Title: A Bond of Brothers 
Prologue - Growing Pains
Author: Oakenshield (Oakenshield@lonelymountain.zzn.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Elladan/Elrohir
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest, graphic sex
Archive: Anyone who wants it is welcome to have it, just let me know first.
Disclaimer: The characters and the places all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, and I
am making no profit from this at all.
Summary: The adolescent twins experiment with each other.

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Prologue - Growing Pains


Imladris
Year 165 of the 3rd Age


The wind was howling like a wild creature in pain, lashing the rain against the
house like the ghosts of arrows from some long forgotten war. Lightning lit the
room with a dazzling blue flare, and the thunder gave an answering yell.
Somewhere an open shutter was banging. 

Elladan turned over with a sigh, abandoning all thoughts of sleep. Sleep seemed
to be out of the question, the weather was determined of that. Perhaps he would
go and see if Elrohir was awake. 

"Ai! Cease your wailing for a moment!" he shouted to the storm and for just a
second it seemed to take notice of him, before the wind picked up again. 

He could hear the branches of the trees outside, creaking and straining against
the force of the gusts, beating against the windows as if they were demanding
to be let in to hide from the anger of the tempest. 

He sat up as he heard the heavy creak of a door swinging back on its hinges and
then banging shut, and a few moments later his door opened and Elrohir appeared
in his nightshirt.

"I cannot sleep with all this thunder," Elrohir complained, looking venomously
towards the window as thunder boomed again.

"Nor me," Elladan replied, pulling back the quilted covers of his bed. "Get in.
And close the door!" Cold air from the corridor was rapidly filling the snug
room.

"Thank you." Elrohir pushed the door shut and gratefully climbed into the bed,
slipping his arms around Elladan's neck and nuzzling into his shoulder. 

Elladan wrapped his arms around him, kicking cold feet away from his bare legs
and tucking the eiderdown around the both of them. The storm was still blowing
outside but he didn't feel quite so alone in all the noise now. 

He recalled with a smile a storm like this some decades before, when he and
Elrohir had lain huddled under the blankets, holding hands, as if the mere
presence of each other was enough to drive away the monsters. Elrohir had
believed the thunder to be a roaring Balrog, and the lightning his whip.
Elladan had thought it to be a dragon and they had argued over it, until they
had decided it was both and had run in to their mother, screaming in terror.
From the smile on Elrohir's lips, Elladan guessed he was remembering the same
thing. 

He often laughed, thinking back on the monsters they had created as children.
He was beginning to think the demons of adulthood were a lot more frightening.
They could not be banished to the backs of wardrobes, or under beds, or made to
vanish in the sunlight. They were with him constantly, changing his body and
his mind in ways he didn't understand or very much like, changing his moods
faster than the turning of the clouds, changing innocent admiration to lust. 

Elrohir was pressed so close beside him it was like they were one body, so
close that Elladan could feel his heartbeat, every breath, every movement in
tune with his own. Their father often said they were *too* close, but it was
only to be expected, he thought. They were split from the same seed, they had
shared their mother's womb, entering the world within only minutes of each
other. They had grown together, learned to walk together, learned to talk
together, teaching and guiding each other through everything. They were as one
- body and soul - and Elladan couldn't ever imagine not having his brother
beside him. 

He wondered how acutely Elrohir was feeling the changes of adolescence. It
wasn't often that they discussed things, for they always instinctively knew
each other's feelings, but for once Elladan wished for some spoken reassurance
that what he was experiencing wasn't wrong. 

He felt Elrohir's pulse pick up a pace or two and his breath hitched. Was the
storm agitating his brother? As he shifted to hug him closer, he felt him
tense, and something hard pressed against his leg. His eyes widened for a
second as realisation sunk in, but he bit his tongue and lay still. There was
no need for alarm. The contact of another was enough to set his own body off
into all sorts of strange reactions these days, usually at the most inopportune
moments. He doubted Elrohir was any different. He remembered with shame the
thoughts that had run through his imagination when Lord Glorfindel had merely
brushed his hand at the table some nights ago. 

Elrohir fidgeted and Elladan felt the hardness brush his thigh again. Before he
could think of a way to prevent it, his body was answering. Getting aroused by
Glorfindel was bad enough, by his own brother was quite another thing. But even
so, he couldn't stop his hips shifting forward to seek contact with Elrohir's
leg. 

The softest of whimpers escaped Elrohir's lips as he lay rigidly still.
"Elladan..." he whispered, placing a hand against his brother's chest to push
him back slightly. "Stop it... you are making me feel strange."

Elladan jerked back, as sudden comprehension of what he was doing hit him about
the face. "You are telling me stop it?!" he cried in defence. "You started
it!" He could see the colour rise in Elrohir's cheeks.

