Boromir halted his horse and slowly eased his sword from its scabbard. It slid free with a soft metallic hiss, the only sound save for the snort from one of the two horses standing docile in the woods ahead of him. The horses were not tethered nor hobbled that he could see and this worried him. Where had their riders gone? Thrown? Or worse, attacked by orcs and their bodies left to lie? Boromir would take precaution.
He dismounted silently and stepped over the leaf-covered earth. He approached the horses and discovered that they bore the packs and blankets of the elves. That explained why the horses remained here so obediently. Their riders were of the Fair Folk.
Boromir had encountered few elves on his travels outside of Minas Tirith. The few whom he had come across had impressed him with their beauty and serenity. He would not mind passing the remainder of his trip in the company of such companions.
If only he could find them.
Intrigued, Boromir scanned the trees for signs of the elves. Unfortunately, he knew the earth would not mark their passing. If the wood would not reveal them, Boromir would have to find them on his own.
He chose a direction at whim and crept forward, being as quiet as possible, but conscious of how much noise he was making nonetheless. When he had begun to think he had chosen the wrong path, he heard noises ahead. They were the muffled sounds of struggle. He moved forward more swiflty.
The trees thinned abruptly and Boromir was forced to find cover behind a large bush. The sounds were louder, voices raised. Boromir peered through the leaves of the bush behind which he hid.
The site assailed him. He saw two elves, surely two of the fairest of their kind, engaged in struggle within the small clearing. Their golden hair swayed and tangled about their shoulders as their lithe bodies grappled for dominance. They seemed well-matched, though one appeared to be slighter than the other. The taller one grabbed a handful of the other's pale hair and yanked back, exposing the other's face. Boromir gasped. He was beautiful.
"Come, Legolas, you are no sport at all," the taller one chided. He bent and to Boromir's amazement, ran a tongue up the length of the other's bared throat.
The slighter elf called Legolas shuddered and renewed his struggles, tearing his hair free. He cast his hand up in a blow, catching the taller elf across the mouth. "Nay, Haldir, you seek sport from me which I do not wish to provide. You push too far."
The one named Haldir touched the blood that slid from the corner of his mouth. A dangerous sneer twisted his lips that set the hairs rising on the back of Boromir's neck. "You would draw blood from me already? But we've only just begun, dear cousin. You are anxious, I see."
Legolas' head snapped back with the force of the slap Haldir gave him. Legolas continued to fight as Haldir slapped him again. But this time Legolas swayed, his head dropping slightly. Haldir was quick to take advantage. He grabbed the other elf by the hair again and threw him forcefully to the ground, following him down.
Boromir found himself stunned by the scene before him. He had never seen elves fight amongst themselves. And watching the elf Haldir straddle his opponant, Boromir was beginning to think there might even be something sexual about this. By the Gods, he had never considered such a thing. He shifted behind the bush, his breeches growing unexpectedly tight of a sudden as Haldir grabbed Legolas by the throat and held him to the ground.
"Do you not yet realize that your resistance only serves to excite me more?" Haldir taunted, leaning out of Legolas' reach as the other tried to strike him. He rolled his hips, bringing the elves' bodies into alignment. Legolas suddenly stilled, panting. Haldir leaned over him. "Ah, but even your submission has its charms."
"Do not do this," Legolas panted, his hair lying in disarray around his pink-flushed face. Boromir did not think he had seen anything more beautiful. "The time before was a mistake. We both know it to be true. Do not compound a poor decision this way, Haldir. I beg of you."
Haldir shook his head, the glory of his silver hair sliding across his shoulders. "But you see, I remember it differently. I remember that you enjoyed it." His free hand caressed Legolas' face. "I would have you enjoy it again, though you may resist it at first."
He leaned back then, still keeping his grip on Legolas' throat, and reached for a sack Boromir had not seen lying upon the dirt beside him. The small sack seemed to distress Legolas, for he thrashed anew beneath Haldir. Boromir felt his throat go dry, watching the fair elf buck beneath the other. Surely Legolas must realize he was only making the situation worse for himself? His struggles were arousing Haldir. Even from the distance separating them, Boromir could see the evidence rising within the elf's leggings.
