Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel Side Story: În Erui ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Tên Mûel Side Story: În Erui - His Alone
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.fire-angel.net/Seek%20Truth/ main.html
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http://adultfan.nexcess .net/aff/authors.php?no=2588
Library of Moria
Category: AU, RPG
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir
Warnings: Angst, attempted rape, violence, *thinks* I thinks that's it for now. ^^;;
Spoilers: None
Summary: Set in the Tên Mûel-Universe, namely at about the chapters 21 and 22. Elladan and Elrohir are out "hunting", but all of a sudden Elladan becomes the prey.
Disclaimer: Well, can we say these are our characters? Probably not, although they don't look much like the twins from the Tolkien-books. ^^;;
Notes&Comments: Well... you don't necessarily have to have read Tên Mûel, but it may be a little helpful to know the background. ^^;; The story may be found at several archives, at least those that are listed here.
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"Ooooooooh!"

Elrohir watched how light brown eyes that resembled amber in their color fluttered shut under his ministrations. The little boy - who was very delicious by the way - was new to the staff, or so Rienna had told him. That little maiden was grateful that he had remembered his promise and as he had predicted, she became even more addicted to him and told him everything he wanted to know. And thus he had been introduced to Sasher, the little boy he was now showing the pleasures of women.

He knew immediately when he had asked Rienna who her secret crush was, that it wasn't him, but this inexperienced child. He was quite handsome and just delicious with his short brown locks and a body that just finished its maturing into an adult. Slowly he had seduced the young man, had taken him gently until he was screaming for more and that was when Elrohir had asked Rienna to join their little coziness.

And now she was lying on her back, legs spread widely to both sides while he guided Sasher deeper into her. The girl was moaning and writhing, but most of all she was smiling. Oh yes, she was SO in love with him and it was a pleasure for Elrohir to actually help her find her luck... even if it wasn't in his arms.

He was this wrapped into his plans and musings that he only noticed this little nagging voice in the back of his head when it was a loud agonized scream.

'Elladan... you're in trouble!' he cried out mentally and froze where he sat behind Sasher, ready to take that sweet ass once again. He sat back on his heels and brushed his hair back, scanning the room for his discarded clothes. He cursed himself for not listening to it earlier, but this scene in front of him was just to enticing - two young lovers who finally found each other - for him to notice anything else. 'Where are you?!'

Elladan could feel Aroth's hands on him again, and he knew that the mental link was about to crumble down any second. So instead of wasting further words he opened his eyes, showing his brother what he saw, since he knew that Elrohir was familiar with the weapon chambers of Minas Tirith. And thus he also showed him the two Humans in the room and how one of them grinned more sadistically than the other.

'Help me....' were the last whispered words before Elladan could feel his shirt being ripped into pieces and the connection disappeared.

Elrohir's eyes were wide with shock before they narrowed with determination. He jumped off the bed, snatched up his clothes and had them on even before he was out of the door although he didn't stop one moment to put them on. Storming upstairs, not caring who or what it was that he pushed aside and with almost deadly precision he found his way to the weapon chambers.

'Good thing... whoever it is, will so regret it...' he thought grimly as he grabbed a bow and a few arrows and stormed on to the little secluded room. Even if he didn't know from Elladan where he was held captured, he would have heard it by now. His brother's screams and the low sounds from two Humans came to his ears as he drew near.

He tried to open the door, but it was locked, so out of frustration and because he was in a hurry, he kicked it open violently, quite satisfied as it hang loosely in its hooks. The scene before his eyes let his vision go red though.

Elladan was almost naked and one of these bastards, a rather young looking red-head, was just ripping his pants down, while another was standing in the corner watching the whole scene, while he was obviously rubbing his erection through his breeches.

Elrohir aimed with one arrow and let the string of the bow sing and was happy to hear the redhead yelp in pain as it hit his hand and went right through his palm. A dangerous gleam twinkled in his brown eyes as he glared at the two men from the doorway, taking aim with another arrow. He glanced over to the bulkier of the two men and said very quietly, "Let go of my brother or you two will both sing one octave higher."

While Elladan had tried to muffle any sound, Aroth had obviously been enjoying himself letting the Elf fail this task as he marked the creamy chest with a shark whip, leaving bleeding cuts all over the body of his prey and his pants rather shredded. Bosie on the other hand was enjoying highly himself as well, getting even more and more aroused by the small cries of pain from the half-naked beauty.

Finally Aroth had set the whip aside, ready to actually get his revenge now as his erection was fully swollen like it had been before the very painful impact. So the boy walked closer to the Elf again, grabbing his elegant chin to turn his face so he could rape that sweet mouth once more. Elladan merely tried to move his head away, almost too weak to move at all, but the grip only tightened and forced his jaws further apart.

