The down side of Love, Loyalty and Duty.
Warning: This is M for a reason, and though there may be no drugs there is still violence, course language, sexual references and scenes and also the use of alcohol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Cause if I did, THIS is how it would end~!
Note: The chats between Aragorn and Legolas are always in Elvish. Also with Arwen.
Chapter five: Dreaming of you...
"Estel." A voice whispered in Aragorn's head. The voice was low, clearly one of a man's, though... "Estel..." It grew closer.
"What sorcery is this..?" Aragorn mumbled to himself as his eyes opened to a foggy mist.
"Aragorn..." Said man found himself walking towards the uncannily familiar voice.
"Speak your name! Who is it that calls for me so fervently!?" Desperation seeped out of Aragorn's tone as his heart ached with the sound of the man's voice.
"Do you not remember me? Nor recognize my voice?" the voice was no longer husky but soft and forlorn.
Aragorn's heart throbbed insistently, as if it had sustained some sort of fatality. "...A'maelamin?" he breathed, reaching out as a shadow entered his peripherals. Only to disappear a moment before contact.
"So you know." the voice was still soft, though now twas elated, tone sewn with relief.
"My lapse was but momentary my love, I apologize." Aragorn found a soft smile light his face at the sound of the voice. "This dammed fog is throwing my mind into chaos, due also to the fact that you are imperceptible to my sight. More so with the absence of your touch." Aragorn sounded, his own voice slightly pained.
"Simply look and you will know that I have always been here." the voice rang out joyously.
Aragorn found his feet come to a halt and his eyes focused themselves, trying to pierce through the heavy fog. That is when Aragorn felt the soft grass at his feet and the slight dampness at his toes suggested the lack of foot-wear, also that the dew of early morning had settled in. This was when the mist cleared itself and slowly early morning rays danced across his surroundings, shedding light upon what was once hidden from his sight. Aragorn felt his mouth go slack. For, surrounded by a field of multicolored flora, stood Legolas. Aragorn felt his jaw drop lower at the elf's indecent attire. The blonde archer was clad in only a robe, which lay open, untied, and hanging from his elbows, the only thing keeping the entire garment from dropping being Legolas' slightly elevated forearm.
The blonde smiled alluringly at the stunned brunette, crossing his arms and slightly jutting his hip to the left, completely unabashed by his state of dress. "Aragorn. I know you are not a man of many words... but this is slightly ridiculous." Legolas stated pointedly after another minute of silence ensued.
"Yes... I apologize... it seems I am slightly... bewildered... and quite aroused..." Aragorn continued to gawk at the scantily clad prince before him.
"Yes, I must say, the view on my part is quite... pleasant as well." Were it not for the amusement in Legolas' tone, Aragorn may have still been ignorant of the prince's meaning. Instead, Aragorn quickly looked down to his own frame, a chill running through him.
He blinked, suddenly feeling slightly flushed. There was nothing save for a small towel, which hung low on his hips, covering his own body, leaving him open for the elf's scrutiny. "Well... this is a very interesting meeting indeed." Aragorn murmured, meeting the elf's eye after a moment of silence.
Legolas then smiled provocatively, prowling his way towards Aragorn with his hips swaying. Aragorn swore such a sight should be tried for murder, the owner of such seductiveness hidden away from the eyes of men or women forever. Once standing before the king, Legolas smiled a little wider, tilting his head as he let the robe fall from his body gracefully, unveiling the meager skin it had covered. As the veridian silk pooled to the ground. Aragorn was sure his eyes followed as his mouth dropped in sync.
"By the Valar you are a sin among men Legolas Greenleaf." Aragorn mumbled, eyes tracing every inch of the elf's skin. Legolas let out a soft laugh, symphonic to Aragorn's ears.
"I should say the same of you Aragorn Ellesar." Legolas spoke, raising his hand to rest it on Aragorn's naked chest, trailing down to the soft patch of hair on his lower abdomen. "For a man, such rough and unruly features mixed with elf like grace and tone... eyes that speak of passion and yet are the color of stone." Legolas hummed softly as he looked back up into Aragorn's eyes.
"You slay me." Aragorn whispered.
Legolas laughed once again, only to grow quiet as strong arms were found wrapping his lean frame. He shuddered lightly as skin met skin and almost melted as he felt Aragorn's humane warmth seep into his own skin. "Estel." Legolas moaned softly. Said man crashed his lips onto Legolas' own and took him down to the ground, pulling the elf over him so that he was lying on the flowers with the elf strewn on top of him, their lips still connected. Legolas drew back momentarily from the heated kiss to regain his bearings, the taste of his man making him lose composure as he panted. The towel was ripped from Aragorn's frame and thrown carelessly to the side, as Legolas ground into the man below him. Grasping at Legolas' fine locks, Aragorn pulled his elf down for another searing kiss, driving his tongue right through surprised lips and entangled with his other's tongue.
Legolas let out another loud cry and found himself bucking into Aragorn once again. The elf ripped himself away from the man again, eliciting a loud growl of disapproval from the king. The prince was no push over though and managed to pin the man down with his hands at his shoulders. "No Aragorn, this day, I am in control." the prince's eyes flashed with dominance and Aragorn couldn't help but be turned on by this.
"Alright a'maelamin, you are in charge." Aragorn submitted, forcefully relaxing himself, gripping the elf's hips hard enough to bruise. Legolas took no notice of the pain, however and just smiled coyly.
