Posted: July 2004
Title: Silence of Night
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Type: FCS
Characters: OMC/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Beta: Riina, Ilye
Author's Notes: Cilith and Anion were brief OMC characters from my gen fic, "Without A Sound". After Maya read it, he mentioned how much he adored the brief view of Cilith, and I offered to write a small PWP starring the two OMCs for him. This is the result. :)

Summary: Cilith seeks out his heart's desire in the dead of night.

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Hidden City of Gondolin, 502 First Age

Cilith walked soundlessly through the winding halls of the common home he shared with several of the unwed warriors of Glorfindel's House. The Noldo had watched a particular younger Elf for several years, desire slowly gnawing at him the closer he became with the object of his affection.

He slipped into Anion's room, closing and latching the door quietly. Anion lay sprawled on his bed, the sheets tangled about his legs and feet. The younger Noldo wore only light sleeping trousers that hung low on his hips, and revealed the arc of his nighttime arousal. Cilith smiled, licking his lips and moving closer to the bed. Anion's sable hair was loose, fanned over the pillows, and one hand rested low on his belly. Cilith felt his shaft twitch between his legs, growing heavy with anticipation.

The bed was narrow, but could comfortably fit two bodies. Cilith knelt on the edge of the bed and carefully untwined the bedsheets, freeing Anion's legs. Anion's pewter eyes shone dimly in the moonlight, as he was lost in his reverie. Cilith leaned down and lightly kissed Anion's flat stomach, dipping his tongue into the Elf's navel. Anion moaned softly and shifted in his sleep, rolling his hips upward, seeking friction for his arousal.

Cilith crept up the length of Anion's body, holding himself just above the warm, enticing flesh of his potential bed partner. He ran the tip of his tongue over Anion's full lower lip, and then over the gentle curve of his upper lip. Anion blinked once, twice, and his eyes cleared as he woke from his dreams. "Cilith?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Hush," Cilith whispered, bringing their lips together, teasing the younger Elf's lips further with his tongue. Anion groaned, opening his mouth to the determined Elf hovering above his body. He wrapped his arms around Cilith, drawing him down to lay over him. When their bodies touched, and there was sudden pressure on his straining flesh, Anion whimpered into the kiss, his fingers curling into Cilith's back.

The elder Elf broke the kiss, panting and licking his burning lips. He gazed down at Anion, whose eyes were heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed with passion. "Do you want me to stop, Anion?"

Anion seemed to be pulled from his lustful state, realizing their position and what Cilith was in his bed for. "You can send me away, meldir, and I will think no less of you," Cilith continued softly.

Anion shook his head, holding Cilith tighter. "Nay. Stay with me, Cilith."

A becoming blush crept across Anion's face, and Cilith wondered how innocent the warrior was. "Have you ever lain with a fellow warrior, Anion?"

The younger Elf chuckled and lifted his head up slightly, kissing Cilith sweetly on his lips. "I have, though only once."

Cilith smiled wickedly. "Tell me of the experience, Anion."

"Tell you?" Anion asked, shocked.

"Aye, tell me."

Anion swallowed visibly before he began speaking. "He was older than me, more experienced than me, and I adored him. He asked me into his bed, and I eagerly offered myself to him."

Cilith shook his head. "No, Anion. *Tell* me about it."

The younger Elf seemed to realize then that Cilith was asking for explicit detail, and Anion flushed again. "He kissed me."

"Like this?" Cilith brushed their lips against each other.

"Nay, he parted my lips and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth," Anion said breathlessly.

Cilith covered Anion's mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue between Anion's lips and plundering the Elf's mouth. He tasted him deeply, and Anion writhed beneath him. Cilith pulled back and smiled. "Then what happened?"

"He touched me," Anion panted.

"Where?"

Anion's eyes were dark with desire. "My chest. He ran his hands over my chest and sides, pinched at my flesh and suckled at my breast."

