LOTR::Haldir/Legolas::NC-17::Lost Part 13
Title: Lost
Author: dejectedmadness
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters, we simply made up stories because we liked them so much.
Summary: Legolas gets sucked into the real world and can't get back so he takes a job as an assassin where he can put his skills with range weapons to good use. After fifty years stranded here he takes a job to assassinate a European figurehead and comes face to face with someone he thought he lost many years ago.
Chapter 12: What now?
When I opened my eyes in the morning it was to a light shining brightly in my eyes and a throbbing head. I rolled over on the bed with a groan and bumped into something. I looked up and saw that Haldir was sprawled on the bed, sheets strewn everywhere, barely covering his nakedness. He was still asleep. I flopped back on the bed and groaned again at the movement. I had been fairly gone the previous night and when I had finished with Haldir I did not remember anything, so I assumed I’d passed out. That must have been a slap in the face to him. However, he knew I was trashed so it was not as though he could have expected much more out of me. Now I was in that horrid state that everyone experiences the morning after a night of drinking.
I sat up again with every intent to get my ass out of bed, but when I tried to stand my legs were shaky enough that they returned me to my position on the bed almost immediately after I attempted to stand. I was a little shaky and pretty nauseous. I stood again and stopped myself from falling this time and made my way, holding onto the wall, to the bathroom.
I barely remembered Haldir and I talking the previous night. I barely remembered anything. I felt like I was dead, or if I wasn’t, I wanted to die. I hovered around the toilet for a good half an hour before deciding I was not going to throw up. I only felt like it. Then it was time to take a shower.
The hot water steamed over my aching body and cleared my head. It felt better than the healing springs. I washed my hair and watched as some of the dark dye leaked down the drain. It had only been a couple of days since I dyed my hair and I knew it was going to fade out rather fast seeing as it was a semi-permanent dye that I used. However, that meant I would have to change my hair before it became noticeable enough for Haldir’s men to recognize me again. Thankfully my hair also grew fast still, as it had in Middle Earth. It was getting longer again and my blonde roots were obvious. I hated being without my long hair. I loved my long hair. I just didn’t need the kind of attention hair like that would bring.
I scrubbed my face and the rest of my body, getting rid of the grime from the past night. I vaguely remembered showering last night but I did not feel like I had. I brushed my teeth thoroughly when I got out of the shower and began to search through my bag for something to wear.
I picked out some clothes, a tight, white muscle shirt and a pair of black slacks. Sometimes I missed my tunic and leggings. I looked through my bag for them and I picked them out. I held them in my hand remembering times past. I wondered how the Fellowship was doing. I had promised Aragorn I would visit him while he reigned as king. I wondered if the chance had passed for that. I hoped that the Hobbits were having a fine time with the rest of their lives. They were all still rather young when I last had seen them, I hoped that they were still around. If I ever went back to Middle Earth I wanted to see them all again. I even wished to lay my eyes once again on Boromir. I knew Gimli would still be around and I intended to spend many a day with him when I returned.
I sighed. How I missed my old life. All I wanted in the world right now was to be back there with them, to be hunting the woods with Aragorn, to be laughing with the Hobbits, to be fighting alongside the Dwarf. It all seemed so distant and hopeless.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled just to remember what I looked like when I did. I only wanted to be the youngest son of Thranduil, the Woodland elf, the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf again. I took off the towel and pulled on my leggings and my tunic.
I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking how ridiculous I looked according to fashion in this world. I moved my face close to the glass and touched it, examining my appearance. I lay my fingers on the reflection of my pointed ears. I touched the reflection of my hair, the blonde roots that were beginning to show. I had only lately realized how much this all bothered me. It was bearable to live the way these people lived when I was alone, but with this reminder of my past, it was indescribably hard to live without these little things that used to tell people who I was: my hair, my ears, my tunic and bow. I wanted all of that to be normal again. I missed it far too much and I wanted it back.
“I liked it better blonde, too.” I heard a voice say. Haldir was in the doorway watching me as I examined myself. I backed away with an embarrassed look on my face from the mirror. He smiled and approached me. “And I long for Middle Earth also.”
I laughed with a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “It wasn’t so bad-”
Haldir approached me and sat next to me. “Before I came along, I know. It was bearable, it was not so terrible to live without all of them, all of it. Now that I am here and I remind you every day of what you left behind, you cannot stand it.”
I opened my mouth as if to speak but I choked before any words came out, so I simply nodded. His arms stretched around me and held me to his side. He rested his chin on the top of my head. I relaxed into his arms. “I miss it,” I finally said. “I miss it so much.”
He held me tighter. “I know.”
* * *
That day we needed to set out and find out more about where Timmy might be. Because I knew him, I was to consider places he might frequent and try to be there. There was no way for my to contact him. There was nothing much I could do but look around and hope I could come up with his hiding place before all the villains in London congregated at this warehouse to go to Middle Earth.
I looked in pubs, hotels, motels, and other warehouses, but I had nothing to go on. It took me a while before I figured out the only way to make this work. Timmy must know that I was not keeping Haldir occupied, so he would find me again wherever I was and he would tell me exactly what he thought of my work.
I told Haldir to do what he usually did, take his guys out and go looking around. Visit seedy bars and places one might find a lot of lowlifes. He would then not be ‘out of the way’ as Timmy needed him to be and thus Timmy would seek me.
So to help him find me, I would pick one spot, in a bar or pub, and sit there until he showed up. However, how would Timmy know I was not doing my job? Perhaps he was watching me, had someone keeping an eye on me. I checked for bugs in my room, and to my relief, I found none. That meant that he had not heard, nor did he know about my conversation with Haldir regarding him being Melkor. He did not know that I knew what he was trying to do.
Fortunately, this gave us the opportunity to play him a little. Surely if something large happened with me and Haldir, such as a fight between us which split us up, Timmy would find out and he would come talk to me. Haldir and I decided to give him a bit of a show.
* * *
“You fucking jerk! Get out of here!”
“SMASH!” A mug hit the wall and broke. Haldir threw my body up against the door and started yelling about something. I heard the words “drunk” and “sex” and “asshole” so I knew he was making it good. I ducked as another glass went flying my way and hit the wall.
“Get out! I don’t need this shit from you! You can come back when you grow a goddamn brain!” He came at me with a chair and I knew that he was not going to stop, he was a rather good actor, I almost thought he wanted to kill me for a moment there. I struggled with the doorknob and tumbled out the door backward as he gestured at me with the chair.
“Fuck! It’s my fucking room!” He threw the chair at me, and it hit my leg. He did not look sorry. He was standing at the doorway of my room and there were a few people staring at me and him from the street. Haldir slammed the door, and I yelled again. “Can I have my fucking shoes?” I ran at the door as if to slam on it, and it opened and shoes flew out with my jacket, and one caught me in the side of the head!
I put on the shoes and slipped the jacket on over my muscle shirt. I turned to walk away and saw a bunch of people staring at me from the street. “What?” I yelled at them and they stepped back, shocked, and continued on their merry way. I stumbled out into the street and looked at my watch. It was about three, not too early to hit a bar.
* * *
“Sir, there was a disturbance at the motel today.” Timmy looked up at Rocko as if to tell him to continue. “The kid had a fight with… the other one. He accused Jack of being a drunk and an asshole and only wanting sex.” A couple of the guys in the room sniggered but went silent with a look from their boss. “That guy threw at chair at Jack, I heard some glass break, and he got hit in the head with his own shoe. He sauntered off after that. He went to a bar-”
Timmy nodded. “What time did this happen?”
“Three o’clock, sir.”
“Tell Jim to bring the car around. You’re going to show me this bar.”
* * *
I ordered a beer and sat down at the bar. I watched the football match on television and chewed on peanuts while I drank. I was not even fully feeling better after yesterday’s drinking endeavours, however, this was part of the show, I might as well act the role. I finished that beer and ordered a shot or two or three… or more… of vodka before he actually got there. I hadn’t intended to drink so much, it just happened. One really could get lost in a football game, though I had never taken interest before.
I did not notice at first when he sat next to me and ordered a drink. I was resting my head on my arm on the bar and chewing thoughtfully on a peanut. He startled me when he said my name.
I looked over at him and smiled. “Timmy!” I laughed and slapped him on the back. “How arrrre you doin….” I laughed again and pointed at the screen. “Thisssss game issssn’t tooooo baddd.” I ordered another shot from the bartender and drank it back.
He smiled at me politely but was slightly disgusted at how intoxicated I was. “I’m good, Jack, real good. I was just wondering how you’re doing? Everything okay?”
