Title: Finding a Touch. pt.3/4

Author: Deathangelgw

Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Oh so preeeeetty! Oh so sweeeeet! Oh so NOT MINE!!

Warnings: AU, slash, sap, sweet, angst, dark, naughty Elves…

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel eventually, but in this Elladan/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Erestor/Legolas, hinted Legolas/Elrohir/Elladan

Summary: Glorfindel tries to help Erestor relax, but Erestor doesn’t like the results...yet!

A/N: This started out as a simple discussion between two authors, Apollonia and myself. Then…it grew into a challenge! Bwahaha! *snickers* And what I thought was going to be a PWP grew a plot. So here we go! Thanks to MA for the beta doll! Love ya! Enjoy and please review!

'thoughts'

Another week passed after the second 'incident', but Erestor kept himself too busy to think about it. A delegation from Mirkwood had come later that week and he had busily set them into quarters as well as planned a large feast to celebrate their visit. And thus he was standing in the midst of the Fire Hall, directing decorating as well as other preparations.

"Erestor!"

The Councilor glanced over at the call and smiled slightly as he bowed his head in greeting. "Prince Legolas. What may I do for you?" he asked politely, albeit a bit distractedly as he kept an eye on the goings on around them.

Looking around as he came over to the Councilor's side, Legolas smiled softly before focusing once more on the ebony haired Elf. "I wondered if I might take a bit of your time for a question?" he questioned, smiling as Erestor tilted his head in curiosity. "You see, I am mightily sore from the travel and was wondering where you may have a masseuse."

Erestor colored briefly, surprising Legolas before he regained control of his reaction, clearing his throat. "Ahem, we have some fine masseurs over in the public springs. I would have thought your, ahem, lovers would have indulged you," Erestor answered in discomfort as he shuffled through his list.

Laughing lightly, Legolas shook his head. "Ah, if only. My dear lovers are indeed talented with their hands, are they not?" he suggested with a leer, wiggling his eyebrows. He grinned widely as Erestor flushed an even darker red while trying to hide his face behind his hair. "Ah well, my thanks, Lord Councilor. I shall partake of the wonderful services offered here and leave you to your consuming duties," the Prince teased before clapping Erestor on the shoulder and leaving the Hall.

Sighing inwardly as he swallowed hard, Erestor wondered if indeed the twins had used their talented hands on the sprightly Prince or not, then stopped that line of thought swiftly. He found himself thinking of another blond with marvelous hands and sighed as he banished the thought before reacting to it. With an inward whimper, he returned to his work.

*~~**~~*

Roars of laughter rang through the now filled Fire Hall as Elves from both Imladris and Mirkwood mingled and feasted together. Dancing and music swirled around the crowd as all enjoyed the hospitality of Imladris. Elrond sat with his daughter, Arwen, as well as the twins and the visiting Prince, speaking with Legolas as the merrymaking wound around them. All were enjoying the feast greatly.

All…except for the organizer. Erestor stood in the shadows, watching the others silently. His eyes were upon one golden haired Elf as he swirled a giggling maid around the dance floor before asking Arwen to the floor. Erestor looked down slowly, sadly, before leaving through the shadows unseen. Or so he thought.

Elrohir glanced at his brother and Legolas, grinning slowly and receiving answering grins from his brother and lover. This was the night…

Splitting up, Elrohir followed Erestor into his room while Elladan grabbed Glorfindel to ply him with drink and seduction. All three knew what they had to do.

*~~**~~*

Silently, Erestor gazed into the fire that he had started in his bedroom, letting the calming flicker of the flames sooth away his sorrow. For many centuries now, he'd loved Glorfindel from behind his mask. But never had he spoken of his love, knowing he would be rejected. Nevertheless, he did not regret his decision, or the small treats he received from the Valar's mercy, such as the little massage he had allowed not more than a month prior. That had been indeed…a treat.

He sighed softly, eyes soft with memory of strong hands moving over his body surely and wished once more that it had been for different reasons outside of stress relief. He nearly jumped then, as his thoughts had been so deep, when a soft knock echoed from his door. Curious at having a visitor at this late an hour and with a feast going on, the Councilor rose and went to the door. Looking out, he was shocked to find not one, but two visitors in his entryway. "Prince Legolas! Elrohir! What brings you to my rooms when there is merry making going on down the hall?" he asked softly, brow furrowing in worry. "Is something wrong?"

"Aye…you are not there!" Elrohir said with an impish grin before gently pushing Erestor into the room, followed by the Prince.

"And we thought it best that we help…relieve you of your loneliness," Legolas added as they gently ushered Erestor to the divan near the windows.

"B-But the party is for your people, Prince Legola-" Erestor's words were muffled by a soft mouth pressed to his own and he stiffened. His eyes widened as his gasp of surprise was taken advantage of and a slick, warm tongue pressed into his mouth, swiftly plying it of all its pleasurable secrets. He struggled and wrenched his face away as another body sat behind him, effectively pinning him. "You are both mad! What trick is this and how much drink have you had?" he demanded, working to break free of their encircling arms.

"Mmm no drink, save your lips, Erestor," Elrohir purred out as he leaned in for another such draught of those soft lips.

