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The Teacher - Missing Scenes	By : pip Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 4116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Oh, this is not how it happens, but in the spirit of imagining a thing, here is one option... perhaps.

Written for paradis_artificiels

Reunions 1

Valinor, sometime in the fourth age...

“More, half elf,” begged Oropher with a smile of enjoyment as Elrond moved hard and deep inside him. “Oh, yes!” he said, tossing his head in pleasure. “Just like that,” he moaned.

It had been many years since their reunion, and still every single time they ended up here, it was perfect. Oropher's beauty was like a drug. The relaxed curl of his hands where Elrond held his wrists down against the pillows, the pale beauty of his skin next to the platinum of his hair. His eyes were closed in passion, his eyelashes a dark charcoal grey against his flushed cheeks. His lips were still red from Elrond's kisses, and seeing that made Elrond dip his head to taste them again, overcome.

Oropher had dallied with many more lovers than Elrond himself, and he often went about like a bee in Aman, dipping into one here, spending a full hour there. Yet he seemed to favour these times, and they spent entire days together, as if they would never get their fill of each other.

“Do not come yet...” Oropher said on a sigh and an arch of his body that made Elrond almost growl in lust, breaking the kiss and letting go of his wrists.

Elrond stared down at Oropher, and for around the millionth time this century he resisted invoking the Valar, given that they were now in a place where one of them might hear him. Instead, he buried his face in Oropher's blond hair, still moving inside him nevertheless. When Oropher's body tightened around him in orgasm it felt so good Elrond did not know how he managed to hold on, yet he did.

“Now, stop,” Oropher breathed, holding him close, his hands in Elrond's hair, fingertips pressing against his scalp. “Outlast me,” he urged, and this was not a new preoccupation of his, but Elrond tried. Most of the time when Oropher insisted on this, he failed completely, as if the words of restraint had the opposite effect to that intended.

This time, he had used all of his experience to get Oropher there quickly, hoping that he would be able to resist following him into release.

“I don't want to stop,” Elrond groaned, almost to himelf, in desperate need, still giving Oropher's relaxed body the occasional thrust, something he couldn't help. His left arm was hooked beneath the blond elf's leg now, and he turned his head, pressing a kiss against the inside of his lover's knee. “Oropher...”

“Save yourself,” Oropher said, his voice deep with satisfaction. His lover stretched beneath him, and Oropher's body tightened around Elrond in such a delightful way it almost undid him, but he did not come. If he lasted, Oropher would pleasure him in some wonderful way. Oh, it was always well worth the effort! Yet this time, Oropher said something that very nearly broke Elrond's resolve completely.

“Legolas is waiting for you after this. He will want you willing and able.”

Elrond made a sound of disbelief, and he felt himself suddenly so close the edge it was painful, his grip on Oropher tightening so much it must hurt him. Oropher only laughed at his reaction. “You brought this all on yourself, you know,” Oropher said. Elrond thought that might be debatable. “To think you missed me so much you became entangled with every one of my descendants.”

“Yes,” Elrond said, feeling petulant, but his body burned for release. “It's entirely your fault for getting yourself killed like that,” Elrond accused, but there was no resentment at all in him. How could there be? The terms of eternity were endless love. He gave Oropher a couple of sharp thrusts to mark his words, but going on how Oropher moaned, then giggled infuriatingly, Elrond thought he only enjoyed it all the more.

“Oh, do not blame me! You taught Legolas to forever desire your touch, meleth nín,” he teased, struggling a little to free himself. “Over weeks you did it. Teaching him to kiss and touch and lick, and...” Oropher paused, then laughed a little. “Love.” Elrond sighed, remembering those times. “I had no part in that.”

“No, you didn't. Thranduil did,” Elrond moaned, finally giving in and pulling out of Oropher, though his body protested mightily against it. “I need release!” he gasped, rolling over onto his back, his eyes closed as Oropher sat up beside him.

“Imagine how it will be when he finally arrives here, half-elf,” Oropher whispered wickedly, dipping his head to place a kiss on Elrond's chest. “I do not think he will be pleased if you spend your passion before he has the chance to play with you. I am merely giving you the opportunity to practice now, beforehand.”

“Oropher!” But before he could remonstrate further, his lover was gone, leaving him alone and unsatisfied on the bed.

Despite what Oropher had told him only moments before, when someone joined him there, Elrond thought he had returned, and he rolled to trap Oropher below him once more with a glad moan. “I knew you were only playing with me,” he said softly in reproach, seeking for entry inside him again. So it was a shock when the laughter that greeted his actions was not quite the same, not as intimate and sensual.

“Legolas?” Elrond said, confused, and he stopped, raising his hands to the blond elf's face. And it was true. They really had exchanged places, passing him from one to the other.

“Kiss me first, at least, Peredhil,” Legolas said, his eyes twinkling, almost laughing again, and Elrond dropped his head to Legolas' shoulder in a kind of defeat, groaning.

“Legolas, please!” he said, feeling so desperate there were no other words. Yet he obeyed then, claiming the Prince's lips passionately, whispering heated breath into him, letting his tongue achieve above what he wished for below, if only Legolas would allow it.

