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Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 17

Haldir put his book down and stretched, smiling as he caught the sight of his favorite roses just outside the window of the rooms he shared with Dorvane and felt the slight soreness in his backside from their activities earlier that morning. He felt the flesh between his legs harden at the thought and shook his head at himself. Gods, he really was living up to his name as Dorvane’s whore, but.all in all the experience surprisingly hadn’t been as terrible as he’d thought it would be. It had, in fact, been..almost pleasant. He hadn’t been hurt since he’d been elevated from slave to ‘lover’ and the sex.by the Valar, the sex – there was plenty of it, and he had to admit it was wonderful – and gentle, so unlike the previous years when Dorvane had taken him.

He was so aroused as he remembered the way Dorvane had reached for him that morning, he had to reach down and adjust himself, his lips twitching even more as his thoughts wandered. This man who had only recently took such great pleasure in mistreating him had now refused to even spank him or say a harsh word. Before his capture, Haldir might have enjoyed a nice spanking, but now.it held no pleasure for him at all. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was still pleasing to Dorvane, since things obviously had not worked out as either of them had expected. As he thought about the way Dorvane had lain in his arms after Saruman had tortured him, the way his lover had trusted him, gazed up at him in wonder as Haldir had cut himself and thanked him so sincerely and with such disbelief, the Elf decided that there had to be a middle road somewhere between gentleness and pain.

With another glance out the window, he saw that the sun was getting low, and knew Dorvane would be home soon. Standing quickly, he figured he had less than a quarter of an hour to find that middle road.and see if Dorvane would like to travel it.

Moments later, he was completely naked, his hair gathered at the nape of his neck with a thick piece of leather, his fingers slick with the lubricant they used when Dorvane took him. He managed to clear off the dressing table on the wall just behind the door so his lover wouldn’t see him at first when he came into the room, and climbed up on top, tilting his body so his backside hung just over the edge and his shoulders rested against the wall. His fingers slid over his entrance, but he didn’t insert them yet, and his cock was filling and thickening even more at the very thought of what he was getting ready to do.

Dorvane was grateful when he had finished with the last of the inventories, now free to finally return to his quarters with Haldir. The Elf always greeted him at the door with a kiss as if he was truly glad that Dorvane had returned. He knew from the very first day it had been an act but ever since Haldir had cared for him after his bleeding by Saruman, Dorvane wondered if all of it was an act or not. Haldir had been so kind and sweet and had taken such good care of him, not to mention freely given of his own blood to ease Dorvane’s pain. If anything it made the man love him more. He had told the Elf that he loved him, that he could not harm him because he loved him. He would hold to that he realized, wondering when he began to think of things like honor and keeping promises.even unspoken ones.

He shrugged off the thoughts as he made his way for his room and pushed open the door. “Hal.” he began saying his lover’s name and pausing as he saw him, the remainder of his lover’s name came out in a gasp. The Elf was completely naked and sitting on top of the dresser looking at him with a look that normally he only saw when they were in bed together. He swallowed hard as his eyes roved all over his lover’s body and his own body responded immediately to the scene before him.

Haldir’s eyes darkened as soon as he saw Dorvane. Dark thoughts no longer rose in him when their eyes met, instead, he felt an odd sense of protectiveness and something akin to… affection. Biting his lip, his gaze met his lover’s and he let two fingers slip inside his passage, moaning at the feeling of still tight muscles stretching, then again as he felt the remnants of Dorvane’s release still slick and warm inside him. “I can still feel you from this morning,” he managed in a somewhat ragged voice, holding Dorvane’s gaze. “I’m still open from where you took me… but when you came, you were so deep… Gods, I can still feel the heat on my fingertips. And I want more… more of you, Dorvane. Please.”

Dorvane stood completely motionless as Haldir’s fingers slid inside himself and then his words had the man achingly hard and his breath coming faster. His mouth was dry and his stomach was fluttering with a tension he felt only with Haldir. He seemed to move as if in a daze to the edge of the dresser. “I am very sorry to have kept you waiting then,” he whispered raggedly, as he stopped before his lover. His movements were slightly jerky as he practically ripped open his breeches to free his already aching cock. His fingers dipped into the jar beside Haldir and slicked himself as he stepped between his lover’s long legs. A hand grasped Haldir’s hip as he stared down at where fingers disappeared into his lover’s body and once they slipped free, Dorvane wasted no time. His arm wrapped around Haldir’s waist as the other hand guided his now slick arousal to his lover’s entrance, he didn’t pause, simply pressed deep, not stopping until he was completely buried within the tight heat.

