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Title: An unCONVENTIONal Vacation

Author: TICS

Rating: NC17

Genre: LOTR, humor, AU, Slash

Summery: Needing a diversion from life in Valinor, Elrond convinces

his friends to sail with him to a new world to experience

new things.

Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Elladan, Legolas/Aragorn,

Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Gil-galad, Legolas/Elrond,

Legolas/Glorfindel

A/N: Originally written for the Secret Santa Swap December 2004.

An unCONVENTIONal Vacation

Chapter 2

A couple of hours later, Elrond finally realized that neither of the twins had returned from below deck. Rolling his eyes, he said, "I shouldn't wonder if they've drowned themselves in the tubs."

"I'll go down and see what delays them, Lord Elrond," Legolas offered, glad for the excuse to stretch his legs. Walking a bit unsteadily, having not gotten his sea legs yet, the Prince of Mirkwood descended the narrow stairs into the belly of the ship where the sleeping and bathing quarters were located.

He met Elrohir on the way down. Still quite drunk, he at least, was reasonably clean, albeit soaking wet and completely naked.

"'Ro, I think, perhaps, it might be best if you put some clothes on before going topside," Legolas suggested, his eyes traveling the length of the Peredhil twin's sleek physique.

"Oh…I suppose Ada would pitch a fit…could you point me in the direction of our quarters?" Elrohir agreed, his surprise at his nakedness evident on his face.

Sighing, Legolas led him to the correct door, shaking his head as the inebriated Elf entered the room, promptly tripping over the pile of luggage that sat in the middle of it.

Closing the door and moving on, Legolas went into the bathing room, searching for Elladan. He found the dark haired Elf in the tub, fast asleep, his face just above the water line. Frowning, Legolas thought to himself that Elrond was nearly right - another half inch and Elladan might very well have drowned himself.

"Elladan…'Dan…wake up," Legolas said, grabbing Elladan's arm and hauling him up a little in the tub.

"Huh? Go away…I'm sleeping," Elladan muttered, trying to pull away from the fingers that held his arm up out of the warm water.

"Unless you fancy breathing water, you'd best wake up," Legolas retorted, pulling harder on the other Elf's arm. "If I let go, you'll go under."

"Let go!" Elladan muttered again, this time pulling his arm free. He immediately sank below the water line, and came up sputtering. He looked at Legolas, who grinned back at him. "You did that on purpose, Wood Elf!"

Legolas merely grinned wider, his eyes sparkling with merriment at the dripping, frowning face of the Peredhil twin.

Elladan's smooth, dark brows knitted even closer in a fierce frown, but his lips turned up in a smirk. Without warning, he grabbed hold of Legolas, hauling him over the side of the tub and into the water. The water sloshed over the sides of the tub, flooding the floor as the Prince went face down in the tub with Elladan.

Coming up immediately for air, Legolas sputtered water into Elladan's laughing face. Putting his hand on the darker Elf's forehead, he pushed Elladan back under the water, letting him up only when he was certain that Elrond's son would drown if he did not. He quickly climbed out of the tub before Elladan could regain his breath and attack him again.

"Argh! Look at me! I'm soaked to the skin, 'Dan!" Legolas cried, holding out his drenched and dripping tunic from his body. He turned from the tub, unfastening his tunic and peeling it off, discarding it on the floor of the washroom. Stripping out of his boots and leggings, completely unconcerned at his nakedness, he grabbed a towel and began drying off, muttering to himself the entire time. Bending at the waist, he towel dried his long, wheat colored hair, not hearing Elladan rise from the water himself.

"Need some help?" Elladan asked softly, coming up behind the naked Prince, taking the towel from Legolas' hands. Legolas spun around, finding his face mere inches from the handsome Peredhil's. He noticed a look of playfulness in Elladan's eyes, as well as the spark of something else…something that sent an electric jolt directly to Legolas' groin.

