eyefire | but don't make me your enemy

[ 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.]

[ That makes him feel so much better, oddly. I am only for you. He will be. Sauron will find some other elf with the same endurance, the same strength ... how hard has he even looked for someone to take Adar's place in recent years? Not very. There will be a replacement out there somewhere.

He drags him down for a lurid kiss as they pick up speed again, though after some indulgently hard thrusts he stops him with the grip of his knees curled around Adar's hip and a hand at his chest. With a nuzzle, he pushes lightly at his front. ]

Let me turn around for you.

[ He can give Adar as much control as is possible (within risk) and wants to show him he's serious about letting Adar stay with him. ]

[The thing about Sauron was that Adar truly did love him when they were like this. When their bodies entwined it was easy to forget the cruelties, the list of reasons hundreds of lines long as to why he should hate him. They fit, in some weird, sick way. He imagines sometimes if they had met somehow before everything went to hell that they still would have ended up in bed like this, two bodies becoming one. He loved the smell of him, the feel of him the weight and strength of him. He loved listening to him, his voice always curling deep inside of him whether it was just chatter or pleasured sounds or even the terrifying anger he possessed.

He returns the kiss, hot and needy despite having only just come minutes before. Always, Adar hungered for more of him. He was far better than any pot of honey. When he is stopped, he blinks but immediately complies, he would never not, in truth, even if Sauron couldn't lock him like this in a vice grip without so much as straining.

Pulling up and away, his cock slips free of him so that he might move and reposition as he wishes but his eyes travel over Sauron, his fingers trail gently over his skin because he doesn't want to stop touching him entirely, not even for a moment.]

You are so beautiful. [And he is besotted.]

[ The smile over his shoulder when he rolls onto his front is pleased, flattered even by the way Adar cannot keep his hands off and praises his beauty. He spreads his knees and sinks his weight forward, the curve of his ass playfully rocking back against Adar's cock as if to help show him where to go. ]

Yours, too.

[ Like this, in this room, away from the world. Sauron shakes out his hair and tilts his head back for a kiss, reaching back for Adar's head. ]

Come, be as rough as you please. I want to feel you.

[ Your anger. ]

[That does steal a huff of a laugh from his lips because the only people who remember he was once beautiful would be those who were allowed up here in this guarded place. Very few people. For a long time, he had forgotten it himself. Sauron did not find him ugly either way, but it was he who made him forget parts of himself, miss himself, and changed him against his will. He should be repulsed and yet he isn't. Maybe that was part of it, too.

His fingers traverse Sauron's hips, swooping inward to trace his spine, up along to his shoulder blades as his other arm wraps around his waist and pulls him back against him without entering him again as they kiss. The press of his cock is hard and slick against the small of Sauron's back as he rocks there, just enough to tease. Slipping down over smooth skin his hand wraps around his lover's cock, too, as he repositions his own, the hand that had been memorising the lines of his body aiding him in pressing inside of him even as they kiss, not taking his time now but sinking fully into him where he was still hot and slick from moments before.

Breaking the kiss he claims his throat again with teeth and tongue and hot breath as he begins to move, no yes my lord, no as you wish, just the slowly quickening relentless movement of his hips rolling, fucking instead of sweetly making love. All of that elven strength pressed into him with every stroke. His hands abandon Sauron, one fisting the sheets for grip and the other finding his hand, lacing their fingers together and using that connection as an anchor point as well.]

[ There is great comfort in physical intimacy, something the Valar rarely experience. Melkor is the only one who uses a fleshly body that is closer to what an elf has, Sauron knows, the others are a little too spiritual to have ever known the press of a hard cock up against their prostate. The Maiar that Sauron left behind in Aule's service will never know this either, poor bastards doomed to make bullshit for their boring bland lord forever. A master of sculpting skin and bone, anything less than the best body would not have suited Sauron's vanity, and the benefits of being so attentive when creating it pay off when Adar fucks him just right.

He grips the hand that covers his as the kiss breaks and Adar seeks refuge in fucking his emotions out, using Sauron as much as he is loving him. It feels good to be the source of all his problems and comforts, the obsession he can't live without, which is why Sauron can never apologise for hurting him; it ties them together each time, tighter. A binding toxicity, a sweet and untenable craving.

Fingers fist in Adar's hair, holding him close as Sauron chases a second orgasm, more determined to hear Adar lose his mind first this go around. He squeezes down on that grinding cock and tips his head back, hair rippling against his lover's cheek as Adar's teeth sink into his throat, every part of him only slightly less hot than a poker. ]

Feel so good, my love, ahh ... ! Adore you ...

[Heat coils in Adar's belly, wraps around his spine, and dances across every nerve that stretches throughout his body as he sinks, again and again into his lover's body. He loves him and this way they move together, the taste of his skin, the scent of his hair, the strength of Sauron's grip where their hands entwine and press into the silk sheets. He could fuck him until they were both raw from it, until it ached too much to pull apart or stay together. He could control himself.

He doesn't want to. Adar wants to give Sauron what he asked for. The wildness and the roughness that pounded in his heart and mind translated into the uneven, sharp thrust of his hips. Driving himself into him again and again until his breath is as ragged as the movement of his hips and Sauron works to drive him even wilder and wins. Crying out against his lover throat Adar comes again, hot and rough and teeth pressingly nearly sharp enough to draw blood as he empties himself inside of him for the second time but still rides him, bent on making Sauron just as spent as he is.]

