Part 5

Posted: November 2003
Author: Larien Elengasse

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Third Age, October 8th, 2952, Last Homely House, Imladris

Aragorn awoke in Elladan's bed, curled around his lover and buried beneath the thick blankets. He stretched and yawned, his movement waking Elladan from his reverie as the half-elf followed suit, stretching and yawning along side him.

"Good morning, my beauty," he whispered, his fingers trailing across his lover's furrowed brow.

"Ai, what time is it? I feel as though I have slept an age," Elladan mumbled, stretching his stiff limbs once again.

Aragorn smiled and nuzzled his lover's neck, earning a smile and gentle sigh from Elladan. "It is late, I think, judging from the way the light is coming through the window. Have you any plans today, melethron?"

Elladan smiled and made a soft purring sound as his lover's hands roamed his body. Each time he and Aragorn made love the Dúnadan became bolder and more adventurous. "Not until the dinner hour, we have a guest arriving from Mirkwood, Thranduil's son, Legolas."

Aragorn sighed and nuzzled his lover's ear. "So the infamous Prince of Mirkwood arrives, I have heard talk of his beauty and prowess with the bow." Aragorn barked in surprise as Elladan flipped him to his back.

"The bow is not his most formidable weapon, my young friend. Take care that you keep your robes and leggings closed in his presence. He is as insatiable as his father, " Elladan chuckled. "Elrohir will have a most interesting evening, I think."

Aragorn both smiled and frowned. "Why is that, meleth nín?"

Elladan smiled broadly, nipping at his lover's lower lip playfully. "Oh, Legolas has been after our brother for quite some time, ever since that night Elrohir grabbed him and kissed him by the river. I do not think Legolas is aware of Elroihr's relationship with the marchwarden. With Haldir present, Elrohir will have his hands full."

Aragorn smiled wickedly. "Perhaps you and I should run interference for our brother, keep the Prince occupied for him so as to avoid a problem between Haldir and Legolas."

Elladan frowned playfully. "Interference say you? You just want a taste of the Mirkwood Prince yourself, I think." He playfully nibbled on Aragorn's ear. "Alright, I will go along with your plan; but watch yourself, Aragorn. Legolas is nigh irresistible."

Aragorn wrapped his legs around his foster brother. "No one could captivate me as you do, a'maelamin. You are the most beautiful elf in all of Elvendom."

Elladan smiled as he brushed his lips over his lover's face. "You flatter me, Estel, but I like it."

Aragorn moaned quietly, his desire awakening. "Take me, a'maelamin, claim me and make me yours."

Elladan's tongue flicked out and teased the young man's lips. "You are mine, Estel, until I decide otherwise." Elladan plundered the young man's mouth with his tongue, tasting of him.

Aragorn moaned into the kiss, arching his back against Elladan's possessive touch, his arousal hardening beneath the half-elf's undulating hips. As they broke from their kiss he groaned, breathlessly pleading with his lover. As Elladan's mouth made its way from his mouth to his chest, his breath came heavy and his heart raced within its confines. His moans became more urgent as the half-elf staked his claim to his willing flesh, delving into the concave of his stomach before moving to his swollen arousal. "Ah, gods, Elladan! Please, meleth, you are killing me," he groaned.

Elladan chuckled, his warm breath fluttering the length of Aragorn's swollen arousal. "I think you will survive, melethron. You must learn patience, meleth; we have hours in which to enjoy one another." He continued further back, lapping at the soft pouch of skin that lie beneath his arousal, then further even still, swirling his tongue around Aragorn's puckered entrance.

Aragorn cried out as Elladan's tongue breached his opening, wadding the sheets in his fists as he arched his back. He spread his legs wider, craving, wanting, needing to be filled. He groaned as Elladan replaced his tongue with his fingers, returning his mouth to his over sensitized arousal. Slow, careful preparation, fingers scissoring, stretching, exploring. He felt his release building and he began whispering words of passion and want to his lover, breathlessly pleading with him to never stop. He cried out as Elladan found his mark, arching his strong back and lifting off the bed.

