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Otornassë Avanwa	By : pip Category: +First Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of the Silmarillion, Middle Earth or any of the characters. Everything belongs to Tolkien. I make no money from this work of fanfiction.

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Chapter Two
Around five minutes later, they were arguing heatedly. Curufin swore for the tenth time, trying to get his point across.
“It’s quiet now, but if you think I’m going to face a battle with you all off kilter because you haven’t been listening to your desires... no! I won't have it! I can’t rely on you if you intend on frustrating yourself.” He folded his arms, quite serious. “There are plenty of elves to choose from. Pick one and relieve your lust!”
A mirthless laugh from Celegorm, his eyes flashing at Curufin’s blunt talk. “What? Those Sindar? Don’t make me laugh!”
“What is wrong with them?” Curfuin asked, but he knew very well what Celegorm’s problem was. He had standards that the Sindar elves who’d come with them here did not satisfy.
“These are elves whose forebears did not have the courage to complete the great journey. They stayed huddled in the dark instead of drinking in the light of the trees. They don’t understand why we all travelled back, no matter how we explain to them. They cannot conceive of it. They have no connection to the light - not like us. And now, they see us as saviours. They’ve no pride. Little more than cattle. Do you expect me to sully myself with them? Truly?”
Curufin smirked. He felt the same way, of course, but the eloquent way Celegorm put it made him feel a sudden flare of fierce love for his older brother. It occurred to him that it was a good job they were arguing in Quenya. Most of the younger Sindar elves who came here with them wouldn’t understand much of what they said, if any of it.
“You seem to like animals well enough,” he shot back. “Anyway, you don’t have to love them. Just… use one or two of them.”
“It would debase me,” Celegorm insisted, as if that was the end of it. Curufin sighed.
“Well, then, what about the other Noldor who came with us? Could you not make do with one of them?”
“I know the taste and scent of each one of them, far better than I wish to. If I didn’t want anything more to do with them in Valinor, I certainly don’t want anything to do with them here.”
Curufin put a hand to his hair, to run his fingers through it in exasperation, but instead encountered the intricate braids Celegorm had woven for him a short time ago.
“We should have brought Glorfindel here,” Celegorm said, considering. “I would have gladly lain with him. Like Galadriel, he caught the light of Laurelin in his hair. Have you seen it? He is a living Silmaril, I swear…” Celegorm’s voice trailed off into a private fantasy, and Curufin shook his head.
“You’re going to find yourself lost in dreams like that when Morgoth’s Orcs are upon you. And me.”
Celegorm frowned, but Curufin’s patience was worn out, and he moved quickly forward, grabbing his brother’s arms. Celegorm was so surprised by Curufin's actions he did nothing, so Curufin kissed him for the second time, only drawing back when he felt resistance.
“Let me say this, then I will leave you to it. If I don’t see you with someone soon. Say, within a week, I’ll see to you myself.” He'd meant it as a threat, but the sudden heat in Celegorm's gaze disconcerted him more than he would ever admit.
“So you intend to hunt the hunter, do you?” Celegorm murmured, suddenly amused, still with that molten look in his eyes. “Be careful that you do not get hurt, moina háno.” Celegorm reached up with a hand, brushed a thumb over his lips. “I have been lenient with you, have I not?”
As he stared, Curufin had the disturbing impression that his brother had marked him as prey, like a deer or a bird he intended to bring down. For a single breathless moment he had an impression of himself being chased through the southern woods with Celegorm hot on his heels. Perhaps with Huan growling alongside him, a rush of grey in the dark shadows between the trees. Shaking himself free of that thought, he turned away, unwilling to let Celegorm's intimidation work on him.
“One week,” he warned, and then swept out of the room in a temper, hearing the chirping of the birds at the window again as Celegorm laughed lightly, amused at some private thought of his own.
Over the next week, he did not cease in his study of Celegorm's habits, and in truth he wondered if he would be able to carry out his threat. At least at the beginning, for he began to look at his brother in an entirely different way. Oh, he'd always seen Celegorm's beauty, but now he paid especial attention to the pleasing length of his limbs, the elegance of his long-fingered hands, the way his hair shone in the sun. He did not wear dark colours, and it complimented him.
Curufin watched him with his beloved hound, Huan, and the horses who came willingly, wild from the plain, to serve him. He had a way about him, an enchantment that drew the wild things close. Perhaps it was because he was, in part, as wild and fey as they were. As free as the birds. What an honour, to be taken by just such a hunter.
Every so often, Celegorm would catch him watching, and he would smile broadly and nod as if in acknowledgement – at ease. At those times, Curufin would excuse himself from company and retreat to his own room to ease himself to thoughts of having Celegorm beneath him, spread out and mastered.
By midweek, he knew he would have no such difficulty making good on his words. Indeed, by the time the week was nearly over, and Celegorm had not so much as glanced at another elf, he began to hope for it, and he willed Celegorm not to bed anyone. He willed it because in his secret heart, he wanted Celegorm for himself.
