eyefire | but don't make me your enemy

[Well, then no one is too old to be the little spoon. Because Adar sighs softly and goes to the other side of the bed and crawls in under the covers, and wraps himself around Sauron from behind, his breath soft against his hair and throat as he nuzzles there.]

[ Sauron stays where he is, a heavy lump of heat and molten-warm hair from a much-needed lava bath. Fortunately for Adar, somewhat only warm now. ]

[As he isn't on fire he can only take that to mean it is not unwanted, and so Adar curls even closer, nuzzling against his throat and kissing over the pot a pulse belonged.]

I do love you. [Softly said, and true despite everything. He doesn't add the million "but"s that Sauron has absolutely earned.]

[ He doesn't want to think about the truth in that statement, letting it just exist between them for now. After a long moment he reaches back and brushes through Adar's (now full and soft as the glamour is reinstated) hair. ]

I cannot burn halfway mad.

[ It's not an apology, but. ]

You never have. [Which is not forgiveness, either. He will not sleep well after killing so many he cared about, maybe not ever again, but he does at least pretend he might when he curls closer, as much as he physically can.]

[ There's a flurry of movement as Sauron twists about in bed to get on top of Adar, looming over him as he stares down with a conversation halfway formed in his eyes ...

But he lays his head on his uruk's shoulder, drapes an arm around him, and settles down instead.

He cannot admit he did anything wrong, even if he knows he hurt him beyond words and cruelty, stealing time with Etelo more than the massacre of bodies. The latter is not so rare an occurrence in Angband. He cleaves to him in bed, instead tucking his head under his uruk's chin and hiding there. ]

[He doesn't say anything at first, for a long time he can hold his peace as his fingers stroke through Sauron's hair, soothing the person who had tried to split his spirit in two all for a slight that did not actually exist.]

Love. [He says, softly, when he does eventually speak. Minutes, maybe even an hour later.] All those times I was talking to you about our son I was inviting you in, not saying I loved you less. [He might now, in truth, but that doesn't really matter. He has to be sure that Sauron knows this. All that time he had wanted it to be the three of them and not him and the boy and the drifting shadow of Sauron.] You said I would only have him until he was grown... [So of course he had been more focused directly on him, but that didn't mean he was leaving Sauron out. He had never wanted him more, in fact.]

[ Well, that's hardly a fair thing to say; he goes limp and tucks his face further out of sight. 'I was inviting you in, not saying I loved you less.' That was all he ever needed to know but his anger burned like an exploding sun and he wanted to hurt more than hear, to bleed rather than beg, and then ...

All his heat cools, somewhat miserably, and he still remains silent. No maia has ever taken being wrong (or at least acknowledging it) very gracefully. ]

[He deserves a little unfairness after all of this. Adar stays awake, fighting sleep as the exhaustion of the week and especially the day begin to catch up with him, his fingers stroking Sauron's hair and almost being soothed by it himself.

But he is bone tired and upset still, and eventually, sleep claims him even though it is fitful and cruel in what it twists and replays for him.]

[ Sauron doesn't know what to do. He hasn't apologised to anyone in thousands of years, not that he can remember. It isn't ... a thing that ever needs to happen, not when you intentionally harm people to secure the dominion of your Dark Overlord. Kind of goes with the territory of not giving many fucks about the feelings of the suffering masses.

Adar is his, though. He is not just anyone.

In the dim light of morning, he kisses his way along Adar's shoulder to the curve of his neck and works on a lovebite there, petting down his body from chest to cock and back again, seeing if he can stir up any desire that he can attend to. ]

[The truth is, Adar fully expects this to be "forgotten" about by the morning. Sauron has always brushed past the hurts he caused him even if they were undeserved. Have a trinket, a kiss, some privilege or the other. Anything but some words he does not know how to say and maybe cannot say in a world in which he is second only to Melkor.

He is used to it.

So when one troubled dream turns strange because the monster starts kissing his neck, Adar blinks awake, slowly becoming aware that the only monster nibbling on his neck is the one he knows the best. This, too, was the kind of peace offering Sauron preferred.

It works before he even is fully awake, his cock stirring easily, having been neglected for what felt like longer than it must have been. A moan steals from his lips at Sauron's teeth on his throat, he is still heavy with sleep even as he presses up against him.]

