"Mark, have you ever used the palantir to... look at other versions of yourself, in other universes?" Sören cocked his head to one side. "Other versions of the rest of us?"
Maglor's lips quirked and he shook his head. "No. This world is trouble enough without me getting the urge to find a way to travel around the multiverse meddling in our counterparts' lives."
"What about you?" Sören turned to Anthony. "Aren't you curious at all?"
Anthony gave a nervous laugh. "No, I really don't want to look and find out there's some world where I'm deeply in the closet and went so far as to marry some bloody strawberry blonde bimbo to keep up appearances."
That sounded oddly specific, but Sören didn't press it. He picked up the palantir from the coffee table - Mark wasn't going to stop him since, after all, Sören had made it in his life as Fëanor, but Mark gave him a disapproving look. Anthony was sitting next to Sören on the love seat, but despite his misgivings about viewing their counterparts across the multiverse, he didn't move away and looked on with horrified fascination.
The black glass of the palantir began to shimmer, and a sea of stars and nebulas appeared. Galaxies. Another Earth. And then... another Anthony.
In this universe, Anthony had been a barrister until their move to Iceland; now he was a student at the University of Iceland in Reykjavik, starting down a new career path. The version of Anthony that appeared in the palantir was wearing the white uniform of a chef, complete with a chef's hat.
Chef!Anthony wasn't alone. He appeared to be on the set of a cooking show.
A cooking show with Muppets. There was Cookie Monster, Count von Count and Big Bird, helping him measure and put together ingredients for what looked like cookie dough - with Cookie Monster giving the bowl longing looks and every now and again tiptoeing close to the bowl, and Chef!Anthony taking the bowl away just in time.
Sören almost dropped the palantir, doubling over in hysterical laughter, tearing up. "Oh my fucking god, you really are Anthony Muppet-Johnson."
Anthony scowled. "You're never going to fucking let that go, are you."
Sören grinned and began to sing, "C IS FOR CORNY, THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME. C IS FOR -"
"COULD YOU NOT." But Anthony's eyes were smiling.
Sören patted Anthony on the head, and then he returned his focus to the palantir. The vision of Chef!Anthony with the Muppets was fading, until the palantir showed stars again... then another galaxy, another Earth, and...
...this time Anthony appeared in a Cookie Monster onesie costume.
Sören had to put the palantir down on the coffee table so he didn't drop it, and then proceeded to laugh so hard he rolled off the love seat onto the living room floor. Even Mark, for all of his reluctance to look at other versions of them in other worlds, was shaking with silent laughter, and the irate expression on Anthony's face just made it funnier.
And Sören thought Anthony looked weirdly adorable with his brow furrowed and his nose scrunched. When Sören calmed down and climbed back on the love seat and Anthony was still glaring, Sören leaned in and kissed the tip of Anthony's nose before he booped it. "You know, you've got a very cute little nose," Sören told him. He couldn't resist. "Very Muppety."
"All right, that's it." Anthony got up, yanked on the hem of Sören's shirt, pulled him up, grabbed his cane, and with his cane in one hand and Sören's shirt in the other, he began marching them towards the bedroom, with Mark following along, no longer trying to hide his amusement.
Anthony was a Shibari master, and after Mark undressed Sören, Anthony got out several lengths of black velvet rope and tied Sören to a chair, in an intricate series of Celtic-style knots. "Who's the Muppet on strings now?" Anthony asked. Sören stuck out his tongue and Anthony tied him even tighter.
Once Sören was all tied up and helpless, Anthony and Mark undressed each other and got on the bed together, making Sören watch as they kissed and caressed, stroked each other's cocks, and fell into a sixty-nine, sucking hungrily. Sören whined and whimpered, squirming in his chair, cock hard to the point of agony, balls ready to explode, and Anthony and Mark pretended to ignore him, getting into it, moaning with their mouths full. At last Anthony took Mark's cock out of his mouth to lick at it, making streamers of precum, and Sören called out "Please," and Anthony grinned at him and said, "Awwww, does poor little brat need some relief?"