Elladan smiled and relentlessly sucked and swallowed, driving Aragorn on toward climax, and swallowing the man's essence as he spilled down his throat. He leisurely cleaned him with his tongue, caressing his over heated flesh and tasting the salty essence that was uniquely Aragorn's. He purred and stroked his lover as he went about his work, his own need painfully apparent, pressing into his belly as his arousal arched upward.

He drew himself back up to his lover's face. "It is time, meleth, time for you to feel me inside you," he whispered into Aragorn's ear. "It will hurt, a'maelamin, that I cannot avoid, but I promise you, you will come to love this, to want it and crave it more than anything you could imagine." He pressed a passionate kiss to his waiting lips and whispered, "It is time for me to make you mine." He pulled a thick pillow from the head of the bed and encouraged his lover to roll himself on top of it, raising his hips off the bed.

Aragorn smiled as his lover caressed his muscled back, running his strong hands down the curve of his spine and over his buttocks. He folded his hands beneath his head and sighed, his lover's sure touch igniting his passion once again. "Gods, Elladan, you feel so good; the way you touch me…"

Elladan smiled and leaned over his lover, the ends of his silken hair teasing Aragorn's shoulders. "You still have much to learn, meleth nín, about the ways of the flesh; but you are an excellent student."

Aragorn laughed softly and whispered his reply, "How could I not be with so excellent a teacher?" He gasped quietly as Elladan nipped his shoulder, then moaned as the half-elf snaked his way down his body, tasting him, fondling him, driving him mad. He felt his arousal twitch against the soft pillow as warm droplets of oil fell upon his buttocks and he took a deep breath, willing himself to relax. "Ah!" he groaned as he felt oiled fingers slide inside him, gently twisting, opening, preparing him to be breached. He wadded the sheets in his fists as Elladan found his target, causing him to cry out and arch back against his lover's hand. He trembled as he felt the tip of his lover's arousal press against his opening and he struggled to relax his body.

Elladan crooned in his ear, "Easy, a'maelamin, this will go much better if you relax and breathe, alright?"

He nodded and took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. He cried out as he felt his lover's arousal breach his opening, pushing past the tight ring of muscle that endeavored to keep him out. His whole body shook and trembled as he felt he was being stretched beyond the breaking point. He shuddered as he felt Elladan's soothing hands upon his back and heard his soft voice in his ear, "Sssh, meleth nín, I am almost there, just a bit further." He nodded and exhaled, feeling the burning begin to subside. He gasped as he felt his lover push further in, sheathing himself to the hilt inside his untried body.

Elladan groaned; his throbbing length buried in tight, heated luxury. He stroked his lover's back and hips, waiting for him to open, for him to accept him. He felt his trembling subside and he slowly began to move within his tight heat, slowly drawing in and out, struggling to contain his own release. "By Elbereth, you feel so good, Estel, so very good." Aragorn's soft moans drifted into his ears and he gently kneaded his hips, his fingers pressing into the muscle. His movement increased as he heard his lover's moans grow louder and more plaintive, he angled his hips and drove inside, striking his mark and causing Aragorn to cry out and buck back against him. His lover's motion was almost his undoing, and he thrust forward one final time, deep inside his lover's trembling body, throwing his head back and groaning his release. He remained inside his lover for a while, stroking his back and buttocks, feeling his climax abate. He slowly withdrew from Aragorn's tight body and placed his hand against his lover's chest, raising him to his knees as his other hand slid around to Aragorn's reawakened arousal. He stroked his lover slowly at first, then increasing the pace, dropping soft kisses about his neck and shoulders as he listened to him cry out his release.

They fell to the bed and lay in one another's arms for a while, neither speaking, just holding each other.

Aragorn chuckled, "I hope I don't have to ride today, or it will be quite unpleasant."

Elladan laughed softly and pulled his lover closer. "I am sorry, meleth, but it always hurts at first. The day will come that it no longer does."

Aragorn nuzzled Elladan's neck. "It was not so bad, it was quite delicious at the end."

Elladan smiled and kissed his lover's head. "Mmm… so glad you approve, melethron. There will be more instruction later."

They drifted off to sleep for a short while before rising and finally joining the living.

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