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Scarred Fate	By : Massanie Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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CHAPTER 41: Rage

CHAPTER NOTES

Warning: non-con, violence. Please do take those warnings serious!

SCRIPTS:

'Thoughts'; ~visions~; **mind speech**; -l-Letters-l-

Fiondil immediately froze, his eyes freezing with him. Erestor shivered at the cold fury in those ice blue orbs but he returned the stare in equal.

"You do not have to participate; I like my lovers submissive beneath me. And the pleasure ... I will teach you to find pleasure at my hands!" The blond growled inauspiciously.

Suddenly he drew away from the bed, disappearing behind the partition where they had bathed together. Erestor fearfully waited for the blond to return, knowing that he could never escape. Even if he managed to leave the cave there was a small company outside who wished to see him brought low because of the relatives they had to mourn.

He flinched as he heard the sound of cloth being ripped apart and his throat filled with cold dread.

Only moments later Fiondil emerged again, Erestor saw the muscled chest heaving in anger. The blond held straps of cloth, probably from one of the towels, in his fist and predatorily approached him.

Erestor tried to crawl away then but the blond was faster, grabbed him in a bruising grip and flipped him over. Lying on his stomach, Erestor struggled to turn again, writhing beneath his naked cousin. Panicking he felt the rather large arousal pressing hard against his back as the blond pinned him down with his weight, whooshing the air out of his lungs.

The advisor whimpered in pain as Fiondil none too gently took hold of his wrists and bound them to the bedposts.

"This could have been good for you. I wanted to make your first time special. But it seems my little darkling does not appreciate niceties in his sleeping chambers." The blond hissed into his ear cruelly.

"Maybe you like being taken roughly? But then again ... how would you know, never having experienced something like this."

Erestor could not think straight anymore. He could feel Fiondil grinding his rather prominent arousal against his back, the hot breath against his ear. The knots in his stomach constricted painfully in fear. 'Valar, no!'

Not thinking at all his feet came up, showering the blond's back with sharp kicks in an afford to get him off of his lithe body. But the Mirkwood warrior only growled, burying his fists into the black tresses and pressed the darkling's fear-filled face into the pillow below.

Erestor tried to scream, but his cries for help were muffled by the pillow. He was terrified.

'Elbereth help me!' he did not want to suffocate and tried to wriggle himself free. But the hands were unforgiving, keeping him in place. Soon his struggle grew weaker as the need for air became desperate.

Suddenly the painful hold on his head stopped and the weight on his torso was removed. His head was reeling and he felt like throwing up everything that he had eaten during the last three hours. The next thing he knew was that his ankles were grasped and bound to the bedposts on the foot of the bed, leaving him spread wide and open and so utterly helpless. A pillow was thrust beneath his hip. It was too much.

Tears ran down Erestor's now red face. "Please ..."

Fiondil crouched down next to Erestor to glare at him. "Please what?"

Erestor did not know what to say, what to beg for. He knew Fiondil would not be gentle with him, not anymore; maybe if he apologised and swore to love his cousin, but he could not do that.

Everyone is the architect of his own future. Erestor's now contained pain and humiliation and it was his fault, the fault of his rebellious nature that it was this way.

He closed his eyes, wishing he would faint or die or being swallowed by the mattress or the stones beneath. Had he known how violently Fiondil would react ... but maybe it was for the best, his cousin at least made it easy for him to hate him.

"I see. Let us proceed then."

Erestor felt the mattress dip down as his cousin returned on to it. The precipitous madness that had taken hold of the blonde seemed to vanish as he carefully lowered himself between the wide spread legs of his unwilling lover.

Sensually his fingertips ghosted over the backs of his knees and upwards, never stilling. Erestor shivered under the touch in fearful anticipation. He could feel hot breath against his back and then a hot wetness as the blond kissed and suckled on his burning skin, leaving small bruises everywhere, marking, claiming. Suddenly there were questing fingertips against the previously untouched pink rosebud. Erestor squirmed and tried to get away, but it was in vain and he heard his husband chuckle huskily behind him.

Erestor could feel the air being pressed out of his lungs as the blonde laid down on him, slightly on one side so that his fingers could still massage the puckered rosebud that Erestor tried to clench shut in a futile attempt to close his body against the intrusion that he knew was about to come.

"Apologize! Apologize and I will make sure you will enjoy this nearly as much as I will" was whispered against his ear. The dark-haired ellon clenched his eyes shut.

"There is nothing I should apologize for." He rounded hesitantly.

Erestor could almost see the fair face distorting in anger as Fiondil eased himself off of his lithe form, settling between his thighs once again. Then with sickening forcefulness the Mirkwood Elf tried to push four digits into his cousin's petite body, not wasting a thought to preparation or lubrication. Yet without it the brutal invasion proved to be difficult and in the end Fiondil had to twist and turn his hand, winding his way in.

An agonized scream was ripped from Erestor's mouth as he felt his passage being torn by the cruel calloused fingers. Burning, searing pain flowed through his lower body, making him try to cower into a tight ball. He pulled at the linen constrains that kept him in place but they did not give way. All he achieved was that the rough texture broke his skin, leaving his wrists sore and bleeding.

He felt sick as his cousin began to thrust his fingers in and out of his clenching passage, turning and wriggling them around and he could not hold back his sobs and pain filled groans any longer.

Then as suddenly as it had started the cruel hand retreated, leaving him shivering and bleeding.

"Do you want to apologize now?" The question was asked with such cold indifference that Erestor had to sob even harder. Briefly he asked himself if he seemed to be that cold in the eyes of his fellow Elves.

"It must not be like this ..." came the soft whisper as his husband reached below his body and began to slide careful, gentle fingers along his flaccid member and kissed his lower back.

Then Erestor could feel his tormentor shift on the mattress and he could hear a bottle being uncorked.

"This can be so wonderful ..." Fiondil cooed as his now oiled finger gently massaged the tiny opening. Blood already clung to it and it made him desire the pale body in front of him even more.

The blond ellon ignored the broken whimpers and pleas to stop and Erestor startled as a single oily finger pressed against his anus. He whimpered at the initial pain as it breached him and was pushed deep inside. Fiondil stilled for a moment before he began to thrust his finger in and out, gently, slowly. Changing the angle and crooking his digit he hit the darkling's prostrate, making him buck and gasp in surprised pleasure.

Erestor heard his husband chuckle and blushed an angry red. How he hated that elf, hated himself for being that weak and easy to manipulate.

"I would prefer to take you like that: gently, lovingly. I want to make you beg for more, make you writhe and squirm beneath me in passion and lust."

He thrust as deeply as he could inside and grinned at the yelp he received. "But if you keep up your useless, silly, defiant behaviour, I shall take you like before: without lubricant and restraint, with force. I will let you feel all the pain and frustration you inflict upon me."

Once again Erestor felt soft lips on his lower back. "So what will it be, Elethael?"

But suddenly there were steps in the front of the cave and a hushed voice that saved Erestor from having to answer.

CHAPTER END NOTES

ellon ~ male elf
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