Title: Scream If You Wanna Go Faster Author: Nyssa E-mail: devildog2001@gmx.net Pairing: Legolas/Boromir Rating: NC-17 Summary: Sequel to “Taming the Beast”. Boromir plots some kinky revenge. Will Legolas lose control after all? Disclaimer: Legolas, Boromir and everybody/everything else from Middle-Earth were created by JRR Tolkien. This story’s title is taken from a song by Geri Halliwell. No copyright infringement intended. Warning: Explicit sexual contents, partly non-con. Mild bondage. Scream If You Wanna Go Faster Part 1 He needed to wash. Get rid of all his clothes and just wash off the dust, the enemy's blood, the tension in his muscles. He might be the toughest of the fellowship and not one of the others could seriously rival his endurance, but that didn't mean he didn't know what pain and exhaustion felt like. Elf or no elf, his right shoulder was slightly hurting with a stinging ache, and he felt so uncomfortable in his clothes that he already started undoing his tunic while on his way to the small river near camp. Legolas had been overjoyed when the decision had been made to rest near the little stream. It was only noon and Aragorn had made clear he did not want to waste too much time, but Legolas immediately had announced that he'd rather miss the meal to go to the spring of fresh water and spend the small intermission of their journey there instead of eating with the others. And so he did. After reaching his destination, Legolas knelt down at the shallow river shore and dived his hands into the wonderfully cold and clear water, the steady, low sound of the tiny ripples flowing fast comforting to his ears. For a short moment, he sat still and marvelled at the beauty of this place, then bent a little over to splash some of the crystal liquid he scooped with his cupped hands into his face. Satisfied with this first, simple refreshment, he swiftly stripped off most of his clothes until he was left only in his pants. He paused abruptly when he heard a strange sound from behind, first freezing in his motion of undressing, then swirling around energetically. He was shocked to find himself face to face with Boromir who stood only inches away. While Legolas was wondering why Boromir could move so silently all of a sudden, considering that he had rather trudged and trampled through the woods so far, the human warrior's hands lashed out, grasped the elf by his shoulders and smoothly threw him off balance by hooking a foot behind his legs and pulling them off the ground. With a startled gasp, Legolas tried to hold on to Boromir to evade the fall, but the human didn't supply reliable hold since he lowered himself on both his knees, bringing the unbalanced elf down with him. Legolas crashed to the ground with a thud, his back smashing onto dry soil, tickling grass and not so comfortably pricking little stones. Before he even realised what had happened, Boromir flipped him onto his front side, letting the elf's bare chest go through the same rough experience as his back had seconds ago. Boromir knew very well that he had made it thus far only because he had taken Legolas totally by surprise. There was no way the archer would have allowed him to fling him down so curtly if he had seen it coming. But Legolas obviously hadn't expected his gruff attack. A crucial mistake that decided over dominance and submission. With a smirk, Boromir grabbed the elf's wrists and gathered them behind the slender, naked back. It was time to turn the tables. Legolas grunted in protest when his arms were torn back and he felt something rough, a rope, sliding around his wrists. Finally he escaped his numbness, but it was too late. Boromir had tied him up in a matter of split seconds. Legolas tried to get up, but a strong knee was pressed into the small of his back and forced him down again. "Let me go!" Legolas yelled furiously, squirming under Boromir's mercilessly pushing knee in a fierce attempt to shake it off. He struggled even harder when he felt Boromir's hands on his bare skin and successfully slipped out of the man's grip. With a low growl, Boromir tried to place a more resolute grasp and after some moments of bitter wrestling and grappling, he managed to flip the wildly thrashing Legolas on his back and more or less pin him down. "This is not fair!" Legolas protested, tugging at his restraints violently, but quickly had to find out that his attempts to free himself were in vain. Boromir obviously knew how to make very tight knots in very short time. "Not fair, you say?" Boromir shot back and brought a hand down to Legolas' face to roughly capture his smooth chin. Legolas' neck arched when he tried to get rid of the annoying hand, but he was trapped in an unyielding grip. "Would you call it fair to use me against my will, all the while pressing my face to the ground, into the dirt?" "It wasn't against your w-" "*Would you*?!" Boromir interrupted harshly and tightened the lock of his fingers, causing Legolas to gasp with unease. "No..." he pressed through gritted teeth, holding Boromir's furious stare. "So you agree with me when I say you deserve punishment?" Boromir asked, but it wasn't really a question. "No," Legolas answered anyway, shooting angry sparks at the human who grinned viciously at him. "Ah, Legolas, you are too beautiful when furious," Boromir said amusedly and then let go of the elf's chin to get a dark piece of cloth out of nowhere. He lifted his hand over Legolas' grim face and let the fabric swing in front of his glaring eyes. "Do you know what this is, my pretty prince?" he asked, teasingly calm. "A piece of cloth," Legolas said matter-of-factly, and then added: "And I'm not *your pretty prince*." "Think of it as you wish, I care not. For now you are mine, whether you like it or not," Boromir said, leaned over the half-naked elf and tried to blindfold him. Legolas tilted his head away in silent protest and again tore at the adamant shackles behind his back, the thin rope scratching his delicate skin in an uncomfortable way. To his great surprise, Boromir did not get rough or angry, but snickered faintly. "What are you laughing at?" Legolas demanded, his narrowed eyes fixing the human's face that was sporting a huge grin. "It is droll how you try to make me believe you don't approve of this," Boromir stated, his fingers fumbling with the dark piece of cloth. "It is kind of sweet, really." "Wha...?" Legolas started, baffled, and then furrowed his brows, intensifying his burning