[ While Adar is busy being sleepy and stupid, Sauron slides a hand behind himself to take care of some perfunctory prep (never missing a beat as he gnaws lightly at that bruising spot on Adar's neck and gives him a fist to slowly fuck) before slinging a leg over him to settle in place astride his uruk's hips. He kisses him properly then, teasing the tip of that cock in a light but relentless circular stroke all around the crown, trying to get him hard but to make it a pleasurable experience while awakening. ]

[He might be sleepy but his body reacts to Sauron's touch like it was not only fully awake but had been longing for him this whole time. He kiss he wants for sure, his hands greedily curling in Sauron's hair to keep him close as they kiss, his hips rolling to try and rub against him further as he reaches full hardness. Desire floods his every sense, rolls off his tongue into their kiss and the moans that are muffled by eager lips.]

[ It's utterly infuriating, wanting him so badly when also filled with white-hot rage by him for the sheer audacity of existing. The kisses melt into shared moans and he slicks up that cock with the leftover on his palm, once, twice stroked, too impatient not to guide him in and arch to take him on the first thrust. Sauron's whimper is a fractured breath but he keeps sinking down and it's all in his rocking hips as he does, the bedsheets barely disturbed around them where they drape off his shoulders and hide their coupling from the world.

The pain he can deal with. It's the intensity of his emotions that have him kissing Adar hungrily all over again once fully seated on his cock, breathing soft appreciation into the smear of their lips.

Yes, Fuck me, I need you. All fevered. ]

[He feels incredible, he always does, their bodes whether by design or Sauron's will fit together so well that it is hard for him to remember sometimes that they are not of one spirit. That the Maia who sunk down on his cock, tight and hot and unmistakably wanton wasn't someone he should want. His hips rise up to meet him with every thrust, his kisses are returned eagerly but Adar cannot get the leverage he (and he suspects Sauron) wants from this angle and so for the moment his master gets a lover and not a servant for he turns them without asking so Sauron is beneath him and Adar can use the strength and control of his hips to find a perfect angle for the both of them, a perfect speed as he kisses him again. The kiss is no less thorough than his cock ploughing into him, Adar is unrelenting in every way he touches Sauron.

Just like he so often seems to want.]

[ He doesn't know whether it is because he feels a ghost of guilt but when Adar rolls them and his cock sinks right where Sauron needs it the whole of Angband falls away; Melkor too, for a time. There is nothing but his lover fucking him industriously into the bed and making him cry out loudly in approval, hooking a curled knee around one hip and splaying his other leg out to let Adar grind in and get Sauron tossing his hair on the inky pillows, hips working to take him every time.

Fuck, is breathed out almost in disbelief and he wraps his arms around him to hold on, whimpering in earnest, Love you too, I love you, oh Adar, OhOhOh, he forgets how to kiss as his caresses run down a smooth, glamoured body to dig into Adar's ass and try to haul him in further. Sauron's eyes are a deep red and his lashes are damp, utterly given over to him. ]

[He is relentess. Truly and utterly as he fucks him, his cock sinking into Sauron again and again until he cannot sink further, keeping the maia's hips tilted just right so that he cannot escape a single moment of his prostate being stroked with every thrust. One arm supports him, keeping himself just right also and his other grips Sauron's hip almost vice-like in strength. He moans softly, no names just endearments for any name he is given leave to use is an insult and he doesn't want to think about that in these moments. He never has. His Uruk-Elven heart is not hard enough to find pleasure in that when all he wants to do is make love to Sauron well enough that he really, truly loves him back.

Pleasure threatens to overwhelm him as he presses kisses along his lover's jaw, nuzzling against his cheek. He refuses to allow it, wants nothing more in this moment than to make sure Sauron cannot help but come first, driven to it by his cock and tireless hips.]

[ The last time he truly enjoyed Adar was when ...

That could have something to do with it too, the connection they made that night. Maybe that's why he's sorrier now, softer, weaker. Sauron bites back wails as he's punished for being cruel the only way that can feasibly make him pay attention, grunting in between pretty tosses of his hair. He gasps through a grimace, nails running into the dip of Adar's sinously rolling spine as his own hips tremble. ]

Coming, coming for you ... !

[ The maia spills with a wounded sob, still chasing Adar's hips. ]

Want you, want. Want you.

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[He's not sure what bubbles up in his chest as he watches Sauron come undone beneath him, as subject to the careful yet merciless use of his hips as any lesser being would be. Maybe it's anger or love, or hate, or desire, or all of them combined into one intense something that burns in him almost as brightly as Sauron's eyes.