I knew it was about time to put my acting skills to use. I swallowed hard and let my eyes tear up. I looked away from him and ordered another drink, though I knew I was going to regret this heavy drinking again tomorrow. “I’m all right. Just having a drink.” I shrugged off his words, pretending I was pretending they had no effect on me when they really did.
Timmy put his hand on my shoulder and patted my back. “Oh, come on Jack, you and me, we’re old pals. You’ve always been there when I needed you. Let me be here now.” He draped his arm across my shoulders and pulled me a little closer. “Talk to me.”
I looked over to him, tears filling my eyes, unshed, and looked away again. I played with the glass on the countertop and shifted in my chair. It took me a minute, but I finally agreed. “Yeah, all right.”
He nodded and leant back away to give me some room, a comfort zone. “What happened?”
I rubbed at my eyes, as though trying to get rid of tears discreetly and started talking, having to clear my throat first. “He was there last night. He came over. I was fucking drunk. I was on my ass ninety percent of the time, but he stayed there and he took care of me, because that is the way he is, you see. I tried to fuck him. I can’t remember if I did or not. We talked. I can’t remember what we talked about, but when I woke up and saw him there next to me… I couldn’t let him go again.
“He had to go and do something, that’s his job, right? I didn’t want him to go… plus, you told me to keep him busy, right? So I told him to stay and be with me. I tried to convince him, you know, kissing and touching. I wanted him to stay, and I thought if I offered to pleasure him… he wouldn’t leave.” I looked back at the table, probably looking like I was feeling sick. “He started in on me about only wanting sex. He said I was using him. I didn’t love him. He told me to get out. He threw me out. Out of my own hotel room! He threw things at me: a glass, a shoe, a chair! Everything is so different. All I wanted was for everything to be the same as it always was with him….”
I buried my face in my arm and let tears seep out from behind my closed eyelids. I felt Timmy’s hand on my shoulder and then around me, comforting me. He didn’t say anything. I knew he thought I was an embarrassment and he was ashamed to be seen with me in public. When I finally looked up I had to put a hand to my head because the room was spinning a lot more than it had been a few minutes ago. I guess the alcohol I had drunk was starting to catch up with me.
I held tightly onto the counter and looked back at Timmy. “I really screwed shit up.” I was actually starting to feel depressed, though I knew Haldir was not actually angry with me. The alcohol was warping my perception and memory. “I screwed it up for me, and I screwed shit up for you and your plans. I have never been this big of a fuck up. Look at me, so called professional. You are supposed to be able to come to me for anything. Anyone you want dead, I got it done for ya!” Timmy looked around, wondering if anyone was watching or heard what I had said. “No… not anymore.”
I went to rest my face back in my arms and Timmy took a hold of my shoulders. “Jack, you know that is not true. Everyone hits a rough patch. You are no exception. Just because there are some complications this time does not mean everything is fucked. You still have three days to get the job done. Three days you have to keep him off my back and then you can forget about it. That’ll be all.”
I sighed. “He won’t do anything but scream at me.”
Timmy nodded. “Well today is wasted anyway. I have an idea. Why don’t I take you back to my place and you can crash there until you feel up to talking to him. You have three days left before shit hits the fan. But then you need to get him out of town, out of my hair, okay?”
I nodded. “Thanks, Timmy. You’re a good friend.” I tried to get up out of my chair and stand but I hadn’t moved since I arrived and I had drank more than I thought; I fell off the chair and almost met the floor, but he held me up and helped me get some form of balance. Timmy put some bills on the counter and helped me out the door.
He drove us to his place. I didn’t see exactly where we went but when we got out I recognized the place we were at. It was the same hotel as Haldir was staying in! I didn’t make any movement or expression to say I knew where we were. Instead, I got out of the car with a little help from Timmy, and he led me to the apartment style suite he had. He gave me the master bedroom because he said he had other shit to do. He told me to take a nap or something and he would be back later.
“Hey, Timmy, where are you going?”
“Got some business to take care of, Jack,” he replied.
I nodded. “If this thing you’re doing is so big, how come I haven’t heard about it?”
Timmy smiled and turned off the light in the room. “You’ll find out, Jack.”
* * *
Haldir sat in the motel room, wondering if he was going to get word from Legolas about Timmy and where he was. Had their plan even worked? Did they make fools of themselves for no reason? Haldir didn’t know, but he was going to stay there until he head from his lover.
He tried to keep himself occupied but he really had nothing to do. He turned on the television to a football match, but it didn’t hold his interest for long. He looked around the motel room in search of something to occupy his time. He went into the bathroom and opened Legolas’ bag hoping to find something of interest. Instead he found clothes, a knife and hair dye.
Haldir picked up a box of the stuff and looked at it.
“Blonde hair dye, huh? Looks like you were missing your natural colour more than you cared to say.” He looked again and found the bleach that would strip the current colour from his hair so the blonde would work. He smiled at the box and put it down. Haldir sighed. There really was nothing to do here at all.
Finally after many hours, Haldir answered the ringing phone to hear the voice of his beloved. “Legolas, where have you been, why didn’t you call?”
Legolas groaned. “Please talk more quietly, my love.” He cleared his throat and explained, “I have been with Timmy for a long while now. He found me at the bar and I talked to him as was intended, but when I was in the pub I took my acting a little too seriously. I must have been about as bad off as I was last night. I slept a little and now it is- what, six-thirty?- and I am still pretty fucked. However, it is all right because we know where it is, of course, we should have known before.”
Haldir took a moment to digest all of this before he spoke. “Okay, you are drunk because you accidentally drank too much to prove to Timmy you were upset. You are still drunk and it has been a long while since you had anything to drink. Yet, all of this is okay because we know where it is.”
Legolas paused before answering. “Yes.”
Haldir was a little irritated at his intoxication, but he hid his annoyance because there were more important things to talk about. “So where is it? And where are you?”
“I am in it. It’s the place you’re staying. He has been in your building!” Haldir was a little shocked to say the least. He felt for sure he would have recognized the feeling of such an evil presence so near to him.
“That’s… news at least. Well I am glad you called. Are you in his room, you know he can keep track of those calls.” Haldir didn’t think Legolas was that stupid but it was entirely possible.
“No I am in the lobby on a pay phone. Hold on a sec.” There was a muffled silence on the phone and then Legolas returned. “He is coming this way. I am going to act again. I love this part.” Legolas sounded like he was pretty happy about this, though rather inebriated to say the least. Haldir hoped he was doing as well as he seemed to think he was.
“My love,” Haldir heard on the line, “I know you think I am an asshole and a dick, but you know I can change. I must have changed to become something you hate so much, so I can change back!” There was a pause as if Legolas was listening to something; this was to give Timmy the impression that he was listening to Haldir speak back. “You know I love you! And I do listen, I do. It’s just hard. It’s been so long. I missed you.” He paused again. “Can’t we just move past it? I was drunk, and this morning I only wanted you to stay! You stayed after I left, so why didn’t you want to stay with me?” Legolas sounded like tears were welling in his eyes just then. He paused again for more input from imaginary Haldir. “No, Haldir! Don’t go! Let’s just talk! Aaaaahhh!” Suddenly Haldir was disconnected, and he knew that Timmy would think Haldir hung up first.
* * *
I slammed the phone down on the cradle and hit the wall with my hand. I retracted my hand and looked at it, blew air at it with my mouth, and placed a red knuckle in my mouth. I turned around and Melkor- Timmy- was standing there. I jumped a little, not having expected him to be so close.
“Jack, needed to make a phone call?” He asked. I nodded.
“I figured you would not want me racking up the phone bill.” I took a step and stumbled a little. He held out his arm for me to steady myself on, and I took it.
“Jack, you should know better than that. What’s yours is mine.” I nodded.
“I’ll remember that for the next time I need him to hang up on me.”
“Things are still rough, I see.” I nodded. “Well how about this. Later tonight when you are feeling a little better, you take him out for a nice dinner at this little place I know. I can get you nice seats, food compliments of the chef, a great view of the city… You can he can work things out over dinner.”
In surprise, I stared at him, almost forgetting to watch where I was walking. I tripped over my own feet, but he caught me before I could fall. “Timmy, you don’t have to do all this for me, you know.”
He nodded. “Well I think it will be giving you a little push in the right direction.”
* * *
Ten o’clock rolled around and I got ready to go out with my love for dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants I had ever heard of for free. I was still feeling a little sick, but not so much drunk. I was sober now, however there was the hung-over feeling I had now that kept me from being at my best. I picked Haldir up in a limo on loan by my boss and took him to the restaurant. I knew there was probably someone keeping tabs on us while we were out together, so we knew well enough not to talk about anything but getting back together. From the first moment I put on my acting skills.
