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Title: Heartbound.
Chapter Two
Author: dark
Email: dark.malignity@gmail.com
Pairing: Boromir/ Elladan, Boromir/ Elrohir.
Rating: PG
Summary: Boromir's appearance in Imladris complicates the twins'
lives, especially when he cannot tell the identical twins apart. AU,
pre-fellowship.
Warning: Slash (male/ male pairings)

Disclaimer: All Elfies and places (and the one Man) belong to Tolkien.
I am merely borrowing them for my own (and others') amusement. = D
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Chapter two

Elrohir sat on his bed and stared miserably out the window. The images
haunted him, images of the couple pleasuring the other for pleasure's
sake. There was no love behind it. There was no fellow feeling, no
gentle touch of tenderness between the two souls, only pride and
wanton lust. It was so unfair. He would have given Boromir so much
more than what his twin offered, and yet it was in that unrighteous
coupling that the Man buried himself.

Elrohir sighed. This wasn't the first time his twin had won over the
object of his attraction, and no doubt it would not be the last time
either. Elrohir, small, meek and timid, was no match against the
awesome self-assurance of his twin. Elladan, he knew, would act, while
he would just hide away in his room and hope.

Just as he was doing now-- Valar, no wonder he always lost out to his
brother! He was too afraid to even voice his attraction. Even with
Boromir pressed up against him, he was too afraid to sneak a kiss.

Elrohir whimpered softly at the memory. He could remember the fiery
warmth of Boromir's body, the wicked glint in those foreign eyes, the
hot breath against his skin. "Hello, Twin." Back in the hallways,
those two words had sent a thrill of excitement coursing through his
veins. "Hello, Twin." Even now, as he remembered it, he felt the
fluttering of his heart dancing to meet the rising heat that stained
his cheeks and--

-- but oh! No more. Please, no more. He had more urgent things to
think of. Firmly shaking his head against such degenerate thoughts,
Elrohir reached for a pile of notes he had copied from the archives
and settled down for another foray into the history of the One Ring,
then clenched his fists in frustration as he realized that he had left
his most important set of notes in the library. Muttering aloud,
Elrohir threw aside his papers and stormed out of the room.

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he hardly noticed his twin
speaking to him until Elladan jabbed him in the ribs.

"Dan!" Elrohir yelped in surprise. "I thought you were with Boromir!"

Elladan grinned. "Oh! You aren't busy, are you? I heard they're
serving pie for dessert. How about trotting down to the kitchens… oh,
just in case they have any cherries left over…?"

"Cherries?" Elrohir blinked. "Where's Boromir?"

"Boromir? How would I know? Why would I care? Come on, are you coming
with me or not?"

"Yes, but…" Elrohir traied off, confused. "I thought he was looking
for you just now."

"Yes, and he found me, so what? Lets goooo….. Come on, Roh,
*cherries*!" Elladan chanted, practically dancing with impatience.
"C-H-E-R-R-I-E-S …. Aw, Roh, come *on*!" he grabbed Elrohir's arm and
dragged him away before the poor elf had a chance to protest.

***

That night, Elrohir lingered in the empty hallways long after most of
its inhabitants had turned in and brooded over his ill luck. Why oh
why did he have to teach the Man how to tell them apart? Thrice
Boromir had passed him since then, and each time, Boromir had guessed
his name correctly. And it was more than just relying on their day
clothes as a means of identification; even after the twins had changed
for dinner, the man had strode up and paused to think for only a
moment before matching the right name with the right elf. And even
though he still seemed rather uncertain about the accuracy of his
guesses, it seemed that he was getting better by the minute.

Elrohir clutched his hair in frustration and moaned. He wanted
Boromir, why was it so hard for him to admit that? After all, Elladan
didn't seem to care about him-- Elladan had seemed much more
interested in his cherries than in his bed partner. The Man was just a
means of sport to his brother, and Elrohir knew that in all
probability, the opposite was also the case. Elladan meant nothing to
the Man. And even if he, Elrohir, did somehow manage to win Boromir's
attention, what then? Would he just be the man's next sport?

But there was no use questioning, was there? Because Elrohir would
never have the nerve to confess.

"Elrohir?" the Man's smooth huskiness pierced the silence. "Is that…
Elrohir, right? Am I correct?"

And Elrohir had made a decision. Afterwards, he would never be able to
recall what possessed him to think that way, to act that way, to be so
saucy and impulsive, but right then and there, his actions seemed to
flow so naturally that nobody would have thought anything amiss.

"Elrohir?!" he said incredulously, crossing his arms and arching his
eyebrow the way his brother was wont to do. "I'm a whole half inch
taller than him, cant you tell?" he sneered.

At once Boromir's face had broken into a grin. "Well, I was starting
to think I could, but I see you've just proved me wrong, Elf," he
said, taking Elrohir into his arms. "What are you doing here, all
alone at night? Are you hard, Elf?" he grated, pulling Elrohir closer.
"Do you need me?"

And overcome by Boromir's embrace, Elrohir could not help the swoon
that swept across him. "Yes…" he replied faintly, his swoon and
shallow breathing making him strangely lightheaded. "Yes…" he
breathed, "kiss me…"

It was nothing like the kiss he witnessed in the gardens, Elrohir
thought. With Elladan it had been harsh, brutal, hurtful, but now… oh!
He could loose himself in the sensations! How he trembled as those
rough lips brushed chastely against his own. Surrendering to the
moment, Elrohir closed his eyes and moaned softly into the kiss.

And it was as if Boromir had reacted to the twin's softer nature. Gone
was the savage forcefulness typical of the other couple. With Elrohir,
Boromir was as gentle as a lamb. He sucked softly on Elrohir's eager
lips, basking in the warmth of his elf's velvet softness, only moving
to taste him when Elrohir deepened his embrace. And even then the Man
was pleasing, lapping at his lips as if seeking approval rather than
forcing his entry.

"Roh!"

Elrohir spun around and gasped. "Dan!"

"Elrohir?" Boromir breathed, quickly releasing him. He stared at him
in confusion, then turned to the other twin standing aghast in the
doorway. "Elladan?" His eyes turned back to rest on Elrohir's fearful
gaze. "El…*rohir*?" he blinked uncertainly. "What… what's going on?"

In the end, it was the silence that broke him. The stifling,
suffocating silence, and covering his face in shame, Elrohir fled
sobbing from the scene of his betrayal.