Title: Taming the Beast Author: Nyssa E-mail: devildog2001@gmx.net Pairing: Legolas/Boromir Rating: NC-17 Summary: During a quick interlude in the woods, a dominant Legolas teaches a baffled Boromir that elves are not as mild and feminine as he thinks. Disclaimer: I don't own "Lord of the Rings" or any of these amazing characters. I don't get money out of this. It's only for entertainment purposes. Warning: Partly non-con Authors Note: I've written this because I thought it was time to give Legolas the chance to be the topper for a change. I don't like to see him weak and submissive. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Oh, and feel free to send feedback, please!! Taming the Beast Part 1 "Boromir?" "Yes, Merry?" "Pippin and I... We were wondering whether you are alright." Boromir shifted his gaze to the hobbit that was walking, or rather almost running, next to him and frowned slightly. "Why, I'm fine," he said and had to smile about the concern the little ones held for him. "Well, excuse me, but you don't look very fine," Merry explained while Boromir slowed down so the hobbit could keep pace without getting out of breath. "You look so tired. Worn out, somehow. Are you sure you are fine?" "Yes, thank you, Merry," Boromir said, but his smile faded away again. Was it really that obvious? If even the hobbits were able to see that something was amiss with him... He would have to pull himself together with more effort, so much was clear. He showed a smile again, but this time a fake one, and assured the worried hobbit once more that everything was just fine. More or less satisfied with this answer, Merry ran ahead to join the other hobbits who were marching right behind Aragorn in the front today, while Boromir brought up the rear. He preferred to walk behind everyone else ever since he had started to have these odd thoughts revolving around Legolas. Legolas, Legolas... this cursed name was haunting him for weeks now. When they walked, he found himself staring at Legolas' back all the time, almost as if he was hypnotised by his appealing sight. When they rested, he had serious problems finding sleep because the mere thought of the elf lying somewhere near to him was exciting enough to hinder him from getting any rest. And when he finally fell asleep after hours of fantasising about Legolas without even wanting to, he dreamt of him. In a strange way he found those dreams to be both disturbing and arousing. He was somewhat embarrassed about his colourful imagination concerning the elf, but he couldn't help it. Legolas... It had started rather harmless. First, Boromir had only appreciated the grace of his movements, the melodious sound of his voice. Things like that. Nothing to be ashamed of. After all he admired skills and traits of other men, too. Like his brother, his father, even Aragorn... But suddenly, his admiration had taken a different path and started to involve things Boromir had never thought of before in connection with a man. A woman, yes. But a man, no. He was mesmerised by Legolas' hair, for example. It was hair he wanted to run his hands through to see for himself whether it was really as soft and silky as it seemed. The same went for the elf's skin. Unfortunately he hadn't had the chance yet to see Legolas undressed, but he assumed that his skin was at least as pale and exquisite as on his face, his hands. Often he daydreamed about peeling the clothes from this slender body and drinking in the delightful sight that would be revealed. Soon, his mind wasn't satisfied with this fantasy anymore and he found himself trying to imagine what it would be like to kiss Legolas, what he would taste like. What it would be like to touch him, to explore his body thoroughly, to make love to him... In his dreams, Legolas was perfect. There was no other word to describe it. He was beautiful, stimulating, his hands and his mouth were more than skilled, and above all, he was willing to do whatever Boromir wished, and seemed to be completely content with every action the man accomplished. In his dreams, Legolas writhed and moaned under him, constantly begging him for more, no matter how hard Boromir took him. He knew that his imagination was running off with him, but he didn't know what to do in order to stop it. Instead, it was getting worse with every passing day, and Boromir had the feeling he would soon burst with unfulfilled desire. He tried to avoid to be close to Legolas and only watched him from some distance. If he stood, walked or lay near the elf, he felt an overwhelming, tormenting urge conquering his body that was hard to resist. He just wanted to tear the clothes from Legolas' body, turn him around, bend him over as far as possible and... "Boromir?" a voice pulled him out of his deep thoughts. "Hm?" Boromir only responded, his mouth dry from the rude images of a squirming, lustful groaning Legolas being rocked from his uncurbed thrusts rushing through his mind. "We're setting up a camp. Would you go and collect some wood?" Aragorn asked, already expecting the warrior from Gondor to protest. But to his surprise Boromir only nodded, unstrapped his shield to leave it at the camp and silently made his way deeper into the forest. He was glad he could be all on his own for a short while and sort out his thoughts. In the beginning it had been comfortably thrilling to be near Legolas, by now it had become pure torture. Collecting wood was fine with him. He wasn't really in a haste to get back to the camp and so took his time to gather branches and twigs, not caring how long the others would have to wait for their campfire and with that, their food. He was quite comfortable just strolling through these woods by himself and even sat down on a tree stump for a while when he reached a small clearing. With a small sigh he arranged the wood he had collected so far on his lap, careful not to let one of the branches slip away. How he wished he could cradle Legolas onto his lap instead of some stupid branches! Hold him, kiss him, claim him... There, he thought angrily, there you have it! He couldn't even collect some wood without thinking inappropriate thoughts about one of his companions. It couldn't go on like this. Something had to happen, this condition was unbearable. And it definitely wouldn't help the company if he did nothing but drool over thoughts of Legolas. If he only knew what he could do... Suddenly, a hand touched him by his shoulder and he rose with a start, causing the wood to fall to the ground in front of him. He turned around, his hand already pulling at the hilt of his sword, but when he saw who it was he froze in his movement. "Do you have to sneak up to me like that?" Boromir hissed, pushing his sword back to the scabbard. "I didn't *sneak*," Legolas said. "You just didn't hear me because you were obviously so deep in thought." "Did Aragorn send you to make me get a move on?" he