Boromir set his sword aside. He knew he would not have need of it for a while, at least. With only the barest twinges of shame, he undid the ties of his breeches and released his straining sex into his palm. He sighed briefly, relieved. Then sighed for a different reason as he began a slow pace upon himself while he watched Haldir reach into the sack.
"Please!" Legolas gasped as Haldir pulled his clenched fist from the sack. "Not again. Please."
"You beg so prettily," Haldir murmured, tightening his grip around Legolas' throat. He leaned forward. "But I would prefer to hear you beg for something else. Mayhap for me to impale you with my flesh, hmm?"
Boromir bit back a groan at the elf's words. His hand moved faster upon his flesh as he watched Haldir hold whatever was in his palm over Legolas' nose and mouth. Legolas gave a muffled cry and tried to twist away, but Haldir followed him, his cupped hand held firmly over Legolas' face. To Boromir's amazement, Legolas's struggles began to wane. The hands that had been fisted in Haldir's tunic loosened.
"That's it," Haldir breathed, barely loud enough for Boromir to hear. The elf's face hovered close to Legolas', as if reading signs in his eyes. "Breathe deeply, dear cousin. Do not fight it. You know you cannot resist. Let it take you. Feel how good it is. Breathe, my lovely."
Legolas groaned, the sound muffled beneath the hand covering his mouth. Boromir could see his eyelids fluttering as though he fought the pull of a drug. Which perhaps was exactly what he was doing. Boromir narrowed his eyes, watching more closely. He knew the elves were trained in the ways of herbs of which Men would never be privy. Did they know too, the ways of aphrodisiacs?
His suspicions were confirmed as the hands that had previously tried to push Haldir away, tightened and pulled him closer. Haldir chuckled, sliding his cupped hand from Legolas' face. "Welcome back," the taller elf said softly.
Legolas' response was a moan, his lips parted to allow a pink tongue to dart out anxiously. "Haldir," he whispered.
"What is it you want?" the elf asked in amused expectation. The way he sat back upon Legolas made Boromir suspect that the larger elf was not unfamiliar with this particular technique of "wooing" his partners.
"I want--I need--"
"Yes?"
Legolas seemed unable to think clearly. No doubt an effect of the drug Haldir had used upon him. His slender hands clenched in frustration upon Haldir's tunic. "I ache," he finally managed desperately. "Please..."
Haldir stilled. "Tell me how you ache," he purred.
A red flush broke out across Legolas' cheekbones. "It burns..."
Boromir shuddered. How he wished he could throw Haldir aside and possess Legolas himself. The fair elf was too intoxicating as he lie helpless with desire. Haldir apparently decided the same, for he leaned forward and seized Legolas' lips in a possessive kiss. Boromir's cock grew harder as he watched the elf ravishing the other with his mouth.
Legolas' moans made Boromir's hand work faster upon his shaft. He watched, transfixed as Haldir continued to kiss him roughly, with no hint of tenderness. But Legolas did not protest. Nay, he seemed to be enjoying it. The slender elf's hips tilted upwards, forcing contact with the body above him. Haldir pulled away with a wet sound.
"You wish to feel me in you, don't you?" Haldir said roughly, releasing his hold on Legolas' neck to cup the other's face.
"Yes," Legolas moaned softly, arching beneath him.
Haldir traced his lips with his thumbs. "You wish to feel the heat of my desire pushed deep into your body. You wish me to conquer you, don't you, fair Legolas? To drive your body deep into the earth with the power of my thrusts."
Boromir tasted blood on his lips and realized he had bitten his tongue.
"Ai, Gods, yes!" Legolas cried helplessly.
Haldir pushed his thumb into Legolas' mouth. "Show me how much you want it," he said huskily.
Legolas shut his eyes and began to suck on Haldir's thumb. Boromir could see the elf's tongue slid out along the digit, running hungrily up its length then drawing it deeper between his lips. Haldir watched Legolas from beneath hooded eyes. His breaths came faster. Boromir watched as Haldir lifted slightly, his free hand moving between them. Legolas let out a throaty moan as Haldir wrapped his hand around the slighter elf's prominant erection. As he began to stroke the straining flesh, Legolas sucked harder, wetly. Boromir had to shut his eyes for a moment to regain control over his raging body.
