Canines and Arachnids

Canines and Arachnids
By Mieren
Sequel to Wolven

Author’s note: I’m taking liberties wildly in this story. I’m bending standards already with the werewolves, bhis his tops everything, including elves and all behavior and situations stemming from them. Sorry to be odd, but my imagination rules my typing capabilities and so thus must you suffer along with me.

Elrond looked between the twins and Legolas firmly, a small tick going off in a muscle in his cheek. It had been centuries since he was last this angry and his temper was on the verge of sending him into another tirade. Teasoeason for his ire was avoiding his gaze at the moment. Elladan was studying the edge of his shirt with great fascination while Elrohir fiddled with his fingernails and Legolas stared unblinkingly at the ceiling with seeming interest. All three were in various stages of blushing themselves to death.

It was on Elladan that Elrond maintained his focus, his eldest child sporting a matching set of furry ears that he was entirely unable to hide from view any longer. The elf had been infected and none of the trio was very forthcoming on how it had happened.

“For the last time,” he seethed. “What happened?”

“I was infected?” Elladan tried timidly.

“I can see that much!” Elrond roared. “What were you doing when that happened?”

“Um… Legolas?” the twin said. The blond in question turned so red that it was a wonder that his skin didn’t burst into flames. In his blind rage, Elrond had missed the answer there and assumed that the question was being deferred to the Mirkwood prince.

“Well?”

“I thought we were safe,” Legolas answered timidly.

“You’re apparently not! Now what were you doing?”

Legolas turned more scarlet than before. “Elladan and Elrohir,” he said in a small voice.

Click. The epiphany made an almost audible noise in the stillness, and Elrond finally understood what had happened. For an instant, he looked ready to geld all three responsible for their coupling. He forced himself through stint of will to take a deep breath to steady his nerves, releasing it a bitdly.dly.

“Why didn’t you inform me sooner?” he asked testily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

From the round of guilty looks that earned him, he sighed again. Apparently they had planned to hide him until he’d fully altered and then teach him how to revert. He’d spotted his son from afar and had called him over to speak to him about the wisdom of being seen in public with a tail. He’d been flabbergasted when he found it wasn’t Elrohir. All three of the werewolves had been ordered to go to his study immediately so he could speak to them.

“Has anyone else been bedded by any of you?” Elrond asked tersely. “I will not have an epidemic on my hands.” All three shook their heads in the negative. “You’re all under quarantine, effective immediately. Get out.”

The three ran out of his office and disappeared gratefully into the halls. It was only some minutes after they’d gone that Elrond realized that he’d forgotten to order them to go to different rooms. He’d be sure to warn off the staff from entering any of the three’s quarters without knocking, if only for the sake of their eyes. With a much-abused sigh, he pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote to Galadriel. Maybe the sorceress had a solution.

* * *

Hearing of their quarantine, though not the full details of the events leading up to it, Arwen took it upon herself to collect a tray of food from the kitchens to take to them. Hands full, she bumped the door open with her hips and backed into the room.

“I brought you guys lunch,e sae said, setting the tray down on a desk. She fought to stifle a shriek when she turned to face the other elves. “Sweet Eru! By the Valar, I’m so sorry!” Arwen stammered. Still calling out apologies, she ran from the room, hands covering her eyes.

The trio had gone silent upon her arrival, too mortified to say anythi Fro Frozen in place from shock, they treated the elf maid to a rather frightening knot of elves, all three of them furry to some extent or another. Legolas was the first to extricate himself from the tangle, very red in the face as he made his way to the tray the twins’ sister had brought. Back to the twins, they could only see his extremely red ear tips poking up from his blond hair.

“Talk about a mood killer,” Elrohir commented, getting up as well.

“Look on the bright side,” Legolas said, rolling his eyes as he picked through the tray, settling on taking one of the sandwiches and an apple. “It was my ass up in the air, not yours.” The twins chuckled at his expense.

* * *

Out in the hall, Arwen was very slowly regaining her composure, though she was still quite red in the face when Elrond approached her at a run. He frowned.

“The kitchens told me you were here. I see I’m too late to warn you,” the elf lord sighed.

“Can we tie a bell around their necks or something?” Arwen asked, looking mortified.

“Bad idea. We’d deafen the whole city!” Elrohir called, his voice muffled by the door. Elrond’s eyebrows shot towards his hairline. He hadn’t thought that they’d be able to hear them through the stone walls or heavy oak door. *Wolves,* he reminded himself wryly. Shaking his head, he thumped one fist on the door, eliciting a pained yelp. *Ah, so they were eavesdropping.*

“What was that for?” Legolas asked.

“Knock it off in there!” Elrond bellowed.

“Don’t get your knickers in a knot. We’re getting off,” Elrohir answered.

