Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight

Beta: Khylaren, Ilye

chapter seven

Erestor walked down the long, stone hall. All were asleep, except for the guards. His red satin sleep trousers whispered quietly as he stole soundlessly through the halls; the matching robe was unbound and fluttered in the light breeze. Erestor's hair was loose and hung in thick locks to his waist, and his eyes were dark, burning with need. His expression was feral, a half smile, half sneer, that revealed the long teeth usually kept hidden from view.

He slowed and then stopped, looking at the heavy door before him. His tongue trailed along the long teeth, then out to wet his lips. He was hungry.

The Noldo knocked on the door. He had hunted in the woods for almost a week, his hunger unsated and his desire hot in him. He could no longer stop himself.

Glorfindel opened the door, clad in a simple robe, and stared at Erestor.

"I need you," the vampire said simply, looking directly at Glorfindel, something he could not do with his Lord and Lady.

The Elda nodded and stepped back, allowing Erestor entrance to his suite. "I wondered if you would come."

Erestor leaned forward, his eyes closed and a smile on his lips. "I could smell you down the hall."

Glorfindel took his dagger from his night table. He watched Erestor kneel on the floor, eyes intent on Glorfindel's movements. The Elda easily made a cut in his wrist, the previous gash having long since healed. He offered the appendage to the hungry Elf, his heart racing. "Why do you fear me?"

The Noldo gently took Glorfindel's arm, bringing the wound to his lips. "I fear what I feel," he said, dragging his tongue lightly along the cut.

The blond hissed, though he throbbed with his own hunger. "What do you feel?"

"Love," Erestor said before latching onto his wrist, drinking deeply.

Glorfindel moaned. "Love..." His wrist stung with the strength of Erestor's suckling. "Erestor," he said, trying to pull his arm away. "Stop, you are hurting me." When Erestor's grip tightened, Glorfindel panicked. He grabbed Erestor's long hair and pulled, wrenching the Elf from his bleeding wrist. He looked down into wild eyes, sharp teeth and smeared blood. "You fear your love?" he asked, looking into the feral face.

"I fear my need for you!" Erestor snarled.

The Elda smiled. "You love me. You need me."

Erestor's the desperate gleam faded from Erestor's eyes. "Aye," he whispered.

"I love you. And I need you, too," Glorfindel said softly, bending down and capturing the red lips in a searing kiss. He tasted the copper of his blood and the sweetness of Erestor as he drove his tongue into the hot cavern of Erestor's mouth.

The dark Elf whimpered into the kiss and reached up, wrapping his arms around Glorfindel's neck. The Elda released the raven hair and drew Erestor up, breaking the kiss to pant. "Never be afraid," he said, licking at Erestor's lips. "You will never do more than I allow. Trust me."

Erestor looked into the cobalt eyes and slowly nodded. "I trust you."

"Come to bed, Erestor," Glorfindel said, taking Erestor's hand and pulling to the oversized mattress. Glorfindel smiled as he slipped Erestor's robe from his body; the dark Elf was trembling. "We can stop," he said, loosening the tie of Erestor's sleeping trousers.

"No," Erestor whispered, his trousers falling to the floor. He stood nude before Glorfindel, his pale, long limbs and slender body exposed utterly to his lover. "Please, do not stop."

Glorfindel kissed Erestor again, bringing the Noldo's hands to the waist of his trousers. Erestor's hands shook as he untied the tie and bared Glorfindel to his hungry eyes. Glorfindel bore Erestor down on the bed, pressing their bodies together for the first time. The Noldo was hard and damp, as ready as Glorfindel was to finally have one another. Erestor's legs parted eagerly, and Glorfindel nestled himself between the dark Elf's thighs. He began to tenderly kiss Erestor again, and the Elf pulled away.

"Do not be so gentle with me," Erestor panted. "I am no virgin maid to be cajoled into giving away my virtue."

The Elda nodded and returned to Erestor's lips, delving into the open mouth and claiming the Noldo as his. He moved against Erestor's body and they both moaned. Erestor drew his legs up, arching his back and begged with his body to simply be taken. Tonight was not the night for gentle lovemaking, and Glorfindel reached for the phial of oil in his night table. "Has it been long?" he asked, pouring oil into his palm.

