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~Imladris 2150 III~
Please, 'Dan, let me.
The words snaked sinuously through his mind, even as a tongue flicked teasingly against his ear.
You know you want to. Shall I tell you what I will do if our friend agrees?
The tongue was replaced by lips and teeth, nipping and suckling the tender lobe. A hand roamed lightly down his chest, lingering a moment to play with the small mithril ring that pierced his left nipple.
Just imagine it...that glorious body sprawled on our bed, hmm? Gasping in ecstasy at our touch? Caressing us with...
Caught somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a sigh of resignation, Elladan gave up on his braids for the moment and leaned back into his tormentor's embrace. He turned his head to look into the silver-grey eyes that so mirrored his own and his unbound hair, black as ink, slithered across his lover's chest.
Elrohir hissed softly at the whisper of the silken hair on his bare skin and wrapped his arms tightly around his brother's waist, nuzzling Elladan's neck, basking in the feeling of completeness that came only with touching his soul's mate. He smiled when he felt Elladan's thoughts brush his mind.
You are a wicked, wicked tease, tôren. And I would have you no other way.
Elladan sighed contentedly, then gently disengaged himself and turned to face his twin. Brushing Elrohir's lips with a chaste kiss he said, "If you do not let me finish with my hair, 'Roh, we will miss the both the feast and your opportunity."
Elrohir raised an eyebrow skeptically. "My opportunity?" he asked in disbelief, emphasizing his brother's use of the singular. "Are you suggesting there would be no pleasure for you in what I desire?"
Grinning cheekily, Elladan reached over and tugged sharply on the mithril ring that gleamed in his lover's right nipple. "Is there not always pleasure for me in what you desire?" he teased, then captured the elf-knight's mouth in a slow, searching kiss.
Elrohir waited only a moment before slipping his arms around his twin once again, pressing their bodies tightly together, letting the heat of the kiss spiral upward uncontrolled, until the blaze seemed to free-fall suddenly into his groin, causing his shaft to stir insistently. With a muffled groan, he ended the kiss, and eyed his brother ruefully.
"I thought there was need to finish your braids, tôren," Elrohir pointed out dryly, but Elladan saw that the silvery eyes had darkened with passion, mirroring the arousal that coursed through his own body.
"I have changed my mind," he purred, nipping and suckling Elrohir's neck. "I believe there is time for some quick relief." With that, he captured his lover's mouth again and slid his strong hands down to Elrohir's buttocks, kneading the muscles forcefully while pulling their hips tightly together. The elf-knight moaned with pleasure and rocked his hips forward, grinding his already aching erection against his twin's body. "Oh, yes...yes," Elladan growled low in his throat. Tangling one of his hands in his brother's nearly waist-length hair, he pulled Elrohir's head back and sucked hard on his neck, marking him with a rosy-purple bruise just above his collarbone. "Take off those hateful breeches, rohir nín, and come lie with me," he ordered silkily, unlacing his own leggings, "and I will make you scream."
Elrohir quickly complied, taking a shuddering breath when his hardened arousal was released into the cool air. He scarcely got both feet back on the floor before he was grabbed peremptorily and pinned to the bed by his lover, who immediately renewed his sensual onslaught.
Raising himself on one elbow off the body captive beneath him, Elladan aligned their weeping erections and began to stroke them with one hand as best he could, mingling the leaking fluids, slicking both hard columns in a rapidly increasing rhythm that soon had both twins gasping for breath. Stopping suddenly, he slid down and took Elrohir's pierced nipple in his mouth, suckling and tugging at the ring with his tongue, rolling the peaked left nipple between his fingers roughly.
"Oh Valar, 'Dan," Elrohir moaned, "you will undo me now!"
Elladan raised his head with a wicked grin, his lips gleaming, and purred, "That is the plan. We can still make the feast if we do not dally," then continued down his victim's body, nibbling his way to his ultimate goal.
Elrohir raised himself to watch breathlessly as Elladan trailed kisses and nibbles across his flat abdomen, onto his thighs, deliberately avoiding his turgid length. Feeling his brother's gaze, Elladan raised his head to meet the stare, and was almost undone himself by the sight.
The elf-knight was propped on his elbows, dark hair pooling on the pillows, his fair face flushed with pleasure, his silvery eyes nearly black with passion. His starlit skin shimmered with a fine sheen of moisture.
