The Night You Returned (Sequel to “A Gift”)
Author: LoLL loll_3000(a)email(dot)it
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Beta and a lot of support: my personal sadistic little Fishy
Rating: NC17
Summary: Glorfindel returns and Erestor helps him to fight his demons...
in his personal way.
Warning: a little bit of angst, slightly violence, PWP, nipples!!! Mpreg
implied.
Note: this is the sequel of A gift but it works like a stand alone too.
Dedicated to: this is totally, completely, utterly dedicate to Fishy

	The night you returned


***

So he was returned. And while I was looking at his still figure standing out
against a rusty sky, heavy with snow, I tried to understand the whole
extent of what has happened. There was no sound in the room; even
Eledor, usually restless and always giggling, had fallen asleep. I kissed 
his
cheek and brushed a curl of raven hair from his brow. "Sleep well, my
little love." I whispered, and then I headed to the windows and to my new
hopes. "Glorfindel..." I placed one hand over his shoulder and he almost
jumped; he turned, facing me, and I could see his desperate eyes, haunted
from memories I could not even imagine, lost in a face thin and pale.
I knew that there would come time for questions, I knew that a lot of
things needed to be explained. But not that night. That night, I had just 
one
mission in mind: making him realize that he was finally home. Forever.
I took his hand; it was shaking and cold. He restrained, as if he felt 
guilty
for touching me with a dead-like limb. "The chill, Erestor, it never leaves
me. I can feel it deep inside of me." His voice was distant and almost
alien. I would have screamed, I would have cried and asked questions. But
I did nothing. I just took his hand back and kissed it. "Come, Glorfindel."

"He is beautiful." An attempt of a smile graced his features. "I know... he
is perfect. He has your eyes." Silence again. Near the fireplace, I helped
him to get rid of his ragged clothes. He didn't protest but didn't 
collaborate
either. He just let me undress him the way I did what seemed a life time
ago. His harms fell lifeless in his laps while his eyes never left a far 
distant
point that was real only in his mind. He was drained. A new scar swelled,
red and angry, from his skin. I touched it and he winced. "I can't get rid 
of
this, Erestor." His forced smile vanished and anguish took possession
again of that beautiful, white face. I knew he wasn't speaking of the scar,
or, at least, not only of the scar. I took him in my arms and held him 
tight.
"You will. We will." He shook silently and I cradled him the way I did
with our son. "I will take the chill away from you." I stated. "How?" His
eyes were full of hope and disillusion at the same time. "Make love to me.
Take me, Glorfindel." I knew I was pushing very hard but this was the
only way.
"But-" "NO! Just do it. Talk later." A feral sensation was taking
possession of my soul: it was I and it wasn't at the same time. I felt the 
fire
growing inside of me and I'm sure he felt it too because a moment later he
was crushing my mouth with his and was desperately kissing me, his
tongue hot and hard fighting with mine. How I had missed that taste, how
I had missed that overwhelming sensation... My world collapsed and
exploded in a rush of shining, angry stars. Blindly, I climbed on his lap
and straddled him, closing my thighs around his hips. My hair was falling
savagely over my face and I swiped them away with a raging gesture.
I moved, slow and sensuous like a snake; and I moaned, chanting his name
again and again. I wanted him so badly... I needed him to mark me, hurt
me, because that was the only way to prove this a reality. "Touch me,
Glorfindel, touch my nipples... Do it..." My voice was low and hoarse. He
was staring at me as if I was mad, but I could feel his cock pulsing hard
and alive against me. He wanted me. He needed it too. I brought my chest
close to his lips and brushed them with my erect nipples. They were still
sensible and sore from nursing. They were a bundle of bare nerves, the
centre of my universe. "Erestor..." "Please... suck them, please!" I had
tears in my eyes. I would have died for him. I almost screamed the very
moment he took one of them in his mouth, gently. Then I bite my lips:
something in the back of my mind was warning me to not make noise. Our
child was sleeping. I slipped my fingers in his hair and took him closer,
staring at the ceiling in bewildered rapture while his tongue was playing
with my flesh. I could feel all my blood converging in that spot. And I
wanted to scream and cry at the same time. He moved his tongue around
and around and then bite slightly and then sucked again. I was going mad
with pleasure and desire, the world around me was a whirl of confused
colours and my head spun so fast I was dizzy. Beads of sweat run along
my spine, pooling between my cheek, wetting and brushing my opening
that was craving him. I came hard and I screamed. It was violent and so
intense that I thought I was passing out. I realized he had silenced me with
his hand. When I came back to reason, I looked at him and he was
watching me with eyes dark for lust and need. "Lay down." I ordered. A
command given with urgency while I pushed him on the soft carpet and
began to play with his body.

For five times I brought him to the verge of release and five times I had
retreated. I could feel the salty taste of his precome over my lips and I
licked it like a kitten. I brushed his cock with the tip of my tongue, 
again,
and it was hard and throbbing, the head dark of blood and glistening with
droplet of seed. Glorfindel was moaning, desperately begging, suffocating
his pleas with his biceps pressed against his mouth. The other hand was
gripping the carpet; his thighs were parted and his hips were pushing
forward faster and faster. If I had ordered him to come, he would have.
Without me touching him. It was an overwhelming erotic sight.
I stopped and sat back on my feet. I realized that I was panting hard.
"Erestor..." I could hear frustration in his voice. "What?" "Please, don't
stop." "I'm sorry, I'm too tired, I need to rest for a while." I tried to 
take
my voice detached and annoyed. It worked well because in no time he was
sitting and grasping my wrist, he was furious and aroused. "What do you
mean? What's your game Erestor?"
I knew i was giving him a show: flushed and dishevelled, with my nipples
swollen and my lips glossy with his seed, with my skin damp and my eyes
wide and lustful. I need you, Glorfindel. That was what my why body was
screaming. I smiled and without even realizing I found myself sprawled on
my back, knees parted by powerful hands. Glorfindel was towering over
me, kneeling between my thighs with his cock proudly erect. I grinned and
he grinned back. "I'm going to fuck you, Erestor, and I'm going to fuck
you hard." I didn't answer but opened my legs wider. For long moments
the rooms echoed with our muffled cries. It hurt, it hurt like hell but I
craved that pain. He was fucking me without preparation, he was fucking
me and fighting his personal demons and the only thing I could do was to
cling to his body and press my face to his neck to hide my tears. He came
with a long, strangled cry and, despite the pain, despite feeling as if my
body was split in two, I came again as well. "I love you, Glorfindel."
Finally I allowed the words I had retained for so long to slip from my lips.
I realized that I had been dead inside for seven long months. He looked at
me and saw me for the first time. "Oh Gods Erestor..." He collapsed like a
boneless puppet and, finally, safe in my harms, he wept. And with the
tears, a little bit of the chill melted away. In the morning, before dawn, I
made love to him for the first time, and it was beautiful and sweet. We
celebrated our private bonding ceremony and then, exhausted, we fell
asleep holding each other desperately tight.


When I woke up later, he was standing near the windows, holding Eledor
in his harms and speaking nonsense to him. His eyes were shining blue
and alive. I closed my eyes again pretending to sleep. I didn't want to
intrude that perfect warm moment. He looked so vulnerable. But I knew
he was a fighter. We both were. From that day forth we would have to
face a long, tiring battle against his demons. But I was ready.


The End