The appointed time came due, and Curufin prepared himself carefully, taking the time to bathe in sweet oils, and even to arrange his hair into the braids Celegorm like to see him wear, thinking it would add to his authority. He put on a simple silver circlet that contrasted well with his ebony locks, and wore his best clothing, brushing the velvet so that it was exquisitely soft to the touch.
The sun had sunk below the western horizon as he made his way to his brother's room in the dark. A faint light spilled from beneath the door, which meant his brother had not avoided him by sleeping in the open, as he sometimes still did. Huan was still out hunting, and might be missing for weeks. Curufin smiled, and reached for the door handle, turning it to slip stealthily into the room.
Glancing around in the flickering candlelight, he could see no sign of Celegorm, and yet the candle was still tall, recently lit. The bed was empty, and the chair. Curufin's bare feet padded over the thick rug that covered most of the cold stone floor, thinking that perhaps his brother would be at the window. He just had time to notice the alcove there was empty too before he felt the warmth of a body at his back, and the cool, sharp threat of a dagger at his throat.
“So easy,” marked Celegorm, amused. Curufin was frozen still, his heart beating so loudly he wondered if his brother could hear it. He heard Celegorm draw in a deep breath, the hand that wasn't holding the dagger creeping around to press tightly against his abdomen, making him aware of the hard body behind him. “Mmm...” Celegorm voiced his appreciation. “It is a perfect sacrifice that prepares itself.”
Recovering somewhat from the initial shock, Curufin scowled. “Take your blade away from my neck, you idiot,” he whispered harshly, meaning to move forward and force the issue: Celegorm would release him or kill him – but then he felt his brother's lips on his ear, skimming upwards lightly to the tip, and he almost staggered at the surge of lust that raced through his veins.
“Oh, I agree,” Celegorm said, his voice low. “We should get more comfortable than this. Put your hands behind your back,” he advised.
Curufin hesitated, earning himself a nibble to the tip of his ear that made him cry out, and he moved his arms hurriedly, only then realising something that he had missed before.
“Are you naked?” he blurted out, disconcerted, and Celegorm laughed as he slipped a noose knot around Curufin's wrists with his free hand, tightening the loop savagely before lowering the knife. Without saying a word, he dragged upon the makeshift lead to take Curufin to the bed, where he was secured, his arms twisted up behind him while the length of rope was anchored to the carved bed head.
Curufin found himself in a half-seated position on the bed, fully clothed, almost completely helpless. His brother was naked, and though he'd seen Celegorm naked before, his thoughts of the past week returned to him in full force, and he felt his flesh stir in excitement. A need and a wish that would not be fulfilled now that Celegorm had neutralised him. He sighed petulantly.
“All right,” he said, sullen. “You win. I will not trouble you again tonight. Let me loose.”
To his surprise, Celegorm only settled on the side of the bed, making it dip slightly in his favour, his eyes raking up and down Curufin's body, dagger still in his hand, glinting wickedly sharp in the candlelight.
“Oh, I think not, canye vaniënya. You promised to satisfy me. Or did you forget that?”
He watched as Celegorm reached out, grasping his finery and cutting through it with the dagger. His words suddenly hit home, and Curufin understood what his brother intended, struggling so that he hissed in pain as he flexed his arms.
“I do not consent!” he cried out. To his surprise, Celegorm sat back, regarding him thoughtfully.
“Oh, come now. It is unlike you to be such a bad loser between us.” He smiled slightly. “First you tease me, then you haunt my footsteps all week.” He gestured with the knife. “You wrap yourself up like a gift, only to refuse now when I won fair and square. Have a heart, brother dear.”
Curufin flushed. He had done that, hadn't he? “But I –”
His protest was cut off by Celegorm's kiss, and there was no hesitation or reluctance in him now. Dimly, through the pleasure, Curufin realised that the prior reluctance on Celegorm's part had not been fear. Rather, he had been protecting Curufin from this, because if they embarked on this course, there was no turning back. And instead of paying attention to that, like an idiot he'd flaunted himself in Celegorm's face. He also noted that his brother was a wonderful kisser, just the right amount of tongue and pressure, that same taste he had known before. Curufin kissed him back, wishing his arms were free so he could pull his brother close. So warm, so wicked, his hands on Curufin's face, tickling fingertips.
The kiss broke, leaving them both slightly breathless. As if sensing he had the advantage, Celegorm brushed his lips over Curufin's jaw, then drew back. “We can always try it your way in the morning,” he suggested casually, as if it mattered little to him one way or the other.
Curufin looked down, seeing his body stirred to hardness. His clothes were already ruined. Mentally, he shrugged. “Very well, then,” he said, smiling at Celegorm's delighted look. “But do untie me,” he whined. “You know how much I hate to be defenceless.”
“Oh!” Celegorm laughed. “And give you a chance to begin the fight anew? I know your wiles, Curufin.” He shook his head. “I think not.”