Elrohir squirmed a little against his embarrassment, a question hanging on his
lips. "Why is this happening?" he finally mumbled. "Should I be feeling this
way?"

Elladan shrugged. "I do not think you should about me, no," he replied, "but I
feel it too. I am glad to know that I am not alone in these changes occurring
in myself." He felt Elrohir press his hand into his under the sheets and he
linked their fingers.

Elrohir squirmed. "Sometimes, Elladan, sometimes I crave a physical touch so
much - even with you - so much that..."

"It nearly hurts," Elladan finished his sentence. 

"Yes, like I never thought possible! I yearn for fulfilment, for release, for
... something ... I am not sure what..." 

Elladan nodded. "I know." He was supposed to reassure, but he could do nothing
more than understand. 

"Have you ever...?" Elrohir chewed his lip. "That is... ever shared physical
pleasure with someone else?" 

"No," Elladan shook his head. "Have you?"

"No. I have not gone as far as to kiss someone yet." 

Elladan reached out to touch his twin's cheek but pulled his hand back just
before it reached its soft target. Surely he could not be thinking of sharing
his body - his lustful urges - with Elrohir, his brother?! They had certainly
shared everything before, but this was different. Still, he could not help but
imagine how it would feel. They would know each other as well as they knew
themselves, know what felt gratifying and what didn't. 

Even as Elladan's hunger was fighting his conscience, Elrohir closed the gap
between them and Elladan instinctively shut his eyes as he felt soft warm lips
sweep across his own. The irony touched him; usually he was the one to act,
while Elrohir would still be brooding. 

Elrohir pulled back with a gasp, raising a hand to his mouth as if he were
afraid another kiss might escape. "I am sorry!" he cried.

Elladan could feel his heart begin to beat faster. "Think nothing of it," he
said hoarsely, unconsciously raising his hand to his lips where Elrohir's
tentative kiss still burned. 

He felt his twin's gaze upon him and looked into the face that was so much like
his own, but different. Elrohir's eyes were slightly wider than Elladan's -
making him look somewhat like a frightened rabbit, Glorfindel said - and his
lashes were longer and darker, his cheekbones were slightly sharper, his lips
slightly more defined, his nose was straighter where Elladan's was upturned,
and he had grown leaner of body. Elladan often thought his brother to be fairer
than himself, and he often envied that. 

Elrohir was panting, and the slightly parted lips were inviting. Elladan
hesitantly raised his hand to cup the back of his neck as he leaned in for
another kiss. 

Elrohir tensed as their lips met. "Is this right?" he whispered against the
kiss.

They both knew the answer, but Elladan could feel his brother's breath feather-
light against his lips and he didn't want to leave the warm embrace of the
kiss. 

"I don't know," he replied. "No. No, it is not. We must stop." 

With a deep breath, he forced himself to retract, immediately feeling a cold
aching void open up inside himself as the contact was lost. Flouting
principles, he crushed Elrohir's body back to his own, catching his lips in a
rough and desperate kiss. With closed eyes, he felt Elrohir nervously return
the kiss. 

Elladan no longer cared that it was wrong. The very same demon that had played
the sordid images of Glorfindel to his mind had re-awoken and he had no control
over it. He nudged at Elrohir's lips until the younger twin realised his
intentions and opened his mouth enough for Elladan to slip his tongue inside,
probing at Elrohir's tongue until he responded.

The kiss was clumsy, not even all that pleasant, but it fuelled the fire
burning in Elladan's body and he pushed Elrohir back against the pillows,
moving to lie atop him. Deepening the kiss as their lips learned each other's
ways, Elladan pressed his body tightly along the length of his brother's. He
could feel the heat from Elrohir's groin burning into his hip and he shifted so
they were perfectly aligned. Elrohir spread his legs slightly and Elladan sunk
between them, groaning as he felt his brother's erect length alongside his.

Breaking the kiss, he brushed a strand of hair back from Elrohir's flushed
face, and pressed his hips down. Elrohir moaned at the friction, raising his
hips to return the gesture, eyelashes fluttering as his half-closed eyes rolled
back in pleasure. Elladan pushed down simultaneously, muffling low groans with
kisses. 

He rolled onto his side pulling Elrohir with him and their legs entwined as
they settled beside each other, grinding together in a synchronised motion.
Elladan could feel that Elrohir's nightshirt had ridden up around his hips and
he used this as an opportunity to run his hand up the firm thigh. Elrohir
copied the action, lifting the hem of Elladan's nightshirt.

"Oh goodness!" Elrohir gasped as flesh met naked flesh.

Elladan merely groaned, at a loss for words. He felt Elrohir's fingers tangle
in his hair, tugging gently, brushing against his ear and it sent tingles all
through his body. He twisted his head to catch the pointed tip of his twin's
ear between his lips and felt Elrohir shiver in response. 

