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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 Three
In the morning, Curufin awoke before his brother, and for a moment he had to remember where he was, and what had happened the night before. Celegorm's arm was draped over his waist from behind. So it had not been a dream, then? His face hidden, he smiled.
He relaxed for a minute or two, enjoying the warm closeness of Celegorm's naked skin against his back – it felt better than it really should, but then Curufin found he did not care if what they had done was forbidden. The memory of his brother's hands on him was perfect.
At last he moved slightly, deciding to turn around so that he could see his brother's face, and Celegorm's arm tightened around him as he woke. “Where do you think you are going?”
“Nowhere,” Curufin said, turning around properly, finding himself staring into those familiar eyes. “Am I a prisoner now?” he taunted. “Besides, why would I want to be anywhere else?” he queried. “I have a promise...”
With a smirk, he turned his brother beneath him, fully intending to get some payback for the night before, and Celegorm did not protest, merely sighed, his eyes still soft with sleep and dreams as he stretched his delicious body beneath Curufin.
“By all means,” he said, his fingertips stroking lightly up Curufin's back in a kind of welcome. “Let us see what you are capable of, and what you intended before I bested you.”
All right, so Celegorm was mocking him slightly, but that was only because he had cheated. In an even fight, Curufin came out on top more than half of the time. “Be careful,” he warned. “Do not push me too far.” His only answer to that was Celegorm's fair laughter.
“Oh, what would you do if did push you?” he managed. “Leave me alone?”
Curufin scowled. “I could gag you,” he muttered deliberately, then set to putting his brother beyond words, before he could become too annoyed to lose the thread of his desire. He knew his brother's body so well, almost every part of it, and yet it was somehow new to touch him like this – with intent.
He met with some success, since Celegorm quieted under his caresses, allowing him everything he wished, letting him explore, from the ticklish palms of his hands to his toes. Oh, it felt so right! Beneath his hands his brother was exposed, welcoming and warm, and in his head was the memory of their long lives. Not just here, but in Aman, where they had been close since Curufin was born. Perhaps he had been blind, but it seemed to him now he had wanted this for most of his life, once he had become old enough to understand it. He'd just never realised it.
There was such a sudden sense of exhilaration in him. Here they were, together, and the years stretched out in front of them to eternity. He looked up and smiled, seeing an answering joy in his brother. Carefully, Curufin moved his hand down, breaking their gaze. He'd seen Celegorm's cock, but touched like this? Never. He enclosed it within his hand, squeezing the way he liked, rewarded by Celegorm's sudden moan of lust.
Curufin didn't take too much time with the oil, only enough to make sure he would not hurt and to feel the satin softness inside. His brother was so wild and fey beneath him, like one of his creatures. Consign this beauty to the Sindarin? Curufin suddenly thought it would be wasted on them. How could they appreciate those eyes that had known the mysterious silver light of Telperin? Sometimes he thought he could see that light in Celegorm's gaze. There was something bewitching about him.
Much as he would love to stretch it out, Curufin's morning erection was demanding he do something, and quickly. He guided himself slowly, pressing hard, sinking into the wonderful heat. He caught his breath, shivering as he thrust forward, needing more. Needing it all. Celegorm hissed, then released his breath on the lightest of moans.
“Curvo,” he gasped. “Yes. Oh, yes. At last.”
Celegorm's acceptance only seemed to make him hotter, and Curufin gave him a few light thrusts, almost enraptured by the sensation. “You feel so good,” he managed, “Celeg –”
What happened next was so fast Curufin could not even think to muster any kind of resistance. With a growl, Celegorm turned them over. The way they were joined meant the movement nudged Curufin painfully, and he cried out as Celegorm came to rest sat atop him, the angle too much, too sharp.
“Have a care!” he cried, easing his body hurriedly down the bed to accommodate the new position, relieved when the pain disappeared, melting back into pure pleasure. He looked up, and Celegorm's eyes were stormy and incensed. “What?!” he demanded, wondering why his brother had done such a thing.
“Do not call me by that Sindarin abomination. Not you. Not ever. Do you understand me?” Celegorm hissed the words, his body tight and his nails digging into Curufin's arms where he held them down to the bed.
“Tyelkormo,” Curufin breathed the name like an epithet, then: “Valar! Is that what upset you?” he spat out, furious. “You hurt me!”
His brother's dark look did not lessen, nor did he relinquish his grip, and Curufin thrust upward on purpose, not really to throw him off, but to make him give. Slowly, he felt Celegorm's passage relax a little, then a lot, and then Celegorm moved on his cock, continuing as if nothing had happened.
“You made me angry,” he said, without apology. “You know better. Don't do it.”
Curufin could not take the time to respond to the words. The way Celegorm moved on him had restored his flagging erection. It felt so good! “Oh, hánonya... Turco... fuck...”
Celegorm released his arms, and Curufin reached forward, sitting up a little as his brother's lithe body bounced up and down on him. He didn't miss the dark red and blue little semi-circles on his arms where Celegorm's fingernails had dug in, but cared little. It was rare that he, Curufin, managed to rouse his brother's quick temper.
A warm palm was pressed to his chest. “Lie down, pia háno,” Celegorm said, a note of menace in his tone, and Curufin could only obey. Celegorm leaned back on his other hand, lifting himself and sinking back down while Curufin moaned and shivered. From his reclined position, he dragged his fingers along Celegorm's thighs, earning a pleased growl in response that made him grin. He moved in concert with his brother, thrusting up until he felt something in him gather like a spring.
