Posted: October 2003
Title: Thunder and Lightning
Author: Iamme
Type: FPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do we profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: Slash.
Beta: Alex
Author’s Note: Thanks to Alex for being the unbelievably patient person she is.
Summary: The Twins, Erestor, and the rain.

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Erestor sighed. He liked the rain from a distance. But this day was finding him submersed in the torrent under the dark skies of one of the many spring storms that quenched the thirst of the valley at this time of year. He was still an hour away from the Last Homely House and there was no sign of the rain abating anytime soon as it had been pouring for days.

He dreamt of sitting by the hearth in his chambers, wrapped is a soft velvet robe, sipping a mug of mulled wine. Suddenly his thoughts were broken by the sounds of moaning, barely audible with the staccato of the rain. Erestor moved forward, looking in to the small secluded grove not even thinking about who, or what he may find.When he saw what was before him, he stopped. Elladan and Elrohir were locked together in a tangled embrace, tongues and bodies tightly entwined, their hands searching in a way that Erestor never would have believed.

It was the first time in his life that he could not tell them apart. He knew what they were doing was wrong, and what was even more wrong was that he wanted to be there with them between them. He swallowed; it did not appear that they had seen him. It would be best to just slip away and leave what he knew unsaid. Slowly, he turned away and began to move forward till he felt a hand on his shoulder pulling him back.

He found himself staring up in to gray eyes with a touch of blue and he could not help himself as he was pulled back into a warm body. Arms twined around him and he closed his eyes as lips met his. He could feel warm breath across his ear before teeth nipped at the tip making him shudder. The hands divesting him of his tunic were barely noticed as strong hands touched his nipples and pinched them softly till he cried out in sweet surrender.

Identical hands trailed down over his trembling stomach. He was not muscled like they were but they thought he was every bit as beautiful, the difference between leather and lace. He could feel their need to explore him and in his own way, he needed them too. He needed to know that there was more to his life than books and negotiations.

Erestor gave up on trying to discern which of Elrond’s sons were which. It did not matter as hands pulled his leggings off and a hot mouth took him deep. He threw his head back to have lips claim his mouth and swallow the cry that was torn from him.

Erestor no longer felt like the teacher; he had become the student. He could feel slender fingers pressing against the tight ring of muscle and he tried to pull away only to be pulled back, long, wet hair being caressed soothingly and then the finger was there again, pressing into him again.

He closed his eyes against the burning pain, yet it was quickly forgotten by the skilled tongue dancing over his cock. Erestor’s fingers gently ran through the dripping hair of the Peredhel before him as a moan escaped his lips once again. The hot mouth felt exquisite, sucking him so hard he thought he would faint, the hot tongue dancing in delicate trails across the vein. Then something happened, something deep and hidden was caressed deep inside of him and he almost collapsed. Erestor had not known such pleasure was possible. He did not know if he wanted to beg for mercy or to never be let go.

Lightening streaked across the sky followed by rolling thunder. His body shook as the feeling of utter abandon washed over him and Erestor came in the elf’s mouth, only to have every last drop of his seed savored as if it were a fine wine. Suddenly, he remembered the elf behind him as he was gently lowered to the ground, his eyes closing.

A hand reached down and began to gently stroke him. The finger in him now grew to two. He could feel them scissoring inside of him, stretching him, probing and twisting. Then they were gone, causing him to whimper in burning, agonizing need. He would die if they did not touch him. He needed them now. He shuddered in both fear and relief as he felt hard flesh pressing against his opening. He clutched onto the elf before him as he was breached slowly.The uncircumcised head pressing past his untried ring of muscle, causing him to tense.

He could feel their hands caressing his body till he relaxed. Once again, the hard flesh begin to press forward, causing his inner passage to burn from the stretching muscles. Burning and stretching soon became pleasure and he relaxed totally. They held him, waiting for him to calm down. It was a few long moments later that he felt lips claim his. A hand wrapped around his cock in a tight grip, stroking hard. He moaned and began to thrust back against the hardness inside of him. He felt his pleasure growing as the elf inside of him began moving gently, careful to stroke that hidden spot, making Erestor whimper even more. The lips against his devoured him, swallowing every sound of pleasure he made. The storm reached it's peak at the same time as he did.

He lay there gasping for a moment before the twin inside of him guided his brother forward and gently pushed Erestor towards his still painfully hard erection. Erestor took the throbbing member in to his mouth and began to suck him. He had never done this though he had it done to him by more than one maiden. He thought about what they had done and tried to mimic it, moving his head up and down. He could not help but smile when he heard the Peredhil moan.He tasted precum as he licked across the little well at his tip and hands twisted in his hair just as his hands had done earlier.

He tried to relax as he felt hips jerk forward, and his mouth was filled with tangy sweetness. He could not help but moan as he licked the younger elf clean.

They all lay for a moment in each others’ arms before helping each other into their clothes. No one said anything as they all headed back to the last homely house.

THE END