Princes Do Not Share

Author’s Note: This is obviously an AU (aren’t all crossovers?) It is set some time before the LoTR trilogy. Say, T.A. 3000? That would make Boromir 22. Both Legolas and Harry are elves, so their ages do not really matter.

P.S. I am really trying to improve my lemon scenes (this is practice) so please review and let me know what you think!

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“You are an evil minx, teasing him like that,” Legolas said sternly as Harry got out of the bath, wrapped only in a towel. He was momentarily distracted as beads of water ran down Harry’s chest, caressing his smooth, pale skin.

“I am sure I do not know what you are talking about,” Harry responded primly as he sat down in front of the mirror, brushing his long, black hair.

“Boromir, that is who I talking about. Why must you tempt him so? You know I will kill him if he dares to touch you, yet you flaunt yourself shamelessly,” Legolas argued, his eyes never straying from Harry’s beautiful, pale skin.

Harry looked at him through the mirror in disbelief.

“Boromir? I said ‘good afternoon’ to the man and inquired as to the health of his father,” Harry stated as he continued brushing his hair.

“Exactly,” Legolas responded with a nod, as if that proved his point.

“You are being ridiculous,” his dark-haired lover said with a roll of his beautiful green eyes. “I greet a man and ask about his family and I am flaunting myself? You are getting overly possessive in your old age, my prince.”

“I have the right to be possessive,” Legolas growled. “Princes do not share.”

“So what am I, your toy? If I wish to flirt with Boromir; if I wish to flaunt myself, there is not a thing you could do about it,” Harry smirked, placing the brush down and turning to face his lover.

“I suppose I will just have to teach you a lesson so you do not forget to whom you belong, my lovely,” Legolas said seriously. “You need to change your attitude before somebody gets hurt for touching you.”

“And how are you going to teach me a lesson?” Harry asked, humoring his love.

“You, my lovely, deserve a spanking,” Legolas revealed with a smirk.

“A…spanking?” Harry spluttered, laughing. “And who is going to give it to me? You? The first time I say ‘ow,’ you will stop and hug and cuddle me until you forget why you were mad in the first place. I cannot get a headache without you going into fits; I do not know how you think you would be able to tan my ass.”

“Are you saying I am a pushover?” Legolas questioned indignantly.

“Your words, not mine,” Harry replied with a smirk.

“I am going to spank you, and I am going to make you like it. You are going to get so fucking turned on that you will beg me to fuck you, but I will not give in until I am satisfied that you have been properly punished,” Legolas threatened.

Harry gulped as he flushed with arousal at this dominating side to his lover. Legolas sounded serious, and this was no longer a laughing matter.

“But…you will stop if I really want you to?” Harry questioned nervously.

Legolas looked at his lover seriously for a moment, and then he nodded.

“If you want me to stop, just say ‘Boromir.’ But not only will the spanking stop, everything will. No more touching of any kind for the rest of the night,” Legolas assured his lover.

“Not even cuddling?” Harry asked with big green eyes.

“Well, cuddling is all right,” Legolas gave in, and then realized what he had done. “Oh, you! You think you are so clever, manipulating me into giving you whatever you want by batting those lashes and flashing those big beautiful green eyes. I am going to teach a lesson you will not soon forget.”

Legolas caught his lover around the waist as Harry attempted to make a break for it into the bathroom.

“Stop it, Legolas,” Harry squirmed. “I did not do anything wrong. You cannot spank me for looking at you.”

Legolas simply sat down on the bed and sprawled Harry out onto his lap. He removed the towel around Harry’s waist, staring at his love’s beautiful round ass.

“You are so lovely,” he whispered, stroking the pale globes softly.

When Harry struggled to get up, Legolas let the first slap fall.

“Stop it! You have lost your mind!” Harry declared as he tried to get off his lover’s lap.

But Legolas had the advantage. He was taller and stronger, and Harry’s angle across his lap left the brunette precious little leverage.

*Smack*

“Ooooww,” Harry whined. But his blonde lover did not stop as he predicted. Legolas simply rubbed the red handprints marking Harry’s pale skin, before letting loose a few more.