I smiled shyly over at him as he picked up the menu on the table. I cleared my throat and kept my eye on him as he eyes the selection. “You can pick anything you want. It’s all about you tonight.”
Haldir looked up at me but said nothing and then returned his gaze to the menu before him. I swallowed uncomfortably and scratched my head a little. We ordered shortly after that and sat there in an awkward silence. Finally I knew I needed to say something.
“Look, Haldir, I know I was an asshole. I really didn’t mean to be. Since I saw you again, since I found you again,” I took his hand in mine, he did not make a noise or move at all, “my brain has been addled, I haven’t known up from down. I am sure you can tell that, with all that has happened. The point is, when I knew you would be leaving me… I panicked. I needed you to stay. I wanted to be with you. I thought the only way I could convince you to stay with me without me begging and sounding pathetic was if I could offer you something.” I looked around at the people seated close to us and lowered my voice. “I thought if I offered you pleasure you would have no apprehensions about staying there with me.” I sighed and squeezed his fingers looking down at the table. I let go of his hand and leaned back seemingly exasperated. I opened my mouth as if to say more, but finding myself at a loss for words I said nothing.
Haldir smiled suddenly and took my hand back in his. “You thought you needed to convince me to stay?”
I looked up from the table and into his eyes. I nodded.
He laughed a little. “You should know better than that, my heart. You are more important to me than anything. I would never leave you so long as you asked me to stay. Unless the world was crumbling beneath my feet and only I could stop it, I would remain by your side.” He sighed and took my other hand, squeezing them both. “I love you. It was just, when you came back and you were trashed, I was disappointed. Not only had you taken this profession, this terrible job,” he sighed in disgust, “but you were drunk like I had never seen you before. Then you seemed only to want sex and I… I could not deal with the way you had become.”
I nodded. “I know and I am sorry. It is the way the world has changed me. It is commonplace for people to sell or trade their bodies for other more useful things. It seemed like something one would do in this day and age: offer their body for their love only to stay with them. I was not thinking, clearly. If I could do it again, I surely would not do the same.”
Haldir smiled. “It is sweet that you would do something like offer your body, something that is so private, so valuable, only to keep me there. That you would give yourself to me to use as I please to keep me happy, it means a lot.”
I smiled. “I would do anything for you.”
Dinner progressed with Haldir and I expressing our love, talking about our lives to date, and other, more intimate things, in hushed voices. When we finished our meal we sauntered out to the limo and the driver notified me that Timmy had gotten us a room in his hotel. I smiled and told the driver to thank my boss before agreeing to let him take us there.
To Haldir I said, “Do you have any disinclinations about going somewhere special?”
He smiled and leaned in close to me. “Like a room?” I nodded and he replied, “I have no objections.”
* * *
“They are on their way here, boss.” Timmy nodded but did not turn around and he listened for the door closing behind whomever delivered the message. He smiled to himself.
‘As long as they can keep busy long enough for me to get some of this crap out of the way, I will have nothing to worry about.’
Timmy had not put any kind of bug in the room, he did not place a guard outside the door, nor did he intend on looking at the camera recordings. He knew there would be something going on behind that door that he did not want to know about, and as long as that was the case, he didn’t care if they talked about ending the world.
* * *
I lead Haldir into the room and flicked on the lights. The man who had led us here smiled knowingly and nodded goodbye to us as he closed the door behind him. I smiled at Haldir and he smiled back, a little apprehensively.
“I guess it is expected that we do something that no one is supposed to know about behind these doors, huh?”
I smiled. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Personally, there is nothing I would rather be doing….” I took my suit jacket off and placed it over the back of a chair. Haldir, like a virgin bride, nervously stood fidgeting with his hands waiting for me to approach. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But I would love for you to want me to do something.”
I was mere inches from him, my face close to his. It felt so strange, like we were acting a part in this soap opera we were conducting for my boss, but it seemed real at the same time. It seemed like we were actually hesitant about being together again after a fight when we were only pretending. I didn’t care. My part in this play was to be the dominant one. I was supposed to be the one who did wrong, apologize, and pleasure my lover to make up for wrongs done. That is what I wanted to do.
Haldir was not looking at me. He was looking at the floor. He was looking at the wall. He was trying not to meet my eyes. He seemed scared.
“What is wrong, melamin?” I asked without realizing I had spoken in elvish.
His eyes widened but he decided not to point out the mistake I had made. “I feel like we are doing something for the first time.”
“Sometimes making up after a fight feels that way. We do not have to do anything. Only tell me what you want.” I stayed a respectable distance from him so as to let him decide if he wanted me to come closer or if he wanted me to back away.
“I want everything to be all right between us.”
I nodded. “Everything is all right with me. If there is something more we have to discuss then so be it. Simply tell me and I will try-”
He shook his head. “Words are not enough. I only don’t know how to approach.”
I smiled at his seeming innocence. “You have to do naught but tell me what you want me to do for you.”
He seemed to relax after that and it was easier to approach him. He allowed me to come closer. He allowed my head to tilt slightly and my lips to touch his own. He did not back away when I slid my tongue against his lips, begging entrance to his hot, cavernous mouth. He only pulled me closer when his hands found my waist. I rested my fingertips on his cheeks and kissed him more deeply. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I lost myself in the feeling of our bodies crushed together. I felt his hardness jabbing me through his suit, and I moaned at the realization that he wanted me.
Haldir tried to follow me without removing his lips or his arms, to the bed. I tripped over the end of the bed and fell back onto it, taking him with me down onto the soft blankets. I let my hands explore his body with a gentle touch that I had to force upon myself. I did not want this to be rough and tumble. I wanted this to be soft and gentle and loving. I wanted our groping to be caressing and our moans to be whispers of endearments.
However, Haldir’s touch sped my pulse, and his enthusiasm led me to believe he was not interested in slow meaningful sex. He wanted to make up with passion and heat! I made to push him away gently, with hands on his chest, but Haldir wanted none of it. He took my hands and thrust them above my head, pinning me to the mattress. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard. I felt my organ grow to full erectness under the tight constraints of my pants. He kissed my throat and my jaw and moved his lips to my ear.
When his tongue flicked out and caught the tip of my sensitive spot, I knew I was done for. I shuddered with pleasure and moaned, turning my head trying to increase the contact between his lips and my skin. He nibbled on my earlobe and then slid his tongue to the tip again to suck on that.
Being my most sensitive erogenous zone, it elicited moans and twitches from me. Involuntarily my hips bucked upward. I don’t think it would matter who did it, if anyone touched my ear it would render me helpless and aroused beyond imagination. Haldir, knowing this, used my weakness to his fullest capability.
I was no longer the one in control and it frustrated me when he pulled his lips from my ear. I knew that he was taking control of the situation when it was supposed to be my night to serve him. “Haldir,” I whimpered, “I thought I was to make up for the wrongs I had done. Will you not let me- ahh-“
His hand snaked into my trousers and grasped my staff. His other hand, having released my arms, began to undo the buttons on my shirt. After a moment’s struggle, Haldir became impatient and ripped the buttons from the shirt. I did not protest. His hand found my chest while the other was gently stroking my hardness and began to tease and pinch my nipples, rolling the hard buds between his fingers. I let my head fall back against the bed and tried to push my body into his grasp more. His lips slid down to my chest and began to kiss and form trails with his tongue down my body. His lips sealed around my hard nipple and sucked on it until I purred for more.
Haldir’s grip never left my desire but his lips found every other spot on my body it seemed. It took forever before he finally trailed the rest of the way down to where my body met my pants. He undid the button there by briefly letting go of my nipple, causing me to moan a little in distaste, but when I realized what he was up to, I cut the sound off in my throat.
Haldir’s warm mouth surrounded me from outside of my boxers while his hands moved to remove my pants. They pulled them down to the floor; we were still on the edge of the bed, and my feet and legs were still dangling over the edge of the mattress. Haldir’s mouth disappeared again to be replaced almost immediately, too fast for me to make a sound in protest, anyway, by his hand.
His lips continued to trail kisses down the length of my body. His lips touched my knees, my shins, calves, ankles, and then continued back up my body until they reached my inner thighs. His tongue searched under my boxers to taste the sac of skin hanging between my legs. I whimpered a little and felt my organ twitch in his hand.
