pausing in front of it and knocking softly. "Estel? Are you in there?" He heard rustling, then footsteps approaching the door.

Aragorn opened the door, he was dressed in a pair of leggings and a thin cotton shirt and he was barefoot. He looked into the Elf's eyes for a moment before stepping aside and inviting him in. He closed the door behind him and lowered his eyes. His voice was shaky as he began to speak, "Elladan… I am sorry, I never should have…"

His heart stopped as he felt the Elf's fingers lift his chin and heard his voice float into his ears. "Estel, do not apologize. I took no offence at what you did, how could I? I was surprised, that is all, I did not quite know how to react. I had no idea you felt this way." Aragorn flushed a deep red and turned his face away from Elladan. It was not the rebuke he feared; but nonetheless, the rejection was coming, he was certain of it.

"I would not blame you if you did not want to spend time with me, this has made things more than awkward between us." He found it difficult to look into Elladan's eyes when he spoke, but he loved and respected his foster brother, and owed him no less.

Elladan's eyes softly roamed over Aragorn's form. He had indeed grown into a handsome man, strong, tall, and regal. His hair was still damp and clung softly to his face, his strong jaw was set in determination, his soft lips pursed slightly, the Dúnadan's gentle gray eyes peered into his own. He reached up and caressed his face, not in the way he had so many times before, but in the way he knew Aragorn needed him to. "Estel, what you ask of me, it is very important. I want to give you what you want, but, if you are not sure or you do not…"

Aragorn stopped the Elf's lips with his fingers. He leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Elladan, it has always been you that I have loved; I have dreamed of you, hoped and prayed for you. I have wanted you since I was old enough to feel these things." Elladan closed his eyes as he felt Aragorn's hands tentatively come to rest upon his shoulders and his soft breath flutter against his ear. "Make love to me, Elladan. Be my teacher in the ways of the heart and the flesh."

A sigh escaped the Elf's lips without him intending it. His own hands found their way to Aragorn's waist and he pulled him closer so that their bodies touched. "If this is your wish, Estel, I will grant you what you ask." His lips moved to the young man's neck, softly tasting him, gently caressing his smooth skin and hearing the Dúnadan moan quietly in response. He made his way from the right side to the left of Aragorn's neck and back up to his ear. "Have you lain with anyone, Estel?" He whispered.

"No." Aragorn croaked.

Aragorn felt the Elf's hands guiding him slowly backward toward the bed. "I will be gentle, and I will show you all that you wish to know."

Aragorn sighed, "Amin mela le, Elladan."

Elladan smiled against his cheek and whispered, "Amin mela le, Estel." He brought his hands up to cradle the Dúnadan's face and he drew back and smiled. Aragorn's face was still flushed with desire and kind smile crossed his lips. Elladan traced his lips with his fingers and closed his eyes when he felt the young man's hands run into his hair.

Aragorn whispered, "You are so beautiful, gwador."

Elladan smiled and the Dúnadan thought his heart would melt. The Elf reached for him with his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Aragorn felt his heart skip and a bright flame ignite deep in his core; he wanted the Elf more than he had ever wanted anything. His hands slowly caressed Elladan's back, over the curve of his shoulder blades, then lower, coming to rest just above the swell of his buttocks. The Elf's tongue slid inside his mouth and he moaned, feeling it caress his own. For so long, he had dreamed of this moment, of the moment when he would at long last hold his beloved in his arms. Soft moans began to emanate from the Elf, and he felt Elladan press his strong, yet lithe body against him. His arousal stirred inside his trousers and he felt the dull ache flare inside him. He gripped the Elf's buttocks in his hands, pulling him even closer as Elladan bent one knee and wrapped a leg around him.

He felt his shirt come loose from his trousers and begin sliding up over his head. He released his foster brother reluctantly, but just long enough for the shirt to slide over his head. He quietly gasped at the feel of Elladan's hands upon his bare skin and he could feel the beginnings of the Elf's desire pressing into his thigh. His nervous, inexperienced hands fumbled with the toggles on the Elf's robe and he heard Elladan laugh softly in his ear. "Slowly, Estel, we have all night." Aragorn blushed as he regained his composure, slowly working the smooth ivory toggles that held the Elf's robe closed. He peeled the robe away and gazed upon his foster brother's body, the soft, alabaster skin, the rolling hills of muscle that made up his torso, the soft dusting of sable hair that grew upon his chest, arms, and legs. His hand was trembling when he reached out and touched him.

Elladan stood before him watching him explore his body with his hands, smiling at the obvious appreciation that sparkled in the Dúnadan's eyes. He reached for the tie that held the young man's leggings closed. Aragorn uttered a small gasp when he felt the string pop loose and the Elf's hands slide his trousers over his hips, freeing his hardened length. Elladan gently pushed Aragorn back to his bed and climbed on, kneeling over him.