“I don’t think that’s what he said,” Elladan said, voice barely audible. Elrond sighed, something that was fast becoming a habit.

“Are you dressed yet?” he asked irately.

“Were we supposed to be getting dressed?” Elrohir asked innocently.

“I thought we were supposed to be getting off,” Legolas answered. Giggling ensued.

“I think I’m beginning to see why Thranduil didn’t protest Legolas coming here,” Arwen muttered.

“If he thinks he’s escaping, he’s sorely mistaken. The moment these three miscreants are out of quarantine, they’re staying in Mirkwood for awhile,” Elrond growled. Louder, he called to the three elves still in the room. “The carrier hawk I sent to Galadriel returned with a reply. We’re going to Lothlórien.”

“Party at grandpa’s!” one of the twin’s cried out. The other two cheered. Elrond groaned and shook his head.

“Am I coming along?” Arwen asked.

“No,” Elrond said, sighing yet again. “Two furry children are all I can handle. There is no chance I’m going to risk you contracting this ailment as well.” He raised his voice to yell at the werewolves. “And if she does, I’ll geld all three of you!”

* * *

Glorfindel raced through the Last Homely Home. Arwen had run up to him, wide-eyed and panicking, babbling that Elrohir needed help. Due to the ungodly hour, he was the only person in the halls and managed to come upon the werewolf’s room quickly. He shoved the door open, sword drawn, looking for signs of trouble. The sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks and his jaw dropped. He averted his gaze, but it was like any horrible sight, it just seemed to draw eyes in.

Legolas and the twins were in a pile of furriness. Arwen had heard them as she passed by and was quick to torment someone with the information. Swearing to himself to get even with her later, he sheathed his sword with a muffled curse.

“Get out or join in,” Elrohir called. “Either way, don’t just stand there.”

Red faced in mortification, Glorfindel stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. He wasn’t surprised to find Arwen just a few paces from him, grinning in mirth at his expression. He glowered. She smirked.

“We’ll give them twenty minutes and then I’ll get Eor,”or,” she mouthed, knowing full well that the wolves would be able to hear her otherwise.

“You are your brothers’ sister,” Glorfindel commented wryly. A small grin found it’s way onto his face as he walked off, the elf maid falling in at his side. “So, where do I hide?”

Arwen laughed, waving him off to the shadows. Running for the seneschal’s quarters, she caused her eyes to tear up and prepared to give her carefully worded cries. Glorfindel didn’t listen to her hammed up routine, having already been on the receiving end of it once. It was fairly basic. Something’s happened, come quick, accompanied by a wavering voice and tears. Erestor followed her at a run to the room where the werewolves resided. Having been in the bath, he was dripping wet and clad only in a towel, sword in one hand and towel edges gripped in the other to keep the cloth in place.

Shouldering his way into the room, he came skidding to a halt much as Glorfindel had. Arwen was surprised when Glorfindel proved that he was simply evil, the blond balrog slayer running forward and pulling his towel away, running back out and slamming the door shut. The enormous blond latched onto the handle and held it shut as it rattled from the other side, loud cursing floating through to them. Arwen broke down in peals of laughter.

Erestor leaned against the door, keeping his sword between himself and the approaching werewolves. They had expected Arwen to send someone to crash in on them again and highly suspected that it would be the raven-haired advisor, but they had not expected him to be delivered wet and naked. Legolas and Elrohir approached him immediately. A little conscientious of his altered appearance, Elladan stayed away for the advisor’s piece of mind. Erestor waved his sword at them indicating that he wouldn’t tolerate them much longer. Legolas rolled his eyes.

“Is that a no?” Legolas asked. He raised one finger to his lips to tell the older elf to be quiet and waved him by. Confused, Erestor did as told, moving away from the door.

“We’d love the opportunity, but we’re fairly sure we’re contagious at the moment,” Elrohir said softly. “Even if you are a prick, we wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Then what are you doing?” Erestor asked.

Legolas smirked and showed him. Grabbing the doorknob, he yanked the door open and slammed it shut in rapid succession. Still holding onto the door, Glorfindel was pulled forward and crashed into the slamming door. The archer opened the door again, taking the blond warrior off guard. So much for the legends of grace among elves. Between himself and Elrohir they managed to disarm, pin and strip the balrog slayer.

Confused but curious, Erestor watched the two wolves drag the struggling elf to a closet and stuff him in it. He didn’t realize his own peril until they turned on him and stuffed him, still naked, into the small cramped space with his friend. A thud of a chair being crammed under the handle held a note of finality to it.

“Nice job getting them here,” Legolas told Arwen. Indignant cries sounded from within the closet as the two swordsmen realized that they had been trapped. A prank upon a prank, and they’d blindly fallen victim to both.

