Title: Vanity
Author: nutmeg kawano
Contact: miphileg@ hotmail.com
Pairing: Laiqalassë/Rumil
Rating: nc-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Elfies (or anything else having to do with LotR). They belong to the Tolkien estate, etc. Please buy me the Elfies for my birthday.
Warnings: it’s slash
Summary: Rumil admires himself. Lai also admires Rumil. They shag. As always.
Note: idea came from this post God, I love our puppets. This is with personalities canon to mespt.

Rumil sat in the temporary dressing room set up by Laiqalassë’s family for use while travelling. He absolutely loved it for one very good reason: the full length, ceiling to floor mirror set against one wall.

He took a hairbrush and started to make some order out of his mess of pink hair. As he worked, however, he kept getting distracted by his own reflection.

“Damnit, Rumil, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he grinned at his reflection.

“That you are.”

Rumil dropped the hairbrush in surprise and turned to see Laiqalassë leaning against the doorframe of the dressing room, laughing softly.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” Rumil glared at his lover.

Laiqalassë smiled, “I do, but why bother? I honestly don’t think you’d mind if I caught you in a compromising position, as I’ve already seen all of you.”

Rumil pouted at this, so Laiqalassë wrapped his arms around the smaller Elf, and rested his chin on Rumil’s head while watching both their reflections in the mirror.

“You are beautiful,” Laiqalassë said, “I wouldn’t blame you in the least if you took pleasure in yourself while watching your reflection.”

He trailed a row of kisses down the side of Rumil’s face and neck, ending in a gentle bite to his shoulder.

“Stop it, Lai,” Rumil giggled, not really wanting him to stop.

Laiqalassë smiled, watching the reflection of his lover in the mirror. “I can’t,” he moaned softly into Rumil’s neck, “I simply must have you right now.”

“Well,” Rumil smirked as his hand made it’s way to the clasp of Laiqalassë’s pants, “if you insist.”

“I do,” Laiqalassë began licking and kissing Rumil’s shoulder and neck again, stopping briefly to remove the younger Elf’s shirt. He sighed when he felt his trousers slip down to rest about his ankles, and Rumil’s cool fingers begin to caress his hip.

When his fingers touched the edge of the scar on Laiqalassë’s hip, Rumil paused slightly before continuing the textile exploration of Laiqalassë’s body. That scar reminded him of their recent ordeals, and just how close he had been to losing the best lover he’d ever had. He loved Laiqalassë, he did, but it was the other Elf in the mirror kept calling to him. Not his lover, his reflection.

Laiqalassë continued his tongue’s exploration of Rumil’s body, unaware of the younger Elf’s thoughts. He pulled Rumil to a standing position, to make his exploration a little easier. Leaving a wet trail down Rumil’s stomach, he soon encountered the edge of his pants.

“You. Naked. Now.” Laiqalassë said between kisses as he fought with Rumil’s pants, before finally opening them so they would also fall to the floor, unneeded.

Rumil pulled his lover up for a kiss, their bodies pressing close into each other as their tongues wrestled for dominance between parted lips. Laiqalassë’s partially erect member pressed into his thigh and Rumil couldn’t help but wonder if his own pressing into Laiqalassë’s thigh felt nearly as warm or comforting to the other Elf. This increasing hardness was his proof that Laiqalassë found him beautiful; not all the poetic garbage he spouted, but the hot flesh.

“How would you like it today, anírapen?” Laiqalassë panted as he pulled away from the kiss.

Rumil lightly stroked Laiqalassë’s side with one hand, “Inside. I want you inside me.”

Laiqalassë’s penis grew even harder at the thought of taking his beautiful lover. “Alright.” He reached over to the nearby table and grabbed the bottle of oil that was on it. It was usually used for softening the lips of the actors, but it was a large bottle, and Laiqalassë knew it would serve his purposes.

He poured some of the oil down Rumil’s chest and began rubbing it in gently.

“Lai,” Rumil purred, “That’s not where I want you, and you know it.”

Laiqalassë grinned and moved behind his lover so they were, once again, both facing the mirror. “I know what you want, meleth.”

Rumil gasped as the cool oil flowed down his back, and into the cleft of his buttocks, followed closely by Laiqalassë’s fingers. His wonderful, lovely fingers that knew just where to touch and probe to bring him fully erect in minutes. His breathing grew shallow as those fingers found their way, one at a time, into his small opening. Drawing, coaxing, relaxing him to take the pleasure to follow.

“Meleth, lean forward.”

Laiqalassë’s words had barely made it to his brain before Rumil found himself with his hands against the mirror, eye to eye with his reflection, and a highly aroused Laiqalassë pressed against his entire body.

“Are you ready, nin úthaes?” Laiqalassë was painfully hard, seeing his lover helpless before him, and he badly wanted to take the younger Elf.

Rumil’s nod was all he needed. He pushed his penis into the Elf’s opening as soon as he got it. One quick thrust, burrying himself to the hilt the first time, just as Rumil liked it.

“Move Lai, move.” As always, Rumil adjusted rather quickly to the fullness. His request was soon gratified as his lover took up a steady rhythm, and Rumil let himself be carried by the overwhelming flow of pleasure.

He watched them, the two of them, in the mirror, making love. By the Valar, they were beautiful.

“Lai, harder!” Rumil whimpered.

Laiqalassë obeyed his lover. At the same time, he wrapped a hand around Rumil’s erection and began to stroke it in unison with his thrusts.

Rumil trembled at the triple onslaught to his senses; he was being pleasured inside and out, with the erotic image of himself and his lover moving in the reflection before him. As Laiqalassë began thrusting harder and quicker, it became too much for him.

“Aiya, Lai, orbaur.” Rumil cried out as his body tensed and orgasm overflowed his senses.

Laiqalassë flushed as Rumil’s muscles contracted around him, bringing him also to climax and milking him of his seed.

When they both resumed regular breathing, Laiqalassë lifted his hand that was covered in Rumil’s seed and licked it, while thoughtfully watching both their reflections.

“Lai?” Rumil pushed himself away from the mirror and pulled his lover to sit on the chair, making himself comfortable in Laiqalassë’s lap.

“Yes, Rumil?” Laiqalassë leaned his head affectionately on the younger Elf’s shoulder.

“I think you’re pretty, too,” Rumil kissed the top of Laiqalassë’s head. “Not as pretty as me, but still very pretty.”

Laiqalassë laughed, “Aiya, amin mela lle, anírapen.”