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Fic name: Affairs of State
Author: Shir'ann (Mearaigh@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Elladan has writer’s block. Elrohir can help.
PWP
Disclaimer: Neither Elrohir nor his gorgeous brother
Elladan belong to me (*Sob Sob*). They are the
property of Tolkien estates.


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Elladan threw down his quill with a sound of disgust,
staring angrily at the half-written page covered with
his spidery scrawl. “I cannot do this anymore!”
He was weary to exhaustion of the endless toil of the
writing of important documents, somehow always the job
landed in *his* lap because of Elrohir’s apparent
‘lack of eloquence’, which only Elladan knew to be a
vicious lie from the elder twin to squirm out of his
formal duties. 
A dark frown lowered over the raven-haired Elf’s gaze
as his eyes ran once more over the stack of papers
strewn randomly over the table, wishing not for the
first time that he could instead enjoy the warm
outdoor sunlight of their home in the twins’ brief
return to Rivendell instead of beseeching distant and
far-off lords he did not even know for this or that
privilege for his father’s realm.
Shaking his head roughly to clear it of the cobwebs of
tiredness, he sighed heavily and once more picked up
the caramel parchment, running his eyes over the words
for the umpteenth time and trying to formulate a
better phrasing in his mind. 
No words existed in the Elvish language to describe
how much he disliked this work. None whatsoever. Once
again he got sidetracked, losing himself in his own
wallowing self-pity and staring sightlessly at the
parchment, the scrawled letters seeming no more than
pretty pictures to his eyes. 
Throwing down the parchment at last, he leaned an
elbow on the table, placing his chin forlornly in his
upturned palm as his eyes roamed from the table to the
window and the overlarge, over-soft bed in the centre
of the room. 
Once more, a heavy sigh escaped his lips to colour the
air with the rueful sound of duty. 
He let his thoughts roam, drifting on a happy cloud of
dreaming to past travels and distant lands, strange
countries and their even stranger inhabitants running
through his thoughts in rapid succession as he sought
a better place for his mind to occupy than the dull,
dreary interior of his room, connected with a large
oaken door to his brother’s. No sound could be heard
from the other room this morning – Elrohir was most
like outside flirting with the maids as was his wont,
or enjoying the thrills of an exhilarating ride
through the summer green country of Rivendell’s
spring.
The sound of a small river could barely be heard
trickling through the open window, the white drapes
billowing gently in the calm, cool breeze that
travelled through it. Elladan tilted his head back as
the soothing draught caught his hair and played with
the dark strands that were bound from his face by the
thin circlet of gold that rested lightly on his brow.
Another frown graced his features. He was far more
comfortable in his hunting clothes, riding free in the
wind with his hair held back by two braids, cunningly
placed by Elrohir so the main fall of black strands
would never come into his eyes.
He sighed again, lifting the other arm and shifting
his chin from one hand to the other. The royal robes
of his office as Elrond’s son shifted uncomfortably
against his skin, scratching and chafing until Elladan
thought it would certainly drive him mad, once more
scratching irritably at the worst itch, placed of
course in the most difficult place to reach possible.
Reaching over his back, his hand escaped from under
his chin briefly to try and get to the cause of his
irritation, but had to give up after a while when his
upper arm started cramping and he leaned so far back
that he almost fell off his chair.
A growl of annoyance escaped his throat, as he balled
his fists and placed them none-too-gently on the
table. No matter how hard Elrond had tried to teach
his sons the graces of lordly Elvish behaviour,
Elladan had always thought it somewhat stuck-up and
too much trouble to hide his true self behind layers
and layers of ‘proper behaviour’.
A sudden hand on his shoulder made him jump slightly
in startlement, whirling around in his chair to come
face to face with a widely smiling Elrohir. A quiet
laugh coloured the air from his mirror-image’s lips,
and Elladan frowned hotly at the impishly grinning
Elf.
“Would you like me to scratch that for you, brother?”
Elrohir piped, his mellow voice floating on the gentle
wind like a feather drifting slowly to the ground. The
dark-haired Elf’s face was slightly flushed, as if he
had just come in from a long time in the sun and much
exercise, and his laughing brown eyes sparkled with
mischief, combining with his sharply sloped ears and
slightly dishevelled clothing to make him look almost
like a pixie from the tales their father had told them
as children.
