eyefire | but don't make me your enemy

[ He is not all evil, as some think. The evil deeds are in pursuit of order, he wants there to be something beautiful and enduring and obedient to both him and Morgoth in this world since the Valar have all but forsaken it. They clearly don't care, not unless Orome feels like racing through the wilds, which he hasn't done for long enough to have become a myth and legend in his own right. Sauron does not want the world to cease existing, only to obey him while it continues, so his madness is removed from the nihilism of his master's ... at least a little. The good estate of his subjects is something he yearns for, so that they might adore him.

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.

[It would be easier if he were just evil, if the desire to curl close to him tasted false and foul. None of the elves would ever understand why the protests against Sauron always died on Adar's lips when they were alone, when Sauron drew close.

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.]

Do you think I would harm my own child?

[ 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.

[Honestly? Yes. Anything that defied his sense of order and was not Morgoth was usually fair game to be brought low. And though he doesn't come out and say it, it is clear enough on his face for the few moments before another finger is pressed inside of him and scrambles his thoughts. He ached for him, for those fingers to be replaced with his cock, to be filled by him, to be fucked until there was nothing more he could give.]

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?

Toys? [ He tilts his chin, curious at the phrasing. ] Is that how you see me, moving toys in a pen to my own amusement? You think I discard what displeases me?

[ 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.

It can feel that way. [Because whether Sauron does it intentionally or not, he is certain it is that way. Things that interest him or are useful get his doting gaze turned upon them, and when they no longer are, there is nothing but a lonely shadow, a memory of what burning brightly had felt like.

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.]

[ Adar looks so good underneath him. Hearing I do love you earns a long kiss, heated and loving to let Adar feel like every inch of him is being soaked up into the maia's aura. He slips his fingers free, trailing lips down Adar's jaw. ]

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. ]

[Even after all these years, surrendering to his master, to a being who could turn him inside out if he wished too, didn't come naturally... yet it did come, almost every time, his lips craved Saurons, his body sang for him, his fëa reached ever for the warmth that was so often offered to him when his master was pleased with him.

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.]

[ He was not always evil, is not even all evil right now having done evil deeds aplenty, so when he gathers Adar up with an arm around him and starts to make love to him it is not without knowing the memory of what that felt like. Clasping a thigh to keep it bent high about his waist as he moves, he scores there on milky flesh with his nails from passion alone, not hatred or punishment, and when he drives into Adar with purpose it's to seek his lover's pleasure. Whispers of Mine and Beautiful mingle with Adar's silky hair by his pretty ears, the hard heat of Sauron fucking him to a steady heartbeat they share and if he could get him withchild like this the effort would be sincere (for all the edging he teases him with).

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.

[It's a trick he should think, because he knows Sauron about as well as anyone ever could without being a maiar or Morgoth. Yet, there, in that moment, as they move together, it feels real. It feels more loving and true than any touch he's had in long centuries. He enjoys the scrape of nails over his now pristine flesh, the dark pink lines Sauron leaves in his wake. He all but purrs at the compliments that are woven into their lovemaking, appreciation pouring from his lips in soft sighs, broken moans, little whimpers of Sauron, master, please and a dozen other sweet nothings that murmur into the warm air above the bed.

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.]

[ Yes, love, and I know are cooed over and again, until Adar is a shuddering mess and his cock is sticky between them. Only then does Sauron rear back a little to start fucking him in earnest the way he wants, curling a loose fist around the tip of his lover's straining cock to give him sparse friction compared to how he's being filled, fast and demanding. Sauron's breath comes shorter, sweat on his brow and neck as he looks down on him approvingly, thumb rubbing the seam where his cock keeps stretching that tight ring.

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.

[He is well practiced in meeting his masters needs, one way or the other, but in this his control slips away and away until he is a hot, sweaty mess of desire, ruled only by the pounding cock that drives into him again and again, each time coming closer to making him see stars despite the suffocatingly thick ceiling that hangs far above them. Every feeling is heightened, his body arches and strains to help his master, his lover find the perfect angle for both of them.

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.]

[ Melkor is the most beautiful sight in existence whether flesh or not, but Adar is not to be discounted (scarred or not, they are the same difference to Sauron). As the elf comes and loses himself in it, the maia gathers him close and lets that orgasm wring out his own, a hoarse cry tucked toward his chest as he bows his head with the pleasure that curls up his spine. He fills up that tight hole with hot come, fucking Adar in languid thrusts to make sure he really is a mess, stuffed with Sauron's cock and spend until it's being worked out of him too and slicking his thighs.

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 ...

[He has no sense left to him, yet he holds Sauron close, keeping his legs hooked over his hips and his arms looped over his back. Even after he is spent each thrust of Sauron's cock inside him drags out a ragged gasp or moan, his whole body so sensitive that it feels like he could almost come again when his masters cock is filling him, his seed searingly warm inside of him.

He whimpers.]

You are... [everything.]

[ He knows.

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. ]

[He needed to breathe more than he needed to rest, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he watched Sauron, as he felt him still inside of him. Those who would blame him for "allowing" the maia so close had never had the ~~misfortune~~ pleasure 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.]

[ A moment's debate, then Adar's sincerity wins him a kiss on the nose and Sauron sinks back inside the heat of his used body, rolling them onto their sides so he has his elf half-under him, nuzzling his way along a pointed ear as his own are played with. ]

You are [ what's the right word? ] precious to me.

[Precious is more possession than love, but he will take the scraps he is given because it is long all he has known and tuck it close to his heart. he doubts Sauron knows how to care for him better than that, anyway. His smile is soft. his pale green eyes always full of longing for the unattainable and settling for filing the sweet moments he is gifted away so he can remember them when Sauron has all but forgotten him for some greater project or Morgoth, as often happened.]

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.]

You are mine, remade in my image. There is nothing about you I do not love, though you do not believe me.

[ 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. ]

[He doesn't doubt he thinks so, and sometimes it even feels real. But he knows in his heart he is more of a possession or a pet, a plaything. The love that he has for Sauron, in spite of it all, isn't like that. It burns a hole in his chest, too real and too much like what he might have known if he was left to his people all these years.

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.]

[ He tilts his head, humming his good cheer. Shocking what getting a little tail will do for temperament, even to a maia, bringing his fingers up to comb gently through Adar's hair with a thoughtful look about him. ]

Instead of returning permanently to the lower castes to do your duty, would you like to stay here every other night?

...yes. [Despite the hint of confusion that crosses his face, his answer is quick and only slightly hesitant as though he is surprised. Because he is. He had assumed this night was another rare one, this time with purpose as Sauron wanted that child, their child, and he must have given him what he wanted already on that account or Sauron would still be pressing for more and not just letting him have this gentle cocoon of warmth.]

I always wish to be near you. [That was true, almost too much so.] Wanted.

You are.

[ 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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[Even that is a gift. The permission to come and be somewhere it is nicer, where the heat permeates the air but isn't overbearing, where there is quiet and he will not be bothered by the unnumbered masses that he was at least partly responsible for.]

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.]

Good boy.

[ 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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