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The Teacher	By : pip Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Oropher/Elrond, Thranduil/Elrond, Legolas/Elrond, Elrond/ Celebrían, Elrond/OFC
Warnings: Slash, het, graphic sex, bdsm, D/s, bondage, canonical character death
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the elves within or middle earth. They belong to Tolkien, and I am just borrowing them for a short while. I make no money from this.
Summary: A fanciful, smutty take on what Elrond's story might have been through the ages.

Author's Note: There wasn't any sex in the last chapter. Hopefully I make up for that here.

Chapter Nineteen

III 140

In the morning they slept late, their night having been rather full, and so it wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Elrond opened his eyes and found himself with his arms full of Legolas.

For the moment, he was still in reverie, and Elrond took the opportunity to really study the Prince's face. "You are wicked, Oropherion," he murmured quietly. He let one finger lazily trace the delicate cheekbones and the pale pink lips. "You sent him here knowing that I would fall in love with him, did you not?" There was no answer, not here in this bed or in the letter, but he knew.

"What shall I teach you today?" he mused, and then noted the quickening of awareness in Legolas' blue eyes. Elrond let his hand drop to the youth's shoulder and smiled.

"Are you rested?" Legolas asked immediately, stretching in his arms and then frowning. "Oh!" he said, in surprise, and Elrond chuckled, knowing what he had discovered, because he still felt it too.

"It will take longer than a few hours to recover from what we did yesterday," Elrond advised him.

"It will?" Legolas echoed with just the slightest hint of dismay. "But what will we do in the meantime?" Elrond dissolved into helpless laughter beside him, so that Legolas became infuriated and swatted him with a pillow. Elrond threw up his arms to defend himself.

"I could romance you," Elrond suggested on purpose, fighting Legolas at the same time. They rolled around on the bed for a minute or two while Elrond laughed. At last the Prince shook his head in a woebegone fashion when he got nowhere trying to hold Elrond down to the bed. "We could take a picnic out by the waterfalls," he went on, earning himself a dark look and a set of folded arms as Legolas sat cross-legged beside him, keeping some distance between them. Elrond ran a forefinger up Legolas' shin to his knee.

"Or," he said, more seriously, "I could teach you what I showed you first yesterday." Elrond suggested it kindly, dropping the teasing. Legolas looked at him, and he saw the instant that the Prince remembered.

"Yes!" he almost hissed, and threw himself amongst the pillows on his back. "You may begin," he commanded loftily. Elrond simply laughed at the demand and rose from the bed gracefully to pull on a robe and summon servants with water for a bath.

When they had bathed together, and eaten a breakfast so late it could be termed lunch, they began lessons anew. Legolas, as before, did not last too long before it was over, and the Prince looked down on his own body as if it had betrayed him in some way. Elrond laughed at him and rolled onto his back in the sunlight as Legolas huffed around, pulling on a robe to visit the bathroom. Elrond awaited his return with a small smile. "Wicked," he said again, this time to no one in particular.

He had his eyes closed when Legolas returned to the bed to lie beside him. Elrond could feel the satin of the robe against his skin and he curved an arm around the Prince's shoulders as he snuggled close. They remained in silence for a short while, and Elrond began to think that Legolas was asleep, until suddenly the Prince looked up at him and moved down the bed with intent.

"What are you doing?" Elrond asked, drawing in a sharp breath of pent up desire when he felt a strong hand on him, encouraging him back to the arousal he had felt a short while ago when he had his will bent on Legolas' pleasure.

"My body is tired," Legolas said in disappointment, and Elrond smirked. It wasn't really an answer to his question though. He had his eyes closed, and so the first kiss to his hot length was more of a shock than a pleasure.

"I am going to practice on you while we wait!" Legolas announced, and before Elrond could protest, he felt himself encased in the young Prince's mouth, and his hips lifted from the bed automatically as he gasped. Then, as soon as he had really felt it, the hot wet of the mouth around him was gone.

"Do not come," Legolas warned softly. At that Elrond opened his eyes and looked down. What he saw was one of the sights he would remember for all of his life.

He looked down his own body, and saw Legolas stretched out at the bottom of the bed. The robe he had donned was a grey satin that shimmered and matched the pale gold of Legolas' hair. There wasn't much of Legolas he could see. The robe hid his body, leaving only suggestive outlines for Elrond's eyes to light upon. A bent knee there, a broad shoulder. The only parts of Legolas he could see were his bare feet, the hand that held Elrond's member, and his face.

His eyes were a darker blue than previously as he stared at the part of Elrond he held in his hand, and his lips were slightly redder and wet with saliva. Elrond ached to be there, and the warning was not fair. Not at all.

"I will not be able to help it," Elrond prophesied quietly, "and you know that."

Legolas didn't even look up. "But how will I learn then?" he asked, though it was more like a demand. "You must try. You must promise to at least try." Now he looked up, and Elrond shook his head slightly at the idea of it. This would be torture.

