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Fire and Water	By : Celebdil Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Fire and Water
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Fire and Water
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Celeborn threw himself down in the long grass by Elu's side and lay, gasping and laughing - out of breath, but too shaken with mirth to calm himself.
The host of the Teleri were encamped on both sides of thet ent enormous river they had yet seen, and their scattered fires lit the flood with wavering gold, made the grass of the water-meadows glow deep emerald green against the black, star-bespattered sky. Elu's folk had waited here some time, and now the rest of the long line of travellers had finally caught up with them, and for a rare moment the whole of the Tatyar people were together in one place. It had seemed to call for a feast.
Now folk were paddling from one side of the river to the other on Now�'s reed canoes, and those who journeyed in Olw�'s company mingled with those who travelled with Lenw�. All leapt and danced together in the centre of the mead, their lithe racing shapes lit by star and torch light, the bare arms and feet of the elf-maids, the bare backs and chests of the men painted in many colours and wound around with glimmering beads, their flying hair ornamented with feathers.
In the centre of the rout Celeborn's long-sundered family danced together, and it seemed to him beyond hilarious to see the steady, dignified Elmo, the sombre Galadhon prancing and giggling like children. When Elu danced it was as though joy had taken elven shape, and he was torn between awe and raw lust, but when Galadhon danced it was just funny.
"Thirsty?" He looked away from the wheeling throng to find the king holding out a horn full of wine and watching him, with an expression of fond amusement curling the sides of his mouth, but the glint of something a little wilder behind his eyes. Elu's ochre-red tunic, which wrapped around and tied at the side, had come a little undone, and gaped. Firelight played along the ivory planes of muscle, the crescent of one nipple, half hidden by the soft, warm leather. Around the strong column of his neck he wore a necklace of crystal beads, like drops of water, and at the sight Celeborn's heart hammered with a sudden longing to lick each one away, to push Elu down onto his back, slide his hands inside that inviting tunic and spread it open, worship the man within with his mouth and body, while the whole host watched.
"You look thirsty." With his other hand the king reached over and pushed back Celeborn's hair, laying his palm against the younger elf's cheek as though checking to see how flushed he was with exertion and effort. His hand was cool and square and strong, and the touch, coming on top of that moment of fantasy, made Celeborn catch his breath with need and - reckless of onlookers - turn his head to taste the skin.
"I want to drink you," he said, and closing his eyes rubbed his face against the caress, stripping it altogether of anything paternal.
"Valar! Telp�..." Elu pulled back, looking shocked. But his chest rose and fell in a gasp of his own, and his tongue came out to moisten his lips, "Your parents... My brother..." he took a ldrindrink of birch-sap wine, but it did not seem to help him gather his scattered thoughts. "They may be watching."
"Yes," Celeborn smiled. He crawled closer, leaning as if to whisper some scandal privately into the kings ear. Carefully, his back concealing the movement from the crowd, the night's shadow and perhaps a little too much wine making all seem safe, he slid a hand beneath the tempting gape of the red tunic and stroked warm skin from chest to hip. "Good, isn't it?"
The gesture, overtly sexual, done here in public, in front of his whole, rejoicing people, made Elu's eyes widen and dilate. The flame within them blazed forth like a hot new star. Its radiance causing Celeborn's flesh to tingle and yearn toward the light like a flower, and though he knew better than to push this any further - since they had both agreed on secrecy - he felt it would take only the slightest excuse for him to throw that all aside and kiss the King of the Teleri hard and hungrily in full view of his entire nation.
It was Elu who saved them, looking aside with his hands clenched and his lower lip tucked in as though he were biting it. "Muindaerion..." he said. Great-nephew. It was a quelling title. Almost enough on its own to snuff out the erotic warmth between them. Hearing it, Celeborn knew himself rebuked. He frowned and moved away, sitting cross-legged, watching the dancers to avoid looking at Elu. Sometimes all he had to do was look and he was lost, in a dream of sliding silken hair the co of of starlit clouds, and crushing strength, and heat, and... Oh Udun! He was doing it again!
