Chapter 1

When they'd first gotten together, Elladan had pretended to be vanilla. Pretended that he'd never felt the need for pain, for sensation to push him over the line into screaming pleasure. It had seemed safest. After all, Glorfindel couldn't be that experienced, and Elladan knew that he was vanilla.

Then they'd been on a hunting trip somere far away from Rivendell – it didn't matter since they were never going back. The natives hadn't liked strangers, and saw them as good fodder for the slave trade. Elrohir and Erestor had escaped, but Elladan and Glorfindel had been caught. Elladan had joked that life as a sex slave wouldn't be so bad, but even he had to admit that he was sweating bullets.

They were taken into a small room filled with unfamiliar equipment. It didn't matter, because there were only so many ways you could tie someone to whip them. The "testing" started with him, with Glorfindel tied in the corner and forced to watch. The sadist who ran this little dungeon was talented. He didn't have any desire to injure the merchandise. He just wanted to know how Elladan would react.

Elladan had tried to resist, but these were the talented hands of a master, and pretty soon it was out of Elladan's hands. Buttons that had gotten placed years before were being pressed, and the man laughed, palming Elladan's cock.

"I think you will go to the pleasure houses," roared the man, highly amused at Elladan's reaction.

Elladan didn't really care, hanging from the whipping frame and riding high on his body chemistry. He did care a few minutes later when he heard the sounds of arrows flying . Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Erestor fiering an arrow at the man.

Elrohir's hands were cool on his face. "Elladan? Elladan, are you well?"

While he was still finding his words to answer her, someone must have untied Glorfindel, who bulldozed past him. "Elladan, are you okay?" he asked.

That he could answer. "Sort of?"

"Great." Glorfindel's voice held sarcasm and concern. Hands were busy at his wrists, unbuckling the cuffs. "Erestor. Get ready to catch him," ordered Glorfindel.

It was a damn good thing he did, because as soon as Elladan was loose, he pretty much collapsed. "We're talking about this back on Imladris," said Glorfindel, as he helped Erestor get Elladan steady on his feet. "Can you walk out of here?"

"Yeah." Ignoring the fact that he was naked, and grateful that his cock had gone down, he followed Erestor. Glorfindel kept one hand on his shoulder, and he told himself that he was grateful, and not scared. He always had been good at lying to himself.

Elrohir had clucked over the whip marks on his back, thankfully not touching them, because that was a humiliation that Elladan did not need. Instead, he gave Elladan a cream for them. Then came the part that Elladan was least looking forward to – the embarrassing questions part of the examination.

No, he hadn't been raped, just assaulted. No, the man hadn't been interested in really hurting him, so he hadn't done more than use a whip to test Elladan's reflexes. He'd failed whatever test the man had been trying to do, judging by his response.

Twenty minutes later, the door slid open. He swore to himself as Glorfindel lowered himself to the ground next to him. "We need to talk," he said without preamble.

"No, we really don't," said Elladan. "You just need to forget what you saw. I don't expect that from you."

Glorfindel ran a gentle hand over Elladan's back and then pressed down on one of the welts, making white-hot pain and pleasure blossom behind Elladan's eyes. "What if I want to?"

Uh, what? He turned to look at Glorfindel. "What?" he said out loud. "You're vanilla."

"And you're assuming." Glorfindel continued to trace that welt, periodically pushing down on it. His other hand lifted and tangled in Elladan's hair, tipping his head to the perfect angle for Glorfindel to kiss him.

This wasn't Glorfindel's normally tentative kisses. This was a plundering of Elladan's mouth. Glorfindel's tongue licked along the seam of Elladan's lips, demanding entrance, and Elladan opened to him. Glorfindel moved in like he owned Elladan's mouth.

By the time Glorfindel backed off, releasing Elladan's hair, Elladan was hard and panting. "F-fuck," he groaned.

"Not today," said Glorfindel. "I want you to see Elrond first, and then we need to have a serious conversation. Then I'll fuck you hard enough for you to see stars."

"Aw, Glorfindel…"

"No. I want it to be you and me when we talk about this, not you, me, and that man."

With a sigh, Elladan nodded. "Fine. But I'm not going to be the only one talking."

"No, you won't be."

The meeting with his father went about as well as Elladan expected. He'd wanted him to admit that he was having a problem dealing with it. He just wanted to put it behind him. Finally, with an agreement that he would seek his father out if he had any problems dealing with it, he escaped his office. He decided to celebrate by going to the mess and looking for a soda.

