Title: Sensual

Author: Morgana
Author’s Email: morganalebeau@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon

Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel

Rating: NC-17
Summary: Glorfindel tells Erestor that the Advisor lacks all sensuality and Elrond dares Erestor to prove their friend wrong.

Disclaimer: Not mine. These characters belong to Professor Tolkien. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm not making any money out of these stories!

Warning: AU

Beta read by Patricia and DA, thanks, sweeties!

All remaining mistakes are mine.

Sensual

"Erestor, admit it! You are the opposite of sensual! There is absolutely nothing erotic about you!" Glorfindel shook his head and his golden locks moved along with the motion, caressing his face and neck in the process. The warrior sat opposite the Chief Advisor and pointed a finger at Erestor. "You dress in black, look miserable all day long, and, as far as I can remember, you never had a lover!"

Elrond sucked in his breath. This outburst on Glorfindel's part had been coming for quite some time, but he hadn't expected for the warrior to speak *that* bluntly.

They were having dinner in Elrond's rooms and had been enjoying a rather peaceful evening, until their subject had somehow changed to dancing and the sensual movements dancers displayed. That had been Glorfindel's cue to 'attack' Erestor.

Elrond stared at Glorfindel for a moment. The golden-haired warrior seemed to realize just how blunt he had been and Elrond could see him trying to think of ways to make up for his rather rude words. But Elrond knew Erestor well enough to know that no matter what Glorfindel said the Advisor would not forgive him easily. This was a sore spot where Erestor was concerned and Elrond knew why. "Glorfindel, what you said was rude. Maybe you should apologize." Elrond did his best to salvage what was left of the situation.

Glorfindel's eyes narrowed and then hardened before he shook his head. "Nay, I spoke the truth. Erestor does not even know what sensuality is!"

Elrond's gaze shifted from Glorfindel's face to Erestor's and his features contorted at seeing the chilly expression that had appeared in his friend's dark eyes. Should he try to mediate between his friends? Glorfindel didn't know about Erestor's past and Erestor would doubtlessly misunderstand Glorfindel's reason for saying those things. "My friends, we should change our topic." But his attempt failed. Erestor pushed back his chair and rose.

Glorfindel leaned back in his chair and studied the Chief Advisor. He had known Erestor for years and had yet to see something sensual or seductive about the solemn Elf. It was true: Erestor always dressed in black, wore his long, raven hair tightly braided down his back, and never smiled. The dark eyes stared frostily at him and it took all of Glorfindel's courage to not break eye-contact. He didn't want to give Erestor the satisfaction that he had won their staring contest.

"You are entitled to your opinion, Glorfindel." Although the words indicated Erestor wasn't grieved, the Advisor's tone revealed the opposite. The tone was bitter and icy and showed how much Glorfindel's words had affected the dark-haired Elf. "I am tired and will retire now. Please excuse me."

Elrond blinked. Erestor was retreating? That was not what he had thought would happen. Quickly, Elrond rose from his chair and walked up to his friend. He placed a hand upon Erestor's shoulder, and as hoped, Erestor stopped walking to look at the half-Elf. That had been Elrond's intention all along.

"Erestor," he whispered into Erestor's ear so Glorfindel couldn't hear them. "Erestor, Glorfindel does not really know you and I cannot blame him for ruffling your feathers a little. You *have* kept him at a distance since he arrived. Glorfindel does not know you the way I do. Why do you not prove him wrong? How long has it been since you indulged your more playful side? You would love letting go and you know it. What are you afraid of?" Elrond had said all the right words; Erestor's burning look told him so.

"Why should I bother to prove him wrong, Elrond? What do I gain by doing so?"

Elrond didn't wither under Erestor's glare, knowing Erestor wasn't really angry with him. This was Erestor's way of keeping everyone at a distance. But it wasn't going to work. "Erestor, I remember those evenings when you would dance for us. Why did you stop doing so? Because Ereinion died? I loved him too, Erestor, but life goes on."

Ereinion, Erestor, and he had been friends – very good friends – and Ereinion had often cajoled Erestor into dancing for them. "Is it because Glorfindel reminds you of him? Of Ereinion?" That could very well be, Elrond decided. Glorfindel was enthusiastic, adventurous, courageous, and a true warrior who valued his honor above all else. At times, Glorfindel reminded him of Ereinion as well.

