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Princes Three: Any Shelter	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10324 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13
~Mirkwood 2151~
Legolas sighed with contentment, his fingers winding in the silken ebony strands that trailed across his arm. ��Tis a beautiful night.�
�It is, indeed,� Elladan agreed, turning his head to look up at the stars that twinkled through the gently swaying branches above. Pressing closer to the warm body beside him, the elder twin settled his head once more on his lover�s shoulder.
The woodland prince tightened his hold, dropping a kiss on Elladan�s hair even as he reached down to draw caressing circles on Elrohir�s bare back. The elf-knight murmured appreciatively, his breath misting warm and damp across the hard planes of the prince�s stomach.
Shivering at the pleasurable sensation, Legolas chuckled, his thoughts drawn unexpectedly into the past.
�What amuses you, �Las?� Elrohir asked, running one hand idly over the soft grey fabric of his brother�s leggings, biting back a smile as the elder twin moved restively, pushing toward the feathery touch.
�I was thinking of your long-ago visit to the Wood...our drunken escapade that ended in your piercings. �Twas a night much like this one. Starry and pleasantly cool. We spent it on a flet near the sparring field. Do you remember?�
�Aye, remember we do,� Elladan replied, a lilt of laughter in his voice. �You were in graver danger than you knew that night, anor n�n.� Lifting his head to meet a questioning blue-green gaze, he added, �You were quite intoxicated. And more than a bit enticing.�
Despite the flush that stained his cheeks, Legolas could not suppress his next words. �My memories are muddled,� he admitted, �but I recall watching you, realizing for the first time how beautiful you were together, how sensual your bond seemed.� A pause. �Why did you not approach me?�
�You were but two centuries past majority, melethen,� the elder twin began, �we feared...�
Elrohir raised his head, interrupting his brother with a wide grin. �Ai, tell the truth, t�ren,� he chuckled. �Had you not given in to reverie, �Las, our noble intentions would have no doubt fallen away. Between the wine and the piercings, we were strung as tightly as a champion�s bow. Your eyes had scarce lost focus ere he was assailing me.�
�Assailing you?� Elladan repeated in mock affront, rising to one elbow. �I find your choice of words lacking, gwanunigen. �When have I ever assailed you?�
The elf-knight did not deign to reply, one ebony eyebrow arching skyward in unspoken comment.
A wolfish smirk spread across the elder twin�s face. �Your point is noted. When have I ever assailed you without your eager compliance, then, t�ren?�
�Enough, the both of you,� Legolas broke in, with a snort of amusement. �I understand that you did not drift quietly off to dream, hmm?� His fingers moved purposefully over sensitive ears, drawing a blissful purr from each of the twins. �Tell me what I missed, melethryn.�
Elrohir bent to flick his tongue teasingly along a taut muscle before meeting the prince�s darkening eyes. �Shall we show you?�
Legolas gasped, the wet slap of the elf-knight�s tongue sending a fiery tingle through his body. �Aye,� he breathed, shifting restlessly as a warm mouth nipped at his throat while Elrohir�s nimble fingers dealt with his lacings, slipping off the loose leggings.
�Careful, �Dan,� the younger twin cautioned, his eyes twinkling. �We were allowed no markings that night, remember?�
