eyefire | but don't make me your enemy

[He knows this is as much a game as it is anything else, yet, perhaps because he has no choice or because he enjoys the attention, Adar allows himself to go along with it, to believe it.

For a moment, he looks as if he is about to say that all the food Sauron offers him was good (which it was, which was part of why he despised it so much) and that he didn't hunger, but a low grumble comes from his stomach at the thought of real, fresh bread and he cannot escape that confession of hunger even if he tries.]

I did not feel well. [For reasons that had nothing to do with his health, but it was still true.] I would like that, thank you.

[ He nods, looking askance for a moment as he speaks with his mind to his attendants. His smile returns once done and he ushers Adar toward a cosy-looking couch. ]

Come sit while you drink, I want you near.

[He is duly ushered and sits down on it, settling in beside his master when he too sits. After taking another sip he sets the goblet on the end table, turning more towards Sauron instead of the sensible option of looking away from him.

It would be a lie to say he did not enjoy him like this, that he didn't enjoy seeing his various beautiful forms, or knowing the warmth of his hands without also burning. When Sauron was feeling generous there was no more attentive soul in the entirety of creation.

He is silent for a time, his head resting on Sauron's shoulder, his body leaning against his side. It was not unlike curling close to a hearth for the warmth it offered.]

My blood... [He begins, uncertain of if he even wants to ask the question but it blurting out nonetheless.] We know Maia can have children with the firstborn, Lúthien exists, but my blood is not that of an elf anymore. [Will this even work? It had long been his experience that want had nothing to do with his ability to bring children into the world. Sauron had broken him free of that constraint, but now he said he needed him willing not just able, which implied he could have controlled the birth of the Uruks more if he had tried]

I made your blood, I know how to use it. [ It could be a threat but he intends it to be reassuring. ] Nothing about you can hurt me or anything I create, we are a blend of possibilities.

[ His arm is around Adar's back, the other about his waist as Sauron fusses him into his lap. ]

And nothing that comes forth will be pained by such blood, if that is one of your concerns.

[He is more comfortable this close than he is a few feet away. It is as if his nerves melt away, even though he is still mindful of his words. He settles on his master's lap as if that is where he belongs (and maybe it is).]

I just... do not want to fail you. [And make some child suffer for it.]

You are not in control of what happens once I have your seed, it is not within your power to manipulate it. I will forge a child strong enough to walk through fire and command shadows, it will know the depths of Thangorodrim like the back of its hand and take after its clever elven father who knows the mountains' secrets.

I know all these things because they ring true when I look at you, [ like now, leaning in for a sort-of kiss as he speaks and words slur across Adar's lips, ] you are capable of giving me what I need to begin this endeavour. That is all.

[ The goblin that brings a tray of food does so unobtrusively, offering it until Sauron notices and takes the platter to balance on their laps for Adar: hot brown bread, soft and thick, with a pot of butter and honey beside a breadknife. ]

[It was not like he had control of truly anything except for the thoughts he had in the quiet dark of his rooms, anyway, but he had wanted to know more if he is to be made a party to this scheme. What would become of this child, should it live? What would he want with it besides something to keep Adar occupied and within the walls he clearly knew how to escape? His gentle worry about disappointing his master gets him some of the answers he desires, and at least Sauron doesn't seem to want to make it an outright slave or twisted beyond reason.

No so far.

When Sauron's lips are close he leans closer, stealing a light kiss that is more of a brushing of lips. All of this was his fault, anyway, for reminding Sauron of all his failed experiments. He should have kept his mouth shut.

There was only one thing he had that Sauron did not have on his own, and that was this, his seed, his ability to create life from almost nothing. The One's gift to his children, now twisted to other purposes.

The bread offers a reprieve from the need to think, his stomach growling again when it is laid out before him as he takes a slice and spreads it with butter and honey. He would not ask where all this came from, he did not want to know.]

That would be a mighty child, [he says eventually, just before he takes a bite of bread, a soft sigh of pleasure falling from his honey-covered lips as he does.]

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That it would.

[ There will simply be more of a person, more material to work with when binding a soul, it will not be naturally born by any means but Sauron is far beyond needing women to create monsters when it comes to his werewolves and balrogs. Mixing the two ideas, manipulation and breeding, is an exciting proposition even for him ... and it would please Melkor to no end if they did end up with a real soul in their thrall, spiting Eru's petty laws of how these things ought to be done.

He brushes down the back of Adar's neck as he watches him devour the simple but wholesome fare, smoothing his hair down neatly to keep it out of the honey. That little sigh from his uruk gives him chills of pleasure. Everything is going well. ]

How I desire you.

[ Sauron tips his head on his own shoulder, playing with Adar's ruined hair as his own golden tresses spill in waves. ]

[The orcs had real souls, or at least, their father thought so. He named every one of them in secret, visiting their makeshift little cribs and nurseries and whispering to them in the dark until they were too old for him to risk seeing them in private or telling them anything they might repeat to the wrong commander.