Erestor glared at Elrond. He had been holding on to his composure for the last few minutes since he didn't want to become emotional in Glorfindel's presence. He couldn't believe that Elrond was addressing the matter now! "Leave it be, Elrond. I have no desire to prove anything to Glorfindel." Elrond was right though: he had shut away a part of himself after Ereinion had died. He had once been a cheerful, playful, and lighthearted Elf. Glorfindel wouldn't have recognized him back then.

Glorfindel had allowed Elrond to have his private moment with Erestor but soon grew impatient – and curious. He pushed back his chair and approached the two dark-haired Elves, cocking his head. "How about a challenge, Erestor? Prove to me that you are a sensual being."

"Why should I?" Erestor gave Glorfindel a haughty look.

"Because if you win I will let you order me around for a day – or a night, whichever you prefer." A cheeky grin accompanied Glorfindel's words. "Think of it… Would you not love to boss me around?"

The reward did sound promising...and it was true. Erestor and Glorfindel often were at odds with each other because the Captain refused to cooperate with the Advisor in most affairs. Bickering was a daily occurrence and the evening usually ended with Erestor slamming the door shut behind him. "I accept." Erestor blinked as he realized what he had just agreed to. What had made him do it? He had been so determined to stand his ground and not give in!

Elrond grinned lazily. This was the best possible outcome! "I suggest you answer Glorfindel's challenge tomorrow evening. Both Glorfindel and you are excused from having dinner with me in the Hall of Fire. And Erestor, you do not need to join me tomorrow to work on my correspondence. I can do without you for a day and I *know* you need to prepare."

Now it was Glorfindel's turn to feel curious. Prepare? Why did Erestor need to prepare?

"Come to my rooms at sunset," Erestor addressed Glorfindel shakily. Suddenly, he didn't feel so sure of himself any more. What had he gotten himself into? He glared at Elrond, blaming the half-Elf for getting him in this situation.

"I will be there." Glorfindel inclined his head in acceptance and watched Erestor practically flee the room. The Chief Advisor didn't disappoint him and slammed the door. "What was that about?" he asked Elrond as he turned toward the half-Elf to probe the expression in the gray eyes.

"Oh, I envy you, Glorfindel. You truly are a lucky Elf." And with those puzzling words, Elrond left Glorfindel standing near the doorway. He returned to the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and chuckled as he saw Glorfindel's mystified expression. The warrior really had no idea just how privileged he was!

~~~

Erestor closed the door to his rooms and leaned against it for comfort. Bowing his head, he wondered what he had done. There was a reason why Glorfindel and he were constantly at odds with each other and Elrond had been right about his reason to keep Glorfindel at arm's length. The blond Elf reminded him too much of Ereinion and the former High-King, Elrond, and he had been inseparable at one time. They had worked very closely together during that last war and had looked upon each other as brothers. Ereinion had loved seeing him dance and had often teased him, saying he looked too exotic to be an Elf.

//You are a force of nature…a sprite…sensual and erotic and a true delight to behold. You are everything most Elves are not, Erestor.//

At the time, the words had pleased him, but he didn't know if he could pull off the same performance with Glorfindel watching him. He had fallen for the warrior many years ago and had done his best to deny those feelings.

But Elrond had maneuvered him into this situation and there was no way out for him. He *had* to do this.

~~~

"You should dress up for tonight." Elrond watched Glorfindel closely. The golden-haired Elf had just stepped out of the bathroom and his fair hair and tanned skin were still slightly damp. "Trust me in this." Elrond slipped his hands into his long sleeves and gave Glorfindel a conspiring look. He would have loved to accompany his friend that night, but Erestor had only invited Glorfindel.

Glorfindel narrowed his eyes. "Why should I dress up? What do you know that I do not?" Glorfindel opened the closet and looked through his wardrobe.

"Oh, I know that dressing up might pay off for you." Elrond even went so far as to give Glorfindel a wink. "You might think that Erestor is bereft of passion, but I know better. There is a lot of fire hidden beneath the chilly exterior."

Glorfindel sighed and decided to indulge Elrond. He selected an emerald-green shirt, which he combined with tight-fitting black leggings. Leather boots completed his outfit and he sat down in front of the mirror to brush his hair.