"Good." he husked before lowering himself to kiss Aragorn soundly on the lips. His own lips the trailed themselves down Aragorn's jaw and his teeth embedded themselves in the crook of Aragorn's neck..
"Elbereth." Aragorn breathed as Legolas sucked harshly at his heated skin. He founding himself thrusting Legolas' hips against his own in hopes of some relief. The feeling of the tongue laving his skin and the teeth nibbling at him made Aragorn lose his mind, turning the man into an animal. 'One that was going to snap soon if Legolas didn't cease his damned teasing.' Aragorn growled. "My patience is wearing thin Legolas." He groaned when Legolas' chuckle reverberated through his body.
"Calm yourself Aran nin." Legolas said as he drew away from the thick neck, stubble tickling his nose as he went.
"I need you. Now." Aragorn drew Legolas' body to him and started to toy with the pert buds on his chest, nibbling the top of his ear a little.
Legolas' eyes widened as he came, mouth dropping open as his hips bucked violently into Aragorn's. "Valar..." he breathed, deflating into Aragorn's arms.
"Please a'maelamin?" Aragorn cooed, grinding himself slightly against Legolas' own.
Just as Legolas was about to agree, he managed to get back his senses. "...I refuse. Though I will return the favor." His sly little smirk made Aragorn slant his eyes. Legolas, who was currently straddling Aragorn, turned himself around, so that the king found himself facing a very delicious little rear.
"Though I cannot deny the sight of your bottom is quite pleasing to the eye, what are you doi-" Aragorn shut his mouth quickly as he felt the tip of his girth being surrounded by wet heat. He moaned out as Legolas' tongue traced it's way up and down the large shaft, his eyes hooding. Not to be bested however, Aragorn pulled the ass closer to his face, feeling Legolas' hardened dick slide down his heated skin. Legolas' mouth widened even more at the feeling and Aragorn shoved his rod further up Legolas' throat, so that now the prince was deep throating him. After recovering from chocking, Legolas sucked fervently, looking at Aragorn with unadulterated lust turning his eyes a deep navy color.
Aragorn's orbs had darkened to black at the wanton elf's ministrations. 'I'm not quite sure what to think of this side to Legolas...' Aragorn mused, his own mouth getting to work. His lips roamed the pale cheeks, roaming and teasing the soft cheeks. He even went as far as to bite them. Legolas yelped into the cock, spluttering slightly. Aragorn grinned cheekily but his mouth just dropped open and he choked when there was a small nibble to the tip of his member.
'Don't mess with an elf prince, human.' Legolas thought victoriously, continuing on with his previous task. This feeling died short, however, when he felt a hot tongue slide it's way passed his puckered lips. Legolas, in fact, almost jumped out of his skin. Crying out, Legolas' actions halted, making Aragorn question whether his victory was valid or not. Making an elf speechless and in a pleasured stupor was no doubt an achievement, but when that particular elf is your goddess-like beautiful lover with his mouth around your manhood, one tends to question what the right course of action would be when they aren't exactly getting any action themselves...and left with a raging hard on because of this.
Aragorn felt his brow twitch, yet his mouth did not stop moving. 'If I don't release soon, Legolas is not going to have a very pleasant day, or week for that matter.' When Legolas came for the third time that morning, Aragorn felt his control snap into pieces. He all but threw the elf beside him to the ground and climbed on top of him. In an instant Legolas felt his legs being raised and before much else registered, Aragorn thrust himself deep into Legolas' tight heat, burying his shaft right to the hilt. Legolas let out a silent scream before clawing at the grass, trying to regain some sort of control over his mind. It worked after the first few thrusts, making Legolas burn with rage. While still burying his lover's rod within him, Legolas flipped Aragorn over so that Legolas was straddling the man's hips.
Aragorn was now propped up on his elbows, slightly disorientated. After shaking it off, he turned questioning eyes to his love, who just smirked at him, before raising himself and dropping back down. Aragorn felt a wall near his head and he raised himself so that his back was on it, giving him a better view of Legolas' completely disheveled and wild demeanor. 'By Elbereth... no... By all the Valar I do swear I love this man.' Aragorn was captivated by the mess of golden strands, the light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, the feeling of his rump bouncing up and down, the tightness of his ass, the way he could feel the elf's erratic heart-beat through their connection, even by the way his eyes were shut tightly and his nails were digging into his shoulder blades. It all entranced him.
That is when stars danced before his eyes. 'A'maelamin...' White flooded his vision and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, mouth dropping simultaneously. "Le-"
Aragorn was shocked awake by the feeling of someone shaking him. When this registered, Aragorn's eyes snapped open and he jumped out of his chair.
"My king are you alright." It was one of the guards. "You were restless and I thought to wake you." The only thought in the king's mind at the moment was to strangle this man in front of him for disrupting a very, very important time for him. He and Legolas' sexy time. No man does that and get's away with it, even if it was imaginary... However, before the king could do anything of the sort, he noticed something very... uncomfortable about his pants. They were wet... and sticky.
Oh Aragorn you horn dog you. You'll get your REAL sexy time enough! That is, if people review of course. So I noticed that I haven't updated in a forever and I thought 'shiiit, they'd be so pissed' D: so... I UPDATED~! YAYAYAY~! Tell me what you think yeah? Also, next chapter I'm thinking cute. But who wants hot n heavy? Or emotion and drama? Tell meeeeee~! and I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE (that rhymed.)