[ Triumph is only slightly sweeter than sex and he basks in both as Adar comes hard, arching back against him so he has an entirely willing lover to spill into. Sauron tips his head back on a choked noise when he gives in and lets himself come with Adar buried deep, dirtying their bed with his spend in messy wet stains that smear against his belly, bucking back to eke out every second of it as he shivers and writhes beneath him on the silky black sheets. How perfect, how hot and possessive. This is his Adar, his creation that he honed and perfected and who says he hates it but will never, not really. He is Sauron's forever.

Turning his head on the pillows when he finally sinks down, he hums and golden hair frames his flushed face, pointed ears pink with exertion. As an extra treat, he adds in Quenya, ]

I am sorry for our quarrel.

[ Which is as close as he can abide getting to an apology. ]

[He would never understand how he had perfected the ability to look both used and unbelievably attractive at the same time. That golden hair framed him like a halo, the tempting line of his jaw, the sweet pink that brushed over perfect skin. As Adar looks at him through half-closed eyes, still catching his breath, he cannot help but marvel at him even though he has seen his beauty for centuries. The only light in this dark place that didn't flicker out.

His thumb brushes against the side of Sauron's hand where he still has it pressed into the bed as he slowly draws himself free of Sauron and then presses a kiss to the tip of that perfect ear.]

I wish you would have told me we were quarrelling at all. [He says, softly, and sighs.] Forget it. It is done.

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I am ... too aflame too fast at times in my anger, perhaps.

[ He rolls around and wraps himself about Adar, squirreling in like a normal, toasty elven lover, nosing his way under his uruk's chin. In the wake of making up, Sauron is all pleasantness and relief. ]

I would not harm you in the ways I said. [ He likes Adar with all his ... bits attached. ] I was hurt.

[He is quiet, his breath evens out as he wraps his arms around his lover, stroking his fingers through long, golden hair and brushing it down over his shoulders and back.]

That did not frighten me. [He was what Sauron willed him, he knew that. He had been forged in this fire so long ago that sometimes he barely remembered what he was like before it.] I only... take it out on me, not the boy. He does not understand you as I do, no matter how much easier you two connect. [Don't tell him he isn't loved. Please.]

Mmmm ...

[ He nods, agreeing. Fine. But!! ]

No lasting harm has been done.

No. He seemed happy enough as long as he got fed and sung to sleep. [Adar is content, too, with that answer because it's better than an apology could be. He actually relaxes, fully curling around Sauron to be closer to him and his heat.

He presses a delicate kiss to the top of Sauron's head, breathing him in.] He did compare me to furniture though.

You are a bit boring sometimes.

[ >:) ]

Boring... [He laughs softly, and then with a quick movement rolls them so he has Sauron pinned to the mattress again, looking down at him.] Is that what you would call me? Your own creation, carved to your specifications...

Oof!

[ Winded by the unexpected tackle, he blinks up with genuine surprise before a smirk wins out. Pinned he may be but his legs aren't and he wraps them around Adar's waist, heels gliding down the curve of his ass and toned thighs, sliding over scars. ]

I am not Ilúvatar, blessed with perfection on the first try ...

[ Snerk. ]

[His eyelashes flutter as he fights his desire to moan as he is teased, his lower lip drawn briefly between his teeth and pressed white.]

I do not think the One takes such pleasure in his creations or knows them so well. [Not like this. Insofar as Adar knew not even the Valar took pleasure in anything like this, though they surely could if they wanted to. Leaning down, he goes for a kiss, his hunger not satiated, not now and maybe not ever.]

[ Look at his perfect uruk, father to so many, always wanting. He hums into the kiss and wriggles his arms free, drawing the kisses up Adar's cheek and ear where Sauron teases him with gentle nipping bites and the curl of his tongue around the tip. ]

As well as your cock knows fucking a maia, hmmm?

[He very much denied it, but it could not be argued that Adar had an appetite that few could satisfy. Once let out of the bag it was hard to put it back. Another gift, another tweak, shaping of who he had been to who he was. It was what made him so successful at his purpose and also made him insaitable for his masters hands once he was reminded of how much he craved him.]

I do not think you would find me fit for purpose if I did not know how to satisfy you. [He says, that low moan finally shaking free of his grip on it as teeth tease him.]

[ That is a very obedient way of saying 'You made me too useful to abandon' and it is true. That moan has Sauron nuzzling behind that ear, nails running along Adar's hips to see how he likes it when he's the one who is wanted, not something his duties can say. ]

You are the only one of Middle-Earth who can.

[Too useful to abandon, too quick a study, a lot of things he was too much of if you asked around.

Too eager, even, for her doesn't try to bite back the next noises Sauron pulls from him, stirring his desire like he had not already given it release twice. He leans into his hands and his lips.]

Good. [Sauron wasn't the only one who had a bit of a jealous streak or a possessive one.]

Oh?

[ Sauron leans back, brushing Adar's hair aside to meet him with his slit-eyes that faintly glow, soft like a hearth on a cold day. ]

And who else do you suppose I invited to my bed?

[ Idiot. ]

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I don't know. [He doesn't, truly, it is just satisfying to know he is wanted. That Sauron does not see the need to replace him in this way...] You could have whoever you wanted. You taste sweeter than any honey ever has.

[Love, that is straight up love.]

[ A hiss leaves him, shaking his head as he combs through Adar's hair and gathers him down for a cuddle. ]

There was no one before you, and there shall be no one after.

[ Melkor is just. There. Eternally, in his soul, but that's a whole other kettle of fish. When it comes to fleshy elves and men and whatever else, there is only Adar. ]

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