Elladan froze for a moment, overcome, then extended his tongue to ever-so-gently lap at his brother's arousal. "You are so beautiful, 'Roh," he said hoarsely, before bending once more to the task.
Elrohir was beyond coherent speech. Moans and incomprehensible pleas fell from his mouth as his twin continued to lick and nibble, and he found that his elbows would no longer support him. "Elbereth," he gasped brokenly, "finish it!"
Pushed almost beyond reason, Elladan wet his own forefinger and slid it into his brother's body, expertly finding his target at the same instant he swallowed around Elrohir's shaft and sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks.
"Oh, Valar!" was all Elrohir strangled out before he came convulsively, throwing back his head and howling "'Dan!" as he spilled himself deep inside his brother's throat.
Elladan licked the softening length tenderly before sliding up beside a still-dazed Elrohir and kissing him gently. "I promised to make you scream," he murmured into on flushed ear, nuzzling the tip with his nose.
Gathering his scattered wits, Elrohir felt a familiar hardness pressed against his thigh and smiled. "And how might I repay the favor?" he whispered, rolling onto his side to pull Elladan close. "Shall I taste you or touch you, tôren?"
"Touch me," the elder twin answered hoarsely. "I ache and I want to watch you touch me."
Elrohir captured his brother's lips in a possessive kiss, then purred "Watch then. Watch while I pleasure you." Running his hand over the muscular chest before him, Elrohir heard a growl of frustration and quickly relented. "Forgive me, 'Dan," he murmured, "I did not mean to tease." Catching Elladan's shaft in a firm grip, he began moving his hand rhythmically.
"Oh gods, 'Roh, that feels so good," Elladan moaned breathlessly, thrusting into the warm, slick hand. Looking down at the source of this pleasure, he was mesmerized by the play of pale fingers against darker skin and reached down to run his own fingers over his brother's wrist.
Elrohir tightened his grip slightly, increasing his speed, and bent his head to suckle a pointed ear, then his brother's throat, leaving behind the imprint of his teeth. "Do I please you, el nín?" he breathed hotly into the sensitized ear. "Will you come for me? I can feel it. You are so close...so very close-"
Elladan was breathing in great, shuddering gasps, his eyes dilated past seeing, his head tossing restlessly on the scattered pillows. "Oh, 'Roh...now," he panted, "Sweet Elbereth...I am going to come..."
"So let go, tôren," Elrohir purred wickedly. "Show me how much I please you."
For on brief moment, there was absolute silence, as every muscle in Elladan's body tightened, freezing him in mid-thrust. Then, with a feral, wordless growl he fell over the edge, spilling over Elrohir's frantically pumping hand. When the spurts ended and the growls dwindled to sobbing gasps, Elrohir clasped him in a tender embrace, whispering sweet words, holding on until his breathing calmed and both their hearts stopped racing. After a few moments Elrohir got up and padded to the bathing chamber, returning with a warm, wet towel which he used to wash away the leavings of their passion. This accomplished, he stretched out once more beside his brother, sighing with contentment.
"We really must get up, rohir nín, unless I am to attend the feast both unclothed and unbraided," Elladan said eventually, standing and stretching lazily before grabbing Elrohir's hand purposefully. "Up with you, sluggard!"
The younger twin groaned theatrically but allowed himself to be pulled from the bed. He struggled into his leggings and then turned to find Elladan bare before the mirror, brushing his hair languidly. Elrohir tossed the second pair of breeches at his brother with a chuckle. "Cover yourself, tôren. My control has limits, and they have already been sorely tested."
Elladan snickered, but pulled on the snug leggings and laced them before speaking. "I would not wish to exhaust you too soon, 'Roh," he drawled, pulling the elf-knight into his arms and kissing him soundly. "We have many hours to go in this day."
Elrohir arched one ebony eyebrow skyward in an unconscious imitation of Elrond, and retorted, "I mean it, 'Dan. If you do not quit, I won't be responsible for my actions, or the lateness of our arrival at table."
Elladan smirked and stepped away. Taking his brother's hand, he led the way to the window seat that overlooked one of the glorious gardens of Imladris. "Come, help me with my braids," he said with a smile," and we will talk further of your obsession with Legolas."
"I am not obsessed, 'Dan," Elrohir retorted, as he began dividing his twin's raven locks expertly, starting the four-strand side braids that were worn by warriors in Elrond's service. Though the sons of Elrond were entitled to the more intricate braiding and knots of elven royalty, both preferred the more practical warrior's style, or even a single thick plait down the back - a tradition of their mortal kin, rather than the Firstborn.
