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It's been a whole year since the Battle of the Five Armies had happened, and dwarfs and elves where both tired, tired of their stubborn kings. Never mind both rises were now working together in peace, never mind the war was all behind them, never mind both realms were growing in prosperity; Thorin and Thranduil couldn't be in the same room without yelling like they were about to kill each other.
Something had to be done in order to stop this crazy and childish animosity between them, so Thorin's company and the elves of Mirkwood came up with an idea to solve this problem once and for all.
Thorin and his friends were now arriving at Mirkwood - they had been called in for an important meeting with the high lords of Mirkwood; and as always, they were welcomed by the guards at the entrance.
"Mae govannen, King Under the Mountain and his friends, welcome to the Woodland Realm once more. Our King and lords shall receive you for the meeting in a few moments. Since the matters of it are to remain secret, we ask for only King Thorin to come with us to the meeting room. We beg for the rest of the company to not take offense and to wait patiently in the hall room till the meeting is over."
Of course the dwarven company complained - a well played performance-, until they agreed reluctantly. Eventually, the company saw how Thorin followed the elves to the meeting room with a smirk upon their faces. The plan had started.
"Are you sure the meeting room is this way? Don't think it was this deep last time I was here," Thorin mumbled, suspicion rising in him.
"This one is a secret meeting room, my Lord," a guard replied.
Thorin quirked a brow but said nothing else.
A couple more flights of steps and the elven guard stopped. "Here it is, please, wait inside."
Thorin did as told, not without gazing at the guard elf in distrust before stepping in.
The room was dark, only illuminated by a couple of torches held on the stone wall. In the middle of the room rested a wood table, ornated with leaves, surrounded by chairs. That room hadn't been in use for ages. Suddenly the door closed and he could hear the clinging of keys. They had locked Thorin in.
Thorin yelled of course, yelled and insulted those bloody elves with all he had got, only to be ignored by whoever was behind the thick wooden door.
It took about one hour to hear the door opening again, unfortunately though, Thorin hadn't been fast enough to reach the exit, and that was because he was shocken when he realized that another figure had been thrown inside with him, another figure that was none other than the elven king himself.
"You bastards!! What have you done to me!! I will never, ever forgive you!! Wait until I put my hands on you!!" Thranduil was totally enraged, and Thorin couldn't blame him because apparently they drugged him -his body was partially paralyzed.
"We're so sorry, oh King Thranduil!!" The poor guards were clearly terrified by the threat of their king. "We just want you and king Thorin to make pace!"
"Yes, that's it!" That was Dwalin's voice. "You two won't leave this room until you resolve this idiotic argument you have. So let us know once you solved your issues so we can let you out." There was no room for discussion, judging by the one of his voice.
"You little... how dare you!" Now it was Thorin's turn to complain out loud.
"You heard it, Thorin, no way out until you resolve this like two adults, and that's final!" And after making sure the door was locked and there was no way out of the room, dwarfs and elves left their kings there.
"I can't believe it! How dare they...! I'm going to have my revenge when this is over!" There was no reply.
Suddenly a giggle caught Thorin's attention, he looked down at Thranduil, to find him still lying on the floor, laughing. The elf covered his mouth to silence the sound of his laugh.
Thorin rolled his eyes in amusement, he bit his lower lip, preventing his own laugh shaking his head.
Slowly Thorin approached Thranduil, sitting by his side.
"Are you well?"
Thranduil nodded, still laughing.
"I can't believe they did this to us," Thorin grinned.
"Me neither." There were almost tears of laughter in the corner of the elf's eyes. "They really think we can't stand each other...!"
"And can you blame them? We've been only yelling at and insulting each other when we're in the same room in front of them."
Thranduil couldn't hide a twisted smirk "If only they knew..." The elf nibbled at Thorin's earlobe slowly.
Thorin hummed in pleasure. "But they don't, so," another nibble, "we have to keep pretending..."
"Hating you it's so hard... meleth nîn."
Thorin smiled.
Truth is they did hate each other for a good while, but that was until finding out they'd been madly in love with each other for years and that all that animosity was nothing else but a facade to hide their true feelings. This love was a secret they kept, their secret.
"I missed you..."
"Did you?" There was a fake innocent smile on the elf's lips "Why don't you show it to me, king under the mountain? Show me how much you've missed me." Thranduil bit his lower lip as a silent invitation. Thorin smirked back before claiming the elf's mouth in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. "That's a good start, my king."
"Wait until I show to you how much every vein of my body dies for your touch."
Aware that his elf was still under the effect of some sort of drugs -fortunately though, the effect was disappearing, Thorin wrapped his strong arms around Thranduil's waist and carried him to the table, tossing a chair out of their way. Before the dwarf could move away, he was trapped by the long legs of the elven king. Thranduil's expert fingers were now caressing those muscular forearms of the dwarf, the caresses seductively traveled over his chest until they reached the flaps of the coat. That piece of clothing was discarded easily, soon reaching the floor with a plop.
Those white perfect hands kept doing their work, now undoing the cordon of the blue robe. Thranduil's eyes widened at the view of that well toned chest, now partially seen.
