Title: Untitled
Author: Abbi ([email protected])
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Untitled 5
By Abbi
"Why Master Elf - I thought the idea was for us to share?"
Boromir's eyes settled, to the familiar form of Aragorn. But before he could repeat his escape from the situations, the ranger had kicked him onto his back, and he stood with one foot crushing the man's chest, preventing him from running. Aragorn still held Legolas by the throat and hair, and was almost holding him off the floor, as the elf was still in a state of recovery.
"Couldn't wait for me, could you. Selfish, perhaps. I had intended for us to have a little fun first, but maybe you've had yours for now. Perhaps this…"
He produced some lengths of tough silken rope from under his cloak "...can be put to better use than you yourself intended."
And without moving his weight from Boromir, who was now somewhat lost in confusion, he proceeded to string Legolas up as if he was little more than a freshly killed chicken. He more or less dropped the elf, now bound by the arms and legs, to the floor, when he sighed quietly and lay there, waiting, for. Well, the exciting part, as far as he was concerned was that he did not know what he was waiting for.
However, Aragorn chose to ignore him. Stooping to kneel half on, half beside Boromir, he gave the man a wry smile.
"You look as if you fear me."
Swallowing hard, Boromir replied; "Ought I to fear you?"
The smile broadened. Answering one question with another, Aragorn pushed; "Would you prefer to fear me?"
Boromir hesitated, a little unsure as to what he was being asked. "Perhaps."
But as the last syllable left his lips, Aragorn slapped him full across the face. The heel of his hand dashed Boromir's teeth into his cheek and once more the man found himself swallowing, even choking on his own blood as he reeled with shots of pain that were almost ecstatic. Seeing Boromir having difficulty breathing, Aragorn turned his victim's head to the side and held it there gently as he coughed and spat streams of blood into the dark grass. After a moment, Aragorn lifted the man's head, and bent his own to it. He kissed him, slowly, and Boromir felt sure that Aragorn was purposefully cleaning him of the blood that seeped through his jaw.
Once Aragorn stopped, and laid him down, Boromir spoke, in a tone akin to that of reverence.
"If this is what it is to fear you, then I would gladly fear you, more so than the greatest enemy we face."
Aragorn smiled, but did not speak. Instead, he turned to Legolas, who had inched himself closer to the others, and watched, intently. He bent to the elf, and instead of kissing him, bit him lightly. Legolas, relaxed as he was, only sighed. Aragorn, a little disappointed with his apparent lack of enthusiasm, pushed him away, and turned back to Boromir. The man looked up at him, his breathing shallow and somewhat rushed. Aragorn was rendered almost incapable of further action as he stared back, unable to believe what was happening. Almost incapable.
He laughed, and then punched Boromir full in the face. The man gasped, and coughed some more, though he was unable to move as his arms were trapped under the ranger's legs. In the time it took for Boromir to regain awareness, he was already being twisted and coaxed into another set of ropes. Aragorn bound his wrists together tightly, and then stood back to admire the sight of the two men tied, side by side on the ground.
"Not how I had imagined it. However, it is no less pleasant than I had imagined. Not for me, at least."
Legolas smiled, widely. Boromir turned to look at him, and as their eyes met. Legolas' smile dissipated into confusion. Aragorn did not miss the look, and, walking around them, kicked Boromir into the elf, then stepped over them and forced them together. With such close proximity, Legolas felt any other action than forcing himself onto the man would have been inappropriate. The ropes dug hard into his limbs as he stretched to accommodate their kiss, and Boromir returned it thankfully.
Aragorn stood over them for a time, and then, thinking they had had their fill of comfort, drew his sword, and in one stroke, cut both his captives at the sides of their ribcages, and the blood streaked into a single pool between their bodies. Then, he slipped the sword between them, the cold steel making them both flinch as he levered them apart.