"Suck me," Haldir muttered, tightening his grip to make Legolas cry out softly around his finger. "Show me how hard you would make me before I would pierce your body, Legolas."
"Gods," Boromir choked, unable to keep silent. He would feel sorry for Legolas if the sight of Haldir dominating him weren't so arousing. He had never guessed the icy Elves held so much passion. Need consumed the man to see the elves together, wrapped in intimate embrace. To watch them pleasuring each other for his own enjoyment
Boromir dropped his hand from his aching erection and took a deep breath. His body was trembling as he crouched behind the bush. He would do well to slow himself down before he spent himself prematurely. Gripping his knee with whitened fingers, he continued to peer through the foliage at the two elves he had stumbled upon.
Haldir had pulled his thumb from Legolas' mouth and now slid it in a wet arc across the other elf's cheek. "I think that this time I would draw out your pleasure," Haldir murmured. He released Legolas' hardened cock and was rewarded with a pained cry. Haldir pressed a finger across the trembling lips. "Save your breath, Legolas. You will have much need of it by the time I give you your satisfaction."
Legolas' blue eyes were bright like the hottest part of a flame. "Do not tease me, Haldir. You know that when I am like this it is nothing less than torture for me."
Haldir smiled, a wicked smile that brought up Boromir's lips as well. "Is torture such a bad thing?" he purred. He bent down and brushed his lips across Legolas' open mouth. "Even when it feels so exquisite? Even when it fills me with desire that burns hotter than Anar?" He kissed Legolas briefly, his tongue sliding visibly between their two mouths. "You act upon my blood more potently than any drug I could use upon *you*. I find that I am caught with a terrible need to possess you."
Legolas arched beneath him in frustration. "Then take me, by the Gods! Ai, but your words do nothing to sate this ache in my loins."
Haldir laughed thickly, drawing back. "Ah, but I *will* take you. Do not fear. I will take you so thoroughly you will remember the feel of me for many days hence." His fingers played with the ties on Legolas' tunic. "But first, let me play with you awhile." His voice lowered. "Let me see how hotly I can make you burn."
Legolas groaned in obvious misery. Haldir was far too adept at this game, Boromir decided with sympathy. But his sympathy was swiflty replaced with anticipation as the larger elf loosened the ties on Legolas' tunic and impatiently pushed it up. Legolas stripped himself of the garment and lay in pained expectation as Haldir looked down upon him.
Boromir took himself in hand again as Haldir's fingers dragged up the pale, smooth chest. The pink ripeness of Legolas' nipples stood out enticingly from his firm chest. Legolas gasped as Haldir took one and rolled the hardened nub between his fingertips.
"You are sensitive," Haldir commented, his eyes engrossed with what he was doing. "You enjoy it when I pinch you thus." Legolas clutched at the earth with clawed fingers. "But I would prefer to taste you, I think." Ignoring, or perhaps encouraged by Legolas' hitched breath, Haldir bent his head and flicked the very tip of his tongue against the pebbled nipple.
Legolas bit his lip, his hands coming up to fist in Haldir's hair. "Yes," he urged, his lower body twisting restlessly as Haldir's tongue flicked teasingly back and forth. "Lick me harder," he gasped, tugging upon the fair hair. "Let me feel your tongue."
Boromir had to stop again. By the Gods, he groaned inwardly. This was too arousing by far. Sweat sheened his forehead. He mopped distractedly at it with the back of his sleeve as he watched the point of Haldir's tongue circle round and round the dusky aureole of Legolas' nipple.
Legolas raised his hips up, blindly seeking contact. His head drove back into the soil, his mouth open to emit gasping breaths. Haldir teased and flicked his nipple until it stood out like a ripe berry from Legolas' chest. Then Haldir kissed a path across his breastbone and began to taunt Legolas' other nipple.
"Curse you, but you know I like this too much," Legolas panted, shutting his eyes. "You know too much of what pleases me. 'Tis hardly fair."
"This has nothing to do with matters of fairness," Haldir replied, his words muffled against Legolas' skin. He delicately bit the very tip of the nipple before him. Legolas arched. "This is about the pursuit of pleasure, dear cousin. Yours and mine. Mayhap I will make this good enough that I will no longer need to 'coax' you the next time, eh?"
