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. ]

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[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.]