Title & Chapter Number: An Arrangement of Thorns 12/36
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these settings or characters, and am making no profit from the writing and sharing of this story.
Warnings: BDSM, twincest, angst.
Betas: None
Cast: Erestor/Elladan/Elrohir
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Elrohir learns that consequences do not always immediately follow actions, but they will eventually follow.
Notes: This was an idea that struck me a while back when I was tossing around ideas on what to do when I'd finished with Glorfie and Erestor. Seems I haven't quite gotten Erestor out of my system. This is NOT the same Erestor as the one I wrote in my previous series.
Elladan leaned back against the pillows and watched his brother undress through half hooded eyes. He had not been ordered to help, and this night he was nude as well. Elrohir did not know to mistrust abrupt and unannounced changes in routine, but Elladan did. This time, however, Elladan was not as nervous as he normally would have been. That Erestor had something planned was without a doubt; that he would be on the receiving end of it was without question; that Elrohir was going to be the focal point was beyond certainty. He smiled, thinking of the whipping Erestor had given him, the resultant ghastly white expression on his brother's face.
The cold expression of intellectual interest did not set so well on Elrohir's lovely features when he stood nude in the middle of the woven rug, clearly unsure as to what to do or where to go. Elladan might have told him, could have said that when in doubt one should stand gracefully, expectant in repose, soft, available. He said nothing, obedient to the first rule of silence. Erestor had made him a promise, and that meant that the time for schooling was past. He waited to see how badly his brother would acquit himself.
"Stand up straight, Elrohir, shoulders back." Erestor said, and his tone was flat, utterly lacking in expression. His brother glared, but did as he was told. Of course he had not been slouching, but once again Elladan could have explained this to him. It was not proper posture that was desired, but an exaggeration of it - back thrust shoulders, parted legs, forward angled hips.
Erestor insinuated a hand between Elrohir's thighs, and Elladan smirked. The touch alone would have told him that Erestor wanted his legs further apart, but it was not sufficient for Elrohir; Erestor had to practically shove him to get the message across. His response was somewhat quicker when the chief advisor slapped his buttocks, but not by much. Elladan felt a perverse sense of pride. For the first time in their lives, he knew he was more pleasing to Erestor than his brother was.
The chief advisor circled his brother, close enough for silk robes to brush bare skin, and yes, that maddening, condescendingly contemptuous expression had definitely slipped from Elrohir's face. Elladan's cock twitched as he watched, and he gritted his teeth against the urge to touch himself. For weeks he had been Erestor's model, had been beaten, taken, made to kneel, beg and crawl for the sake of Elrohir's edification. It had been extremely taxing, and he had done very well, had earned Erestor's admiration and pride over and over again. It was good to be the one reclining and watching as Elrohir trembled, wondered what would happen next. Good to see the mask of distant amusement gone.
Erestor came to a halt behind his brother, began lifting and pinning his hair up from his neck. Elladan sighed. He knew well enough what that meant, also.
"I told you to do something last night." Erestor said. "You refused."
"You didn't!" Elrohir flinched, but caught himself before he started to turn. "You asked..."
"Have you learned nothing?"
"You said we have a choice."
"You do. You can stop this at any time, and you know how. But you didn't. You simply... refused." He settled leather gloved hands on Elrohir's bare shoulders, squeezed. "There are consequences for such, Elrohir. Approach the foot of the bed, and extend your arms to your sides."
Elrohir inhaled deeply, complied. He could not see what Erestor was doing in the wardrobe behind him, but Elladan saw the deceptively slender chains that could be linked to the ringbolts set in the high, tapered bed posts. The satisfied smile slipped from Elladan's face; he watched with hungry avidity.
Elrohir flinched at the sight of them, drew his wrists back to his sides when Erestor held out the cuffs.
"No." He shook his head, eyes large. Erestor smiled.
"Very well, then. Elladan, come here."
Elladan rose from the bed, joined his brother at the foot without hesitation. Pride welled in his heart as Erestor turned his dark gaze to him, gestured for him to hold out his wrists. The metal was sensually cold, the sound of the lock clicking home inexplicably arousing.