�Why?� the golden elf groaned, one hand tangled in Elladan�s hair, holding firmly as the peredhel�s sharp teeth grazed his skin.
��Twould have been a bit difficult to explain away in the morning, do you not think?� the elder twin murmured indistinctly, intent on the vibrant bruise growing under his efforts. �Though I believe we may forgo that restriction, rohir n�n.�
�Aye, we may,� Legolas agreed breathlessly, shifting toward the mouth that hovered near his groin. �I would have my body bear evidence of this night for days to come.�
�It will,� Elrohir promised, sinking his teeth into tender flesh. A surprised yelp sounded, and the elf-knight snickered against his lover�s rapidly hardening length. �I believe we shall forgo the silence, as well,� he whispered teasingly, his lips closing over the abused skin.
Slapping his brother�s bottom lightly, Elrohir drew the elder twin�s attention to his handiwork. �Does that not resemble your souvenir from the night in question, el n�n?�
A vivid splash of red and blue graced the prince�s pale skin, just where stomach and groin met, and Elladan smiled wickedly. �Aye, it does, indeed. Though I think the marks of your teeth a bit faint still.�
Meeting Legolas� affronted glare without remorse, Elladan snuggled closer, his chest tight to the prince�s back, his breath ghosting across one flushed ear in a sensual purr. �You lay but an arm�s reach away that night, melethron, while he took me in his mouth. I wanted nothing so much as to howl my pleasure to the sky.�
�As did I,� Elrohir murmured, his lips brushing the base of his lover�s arousal. �But you stirred with every gasp, every moan...�
Legolas made no attempt to silence his own groan as the elf-knight�s mouth took him in, the swirling wetness nearly too much to bear. Caught between his lovers, the prince felt the silken slide of Elladan�s leggings over his bare skin, felt the hard heat that nestled against his buttocks. Teeth nipped gently at his throat, an insistent hand tugged at his pierced nipples, and all the while Elrohir�s tongue drew patterns of fire on his aching length.
And then the images came, whether from his own imagination or from the memories of the twins, he could not say. Dark forms writhed under a starry sky, nestled mouth to groin, fingers digging into pale flesh, each pulling the other closer, moving faster, sucking harder...
�Wait,� Legolas panted, tugging urgently at his lover�s hair. �Too soon.� Elrohir pulled away reluctantly, and was drawn up into a blistering kiss as eager hands reached for his lacings. �Let me taste you, melethron.�
As the elf-knight stood to remove his leggings, Legolas reached back to pull Elladan closer, his bottom cradled firmly against the elder twin�s groin. �I need to feel your skin,� the golden elf whispered, turning his head to capture his lover�s lips. �I would have you fill me.�
Elladan rose to his feet, his hands moving to the stretched laces, only to be batted away. �Allow me, t�ren,� Elrohir said hoarsely, dropping to his knees before his brother.
Legolas watched with heavy-lidded eyes as the elf-knight opened Elladan�s lacings, nuzzling the revealed arousal as the leggings slid to the balcony floor. Twin gazes met and held as Elrohir ran his tongue along the pulsing vein, hands moving to grasp his brother�s hips when his mouth covered the wet crown.
Elladan made no attempt at silence, and his pleasured groan seemed to resonate throughout the prince�s body, drawing an answering whimper.
Soon, melethen.