glare. "I am not sweet! And I definitely *don't* approve of this!" "No, you don't approve of it, you *enjoy* it... do you not?" "I... *No*!" Legolas spat, outraged. "You don't find this thrilling and exciting?" Boromir asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Of course not!" Legolas replied furiously. "Do you realise," Boromir said, still a smirk on his lips, "that these terribly tight pants of yours do not conceal things very well, like, say... rather magnificent bulges?" Legolas blushed fiercely and stared at Boromir, thunderstruck, his lips slightly parted in what seemed to be another little shock. Boromir took the opportunity and quickly blindfolded the momentarily paralysed elf, another chuckle coming from the back of his throat. This time, Legolas didn't try to fight him or the cloth of, and not only because he was in state of paralysis for a second. After all, his blood was gathering between his legs indeed, making him swell with painful need although Boromir had not touched him in an intimate way at all. He hated to admit it, but this absurd situation had a very arousing effect on him. "Why don't you also gag me on the top of everything?" Legolas asked bitterly, his furious voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure you would like that, but unfortunately I don't have anything appropriate at hand to shut your sweet lips up with," Boromir explained. Legolas tensed when his comrade lifted him a little and slid one of his hands under his back to test the restraints. "Besides," the human added and lowered the elf back on the ground after finding out that the knots had not loosened from Legolas' tearing and fidgeting but still were more than tight, "I promised to make you scream, remember? And how, my pretty prince, should I ever hear you cry out at the top of your lungs if your lovely mouth is sealed with a gag?" "I already told you once that I don't scream. Never. And definitely not at the top of my lungs." "So self-assured..." Boromir muttered, smiling, and slowly straddled the elf's hips. He was careful to not let his full weight down on the delicate body, although he assumed that Legolas could handle much more than that. He felt the elf stir a little under the burden that was gingerly pressing him into the ground, but when Legolas spoke on there was no hint of excitement or unease in his voice. "Does it bother you that you are not the only being upon middle-earth with healthy self-confidence? In your case, over-healthy, but still..." "Self-assured and impudent with it," Boromir said and clicked his tongue. "You never fail to surprise me, Legolas." "So it *does* bother you, does it not?" "No. Actually," Boromir's voice dropped to a more suggestive tone while he worked his body further down until he was kneeling over Legolas' legs, "it rather turns me on." Before Legolas could reply a word, determined hands fastened on the waistband of his trousers and he involuntarily lifted his hips a little to help getting rid of them easily. The fabric was pulled off in one swift movement, making Legolas moan almost inaudibly when his fully aroused length sprang free. He held his breath in aching anticipation of the touches that he expected to follow, but Boromir had other plans. He crouched even deeper down until their bodies lost contact and paused for a moment, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of the blond beauty lying there in front of him, totally at his mercy. "Open your legs, Legolas,” Boromir finally ordered, breaking the silence with words that sent even more heat into Legolas' reddened cheeks and also his groin. With an odd but not really uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, the elf did as he was told, his heart hammering in his chest and his mouth dry from the excitement. *Why are you doing this?* a tiny voice screamed in the back of his head. *Why are you obeying?* The answer, although hard to admit, was simple. The hot thrill the whole situation sent through Legolas' body sparked off a fire inside of him he hadn't known before. And new feelings had become a rare and precious thing to experience for him within those many centuries he lived already. His curiosity was stronger than his usually marked aversion to being commanded around. "A little more," Boromir said calmly, his voice revealing that he was very close to his tied up and blindfolded prey, but he did not establish any kind of body contact. Legolas swallowed hard and hesitated, his inner voices holding a stormy conflict in his head, and then gasped with a start when rough hands hooked with the soft hollows of his knees and spread his legs further apart, exposing him in the most intimate way. "Don't even think of moving," the human warrior threatened, his voice already deep and husky with lust, and let go of the slender, marble legs again. And then... nothing. Legolas lay there and waited, expecting anything, but nothing happened. Confused, he held his breath and tried to hear any sounds that would betray Boromir and reveal what he was up to, but it was totally silent. Apart from the wind rustling the leaves of the trees, the low splashing from the river and a few birds chirping, nothing reached his keen ears. When he pictured Boromir sitting some feet away, just staring at his nudity that was enfolded in front of the warrior without compromise, he felt blood surge to his face, a sudden flush that was caused by both embarrassment and excitement. On the one hand, he didn't feel comfortable at all with the idea of undergoing such a thorough examination of Boromir's eager eyes, but on the other hand there was something disturbingly arousing about it. And this burning, sexual kick that was totally new to him was everything it needed to keep the elf from snapping his legs close again. "I don't find this very amusing," Legolas finally said sharply when he couldn't stand the nagging silence any longer. But there came no reply. "Boromir?" he asked, a little softer. Still nothing. Legolas started tugging on his restraints again, to no avail, and felt himself starting to panic a little. "Boromir, 'tis not funny!" he spat, intending to sound annoyed but his voice betrayed him and revealed his despair. What if Boromir had departed and left him here, right after making him spread his legs in this bawdy way and now was sitting with the others at camp, laughing in his sleeve? What if he didn't come back again and only waited for the members of the fellowship to start