"May I?" Elrohir asked, pulling at the buttons on the collar of Elladan's
nightshirt. 

Elladan nodded, clearing his throat and trying to find his voice as Elrohir
unbuttoned the gown and peeled it back from his shoulders and down his arms
before undressing himself, tossing both articles to the end of the bed.  

Elladan let his eyes wander over the body in front of him, as he was certain
Elrohir was doing to him. They were identical, but it was not altogether like
looking at himself. Like a mirror image, things never look exactly how one
would imagine. 

He brushed his fingers across Elrohir's cheek then down his neck and over his
chest where firm muscles were developing, pausing to stroke a dark nipple,
marvelling at how the flesh tightened beneath his touch.

"Do you like that?" he asked, lowering his head to catch the teat between his
teeth before Elrohir could even answer. He was assured as he heard his brother
draw a ragged breath.

"Ah! How do you know how to please me so?" Elrohir asked, mimicking the action
on Elladan. 

"Because you are like me," Elladan replied, lowering one hand to caress the
inside of Elrohir's thigh. "And I know which parts of my body are screaming for
attention."  

He felt Elrohir's hand run across his back, tickling down his spine before
coming to rest on his rear, pulling him in closer. Still, he craved more to
feed the insatiable need building up inside him. "Would you touch me?" 

Elrohir blinked at him. "I beg your pardon?" 

"Touch me," Elladan repeated breathlessly, wrapping his hand around Elrohir's
erection, chuckling as his twin's eyes shot open wide. "Touch me like that."
Pulling him in for another kiss, he could feel the heat from Elrohir's body
burning against him, their sweat mingling as tongues teased and twined, and
hands learned where to touch. 

"Can I use my mouth on you?" Elrohir suddenly asked. "Down there, I mean."

Elladan gulped and he felt himself grow harder at the suggestion. "I don't see
why not," he nodded, submissively lying back as Elrohir slid down the bed to
settle between his legs, eyeing his engorged member with a mixture of hunger
and nervousness painted on his face. 

Elladan closed his eyes as he felt a cool hand wrap around the base of his
shaft, before something hot and wet touched the tip. Whimpering, he looked down
to see Elrohir's pink tongue lapping delicately at the leaking fluid. 

"Is that all right, Elladan?"

He gripped the sheets as Elrohir's breath tickled him. "Mmm. Not so gentle."

Elrohir nodded, running his tongue around the ridge of Elladan's head. "Is that
better?"

Elladan clenched his teeth to stop himself crying out loud. He groaned as he
felt warm wet lips close around him and slide down. Then he winced slightly as
teeth caught his tender skin but didn't want to mention it. The feeling was too
good to say anything to make Elrohir stop.

"I want to make love to you," he murmured before he could even comprehend what
he was saying. He felt Elrohir cease his movement and crawl up to lie beside
him. "Do you know what to do?" 

Elrohir shook his head. "Do you?"

"Sort of. I think so." He pushed Elrohir to lie back and moved down the bed,
reversing their earlier position. "If you are certain you want this." He had to
remind himself that Elrohir had given no answer to his request.

Elrohir nodded. "I am sure."  

Elladan could see in Elrohir's heavy-lidded dilated eyes that he too had
completely lost himself to lust, no longer caring about morality. In fact, they
were both laughing in the face of it. He felt a warning twinge in his heart
that they would eventually pay for this, but he paid no heed to it. Instead, he
lifted his brother's legs, drawing his knees up. 

"Make my fingers wet," he said, as he pressed his first two fingers to
Elrohir's lips.

"What for?" Elrohir frowned but complied.  

"You will see." Elladan felt a shudder run through his body as he watched
Elrohir suckle on his fingers, now knowing what he was imitating, and it took a
great amount of effort to withdraw from between those soft, full lips.
Satisfied that there was a sufficient amount of lubrication, he reached down
and pressed a slicked digit against Elrohir's entrance. 

Elrohir gasped.  "Oh, you are going to do it like *that*!" 

"How did you think I was going to do it?" Elladan pushed gently as he felt the
first tight ring of muscle give way. "Be still, this may be a little
uncomfortable."

Elrohir grimaced. "You have done this to yourself, haven't you?" he realised
with some amusement, tensing as Elladan's finger entered him fully, drawing a
ragged breath through his teeth. "Elladan..."

"Hush," Elladan told him, probing until Elrohir relaxed enough to allow another
finger entry. 

Elrohir reached down to grasp his wrist. "Elladan, that feels odd... I don't
think I like it."

"You must trust me. You will like this," he promised, searching with his
fingertips to find that spot he'd found on himself. Elrohir's body froze in
spasm as his fingers brushed it. "Now, what were you saying?" he smiled,
applying more pressure, hoping it felt as enjoyable to Elrohir as when he had
found this pleasure on himself. 

