Title: Princes Do Not Share (Or How Legolas Teaches Harry a Lesson)

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic sexual situation. Language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. They belong to J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien, respectively.

Pairing: Legolas/Harry.

Summary: HP/LoTR Crossover. Slash. Jealousy does not suit Legolas. After all, Harry is the one with the green eyes.

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.

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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 t 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.

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"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: The unedited version of this story is available on adultfanfiction . net – see the link in my profile page.