The elder Noldo touched Anion, running his fingertips over the toned and supple flesh of his lover. He caressed the lightly bronzed skin, kneading and gently pinching the muscles, avoiding the sensitive nipples. Anion arched into the contact, and Cilith could not keep from tasting the young Elf's body. He took a pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking and lapping at it with his tongue. Anion cried out, running his hands into Cilith's dark hair, pressing him closer to him. Cilith was dutiful, leaving the hard nub only when it was reddened and tender from his affections.

"He ran his tongue down my body, circling and teasing the indent of my belly and squeezing my thighs, slowly spreading them and settling between my legs." Anion's voice was ragged, thick and rough, and his eyes followed Cilith's movements.

Cilith did as instructed, moving along the planes and contours of Anion's abdomen. He nipped the flesh around Anion's navel before delving into the little hole, smiling as Anion's stomach flexed and trembled. His hands massaged the tensing muscles of Anion's thighs, spreading the corded limbs and seating himself on the bed. He raked his teeth over the taut skin of Anion's hips, tasted the salty-sweetness of the Elf's flesh, the musky scent of his lover assaulting his senses.

"Lower, Cilith, he went lower..." Anion said breathlessly.

"And did what?" Cilith asked, exhaling hotly over the moist patch on Anion's trousers.

Anion cried out hoarsely. "He licked and tasted my length; he brought me to the brink of completion and then stopped."

Cilith untied the sash of Anion's trousers, slowly slipping them from the Elf's body, and chose that moment to divest himself of his clothing, then settled back between Anion's thighs. His tongue slid easily over the velvet skin of Anion's shaft; he dipped into the little slit and tasted the heated essence of his lover's desire. Anion bucked his hips, and Cilith took him into his mouth. He drew on the hard length in his mouth, suckling on the head and then sliding back down as far as he could. What flesh was not touched by his mouth was stroked by his hand.

He moved deliberately over Anion's shaft, his tempo languid and easy as he drove the younger Elf further and further to the precipice. When Anion's hands bunched the bedclothes, his back arched up from the mattress, and his thighs trembled with impending release, Cilith pulled away. Anion's erection rested heavily on his belly, dark with arousal and slick from Cilith's mouth. Anion moaned plaintively, opening his stormy eyes, pleading with Cilith not to leave him so needy.

"What happens now?" Cilith prompted, his own arousal aching to find relief. His eyes hungrily drank in the sight of his lover, spread before him. Anion was hard, flushed and panting. Cilith thought he could come undone just by watching Anion writhe and beg.

Anion blinked slowly and exhaled a long breath. "He turned me onto my hands and knees and spread me, tasted me..."

Anion blushed brightly then, and Cilith chuckled. "You are beautiful, Anion. Lovely and sweet." Cilith smiled at the Elf lovingly. "Onto your hands and knees, melethron." (lover)
Anion shifted on the bed, shyly moving into position, his legs parted and his head resting on his folded arms. Cilith reached out and gently caressed the rounded contours of Anion's backside, marveling at the smoothness, the softness of the skin. He licked his lips and parted the globes, exposing the tight opening to Anion's body.

Cilith licked a path from the top of the cleft of Anion's buttocks down to the pink opening, lapping at the entrance. Anion shuddered, the ring of muscle quivering under the pressure of Cilith's tongue. Cilith pressed forward, the supple muscle slipping into the hot channel. He pushed as deeply as he could, then withdrew only to thrust forward again. Anion whimpered and squirmed against Cilith's face, and Cilith gave a muffled moan as the passage squeezed his tongue. He was eager to feel that same tightness around his member.

Anion's voice was stifled when he spoke again. "He then asked me for salve, smeared it on himself and my entrance."

Cilith sat up, wiping his chin and cheeks. "Hand me the salve, pen-velui," he demanded, his need a scorching in his veins. The ceramic pot was heavy and cold in his hand, but he did not hesitate to remove a generous amount of the pale green substance and coat his shaft. He groaned as he touched himself, his length hot in his hand. Cilith stopped and circled Anion's damp entrance, not slipping a finger inside the opening. "And then?" he asked in a strangled voice. (lovely one)

"And then he took me."

