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B. brandish (bran'dish) vt.: wave

Elladan/Elrohir

The door swung open, "Elrohir-" Elladan's voice died just as suddenly as he had opened the door as he met wide, embarrassed gray eyes identical to his own. Embarrassed because he had obviously caught his brother in an extremely private moment. Elladan's eyes dropped down to where Elrohir still gripped his arousal frozen in the moment. He quickly shut the door before anyone else happened by. The soft snick of the door closing freed his brother form his trance and the younger elf lunged for the sheet hanging over the edge of the bed and wrapped it around his waist. Elrohir dropped his chin toward his heaving chest letting his long hair obscure his flaming face.

Elladan walked forward slowly, quietly, so as not to spook his prey...he meant, his brother. "Elrohir, do not be ashamed. You have done nothing wrong. Although, "he allowed a little mirth to invade his tone, "the next time you decide to brandish your sword, maybe you should lock the door." He settled down on the bed beside his twin and Elrohir peeked at him through strands of chestnut hair.

"No one else enters without knocking and you are back early from sparring with Glorfindel."

Elladan put his arm around his brother, "Yes, our resident Balrog Slayer was in high spirits this day and fought with a lightness to his step that enabled him to defeat me even faster than usual." Elladan tugged playfully at the sheet covering his brother, "But do not let me disturb your sword practice, please, do continue. I may pick up a couple of pointers." He laughed when Elrohir glared at him from under his eyebrows.

"I think not. If you want to play with a sword, play with your own."

Elladan eased behind his brother, settling against his back with a leg to each side of his waist. He tugged on the sheet again, this time not so playfully. When Elrohir tightened his grip, he took the tip of one delicately pointed ear into his mouth, since Elrohir's hands were already clenched, reflex demanded counteraction and as soon as those slender fingers loosened their grip, Elladan pulled the sheet away. Elrohir made a half hearted grab for it but abandoned the effort when Elladan wrapped one arm around his slender waist and pulled him tighter against his chest, tongue playing with the sensitive ear tip.

"What are...what are you doing, Elladan?" Breathy, barely keeping from moaning.

Elladan released the reddened ear with a pop, "Helping you with your technique, little brother." Elladan attacked the long neck bared to him as his brother writhed in his grasp. He stroked and pumped and pulled the hard shaft between his brother's legs, eyes glued to what he was doing. When a particularly violent reaction from Elrohir disturbed his grip, he used his legs to pin his brother down and keep him spread wide and vulnerable to his touch.

Elrohir was lost in a storm of pleasure and so did not hear the knock at the door. Elladan did and more than that he recognized the pattern. His gaze shot to the lock...open. Well, this should be interesting. The door opened silently and gray eyes met blue and held. He wrapped his brother's hair around his free hand to keep his head tilted backwards away from the door and gave his erection a particularly hard twisting stroke. Elrohir came with a high keening sound and went taunt in his embrace, sending creamy white fluid running over his fingers. The door closed. Elladan turned his head to kiss his brother softly. He waited until Elrohir's breathing evened back out after he had wiped him down with the edge of the sheet.

"I meant to tell you before you distracted me," Elrohir snorted at that statement, "that a convoy form Lorien arrived earlier."

Elrohir raised his head sleepily, "Who came with them?"

Elladan smiled secretively, "Oh, the usual suspects."


Tomorrow the letter C.