asked dryly and wanted to kneel down to gather the wood back into his arms, but Legolas' hand shot to his collar and pulled him up again forcefully. Startled, Boromir stared at the elf and didn't get a word out. "Aye," Legolas said calmly but with an odd undertone. "But who cares what Aragorn wants?" "The wood... I have to bring the wood," Boromir stammered when he found his voice again. Legolas slowly shook his head, his hand still clasped to the other one's clothes. "Leave it," he whispered, his gaze ranging over Boromir's face with a strange expression. Before the man could reply anything, the elf moved. Boromir gasped in surprise when Legolas suddenly made an abrupt step forwards, pressing the full length of his body against the man. Boromir wanted to back away out of reflex although he felt a first warm wave of excitement washing through his body, but Legolas' arms snapped to close in around him and forced him to stay in position with unexpected strength and determination. Baffled as he was, Boromir held still, his lips slightly parted in shock, but when Legolas suddenly attempted to kiss him he fought himself free energetically and made a quick step backwards. "What are you doing?!" he yelled annoyed, brows furrowed in pure confusion. "Why are you so furious?" Legolas asked. "Is this not what you had wished for?" "I know not what you mean!" Boromir spat, but of course he knew that Legolas' words were more than true. He knew that the only purpose of his fury was to overpower and hide his excitement about the situation, like some kind of self- protection. But never would he admit it. "You know not what I mean?" Legolas echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Your memory must be failing you a great deal, indeed." "Stop making fun of me!" Boromir demanded, now getting furious for real. "Stop lying to me!" Legolas shot back and leapt forward, getting hold of Boromir's body before he could flee again, and brought their faces so close together that their foreheads almost collided. "Do you seriously think I didn't notice the way you were staring at me all the time? How you watched me with nothing but pure desire sparkling in your eyes?" Legolas whispered, making Boromir shift his gaze to the ground in slight embarrassment. "You probably thought I wouldn't notice, didn't you?" the elf wanted to know and leaned forward until his lips were so close to Boromir's ear that they almost touched his skin. "You underestimated me," Legolas added, his hot breath tickling the man's ear, and then drew Boromir's lobe in between his teeth. "Legolas, stop it!" Boromir shrieked, tilting his head away from the elf in order to free his ear. "I know you want it," Legolas said, leaning in to the other man's body with almost his full weight. Boromir looked at Legolas' face more closely, searching for a hint that would tell him this was only some sort of gruesome joke, but he didn't find any. He couldn't believe this was really happening. It just couldn't be. Dreams never did come true. At least not for him... "If this is some stupid jest of yours, I swear I will..." "'Tis no jest, Boromir," Legolas said smiling. Boromir swallowed hard but didn't protest when he saw the elf's face getting closer slowly. "Really?" he breathed just before Legolas reached his aim. "Are you seriously saying that you, well... desire... me?" "Exactly," Legolas said and quickly captured Boromir's mouth in a long, deep kiss. For a short moment, Boromir got lost in the unbelievable arousing sensation the unexpected kiss produced inside of him. The elf tasted sweet against his lips, the scent of his skin was heavenly and very stimulating. So different from anything he ever had tasted and smelled in his life so far. It was even better than in his dreams. He ran his hands over the graceful body and enclosed him in an embrace that was as firm and possessive as the hug he was captured in himself. Legolas was pleased with Boromir's reaction, he liked to feel his arms around his body and his enthusiastic mouth upon his lips. He lifted one hand to Boromir's head and let his long fingers plunge into the unkempt hair that felt so different from his own. He liked it. While the kiss grew more passionate, Legolas started to move, making Boromir back away without letting go of him or disconnecting from his lips. They crossed the clearing, their bodies entwined in a tight embrace, until Boromir bumped into a tree with his back. He broke from the kiss and gasped for air. "Take your clothes off," Legolas said softly, the fingers of his right hand still intertwined with the other man's hair. Boromir didn't respond, he just stared at Legolas with mixed feelings. He once more swallowed hard, not taking his eyes from Legolas' face. It was true that he had dreamed for this to happen a lot of times, but this was not a dream, this was very real. The realisation caused a chaos of feelings in the human warrior's heart and stomach. He was confused, curious, thrilled, startled and maybe even a little panicky at the same time. And he wasn't really used to experiencing emotions that ran so deep that they made his mouth turn dry and his heart start to race, not to speak of so many different ones at once. "Take them off, I desire to look at you," Legolas commanded, distracting Boromir from his thoughts, his voice suddenly a bit sharper. "This is not really the best timing, Legolas. The others will..." "I said take your clothes off!" Legolas interrupted brusquely, causing Boromir to stare at him open mouthed. "Do not play games with me!" "I don't, I..." Boromir began, but the words got stuck in his throat once more when Legolas ran his hands from Boromir's head and shoulders deeper down the human's body and vigorously opened the clasps of the dark leathery coat by himself. While Boromir stood paralysed, Legolas impatiently stripped him down to the waist. When he slid his hands over Boromir's bare chest he felt the heart there pounding madly. A little smile formed on Legolas face and he pressed his lips to Boromir's collarbone while he started to undo the man's belt. But before he succeeded with getting Boromir naked entirely, his arms were clutched and Boromir sank down to the ground, drawing the elf with him. Legolas' smile widened when Boromir rolled him on his back and shoved himself over him, his hands closed firmly around the elf's delicate wrists. The baffled expression on his face had ceased, and now there was craving and greed showing on it. It was an expression that made clear that there was no turning back anymore. Boromir had risen to the bait and was obviously not willing to let go of it again before having received what he was longing for. "I'm glad you finally decided to partake in this," Legolas teased, trying to shift underneath Boromir's heavy body, "but this is not really a comfortable position." "I like to be on top," Boromir explained with a naughty