searching for their lost comrade? The mere thought of the whole fellowship scouring the woods and tripping over his tied up, blindfolded and totally exposed form let his heartbeats speed up even faster. He tore on the shackles like mad, but they did not yield a bit. With a little elvish curse on his lips, he stopped his endeavours and lay still, panting. Just when it came to his mind that he better closed his legs again to at least escape this impossibly inviting position he still was in, something soft brushed his opening, gently. Legolas gave an abrupt squawk of agitation, his heart skipping a beat and his whole body jerking upwards, away from the unexpected stroke. Strong hands clasped his hips and dragged him back, shoving him along the ground on his bare back, until his bottom bumped into something and the tender caress was repeated. Legolas couldn't keep himself from moaning softly at the sensation, although he hadn't even figured out yet what was going on. Only when a warm, wet and soft something ran along his twitching muscle, teasingly circling the narrow ring, Legolas realised that Boromir had fastened his mouth on him... *There*. Where no one had ever kissed, let alone *licked* him before. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the moist, tickling caresses, now that he knew where they came from, Legolas attempted to wind away and deny the warrior access, but the hands on his hips were strong and resolute and didn't let him get away. Instead of releasing the elf, Boromir pressed his face even closer to him, his short beard scratching the archer's delicate flesh. Legolas gasped a little and knitted his brows under the blindfold when he felt the moist tip of Boromir's tongue push against his opening and then slip in a tiny bit. His legs automatically snapped close at the unknown sensation, clenching Boromir's head between firm, hot thighs, but the warrior didn't even try to pull his head away. Instead, his large hands slid from Legolas' hips to his inner thighs and, since Legolas' muscles started to grow a little weak already, effortlessly spread them open again, wide. The tip of his tongue moved restlessly, testing, darting in and out in small, quick flickers. Soon, Legolas was squirming involuntarily, and even pushed down to the mouth that was working so fervently between his legs. Pleased by the enthusiastic way the elf's body reacted to his ministrations, Boromir readied himself for the assault that, so he hoped, would tear a cry or at least an uncurbed groan from the rather controlled archer. His hands slid under Legolas' buttocks and gripped, hard enough to bruise the delicate pale flesh under his fingers, spreading the porcelain cheeks further apart with determination, slightly expanding the tight hole he was lapping at. Then he slightly lifted the lower part of Legolas' body until the elf's pelvis lost contact to the ground, supplying the human with much better access to the spot of his desire, and before Legolas could protest in any way, Boromir closed his lips over the faintly jerking flesh in a firm, sucking kiss and forced his entire tongue inside. Legolas' whole body arched and tensed when he felt Boromir's lithe, moist tongue slide up inside him, pushing and exploring, caressing and rotating, then glide fully out again just to plunge back in. He bit down on his lower lip and won the battle with a moan that threatened to burst past his lips, but he couldn't keep himself from shuddering against the human's face. Boromir smiled at the very low sound of disappointment that slipped from the elven mouth when he withdrew from the tight opening and slowly started to trace a line of small, gently sucking kisses along the inner side of Legolas' left thigh. He let the tip of his tongue travel along the firm skin, then nibbled tenderly at the pale delicacy when he felt the muscles underneath his lips twitch in response to his caresses. While his mouth cared for the inner sides, Boromir's hands stroked the outer sides of the elf's thighs, softly massaging the warm skin under his strong, restless fingers. He worked his lips, teeth and tongue from Legolas' knee all the way back to his buttock and felt the elf tense with each inch of sensible skin he passed. When he reached his destination, Boromir drew the tip of his tongue along the elf's cleft in a slow, teasing stroke and without penetrating him. He felt Legolas wriggle against his face, pushing down a bit in a silent plea of being entered again, but Boromir showed no mercy. Instead of doing what the elf wanted, he withdrew again and started the slow, teasing journey of his mouth anew, this time at Legolas' right knee. The archer didn't say a word and just lay still, temporarily shuddering a little, but Boromir could feel he was fighting. And sooner or later, he would fail with fighting it all back. Boromir was determined to tear down the elf's walls of control, to make him live up the hot passion and wild fire that only waited to break free. Boromir's techniques were different from the ones Legolas had used to make him submissive the other day, but that didn't mean Boromir's actions were less torturous or showed no effect. He would have Legolas begging on his knees. And he would make him cry it all out, the emotion, the pleasure, the delicious pain. Make him scream like he had never screamed in his whole, long life. After showering Legolas' entire right thigh with gentle, teasing kisses and nips, he paid only very little attention to the elf's most intimate spot - after all time was pushing and Boromir had a task to fulfil - and then quickly crouched further up, settling down between Legolas' parted legs. With a low sigh, he lowered his body that he had undressed hastily while paying attention to the elf's legs, pressed his glowing skin against Legolas who gratefully arched into him, and kissed him deeply. The elf replied with radiant passion and moved his soft lips over Boromir's mouth in a demanding fashion. It was the kiss of a man who had many, many years of experience in this particular area and Boromir had to break away after some seconds because he felt that if he continued to let Legolas consume his mouth like this it would be his undoing. He tilted his head back abruptly, making Legolas moan softly at the sudden loss, and looked down onto the elf's face with admiration. The bruised, beautifully curved lips were still parted and moist from their kiss and Boromir found that it was one of the most