Title: Antatar: Prince of Death
Author: littlestkitten (littlestkitten@malik-mail.zzn.com or kurabate@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Feedback: Yes please. See first chapter for all other things.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, things were hectic. Please R&R.
The Antatar walked into the room in a sweep of a cloak. The slaves and various soldiers in the room cowered at the sight of him. Only one stood erect and dared to meet the dangerous lord's eyes.
Usually nobody would have dared do this, but there was something different about this man. He knew who Antatar really was. A fact he never hesitated in reinstating firmly in his 'lord's' mind.
He was surprised this man had managed to keep this pretense up for so long, well it was as they say, desperate situations call for desperate measures. The proud man glided to him in a fluid like grace that was usually reserved for elves. He scoffed at this thought, elves, they made good whores but weren't good for much else. He fervently wished that that blonde one hadn't escaped, he had been good amusement when Antatar was in a mood to share.
* * *
A warm, safe feeling cascaded through Legolas' senses. He sighed and snuggled further back into the strong arms that held him. He felt the human behind him shift into a more comfortable position and tried not to tense as he felt the man's obvious arousal through his tight forest green leggings.
He knew it must be hard on his love to have him so near yet so far away, unable of close physical contact. He felt frustrated himself, his body and heart wanting to be intimate but his mind unable to let him, dragging up painful images of past encounters and forced touches.
He winced as he remembered a particularly horrible night with one of Antatar's generals. This action caused the ranger behind him to pull him closer a plant a soothing kiss on his hair. He smiled softly as he heard the almost reverent inhalation of his scent and turned over, distracting his thoughts and forcing himself to live in the here and now.
Capturing the man's lips in his, he let out a throaty moan when he felt his crotch captured in a warm hand and caressed slowly and sensually. He moved to straddle the man and threw his head back allowing his pale neck to be ravished with kisses.
Callused hands undid his tunic, which was soon discarded, and continued down his body plucking and stroking softly across his skin. He quelled the beginning of fear that threatened to overwhelm him, forcing it into a little corner in his mind where most of his bad memories resided.
A cough pulled them from their state of near bliss and Legolas felt blush bloom on his cheeks as he looked up at the Istari standing above him.
"Tsk. Tsk. Legolas, making out with trees again?'
If possible he felt his face turn hotter and with a groan buried his head in Aragorn's chest. He heard a deep laugh above him and pinched the ranger's nipple, twisting hard. A strangled scream was echoed in the small valley and he smirked triumphantly as he caught the glazed look of his would-be lover.
Planting a chaste kiss on Aragorn's lips he whispered as seductively as he could for the king to meet him at sunset in his room. It was time for him to get over his fear and give himself to the human. It was unfair after all to let his love suffer so.
* * *
A grin formed on Antatar's handsome face as he watched the prince walk across the lush, green grass towards the palace. Tonight would be the night he put his plan in action and claim the elf.
TBC
***IMPORTANT NOTE***: I was wondering if you guys want me to do a lemon with L/A as the pairing. I could just mention that they do it and leave it at that, but if the readers want one. . . If you wanna know how well I write lemons, there's one I wrote about a year ago on libraryofmoria. Its called Redemption. Please remember that it was a year ago and my writing style has hopefully gotten better over that time.
Author: littlestkitten (littlestkitten@malik-mail.zzn.com or kurabate@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Feedback: Yes please. See first chapter for all other things.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, things were hectic. Please R&R.
The Antatar walked into the room in a sweep of a cloak. The slaves and various soldiers in the room cowered at the sight of him. Only one stood erect and dared to meet the dangerous lord's eyes.
Usually nobody would have dared do this, but there was something different about this man. He knew who Antatar really was. A fact he never hesitated in reinstating firmly in his 'lord's' mind.
He was surprised this man had managed to keep this pretense up for so long, well it was as they say, desperate situations call for desperate measures. The proud man glided to him in a fluid like grace that was usually reserved for elves. He scoffed at this thought, elves, they made good whores but weren't good for much else. He fervently wished that that blonde one hadn't escaped, he had been good amusement when Antatar was in a mood to share.
* * *
A warm, safe feeling cascaded through Legolas' senses. He sighed and snuggled further back into the strong arms that held him. He felt the human behind him shift into a more comfortable position and tried not to tense as he felt the man's obvious arousal through his tight forest green leggings.
He knew it must be hard on his love to have him so near yet so far away, unable of close physical contact. He felt frustrated himself, his body and heart wanting to be intimate but his mind unable to let him, dragging up painful images of past encounters and forced touches.
He winced as he remembered a particularly horrible night with one of Antatar's generals. This action caused the ranger behind him to pull him closer a plant a soothing kiss on his hair. He smiled softly as he heard the almost reverent inhalation of his scent and turned over, distracting his thoughts and forcing himself to live in the here and now.
Capturing the man's lips in his, he let out a throaty moan when he felt his crotch captured in a warm hand and caressed slowly and sensually. He moved to straddle the man and threw his head back allowing his pale neck to be ravished with kisses.
Callused hands undid his tunic, which was soon discarded, and continued down his body plucking and stroking softly across his skin. He quelled the beginning of fear that threatened to overwhelm him, forcing it into a little corner in his mind where most of his bad memories resided.
A cough pulled them from their state of near bliss and Legolas felt blush bloom on his cheeks as he looked up at the Istari standing above him.
"Tsk. Tsk. Legolas, making out with trees again?'
If possible he felt his face turn hotter and with a groan buried his head in Aragorn's chest. He heard a deep laugh above him and pinched the ranger's nipple, twisting hard. A strangled scream was echoed in the small valley and he smirked triumphantly as he caught the glazed look of his would-be lover.
Planting a chaste kiss on Aragorn's lips he whispered as seductively as he could for the king to meet him at sunset in his room. It was time for him to get over his fear and give himself to the human. It was unfair after all to let his love suffer so.
* * *
A grin formed on Antatar's handsome face as he watched the prince walk across the lush, green grass towards the palace. Tonight would be the night he put his plan in action and claim the elf.
TBC
***IMPORTANT NOTE***: I was wondering if you guys want me to do a lemon with L/A as the pairing. I could just mention that they do it and leave it at that, but if the readers want one. . . If you wanna know how well I write lemons, there's one I wrote about a year ago on libraryofmoria. Its called Redemption. Please remember that it was a year ago and my writing style has hopefully gotten better over that time.