Cooking with Elves

Rating: NC-17

Beta: larian_elensar

Warnings: m/m, graphic sex, bawdy humor, rimming, serious abuse of dark chocolate ganache.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This story is written for entertainment purposes only.

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He peeked around a corner and discovered, to his delight, a large, stone floored area with a large fireplace, a huge table, and many pots and pans hanging from hooks in the ceiling. His stomach growled, reminding him of his quest.

“There you are, beautiful,” Elladan said as he took a small sauce pot down from it‘s hook. “We’d wondered where you’d gotten yourself off to.”

“We missed dinner,” Faramir said with a little guilty shake of his head. He entered the room and stood next to the wood table.

Elladan tisked. “You should have told us,” he chided.

Elrohir moved past his brother and retrieved a small box from a cupboard. “We were also hungry and came down to make a treat.”

“What are you making?” Faramir asked.

“Chocolate, I believe you call it.” Elrohir responded.

Faramir nodded his head. He’d had chocolate, the sweet confection was always a hit in Minas Tirith. Their cook, a large man with arms the size of an oilifant trunk and the disposition of a rabid boar, made a rich, warm drink of it when the weather grew cold.

Elladan stoked the fire while Elrohir began tossing dry ingredients into the sauce pan. He smiled as Faramir’s tummy growled again.

“I seem to have regained my appetite,” Faramir said with a slight blush.

Elladan rose from the fire and grinned at Faramir. “All of them, I should think.”

Faramir cleared his throat. “Well… Yes..”

The twins laughed and Elrohir moved the pot towards the hob while Elladan retrieved a large wooden spoon and a small crock of cream. Faramir watched them stirring the ingredients over the fire. Within a short time, the mixture became a thick, creamy sauce, much darker and thicker than the drink Faramir was used to.

“Almost ready,” Elladan said with a satisfied smile as he raised the spoon and allowed some of the mixture to drizzle back into the pot.

“Do you drink it?” Faramir wondered as he eyed the thickness of the sauce.

Elrohir gave the Man a startled glance and then an impish gleam spread over his features. “Nooooooo.”

Elladan, seeing his brother’s grin, shook his head. “Wicked elfling, what are you thinking?”

“Then what do you do with it?” Faramir cut in.

“You dip things in it,” Elladan answered, trying to forestall his brother. “Like apples.”

“Nuts,” added Elladan. “Raisins. Princes.”

Faramir grunted with surprise at the last one. As the chocolate was removed from the fire, he saw how creamy and thick it really was and suddenly the idea of being coated in it held a strange, rather erotic appeal to it. He tried to squash the thought, but for some reason, his tongue disobeyed his command, which he found it frequently doing in the company of the twins. “Elves, too?” He heard himself ask.

Elrohir dragged his finger through the cooling liquid and then held it up to Faramir’s lips. “Especially elves.”

Faramir’s lips parted and he sucked Elrohir’s finger into his mouth, tasting the salty tang of the elf’s flesh beneath the bittersweet of the smooth chocolate. He moaned softly as he sucked the finger to the back of his throat. Slowly, he allowed Elrohir to withdraw his finger and then smacked his lips appreciatively. “Elves taste very nice coated in chocolate.”

“That’s not the best part,” Elrohir answered as he again dipped his fingers into the pan.

“Elrohir, no!” Elladan smacked his brother’s knuckles, forcing the hand deeper into the chocolate. “What if someone comes?”

Elrohir arched his brow and his lips curved into a smile as the pun was left hanging in the air between them.

“Elrohir!”

The elf raised his coated hand and ran his fingers over Faramir’s lips, leaving behind a trail of chocolate. Elladan licked his own lips in response, imagining he could already taste Faramir and the confection. Elrohir leaned forward and captured Faramir’s lips with his own, sucking and nibbling at the full bottom lip and running his tongue along the outer corners of Faramir’s mouth, lapping at the chocolate like a kitten lapping at milk.

Faramir felt the familiar tightening against his laces and squirmed as Elrohir’s tongue finally darted into his mouth, tasting of chocolate. Elladan stared hard at his brother and the Prince, watching the chocolate smear around their joined mouths and the way his brother’s tongue darted in and out of Faramir’s warm mouth.

“Delicious,” Elrohir breathed as he at last pulled away from Faramir.

Faramir’s face twisted into a evil smile. He dipped his fingers in the chocolate and dragged it beneath Elrohir’s chin. His lips followed his fingers, licking and sucking at the succulent chocolate-coated flesh. He sank his teeth delicately into the warm skin, leaving a small bruise at the base of Elrohir’s throat. His hands roamed over Elrohir’s chest, pulling open the tunic and revealing the fine, smooth skin beneath.