Sighing in irritation, the two swordsmen settled in to wait out the night. Hopefully Elrond would find them in the morning.

* * *

The entire situation was nothing short of pathetic. Erestor and Glorfindel were two trained warriors and the they were. Stuck in a closet, naked no less. And all because the twins and Mirkwood prince had decided to make sport of them for unknown reasons. Lured by Arwen’s false cries of alarm, they had been lead directly into waiting hands. Evil hands. Hands that stripped them to the buff and stuffed them into the nearest closet.

“I’d take them over my knee and deliver them a much deserved spanking if I didn’t fear they’d enjoy it too much,” Erestor commented. Glorfindel barked out a laugh.

“I sometimes wonder about your mindset that you’d even think of such things,” the balroayerayer returned, sounding vastly amused. He glanced spuriously in his companion’s direction even though he would be unable to see him in the darkened closet. He smirked. “I can’t believe that Arwen managed to lure you from a bath.”

“She’s very convincing,” Erestor laughed. “I do worry that Elroill ill not take kindly to her charging into my bath chambers.”

“Don’t worry, she’s seen worse,” Glorfindel said. “I happen to know for a fact that she’s walked in on Legolas and the twins.”

“I wouldn’t be too certain of how badly she’s going to be scarred.”

Glorfindel arched one eyebrow. “What do you mean?” He could all but hear Erestor blush.

“Why else would someone take a bath at this hour?” he asked in a tense voice. The blond took a moment to register the remark and laughed hysterically.

“She walked in on you while you were…”

“Taking matters into hand,” Erestor confirmed. The balrog slayer laughed harder. “Oh come on, it’s not that funny.”

“Yes, it is,” Glorfindel chortled. Oh, but how he would tease his friend over the next few centuries over the matter. Erestor sighed, accepting his fate.

“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve lain with a maiden,” he grumbled.

“You have a long line of suitors. I see no reason for celibacy,” Glorfindel returned.

“I have a long line of *male* suitors. I’m simply not interested,” Erestor said stiffly. Glorfindel snorted. “What?”

“Have you ever even lain with a male?”

“No!” Erestor said, aghast.

“Then how would you know that you’re not interested?”

“What kind of harebrained question is that? They’re men! End of discussion.”

Snorting again, Glorfindel fell silent as ordered. In the darkness, Erestor missed the predatory gleam that flared in his eyes.

In the cramped quarters of the closet they were confined in, they were sitting side by side with little to no room to maneuver, thighs brushing. Glorfindel snaked his hand over to Erestor and grasped the advisor’s member, amused to find that it was already half hard from their discussion. The raven-haired elf started in surprise.

“What are you doing?” he asked, stunned. “Remove your hand from my person!”

“No,” Glorfindel returned lazily, pumping the organ in gri grip.

Erestor tried to glare but the look was lost in the darkness. Growling, he swatted the hand away, not surprised when it returned immediately. Miffed, he gave up and folded his arms across his chest. If his friend was that eager to give him a hand job, who was he to complain?

Glorfindel was pleased at how quickly the advisor had surrendered to him. He leaned closer, wrapping his free arm around Erestor’s waist and tugging the raven elf into his lap. Stunned that the blond would do such a thing, he didn’t respond in time to prevent himself from straddling the other elf’s lap, legs spread askew and back pressed to the blonde’s chest. He flailed his formerly folded arms, not quite sure what to do with them. Glorfindel nuzzled his jaw, pressing a kiss to the soft skin. Combined with the feeling of an erection pressed to his rump, it was just too much.

“Desist!” he ordered. Glorfindel chuckled and nipped at the tip of his ear. “I am no plaything to be handled in such a manner. Cease at once!”

In response, the balrog slayer swept the hand at his waist up to his nipples, swirling his fingers around the hardening nubs. He flicked his tongue across a sensitive ear tip. He had deflowered many an innocent maiden and was accustomed to such initial hesitations. Moving his mouth to the base of Erestor’s jaw, he took a patch of skin into his mouth and sucked hard, forming a livid hickey. The action almost earned him an elbow to his ribs, but sensing the movement, he caught the offending limb before it impacted. Ceasing his ministrations for a moment, he gathered Erestor’s wrists in one hand and held him captive while he proceeded to ravish the pinned elf. The trapped advisor began to struggle in earnest.

“You cannot be serious!” he pleaded. “Release me!”

“Have I caused you any displeasure thus far?” Glorfindel asked him.

Erestor shifted against him, uncertain. Glorfindel pounced on his hesitation, dropping his arms and moving his hand to the advisor’s hip, curling his fingers under the elf’s thigh and lifting him up. Understanding his intent, the raven elf cried out and tried to leap away, but was unable to because of the grip on his dick.