He sighed as Celegorm cut away the rest of his clothing, almost sulking. He had the idea of kicking out with his legs, but suspected his brother would only restrain him further, so did not act upon it. Besides, as his skin was uncovered, Celegorm was pausing to explore and touch him, and he did not want that to stop.
It was like the promise of all those times Celegorm had braided his hair, come to fruition. Those hands upon him, touching him everywhere. It made him burn, in truth. He moaned out loud when Celegorm toyed with his nipples, twisting them between finger and thumb, this way and that, experimenting to see what made him moan the loudest.
He shivered in lust when those careful fingers swept over sensitive skin; the underside of his arms, his ribs. Celegorm knew all the places on him that tickled, and yet now they made him flush hot with desire. It was the intent of the touch that made it so. When Celegorm teased the skin just below his stomach, he did not laugh, but whimpered, his cock so hard he thought he must explode.
When the soft leggings he wore were cut away, he begged.
“Touch me...”
Celegorm sucked an index finger into his mouth, then used the wetted digit to drag a slow path up the ridge of Curufin's cock, making him writhe in a frenzy of need, lifting his hips to get more sensation.
“Hánonya... please!”
As if in response, Celegorm’s hand suddenly cupped his balls, making him hiss and almost wrench his shoulders out of their sockets at the sense of helplessness it roused in him.
Quickly, that intimate touch was over, and Celegorm stroked the inside of his thighs with the back of his fingernails, so softly, looking deep into his eyes. Curufin tried to resist, but it was impossible, and he heard himself give a deep wanton moan as he spread his legs wide.
“See how well you behave,” Celegorm murmured, and Curufin glared at him, though he could not help the reactions of his body. His body only wanted more of the strange petting. It opened itself to Celegorm almost like a flower’s petals.
He steeled himself when Celegorm reached for oil, but his brother was as slow, careful and thorough with this as he was when braiding his hair.
Curufin moaned despite himself, the pleasure awakened by his brother’s fingers was sharp and exquisite. “I am not one of your pets,” he griped. He looked at Celegorm’s eyes, but his brother was busy watching his fingers slide easily in and out of Curufin’s body. He jiggled, to draw Celegorm’s attention to his neglected cock, but Celegorm did not stop.
“You are not,” Celegorm said, distracted. “I do not prepare to fuck them.”
He followed those ominous words by withdrawing his fingers, applying oil to himself. Curufin watched, breathless, seeing his brother hard and aroused. He crawled over Curufin’s bound and helpless form, getting his forearms under Curufin’s legs. He guided himself to breach Curufin, only to hesitate briefly on the verge of it. He looked up into Curufin’s eyes.
“Oh, moina háno,” he said. “You have no idea at all how long I’ve dreamed of this…” And then he was inside, while Curufin gasped in a mixture of shock, pain and bewilderment. He’d dreamed of it?
Suddenly all those innocent touches between them were anything but that. All the times Celegorm had braided his hair, the lazy days when they’d filled their time with wrestling and swimming and camping in the wilder places of Aman. All that time?
Because of the way he was restrained, and the way Celegorm was holding him, Curufin felt utterly dominated. His passage burned despite the preparation, and he felt overwhelmed by Celegorm in a way he would never have predicted.
“Your body feels as good as I imagined. So sweet. Oh, squeeze me, yes, just like that!” His words heralded more forceful movement, rough and hard, but Curufin could take it. He was no weakling. He grunted and let his thoughts go, bearing down as the pain turned to pleasure, groaning in abandon.
“I didn’t want you to make do with the Sindar. Not really. I wanted you all to myself!” Celegorm lifted his chin and kissed him deeply, until Curufin turned his face away.
“Ai, Valar!” he cried out, as Celegorm bit his neck. “Will you wrap your hand around me or something? I need more!”
Then he felt the heat of his brother’s palm, and his long fingers, so perfect. Their bodies bumped together hard. Celegorm was so deep now, and Curufin felt his body stretch, as if he yielded himself up as Celegorm growled in pleasure.
Curufin could feel the coiled spiral of his climax, making his body tighten and his belly twitch. He was hot and crowded. One more. Two. Again.
“Curufin!” Celegorm moaned, sounding quite vulnerable, seeing as he wasn’t the one tied up. All of Curufin’s muscles seemed to tense at once.
“Give it to me,” Curufin demanded, breathless. “Don’t you stop!”
But then he was there, and he could no longer pay attention to what Celegorm was doing, he could only ride the waves that crashed out of him, giving something deep that left him empty. Emptier still when Celegorm withdrew from him, his hard cock gone soft after release. He could feel Celegorm’s issue trickling from his body.
“Untie me,” he demanded, barely able to raise his voice above a whisper. Celegorm did so, and they rested together, wrapped around each other like lovers, like brothers. They were both of those things now, for better or worse, and Curufin did not regret.

To be continued...

Translations (Quenya):
moina háno – dear brother
canye vaniënya – my bold beauty
Hánonya – my brother

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