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Author's Note: So I spent all day apart from work writing again. And so, for CL and BronxWench, here is young Thranduil managing to trick Elrond into having him. I am probably going to go to hell for this, but as long as no one mentions it to my Elrond muse, I should at least be able to finish all of my Teacher fics before I go.

Warning for minor2, but you knew that... right?

This is AU to the main story.

Wine and Wishes

They were laughing now again. Thranduil put down his quill and listened, sighing. He had borrowed books from the library in order to follow the course of study Elrond had set before he was dismissed for good, but without his teacher, the subject was dry and boring.

He'd also thought, in his misery during the weeks after that final dismissal, that he would not see Elrond again, or at least very rarely. Instead, he'd seen Elrond many times. His father kept inviting him because he'd discovered a new kind of wine, and they often drank together while his mother was away visiting relatives in Eregion. Elrond would stay more often than not, and Thranduil wondered if it was part of the torture Elrond seemed determined to inflict upon him.

Thranduil stood, his work forgotten, and walked silently to his door, opening it a crack to listen and perhaps catch sight of his teacher. He still thought of Elrond as his teacher, even though he tried to make himself forget. He could not help it. He could not help this either, even if it was deadening his fëa. To listen to Elrond laugh and talk and speak words of love to his father when they thought they were unobserved. They didn't think of him, only each other. Perhaps they had forgotten he was there.

Standing by his door, he listened carefully. The laughter had stopped now, and they were quiet. Then a low moan drifted out of the living room door. It was Elrond's voice. Thranduil bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to picture how he would look as he made that sound. Then, upset as well as aroused, he closed his door sadly and returned to his desk, trying to make sense of the history he was reading and forget that in a room next door Elrond was making love to someone else. Even if it was his own father.

He would not sleep even if he attempted it, and so Thranduil stayed up far longer than he should. It wasn't as if anyone checked upon him now. He was old enough to make his own decisions about those things. Therefore he heard the commotion in the house in the early hours, and again he crept to his door to see if he could gather what was going on.

Through the crack, Thranduil saw his father half-dressed, hurriedly pulling on the rest of his clothes as someone waited for him.

“How many families?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“At least three, and one or two elflings. It spread too quickly. They are all safe, as I say, but accommodation...”

“Yes, I know. Luckily I have some empty spaces. We should be able to get everyone settled,” his father said quietly. “I must leave a note. My lover sleeps.” Thranduil watched, curious, as his father hurriedly scribbled on a scrap of paper and left it in the living room before heading out with the other elf. His father owned some houses which he rented, and Thranduil could only assume the palaver was to do with that.

When the house was quiet again, Thranduil opened his door wider, one eye on his father's bedroom door, and went to read the note.

Meleth nín,

I have been called away in the middle of the night. A fire has gutted some dwellings I own, displacing the families within. I did not wake you. No one is injured, but it's my community. I must see to their needs before morning and get them settled somewhere, even if only temporarily.

I should not have consumed so much of that wine with you, though I think you far outpaced me. My aching head!

I will be back in the morning, hopefully before you even awaken.

Oropher

Thranduil put the note down, and pulled his dressing gown around him, thinking. His father would be gone for some time. And Elrond, he was alone and drunk in the dark of his father's bedchamber. He smiled slowly, aware of the temptation, wondering if he dared. Was he so different from his father? Or would Elrond believe the illusion?

For a moment, he imagined how angry Elrond would be if he failed to convince, and he gulped. But then, what could Elrond take from him now? His teacher had abandoned him to the library. This was entirely his own fault, Thranduil decided. They should not have teased him, flaunting their love in front of him like that. A quiet voice tried to say that they hadn't, that they didn't do anything of the kind until they assumed Thranduil was asleep, but he silenced it. No. This was his one chance.

Coming to a decision, he relaxed his arms and shrugged the dressing gown from his shoulders. Beneath it he was naked. On the table was a small glass, still half full of wine. Thranduil lifted it to his lips and drank it quickly, feeling its heat strengthen his courage. He left the gown there on the floor and went to his father's door, opening it silently and slipping inside.