The urge to throw up grew awfully strong and as if that hadn't been enough, he could now feel Aroth's hands on him, moving over the cuts and thus sending even more burning sensations through his body.

All this time, the emerald green eyes had stayed closed and the Elf didn't plan on opening them again. He didn't want to see, feeling was worse enough. And even if he had opened it, tears would have blurred his sight.

After what seemed forever, the tied-up man could feel the rough tongue leave his mouth and the Human slightly back away. "Now for that payback..." he heard a voice growl lustfully and felt those hands move lower over his hips. But when Aroth was just about to rip the remaining cloth from his body, the door slammed open.

Elladan could feel the boy in front of him jerk and one moment later he heard him scream in pain after what sounded like the impact from an arrow. Slowly, the green-eyed Elf opened his eyes, but he could only make out vague schemes and so he let his lids flutter shut again.

Bosie had jumped up from where he sat on a chair as the door was almost kicked out of the angles and when he heard Aroth cry out in pain he already wanted to start a counter attack. But he had underestimated the Elf's agility and stopped dead in his tracks when the arrow was aimed at him.

Elrohir aimed precisely between at the junction of the much bulkier man's legs, but his eyes were gleaming colder than the snow and the wind on Mount Caradhras.

"Good boy... Now get out of here!"

"You foul rat!" Aroth spat out and lunged himself at Elrohir, the pain in his hand forgotten in the moment. This one looked like the exact copy of the one that had managed to unnerve him too much already and he was just as unnerving.

Elladan dodged the clumsy attempt of an assault easily and as he stepped aside, he kicked the redhead hard into the stomach, always keeping his aim on the other man in the room. He put his foot into the back of the boy's neck and held him down forcefully, glaring at the other, who was still in the room and for that nuisance.

"I said," the brown-eyed Elf ground out between his teeth, "Get out of here!"

Bosie swallowed, hard. He glanced from the Elf down to his hurt friend on the ground and he wanted nothing more than to help him, but there was nothing he could do and he surely wouldn't underestimate this man again.

So he just nodded and walked towards the door. Or rather he tried, but his knees didn't move. Actually he was too afraid to move at all. The bulky man clenched his fists and forced his legs to obey him again. Slowly he took step after step until he was at the door. There he turned around again and looked at Aroth, but the icy glare from the Elf made him leave the room rather quickly from there on.

"You will regret looking at my brother like this..." Elrohir murmured and finally let the arrow jump off the string so that it impacted right into the bulky man's ass. He heard him scream like a pig and chuckled as he took another arrow and aimed it down on the man under his soft boot.

"And you! I should rip out your innards and throw your damned ass into mount doom until you realized what a GRAVE mistake you made!"

Aroth looked up, the outraged speech not failing its effect on him, but he was still too upset to let that through his thick skull. He spat onto the Elf's boot as he tried to get up. "Not before I get you!"

Elrohir's eyes narrowed a little more until they were mere slits and he leaned down, grabbing a painful amount of red hair after he took bow and arrow into one hand, jerking the groom's head up, his foot still in place at the back of his neck.

"Just try it... Ask your friend how much an arrow in your ass hurts... And I know places where it hurts even more," he growled and then slammed the man's head back on the cold stone floor. He grabbed his collar and dragged him outside, practically throwing him out of the room. "I vow by the Valar that if I ever see your rotten face again, you will have a hard time recognizing it the next time you look into a mirror!"

After he made clear that Aroth had really left, he turned back to his twin, who still hung rather lifelessly from his bonds.

"Elladan! Ellani! Are you okay?" he cried, every sign that he had just frightened a man that was larger than him to death falling off of him. Cupping his brother's face with both hands he tilted it up and with an expression full of worry he tried to search his eyes, which were still closed. He draped gushy kisses over the pale face, tasting blood and sweat. "Elladan... look at me please..."

Slowly the bound Elf looked up, lifting his heavy eyelids until they didn't cover deep green pools anymore. Even though he couldn't clearly see his brother, he could imagine what his face looked like now, all soft and concerned, just from the sound of his voice....

Somehow the bleeding twin managed to conjure a little smile on his swollen lips before he parted them. "Took you long enough," he whispered weakly, croaking out the words.

"Oh, Elladan..." Elrohir choked out as he hugged his brother close. "Don't ever scare me like that again..." Tears were streaming almost freely over his cheeks as he looked into the swollen green eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't faster..."

Then he finally moved to undo the bonds, first on Elladan's legs and then his arms and he held him as he fell forward after the bonds on his arms were loosened.

Elladan winced slightly and suppressed a painful moan as his brother hugged him. But actually he didn't mind this little more pain, he was just too glad that his brother was here now. The younger twin wanted to shake his head, to reply something to Elrohir, but he didn't find the strength for the movement.