Taking the horn of wine he took a large gulp, tried to think of something else, but the strange slippery taste of birch-sap and the slight soar and dizziness of alcohol only made him think of their first kiss - pressed between Elu's big body and the tree, the warm slide of blood between them and the lightheadedness of his wound. "Ah..." he said, breathlessly, "I will go... mm... somewhere else. I'm sorry."
"Telp�." As he was rising, Elu caught his wrist with a hand that trembled slightly. His gaze was wide and vulnerable - the look of a lover, not a king. "I will come to you later." It was not his place to say 'please' or to ask for forgiveness for his bluntness, but his fingers moved caressingly against the younger elf's skin, and Celeborn smiled, understanding.
"At your command," he said, his mood soaring into joy, and went back to his father's side, bearing the touch of the King's hand like a secret jewel about his wrist.
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The music had softened and the dancing reeled into exhausted stillness. All across the lamplit meadow couples cuddled, their laughter quietly private, their voices heavy with love's sweetness, and Elu, looking aside from his brother's yawning face, was struck suddenly by a pang of envy for them, the wish that he had no secrets, that he too could lie openly beside his young lover and kiss, content in each other's arms beneath the stars.
"I should not keep you longer from your wife," he said and smiled. "A night like this seems made for passion, not politics. Let us put off talk of Lenw�'s leaving until the morrow, and keep these moments for bliss. Go to her."
"I will, by your leave," said Elmo, grinning, "And you - you should think of finding a wife yourself, rather than sit alone at these banquets, disconsolate and depressing. Even my grandson seems to have a sweetheart - I have not seen him this last hour. I dare say he is meeting a lover, though it grieves me a little that he finds me such an ogre he will not introduce her to me."
Elu breathed in and clamped down on the upsurge of a hundred ugly emotions. Guilt, yes, he did not like thus deceiving his family, but most disturbingly a dark, possessive rage at the mere possibility that Celeborn might have other admirers. He shifted on the ground as his muscles demanded that he rise, immediately, find the boy and make sure he had no thought of anyone else. "Be assured that I will not let him choose anyone unwisely," he said, with more ferocity than he had intended to show, and for a moment he knew a stab of fear that Elmo might see the jealousy for what it was.
But his younger brother laughed, "Don't be too hard on him. Surely you recall what it was like to be young and in the golden haze of your first love? He remembered, at least, that his father and I exist, and spent some time with us. It is more than I would have expected." Smoothing his long beaded jacket - rather vainly finished with extravagant fringes - he rose, and went away, turning to wave goodbye at the doorway to his tent and duck inside.
First love, thought Elu, the the smoulder of anger was quenched beneath happiness as he stood, searching the treeline for some clue to where the youth had gone. I am his first love, and the thought was sweet and heady as apple brandy, filling his stomach with warmth. He breathed in, opened his mind, quested out for the touch of his lover. Telp�?
Here, my lord, The mind touch was dreamy and drunk, full of the sensation of cool air whispering over heated skin, a scent of mallow and linden, the taste of wine and desire. Following it, the King walked swiftly through the meadow's long grass, stepping over sleeping revellers, pausing only to snag someone's abandoned flagon of mead.
Into the trees he went, casting about for a track, until he found a rowan twig wrapped around with a carefully lashed glimmer of bright hair. Thence a trail lead, under the oak's dark shadow, through thickets of holly and hawthorn where night's eternal shade was pierced by no star, and he could barely see his hand before his face. There the land sloped down, and in the dimness a stream's chatter told him he descended to a small valley, a tributary of the great Anduin. He had begun to think he had certainly lost the way, and to consider going back, when at last he stumbled blindly out of the trees into a thicket of mallow-flowers, and he was surrounded by heavy, drowsy scent. He looked up, and caught his breath, and any annoyance for the awkward journey was swallowed entirely by wonder at what he saw.