Impulsively, Elladan reached into the pot and came up with a handful of sweet, sticky, chocolate. He ran his hands over his brother’s skin and he smiled as Faramir’s head bent and began lapping at the confection, following the elf’s hand as it trailed down and down.

Elrohir shivered as the warm chocolate hit his skin and then moaned as Faramir’s lips and tongue followed. His fingers dragged at the elf’s breeches, pulling open the laces, exposing his hardening cock to the warm, kitchen air. Elladan’s hand immediately followed, covered in thick, syrupy chocolate. And Faramir’s mouth opened wide, his tongue lathing the elf’s groin, slurping the chocolate into his mouth.

Elladan scooped more chocolate into his hand and grasped his brother’s cock firmly. He stroked it, smearing chocolate up and down the rigid shaft, coating the tip. As he removed his hand, it was eagerly replaced by Faramir’s mouth and Elrohir swayed on his feet as he was engulfed. He moaned as Faramir’s tongue slid along the bulging vein and he felt his tip brush the back of Faramir’s throat.

Grinning to his brother, Elrohir whispered, “I thought you were worried about someone coming?”

“I think,” replied Elladan as he scooped up more of the chocolate, “several people will.” He pushed coated fingers between his brother’s cheeks before kneeling behind him.

Helplessly, Elrohir grabbed Faramir’s hair and steadied himself as his brother tongue roamed between his cheeks and Faramir’s tongue danced over his cock. His toes curled in his shoes and his knees felt a little weak. A slick tongue pushed inside of him and he whimpered.

Pulling away from Elrohir, Faramir tilted his head to watch Elladan rimming his brother. He could see whorls of chocolate on the smooth skin. Moving around behind Elrohir, Faramir joined Elladan, spreading Elrohir wider. They knelt, Man and elf, side-by-side, and ran their tongues along Elrohir’s bottom, licking off the chocolate, until Elrohir had to clutch the table for support. Faramir sank his teeth into the firm bottom before nudging Elladan aside, replacing the elf’s tongue with his own. He curled his tongue, sliding it in and out of the puckered opening, still tasting chocolate. He felt a warm hand wriggling inside his breeches and he moaned, sending chills along Elrohir’s spine. He glanced down and saw that his own cock was coated in chocolate and he smiled wickedly. Gaining his feet, he moved to lean against the table, thrusting his hips outward so that his cock bobbed and dripped chocolate onto the stone floor.

Bending at the waist, Elrohir took Faramir into his mouth. He started at the tip, licking and slurping and running his tongue along the slit. With aching slowness, he moved downward, sucking the chocolate off a little at a time and causing Faramir to squirm and buck his hips, trying to thrust harder into the elf’s warmth.

Elladan trailed chocolate over Faramir’s chest and nipples before bending his head to take a puckered disk between his lips. He stroked it lightly with his tongue. Then he sucked it. When all the confection was gone, he bit the distended disk. Faramir gasped and Elladan moved on to the other nipple. He reversed the process. First he took the disk between his teeth and bit it. Then he drew it deeply into his mouth and sucked it until all the chocolate was gone. At last he stroked his tongue over it, soothing where he’d bitten and sucked.

Reaching out, Faramir grabbed the front of Elladan’s tunic, and with total disregard for the fine fabric, ripped the garment open. The material gave easily, tearing along the laces and exposing the elf’s skin. He snagged the cooled chocolate and drizzled it over Elladan’s chest. Gobs of chocolate dripped off the table and pooled on the floor. Paying no heed to the mess, Faramir buried his face against Elladan’s skin. His whole face was covered in chocolate, but he hardly noticed as he ran his tongue over Elladan’s body. He hissed with pleasure as he felt a finger entering his body. He wasn’t sure whose finger it was and he didn’t care. He spread his legs as much as his leggings allowed and ran his tongue over one of Elladan’s chocolate-covered nipples.

A second finger pushed into him and he kicked at the confining breeches, trying to spread his legs wider. Faramir felt hands helping him out of his leggings, but he couldn’t seem to raise his head from Elladan’s chest to watch. With his free hand, he groped again for the chocolate and found it by knocking the pan over. He dragged his fingers through the spilled liquid and shoved his coated hands inside Elladan’s leggings. Elladan helped him by unlacing his breeches and raising his hips so that Faramir’s hand could wriggle inside. Hands joined Elladan’s as Elrohir helped his brother free of his clothes.

Gently, Elrohir guided Faramir around so that he faced the table where Elladan half sprawled. Elladan swung his legs over Faramir’s head so that he lay on the table spread-eagle. Faramir’s hands eagerly roamed over Elladan’s groin until it was heavily coated. He slipped one finger beneath the elf’s bottom even as his lips closed over the heavy sack nestled beneath Elladan’s cock. He took them into his mouth and sucked and lathed them with his tongue as his finger twisted and curled inside the elf’s body. He whimpered as, behind him, Elrohir pushed against his opening, breaching him ever so slowly. He arched his hips against Elrohir and buried his face against Elladan’s groin.