smile and then bent down to claim Legolas' lips. "Me too," Legolas replied with a grin before Boromir could plunge into the attempted kiss, tightened his embrace and abruptly rolled around with him, reversing their positions so that Boromir suddenly found himself lying underneath the light elf. Boromir wanted to protest, but Legolas straddled him quickly, pinned him down to the ground brusquely and slowly shook his head, still a mischievous smile on his face. "*I* am the one in control here," he said, "and *I* will be the one on top." "Your wish is my command, mild elf," Boromir responded with a tone in his voice that indicated he wasn't taking Legolas serious. "Who says elves are always mild?" Legolas asked, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Teach me otherwise if I am mistaken," Boromir teased challenging, an amused but meaningful sparkle in his eyes. Legolas raised an eyebrow, Boromir's naughty gaze mirroring in his own eyes. "I will teach you that there is *much* more to elves than just their mildness, Boromir," he promised, leaned down and pressed his lips on Boromir's mouth hardly, exploring his mouth with greedy passion. "And this is a lesson not many humans experience," he added breathlessly, moving over Boromir's lap with delicious pressure, rubbing his own body against the man's arousal. A moan broke from Boromir's lips, low but full of lust. "Do not speak any further, Legolas," Boromir demanded and plunged his fingers in the long, golden hair of his opposite. "I want to feel you. Now." "Aye, my tough warrior, you will receive what you are asking for," Legolas replied and let Boromir pull him down towards his expectant lips. The man from Gondor hadn't missed the slight ironic undertone in the elf's voice when he had called him *tough warrior* and decided that he deserved some punishment for that later on. Also, he intended to show Legolas who actually was wearing the trousers here. But for now, he was busy relishing the sensation of those unbelievably soft lips that were crushing down on his own with a passion Boromir had never found in a human's arms. The wood for the campfire and the waiting company were totally forgotten. Title: Taming the Beast Author: Nyssa E-mail: devildog2001@gmx.net Pairing: Legolas/Boromir Rating: NC-17 Summary: During a quick interlude in the woods, a dominant Legolas teaches a baffled Boromir that elves are not as mild and feminine as he thinks. Disclaimer: I don't own "Lord of the Rings" or any of these amazing characters. I don't get money out of this. It's only for entertainment purposes. Warning: Partly non-con Taming the Beast Part 2 The kiss was passionate but hard. It was different from all the kisses Boromir had shared with women so far, and for a moment he wondered whether it was with all men like this, or whether it was only Legolas. His lips were already hurting from the frantic pressure the elf put into this kiss. Nevertheless, or maybe because of that, it was unbelievably arousing and within only seconds Boromir felt himself hardening against his companion who was still sitting on top of him, his legs pressing against Boromir's sides to prevent him from moving away. He tried to get his tongue into Legolas' mouth, but the elf denied him access. With a moan of frustration Boromir attempted to outmanoeuvre Legolas' tongue that blocked the entrance to the enticing, warm cave of his mouth. It was a mouth Boromir wanted to enter with far other parts of his body, but he was determined to start it off with the most obvious thing, his tongue. But the harder he pushed, the more furious Legolas struggled against it, their tongues clashing violently, until Boromir finally surrendered, more or less willingly, and lost the exhausting battle for dominance of the kiss. But instead of relishing his victory and probing the human's mouth, Legolas broke from Boromir's bruised lips and crouched deeper down. Boromir sat up a bit, his weight leaning on his elbows, and watched Legolas finishing the task of opening the man's belt. "Lie back down," Legolas said without looking up, fully concentrated on undressing the lower part of the warrior's body as quickly as possible. Boromir obeyed hesitatingly at first, but then leaned back onto the ground rapidly when he tried to imagine what Legolas would possibly do next. He didn't really feel comfortable with the idea of leaving Legolas in control, but it wouldn't turn out that bad to just be the passive one for some moments. He still could take the lead later, after Legolas had done some of the work. Boromir's whole body was aching with burning anticipation when the elf pulled the last remnants of clothes from his glowing body and released the proof of the man's excitement. "I see you are enjoying yourself," Legolas commented, causing Boromir to sit back up again. "Stop babbling and go on," Boromir ordered impatiently. "What was that?" Legolas asked sharply and shifted his gaze towards the man's face. "Did I not make myself clear earlier when I said that I will be in control?" "You did, but I'm fed up with it already!" Boromir snarled and let one hand shoot to Legolas' head, catching him off guard. He quickly grabbed a fistful of silky hair and twisted his hand, wrapping a big strand around his fingers. Legolas instinctively clutched Boromir's wrist to shrug him of, but the man didn't let go. "Down, Legolas! Finish what you've started unless you want me to get really furious with you!" Legolas gasped in pain when Boromir forced his head down by pulling his hair roughly, but he refused to do what Boromir wanted. "Don't be so prissy!" Boromir demanded. "And don't even think about biting me, understand?" "I don't fight with girlish tactics!" Legolas replied outraged, trying to wind out of Boromir's grip. "No? But it would suit you well, my pretty thing," Boromir smirked and forced Legolas head up again, turning his hand in a way that made the elf come face to face with him. "I'd say it's time to change the rules. I'm in control now," he added and outstretched his free hand to rip Legolas clothes open, but before he even had the chance to touch the fine fabric, an elbow was smashed into his stomach with such a force that it took his breath away. His hand lost its grip and Legolas quickly freed his hair from the man's fingers. Boromir had not even fully recovered from the shock of the blow when Legolas pressed his abdomen to the ground again, one hand flatly held against the chest to keep him down. "This...