Motioning to Boromir to sit up, he knelt astride the man's legs and embraced him tightly. So tightly that Boromir first marveled at his strength, and then feared for his lungs as he was crushed so closely to the half-naked ranger's chest as to be able to feel the beat of the man's heart against his own. He felt the man's tongue trail his neck and shoulder, and shuddered quietly against the touch. Aragorn's hand traced down his spine, and then tore sharply upwards, and the wounds Legolas had opened unclotted, and sent channels of fresh blood across Boromir's back. With his bloodied hand, Aragorn then pushed Boromir onto his front, partly to see what he had done, and partly to enable them to fuck with less difficulty.
Legolas, who had decided that arrogant talk would get him nowhere with Aragorn, sounded an almost frustrated moan. His stamina had, he felt, surpassed him, and he was so turned on by their display as to be hard again already. Aragorn turned to the elf and noticed this and, without leaving Boromir's side, reached over to stroke Legolas' cock with the lightest of touches. Legolas emitted a most unbecoming yelp, and his breathing became faster. But Aragorn ignored him once more, and turned his attention back to Boromir. Divesting himself of the garments that prevented him from achieving his aim, he kept the man waiting for his sex for what felt to both of them an age. Then, as Boromir had begun to wonder if the ranger had something else in mind, he felt suddenly as if he had been split in two, as Aragorn thrust into him. He caught his breath, and managed to turn once more to see Legolas, glaring at him though the darkness. Boromir parted his lips and ran his tongue openly across his teeth, showing his enjoyment, then turned away, the better to concentrate on the sensation.
To Boromir, Aragorn felt entirely different from the elf. Instead of clawing at him, the ranger only clasped his sides tightly, almost bracing his movements against the man's body with his grip. Aragorn felt stronger, and more controlled, and whereas Legolas' earlier previous efforts had enforced a feeling which he imagined to be that felt when raped, with Aragorn, he felt more secure, and able to relax, despite the nature of events, which he still found a little disconcerting, though he could not imagine how. Then, coming to his senses as he felt Aragorn begin to come, he chastised himself for indulging in such lingering thoughts, and determined to relish the moment. This he did, indeed, relishing it so much, that he too came, somewhat awkwardly, onto the bloodstained grass. Yet even before he had regained composure, he was dismayed to find Aragorn already on his feet. He felt cold, and exposed.
Curling himself up, he shifted to see the ranger now standing over Legolas, who was staring at him with a look of both defiance and desire. The look spurred Aragorn on enough to encourage him to kneel, and, slowly take Legolas' aching cock into his mouth. Boromir watched silently as the elf moaned softly, bucking his hips to Aragorn's mouth to try and speed up his release. He noticed with some amusement that, when the elf had been satiated which happened surprisingly, Aragorn spat the liquid onto the ground, wiping his mouth fervently. Legolas lay back, his eyes closed.
Aragorn kissed him, and then did the same to Boromir.
"I thank you for the entertainment. And now I leave you to your own. If you think you can manage it, which I doubt either of you now can. I shall see you both in the morning. If you can untie yourselves."
He stepped back, and then disappeared into the mist of the fast approaching dawn.
It was some time before Boromir and Legolas managed to free themselves of their bonds, and their return was lazy. Unusually, Legolas was ignorant of the noise of his movements, and, on their return to the place where the company still slept, his footsteps awoke his two youngest companions.
Merry opened his eyes slowly, to see Pippin looking discreetly to his left.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Boromir and Legolas just walked through those trees. They've been somewhere, and I swear that they're both covered in blood."
"What?!"
But Pippin gestured to him to be silent.
"I think they're up to something. Probably trying to be all heroic and pull one over us by killing some Orcs and hoping we'll be suitably grateful in the morning. Well that isn't fair. We are always the last to know what goes on in this company."
"You're right there, Pip. We'll keep our eyes peeled tomorrow, and see if they slink off again - whatever it is they're up to, I'm sure we could be of use."
TBC in Part 6