Elrohir smiled down at him sheepishly, still holding the lock of hair he had been playing with. The elder twin's naked body was pressed close to Elladan's own under the covers, moulding comfortably to his side.
"Good morning, brother dear," Elrohir stated, lifting the strand of black hair before dropping it to fall over his younger brother's eyes.
A loud yawn escaped from Elladan's throat as he lifted a hand to swipe the offending piece of hair out of his face, and turned around to face his twin. "What's good about it, that's what I say," he mumbled, swallowing another yawn around his words.
Elrohir's arms came up around him, hugging the younger twin tightly to him and kissing him lightly on the forehead. Elladan smiled at him faintly, trying in vain to think through the haze of the sudden throbbing pain in his forehead as he came to full wakefulness.
Slowly, as if rising through a muck of sluggish water, a memory of the previous night drifted its way to the forefront of the half-Elf's thoughts. There had been a celebration, in honour of some or other important thing he couldn't quite lay his finger on; strange little people no more than half his length had seemed in abundance, and there had been dwarves and humans and even some strange Elves from Mirkwood or some other obscure place. The only startlingly clear fact was that there had been vast amounts of his father's best wine.
The younger twin winced, glancing balefully at his brother from under his lashes as a revelation clicked into place. "You took advantage of me again, didn't you?"
Elrohir's smile spread slightly, and a mischievous glint entered his eyes. "You invite these things onto yourself, you know." He paused, drawing back slightly at the glare he received from his brother. "Well, you do. Besides, you can't say you didn't enjoy it."
"But I can't remember anything of it!"
"Well, that's not my fault, is it?"
Elladan lifted a hand to swat half-heartedly at his brother, who ducked the blow easily, rolling suddenly so that he lay atop the younger twin, who groaned, lifting a hand to cover his eyes and hide them from the sharp, piercing light that erupted suddenly through the window onto his shifted position. Combined with the movement of his brother, the brightness only served to worsen the pain in his head.
"Ah - finally feeling the effects of all that wine, are we?"
Elladan merely glared at his twin, unable to move for the other's lithe body that still covered his own and pinned him to the bed.
"Well, we'll just have to remedy that, then. What dost thou say to that?"
Elladan frowned suspiciously at the tone of Elrohir's voice. The elder twin's face gave nothing away, the merest sparkle of humour in his eyes the only indication that he was up to something.
Finally, he gave in, sighing resignedly. One never could contend with Elrohir early in the morning.
Grinning evilly, the elder brother nodded once before slithering down Elladan's body and off him to roll over to the other side of his bed, reaching down underneath it. Elladan craned his neck curiously, trying to see what Elrohir did. Immediately regretting the motion, he groaned again, covering his eyes quickly with his palm.
The indent to his left side deepened as Elrohir rolled back onto the bed. Elladan peeked out from underneath the wrist covering his eyes, almost too afraid to see what he would have to face up to next.
The elder twin clutched a small bottle of yellowish liquid in his left hand, a silk cord in his right. Elladan glared at him mistrustfully, swallowing to clear his mouth of the million grains of sand that seemed to have taken residence in it. "What...?"
Elrohir grinned evilly. "Never fear, brother mine. You're in good hands. My hands, more specifically."
"Which is exactly what has me so worried," Elladan muttered, frowning as his wrists were seized and brought above him. Twisting his neck into an impossible position, the younger twin finally managed to spy his hands being fastened by the silk cord to the strong wooden posts of his bed.
Elrohir's well-muscled chest and stomach swung back into view as the younger twin lowered his head, the elder's hands finishing their work with the cords and dropping back onto his thighs to regard his brother. Elladan merely watched him half-expectantly.
"Ah..." Elrohir declared, bending over to kiss his brother lightly on the lips before falling forward to flop down on his twin's stomach, his arms crossing under his chin as he looked up at Elladan. "That's much better."
Elladan raised one eyebrow at him slightly as one of the elder twin's hands slipped from under his chin, starting to draw light circles around his left nipple. Through the throbbing ache in his head, Elladan nonetheless started to feel minute jolts of pleasure from the touch, in spite of his reluctance.
He bit his lower lip, squirming slightly under Elrohir's weight. He did not exactly enjoy the thought of letting his brother in on precisely how much he was starting to enjoy his ministrations. He was supposed to have a wine-induced headache, after all.
Said headache had started to slowly dissipate, though, in the wake of the tingling forming in his abdomen.
Elrohir glanced up at him, and frowned slightly. "Oh, come on, Elladan," he exclaimed, bending his head forward, "You can do better than that," The very tip of his tongue escaped from his mouth to brush featherlight over the same nipple his finger had been attending to. The elder twin raised his head briefly to say, "I know you can,"
With that, he bent to his task again, reaching to grasp Elladan's sides as both his lips latched onto the hardened bud. Elladan gasped, twisting under his brother, but with his hands tied above his head and Elrohir's firm grasp on his hips it was to no avail. "You've got me right where you want me, don't you?" he gasped, arching slightly.
