Warning:  Again. This story is NC-17.  If you are not old enough where you live, not mature enough or just dont like reading things with graphic descriptions of SEX, you should hit your back buttons now.  Still here?  Well, heres another warning:  This story is SLASH.  This means there are two bloody gorgeous men who are having the aforementioned sex.  If you dont like this then again I say:  Hit the back button!

Well, this story is dedicated first off to Liana Wanderwillow, who first encouraged me to post my fanfiction to the web and also gave me the idea for this fic.  Secondly, I would like to thank all those lovely people who reviewed my first fic and gave me the courage to write and post a second.  So thank you Evil Willow, Invidi, Phyrbyrd, LuciusMCassius, Jackie, Just Another Writer, wow, Angelus, kc, Noon, the person who left a smilie in the name spot, SkyFire, Riley, Gaberiel Yaslana, J. Marie, Lilah, wildcardgal, AmberKid, Lynne, Sirena Farren, Little Rat, and Escagurlie.

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The Grapes of Bath

By Ebony Kain

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Aragorn reclined in the bath, letting the heat of the water soak into tired and sore muscles.  He let his head fall back to rest on the edge of the tub, and closed his eyes.  Several peaceful moments passed before he heard the soft footsteps of a barefoot Elf on the polished stone floor.  He opened one eye and saw the blonde shine of Legolas hair before closing his eye and smiling a little. 

Legolas approached Aragorn and knelt at the side of the tub.  He carefully set down the tray he had been carrying, making sure it didnt make any sound to disturb the human.  He looked at Aragorn for a moment, very much wanting to kiss the little smile playing about his mouth, finally settling for brushing a damp lock of hair from his forehead. 

Hello, fair one.  Aragorns voice made Legolas smile in turn.

Hello, Aragorn.  Legolas reached down to the tray beside him and took a grape from the bowl on it.  He had peeled them before coming to the baths, and his fingertips were stained bright reddish purple.  Would you care for a grape, he asked.

Aragorn opened his eyes to look at the Elf sitting beside the tub.  One hand came up to rest on Legolas bare shoulder and one eyebrow arched.  You came down here just to ask if I want grapes? 

Legolas thought he detected a bit of hurt in his tone.  He smiles innocently, Yes.  Would you like?  They are very sweet.

Aragorn watched as the grape Legolas had been holding was pressed against pale pink lips and then disappeared into his mouth.  Having been peeled the juice from the gape coated the Elfs lips like a clear gloss.  He swallowed hard as a pink tongue lightly licked away the sweet essence of the fruit.  All right, he said, his voice only slightly strained.  Yes then.  Yes I would like some grapes.  Only an Elf, he thought, could make the simple act of eating a grapea grape for goodness sake! into something erotic.

He watched as Legolas took another grape, but instead of giving it to Aragorn, as the Man had expected, Legolas raised a goblet of wine for him to see.  He dipped the grape into the red liquid and then brought it to Aragorns lips.  The Man accepted the sweet into his mouth, but when Legolas would have pulled back to fetch another grape Aragorn caught the Elvish Princes hand.  He ate the grape quickly and brought those long slender fingers to his mouth once more, sucking the wine from the tips, his tongue following a droplet that ran down his palm.  Aragorn swirled his tongue over the area, then gently began to nibble at the pulse in Legolas wrist.  He was well rewarded when he looked up to see the princes face was flushed and his breathing had deepened.  Aragorn smiled against the captive flesh and then released the hand.

Legolas stared hard at Isildurs heir as he retrieved another grape and again, dipped it into the wine before bringing it to Aragorns lips.  Again Aragorn captured his hand and tormented him with pleasant sensation.  When his hand was released, however, Legolas had reached his limit.  He surged forward, knocking over the bowl and goblet in his haste to feast of Aragorns mouth.  He had come down he with the purpose to tease his human mate, but instead found himself being teased.  It was time to end the teasing.

Aragorn welcomed Legolas kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around the lean form of his naked lover.  He was briefly thankful for Legolas lack of clothing and wasted no time in pulling the Elf into the bath with him.  He groaned into the kiss as Legolas pressed himself to Aragorn, their wet bodies gliding against one another easily in the water.  And as delightful as it was to have his lover in his arms, rubbing against him, Aragorn wanted more.

He pulled away, ignoring Legolas mew of protest.  He lifted the Elf by the hips and positioned him so that he straddled Aragorns hips.  The prince quickly caught on and allowed Aragorn to support him.  One arm wrapped around the Elfs slender hips, the other dipping between his legs to prepare him.  They usually took their time in lovemaking, but neither could stand the thought of waiting.  He plunged two fingers into Legolas at the same time latching onto a pink nipple and sucking hard.

Legolas gasped harshly as he was stretched and carefully prepared.  He pushed back against the fingers impatiently and growled at Aragorn.  The fingers left him and Legolas cried out when Aragorn gripped his hips with both hands and pulled him down to impale him fully in one quick movement.

Aragorn stilled when he heard Legolas cry, worried that maybe he had been too rough with him.  But no, Legolas was leaning forward to kiss Aragorn with more fervor than the Man could remember ever experiencing in a kiss.  Aragorn returned the kiss that stole the breath from his lungs and did his best to give as good as he got.  Then he smirked and thrust his hips up, causing Legolas to arch and moan, his head falling back.  Aragorn sucked on the vulnerable column of throat trustingly exposed to him, leaving a striking red mark behind.

Legolas moved with Aragorn, their bodies imitating the motion of waves.  His arms wrapped tight about the humans shoulders and he pulled Aragorn away from the edge of the tub, feeling the Mans knees bend behind him.  Legolas wriggled in Aragorns lap until he was able to wrap his legs around the strong body as well.  He tucked his head into Aragorns neck and listened to the uneven breathing in his ear.  Two hard thrusts and Legolas felt himself filled with liquid heat and felt Aragorns teeth grip his shoulder.

Aragorn held Legolas with his forehead resting on the Elfs now bruised shoulder, breathing heavily.  His hands ran lightly up and down the smooth back as the Man waiting to gain control of his breathing.  He slowly raised his head and attempted to look at his Elf, but Legolas still had his head tucked against his neck.  He almost asked if something was wrong before he became away of the heat pressed against his belly.  Aragorn pressed a kiss to Legolas shoulder and snaked a hand between their bodies to stroke his rigid flesh.  Legolas let of an explosive breath against Aragorns neck and moaned sweetly.  He slowly undulated against Aragorn, pushing into the hand pleasuring him.  Legolas muffled his cry against Aragorns neck as he came.

Legolas kissed and nuzzled Aragorn like a great cat favoring its owner with affection.

Legolas, Aragorns voice in his ear, like beautiful music it sounded just after sex.  Legolas breathed an inquiring sound and continued his ministrations.  He felt mild laughter in the chest against his.  Legolas, my dear Elf The tub is small and the water grows cold.  Perhaps you would like to move this somewhere warmer and more comfortable.

Legolas sighed as though greatly put upon.  I suppose you may be right.  Although anywhere with you gives me comfort.

Aragorn smiled.  You comfort my heart, dear one.  But humans begin to get cramped when confined to one small place for a great while.  He gently separated them and felt the loss Legolas voiced with a sigh as their bodies no longer joined.

They helped each other to unsteady feet and exited the baths, wrapping robes around themselves for the journey back to Aragorns bedchambers.  Well then, Legolas said with a mischievous smile to Aragorn, Ill simply have to massage the hurts out of your body, wont I?