It was a face no one could stay angry at, Elladan
thought as once again he was filled with love for the
lithe form of the one standing next to him, looking
now at the strewn papers with an inquisitive arch of
his eyebrows. The elder twin bore the riding gear of
Rivendell, comfortable leggings and a loose tunic that
accentuated the shapely curves of his well-muscled
arms. The interruption was indeed a welcome one, if it
meant he had this to stare at.
Elladan shook his head, smiling at his standing
brother. Elrohir turned to him when he spoke. “I would
like that indeed, brother,” the younger twin said,
“But first – ”
He reached up, turning slightly in his chair to place
both arms around Elrohir’s waist, pulling his brother
down to sit squarely on his lap. Elrohir laughed in
joy as he was pulled down, landing with a thud on the
proffered lap. The elder Elf lifted a leg, bringing it
around so that he straddled his brother’s legs,
threading his arms around the younger Elf’s neck and
smiling down at his upturned face.
One of Elrohir’s hands disengaged, roaming down the
back of the coarse robes that covered the younger
twin’s body, and bent his fingers, scratching a path
of delight down his back. Elladan almost shivered with
pleasure at finally having the irritating itch
relieved, thanking the gods that they sent his brother
to him at this particular moment in time. But then,
maybe the gods didn’t have much to do with it. Elrohir
always had a knack for showing up whenever Elladan
needed him the most.
He leaned into the welcome touch, verily purring under
his brother’s hands as they drew repeatedly over the
cursed itch, caressing it away with agile fingers.
Elladan’s eyes closed involuntarily, and he sighed
happily.
Elrohir shifted so that he sat nearer to his brother,
their chests almost touching as he leaned forward to
better reach the lower parts of the younger twin’s
back. Elladan twined his arms around his brother’s
waist, pulling him closer yet, so that their hips
touched and Elrohir was pressed firmly to his front.
“I think it might be easier for me if you were to take
off those annoying robes, Elladan,” Elrohir stated,
leaning back and crossing his arms, looking at Elladan
expectantly. The younger twin opened his eyes, smiling
evilly at the hidden innuendo in his brother’s voice.
He pulled Elrohir to him, hugging the elder Elf to his
chest and lifting him up, and then placing him
squarely in front of him on the large table. He then
reached down to take hold of the hem of his robes,
making to lift his arms over his head to rid him of
the scratching irritation without bothering with the
cumbersome slow annoyance of first undoing the ties
that held it fast.
A hand on his back stopped him. He looked up, frowning
in confusion. Elrohir looked at him seriously,
removing his hand from his brother’s arm and linking
his fingers in his lap. He indicated the open door
with a tilt of his chin.
Elladan immediately understood what he meant. Words
were rarely ever necessary for the two of them to
communicate, and they often managed entire meaningful
conversations without ever uttering a single sound.
Others sometimes wondered at the close bond they
shared. They were oft even able to finish each other’s
sentences, much to the chagrin of their father or
anyone who listened to them. It was a skill that was
of much use when the two were together, especially
when they were engaged in . . . less than appropriate
activities.
The younger twin stepped back, allowing his brother to
slide off the table, pausing briefly to look Elladan
up and down, a lust and a want shining in his brown
eyes. He crossed the room, shutting the door with a
dull thud, and placing the bar over it gently. Then he
turned, and leaned back against the heavy wood,
bracing his hands on either side of him and drinking
in the sight of his younger brother with a predatory
gleam in his eyes, reminding Elladan somewhat of a
wolf on the hunt.
“Now . . . where were we?” The elder twin crossed the
room hastily, coming again to the table and hoisting
himself up on it with both hands. Elladan grinned at
him evilly.
“I believe you were about to divest me of some very
irritating items of fashion.”
An equally devilish grin lighted Elrohir’s face. “Me,
divest you? Divest yourself!”
“Ah – too lazy to help, are you?”
“No!” The elder twin ran his eyes hungrily over
Elladan’s body, and his expression turned serious. “I
merely prefer watching.”