"Wear it loose tonight," Elrond suggested. "I have the feeling Erestor likes it that way."

Glorfindel gave Elrond a questioning look via the mirror. "You seem awfully satisfied with the fact that Erestor accepted my challenge." He left the question itself unspoken.

"Aye, I am extremely pleased that Erestor accepted!" Elrond walked over to Glorfindel, caught the brush between his hands, and took over brushing Glorfindel's damp hair. "You do not know him the way I do, my friend. Erestor will surprise you."

Glorfindel suddenly felt suspicious. Why did Elrond *really* feel so pleased?

Elrond caught his friend's inquisitive look and shrugged his shoulders. "I might be wrong – though I do not think I am – but it seems to me the two of you argue a lot to cover up the fact that you are actually attracted to each other." Glorfindel opened his mouth to protest, but a stern look from Elrond made him reconsider.

Elrond was right of course. The only way he could obtain some attention from Erestor was by annoying the Advisor. When they bickered, Erestor *had* to acknowledge him!

Elrond finished tidying up Glorfindel's mane and placed the brush aside. Next, he rested his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Try to relax tonight. Go to Erestor and allow him to show you a new side of his personality."

"You are making me nervous," Glorfindel answered as he looked at Elrond in the mirror. "Should I take my sword with me so I can fend him off?"

Elrond leaned in closer and smiled at Glorfindel. Looking in the mirror, he saw the wariness in his friend's eyes and he felt like he should soothe him. His lips touched the golden hair and left an innocent kiss on the strands. It was the first time ever that he had kissed that fair hair and Glorfindel's eyes had darkened at seeing him do it. "Erestor likes you, Glorfindel. I am certain of that. You do not need to feel nervous. Just go to him." Elrond stepped back and smiled at his friend. "Erestor is not the Elf you think he is."