intoxicating visions his eyes had ever seen. So enticing, pretty, perfect... and it was *his* to savour, if only for the moment. He had to see more, drink in those lovely features completely. Legolas gasped when the blindfold was torn from his head and quickly blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the new situation as quickly as possible. He then gazed up at Boromir who hovered over him, kneeling between his parted legs, one of his large hands dropped down on the elf's smooth chest. “I wish to see the expression in your eyes when I take you,” the human warrior explained huskily, his deep, warm voice that was so thick with craving sending shudders through Legolas' body. For some reason, he hadn't expected Boromir to say something like this, and now stared at the human wonderingly. "What?" Boromir asked, frowning and slightly panting. "Did I say something wrong?" "No," Legolas replied, smiling, and spread his legs a little wider in an unambiguous invitation. "That wish of yours shall be fulfilled." Title: Scream If You Wanna Go Faster Author: Nyssa E-mail: devildog2001@gmx.net Pairing: Legolas/Boromir Rating: NC-17 Summary: Sequel to “Taming the Beast”. Boromir plots some kinky revenge. Will Legolas lose control after all? Disclaimer: Legolas, Boromir and everybody/everything else from Middle-Earth were created by JRR Tolkien. This story’s title is taken from a song by Geri Halliwell. No copyright infringement intended. Warning: Explicit sexual contents, partly non-con. Mild bondage. Scream If You Wanna Go Faster Part 2 Legolas sighed softly when he felt the slick, warm tip of Boromir's arousal touching his opening, but he didn't let his lids fall. He looked Boromir directly in the face, his big eyes mesmerising, deep oceans of pleasure and craving. The human watched eagerly, observed the effects his every action and movement had on the elf, drank in each little detail that showed on that beautiful face. Slowly, he pushed in only the head of his erection and saw Legolas' moist lips part in a very tiny gasp. Boromir, however, remained totally silent. The overwhelming heat and tightness he had just discovered beyond the firm barrier to the elven body left him speechless and also breathless for a moment. Legolas lay still, quietly waiting for Boromir to proceed. After regaining his composure, the human pressed on, slowly sliding his solid shaft into the glowing, clamping velvet that was Legolas' inside. He had to bite down on his lower lip to suppress a sharp hiss that threatened in the back of his throat. He hadn't expected it to be that tight and hot in there. It took a great deal of self-control to not just slam his entire length into Legolas' waiting body, but he wanted this to last as long as possible. And he wanted to watch while he entered inch by inch, gradually filling this elf with his flesh. With the next small shove, Legolas' eyes went a little wider, and with the next, they sparkled with an expression that Boromir could not interpret precisely. When the human pushed further, almost slipping in completely, the elf's brows knitted slightly and a restrained gasp of unease broke free. "You have done this before, haven't you?" Boromir asked breathlessly, suddenly wondering whether Legolas' bottom had been virginal before he had invaded it. Boromir knew first hand that the archer was very good at taking someone, but that didn't automatically mean he was equally experienced in *being* taken. "Yes, a lot of times, but only with males of my people. I never granted a mortal entrance," Legolas answered truthfully, his features slowly relaxing again. "It's only... You are big." "I see," Boromir replied because he couldn't think of anything better to respond to this statement. At first he had wanted to ask Legolas whether it was alright if he proceeded, but then it struck him that the elf hadn't asked him for permission either when he had taken Boromir the other day in the woods. And *his* butt *had* been virginal, after all. With this thought in mind, the human went on with penetrating his comrade, but not without paying close attention to his facial expression. If he saw that he caused the elf massive pain, he would stop immediately, but there was no need to inform Legolas about this... Some seconds later, Boromir was fully embedded in Legolas' heated body, and the archer did not complain. The human warrior paused when he felt the elf's velvety inner walls contract around and clamp down on his solid erection as they slowly adjusted in order to accommodate the unexpectedly big intruder. When Legolas' body calmed down again, the firm and stimulating grip of the soft tissue easing off noticeably, Boromir slowly moved his hips to pull back. The placid friction caused a small groan to slip from the human's mouth and he couldn't help grasp Legolas' slim hip with one large hand to steady the elf when he slid back in again, gently intensifying the intoxicating sensation and making the archer's inner contractions start anew. Finally, Legolas' eyes closed as he hunched against his human lover again, his whole body vibrating against Boromir's glowing skin. Boromir forced himself to take it slow. There was no other way, he just knew that if he sped up his thrusts it would be a matter of only seconds until he would burst, and that was the last thing he wanted right now. Hoping that he would last a lot longer like this, Boromir moved with moderate pace, his pushes slow but deep. He was thrilled to see that for Legolas, the calm slowness obviously only intensified the experience. Little wrinkles showed on his usually smooth forehead as he tried to cope with the extreme feelings Boromir caused him by diving into his most sensitive parts, so very slowly yet with burning fervour, right into the core of his pleasure. Due to the human's imposing build, that the archer found most appealing by the way, the greatly swollen erection stretched him wider and penetrated deeper than any of Legolas' elven lovers who all had been of more slender and delicate stature. It didn't hurt though. It wasn't even uncomfortable. It felt just hot, hard, exceedingly full... *He* felt exceedingly full. In a good way. It felt marvellous when Boromir slid into him, with such tender control, his arousal claiming all the way to sensitive pits of Legolas' body that had been neglected every time he had been taken so far. When Boromir was buried so deep inside of him, caressing him so intimately, his touch reaching