the light of crowns, the dark of dreams

[eyefire]

( from here. )
[ "Hold onto me and we shall fly like dragons."

The firestorm that spins up from the ground to surround them exists outside a thin barrier that his power keeps from doing any harm, whirling up with magma from the rocks beneath their feet until all sensation of standing is gone and there is a freefall, like flying perhaps, for a host of seconds where he cradles Adar to keep him from falling into the nothingness of a world absent outside the tornado. The lava hardens, the hot breeze dies down, and their feet touch a floor of shining obsidian very much like the kind that plated Angband.

He listens to Adar's breathing for a moment, enjoying how loud it is, then the circular wall around them cracks and falls away, crumbling to reveal a room full of inky shadow and an unseeable ceiling. A bed towers close by, the posters of it hung with satin so smooth it could be oil-slick, and all is silent.

Sauron's soft golden glow illuminates a little, but he raises a hand from Adar and ignites the candelabra overhead to assist with a dim light like sunset. All the while, his gaze never leaves his uruk general. ]

Welcome.

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[eyefire]

[ If fear isn't enough to keep a leash around Adar's neck, fucking will do nicely. Sauron has plenty of experience in both.

He lets his arms fall overhead on the dark sheets, golden hair spread out as he makes a show of basking under Adar's attention, the slender, pretty cock stroked in that gnarled hand slick with precome, creamy thighs blushing pink with the pressure of every touch spreading them. If his eyes didn't glow with his spirit of fire he could be any high elf lord that gazed upon the trees in a time before time, thrumming with radiance.

The way he arches matches a line of fire threaded throughout the floor, obsidian cracking as it heats up on the subconscious will of the Maia when Adar touches him so intimately. A hand slides down to cover the uruk's fingers and leave a smear of clear oil, only a little: pain isn't something Sauron balks at in the search for pleasure but he wants Adar to think back on this and have his guts melt with want. ]

[callmeadar]

[Name a more iconic duo than Sauron and using people's natures against themselves.

Adar is half convinced that the Maia has made himself more beautiful somewhere between their disrobing and the sweet sight of him there on the bed. He was so beautiful that all the names the elves called him seemed even more insulting than usual and he didn't even want to think of them. he had so many others, and one Adar didn't dare use, but master and my lord would suffice when his voice rediscovered language again.

The oil pressed onto his fingers makes the heat rise in his cheeks, the wordless encouragement, permission, perhaps even command finally taking root in his mind and easing the unconscious fear that had lingered over him. He continues to tease him there, then slips one well-slicked finger inside of him, spreading the oil and teasing him before adding a second finger, fucking him slowly and in time with how he stroked his cock. With each inward push his fingers crooked, seeking the nerves that would make even a maia see stars when teased enough.]

[eyefire]

[ The flare of flames here and there across the floor marks the same moment Sauron arches up sharply, chasing a burst of sweet pressure deep at the ends of Adar's fingers. His mouth falls open on a soft moan and he settles his spirit more firmly into the cage of his body, laughing with a flash of a grin as if surprised (he is) by the sweetness of the sensation. It's been a while, after all. ]

Do not stop ...

[ If he can drag Adar down for more hungry kisses, conveniently muffling his own groans, he absolutely will. The fall of his thighs is slow as they spread higher and knees run along the uruk's side, every gesture gathering Adar to him, possessive and needy. ]

[callmeadar]

[Though he sees the floor's red flickers out of the corner of his eyes, Adar doesn't let it distract him from his task, one he meant to finish even before the command/request rung out in the hair between them. His strokes steadily pick up speed, fucking his master firmly and deeper, pressing every single time against that place that would drag anyone undone. His other hand keeps pace still, enjoying the velvety hardness in his hands.

When his master tries to pull him forward he almost tips over, not wanting to give up either prize but he lets himself be dragged down, keeping himself hovered over his master with only his muscles which flex and strain as he finds a good position that allows his hands enough freedom even as his mouth plunders and is plundered in return. The kisses no longer simply sweet but instead, devouring.]

[eyefire]

Ah, ahh ... !

[ Whether trying to say Adar's name or his newly given one, Sauron bows off the bed as he drives down on those long digits, biting his lip as he grips at the uruk's shoulder, nails running over a scar to help ride out a powerful shudder. Precome smears across his belly from the erection he sports, stiff and red from being stroked to distraction. Oh, he remembers why he enjoyed having a body. His thanks to Adar are unspoken but lodge somewhere in the Maia's ribs, mildly resentful he feels so good but unable to forget in a hurry.

He won't let it be said he doesn't reward his most loyal followers.

Hissing amid a blend of Quenya and Black Speech curses, he nods with his eyes closed. Too overcome, almost. ]

Now. Now, I want you.