"I will try," he said, regretting it already, even though Legolas gifted him with one of those smiles.

Legolas turned back to look at Elrond's length as if it were a challenge, and there was a kind of determination about the set of his jaw before he sealed his lips around Elrond again. There was again a brief impression of wet heat but no pressure, and Elrond wanted it so much. Then it was over again.

"How do I do it?" Legolas asked inquisitively. "Instruct me."

"Oh, please!" Elrond managed, sure he couldn't do this, but he wanted more so very much, even if it was to try and hold back. He wanted it. So he gave Legolas the first instruction of many, hating himself for it at the same time.

"You have to suck," he said, and Legolas did just that, but only that. Then, again, it was over before it had really begun.

"Like that?" he asked. Elrond muttered an oath as his body protested against the teasing little passes of Legolas' mouth.

"For longer," he said, breathless, and then, "take a deep breath first." Legolas did so, and Elrond began to instruct him as he continued, his voice sounding deeper and authoritative, even to himself.

"Easy," he said softly, feeling a little too much pressure for it to be perfection. How much was too much? Elrond was amazed he even noticed. All he wanted to do was thrust into the moist cavern of Legolas' mouth, but he was sure that wouldn't be considered courteous.

"Rub your tongue against me," Elrond commanded, and then laughed slowly when the Prince did just that, according to instruction. How could he have thought this was an impossible game to play? "Move your mouth up and down over me," he said, aware that although he felt like he was pleading, the lust had lent some kind of masterful resonance to his voice.

Legolas broke for breath, leaving Elrond hard and wet with spit that cooled on his skin, and he swore for the second time, desperate to have that wonderful mouth back on him, giving him pleasure at his command. He felt a hand cradling his member and a soft cheek pressed against him and he looked down to look at Legolas, closing his eyes quickly again as the rush of blood the image produced caused him to twitch in Legolas' hand.

"I do not think my mouth is very big," Legolas said with a frown in his voice. Elrond shivered, but remained a teacher nevertheless.

"You must swallow me if you wish to take it all," he confided, and he felt Legolas jump in surprise.

"That's why it felt so..." he breathed, obviously remembering how it had felt when it was done to him, and Elrond could feel every word as a puff of warm breath against his glans. He groaned in frustrated desire. "How?" Legolas demanded. "Explain."

"You must relax your throat as you do when you drink..." He lost his way with the instruction as Legolas began to try doing just that. "Flatten the back of your tongue," Elrond advised and felt Legolas do it, enabling him to slide deeper, just an inch or so and then Legolas wrenched his mouth away quickly. The Prince coughed and Elrond put a hand down to his own hardness to have an end to it.

"Stop!" Legolas cried when he was able, and swatted Elrond's hand away. "You can't," he said, "I have to practice until I can do it as well."

He felt himself slide into Legolas' mouth again, and this time Legolas managed to take even more of him inside.

"There, that was better," Legolas said with satisfaction. Elrond tried to turn onto his side, the pain of being denied was far from being a competition to the pleasure, but it wouldn't take much more. If he had been human, he would not have managed this long.

So, he continued, and over time Legolas learned exactly how to suck and swallow and do it all quite seamlessly. If he had been at all conscious of anything at all, Elrond might have been quite pleased with his protégé's progress. As it was, his body trembled ceaselessly, and from his lips fell whispered words of praise and curses.

Of course, sooner or later even the great Lord of Imladris himself had to admit defeat, and his orgasm claimed him at last. He knew Legolas pulled away from him at that last moment, and that the warm issue of his body was falling onto his lower stomach. It didn't matter. Elrond lie for some time in delirious pleasure until he felt a fingertip trailing through the cooling wetness on his belly. He opened his eyes and laughed lazily as he watched Legolas raise the finger to his mouth to taste. He watched the pink tongue dart out to lick at that one finger, then Legolas pulled a very strange face.

"You are not sweet," he said, accusing. Elrond shook his head in amusement.

"Neither are you," he shot back, and saw the tell-tale little blush that meant only one thing. "Anyway, that is not important," Elrond said, showing mercy as Legolas clearly considered confessing to masturbation.

"I do not say that I don't like it," Legolas said then, teasing, and his smile this time showed his teeth. Elrond sighed and found himself considering something.

"Wait until you taste a maiden," he said, and the look of inquisitive curiosity on Legolas' face was almost comical.

"What is that like?" he asked.

"Honeyed cream," Elrond said, thinking of Celebrían. He was far too exhausted for his body to have the slightest interest, but that didn't mean his mind wasn't willing, and he began compiling a little list of things he wanted to do with her when she got back.

For the rest of the day they continued their lessons, and that night, pleasantly worn out from it all, Elrond dreamed of Celebrían...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading. I hope you are enjoying it. Please review! :)
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