Title: Lessons pt.3/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: Not mine whatsoever, so stop yellin'!
Warnings: AU, slash, OOC somewhat, spoilers a bit, lemon/lime later on, voyeurism, exhibitionism
Pairings: Elrond+Thranduil/Celeborn, Ereinion+/Thranduil/Celeborn, eventual Elrond/Celeborn/Thranduil
Rating: R-NC 17 through most of it.
Summary: Imladris has just been established and Ereinion wants Elrond to become a strong leader in all things. He asks Thranduil and Celeborn to 'teach' Elrond what the Peredhel will 'need'.
Beta: MA (or Sarit or butt-munch… whichever she is replying to at the moment…~_^)
A/N: Well, here I wasn't going to start another series, and then Nellas goes and tempts me. Or rather, I tempted her; she drooled, and then proceeded to beg for more. *laughs* So this is for her…hope you like it doll!! *hugs her tightly* So, enjoy! And please review!

'thoughts'

Walking along the halls of the quieting Imladris, Thranduil frowned as he looked over the trade papers in his hand, seeing the discrepancies that had appeared. Tomorrow he would have to check the stores again to make sure that a fair trade was occurring and that they were not being given false amounts. He sighed as he stopped in front of an alcove, staring at the numbers in front of him and not seeing the arm that snuck out from the shadows. He gasped as his waist was encircled by a strong arm and was summarily pulled into the alcove to be pinned against the stone wall by sturdy hands and a muscled body he knew very well. His groan was swallowed by the plundering mouth that took his own into a heated dance while a strong thigh pushed between his legs, causing him to ride it.

He moaned deeply as his lips were released abruptly by the aggressive mouth only to have his neck and ears immediately attacked. Trembling in pleasure, he heard the faint crackle of parchment as he clutched at his assailant’s arms while they moved down leaving a hot wet trail wherever tongue and teeth met his skin. He whispered a protest as his head lolled against the wall in bliss when his attacker slowly knelt, unlacing Thranduil’s leggings to reveal his hard and leaking member to awaiting lips. He bit his lip on a gasped whimper as he was swallowed down that hot mouth, his length worked steadily with a knowing tongue and steady suction he could not fight.

His fingers clenched at the silver hair that spilled over his trembling thighs as he panted harshly, pleading quietly for an end as the regal head moved in a quickening pace on his length. He looked down briefly into laughing pale blue eyes and groaned loudly, not caring anymore who might hear them. For which was a good thing because, as Thranduil was crying out his release, a soft gasp of surprise left a startled Peredhel Lord’s lips as he stopped and watched the scene that was taking place in front of his own rooms.

Grey eyes filled with shock and desire as he watched the forest Prince slide bonelessly down the wall, Elrond clutched his papers close to his chest that moved with his labored breathing. He flushed a deep red as Celeborn slowly turned his head, licking his lips before brushing a finger along the corner of his lip to catch what little he missed to swallow. Celeborn’s lips twitched into a smile as Thranduil looked over and cocked an eyebrow in lazy contemplation. “You plotted this, Celeborn,” he muttered accusingly.

Celeborn’s predatory grin brought another gasp from Elrond followed by a quick groan as he locked eyes with Elrond’s. “But of course. I knew you were coming this way and thought a nice little invitation should be issued again to our dear Peredhel,” Celeborn purred out as he stood smoothly, helping Thranduil to stand dazedly.

Growling, Thranduil hit the silver haired Elf on the shoulder as Elrond watched them in shock. “You could have warned me,” he muttered indignantly as he straightened his tunic, though he did not re-lace his leggings.

“And ruin the view of an utterly debauched you? I think not…” Celeborn replied saucily as he winked at his lover before lacing their fingers together. He gently tugged his lover along, eyes on the watching Peredhel before them as he turned them towards Elrond’s rooms. “But I think now it is time for more…do you not think so, Elrond?” he asked softly, his lips touched with a smile.

Elrond watched them silently for a minute, uncertain as to his feelings on this. He wanted to be with them again, to learn what they did so effortlessly, but he was not sure if it was a wise thing to encourage them. The bath incident had never left his memory though, the feel, smell, sight, and taste of them had intoxicated him. So in the end, he did not think long on it. With a smirk that shot lust through both Elven Lords, he cocked an eyebrow and led the way into his room.

Thranduil’s gaze followed the younger Elf with a hawk’s movement. “He is growing bolder,” he purred out, his arousal stirring once more at the thought of the passion within that Peredhel.

“Good. Then we shall not have to teach him as much as we thought if he is already taking the reins,” Celeborn murmured, smirking as well. They followed the younger Elf Lord and shut the door behind them before making their way into the luscious rooms. Looking around in admiration for the simple, yet elegant furnishings, the two Elf Princes came to the middle of the bedroom and faced the watching Peredhel.

