When his lover finally allowed Elrond’s long denied release, he arched his back and cried out, nearly passing out from the intensity of his climax. Sated and boneless, the elf lord wanted to curl up and hug Ereinion, but he needed his limbs free for that. Wiggling his arms, he tried to get Gil’s attention.

“Did you desire something, meleth?” Ereinion teased. “If I release your bonds, will you behave?”

Wide-eyed and still breathless, Elrond nodded. As the silk scarves were removed from his wrists and ankles, he sighed as each was lovingly kissed and the red skin gently tended. When he reached to remove the gag, his arms were restrained by large, strong hands. Bright grey eyes begged the stormy grey-blue ones above him.

“Hmmm… I find I like you this way. Pliant, and oh so quiet.” As the grey eyes narrowed, Gil-Galad laughed. “Very well. But have you learned your lesson? No more nonsense concerning Erestor?” Carefully unknotting the blue silk scarf, Ereinion leaned down and kissed the red streaks extending from the corners of Elrond’s mouth.

Snuggling into the strong arms encircling him, Elrond mused aloud. “Can you blame me for being concerned? He is quite beautiful and those large brown eyes of his follow your every move.”

Ereinion closed his eyes and languidly drew circles on his lover’s back. He quietly spoke. “If it as you say, then Gildor needs to speak to him. That he become enamored of me was never our intent. I would loathe myself, if I hurt one so young.”

Confused, the Peredhel asked, “What does Gildor have to do with this?”

“Ah, meleth, my initiation of Erestor was simply a means to an end. The youngling was already two years past his majority and still refused to honor the rites. Gildor began to be concerned that it could impair his ability to perform his duty. Being a Shadow Stalker requires internal harmony to counter the strain of their duties; Erestor was denying himself for no good reason. That is done with. He is now quickly demonstrating that Gildor is a keen judge of potential, and proving me right, yet again.” The king finished smugly.

Elrond sighed, pleased that he had no competition for the king’s affections. “If that is all it was, then.”

Slightly annoyed that his lover still doubted, Gil-Galad decided to push him further. “Ah, no, actually that is not all it was. Erestor is bewitching and I was thrilled to be the one to deflower him.” Elrond stiffened and tried to pull away, but he was held fast. “It was determined that it would take my bedding someone as beauteous as him to finally get your attention, so I did. That I aided Gildor’s need as well, was simply icing on the cake.”

Looking up into sparkling grey-blue eyes, Elrond felt himself fall again as his lips were gently teased and he was gifted with the most tender and loving kiss he had ever known. “So, you intended that I be jealous?” He tried to push away from the strong muscled chest, but only succeeded in having his hands gripped tightly above his head as he was rolled over onto his back, with his lover straddling him.

“I love you, my only. I had no further patience, so Gildor suggested this course of action, and it worked. Would you rather I had waited for you to make the move, in whichever age that might have occurred?” Ereinion nipped at the leaf-shaped ear and suckled it lightly, while rubbing their re-awakening arousals together.

Gasping, Elrond attempted to reply, “No… Ungh!”

“I thought not.” Ereinion pulled back and smiled wickedly, for he intended to insure that Elrond would never again doubt who held his heart.

The End

Translations:
Meleth – love