*hurt*!" Boromir complained when he had found his breath again. "You hurt me, too," Legolas pointed out matter-of-factly while quickly undoing the buttons of his tunic with only one hand. "But not like this! I would never have punched you that hard!" "No, you prefer to pull hair, right?" Legolas mocked. "Now *who* is girlish of us two?" Feeling a sudden flash of anger, Boromir wanted to get up again in order to shut Legolas up and demonstrate to him how easy it was to treat him like a girl in every respect, but the elf didn't allow it and flung him back down again. Boromir grunted in frustration and attempted to gather all his strength to overpower his opponent, but before he even had the possibility to start his strike, Legolas bent down and crushed his lips against Boromir's, and this time he claimed the entrance he had renounced earlier. The kiss was so intense that Boromir felt his muscles turn to mush and he couldn't help moaning into the elf's demanding mouth. His hands found Legolas' waist and he was surprised, in a positive way, that he was undressed already. He let his hands slide up the slender but muscular back first, then wander to the front and glide down again over a firm, smooth chest until the elf's erection was nestling against his open palm, hot and hard. "I see you are enjoying yourself too," Boromir said grinning and closed his fist with a soft squeeze, drawing a tiny groan from Legolas. He even closed his eyes. Encouraged by this, Boromir continued with his ministrations, stroking the elf with long and steady movements. He wanted to hear another of those beautiful sounds that had erupted from Legolas' moist lips, but there came none, although Boromir could have sworn that the elf had become even harder from his caresses. "How does this feel?" Boromir asked, his voice husky with craving. Legolas' eyes went open again, and Boromir had the feeling his gaze was going right through him when he looked deep into the human's eyes. "Good," Legolas said in a low voice, "but not good enough." Before Boromir could ask what was wrong with his handiwork, Legolas raised a hand to the man's face and touched the tip of his index finger against his bruised lips. "Open your mouth," Legolas ordered, his voice soft and melodic like when he was amongst the company. When Boromir didn't react immediately, he gently pushed, parting the human's lips and lightly hitting against his clenched teeth. "Come on, make it wet," Legolas urged. "What for?" Boromir mumbled through clenched teeth, although he already had an idea about it. The problem was that he didn't like that idea very much. "For that," Legolas replied and took his other hand from Boromir's chest to lightly run one of the fingertips down the cleft of Boromir's butt. "No way," Boromir grumbled, teeth still clenched, and wanted to roll away from Legolas, but the Elven hand shot back to his chest and roughly forced him back into position. "You better make it wet now!" Legolas suggested fiercely, pushing against Boromir's teeth with more pressure. "No." "Would you rather want me to do it dry?" Legolas asked challenging. "No!" Boromir shrieked, eyes widening in panic. Legolas took the chance and quickly prodded the man's mouth with not one but two fingers. "And don't even think about biting me, understand?" the elf added in a mocking whisper. Boromir glared at Legolas but didn't do anything to get rid of the intruding fingers. When Legolas started to move inside of the warm hollow, slowly exploring, he soon felt Boromir's moist tongue twist around his fingers in return. "There you go," Legolas muttered and let his other hand travel from the human's broad chest deeper down to give Boromir a reward for his willingness to cooperate. He watched Boromir's eyes flutter close at the unexpected intimate touch, his head relaxing back against the forest ground. When Boromir groaned out in pleasure his hot breath wafted over Legolas' slick fingers, sending a shiver down the elf's spine. He tightened his grip and increased the speed of his effective movements, causing Boromir to suck on his fingers more forcefully in order to suppress louder moans. When the human slowly started to shiver under his caresses, his breathing fast and deep, Legolas pulled his hand back, freeing his fingers from Boromir's greedy mouth. The man's eyes shot open alarmed, but Legolas quickly bent down to lower his lips onto him again, to make him obedient with a mind-numbing kiss. Boromir sensed another explosive groan building up in his body, but it never became audible since it got stuck in his throat when he felt one of the elf's hands sliding between his legs, going deeper down until one of his moist fingertips reached the firm barrier to the hot tightness of the human's body. Legolas teased the tensed muscle and carefully pushed, trying to get through. "Stop, Legolas," Boromir managed to pant. "Relax," the elf replied and brought a hand up to Boromir's head to put it on its back. But it wasn't the hand that was making its way to places that had been untouched yet. Legolas pulled Boromir's face towards his with determination and sealed his mouth with his lips, then penetrated him with one fluid move. Boromir gave a strong sound of unease that was muffled by the firm kiss, and Legolas felt not only the muscle around his finger tense up heavily, but the whole sturdy body that lay under him. “Shhh...” Legolas whispered against Boromir's lips, forcing his finger further although there was resistance. Boromir bucked under him, lifting his pelvis and trying to wind away from Legolas' probing finger, but the elf held him tight and drove even deeper. He soon found the right spot and when he rubbed over it gently, Boromir shut his eyes tight and groaned abruptly, taken by surprise by the overwhelming feeling. "You like that?" Legolas whispered, a smile spreading on his face. Boromir opened his eyes and shook his head determinedly, almost angrily. "You're a terrible liar. I can see that you like it. I can hear that you like it," Legolas said in a low voice, his mouth only inches from Boromir's parted lips. "I can even smell it." "No!" Boromir breathed out, his voice slightly shivering. Legolas roughly pushed the second slippery finger into Boromir, rubbing both fingertips over his prostate with an abrupt and harsh movement. Boromir's eyes fell close again and he couldn't suppress a loud moan that came from very deep inside of him, breaking free like an explosion. "Are you sure you don't like it?" Legolas asked again. Boromir didn't answer but captured Legolas' lips, placing both hands at the sides of the elf's head to hold it in position, and kissed him hungrily. Legolas' fingers felt so deep, so intruding, so violating. He just had to refuse to like that... Deep, intruding, violating... It felt so good. His whole body was covered with sweat although he was hardly moving at all, his heart was pounding so heavily that he feared it would burst from his chest every second, his erection was so hard that it hurt although Legolas wasn't even touching it... "More," he heard himself groan against the elf's hot lips. He couldn't believe he had said that, even *begged* for it, but when a third finger joined the other two, filling him, the shame was blown away and gave space for a burning, both torturing and pleasing feeling