Haldir glanced into the meeting room, seeing that Celeborn was alone before entering. "You summoned me, My Lord?" he drew out the last few words as he bowed, watching an eager light spark in the Elf Lord's eyes.
"Yes," Celeborn stood, drawing himself up to his full height. "I wish to speak to you about your handling of the situation earlier."
Haldir stepped closer as Celeborn talked, his body fluid as he approached the Elf Lord. "Yes, My Lord?" He was standing inches from Celeborn, their bodies almost touching. Haldir's slightly superior height forced Celeborn to look up at the guard, though not much.
"Your treatment of the guests was ..." Celeborn licked his lips, finding them suddenly dry. "... was," Haldir was leaning closer, their faces almost touching, their breath mingling.
"Was what? My Lord?" Haldir purred, his breath warm on Celeborn's lips. The Elf lord closed his eyes and gave a ragged sigh as though giving up. Haldir swept in and pressed his lips to Celeborn's for a hard kiss, their mouths the only contact.
After a moment, Celeborn pulled away, drawing in a deep shaky breath. "You forget your place, Haldir." He tried to drum up the remnants of his authority, which seemed to fade whenever he was alone with his lover.
"No, *MY* Lord," Haldir gripped Celeborn tightly about the waist, pulling their bodies together. "I think you forget yours." He captured the Elf Lord's mouth in another kiss, harder and more demanding than the last. Celeborn gave a small whimper as the kiss - and his will - was broken. Celeborn rolled his head to the side, leaning against Haldir's neck. The guard nuzzled forward, kissing and licking Celeborn's neck, blazing a trail to a delicately pointed ear. "You are *MY* Lord, are you not, Celeborn?" He closed his teeth around the point of Celeborn's ear and bit, enjoying the way the other elf jumped in his arms.
"Yes," Celeborn breathed, pressing against Haldir. He straightened suddenly, trying to pull away. "We mustn't, not here."
Haldir growled and held Celeborn tight to him, not allowing any avenue of retreat. "The exposure excites you, Celeborn," reaching down, Haldir pressed a firm cupped hand against Celeborn's arousal. "You enjoy the chance, the thrill of being caught." Celeborn's whimper and the buck of his hips were his only response as Haldir continued to murmur in his ear. "The thrill excites you like little else. You long to be taken, here, where any could find us." He gave Celeborn's bulge a firm squeeze. "Especially that pretty wife of yours."
Celeborn seemed to come back to himself. "Do not speak of her so!" His answer was met with a growl and a firm backhand from the Lorien border guard.
"Don't talk back to me, Celeborn," Haldir growled, taking a handful of Celeborn's hair and pulling his head back. "I know all of your secrets, my lord," he growled the words. "You have no wish to cross me."
Celeborn held his ground for a moment before crumbling from within, sagging against Haldir's strong frame. "I am sorry," he whispered, still keenly aware of Haldir's fist in his hair. The younger Elf was not often so violent, but Celeborn found that when he was- the thought made the Elf Lord tremble.
Haldir purred as he held the Lord of Lorien immobile. His words had been calculated to provoke Celeborn, and it had worked exactly as the guard planned. His free hand slid up Celeborn's thigh to once again cup the growing bulge. Grinning, he kissed Celeborn hard, possessing his mouth, sliding both arms around his waist and back, feeling the Elf Lord cling to him. Celeborn pulled away and Haldir almost pulled him back when he saw what Celeborn was up to.
Haldir stepped back, walking around Celeborn as he sank to the floor, kneeling with his head bowed. When he stood behind Celeborn, Haldir knelt, pressing his chest against the Elf Lord's back. Celeborn leaned back, pressing against the other Elf and purring quietly. Wrapping an arm around Celeborn's waist, Haldir forced him onto his hands and knees. The guard ground himself against the other Elf, knowing his arousal could be felt through the layers of their clothing.
"Please?" came the quiet plea.
"What was that?" Haldir reached around between Celeborn's legs, gripping him firmly. His other hand gathered Celeborn's robes and pushed them aside.
"Please?" Celeborn moaned again, writhing under Haldir. This is what he craved; to beg for what he wanted, not simply to ask and be granted. Since they had become lovers some years ago, Haldir had commanded the elder Lord expertly, giving Celeborn exactly what he needed.
"You wish something, My Lord?" Haldir drawled, his fingers deftly unlacing Celeborn's breeches. He moved back only long enough to pull the Elf Lord's trousers down, pushing them to his knees, effectively trapping him where he was.
"Yes," Celeborn hissed, pressing backwards, seeking Haldir's touch again. He jumped when two fingers pressed into him, working him open and lightly slicking his passage. Closing his eyes, he felt a hot breath at the back of his neck as Haldir leaned over him, the Guard's member pressing into him slowly. As always, the younger Elf went too slowly for Celeborn's liking and he began to squirm, silently pleading for more.
When he was halfway in, Haldir pushed forward, sheathing himself fully within the Lord of Lorien. Celeborn's long silver hair fell down over his face as Haldir pushed into him, licking and biting at the back of his neck. Reaching around, Haldir pumped the other Elf's member in time to his own thrusts. Celeborn was writhing under him, groaning loudly as he was pushed closer to release with each movement from his lover. Haldir's fist tightened as gave a particularly hard push into the other elf, sending him over the edge.
Celeborn let out a whimper as he came, spilling himself over Haldir's hand and the floor. Holding himself up, he groaned as Haldir continued moving within him, finally feeling the guard release himself with quiet gasp.
After a moment, Haldir slid from Celeborn while planting soft kisses on the back of his neck. Standing, they rearranged their clothing quickly, Haldir smoothing down his lover's robes and hair. Smiling, he placed his hand on Celeborn's cheek where he had struck the Elf Lord earlier and kissed him softly, almost tenderly. Moving his lips to Celeborn's ear, he began a murmured apology before Celeborn stopped him. "Nay, Haldir. Do not apologize. We each know what it is between us, and there is no need for regret." Celeborn kissed the younger Elf quickly before turning and sweeping out of the room, leaving Haldir alone.