Elrond's words hadn't calmed Glorfindel at all and he *did* wonder if he should at least take a dagger with him. Elrond's so-called assurances had only increased his anxiety. Just what was he supposed to expect?

~~~

Glorfindel's knock on Erestor's door sounded more subdued than it normally would. Since he didn't know what to expect, he had decided to proceed with caution. He was actually hoping that Erestor wouldn't answer for then he could return to his rooms.

"You may enter, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel's tension doubled. Erestor's voice somehow sounded different, deeper and...dare he say it...sensual. He pushed down the door handle and left the door ajar. At first, he thought it was completely dark in Erestor's rooms, but then he noticed the scented candles that were scattered throughout the bedroom. He had been in Erestor's rooms before and had even back then wondered why the solemn Advisor kept a big, luxurious four-poster bed in his bedroom.

Stepping into the room, Glorfindel closed the door behind him. He stayed close to the doorway though, just in case he needed to flee – for whatever reason.

"Walk over to the bed and sit down on it." Erestor's heart thundered in his throat and he damned Elrond for making him do this. He had used most of the day to prepare for that night. He had bought the scented candles, had fixed his costume, and had spent hours in the public baths.

Glorfindel scanned the room and finally detected a shadowed form near the window. "Erestor? Is that you? Why the secrecy?" What Glorfindel hadn't expected was for music to sound from the adjourning room. Someone was playing the lyre and beating a drum, supplying them with a rousing rhythm that echoed through the room. The flames of the candles projected forms onto the walls and Glorfindel tensed up further.

"Sit down, Glorfindel. You dared me to do this. Now you need to follow through." Oddly enough, knowing Glorfindel was also uneasy settled Erestor's raging nerves. He had been afraid that Glorfindel would act smug and cocky, but it appeared that the warrior was apprehensive as well.

Glorfindel sat down and realized how warm and soft Erestor's bedding felt. He moved his fingers over the fabric and found Erestor kept silken sheets on his bed.

Erestor drew in a deep breath and closed his mind. He concentrated on the rhythm of the music and started to move. He had asked two minstrels to play certain melodies for him that night and, since he knew them by heart, he danced to them with confidence and a hint of pride.

Glorfindel swallowed hard when Erestor's form finally left the shadows. His eyes almost bulged from their sockets as he saw how Erestor was dressed and moving. He had never thought the serious Elf could look and move so sensually. Erestor's long, raven hair hung loosely down his shoulders and moved against the small of his back. It was the first time ever that Glorfindel saw Erestor wear it loose instead of braided back and it instantly gave Erestor an exotic look. Colored beads had been braided into the strands and straps of brown and red leather had been wrapped about thin braids which framed Erestor's face.

The face… That handsome face…

Glorfindel's fingers clawed at the sheets when he saw that Erestor had applied kohl to his eyes. Erestor's eyes, already dark, now stared back at him from a sea of white and made Erestor look like a waif – a very attractive, sensual, and mysterious waif. Glorfindel's gaze traveled lower and his eyes fastened on the loose-fitting trousers Erestor was wearing. The material looked soft and moved with every motion Erestor made. It looked like silk, or perhaps satin, and left little to the imagination.

Erestor's confidence grew as he saw Glorfindel stare at him. It was obvious that his appearance had overwhelmed the golden-haired warrior. That in turn gave him courage. Swaying his hips and moving his arms in a snakelike manner, he danced toward Glorfindel, giving the warrior deep, meaningful looks. After all, Glorfindel had dared him to do this. He doubted Glorfindel would call him unattractive ever again. Not after this performance.

Glorfindel felt entranced. His gaze followed Erestor's every step and he practically drooled as he watched the dark-haired Elf rotate his hips in a very wicked manner. The attraction, desire, and maybe even love which he had always suppressed shot to the surface and he wanted nothing more than to crush Erestor to him and plunder those lips.

Erestor was blissfully unaware of the lustful sensations that plagued Glorfindel and moved closer to the warrior. Twisting his arms above his head, he threw back his head and thrust his pelvis forward.

Glorfindel's fingers clawed the sheets harder and almost tore the fabric. How could he have ever accused Erestor of not being physically attractive? Erestor had become liquid sensuality and sex fairly oozed from his pores. Glorfindel's control snapped and he reached for Erestor, who had moved within his range. He resolutely grabbed hold of the dancing beauty, pulled him close, and pressed his lips onto Erestor’s with a savage need.

Glorfindel's action stunned Erestor, who had not expected for something like that to happen. He had wanted to tease Glorfindel a bit and show him that he could be erotic when he wanted to, but he hadn't anticipated this particular response. Glorfindel's tongue was prying his lips apart, and once the warrior had succeeded in doing that, it slipped into his mouth and the tip ran along his palate. The intimate caress made him moan and he closed his eyes, enjoying this in spite of his plans of keeping Glorfindel at a distance.