into his soul, Legolas felt like bursting with delight. And every time Boromir withdrew again, he felt disturbingly empty and could have whimpered at the great loss if only he had allowed himself to voice his emotions. But he kept them inside resolutely and savoured Boromir's gentle thrusts in rigid silence. “Don’t fight it back, Legolas,” Boromir said when he saw that the elf unmistakably tried to suppress a groan of pleasure. Glittering eyes opened up and looked deep into Boromir’s that were clouded with lust. “I want to hear you,” the human added and placed a fiery kiss on Legolas’ mouth as if he wanted to simply suck the noise out of him. The elf parted his lips hastily to welcome Boromir's probing tongue and started to stroke it with his own in return, occasionally sliding all the way past it to dart into the warm cave of his lover's mouth. Every now and then, a deep groan slipped from Boromir's throat and vibrated over Legolas' heated lips. "Abandon yourself, Legolas," Boromir suddenly whispered into the avid kiss. "Abandon yourself to sensation and let me hear you." He then detached his lips from the elf's tantalising mouth and stared at Legolas' face expectantly, but not without continuing with his moderately paced and deeply located motions. There was fervour and lust and fire in the pretty elven eyes, and the mere sight of those gleaming sparkles that told more than a thousand words made a warm feeling of happiness and pride stir up in Boromir's belly. He lifted a hand to Legolas' head in order to cup his cheek with such gentleness that it surprised the elf. "Come on," he said in a low voice and ran his thumb along Legolas' moist lower lip. "Just give in to the passion." Still holding Boromir's soft gaze, Legolas parted his glowing lips and sucked the caressing finger into his mouth. Boromir groaned faintly when the elven tongue swirled around his digit and careful teeth nibbled at his skin tenderly. He savoured the sensation for a few seconds, and then drew his hand away abruptly, making his finger pop from Legolas' mouth with a low sound. Why couldn't he force a single moan from this cursed elf while Legolas only had to suck his finger to make his head spin and his throat spill noisy proofs of his enjoyment? A bit frustrated, he guided his hand back down to Legolas' hip, placed a firm grasp and started to push into him with a little more impatience and power. “Abandon yourself!” Boromir repeated, not so gentle anymore. His words got harder, and so did his thrusts. Rocked back from the now higher impact of the strokes, Legolas shut his eyes tight again and held his breath. He felt Boromir's face touching his, the rough cheek sliding over his smooth one, and then the human's lips so close to his pointed ear that the hot breath of his lover hit the elegant auricle. "You will go wild under my touch, you hear me?" Boromir whispered and darted his tongue out to quickly tease the pretty ear. "You will go wild and every being within hearing will witness your lack of restraint." Legolas gritted his teeth in silent protest. He would have liked to give a self-confidently spoken reply, but he was too afraid that his mouth would betray him and form naughty noises instead of the words he had in mind. The tongue that was teasing his ear with circling and diving motions almost made him lose his mind. Boromir had finally found his sensitive spot and stimulated it mercilessly, making Legolas tremble from the strains of suppressing the voiced evidences of his delight. But when the warrior closed a hand around the elf’s arousal and started to cause him massive friction from the outside like he did from the inside, all the while nibbling and licking his delicate ear, Legolas couldn’t hold it back anymore. His breathing quickened up and he at last gasped lustfully. “Louder, Legolas,” Boromir ordered harshly but with a low voice since he was so close to the other one's ear. The slender body under him was shivering and twitching violently, but Legolas soon managed to control at least the gasps again. The elf felt the urgent need to clutch himself to Boromir's body and hold to him tight, then it would be a lot easier to control himself, but the rope didn't yield and kept his wrists tied together on his back. Desperately, he grasped what was within his very limited reach, the leaves that covered the ground, and crushed them in his fists as he searched for some kind of support to ease his painfully intense feelings. The pressure that built up in his body was driving him crazy and he felt that he wouldn’t be able to hide this for much longer. Suddenly Boromir let go of his now moist ear and shifted his weight what changed the angle of his pushes abruptly. Not even a second later he hit the most sensitive spot on the inside of Legolas, causing him to groan in pleasure. Boromir continued to stimulate him like this, making Legolas pant heavily, and then shifted his body back to the position he had started off from. Legolas' eyes shot open, a pleading expression in them when he locked gazes with Boromir. “Speak it out loud,” the human said. Legolas opened his mouth, but out came only short, rasping breathing. “Tell me what you want and you shall receive,” Boromir promised. “I want more,” Legolas whispered breathlessly and nervously wetted his lips. "Be specific." "Have your way with me. As hard as you can." "Beg for it." Legolas gritted his teeth in growing fury, but the burning need in his body made him open his mouth and say: "Take me harder, Boromir... please..." "I can't hear you..." Boromir teased, moving as slowly and carefully in his lover's body as he could. "Take me already, you *cursed* - !" Legolas began furiously, then was cut of by his own, heavy moan that erupted from his throat when Boromir rewarded him for his uncurbed outburst by plunging in with a quick, resolute motion. "Yes, like this!" the elf poured out, his voice no whisper any longer but a clear, loud demand, thick with lust and need. "Like this?" Boromir asked with a small, vicious smile and repeated the rapid, intense thrust. "*Yes*! Yes... don't stop again! Be rough!" Boromir couldn't help grinning a little, but Legolas didn't see it anyway since he had shut his eyes again and concentrated on the sensations inside of his glowing body. "Boromir, I beg you, don't hold back," Legolas panted desperately. "I can't stand this any longer!" The human warrior finally obliged and drew back from Legolas’ tightness in an abrupt manner, just