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Faer na Faer (Spirit to Spirit)	By : narcolinde Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3713 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings and I receive no profit in any form for this story. Main characters and settings originally created by JRR Tolkien. Just for fun, no money earned. OC's and story/composition are erobey's.

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Impatient though he was for Haldir's return, Legolas discovered that he was also famished, having missed several meals over the course of the day and the night during which he had slept. It was now evening of the second day of the ongoing feast, but he had no desire to leave the playroom to join the celebration, preferring to remain where he was in anticipation of the more private one about to commence between him and his beloved. He shivered, thinking this term the most glorious one in his vocabulary at the moment, and roamed about the room, recalling the many hours he'd spent here during his young years. The room attested to the luxury of his upbringing and yet in his memory those years were arid and empty. Always his heart had ached for his father, his own father not the brother who served as substitute. Yet Legolas smiled, realising that child now had what he'd so dearly missed.

The playroom adjoined a third chamber, a small bed-sitting room that completed the nursery suite, designed for a nanny or tutor to occupy whilst overseeing his activities in his elfling years. Within was the tray his father had collected and Legolas fell upon it with relish. All his favourites were there and this warmed his heart even more. Now he lacked only his new-found love and his world would be paradise.

It was thus that Haldir found him: ruby lips parted to receive a sliver of succulent meat. The sight of Legolas voraciously popping morsels of food in his mouth was somehow highly erotic and the March Warden hardened. Of course, he'd started getting aroused on the walk over. Knowing Legolas was waiting for him, the sole purpose of their meeting to at last consummate the fiery bond between them, had been ample impetus to set his blood boiling. He groaned as Legolas sucked his fingers to remove the last of the juices from them and the sylvan prince froze, eyes wide, fingers still in his mouth. They came free with a pop as he bounded from the chair and practically tackled Haldir.

"Haldir! My Adar has consented to everything!" he exclaimed, though of course the March Warden was aware of all that. "He will come to the ceremony and will provide the rings himself."

That was news and Haldir's surprise showed. "I am pleased," he smiled, arms encircling Legolas' waist. He claimed the smiling lips and quickly set to work on the archer's garments.

Before their mouths parted he had the shirt open and his fingers inside it, eagerly and vigourously caressing the silky skin. He flicked a nipple and Legolas jerked, separating them. He grinned and flung the top off and away, lunging at Haldir to strip the March Warden.

"I have been deprived of the sight of your bared body long enough," he whispered playfully, hastily opening the clasps of the tunic and easing the garment over the March Warden's broad shoulders, revealing a firmly toned chest of creamy apricot adorned with tight little nipples all red and rigid. Firelight danced over the planes of naked flesh, highlighting in the most tempting manner what was soon to be his and Legolas took his time, touching and tasting wherever his roving eye alighted.

"Legolas," Haldir whispered in nearly reverent tones, struck by the wonder of this glorious elf lavishing him with such sweet attention.

He mirrored the tender touches, copying every caress and every lick his golden elf imparted. Legolas explored him fully, revealing an innate knowledge of what to touch, how hard to make the contact, and whether wet or dry was called for. Legolas, his aroused senses informed, was going to be an adroit and accomplished lover. While this sensual foreplay progressed, the March Warden could not help taking the initiative to increase the pace. With nimble fingers he untied the archer's leggings and delved within, smoothing his fingertips over hot, rigid flesh and soft wispy hair.
"Ai, Haldir," Legolas murmured in breathless complaint and delight, "you're trying to distract me from my quest, but your strategy will not succeed."

His claim was somewhat robbed of impact by the sharp gasp that followed, this reaction elicited as Haldir roughly jerked the pants down and tugged the excited cock free. His fist closed around the it and he pulled several swift strokes up and down the engorged column. He grinned as Legolas cried out and rocked into the stimulus, taking that as his cue to release his hold and step back.

"Take those off," he ordered. "I want you completely stripped."

"Oh really?" Legolas' brow contracted in mulish defiance. "Then you take them off," he challenged, leaning back upon the edge of the table provocatively, cock protruding into the empty space between them. "Or better yet, take off your own." As he delivered this playful dare, Legolas took hold of his erection and began working it slowly, a soft and achy wail issuing from his lips.

