Title: Slaves to Love
Author: Vesta
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be. I'm only playing
with them for a short bit.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are slaves to their love for each
other.
Author's Note: I saw the latest picture by NEMESI and the plot bunny
hit. Her pic is the same title as this vignette...Slaves to Love.
So Nemesi my dearest, this is for YOU!!!!


Erestor smirked as he looked into the room and got an idea, he
quickly made his way back to he and Glorfindel's guest quarters. He
picked up a small phial with a grin and slipped it into the pocket
of his robes.

Quickly he made his way down the halls of Thranduil's home to the
courtyard, ready to welcome his husband back. They were here so
that Glorfindel could give special training to Thranduil's guards
and had been here for a fortnight.

He stopped at the entrance of the caves, not venturing out into the
storm that was passing over. He strained his neck looking for the
golden hair of his lover, heat washing through him as he spotted
Glorfindel dismounting from Asfaloth.

Golden hair was plastered to his head, tendrils stuck to his cheeks
as Glorfindel turned his blue eyes meeting the black of his
husband's. He was wearing tight black leggings with thigh high
boots, a green undershirt and brown tunic. Erestor ran out into the
storm, throwing himself into Glorfindel's arms.

"You did not need to come into the rain like this my love."
Glorfindel laughed as he held his darkling husband close.

"What is a little water, when it is compared to being in your arms
my golden warrior?"

Glorfindel kissed him deeply, uncaring of those who were witnessing
their love. When he pulled away, heat washed through him at the
lust that was shining in his little lover's eyes. An answering heat
washed through him, and he pulled Erestor closer.

Leaning down he whispered in his ear, "Come my small one, I wish to
feel myself buried deep inside of you." Erestor grinned up and
pulled him into the halls of the caves.

As they were ready to pass a large hall, Erestor pulled Glorfindel
into it with a grin and shut the large doors. Glorfindel looked at
Erestor curiously. His eyes opening wide as he realized Erestor's
intention. Erestor stepped back from him and slowly unbuttoned his
robes, allowing to drop to the floor, leaving him completely bare.

"Erestor we should not..." He was cut off as his slight husband
threw himself into Glorfindel's arms, causing him to groan at
feeling the naked heat of him. Glorfindel tightened his arms around
Erestor's waist and kissed him deeply. Heatedly.

He found his tunic joining Erestor's robes on the floor, his green
undershirt untied, leaving him free to Erestor's roving mouth. His
head fell back as a hot mouth latched onto one of his nipples,
pulling a small groan from his mouth. He protested the loss of his
lover's body when Erestor pulled away, and watched with darkened
eyes as Erestor undid his leggings, even while pulling him to the
large piece of furniture that dominated this room.

When his hardened heat had been exposed, he was pushed to sit on the
large elaborate chair, smiling when Erestor moved to his robes and
retrieved a phial of oil from a pocket. He soon found his arms full
of naked elf again, his husband now covered in the dirt that had
graced him when he arrived.

Erestor straddled his hips and he watched as his lover grinned
playfully up at him and uncorked the phial before tilting it. The
oil glistened upon Erestor's fingers and Glorfindel drew his
breath in with a hiss as he watched Erestor reach behind himself.
Glorfindel attacked his exposed throat when he let his head fall
back with a soft cry. Erestor impaled himself upon his own fingers,
brushing that spot deep within over and over.

Glorfindel in between bites upon his husband's neck, would pull back
and watch as Erestor undid himself. His lover was so wanton when
they were alone, letting the pure sensuality of his soul loose. He
felt blessed that he, and he alone had ever had the grace of seeing
such a beautiful sight.

He hissed when he felt Erestor tip the phial and pour oil onto his
raging heat and slicked a hand down his length. Kissing him deeply,
Erestor moved his legs so that he was no longer straddling
Glorfindel, but lowering himself down onto him, sat impaled upon him
with his legs hanging over each side of the armrests.

Glorfindel leaned forward slightly to take Erestor's lips with his,
the kiss desperate and full of need, even as he grasped tightly to a
firm thigh with one hand, his other wrapped around Erestor's back.
Then he thrust up for the first time. Two voices cried out with an
echo in the large chamber and the pace was set.

His hands moved to Erestor's hips and he leaned back, thrusting up
into his husband harshly, the velvet heat grasping him. Cries and
words of love filled the chamber as they came together in heat and
love, lust and devotion.

Glorfindel moaned as he felt Erestor take himself in hand, stroking
himself quickly to completion, his head falling back as he spilled
his seed between them. The tight passage that he was sheathed so
deeply in, milked his essence from him and with a shout Glorfindel
came, pulling Erestor down upon him as tightly as he could. Burying
deep within as he coated the inner walls with his seed.

Erestor fell forward, resting his head upon his husband's shoulder
as they whispered words of love and dedication as they both
recovered. Suddenly the doors opened and each turned their heads
languidly with sated smiles upon their lips.

"We will talk of this once you two have sufficiently recovered,"
came an amused voice. They both grinned, still seated upon the
large elaborate chair upon the dais, and watched as Thranduil
escorted his shocked and scandalized advisors back out with a laugh
and closed the doors once again to his throne room.

end