Title: Dance With Me (8/13)
Author: Hare (harefic@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me in any way imaginable nor am I profiting from this story.
Timeline: This is a flashback story from Lindon-Second Age to Gondolin-First Age, and back again – many, many times.
Warning: Very explicit sexual scenes, angst, rape (part 11)
Beta: Ophelialaughs & Ezimachia – The perfect 1-2 beta-punch! All mistakes are mine.
Summary: Three lives, two elves, one love.
Gondolin - First Age
Guilt coursed through Erestor. He had abandoned his charge, Limithil yet he did not move to rejoin her. Nay, instead he remained lying on his back, and stared into the black night with its white splash of a million twinkling stars. He was as far from the celebration as possible but the sounds of merriment still carried to this spot. It seemed the sounds taunted him and though he begrudged the elves of Gondolin nothing this evening, he still felt the sting of his separateness. He was different, and had been from the first time he and his naneth had joined the elves from Valinor. Now, being in love with Glorfindel furthered that separation. But at the moment he found he could not bring himself to care much what anyone thought of him.
He was content to wallow in a moment of self-pity before moving onto the next crisis, which would probably present itself tomorrow when it was determined the entire harvest had been used for this evening’s feast. Erestor exhaled softly and concluded that righteous sorrow seemed more gratifying when one was alone in the dark night with the vastness of Ilúvatar’s universe to contemplate.
Adrift in his thoughts, he vaguely heard the approach of someone but still startled when a soft head of hair plopped itself on his shoulder. The strong smell of wine assailed him as the unknown elf’s breath panted in his ear. With a quick glance his spirits immediately lifted as he confirmed that Glorfindel had indeed joined him and lay flat on his back, his head on Erestor’s shoulder, and his face directed toward the starry night sky.
“Ecthelion rescued his daughter from my clutches soon after you departed, and last I saw he stared daggers at any ellon who dared to approach.”
Erestor chuckled. “He really should not smother Limithil so. She is a bright ellith with a sensible disposition.”
“’Tis an easy comment when one is not Adar to a daughter.”
“What say ye then, Glorfindel, as you have no daughters either.”
A long silence greeted Erestor’s statement until finally he looked at Glorfindel to see if he was still awake and noted that he now held himself with a strange rigidness. Once again, at a loss to explain this sudden change of mood, he quickly moved to a new topic of conversation as he was loathe to lose this rare alone time he so craved with Glorfindel.
“Do you suppose we will be floating free through all the universe once Arda breaks?”
“I know not,” came the immediate reply.
“Have you never thought on it?”
“Nay. My thoughts tend to center ‘round more physical activities.”
Erestor snorted as he turned to face Glorfindel and witnessed the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. This glint gave way to a more serious look as he reached out and grabbed Erestor’s hand.
“There is a dance which none can forbid us.” He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips across Erestor’s. “I have missed you.”
Glorfindel smiled then, sweet and seductive, as he rose and headed away towards his house. With no hesitation, Erestor stood and followed he, a dark shadow behind his golden friend, and if there was a sense of something significant missing, he rejected it without introspection.
As they passed through the city, Glorfindel was greeted by many admirers to whom he pleasantly nodded as he strode unhesitatingly forward. Erestor trailed Glorfindel, a mere afterthought, and none sought to engage him as he seemingly slid by the throngs unseen, pulled along by an invisible thread of desire. His lust swelled as he watched the sway of Glorfindel’s backside and the delicate way his long blond tresses caressed the sensual curve of his buttocks. It was a sight of which he never tired.
They slipped into the house of the Golden Flower where Glorfindel’s brightness and his shadow flowed up the stairs to the promise. The promise of a dance. A dance they sought to right the imbalance which tilted their world.
As Erestor entered the room, Glorfindel fell into his embrace. He relished the moment. Glorfindel seemed content to merely be held as he lightly ran his hands up and down Erestor’s back. The difference of this night was evident. Thorough exploration replaced the urgency of their prior couplings and at Erestor’s insistence Glorfindel stumbled willingly to the bed.
Clothing was leisurely removed and pushed aside as their slow seduction moved them toward ultimate consummation. Erestor teased and indulged himself in the worship of Glorfindel’s body. He knew this was where he belonged, with the elf he loved. There were many needs yet unfulfilled, so much to learn about each other. He felt as if he hardly knew the elf beneath him, yet, for a time he found it was enough to stroke this perfect being in his arms, to revel in the feel of his silky skin, the quickening of his breath, and the steel of his aroused state.
Glorfindel kissed him then. His tongue lazily explored Erestor’s lips before delving into his mouth, forcing him open, pressed forward and traced every inch inside possessing him with its sweetness. Erestor rolled them onto their sides giving Glorfindel more freedom to search him, to discover how to make him squirm and plead.
“I want you, all of you, this night,” Glorfindel gasped into his ear.
Erestor wanted this also yet he still experienced some reticence regarding the act to follow, and so he slowed his exploration of Glorfindel’s body, banked down his lusty hunger, and took Glorfindel’s warrior-roughened hands in his own. He placed them on his forehead.
"This says aye.”
He moved them down to his chest, and he laid Glorfindel’s hands over his heart.
"And this is emphatically urging me on."