Haldir watched, spellbound in rapt fascination as Legolas pleasured himself with indolent strokes, quiet little grunts escaping his lungs, minute little thrusts of his hips enhancing the sensation and the show. He was almost overwhelmed with the desire to take over, longing to fall to his knees and take that ruddy flesh between his lips. He could bring Legolas to delirious orgasm in mere minutes and he wanted to know the taste of the creamy ejaculate he would extract with such sweet travail. One thing only stopped him: the desire to have Legolas do all this to him. The March Warden decided to obey his golden elf's directive, quickly pulling off his boots and undoing his leggings. He came right to Legolas' side and used the table as support as he got out of them, eyes bright with anticipation, wondering what the archer would do now.

Legolas ceased his teasing masturbation, thrilled to have his beloved revealed at last. Haldir was magnificent to behold and at first he could do nothing but stare, eyes tracking from the solid column of aroused flesh between his powerful thighs up the planes of a lean flat belly to finally meet the lusty gaze focused upon him. With a sly smirk Legolas reached for the maroon erection, pulling on the cock to bring Haldir to him, claiming lips that opened with a surprised grunt. He moaned as he delved the March Warden's mouth, working the shaft quickly, pleased with its girth and length, eager to feel it inside him.

Abruptly Haldir broke the kiss and grabbed Legolas' wrist, halting the vigourous stimulation. He met the prince's questioning eyes with the most imperious and authoritative expression in his repertoire as he stepped back, propping his rear upon the edge of the table and taking his cock in hand.
"Suck me," he ordered, holding his breath to see if he would be obeyed.

For a moment he thought he'd gone too far and Legolas would refuse, for the archer's breath caught and his body froze, irises dilating in either anger or desire or a combination of the two. Haldir held that gaze, matching the turbulent expression with one of commanding expectation, and after an interminable pause the golden elf approached, replacing Haldir's hand with his own, leaning in so that his cock pressed against the Lorien warrior's thigh. The tip of Legolas' cock was wet and the sensation of the slick secretion coating his skin made the March Warden's pulse triple.

"If I grant this request…"

"Command."

"If I grant this favour, what will you do to express your gratitude?"

Haldir grinned; this was exactly the kind of reaction he liked. Claiming Legolas would not be as easy as it had seemed on the talan out in the forest. He bent near and captured a blushing ear-tip between his lips, nibbling lightly for a few seconds, enjoying the shiver that ran through the lean body propped against him. He let go and breathed over the sensitive cartilage, whispering his reply:

"What's wrong, Legolas? Afraid there'll be nothing left for you? Worried I won't be able to fuck you? Allay those fears, for I already told you two or even three times in a night, or a day, are not uncommon for me."

"Shall I test that bold assertion?"

"Aye, if you please. I've no anxiety over prowess."

"I sincerely hope you are not boasting in vain. I am not a pleasing companion when I languish in frustrated need."

With that final warning Haldir's directive was carried out. The result could not have been more exciting. Legolas dropped to his knees before the March Warden and ran a hand up each leg, caressing the back of the calves and the thighs, squeezing the firm rear. Then he cautiously palmed the heavy sac crowded up against the thick root amid the brown curls, applying just enough pressure to wring a grunt of pleasure from his beloved. He smiled,seeing the muscles in the Lorien warrior's thighs quiver under the strain. Deciding he'd teased enough, Legolas reached for the rigid shaft, bending it forward to pass it between his lips, applying suction as his tongue worked the. sensitive orifice

Haldir could not suppress a loud cry of delight and his hands automatically came to rest on the crown of golden hair, aiding the fluid motion as Legolas' mouth rose and fell upon his cock. All the while, hands played over his balls and gripped him at the base of the organ, adding to the stimulating sensation. Legolas, he again decided, was indeed accomplished in more than archery.

"Ah, perfect, just like that, Beloved," he crooned, giving a little pivot of his hips to force more than the head down into the warm wet suction. "Verily, I would keep you thus for hours, were it possible."

No sooner had the words left him than a yelp followed, for Legolas had applied his fine white teeth to the weeping glans. The archer angled his head to give the March Warden an admonishing glare, never altering his pace or momentum. In fact, he eased one hand back between the clenched arse cheeks and wormed his way to the tightly puckered anus, circling it tauntingly with his fingertip. He grinned around the erection when this raised a harsh grunt and a jolting spasm that rocked them both. He pushed harder and drove inside, resisting the involuntary force as the muscles attempted to repulse the invasion. Haldir was now clutching at his hair with a painfully secure hold and Legolas hummed out a complaining little whine.

