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but don't make me your enemy
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[ Adar is left alone for a night. Sauron finds him in the obsidian hallways of the palace, the parts he is allowed to frequent as a captain, standing at the end of a corridor when Adar turns. His robes are dark, simmering with a soft burn at the ends of his robes, and his eyes are the only light of any worth, fixed on his uruk. ]
[ Adar is left alone for a night. Sauron finds him in the obsidian hallways of the palace, the parts he is allowed to frequent as a captain, standing at the end of a corridor when Adar turns. His robes are dark, simmering with a soft burn at the ends of his robes, and his eyes are the only light of any worth, fixed on his uruk. ]
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He kisses Adar's hesitation off his lips, peering down as he turns his fingering shallow and slow, so that Adar can listen and look, see the sweat on his master and the intelligence in his fiery gaze. ]
I will keep it safe, [ he nuzzles in, earnest, ] I want you to help raise it.
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Here on his bed, their eyes locked on each other he cannot think he will ever know anything better than this. He was chosen, he was strong enough, he was favoured enough that Sauron wanted him, even if just to use him. The fingers that brush soft hair behind Sauron's ears do so with love and reverence.]
Safe-safe or [safe like him, a favoured tool that often ended up burnt by the fire. His rewards were always great, but so was his suffering.]
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[ Not directly, anyway. He expects it to be smart, to take caution seriously, all of that.
He nips his way along Adar's ear while fucking him deep with a third finger sliding in to stretch him further with a slight burn. A little faster, courting the pulse of his hips and primal desire to be fucked, whispering ... ]
I know you hate me nearly as much as you love me. I know. I S E E Y O U.
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Would you want me if my love was unconditional? [He risks asking, his voice hitched and his hips trying to squirm down against that clever hand.] Or would I just be another one of your discarded toys?
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[ Kissing him with a thoughtful hum, Sauron hooks an arm under one of Adar's knees and pushes it higher, fluttery little half-touches barely fucking him as he teases that sweet spot. ]
Ah, Ránevaryar, [ I see you, ] I love those that love me.
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As much as he knows he is being used, he doesn't feel unwanted now, he kisses him back softly and sweetly, as open to him there as his body is to his hand. His breath comes in soft gasps, then when his mother-name is said after so many long years of its absence, the smile Sauron gets is real, if a little bewildered.] I do love you. [And that is his problem.]
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You are more to me than you know.
[ He leans up on a bent arm to watch Adar's face as he guides his cock into him, one long press without pause, forcing his tight hole open around the hot length sinking in, in, in. Sauron catches his breath once fully seated, letting the effect Adar has over him be seen and tasted with another kiss, this time sweet and light, holding himself still where he pins him to the black sheets. ]
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There was nothing in the wide, vast world like being the focus of his attention.
He wants to say that much I could believe but he also wants to say nothing as the maia's lips leave a trail of damp heat down his jaw as he tilts his head to give him as much room to roam as is physically possible.
Adar's eyes are half open, watching Sauron, admiring him when he finally feels the press of Sauron's cock at his entrance and then within him, filling him until he almost feels he cannot take anymore. His breath hitches, his body aching with the almost forgotten feeling, his nails catching at Sauron's back, keeping the maia close like he would a more elvish, containable lover. As their lips meet again Adar moans, wanting it to be deeper, more, but unable to follow his mouth far if he doesn't allow it. His cock leaks, hard and aching and unattended by the both of them and he doesn't even care.]
You feel so good inside of me, [he manages to mumble out, flushed darkly from the thick desire in his voice and by how true it is and how much he means it. It is humiliating and hot and true all at once.]
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Most he loves to mouth his way over a pulse in an elegant throat and graze his teeth along a jaw, tasting the way Adar tips his head and moans, scratching at the maia's back in turn. ]
My little flame, my own one.
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It is almost like they are one being, like Adar could slip his skin as easily as the maia and be one with him. He cannot, but it feels like he might, like he could.] Please. [Please, please, please. He wants him, he cannot say or understand how much just that he does. Every fibre of his being sings of it as his hips rise to meet his masters, wanting to be filled by his cock as much as he wanted to stay in this warmth forever. For the moment, he couldn't remember why he had ever run. Nothing exists beyond Sauron, and he forgets anything ever had.]
