eyefire | but don't make me your enemy

[ 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. ]

[For all that Sauron is a deceiver and Adar understands it better than most... he still believes him and sinks comfortably into his arms as he is pulled down. He belongs here, somehow, someway. They both do.]

I love you.

And I love you.

[ As much as he can, for a creature so fleeting, so new and different. He loves what Adar is and how unique he is, how irreplaceable in abilities and moods. Is that love, loving those things? A complete love? He doesn't know.

But his inner fire wants to consume Adar all the same, so it must be. ]

I don't want to get out of bed. [He probably should, soon, maybe, but he is busy nuzzling into a comfortable spot on the crook of Sauron's neck where he can press soft kisses and let his teeth ghost over his skin.]

You can stay if you want to.

[ There's no rush. They can stay wrapped up in each other as long as they like; after a pause, he hums thoughtfully. ]

Etelo is reading in his room, he will not disturb us today. He is a good boy.

He is. [He agrees, not rushing to move by any means. He presses a kiss against his jaw.]

Do I feel like furniture to you as well or is it because he is young? [He has been wondering.]

Why would you feel like furniture?

[ WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, what in the name of Mandos's Halls does his son mean??? ]

I don't know. He said that he can no more sense me than the chairs or something. I wasn't focused on the details, I was thinking that he called me both ugly and furniture in under two hours. [It was a little bit of an ego hit.]

[ Sorry, but that is pretty funny and he chuckles to hear it. Pets his hair to soothe him. ]

He is used to Seeing me as I am, as you cannot. It is like ... touching running water in comparison to feeling the wind blow through a desert, ten times as sensual. He is not yet accustomed to only knowing me and Morgoth that way. You are somewhat ... harder to read, when you are so very much made of flesh and bone, unlike us.

What elves think of the depth of dwarves, he thinks of you. If that helps.

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