The fact that Erestor was allowing this stunned Glorfindel and the warrior made good use of Erestor's momentary weakness. He slipped his hands into the raven mane and closed his fingers around the strands. He had a tight hold on Erestor's head and deepened the kiss, not even giving Erestor a chance to take in a breath when the dancer began to pant. A seductive, sweet scent invaded his nostrils and all Glorfindel could think was of how good Erestor smelled.

Erestor was jolted back to reality when he realized he was fighting for breath. Glorfindel had assumed control and he wasn't going to allow that. Mirroring Glorfindel's possessive hold on him, Erestor grabbed hold of the golden mane. At the same time, he used his weight to push Glorfindel down onto his back and straddled the warrior's lap, taking command again.

Glorfindel realized what had happened, but was unable to stop it. Erestor felt good on top of him and the bare skin beneath his fingertips caused sparks to fly between their bodies. Staring into Erestor's bewitching eyes, he relinquished control to the dark-haired Elf. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but would allow Erestor to do as he pleased.

Erestor had always loved being the one setting the pace. Not because he was driven to dominate his lover, but because he wanted his partner to experience the full extent of their love making. He was bent on pleasing Glorfindel and he was convinced that he could do that best when he was the one with the power.

Oh, why had he fought this? Glorfindel tasted sweet and yet at the same time the warrior's heavy masculine, musky scent reminded him that he was dealing with a seasoned warrior and no perfumed youth. Bowing his head, his raven hair became a curtain that shielded their faces from the outside world. Staring into Glorfindel's eyes, he realized that the fair Elf hadn't expected for anything like this to happen either. Glorfindel was stunned as well.

Glorfindel moved his hands lower and cupped the back of Erestor's neck in one palm, while his other hand trailed down the Advisor's bare chest. The nipples already stood at attention and Glorfindel succumbed to the temptation of rubbing one between his fingertips. Erestor's reaction was instant. He growled and threw back his head, causing his hair to wildly sweep through the air. Erestor looked like a force of nature, sensual, elemental, and primal – the very things Glorfindel had never seen in the other Elf before.

Grinding his buttocks against Glorfindel's groin, Erestor took the lead again. He was wild with passion and need. Glorfindel's actions fueled his own and he fumbled with the lacing of Glorfindel's leggings. Frustrated, he tore at them. They snapped and released their treasure from its confines. Glorfindel's erection bobbed free and Erestor wasted no time in worshiping the hard flesh.

Glorfindel's eyes widened in surprise as warm, wet lips suckled his flesh and moved down his length until Erestor had taken him completely. A part of him couldn't believe that this was actually happening, but another part that was filling with blood told him otherwise. This was happening. Erestor was having his wicked way with him! "Too close…" He was close to finding release and he wasn't certain Erestor wanted to go so far as swallowing his essence. Glorfindel managed to prop himself up onto his elbows and watched Erestor slide up and down his length. Erestor knew exactly what he was doing – and what he wanted – and suddenly Glorfindel realized this was only the beginning. Erestor fully intended to finish what Glorfindel had started.

Erestor licked along the slit and then raised his head to look Glorfindel in the eye. The blond Elf teetered on the edge of climax and Erestor didn't want the warrior to come yet. In that moment he realized just how right Elrond had been. Glorfindel and he had been at each other's throats because they were attracted to each other.

"Erestor…" Glorfindel raised a hand and caressed Erestor's face. The lips, dark and bruised, looked inviting and Glorfindel traced their outline with a fingertip.

"Do not speak…" Erestor stepped into command once more. He didn't want the magic of the moment to be undone. Attacking Glorfindel's lips yet again, he locked them in an all-consuming kiss. At the same time, his fingers managed to undo the buttons of Glorfindel's shirt and he growled when he could finally pinch the nipples.

"What are you doing to me?" Glorfindel whispered in-between Erestor's heated kisses.

Erestor gave Glorfindel a probing look and then pushed himself into an upright position. It only took him a few seconds to rid himself of his loose-fitting trousers and once he was fully naked, he returned to straddling Glorfindel's waist. Their erections touched, rubbed against each other, and grew slick with pre-ejaculate.

The dreamy, cloudy look that had appeared in Erestor's sinful eyes took Glorfindel's breath away and during one moment, all he could think of was thrusting upwards and burying himself in Erestor's heat. Erestor groaned, raised himself, curled his fingers around Glorfindel's length, and then lowered himself, impaling himself on the hard, slick shaft.

Glorfindel arched his back at the unexpected sensation and buried himself even deeper in the tight passage. Erestor swayed atop of him and Glorfindel quickly placed his hands on either side of the dark-haired Elf's waist. Steadying Erestor, Glorfindel moved his hips, rotating them and trying to find that spot inside his lover's passage that would bring Erestor bliss.

At first, Glorfindel tried to slow Erestor down when the dark-haired beauty began to ride him, but in the end, he gave up. Seeing Erestor take himself in such a passionate way catapulted Glorfindel to ecstasy. "Kiss me," he ordered, needing to taste Erestor's lips once more.