Glorfindel raised his knees, pulling the advisor back to him, sliding him into position and nudging his entrance with his cock. Slicked with pre-come, he slipped the head into the struggling raven-haired elf. He was unable to proceed much further with Erestor fighting the intrusion. It was atypical for an elf as they were such delicately structured beings, but he was huge, both in girth and length. Without cooperation, he wouldn’t be able to sheathe himself without using force and Erestor didn’t seem to be working with him.

“Daro. Saes daro,” he pleaded. *Stop. Please stop.*

“Relax,” Glorfindel breathed into his ear. “You have my word that you will enjoy this.” He pumped the trembling advisor’s erection when it flagged in his fear.

Not waiting for his acceptance, the blond pulled hiwn fwn forcefully, angling for the sweet spot inside his unwilling lover. Erestor cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pulling his head to the side, Glorfindel claimed his mouth, coaxing his tongue into the other elf’s mouth and tangling it with his lover’s. He felt a little bad that he hadn’t taken the time to prepare the reluctant advisor.

Erestor felt violated. He was in pain and the reborn elf was taking liberties that he had no right to take. The penetration made him feel painfully full and he shifted, trying to make the feeling go away. The unspeakable insult of being taken like a woman was almost too much to bear. That he had allowed the invasion made it worse. Tears welled in his eyes at his body’s betrayal.

Sensing that his partner wasn’t happy, Glorfindel stopped his ministrations and wrapped his arms around the trembling form in his lap. He cradled him against his chest, holding very still while the penetrated advisor adjusted to his girth.

“It’s okay,” he soothed. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying yourself.” Erestor shook his head silently in dismissal. “Or in lying with another male. Legolas and the twins are together and no one thinks anything of it.”

“We were calling them degenerate perverts only this morning,” Erestor said softly.

“That’s because they were on the dining room table making foul use of the silverware,” Glorfindel said.

“And a linen closet is any better?”

“Infinitely. We’re out of view and we’re not using spoons in a manner that will give me screaming nightmares for a month.” Erestor hesitantly nodded and he continued. “There’s no harm in finding pleasure at the hands of a friend. Relax and enjoy. I swear to you I’ll have you screaming my name in ecstasy.”

He punctuated themisemise with a string of kisses across Erestor’s jaw and down his throat, paying special care at the junction of neck and shoulder when thealedaled elf gasped. He pinched one dusky nipple, rolling it to a peak. His other hand slipped back down to Erestor’s length, gripping the flagging erection and pumping it masterfully to full mast. After he was sure that the advisor was aroused and enjoying himself, he rocked his hips, careful to control the angle of his thrust.

Guilt of the act finally abated, Erestor had to admit to himself that he was enjoying the exploit they were engaged in. The first thrust sent a wave of liquid heat through him and he cried out, amazed at himself when he realized that he thrust his hips back to meet the blond. The feelings racing through him were very intense and he couldn’t quite believe that they were induced by another man. He tried to repress the sensations and he shuddered with the effort.

“Don’t fight it,” Glorfindel whispered. He sucked the tip of a pointed ear into his mouth and sucked on it tantalizingly.

Erestor realized that the situation was grossly one sided and tried to remedy the mistake, curling his hands behind him to run his hands across Glorfindel, but the angle he was situated at prevented him from reaching the balrog slayer. The blond caught his hands and pushed them away.

“Don’t,” he breathed.

“But this is hardly fair to you,” Erestor protested.

“Not at all. I prefer my partners submissive,” Glorfindel said, nipping at his .
.

Still uncertain, Erestor lowered his arms, allowing the swordsman to ravish him. He found himself the recipient of another hickey directly opposite to the first he’d received, ensuring that no matter where his head was angled that the marks would be visible. No part of his body was safe from the roving hands of the blond. Skin was caressed and pinched mercilessly as he was thrust into and he leaned back into Glorfindel with a wanton groan.

With a final few thrusts, Erestor lost his composure and vio violently into the blonde’s hand, shouting his name as he did so and shivering almost convulsively in the aftermath. Glorfindel followed him a heartbeat later, letting loose a feral growl as he climaxed into the advisor’s depths. They remained motionless for a few moments, still too caught up in the rapture of their combined release to move. Erestor finally broke the silence.

“I’m too exhausted to move,” he muttered.

“So stay where you are,” Glorfindel responded, giving a mock thrust with his now lax length. Erestor chuckled.

“You don’t mind?”

“I’d be absolutely delighted if you slept where you lie,” the blond answered.

“I think I may do just that,” Erestor said.

Still joined intimately, the two relaxed against the confines of their imprisonment and eventually dozed off.

To Be Continued…
I promised there would be a second story. This one just may be a little slower in the coming. Thought you’d like the first bit of it. R&R!