Ahead of him the stream ran shimmering beneath the flowering stars, and the linden trees swayed beneath a burden of blossom, their perfume like drifting honey. On a narrow strip of turf and daisies on the swift water's bank, to a music only he could hear, Celeborn danced with a careful, tipsy grace. His eyes were closed and his fair face tipped back to bathe in heaven's radiance. Unclothed, he was all silver, lithe and slender and alight with life. Small stars wheeled and danced about him, gold and green, and were caught glimmering in the stirred silk banner of his hair.
For a heartbeat Thingol thought of withdrawing, so private and so perfect was this little world. But instead he reached out and caught one of the floating golden lights. Up close, it proved to be a small insect, which stood on his palm a while, grooming its antennae, and then took flight to shelterthe the leaves above, making them glow. At his gasp of surprise Celeborn opened his eyes and, seeing him, smiled a slow, sweet smile of delight. "Elu."
It was a moment so delicate he feared to break it by movement, feared to say the wrong thing, to shatter the tranquility, the perfection. But at his inaction Celeborn laughed, vaulting into the stream and wading it. Water flew up, spray making silver lights among the whirl of gold. His lover, his young prince, seemed for a moment ethereal and wondrous as a son of Ulmo, as a River-child, pale shining as the sliding flood, but before he could gather his shaken wits to react, Celeborn was before him, grabbing his shoulders, pushing him back into the nearest tree. Telp�'s hands were cold, and his lips were cold and wet as he leaned up to kiss Elu's mouth. At the touch Elu shuddered violently. How could something so chill cause such sudden, devouring heat? His body acknowledged the beauty, the fantasy, in the only way it knew how, and he was instantly, desperately aflame.
He opened his mouth, thrusting his tongue between those damp, demanding lips, bringing up his hands to tangle them in the flood of silver hair and crush the kiss closer, tasting river water, and wine, and Celeborn. Long, agile fingers undid the ties of his tunic, spread it open, exposing his chest, his shoulders. The hands were warmer now, skimming beneath the fabric, stroking down over his belly, passing like faint flame over his flanks and up over the swell of his shoulders, tracing the contour of his bared arms. The kiss clung and held, deepening, as those hands combed through his hair, making it spill over his back, waking the skin there to need. Impatient, Elu pushed forward, and the caress moved to his neck. Then the fingers flexed and in one long slow movement Celeborn raked his nails over Elu's chest from collarbone to hip, hard over both nipples.
Elu broke the kiss to shout aloud, throwing his head back as the sensation transfixed him - a burst of near-pain that his desire transfigured to ecstasy. Then Celeborn stepped forward and, arching, rubbed hard against him - skin still icy. Cold water stung the scratches, making them glow, filling Elu with fire. Oh Valar! He needed...
Loosening the fisted grip he had on Telp�'s hair he swept both hands down the long, elegant back, his fingertips adoring every ridge and hollow of the spine, delighting in the springy curve, descending until he could fill them with the smooth firmness of the young man's buttocks. He dug his fingers in and crushed his lover to him. Their loins met in an arrowing shock of pleasure, bright, demanding. Oh yes, he wanted more of that.
Celeborn had bent his head, was struggling with the lacings of Elu's trousers, a little too drunk to be properly deft. Not ashamed of taking advantage of one so eager, Elu hooked his leg through the younger elf's and tripped him, sending him tumbling in among the mallow and buttercups on the shallow sloping bank of the stream. Celeborn lay, bonelessly pliant, and looked at him with eyes that shone, awaiting his will, whatever it might be, and the change from mastery to complete and total submission made him feel as though Laurelin blossomed in his blood. He blazed with ardour like the golden tree.
Dropping the unlaced tunic to the ground he stripped out of his leggings, hurled them aside. The air was cool and tingling on his flushed, burning flesh. The grass caressed him with a thousand tiny strokes as he knelt and crawled over to the sprawled body of his waiting lover. Straddling the young man's hips he pressed desire to aching desire and rocked them together, sweet, sharp flame erupting from the movement. Telp�'s lips parted in a gasp of bliss. His eyes widened and darkened, deep as Elbereth's star-sprinkled sky. "Please..."