Elladan immediately felt a reaction to his brother’s
words, a hardening of flesh under his robes that made
him wonder at the reaction were he to be rid of them. 
Elrohir crossed his arms expectantly, staring
pointedly at the small fastenings of the royal
garments that covered Elladan’s chest. The younger
twin took the hint, moving his hands slowly up his
sides, trailing them languidly over the scratchy
material from the sides of his thighs and up, along
his hips, and then moving forward to trail them over
the silken brown overcoat to the raised neck of his
collar. Elrohir’s eyes followed the movement of his
hands hungrily, rooted to the dark-haired Elf’s
slender fingers and pursuing them as if they were the
only things that existed in the entire world.
A swift twisting of his fingers, and Elladan loosened
the first tie, causing the neckline to fall open to
reveal the pale expanse of his collarbones. He flushed
somewhat under the intense scrutiny of his brother’s
stare, pausing slightly under hesitation for a moment.
Elrohir’s eyes whipped up to his, brown gaze meeting
green questioningly. Elladan looked to the floor,
feeling the blush rising in his cheeks like a
wildfire, spreading over his neck and down to his
chest. 
Elrohir rose from his seat on the table, coming to
stand close before his brother. Elladan looked up into
his eyes, and saw understanding and love shining
there. He berated himself for always being the timid
one, never rising to a challenge as much as his older
brother liked to. 
Long, slender fingers covered his own on his chest,
moving down over the coarse brown material to unclasp
the second tie. Elladan stared into Elrohir’s face.
The dark-haired Elf’s eyes were rooted on his work,
moving slowly down his brother’s body, undoing tie for
tie to a slow, silent rhythm that only he could hear.
The younger twin’s hands dropped to his sides,
caressing the folds of lighter caramel silk lining
that showed as the doubled material that hung loosely
over his arms fell open to reveal the dark grey
undershirt. 
Elrohir reached the last tie, pausing over it slightly
before twisting it out of its clasp as well, pushing
open the folds of the over robes gently, and running a
hand over the thin rough material of the undershirt
covering the trembling planes of Elladan’s chest. 
The younger twin reached up to take the robe from his
brother’s hands, slipping it down over his shoulders
to pool in a puddle of material around his feet. He
now stood clad only in his undershirt and leggings
that stretched painfully over his hardness. Elrohir,
of course, noticed immediately, a small smile twisting
the corners of his lips as his eyes scored the area,
pausing to linger over his brother’s obvious arousal. 
Elladan shook his head to clear it of the sudden mist
of desire that had settled over it, and decided that
his brother’s control had lasted long enough. Placing
both hands on Elrohir’s chest, he drew his fingers
quickly over the folds of his riding tunic, drawing it
open and over his arms to throw it roughly to the
ground. To his delight, Elrohir’s chest was bare
underneath, the strongly defined muscles shifting
slightly under pale skin as he shivered in the sudden
cold. Elladan smiled, trailing his fingers over the
elder Elf’s smooth collarbones and down to come to
rest on Elrohir’s stomach. 
Elrohir jerked back at the touch, a disapproving frown
meeting Elladan’s surprised glance. “What’s wrong?”
the younger twin asked.
Elrohir scowled at him. “Your hands are cold!”
Elladan snickered, removing his hand from his
brother’s abdomen, and lifting both to start undoing
the ties of his undershirt. “We’ll just have to remedy
that, then.”
“And how do you propose we do that?”
Elladan shrugged off the tunic, shivering slightly in
the cool air. “Well . . .” 
He raised his head to look Elrohir in the eye, noting
with pleasure the slight flush of arousal that lighted
the elder Elf’s face at the baring of his skin. “Your
name doesn’t mean ‘Elf-rider’ for nothing.”
A slight intake of breath coloured the air from
Elrohir’s lips at the blatant suggestion in his
younger brother’s voice, but Elladan judged that it
was more from arousal than shock.
Elladan counted the seconds in his head. 3 . . . 2 . .
. 1.
Elrohir’s mouth covered his hotly, hungrily devouring
his lips in a bruising kiss. Elladan smirked at his
brother in his mind. He knew Elrohir better then the
Elf knew himself.