Legolas opened his eyes and looked down upon Haldir's bent head. "Mayhap you should leave off of drugging me and see how I respond without it."
Haldir laughed then, the sound unexpectedly bright to Boromir's ears. "Something tells me that its influences are already beginning to wear off." He grinned slyly at Legolas. "But that is all right. Keeping you on the edge of its power will make for more interesting sport, I think. Resistance holds an allure of its own, after all."
Boromir could see Legolas' jaws clench at the words. The man had to smile. Haldir was right. His elven companion was undeniably appealing when he resisted. Legolas burned with a fire intriguingly at odds with his delicate, almost ethereal appearance. It offered a challenge that could not be refused.
Haldir dropped his head and bit down suddenly. Legolas cried out. "Do not forget that it is I who will give you your release," Haldir warned darkly. He climbed up Legolas' body until he was lying full length upon the smaller elf. With a knee, he pushed Legolas' legs apart and settled himself between them. Bracketing Legolas' head between his hands, Haldir rolled his hips against the other elf. Legolas' lips parted. Haldir did it again, dragging their erections together, watching Legolas' face as he did so. A becoming flush spread across Legolas' cheeks. He closed his eyes.
"Nay," Haldir objected, holding still. He waited until Legolas dragged his eyes open. "I would watch you as your passion builds."
Legolas colored further, but did as he was told. He held the other elf's gaze with near desperation as Haldir continued to rub their hips together. Boromir could see a shudder pass through Legolas as Haldir pumped against him. The elf bit his lip, but did not break eye contact.
"That's good," Haldir breathed, placing a light kiss upon the corner of Legolas' mouth. "Keep feeling it, fair cousin. Imagine how good it will feel when your body takes me inside. When I am hard and thick within you, pushed so deep you cannot draw breathe." He ground his hips harder. "Oh, yes. Imagine it, dear Legolas. Imagine what it will feel like to be at my mercy, my cock stroking your pleasure over and over again."
A trembling whimper escaped Legolas' lips. Boromir nearly exploded at the sound. The man had to sit back on his heels, so much desire coursing through his body that his legs lacked the strength to hold him.
Haldir's lips had found Legolas' throat and now nibbled there, as though sampling a sweet delicacy. Legolas gripped the other elf's shoulders as lips and tongue explored the vulnerable length of his neck. Haldir's hips continued to roll slowly against him, the pace unhurried, teasing. Legolas' eyes finally closed as the wet length of Haldir's tongue lapped at the hollow of his throat like a cat discovering a pool of honey.
"Oh, Gods," Legolas moaned as the wet tongue lapped and swirled. "Haldir, please!"
"Mmm, but you taste sweet," Haldir whispered huskily, laving the racing pulse. "I would like to play a game with you, fair cousin. Would you care to play?"
"No!" Legolas choked out, obviously dreading the nature of Haldir's proposed game.
"You're playing it nonetheless," Haldir told him with a quiet chuckle. He raised his head to meet Legolas' eyes. "I would like to lick you, Legolas. Twelve times."
Boromir arched an eyebrow.
"Within those twelve licks, I expect you to come for me," Haldir continued, both his eyes and voice dark as a storm cloud. "If you don't come, the punishment will be severe." He paused, as if waiting for a question, but Legolas was silent, staring at him warily. "I will make it a bit easier for you, dear cousin. You may choose where I lick you. Here"--he ran his tongue over the curve where Legolas' neck met his shoulders--"or here." He ground his hips down.
Legolas responded with a throaty affirmative. Boromir shook his head in amazement. Who could have guessed that such lechery existed within the race of elves? Boromir had thought such carnal excess was the sole domain of men. He was thrilled to discover how very wrong he was.
"I see you have a definite preference," Haldir mocked as Legolas' hips pushed against him.
Legolas' hand caught Haldir by the hair as the larger elf started to kiss his collarbone. "N-nay, I will not...play this," Legolas ground out with obvious effort. He spoke the words as though they were drawn from the bottom of a very deep well.