"You're drunk," Elu said, mock scolding as he reached for the stoppered bottle he had brought with him, dropped on the springy moss while his hands were busy with better things.
"Mmn," said Celeborn, and arched up, slowly, wantonly writhing beneath Elu's weight; grinding their hips together, sliding his cheek and the silver, silken softness of his hair over the king's grazed chest. "Maybe a little." He fastened his mouth on one abraded nipple, sucking, teasing it with his tongue and teeth, and at last biting, hard enough to leave new marks. Elu cried out again, sharply, as delight went through him like a strike of lightning, burning away all but the last vestiges of his determination that this was to be romantic. He had come intending this coupling to be sweet and slow, a gesture of love, but Celeborn was making that all but impossible, as though he wanted to be taken hard and quick and painfully.
"Maybe you need to be drunk too."
This, Elu struggled to accept. There was in him a ferocity, a demanding selfishness that he feared to unleash, but which Telp� seemed to desire, matching with his own. I dare not, he thought, I would hurt him. He would turn against me, and this would be over. But the thought had its own dark heat. Suppose he did let it out, suppose he got so drunk that he could not restrain the wild, raw passion, and suppose Telp� was strong enough to take it all and welcome it...
Hands shaking, he worked the wax stopper from the bottle and downed half in one gulp, conscious of the burn of alcohol, the soar out into pulsing mellow light. Filling his mouth again, he kissed, and Celeborn drank from his lips gratefully. Oh yes!. Pushing the young man down, he poured the rest over the flat planes of his lover's stomach, the jutting tower of his need, and leaned to lick all clean, revelling in the taste of honey and skin and sex. Celeborn whimpered beneath him, thrust up into his mouth, and he stayed the movement with a hard, bruising grip on the narrow hips, went away to lap at the small pool of golden liquid that puddled in the younger elf's navel. Torn between laughter and moaning, Telp� made a strangled sound and wriggled, gasping. "It tickles!"
"Stay still."
Challenged, Celeborn laughed recklessly and pushed him away, "I'm sticky, I need to wash." He found himself with an armful of slightly clumsy but undaunted young warrior. He clutched the smooth, strong form, still slippery with water and spilled mead.
"Come back here."
"Make me," said Telp�, his eyes alight. Drawing his long legs up he bucked Elu off and surged forward towards the stream. Taken by surprise, Elu still managed to get a grip of one lean ankle, and yank, pulling the escaping youth backwards. Celeborn's arms went and he sprawled on his stomach giggling, looking abandoned and helpless. It was just enough of a distraction to make Elu forget his grip, and as he was crawling forward to kneel between the spread legs, Celeborn twisted suddenly, kicked him in the shoulder and hurled himself off the riverbank into the water.
Such insubordination Elu would not endure. Aroused more than he cared to think by the mock combat, the blow whose ache still pulsed in a dim glow of pleasure through his veins, he followed.
Valar the water was cold! The shock of it made his heart stop and then race, and light burst behind his eyes. It flowed over him like a thousand questing hands, resisted him when he strode waist deep towards his prey. But he felt hot enough to turn all to steam, something elemental stirring in him, unquenchable as the fires of the earth.
As he said he must, Celeborn was washing, lifting handfuls of water and letting it slide, glimmering, over his warm cream skin. For a moment Elu was reminded of that day when first he knew he wanted the boy. There had been a dance of stars in the sky then too - a meteor storm - but he had not acted on the desire, afraid of it. He was afraid no longer. Reaching Celeborn he took him by the shoulder and the hair, wrenched that proud head to one side and bit the long neck as hard as Celeborn had bitten him, but without the preparation. Shouting aloud, Celeborn raked his fingers down Elu's back, scratching, trying to pull him closer even as the king drove him backwards and slammed him into the earthen bank. Fumbling along the turf shelf of the river's side, he supported his weight on his arms, clenched his fists on flower-stems and long grass, and wrapped his legs around Elu's waist.