Hands slipped around his waist, sliding up over his
back and shoulder-blades. Elladan arched under the
touch, the icy cold fingers following the bend of his
body to allow no escape from the cold. The younger
twin squirmed in his brother’s arms, trying vainly to
wriggle out of the other’s tight embrace. When Elrohir
finally broke off the kiss, he leaned back, chuckling
lightly at his brother’s discomfort. “Revenge is
mine,”
Elladan glowered at his twin, feeling still the icy
tendrils of cold that were left in the wake of
Elrohir’s fingers on his back. He lifted his hands,
placing them squarely on the elder Elf’s chest and
pushed back roughly, sending Elrohir to fall backwards
to land on the table. Elladan stepped forward,
lowering his hands to come to rest on his brother’s
knees, and parted them, coming to stand in the nook
that was so formed so that his arousal touched that of
his twin inside.
He leaned forward and again placed his hands on
Elrohir’s abdomen, leaning on the firm muscles there
so that his chest covered the other Elf’s. Then he
slowly, very deliberately moved his body up and down,
rubbing his lower half against the straining bulge in
his brother’s leggings. Tingling sparks of pleasure
shot from his own erection through his entire body,
letting a moan escape unguarded from his throat to
match the one emitting from Elrohir. 
Elladan clenched his teeth, his desire getting the
better of him. He tugged at the waistband of Elrohir’s
riding leggings, making his meaning plain with the
hungry glare he directed towards his brother. Elrohir
looked to both sides of his head, taking in the
roughly strewn paper Elladan had been working on
before looking back at his brother. “Here?”
Elladan merely nodded in frustration, tugging with
more force at the leggings. Elrohir laughed lightly at
his brother’s annoyance, taking hold of his hands and
lifting them from his waist, and placing them to rest
on his stomach before attacking the leggings himself.
With a few deft twists of his fingers the leather
bindings came loose, drawing apart as he pulled at
them. Elladan’s eyes followed the movement of his
brother’s fingers avidly, waiting impatiently with his
hands still on the elder Elf’s abdomen. 
His own light grey leggings strained madly and
painfully over his heated erection, his breath coming
in quick pants of desire as he watched the pale hue of
his brother’s skin being bared inch by slow inch. He
wanted desperately to just rip Elrohir’s leggings from
his body in a rage of passionate want, but long years
of being the son of the Lord of the Last Homely House
had taught him patience, and restraint. Cursed
restraint.
 Elrohir paused above the opened flaps of his
leggings, not drawing them further down, but looking
instead up at his younger brother with a considering
gaze, biting his lower lip. Then his hands left the
area entirely, lifting from his lower half to cup both
sides of Elladan’s waist, his arms threading around
his brother’s on either side.
The younger twin uttered a sound of dismay.
Frustration swept over him in a wave as his erection
moved further back, the urgency caused by the very
annoyance at the delay nearly driving him mad. Elrohir
knew exactly what to do to get his brother so exited
that he thought he would nearly burst if the elder Elf
merely looked at him.
Elrohir’s hands moved down from Elladan’s hips,
lifting and pushing in between his brother’s to rove
over the material to the front until his fingers
cupped the bulge in the younger twin’s leggings.
Elladan sighed loudly, opening his elbows slightly to
give Elrohir more freedom of movement, and feeling
himself straining further back at the enticing touch,
if that were possible. As if his twin could sense his
need, the slender fingers started undoing the leather
cords that held his leggings fast. Elladan pressed
down on his brother’s stomach, unconsciously seeking
contact with the other’s erection as his own yearned
to be relieved, rubbing his lower half up and down
against the other’s.
The contact sent sensations of lightning bolts
travelling up through his stomach to end finally in a
surge of pleasure in his mind and he moaned, loudly,
not caring if anyone who happened to pass by heard
him. Let them think he was having another young Elf
maiden.