Thrilled with the way Dorvane was looking at him and wasted no time in doing just what Haldir had hoped, the Elf waited until the hard shaft was deep inside him, then arched his back and took it in even deeper. His legs wrapped around firm, now trembling hips as they had so often lately, and his hands curled into the fabric of Dorvane’s tunic. Pale, almost translucent skin was now flushed with desire and his erection, which lay hot and hard against his stomach jerked and dripped clear fluid just above his navel, proof of just how much he desired Dorvane despite their past. “You don’t have to be gentle. Take what you want. I promise I won’t break. I want this… I want to feel your need tonight, Dorvane. “

Dorvane felt a fire surge within him at Haldir’s words, his hands reached up to yank his tunic over his head and toss it to the floor in one quick motion before his arms wrapped around Haldir. He hauled the Elf against him, his hips already thrusting into the tight heat as his mouth crushed down on Haldir’s. He’d expected to be greeted with a sweet kiss and dinner as usual, not this, not Haldir offering himself up like this, not Haldir wanting him this way. His tongue thrust into Haldir’s mouth, exploring and savoring the taste he craved until he was breathless. Dorvane’s hips continued to thrust even as he leaned back to catch his breath and stare into Haldir’s lust darkened gaze. He had no idea what had brought all this on but he wasn’t about to question it. Dorvane’s hand moved along Haldir’s thigh and grasped his hip firmly as he plunged into his lover, deeper with every thrust it seemed. “Gods,” he murmured, unable to say everything he wanted to ask.

Haldir was giving himself to Dorvane so completely, he was surprising even himself, but he couldn’t seem to help it. His body knew just what it wanted, and seemed to be simply moving on its on, meeting each thrust with one of it’s own, taking Dorvane’s cock in impossibly deep again and again. Haldir’s half-lidded eyes alternated between his lover’s undeniably handsome face and lust-driven eyes to the damp, darker skin where they were joined just before each breathtaking jolt of pure bliss raced up his spine and exploded in his brain. It was so different than their usual now-gentle coupling, but so unlike what it had been before. The difference was that this time, there was, thankfully, no real pain. His hands fastened on Dorvane’s thick upper arms and Haldir leaned up, sucking on his lover’s neck. “I can come without you even touching me,” he panted between thrusts; adjust his hips just the slightest bit so that Dorvane was just brushing against his sweet spot. One more tilt of either of their hips, and each inward movement would be slamming against it, not brushing… and he would be done for. “By the Valar, I’m close and so hard for you Dorvane.” Moving one hand to his stomach, he ran his fingertips through the clear drops of his own precome and brought them to his lips. And I’m so ready to come for you… so ready, pen vaelui (my lustful one).”

Their pace was almost frantic, Dorvane plunging into his lover with each thrust and moaning from the feeling of tight muscles clenching and releasing around him with every thrust. Haldir’s cheeks were flushed, his lips kiss swollen and red and his blue eyes were glittering and so dark with lust that it took Dorvane’s breath away just to look at him. He changed the angle just slightly again and felt tight muscles tense even more as the action elicited a low moan. When Haldir’s fingers rose to his lips and he began licking his own seed from the tips Dorvane felt his cock harden even more as he shifted his hips and slammed deep into his lover, the head squarely slamming against the Elf’s sweet spot. “Come for me, love, come for me for the first time tonight,” he murmured, certain that this would not be the last time he took Haldir that night.

The hard thrust against his prostate combined with Dorvane’s words – especially the part about the “first time” – to make Haldir do just as he’d been told. His back arched again in what would have seemed to an onlooker to be an almost painful spasm. His shoulders pressed against the wall and his legs locked harder around still thrusting hips, heels digging into the small of his lover’s back. He writhed for a moment, then froze, suspended on the heated shaft impaling him so thoroughly,. His body snapped up, and he wrapped both arms around Dorvane’s shoulder’s, veritably clinging to the man like a second skin. He came hard between them, loud cries muffled by the warmth of his lover’s neck, but still ringing out into the hallway as his release pulsed between them and his body shuddered through one orgasm and into another, his inner muscles clenching and releasing around the flesh buried deep inside.

