but don't make me your enemy

[eyefire]

( from here. )


[ 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. ]

Comments

[eyefire]

[ 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 ...

[callmeadar]

[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.]

[eyefire]

[ 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. ]

[callmeadar]

[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.]

[eyefire]

[ 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.

[callmeadar]

[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.]

[eyefire]

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. ]

[callmeadar]

[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.]

[eyefire]

[ 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?

[callmeadar]

...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.

[eyefire]

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. ]

[callmeadar]

[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.]

[eyefire]

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. ]

[callmeadar]

[The noise he makes is not at all dignified when Sauron says that, and fuck is surely muttered somewhere against his bare skin even as Adar settles close, choosing to let go of his worries and (truthful) thoughts as he basks in his embrace.]