The curtains were drawn, and it was so dark he could barely see. Thranduil waited, leaning with his back against the door, until he could see enough to make his way across the room to the bed. At least Elrond would not be able to recognise him. The light of the moon and stars was almost completely blocked out. Elrond would see nothing of his features.

It did occur to him as he pulled back the covers and slid beneath them that he did not know entirely how much he might be inviting, or what to do. But he trusted he would soon pick it up. He usually had no trouble grasping things. His heart was beating heavy though, and his mouth was dry with nervous fear as he reached out with a hand to make sure Elrond was there. That he was real and this was not some wickedly detailed fantasy his mind had concocted for him while he slept.

Hesitantly, he reached out to the other side of the bed and touched his teacher's shoulder. Elrond was faced away from him, but as soon as Thranduil touched him, it was as if he came to life.

“Mmm...” Elrond groaned, turning over and pulling him close so that he gasped in shocked awareness. Elrond was as naked as he was, and sleepy warm. The scent of him settled pleasurably, and Thranduil felt safe in his embrace. “You are cold. Where have you been, hmm?” His voice was slightly slurred with drink, and Thranduil could smell it faintly on his breath as he spoke.

Thranduil did not answer. He could not, for he was sure his voice would give him away. He smiled, his senses full of the joy of being in Elrond's arms, held tightly. He did not even have much time to savour it though before Elrond began kissing his jaw, lips brushing up towards his ear, tracing over the delicate curve there.

Thranduil whimpered in a mixture of bliss and guilty fear. His body trembled.

“Oh, it does not matter – you are shaking. I will warm you, meleth,” he promised, though the way he said it sounded wicked, his voice low and sensual in Thranduil's ear. He spoke as Thranduil had never dreamed to hear him, and his voice was like dark sin, rippling over him, making his body react to the intimacy of it.

Thranduil laid his palms on Elrond's shoulders, only to find his wrists held and pressed back into the softness of the bed as Elrond rolled on top of him. His heart fluttered in panic and arousal simultaneously and his stomach dipped in excitement.

“Oh, no, you don't,” Elrond chastised playfully, making Thranduil lie still beneath him. “It is my turn now.” His turn? Thranduil gulped and attempted to struggle a little, suddenly very sorry for what he had done. He did not know this at all. Elrond was clearly playing some kind of game, and Thranduil did not have any idea of the rules.

His teacher's bodyweight made it difficult to breathe, and Thranduil arched up beneath him desperately, only for Elrond to laugh and undulate his hips. Thranduil moaned then, his eyes drifting shut as he felt the hardness of Elrond's erection rubbing up against his own. In his imaginings they had touched, they had gone further than that but Thranduil had not imagined this. It was too real, too hot and heavy. It occurred to him then that he had dreamed of Elrond giving him things, not taking them. A short second later he wondered just how much trouble he was in.

Afraid, Thranduil opened his mouth to reveal his identity, but then Elrond's lips were on his, and a tongue was sliding into his mouth, keeping him quiet. It felt so strange. Was this how it was done? Thranduil whimpered into the kiss, registering the electric feel of Elrond's tongue against his own, but it seemed like too much again, demanding and suffocating.

When he drew back, Thranduil tried to catch his breath, panting as quietly as he could, turning his face away.

“I can taste the wine in you. You are mischievous as an elfling!” Elrond laughed slowly. “Is that what you left our bed for?” Too afraid to speak now, Thranduil shook his head mutely, his eyes wide, but it was too dark for Elrond to see him. The fingers of his hands opened and closed helplessly where his teacher held his wrists to the bed, and he was so overcome he felt weak and useless. Then Elrond's weight descended on him again, and he gave a panicked little sound as Elrond's lips sought his neck.

The touch of Elrond's lips there tickled pleasantly, and his whole body relaxed as if it was out of his control. He automatically turned his head to give Elrond more room, the alarmed noise having died down to a mewl of pleasure.