When Sauron comes, his body drives Adar almost over the edge, but Adar doesn't let it. He makes Sauron ride out his pleasure while still getting pounded into, until he seems like the Maia cannot take any more or perhaps just can't wait any longer and he lets go of his control, coming almost instantly in the next stroke. It is so strong as his hot seed fills him that it bows Adar down against Sauron's chest, his hips shuddering, rolling in uneven waves as he empties himself inside his master and slowly comes to a stop as he tries to remember how to breathe.

He cannot even think, nothing exists beyond what he can touch, it is like the whole world turns white and he forgets anything else as he lays there on his master, his lover, his... god knows what.]

Yes, yes -!

[ Sauron shudders as his orgasm rolls over into Adar's, prostate burned by hot come roughly fucked inside him so he's blushing as he only does when in bed. He pets his lover's sides and back as Adar ruts, cooing his approval, So beautiful for me, my love, and when Adar starts to sink down Sauron wraps his arms around him and kisses his temple, a cheek, hips a slow roll to give that elven stamina something to gradually ride out. ]

Do not stop.

[ He missed him so much. ]

More? [He asks, pushing himself up again enough that he can look upon Sauron's face, his soft black hair falling around them as he begins to move again, still hard despite spilling his seed already. He is slower now, but on purpose, driving his cock fully into him before rolling enough out that he strokes over those nerves and the sticky mess he left within him with every thrust as he looks down, eye to eye with his lover. He steals a kiss, chaste and teasing.]

Ahhh ...

[ Having any soreness after this will be worth it, his self-incarnated flesh can handle the healing. Sauron nods and kisses him back with his golden hair in disarray around him, fingertips drifting along Adar's jaw and down his chest, a hitched gasp catching in his throat now and then as he tightens around that hard cock reflexively, nerves rubbed raw. He doesn't ask him to stop, in the wake of their wild fucking he is reluctant for the sensual lovemaking to come to an end, moving with Adar just for the pleasure of feeling him. ]

So good ...

[This is more for the sake of the connection than the more relentless fucking had been where he had been intent on driving Sauron over the edge in the only way he was free to do so. To sink all those emotions into him and find some kind of gratification and honesty between them.

But now Adar is slower, less methodical as his hips roll. He could go all day if they wished, it was, after all, part of how he had been remade. To make him useful, to make him able to serve.] You feel so good. [He echoes, finally finding his words again as his teeth tug at Sauron's perfect earlobe and then tease along his throat.] I love you.

[ The maia shivers underneath Adar, arching his neck to feel more of those teeth raking over his ear and throat. He wraps his legs around a pair of hips and locks him into a predictable tempo, combing through Adar's hair and petting the long length of his back. Flushed with one orgasm, Sauron tosses his head lazily and is in no rush to ride him toward a second, memories of his fury at the presentation of their son leaving him to think of the other terrible things he acted upon as a result. He can never be sorry for this though, not the way he fixed Adar to be the perfect breeding stallion. No, that was inspired. ]

I do not ... [ He shouldn't make decisions while getting fucked, too much of a sensual maia to think around the pleasure, fire burning in his blood, ] I do not want you to return ... to the lower levels.

[ He knows he hurt him terribly, but. He knows Morgoth needs more troops, but. He knows, he knows, he knows. ]

This is your duty now, with me. Only me.

[ If he cannot have all of Adar's attention anymore, he will have all that his cock has to give instead. Fair trade off? It certainly feels so as Sauron encourages him to ride as he pleases, knees spreading. ]

[The first mutter of I do not would normally be enough to bring Adar if not to a stop then at least a temporary slowdown to hear him out and not contravene orders before he has even heard them. But Adar is tired of being afraid of him, right down to his ancient bones and so he listens even as he fucks him still, marvels at the way he feels around him.

That is, at least, until Sauron manages to fully say what he wants from him and his hips stutter before he convinces them to move again, hiding his surprise in the crook of his neck.]

Of course, my love. [the usual my lord replaced with a much gentler title as he tries not to ask any foolish questions or look his gift ~~horse~~ Maia in the mouth. So to speak.] Only you. I am only for you.

[As if to prove it he allows himself to move again, not as quickly and demanding as the first time but still with greater purpose than the slow fucking he had switched too, driving his hard cock over his prostate, and all the way into him, again and again, his breath hot and wet against Sauron's shoulder, one hand on his hip, gathering him closer, not letting him squirm away even if he wants too.]

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