“Kiss me here,” Legolas said when he was done, pointing out a space below his left shoulder, and Elrond obeyed, followed his fingers as they pointed. Here, there, all over, until Elrond was sure all he knew was the taste of Legolas skin, the warmth of his hidden places, the scent of him was distracting beyond belief. Kissing, licking, sucking while Legolas directed him, the promise of his body keeping Elrond in check so that he followed every instruction.

“Now, do not be neglectful,” said Legolas, doing a halfway decent job of being stern. “You must touch me too.” And he actually began to guide Elrond's hands, the entire lesson beginning again.

When he finally did get his way with Legolas, Elrond did not last at all. At least, not for the first few times Oropher and Legolas played with him like this, for they began to do it often. Then exclusively. One after the other. It was a wicked, tormenting thing. Yet they would not relent, until one day when Elrond buried himself in Legolas' heat and tightness, sure he could not last another second. Legolas' body was the treasure he endured it all for, because it meant he could let go.

“Do not come yet,” Legolas whispered, drawing in a breath of lust as Elrond claimed him. And as with the lessons, the entire thing began again. Over and over. Practicing, until Elrond was sure they must be conspiring with Nimbrethil in this. It seemed like she must be advising them on it, how to stretch out his control until he could satisfy them both without losing it. Until he felt he would be driven insane. He did beg Legolas, sometimes, lost in pleasure, only to find himself back at the beginning with Oropher, confused and disoriented.

Neither of them would satisfy him any more until he managed it, no matter how desperately he pleaded, longing to feel one of them inside him. That torture was almost as hard to bear. And yet it was still sweet, still he desired them, no matter what they did, or how they denied him. When he got through it, they gave him exactly what he wanted then. It was his reward.

Between them they trained him, until he could do it repetitively. Reliably, though at the end of their sessions, each time, Elrond felt he was out of his mind with want.

Then, one day, there was a change.

Oropher had been and gone, his taste on Elrond's tongue still. Legolas was here with him, the younger elf completely satiated in his arms. Elrond would take his reward now, but then Legolas pushed his hands away and calmly went around restraining him, tying him to the bed, as he sometimes did when they practised.

“No!” Elrond growled, so lost that Legolas had him tied down before he fully realised what was afoot. “This is not fair!” Legolas said nothing, though he gave Elrond a look of something that was not quite apology. “Not again,” Elrond begged, his mind clouded by lust and near pain. “Legolas, please! No more!” The Prince bit his bottom lip as he looked on Elrond, who was now completely helpless. He struggled against the bindings with real anger, not understanding, past caring, pushed past all thought and reason.

Legolas drew in a short little breath, clearly considering something. “Ada is here,” he said slowly, then smiled, trailing a finger up Elrond's right shin, deliberately provocative. “I think he will love to find you like this.” And then he was gone.

Some time passed, and Elrond tried to free himself, aware all the while of his desperate need for contact, his erection hard and hot on his belly. He shouted and yelled, but was ignored, until he quietened, his struggles ceasing. Then, at last, the door opened.

Elrond turned his eyes to the door, and his lids lowered in sudden rekindled desire. Thranduil was here. He tried to turn his body to face the King, but it was impossible. Thranduil sat on the side of the bed, fully dressed, one hand reaching out to Elrond's face.

“Oh, lass nín,” he said, smiling. “I would journey a thousand such seas to find you waiting like this. You are a sight I have dreamed of.”

“Master,” Elrond said, nuzzling Thranduil's hand shamelessly. Thranduil raised his eyebrows at that, looking quite regal, but then suddenly lie down and stretched himself out at the side of Elrond, still dressed. He sighed, happy, and draped one arm over Elrond's waist.

“They seem to have done quite a good job of tying you down for me, Elrondlas,” he observed. “Tell me, did you satisfy Ada?”

Elrond nodded.

“And Legolas? Him too?”

“Yes,” Elrond groaned, fighting the restraints again, rebellious now.

“Very good.” Thranduil smiled. “I have missed you! Will you satisfy me now?”

At the thought of it, Elrond whimpered. He simply could not imagine another. “No... please...” he said faintly, imagining himself going through it all again, for the third time. He could not do it. He couldn't! Thranduil laid his head down and laughed, his voice as deep and sonorous as Elrond remembered.

“No? Oh, lass nín! You chose the wrong one of us to refuse. I will make you beg for it now.”

Thranduil kissed him then, leisurely and effortless. He demanded something from Elrond, and it was a domination neither Oropher or Legolas could hope to match. Elrond moaned, Thranduil's hand coming up to hold his jaw, keep him still, make him accept. Suddenly Elrond shuddered in long-delayed release, his body shaking. Thranduil pulled back, surprised, looking down.

“Or,” he said, clearly astonished, “perhaps we should start with your lack of self-control.”

“Thranduil,” Elrond said at last, when he felt he could speak again, remembering all of those endless days. There were too many. They were too long. “I would like to see you manage two-hundred and forty-five years with those two, goading you on.”

Thranduil just stared at him.

“Well, Celebmîr nín,” Elrond said, chastising him. “You could at least apologise for being late. Didn't I teach you that?”

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