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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[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.]