Haldir’s lips and tongue surrounded me through my shorts again and his hands moved to slip them down. When my body was bared to him he did not stop to gaze upon it, he did not stop at all, he did not wish to torture me, it seemed. His lips immediately went to the tip on my member and licked the slit there and the droplets seeping out. He kissed the engorged head and slid his lips around it agonizingly slowly. He pulled it into his mouth a millimetre at a time and let his tongue guide it as he engulfed the whole thing with his mouth and throat.
When his lips tickled the base of my hard length I realized I was not breathing. I sucked in air when his throat and mouth contracted around my organ. Unbeknownst to me, my hand slid to the back of his head, touching his long golden hair, and urging him on by pressing gently. I let a moan slip through my lips and the hand not touching my love grasped the sheets on the bed tightly.
Haldir’s lips and tongue were doing unthinkable things to my hardness as he pulled himself up and down it, tracing the ridges and grooves and other contours of my desire. His hand began to snake its way beneath me and began ticking and touching the sac of skin between my legs. His fingers pinched and squeezed and held me gently. Then Haldir did something that almost undid me fully. It began low, in his stomach, and a low rumble began to come from there, and soon a purr vibrated my elfhood in his mouth. I let out a cry and gripped the bed tighter as I fought for breath. I wanted him to finish it, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to ever end.
Haldir’s hand began to move lower until it touched the puckered opening there and I bucked up into the air gasping for breath. His movements, so skilled, were going to ensure my completion right here.
“Haldir! You must- ooooh!- You are going to finish- aah!” I thrust myself into his mouth when his finger pushed inside my entrance and tried to hold on. The humming stopped but the rhythm had not. Was Haldir trying to finish me now, or was he wanting to prepare me for more and assumed I could hold on?
I removed my other hand from the back of his head and decided that I could not withstand anymore. I was about to let go when Haldir’s mouth pulled away from me, and his hands left me. I cried out and my eyes shot open. Silvery tears were already forming and yet he left me there. He pulled himself up next to me and kissed my ear and then my lips. I tried to kiss him back with force but he would not let me. He held me back and refused to let me touch him.
He held my hands to the side and waited until my breathing had calmed and I was laying there on the bed, panting with my eyes closed. Finally, when I was this calm, he kissed my lips again and I opened my eyes to look at him when I asked him what that was all about.
He put a finger to my lips before I could speak. “This is only the beginning my love.” I noticed now that he was fully clothed and though his erection showed through his pants, he was unconcerned. Haldir left the room for a moment, assuring me he would be back quickly and I closed my eyes and lay on the bed. I was still very hard and felt quite warm.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to the sound of Haldir padding pack to the room with the bucket of ice and champagne that was on the table in the other room. He approached me with it and two glasses. He placed them on the table and opened the champagne. He poured the two glasses and handed one to me. I drank mine down in one swig and he drank his slowly, savouring the flavour. He put my glass with his back on the table and brought the champagne over to me. He told me to open my mouth, so I did, and he poured it in only to drink it back out from my mouth. I am not sure why I found it so erotic, but I did and felt myself desiring him more because of it.
Haldir took off the tie he was still wearing and tossed it aside, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. I took a hold of this shirt, loosened to fit my grip, and pulled him down to me to kiss him again. He kissed me back just as vigorously and began to slide closer to me, straddling me on the bed. I moved my hands to his pants but he swatted them away and moved his lips to my ear to bring me to attention. I stopped moving, as was customary when my entire body shivered under his ministrations.
I felt something on my chest that was a little strange. I opened my eyes, trying to overcome the feeling of his teeth grazing my ear and looked down at my chest. A water droplet. Before I could comment to him, his fingers reached down and took my nipple into his- amazingly cold grip! He had an ice cube in his hand from the champagne bucket! I sat upright and he used his other hand to gently push me back down.
“My love, you must trust me.” I gulped and let him continue. His cold hand and the ice trailed a path down my chest with his lips and tongue an inch or less behind to follow. The contrast between the cold ice and his hot mouth were amazingly arousing. I felt my hardness pushing harder against his leg and suddenly noticed where the ice was going.
When the cold touched my organ I almost bolted upright in my resting place, if it were not for Haldir’s controlling hand, I would have. Instead, he held me down and let the ice trail down my skin and followed it with his tongue, which was strangely more arousing than before, on my chest. It only went on a moment before I groaned my appreciation. After a moment the cold stopped and I looked down. The ice had melted. However, Haldir’s mouth had not stopped.
It surrounded my length as it had a few moments earlier and this time it was not so gentle. His lips ravaged my flesh and I felt his teeth graze the engorged head a few times, bringing forth a cry of pleasure mingled with shock. His hand, still cold, reached down and touched my puckered opening. He gently rubbed against it until his hands were warm again from the heat of my skin.
His lips suddenly slid off the end of my arousal and I gasped in surprise, but his lips slid down and took one of the bulging balls in my sac into his mouth and started sucking on it. I arched my back on the bed and could find nowhere to put my hands strong enough to keep me from thrusting upwards. Haldir’s finger kept probing at my backside and his mouth kept sucking on me. I wanted to explode.
When the sensation stopped I could take it no longer, and having my senses come back to me, I sat straight up and took Haldir by the shoulders.
I could not take it any longer. I needed him. “I need you.” I wanted him. “I want you.” I had to be inside of him, or have him in me. “Take me.” Now. “Now!”
I tossed Haldir back on the bed and kissed him, ravaged his mouth with my own and ripped at his shirt with my fingers. I needed to feel him, all of him. I tossed the useless piece of cloth on the floor and began fumbling with his pants. I ripped them down and he helped me get them off of him. I straddled him and kissed him harder. His hardness pushed upward at me and begged me to take it. I did. I grasped it in my hand and slid down to take it in my mouth. I wanted him. I wanted to devour him.
Haldir’s hands shot to his sides and he held onto the bed, his hands like claws, talons. I could not keep myself amused with that for too long however. I pulled away about to tell him I needed to be inside him, when he took my shoulders and threw me back down on the bed. He fumbled around in his pocket on the floor and came up with a bottle of oil. He must have gotten it when he was out getting the champagne.
He positioned himself between my legs and I tried to sit myself up to kiss him, to touch him, anything, but Haldir pushed me back down again and held me there, kissing me again. I knew he had lubricated himself well when his hand moved to do the same to my entrance, and I finally felt his hardness positioned there.
It pushed against my backside and then with a little pressure he pushed himself in. I could not help but tense again and I whimpered to signal him to stop a moment while I got used to the feeling. I knew he was impatient, and so was I, which was why I tried to relax and nodded before I was ready. I cried out when he thrust himself into me and my breathing became a little more laboured, though I tried to relax. He stopped until I felt more ready and then gently started the pushing in and pulling out of me.
It was uncomfortable at first, but after a moment the head of his organ was positioned in such a way that it brushed against the raised area inside of me and I felt a surge of bliss explode through my body. I could barely breathe for a moment. I noticed Haldir had stopped moving, but I opened my eyes and swallowed hard while I choked out, “Please don’t stop.”
Haldir’s movements picked up after that and I felt myself starting to culminate to the ultimate release. I swallowed hard and whispered his name. Haldir stopped after a few moments, to my surprise, and he withdrew. I was about to protest when he ordered me, “Turn over.”
I did as he requested and he positioned himself back at my entrance and with a solid push he thrust himself inside. I cried out in surprise at the action and the abruptness of it. Haldir reached in front of me and grabbed my throbbing member and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. His hips slapped my thighs from behind and his organ thrust deeper into me, hitting that bud of pleasure each time. I felt my breath getting short and I knew it would not be long. I began to meet his thrusts, I pushed myself back to slap against him harder. I wanted to crush us together. It felt so wonderful.
Haldir’s breathing became more erratic and mine followed, I felt my balls begin to tighten and I knew I was about to explode. “Haldir!” I cried and pounded myself back against his body one more time, tightening and releasing my seed all over his hand.
With my crushing grip on his hardness, Haldir followed my ascent and came inside my cavity shortly after. I barely was about to hold myself up and when Haldir collapsed on top of me I fell to the bed. Haldir rolled over onto his side and licked my juice from his hand. I rolled over to kiss him and he pulled me to his side, cradling my head in the nook between his neck and shoulder.
“My love, let us never fight.” He muttered sleepily.
I had forgotten about the acting, about the fight, but I remembered quickly. I nodded. “I will never do anything again that could provoke your wrath, my sweet… unless it can be followed by an exercise of that calibre.” Haldir chuckled and kissed my head, I snuggled in next to him and slid beneath the covers of the bed.
“Amin mela lle.” I muttered under my breath.