Haldir pulled free. "I see it wears off even more. But no matter. I will have you screaming by the time it fades completely. By then it will no longer matter whether you submitted willingly or not. I will have you begging for my touch."
So saying, he began to kiss his way down Legolas' body, pausing to lave each nipple in shining wetness before continuing down. Legolas' hand caught at his shoulders, but instead of pulling at the other elf, he held Haldir as the elf's tongue darted into his navel. Short, panting breaths issued from between Legolas' lips. Haldir pushed two fingers beneath the waistband of Legolas' leggings and slowly dragged them down.
Boromir found himself leaning forward, straining for a glimpse of Legolas' sex. When he finally saw the glistening shaft of pale flesh, he felt his own member pulse in response. Legolas was beautiful. Boromir was seized with a manic urge to swallow that stiff column of flesh and feel it press against the back of his throat. He tried to imagine what Legolas would taste like and found his mouth watering uncontrollably. Boromir was at once painfully, irritatingly jealous of Haldir as the elf pressed his lips to the shining tip of Legolas' cock.
"Ai!" Legolas cried out, pushing his hips up. Haldir leaned away, keeping himself out of reach. He grabbed Legolas by the hips and forcibly held him down.
"None of that," he chided.
As though performing an obscene show, Haldir held his mouth open above the very tip of Legolas' erection. His tongue came out and swirled around the smooth head. Legolas visibly trembled. Another swirl of the tongue and Haldir had Legolas panting and whispering uncontrollably to himself.
"What is it that you're saying?" Haldir asked with a small smile. His tongue darted out, slipping into the slit at the top of the straining flesh. "Hmmm, Legolas? Are you praying, mayhap? Praying for me to stop?"
"No!" Legolas cried desperately, enough of the drug remaining in his system to make him frantic with need. "Do not stop, Haldir. I beg of you."
Haldir sealed his lips over the slick head, his cheeks bulging as his tongue swirled within. Legolas shuddered and bucked, fistfuls of grass tearing free in his hands. Haldir released him with a fond lick. His lips were moist. "Ah, then you are praying for me to continue. You like this game, then?"
"Nay, I...hate this. I hate you," Legolas bit out. His face was wet with the strain of his prolonged arousal. A note of surrender crept into his voice. "But you have me at your mercy. I pray that you will end it quickly, for you are slowly killing me."
Haldir's eyes blazed. "Twelve licks, Legolas. That is all I will give you to end this." He bent his head. "Starting with this one."
He opened his mouth and extended his tongue, flattening it. He placed the very tip of it against the head of Legolas' erection then slid it slowly down the underside of the pulsing shaft. With maddening leisure, he ran his tongue all the way to the base, then back up again until his tongue curled away. Legolas' hips lifted, straining after the contact.
"That's one."
Haldir placed his tongue against the smooth head of Legolas' cock and swirled around it as he had done previously. But this time he continued downwards, sliding his tongue wetly underneath and around, swirling against the swollen flesh until he returned to the top again, where he circled the sensitive tip once more before pulling away.
"Oh, Gods!" Legolas moaned, his hips straining beneath the hands holding him down. "Do not tease. Do not tease me thus!"
"That's two," Haldir said and even Boromir hated him at that moment.
Holding himself away from the trembling body beneath him, Haldir made his tongue into a point and began to flick back and forth along the underside of Legolas' cock as though plucking a bow with his tongue. Down he went, flicking back and forth with pained precision, only to rise up again the same way. Haldir lingered at the head, plucking at the lip with his tongue.
"Three," Haldir said, smiling at the trembling elf before him. "And here is four."
Haldir swallowed him. Legolas nearly screamed. His hips flew up despite the hands that tried to restrain him. Haldir took him all the way into his throat, his lips sealing hotly around the sensitized flesh. Boromir gasped, his hand convulsing around his own cock. Boromir began to stroke himself furiously, knowing Legolas would not last to number twelve.
Five was a downstroke all the way to the base, Haldir's throat working as he sought to swallow Legolas. Six was up again, Haldir breaking away momentarily to dart his tongue into the slit. Back down for seven, this time with Haldir's hand between Legolas' wide-stretched thighs. Boromir could see Haldir's fingers moving in the shadows between Legolas' legs and could only imagine what the elf was doing to him. By the rising moans that tore from Legolas' lips, it was pleasurable indeed.