Sören nodded.
Anthony continued licking Mark's cock until Sören screamed with frustration.
Anthony finally got up, untied Sören, and led him over to the bed. Anthony sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Sören over his knee, and said, "I think you've earnt yourself a spanking. Twenty, to be exact." His hand cracked down hard on Sören's left ass cheek. "One."
Sören needed to troll him some more. "One! One spanking! Ah, ha ha."
Anthony slapped Sören's right ass cheek even harder. "Two."
"Two! Two spankings! Ah, ha ha."
After the fifth spanking Sören couldn't make jokes anymore, only broken cries, feverishly rutting against Anthony's thigh as the sting spread through his body and pain became pleasure. By the time Anthony had delivered all twenty spankings Sören felt like he was in heat, going out of his mind with lust and sensation... and watching Mark stroke himself made it even hotter.
"Get like a dog, face down, arse up," Anthony commanded.
Sören did as he was told, down on all fours, his sore ass up in the air. Sören almost came untouched as Anthony poured lube down Sören's ass crack, dripping into his twitching hole. "Such a slut," Anthony purred; Sören gave a sassy butt wiggle in response.
Anthony took Sören from behind, pulling a fistful of Sören's curls as he bottomed out inside him... and kept yanking on Sören's hair as he began to thrust, showing no mercy, pounding Sören fast and furious, their hips slapping together, balls smacking balls. Mark continued to watch, stroking himself harder, heat in his silver eyes.
Anthony's cock hit that sweet spot inside Sören over and over again, and the primal, animalistic fuck drove Sören wild, rocking his hips back at Anthony, matching his rhythm. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me," Sören begged, gripping the sheets white-knuckled.
Anthony spanked Sören's sore ass again. "You've got something up your arse making you talk just like a Muppet," Anthony sneered. "Who's the Muppet now?"
Sören snickered, not able to resist more teasing. "Sounds like you have a fetish, Anthony."
Anthony responded to that with an even harder slap of Sören's ass, making Sören cry out, almost coming, and then Anthony gestured to Mark. "I think he needs something in his mouth to make him shut up."
Mark joined them, his cock in Sören's mouth. Sören worked his hips even harder, fucking himself on Anthony's cock as he worshiped Mark's long, thick, luscious cock, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his precum... drank in the beauty of Mark in ecstasy, those delicious moans as he was pleasured.
Sören got closer, closer, aching to come, but wanting to be pounded and pounded, lost in that place where only this existed, their pleasure, their passion, their hunger. And then, when Mark began to tremble, his breath ragged gasps, Sören braced himself for a mouthful of cream, but Mark pulled back, taking his cock out of Sören's mouth. Sören gave a whine of protest.
Mark slid underneath him, his mouth on Sören's cock, and Sören leaned in to start sucking Mark's cock again. The sweet rubbing of Anthony's cock inside him and the suctioning of Mark's velvet mouth brought Sören even closer, until he and Mark were both shaking, making urgent high-pitched noises around each other's cocks. Mark took Sören's hands and the minute Mark spilled into Sören's mouth, that set off Sören's own release, coming hard. Two thrusts later Anthony let go, spending deep inside Sören with a cry.
Sören's orgasm was intense enough that he passed out, and came to sandwiched between his lovers, a tangle of limbs, warm and cozy. Sören sighed and curled his toes like a happy cat kneading.
"I bet one thing that's consistent across the multiverse is we have good sex," Sören said.
Anthony smiled and gave him a little kiss.
And then Sören had to go there again. "Freaky Muppet fetish sex, but good sex."
"You know..."
"Hot Muppet-on-Muppet action." Sören made a spanking gesture and imitated Anthony's English-accented baritone. "Who's your Muppet? Who's your Muppet?"
return to Learning To Fly | return to Other Tolkien Fic | return to index