"And no trick either, Lord Councilor. We speak true in that we wish to…relieve you," Legolas whispered huskily into a pointed ear as his hand slowly roved down to Erestor's lap, where it began to knead the rising flesh underneath the dark robes.

Erestor gave an unnerving squeak that ended in a muffled moan as he flushed at the touch, arching his neck back as he fought to stay still under the knowing touches. "You…wish to seduce me? F-For wh-what reason?" he queried shakily, slowly being overwhelmed by the proximity of the two Elves and their caresses.

"To see what other touch you enjoy," Elrohir replied breathlessly as he unbuttoned the velvety robes before pushing them down and kissing the pale skin that was revealed. Erestor gave a choked moan as gentle lips suckled a dusky nipple and his eyes slid close in pleasure as he allowed them to have their way with him.

Afterwards, in a tangle of lean limbs and hair, Erestor watched the two younger Elves with something akin to affectionate gratitude. He caressed a gentle ear tip on Legolas, smiling as it brought a soft smile to the kiss bruised lips. "Why did you wish to do this?" he asked softly, suddenly.

"To remind you that not all touch is to be avoided," Legolas replied softly, looking up with a smile.

"And that to be with another is indeed a joyful and fulfilling experience," Elrohir added just as softly as he nuzzled Erestor's chest.

Smiling thoughtfully, Erestor kept his peace as he relaxed under them, gazing up at the ceiling as they each gently caressed the other, lost in their thoughts. Reverie took them soon after, causing them to leave any troubled thoughts for another time.

*~~**~~*

Across the wing in Glorfindel's room, things were being just as heated…and just as intense. Elladan cried out as he was penetrated slowly by two thick fingers, writhing underneath the blond Elf above him as he thrust down onto the confident fingers. He arched sharply as stars shot across his vision, a gasp of pleasure leaving his kiss-swollen lips as he clung to the broad shoulders that were above his lower region. "P-Please Glorfindel!" he pleaded hoarsely, his throat already sore from his constant crying out in pleasure. He groaned as the fingers were removed to be replaced by a larger, harder object. He bent his legs, spreading himself as the Seneschal slowly thrust into him, claiming him in one thrust.

"Ai, pen neth…you are tight. Have your brother and the golden Prince been not keeping you loosened?" Glorfindel grunted out as he began to move, thrusting slowly within Elladan as he braced himself above the dark-haired Elf.

"W-Who says that I am the one taken?" Elladan groaned out as he arched under Glorfindel, wrapping his legs firmly around the hips that were pumping into him.

"You…surprise me then…" Glorfindel panted out as they began moving harder together, the edge of bliss starting to coil within them as they moved. He threw back his head as Elladan leaned up and latched onto his neck, suckling as they writhed together. With a muffled groan, Elladan stiffened as his climax crashed over him, causing him to bite into Glorfindel's pale skin. Glorfindel hissed in pleasure as he thrust wildly before stiffening as well. Moaning, the Peredhel let his head fall back as he felt warmth fill his insides and they collapsed together to the bed, panting for air.

Shakily, Glorfindel leaned up and brushed his lips over Elladan's before removing himself from the younger Elf and lying to the side. He smiled as his former student turned onto his side to snuggle close and wrapped his arms around the dark haired Elf. "Thank you for that, Elladan," he murmured softly, smiling as a sated gaze looked up at him.

"The pleasure indeed was mine," Elladan purred out before leaning up for another soft kiss. He settled back down, but a knowing smile was on the bruised lips. "Your touch is magic…do you think about Erestor when you touch yourself?" he asked slyly, smirking at the hitched breath that came from the chest underneath his cheek.

"Why do you ask that?" Glorfindel asked softly as he looked up at the ceiling, cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment at the reaction that thought had caused.

Chuckling lowly, Elladan leaned up and braced himself above his former mentor. "Do not be so shy. Answer me this: what are your feelings for our fair Advisor?" he asked softly, seriously.

"Never one to prance around questions I see," the blond mumbled softly, glancing away slightly.

"You love him…do you not?" Elladan pushed gently as he leaned down so he was resting his chin on his hands above Glorfindel. His gray eyes glittered with curiosity and knowledge as well as mirth as they locked with the guarded cerulean gaze below.

"Aye…I do. But he is cold to any touch, much less feelings," Glorfindel replied bitterly, quietly.

"You are wrong," Elladan whispered knowingly as he leaned in, smiling softly. His smile widened as the wary mask dropped in surprise. "I know for a fact that he craves your touch and that, when you are not even aware, he watches you with a longing that is plain to those who know when to look."

"How do you know this?" was suspiciously asked as Glorfindel narrowed his eyes and watched the youth that pinned him. Was Elladan just playing him a fool? 'Nay…he is dear to me and I him. He would not do so low a trick,' he told himself firmly as he waited for Elladan's reply.

"I know for I have seen it with mine own eyes," Elladan replied confidently, smiling softly. "Would you like to…see…for yourself?" he challenged his former mentor softly, grinning as he saw the sparkle of a challenge accepted within Glorfindel's eyes. He leaned in and began whispering his plan to Glorfindel, who, by the time they had fallen into reverie with minds spinning on the intricacies of the plot, felt confident that he would indeed win Erestor's trust and heart.

TBC