“Amin mela lle.” He conceded.
Author: dejectedmadness
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters, we simply made up stories because we liked them so much.
Summary: Legolas gets sucked into the real world and can't get back so he takes a job as an assassin where he can put his skills with range weapons to good use. After fifty years stranded here he takes a job to assassinate a European figurehead and comes face to face with someone he thought he lost many years ago.
Chapter 12: What now?
When I opened my eyes in the morning it was to a light shining brightly in my eyes and a throbbing head. I rolled over on the bed with a groan and bumped into something. I looked up and saw that Haldir was sprawled on the bed, sheets strewn everywhere, barely covering his nakedness. He was still asleep. I flopped back on the bed and groaned again at the movement. I had been fairly gone the previous night and when I had finished with Haldir I did not remember anything, so I assumed I’d passed out. That must have been a slap in the face to him. However, he knew I was trashed so it was not as though he could have expected much more out of me. Now I was in that horrid state that everyone experiences the morning after a night of drinking.
I sat up again with every intent to get my ass out of bed, but when I tried to stand my legs were shaky enough that they returned me to my position on the bed almost immediately after I attempted to stand. I was a little shaky and pretty nauseous. I stood again and stopped myself from falling this time and made my way, holding onto the wall, to the bathroom.
I barely remembered Haldir and I talking the previous night. I barely remembered anything. I felt like I was dead, or if I wasn’t, I wanted to die. I hovered around the toilet for a good half an hour before deciding I was not going to throw up. I only felt like it. Then it was time to take a shower.
The hot water steamed over my aching body and cleared my head. It felt better than the healing springs. I washed my hair and watched as some of the dark dye leaked down the drain. It had only been a couple of days since I dyed my hair and I knew it was going to fade out rather fast seeing as it was a semi-permanent dye that I used. However, that meant I would have to change my hair before it became noticeable enough for Haldir’s men to recognize me again. Thankfully my hair also grew fast still, as it had in Middle Earth. It was getting longer again and my blonde roots were obvious. I hated being without my long hair. I loved my long hair. I just didn’t need the kind of attention hair like that would bring.
I scrubbed my face and the rest of my body, getting rid of the grime from the past night. I vaguely remembered showering last night but I did not feel like I had. I brushed my teeth thoroughly when I got out of the shower and began to search through my bag for something to wear.
I picked out some clothes, a tight, white muscle shirt and a pair of black slacks. Sometimes I missed my tunic and leggings. I looked through my bag for them and I picked them out. I held them in my hand remembering times past. I wondered how the Fellowship was doing. I had promised Aragorn I would visit him while he reigned as king. I wondered if the chance had passed for that. I hoped that the Hobbits were having a fine time with the rest of their lives. They were all still rather young when I last had seen them, I hoped that they were still around. If I ever went back to Middle Earth I wanted to see them all again. I even wished to lay my eyes once again on Boromir. I knew Gimli would still be around and I intended to spend many a day with him when I returned.
I sighed. How I missed my old life. All I wanted in the world right now was to be back there with them, to be hunting the woods with Aragorn, to be laughing with the Hobbits, to be fighting alongside the Dwarf. It all seemed so distant and hopeless.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled just to remember what I looked like when I did. I only wanted to be the youngest son of Thranduil, the Woodland elf, the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf again. I took off the towel and pulled on my leggings and my tunic.
I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking how ridiculous I looked according to fashion in this world. I moved my face close to the glass and touched it, examining my appearance. I lay my fingers on the reflection of my pointed ears. I touched the reflection of my hair, the blonde roots that were beginning to show. I had only lately realized how much this all bothered me. It was bearable to live the way these people lived when I was alone, but with this reminder of my past, it was indescribably hard to live without these little things that used to tell people who I was: my hair, my ears, my tunic and bow. I wanted all of that to be normal again. I missed it far too much and I wanted it back.
“I liked it better blonde, too.” I heard a voice say. Haldir was in the doorway watching me as I examined myself. I backed away with an embarrassed look on my face from the mirror. He smiled and approached me. “And I long for Middle Earth also.”
I laughed with a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “It wasn’t so bad-”
Haldir approached me and sat next to me. “Before I came along, I know. It was bearable, it was not so terrible to live without all of them, all of it. Now that I am here and I remind you every day of what you left behind, you cannot stand it.”
I opened my mouth as if to speak but I choked before any words came out, so I simply nodded. His arms stretched around me and held me to his side. He rested his chin on the top of my head. I relaxed into his arms. “I miss it,” I finally said. “I miss it so much.”
He held me tighter. “I know.”
* * *
That day we needed to set out and find out more about where Timmy might be. Because I knew him, I was to consider places he might frequent and try to be there. There was no way for my to contact him. There was nothing much I could do but look around and hope I could come up with his hiding place before all the villains in London congregated at this warehouse to go to Middle Earth.
I looked in pubs, hotels, motels, and other warehouses, but I had nothing to go on. It took me a while before I figured out the only way to make this work. Timmy must know that I was not keeping Haldir occupied, so he would find me again wherever I was and he would tell me exactly what he thought of my work.
I told Haldir to do what he usually did, take his guys out and go looking around. Visit seedy bars and places one might find a lot of lowlifes. He would then not be ‘out of the way’ as Timmy needed him to be and thus Timmy would seek me.
So to help him find me, I would pick one spot, in a bar or pub, and sit there until he showed up. However, how would Timmy know I was not doing my job? Perhaps he was watching me, had someone keeping an eye on me. I checked for bugs in my room, and to my relief, I found none. That meant that he had not heard, nor did he know about my conversation with Haldir regarding him being Melkor. He did not know that I knew what he was trying to do.
Fortunately, this gave us the opportunity to play him a little. Surely if something large happened with me and Haldir, such as a fight between us which split us up, Timmy would find out and he would come talk to me. Haldir and I decided to give him a bit of a show.
* * *
“You fucking jerk! Get out of here!”
“SMASH!” A mug hit the wall and broke. Haldir threw my body up against the door and started yelling about something. I heard the words “drunk” and “sex” and “asshole” so I knew he was making it good. I ducked as another glass went flying my way and hit the wall.
“Get out! I don’t need this shit from you! You can come back when you grow a goddamn brain!” He came at me with a chair and I knew that he was not going to stop, he was a rather good actor, I almost thought he wanted to kill me for a moment there. I struggled with the doorknob and tumbled out the door backward as he gestured at me with the chair.
“Fuck! It’s my fucking room!” He threw the chair at me, and it hit my leg. He did not look sorry. He was standing at the doorway of my room and there were a few people staring at me and him from the street. Haldir slammed the door, and I yelled again. “Can I have my fucking shoes?” I ran at the door as if to slam on it, and it opened and shoes flew out with my jacket, and one caught me in the side of the head!
I put on the shoes and slipped the jacket on over my muscle shirt. I turned to walk away and saw a bunch of people staring at me from the street. “What?” I yelled at them and they stepped back, shocked, and continued on their merry way. I stumbled out into the street and looked at my watch. It was about three, not too early to hit a bar.
* * *
“Sir, there was a disturbance at the motel today.” Timmy looked up at Rocko as if to tell him to continue. “The kid had a fight with… the other one. He accused Jack of being a drunk and an asshole and only wanting sex.” A couple of the guys in the room sniggered but went silent with a look from their boss. “That guy threw at chair at Jack, I heard some glass break, and he got hit in the head with his own shoe. He sauntered off after that. He went to a bar-”
Timmy nodded. “What time did this happen?”
“Three o’clock, sir.”
“Tell Jim to bring the car around. You’re going to show me this bar.”
* * *
I ordered a beer and sat down at the bar. I watched the football match on television and chewed on peanuts while I drank. I was not even fully feeling better after yesterday’s drinking endeavours, however, this was part of the show, I might as well act the role. I finished that beer and ordered a shot or two or three… or more… of vodka before he actually got there. I hadn’t intended to drink so much, it just happened. One really could get lost in a football game, though I had never taken interest before.
I did not notice at first when he sat next to me and ordered a drink. I was resting my head on my arm on the bar and chewing thoughtfully on a peanut. He startled me when he said my name.
I looked over at him and smiled. “Timmy!” I laughed and slapped him on the back. “How arrrre you doin….” I laughed again and pointed at the screen. “Thisssss game issssn’t tooooo baddd.” I ordered another shot from the bartender and drank it back.
He smiled at me politely but was slightly disgusted at how intoxicated I was. “I’m good, Jack, real good. I was just wondering how you’re doing? Everything okay?”