“Mmm...” said Elrond, as if deliberating over an essay, the sound vibrating against the pulse in Thranduil's neck, then he bit down hard, sucking, and Thranduil forgot how to breathe. It hurt! It felt so good! It was as if Elrond possessed him through that single touch alone. Elrond let go of his wrists and pulled Thranduil's arms around his waist. He needed no bidding, and held his teacher close to him, to get more of that sensation. So contradictory. His cock throbbed in need, and then Elrond moved against him again, giving him some relief. Thranduil did not know now whether he was sorry or glad to have dared this.

Elrond finished the bite and licked at his neck, which made him moan helplessly, fingertips pressing into Elrond's back for more.

“You always melt for me when I do that,” Elrond murmured, his words full of love. Then he swept his hands down Thranduil's sides lightly, making him shiver in lust. “But what is this?” he asked curiously, and Thranduil's heart stuttered. What did he mean?

“Spread your legs for me,” he said, and Thranduil obeyed. Suddenly Elrond's weight adjusted so that it was more comfortable, more of his weight was pressing in just the right place. “Better,” Elrond noted, although his voice slurred so he did not pronounce the word properly. “Much more welcoming.”

Thranduil's heart blossomed with fear again as it occurred to him what Elrond meant by that, and he gulped, wanting to shake his head. Wanting more than that to confess, but how could he now? Elrond would hate him for this, and rightly so. This thing he had done was so wrong. But he could not back out now. There was no escaping this, and he would have to endure it to the end.

Elrond's hand reached down between them then and Thranduil dare not move, but then warm fingers wrapped around his erection, pulling at him. “You are aching for my touch, meleth nín,” Elrond said in satisfaction, working his hand in some magical way that had Thranduil torn away from his thoughts and his fears, moaning with abandon, pushing up into his teacher's hand as if begging for more. Oh, faster, yes! Thranduil whined when the hand on him slowed.

“You have not said one word, yet you are very vocal and quick to pleasure. I must remember to have a regular and reliable supply of this wine laid in,” Elrond teased. Thranduil could not answer. Elrond seemed to know exactly what he was doing, keeping him close to the edge. “I will enjoy you like this,” Elrond said secretly into his ear, his warm breath there made a shiver work its way down Thranduil spine.

Thranduil's hands slipped down Elrond's back, and he was only semi-aware that he was squeezing Elrond's buttocks, longing for more of his hand, wishing to beg for it in words but he could not. He groaned and pushed upwards again, trying to make him go faster.

“You want more?” Elrond asked, merciless.

“Mmm...” was all Thranduil could say, biting his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Then you shall have it,” Elrond promised with a little laugh of pleasure. “I will fill you up with me,” he said, quickening his hand a little, and Thranduil expressed his pleasure at that without realising what he begged for. “Until you cannot think of anything else save the way I possess you.”

Thranduil moaned again, his hands clutching tight to Elrond. He was almost there! And yet that was when Elrond let him go, adjusting his weight somehow so he was further down. Lost in his near release and crying out in dismay, at first Thranduil didn't even realise what Elrond intended. His teacher was experienced, quick and efficient, and Thranduil felt his buttocks spread, and the head of Elrond's hardness at his virgin opening before he could even react.

Elrond pushed hard, not quite breaching him, and Thranduil responded by crying out in alarm and pushing with his heels frantically to move himself up the bed and away. A moment later he realised Elrond had almost hurt him badly, and he whimpered, sure now he must be discovered.

“Ah!” Elrond said, two strong hands grabbing his thighs to pull him back down. “Forgive me, meleth, but I am too drunk. I did not even think, I am sorry.”

Elrond's weight moved, and Thranduil tensed, ready to run from the bed and the room. A heavy and insistent hand on his waist stopped him. “Roll over onto your front, and I will ready you.”

Whether Thranduil chose it or not, his teacher physically rolled him over, warm palms roving all over his back in a light massage that made him sigh, even though he feared what Elrond might do next.