Cilith chuckled, gripping Anion's left hip with one hand and the other holding his length. "Simply took you?"

Anion nodded. "Aye, he thrust into me."

The elder Noldo pressed the tip of his shaft to the slick opening and pushed in, carefully breaching his lover's body. Anion's passage was velvet, encasing him in tight heat and he closed his eyes to savor entering the younger Elf for the first time. He slid until his thighs touched Anion's, the quiet cries of pleasure coming from his bedmate feeding the fire in his blood. Cilith opened his eyes; Anion's back heaved as he took gulps of air, and Cilith rolled his hips, moving easily in the oiled confines of Anion's backside.

"How did he take you, Anion?" Cilith asked, holding onto Anion's hips.

"Quickly. We had very little time," Anion replied, the words unsteady, the pitch rising when Cilith thrust forward.

"Then I shall do the same, and we can take longer to enjoy each other next time." Cilith tightened his grip, his fingers digging into Anion's pale flesh. He pulled almost completely out of his lover before shoving himself back into the welcoming tightness. Anion pushed back, meeting his thrusts nearly violently, Cilith's name falling from his lips over and over.

Cilith felt his release rise, the tingling in the pit of his stomach and the twitching of his shaft. His thrusts became short, erratic, and he clutched Anion's body desperately as he buried himself to the hilt in the depths of his lover. He cried out sharply, filling Anion's passage with his seed, his ears ringing and sparkling motes dancing before his vision.

He bent over Anion's back, resting his brow against the younger Elf's shoulder, trying to catch his breath. Once his heart calmed some, he sat back up and gingerly slipped his sated sex from Anion's passage. He stared at the slightly reddened ring of muscle, watching as his seed trickled from the opening. Cilith leaned in and lapped at Anion's entrance, tasting himself, Anion and the herbal salve.

Anion gasped and trembled, and Cilith cleaned him carefully and lovingly, soothing the flesh. When he was done, he sat back. "Lay on your back, Anion. I have had enough of this game; I want to see you as you find completion at my hands." He could hear how husky his own voice had become, physical lust quenched, but his need to see Anion come while he stroked and pulled at his flesh was still sharp. Anion turned stiffly, lying on his back for Cilith. The younger Elf's arousal was thick and dark, glistening with the clear fluids of his desire.

Cilith reached out, his hand still greasy from the salve, and took hold of Anion's shaft. He stroked him firmly; Anion threw his head back and fisted the sheets again. Cilith enjoyed the sight of this beautiful dark Elf so undone by his hand. Now that his frenzied need had been seen to, he could enjoy bringing Anion to his climax.

He ran his thumb over the sticky head and was rewarded with a choked cry. Cilith chose to stop tormenting his poor lover. He moved with a furious abandon, coaxing more of the clear liquid from the slit and louder moans from his partner. Anion tensed, his shaft jerked, and Cilith hand was quickly covered in Anion's hot seed. He continued to stroke the softening flesh, relishing the almost-pained whimpers coming from Anion as the Elf came down from his pleasure high.

The elder Noldo used the bedsheet to clean his hand and wipe at Anion's belly, removing the evidence of their enjoyment. Cilith stood and reached for his legging.

"Where are you going?" Anion asked, and the distressed tone to Anion's voice made Cilith stop and look up. Tears shimmered in the younger Elf's grey eyes.

"Why do you cry, seron vell?" Cilith sat on the edge of the bed, his leggings covering his sex. He brushed a lock of the sable hair from Anion's face and kissed his lips. "Do not cry, dearest." (beloved)

Anion turned his gaze to the window, obviously fighting not to let the tears fall. "Did you come here to sate yourself with my body and now will leave?"

Realization dawned upon Cilith then; Anion thought he had come for bodily pleasure only. "Of course I am leaving, you silly Elf." He smiled as Anion glared at him. "I need a bath, as do you. We go on watch in an hour."

The tension in Anion's body drained away and he smiled brightly at the elder Elf. "Aye," he whispered.

Cilith nodded and leaned in, claiming Anion as his with a deep kiss.

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THE END

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