TITLE:  Like
AUTHOR:  Ezra’s Persian Kitty
(ezraspersiankitty@yahoo.com)
PAIRING:  Elrond/Elrohir
RATING:  R
SUMMARY:  Sequel to Unlike, (to be found under
Elrohir/?.  Read that one first, for the sake of
comprehension.)  Elrond finds himself in a sad
situation.
DISCLAIMER:  Not mine.  Thank goodness.
WARNING:  Incest.  Dark thoughts.
NOTES:  Because, d*mn it, I am one sick puppy.
ANOTHER NOTE:  Elrond’s POV.  (And as it turns out,
Elrond is only slightly more coherent than Elrohir.)


= = = = =

He thinks he knows.  He…  My son.

My son thinks he knows.

The passions that guide me.  The need that fills me.

But he knows not.

__________

He thinks he knows.  But how can he think so?

He believes I can find golden locks in his dark
tresses, smooth curves in his wiry form, crystal blue
eyes in his cloudy grey, so like mine.

He thinks he knows how I use him.

But he knows not.

__________

He thinks he knows.  He thinks he has his mother in
him.

He believes I can overlook his youth, his frailty, his
innocence.

He thinks he knows how I see her in him.

But he knows not.

__________

He thinks he knows.  He thinks too much.

For he is unlike her.  She who I loved, she who left
me, she who I let go.

I did.  I let her go.

_________

But I did not let him go.

_________

So, loving in the dark, I can find my pleasure in a
form that pleases me.  I can take a willing body,
eager and beautiful.  I can pretend that flesh of my
flesh matters not.  And curse myself a thousand times
over for every look, every caress, every sigh of
longing.

I pretend it matters not.

And so did he.

For a good, long while.

__________

But then the silence was shattered, the unspoken bond
became voiced.  “Father!”  And in that moment I hated
him.  

I hated him, and for this I cursed him.

I loved him, and for this also I cursed him.

I wanted him, I needed him.  And for this I cursed
him.

I hated him.

But most of all, I hated myself.  And for this, I
cursed and beat and broke him.

__________

And not a full day later, I sought him out and took
him back.  And he came without question.

I knew he would.

I took my son back to my bed.  And we moved together. 
And we touched together.  And we cried and sighed and
loved together.

And though he had always refused my kisses before,
that night his lips met mine.

__________

I felt he needed something from me.  And by Elbereth,
I wanted to give it.  But words of coherence were lost
to us, so I could only guess.

I guessed he needed comfort.  I guessed he needed
love.

I guessed he needed gentleness.

These I gave with all my heart in kisses and touches
and the softest of whispers.

And if I judge rightly, my guesses were correct.

For he clung to me as a vine: a sweaty, writhing,
lovely vine, who ensnared me in tendrils of heat and
devotion.  Devotion?  Yes, I suppose so.

Even if I do not return it.  For I do love him.  But
not, I think, as he needs me to.

He should have the love of a father.  But that has
been long lost to us.

Then, in a desperate sort of way, he should have the
love of a lover.  But that I have reserved for
another.

__________

So, with a little hitch, our silent loving persisted. 
With kisses.

__________

No one knows.  We make sure of that.

But it is sin enough that we alone keep our secret. 
It is sin enough that we continue.  It is sin enough
that we know.

I know he desires me.

And he thinks I desire her in him.

And he is wrong.

__________

For he is unlike her.

And after all, I let her go.

__________

But I did not let HIM go.  And my son, my son is like
him.

__________

He is dark.  He is young.  He is foolish.

Just like my brother.

Just like my brother had been.

He is just like Elros.




The end.