Title: Untitled
Author: Abbi ([email protected])
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Untitled 4
By Abbi
SYNOPSIS: An earlier encounter with Legolas encouraged Aragorn to request that they should share their talents with a certain man of Gondor.
NOTES: Look, even if elves don't sleep with their eyes closed, and for that matter even if elves don't sleep, in this story, they do. I mean, Legolas has had a hectic couple of nights, and with everything awaiting him, I can't believe the boy doesn't need a little rest. This basically follows on from the other stories I've written, and I intend to prolong this series as long as everyone keeps telling me what they think!
The next day proved particularly difficult for Boromir; he could not bring himself to meet with either Legolas or Aragorn's gaze, and once Legolas had noticed this, he made it his business to make the man as uncomfortable as he could, touching him whenever possible, stroking his leg, glancing at his body whenever it would not be noticed by the others. Boromir became more and more furious, and several times Legolas fancied Boromir left the company for a time only to disguise his erection. Legolas was in a desperate state of anticipation, and, continually checking that Aragorn would be true to his word, could hardly wait for night to fall, and for them to execute their plans.
Thus it was that Aragorn kept first watch, whilst Legolas rested himself for all the time he was able, and Boromir, suspecting nothing in his exhaustion, slept soundly.
A little before
midnight , Aragorn decided it was time for to take some rest, and for Legolas to act as they had planned. He awoke Legolas with a silent kiss, and the elf, without opening his eyes, kissed back for some time before awaking fully. When he did so, he leapt to his feet and, drawing Aragorn close, whispered, "Is it time? Shall I.""Yes, provided you have not changed your mind?"
Legolas looked at Aragorn to duly inform him that the very suggestion of mind-changing was ridiculous. Aragorn smiled, with something of a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Very well. I must rest a little - I will meet you by the stones west of here by a mile or so. Warm him up. I will stay here to check he poses you no problem in the taking."
Legolas' own eyes sparkled happily.
"Do not make us wait too long!"
As Aragorn covered himself with his cloak, and lay down to sleep - with half an eye open - Legolas amused himself by silently approaching Boromir's static form. Though the soldier still slept with a hand to his sword, Legolas had no difficulty in seizing him in a manner that not only woke the him with a start, but prevented any sound or movement. As this involved lying himself on top of Boromir's torso, trapping the sword between them, and simultaneously forcing the man's mouth closed with his hand, Legolas felt a quick thrill at the thought of his illicit behaviour, and the possibility of one of the others waking up.
Boromir looked up, blankly. He could not deny to himself that he sorely wanted to spend another night with the elf, but at the same time he felt a form of guilt or anxiety that he could not identify. Thus he remained silent, and determined to see what it was that Legolas intended.
Legolas bent his head to Boromir, and whispered low into his ear.
"Will you come with me again? I think you and I have enough in common to have a lot more fun. I could teach you so much."
As Legolas did not move his hand, Boromir could only nod his consent. The elf's cocky attitude, clearly intended to oppress him, only served to excite.
Legolas, satisfied that his words had done the trick, removed himself from the ground, and sprang silently to his feet. Carefully, Boromir also stood, and as Legolas motioned for him to follow, the elf glanced over the man's shoulder to catch the briefest of smiles from the apparently sleeping Aragorn. Happy that things would go his way, the ranger turned over, and allowed himself to sleep lightly, intending to catch them up in a little time which would, he hoped, allow him a little more strength than the others. He was curious as to how Boromir would accept him, and decided that, forthcoming or not, he would ensure that Boromir knew exactly what he had been missing these past few nights.
Legolas led Boromir to the place Aragorn had named, always a few paces ahead but stopping occasionally to kiss or bite his prey. Boromir, who could not shake off the feeling that perhaps he could allow the elf this superiority, having demonstrated his own strength previously, remained silent.
However, when they reached their destination, Legolas was torn as to what to do. He did not know how long Aragorn would be and, seeing as he had been denied the dominant position before, was keen not to lose any opportunities. Yet he did not want Aragorn to find them both incapable and useless. He wrestled with his thoughts for a little time, and came to a sudden decision. Carefully, he undid his tunic, and draped it over one of the stones. He may be reckless in other areas of his life, but as far as his outward appearance was concerned, Legolas was keen to keep it as organised as possible, and he had only one spare tunic left. Boromir smiled to himself as he noticed and deduced this, and then raised his eyebrows as Legolas shot him an enticing look. The elf lay back against the upright stone; his chest miraculously showing no trace of the scars Boromir had dealt him the night before.
"Did you not know that we heal fast? It is especially convenient, I admit, if one is of my disposition."
Boromir was impressed. His own body healed quickly, but he bore many still open wounds. Not knowing what to do, he removed his own cloak and shirt, in invitation. Pleased that Boromir was quite clearly happy for him to take the upper hand, Legolas decided to act.
"Hurt me. Give me a reason to take you as I wish. Quickly now."
Struggling to maintain what he hoped was a calm expression, Boromir took up his sword, and, dealing a few false blows to prevent the elf taking the aggression too easily, suddenly slashed at Legolas' ribs. But even as the blade drew through his flesh, Legolas had grasped it in his left hand, laughing as it cut through his palm. Slightly shocked, Boromir was quickly overcome as the easily excited Legolas twisted the sword from his grip and, with a quick kick to the back of his leg, lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Keen to accomplish himself before Aragorn should find them, Legolas wasted no time in throwing Boromir onto his front and carefully taking apart his remaining clothing. At last he would have what he wanted. And hopefully, it would be just the beginning of their evening's fun.
Legolas fucked Boromir as he had desired for so long; the soldier was tough and could take the battering the strong elf gave him, though his submission was not without shouts that were, in all honesty, more for Boromir's own arousal than Legolas'. Legolas did not hold back as he had before, and where he had left now only faint bruises and scrapes, now lay open gashes of flesh, which covered Boromir's back and Legolas' chest in a slick covering of blood, which congealed between their bodies in a manner which they both appreciated. Legolas aided the moment by biting into Boromir's shoulder, and forcing down his body so as to continually crush the man to the ground, in a manner that fully demonstrated Legolas' unbearable strength. His cock drove into Boromir, and the scent and taste of the blood, coupled with the realisation of his own strength and dominance made each thrust a magnificent assault on his heightened senses.
As time passed, Boromir did begin to wonder if Legolas would ever stop - whilst he was undoubtedly enjoying the situation, he felt he would like to be able to walk the following morning. For a horrible second he contemplated the idea that orgasm was an experience denied to an elf, but this fear was assuaged by a deafening yell in his ear, and a torrent of violent-sounding elvish that he could not understand. As Legolas finally came, clutching frantically to the man's bruised shoulders, Boromir shuddered as the heat spread into his body.
Legolas collapsed onto the aching Boromir, spent, and enjoying the rush of blood and adrenaline through his veins. But he rested only a moment before he felt a force about his throat. Boromir turned over, with a little effort, as he felt the elf's weight suddenly lifted from him. In the moment it took him to focus, he heard a voice say; "Why Master Elf - I thought the idea was for us to share?"