That gentle hand causes another sound of pleasure to fall from his lips. He could hate him all he wanted but he was addicted to his touch, his affection. There was no denying it.]

I always desire you. [Disturbingly, sometimes most of all when Sauron terrified him.]

[ He wants to feed him and water him and burn all kinds of new designs into his flesh so that Adar owns a rage unlike any elf before, endurance beyond the pale. Already has, in fact. But never drive away that sharp mind, never lose that. It would be a crime to turn Adar mad like the orcs, he's too valuable a tool to break.

Sauron kisses the curve of Adar's neck, nuzzling warm murmurs as he lets him eat. ]

You will give me a son, I can already feel you around me. It has been too long since I had you, I regret that.

[A son is better, he thinks, if only because if Sauron uses him the same way as his father that is still less damage than it would do to a daughter. Physically, at least. Also, he feared any girl might look like his sister, they had been so much alike in childhood and he wasn't sure he could have endured that.

He finishes the first slice of bread and buttered and honeyed another even as he leans into Sauron's lips. he wants him, he wishes this was ever as real as it sounded. It was the closest he might ever again get to being truly loved.]

All that you want from me is yours, my lord. [my love.] You have me now.

[ He is in a very rare mood as Adar munches his way through his meal. Happy, very nearly, to be so contented with the responses he gets even if they are part of a long game played for centuries between them. He supposes that makes those reactions just about as real as anything. ]

I will give you one last gift while we endeavour in this. [ His nose runs along a temple, up and down over rough skin. Hopefully, the gift will help encourage Adar into wanting to be bred. ] It is a surprise ...

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[Given what the last surprise was, the look that quickly paints Adar's face is one of worry before he manages to cover it with something more neutral and then grateful.]

Your gifts are always well chosen. [For good or for ill, depending on his mood, which for now seemed jovial enough. He finishes this piece of bread quicker, though not quite scarfing it down. There is honey on his fingers when he is done, which he begins to lick clean, mostly so he doesn't cover Sauron in it.] Whenever you are ready, so am I. [As ready as he will ever be.]

[ One of those sticky hands is guided to his mouth where he sucks those fingers clean, licking his way in between with a happy pop noise once done. He sets the tray aside and nudges him forward, toward the bedroom. ]

There is a mirror of silver, stand before it.

[ He will be close behind. ]

[That was just plain unfair, and he genuinely cannot stop the quiet moan as the feeling around his mouth seems to grab just as much at his cock despite it being untended too in his trousers. By the time he stands he is half hard already and flushing darkly as he makes his way towards the bedroom, slipping through the door and finding the mirror. He hasn't liked those in centuries, but because it was commanded, he goes and stands in front of it, all too aware of Sauron's beauty trailing him to the bedroom like a hunter.]

[ What a lovely sight complete with sounds, if he wasn't already halfhard too from his tease of a hungry uruk he would be by now. Drawing up behind him he unlatches Adar's piecemeal armour and drops it to the floor, lifting his shirt over his head too so that can join the pile. He steps up behind, chest-to-back, and covers Adar's eyes. They call Sauron the misshaper of all he touches, twisting anything he pleases, but the funny thing about that is you can always un twist too. ]

Bear with the heat, it will be over soon.

[ Like stepping into a too-hot bath the pain is immediate but it does allow Adar to ease into it even if it never really cools or lessens in intensity. The uruk's skin sears briefly, flashes behind his eyes as the sensation burns down his body, and only once it finishes does Sauron place his hands on Adar's bare hips. ]

Now see.

[ He is an elf again, unblemished and perfect, whole. If this doesn't inspire him to want to create something out of himself, Sauron isn't sure what will. He kisses him on the temple, which is now covered by a full head of lush brown hair. ]

My love ... as when first we met.

[This part he has always hated. To be shown himself in front of his master, his maker, to compare himself to the beauty that could be anything he wanted? It was cruel when he was stuck like this, when he couldn't do anything about it nor even really express how it upset him without risking anger and more mutilation.

Yet he bears it without flinching, watching Sauron in the mirror and helping him take off what he wishes until they are skin to skin. He doesn't even fuss or fret when his eyes are covered or the heat burns through him. His lip is caught in his teeth and pressed white, and fear makes his heart race more than the pain of it but he barely whimpers. He just accepted whatever it was that Sauron wanted to do to him.

It's not like he could run, especially now.

When he is allowed to see again, he is so shocked that he steps back away from the mirror and fully into Sauron before he looks down at himself, hands running over his skin, his hair, and his face, he even runs his fingers over his ears, no longer knicked and scarred like a barn cats. Sauron is still more beautiful when he sees him again in the mirror, but he was maia and that would always be so.

Adar's smile is radiant as he looks over himself again. He liked to pretend he wasn't vain, but that didn't mean he didn't miss looking in the mirror and seeing himself. Turning, he throws his arms around his master's neck, pulling him into a kiss.]