When Haldir’s body arched away from him, his shoulders against the wall for support, Dorvane’s hand went to his lover’s throat, slowly moving down his body, the palm sliding down the center of his chest as his eyes drank in the sight of his lover. Everything happened at once it seemed, his own body pounding into his lover even as he drank in the pale beauty of his body. Dorvane thrust deeply again and in that moment he felt Haldir’s body tighten around him like a vice. Heels dug into his back but he didn’t feel them at all, all he felt was the rush of satisfaction of having sent his lover over the edge without once touching his cock. The moment didn’t last long though as the muscles milked his own flesh buried deep inside the hot channel. With one last impossibly deep thrust, Dorvane cried out as he exploded inside his lover.

Haldir moaned against Dorvane’s neck as he felt the pulse and release, the sudden warmth of his lover’s seed filling him so completely, several drops slipped out and ran down the cleft of his backside. Squeezing his muscles even more tightly, he concentrated on breathing, unable to move for the moment, his orgasm having taken almost every bit of energy from him; even the stamina of the Elves no match for such an all encompassing moment of pure pleasure. After a moment, he began nuzzling against Dorvane’s neck almost unconsciously, pulling him even closer as he did so. “Welcome home,” he murmured. “I missed you.”

Dorvane was still panting and shuddering as Haldir clung to him, and he lifted his lover just a bit to position him on the dresser a bit better before his own knees gave out. He was exhausted and sweaty and Gods it felt so good he was even weaving slightly back and forth. He smiled when Haldir finally spoke and then chuckled softly. “I love your welcome home kisses but this.I could get very used to this,” he teased and drew back slightly to look down at Haldir’s face. His beauty always seemed to strike Dorvane with a jolt to his stomach and this time was no different.

Feeling quite satisfied physically and thrilled that they seemed to have found a place they both seemed to enjoy sexually, Haldir smiled and ran his hand lightly over Dorvane’s broad chest. “As could I,” he agreed, gingerly straightening out his legs and thinking how thoughtful his lover was now, doing little things like making sure he was comfortable on the dresser before doing anything else. “I was hoping you wouldn’t object to a little surprise. Now that I know you don’t… I have all kinds of ideas.”

“Ideas?” Dorvane asked with a grin, “Hmmm, I think I like your ideas already.” His knees still felt a bit weak but he decided they were probably strong enough to take the few steps to the bed now. Instead of pulling away from Haldir though, he just wrapped his arms around him. “Hold onto me, love,” he whispered as he lifted the Elf into his arms and carried him to the bed. He slipped from inside his lover just as he lowered him to the bed and set to removing his boots and breeches before falling onto the bed beside the Elf. “So gorgeous,” he murmured as he leaned down and kissed the pale skin of Haldir’s chest and then moved lower to begin licking the cooling seed from his stomach.

Surprised, but touched once again at Dorvane’s ministrations, Haldir lay back on the bed, ran his fingers through dark hair and closed his eyes. It took him a moment to realize what, exactly, was being licked away and the moan that filled the room was both filled with longing and lust. “You were never supposed to drive me this crazy,” he whispered almost to himself. He knew he was betraying Faramir, but at the moment Faramir seemed so, so very far away. “But Gods, I want you all the time, Dorvane. Even when you’re not here, I’m counting the hours until you return… and I don’t even want to touch myself because I know it’ll be so much better if I wait for you.”

Dorvane gave one last lick to Haldir’s abdomen and leaned up on his elbow to gaze up at his lover. His fingers of his free hand continued to dance over Haldir’s skin as he took in his words. “If you are expecting me to complain.well lets just say it’s a good thing you are an Elf,” he teased. He was pleased with his words though he wondered how much of it was just to keep him happy. Happy. He blinked at the thought. When in his life had he felt that? Years? Almost two decades at least. “I think you know that I want you all the time, no matter what time of day it is,” he whispered. He didn’t have the courage to really ask if it was true or not, to ask if Haldir truly did really want him or if he just imagined he was someone else when they were together.

Haldir urged Dorvane to lie beside him, and then rested his head on his lover’s shoulder. The sweat that had covered his body moments before was now cooling, and he curled up closer, stealing Dorvane’s warmth, as usual. “You are good to me,” he admitted. “Things have changed so much, Dorvane… for the better. We are friends, lovers, I crave your touch now, I look forward to your coming home each day, and I think we have found that we can be both gentle and a bit rough and not cross any lines… if that is all right with you. I know you sometimes crave… a bit more than the gentility you have been handling me with lately. Was this to your liking tonight?”

