Title: The Wager Author: Larien Elengasse Type: FPS Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor Beta: Alex Rating: NC-17 Archive: Rhovanion, OEAM, Mirrormere, Melethryn, Library of Moria. All others please ask. WARNING: Graphic depictions of sexual acts between two males. PWP... shameless, naughty, PWP. Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this… Feedback: Yes please, larienelengasse@yahoo.com Author's Notes: This is all Chloe's fault... her and Perseph2hades (though P. doesn't know it yet). Inspired by a lovely photo of Marcus Schenkenberg on the cover of "Attitude" magazine. Thanks ladies! Summary: Glorfindel makes a wager and loses. Late Autumn, 3009 Imladris "I cannot understand it," Glorfindel grumbled as the twins gleefully went about their work. Arwen watched with amusement, perched on the foot of Glorfindel's large bed, her knees bent, toes wiggling against the soft velvet of the Elda's coverlet. "I had him. He was going to lose... How did he escape my grasp?" Glorfindel continued. "Do not be so hard on yourself, my lord," Arwen answered, barely concealing her mirth. "Perhaps you simply became too sure of your victory..." "Counted your chickens before they were hatched... as the saying goes," Elladan interjected from his place on the floor. "Yes," Elrohir chimed in as he fiddled with the golden ribbon, trying to tie the perfect bow. "You should know by now that you cannot underestimate Erestor." Glorfindel glowered at the Peredhil. "Do try not to enjoy this so much. If I did not know better, I would suspect you placed your wagers on the chief counselor." Elrohir looked up at the Elda from his crouched position at his feet with wide, innocent eyes. "We would never wager against you, Glorfindel," he answered with feigned innocence. "You are our captain!" Elladan stifled a snort as he tied the remaining bow and centered it upon the Elda's shin. "Arwen," Elrohir called. "I cannot seem to get this exactly right, I do think it needs a feminine touch..." Arwen smiled broadly and gracefully dismounted the massive bed. She padded across the hand tied rug in her bare feet and knelt beside Elrohir, assisting her brother in his task. Glorfindel sighed in exasperation as Arwen rose to the balls of her feet, gently adjusting the wreath of autumn leaves and berries that crowned the Elda's golden head. "There... perfect." She placed a kiss upon the Elda's cheek and continued, "It is a pity that we will not be here to see his reaction." "Arwen," Glorfindel said quietly, as he caressed her alabaster cheek. "With all due respect, my lady... Get thee gone! Out! All three of you!" The children of Elrond scampered out of Glorfindel's room, laughing and holding hands. For a brief moment, Glorfindel was reminded of when Arwen was an elfling, and the twins delighted in playing with her. Then, he remembered his predicament. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror, a loud groan escaped him as he rubbed his temples with his fingers. "I am certain that the whole of the Last Homely House will know of this come morning," he muttered. "I will never live this down." A loud rap fell upon his door, the sharp staccato impatience of it belonging to his victor. He sighed; shoulders slumping, glass beads clacking together as the braids fell forward over his shoulders. "What a mockery I have become," he grumbled. "Enter..." he called half-heartedly. Erestor entered his friend's chambers, still uncertain in his own mind just how far he would take this little prank. It served the Elda right, assuming that because he had spent the better part of an age behind a desk he would have forgotten hand-to-hand combat. Never had victory been so sweet to him than when he heard the heavy thud of Glorfindel's back hitting the ground, accompanied by the grunt that followed the impact of his knee upon the Elda's solar plexus and the shocked gasps of the onlookers. It had taken all his composure not to shout his victory to the rooftops. The fact that nearly all of Imladris had witnessed this victory made it all the more perfect. In his wine-induced revelry, he had challenged Glorfindel to a wrestling match after being teased about his occupation, and he named his price if he were to win. However, thoughts of victory melted when he saw his conquest before him. Tall, golden, and perfect. He was surprised at the sharp tug in his groin upon viewing his prize. He had never considered taking the Elda as a lover, mostly because he