Erestor complied and bowed forward. Glorfindel's hands moved up Erestor's back and crushed him against his chest. Raising his hips repeatedly, he drove himself home and brought them both to orgasm. Erestor found release first and warm cream erupted between their bellies.

Surrendering to the divine sensations coursing through his lower body, Erestor continued to kiss Glorfindel. He suckled the tip of the warrior's tongue and moaned loudly.

That moan was what pushed Glorfindel over the edge. Climaxing, he continued to crush Erestor close to him. He was determined to savor each moment of this encounter.

Feeling exhausted, Erestor collapsed atop of Glorfindel and rested his upper body upon the warrior's. Glorfindel was panting hard beneath him and he moved along with each breath Glorfindel drew in. A fine layer of sweat had formed on his body, and with the adrenaline wearing off, he was beginning to feel sore. He had taken himself in the spur of the moment and had forgotten to use any oil. Glorfindel was still inside of him, still hard, and Erestor moaned pitifully.

Glorfindel surrendered to the pleasure he was experiencing. During that very moment, he realized just how much they he had fooled themselves. It was time to stop pretending. "I am in love with you, Erestor. I have been in love with you for quite some time." Erestor tensed in his arms. It was probably the last thing the Advisor had expected to hear. A moment later, the raven head lifted and the dark eyes met his. "It is true."

Emotions overwhelmed Erestor. He had acted on instinct and hadn't thought through his actions. He had never considered that they could end up making love to each other when he had accepted Glorfindel's challenge. "You do?" Glorfindel's member had softened and left his body, making him feel empty and bereft. "You fooled me."

Glorfindel smiled at Erestor and then shrugged his shoulders. "You fooled me too."

"Are you saying I have feelings for you?" Erestor tried to glare at Glorfindel, but he failed to pull it off. For some reason, instead of a glare, a soft frown appeared on his brow.

"Stop the pretense, Erestor. You love me and I love you." Glorfindel eased Erestor's head back onto his chest and stroked the raven locks. "Elrond was the only one who saw the games we were playing. He probably grew tired of them and that is why he dared you to accept my challenge. I do not regret him pushing us into doing this."

Erestor purred. At the moment, he felt too warm and too content to argue with Glorfindel. Maybe he would do so once he felt rested. "Do you always talk this much after making love?"

Glorfindel sucked in his breath. "You admit to having feelings for me, then? Why else would you call it that?" Would Erestor admit to the truth?

"I reckon there is no reason to deny the truth any more." Erestor rubbed his face against Glorfindel's muscular chest. "What gave me away?"

"The way you deepened that kiss." Glorfindel ran his fingers through Erestor's hair and then began to massage the nape of his lover's neck. "Elrond is right...you should dance more often."

Erestor smiled against Glorfindel's skin. "So… You no longer think of me as asexual and unattractive?" It looked like he had won this challenge.

"You proved me wrong." Glorfindel nudged Erestor and the dark-haired Elf raised his head to look at him. The dark eyes were heavily clouded with the remnants of lust and satiation, and Glorfindel wished he could grow erect at that very moment so he could experience those feelings of bliss again. "You are sensual…and erotic. But please answer me this: where did you learn to dance like that? The way you move is dangerous, Erestor. You could rob youngsters of their innocence and seasoned warriors like me of their sanity." Erestor's eyes hid nothing from him and Glorfindel realized that this was the real Erestor – the one that had been hiding from him.

"I came across a band of wandering minstrels and dancers once – in my youth -- a long time ago. They fascinated me and they taught me their art." Erestor wickedly dragged the tip of his tongue along Glorfindel's throat, making the warrior shiver.

"I should be grateful then…" Another surge of lust and passion swept through Glorfindel and his member stirred again. "Will you dance for me again tomorrow evening?"

"Will you ravish me again tomorrow evening?"

"If it pleases you, I will," Glorfindel said, happily returning the teasing. He was content and relieved that they had finally dealt with the tension between them.

"Aye, it would please me." Erestor rested his head again on Glorfindel's chest and grinned naughtily as he felt his lover harden beneath him. "It would also please me if you ravished me again this very moment."

"But this time, we should use oil." Glorfindel pushed his hands beneath Erestor's face, lifted it, and smiled at the sated Elf resting atop of him. "Erestor?"

Erestor smiled coyly at him. "What is it?"

"I am going to ravish you again."

Erestor purred again, most pleased. "I am not stopping you." Kissing Glorfindel, he realized he should feel thankful that Elrond had become involved. Without the half-Elf, Glorfindel wouldn't have challenged him and he would never have danced for Glorfindel. In-between kisses, Erestor whispered, "I have a challenge for you, Glorfindel."

"And what might that be?" Using his strength on the lithe Elf, Glorfindel rolled Erestor onto his back. He then settled between the parted legs and stared at the vision smiling adoringly at him. "By Elbereth, I will do anything you want."

Pleased, Erestor answered, "Take me again and make us come."

"I will… I will do just that…for the rest of tonight and all other nights that will follow." He would never think of Erestor as unattractive again. The raven-haired beauty had captured his heart.

The end