Dorvane wrapped his arm around Haldir and frowned a little at his last question. “How can you ask that? No.I bugger every Elf who sits on my dresser in the nude to the point I feel like my knees are made of water,” Dorvane couldn’t quite hold his frown and began to smile. “Yes, I found it was very much to my liking, but that doesn’t mean you have to do it every day. I.frankly I expected to just be met at the door with a kiss.I like those too. Very much in fact.”

Laughing softly and trying not to admit that the very idea of another Elf sitting naked on Dorvane’s dresser bothered him, Haldir leaned up and rested one hand on the side of his lover’s face. Blue eyes met brown ones and Haldir held the gaze for a moment, not sure if he wanted Dorvane to know just how serious he was, or if he just lost himself for a moment in the uncertainty and love he saw reflected back at him. “I like them very much too,” he said softly, leaning in for one of the kisses in question. He very slowly explored Dorvane’s mouth, every last nook and cranny, his tongue sliding into each corner and across slick teeth, then teasing and dancing with his lover’s. “I think we can definitely work something out between the kissing and the naked surprises on the dressers. I thoroughly enjoy both the gentle times and the… the more vigorous ones. And I truly am sorry for making you feel guilty before, when you wanted to… to tie me up. I just did not know how different you were in these rooms then.”

Dorvane sank into the kiss, feeling his body relax even more than it already was and he smiled when they drew apart again, feeling his lips tingle just from that. He was slightly startled as Haldir went on and shook his head. “It is all right, I don’t blame you for your reaction, I never once blamed you for it. I should have known it would remind you too much of.of.how things were before.”

Haldir licked his lips and saw the look of pain that ran across his lover’s face at his last words. “I have forgotten how things were before. All that matters is how things are now, the man you are now. I hope you understand and believe that as much as I do.” As he spoke, he never looked away. He meant the words sincerely, and knew Dorvane needed to see that for it to have any meaning or any impact. While he never thought he would be freed, he at least truly believed he could – and maybe already had – made some difference in Dorvane’s life. And the Gods knew, after all the man had been through, he of all people deserved it.

Dorvane stared at Haldir feeling doubtful of his words but the Elf seemed to be completely honest with him. He didn’t think he could forget so easily so how was it possible Haldir could? No one was that understanding, were they? Dorvane wondered at that, at least no one he’d ever known in his life before had been that understanding or forgiving. “I do find that hard to believe but I want to believe it,” Dorvane said softly. “Besides.it makes little difference now does it? As long as we can continue to enjoy ourselves and each other.nothing else matters.”

Wishing he could erase the doubt in Dorvane’s eyes, Haldir bit back a sigh and merely nodded. “Well, we are certainly doing that,” he agreed, trying not to let his disappointment show. His anger at Saruman grew yet again and his heart opened up to his lover just a bit more. Gods, if only he could figure out some way to help him… some way to make him realize that he wasn’t alone, that he wasn’t a bad man, that there was goodness and kindness and hope for him yet. “You know… I think they even heard me enjoying myself all the way down to the guard’s quarters this time. I’m surprised they didn’t come to see if something was wrong.”

Dorvane laughed softly, pulling Haldir even closer and twisting a lock of golden hair around his fingertip. “The guards know better than to come to these rooms and the walls are thicker than you imagine,” he grinned. In a way he felt greedy, he didn’t really want them to hear Haldir, he wanted all of those sounds to be his and his alone. He took a deep breath and relaxed against the pillows a bit more. “Why don’t we relax here for a little while, my knees are still a bit on the watery side and then have dinner in an hour or so? Then perhaps we can see about getting you to make those noises for me again?”

Haldir threw one leg almost possessively across Dorvane’s thighs and snuggled close. He watched as long fingers toyed with his hair and smiled sleepily, focusing on the way he simply knew there would be no painful yanking of the golden strands as there had been before. Now, oddly enough, he trusted his lover completely. “I would love that,” he agreed, pressing a kiss against Dorvane’s neck and letting one arm rest comfortable across the broad chest that was currently acting as his pillow. “Sleep well, Melethron (my lover).”

Dorvane smiled at the Elvish endearment, his heart clenching in his chest. It wasn’t a declaration of love as he had made a time or two but it was acknowledgment of their relationship as it was now. “Sleep well, love,” he whispered back as he snuggled down into the bed and closed his eyes for an early evening nap. He had a feeling he’d need the nap and the extra energy for later on.

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