"Hold this a moment," the younger twin ordered, placing the end of a half-done braid in his brother's hand. "I need to get your beads."
Elladan obediently tightened his fingers around the hair strands, waiting as Elrohir scooped some beads from one of the two bowls sitting on their dressing table. Small ovals of intensely blue lapis lazuli seemed to glow in the elf-knight's hand. Even as Elladan watched the beads being effortlessly woven into his own braids, his attention was caught by the frosty gleam of mithril in Elrohir's locks.
As long as he could remember, ever since there had been hair on their heads to braid, the beads had been there, an easy way for others to tell the eerily identical twins apart. Lapis lazuli - blue for the crown prince, the heir to Imladris...to Vilya. Mithril for the elf-knight, the commander-to-be of the awesome Imladrian forces, the one fated to replace Glorfindel as captain someday. That these positions were different but equal in importance to the valley was a given. Even now, Glorfindel called Elrond "Lord" only by choice - and only in company.
"Elladan!"
The rare use of his given name, as well as the tone of the utterance, snapped Elladan's attention firmly back to the present. Discovering that his braids were completed, he looked sheepishly at Elrohir and said "My apologies. I was pondering the place of beads in our lives."
The younger twin glared sternly and sighed. "I understood that we would ponder the benefits of Legolas in our bed. Have you completely missed my arguments? I was most convincing, I must say."
"I'm sure the trial run will only help your case, tôren," Elladan teased, then, growing serious, he continued, "I do not wish to deny you, 'Roh. I am just not certain how well Legolas would receive our attentions. He is still young and has been quite protected. He likely has no knowledge of elven twins outside his friendship with us, and his time with us has been mostly in the wild, not in intimate surroundings. If 'Las does not understand that we share one soul in two bodies, if he equates our bond with that which he and his brothers share...well, he may be appalled by the idea."
Elrohir was shaking his head in denial before he began speaking. "He is past his first millennium, 'Dan. He is an accomplished warrior, and he has traveled extensively. I agree that Thranduil's library cannot compare to Ada's, and perhaps 'Las has not studied the mystery of twinning. But he is our friend, and has been for six centuries. He is neither blind nor stupid - he must know our bond is different from that of other siblings. If not, it is time that he did."
The elder twin looked closely at his soul's half, allowing the intensity of Elrohir's feelings and his confidence in their friend's acceptance to flow freely through the twin-bond. Struggling to mount a last doomed argument before acquiescing, he felt his brother brush his mind with a final plea.
Please, tôren, guren, el nín. Please.
Touched by the soft endearments, Elladan sighed and bowed gracefully to the inevitable. "Of course, rohir nín, if it is of such importance to you. I ask only one concession."
Elrohir grinned, delighted with his victory. "What would that be? First choice of position?"
Elladan chuckled. "That, too, of course. What I meant, 'Roh, was that I do not wish to blatantly seduce him. If you believe this move is well timed, so be it, but let us approach him honestly. He is certainly acquainted with the idea that friends may share much pleasure. In that, Mirkwood's ways are no different from those of Imladris. We will see what transpires from there."
"Agreed," Elrohir acknowledged. "I do not seek to discomfit him, either, and a few plain words may help avoid much misunderstanding." Glancing through the open arches, he exclaimed, "But right now we must dress, unless we are to appear in the Hall in leggings alone. The time for celebration approaches."
Choosing to avoid formal robes, both twins slipped instead into under-blouses and dress tunics. This style covered them to mid-thigh, but was less cumbersome than the floor length robes preferred by many for dress. Both wore the soft black leather leggings which they preferred to velvet, even for formal occasions. Elrohir chose a deep burgundy tunic with his silver-grey under-shirt, while Elladan wore royal blue under his dark-grey velvet.
Tugging on his boots, Elladan glanced in the mirror with well-deserved satisfaction. "I find us a bit more than passing fair tonight, 'Roh," he teased. "Legolas may face some competition for our favors, if he chooses to play."
Elrohir grinned in return, then caught Elladan's chin and looked at him intently. "I always find you more than passing fair, el nín," he whispered, before claiming his brother's lips in a gentle kiss.
As he pulled away reluctantly, he felt Elladan caress his thoughts.
And I you, rohir nín.
"Come," Elrohir said cheerfully. "Let us join the company."
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rohir nín - my knight
el nín - my star
tôren- my brother
guren - my heart