Never Meant to Be | By : harryndraco Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Haldir quietly climbed the rope ladder into the flet where Legolas was staying, careful not to wake the Prince who had arrived from Mirkwood a week earlier. Every night during Legolas’ stay he would sneak into the bedroom and watch the object of his desire as he slept. He cursed himself for doing it, yet this was the only way he could allow his eyes to drink in Legolas’ beauty as long as he wanted without discretion. He stood beside the bed taking in the view of the prince’s naked body, covers tangled between his legs.
“Haldir.” The voice came almost as a whisper.
“Forgive me, your Highness. I was just…” the startled elf turned his attention to look at Legolas’ face, only to realize he was still asleep. He sighed, relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain his presence there.
“Haldirr…”
‘He’s dreaming of me,’ thought the Marchwarden. His heart skipped a beat at the thought. He gazed at the sleeping form of the one he loved dearly, but could never have, wondering what the prince was dreaming of.
“Mmm… that feels so good,” Legolas stirred, breathing rather loudly.
Haldir arched an eyebrow. “What feels so good?” he inquired curiously, not really expecting answer.
“Your mouth …my skin… your breath…”
The Lorien elf was shocked. He never imagined that the prince would think of him this way, even in his dreams. He told himself it would be best to just leave his beloved to his dreams, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying to find out more. “And WHERE is my mouth?”
“My neck.”
‘I never knew one could have a conversation with a sleeping elf’ he thought, and was determined to keep it going. “Perhaps there is something I could do with my hands…to make it feel even better?”
“Hold me… touch me!”
“Where?”
“Everywhere. Undress me… please.”
The Marchwarden couldn’t help but notice evidence of Legolas’ arousal rising from between his legs. He wanted to kiss him now as he slept and do all those things Legolas asked for, but he knew that if he did the prince would wake up. And he was afraid of what would happen then…
“I love you, Haldir. More than you will ever know.”
A single tear fell from the Haldir’s eye. How would he continue to hide his feelings now that he knew Legolas felt the same?
“I love you too.”
He watched with fascination as the sleeping beauty moaned and shivered with need. This was wrong, he should leave… but he couldn’t. He slipped a hand inside his leggings to caress his stiff elfhood. He trembled as his hand slid across the smooth skin.
“Ah, yes…lick it you naughty elf!”
Haldir couldn’t help but chuckle. He would never have thought Legolas’ would say something like that. Maybe the cold and aloof prince would be a more interesting lover than he’d expected. It saddened him to think he’d never find out. The blonde elf closed his eyes and tried to visualize what Legolas was dreaming of. He saw himself kneeling before his love, teasing his aching flesh with the tip of his tongue, placing light kisses all over it then licking it from base to tip. Growing impatient, he unlaced his leggings and began stroking himself ever-so-gently.
“Take me in your mouth. Swallow me.”
The Marchwarden could barely resist the urge to obey the command. He tightened his grip, milking his cock more persistently. He studied the Prince’s member; it was so flawless it could have been mistaken for an ivory sculpture. Haldir imagined wrapping his mouth around that beautiful rod, taking it deep into his throat again and again. He drank in the sounds of the increasingly heavy breath and the soft grunts Legolas made in his sleep. ‘Such adorable sounds he makes.’
“Fuck me, Haldir! Stick it in me and ride me ‘til I see stars.”
Haldir nearly saw stars himself at hearing this plea, but struggled to regain control of himself. “How do you want it, my love?”
“Hard… from behind,” was the breathless reply. “Take me now.”
The Marchwarden thought he would go insane. Here was the object of his affections, sprawled ouforefore him on a bed, begging to be taken and yet he couldn’t do it. Well he COULD, but at what price?
“Yesss…” hissed the elf on the bed.
In his mind’s eye Haldir saw the Prince of Mirkwood naked, on all fours, before him. He stroked himself faster now, imagining what it would feel like to be inside that beautiful and undoubtedly tight body.
“Harder… Faster!”
“Wouldn’t you prefer to be loved slowly at first? Gentle, unhurried strokes driving you wild with desire and only gradually increasing to the intense pounding you beg for so soon?”
“Aye, but there isn’t time… we could be caught.”
‘So could I…’ Haldir remembered that not only was he in the prince’s room uninvited, he was sitting beside his naked form pleasuring himself. Should Legolas climax in his sleep he may wake up and who knows how he’d react. But he couldn’t stop now; he’d take his chances. He watched, stroking himself frantically, as the Elven Prince writhed with pleasure, repeating the march warden’s name as if he were chanting an ancient spell. As the sleeping elf’s breathing became more and more erratic, Haldir knew the end was near… for both of them. Still, he did not expect what came next:
“Gods yes! Haldir… I’m coming…”
This was the Marchwarden’s undoing. He whispered Legolas’ name, not even realizing what had happened until he felt his own cum on his hand. As Haldir was trying, frantically, to clean himself up, Legolas cried out his release. It was as if a volcano exploded: hot, white liquid splashing everywhere. Haldir wondered how so much could come out of one elf. He breathed with relief when he realized that the Prince had not woken up, but was now laying peacefully, lips curved into a delicate smile.
“I love you, Legolas,” he whispered and turned to leave.
***
It was short after sunrise the next day that Haldir left his talan. He was going to meet up with a few other guards before heading back out to the border. His step was more leisurely than usual as he recalled last night’s event, wondering if he’d be able to see Legolas again before the prince left. As he continued to walk he heard voices further off in the distance, to his left. He turned to see two figures. One was sitting against a large tree tearing a mallorn leaf into tiny pieces. Haldir’s breath caught in his throat when the elf looked up at the other who was taking his place beside him. It was Legolas. He slowed down so he could here some of their conversation.
“Why did you rise so early, your Highness?” asked the other elf who the Marchwarden recognized as one of the elves who accompanied the Prince on his journey to Lothlorien.
“I had a disturbing dream.”
Haldir’s heart fell to the ground. Disturbing? Was the dream merely a dream and not a manifestation of Legolas’ innermost desires? Feeling utterly rejected, he walked onward much faster than before, not willing to hear the rest of the conversation.
“May I ask what the dream was about?”
The Elven Prince looked back down at the ground, fingers still tearing the leaf. “Something I have longed for since the first time I visited this place… something never meant to be.”
TBC...
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