I knew it was about time to put my acting skills to use. I swallowed hard and let my eyes tear up. I looked away from him and ordered another drink, though I knew I was going to regret this heavy drinking again tomorrow. “I’m all right. Just having a drink.” I shrugged off his words, pretending I was pretending they had no effect on me when they really did.
Timmy put his hand on my shoulder and patted my back. “Oh, come on Jack, you and me, we’re old pals. You’ve always been there when I needed you. Let me be here now.” He draped his arm across my shoulders and pulled me a little closer. “Talk to me.”
I looked over to him, tears filling my eyes, unshed, and looked away again. I played with the glass on the countertop and shifted in my chair. It took me a minute, but I finally agreed. “Yeah, all right.”
He nodded and leant back away to give me some room, a comfort zone. “What happened?”
I rubbed at my eyes, as though trying to get rid of tears discreetly and started talking, having to clear my throat first. “He was there last night. He came over. I was fucking drunk. I was on my ass ninety percent of the time, but he stayed there and he took care of me, because that is the way he is, you see. I tried to fuck him. I can’t remember if I did or not. We talked. I can’t remember what we talked about, but when I woke up and saw him there next to me… I couldn’t let him go again.
“He had to go and do something, that’s his job, right? I didn’t want him to go… plus, you told me to keep him busy, right? So I told him to stay and be with me. I tried to convince him, you know, kissing and touching. I wanted him to stay, and I thought if I offered to pleasure him… he wouldn’t leave.” I looked back at the table, probably looking like I was feeling sick. “He started in on me about only wanting sex. He said I was using him. I didn’t love him. He told me to get out. He threw me out. Out of my own hotel room! He threw things at me: a glass, a shoe, a chair! Everything is so different. All I wanted was for everything to be the same as it always was with him….”
I buried my face in my arm and let tears seep out from behind my closed eyelids. I felt Timmy’s hand on my shoulder and then around me, comforting me. He didn’t say anything. I knew he thought I was an embarrassment and he was ashamed to be seen with me in public. When I finally looked up I had to put a hand to my head because the room was spinning a lot more than it had been a few minutes ago. I guess the alcohol I had drunk was starting to catch up with me.
I held tightly onto the counter and looked back at Timmy. “I really screwed shit up.” I was actually starting to feel depressed, though I knew Haldir was not actually angry with me. The alcohol was warping my perception and memory. “I screwed it up for me, and I screwed shit up for you and your plans. I have never been this big of a fuck up. Look at me, so called professional. You are supposed to be able to come to me for anything. Anyone you want dead, I got it done for ya!” Timmy looked around, wondering if anyone was watching or heard what I had said. “No… not anymore.”
I went to rest my face back in my arms and Timmy took a hold of my shoulders. “Jack, you know that is not true. Everyone hits a rough patch. You are no exception. Just because there are some complications this time does not mean everything is fucked. You still have three days to get the job done. Three days you have to keep him off my back and then you can forget about it. That’ll be all.”
I sighed. “He won’t do anything but scream at me.”
Timmy nodded. “Well today is wasted anyway. I have an idea. Why don’t I take you back to my place and you can crash there until you feel up to talking to him. You have three days left before shit hits the fan. But then you need to get him out of town, out of my hair, okay?”
I nodded. “Thanks, Timmy. You’re a good friend.” I tried to get up out of my chair and stand but I hadn’t moved since I arrived and I had drank more than I thought; I fell off the chair and almost met the floor, but he held me up and helped me get some form of balance. Timmy put some bills on the counter and helped me out the door.
He drove us to his place. I didn’t see exactly where we went but when we got out I recognized the place we were at. It was the same hotel as Haldir was staying in! I didn’t make any movement or expression to say I knew where we were. Instead, I got out of the car with a little help from Timmy, and he led me to the apartment style suite he had. He gave me the master bedroom because he said he had other shit to do. He told me to take a nap or something and he would be back later.
“Hey, Timmy, where are you going?”
“Got some business to take care of, Jack,” he replied.
I nodded. “If this thing you’re doing is so big, how come I haven’t heard about it?”
Timmy smiled and turned off the light in the room. “You’ll find out, Jack.”
* * *
Haldir sat in the motel room, wondering if he was going to get word from Legolas about Timmy and where he was. Had their plan even worked? Did they make fools of themselves for no reason? Haldir didn’t know, but he was going to stay there until he head from his lover.
He tried to keep himself occupied but he really had nothing to do. He turned on the television to a football match, but it didn’t hold his interest for long. He looked around the motel room in search of something to occupy his time. He went into the bathroom and opened Legolas’ bag hoping to find something of interest. Instead he found clothes, a knife and hair dye.
Haldir picked up a box of the stuff and looked at it.
“Blonde hair dye, huh? Looks like you were missing your natural colour more than you cared to say.” He looked again and found the bleach that would strip the current colour from his hair so the blonde would work. He smiled at the box and put it down. Haldir sighed. There really was nothing to do here at all.
Finally after many hours, Haldir answered the ringing phone to hear the voice of his beloved. “Legolas, where have you been, why didn’t you call?”
Legolas groaned. “Please talk more quietly, my love.” He cleared his throat and explained, “I have been with Timmy for a long while now. He found me at the bar and I talked to him as was intended, but when I was in the pub I took my acting a little too seriously. I must have been about as bad off as I was last night. I slept a little and now it is- what, six-thirty?- and I am still pretty fucked. However, it is all right because we know where it is, of course, we should have known before.”
Haldir took a moment to digest all of this before he spoke. “Okay, you are drunk because you accidentally drank too much to prove to Timmy you were upset. You are still drunk and it has been a long while since you had anything to drink. Yet, all of this is okay because we know where it is.”
Legolas paused before answering. “Yes.”
Haldir was a little irritated at his intoxication, but he hid his annoyance because there were more important things to talk about. “So where is it? And where are you?”
“I am in it. It’s the place you’re staying. He has been in your building!” Haldir was a little shocked to say the least. He felt for sure he would have recognized the feeling of such an evil presence so near to him.
“That’s… news at least. Well I am glad you called. Are you in his room, you know he can keep track of those calls.” Haldir didn’t think Legolas was that stupid but it was entirely possible.
“No I am in the lobby on a pay phone. Hold on a sec.” There was a muffled silence on the phone and then Legolas returned. “He is coming this way. I am going to act again. I love this part.” Legolas sounded like he was pretty happy about this, though rather inebriated to say the least. Haldir hoped he was doing as well as he seemed to think he was.
“My love,” Haldir heard on the line, “I know you think I am an asshole and a dick, but you know I can change. I must have changed to become something you hate so much, so I can change back!” There was a pause as if Legolas was listening to something; this was to give Timmy the impression that he was listening to Haldir speak back. “You know I love you! And I do listen, I do. It’s just hard. It’s been so long. I missed you.” He paused again. “Can’t we just move past it? I was drunk, and this morning I only wanted you to stay! You stayed after I left, so why didn’t you want to stay with me?” Legolas sounded like tears were welling in his eyes just then. He paused again for more input from imaginary Haldir. “No, Haldir! Don’t go! Let’s just talk! Aaaaahhh!” Suddenly Haldir was disconnected, and he knew that Timmy would think Haldir hung up first.
* * *
I slammed the phone down on the cradle and hit the wall with my hand. I retracted my hand and looked at it, blew air at it with my mouth, and placed a red knuckle in my mouth. I turned around and Melkor- Timmy- was standing there. I jumped a little, not having expected him to be so close.
“Jack, needed to make a phone call?” He asked. I nodded.
“I figured you would not want me racking up the phone bill.” I took a step and stumbled a little. He held out his arm for me to steady myself on, and I took it.
“Jack, you should know better than that. What’s yours is mine.” I nodded.
“I’ll remember that for the next time I need him to hang up on me.”
“Things are still rough, I see.” I nodded. “Well how about this. Later tonight when you are feeling a little better, you take him out for a nice dinner at this little place I know. I can get you nice seats, food compliments of the chef, a great view of the city… You can he can work things out over dinner.”
In surprise, I stared at him, almost forgetting to watch where I was walking. I tripped over my own feet, but he caught me before I could fall. “Timmy, you don’t have to do all this for me, you know.”
He nodded. “Well I think it will be giving you a little push in the right direction.”
* * *
Ten o’clock rolled around and I got ready to go out with my love for dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants I had ever heard of for free. I was still feeling a little sick, but not so much drunk. I was sober now, however there was the hung-over feeling I had now that kept me from being at my best. I picked Haldir up in a limo on loan by my boss and took him to the restaurant. I knew there was probably someone keeping tabs on us while we were out together, so we knew well enough not to talk about anything but getting back together. From the first moment I put on my acting skills.