Their eyes observed in appreciation as Elrond slowly stripped for them, his robes pooling on the ground around his feet to be joined by his leggings and slippers. His crown released his tumbling raven locks, causing soft sighs of desire to emerge from his watchers. He grinned at them, eyes twinkling with lust as he stood bare to them, his firm arousal jutting out impressively from a soft nest of dark curls, which fascinated both Elven Lords, who had never seen the like before.

Moving as one, they enclosed the younger Elf between them, kissing and tasting the pale skin slowly in both worship and desire, earning soft moans and gasps from the younger one as he writhed between them. His gentle fingers laced in their hair briefly as they suckled at his nipples before he began to undo their clothing swiftly, needing them as exposed as he was. They aided him before ushering him to the bed, their pale-skinned bodies pressing against his as soon as they were on the bed. He took turns kissing them, memorizing their tastes and methods, arching into their knowing touches as they explored him and each other in their rising ardor.

Sitting back, Thranduil watched as Celeborn ran his tongue along Elrond’s ear tip, earning a gasping whimper that delighted them both while Thranduil's own hand trailed down to cup Elrond slowly. He chuckled as he watched Elrond’s hips buck into his touch, warranting a growl from Celeborn as the silvan Prince stilled the rocking hips with a firm hand. Thranduil grinned innocently as Celeborn shot him a look before he sat up. “I think he deserves another lesson. He was quite interested in how you…undid me earlier,” Thranduil commented huskily, winking as Elrond groaned in want at that.

Tilting an elegant eyebrow up, Celeborn smirked before sitting up and back onto his heels, his knees spread slightly as his arousal bobbed lightly with his movements. He caressed himself, his eyes hooding a little as he tilted his finger ever so slightly in beckon to the lust-filled Elrond. With movements that emphasized his Elven heritage, Elrond pushed himself up, and then crawled forward, eagerness in his eyes as he touched Celeborn reverently.

Thranduil smiled as he watched Elrond's tentative touches on Celeborn, the slender fingers running along sculpted chest muscles as sharp grey eyes watched their passage. He brought his own hand up and ran it through Elrond's raven hair, smiling as the grey eyes flicked to his own emerald in question. Nodding towards the waiting silvan Elf, Thranduil ran his hand down the bare back of the Peredhel, admiring the flex and play of muscles underneath the pale skin as Elrond arched into his touch. His gaze flitted back to watch as Elrond began his downward descent on Celeborn, pink tongue darting out to taste smooth, yet salty skin as he moved.

He sighed in rapture as he watched the tongue swirl about, tasting everything and earning a soft moan from the normally reserved Elf Lord of Lindórinand. Finally, Elrond came to the already leaking member that jutted out proudly from between Celeborn's legs and stopped, his face filled with worry and uncertainty. Smiling even more, Thranduil leaned in and whispered softly, "Taste the tip. Learn of it...run your tongue over him and feel him pulse for you."

Grey eyes glanced at him in confirmation before focusing on the task at hand. Leaning his head in, Elrond flicked his tongue out, tasting the tip and breathing a soft sigh of delight, which caused a shudder to run up Celeborn's body. He then grew bolder, running his tongue along the rim of the leaking head, gathering the precious drops onto his tongue to savor slowly before he went farther down. He lapped tentatively at the vein, repeating it as moans left the silver haired Elf's lips, giving him courage to explore more. He came back to the top after suckling slowly at the bottom and placed his lips over the head, sucking gently before allowing himself to be pushed down by a guiding hand.

Watching as he stroked himself, Thranduil smiled, whispering instructions and naughty images to the young Peredhel. He brought his hand up, brushing the soft ebony strands from Elrond's flushed cheeks and watched them hollow as Elrond sucked hard and began to move his mouth faster on Celeborn. He looked up, watching as Celeborn's head fell back in rapture, his silver hair a cape behind him that swirled with his need. Returning his gaze down, Thranduil smiled as he watched Elrond relax himself, allowing the shifting hips the movement to thrust up and take his mouth as Celeborn's need came to a peak. Thranduil laughed outright as Celeborn came and Elrond's eyes widened in shock before the Peredhel straightened up and choked on the seed that had been released. Celeborn collapsed back, groaning as Thranduil leaned in and cleaned him up with delicate flicks of his tongue before they kissed deeply, smiling as Elrond moaned in desire at the sight they presented.