"Valar nín beria!" (Valar protect me!) Haldir shouted, realising what would happen once Legolas burrowed deeper. There was no way he could resist the urge if his golden elf began massaging his inner core. The March Warden switched his hold, taking Legolas' ears between his fingers and pinching mercilessly. The reaction was a deep growl that vibrated through his penis in a most decadent manner and Haldir knew he was lost. He braced himself for the thrill that was sure to overwhelm him any second but when it came he could do nothing but shout his beloved's name in ecstasy, thrusting hard into the confining heat of the ruby lips and then pressing back on the probing digit that had so unerringly found his sweet spot.

Legolas' heart soared and he prepared himself for the rush of hot fluid certain to bathe his throat. Another push against the hidden gland, another sweep of his tongue over the tender tip and it was over. With a convulsive shove of his hips and a deep groan, half pleasure and half regret, Haldir came, shooting his essence in a quick spurt of supreme elation. Eagerly and skilfully Legolas swallowed it down, the action of his tongue milking the last few precious drops. He held the penis until its fulness vanished and then slipped free, rocking back onto his heels to peer up at Haldir.

A huge grin broke over his features, for the Lorien warrior was absolutely spent, sagging against the table as his chest heaved in his effort to capture enough air to sustain himself. His head lolled sideways and his mane of moonlight tresses cascaded over the surface and hung free, a lovely curtain to frame his enervated face, mouth agape and eyes shut in sex-blown fatigue. Legolas just watched, proud and pleased to have brought Haldir such exquisite release, and waited for him to recover. It required only a minute or two before the cool blue eyes opened and fixed upon him, an amazed and adoring light filling them. His hand reached out as he straightened up, settling his rear on the table.

"Come here," he called gently and at once found his arms wrapped around the warmth of Legolas' lean, hard body. He kissed the smiling lips but abruptly retreated from the contact,a grimace contorting his features. "Ugh! Here, some wine will fix that," he said, turning to take the goblet form the table and offer it to Legolas.

"Don't you like your own flavour?" teased Legolas, drinking as expected.

"Nay, it's disgustingly bitter with a distinctly peculiar aftertaste."

Legolas laughed and settled back in Haldir's arms. "I cannot agree. Your seed is strong but not bitter and certainly not disgusting. I suppose you will balk at consuming my essence, then. I am glad you warned me of this discriminatory disinclination."

"Ai, the things you say!"exclaimed Haldir. "I would not reject your seed just because I can't stomach the taste of mine own. Where do you come up with these notions?" He peered intently at Legolas, wondering not for the last time who this other lover had been who'd made his mate so insecure.

"I don't know," Legolas shrugged, uneasy that he'd upset Haldir. "Are you angry with me?"

"No, Legolas, not angry but concerned. I can see I'll have much work to do to correct these misconceptions clouding your mind."

"Am I so ignorant?" asked Legolas, searching Haldir's eyes. "You seemed to enjoy my efforts just now."

"Perhaps not in the ways of seduction, but in the ways of love, yes, I believe you have had little education." Haldir cradled the lovely face between his hands and kissed the pensive mouth. "Do not be concerned; it will be the most wondrous pleasure to alleviate your lack of knowledge."

"What of you? Is there nothing new I can teach you regarding love and desire?"

"Indeed, there must be much I don't know," conceded Haldir, "for regarding love I have maintained the deepest suspicions and contempt. Now that I find myself possessed by the emotion, I realise all my experience comprises but the barest comprehension. I am sure there is much about you that is worthy of rigourous, penetrating study. Is it your wish to correct my ignorance? I confess, I would find you a fair subject to master." He traced his fingers gently across the prince's blushing cheek, and casually tested the resilience of a reddened ear tip, thrilling as Legolas jumped.

"Oh," Legolas exhaled the exclamation in a breathy moan. "Once mastered, what then?" he murmured. He could feel the heat emanating from Haldir's body, the solid strength of the resurgent erection rubbing against his, and the fluttery breeze from his lips as he spoke.