Licks eight and nine were more deep swallows as Haldir's hand moved rapidly between Legolas' thighs. Boromir shuddered, felt his body tighten unmercifully. Legolas would not last long. And neither would Boromir. The man stifled a groan. He bit down on his fist as his seed shot out across the leaves. He watched through heavy lids as Haldir tightened his lips and sucked Legolas demandingly into his mouth. Up and down, swift and hard. Legolas screamed, his back arching off the ground. Haldir held him down with both hands as the elf convulsed in his mouth. Unmercifully, Haldir continued to suckle on him, drawing every last drop of release until Legolas was whispering for him to stop.
Haldir pulled away with a last lingering lick of the tip, a smug smile upon his face. He moved up Legolas' body until he was lying over him again and stroked damp strands of golden hair from Legolas' cheeks.
"You win that game," he murmured affectionately, touching Legolas' quivering mouth. "But we will play another while you yet yearn for my touch."
"No," Legolas moaned in a strained voice, trying to twist away. But Haldir's hand found his exhausted flesh and began to stroke it. Legolas whimpered in rising passion and distress. Boromir could not believe it, but the drug still worked upon the elf, bringing his flesh to aching hardness once again.
"Shall we play another game?" Haldir asked, eyeing his handiwork with satisfaction.
Legolas turned his head away, face flushed with passion. Admiring the elf, Boromir realized that this was not, in fact, the end.
It was simply the beginning.
Legolas was stiff again, his face taut with need and frustration. He turned his face away when Haldir tried to kiss him. Haldir pulled back, smiling. Leaning with his arms on either side of Legolas' head, Haldir shook his head in mock remonstrance.
"Don't tell me it has faded already. You have overcome it so much more swiftly than the last time," he teased, stroking the other elf's hair.
Legolas turned to face him. "Mayhap I have developed a tolerance," he replied angrily.
Haldir laughed at something he saw in the other elf's expression. "Mayhap you enjoy being helpless too much, eh?"
Legolas twisted beneath him, trying to dislodge the other elf. Haldir merely caught him by the shoulders and pushed him down. "I think we both know what is truly happening here, do we not?" Unfazed by Legolas' silence, Haldir traced the curve of the elf's lip with his finger. "You like this much better when I can assuage your guilt for you." He replaced his finger with his lips and gave Legolas a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Do not worry, fair cousin. I can free you from your guilt. I have no qualms about doing what I must to help you to enjoy this. If that involves drugging you, then that is what I will do."
"Nay," Legolas hissed, jerking his head aside.
Haldir ignored him and reached for the sack again. Boromir decided he must somehow get his hands on its contents before this day was over. He wondered if the elven aphrodisiac would work as well on other races. Then again, he realized he may not need the assistance after all. Strange goings-on were occurring within his recently depleted sex as he watched Haldir bring his cupped hand to Legolas' face.
"Just a little more," Haldir murmured with a smirk, "to ease your conscience."
Legolas' protest was muffled by the hand pressed over his nose and mouth. He turned away, but Haldir's hand followed, allowing no escape. Above Haldir's palm, the blue eyes rolled back. Legolas' lashes fluttered as he groaned softly. Haldir watched him avidly, licking his lips as Legolas inhaled more of the aphrodisiac.
"If only you could see how delightedly wanton you look as it overcomes you," the larger elf whispered. "Breathe deeply. Let yourself be at peace with what you desire, Legolas. It will not hurt you."
He pulled his hand away slowly, watching for reaction. The rosy flush of arousal broke across Legolas' skin. Satisfied with what he saw, Haldir slid sideways off of the slighter elf, draping one leg between the naked thighs. His knee brushed the globes drawn tightly beneath Legolas' arousal.
"Haldir," Legolas sighed, reaching up a hand to take hold of the other elf's shoulder. "I have had enough of games. Pleasure me. I beg of you. I cannot take this any longer."
