Posted: August 2004
Title: Sparkling Jewels
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Type: FCS
Characters: Ereinion/??
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: Fimbrethiel

Summary: Ereinion spends a passionate night with his lover.

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The golden Elf arched beneath the King, mewing softly. "He will part us," he whispered.

"No one will part us," the dark Elf replied. "I am King, after all."

"Aye," the golden one moaned, thrusting up into the warmth of the King's mouth. "My King..."

Ereinion swallowed the younger Elf's flesh fervently, feeling the shaft swell with release. When his lover's length twitched between his lips, he pulled away, allowing the golden Elf's cock to slip from his mouth.

"No!" the younger one cried, sobbing as he rolled his hips up. "Please, melethen," he begged, his jewel-like eyes filling with tears of frustration.

Ereinion smiled wickedly at his lover, his own arousal incessantly throbbing between his legs as he watched the golden Elf writhe on the bed. He took hold of the salve beside the bed, easily within reach on a small table. "Tell me what you want, pen-neth," he said huskily as he rubbed the lubricant on his sex. "I want to hear you ask for it, meleth." As he spoke, his grey eyes darkened and he focused intently on the young warrior desperate for his touch.

Pink lips parted, as did creamy thighs. "I want you to take me. I want to feel you stretch me, fill me until I think I shall burst. I want you to touch me, my King, and make me scream your name as you draw my release from me."

With every breathless, quiet word, Ereinion thrust into his own hand. He wanted to bury himself in the young body, to lose himself in the tight velvet of his lover's passage. "Lift your knees," he commanded, ever the King -- even in his own bed.

His bedmate drew his knees up, exposing that tiny, tender area to Ereinion's hungry eyes. He moved forward, pressing himself to the well-used opening. The King knew the golden Elf's backside was well-used because it had been Ereinion who had been the Elf's first, and only, lover. And the dark Elf made good use of his warrior. He slid easily into the passage, his groan harmonizing with the golden Elf below him as he thrust forward until he was deeply embedded in the warrior's backside.

"You feel so good," he murmured to his lover, who whimpered and pushed back, silently begging Ereinion to continue. "Tight and hot -- no matter how many times I take you, you always feel as if you were made for me, meleth."

They moved slowly. Ereinion loved to take his warrior hard, while the Elf was on his hands and knees and crying loudly like a cat in heat. But, tonight, he wanted to take his time, drawing almost completely from that clinging, clenching channel and then thrusting back into his Elf just as languidly. He would close his eyes and savor the texture, the quivering of the muscles as he set an unhurried pace. If his lover wanted to be filled until he pleaded for it to end, Ereinion would happily oblige him.

It did not take long before the golden Elf was squirming, begging for more force, for stronger movements, but Ereinion ignored those requests. He kept his lover's hands pinned to the mattress, enjoying the drawn out thrusting, reveling in the tears of need that slid down flushed, plump cheeks.

"You wanted me to fill you until you thought you might burst... Do you feel as if you shall burst, pen-neth?" he asked, nipping at the bruised, kiss-swollen lips. "Tell me and I will ease your sweet suffering," Ereinion prodded when the Elf could only whimper and mewl at him.

Glistening crystal-clear eyes glared up at him. His warrior was arrogant, but even the most proud warrior could be brought to his knees when kept on the edge of pleasure. His golden one was no different. Though the Elf stared up defiantly, still meeting him thrust for thrust, the delicious lips parted and the words spilled out, fanning Ereinion's desire.

"Aye, my Lord!" he cried, his legs coming to wrap around Ereinion's waist, drawing the dark Elf further into his luscious body, and causing the King to moan deep in his throat. "Please, Ereinion, *please*! I will burst if you do not end this!"

Ereinion gazed into the sparkling eyes, moving faster between those trembling thighs. He released one of his lover's hands, and bringing his slender fingers between them to wrap around his golden Elf's straining, weeping flesh. His lover yelped with the sudden contact, dark lashes hiding the gem eyes from Ereinion. He stroked in time with his thrusts, no longer wanting to drag out their coupling. The dark Elf pierced the golden one repeatedly, deeply, until the warrior threw his head back and screamed Ereinion's name.

As the King's hand was coated with his lover's fluid, Ereinion bent and bit into the exposed throat. His own release raced through his blood, his seed spilling into the quivering passage. "I will always love you," he whispered into the pointed ear.

His lover turned his head, bringing their lips together in a heated kiss. "And I will always love you, my Lord."

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He stared at the golden Elf, trying to hide his pain as the group mounted their horses. "You were right," he said sadly. "He would part us."

"Ereinion," the warrior whispered, kissing him one last time. As their tongues touched, Ereinion could feel all the desperation and love, sorrow and need his lover felt. When they parted, the jewel eyes spilled tears down pale, hollow cheeks -- such a contrast from their long ago nights of careless passion. They had shared only somber, loving moments since the decree that his golden lover would be leaving. "I will not forget you."

The King watched the gold Elf mount his ride, his back tall and straight. With a shout from the head of the column, the entourage rode out of Lindon, his lover's golden hair shining in the morning sun until Ereinion was certain the color would be forever burned in his memory.

"Goodbye, Thranduil," he whispered to no one in particular before walking back to the palace and his lonely, cold rooms.

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THE END

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