With great gentleness, Elladan began to towel the moisture from Legolas' body, taking care to catch each drop with the fluffy, soft towel. He slowly worked his way down the front of Legolas' body, his eyes taking in the Archer's well-muscled chest and abdomen, pausing when he reached the Prince's awakening Elfhood. Glancing up at Legolas' face, he found no indication that the Prince of Mirkwood was displeased with his attentions. He touched the towel to the quickly rising shaft before him, watching it bob at the feel of the soft material. Dropping the towel to the floor, Elladan leaned in, slowly dragging his tongue up Legolas' shaft, from the base to the tip, ending with a slight flick at the rounded head.

Legolas gasped at the feel of Elladan's soft warm tongue on his Elfhood, his hands entwining themselves in the midnight tresses of the other Elf. Taking his cue from the pressure of Legolas' hands on his head, Elladan took the head of the Prince's shaft into his mouth, his tongue running circles over the head, sucking gently. Feeling the pressure of Legolas' hands increase, he took him fully into his mouth, sucking hungrily now on the soft, velvety skin of the hardened rod.

Legolas moaned, feeling Elladan's lips encircle his Elfhood, then swallow it whole. His hips began to buck into the Peredhil's mouth, his hands still holding Elladan's head.

Elladan reached around Legolas' body, gripping his firm cheeks, kneading the soft flesh with his strong fingers as his mouth continued to devour the Prince. His own shaft was pulsing with desire, increasing by the minute as he tasted Legolas' precum on his tongue. Pulling away from Legolas, he looked up at the Prince, desire flaming in his dark, dancing eyes. "I would feel you in me, Prince of Mirkwood," he whispered.

Legolas bent at the waist, claiming Elladan's mouth in a hungry, tongue-lashing kiss. Breaking away, he walked quickly to the bath supply cabinet, grabbing a small bottle of massage oil from its shelves. Returning to Elladan, who had knelt on the floor on all fours, watching him while stroking his own member with deliberate, slow strokes, Legolas positioned himself behind the firm buttocks of the Peredhil twin.

Uncorking the bottle with his teeth, Legolas poured a liberal amount of oil on his hand. Spreading Elladan's cheeks, he sighed at the sight of the pink puckered opening hidden there, bending first to run his tongue tantalizingly over it, causing a visible shiver to run up Elladan's spine. Slowly, he inserted a well-oiled finger into the tight opening, hissing through his teeth at the feel of the silky channel that gripped it tightly. He rubbed his erection against Elladan's cheek and thigh, as he slid his finger in and out of Elladan's body, feeling the Elf respond to his touch. Soon enough, he had inserted another finger, and then a third, scissoring the ring of muscle until he felt Elladan ready to take him.

Pouring more oil directly on his Elfhood, sliding his hand up and down the shaft, lubricating it well, Legolas prodded the head of his erection against Elladan's opening, hearing the soft moan from his partner as the head breached the ring of muscle. Slowly, he slid in, inch by inch, until he was fully encased in Elladan's tight ass, fighting for control to keep from ramming him until he was adjusted to the girth filling him.

Elladan groaned, his hand working faster, his hips bucking back into Legolas as he felt the thick, hard shaft of the Prince brush against the sweet spot buried deep in his channel. "Faster, Legolas…harder, please!" he moaned.

Not needing to be told twice, Legolas rammed himself up to the hilt into Elladan again and again, his pace increasing as waves of pleasure boiled up from his sacs. "Come for me, Elladan…I am nearly through!" he groaned, gritting his teeth, trying to hold back.

With a loud cry, Elladan spilled his seed over his hand onto the bath floor, shudders running up and down his body as he climaxed.

Legolas came but a moment later as Elladan's muscles contracted around his Elfhood, milking the seed from it, his orgasm ripping a throaty cry from his lips.

They collapsed in a heap on the floor, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Sliding to one side, Legolas claimed Elladan's soft lips in another deep kiss. "You'd better get dressed," he said, "before your Ada sends someone else down, thinking you've drowned and taken me with you."

Elladan smiled, then reluctantly hauled himself from the floor, reaching a hand down to help Legolas up. Together, they picked up Elladan's dirty clothes, and Legolas' wet ones, and went in search of their rooms to get dressed.
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