to thrust back in a second later, harder this time, causing both of them to groan out loud in unison at the burning friction. Instead of stopping and teasing Legolas again, he then continued to push steady, intense strokes into his comrade's delicate body. Legolas arched up against Boromir with a guttural, strong noise, and before gravity made him fall back down again, Boromir slid an arm around the slender form and held him close to his broad chest, one large hand supporting the small of the elf's back. Legolas moaned into Boromir's ear while he was squeezed to his lover's massive body, and the beautiful, rare sound almost made Boromir go out of his mind. He tightened his possessive embrace, crushing the slim body to his heated chest, feeling Legolas' erection twitch and press into his stomach, and started feasting on the archer's neck with relish. "Go faster already! And deeper..." Legolas groaned impatiently while his delicate skin was being sucked between Boromir's nibbling teeth. He desperately tried to increase the pace himself by shoving his pelvis into the human's groin with powerful, ecstatic motions, but it didn't have the effect he longed for. "As you wish..." Boromir muttered against the spot on Legolas' neck he had bruised with passion, lowered him back down on the ground carefully but quickly and then hooked the hollows of the elf's knees with the by now sweaty crooks of his elbows. "You asked for it, don't complain later." With that, he pulled the elf's legs higher abruptly, forcing the archer into a different position. His next thrust indeed drove even deeper into his lover, and Legolas gave a blurt of amazement and pure pleasure. Boromir delved in the flawless body, got lost in its stimulating contrasts of giving softness and squeezing tightness, and totally caught up in these overwhelming sensations he worked himself into a ferocious, unbridled rhythm within seconds, pulling Legolas with him. Soon the elf started to make all sorts of low sounds while he eagerly met Boromir's pounding hips, but Boromir was so intoxicated by their wild coupling that he needed some time until he realised Legolas was not only gasping and moaning but actually speaking to him. "Free me," Legolas panted, writhing under Boromir's heavy body and tugging on his restraints excitedly while the human slowly let his slightly hurting legs down again. "Please, Boromir... make me loose!" Knowing that he wouldn't be able to open the tight knots under the given circumstances, Boromir hastily scanned the surrounding area and discovered a small pile of Legolas' clothes pretty much next to them, the long elven daggers lying with it, partly covered by the fine fabrics. With a low grunt, Boromir stretched as far as he could and was more than relieved when his fingertips reached one of the weapons and he didn't have to withdraw from Legolas in order to get it. When he had a proper grip on the weapon, he slid his other arm under the slender elf and lifted him from the ground until Legolas' face was buried in the soft curve of his body where his neck met his shoulder, his hot, ragged breath vibrating against the human's lightly tanned skin. "Careful now, don't move," Boromir breathed huskily and guided the sharp blade to Legolas' wrists to cut the rope, attentive to not scratch the elf's skin with it. As soon as Legolas' wrists came free, he slid his arms around the human's body, clinging to his lover in violent ecstasy. While Boromir quickly threw the dagger aside and lowered Legolas back to the forest ground, he felt one of the elf's hands claw at his firm butt, the strong fingertips digging into his taut flesh in order to encourage him to intensify the thrusts again. Legolas' other hand held on to the moist nape of Boromir's neck, pulling the human's face against his own. A whimpering moan from Legolas' throat was lost to Boromir's mouth when the warrior sunk his tongue into the warm, wet cave he couldn't get enough of, exploring the delicious heat with avidity. Their lips crashed, savoured and devoured, insatiably. Boromir knew that Legolas was close to going frantic with intense feelings of pleasure, he could feel the heavy jolts sparking through the elven body, he tasted the flavour of thick lust in his mouth, and he felt the elf's embrace tighten constantly, drawing him down on him with ecstatic strength. But he also felt his own climax approach with terrifying force. Almost desperately, he whispered against the demanding mouth of his lover, never separating their hungry lips. "Scream for me, my pretty one," he breathed, urging. "Make me," Legolas replied, gasping. And he really meant it. By now, he was willing to surrender to sensation and abandon himself to the passion, but he wouldn't show his inner turmoil and deepest emotions just like that, only because his lover asked him to. Boromir would have to make him. Title: Scream If You Wanna Go Faster Author: Nyssa E-mail: devildog2001@gmx.net Pairing: Legolas/Boromir Rating: NC-17 Summary: Sequel to “Taming the Beast”. Boromir plots some kinky revenge. Will Legolas lose control after all? Disclaimer: Legolas, Boromir and everybody/everything else from Middle-Earth were created by JRR Tolkien. This story’s title is taken from a song by Geri Halliwell. No copyright infringement intended. Warning: Explicit sexual contents, partly non-con. Mild bondage. Scream If You Wanna Go Faster Part 3 "Look at me," Boromir demanded. "Show me what you feel." Legolas obeyed, opened his lids again and locked gazes with his human lover. Rocking hard into the archer's body, Boromir studied the expressions in the gorgeous, bright eyes and once more was bewitched by the utter purity of the emotions he discovered there. It was odd but beautiful to see Legolas' usually starry eyes getting misty with clouds of sheer lust, to see a thick layer of genuine and deep passion overshadowing the brilliant colour of his irises. Long, silky lashes trembled as Legolas struggled to keep his eyes open and soon it seemed an impossible task, getting the more difficult the closer the elf got to his climax. Totally enthralled by this priceless sight, Boromir guided one hand down over Legolas' smooth stomach and again caught the elf's strained erection in his fist. Legolas hissed abruptly when his standing length was taken captive by the large and rough but stunningly talented - or trained - hand of the human warrior. He couldn't help slamming his eyes shut and started to moan constantly