*Smack*
*Smack*
*Smack*

To Harry’s embarrassment, he began to get hard. Every smack burned, but Legolas was not hitting him so hard that he could not tolerate it. And his member rubbed between his lover’s thighs with every slap.

“I think you are enjoying this a tad too much,” Legolas voiced his thoughts with mirth. “Do I need to tie you up so you cannot rub against me so naughtily?”

“N-no,” Harry stuttered. “I will be good.”

“Oh, you always are,” Legolas purred, letting his hand fall once more.

*Smack*
*Smack*

“That was five. How many more do you think you deserve?” Legolas questioned his lover as he softly stroked Harry’s sensitized skin.

“No more,” his lover protested, squirming in his lap.

Legolas considered this, and then smirked.

*Smack*
*Smack*
*Smack*

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

“There, that is ten,” the prince declared before flipping Harry onto his stomach on the bed.

He pulled his lover’s hips back, leaving the smaller Elf on his hands and knees.

Legolas covered the smaller body with his own, threading their fingers together and pinning Harry’s hands where they were.

“Are you still hard, my love?” Legolas purred seductively into Harry’s delicately pointed ear.

“You know I am, you sadist,” the brunette sniffed.

“Do not be so cheeky. I could spank you again if you need more,” his lover threatened, thrusting his own hips against Harry’s sore backside.

Harry rubbed back seductively against him.

“Try it and you will not see my bed for a week,” he threatened.

“You should not make promises you cannot keep,” Legolas purred. “Now stay like that. I need to taste you.”

Harry whimpered at that. Legolas knew it drove him crazy with need whenever his lover’s tongue touched him.

His lover’s warm wet mouth suckled roughly where his neck met shoulder, blossoming a bright bruise on Harry’s fair skin.

“Stop!” Harry squirmed. “My shirt will not cover there!”

“Good,” Legolas smirked, moving down his lover’s back, tonguing each vertebrae as he went.

Every few sucks turned into a bite, matching Harry’s pale back to his neck.

“You are an animal, marking your territory like this,” Harry sneered.

Legolas’s tongue traced patterns on his lover’s tailbone, giving him a sharp nip there in reprimand.

“No other would dare touch you covered in my marks,” he murmured against the creamy skin, dipping down yet further.

He spread the pale globes of his lover’s cheeks, inhaling the musky scent and staring at the shadowed crevice.

“Do you wish for me to tongue you here, as well, my love?” Legolas purred. “I want to hear you ask for it.”

“Go kiss an orc!” Harry snarled. “I am not your fucktoy!”

Legolas chuckled, blowing lightly against the pink hole, making it twitch and spasm.

“Oh, but I could make you my fucktoy if I wished,” the blonde replied. “I need only touch my tongue just here, and you would be sobbing for me to fuck you.”

Harry whimpered, knowing his lover spoke only the truth.

“You are mine,” Legolas continued. “And I will never let another gaze upon you in passion. Your beautiful pale skin is covered with my marks, from your graceful neck to your delicious ass.”

He punctuated the last with a sharp bite to one firm cheek, still red from the previous spanking.

Legolas loved how easily his lover’s skin was marked.

“I could have another, if I wanted,” Harry defied, somehow resisting the call of that wicked mouth.

He wanted to see what his lover would do if really pushed…

“But you do not want another!” Legolas snarled, thrusting his tongue firmly into that sweet hole.

Harry mewled, pushing back against that delicious sensation. Legolas smirked inwardly and thrust his tongue deeper, pulling back to trace the rim lightly, before thrusting deep again.

That drew a loud cry, and Legolas pulled back with a smirk.

“Do you wish to beg now, my love?” he murmured, again blowing on the now-wet hole.

“Please!” escaped from Harry’s lips. “I need…please!”

“What do you want, Harry?” his lover teased.

“Inside me!” Harry demanded.

“My tongue? My fingers? My cock?” Legolas questioned. “You have to be more specific, lover.”

He leaned forward to give a broad lick from Harry’s tailbone to his perineum, then popping each of his lover’s balls into his mouth for a quick suck in turn.

“Tongue, then fingers, then c-cock,” Harry whispered.

“Greedy tonight, love?” Legolas murmured.

His green-eyed lover just whined, so the prince complied.

