The young elf heard a mewling sound and blushed anew when he realized it had come from his own throat. The colbat eyes above darkened and Melpomaen felt something hard press lengthwise into the cleft of his sore backside. He instinctively pushed back against it, ignoring his body's discomfort as his need began to rise in response to the one behind him. A groan, trailing off into a wistful sigh, answered his blatant invitation.
" We cannot, lirimaer. You must have time to recuperate from your first act of joining."
" I do not care!."
Melpomaen turned into the embracing arms, throwing one slender leg over the golden Lord's hip and rubbing wantonly against him.
" I welcome the pain! If it means I can have you inside me one last time before you are..."
The young elf's words trailed off, but not before Glorfindel caught the note of desperation in his soft voice. The Lord tightened his embrace.
" Before I what, melethron?." He asked, gently
Melpomaen shook his head and tried to burrow his face into the seneschal's neck. Glorfindel would have none of it. He placed a quick kiss upon the tawny head before asking again.
" Before I what?."
" Before you are done with me." A little voice answered him.
" Done with you?!."
Before Melpomaen could react, the Balrog Slayer had turned him onto his back and there, in those violet eyes, he saw clearly the hopeless love the young assistant had hidden so well.
" I am sorry. I did not mean to fall in... I know I could never measure up to your many lovers. I have always known I stand no chance with you. This night is more than I ever dared hope for...."
His brave little speech was cut short by a kiss that seemed to devour his very essense. Melpomaen surrendered to it completely. Giving his all, yet asking for nothing in return. When their lips finally parted, the young elf kept his eyes closed, wanting the memory of this last token to last forever.
" Open your eyes Melpomaen. Look into mine and see what is there."
He did not want to. Did not think he could stand to see the gentle rejection he just knew would be there. But he did. And saw in those colbat depths a love to match his own. Violet eyes widened in wonder and dawning joy.
" How?..." He asked, breathlessly.
" I do not know how. But I thank the Valar for this priceless gift." A large hand cupped the young elf's face tenderly. " Long ages have I waited for my heart to be completed and I had given up hope... Until an impudent elf told me to ' Go kiss an orc'.."
The love-filled colbat eyes twinkled mischievously as he watched his beloved blush yet again.
" I was not going to say anything, until I could see if there was a chance of winning your love in return. " Glorfindel continued. " I was afraid you would reject me."
Melpomaen laughed heartily at those words, the musical sound as bright as the rays of Anor bathing the chamber. Then, in an unexpected move, he flipped his warrior over, straddling the rock-hard hips before looking down at the surprised Balrog Slayer with an impish twinkle of his own.
" I do seem to recall, my Lord, certain things being done to my virginal person last night by the mouth of a very experienced, very wicked and very old..elf.." Melpomaen grinned evilly at the growl from below " Mayhap you would care to provide me with step-by-step instruction, so that I may learn such useful skills?..."
The young assistant paused, licking his lips like an eager elfling, before leaning down to whisper seductively against the seneschal's mouth.
" I would endeavor to be a most... attentive ...pupil."
Glorfindel groaned.
TBC...