Posted: January 2004
Title: Blind Taste Test
Author: Haleth
Fandom: Tolkien
Type: FCS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas
Warning: You want to be warned? Okay, if you work really hard to picture this happening, it may be difficult to get any other work done for the rest of the day.
Archive: Of Elves and Men, Library of Moria, CiB, others ask.
Notes: Some fics have odd origins. There's this old joke that goes something like this: Three slashers walk into an Italian chain restaurant… leading to a challenge from Lemur and Maeve. So here it is girls. Enjoy.
Summary: How do you tell identical twins apart? If you're a certain hot Elf, you make use of whatever senses are available.

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"Is he coming to?"

"I think I saw a twitch."

"Where? Was it anywhere good?"

Legolas felt an immense pressure behind his eyes. All was black, and the pressure on his skull made it difficult to think. His shoulders ached. He felt as if an orc had stomped on his head. Or was stomping on his head. Verb tenses could not penetrate the discomfort.

"Ah, you are awake, our Mirkwood friend."

"How fare you?"

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but only a harsh croak came out.

"Remarkably fast-acting, that sedative, yet short-lived."

"Crude, but effective, I agree."

"A little too short-lived. Why, we barely had time to … oof."

"Don't give away all the surprises, brother. Let Legolas discover something for himself."

Legolas squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push them open suddenly in hopes that he could penetrate the darkness surrounding him. He met with no success. He could not even force the lids open. He was lying down, in the pitch black, and there was an Elf on either side of him. Brothers.

"Elladan? Elrohir?" Legolas twisted his head from side to side. The rasping of thick layers of silk over linen bedding explained the darkness, a blindfold. The pain came from the combination of whatever sedative had been used on his unsuspecting form, and the tightness of the fabric fastened across his eyes. "Why am I blindfolded?"

A low chuckle came from his left. "We can't put anything over on you, can we?"

"Elladan?" He turned to his left.

Hot breath poured over his right ear. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. Only the wisest can tell."

Legolas moved to sit up, only to realize he was unable to sit, or even move, due to the strong cords binding his wrists. This explained the dull ache in his shoulders, since they were drawn overhead and attached to the headboard. His feet, he concurrently discovered, were also tied, but not together. They were spread in a most undignified manner and tied to the bedposts. " What is the meaning of this? Release me at once!"

"I think not, Legolas. You've been very naughty, and we think it's time you learned a lesson."

The voice came from the right. Low and menacing, but with a hint of amusement. Elladan. It had to be.

"Untie me at once, Elladan!"

"Are you sure?"

"He thinks he's sure. He doesn't know."

"Tsk tsk. The princeling from the Greenwood never makes mistakes."

Legolas tried to twist out of his bindings, only to realize he was held securely by them. And that he was completely naked.

"He does look lovely like that, doesn't he brother? Can we keep him?"

Elrohir. Or was it? It sounded like Elrohir trying to sound like Elladan. Or perhaps it was Elladan, colouring his tone with a hint of Elrohir to make Legolas think he was Elrohir trying to sound like… Legolas's head hurt again. Why was he naked?

"Nay, he's only ours for the night. Just long enough to teach him a lesson."

"What lesson do I need?"

Moist lips grazed his temple, and the words hissed onto him like fire. "Naughty Elf. You were acting far too superior during dinner."

"Arrogant, even." The other voice washed over his cheek. "You mocked poor Erestor."

"I did no such thing!"

"You did."

"For his confusion."

"He was rightfully confused. We confused him on purpose."

"And you laughed."

Hot tongue circled the very tip of Legolas's ear. Both ears. At the same time. "You think you are the only one who can tell us apart."

"But you can't. You can't now. You don't know who I am."

"Admit it. You are at a loss."

Legolas shook his head. He could always tell the two apart. He was the only one who could; it was a simple truth. They themselves had proven it at dinner with their little joke with Erestor. Only, now it seemed, it had been inappropriate for Legolas to acknowledge their jest in public.

"Erestor would have been none the wiser had you not giggled."

"I do not giggle!"

"Ever the vain one, aren't you, little leaf? But now we prove that you are not so infallible."

That was Elrohir's name for him. But they would have thought of that, mixing up the endearments. "You play your game unfairly. Take off this blindfold."

"Nay, that would be too easy."

"We will give you three chances, Legolas. You may make your guess when you wish, but do not guess wrong, or the game is over."

"And if you lose, we do whatever we want with you." A fingernail trailed up his side from waist to just below his arm. "However, if you guess correctly, we will untie you."

"And you may do as you wish with us."

"We will make it easier for you, though. I will remain here, on your left side at all times. And my brother will stay on his side, your right, until the outcome is decided."

Legolas nodded. This shouldn't be so hard. He willed himself to concentrate, not an easy task when two hot mouths were sucking on the tips of his ears. With their voices disguised, and his vision removed, he would have to rely on smell. The one who had just spoken smelled of wind and starlight and heady lavender. The other rubbed his nose against Legolas's cheek and the Mirkwood Elf turned his head, only to be met by the same lavender, masking Elrohir's distinctive woody scent and Elladan's natural musk.

Legolas turned back to the left. He was indeed at a loss, but would never admit it.

Low laughter came from both sides. "Perhaps we should give you a hint."

Simultaneous. He had never felt anything quite so simultaneous. Two wet tongues started at his wrists and worked their ways down his arms, pausing to nuzzle the sensitive underside. They knew his weakness. They knew what that did to him. Legolas shifted uncomfortably.