He attacked the spasming hole with enthusiasm, licking lightly at the twitching rim, then slipping his tongue deeper. It was wet, it was messy, and Harry was pushing back against him like a greedy whore, hole sucking his tongue as deep as it could. Legolas reached one hard around to feel his lover’s hard erection, and it twitched in his hand.

He pulled back once again, clamping his fingers at the base of Harry’s cock to prevent him from orgasming.

“T-tease!” the dark-haired Elf panted.

“No more than you, love,” Legolas responded, grabbing the bit of thin rope he had place on the bedside drawer earlier.

He bound his lover’s cock and balls tightly, making it impossible for Harry to come.

“N-no! Please!” Harry begged. “I am so close. I need to come!”

“I think you are forgetting that this is a lesson, lovely,” Legolas whispered in one delicately pointed ear. “I do not have to let you come at all if you are not good.”

Harry whimpered pitifully in response.

Legolas again reached for the bedside drawer, this time to cover his fingers in lube. He pushed his lover flat on the bed, making Harry’s channel as tight as possible.

He did not want to make it too easy for Harry to accept his fingers, after all.
Legolas first tried one, and it slipped easily into the last knuckle, as he had known it would. His tongue had prepared Harry enough for that, and the tight pink ring pulled him in greedily.

“More!” Harry whimpered, squirming and thrusting his hips into the bedding.

Legolas stilled him with a strong hand on his hip, slipping another finger in.
He would give Harry more than his lover could take.

His two fingers stretched the tight hole, and Legolas sat back on his haunches to watch in fascination as that pink ring twitched and spasmed. He licked around his thrusting fingers, laughing lightly as his lover shuddered and moaned.

“In me! In me now!” Harry pleaded.

Legolas just shook his head, though his lover could not see him. Harry was in no position to be making demands.

He forced another finger in through that tight sphincter, imagining his cock in its place.

But there was time yet; he had to be patient.

“Does it feel good, love?” Legolas questioned Harry, voice thick with lust. “You
are so tight and warm around my fingers; your greedy little hole just pulling me right in.”

“M-more!” Harry replied.

“All right, love, I will give you more,” Legolas purred.
He slipped a fourth finger in.

“W-wha?” Harry questioned as he felt Legolas’s four fingers stretching him wider. “In me!”

“I am in you, love,” the prince chuckled. Harry would have to be more specific in his begging...

He took his hand off Harry’s hip to reach for the oil, and he slathered excess amounts on his thumb and hand.

Harry whimpered when Legolas pulled his hand back.

The dark-haired did not expect his lover to tuck his thumb in and push his entire hand into his tightly clutching channel.

“T-too much!” Harry writhed on Legolas’s hand, trying to get away but just pushing him in deeper.

“Shh,” the prince soothed, his other hand stroking the creamy back lightly, fingers tripping over the marks he left earlier.

“L-legolas!” Harry screamed as his lover’s wrist popped through his sphincter.

“Remember your safety word, love?” Legolas cooed, taking his hand from Harry’s back to pet his love’s cock softly.

“Mmm,” Harry moaned, pushing back against the pleasurable pain.

Legolas smirked, slathered more oil on his forearm, and pushed his arm further into the tight channel.

“You are so gorgeous like this,” the blonde whispered. “So mine.”

Harry whined, bucking his hips, unsure if he wanted that hand to go away or push in deeper. Legolas rotated his wrist, tripping his fingers lightly over Harry’s prostate.

“Say it love, tell me you belong to me. Tell me you are mine. Say it,” Legolas demanded.

“Y-yours! Oh, by the Valar, I am yours!” Harry screamed, body spasming as a dry orgasm was forced out of him.

Legolas smirked as Harry passed out.

He was sure his little lover had learned his lesson.

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The next day…

“Boromir!” Harry purred, sauntering over to the strong young Man.

“H-Harry!” Boromir stuttered. “P-pleasure to see you!”
Harry stroked a hand down one thickly muscled bicep.

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine, I assure you,” the green-eyed temptation purred, smirking as he felt two grey eyes burning into his back.

He was so looking forward to his ‘lesson’ tonight…

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Author's Note: All right, so please review to let me know if you liked it, and if you think I should continue...