while Boromir's hand tortured him with intense and long strokes. They spiralled up together, motions getting faster, thrusts getting deeper, friction getting hotter and groans getting louder, until Legolas' believed it couldn't get any better. Only a second later, Boromir taught him otherwise. The fierce rhythm he had set still unwavering, the human warrior somehow managed the impossible and intensified his intimate ministrations to a last degree. The effect exceeded both Boromir's and Legolas' wildest expectations, catapulting them onto the highest level of ecstasy. When Boromir's hand stopped the steady strokes and instead squeezed the swollen, velvety flesh with appropriate pressure, additionally rubbing his thumb over the moist tip of the elf's erection to spread the good deal of pre-cum in quick, generous circles, the archer twitched with raw convulsions and his shaking moans peaked into pure and heavy sobs. Boromir felt sticky, hot wetness gush over his burning skin while the elf's loudly whimpered, almost heartbreaking noise morphed into a beautiful and wanton groan of pleasure and release. The archer shuddered violently as his liquids scattered over his human lover's belly and chest with powerful, quick eruptions. His slender hands roamed over Boromir's damp back, gripping uncontrollably at the smooth skin in desperate search for hold to somehow anchor himself in the savage storm of overwhelming orgasmic feelings. The human watched Legolas' face, how it twisted in pure pleasure, how his brows knitted in concentration and his moist, flushed lips gaped open to release a series of sweet, soft and erratic gasps. The sight of the elf reaching the crest of his feelings almost made Boromir climax as well, but only almost. He wasn't done with Legolas yet. He forced himself to not burst this very second but last a little longer which was a rather difficult task with the tight, slick heat of Legolas' inner walls contracting around him again and again. He felt sweat running down his back in little rivulets from the strains of both their excessive coupling and holding back his own release, and his breathing had become so laborious by now that his throat was hurting from it. *Now or never*, Boromir's mind screamed at him, begging him to bring this to an end soon and grant his body release. Boromir knew he would lose control over himself sometime within the next seconds. If he couldn't make Legolas crack this very moment, his chance would be gone. He would explode and collapse without reaching his original goal of making Legolas give up his restraint, and the elf would triumph over him again. He couldn't let that happen. Legolas wouldn't get satisfaction from prevailing again, only from bursting with emotion. While the archer was still riding out the last waves of his fervent climax, his form softly quaking with now calmer convulsions and his limbs slowly growing slack, Boromir tightened his grasp on the exhausted body of his comrade and picked up pace again, moist hips slamming frantically and hot hardness driving deep. Legolas' hands wrapped around Boromir's forearms as if he attempted to push him off, but the salacious, loud groan that exploded from the elven lips revealed that this was the last thing he actually wanted to do. Legolas' climax had been powerful and overwhelming, but what followed now was even more intense. He had never before felt so over-stimulated. For a moment, his lungs refused to pump in or out any air and his entire body arched in violent protest. This was just too much to handle. He couldn't take any more, he felt like fainting from the immensely pleasurable sensations that threw him into another merciless round of unlimited ecstasy, his whole body starting to shake, tense and contract anew. He felt the lustfully torturing feelings build up inside of him again, sending forceful shivers down his spine, hot thrills all over his skin, burning shocks through the lower part of his body. To his own surprise, he was fully aroused and hard as a rock again in a matter of seconds and his erection felt even more swollen than the one before. It was as though he hadn’t found blissful release mere moments ago. He tightened his grip in despair and didn't care that Boromir gave a sound of discomfort when his fingers dug deeply into the human's skin. It was all he could do to somewhat compensate the more than arousing pain that had spread from his nether regions and now occupied his whole body. Boromir elevated the elf higher and higher, pushing, thrusting, conquering over and over again with seemingly undying energy. His sore knees were hurting madly, he was dripping with sweat, both his head and his extremely hard erection felt like bursting every second and he was near hyperventilation, but he didn't allow his climax to claim him. His release was so close, he could already feel the first orgasmic twitches starting in his groin. He desperately tried to fight it back, didn't allow satisfaction to settle over him, felt blood surging to his tense face from the strain... With a guttural, lustful sound slipping from his lips, Boromir let the upper part of his body sink down a bit until he could support his weight with his elbows and forearms, taking some of the burden from his aching knees. His mouth found Legolas' sensitive ear while his hands closed around Legolas' shoulders, virtually engulfing the delicate joints. His tongue's teasing exploration of the pointed auricle made the elf groan helplessly, louder than before, which caused Boromir to practically ram his next shove deep into Legolas with such power that the unbelievably intense and burning friction momentarily blinded him. With Boromir's hands hooked over Legolas' shoulders and keeping him from slipping away from the force of the untamed, hard thrust, the human's solid length crashed into his lover's prostrate with full impact, catapulting the elf over the edge for the second time this day. Another flood of thick liquid welled between their touching stomachs and mingled with salty sweat that had formed at the junction of their moving bodies. And in the throes of blazing passion and intoxicating bliss, Legolas screamed. Not groaned, panted or hissed. Screamed. At the top of his lungs. And he did not just cry out meaningless, incoherent noises of relief and pleasure. He screamed Boromir's name, loud and clear, for everyone within hearing to perceive. That was all it needed to make Boromir finally surrender to the thunderous