Haldir looked at him with smug amusement. "Oh, I will pleasure you, dear cousin. Have no fear of that." He pulled up his knee to lightly brush the erect flesh. Legolas shivered, his hand tightening. "However, do not try to convince me of how much you can take. I know better." Haldir dropped his lips to the other elf's ear, his words a mere whisper to Boromir's straining senses. "I know you intimately. I know exactly how far I may push you." Disregarding Legolas' groan, Haldir continued, "Rest assured, I plan to wield that knowledge to bring you to absolute supplication. This will not end easily. Not by far."
"Bastard," Legolas muttered, but to Boromir's ears it was a weak curse with little heat behind it. The man was beginning to think that Haldir's lofty words were true: Legolas *did* want this, however much he might need convincing of it. The thought was scintillating. Boromir could think of many ways in which he could assist in such a task.
But for now the duty lay with Haldir alone, who obviously savored the responsibility. "I could do everything that you want me to," he was saying. "But that would end this far too quickly. Let us do what I would find pleasurable, hmmm? Mayhap you will find enjoyment in it, too. Knowing you as I do, my wanton cousin, I think you will."
"You make me out to be a whore," Legolas snapped, jerking his ear from its contact with Haldir's lips.
Haldir captured the other elf's face with his hand, turning him so their lips hovered by a hairsbreadth. "You *are* a whore, my lovely Legolas. You are *my* whore, who will do anything I want you to. You would lick me if I wanted it. Suck me. You would take me into your body a hundred times if I but asked."
Legolas' eyes flashed with a fire that stole Boromir's breath. "Make me," he whispered hotly.
Haldir only smiled. "I intend to." He reached down and placed Legolas' hand over the bulge in his leggings, urging the elf to stroke him. "What shall I do with you I wonder?"
Boromir could see Legolas fighting not to answer him. But his hand, on Haldir's groin, moved more insistently. Haldir's eyes shuttered at the sensation.
"What if I fill you completely?" Haldir mused aloud. He pretended not to notice Legolas' sudden gasp of yearning. "Fill every orifice of your body with my flesh. Would you like that?"
"You know too well that I would," Legolas sighed. "Ease this ache, Haldir. I can feel your need as well. Make us both content."
"So I shall."
Without warning, Haldir stood. Looking down upon the recumbant elf, Haldir slowly stripped off his blue embroidered tunic. Legolas watched him with unconcealed hunger. Indeed, Boromir himself was rapt. Haldir was a magnificent elf, fuller through the chest than Legolas, but with the same deceptively delicate skin and pallor. Smirking slightly, Haldir pushed down his leggings. His shaft jutted out boldly.
Legolas made an inarticulate sound and at once Haldir was upon him, pinning Legolas to the earth with knees on either side of his head. Haldir leaned forward and cupped Legolas by the back of the head, lifting him. "Pleasure me," he whispered. He guided his erection forward and slid it between Legolas' lips.
Boromir groaned as he watched the thick length of flesh disappear into Legolas' mouth. Haldir flexed his hips, pushing himself impossibly deep down the other elf's throat. He gave a soft sigh. After moment, he pulled back, allowing Legolas a breath, then pumped forward again, establishing a slow rhythm. Haldir's shaft grew shiny with moisture as it slipped in and out of Legolas' tightened lips. The larger elf dropped his head and shut his eyes in obvious pleasure.
Behind his concealment, Boromir found himself unconsciously mimicking Haldir's movements. Though he'd just spent himself only moments ago, Boromir was hard again. He grasped himself tightly and stared at the scene before him. He imagined himself in Haldir's place with *his* flesh thrusting in and out of Legolas' mouth. Boromir's moan of pleasure was drowned out by Haldir's as the elf grasped Legolas more firmly by the head and thrust faster.
With a dexterity Boromir envied, Haldir leaned back and found the other elf's erection. Haldir grinned as he began to stroke Legolas. The muffled moans that came from Legolas only widened his grin. Fingers crept up Haldir's hips, urging him to thrust faster. Haldir did, increasing the pace of his strokes on Legolas as well. Soon, Legolas was arching beneath the other elf, trapped between giving pleasure and receiving it.
Haldir abruptly released his hold on the other elf's erection. He pulled out of Legolas' mouth and smiled at the dazed blue eyes that blinked up at him.
"What is wrong?" Legolas asked weakly, catching his breath.