thought Glorfindel to be as antithetical to him as oil was to water. But as he gazed at six foot three inches of alabaster flesh covering living iron, hair as golden as the sunrise cascading in jeweled perfection over broad, muscled shoulders, eyes of the deepest indigo wielding a glance both beautiful and dangerous that were framed by thick lashes, lips that made unspoken promises of passion beyond comprehension, he began to think that compatibility was perhaps not so important after all. Glorfindel stood before him, adorned exactly as he had requested. He had half expected to find the renowned warrior tied to the heavy bedposts, as he never thought Glorfindel would allow this. But there he was, dressed like a human demi-god, his astonishing form covered with only a golden sash and loincloth. His feet were adorned with golden sandals, laced up his legs, and atop his head a wreath with foliage of the season. There are few that could wear such a ridiculous outfit and still look good enough to eat; Glorfindel was definitely one of those few. "Well?" the Elda's deep voice queried. "Is this not what you wanted, Erestor?" He held out his arms, turning so that his best friend and nemesis could properly survey his prize. "Exactly..." Erestor answered in a breathless murmur. "Pardon?" Glorfindel returned. "Close enough," Erestor answered quickly, his voice more steady. He closed the door behind him, unconsciously locking it as he watched Glorfindel casually lean up against the bedpost. He wadded and released his robes behind his back, unsure as to what to do next. Originally, he had just wanted to see the proud Elda in such a ridiculous state. But now, he was not so sure what he wanted, at least what his mind and heart wanted; what his body wanted was all too clear. "Wine?" Glorfindel's deep voice once again broke his reverie and he nodded, clearing his throat as he answered. "Yes, thank you." He stepped unsteadily into the room as Glorfindel turned and moved toward the bureau. He watched the sway of the warrior's sculpted buttocks beneath the narrow silken cloth. "Sweet Elbereth..." he whispered to himself. How could he suddenly have such desire for one that he had known, fought beside, and been irritated by for over two ages? He had never seen Glorfindel like this, so... delicious. He reached the Elda's side and took a minute step backward as Glorfindel turned and handed him the goblet. "Thank you," he answered, immediately bringing the heavy chalice to his lips and taking a deep draught of the crimson liquid. The warm burn sliding down his throat and flowering in his stomach was a welcome relief to the increasing sense of uneasiness he felt growing inside him. Even in this ridiculous outfit, Glorfindel lost none of his quiet dignity. Sure, the Elda could be a braggart, boasting of insane adventures and outlandish trials. But at heart, Glorfindel took his duty seriously; he fought with bravery and honor, and he never, never made light of death – even of the Dark Lord's fell beasts. Of course he wouldn't, Erestor mused, he knows what it feels like to die... Glorfindel watched Erestor with subdued curiosity. Something was strange in his friend's demeanor, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something about the way his eyes kept flicking over his frame – it was not as if there were many details to his... The truth of the matter hit Glorfindel like a battering ram. It was not the costume that Erestor was looking at, it was him. Could it be that Erestor found him desirable? Could it be that the always collected, unapproachable, cool counselor had a small chink in his armor? He looked at his old friend over the rim of his goblet, noting the slight flush to his skin, the nervous way he fidgeted with his robes as if he were too warm... Could it be that his eyes were a shade darker? He knew if he asked Erestor outright, his friend would be humiliated and would dismiss the question with an insult and abruptly leave the room. No, a more roundabout approach was in order... A real, old- fashioned seduction. "Well, shall we proceed then?" he asked smoothly. "The supplies you ordered are by the bed. Hopefully the twins gathered what you asked for to your satisfaction." He casually sauntered to the bed, setting his goblet down on the table. "I hope you do not mind if I remove the wreath and sandals, the wreath will break if I lie on it and the sandals will ruin my bedding." He bent down and began untying the golden laces, huffing