"What are you doing?" Elrohir asked, and there was controlled panic in his voice, confusion.
"I am punishing Elladan in your place since you refuse yet again. If you do not want to bear the consequences of your actions, then from now on Elladan will pay for both his and your transgressions."
"No!" Elrohir ran a shaking hand through his hair. Erestor's eyes flicked over him impatiently. "No, don't. I... I'll..."
"You'll what?" Erestor sounded vaguely curious.
"I'll leave."
"Then go." Erestor returned his attention to the length of chain, reached to lock one to the post. "You're not required to watch. Go, and don't return, if that's what you want to do."
"I'm sorry, I'll do what you wanted me to."
Elladan could not see his brother, but the desperation in his voice was unmistakable. He did not need to meet Elrohir's eyes to know that he would see fright, confusion and shame in their depths, along with the desire to rescue his poor elder brother who did not require rescuing. He inhaled deeply, tugged experimentally at the chain. He knew it would hold, but it was not the chain that was meant to break. Elrohir made a sound that was not quite a whimper at the rattle of metal links against wooden post.
"That was yesterday, Elrohir. That is not what I want you to do today, not what I asked of you."
"Alright! Alright, dammit, take those things off of him. I'll do what you want."
"Tell me." Erestor wrapped an arm around Elladan's waist, traced his gloved fingers over the older twin's abdomen. Elladan shivered, leaned into Erestor's embrace. "Tell me what you want, Elrohir."
"I want you to unchain him." His voice was a whisper. Erestor hissed in impatient annoyance.
"I'm done playing with you, Elrohir. You will either cooperate or you will leave; those are the only two options you have left. I want to hear from your own lips what you want, or we will proceed without you."
Elladan held his breath, waited to see if his normally quick witted brother would be able to cut through the confusion, understand what Erestor wanted to hear. At last Elrohir took a shaking breath, spoke.
"I want you to unchain him, I want to be in his place."
Not perfect, but good enough for the moment. Again Elladan heard the click of locks, and the cuffs slipped from his wrists. Erestor turned him, kissed his cheek, and gestured him back toward the bed. Wordlessly he climbed back up to watch from the comfort of pillows and counterpane.
"Because you are the one who denied and contradicted me, not he." Erestor said gently, reached to touch Elrohir's face. He waited expectantly. Elrohir glanced at him through eyes filled with angry, shamed tears and slowly repeated his words back.
"Because I denied and contradicted you."
"Yes."
Elrohir looked very different chained between the bedposts, utterly lacking his usual air of control. He looked lost and frightened, and Elladan could not help but wonder if he had looked the same way the first time Erestor had done this to him. He had seen himself whipped and taken since; Erestor possessed a full length mirror which he put to good use, but not that first time. The first time had been an experience in isolation that would never be paralleled. It had not driven him outside of himself, but had kept him locked within his flesh; the shock of systematically applied stripes preventing any distancing, any separation of self, any thought. Elladan looked at Elrohir, studied the white face and too large eyes, wondered if he could have felt the same emotions that must now be coursing through Elrohir. Doubted it. He had not fought as Elrohir was fighting, and he had been alone. He wondered if his presence made this easier or harder for his brother.
Erestor produced a long metal bar fitted with cuffs at both ends. Elrohir's ankles were enclosed in them, the bar preventing him from moving his legs together. Elladan rarely wore this other than for Erestor's amusement. Again he felt that upsurge of pride. He didn't need to wear it; there was no question that he would remain still, remain on his feet. Elrohir closed his eyes briefly, glanced down at his captured feet, looked swiftly away when confronted with the unconcealable evidence of his arousal.
Erestor crooked a finger at him from behind Elrohir's shoulder, and Elladan crawled forward on the bed, smiled up at his brother. He knew what Erestor wanted, knew the point he was making. Elladan felt a rush of heat as he posed at the foot of the bed, perched between his brother's spread legs, kissed the insides of his thighs. Until he'd met Erestor, Elrohir had been the only one with whom he'd felt such a sense of synergy, almost a low grade form of telepathy. So few words between them, so much understood. He kissed and licked, put on a show though he knew that Elrohir was not looking down and that Erestor could not see. Being watched was not the point; it was a lesson relearned from childhood, that the requirement to do well was not contingent upon an audience, that anything worth doing was worth doing properly.