"Once mastered, twice subdued," he growled softly, taking Legolas in his arms and reversing their position, hungrily nipping at the dark lips and darting his tongue provocatively between them. The archer's erection pushed into his stomach but he declined to take hold, preferring to wait until he was fully sheathed in the tempting body. Roughly he pressed Legolas back, reaching between his thighs to grab him under the arse, lifting him onto the table. A loud crash sounded as the decanter of wine toppled over onto the floor but neither one noticed. Haldir retreated from between the splayed legs and stood back, revelling in the sight of Legolas, boldly displaying all that nature had given him.

"You are beautiful, Legolas," said Haldir, "and you are mine." Then he pounced.

Legolas could not cry out, or rather his cry was muffled, as his mouth was invaded and what had been two hands multiplied into twenty. His body was probed and groped and investigated thoroughly, fingers slipping down between the cheeks of his arse and pressing into him at the same time his cock was fisted. He bucked into the pressure and soon felt himself rocking rhythmically into the steady beat of Haldir's grip, holding on with almost desperate strength to the March Warden's shoulders, for he was bent back over the table in a most awkward position, one leg on the floor and the other in the air. The kiss ended and Haldir fixed him with a smug and sultry gaze.

"You know what I want," he growled huskily and doubled his efforts to bring Legolas to climax.

He bent and bit down hard on a nipple, tugging enough to make Legolas yell, pulling mightily at the slender shaft, and driving his finger deeper inside to rub the small swell therein. That's when the prince lost all control as a strong convulsion worked through him and a gush of fluid coated Haldir's hand. Legolas' shout of gratification was short and loud and consisted of two syllables: his lover's name. That made the March Warden so hard he feared he would come as soon as he slid inside the tight hole clenching around his finger. He lapped the hot nipple under his lips and kissed it before straightening up.

The woodland prince lay across the table top, head thrown back, hair a wild mess, mouth wide and panting for breath, the single leg supporting him trembling while the other hung limply over the edge, revealing the relaxing penis, still red and wet with semen, nestled amid the thatch of honey-coloured curls. There was a dark bite mark over the left nipple and that gleamed in the firelight, too, being coated with Haldir's saliva, as it rose and fell with every breath. The sight was startlingly erotic, for while Haldir had reduced many an elf to this state, none of them had been Legolas, who was his alone and who alone held his heart.

While he took all this in, Haldir wasted no time, scooping up Legolas' release and using it to coat his seeping organ. An almost painful moan left him and he lunged forward, lifting Legolas' dangling leg and penetrating him fully with a powerful thrust that sheathed him to the balls. The woodland prince went rigid beneath him and ground out a grating wail, nails digging into his shoulder, eyes sealing shut as his back arched and he struggled to ease the discomfort.

"Ai! It burns!" he seethed through gritted teeth. Haldir was well endowed and though he was no virgin it had been some time since Legolas had been breached this way. Now he was aware of nothing but the hot flesh shoved inside him, the male organ huge, spreading his channel and shocking to his psyche.

"As it should," instructed Haldir. "Do not fight it; submit to me."

He pulled back and drove in again, a resounding slap echoing as their flesh connected. He heard another sharp gasp but ignored it, knowing it was but a matter of time before the pleasure drove these initial objections away. Indeed, his next thrust raised a vigourous shout of delight from his mate and Haldir answered with a triumphant yell of his own. On the next impact, Legolas' body met him eagerly, hips pivoting forward to enhance the sensation. They found a rhythm that worked and rapidly approached the moment of culmination. Wanting to give his mate the full experience, Haldir reached between them and found the resurgent erection that had been so insistently prodding his belly with every thrust. Expertly he worked it, watching as Legolas escalated to his peak.

"Haldir!" shouted Legolas, eyes wide as they locked with the Lorien warrior's. "Valar!" His body dissolved into a thousand stars and his soul went floating on great swells of pleasure generated by the penis spearing him so precisely. At the same time, a warm rush of fluid shot along the walls of his bowels and he gasped, realising this was Haldir's seed.

"Legolas!" The voice answering was loud, impassioned, frantic. Haldir did not want their union to end. If he could stay hard and fuck this elf forever he would have found paradise, but such was not possible and his vigour drained as his seed left him. It was the most exquisite form of exhaustion, however, and he smiled through the sweet and lingering tremors coursing through his nerves. "Legolas," he said again, his voice quiet and filled with wonder, his eyes focused on the same expression filling his beloved's.

Suddenly the realisation broke over him: heart to heart, body to body, spirit to spirit, they were bound for evermore. He bent down to claim his mate's lips and shared a lingering kiss.

Manadh (The End)
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