"Oh my!" Elrohir thrashed on the bed, reaching up to clutch the headboard in an
attempt to hold himself still as Elladan unmercifully stimulated the gland. 

Elladan could feel that Elrohir was getting close, he could feel the muscles
contracting around his fingers, he could hear his gasps getting faster, his
cries more desperate, pleading, keening. He was suddenly thankful for the noise
of the thunderstorm.

"Elladan!" Elrohir cried in warning and he reached down to clasp a hand over
the head of his erection as he spilt himself before collapsing back against the
pillows, quivering and panting. "I am sorry," he whispered. "I could not hold
it in."

"It is no matter." Elladan took his hand, spreading his brother's seed along
his length, sensing that the wet grip would be enough to bring him to climax if
he wasn't careful. "I think I should have you on your hands and knees." He
hauled Elrohir into a kneeling position and spread his buttocks with his
fingers before pressing himself against the tight opening.

"Ahh! Gently!" Elrohir hissed, gripping the headboard so tightly that his
knuckles turned white. "Elladan, stop!" He cried out in pain. "It hurts!" 

Elladan kissed the back of his neck, gripping his hips in desperation tightly
enough to bruise. "It will be all right," he panted. He eased himself in
further, feeling Elrohir clamp almost painfully tight around him. "Please do
not ask me to stop now, I do not think I could."

"No!" Elrohir shoved him backwards and wriggled free from his grasp. "I told
you to stop it!" He rose from the bed and hurried across the room to the
washbasin, where he hastily rinsed the fluid of their exertions from his skin,
visibly trembling.

Elladan raised himself on one elbow, breathing heavily. He gripped the sheet
tightly to prevent his hand from wandering between his legs to ease the painful
throbbing there. Elrohir was upset, that mattered more than his own discomfort. 

"Did I hurt you?" He swallowed a bitter lump of guilt. "Please forgive me,
Elrohir. I would not deliberately hurt you for anything." The silence hung
heavy in the air, broken only by the rustle of material as Elrohir pulled his
nightshirt over his head, and the cracking and popping of the logs in the
fireplace. "Are you angry with me?" 

Elrohir walked slowly back to him and perched stiffly on the edge of the
mattress, holding back tears. 

"Are you angry with me?" he repeated his question, sitting up to put his arm
around his twin's shoulders. "Elrohir, please speak to me." He suddenly
realised the storm had ended. How long ago had it ended? Had they been crying
their passion with nothing to mask the sounds? What if someone had heard them?

Elrohir raised an arm to push him away. "What in the world have we done?" he
said in a voice little louder than a whisper.

Elladan stroked his twin's hair to soothe him. He knew their coupling was
unethical, but somehow it didn't seem to matter to him. The emptiness that had
been growing in his heart was beginning to feel just that little bit satisfied,
though his body ached for release.

"Love between two males is not unheard of," he reassured himself as much as he
did his brother.

"But we are of the same blood!" Elrohir caught his hand. "We are twins! There
is a name for what we did, Elladan, it is called *incest*! Do realise the
trouble we will be in if we are found out?" 

The fact that Elrohir was his brother didn't have any consequence to Elladan,
though he knew it should have. He felt stained, by more than just sweat, and
not unpleasantly. He felt as though no other hand but Elrohir's would ever be
able to touch him in the same way, no lips would be able to kiss him as well,
no other body would be able to mould to him as closely. And, most worryingly,
no other could compete for his heart. 

"I..." He didn't know any words that could calm his brother. He couldn't even
hold him, for even a hug would be tainted now. "I am sorry," was all he could
say. 

Sorry that Elrohir was upset, sorry that they hadn't been able to finish their
love-making, sorry that he was feeling such despicable things towards his own
twin. 

Elrohir buried his face in his hands. "Oh, how did I let myself be persuaded to
do this?" 

Helpless hurt mingled with anger. "I did not *make* you! Don't you dare say I
forced this upon you! I did not! I *could* not!"

"No, no you did not. I wanted it as well." Elrohir sighed, turning his head to
face Elladan. "We were curious, that is all, yes?"

Elladan lowered his gaze. He had already seen the rejection in his brother's
eyes and he could not bear it. He could feel it gnawing at his heart with icy
teeth, taking away all the heat of their brief moments of passion.

"Look at me!" Elrohir snapped immediately. "Don't be such a coward!" He caught
his chin, forcing eye contact on him. "We must never do this again, Elladan,
ever! It is not even to be spoken of again, promise me!" 

"If you say so," Elladan replied quietly, feeling his heart sink heavily into
his stomach. 

"No, *promise* me Elladan!" Elrohir insisted.

Elladan swallowed hard and nodded, which seemed to be enough for Elrohir as he
excused himself and quietly returned to his own room, but he couldn't promise.
A promise was too strong, and he was completely certain that he would not be
able to keep it.