[callmeadar]

[Of all the memories he had of his master, this was certainly one he planned to keep and treasure. There was something warming that had nothing to do with his own aching cock to see him driven so wild in a way that didn't involve any wailing or teeth gnashing that weren't his own.

It's such a rare treat that Adar actually smiles when the Maia beneath him goes right back to being demanding. Clearly not well fucked enough to keep him from spouting off orders for more than a moment. And what can one do with their master but comply?

Adar actually gives it a few more strokes, teasing him like he wasn't going to do what he was told again before he pulls his fingers free of him and positions his cock at his entrance then pushes inside him in one smooth movement that nearly bows him over into his master's chest with an almost primaeval moan for how good it feels after so long of going untouched.

His pause is but a moment in length as he gathers his wits back to him and then he moves, not the slow and gentle fucking he might have done for anyone else but matching the pace his hand had kept before, his hand supporting him now as his hips roll ceaselessly, certainly not prepared to meet his own pleasure first, though keeping himself from it is a task that has his lip pressed white between his teeth and a drip of black blood falling in his own mouth.]

[eyefire]

[ On the cusp of making clearer demands, he swallows his impatience when Adar sinks inside and fills him up, sending such heat through Sauron that the floors crack further and embers float through the room as he tries to match it. The hard, hurried pace is what he wants and has him moaning his approval to fill the room as he claws at Adar's shoulders and chest, legs wrapping around a waist to hold him prisoner.

His eyes slit open and turn their glow on Adar as Sauron guides him down into another kiss, licking the black blood off his bitten lip and biting into it to taste more, heels digging into the uruk's ass. ]

Good, you're so good ... Mine, you're all mine, ahh. [ Breath hitching as he rides him, Sauron works his hips with the intent of trying to make Adar come. ] Tor, fukishamash.

[callmeadar]

[The flare of embers catch his attention out of the corner of his eyes, but the uruk doesn't pay them heed. If they sink into the centre of the world because his master came, well it would be fitting. He barely has the brainpower to think of it anyway, not with the feeling of his body so tight around Adar's cock, his hands reclaiming old scars with fresh dark lines.

Then there is the kiss, and Adar's hand releases his cock to instead weave into his golden hair and hold him close. It tastes like copper and iron and an endless hunger that burns within him now. His hips roll, unrelenting, his body aching to release but still wanting to see the maia beneath him come undone. A game with his master he was surely losing, between his hips and his voice. He manages for at most half a minute more after that last encouragement curls encouragingly in his ruined ear and then he cannot hold on anymore. He loses himself, the ability to keep his hips at an even pace, the strength to hold himself up fully as his cock empties itself as he slams into his master. A mess of moans fall from his lips, words uttered in every language he has ever learnt as pleasure crashes over him.]

[eyefire]

[ Triumph blooms as a shiver when Adar loses their little game, suffusing all through Sauron as he drags him in for his orgasm and pets him all over, Adar's hair and naked body from neck to hip and back again, cooing his encouragement ('There you are, you're so hot, that's my beloved'). He basks in the unique sensation of being sullied and nuzzles along Adar's cheek as he lets him settle down, enough to catch his breath. ]

My turn ...

[ It's nothing to invert their positions and push Adar to the side, rolling with him so Sauron sits on his lap. He grins, eyes bright in the gloaming bedchamber, and steadies himself on a marred chest as he starts to rock his hips so that Adar's oversensitive cock isn't left alone for a moment, daring him to complain with a look. It feels so, so good to have him hard inside. Permission certainly isn't given for him to change that, however difficult it may be. ]

[callmeadar]

[How warm and comforting he was, how sweet even. At least that is what Adar thinks, his mind drunk on pleasure as he kisses a lazy path on whatever part of his master he could reach as his breath evens out.

That sweet reverie doesn't last long. Before he can even string together a coherent sentence he finds himself now beneath his master, pinned between his determined hips and the silky sheets. The contrast of it would be tantalising if it had happened minutes before, but now it just makes him moan, every nerve in his cock still oversensitive to even the smallest touch.]

My lord... [Is it a plea to stop or a plea to find his pleasure with Adar's body? Neither his tone nor his mind seem sure about which one holds more weight. But he is sure he cannot look away, does not even want too.]

[eyefire]

[ His cries reach for the out-of-sight ceiling with every rutting roll and he sits up to gather his hair, arms folded as he grips his locks and leaves the rhythm to his hips. Adar's plea makes him bite his lip (surely he feels pain, surely) and it prompts Sauron to flex his thighs so he can drive down properly crying out in pleasure, the sinuous writhing of his hips a greedy, self-indulgent thing, working over his general. ]

Lat zaug kramp kuluk izg nargzab, [ fiery eyes focus on Adar, reaping their way into turmoiled thoughts, ] amukhparhor izg nargzab.