Glorfindel was there with Haldir, and when Elladan entered, he looked up, meeting Elladan's eyes directly. Not wanting to potentially have this conversation, or any part of it, in public, Elladan grabbed his soft drink and headed over to where Elrohir and Erestor were sitting.

"You okay?" asked Elrohir.

"Yeah. A little sore," said Elladan. "I think I'm going to give our run tonight a miss."

"Up to you," grunted Elrohir, whose attention was returning to his snack.

Erestor reached out and took one of Elladan's hands. "You are truly well."

"Yeah, Erestor, I am. I've talked to Elrond and everything."

"That is good, Elladan," she said. "I am also glad that you have Glorfindel's support at this difficult time."

Elladan looked around frantically. He didn't know how he knew, but someone might overhear him. But he patted his hand. "I mean as a friend, of course," he added, and Elladan's breathing eased. He winked at him, and he realized that he'd done that deliberately.

Sometimes he really hated Erestor's sense of humor.

He finished his soda and decided that he was going to take advantage of the medical time off that the healer had ordered. Going back to his room, he stripped out of his clothes and lay down on top of the covers. Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths until he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, several hours had passed from the angle of the sun filtering through the curtains. He stretched and then froze as the sound of a feather on paper settled in. Turning over, he saw Glorfindel sitting at his desk, working on something.

"How long have you been there?" he asked.

"About an hour," answered Glorfindel, as he turned to face him. "You seemed to be sleeping well, so I didn't want to wake you."

"Thanks." Elladan sat up, leaning against the wall. The cool stone felt good against the welts on his back.

"You ready to have that talk now?" asked Glorfindel.

"Not really, but I guess I don't have a choice."

"No, you don't." Glorfindel put the feather down and looked at Elladan.

Elladan suddenly felt pinned in place by the way that Glorfindel was looking at him.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked. "I like being hurt occasionally."

"I figured that out, thanks," said Glorfindel. "The question is: is that all you like? Or do you get off on being dominated, or humiliated? Do you like being made to follow someone's orders? How ritualistic do you want to be?"

"It almost sounds like you know this stuff," said Elladan, surprised.

"That would be because I do, Elladan. You're not the only one with secrets." Glorfindel smirked at him.

Elladan thought about that. He would have said that Glorfindel couldn't keep a secret to save his life, but he knew that really wasn't true. He'd been working on Top Secret projects practically his whole life. Maybe it would have been more accurate to say that Elladan thought Glorfindel couldn't keep secrets from him.

But apparently he'd been wrong. "I, uh, I don't know?"

"Let me guess. You'd hit certain clubs at the city's of men, looking for a dom for the night. Someone who'd beat you, get you high on your own body, and then fuck you. That was enough, right? Never thought about hooking up with someone long term because your job wouldn't allow it."

He was surprised at how accurate Glorfindel was, but then again he was a fucking genius. His voice didn't seem to work, so he nodded.

"Well, you've got someone now. So the question is, do we take this to its potential, or do we let it drop? Stick with the plain vanilla, when we could be adding fudge swirls and peanuts?"

Elladan swallowed. It figured that Glorfindel would drop this in his lap, wait for his decision. "I don't know."

Glorfindel stood up and came over to sit next to Elladan on the bed. "What don't you know?" His voice was unbearably kind.

"I don't know if I could do this long term. In the city's of men it was only an occasional thing, you know? When the pressure got to be too much."

Elladan only realized that he was staring at the floor when Glorfindel took him by the chin and turned his face so that he was looking at Glorfindel. "And what have you done when it's gotten to be too much here on Rivendell?"

He didn't answer. He didn't need to.

"I know what you do. You take stupid risks, or you go and fight with Erestor and Elrohir, getting your ass kicked. Or you and I have dirty, sweaty sex. But it's never enough, is it?"

Elladan slowly shook his head. It wasn't. "But what we have together – it's good, isn't it?" he asked, not wanting Glorfindel to think he was unhappy when he wasn't.

Glorfindel stroked his hair. "Yes, but it could be better."

There was silence as Elladan thought about it. "Okay," he said, finally. "What do you want me to do?"

Glorfindel asked him question after question as the afternoon passed. Yes, he liked pain – the more intense the better. Sure, he was willing to try submission, but he didn't think he'd be very good at it.

Finally, Glorfindel said, "Okay, here's what I've got. You tell me if I'm wrong. You've been whipped, flogged, spanked, fucked rough, but you've never gone to your knees in submission for anyone, even though the idea intrigues you. And the idea of humiliation turns you on."

He paused, but he'd gotten it right, so Elladan didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, Glorfindel continued. "Here's the problem. healers examines us both practically every other day. That lets out anything that might leave marks. And you're always on call in case another team needs help, so that means that you need to move freely, so anything too rough is out as well."