that ran deeper than anything he had ever experienced, almost causing him to scream out. Boromir's breath got caught in his throat once more when Legolas started to move his fingers within him more intensely, twisting and spreading, drawing back a bit and shoving deep in again. Boromir clenched his teeth more forcefully, refusing to let any sounds slip that would reveal his pleasure, but despite his desperate efforts a tiny whimper fought itself free when the long fingers stretched him open mercilessly. It hurt. It hurt so sweetly... "Breathe, Boromir," Legolas reminded him. The held breath rushed out in a shivering, audible rasp that quickly turned into a wanton sigh. "Breathe deeply and slowly, it will help you to relax," the archer added quietly. Boromir resisted the urge to shout at Legolas that it wasn't exactly easy to relax with three fingers up one's ass, and choked back the words when a heavy shudder washed through his body that peaked in an animalistic, deep groan. It was louder than anything that had ever erupted from Boromir's mouth while enjoying carnal pleasures and therefore gave him a bit of a scare. He had no idea what exactly Legolas had done to provoke this peculiar outbreak, but he hoped he would do it again. And so the archer did, again and again, making Boromir squirm and tremble, until Legolas decided that it was enough and he had to stop if he didn't want to catapult the human over the edge this very moment. Boromir gave a sound of protest when Legolas suddenly withdrew his fingers and lay both his hands on the man's damp hips. "Why do you stop?" Boromir panted exhaustedly and a bit annoyed. He had been so close, so unbelievably close. Legolas obviously loved to tease and upset him, and for that he would have to pay later on, Boromir swore to himself. He would let him bleed for this. "Because you are ready for what comes next," Legolas answered. "Turn over." Title: Taming the Beast Author: Nyssa E-mail: devildog2001@gmx.net Pairing: Legolas/Boromir Rating: NC-17 Summary: During a quick interlude in the woods, a dominant Legolas teaches a baffled Boromir that elves are not as mild and feminine as he thinks. Disclaimer: I don't own "Lord of the Rings" or any of these amazing characters. I don't get money out of this. It's only for entertainment purposes. Warning: Partly non-con Taming the Beast Part 3 "Turn over...? What are you talking about?" Boromir asked and tried to brush Legolas' hands from his hips, but the pale, strong fingers tightened in a hurtful way and didn't move an inch. "The longer we wait, the more difficult it will get for you to adjust again," Legolas explained and attempted to roll Boromir onto his front side. "*Adjust*?! I don't want to adjust!" Boromir yelled, quickly sitting up, and closed his hands around Legolas' wrists to stop him. "This is not really how I had imagined this to be. I'm not sure whether I want to proceed." "Of course you want to proceed," Legolas said encouragingly and pressed a quick kiss to the man's lips. "Of course you want. Come on, turn over. You'll find you will like it." "I won't like it! I'm a warrior, I won't like to be taken like a woman! Let go of me now, Legolas, I want to leave." "No, you don't want to leave." "I *do* want to leave!" "But I don't want you to leave!" Legolas hollered back, eyes narrowed and shooting angry sparks at the human. "I say it one last time! Turn over! *Now*!" "Or what?! Do you want to ravish me?!" Boromir screamed. If he hadn't learned by now that Legolas was physically able to carry out such a deed, he would have laughed about this idea, but under the given circumstances he feared that the archer would rape him indeed. "I won't. You will give yourself to me willingly," Legolas stated, perfectly sure about his words. "Is that a threat?" "No," the elf replied, his lips curving into a slight smile. "It's a promise." Before the human could say a word, Legolas plunged down on him, letting Boromir's aching erection finally slide into his eager mouth. Boromir couldn't help screaming out the elf's name in shock when he was embedded so abruptly in the hot, moist cave that lay beneath the now fervently sucking lips. Legolas easily forced more groans from Boromir when he let his tongue slither, glide and twist on and around him with such masterful skill as if his mouth had been made especially for the human's needs. He felt one of Boromir's hands diving into his hair again and pressing his head further down. The archer bent to Boromir's wishes and took as much of him in as he could, but only because the human's grasp was more gentle this time. The hand that was buried in his hair wasn't forcing and commanding this time, it was rather asking and pleading. And so Legolas continued to work ardently on Boromir's erection that felt impossibly hard against his soft tongue and petal lips. When the warrior started to buck against his face, intending to increase the speed of the elven glowing lips sliding up and down on him, Legolas grasped the man's hips to hold him still. From the uncontrolled, violent convulsions that rippled through Boromir's body, Legolas could tell that it was pure torture for him to not be able to thrust into the stimulating mouth with much more drive, but the archer continued to pin him down unrelentingly. Legolas might be the serving part at the moment, while Boromir was on the receiving and more pleasurable end, but that didn't mean the elf had to give up his control. He wanted Boromir to feel that he still had power over him. He wanted him to understand that he was at the archer's mercy. With this intention in mind, Legolas even intensified his actions, making Boromir moan, pant and shiver helplessly. Soon it became more difficult to keep Boromir's trembling body down and the human's hand in Legolas' hair incautiously tightened its grasp. The pain that converged in the warrior's crotch grew with every single motion Legolas accomplished and Boromir felt that he wouldn't manage to take this much longer. If Legolas only would grant him release... but he didn't. He unyieldingly licked and sucked Boromir towards his climax, faster, harder, fierier, until he tasted some salty drops that slowly escaped from the hot, slick peak of the human's arousal. With one last stroke of his tongue, the elf let Boromir slip out of his mouth just in time to prevent him from spilling and screaming out a savage orgasm. Before the human understood what was happening and could give a protesting reaction, Legolas grasped the slim hips more firmly and rolled him over. Once Boromir realised that the archer had just cheated him out of experiencing the most amazing and extreme climax of his life and now was obviously preparing for impaling him from behind, he furiously attempted to put up a fight. He struggled with much effort, harder than Legolas had actually expected, and managed to turn on his back again, denying his comrade