Elrohir gasped, moaned as Elladan's lips moved over his flesh. There was enough slack in the chains holding his arms for him to sway, but his feet were held firmly apart. There was barely enough room for Elladan to fit himself between the edge of the bed and Elrohir's spread body, no room for movement with his hands locked on his brother's hips, and his tongue now lapping at the purpling head of Elrohir's erection. Elrohir flung his head back, cried out in rapture and denial, and Elladan opened his lips, took his brother's cock into the warmth of his mouth and sucked with eager intensity.
Elrohir had to have known what was coming, but nevertheless he was caught unawares by the first lash striking his back. The reaction was instantaneous. Elladan felt every muscle tighten, felt Elrohir jerk forward, rise onto his toes. He guessed that Erestor would not be using the whip or the flail, but probably a narrow leather belt or strap, something that would leave welts but not break skin.
Elrohir did not cry out, but Elladan was not expecting him to, not yet anyway. A pained intake of breath and a harsh gasp was all the response given, and then another as the strap found its mark once more. Elladan swallowed him entire when he rocked forward, tightened his grip on Elrohir's now sweating hips.
Erestor worked in a steady rhythm, and Elladan caught on to it quickly, timed his actions with each strike, each forward motion of Elrohir's body. Under his ministrations Elrohir's desire did not abate even in spite of the ferocity of the whipping. Gasps were replaced by moans, moans replaced by sobs. Elladan could sympathize. He knew the oil/water mixture of pain and pleasure, of aching shoulders and shoulder blades, of strained muscles, of climax dancing a hairsbreadth beyond reach. He swirled his tongue around the head of Elrohir's engorged member, relaxed a moment later when his brother's cock was driven to the back of his throat as another cry of mingled pain and pleasure was forced past Elrohir's lips.
The belt flicked feather lightly across his knuckles, and he dropped his grip lower to Elrohir's knees. Elrohir hung from the chains, hips twitching, moaning steadily as he enjoyed his brief reprieve. Then the blows commenced to fall once more, now dancing from the small of his back to just above Elladan's hands. The position was awkward for both of them; Elrohir remained hanging from his wrists, knees now bent forward far enough to touch the mattress, only the balls of his feet on the floor and Elladan's grasp stabilizing him. Elladan's head was arched back, and he was maintaining his position between his brother's legs only by his grip on the back of Elrohir's knees.
He gasped and almost choked, broke the violent rhythm they had set when he felt leather kiss the side of his own knee. Elrohir whimpered in protest when his hands clenched and pulled, wobbled him forward until his full weight was hanging from the chains. Elladan did not hear the words of Erestor's sharp reprimand, but he understood them nevertheless. He released his hold, pressed his palms flat onto the mattress behind him, spread his legs between Elrohir's spread legs. The belt danced in lightning flickers, moving from the insides of his thighs to the back of Elrohir's in a steady, ceaseless circle.
Whether it was due to his increase in effort or Erestor's decrease in speed, Elladan could feel that Elrohir was wavering on the edge of release. His own erection throbbed in unrelieved cycles of desire; he could hear his own whimpers of need muffled by Elrohir's flesh as the belt danced, as the breeze of its passing teased his sensitive, rigid organ. He moaned, listened to Elrohir's ambiguous cries as he swallowed, leaned to follow the slight movements of his brother's body rather than waiting for the lash to propel him forward. Then there were no more blows landing upon his tender flesh; instead there was only a near constant sound of impact, more forceful and rapid than before, keeping Elrohir arced forward.
It didn't matter. He took Elrohir's member all the way to its base, let the reverberations of his moans tease his brother over the edge. He swallowed repeatedly as Elrohir released his essence into him, added pleasure to pleasure, listened to the strident cries that the pain of the lash had not been able to evoke.
