Fan Fiction ❯ Strip ❯ short version ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: slash, kissing, nudity

Rating: PG-13 for slash and kisses

Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas (yes, let us hop on the bandwagon... people say A/L is over done, but they really should be talking to those folks over in the gundam wing fandom, you know there are over 10,000 1x2 pairing fics alone?)

Feedback: Please? It is my lifeblood... silvergypsygillybean@yahoo.com

Author note: This is an answer to one of the challanges/plotbunnies I found at the Library of Moria... plot bunny suggested by Sarah (mandimartin.hbg@btopenworld.com)

Strip v1
by Gillian/Gilly-bean

The Elven Prince staired at his friend as if the Man had grown another head (and not the one that should grow, mind you, though that one swelled in the Man's pants at this very instant). "You want me to what!?" the flabbergasted Elf almost shrieked.

"Strip," Aragorn said again, smirking as Legolas blinked owlishly turning a pale shade of pink before glowering and crossing his arms over his chest staidly.

"And what makes you think I will strip for you, Elessar Telcontar?" the blond replied hotly. It was odd and, the elf unwillingly admitted, strangely arousing to have his friend command him in such a way. He wondered why the Man would make such a request, after all he was a married man with a lovely wife to fill his bed, what need have he for such askances of another, a male nonetheless. Legolas was so deep in his musings he missed Aragorn close the space between them in two long strides until the deep voice of his old friend was rumbling softly in his ear, nearly disolving the nearly-flustered elf with delighted shivers.

"Do no make me tell you again, Elfling," the king breathed, the hot, moist air sending chills down the blond prince's spine. "For my wrath will be quick if my orders are not carried out."

"You would not lay a hand on me," Legolas replied defiantly. "I will comply, but first --" and the elf stared darkly into the Man's eyes. "-- tell me why you ask such a thing of me when you have the Evenstar to fill your bed and give you pleasures. She will not be pleased..."

At that Aragorn's storm-grey eyes flashed, and before the young elf knew it he was pinned to the stone floor, the back of his skull throbbing fiercely. "Speak not of Arwen, Princeling, for she is of no concern to you. But if you must know, the she-elf has taken a liking to bedding my court and I have taken a liking to not liking her. But you..." the former-Ranger relaxed a bit, releasing his vice grip on his elven friend's shoulder to bring a calloused hand up to brush gently at a few stray strands of golden blond hair. "... you... For long have I watched you, youngest Prince of Mirkwood... You with your cold demeanor that hides a caring soul... Watched how your eyes fill with sadness as you look upon your friends... Arwen and myself in particular... Tell me, now, what brings this sadness to you?"

Legolas blinked, blue eyes startled at the seeming randomness of the man. "You babble incessantly, King of Men," he sniped, still pinned to the ground beneath the heavier bulk of Aragorn. "What would you have me say? That I have longed to have you look upon me the way you look upon she who is your wife, with such love and devotion that the sun and the moon and even the coldly burning stars would bend to have a closer peek? Is that what you wanted to know? Then there it is. You have answered my question, now I have answered yours... have you, child of short memory, forgotten how this came about or are you happy to torture me further? You would have a look at my body, and I would, if I could, have your heart... one can be fulfilled, the other... Torture me not, Aragorn..."

"So pained... yet still you fight even when I have all but spoken the words that are akin to the ones you've so eloquently spat in my face... Tell me, Legolas... How long have you loved me?" The Man's voice was soft, words spoken as if coaxing a scared kitten from underneath the bed.

"You are cruel..."

"How long?"

"All your life..." The words were wrung from his throat so painfully the elf was surprised they did not come with blood.

Suddenly lips were upon his own, crushing them with passionate, bruising force. "I love you, Legolas Greenleaf, youngest son of Thranduil..."

"You mock me!" Legolas cried, composure slipping as his heart ached painfully in his chest.

"Nay, I speak the truth, fair one," Aragorn replied, pulling back to look the prince in the eye. If one's heart could burst from joy, Legolas would have been dead in that instant, for in those stormy grey eyes he found love. Suddenly, not only love filled the king's eyes, and a mischevious smile crawled across his grizzle surrounded lips.

The man was off him and pulling the befuddled elf to his feet in mere seconds.

"Strip..."