His teacher leaned over him to the night stand and retrieved something. Thranduil sighed into the pillows, still hard but ignored, pressing into the sheets below himself. He moved a little, and Elrond slapped his bottom smartly. Thranduil yelped.

“None of that now,” he said, as stern as Thranduil had ever heard him. Hearing that made him still immediately, his mind suddenly dizzy with need and overcome with a hundred or so fantasies of Elrond doing just that to him. The reality was far better than his imaginings. The shock and the pain lingered longer.

When Elrond's oiled forefinger slid between his buttocks, Thranduil tensed, then deliberately relaxed. His father would be well used to this! He must not give himself away, not now! And yet as Elrond pressed that finger against him, it was as if his body rebelled, and he could not will it to allow entry there.

Still, Elrond was persistent, and soon his finger was past the resistance of the outer muscle, sinking into him. Thranduil drew in a breath of sudden understanding. What was going to happen to him could not come to pass. It could not! It would hurt! Elrond's finger hurt enough – so uncomfortable, invading him. In his imaginings it had been nice. Easy. Not like this.

“You are so tight!” Elrond said, surprised. “I did not realise I had outpaced you so much in our drinking. Relax now.”

Thranduil tried, and he must have succeeded at least in part, because Elrond praised him. His forefinger began sliding in and out, over and over, until Thranduil even grew used to it. His body was so sensitive there, and yet it began to feel like a kind of dream. Just a little deeper each time. A little more... Thranduil felt as though he must melt into the pillows. Elrond did it so slowly, so tenderly. He began to make little noises of lust, unable to help it, and then Elrond touched something inside him that felt so marvellous Thranduil suddenly moaned out loud, pushing back for more, his neglected cock responding to Elrond's touch so deep inside him.

“There...” Elrond said happily. “I have you now.” He massaged with his finger, and Thranduil felt like he was floating. His mouth hung open and he made high-pitched sounds of desperation each time that he could not stop. His hands clutched at the pillows and released them over and over.

Elrond's finger pulled out completely, then pressed at him again, but it seemed different now. There were two, Thranduil realised, still riding the high. Two fingers inside him, again with that gentle teasing forward. Thranduil whimpered and pushed back again, eager to feel that sensation Elrond could give him.

“This wine has made your body so pleasing,” Elrond murmured. “I shall have to try you on it when I am sober to properly appreciate its effects.” And then he was pressing there again, and all Thranduil could do was want and move and beg with his body for more. He felt like he was burning, but in a pleasant way, as if he would come, but the moment before it was being stretched out so long. It felt fantastic.

“Ahh...” he moaned. And then: “Elrond...” Thranduil's heart stuttered to a near stop when he realised his mistake. Had Elrond noticed?

“I know what you want, meleth nín,” Elrond said, sounding pleased at hearing his name. “Soon it will be me inside you, making you moan my name like that.”

Thranduil relaxed again, and Elrond's touch left him. He felt hot still, his mind cloudy and useless as he waited for it to return. At some point he had spread his legs wide on the bed, wide enough for Elrond to settle between them. Suddenly, it was not as frightening to feel Elrond's cock pressing against him there. Suddenly it was right, and Thranduil wanted it more than anything else in the whole of Arda. Yes. He moaned and pressed back as Elrond held his hips. Then Elrond thrust inside him, and Thranduil's world changed for good.

It still hurt, despite the penetration with fingers and oil, and he cried out in sudden shock. And yet... as Elrond moved slowly, working inside him in little forward movements, Thranduil began to believe this was a different kind of pain. It hurt where his hardness passed, but it was so very intimate. He could not think of any pain that was the same as this burning rush of sensation.

“Oh, you feel so good,” Elrond moaned in the darkness. “Let your body open up a little, meleth, please,” he begged.

Thranduil did not know what his teacher wanted him to do, but he relaxed and Elrond was deeper inside him then, the pain morphing to something else. Something that was both, that made him want more, then Elrond's weight moved behind him, and his next thrust hit that place inside Thranduil that made him weightless again.