"Just be generous with the oil and take me!" Erestor demanded, his face flushed and his body hard.

Glorfindel's shaft swelled with the word and he nodded. "Very well." He coated himself with the thick oil and rubbed two fingers against Erestor's opening. The Elda pressed forward, watching Erestor arc off the bed and into his hand.

Erestor's eyes slipped closed as he was breached. "Glorfindel!" he cried, biting his lip with his sharp teeth.

The Elda spread the lubricant deep into Erestor, and then withdrew his fingers. Before Erestor could complain, though, he thrust forward into the tight, trembling heat of his lover's body. "Oh, Erestor," he said, his moan a sharp contrast to the loud cry ripped from Erestor's throat. They both panted, lying still in each other's arms, until Erestor's muscles uncoiled. Glorfindel moved slowly at first, but Erestor's pleas for more -- more strength, more speed, just more -- drove the Elda to set a harsh, punishing pace.

The dark Elf clung to him, crying out with every forward thrust and moaning when Glorfindel withdrew from his heat. Glorfindel had never imagined the quiet, solemn Elf to be so wanton; Erestor wrapped his legs around Glorfindel's waist and the Elda plunged deeper into Erestor's passage. With every upward thrust of Erestor's hips, Glorfindel found himself propelled toward a shattering climax. "Erestor," he breathed, looking down into the damp face.

"Glorfindel," Erestor said, his lips parted and his eyes glazed. Erestor's body was tense, so needy, and Glorfindel took him in hand. "No, Glorfindel," he said, reaching up to bring his lips down for a kiss. "I want to taste you; I want to feel you fill me as I drink from you," the Noldo whispered, his lips brushing over Glorfindel's chin.

"Aye, Erestor," Glorfindel whispered and he slipped his arms under Erestor's back. He slowed their lovemaking, buried deep within Erestor and thrusting shallowly. Erestor brushed the hair back from Glorfindel's face and neck, running his tongue over the rapidly beating vein in his throat. "I trust you," Glorfindel whispered against Erestor's ear before he cried out, Erestor's teeth puncturing his skin.

There was only a momentary pain, and then a connection. He continued to move in Erestor, holding him close to his body as the vampire drank from him. Glorfindel moaned, an intense build up in his groin, and then he plummeted over the precipice. His seed flooded Erestor's passage, his orgasm long and draining.

Erestor sobbed against Glorfindel's throat, his arousal pressed between their snug bodies, and he soon found his own release. His essence spread, and he lifted his mouth, licking at the small wounds on Glorfindel's skin. The Elda continued to thrust, slowly coming down from the erotic heights Erestor had taken him to.

The sun was rising and Glorfindel blinked. In his arms, lost in reverie, was Erestor. The Elda had not thought he would ever have the dark Elf in his arms, and he smiled.

Glorfindel slipped from the bed, his muscles slightly stiff from all the intense use they had received during the night. Erestor had been insatiable, and Glorfindel had been happy to offer all he was to the Noldo. He entered the bathing chamber and looked into the mirror.

On his neck was a small bruise; one could mistake it for a passion mark. A matching bruise bloomed on the inside of his thigh. Glorfindel smiled, running his fingertips over the bite mark; he remembered his release coming as Erestor drank from that spot, the Noldo's seed filling his mouth as he swallowed Erestor's length. Aye, he was happy.

And sated.

Erestor's dark form appeared in the mirror. "Forgive me; I do not normally feed so... voraciously."

Glorfindel turned, kissing Erestor's swollen lips. "There is nothing to forgive, melethen. It was the most... wonderful night of my long life."

"Truly?" the Noldo asked, looking young and vulnerable.

"Truly," Glorfindel replied, kissing him again. "Do not leave my side or my bed, Erestor," he said, pulling the Elf into a crushing embrace.

Erestor choked on a sob. "I will never leave so long as you do not send me away."

"Never. I will never send you away," Glorfindel vowed.

A laugh, bright and clear, erupted from Erestor as he hugged his lover. "I am warm."