It was bad enough to be forced to play this juvenile game, but to have them deliberately arouse him. Not that he hadn't been aroused before. But this was taking things too far. He felt his cock begin to fill, to rise from its resting place between his legs and creep up his hard belly. His humiliation was complete when they both grazed under his arms with identical-feeling sharp teeth, causing him to moan.

He twisted under the double attack, desperate to get away. Both mouths moved down his sides, taking unexpected pity on him.

But no, this was not relief. They swiftly traversed his chest and latched onto nipples. Ai, the one on the left bit harder, sucked with ferocity. The one on the right lapped at his hard nipple as if it were a candy. That would be Elrohir.

Legolas whimpered as the one he assumed was Elladan pulled hard on his left nipple, then let go suddenly, soothing the pain with a flattened tongue. No, that had to be Elrohir. He excelled at those little kitten-like licks. Elladan was the one kissing down his stomach and then stabbing at his navel with his clever tongue.

"First chance. Who am I?" The words were muffled against Legolas's quivering stomach.

Elrohir had a pronounced fondness for navels. Yet the lick on his nipple was very Elrohiresque. But Elladan loved to bite.

"Look at him. So proud. So sure of himself."

"I forego this chance. I need more evidence," Legolas gasped.

The lips on his nipple curled into a smile. Damn, that had to be Elladan.

Both mouths moved further down and now someone, the one on the left, was nuzzling him, nudging his hard cock. The right tongue flicked out at the tip, left tongue swiped the base. They worked their ways toward each other, meeting somewhere in the middle, lips joining over and around his hard flesh. There was nothing to distinguish one from the other. No hints at all, only hot wet tongues and lips grazing, then kissing, then sucking at him.

Then one pair of lips, and he was to aroused to be able to tell at first if it came from the left or right, engulfed the head and slid down the shaft and the other mouth took little, soft nips at the soft skin of his inner thighs. At that point he did not care which twin was which.

But then they stopped. The one on the right, he could now tell, licked a path down to his knee and stopped. The one on the left drew his lips steadily up his shaft and placed a single, careful kiss on the tip. Elladan. It had to be. He always did that.

But then the one on the right nipped the inside of his knee. Something else Elladan always did. Of course, Elrohir would know that too.

"Second chance. Who am I?" these words flowed over his knee in a hot breath.

Legolas shook his head helplessly. He could not afford to choose wrong. "You must give me more to judge by!"

The right twin laughed. "Very well," he agreed, and reached up to untie Legolas's hands, and pull them down to waist level.

The archer winced as the blood rushed through his shoulders and numbed hands. He flexed his fingers to encourage the blood to flow, only to find both hands full of hard, hot flesh.

Unfair! The twins knelt on either side of him with their cocks in his hands, and that was the one part of them that actually was identical. In all the time he'd known the two, Legolas had been able to tell them apart at a glance. Their eyes were slightly different shades of grey. Their hair parted differently. The points of their ears were not the same. Elladan's chest was a bit thicker; Elrohir's legs had sharper definition. But their cocks were, indeed, identical in all but colour. And that was a detail denied him in his present state. There was only one way to tell the difference.

Legolas began matching, brutal rhythms, pumping the shafts and twisting his wrists and grazing the smooth heads with his thumbs. Ambidextrousness had its advantages. The twins were already close to bursting; it wouldn't take much. His steady manipulations would bring them to the edge quickly. He just needed to add a touch more stimulation for them.

Inspiration struck. The sight of Legolas tied up on the bed would have put them both into an advanced state of excitement; Legolas knew he was not being overly conceited in that assumption. So Legolas, no longer tied to the bed, arched his back and positively writhed. Twin gasps rewarded his efforts. He twisted on the bed, rolling his hips. They both loved that, he knew.

Then he growled. A low, feral growl that tapered to an insistent purr.

Twin number one, on the left, came first. As the hot seed spilled over his hand, Legolas bucked his hips up as if he wished the pulsing cock were inside him. Or because he wished it. No matter, it was enough to cause twin number two to grunt and erupt as well.

Legolas had his answer now, for one of the two shot forth more forcefully, and further than the other. He didn't think they could purposefully change that.

Just to be sure, Legolas raised his left hand to his mouth and licked at the silvery fluid from his fingers.

Just to be sure again he licked the spatters on his right forearm.

"Elrohir," he sighed, reaching out to the twin on his right.

"Not fair, little leaf. We never said you could taste."

"You never said I couldn't."

"True." Elladan stretched out next to him. "But I think this counts as a draw."

Legolas ran his hand, still a bit sticky, over Elladan's hip. Elrohir settled on the other side and drew the very tip of Legolas's ear between his lips. "I agree."

Legolas wriggled his hips, which caused his erection to bob maddeningly in the air. "I demand a rematch. I promise I won't taste this time."

Elladan lowered his hand between Legolas's legs. "Very well. We shall rearrange ourselves and see what you can guess from the inside. One after the other. We'll give you as many chances as you desire."

Legolas smiled. They may be of the same shape and dimensions, but those two cocks tended to enter him at completely different angles. One stretched him in the most delicious fashion, giving him an exquisite feeling of fullness, and the other struck him deep inside where it counted most.

Of course, he would be able to tell which twin was inside him instantly. But he didn't have to tell them that.

One after the other, stretching and probing, for as many chances as he desired. Looked as if Legolas would win more ways than one. All night long.

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THE END

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