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Adar feels very, very good in his own right and has the lieutenant of Angband moaning as golden hair spills, head tipping back. A nail rubs over the slit of Adar's weeping cock, pressing in to open him up there too; yellow eyes alight on Adar's face, a dark teasing humour shared as he licks his lips. ]
Prettiest bitch I could ever hope to breed.
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soclosesoclosesoclose echoes in his head and maybe on his lips, certainly it can be felt every movement of his body, heard in every hitched breath, every desperate whimper that falls from his lips. He wants nothing but to please his master in that moment, to last for him as long as he wants.
Those words though slip into his mind, later they will haunt him but right now they feel almost right, almost good and he suddenly cannot hold himself together anymore, his seed spilling out, sticky and hot between them, his body milking the cock the drove into him again and again as he moaned for Sauron, his name on his lips, sweet and tender despite the insult of its meaning.]
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Sauron tilts his lover's chin and kisses him fondly through panting breaths, a hand curled loosely around Adar's length still covered in sticky stains. ]
Little flame ...
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He whimpers.]
You are... [everything.]
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Bringing his hand up, he licks off Adar's seed where he can see it being consumed, the way Sauron doesn't eat it but lets it boil to nothing on his tongue where it's absorbed into his power, sucking his fingers clean. Once done, he frames Adar's head with bent arms and rests their foreheads together: it's done. There will be something as a result of this, whether Sauron can coax the flesh into a child is another matter, but he is exceedingly skilled in that area. ]
Tired, love? Need to rest?
[ His hips slowly start to retreat, taking that hard cock with them. ]
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misfortunepleasure of having him close, having his attention, for a few sweet moments, fixated on them.Whether this time was out of cruelty or kindness, he will wonder for a long time, but in the moment it feels good, the taste of his mouth still lingers on Adar's tongue, familiar and heady like a favourite wine.]
Don't. [Go, don't leave him to the comparative chill of the room... don't hurt him through whatever it is you make. His fingers find Sauron's hair, not tangling in it this time but carding gently through it, pushing it behind his elf-like ears. The strands so soft in his fingers that it feels more like silk.
He cannot make Sauron do anything, he cannot move him if he doesn't want to be moved, he cannot make him love him properly, but he can plea for a little more time wrapped together in this fantasy of all those things.]
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You are [ what's the right word? ] precious to me.
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I do love you. [Even when he shouldn't, even though he plainly knows better than to and it is written in those gentle green eyes even now if Sauron glanced at them. Even though he is sure the sweet kindness he was given tonight will be taken back if not soon then eventually. Sauron liked him how he was before most of all and not this elven memory whose only tell that he was still changed was the colour of his blood.]
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[ He sees those green eyes well enough, his own almost dark with his inner fire depleted. Brushing up and down Adar's side, he never looks away from him and gives that attention he knows is craved. ]
You are always safe by my side.
[ From any lesser evils, at least. ]
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His soul was so bound to Sauron that he didn't think he could ever love another this way. The imprint of maia hands was on his heart, all over his body even now with his flesh as smooth as silkstone.]
I know.
[As long as he behaves, as long as his master is happy, as long as nothing he talks back to him with is shared in company or too sharp or too true. As long as Sauron doesn't crave the sounds he makes when hurt, again, or have another idea on how to improve him.]
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Instead of returning permanently to the lower castes to do your duty, would you like to stay here every other night?
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I always wish to be near you. [That was true, almost too much so.] Wanted.
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[ He looks around at his bedroom, the roaring fireplace, the rooms beyond made soft by candlelight. ]
Enter these chambers whensoever you wish, little flame.
[ A kiss on the lips to settle him, and he arches his back to slide free of Adar's body, waving an absent hand to clean them up so they can cuddle. ]
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Thank you. [He relaxes, curling close to Sauron and nuzzling his neck softly. He truly did love him, despite the thousands of reasons and memories that said he should not. He wasn't even sure what he would have done if he had truly escaped. No one else would want him as much, no one else would understand.]
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[ It's a tease, even as they settle down and the black blankets are drawn up, cosy in the darkness of the quietening fire. Sauron wraps him up in his arms and grows larger, more to his natural stature, so it's easier to gather Adar close and be everywhere for him. ]
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