Into Oblivion by LadySternchen  

Elwë rubbed his eyes violently. Tired. He was so inexpressibly tired, and yet he knew he would not be able to sleep even had he allowed himself to curl up beside Elmo, who slumbered peacefully beside the fire. He could not even remember when he had last really slept, certainly not since Oromë had left them, but even before that, true rest had been scarce. 
He sensed more than heard that someone stood behind him and turned sharply, only to stare into Beleg’s bright eyes.

“Will you grant me a little of your time, lord?” Beleg asked quietly, the expression on his face smoothly unreadable.

Elwë tilted his head to one side, sure that he was supposed to know what this was about, but his mind seemed to refuse him its service.

“Spare me the formalities, Beleg, I implore you! I am too tired for this.”

Beleg made a sympathetic noise, then held out his hand to pull Elwë to his feet.

“Come with me then. Mablung is waiting for us!”

Now it clicked. Elwë felt himself blush, very glad Beleg could not see that in the dark.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly. You need a little distraction.” Beleg answered matter-of-factly.

“I am too tired, I have told you that before!” he moaned.

”Oh, stop whining. It is not like you will get a lot less tired by staring into the dark.”

”Mind who you’re talking to!” said Elwë in mock indignation.

Beleg sighed theatrically.

“Alas, the pain of never being able to please my lord. First he tells me to pass over the formalities, but when I honour your wish, my obedience is yet not appreciated.”

Elwë burst out laughing, he could not help himself.

“Hush. You will wake everyone!”

“Sorry.” Elwë apologised quickly, though he was still chuckling.

They walked away from the camp and the light of the fires still burning, so that soon the only illumination came from the stars overhead, painting the world in their silvery light. Beleg led him to the edge of the forest, where there was a small lake and there, amidst the bushes, sat Mablung. He smiled as he patted the fur on which he sat, and the two of them followed his invitation and made themselves comfortable on either side of Mablung.

“I will be of no use whatsoever tonight, I’m sorry, but I am just too exhausted. And besides, I need to get back to the camp before long.” Elwë tried again.

Mablung leaned over to him, cupping his face with his hand and bestowing a kiss upon him that barely touched his lips.

“You need be of no use. It will be quite enough that you are here.” he whispered.

Mablung drew back, leaving Elwë yearning for more. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in Mablung's kiss just now, to sink into his friend's arms and be held, and touched. But then, he really was too tired for it, he desperately tried to convince himself. But the thing was, Mablung’s kisses held the promise of so much more than just fucking. That was Beleg. They were friends and he loved him a lot, but their relationship apart from that friendship was mainly… well, as said: fucking. Beleg had no scruples whatsoever, and could coax Elwë to levels of pleasure he would never usually reach. Mablung on the other hand… Mablung was different. Elwë knew that Mablung had long had a real crush on him, that he truly pined for him, and had he only been a little surer about how he himself felt, he would long since have given into it. He loved Mablung dearly, and knew that he needed him by his side, that he would not want to be without him- he just was unsure whether he wanted this relationship the be the one union the Quendi formed in life. The idea of a lifelong bond with another quende also meant forsaking the possibility of having his own family, which, he admitted, he was not prepared to do, at least not yet. And until he was, he would not encourage Mablung beyond what they shared with Beleg, for he would never suffer to see Mablung hurt, let alone be the one to hurt him. So as long as Mablung was content with their little love triangle, so was he.

“You’re still with us?” Mablung asked, stroking his cheek tenderly.

Elwë smiled, only now realising that he had been completely lost in thought.

“I am. Sorry.”

“I just said that it was cold, anyway, and someone needs to warm us afterwards. So we just may have found a use for you.”

“Fair enough!” Elwë answered, letting himself sink onto the fur.