Elrohir sank his cock deep inside Faramir and leaned his full weight against the Man, pinning him against the table. Faramir’s skin was slick from chocolate and a thin sheen of sweat and Elrohir had a difficult time gaining purchase on the Man’s hips. His kissed Faramir’s back and neck, his nose tickled by the ends of Faramir’s chocolate-coated hair. He sighed happily as Faramir’s muscles flexed around his cock, squeezing it deliciously.

Elladan tangled his hands in Faramir’s hair, dragging even more chocolate through the fine locks, and pushed the Man’s head harder against his cock. The Man’s mouth opened wide and he engulfed Elladan, drinking in the elf’s essence and chocolate. He added a second finger and kneaded the small nub inside Elladan’s body until the elf bucked his hips, thrusting his cock nearly down Faramir’s throat.

Bending low over Faramir’s back, Elrohir watched Faramir’s jaw and throat work. He licked his lips as watched Faramir sucking his brother’s cock. Gently he began to move, careful of dislodging Faramir or accidentally causing him to bite Elladan. The rhythm was a soft rocking motion that made all three of them moan softly.

Faramir braced his forearms against Elladan and thrust back, moving his hips against Elrohir to increase the friction. His tongue, acting of its own accord, slithered up and down Elladan, running frantically from tip to base and back again, feeling the throbbing vein and the wet slit. Elladan’s passage clenched tightly around his fingers and Faramir added a third, twisting and rotating them until Elladan drew his feet up to the table and pushed his hips upward. Faramir raised his head and clasped Elladan with his fist. He thumbed the purpled head and licked at the heavy balls. Elladan thrashed his head from side to side and whimpered.

Elrohir clutched Faramir’s hips and began moving harder, the gentle rhythm forgotten as the Man’s muscles constricted tightly around his throbbing cock. He threw back his head and began thrusting harder and harder into Faramir. The soft whimpers and moans coming from Faramir and his brother spurred him on. He dug his fingers into Faramir’s hips as his world was reduced to the sound of hoarse whimpers and the smack of his flesh against Faramir’s. Every thrust was met by Faramir, driving Elrohir deeper and harder, nudging the bundled nerves deep inside the Man’s passage. The constriction around Elrohir’s cock increased and the elf panted through gritted teeth.

Elladan felt a fourth finger enter him as Faramir stroked his length. His passage felt stretched and full and he alternately arched his back into Faramir’s palm and thrust his hips down, impaling himself further on Faramir’s fingers. Warm breath fanned his groin as Faramir, too, panted and moaned.

Faramir’s fingers grew stickier with Elladan’s cum. He could feel the muscle throbbing in his palm and the elf’s tight passage massaging his fingers. His own cock slapped and bobbed against his thigh with each thrust of Elrohir’s cock. Each thrust, in turn, brushed that spot that made lights dance before his eyes and his groin tighten. He clenched his teeth and groaned, determined not to be the first to spill his seed. His whole body tensed with the effort and his fingers pressed harder against Elladan’s prostate so that it was the elf who first arched his back with a loud cry. Quickly, Faramir tried to catch the drops as they spurted from Elladan’s slit, his tongue barely grazing over his fingers and the weeping slit as the force of Elrohir’s thrust rocked his whole body. He felt the familiar spiraling of his body and he gave in to it completely, thrusting his hips back hard against Elrohir and going rigid as his reached his climax.

With his brother’s ecstatic cry ringing in his ears, Elrohir thrust a few more times into Faramir, roughly and without any regard for anything but chasing the bittersweet sensation of release. He felt Faramir grow painfully tight around him, milking his cock, and his hands dug deeply into Faramir’s skin as he spilled himself inside the Man’s body.

They lay in a tangle of limbs and chocolate for a moment, catching their breath. Somewhere outside, a rooster crowed and all three started guiltily. Hurriedly, they grabbed up their clothes and ran from the kitchen through the back door and made their way to the bath house for a quick wash.

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The cook, a tall, slender elf with his long hair pulled in a tight braid down his back, stood in the center of his domain with a sauce pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other with which he gestured toward the table. “Look at this mess! Just look! Some one came in here and did this to my kitchen!” He waved the sauce pan around and flakes of dried chocolate drifted to the stone floor.

Erestor, who’d been called to sort out the ruckus in the kitchen, surveyed the mess with a distasteful grimace. The center table, used for mixing and baking, was covered in whorls of chocolate. Chocolate had pooled on the floor and hardened. A broken bit of lacing dangled from the table, it, too, chocolate-coated. Of course, he had his ideas about the culprits, but with little proof, all he could do was try to soothe the cook's feathers.