in irritation as the wreath fell forward and obstructed his view. Erestor suppressed a chuckle and stepped forward, momentarily forgetting the reeling disorientation that his recent discovery had brought about. "Let me help you with these." He knelt before Glorfindel, untying the sandals and slipping them off the Elda's feet as Glorfindel disentangled the wreath from his hair. "Thank you," Glorfindel responded as he stepped free of the last sandal. "Elladan told me your instructions were quite clear. I am to lie upon my back and you are to use my body as your serving platter, is that so?" Erestor flushed. Now that the effects of the wine had somewhat abated, the whole thing sounded rather foolish, particularly as Glorfindel phrased it. "Glorfindel, you do not have to go through with this." Glorfindel held up his hand. "No, you named your wager before the contest and you won fairly. I will hold up my end of the bargain." He hopped up onto the tall bed with ease and lay prostrate upon the velvet coverlet. "Does this meet your satisfaction?" he asked. Erestor took another deep draught of the wine and nodded. "Yes, that will be satisfactory," he answered, pausing to clear his throat. He turned and began plucking confections from the tray on the bedside table. There were various delicacies, some sticky and sweet, some dark and rich, made from an exotic spice their cook had procured called cocoa. He placed them upon the Elda's body, some on his thighs, some on his abdomen and chest, and a few on his shoulders. He licked the sugar and cocoa off his fingers, his imagination torturing him with visions of licking the substances off Glorfindel's skin. Glorfindel closed his eyes, trying to ignore how decadently delicious it felt. The soft sucking sounds of Erestor licking his fingertips clean was disconcertingly erotic and he found himself shifting a bit upon the bed. He was thankful he had adjusted the loincloth so that it fit snugly, for he wondered how long he could keep the desire that danced just on the edge of his senses at bay. Erestor surveyed the wickedly delicious scene before him. He debated as to whether or not he should just eat right off the Elda's body, forgoing the use of his hands; but that might be a bit too forward, he concluded. He plucked the first treat from just above the Elda's knee. It was a rich cake-like confection, with a pale yellow frosting. He popped the small square into his mouth and let out a small moan of satisfaction as he savored lemon and vanilla. "Oh, most excellent," he remarked after swallowing. "Cook has outdone herself for the celebration." "Good to know..." Glorfindel remarked as he lie perfectly still, continuing to deny the low ache that grew in his loins. Another dessert chosen, this one a rich cocoa square, more dense than the last. "Oh my," Erestor remarked. "Glorfindel, you really must try this. Lift your head." Glorfindel sighed and opened his eyes, lifting his head and opening his mouth. Erestor delicately deposited a small, dark brown square into his mouth and as he closed his lips around it, he caught the counselor's fingertips. He heard the gasp that escaped Erestor. They both heard it, there was no denying it; nor was there any denying the rapid dilation of the counselor's eyes and the rosy flush to his cheeks. Erestor knew he had been found out. He could no longer hide his body's reaction to this sensuous display before him, and he knew Glorfindel saw it. But rather than be appalled, or worse yet, amused, Glorfindel's eyes darkened. A whimper escaped Erestor as tongue was added to lips and the Elda suckled his fingers. Slowly, Glorfindel released his fingers then swallowed. "You are right, Erestor," he answered in a husky tone. "That was delicious. Although, I believe you left some there," he motioned with his head, "on my knee." "Forgive me," Erestor answered in a tone of voice that Glorfindel had never heard before. "Let me take care of that." This time Glorfindel gasped and whimpered as Erestor licked and sucked the cocoa off his skin. His head flopped back to the pillow. "I had no idea that you still have such a sweet tooth, Counselor..." he whispered huskily. "Mmm..." Erestor murmured, his warm lips moving against Glorfindel's soft skin, "there is much about me you do not know, my old friend." "I can see that," Glorfindel answered breathlessly, as Erestor began to tease him with his mouth. The counselor dispensed with the use of his hands, other than to occasionally