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Title: Heartbound.
Chapter Six
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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''So what happened?'' Elladan asked on the way to breakfast the next
morning. ''And where is Elrohir?''

Boromir grunted. ''I left him in bed. I told him I'll bring up his porridge.''

Elladan chuckled in delight. ''Tell me about it,'' he dared, his
cheeky laughter in stark contrast to Boromir's more somber tone. The
Man sighed in irritation, half wishing this twin away. He was in no
mood to gossip at the moment.

''I hurt him, '' he sighed at last. ''There were bloodstains. Not
much, but still... ''

But although the Man looked positively melancholic, Elladan simply
shrugged and handed him a small pot of salve, almost as if he had
expected the injury all along. Boromir looked at him questioningly.

''Of course I know,'' Elladan said casually. ''He's my twin.''

Boromir squinted suspiciously.

''Besides, it has been at least a few hundred years since he was last
taken by another male, and knowing you...'' he trailed off and
eyeballed Boromir between the legs suggestively. ''Valar, what do you
*feed* that thing?'' he chuckled, bemused. ''Hopefully he is not too
sore. I trust you remember the Council of Elrond is today,'' Elladan
laughed and winked wickedly before disappearing down the hallway.

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''I brought you breakfast,'' Boromir crooned as he sat the tray down
on a bedside table. Elrohir grunted, then lifted his head from the
pillow to glare balefully at Boromir.

''I ache all over,'' he sulked accusingly. ''You ass! How *dare* you!''

Smiling placatingly, Boromir sat gently down on the bed and winced
when the movement made Elrohir hiss in pain. ''I am sorry,'' Boromir
sighed, smoothing the hair from the Elf's face. ''I did not mean for
any of this. I am so sorry, Roh,'' he trembled and bit his lip. ''I am
so sorry.''

Shocked at Boromir's self-reproach, Elrohir reached for the Man's hand
and kissed it. ''I am not angry at you,'' he whispered, all trace of
pettiness falling from his honest, child-like face. ''I am not, truly.
I just... We heal quickly. I apologize. I should never have snapped at
you like that. I love you.''

''Boromir, I am afraid,'' Elrohir continued. ''And to make things
worse, everybody is going to notice how sore I am. And Ada will be so
upset, and I will be a disgrace at the Council, and it saddens me. But
I can hardly think which scares me the most, that or the fact that the
only other time I have ever loved like this, I had my heart broken.
And I'm terrified, but I know that it is a risk I choose to take. I
would give anything for you. I would give everything for you.''

Boromir stilled at hearing those softly spoken words. He lifted his
eyes to meet Elrohir's wide, innocent ones, and felt his heart
overflow and mist his vision with tears of wonder. ''Roh,'' he
breathed. It was like their first night all over again as he leaned
over to kiss the Elf softly, reverently. It was the same awe that
blossomed within his breast, the same wonderment. The same devotion.

''Oh, Roh...'' he whispered. It was like a dream. He ran his hand down
Elrohir's arms and felt them rise to embrace him and pull him closer.
He felt Elrohir's fingers twine through his hair and draw him deeper
into the kiss. He shuddered when he felt the Elf arch against him.

''Boromir...'' It was like a dream. So much love... so much care... so
much tenderness. He was unaware of anything but the divine bliss of
the man stroking him... caressing him... worshipping his body. All
trace of soreness fell away, and for a blessed moment, Elrohir found
himself encased by a cocoon of warmth and love. Only
half-intentionally, the Elf parted his legs in open invitation.

''What if I hurt you again...'' Boromir whispered between kisses.
Elrohir tasted so good. Elrohir panted so deliciously. Lying against
the pillows with his long dark hair strewn across his beautiful Elvish
face now taught with desire, Elrohir was like a vision from the Gods.
Boromir wanted him, needed him, needed to feel the Elf's need.

''I need you...'' Boromir could not help the lust-laden growls that
escaped his throat as he kissed his way down the Elrohir's quivering
stomach. He could not help the repeated pleas that left his lips. Not
when Elrohir whimpered and mewled so enticingly. Not when Elrohir
fisted his hands in Boromir's hair and arched with such desperate
need.

''Ai," he panted as a smooth, wet tongue encircled his length and
lapped hungrily at the base. "Boromir..." he moaned, writhing
uncontrollably. "No, don't tease," he gasped, "please don't tease.''

And drawing back, the Man could not help but smile. His new love was
breathtakingly beautiful in his need, and Boromir would see just how
long he could keep his beloved that way.

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Back in his rooms, Elladan pricked up his ears. Tossing his notes for
the council aside, he stood up and made his way haltingly towards the
wall at the far end of his sitting area. Once or twice, he paused and
shook his head as if trying to dislodge a particularly disturbing
thought, but always he pressed forward until with deadened eyes, he
reached out to touch the cool stone surface.

At the contact, he winced and stumbled back, almost as if he had been
stung. A wild look crossed his features, and for a moment he stood,
torn between two worlds. He would go back, should go back... and yet
his weakness drove him on. Taking a deep breath, he rested his
forehead against the wall, then pressed his ear against it. Slowly,
his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

His breathing grew harsh and shallow, and a faint sheen of sweat
glistened against his face as he fought down his desire. He fought it,
fought it with all his power, yet still he could not help the acute
throbbing between his legs. Closing his eyes, he moaned wretchedly as
he gave in to the urge. As he stroked his hardened flesh, tear slid
down his cheek, and then another. Elrohir had cursed himself for
falling in love with his twin's lover, but Elrohir's betrayal was
nothing compared to Elladan's. Everybody in Imldris knew that Elladan
loved his brother. And listening to his twin's pleasure on the other
side of the cold stone walls, he could only pray that nobody knew he
loved his brother too much.