The silence was broken only by Elrohir's sobs and ragged breathing, and then by the click of locks being opened. He fell forward, and Elladan caught him, scooted and laid back to hold his brother. Elrohir's face was hot against his neck and shoulder, wet with sweat and tears. Loose tendrils of hair clung to his brow and cheeks. His sobs continued as Elladan murmured to him soothingly, stroked the damp hair, allowed himself to be clung to.
Elrohir's body stiffened as Erestor prepared him, as oiled fingers worked swiftly and efficiently within him. The bar holding his ankles apart left him exposed, and there was no question of resistance, not even an instinctual tightening of muscles against invasion. Elladan knew when Erestor had found the tiny pleasure point within him; Elrohir trembled against him, whimpered, involuntarily tried to rock backwards into the sensation even as, contradictorily, his tears came faster.
Both of them were rocked forward by the force of Erestor's entry, both of them slid back and forth to the rhythm he set. Elrohir raised his head, pressed his palms to the counterpane at Elladan's shoulders, quivered and moaned in a mingling of renewed desire and residual pain. Beneath him Elladan thrust upward, desperately rubbed his erection against his brother's, whimpered in shameless need. His thighs were locked at Elrohir's sides, hands clenched on his welted shoulders. Erestor lightly slapped his knee and pushed, and he sighed in expectant relief and gratitude as he began to push himself upward toward the headboard.
"Do for me what I did for you, Elrohir." He breathed into his brother's ear, managed to hear his brother's choked gasp as his perspiration slick body slipped upward against Elrohir's. Hot breath between his legs, tentative tongue touch against his rigid member. Elladan arched; Elrohir reflexively pulled back and was rewarded with a harsh slap across the top of his buttocks. Then there was heat and wetness, enveloping pleasure of his brother's mouth opening to accommodate his girth.
His hands settled on the sides of Elrohir's head, and he struggled not to tighten them into fists. It was agony not to take his mouth as Erestor was taking his body, but he could feel the hesitance of inexperience in Elrohir's movements. He tried to take Elladan's cock all the way back, gagged, almost let it slide from his lips as he drew back. Elladan's hands shook as he gently stroked the dark hair, murmured soft reassurance.
Then Elrohir was moaning around his thickness, creating a vibration that was overriding inexperience. Elladan knew that Erestor must be touching, stroking him, as he rode him to completion. He raised himself up on his elbows, watched through half hooded eyes as Elrohir supported himself with one shaking hand, the other wrapped around the base of Elladan's cock as he struggled to swallow him. He was several inches too tall to be able to lay flush to the mattress, and his awkward position allowed Erestor to slide a hand between him and the bed, to fist his cock mercilessly while driving into him. The sight was more than Elladan could take. He exploded into his brother's mouth, hips jerked forward and head thrown back, his primal cry of release drowning Elrohir's muffled whimper.
Elrohir lapped him clean as he had seen Elladan do countless times for Erestor, and Elladan petted his hair idly, lovingly, feeling the delicious aftershocks of ecstasy. Then Elrohir was crying out, too, trembling violently between his legs as he spilled his essence over Erestor's hand, driven forward against his brother's body as Erestor reached his climax in turn.
Time passed in a golden haze. Elladan knew it could not have been long before Erestor had unlocked the bar from Elrohir's ankles and helped him up onto the bed. Not long before Elrohir was nestled between them, still crying quietly while they carefully held him, kissed him. It felt like forever, though, an eternity of lying still in the misty glow, feeling the delicious abrasion of hot skin against the welts on his thighs, feeling Elrohir's tremors, wetness of tears and saliva. He held Elrohir on top of himself once more when Erestor brought out the jar of salve, showered him with tender kisses as the soothing ointment was massaged into Elrohir's back, buttocks and thighs.
Elladan was not hurt that badly, but he did not object when Erestor lifted Elrohir aside and administered the same treatment to his inner thighs. He purred, parting his legs further and casting Erestor a hopeful look. The older elf shook his head and laughed softly at Elladan's teasing pout. When he climbed into the bed beside them he pulled Elrohir into his arms, and it was Elladan's turn to smile when Elrohir immediately folded himself into Erestor's embrace.
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