[ Sweet elf, all the more so for already being broken in. Sauron's laugh as he catches him in his arms is smothered in a kiss and he coaxes him to turn around again, to watch the way the maia's hands run down his chest and belly, fingers sliding into the iliac dents of hips, the creases of thighs ... ]

Beautiful boy. This is how I see you every day.

[ The scars are simply an overlay over the (semi) indomitable soul within. Leering over Adar's shoulder, he catches his eye in the mirror. ]

Do you want me to touch your pretty cock, my love?

[Adar had been convinced for centuries that his fëa, his form in the unseen was as sullied and marred as his flesh. So much so that he did his best not to think about it rather than risk finding out that it was true. He grumbles a wordless complaint at being turned away from the lips that he wanted so badly. he feels centuries younger and lighter, just by looking like he once had, by feeling at home in his own skin again.

His cock's ardour had been cooled by the pain and then rekindled by his excitement, but it is his words that sneak along his skin and hug at his cock before his hand ever comes nearer. He swallows and nods.] Please, my Lord.

[ His lips travel Adar's jaw and neck, kisses plucking at smooth skin; the moment he starts stroking him, Sauron licks a long line up to that uncut ear and sucks on the tip. His clothes burn away to literal ash and leave him naked, hardening cock of his own pressing into the small of Adar's back to let him know he's wanted with shallow ruts, one hand steadying Adar at the hip as the other works him over in long pulls, root to tip and all over again, again, tongue curling around the shell of an ear. ]

You are so beautiful, all mine. Look at you, fit to be fucked by a maia any day ... soft as flower petals in my palm.

[It is never difficult for Sauron to wrap him around his finger in this way. As much as his stomach had growled for food before, affection, kindness, love were the real things that he hungered for. He had known them once in abundance, found in the bedrolls of friends and the joy of his siblings, in sunlight and starlight and even in the shadow of war.

In Angband it was a rarer currency. His children tried to love him, of course, but he was not their master (nor did he wish to be) and their ideas of such things were warped, leaving Sauron as his only light. The flame that warmed him, filled him until his cup overflowed but would just as readily snatch it away again and leave him in darkness.

Not tonight, though. No. They had plans and Adar gave himself up to them more readily than he meant too. He leaned back into the feeling of Saurons cock as much as he could, he gasps and moans at the gentle teasing os his hand and his tongue, his cock is hard and ready with an embarrassing quickness as he rocks into his master's hand.] All yours, [he agrees, sounding turned on and lovesick and happy for once.]

[ Adar always likes to act like he isn't a wanton slut in the bedroom but tonight he's on overdrive when he gives up pretending, practically cooing in Sauron's embrace as he's shown how beautiful he looks while getting stroked. Sauron busses kisses up his neck and cheek, across his sensitive ear, eyes on him in the mirror as he works that length over in long, firm strokes, pawing his way up Adar's side to scratch at his ribs. ]

Look, lovely one. Look how perfect a pair we make ...

[Some of it is vanity, he had always hated each and every disfigurement he was given in the name of "progress" or, just as often, punishment, but also it is the lightness of being able to fully feel things again, to have nothing that aches and needs soothing, nothing that pulls too tight when he moves or doesn't feel at all because the nerves were long burned away.

Sauron's touch isn't a ghost anywhere on him tonight, it full and vibrant and the only ache in his body is his desire to be touched, loved, to fuck. He tilts his head to give Sauron as much room as he desires at his throat, eyes half-closed and watching them in the mirror through thick lashes as he is stroked, teased.]

My Lord, [he whimpers, because he will not last forever like this and he doesn't know if he's allowed to not.]

[ His whole focus is getting Adar to feel relaxed and keen to breed, to be bred, to be used and partly the instrument in Sauron's plans as they become amorphous ideas of a far more pleasing nature. A child to raise, a chance to have something he never could have before, and to earn it while feeling good about himself. Sauron nods into Adar's hair, laughing under his breath not at him but with him, showing him with a smile he can come; he works a slick fist over the tip faster, other hand sliding down to jerk the base. ]

You have far more than one in you tonight, my love. Enjoy this ...

Edited 2022-11-24 21:13 (UTC)

[He always had more than one in him, Sauron had long ago made sure of that. A bull who could not perform was of little use, after all. But still he had had to ask, this wasn't just anyone wrapped around his cock, it was his master, his re-maker, his only light and source of love in these dark halls.

Each stroke of his cock drives him closer and closer, his body growing taut. almost, almost a l m o s t then as his hand reaches up and back to brush over Sauron's too-perfect jaw that is cradled in the crook of his neck he finally cannot help himself and he comes, spilling over Sauron's hand and having to lean back against him so he does not swoon. Saurons name is on his lips, mixed with moans and master, or my lord and a thousand sweet nothings that he had never earned but Adar always ended up whispering to him in moments like these anyway.]

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