"That's the point, yes," Elrohir muttered. His mouth moved over to Elladan's right side, pausing halfway to suck gently on the exposed skin of his brother's chest. His hands lifted from Elladan's hips and crossed on his stomach, the weight of his body pinning the younger twin to the bed.
Elladan squirmed ineffectively underneath Elrohir, small gasps and cries escaping his lips unwillingly in a sort of mewling sound. Chuckling, Elrohir lifted his head, fully detaching his lips from the now thoroughly wet nipples of his brother.
Elladan tried glaring at him, but found himself unable to as the last vestiges of his headache vanished. In spite of himself, he sent a grateful smile Elrohir's way.
Reaching down to his side, his twin's hand closed around the phial of yellowish liquid, bringing it up for Elladan to inspect. Frowning, the younger brother peered at the bottle suspiciously. "What is it?"
"Honey," his brother replied.
Elladan blinked. "Honey?"
Elrohir nodded, twisting the top of the phial off with a popping sound. He looked up at the younger twin, tilting his head to the side. The thick liquid seeped out of the bottle and oozed onto his outstretched fingers as his eyes flickered from the phial to Elladan and back.
Apparently having decided that he had enough of the sticky fluid on his fingers, Elrohir glanced at Elladan again, and smiled sweetly at him. Then, ever so excruciatingly slowly, he brought a finger to his mouth, inserting it deeply into the inviting opening and sucking the sweetness from it unhurriedly.
Elladan swallowed hard, his eyes remaining glued to his twin's mouth as he noticed a sudden growing solidity between his legs. Elrohir's eyes widened slightly from his position still lying upon his brother, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Oh...you like that, do you?" he grinned, lifting his body off of his twin's to lie down next to him on the bed.
He lifted his hand to hover in front of Elladan's face. Taking his cue, the younger twin swallowed the two fingers that were still coated in honey. The sugary stickiness of the substance stuck to his tongue as his lips conformed to the shape of the digits in his mouth. It was almost too sweet, as he always found it, though Elrohir was over-fond of the stuff.
Sucking the last of the honey away eagerly, his tongue followed his twin's fingers out of his mouth to lick at them once more before retracting back through his moist lips. Shifting into a more comfortable position, he shrugged his shoulders to relieve them of some of the tension that was building in them because of the tight bindings around his wrists.
A wicked giggle from his brother brought his attention back to the other twin. Elrohir batted his long lashes at him, smiling innocently, like an angel. Elladan grinned back, allowing himself to see past the façade to the hidden demon Elrohir could be if he chose.
The elder twin reached up, tickling light fingers down one of Elladan's bound arms with a feather-light touch, the whispers of sensation causing the stretched muscles in the younger brother's arms to contract slightly and sending spasms of shivering through his entire body.
When the hand of his twin reached his chest, Elladan had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out. Elrohir knew exactly which contours to trace to elicit the most pleasurable sensations from his brother.
Elrohir leaned forward to touch his mouth to Elladan's. It was meant as a light kiss, but the younger twin had better ideas. Grasping his brother's lips with his own, he thrust his tongue between them. Elrohir stopped in surprise, pausing his ministrations briefly to fully enjoy the feeling of his brother inside his mouth.
"Cwm'n, dund sdup," Elladan murmured, his speech hindered somewhat by the other's lips. Smiling, Elrohir lifted his head, disengaging his mouth from Elladan's questing tongue, and took up the phial of honey again.
Elladan watched indulgently, tilting his head to the side, as Elrohir dribbled some of the amberish liquid onto the younger twin's stomach. The muscles in his abdomen twitched from the feeling, then contracted fully as Elrohir's lips grazed the area.
Elladan gasped as Elrohir's tongue darted out of his mouth to lick at the honey, lapping nearly all of the substance from his brother's pale skin.
Twisting his head, the elder twin moved further down his brother's abdomen, allowing more of the sticky yellow honey to lead the path of his tongue until finally he reached his destination.
The phial of honey was poised threateningly above Elladan's arousal, but no further movement was made. Growling in frustration, the younger twin urged Elrohir onwards by raising his hips slightly. "Ellir!" he snarled, using the name he had called his brother when they had not yet been old enough to speak and pronounce each other's names properly. "Please?"
"Ellir?" Elrohir asked, looking up at his brother, "Haven't heard that one for a while. But no - Edda - I think I should like keeping you in suspense for just a little while longer..."
A clear, loud bell chimed suddenly into the morning air, the sound reverberating through all of Rivendell. Both twins' heads whipped up at the noise. The sounds of birds chirping merrily outside ceased for a moment, and in the aftershock of that piercing noise ears seemed to continue ringing in its absence.