"I think now it's my turn, love." With that said, Thorin leaned over Thranduil's neck, devouring it with kisses. A deep, red mark was left there.
Moans of pure bliss left Thranduil's mouth unceasingly."Oh my...!" Thorin's hand's where everywhere on Thranduil's body now, taking off his beautiful robe and leggings in fast movements. Thorin took his time to observe the exposed white skin in front of him, Thranduil's body was a beautiful image.
"You're so..."
"Beautiful?" Was the cheeky response from the elf, that answer gained a grin from the dwarf.
"You vain..." But soon the rest of the words Thorin planned to say were forgotten under the intense stare of his elf. The dwarven king swallowed hard once more before resuming his previous activities exploring his lovers body.
The intense heat Thorin was feeling in his pants was growing in equal measure to his desire to possess that exquisite body of Thranduil's.
"Thorin..." The elven king was starting to feel impatien. "I want you... I need you..."
The pulse in his groin couldn't be ignored any longer, so Thorin undressed himself as quickly as he could under the bright eyes of the elf. Now both were completely naked.
Thorin didn't need to ask for Thranduil to open his mouth, the moment the elf felt two of his lover's fingers caressing his lips, he knew exactly what to do. With a fast move, he took both fingers in, rolling and sucking the fingertips, impregnating them with his warm spit. Thorin didn't missed a glimpse of it, that look was extremely hot. Once both fingers were well lubricated, he removed them, not without leaning in for another deep kiss, all mouth and tongue. They were both panting hard when they parted to breathe needed air back into their lungs.
Soon enough, Thorin moved the lubricated fingers to the elf's entrance. With a teasing move, one was pressed into the warm cave that was Thranduil's tight hole. A low groan left his delicate mouth - unfortunately, it had been a while since they got intimate, so the slight pain was unavoidable.
"Thranduil?" The elf opened his eyes and looked back at Thorin's concerned gaze. Never mind his dwarf was tough, bad tempered and stubborn like no other, but when they were alone, Thorin was always caring in everything concerning his lover.
"I'm good, meleth nîn..." And to put emphasis on his words he leaned over to kiss Thorin's lips again, but this time in a sweet, brief kiss. "Don't stop, Thorin, I want to feel you..."
And Thorin obeyed. Another finger joined his twin and now moans of pleasure were all Thranduil could vocalize. Once it got easier to pull inside and out, Thorin let out his intrusive fingers and with a final stare that asked for permission, he entered Thranduil's body.
Thorin couldn't help a low moan at the strong feeling of his member being squeezed in such a delicious way. Thranduil's warm body was welcoming him in, like if this was where he belonged.
The first thrusts were slow, letting his lover to get used to the feeling. Still, Thranduil was a demanding partner and now, with all his limbs finally being able to move at their own will, the elven king pressed his legs around Thorin's buttocks at the same rhythm as the thrusts.
Thorin didn't even need to touch his lover's member, his length was pulsing in pleasure between their bodies.
"God...! You feel so... good...!"
Thranduil arms were resting on Thorin's nape, such overwhelming pleasant feeling was driving him crazy.
"Thorin..."
The dwarf didn't need to ask, he knew exactly what his lover wanted. His strong hands were now stroking Thranduil's length in compassed movements along with the thrusts, the moans were loud and desperate, asking for more friction if even possible.
The squeeze on his cock was almost unbearable but at the same time pleasant like nothing else. "My love... I..." Thorin increased the speed of the thrusts as much as possible.
"Come for me."
Thorin took the elf's chin gently, assuring he was looking him straight in the eye while they came; one spending his seed inside Thranduil, and the other coming in the middle of their bodies.
After a couple of more post-coital spasms, Thorin fell over Thranduil with a blissful smile on the lips, being immediately wrapped in a tight hug.
After some moments of rest, Thorin parted from the elf to collect their clothes and make an improvised bed on the floor. It didn't matter that Thranduil could freely move now, Thorin wrapped and lifted his body to put him gently upon their clothes. Thranduil took the chance to trap his thin lips again in a soft, long kiss.
"Love you..." Thranduil whispered softly into Thorin's ears. His eyes were closing, too tired and content to keep them open.
The dwarf approached closer to the elf's body, and partly covered their bodies with his coat ."Love you too... now sleep, my love." And with one last kiss on the cheek both fell asleep, totally forgetting about being locked in that room by their friends.
***
It was early when Dwalin opened the door the next morning. Maybe a whole night would have had the wanted effect and now both kings would have finally put their differences aside?
What his eyes first saw though, was nothing short of Thorin and Thranduil sleeping together in a tight embrace... pretty much naked, after spending what surely had been a very passionate night together.
Dwalin's jaw dropped even more when Thranduil moved in his dreams, getting impossibly closer to the dwarf king while mumbling "Thorin..." with a blissful smile upon his lips.
Balin entered the room and soon understood the silence coming from his brother.
"I think they owe us an explanation."
"And a very good one, indeed..."
With that said, both brothers left the room, leaving the two kings sleeping in each other's arms oblivious of what the morning will bring to them. It would be surely a long, long day for Thorin and Thranduil...