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next Translations melethen - my love		Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight Beta: Khylaren, Ilye chapter seven Erestor walked down the long, stone hall. All were asleep, except for the guards. His red satin sleep trousers whispered quietly as he stole soundlessly through the halls; the matching robe was unbound and fluttered in the light breeze. Erestor's hair was loose and hung in thick locks to his waist, and his eyes were dark, burning with need. His expression was feral, a half smile, half sneer, that revealed the long teeth usually kept hidden from view. He slowed and then stopped, looking at the heavy door before him. His tongue trailed along the long teeth, then out to wet his lips. He was hungry. The Noldo knocked on the door. He had hunted in the woods for almost a week, his hunger unsated and his desire hot in him. He could no longer stop himself. Glorfindel opened the door, clad in a simple robe, and stared at Erestor. "I need you," the vampire said simply, looking directly at Glorfindel, something he could not do with his Lord and Lady. The Elda nodded and stepped back, allowing Erestor entrance to his suite. "I wondered if you would come." Erestor leaned forward, his eyes closed and a smile on his lips. "I could smell you down the hall." Glorfindel took his dagger from his night table. He watched Erestor kneel on the floor, eyes intent on Glorfindel's movements. The Elda easily made a cut in his wrist, the previous gash having long since healed. He offered the appendage to the hungry Elf, his heart racing. "Why do you fear me?" The Noldo gently took Glorfindel's arm, bringing the wound to his lips. "I fear what I feel," he said, dragging his tongue lightly along the cut. The blond hissed, though he throbbed with his own hunger. "What do you feel?" "Love," Erestor said before latching onto his wrist, drinking deeply. Glorfindel moaned. "Love..." His wrist stung with the strength of Erestor's suckling. "Erestor," he said, trying to pull his arm away. "Stop, you are hurting me." When Erestor's grip tightened, Glorfindel panicked. He grabbed Erestor's long hair and pulled, wrenching the Elf from his bleeding wrist. He looked down into wild eyes, sharp teeth and smeared blood. "You fear your love?" he asked, looking into the feral face. "I fear my need for you!" Erestor snarled. The Elda smiled. "You love me. You need me." Erestor's the desperate gleam faded from Erestor's eyes. "Aye," he whispered. "I love you. And I need you, too," Glorfindel said softly, bending down and capturing the red lips in a searing kiss. He tasted the copper of his blood and the sweetness of Erestor as he drove his tongue into the hot cavern of Erestor's mouth. The dark Elf whimpered into the kiss and reached up, wrapping his arms around Glorfindel's neck. The Elda released the raven hair and drew Erestor up, breaking the kiss to pant. "Never be afraid," he said, licking at Erestor's lips. "You will never do more than I allow. Trust me." Erestor looked into the cobalt eyes and slowly nodded. "I trust you." "Come to bed, Erestor," Glorfindel said, taking Erestor's hand and pulling to the oversized mattress. Glorfindel smiled as he slipped Erestor's robe from his body; the dark Elf was trembling. "We can stop," he said, loosening the tie of Erestor's sleeping trousers. "No," Erestor whispered, his trousers falling to the floor. He stood nude before Glorfindel, his pale, long limbs and slender body exposed utterly to his lover. "Please, do not stop." Glorfindel kissed Erestor again, bringing the Noldo's hands to the waist of his trousers. Erestor's hands shook as he untied the tie and bared Glorfindel to his hungry eyes. Glorfindel bore Erestor down on the bed, pressing their bodies together for the first time. The Noldo was hard and damp, as ready as Glorfindel was to finally have one another. Erestor's legs parted eagerly, and Glorfindel nestled himself between the dark Elf's thighs. He began to tenderly kiss Erestor again, and the Elf pulled away. "Do not be so gentle with me," Erestor panted. "I am no virgin maid to be cajoled into giving away my virtue." The Elda nodded and returned to Erestor's lips, delving into the open mouth and claiming the Noldo as his. He moved against Erestor's body and they both moaned. Erestor drew his legs up, arching his back and begged with his body to simply be