Aragorn lay upon his back gazing up at the Elf who straddled him, his beloved Elladan. He was aching with need, bursting with love for his beautiful foster brother. Elladan lowered himself slowly, claiming the young man's lips again. Aragorn moaned as he felt the Elf's silken hair brush his chest. He ached relentlessly; this was how he had imagined it in his dreams and fantasies, his soft hair and full warm lips, his elegant and powerful form. He resisted the urge to pull Elladan to him, to press his rigid arousal into the Elf's smooth body. Elladan made his way from Aragorn's lips to his neck, tracing the line of this collarbone with his tongue. Aragorn shivered and moaned with delight, slowly beginning to undulate beneath the Elf, his body thrumming with pleasure. Elladan drew a line from the tip of his shoulder to one hardened nipple, lapping at it slowly before latching onto it with his mouth; sucking and nibbling it until it was a hard pebble. Aragorn groaned, each nibble, each teasing flick of the Elf's tongue sent bolts of electric desire straight to his engorged arousal. He tangled the fingers of one hand in Elladan's luxurious hair and wadded the sheets of his bed in the other.

"Oh Gods, Elladan, please, you are killing me." The young man pleaded.

"Ssshhh, gwador. If I am to do this, then I want to do it properly." Elladan made his way to the opposite nipple, earning a plaintive whimper from his foster brother. After several moments of focused attention, he released the young man's erect nipple and began working his way down Aragorn's stomach. He pressed his soft mouth to his navel and felt his stomach shrink away from him. Aragorn's moans were becoming more urgent, his skin was on fire and his breath came in quick uneven waves. Elladan brushed his lips through the soft hair that grew around the young man's arousal, and Aragorn thought he would surely die if it went on much longer. The Elf grasped his arousal in his hand and drew his tongue along the underside, tracing the groove under the head, before probing the small opening with his tongue. Aragorn was near tears with need, pleading breathlessly with Elladan to do something, anything. As Elladan took him into his mouth he cried out and arched his back, his powerful young body flexing and tightening as his beautiful foster brother consumed him. Soft, warm, wet suction made his body hum with electric desire. White-hot fire coursed through his veins, he set his jaw and clenched his teeth, straining to hold back; fighting to hold on, but it was hopeless. He thrust into the Elf's mouth, gasped, and cried out his lover's name as he spilled himself down Elladan's throat.

Elladan lovingly cleaned him with his tongue, lapping up the milky substance as it ebbed from his quivering, softening arousal. Aragorn trembled and sighed; it was everything he had dreamed of. As Elladan's head came to rest upon the pillow next to his own he rolled to his side and wrapped his arms around him. "Amin mela le, Elladan." He whispered in the Elf's ear.

Elladan smiled and pressed a kiss to the young man's forehead. "Amin mela le, Estel." His hands caressed Aragorn's back as he sighed. He could feel his own urgent need aching, but for the moment, he just wanted to hold the handsome young man in his arms.

Aragorn draped one of his legs over Elladan's and caressed his face. "You are so beautiful, Elladan, never have I known or seen another as beautiful as you."

Elladan smiled and laughed softly. "Well there is one other…"

Aragorn chuckled and whispered, "I don't just mean beautiful in appearance, Elladan. Your spirit is beautiful."

Elladan smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I am what you make me, gwador."

Aragorn smiled and brushed his lips across the Elf's before whispering, "Nay, I could never make one as perfect and beautiful as you, Elladan." He traced the Elf's full lips with his finger and gasped quietly as Elladan drew them into his mouth, circling them with his tongue. He stroked the Elf's hair with his other hand. "Gods, Elladan, you undo me."

Elladan smiled and gazed at him with dark pewter eyes, lids weighted with passion. He whispered, "Touch me, Estel."

Aragorn's hand slid down the Elf's side, and gently grasped his engorged arousal. He watched the Elf's eyelids flutter as he moaned. He began slowly pumping his length, squeezing and sliding up and down, circling the tip with his thumb. With his other hand, he cupped the Elf's ear, caressing it and kneading the point. A plaintive whimper escaped the Elf, and Aragorn thought it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He held Elladan's arousal, squeezing and stroking it as the Elf began to thrust into his hand. He lost himself in the sweetness that was Elladan's kiss, moaning and wrapping his leg around him tighter as the Elf grew closer to his climax. Elladan's heart pounded against the young man's chest, he plundered Aragorn's mouth, and thrust harder into his strong hand. He cried out into their kiss as he reached his climax and moaned softly as his body trembled with abating desire. Aragorn slid down the Elf's body and tasted the opalescent seed that spread across his hand and Elladan's stomach. He savored the salty sweetness of it, the soft sighs that issued from his lover's lips. **His lover… Elladan was his lover at long last.** He gently cupped the Elf's buttocks in his hands as he cleaned his slackening length, and felt Elladan's hands caress his hair.

He made his way back up to face the Elf and wrapped his arms around him. "Please stay with me tonight, Elladan. I want to wake in your arms."

Elladan smiled and sighed. "Yes, meleth nín, I will stay and hold you in my arms." He stroked his hair and whispered, "Amin mela le, Estel."

Aragorn sighed and smiled, whispering against the silken flesh of the Elf's throat, "Amin mela le, Elladan."

They curled in one another's arms and slept until dawn.

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