Ah, they were beautiful legs, long and muscular and warm as the water was cold. He gave back some of Telp�'s treatment and scored them with his nails, the marks standing out dark on the inner thighs as he took hold of the firm buttocks and spread them, opening his lover with his thumbs and pushing in in one long, resisted, ecstatic battle. "Oh!" he shouted, "Oh Araw! Oh Valar! Telp�! Aah!" Sheathed, the chill moving water made Telp�'s body seem painfully hot within, he was scalded, lost in an inferno of desire, his lover shuddering and pleading beneath him. Celeborn's teeth were bared, his head thrown back, and he gasped, whining with need and pain.
Pulling out, the river blazingly cold around him, Elu rammed himself back into the heat, the clench of spasming muscle. He hadn't meant it to be like this but - Eru, God Almighty! He was finished with restraint, swept away in the absolute, violent perfection of this. He thrust harder, speeding, arms locked tight in a brutal hold around Celeborn's hips, and the boy would be so bruised, so hurt...but OhGod ohGod it was so good!
"Telp�, I... Aah!" he pushed in, one final time, deep, impossibly deep, and his climax hit him like a mountain of fire erupting. Leaning down to bruise the open mouth with kisses, he rubbed once, tenderly over the little bump within his lover that gave so much pleasure, and at the touch Celeborn screamed and came hard between them, a wash of burning warmth over his belly.
All of a sudden, his legs would no longer bear him, he stumbled and pulled them both down into the flood. It seemed soothing now, pleasantly cool, washing them clean. Celeborn's arms were around him, and he rested his head against the young man's shoulder, reassured by this small, safe intimacy.
"Come on, up here," guided onto the bank, he lay - as he had wished - spent and contented with the body of his lover pressed against him, warm everywhere they touched, cold else.
"That was..." said Celeborn and trailed off into a sigh. Raising his head Elu looked, and saw the bite marks purple on the boy's throat, the bruises already forming around his hips, finger tips marked by clusters of purple prints, grazes from the stones of the riverbank red across his back. Guilt welled up in him, and he shifted to try and at least share what warmth he had, to kiss each mark softly in apology.
"I am sorry."
"Sorry?" Celebotrettretched out an arm and found Elu's discarded clothes. Opening the tunic fully, he spread it over them both and they curled together in its faint heat, comforted by each other's touch. "I liked it." He gave his king a sideways, calculating look and smiled, reopening a cut Elu did not remember inflicting on his lip. "But next time is my turn."
"Hmn," he agreed, a tiny whisper of renewed interest snaking through him at the thought. Closing his eyes, he could imagine they lay together on the narrow pallet in his tent, sleeping furs bunched unwanted at their feet, the world and its problems outside, inside only this lassitude and acceptance. Only this sensation of perfect belonging.
"I wish we could wake up together in my bed," he said drowsily, watching the purple mallow flowers nod against the flutter of gold stars, "And go out in the morning, side by side, and no one would care if I kissed you, whenever I wanted, though it be in public, because everybody knew."
Bizarrely, Celeborn, who had taken all the violence with enjoyment, flinched now, turning his head from where it lay on Elu's shoulder to hide it in the king's damp pewter hair. "You are drunk," he said, in a voice unsteady with emotion, "And wax maudlin. Even were I not your kin, I could never be anything but a secret diversion. I am no nissi to be your Queen." He turned back with a resigned smile, and snuggled a little closer. "And now I grow sentimental also. Go to sleep, my lord, my love. I will keep watch."
Gently Elu reached up and stroked his fingertips over his lover's cheek, watching the smile change from forced to true. Then he brushed his lips gently over Telp�'s wounded mouth and lay back silently. I think... I think I love you too, my silver prince. But that I shall not tell you now, lest you think it is the wine.
And tomorrow I shall not tell you, because tomorrow I will be once more the King.
He tightened his grip on Celeborn's shoulders and floated in blissful afterglow. You will have to work it out by yourself. Melethron.
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