He bit his lip, snarling as he felt it let go, spilling into Celegorm's body as deep shudders wracked him. Only when he was finished did he realise Celegorm had stopped moving, letting him deep. They looked at each other for a moment that stretched out, then Celegorm put a hand around his own cock, clambering off to flop onto the bed beside him, already working at his own release.
“Wait,” Curufin said, laying a hand over his. Celegorm gave him a curious look, but laid back as Curufin licked his lips and moved down the bed.
This, sucking Celegorm's cock, seemed even more forbidden than the intercourse between them, yet he gave it his all. Curufin was no stranger to sex, and he'd enjoyed quite a few ellons in his time, so he knew his skill.
At the first tremulous moan, he paused to smile open-mouthed around his brother's thick length. Strange that he should feel dominant now, doing this, the way he hadn't when he fucked his brother. Celegorm had taken all the control from him then, but he would not do so now. Forcing the issue would mean that Curufin stopped.
He bobbed his head quickly, not teasing, using all of his experience to get Celegorm there quickly. He wanted to taste. Celegorm was moving fretfully beneath his mouth, his hips lifting in jerky little movements.
“Moina háno,” he gasped, and Curufin flicked his eyes upwards, seeing Celegorm laid back against the pillows with one forearm thrown across his face. His lips were twisted in pleasure, trembling. Curufin made a sound in his throat and pressed right down, holding his breath pulling Celegorm's cock into the snug sleeve of his throat a few times. He heard Celegorm moan again, and then his end was upon him, hot and wet in his throat as he pulled back to catch some of it on his tongue, suckling the last of it out of him, greedy for more.
When he had swallowed it all down, having run his tongue around his mouth to taste all he could, Curufin moved back up the bed and snuggled into his brother's welcoming embrace.
“You always were my treasure,” he whispered, stunned, fingers combing through Curufin's hair. Curufin smiled, feeling utterly smug. Celegorm had said that before, though Curufin suspected he'd never meant it as much as he did now.
“And you, mine. We have forever now.” It was strange, to be like this. They'd always been close, tactile with each other, shared everything, but now it felt different. Warm along with the familiarity.
“Don't we just? Our own land, and we have each other. Oh, I think your ambition to 'satisfy' me will work very well indeed.”
Curufin rolled his eyes, but didn't bother to answer the comment. He was much too comfortable.
Of course there was the matter of the Oath, and the Silmarils. And Morgoth. But those things seemed quite distant. Maybe they would see about the jewels in a few centuries. When they'd finished celebrating each other. As long as they held the pass, it wasn't as if anyone else was going to bother them.
Except that others did bother them. From that first morning, he and Celegorm drew the looks of the Sindar who had agreed to reside with them as servants and ostlers, as warriors, laughable as that was. Curufin even saw Celegorm lose his temper with one or two of them, beating one young ellon so badly he needed a week to recover. Though they drew closer, the rest of the population drew away from them.
Curufin would have let it pass, but if it continued their Sindar cousins would desert them, and news of their poor treatment would spread, if it hadn't already. Curufin was sure Celegorm was getting quite the reputation as a cruel master, though the gossips were quite right about one thing: Celegorm had more time for animals than Sindar.
At last he hit upon an answer. The lingering looks and strange behaviour they were subject to was due to the Sindar perceiving their changed relationship. They had made no announcement, and they were even careful not to be observed, for the sake of keeping their retinue and compliment of fighters. But there must be something in how they were with each other. Tongues were wagging. The answer, such as it was, seemed quite obvious once he thought of it.
“I think I will take a wife,” Curufin declared casually, one rare day when they were sat around together in Celegorm's room, Celegorm picking at the leather of his long boots as if any moment he would get up to go hunting.
Curufin had anticipated any number of reactions to his announcement, which was why he had a dagger hidden in his boot. Celegorm's laughter startled him more than being set upon. He glared, and that just seemed to amuse his brother all the more.
“What? Were you expecting an objection? It's an excellent idea, and you should definitely be the one to do it, Curvo. Pick an elleth, just make sure you bathe... after,” he said, grimacing, “before you come back to me.”
“You had this idea too,” he said, realising it.
“I was wondering when you'd catch up.” Celegorm suddenly turned and rooted about on his desk for a moment. “Carnistir sent us a letter,” he said, tossing the missive to Curufin to read. “He wants us to visit with him. A hunting trip, or so he says.” Celegorm gave him a smile that did not reach his eyes. “He also seems quite curious about us and if we're 'getting along' together. If we bring news of your intended, it will ease his mind, no doubt.”
So the gossip had already spread outside of their lands? Curufin was not comforted. “Fine,” he said, in poor humour. “I will pick the most beautiful of them. Any of them would be honoured, the way they fawn ab–”
“Good!” Celegorm spoke over him, standing up and gesturing to Huan, who obligingly trotted to his master's side. “Be sure to get her with child as soon as you can.”
He paused to lean over Curufin where he sat, curling a hand behind his neck and giving him a lingering kiss.
“There can be no argument then,” he pointed out. Then he was gone with Huan, leaving Curufin staring at the closed door, with the letter in his hand and a job to do. Choose a wife.

To be continued...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading – I hope you're enjoying it. :)

Translations (Quenya):
moina háno – dear brother
pia háno – little brother
Hánonya – my brother
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