Part Forty-Three

Legolas smiled as Elladan cried out beneath him. He ground the elf lord into the bed, ravaging him mercilessly. The room smelled of the sandalwood oil with which he had anointed himself and Elladan to ease his passage, mixed with the sharp scent of their shared lust.

"Haldir…" Legolas whispered between gasps.

Haldir smiled and kissed him roughly. His teeth tugged at Legolas' full lower lip, his tongue swirled hotly over his own. The Prince's heart knocked wildly against his ribs. He felt light-headed. It was good, so good. He was going to explode from it, and soon.

Elladan was helpless beneath him, face down into the pillow, moaning into it. Haldir's fist was buried between the son of Elrond's legs, stroking him, teasing him. Legolas reached out to take Haldir in his own hand. He felt the elf of the Galadhrim's flesh leap to his touch. Haldir threw his silver-blond head back and moaned.

"I want you, Legolas," he gasped as Legolas' hand slipped away.

"Then take me… as soon as I finish with Elladan."

"Haldir!" Elladan cried sharply.

Legolas twisted his hips and Elladan gasped. "Haldir?"

"Please… please do not stop…"

"Elladan, you talk too much," Haldir said in a bored tone, and Legolas smirked as he saw that Haldir had indeed stopped touching Elladan. "Perhaps we should put your mouth to a better use."

The thought of Elladan taking Haldir in his mouth sent Legolas over the edge. He reached his pinnacle, his whole body pulsing. He clung to Elladan, riding out every last pulse of pleasure even as Haldir changed his position on the bed. Legolas rolled over onto his back, panting, staring up at Haldir with adoration.

"Please," Elladan begged again. "One of you, either of you… grant me release. The chains prevent me from doing it on my own."

"Did they not, we would still not permit you to do it on your own," Haldir said, raising a dark eyebrow. "If you want to find your own pleasure, you must earn it. Open your mouth for me. I know you must be skilled at this sport."

"You are a bastard, Haldir," Elladan whispered, thrashing on the bed.

Legolas brought the flat of his hand down on the curve of Elladan's well-used behind. "Hold still, Elladan, and do as you are told. If you insult Haldir I will see to it that you stay chained in this room for years to come."

"He is teaching you to be a bastard as well, I see," Elladan grumbled. Legolas spanked him again, amused by the hiss of breath that Elladan emitted.

Haldir thrust himself between the son of Elrond's lips. Slowly he moved his hips back and forth to ease the way for the chained elf. Legolas rolled onto his side to watch, unable to resist darting his hand forward to stroke Haldir's taut rear and muscled thighs as he made Elladan swallow his length.

"Will you love me that way, Haldir?" Legolas whispered. "Will you take me into your mouth?"

"Whenever you wish, my Prince… whenever you wish."

Legolas watched Haldir's face as he found his satisfaction. He tilted his blond head back, closed his icy blue eyes, his full lips twisting with his pleasure, his face and pointed ears flushing pink, his big hands fisting the silk sheets of the bed. He cried out. He whispered Legolas' name. Legolas flung himself onto his knees and kissed him roughly on the mouth, unable to hold back any longer.

Slowly Haldir pulled back from Elladan, who groaned and licked his lips. When the kiss broke, Haldir lowered himself to the bed and lay down, still breathing heavily.

"So you do have a talent, Elladan," he said.

"I want to taste Haldir on your lips," Legolas whispered. He bent his head, his long golden hair trailing over Elladan's chest, and kissed the son of Elrond. His tongue slid deeply into Elladan's mouth, and he shivered as the salty taste of Haldir permeated him. A curl of jealousy unwound within him and as he lifted his eyes to meet Haldir's, the elf of the Galadhrim smiled knowingly.

"Will you love me that way, Legolas?" Haldir said, repeating the Prince's words. There was no mockery intended, only a gentle teasing. "Will you take me into your mouth?"

Legolas grinned at him, lifting himself away from Elladan. "Whenever you wish," he replied.

"Will one of you please take me into your mouth?" Elladan begged. "My lord, my Prince, I am aching."

Haldir raised an eyebrow. "He grows desperate, if he is conferring titles upon me," he said.

"A little desperation might be good for him," Legolas said slowly.

He looked down at Elladan, whose grey eyes were wide and pleading. His dark hair was tangled, disheveled. His breathing came roughly, his skin was pink, shiny. Legolas found himself stirring again slightly.

"I… I need…" Elladan whispered.

"Elladan's punishment is yours to choose, Legolas," Haldir said softly. "Shall I grant him what he begs for so prettily? Shall you?"

"Actually, I am rather in need of a bath," Legolas said. He got up from the bed and stretched, then strode over to his wardrobe to find a loose robe. He usually preferred leggings and tunics but his dress robes came in handy for a short walk down the hallway. He did not wish to be seen naked in the hallways. "Will you join me in the bathing chamber, Haldir?"

"Certainly," Haldir said, grinning at him as it dawned on the elf of Lórien what Legolas meant to do. He stood up and Legolas watched as Haldir slipped on his leggings. It was such a shame to cover up that magnificent body, even for just a few minutes, the Prince thought.

"Wait…" said Elladan. "You do not mean to leave me here."

"I told you, I do not have the keys," Legolas said, smiling slightly.

"At least grant me some satisfaction." Elladan pleaded.

"Perhaps later," Legolas said. He moved to Haldir's side, slipped an arm around his waist and propelled him out of the room.

"No!" Elladan cried. Legolas glanced back at the frustrated elf, who strained against his cuffs, his aching flesh clearly visible, a painful tower of lust. "Legolas! Haldir! Please! Please, I beg you, I will do anything..."

"Be glad I do not leave the door open," Legolas said as he and Haldir left the room and stepped into the empty hallway, shutting Elladan's cries into the bedroom. Legolas sighed and leaned against Haldir, looking up into his icy blue eyes. "Do you think me cruel?"

"I think you just," Haldir said. "It will do Elladan no harm to suffer for a while. It is right that he should be punished by his own lust."

"I pity him," Legolas said softly. Together they began to traverse the corridor.