For a long moment Elrond just rocked inside him there, until his limbs were trembling and useless, until all the pain had fled leaving only pleasure.

“I could fuck you like this until you come,” Elrond whispered in the dark. “Or I could move. Your choice, meleth.”

Thranduil tried to speak, he'd forgotten why he should not, and yet he could not seem to form any words. He made some unintelligible sounds of frantic need, fingertips scraping over the pillows.

“Say my name again,” Elrond commanded.

“El... rond...” Thranduil managed in a hoarse whisper, so loaded with sensation that he felt he might die, no longer caring about anything except that Elrond should move. He had his wish. Elrond pulled back and then plunged deep inside him again, holding there, making him whimper as his world disintegrated once more.

“Again,” Elrond said. This time, all Thranduil could do was moan. Elrond had no mercy upon him, and he thrashed beneath his teacher, getting precisely nowhere. The bed beneath his cock felt wet with fluid, but he was still hard! How was that possible? Thranduil did not know, and he felt wetness on his face, only then becoming aware of the tears. He tried to speak.

“Elrond...” The same whisper as before, and again he was rewarded with a single movement. Thranduil sobbed. “Please...” he begged, and this time Elrond did not stop, but continued in a more bearable in and out motion. He realised he could hear their joining, a wet sound as Elrond moved back and forth, and he groaned in lust, longing for resolution.

When Elrond pulled him back and up to his knees, he went willingly, rewarded with Elrond's hand on his cock as they continued, resuming that beautiful squeezing. His body began to feel sore inside, and now Elrond's movements were hard and sudden, as if his teacher was slamming into him. He came with a stuttering cry onto Elrond's hand, all of his muscles giving out as Elrond held him up so that his body could continue to take all of that hard cock. And then Elrond came too, with a growl that sounded greedy and possessive, hands tight on his hips now, fingers digging into his flesh.

It felt warm inside him, forgiving as Elrond softened, and then pulled away, letting Thranduil back down onto the bed gently. Elrond settled beside him, pulling Thranduil into his arms so that his teacher's chest was pressed against his back.

“And now you are warm, we will sleep,” Elrond said in amusement, his voice already blurry with more than alcohol. There was a sucking sound, and Thranduil groaned when he realised Elrond was licking his own fingers.

Thranduil waited for a long time, his lower body throbbing with sensation while Elrond drifted back off to sleep. He waited for far longer than he thought he should, just to be sure, then he carefully – regretfully – moved out of Elrond's embrace and tiptoed gingerly to the door. He looked back at the bed, but it was too dark to see his former teacher's slumbering form.

When he left the room, he closed the door and went to retrieve his robe from the living room floor. Everything was as he had left it, or almost. Thranduil stared at the wine glass for a full minute in confusion. He had definitely drunk it, but here it was, full to the top. He looked around, worried to have been observed. A figure moved in the hallway, and Thranduil hurried to the door, just in time to see his father's servant Galion making his way to his own room.

Troubled, Thranduil walked back to the glass of wine Galion had left for him and drank the contents in another single gulp. It made his aching and useless limbs feel a little more solid. He still felt wet inside with Elrond's essence, but that was all right. Thranduil went back to his own room and climbed into his lonely bed. He slept well for the first time in weeks, though in the morning he was not as bright as usual, and upon questioning by his father, he admitted to having drunk some of the wine.

“Then your aching head serves you right, ion,” said his father with a smirk, rubbing a sore head of his own. Elrond, though, he did not seem affected at all, and Thranduil knew that he had been very intoxicated. Perhaps it was the Maiar in him. Sitting to the other side of him, Elrond's eyes lingered on Thranduil over breakfast as if troubled.

It wasn't until later that Thranduil saw what Elrond had noticed in his mirror. A large purplish bruise on one side of his throat. He touched it with wonder, and felt somewhat pleased with himself. Elrond probably did not even remember.

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