access to the opening he longed for. Boromir tried to rise to his feet, but Legolas clutched him with strong hands and roughly dragged him down again, pinning him to the ground with harsh determination. Boromir grunted in protest and tried to shove the elf of, but his efforts showed no effect. Instead of letting go, Legolas tightened his grip in such a boisterous way that it made Boromir grit his teeth in agony. The man from Gondor gave a frustrated yelp when Legolas coarsely flipped him onto his front again. Boromir tried to somehow wriggle out of the elf's resolute grasp, but before his frantic endeavour showed any success he felt the other male leaning in to him, forcefully crushing him down to the mossy forest ground. When he felt hot, hard flesh pressing into his cleft, Boromir used all his might to buck under Legolas, trying to get rid of the body that was keeping him down and attempting to enter him, but his insubordination only seemed to encourage Legolas in his intentions. Before Boromir could start a second try to free himself, he felt a hot, stinging pain flashing through the nether regions of his body, pain that within a split second conquered him to the core. Due to the human's undying resistance, the male elf had penetrated the unwilling body in a more abrupt way than he had originally intended to, filling him completely with one flowing movement. Legolas felt that Boromir tensed up massively from this sudden and violent intrusion and that he forcefully held his breath, desperately trying to suppress a groan of pain. He saw that Boromir's fingers curled up to tight fists from the tormenting feeling of being torn apart, the nails digging in his own palms, knuckles turning white. Holding his breath as well, Legolas started to pull back again very slowly, but despite the heedfulness he now tried to put in his movement, a restrained blurt of anguish exploded from Boromir's throat and he again attempted to wind away from under the elf. "Shhh, Boromir," Legolas said and firmly placed his hands on the man's shoulders to hold him in position. "Don't fidget like that, it will only hurt if you do so." "I already noticed," Boromir muttered with a cracking voice. It was hurting indeed, and definitely not to a small degree, but what should he do? He couldn't just hold still and simply let Legolas use and take him in such a humiliating way. For a second he wondered whether the company was already in search for them since they still hadn't returned with the wood for the campfire. What if they had become impatient and worried and were looking for them by now? What if one member of the fellowship discovered them like this? Boromir assumed that he would probably die from embarrassment if Aragorn found him here in this condition, naked and on his knees, face down to the ground, with Legolas being stuck in him up to the hilt. The mere thought of this possibility made him blush with shame and once again he attempted to crouch away, but Legolas didn't let go and kept him in place. "Hold still, the pain will diminish quickly," he heard the elf whisper from above while one tender hand started to roam over his body. Legolas' gaze ranged over the broad back that was under him, admiring the well-defined muscles that moved underneath the sun-tanned skin, adoring the chiselled, strong shoulder blades that drew together when Boromir shifted his weight in a helpless attempt to steady himself. For a moment the archer paused in order to give the human time to accommodate. Only his slender hands were moving, travelling up and down the human's stiff back. His fingers were comforting, but Boromir knew they would get harsh again as soon as he would attempt to get away. And so Boromir held still for a moment and tried to concentrate on the tender caresses that distracted him a bit from the unfamiliar invasion. He just started to relax a little when he was slightly shoved forward by Legolas' first, slow thrust. A scream broke from Boromir's lips, not so much because of the pain but rather because of the frustration about his defeat. Although he knew his efforts were in vain, he again tried to shake Legolas of, but his attempts grew weaker already. "I said stop fidgeting!" Legolas hissed, buried a hand in Boromir's hair and pushed his head down until the human's face was pressed to the ground. Boromir shut his eyes tight and drew his lower lip between his teeth to bite down on it. He tasted earth on his lip, smelled the intense scent of leaves and moss, felt little broken twigs pricking and scratching the skin of his face, but above all was the sensation of Legolas moving inside of him. Boromir had to admit that Legolas had been right when he had said that the pain would decrease. It still felt uncomfortable to be invaded like that, but the sharp pain was slowly fading. Legolas' left hand was wandering over his defeated body and calmed him, softly grazing tensed muscles and firm skin. Despite the fact that Legolas' other hand was still holding his face to the ground in a rather crude way, Boromir felt himself relaxing a little from the pleasing caresses. The tender hand travelled from his back around to his chest where gentle fingers tickled a nipple, then glided further down to playfully slip the tip of Legolas' middle finger into Boromir's navel. After a short moment the elf began to trail the line of soft, fine hair that was starting there and leading to the centre of the warrior's lust. Boromir's pectoral muscles twitched with anticipation and he almost forgot to breathe when he felt the gentle fingertips running deeper and deeper with unbearable slowness. He again bit down on his lip, harder this time, until the earthy aroma in his mouth mingled with the metallic flavour of his own blood. Even then he didn't lessen the force of his bite but kept on pressing his teeth down on his lip, staining them with the red liquid. He wouldn't let a sound slip, he thought again and again. Neither a sound of pleasure, nor a sound of anguish. He wouldn't let Legolas hear how massively his actions were affecting him. He wouldn't... It took Legolas only a gentle, well-placed squeeze to make Boromir's intention crumple. The groan was mostly swallowed by the leaves and earth the human's face was resting in, but it was loud enough for Legolas to hear. "See, I said you would like it," Legolas pointed out with a little smirk and slowly pulled back, only to roughly shove back in again, rocking the human forward. "N...uh..." Boromir spluttered, his pressed down face chafing against the scabrous ground. He felt that he wouldn't be able to hold it back for much longer, no matter how hard he tried. Legolas had set a delightful pace, not that fast and not too slow, and the steady rhythm of the hot friction he was causing Boromir from the inside was very well matching the expertly located strokes he accomplished with his warm hand clenching the human's