taken. Tonight was not the night for gentle lovemaking, and Glorfindel reached for the phial of oil in his night table. "Has it been long?" he asked, pouring oil into his palm. "Just be generous with the oil and take me!" Erestor demanded, his face flushed and his body hard. Glorfindel's shaft swelled with the word and he nodded. "Very well." He coated himself with the thick oil and rubbed two fingers against Erestor's opening. The Elda pressed forward, watching Erestor arc off the bed and into his hand. Erestor's eyes slipped closed as he was breached. "Glorfindel!" he cried, biting his lip with his sharp teeth. The Elda spread the lubricant deep into Erestor, and then withdrew his fingers. Before Erestor could complain, though, he thrust forward into the tight, trembling heat of his lover's body. "Oh, Erestor," he said, his moan a sharp contrast to the loud cry ripped from Erestor's throat. They both panted, lying still in each other's arms, until Erestor's muscles uncoiled. Glorfindel moved slowly at first, but Erestor's pleas for more -- more strength, more speed, just more -- drove the Elda to set a harsh, punishing pace. The dark Elf clung to him, crying out with every forward thrust and moaning when Glorfindel withdrew from his heat. Glorfindel had never imagined the quiet, solemn Elf to be so wanton; Erestor wrapped his legs around Glorfindel's waist and the Elda plunged deeper into Erestor's passage. With every upward thrust of Erestor's hips, Glorfindel found himself propelled toward a shattering climax. "Erestor," he breathed, looking down into the damp face. "Glorfindel," Erestor said, his lips parted and his eyes glazed. Erestor's body was tense, so needy, and Glorfindel took him in hand. "No, Glorfindel," he said, reaching up to bring his lips down for a kiss. "I want to taste you; I want to feel you fill me as I drink from you," the Noldo whispered, his lips brushing over Glorfindel's chin. "Aye, Erestor," Glorfindel whispered and he slipped his arms under Erestor's back. He slowed their lovemaking, buried deep within Erestor and thrusting shallowly. Erestor brushed the hair back from Glorfindel's face and neck, running his tongue over the rapidly beating vein in his throat. "I trust you," Glorfindel whispered against Erestor's ear before he cried out, Erestor's teeth puncturing his skin. There was only a momentary pain, and then a connection. He continued to move in Erestor, holding him close to his body as the vampire drank from him. Glorfindel moaned, an intense build up in his groin, and then he plummeted over the precipice. His seed flooded Erestor's passage, his orgasm long and draining. Erestor sobbed against Glorfindel's throat, his arousal pressed between their snug bodies, and he soon found his own release. His essence spread, and he lifted his mouth, licking at the small wounds on Glorfindel's skin. The Elda continued to thrust, slowly coming down from the erotic heights Erestor had taken him to. The sun was rising and Glorfindel blinked. In his arms, lost in reverie, was Erestor. The Elda had not thought he would ever have the dark Elf in his arms, and he smiled. Glorfindel slipped from the bed, his muscles slightly stiff from all the intense use they had received during the night. Erestor had been insatiable, and Glorfindel had been happy to offer all he was to the Noldo. He entered the bathing chamber and looked into the mirror. On his neck was a small bruise; one could mistake it for a passion mark. A matching bruise bloomed on the inside of his thigh. Glorfindel smiled, running his fingertips over the bite mark; he remembered his release coming as Erestor drank from that spot, the Noldo's seed filling his mouth as he swallowed Erestor's length. Aye, he was happy. And sated. Erestor's dark form appeared in the mirror. "Forgive me; I do not normally feed so... voraciously." Glorfindel turned, kissing Erestor's swollen lips. "There is nothing to forgive, melethen. It was the most... wonderful night of my long life." "Truly?" the Noldo asked, looking young and vulnerable. "Truly," Glorfindel replied, kissing him again. "Do not leave my side or my bed, Erestor," he said, pulling the Elf into a crushing embrace. Erestor choked on a sob. "I will never leave so long as you do not send me away." "Never. I will never send you away," Glorfindel vowed. A laugh, bright and clear, erupted from Erestor as he hugged his lover. "I am warm."