[ There, he gasps, driving down, mouth agape and caught on golden strands of hair. There, there, there, yesyesyes. Sauron bares his teeth, sharper than before, wolflike. ]

Rad skaat urzku ishi izish, izg frum lat can. Izg draagh lat!

[callmeadar]

[His master consumes his every sense as he fucks himself on Adar's still-hard cock. He aches at every touch, yet cannot bring himself to try to pull away or even look away from the bewitching image before his eyes. Every single visible bit of him, even the flaming eyes is captivating, he wants to forget nothing. He wants to drown in the glory of this moment, of the sight of him. Adar's moans and gasps rise with every grind of hips that makes him ache and feel overused.

Yet regret begins to creep back when his master speaks, the language not just falling easily to his misshapen ears but seeming to snake possessively around him and his mind. He tries to resist the words, because as much as he was Sauron's he was also his own being again, but every time he gains purchase back in his own mind he is overwhelmed again in body and can think of nothing else. His hands grip Sauron's smooth, firm thighs but do not try to impede him, nails just pressing almost hard enough to cut into that smooth skin.

Sauron had been playing with him like he was just a puppy before, but now the wolf was truly at the door, teeth and all.]

My lord, I couldn– [Except he could, he could, he could probably go a dozen times or more if that was what Sauron wanted because it was like his body was seized by the command and his hips rise to meet his lords, and in a few short thrusts after the command that might as well have grabbed him by the throat, Adar comes again, his body arching, toes curling, the entire overwhelming thing that tosses him into a state of openness, of vulnerability he didn't normally carry. His cries much louder than before. Nothing measured or ordered was left about him.]

[eyefire]

[ His stare remains intense as Adar begs and moans so prettily like a wounded animal begging for the final arrow. Sauron wrings him dry, cresting his own orgasm as Adar lets out that brutal, wrecked noise and sends shivers all through his lord's bones. Yesyesyes, that's what he wants, total submission and subservience. His thighs clamp tight and he spills his seed all over Adar's belly and chest, smearing it high up to his throat where Sauron grips and holds him down until he's finished, panting like he might have raced a horse to lameness across the Anfauglith; fires roar to life around the room, simmering to the throb of his body.

He releases Adar's throat but leans down to kiss him in a slow, lazy tide of silent demand, wanting to taste his exhausted breaths. ]

[callmeadar]

[He shudders, his whole body full of a fine tremor as he came down from the high. The hand on his throat causes a confusing mix of feelings between delight and terror, along with a touch of shame that sinks in the second he begins to think more clearly and notices the sticky evidence of their misdeeds coating his torso.

Yet despite all of those mixed feelings, he kisses his master back. His hands coming from his thighs to tangle in that beautiful golden hair and cradle his cheek. Adar was breathless, stealing what air he could as their lips moved together. Sauron was so beautiful that Adar was half convinced Ilúvatar was having a laugh the day he made him. For even though he could assume so many forms, he certainly had a taste for fairer ones, a taste that seemed built-in from the start. And he was so beautiful, and so terrible all at once.]

[eyefire]

[ Head lolling with the last shivers of pleasure, he climbs off Adar to flop down beside him and stretch out. An absent wave of his hand cleans up their spend and he rolls over, the golden hair Adar loves to play with spilling over a grotesquely scared shoulder, an arm warm as ambers draping across the uruk's middle. Sauron gets comfortable, cosy, and nips at Adar's neck where his pulse is slowing. ]

What a way to ensure favouritism ...

[callmeadar]

[In which direction? Adar can't contain the amusement at the comment that wells in his chest, it comes out in just a huff and a crooked smile as he lazily strokes his fingers through Sauron's hair.

It was sweetly domestic, if you knew nothing about either of them.]

I never did enjoy failing you. [For several reasons, at first simply because of the pain involved but later, when he was properly reformed into a Uruk there had been a deeper urge that had little to do with the terror he could evoke.]

[eyefire]

Mmm, I think you like this body more than I ...

[ He laces their fingers together, playing with Adar's hand on his chest. Much toastier than before, the shadows reclaim the room as a steady fireplace keeps itself in one place nearby, providing a dull golden light. ]

You did very well, I am pleased.

[callmeadar]

It is a beautiful form, one that has wooed almost anyone you set your mind to. [Annatar appealed to most, save the very wise and cautious. And this was basically that form, perhaps exactly that form. It had been a while.]

Thank you, my lord. [His smile softens a little to something more genuine.] For allowing me to.

[eyefire]

[ A soft kiss is granted for the elf within; a nip on the lip for the uruk without. ]

Sleep now. When you wake, we shall dine.

[callmeadar]

[And peace settles over both sides of him, his fingers still idly playing with golden hair even as his exhaustion catches up with him. Just before he falls asleep he presses a kiss to Sauron's temple and nuzzles there.

And then he sleeps, easily for once. Without too many dreams (or nightmares). Just the warm comfort of not being so alone for once.]