hard erection. A prurient sigh was followed by a series of erratic, restrained gasps and then a long, salacious groan. Once the first sounds of pleasure had escaped his throat, Boromir didn't manage to curb himself anymore and couldn't help voicing his enjoyment, again and again. When Legolas withdrew his pumping fist to get hold of Boromir's slim hip, the human warrior still couldn't stop panting in wild ecstasy, and that was the moment he understood Legolas had been right about everything. The realisation sank in slowly. He liked it. He wanted it. It felt good, so good. He couldn't deny it, no matter how hard he wanted to. He wished he could loathe Legolas for doing this to him, for taking and subjugating him. He wished he could despise the actions the archer accomplished. But he liked it. A lot. Yes, it hurt, but it felt wonderful. Sickening wonderful. Legolas watched Boromir squirm and tremble under him, the carnal sight sending shivers down his spine. The thought that he alone had created this view, that he alone was the only one who ever had seen Boromir like this, was more than stimulating. The broad back was bending because of the pressure of his hand, the taut muscles were twitching because of his caresses, the stalwart body was quaking because of his thrusts. He, Legolas, was the reason for sweat arising on Boromir's glowing and flushed skin, creating a little, glistening pool in the small of his back. And it was him who forced those deep, beautiful groans and cries of pleasure from the brave warrior. When Boromir started to meet his thrusts and brought himself back against Legolas' lap with quite some impact, trying to increase the intensity of their coupling, the elf tightened his grip around the back of the human's head and pushed harder. A blurt of unease and surprise reached Legolas' ears, but he didn't let go. Not so soon. He couldn't allow this event to take a different path, not after he had so bitterly fought with and finally won over Boromir. He didn't want to cause his comrade serious pain, but he didn't want him to feel completely comfortable and secure, either. This was still about control and Legolas wasn't willing to share his dominance. Boromir's face was burning like fire by now, he felt that he was bleeding from his nose and he had serious problems breathing properly, but this all was unimportant to him right now. He concentrated only on pushing back on Legolas' erection that by now was sliding deeply in and out at ease, massaging Boromir's prostrate with every single drive. The sensation elevated the human to higher levels of carnal rapture and this very moment he couldn't have cared less if he had suffocated indeed, choked with leaves, earth, blood and unrestrained lust. Suddenly, Legolas withdrew from his body and Boromir felt that he, instead of thrusting back in, rose behind him. Just when Boromir wanted to turn his released head to look at Legolas and ask what the matter was, Legolas' hands crashed down on him, grabbing him brusquely. "Get up!" Legolas barked, digging his fingers into Boromir's upper arms and dragging him to an upright position. "Why... I... Legolas, what...?" Boromir stuttered in confusion and wanted to turn around to face the elf, but even before he was in a steady standing position, he was slammed against a nearby tree with such force that the air was knocked from his lungs when his chest collided with the stem. While Boromir was still trying to recover from the unexpectedly hard impact, Legolas captured him in his arms from behind. He pressed himself against Boromir's slick back, his excited breath hot and enticing against the human's ear. Without hesitating, he entered the man again, invading him abruptly in one go. A tortured, yet lustful moan escaped Boromir's lips while he was crushed up against the tree, his own hard-on trapped between his stomach and the rough bark. "Legolas...please..." Boromir gasped, both hands clinging to the tree, searching for support and hold. "What. Is. It?" Legolas asked sharply, every word coming out as a short, laborious pant as he tried to get as deep as possible into the hot human body. "I... can't... I..." Boromir breathed, and then gave a primitive, loud groan when Legolas made an extremely impatient and deep movement. "Hurts...so...Don't stop... please." "Never," Legolas moaned and bowed his head to suck on Boromir's shoulder, tasting his flaming skin that was moist and salty from fresh sweat. "You feel so good," he murmured against the glowing skin and closed his eyes while fully concentrating on the delicate, burning friction that was clouding his mind. "Don't stop," Boromir repeated breathlessly and leaned his wet forehead against the tree. He wished Legolas would reach around and touch him, bring him to release. His erection was aching with unfulfilled need and it made him angry that it was so neglected while Legolas' was enjoying full attention. When the human finally couldn't stand the throbbing pain and want anymore, he reached down with his own hand, but before he could lay only one finger onto himself, Legolas hands snapped close around both of his wrists, pulled his hands up and slammed them back to the tree. "Don't you dare touch yourself!" Legolas hissed close to Boromir's ear, his breath coming and going in erratic pants. "You won't come to release until I allow you so. Do you understand?" Boromir didn't reply but gritted his teeth, fighting back a sob of frustration. His own boiling blood was roaring in his ears, his knees threatened to give in, he was blinded with unsatisfied desire, every fibre of his body burnt to the extreme... He could take no more. This was worse than torture. This was worse than dying. "*Do you understand, Boromir*?" Legolas repeated harshly, not stopping to claim the other one's body, over and over again. "I hate you," Boromir whispered, too weak to develop a strong voice. "Show me," Legolas demanded, his teeth grazing the strong, salty shoulder. "Show me how much you hate me, Boromir." "I... I can't." "Come on, defend yourself. Fight!" "I can't!" Boromir spewed, ultimately confessing his submission, his incapability of evading Legolas' will. "I knew I'd get the better of you sooner or later," Legolas said close to Boromir's ear, and the human could hear he was smiling. Before Boromir could give any reaction, he felt his legs being forced apart a little further and Legolas pushing up inside him. He hadn't known it was possible to go even deeper and his eyelids fluttered close at the startling, conquering sensation. Boromir didn't know for how long they were standing there like this, their bodies pressing so close, rubbing against and moving in and around one another. He wasn't even aware of his own guttural groans that had started to erupt again, accompanied by uncontrolled shudders and more sweat. His head swam, his mind had gone all hazy, and if Legolas had not held him