climax he had so bitterly suppressed before. While he sank down on his lover with his full weight, his hips pressing his erupting length into Legolas with a final, deep push, his arms slid close around the slender, quaking form that lay crushed under him and held onto it tightly, nestling the heavy breathing elf to his tensing body. Legolas responded by clutching to him in every possible way. He wrapped his legs around Boromir's waist, clawed strong, slender fingers into the slick skin of the human's broad back, buried his other hand in his lover's unkempt hair, and fastened his soft mouth to his neck in a fervid combination of a sucking kiss and a soft bite. Boromir felt himself melting into Legolas while his essences streamed in unrestrained, powerful gushes, and couldn't tell where he ended and the elf started. Something was happening, something Boromir had never before experienced, with no one he ever had made love to. Their heartbeats raced in the same rhythm, their heavy breathing came and went with the same quick gasps, their boiling blood rushed through their veins with the same pulse... It was as if their bodies had made a silent arrangement while pleasuring one another. With their simultaneous climaxes, they had merged and become one, if only for the moment. With a deep grunt of relief and exhaustion, Boromir relaxed and lowered his head, hooking his rough, stubbly chin over the elf's shoulder. Legolas made no attempt to shift away from under him or push him off, and so Boromir remained atop the archer and relished the warm, comfortable feeling of satisfaction and sleepiness that slowly spread all over him. They rested like that for a while, their bodies still joined and intimately intertwined with one another, and without saying anything. Finally it was Legolas who broke the peaceful silence between them. "Will you join me in the water?" he asked, causing Boromir to lift his head and look him in the eyes. "I created a terrible mess on you, after all," the elf pointed out matter-of- factly. "Aye, you did," Boromir replied and presented the elf who still clung to him in a passionate but gentle embrace with a warm smile. "Does that mean you're coming with me?" Legolas wanted to know, his intense, deep gaze never leaving the human's eyes. "Have a bath together with you? How could I resist such an offer?" A smile spread on Legolas' face, so open and bright, that Boromir couldn't help bowing his head to kiss him devotedly. Legolas responded with touching tenderness and softly rumpled Boromir's hair with both hands while they kissed, then broke from the human's sore lips with another beaming smile. "Let's hurry, then. The others are waiting," he said quietly. Boromir only nodded and then rose to his feet, pulling the elf with him into an upright position. Once they were standing, Legolas placed another gentle kiss on Boromir's mouth and then went straight into the water without saying one more word. Boromir followed, enthusiastically at first, but when his feet entered the water he grimaced and stood still abruptly. "Too cold?" Legolas asked and chuckled gleefully. "That is an understatement," Boromir replied. The water was more than cold, and it seemed especially icy against his heated skin that was still flaming from their passionate interlude. He was astonished that Legolas had slipped into the water without the slightest hint of hesitance. "Come here," Legolas said, his smile never fading, "I will warm you once you are inside." Despite the biting coldness, Boromir couldn't resist this invitation and forced himself into the river and he indeed started to feel comfortable when Legolas came closer, nestled himself into the warrior's arms and embraced him tightly in return. Boromir was a little confused when he realised that the warmth he felt wasn't of that kind that came from the outside, transferred from another one's body heat, but that it came from his inside. It was like a fever that radiated through his every fibre, from top to toe, and it was centred in his searing heart that in this very moment seemed to pound only for the elf that was nuzzled up against him. Boromir was ablaze, and Legolas was the reason. He wanted this moment to never end. He could have held Legolas like this forever, but the blond elf soon detached from his embrace and started to clean Boromir's chest from persistent remains of his climax. Boromir closed his eyes with a low hum of content and concentrated on the archer's tender fingers wandering on his skin. Even an everyday act as simple as washing became a more than pleasant experience when carried out by Legolas' hands. "Somehow I knew you are one of the kind who like to be babied and pampered," Legolas said and chuckled faintly. "Don't you think I deserve some pampering?" Boromir replied and opened his eyes again to look at the elf who still was washing, or rather caressing his chest. "After all it was I who did all the work a moment ago." "Very well," Legolas said with another quiet laugh, "Turn around, show- off." "I'm not at all showing off, I only tell the truth," Boromir pointed out while he followed Legolas' instructions. "You are *boasting*." "But you have to admit that I both held my promise and proved you wrong," Boromir said with a grin while Legolas was gently scrubbing his broad back. "Didn't I?" "Maybe..." the elf replied and tried his best to sound indifferent towards the matter. "*Maybe*?" Boromir repeated in disbelief and turned around again. This time it was his turn to chuckle softly. Slowly, he guided both wet hands to Legolas' head to frame his face, tenderly cupping the prettily flushed cheeks. "You, my dear, were terribly noisy." "Possibly," Legolas said in a low voice, a gentle smile curving up his bruised lips. "That screaming of yours was rather impressive," Boromir added, not even trying to keep a big touch of self-praise from his voice. "But I think it still can be extended. Would you let me help you improve?" "Definitely," the elf replied eagerly and slipped the tip of his tongue over his lips to wet them in an inviting, enticing way. His hands snapped up to rest on Boromir's moist shoulders when the human's hands dropped down from his face and strong arms encircled his slender waist to draw him into a tight, loving embrace. "I will do my best," Boromir stated and tilted his head forward to catch Legolas' mouth in a long, devoted kiss that was to seal the new promise. ~ to be continued in "Invasion of Privacy" ~