Looking down at the Peredhel lazily, Thranduil grinned predatorily. "Ready for your next lesson, Peredhel?" he asked with a purr as he ran his hand down to his own member, stroking it slowly. Elrond nodded swiftly, eagerly, as he moved forward into Thranduil’s arms, meeting the smirking lips with his own reddened ones in a sloppy, but no less eager kiss. Their tongues swirled against each other in a passionate duel, mingling the taste of Celeborn between them before the need for air parted them. Elrond moaned aloud as Celeborn shifted and spooned up behind him, pressing closer to him as Thranduil trailed his lips down the Peredhel’s neck.

“So, are you ready then, pen neth?” Celeborn asked softly, grinning as Elrond snorted and glared at him over his shoulder.

“I am not a little one!” Elrond protested hotly, growling as the two Lords laughed in amusement at his ire. He pouted, but his pout lasted a couple of seconds before he moaned when clever hands trailed over his body, teasing him.

“But you are young…and oh so inexperienced…” Thranduil whispered huskily, grinning as Elrond bucked and moaned as his hidden entrance was circled slowly by a probing digit. “We shall expand that experience,” he added with a soft chuckle. Slowly, as they watched, he shifted until his legs and dripping member were before Elrond’s face and he was nuzzling the hairy crotch.

“Taste him as you tasted me,” Celeborn whispered huskily as he ran his hand along Elrond’s side to lift up one lean leg. Elrond groaned loudly before shifting forward, mimicking what Thranduil was doing to him lower, swirling his tongue around the leaking flesh before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. He tried to move his hips closer towards the mouth that engulfed him, but found himself pinned easily by strong, knowing hands. Celeborn shifted down and flicked his tongue out, tracing a light ring around the untried puckered entrance and causing a gasp of shock to emerge from the preoccupied mouth of Elrond.

He looked up and smirked as he met wide grey eyes before flicking his tongue out to taste the soft hip, tracing a hot wet trail to the cleft before plunging his tongue inside of Elrond. The Peredhel writhed between them, causing Thranduil to groan in pleasure as well as the vibrations from the moaning throat traveled down his groin in pleasured waves. The two Elves tensed suddenly, flooding each other’s mouths as they found their release with muffled cries, though Elrond pulled back and ended up with semen on his face, chin, and chest as he tried to breath, cough, and shudder at the same time.

Thranduil milked Elrond clean through his climax before releasing the younger Elf and rolling onto his back. Celeborn sat up and gently shifted Elrond between them so he was sandwiched comfortably between them. Elrond fell immediately into reverie as he was held securely by the two older Elves, a gentle smile on his lips. Celeborn left the bed briefly and brought back a warm wet cloth, cleaning them all off before snuggling in with his lover and their student. He laced his fingers with Thranduil as they fell into reverie, both content, yet longing for their other soul.

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Celeborn strolled down the dawn lit path of the still growing gardens, smiling softly as he let his mind wander. He found himself hoping that Ereinion would visit the vale soon, allowing the peace here to soothe his heart and mind as it had with the two Princes already. He closed his eyes and hummed quietly as he stretched, thinking back on his two bed partners as he had left them. He stopped though as he heard a soft rustling ahead of him and looked up to see Erestor watching him with a dark scowl. “Erestor? What can I do for you this morning?” he asked pleasantly as he placed his hands within his sleeves, smiling benignly.

“Are you playing with Lord Elrond?” Erestor asked bluntly, coldly, surprising the silvan Prince at the unexpected question.

Cocking an eyebrow, Celeborn smirked. “And if we are?” he asked softly as he tilted his head in curiosity.

“Do not hurt him,” Erestor hissed out, his slate grey eyes flashing with rage as he took a step forward as if to strike the forest Lord.

Even more interested at the protectiveness being exhibited, Celeborn bent his head forward in a mock bow. “Our goal is not to hurt him, but help him. Why does his welfare concern you so, Chief Advisor?” he questioned quietly, warningly.

Stiffening, Erestor’s scowl deepened as he glared at Celeborn. “Tis none of your concern. I will not see Imladris suffer if you break his heart!” he whispered heatedly as he gestured to the vale.

Smirking as he brought his head up to gaze regally down on Erestor, Celeborn replied firmly, “What happens with Lord Elrond and us is truthfully none of your concern, Chief Advisor. But rest at ease in knowing that we have no intention of harming him…only helping him learn strength in many forms.” Erestor snorted in disdain at that proclamation before turning on his heel and leaving in a swirl of black robes into the palace. Celeborn tilted his eyebrow in interest once more, smiling softly. ‘So, our Chief Advisor has feelings for our dear young Lord. Ereinion, did you know of this?’ he wondered before turning to return to his rooms where his lover and said Peredhel Lord were most likely awaiting him. Such revelations needed time to digest and release new plans…

TBC