So when his arms were loosened now, Elladan wanted to wrap them around his brother's neck, but he found that the limps didn't do as he wanted and just hung down lifelessly, like the rest of his body rested heavily on his brother.

But the green-eyed Elf also knew that he didn't need his strength right now. He trusted his brother to keep him from falling, to hold him and never let go...

"Meleth nin," he whispered at a lack of other words, closing his eyes again. Elladan zoned out all scents and sounds from the room and outside, concentrating only on the proximity and presence of his brother, since he didn't want to feel, hear or smell anything but him for as long as possible.

"Nin... mîr..." Elrohir cooed back, his arms going almost all around his brother as he carried him out of the small room that suddenly smelled foul to him, as if there were on a funeral. Cautiously he carried him to their chambers, walking very carefully, even for an Elf, not really touching the ground with his feet. And when he had reached the door, it opened almost without any touch from him.

Inside the room, he put Elladan gingerly down on the bed, taking in all the cuts and bruises and tears started to well in his eyes once more. "Ella... mîr..." But due to the loss of words he simply leaned down and placed little kisses over each wound.

The green-eyed Elf sighed lowly when he felt the softness of the bed under his body. He heard how his brother almost choked and slowly reopened his eyes, just to see Elrohir inch closer to him, covering the marks on his body with new ones... sweet kisses.

A small moan escaped his swollen lips, but he wasn't really sure if it was a sound of pain or contentment. Probably both. Carefully the younger twin tried to move his arm and as he noticed that at least a part of his strength was back, he lifted his right hand, placing it gently on his brother's dark hair.

"Don't cry, darlin," he whispered as he caressed the soft silken mass. "Please... It was my own fault..."

'As if I don't know that,' Elrohir thought but kept quiet. Instead he lapped away some of the already crumbled blood, tracing soft lines over the battered chest, kneeling over his brother. He looked down lovingly and smiled, the tears on his cheeks almost forgotten already as he was feeling his brother close to him, felt how he started to feel more comfortable again. "Honey... mîr... they were idiots. They didn't know who you were..."

"I don't think it even mattered to him..." Elladan closed his eyes again as he felt the strange feeling rise in him again that he felt when he realized that this Human wanted to take him. The green-eyed twin tensed slightly. "Do you know why this happened, meleth?"

Elrohir could think of a handful of reasons, but he could also find just as many arguments against them. He tenderly brushed some of the long dark strands out of his brother's face, smoothing them down behind his ear. "No, honey," he said softly.

Elladan took a rather deep breath and opened his eyes again, looking back into chocolate pools. "The one I had been looking for wasn't there... so I wanted to take this redhead instead..." He paused for a moment, his fingertips ghosting over Elrohir's face. "But when I realized that he wanted to take me... I wanted to back out... but he wouldn't let me..."

Again he stopped, staring deeply into his brother's dark eyes. "You're the only one," Elladan whispered, "The only one I want to feel inside me... ever..."

Somehow, even though the words were obviously not meant that way, they went straight to Elrohir's groin and the Elf had to restrain himself very much to not rip the shredded clothes of his brother's battered body and just do what Elladan had just talked about.

"Sh.... I know... Nobody does to us what they want... it's us that make the rules... and you're the most precious thing to me..." the brown-eyed Elf murmured as he kissed Elladan's eyelids. "And you are the only one who is ever going to be inside of me... no matter how drunk or desperate I am." (1)

And before the other Elf could say anything in protest, he leaned down and kissed his lips very tenderly, as if he wanted to make him forget everything that had happened to him a few moments ago.

Elladan melted into the sweet and gentle kiss and moaned softly into his brother's mouth. His right hand grabbed a handful of dark hair, keeping Elrohir close to him, as his right arm finally rose as well and found its way around the slender body of his twin.

He panted slightly after the kiss broke and again he lost himself in dark brown pools. "Elrohir." The single word was a low, lustful whisper, reflected by the desire burning in Elladan's eyes.

"Make love to me, Meleth... take back what's yours... mark my body as yours again... please..."

Looking down into the lust-filled emerald pools, Elrohir would have given in without hesitation to this plea, if there weren't these nasty wounds. He didn't look though at those now, he stayed transfixed on his brother's eyes.

"Are you sure? I don't... want to hurt you further..."

But he couldn't deny that this was what he wanted. He wanted to erase those nasty marks and make Elladan his, reassure him that there would only he be him who would touch him like this... who was allowed to claim his body.

Again Elladan's fingers wandered to his brother's face, caressing his cheek.

"You can never hurt me, Meleth..." he whispered softly. "Please..."

To be continued...
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(1) Erm, yes. Lots of very interesting moments with a drunk Elrohir. ^^;; *huggles him*