Finally, the ties were loose, and his erection was
free in the cool morning air. He closed his eyes in
pleasure, revelling in the sudden liberation. Hands
wrapped around him, squeezing gently until he was
gasping and writhing under the touch like a whore. He
cared not. It was Elrohir and Elrohir only that could
wring such reactions from him, and he planned on
giving his brother the full show. The hands started
moving up and down over his manhood, slowly at first
but gaining speed as his moans and cries gained
intensity at the pleasure. His thighs, touching the
insides of Elrohir’s spread legs as the other Elf
reached down to work his brother, were pulled against
the elder Elf with every movement of his hands as
Elladan thrust wantonly into the knowing grasp.
Elrohir could read the signs with deadly accuracy. The
increasing throb of desire in his hand, the small
drops of sweat that collected on his brother’s brow,
the strained cries of passion from his constricted
throat – all these showed that Elladan was near his
peak. The elder Elf let go of his brother’s shaft, his
thumb trailing at the last gently over the swollen tip
to rub away some of the moisture that had collected
there.
A shudder passed through Elladan, and his fingers
clenched unwillingly upon his brother’s stomach,
raking over the firm muscles to form tightly balled
fists.
As Elrohir’s hands lifted completely, the younger twin
opened his eyes, frustrated and desperately
unfulfilled. Anger rose in him, a red tide coupled
with a desire so profound it nearly robbed him of his
senses.
“Elrohir!” he hissed from between clenched teeth.
Elrohir merely stared at him with those big hazel
eyes, and a communication passed from them to his own
mind. It could be described more as a feeling than an
actual thought, but Elladan knew exactly what it
meant. Though he still wished he could find his own
release first for the begging, aching pulse of desire
in his lower half, he ordered his hands to stay away
from it, sinking to sit on his knees on the ground
instead and placing them on his thighs. His brother’s
spread legs opened before him, the rising bulge in
Elrohir’s brown leggings an enticing mound before his
eyes. 
The elder twin’s hands strayed from the air to come to
rest on the swell, a deft twisting of his fingers
making quick work of the last leather cord before
pulling the leggings down to fall to the floor. His
erection sprang immediately from the confines, a proud
column of desire in the cool morning air.
Elladan’s eyes clouded over with longing and he had to
swallow loudly before he was able to force the brunt
of his passion down. He rose up on his knees
immediately, a hungry surge of want making his
movements Elven-quick and strong, though he carried
mortal blood.
He took Elrohir into his mouth in a swift motion. The
elder twin’s hands slammed down on the table with
force, his back aching off the wood as he moaned.
Elladan wrapped his tongue around the long shaft,
lifting his head before plunging down again, his
movements now slow and now fast.
Elrohir writhed under his touch, his hands clenching
in the air above the table. Elladan immediately lifted
his own to link his fingers with his brother’s,
clutching at the forceful grip as he started suckling
gently, drawing tiny drops of wetness from the
distended tip over his tongue as he alternated soft
nips with hard sucks, now lifting his mouth entirely
to kiss at the swollen globes that hung underneath the
source of his brother’s pleasure, now taking him deep
into his throat until his nose was buried deeply in
the soft, dark curls that rested there. The tiny hair
tickled his nose, making him nearly gag on the
silk-covered hardness in his mouth.
He lifted his head just in time as a huge sneeze
erupted from his throat. Elrohir lifted his head from
the table in astonishment, his mouth slightly open in
surprise. Elladan unwrapped one of his hands from his
brother’s to rub roughly at his nose. He sniffed
loudly, returning the hand to Elrohir’s waiting grasp.
“Sorry,” he muttered as the hand was accepted and
fingers linked once more through his.
“Think nothing of it,” Elrohir returned with a slight
chuckle. His voice sounded strained, as if he was
trying desperately not to moan in pleasure or scream
in rage, or perhaps both.
Elladan smiled evilly at the sound, rising from his
knees to bend over his twin’s form, leaning forward so
that their erections rubbed together slightly. Both
moaned, and the younger twin paused for a moment to
enjoy the sensation. Then he leaned further forward,
moving their linked hands so that Elrohir’s rested
beside the elder Elf’s ears and Elladan’s arm covered
his, leaning on the pale flesh of his brother’s
forearms. He covered Elrohir’s mouth with his own,
sharing the salty taste that lingered yet on his
tongue with his brother in a hungry kiss. He pushed
the questing tongue past the elder twin’s lips,
bruising the other’s lips as well as his own as he
sought to invade Elrohir to the very depths of his
throat.