stroke or massage his body, as he ate the confections off his flesh one by one, offering a few to him as well with his mouth. Erestor's tongue played just upon his lips, never delving inside, always hinting at what was to come. Glorfindel gripped the headboard in his fists, arching up to meet Erestor's hungry mouth, his arousal straining against the silk of his loincloth. Finally he was devoid of confections and Erestor had removed the golden ribbon tied across his torso. He watched with lust-glazed eyes as Erestor removed his heavy robes, revealing the tautly muscled physique he had grappled with just hours ago. Deep navy blue silk and velvet hugged Erestor's body, the shirt buttoned to the neck, the leggings bulging over his engorged arousal. He kicked off his boots and quickly but gracefully removed his clothing, mounting the bed and straddling Glorfindel. Erestor stared down at his conquest, debating whether he would take the warrior, or let Glorfindel take him. As he mulled over this decision, one Glorfindel left entirely up to him, he raked his fingers across the Elda's muscled chest, tracing the lines of muscle and sinew sculpted from ages of war craft. He leaned down, his fingers making quick use of the ties that held Glorfindel's undergarment closed, sliding it off his body to reveal a perfect column of alabaster flesh. "Would you mind terribly if I were to claim you, Glorfindel?" he asked softly. "I do find myself longing to do so." Glorfindel smiled. His friend's eloquence, even in the height of passion, was one of the things he loved about Erestor. "Not at all, my friend," he answered. "In fact, I do believe I would enjoy that very much." A wide grin curved Erestor's pink lips. "Most excellent," he answered. "I presume you have the necessary accoutrements?" Glorfindel fought back a husky laugh. "Yes, in the drawer there." He pointed to the bedside table. Erestor casually leaned over and withdrew a phial of amber oil, making sure that he pressed firmly against his soon-to-be-lover as he did so. He smiled as he heard Glorfindel's hiss of pleasure and felt the Elda rock his hips forward to press their lengths together. He quickly prepared himself, sensing that Glorfindel's need matched his own, then he reached between his lover's legs and slid two fingers deep inside him. He pressed his ear to Glorfindel's chest, biting his lower lip as he went about his task. The warrior's arching, undulating body was driving him to distraction, and he turned his head to draw one golden nipple into his mouth. "Ai! Gods, Erestor!" Glorfindel groaned. Teeth nipped at his hardened nub before his lover's wicked tongue soothed the sensual ache. "By Elbereth, I have never wanted another so much, Glorfindel," Erestor whispered. "I feel as though I am drowning in my lust..." "Take me, Erestor," Glorfindel growled. "Take me now." Erestor shifted, gathering the Elda's powerful thighs in his arms and positioning his turgid arousal at Glorfindel's entrance. He bit down on his lower lip as he sheathed himself, a loud groan escaping him as he was engulfed by tight, throbbing heat. He paused to collect himself, his mind reeling, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm in his chest, when he heard Glorfindel's husky pleas for him to move. And move he did, setting a punishing pace, driving deep inside Glorfindel's mighty body, reaching for the Elda's delicious mouth with his own. He swallowed both of their moans and cries, only releasing Glorfindel's mouth long enough to breathe before consuming it again. His fingers closed around Glorfindel's arousal, stroking it, squeezing it, as he felt the Elda's fingers digging into his back. Addictive. That is what Glorfindel was, beautiful, honorable, sensual, and utterly addictive. He cried out into Glorfindel's mouth as he found rapture, his golden lover echoing him as they found their mutual climax, he spilling deep inside his lover, Glorfindel spilling his seed between their sweat-slicked bodies. He collapsed upon Glorfindel; his face nestled into the crook of his neck. A smile curved his lips as the Elda's hands glided through the sweat that covered his pale skin. After a long silence, filled only by their ragged breathing, Glorfindel spoke. "I am most glad that it was you that won the wager, Erestor. I am afraid my imagination is not nearly so fruitful." Erestor laughed aloud and snuggled close to his good friend turned lover. "So am I, Glorfindel," he answered. "So am I." Finis..