He dragged Glorfindel’s hands down to his fully erect groin, smiling a bit shyly.
"This is a resounding yes."
Erestor then placed Glorfindel’s hands around behind him and he softly moaned as Glorfindel gently stroked his cleft.
"But this,” he hesitated, “this is unsure."
Glorfindel continued to explore the dark recesses of Erestor’s buttocks while a lazy but predatory smile found its way to his lips.
"Trust in my powers of persuasion this eve, Erestor."
He moved and gently caressed Erestor’s raven-capped head.
"Heed what you hear here.”
He then dragged his nails lightly down Erestor’s neck to his chest, where he ran soft circles over Erestor’s left nipple.
"And here.”
Glorfindel continued his exploration down Erestor’s body to his hardened shaft
"And here."
Finally, Glorfindel’s reached around to firmly cup Erestor’s buttocks. The grasping hands forced him apart while a finger lazily grazed over his tight opening.
“And this will not be disappointed. It will be good if you but relax and trust me."
Without hesitation and not awaiting affirmation, Glorfindel pinned Erestor beneath him, covering him with his heavier body. Erestor had a disconcerting moment as he was pressed down into the bed, odd but not unwelcome. Coherent thought fled when Glorfindel’s hot mouth consumed him as he slowly maneuvered Erestor onto his belly. A hand brushed down the side of his body, causing a rippling of sensations; kisses trailed down to the small of his back, sending him higher, until a moist tongue passed over his opening and his nerves sang with pleasure. As it breached him, Erestor found himself pushing back for more.
He stilled briefly, anticipating pain, as Glorfindel’s slick fingers entered him, stretching the tight ring of muscle. They felt large and clumsy as they fought to widen him, but as Erestor willed himself to relax and open to the invasion, Glorfindel’s exploration seemed more deliberate, stroking and lovingly searching for the pleasure while dually relaxing the muscle. A cry broke from his lips when Glorfindel’s finger grazed over the gland within him. Sensual satisfaction flooded through him and filled his groin as he once again abandoned himself to the siren’s call of lust.
He felt bereft as Glorfindel’s fingers left him and loudly complained of the emptiness until he felt the blunt head of thick, heavy flesh pushing into him, impaling him. A flare of pain ignited and he thrashed and surged forward as it felt like he was actually split wide open. Erestor squirmed, trapped by the agonizing pressure which increased, gasping pitifully, as Glorfindel tightened the grip on his hips preventing escape.
And then Glorfindel moved, boring him with firm deep strokes, commanding him to submit while whispering words with no meaning into Erestor’s ear. Erestor could not relax, could not understand the depth of the pain involved with this act, could not tie it in with the love he felt for Glorfindel. It was emotionally devastating and he hated it! But he kept trying, searching for the pleasure in this act, reached for it, begged for it until it was almost there.
There were moments when the sensation was good - tiny sparks, brief and shocking, when Glorfindel touched the gland within him and he quivered from the strange bliss. That faint flutter of excitement enticed him to complete the act and not call out for Glorfindel to cease. Within Glorfindel’s iron grip he could move little but a minute shift changed the angle of his thrust and when it hit Erestor cried out a long splintering howl of satisfaction.
Glorfindel reached forward then and fisted his sagging erection. Pleasure and pain fought for dominance until pleasure asserted its marginal victory and Erestor stiffened, his entire body spasmed, and Glorfindel’s orgasm filled him. Their cries of release shattered the night, and the words “I love you!” echoed ominously in the room.
The fog of pain and pleasure lifted when Glorfindel quickly pulled from his body and rolled away. Erestor immediately berated himself for his temporary lapse in calling out the words he knew Glorfindel would not heed. Slowly, he moved onto his side and found that Glorfindel faced away from him. Reaching out a tentative hand, Erestor stroked Glorfindel’s sweat slicked back and felt the muscles tense at his touch.
“It is late, Erestor. Go to sleep.”
Erestor flinched from the emotionless tone. He withdrew his hand and it wandered aimlessly over the jumbled cooling sheets as Erestor searched for words to make this right again. He ached to gather Glorfindel in his arms, but the walls he thought battered down from around Glorfindel had been erected in an instant. He could see Glorfindel’s rigid posture and its coldness struck out at him. The throbbing he felt in the place Glorfindel had bored into spread throughout his body, leaving him hollow and listless. He knew not how long he lay there as despair crashed through him at a wondrous night turned suddenly tragic. The emptiness of the situation filled him with agonizing regret and his eyes shone with unshed tears.
Choked by emotion and suffocating, Erestor jumped from the cold bed as panic took hold. He pulled on his over robe, leaving the rest of his clothing in an abandoned pile, and spared a quick glance at Glorfindel’s back.
“I cannot stay tonight,” he stammered. “It slipped my mind that I have an early meeting with Ecthelion. I must go.” While his mind cried out for Glorfindel to ask him to stay.
Erestor sprinted from the room, while tears finally shed streamed down his cheeks. The image of Glorfindel’s stiff back and mocking silence taunted him forward even as Glorfindel’s essence slipped down his legs leaving a second trail of tears. He knew with dreaded certainty that the pathway of his and Glorfindel’s lives had diverged forever…
Parmasambe
Library of Imladris
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