Haldir studied him a moment, still smiling. "As much as I would love to find my release between your delectable lips, I have other plans." So saying, he pushed off of Legolas and sat back on his heels. His erection rose from between his thighs as an intimidating challenge. "Sit upon me, Legolas."
Legolas rose up, eyeing the other elf with unease.
"Come," Haldir coaxed, patting his thighs. "'Tis what you want, is it not? To be impaled upon me?" He stroked himself idly, watching the other elf's reaction. "I have much to offer you, my fair one. Let me lay claim to that lovely body of yours. We have both waited long enough."
"But to sit upon you?" Legolas blushed. "I'd hoped you would take me upon the ground."
Haldir was enjoying his discomfort far too much, Boromir saw. The larger elf chuckled. "But I told you, this was about *my* pleasure. I wish to have you in this way. If you wish an end to the fire burning in your loins, you will do as I say."
Stubborness momentarily darkened Legolas' face. However, the aphrodisiac in his blood was apparently too strong for him to resist. Hesitantly, he crawled up to Haldir and placed his hands upon the other elf's shoulders. Haldir pulled away.
"Nay," he said with a sly smile, "turn around and sit upon me."
Legolas frowned, but even from a distance, Boromir could see the passionate trembling in his body. Saying nothing, Legolas shifted around so that his back was to Haldir. Haldir's hands settled upon the slender elf's waist. "Move back," he instructed.
Legolas slid his legs to either side of Haldir's and moved backwards until his buttocks hovered over the tip of Haldir's straining flesh. The sight transfixed Boromir. His hand stilled as he waited in anticipation of what would come next.
"Do not be shy," Haldir teased softly, running fingers down Legolas' quivering spine. "Take me into you."
Legolas bit his lip, his fair face red with arousal and embarrassment. Slowly, he lowered himself until Haldir's erection pressed against him. Taking an audible breath, he eased himself down. Boromir could see the moment when Haldir breached Legolas' defenses. Legolas's face tightened, sweat breaking out upon his brow. He slid down further, taking Haldir inch by excruciating inch. Boromir forgot to breathe as he watched Legolas slowly sheathe the firm rod within his body. All three of them groaned with relief when Legolas at last sat fully upon Haldir's lap.
Legolas bent his head, breathing heavily. The fall of his golden hair hid his face, but the strain evident in his body spoke volumes. Haldir ran soothing hands down the other elf's back. He gave a quick thrust upwards and was rewarded with Legolas' moan of pleasure.
Haldir bent forward and kissed the elf's spine. "Find your pleasure, Legolas. I will leave it up to you."
Legolas lifted himself, letting the flesh impaling him slide almost completely free. Then he dropped back down, Haldir's swollen member disappearing into his body. "
Gods," Legolas moaned, throwing back his head. He braced his hands upon the front of his thighs. Up and down he moved, riding the stiff erection that impaled his body. He began to move faster. Beneath him, Haldir's face was tight with concentation and desire. His hands gripped the slighter elf's hips, guilding and encouraging.
Boromir felt the familiar tightness gathering low in his body. His fist flew swifly over his flesh, matching Legolas' rhythm. His desire to possess the elf had become like a fever in his body. He shook with the force of it.
Legolas swiveled his hips slightly, tearing a soft cry from his lips. He did it again and this time Haldir was the one to make the sound. The larger elf's eyes were half-lidded with lust, watching the point where he entered Legolas' body.
"You are too much," he rasped. Surprising Legolas and Boromir both, he grabbed Legolas by the hips and held him down against Haldir's lap. Legolas whimpered and struggled to move, but Haldir held him firmly.
"Do not do this," Legolas begged frantically, grabbing at the hands that held him immobile. Haldir must have pulsed within him, for he suddenly gasped, shuddering. "You cannot stop this now. You cannot."
Though he shook with the force of his own arousal, Haldir would not allow the other elf to move. "Nay, I am not stopping this," he ground out. "I am only introducing a new element into our pleasure."
When Legolas looked back over his shoulder, confused, Haldir smiled deviously. "Come and join us," Haldir called out, turning to the bush that concealed Boromir. "I think it is time you stopped watching us and joined in our fun..."
To be continued...