[He is quiet, his breath evens out as he wraps his arms around his lover, stroking his fingers through long, golden hair and brushing it down over his shoulders and back.]

That did not frighten me. [He was what Sauron willed him, he knew that. He had been forged in this fire so long ago that sometimes he barely remembered what he was like before it.] I only... take it out on me, not the boy. He does not understand you as I do, no matter how much easier you two connect. [Don't tell him he isn't loved. Please.]