in this possessive, hard embrace he would have slipped to the ground already many minutes ago. After what seemed like an eternity to Boromir, one of Legolas hands snaked around him and down to at last close around his hurting, rock hard erection. "Now," Legolas groaned, his shivering voice revealing that he was very close as well, and gently bit the human's scarred shoulder while he started to stroke and rub him within his tight fist. "Now, Boromir, come for me!" Legolas worked so furiously that Boromir lasted only for a few seconds until he burst with an enormously loud noise that sounded almost like a heavy, trembling sob. He climaxed with a powerful eruption, his seed shooting from him, spurting all over his own belly and over the tree. His whole frame quivered from the waves of pleasure that flooded through him, setting his skin on fire and stealing all energy from his body, while his hot liquids pulsated into and over Legolas' masterfully squeezing hand. Still trembling all over, he let his full weight sink against the tree, utterly spent and exhausted. The overwhelming orgasm had made all his muscles spasm and tense, and so it caused flames of burning pain to lick through the lower part of his body when Legolas thrust into him the next time, forcing the clenched ring of muscle open violently. Boromir had no control over his body, nor over his voice, and so his anguish rang clearly throughout the forest when he shrieked in pain. Legolas' hand quickly withdrew from Boromir's fading erection and energetically sealed the warrior's mouth to stifle the ear-splitting cry, the tips of his fingers digging in Boromir's cheek while his palm pressed his lips against gritted teeth in a painful way. Boromir gave a muffled sound of agony, only causing Legolas to tighten the lock of his hand. He smelled and tasted the salty, sticky aroma of his own fluids that covered the archer's hand and now were getting spread over his mouth, chin and cheeks since Legolas held to the lower part of his face tightly. Boromir closed his eyes, defeated, and held still, letting the elf work himself to his climax with harsh force. He felt the fingers of Legolas' other hand dig deeply in his skin as he desperately clawed to Boromir's hip while he rammed into him with heavy impact, rocking the human warrior up against the tree again and again. The grasp got so hard that Boromir thought there would be blood spilling from underneath Legolas' fingers in only a second and he would have cried out again, but his sounds were killed by the elf's sealing hand. To Boromir's relief it took Legolas only two more energetic thrusts until he reached his peak, spending himself into Boromir's hot depth and biting down on the human's strong shoulder with enough pressure to suppress a scream and leave a mark. Then, he collapsed against Boromir's broad back for some seconds, his heavy breathing hitting the human's damp skin and sending a chill down his spine. Just when Boromir wanted to say something, the elf tightened his grip around Boromir's waist again, backed away from the tree and brought them both down to the ground, Boromir with his front side down. *He can't seriously want to do it again so quickly*, Boromir thought a little panicky and readied himself for fighting Legolas of as soon as he felt anything going up his butt, but nothing like that happened. Instead, the lock of Legolas' hands loosened, and while Boromir took a deep, grateful breath, the elf gently flipped him onto his back. He then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Boromir's mouth ever so softly, licking some of the thick, salty liquid off he had smeared onto the man's face just a few seconds ago. After some silent, peaceful moments in which Legolas tenderly comforted Boromir's bruised lips with his own soft mouth and the tip of his tongue and cleaned his face from earth, sweat and little blood with tender fingertips, he pulled back again slowly and looked at his lover with big eyes, obviously waiting for a reaction. "That was... *awesome*," Boromir whispered contentedly and let his lids fall close. He was too exhausted to hold his eyes open. "I can't believe you actually did that. I mean, there were moments in which I didn't even understand what exactly you did and how. But it was the best I've ever experienced." "I only tamed the beast inside of you," Legolas explained modestly, a grin spreading on his face. "You're really good at it," Boromir stated, cracked one of his eyes half open with some effort and returned the smile. "And rather merciless, too. I swear I will never again call you mild." "I see you learned your lesson," Legolas replied and gently put a hand on Boromir's firm belly that was moist and sticky with fresh sweat and traces of milky fluid. "Only because I had the best teacher," Boromir said sleepily. "You were an eager student," Legolas returned the compliment and started to move his hand over Boromir's stomach, feeling the fine, damp hair underneath his fingertips. He gasped softly when Boromir suddenly wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck to draw him against his lips again, but he accepted the approach anxiously. The kiss was slow, deep and gentle now. No fight for dominance, no battle of tongues. Just two pairs of soft, sore lips kissing with relish, tenderness and sensitivity. Once the passion ceased again, Legolas lay down close to Boromir's glowing body and sighed satisfied. After a few silent moments of gathering some energy, both of them rose simultaneously and started to dress without saying a word. "Do you think the others will guess what has happened?" Boromir finally asked when he closed the clasps of his leather coat. "Are you jesting?" Legolas asked back, fastening the quiver to his back. "Your screams would have woken the dead, I doubt that they were unnoticed by the others." Boromir stepped closer to Legolas and ran a hand through his silky hair that had become muddled all over from their violent lovemaking. "Is that so? Well, then I think it would be only fair to let them hear *your* screams as well some time in future," he stated, smoothing down the long hair with tender strokes. "I never scream," Legolas stated matter-of-factly while Boromir continued to carefully brush his fingers through the blond strands. "We will see," Boromir replied with a small grin. Legolas furrowed his brows in bewilderment, a silent question mirroring in his starry eyes. "Just wait until the beast breaks free again and you will see," Boromir said with a meaningful tone in his deep voice, his grin growing even wider, and then turned away to head back to the camp. "Is that a threat?" Legolas yelled after him while he squatted down to gather up the wood Boromir had collected earlier. "No! It's a promise!" Boromir yelled back, causing a smile to spread over Legolas' face. ~ to be continued in the sequel "Scream If You Wanna Go Faster" ~