It was very comfortable, and when Mablung spread his mantle over him and tucked it around him he hummed contently. Maybe he truly would be able to sleep for a little here, where he knew his friends were awake- and maybe he would have done, had his curiosity not got the better of him.
It had, though, and so he opened one eye by a fraction, just enough to be able to watch as Beleg tucked playfully at Mablung’s robes, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Mablung answered with similar enthusiasm, sneaking his hands into the folds of Beleg’s tunic. Elwë could not deny the pull he felt in his own crouch as he watched Beleg shrug off the tunic, baring his muscular torso, and then go on and undress Mablung. He undid Mablung’s belt with something bordering on reverence, pressing fleeting kisses to his chest as he bared it, then ran his hands over Mablung’s flanks to his back.

“Eager, are you?” Mablung sighed as he sought Beleg’s mouth once more, not giving the archer much chance to answer.

Resigning himself that he would certainly not spend the time sleeping, Elwë shifted a little on the fur, letting his gaze wander over his friends’ entwined forms. Mablung let his hand stray down Beleg’s abdomen, cupping it at last over the bulge in his trousers, which in return drew a deep rumbling sigh from Beleg’s chest. Elwë balled his fist at this, restraining his hand from wandering to his own throbbing cock. Touching himself now would be vastly unfair, so he took deep breaths until he had calmed himself sufficiently, and watched as first Beleg, then Mablung rid himself of the remainders of their garments.

“Do you have any salve?” Mablung whispered.

Beleg shook his head, which did not surprise Elwë. Fat of any sort was hard to come by, and valuable for more vital uses than fucking. And even if one got one’s hands on it, it was still… not nice in many respects. As Beleg drew back from Mablung at last, Elwë was therefore somewhat astounded to see him grinning broadly.

“Ask Elwë. He has got the good stuff!”

At which with a rustle of wool, Elwë disappeared beneath his mantel. The others giggled, even more as a moment later, a small wooden flask came flying from beneath the cloak, and by the small thump Elwë knew that Beleg had caught it in one hand.

“You know…” he said, when at last he emerged from under the mantel again “…I sometimes think that is the real reason you want me here!”

Elwë rather treasured the little flask he had just tossed over to his friends, and more still the contents. Flasks like that had been given to all the ambassadors, containing small amounts of oil that would only turn to liquid when touched or warmed up or stored too close to a fire or other source of heat, and that has been scented by some flowers Elwë did not even have a name for- he had to admit that he found this a rather ingenious idea the Valar had come up with, as a means to actually bring a sliver of the Blessed Realm amongst the other elves, something they could truly experience. The scent was now almost gone, but the oil still remained, so Elwë had little reservations to using it in a different way. 

Beleg huffed.

“No, it is not. And I might remind you that it is usually our Princeling who's turning up his nose at the stuff all the rest of us has to use.”

Elwë scowled while Mablung had to stifle his laughter in his hand.

“That is the second time today that you made yourself guilty of… of an offence against the sovereign.”

He very nearly managed to get the words out without laughing, but as Beleg spluttered in disbelief, repeating his last words chokingly, Elwë could no longer hold back, and the next moment had them all bent double, wheezing with laughter. This was bliss, Elwë thought, to be able to laugh so freely and about something so silly, and to watch his friends in their foreplay.

“Come on” he heard Beleg say to Mablung, still chuckling a little “We still have to accomplish something tonight!”

Elwë was somewhat intrigued by the mischievous smiles his friends exchanged as they strolled over to him and finally sat down on the fur as well.

“Funny.” Beleg said “Did he not say he would instantly fall asleep, Mablung?”

“Aye.”

“Didn’t, though. Good!”

Elwë raised his eyebrows.

“What exactly are you two up to?” he asked, his heart suddenly beating somewhere in his throat with both arousal and apprehension.

“Make you relax.” Mablung answered.

“Fuck you into oblivion, that is what we are up to, only Mablung is too polite to put it that way.”

“Nay, you know I am far too… Beleg!”

He gasped the last word as the archer pulled the mantle off him and reached between his legs without so much as a warning.

“Ai Valar…”

Muffled though the sensation was through the fabric of his trousers, it was still enough to make his cock strain against Beleg’s palm. Oh, he would give all he had for Beleg to just keep his hand there.

“You always tell us not to call to the Valar because you don’t want the feeling of them watching us fucking!”