I smiled shyly over at him as he picked up the menu on the table. I cleared my throat and kept my eye on him as he eyes the selection. “You can pick anything you want. It’s all about you tonight.”
Haldir looked up at me but said nothing and then returned his gaze to the menu before him. I swallowed uncomfortably and scratched my head a little. We ordered shortly after that and sat there in an awkward silence. Finally I knew I needed to say something.
“Look, Haldir, I know I was an asshole. I really didn’t mean to be. Since I saw you again, since I found you again,” I took his hand in mine, he did not make a noise or move at all, “my brain has been addled, I haven’t known up from down. I am sure you can tell that, with all that has happened. The point is, when I knew you would be leaving me… I panicked. I needed you to stay. I wanted to be with you. I thought the only way I could convince you to stay with me without me begging and sounding pathetic was if I could offer you something.” I looked around at the people seated close to us and lowered my voice. “I thought if I offered you pleasure you would have no apprehensions about staying there with me.” I sighed and squeezed his fingers looking down at the table. I let go of his hand and leaned back seemingly exasperated. I opened my mouth as if to say more, but finding myself at a loss for words I said nothing.
Haldir smiled suddenly and took my hand back in his. “You thought you needed to convince me to stay?”
I looked up from the table and into his eyes. I nodded.
He laughed a little. “You should know better than that, my heart. You are more important to me than anything. I would never leave you so long as you asked me to stay. Unless the world was crumbling beneath my feet and only I could stop it, I would remain by your side.” He sighed and took my other hand, squeezing them both. “I love you. It was just, when you came back and you were trashed, I was disappointed. Not only had you taken this profession, this terrible job,” he sighed in disgust, “but you were drunk like I had never seen you before. Then you seemed only to want sex and I… I could not deal with the way you had become.”
I nodded. “I know and I am sorry. It is the way the world has changed me. It is commonplace for people to sell or trade their bodies for other more useful things. It seemed like something one would do in this day and age: offer their body for their love only to stay with them. I was not thinking, clearly. If I could do it again, I surely would not do the same.”
Haldir smiled. “It is sweet that you would do something like offer your body, something that is so private, so valuable, only to keep me there. That you would give yourself to me to use as I please to keep me happy, it means a lot.”
I smiled. “I would do anything for you.”
Dinner progressed with Haldir and I expressing our love, talking about our lives to date, and other, more intimate things, in hushed voices. When we finished our meal we sauntered out to the limo and the driver notified me that Timmy had gotten us a room in his hotel. I smiled and told the driver to thank my boss before agreeing to let him take us there.
To Haldir I said, “Do you have any disinclinations about going somewhere special?”
He smiled and leaned in close to me. “Like a room?” I nodded and he replied, “I have no objections.”
* * *
“They are on their way here, boss.” Timmy nodded but did not turn around and he listened for the door closing behind whomever delivered the message. He smiled to himself.
‘As long as they can keep busy long enough for me to get some of this crap out of the way, I will have nothing to worry about.’
Timmy had not put any kind of bug in the room, he did not place a guard outside the door, nor did he intend on looking at the camera recordings. He knew there would be something going on behind that door that he did not want to know about, and as long as that was the case, he didn’t care if they talked about ending the world.
* * *
I lead Haldir into the room and flicked on the lights. The man who had led us here smiled knowingly and nodded goodbye to us as he closed the door behind him. I smiled at Haldir and he smiled back, a little apprehensively.
“I guess it is expected that we do something that no one is supposed to know about behind these doors, huh?”
I smiled. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Personally, there is nothing I would rather be doing….” I took my suit jacket off and placed it over the back of a chair. Haldir, like a virgin bride, nervously stood fidgeting with his hands waiting for me to approach. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But I would love for you to want me to do something.”
I was mere inches from him, my face close to his. It felt so strange, like we were acting a part in this soap opera we were conducting for my boss, but it seemed real at the same time. It seemed like we were actually hesitant about being together again after a fight when we were only pretending. I didn’t care. My part in this play was to be the dominant one. I was supposed to be the one who did wrong, apologize, and pleasure my lover to make up for wrongs done. That is what I wanted to do.
Haldir was not looking at me. He was looking at the floor. He was looking at the wall. He was trying not to meet my eyes. He seemed scared.
“What is wrong, melamin?” I asked without realizing I had spoken in elvish.
His eyes widened but he decided not to point out the mistake I had made. “I feel like we are doing something for the first time.”
“Sometimes making up after a fight feels that way. We do not have to do anything. Only tell me what you want.” I stayed a respectable distance from him so as to let him decide if he wanted me to come closer or if he wanted me to back away.
“I want everything to be all right between us.”
I nodded. “Everything is all right with me. If there is something more we have to discuss then so be it. Simply tell me and I will try-”
He shook his head. “Words are not enough. I only don’t know how to approach.”
I smiled at his seeming innocence. “You have to do naught but tell me what you want me to do for you.”
He seemed to relax after that and it was easier to approach him. He allowed me to come closer. He allowed my head to tilt slightly and my lips to touch his own. He did not back away when I slid my tongue against his lips, begging entrance to his hot, cavernous mouth. He only pulled me closer when his hands found my waist. I rested my fingertips on his cheeks and kissed him more deeply. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I lost myself in the feeling of our bodies crushed together. I felt his hardness jabbing me through his suit, and I moaned at the realization that he wanted me.
Haldir tried to follow me without removing his lips or his arms, to the bed. I tripped over the end of the bed and fell back onto it, taking him with me down onto the soft blankets. I let my hands explore his body with a gentle touch that I had to force upon myself. I did not want this to be rough and tumble. I wanted this to be soft and gentle and loving. I wanted our groping to be caressing and our moans to be whispers of endearments.
However, Haldir’s touch sped my pulse, and his enthusiasm led me to believe he was not interested in slow meaningful sex. He wanted to make up with passion and heat! I made to push him away gently, with hands on his chest, but Haldir wanted none of it. He took my hands and thrust them above my head, pinning me to the mattress. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard. I felt my organ grow to full erectness under the tight constraints of my pants. He kissed my throat and my jaw and moved his lips to my ear.
When his tongue flicked out and caught the tip of my sensitive spot, I knew I was done for. I shuddered with pleasure and moaned, turning my head trying to increase the contact between his lips and my skin. He nibbled on my earlobe and then slid his tongue to the tip again to suck on that.
Being my most sensitive erogenous zone, it elicited moans and twitches from me. Involuntarily my hips bucked upward. I don’t think it would matter who did it, if anyone touched my ear it would render me helpless and aroused beyond imagination. Haldir, knowing this, used my weakness to his fullest capability.
I was no longer the one in control and it frustrated me when he pulled his lips from my ear. I knew that he was taking control of the situation when it was supposed to be my night to serve him. “Haldir,” I whimpered, “I thought I was to make up for the wrongs I had done. Will you not let me- ahh-“
His hand snaked into my trousers and grasped my staff. His other hand, having released my arms, began to undo the buttons on my shirt. After a moment’s struggle, Haldir became impatient and ripped the buttons from the shirt. I did not protest. His hand found my chest while the other was gently stroking my hardness and began to tease and pinch my nipples, rolling the hard buds between his fingers. I let my head fall back against the bed and tried to push my body into his grasp more. His lips slid down to my chest and began to kiss and form trails with his tongue down my body. His lips sealed around my hard nipple and sucked on it until I purred for more.
Haldir’s grip never left my desire but his lips found every other spot on my body it seemed. It took forever before he finally trailed the rest of the way down to where my body met my pants. He undid the button there by briefly letting go of my nipple, causing me to moan a little in distaste, but when I realized what he was up to, I cut the sound off in my throat.
Haldir’s warm mouth surrounded me from outside of my boxers while his hands moved to remove my pants. They pulled them down to the floor; we were still on the edge of the bed, and my feet and legs were still dangling over the edge of the mattress. Haldir’s mouth disappeared again to be replaced almost immediately, too fast for me to make a sound in protest, anyway, by his hand.
His lips continued to trail kisses down the length of my body. His lips touched my knees, my shins, calves, ankles, and then continued back up my body until they reached my inner thighs. His tongue searched under my boxers to taste the sac of skin hanging between my legs. I whimpered a little and felt my organ twitch in his hand.
