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The Weight of Truth
“Fuck me… fuck me…” Elrond panted out as Thranduil ran his tongue teasingly along the line of his pubic bone “Fuck me.”
“No!”
Elrond moaned, his hips raising off the bed keening into the touch of Thranduil’s lips. “Take me now Thranduil, please.”
Thranduil stopped and looked at the elf laying there, drenched in sweat and panting, looking back at him desperately. “Do you think so little of me peredhel that you think I would hurt you?”
The question was a ridiculous one, of course he thought low of Thranduil, they despised each other. The only reason they were here was because, like with all other meetings between them, what had begun as forced civility quickly developed into tension and incivility, culminating into a full-blown row. Only this time they had ended up naked in Elrond’s bed.
*
“Do not criticize me Peredhel, it is you who are misguided. Greenwood has its own trials, yet we do not ask others to suffer because of them.”
“No, you seclude yourselves from the world. But it cannot last forever Thranduil, whether you choose to believe it or not you are a part of this world and if it falls, so will we all.”
“And yet I am unperturbed. I have given you my answer Elrond and you will not change it.”
“Are you so determined to screw over Imladris that you would turn away? Or it is not Imladris, perhaps it is me you want to fuck. Go on then, play your petty games Thranduil, I have lived with them long enough; you have always taken pleasure in betraying me, like when you took my sister as your wife.”
A sly grin moved over Thranduil’s face. He did not bother to register the rest of Elrond’s speech; he was bored of hearing him. He took in just enough as to find the key to shutting down the elf once and for all. “Very well, I had not thought to fuck you or Imladris, but as you invite me, so be it.”
*
Thranduil looked into Elrond’s eyes, there was a vulnerability there that he had not seen before. “Please.” Elrond said earnestly.
“Fine” Thranduil said, moving up the bed and lining his cock up to enter Elrond.
He was so tight. As Thranduil pushed in, Elrond’s face contorted, his back raising with the pain of being stretched so. It was almost too much for Thranduil, the heat and the intensity threatening to make him lose his almost unwavering control.
“Do not stop.” Elrond pleaded, and Thranduil gasped as he supported his words with a roll of his hips.
“Wait.” Thranduil growled. He grasped Elrond’s hips pushed as he pushed in completely, his eyes closing, head falling back as he gave way to his desire; the pleasure felt by the other elf’s even more evident as he cried out Thranduil’s name. Thranduil moved, slowly and steady at first, building a rhythm that would not keep them on the brink of ecstasy for as long as possible. But hearing his name on Elrond’s lips only made Thranduil more aware of the growing need building inside of him, causing his body to shake with the want of it.
Elrond’s senses had completely left him now. “I love you; I love you, love you.” He repeated over and over. It was a kind of mantra, but the words were not for Thranduil and Thranduil knew this. At another time, when he had his wits, he would have mocked the peredhel and reminded him how much they loathed each other. But speech was beyond him now, he removed his hands from Elrond’s hips and adjusted his position, so he encaged Elrond in his limbs and began thrusting into him harder and faster.
“More” Elrond cried out, his fingers which were gripping the sheets, now grasped tightly to Thranduil’s arm. If he were bedding his greatest nemesis, then he wanted to know it for days after. “More!... There!... Thranduil!”
His back arched as Thranduil hit a spot inside of him that made him forget everything of himself, he gasped and cried out as we fell over the edge to a place of pure bliss that only intensified as Thranduil grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed into him frantically, even harder, and faster than before, chasing his own orgasm. Seconds later Thranduil was crying out too, shouting almost, his seed spilling out in Elrond, sending waves of pleasure all through his body.
They remained there, Thranduil on his hands and knees, Elrond on his back below him as their breathing and their senses returned to normal. And, although neither would look the other in eye, neither rushed to move.
“I should go.” Thranduil said finally, slowly pushing himself up and moving away from Elrond to go in search of his clothes.
“You need not hurry away.”
“Yes, I must.” Thranduil replied, gathering the last item of clothing from the floor. “It is near dawn already and my servants will be coming to attend to me shortly. As will yours.”
Elrond propped himself up with his elbows and looked at Thranduil. He could not see his face, as his back was towards him, but he could the muscles working as he bent to lase up his hose. “Why did you come here?” Elrond asked finally.
Thranduil didn’t pay him any concern. He simply finished tying the knot and reached for his undershirt, which was strewn across a chair. “I came because you needed it and I wanted it.” He said flippantly. Then he paused, only for a second, and sighed before pulling his shirt over his head. “Now things may go back to how they were. I can continue to be disagreeable, and you can continue to hate me for choosing your late sister for my wife.”
Thranduil picked up his robe, then his boots and headed for the door. Before he was able to open it a hand pressed down on his shoulder, startling him slightly. Thranduil turned to see Elrond stood there, his robe strewn haphazardly about his person, looking at him seriously.
“I do not hate you for choosing my sister.” He said. “I hate you for not choosing me.”
There were no words to appreciate the weight of that sentiment. What it revealed both in this moment and in the long time that had passed between them, answered too many questions, yet created so many more. So, Thranduil simply nodded in understanding, turned the handle of the door, and left.