“I don’t care…” Elwë groaned, as Beleg continued to caress him. “I do not care who is watching, just… just don’t stop!”

Beleg hummed, and nudged Elwë’s legs apart, untying the latter’s trousers and pulling them down over his hips. The cold air made Elwë’s cock twitch and harden even more, something that Beleg noted, judging by his soft moan. The next moment, Beleg had bent down and pressed his lips to the tip of Elwë’s cock, which in return made Elwë hitch his breath in surprise. Lights danced before his eyes, and yet, as Beleg took him into his mouth, Elwë reached for the archer’s hair, gently trying to pull him away. Beleg resisted however, only rising his eyes to look at Elwë.

“Don’t. Oh Beleg, you know I cannot return that!” he moaned.

It had always been that way. As much as he enjoyed caressing his friends, he had never been able to bear seed anywhere near his mouth.

“You do not need to repay it. I want this. Now will you lie down and relax?”

As if to prove his point, Beleg slowly licked over Elwë’s cock again, which made him whimper and cover his eyes with one hand. Beleg’s tongue just about drove him mad, but with his arousal grew also his guilt that he could not give back what his friend was doing for him right now.

He stopped thinking as Beleg again closed his lips around his cock and slowly pushed his head down upon him, taking him in. The feeling of Beleg’s hot mouth and his ever teasing tongue quickly reduced Elwë to a franticly panting mess, which he knew was exactly what Beleg had been after.

He was already quite close when he heard his name called softly by the person he least wanted to find him like that- Elmo.

With reflexes only plausible for someone who was the archer he was, Beleg let go of Elwë's cock and slipped to the ground beside him, holding Elwë down, whilst Mablung rose, pulling his cloak over himself.

“What are you doing?” Elwë whispered frantically, and was by no means reassured as the others smirked at each other.

“You are not here!”

Mablung, making sure his cloak covered him completely and left no clue about the fact that he was otherwise completely naked, straightened up and went to meet Elmo, greeting him cheerfully.

“Beleg, this is ridicul…” Elwë did not get to say any more, as Beleg pressed his hand over his mouth, and when he struggled, he felt the archer move his knee up, so that it came to rest between Elwë’s legs. It did not exactly hurt, but sensitive as he was after being sucked by Beleg, the pressure against his sex was still quite uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and, very annoyingly, also rather arousing.

“Wanting more, my Lord too-tired-for-anything?” Beleg breathed in Elwë’s ear, and that sensation alone was enough to make him erupt in goosebumps, which in return made Beleg’s grin all the broader.

That jerk’s enjoying himself, Elwë thought, torn between amusement and annoyance. He still gave up resistance rather quickly, and let himself melt into Beleg’s strong embrace, only freeing his hands enough to run his fingers over Beleg’s skin, tracing his muscles, caressing him. Beleg hummed contentedly, and started to move his leg again, but gently now, and Elwë found himself rock his hips in that same rhythm almost against his will.

“There’s a good lad…” Beleg whispered. “Now can I trust you to be quiet and stay still?”

Elwë nodded, enjoying the game quite as much as Beleg did by now, and was relieved that Beleg removed his hand from over his mouth.

“I want you, Elwë.” The archer murmured. “ And I know that you beg Mablung to fuck you whenever you are worn out, take you as he pleases. Will you give yourself to me like this, too?”

Again, Elwë nodded, his eyes shut now, and gave himself to his sensations. He heard Beleg’s rapid breathing and Mablung and Elmo chatting in careless voices close by, felt the soft fur against his thighs and Beleg’s hands that rid him first off his trousers, then off his tunic, until he lay naked before him. Elwë chanced a quick look from beneath his eyelashes, and caught the admiring, almost hungry expression on Beleg’s face, and closing his eyes again, he felt his friend’s well-oiled fingers between his buttocks, slowly working him open.

“That is dealt with, then.” came suddenly Mablung’s voice, and Elwë turned on his side, meaning to thank him, but before he could work out how again speech was achieved, Beleg had pulled him upright onto his knees, somehow with his fingers still inside him. 
It was too much, and Elwë’s hand jerked towards his own cock. He needed, needed that touch now, before his yearning drove him out of his mind. Mablung caught him in the act, however, and lifted his hands to his lips, kissing his fingers gently.