His brother moaned against his mouth, and pushed up
with his hips so that their lower halves rubbed
together, sending jolts of pleasure through them both.
Elladan broke off, gasping for air even as his eyes
rolled back in bliss. Dropping his head so that he
could look into Elrohir’s eyes, he lowered himself
until he lay partially on top of his brother, his hair
falling forward about them so that their faces were
hidden from the outside world, forming a private haven
of togetherness that seemed worlds apart from the
younger twin’s stuffy rooms. 
He kissed Elrohir again, soft and chaste, just
touching his lips to the other’s mouth before lifting
again, and let one of his hands free, disengaging from
his brother’s linked fingers to rise to Elrohir’s
mouth. The elder brother accepted the fingers
greedily, taking them deeply into his mouth and
sucking gently, mimicking Elladan’s earlier actions.
Then the younger twin removed his hand to trail a wet
path over the smooth planes of his brother’s chest,
downwards past his navel and over his abdomen,
shifting his body slightly to the left to circle his
fingertips slowly once around Elrohir’s straining
erection, and down between his thighs to run over the
softness of his backside.
Elrohir lifted his lower half slightly from the table,
shifting forward so his thighs were braced around
Elladan’s legs, to give the younger twin easier access
to his favoured place of pleasure.
Elladan let his finger trail once over the tender
crease before slipping it inside the sensitive
entrance, and leaning forward once again to take
Elrohir’s mouth. The elder twin moaned, and arched up,
pushing himself down upon the questing finger. Elladan
pushed it down further, until it was entirely inside
his brother, before sliding in another. He pushed them
in and out, seeking to find that special place hidden
deep within his brother. 
A loud exclamation from Elrohir’s throat into his
mouth broadcasted that he had found it. Smiling
against the other’s lips, he joined another finger to
the rest, thrusting his hand forcefully to hit the
pleasurable mark. 
Elladan’s own breath came in short gasps and pants,
the mere sight of Elrohir in writhing so under his
hand driving him almost to the edge. The hand that was
still twisted in his groped and clutched painfully,
but Elladan only barely registered it as his brother
cried out his name, nearing his peak.  
The younger twin decided that his fingers had done
more than their share of pleasuring and, having made
his aching manhood jealous of their work, had to be
removed immediately. Withdrawing his hand, he curled
his fingers around the pulsing shaft, almost reaching
his peak at the warm touch. Fingertips brushed over
his oversensitive, already-leaking tip, collecting
moisture there to spread it over his entire length. 
Elrohir widened his legs slightly more, and hooked
them behind Elladan’s back as he slowly poised himself
above the readied opening. As if by unspoken agreement
the two moved simultaneously, the younger twin pushing
himself in slowly as his brother lowered himself onto
Elladan’s manhood.
The younger Elf had to bite his lip to keep from
crying out as the tight warmth of his brother
swallowed him, embracing him so firmly that he almost
ruptured right there and then. Slowly, slowly, so as
to not hurt the one he loved more dearly than anything
or anyone in Middle-earth he pushed forward, clasping
his hands around Elrohir's hips, until he was entirely
sheathed in his brother's heat.
Elladan looked up into the elder twin's gaze. Brown
eyes were fixed upon the place where the lower halves
of the two Elves were joined, slight drops of moisture
collecting upon his brow before streaming down the
sides of his face to trail down his throat. The deeply
hazel brown eyes lifted briefly at the hesitation to
meet his own green stare, worried at aught pain or
discomfort he may have caused. Though they had been
doing this for many more years than either could
recall, more often than not their current position was
always reversed, with Elrohir savouring the sweet
tightness of his younger twin instead of Elladan
entering his brother.
A slight nod of the dark brown head was all he needed.
He pulled out slowly, removing himself almost entirely
from his brother, until almost only the sensitive tip
of his manhood remained within Elrohir. Then, just as
slowly, as if he was still afraid of hurting the elder
twin even though the other had consented to endure
this pain, he thrusted in again, steadily and
unflinchingly until he was buried once more entirely
within his brother’s warmth. A strangled moan escaped
from Elrohir’s lips, but whether from pleasure or pain
Elladan was too far gone to tell. 