Haldir’s lips and tongue surrounded me through my shorts again and his hands moved to slip them down. When my body was bared to him he did not stop to gaze upon it, he did not stop at all, he did not wish to torture me, it seemed. His lips immediately went to the tip on my member and licked the slit there and the droplets seeping out. He kissed the engorged head and slid his lips around it agonizingly slowly. He pulled it into his mouth a millimetre at a time and let his tongue guide it as he engulfed the whole thing with his mouth and throat.
When his lips tickled the base of my hard length I realized I was not breathing. I sucked in air when his throat and mouth contracted around my organ. Unbeknownst to me, my hand slid to the back of his head, touching his long golden hair, and urging him on by pressing gently. I let a moan slip through my lips and the hand not touching my love grasped the sheets on the bed tightly.
Haldir’s lips and tongue were doing unthinkable things to my hardness as he pulled himself up and down it, tracing the ridges and grooves and other contours of my desire. His hand began to snake its way beneath me and began ticking and touching the sac of skin between my legs. His fingers pinched and squeezed and held me gently. Then Haldir did something that almost undid me fully. It began low, in his stomach, and a low rumble began to come from there, and soon a purr vibrated my elfhood in his mouth. I let out a cry and gripped the bed tighter as I fought for breath. I wanted him to finish it, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to ever end.
Haldir’s hand began to move lower until it touched the puckered opening there and I bucked up into the air gasping for breath. His movements, so skilled, were going to ensure my completion right here.
“Haldir! You must- ooooh!- You are going to finish- aah!” I thrust myself into his mouth when his finger pushed inside my entrance and tried to hold on. The humming stopped but the rhythm had not. Was Haldir trying to finish me now, or was he wanting to prepare me for more and assumed I could hold on?
I removed my other hand from the back of his head and decided that I could not withstand anymore. I was about to let go when Haldir’s mouth pulled away from me, and his hands left me. I cried out and my eyes shot open. Silvery tears were already forming and yet he left me there. He pulled himself up next to me and kissed my ear and then my lips. I tried to kiss him back with force but he would not let me. He held me back and refused to let me touch him.
He held my hands to the side and waited until my breathing had calmed and I was laying there on the bed, panting with my eyes closed. Finally, when I was this calm, he kissed my lips again and I opened my eyes to look at him when I asked him what that was all about.
He put a finger to my lips before I could speak. “This is only the beginning my love.” I noticed now that he was fully clothed and though his erection showed through his pants, he was unconcerned. Haldir left the room for a moment, assuring me he would be back quickly and I closed my eyes and lay on the bed. I was still very hard and felt quite warm.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to the sound of Haldir padding pack to the room with the bucket of ice and champagne that was on the table in the other room. He approached me with it and two glasses. He placed them on the table and opened the champagne. He poured the two glasses and handed one to me. I drank mine down in one swig and he drank his slowly, savouring the flavour. He put my glass with his back on the table and brought the champagne over to me. He told me to open my mouth, so I did, and he poured it in only to drink it back out from my mouth. I am not sure why I found it so erotic, but I did and felt myself desiring him more because of it.
Haldir took off the tie he was still wearing and tossed it aside, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. I took a hold of this shirt, loosened to fit my grip, and pulled him down to me to kiss him again. He kissed me back just as vigorously and began to slide closer to me, straddling me on the bed. I moved my hands to his pants but he swatted them away and moved his lips to my ear to bring me to attention. I stopped moving, as was customary when my entire body shivered under his ministrations.
I felt something on my chest that was a little strange. I opened my eyes, trying to overcome the feeling of his teeth grazing my ear and looked down at my chest. A water droplet. Before I could comment to him, his fingers reached down and took my nipple into his- amazingly cold grip! He had an ice cube in his hand from the champagne bucket! I sat upright and he used his other hand to gently push me back down.
“My love, you must trust me.” I gulped and let him continue. His cold hand and the ice trailed a path down my chest with his lips and tongue an inch or less behind to follow. The contrast between the cold ice and his hot mouth were amazingly arousing. I felt my hardness pushing harder against his leg and suddenly noticed where the ice was going.
When the cold touched my organ I almost bolted upright in my resting place, if it were not for Haldir’s controlling hand, I would have. Instead, he held me down and let the ice trail down my skin and followed it with his tongue, which was strangely more arousing than before, on my chest. It only went on a moment before I groaned my appreciation. After a moment the cold stopped and I looked down. The ice had melted. However, Haldir’s mouth had not stopped.
It surrounded my length as it had a few moments earlier and this time it was not so gentle. His lips ravaged my flesh and I felt his teeth graze the engorged head a few times, bringing forth a cry of pleasure mingled with shock. His hand, still cold, reached down and touched my puckered opening. He gently rubbed against it until his hands were warm again from the heat of my skin.
His lips suddenly slid off the end of my arousal and I gasped in surprise, but his lips slid down and took one of the bulging balls in my sac into his mouth and started sucking on it. I arched my back on the bed and could find nowhere to put my hands strong enough to keep me from thrusting upwards. Haldir’s finger kept probing at my backside and his mouth kept sucking on me. I wanted to explode.
When the sensation stopped I could take it no longer, and having my senses come back to me, I sat straight up and took Haldir by the shoulders.
I could not take it any longer. I needed him. “I need you.” I wanted him. “I want you.” I had to be inside of him, or have him in me. “Take me.” Now. “Now!”
I tossed Haldir back on the bed and kissed him, ravaged his mouth with my own and ripped at his shirt with my fingers. I needed to feel him, all of him. I tossed the useless piece of cloth on the floor and began fumbling with his pants. I ripped them down and he helped me get them off of him. I straddled him and kissed him harder. His hardness pushed upward at me and begged me to take it. I did. I grasped it in my hand and slid down to take it in my mouth. I wanted him. I wanted to devour him.
Haldir’s hands shot to his sides and he held onto the bed, his hands like claws, talons. I could not keep myself amused with that for too long however. I pulled away about to tell him I needed to be inside him, when he took my shoulders and threw me back down on the bed. He fumbled around in his pocket on the floor and came up with a bottle of oil. He must have gotten it when he was out getting the champagne.
He positioned himself between my legs and I tried to sit myself up to kiss him, to touch him, anything, but Haldir pushed me back down again and held me there, kissing me again. I knew he had lubricated himself well when his hand moved to do the same to my entrance, and I finally felt his hardness positioned there.
It pushed against my backside and then with a little pressure he pushed himself in. I could not help but tense again and I whimpered to signal him to stop a moment while I got used to the feeling. I knew he was impatient, and so was I, which was why I tried to relax and nodded before I was ready. I cried out when he thrust himself into me and my breathing became a little more laboured, though I tried to relax. He stopped until I felt more ready and then gently started the pushing in and pulling out of me.
It was uncomfortable at first, but after a moment the head of his organ was positioned in such a way that it brushed against the raised area inside of me and I felt a surge of bliss explode through my body. I could barely breathe for a moment. I noticed Haldir had stopped moving, but I opened my eyes and swallowed hard while I choked out, “Please don’t stop.”
Haldir’s movements picked up after that and I felt myself starting to culminate to the ultimate release. I swallowed hard and whispered his name. Haldir stopped after a few moments, to my surprise, and he withdrew. I was about to protest when he ordered me, “Turn over.”
I did as he requested and he positioned himself back at my entrance and with a solid push he thrust himself inside. I cried out in surprise at the action and the abruptness of it. Haldir reached in front of me and grabbed my throbbing member and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. His hips slapped my thighs from behind and his organ thrust deeper into me, hitting that bud of pleasure each time. I felt my breath getting short and I knew it would not be long. I began to meet his thrusts, I pushed myself back to slap against him harder. I wanted to crush us together. It felt so wonderful.
Haldir’s breathing became more erratic and mine followed, I felt my balls begin to tighten and I knew I was about to explode. “Haldir!” I cried and pounded myself back against his body one more time, tightening and releasing my seed all over his hand.
With my crushing grip on his hardness, Haldir followed my ascent and came inside my cavity shortly after. I barely was about to hold myself up and when Haldir collapsed on top of me I fell to the bed. Haldir rolled over onto his side and licked my juice from his hand. I rolled over to kiss him and he pulled me to his side, cradling my head in the nook between his neck and shoulder.
“My love, let us never fight.” He muttered sleepily.
I had forgotten about the acting, about the fight, but I remembered quickly. I nodded. “I will never do anything again that could provoke your wrath, my sweet… unless it can be followed by an exercise of that calibre.” Haldir chuckled and kissed my head, I snuggled in next to him and slid beneath the covers of the bed.
“Amin mela lle.” I muttered under my breath.
“Amin mela lle.” He conceded.