The sudden realisation crashed down on Elladan with the effect of a bucket of cold water being poured over him. Gasping, his eyes snapped open wide. By the looks of it, Elrohir had reached the same conclusions.
His head lifted from its work with lightning speed, his eyes wide as saucers and shock draining the red flush of his face to a pale white. A disbelieving glance passed between the twins, a whole conversation taking place in the space of a second.
"Father's Council," Elrohir breathed, still too shocked to move. The hot sensations of passion drained from Elladan's body slowly, leeched from him by the rapid insight that they had indeed completely forgotten about Elrond's Council.
"Father will never forgive us for being late!" the younger twin cried as Elrohir pried himself off of his brother's body, quickly gathering up the clothes that lay haphazardly strewn around the room upon the floor. Elladan, watching, presumed detachedly that he had really been in a hurry to get rid of them the previous night.
Moments passed as Elladan watched his brother dressing hastily, a growing panic slowly rising in the younger twin's stomach. "Elrohir..." he said warningly. Elrohir merely looked at him impatiently as he tied up the drawstrings of his leggings.
"Elrohir ... untie me ..." Elladan said, tugging futilely on the silken cords that still bound his wrists. Elrohir smiled, shaking his head.
The younger twin's mouth dropped open. "Elrohir! Untie me now! We're going to be late!"
"No, brother dear," his twin drawled, coming to the bead and leaning down to kiss him on the lips. Smiling too sweetly, he stood back and turned towards the door. "I'm going to be late."
"Elrohir!" Elladan hissed, careful to keep his voice down in case anyone should hear it. "Elrohir!" His brother paid no heed to his call, slipping out the door with the practised ease of one who had taken care not to be seen exiting Elladan's room for many, many years.
"Elrohir, get back here! Untie me, Elrohir!" the younger twin howled, throwing caution to the wind. He was answered by the stoic silence of the wooden door. "Aaah!" he yowled, beating his heels on the soft mattress underneath him in frustration. "I'm going to kill him!"
He paused, frowning, and listened hopefully for any sign that his brother would return. There was none; only the soft echo of birds twittering in their trees in the morning sun.
Elladan tugged violently at the silk ropes around his hands, growling in frustration. Elrohir had done his work well. Too well. The cords didn't budge. The younger twin gave one final tug before slumping back onto the bed, fuming.
Quiet steps thudded on the wood in the corridor that passed his chambers, and a soft scratching on the door betrayed the presence of another person outside. Elladan lifted his head, a small spark of hope lighting his heart. "Elrohir?" he cried expectantly.
"No," a voice answered. Listening carefully, Elladan recognised it as Glorfindel. "Can I come in?"
"No!" Elladan nearly screamed in horror, shaking his frantically though the other could not see it, and resuming to haul on the ropes binding him. "No, you can't come in!"
"Elladan? Are you alright?" Glorfindel's concerned voice breached the thick wood of the door.
"Perfectly fine!" the son of Elrond yelled, desperate to keep his father's councillor from entering his room and finding him in such a...compromising position. "Everything's fine!"
He could almost hear the deep frown forming on Glorfindel's forehead. "Are you sure?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm sure," Elladan replied.
The softest rustling of cloth from beyond the door drew the image of the blond Elf shrugging perfectly in the black-haired twin's mind. "Well," his voice proclaimed unsurely through the door, "If you're sure..."
"Oh, yes," Elladan laughed with a note of desperation. "Quite sure,"
Soft footsteps resounded down the passage as Glorfindel left without another word. The younger twin breathed a sigh of relief, ceasing his struggles and wishing his hands were free so he could wipe the beads of nervous sweat from his forehead.
He lay there blinking for a while in the new morning sun that slipped through his window to cast patches of yellow light on the quilts of his bed, waiting for the knots of tension in his stomach to unravel.
When nervousness had finally turned into a lingering relaxation of relief, and he could think halfway coherently again, it struck him that though Elrohir had gone to the Council without him, he was bound to wrangle the news from his twin anyway.
Also, while the elder twin had doomed himself to wear stuffy formal robes for as long as the Council endured - and this was bound to be more than a few hours - Elladan could enjoy the freedom of relaxing comfortably in his bed. His arms were well-toned and strong, and a small amount of time spent with them hanging numbly above his head could hardly do him any harm.
Grinning evilly, Elladan relished for a while in the sweet feeling of having foiled his brother's plan. Yes, he would wait here for Elrohir to return, tired and irritated from his long hours at the Council. Then Elladan would be well-rested and ready to exact his revenge.
A happy sigh coloured the air as the younger twin laid
back his head, burrowing deeply into his soft pillows. It
was not long after that sleep claimed him, sending him
into pleasurable dreams of everything he was going to do
to Elrohir when he returned.
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