Once more he pulled back, and once more thrust
forward, the tight sensation pulling a long moan from
his lips. Again he repeated the action, falling into a
steady rhythm that settled to the pace of their
hearts. 
He pulled back and pushed forward now with more speed,
clasping his hands around the elder Elf’s hips, biting
down forcefully on his tongue to keep from crying out
as Elrohir’s voice rang loudly in the air. Elladan
angled his hips slightly, and pushed down faster and
with more vigour, hitting the extremely sensitive spot
hidden deep within that he knew to be the very centre
and accumulation of all pleasure.
Elrohir threw his head back, slamming it unconsciously
against the table and crying out loudly with every
thrust.
The tension built, and Elladan moved yet faster, until
he thought he could not hold himself any longer.
Elrohir was too tight, too sweet – too incredibly
desirable as small rivulets of sweat coursed down the
plains of his face to pool in on his neck, right at
the junction where the pale column met the smooth
collarbones. Elladan’s eyes followed the path of the
trails of water, coming to rest on the small pool of
moisture, and in less than a heartbeat, never breaking
the rhythm of his thrusts nor his tight grip on the
other’s hips, his mouth sealed over the tiny puddle,
lapping gently at the wetness before moving up,
kissing his way up the pale neck until his lips
finally met his brother’s again.
He moaned loudly into Elrohir’s mouth as the elder
twin tightened sweetly around him, a sure sign that he
was near his peak, as was Elladan himself. Gasping for
breath in the tough exertion, he broke his lips from
Elrohir’s and removed a hand from the elder twin’s
hip, groping over the slick body until he finally
found the other’s aching desire, and clasping his
fingers around it to take up the steady rhythm his
body set.
They could not last long. The pleasure was too
intense, too powerful; their desire was almost
painfully avid as they lost track of each other’s
bodies, melding instead into one spirit that was
indistinguishable of entity and uniform in being.
Neither was sure exactly where his body began and the
other’s ended, but Elladan knew that it did not matter
anymore. They were one, now – closer than any other
two in the whole of Middle-earth, and melded in this
hour into one will and one thought, one strength – one
passion.
And then there came a fleeting moment in time, when
all movement seemed to stop and they were frozen dead,
still and unmoving inside each other, and it was as it
always ended in their unions of passion. Time ceased,
and all things were made unimportant but for the
singular sensation of bliss each felt at the other’s
touch.
And then it was over, and Elladan burst with a cry of
exaltation into Elrohir’s tight accepting opening,
even as the elder twin cried out and exploded into
Elladan’s hand. Their voices were so much alike, and
yelled so much together, that any who passed by would
have thought it one voice, and would have wondered at
the reason of this singular outcry, for passion is
always a shared thing, unless, of course, the self is
pleasured by the self.
Panting heavily and exhausted beyond measure, Elladan
collapsed tiredly onto his brother’s chest. Elrohir’s
breathing was as laboured, and his heart raced and
pounded underneath the younger twin’s body. Long
minutes passed as they lay so, just resting in the
warm sun of the afternoon as it fell languidly through
the open window in trails of gold on their entwined
bodies.
Elladan drifted lazily on a cloud of tired happiness,
a feeling he always experienced after he and his
brother came together. His eyes sagged shut with a
sigh, and he wriggled closer into the warmth of
Elrohir’s arms, letting his full weight rest on the
other’s body as they came up to encircle him, clasping
firmly around his waist. After a few minutes passed,
and the younger Elf nearly fell fully asleep and
almost slipped off of his brother’s body, Elrohir’s
soft voice whispered into his ear.
“You know, Father’s probably not going to be too happy
about the state of his important papers.”
Elladan lifted his head from his brother’s chest,
frowning down at the elder twin. It was true, he
realised. Turning his head slightly to the left and
then to the right, he took in the countless papers he
had been working on, strewn roughly about the table.