The soothing promise echoed in Legolas� thoughts and he smiled, meeting his lover�s midnight dark gaze.
Aye. Soon.
Urging Elrohir up, the elder twin caught his lips in a tender kiss, the deep affection that underpinned their lust visible in every touch, audible in every sigh as they parted, moving to envelop the golden elf between them.
Legolas shivered in anticipation as Elladan curled tight against his back and a warm mouth closed over the tip of one ear. As the prince lifted his leg, shifting it forward, a strong arm slipped under his thigh.
�Let me,� the dark elf whispered, easing the limb not forward but back, to rest over his own bent knee. ��Twill be easier thus.�
The wide spread of his legs left Legolas feeling exposed and vulnerable, but all thoughts of protest fled when Elrohir�s mouth descended on him, hot and wet. A heartfelt groan escaped, then the prince�s eyes fluttered as he felt Elladan�s fingers brush his entrance.
His head pillowed on the elf-knight�s thigh, Legolas rubbed his cheek over the soft skin, willing his body to relax as two slick fingers pressed inside, scissoring and curling aggressively, forcing the tight muscle to give. Then the fingers found their mark and he whimpered, pushing back forcibly as a wave of white-hot pleasure rushed over him. �Yes...� he gasped, �Enough, �Dan...�tis enough...please...�
Elladan swallowed dryly, the prince�s pleasured ramblings sending sharp tingles racing to his already leaking erection. Quickly spreading the pearly fluid, the dark elf pressed forward, sliding into his lover with a guttural groan.
Legolas was unable to hold back a keening cry as the thick shaft impaled him, opening him wide at the same time it filled him completely, the burn of entrance wiped away by the steady, pulsing pleasure of such complete possession. Opening his eyes once more, the prince reached eagerly for Elrohir�s arousal, which lay just out of tongue�s reach, sucking the heavy column deep into his throat without preamble.
A muffled oath escaped the elf-knight as he was drawn into the caressing warmth, his own mouth moving to nuzzle the tight sac and stretched skin under his lover�s hard length. Feeling a tremor run through the corded muscle under his hand, Elrohir dug his fingers into his brother�s thigh, his tongue extending to once more lap at the place where his lovers� bodies were joined.
Elladan shuddered as the rough wetness slid repeatedly over the base of his arousal, also stroking the tight ring that squeezed him, causing it to twitch and throb. �Elbereth, �Roh!� he gasped, thrusting deeper into the snug passage as his hips bucked reflexively, his determination to remain still broken by the incredibly erotic sensation. A satisfied chuckle echoed in his thoughts.
Elrohir pulled away with a final slurp, immediately engulfing Legolas once more, his attentions no longer gentle and teasing but insistent, dragging the woodland prince toward completion with all of his considerable skill.
Lost in both his own task and the delicious heat of the prince�s mouth, the elf-knight was only dimly aware of the hand stroking his thigh, and he opened his legs instinctively. A moment later he was moaning around the throbbing length that filled his mouth as Elladan�s slippery fingers breached his body without warning, twisting unerringly to rub and press at their target.
Legolas groaned harshly as his arousal was buffeted by the vibrations of Elrohir�s throat, pressing back into the now-rhythmic movements of his lover�s body. Ebony strands fell froward to mingle with his own tousled locks, and the elder twin�s mouth closed on his neck, nipping and suckling the tender skin beneath one ear.
Elladan panted against the sweat-damp throat, struggling to hold off his own climax as he continued to move his fingers inside his twin�s clenching sheath, mimicking the increasingly rapid thrusts of his hips.
Two can play, t�ren.
The breathless thought swirled through the elder twin�s mind a mere heartbeat before Elrohir pushed saliva-slick fingers roughly into his passage, scraping repeatedly over the sensitive mound, sending bolts of aching pleasure flying to every part of his body, and shattering his control utterly.
With a low growl Elladan buried himself deep in his lover�s body, sinking his teeth into Legolas� shoulder as he spilled with a violent shudder, the added stimulation pushing the woodland prince over the edge, as well.
Elrohir let go a muffled howl of triumph, swallowing around the pulsing shaft that filled his mouth even as he felt his own release wash over him, intensified by the whisper of his brother�s completion that still sang in his veins.
For long moments the silence of the night was broken only by harsh breathing and the faint creak and rub of the trees.

Legolas finally roused himself from his stupor, groaning in protest as he felt Elladan�s softening arousal slip from his body. �That was rather, um...intense,� the prince offered hoarsely, his throat still smarting from the force of Elrohir�s plundering. �Not that I am complaining, mind you,� he added quickly.
�Nor am I, anor n�n,� the elf-knight rasped. �But I think a nice bottle of Dorwinion is in order. Mulled, perhaps.� Sitting up slowly, he turned a questioning gaze on the elder twin. �Are you complaining, �Dan?�
�Nay, I am not complaining,� Elladan replied, wincing as he rolled into a sitting position. �But there is much of the night ahead. I think the wine should be accompanied by a hot bath, hmm, �Las?�
�Aye, el n�n. A very hot bath.�

TBC...

Elvish Translations:
anor n�n � my sun

melethen � my love

t�ren � my brother

gwanunigen � my twin

melethryn � lovers

rohir n�n � my knight

el n�n � my star
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