Elladan felt as though he'd been given ice cream only to have it turn to brussel sprouts. Was Glorfindel not willing after all?

"So, basically, we've got dominance and submission, humiliation, and the occasional slap to work with."

Sighing, Elladan nodded. "Yeah."

"I can work with that."

Elladan jerked his head up to look at Glorfindel. "What?"

"Oh, like I can't use words to draw a picture. You might be reticent to the point of being non-verbal, but I think we'll both agree that that isn't an issue for me."

"I guess." The thought had never occurred to Elladan, but now that Glorfindel had put it out there, Elladan thought it just might work.

"Shall we give it a try?"

Just like that, Elladan was hard and eager for it. "Oh, yeah."

"Get down on your knees then, boy."

No one had called him boy since he was little, but Elladan's response was almost pavlovian. "Yes, sir," he murmured as he slid off the bed and knelt at Glorfindel's feet.

Glorfindel untied his leggings, pulling his cock out through the opening. "Suck me, nice and slow."

Elladan obeyed with alacrity, bending his head and sucking Glorfindel's cock into his mouth. He moved down slowly, taking him inch by inch, until his nose was buried in the wiry hair at the base.

He swallowed, and then began to slide back up. Glorfindel's hand tangled in Elladan's hair, not pushing or pulling, just a warm presence.

When Glorfindel began to talk, he thought at first it was normal Glorfindel sex babble. But as he listened, he realized that Glorfindel was telling him what he wished he could do.

"Have you ever been caned?" Elladan shook his head as much as he was able. "You should be. I bet your ass would take the color beautifully. It leaves welts that you'd feel for days, so that you'd know that I'd been there every time you sat down. Would you like that?"

All Elladan could do was moan. Would he like it? Hell, yeah. But like Glorfindel had said, he couldn't do that. Hearing Glorfindel talk about it was good, though.

"After I caned you, I'd fuck you hard, so hard that you'd feel me in your throat. Get up here, boy, on your belly."

Elladan hurriedly obeyed and watched through slitted eyes as Glorfindel stripped down. As soon as he was naked, he slapped Elladan's ass, just once. "When I tell you to lie down, I expect your legs spread. Do it." As soon as he'd spread them, Glorfindel climbed up between his legs. There was the click of the lube opening, and then one of Glorfindel's fingers slid in. "One day, boy, I'm going to fuck you with just spit for lube. You ever done that before?"

He nodded. He had, a long time ago in another world. He remembered how it hurt and it burned, skin catching on skin.

"I bet you loved it, didn't you?"

This time when he nodded, Glorfindel smacked his ass again. "When I ask you a question, I expect an actual answer."

He jumped. "Yes! Yes, I loved it."

"I knew it." The finger slid out, and then there was a broad pressure. The head of Glorfindel's cock popped in and he slid all the way in, making Elladan whimper.

It wasn't – quite – what he remembered from his time in bars, but it was still good. And it was Glorfindel instead of a stranger, which made it even better.

Each stroke rubbed over his prostate, making him try to push back, get Glorfindel even deeper. As if he knew exactly what Elladan was trying to do, Glorfindel grabbed him by the hips, forcing them down as he fucked Elladan with short flexes of his own.

He couldn't help crying out. It wasn't bondage, but he couldn't move. Glorfindel was making him lie there and take it.

His orgasm was building, in the small of his back and in his balls. He remembered from those far off days and begged, "I'm going to… Can I please come? Please?"

"Go ahead," panted Glorfindel. It was clear from his breathing that he was getting close as well, but Elladan couldn't worry about that right now, because he was coming, harder than he had in months.

When the lights stopped flashing behind his eyes, he realized that Glorfindel had stopped and was collapsed on his back. He could barely breathe. Elbowing Glorfindel in the ribs, he gasped out, "Air."

"Oh, sorry," said Glorfindel as he rolled off to the side, sliding out of Elladan in the process.

Elladan hissed at the sensation. It didn't hurt, but it was intense. As soon as Glorfindel settled, Elladan turned over and rested his head on Glorfindel's shoulder.

"Well, do you think that will work?" asked Glorfindel, curiosity clear in his voice.

"Fuck, yeah. But one of these days when we're back on patrol, I want you to do what you were talking about."

"You want me to cane you?"

"Uh, huh." Elladan stretched and then relaxed. He could definitely go for another nap.

"Okay, then." Elladan could hear the smile in Glorfindel's voice. If he said anything else, Elladan didn't hear him.