More than a few of them were severely crumpled,
wrinkled or torn, some ripped edges of parchment
sticking balefully out from under Elrohir’s body here
and there. Quite a few of them were moist to the point
of being called wet, the dark ink from Elladan’s quill
running in sorrowful streaks down the caramel coloured
paper – evidence to their exertions that afternoon. 
The younger twin sighed heavily in exasperation,
lifting a hand to hit Elrohir lightly on the elder
Elf’s chest. “And whose fault is that?”
Elrohir looked up at him with a look of feigned
innocence. “I wasn’t the one who said ‘Let’s do it on
the table’,”
“You didn’t protest overmuch either.”
“You didn’t give me much of a chance to.”
Elladan growled in his throat, placed his hands to
both sides of Elrohir’s chest on the table and shoved
himself upwards, sliding out of the elder Elf and
rising to his feet in one fluid movement. Elrohir rose
to his elbows, regarding his brother with amusement,
his head following Elladan as he moved around the
table until he was standing behind Elrohir.
Elladan leaned forward, bracing himself on the heavy
oak table with his hands as his head dropped, long
strands of raven black hair cascading over his
shoulders, while Elrohir let his head fall backwards
until they were once again face to face. The younger
twin smiled evilly down at his brother, leaning over
to kiss him lightly on the lips once before breaking
and pulling away. He stared down at his mirror image,
a mock frown decorating his face as he spoke.
“Someone’s going to have to explain all this to
Father.”
Soulful brown eyes blinked up at him innocently,
losing none of their charm even though they were
slightly upside down. “Can’t you just . . .” The elder
twin waved a hand vaguely. “Do them over?”
Elladan’s mouth dropped open. “Do you know how long it
took me to get this far?”
“Well, you shouldn’t have ruined it all, then.”
Elladan glared at his brother, clenching his mouth
tightly shut into a thin line, and stared so for a
while at the other Elf. Then and idea occurred to him,
and he turned his face into a considering look. “Hmm .
. .”
Elrohir looked at him suspiciously, turning around on
the table so that he lay on his stomach, resting on
bent elbows. “What?” 
“Someone will have to do them over.”
The elder twin narrowed his eyes, regarding his
younger brother askance. Mistrust was written clearly
across his features. “I take it that ‘someone’ does
not mean you?” he asked.
“Of course not.”
The elder twin raised his eyebrows. “I’m not going to
do it.”
“You have to start sometime.” Elladan fluttered his
eyelashes sweetly at his brother, lifting a hand to
trail a finger slowly over the elder twin’s bottom lip
and moving up to the gently sloping curve of the
archer’s bow.
Elrohir shook his head decisively, absently batting
away his brother’s hand. “I’m not doing it.”
A few moments of silence passed between them as the
twins merely stared at each other, each measuring the
other’s stubbornness and reluctance, and neither
willing to let up first. Unfortunately, they were very
equally matched, and Elladan could see that they were
likely to stay that way for quite a while. They broke
at exactly the same moment, each blinking fiercely to
rid himself of the glare and itch of continued
staring.
“Fine.” Elladan heaved a sigh, lifting himself to come
to sit before Elrohir on the table. “I’ll write them
over.”
A brilliant smile lit up his brother’s face. “I knew
you’d see it my way.”
Elladan twisted his neck around to glare at the elder
twin. “But I think some compensation is in order.”
“Compensation?” Elrohir stared at him like he was mad.
“Yes. A certain . . . remuneration. Payment, if you
will, for messing up my papers, and making me do them
over.”
“I didn’t–“
Elladan clamped a hand over his brother’s mouth,
smiling evilly. “Don’t worry – I’m sure you’ll enjoy
it as much as I will.”
A look of understanding dawned in Elrohir’s brown
gaze, and he lifted his brother’s hand from his mouth
with an equal devilish smile. Leaning forward, he
placed a light kiss on Elladan’s lips, and then bowed
his head in mock regret.
“I am eternally sorry for messing up your papers,
brother dearest. Just say the word, and I’ll do
whatever I can to compensate for your loss.”
Elladan’s smile widened until it nearly covered his
entire face. “Of course you will. But this time around
–” he trailed his eyes hungrily over his brother’s
face before leaning into steal yet another quick kiss.
“Can we use the bed?”