“Not yet, Elwë.” he muttered tenderly, and when Elwë whimpered in despair, he added “Hush. I know. I know. But have a little more patience. I promise it is going to be worth it.”

He could not stifle the gasping yelp that escaped him as Beleg gripped his hips and pulled him onto his cock at last. The stretch and pressure all but destroyed him, sending bolts of lightening into his throbbing cock. Dazed, overwhelmed, he laid his head back on Beleg’s shoulder, and felt his friend's teeth as he bit down on his neck in his own lust, moaning deeply. Beleg fucked him roughly, ruthlessly, leaving Elwë in perfect balance between pleasure and delicious pain, and thus only just keeping him from spilling untouched.

But Valar, he was close.

Before long, Beleg’s own panting turned into choked cries, and Elwë shuddered as he felt the gush of Beleg’s seed deep within him. Beleg held him in position until he had ridden out every last after-shock of his climax, then finally pulled out of Elwë’s body and let go of him at last.

He ached, ached both from being taken and his own yet unsatisfied lust. Groaning and shivering, he let himself fall forward too curl onto his side, and Beleg laid down beside him, stroking his cheek gently.

“Should we let Mablung finish the task?” he asked in a low whisper, and Elwë nodded in a mixture of desperate longing and pleasure.

Mablung was much gentler than Beleg had been, so taking his cock in felt almost soothing to Elwë. He had waited for this, desperately so.

“Ah Beleg… I have you both this way.” Mablung sighed, kneeling behind Elwë and gently stoking his flank. The meaning of those words went, very unhelpfully, straight to Elwë’s cock.

“I will not last long, Mablung…” he managed to utter between rasping breaths, but Mablung only continued to caress him lovingly.

“I matters not. I want you to come. I want to feel it.”

And with that, he reached out and placed a hand on Elwë’s knee, gently brushing the inside of his thigh with his fingers as he spread his legs wider, enough so he could touch him in whichever way he wanted. But Mablung took his time, finding his own rhythm, leaving Elwë to accustom to the stretch, and follow Mablung’s movements until their bodies worked in unison. Beleg smiled.

“It is beautiful watching you two.” he whispered, but neither of them gave any more answer, for Mablung at last took pity on Elwë and reached again between his legs.

He ran one torturous finger first over Elwë’s balls, then on over the length of his shaft. This was too much for Elwë, over-sensitive to any touch as he was by now, and he whimpered as if in pain, clutching Beleg’s shoulders desperately for support. Beleg held him tightly in his embrace, strong and steadfast as Elwë gave himself up to his sensations entirely, coming at last into Mablung’s hand just as Mablung spent within him with a lingering sigh as well.

“Ai Elwë” Beleg said softly “I don’t think I have ever seen you like this before.”

He could not answer, for he was still too overwhelmed with the force of his own climax, and the sensation of Mablung withdrawing his cock from his body once they were both entirely finished. At this, Beleg released him from his arms and Elwë turned to Mablung as the latter lay down as well, searching his lips. This time Mablung granted him the kiss he had promised earlier, and Elwë tried to put all his feelings into that kiss, everything unsaid, and knew in that instant that Mablung understood perfectly. By the time they parted again, Elwë’s exhaustion claimed its tribute, and he let himself sink back down onto the fur. He was truly half asleep now, comfortably snuggled between his friends, though a shiver would still run from time to time through his body. Beleg stroked his side, tracing his ribs gently.

“Did he not say he wanted to leave at once after we were done?” he teased, and Mablung laughed.

“Did. I do not think so, though.” he answered, lifting Elwë’s hand up only to let it fall back onto his own skin.

“Gone.” he stated, and Elwë could hear him grin from one ear to the other.

“Fuck you!” he managed to mumble sleepily, eyes still firmly closed, and heard the other two chuckle again.

“Nay Elwë…” Mablung said softly, stroking his braids behind his ear “…that will be your job. Next time.”

Leave a Comment