The garden at the palace had been closed the last few days for maintenance - Maglor wondered if new trees were being planted, or perhaps the landscapers were working on a new labyrinth - and instead of practicing harp in the garden, Finarfin had given the twins permission to play in his study. Finarfin himself was not in the study to watch, which Maglor assumed was to supervise the changes to the garden, or perhaps just to take pressure off the twins' performance.
The acoustics in the study were quite good, and the twins were improving their harp skills. Once again Maglor felt fiercely proud of them, and was enthusiastic in his praise and applause. On the fifth day in a row of practice in the study, the twins performed a duet that was more complicated than their usual songs, and Maglor was the proudest he'd ever been, so much so that he came over to hug both of them and then he said, "Come on, let's go to the kitchen and see if I can bribe the cooks into giving you a treat."
Just then, the door to the study opened and there was Finarfin. "Am I interrupting?" he asked, glancing cautiously at the twins, then Maglor.
"No, I was just about to take the boys to the kitchen for cake or something similar." Maglor smiled. "I know you love cake, you should join us, hántya."
Finarfin chuckled. "Actually... I have something for you. We can have cake afterwards?"
It was very unlike Finarfin to want to wait for cake. Maglor raised an eyebrow, and he ushered the boys out of the study, following along behind Finarfin, his curiosity building with each step.
Finarfin led them out to the garden, which had changed very little in the days it had been closed for maintenance. Finarfin kept walking and walking, until they had passed through most of the garden - before Maglor could ask what was going on, Finarfin stopped and pointed up.
At the top of one of the tallest live oak trees was a treehouse, a ladder going up the trunk. Finarfin whistled, and a moment later Maedhros stepped out onto the treehouse's porch and waved, grinning.
Elros and Elrond screamed with happiness and raced each other to the tree; Elros got there first and started climbing up the ladder, with Elrond close behind. Maglor stood there, watching them - feeling ever so slightly nervous that one or both of them might fall - and then Finarfin gave him a gentle shove forward. "Go on," Finarfin said.
Maglor ran for the tree too, like he was a boy again. From the porch of the treehouse, Elrond and Elros waved eagerly, and Maglor laughed as he climbed up the ladder, feeling giddy.
And then a bit wistful, once he reached the top and Elros and Elrond threw their arms around him. Fëanor had built a treehouse when he and Maedhros were boys, that all of his brothers had played in, Fëanor sometimes joining them. As Maedhros came over and tousled his hair, Maglor clung to him, getting choked up for the family they had lost...
...the innocence they had lost. Maglor looked into Maedhros's eyes and he knew that Maedhros, too, was remembering the old times, the good times, when they had their father and their brothers. The times before they knew war.
Finarfin joined them and put an arm around both of them. "Nelyafinwë helped me," Finarfin said.
Maedhros managed a smile that became less forced and more genuine as Elrond and Elros hugged him tight. Maglor also smiled - and flashed that smile at Finarfin. Maedhros had been very sensitive about the loss of his arm, and was still sometimes bothered by it, but Finarfin seemed to have figured out how to make Maedhros feel capable, without Maedhros overdoing it. Maedhros gave Finarfin a hug too, smiling more broadly.
"So that was why the garden was closed." Maglor smirked. "You both were building this."
Finarfin nodded. "I know you... had one before. I wanted to build one for my own children but Eärwen was worried they would fall out of the tree. Now she's not here..."
They walked into the treehouse, a single room that was lightly furnished - a table with four chairs, and a sleeping platform that could be set up for two or three people. On the table there was a frosted lemon cake with strawberries, and a pitcher of berry ale. Finarfin beamed proudly, pleased with his secret, and then he served up the cake and ale, with Elros and Elrond sitting at the table with Maedhros, while Finarfin and Maglor sat together on the sleeping platform.
Though this was mostly for Elrond and Elros, Maglor thought about spending time with Maedhros out here like old times. And, sitting so close to Finarfin, Maglor wondered if they could get away with using this as an occasional place for their trysts. The sleeping platform was big enough for both of them...
Maglor composed himself, not wanting to get aroused in front of the boys. Or Maedhros, for that matter - though Maglor knew about Maedhros's relationship with Fingon, Maglor hadn't discussed his own relationship with Finarfin, not sure how Maedhros would handle such information. Cousins were one thing, an uncle and nephew another.
And it made Maglor feel guilty, having a secret when he and Maedhros had bared their souls to each other over the years, especially when it was just the two of them raising the boys in the wild, alone against nature and their enemies. He and Maedhros were still close, but it felt like a wall between them, not able to speak of the love of his life.
And yet, there was still that deep closeness between them, forged in fire and blood. Maedhros finished his cake first and looked at Maglor expectantly - Maglor ate faster, knowing that look. The moment Maglor ate his last bite of cake, Maedhros came over, dragged Maglor to his feet, and walked him back out to the porch. There was a harness seat on a rope, with a pulley. "A swing, like the one we used to have," Maedhros said. "It was my idea."
Then, Maedhros was pushing Maglor along, into the swing. Maedhros climbed in the harness seat with him and no sooner had it registered with Maglor what was happening than the swing lifted off, rocking up up and up, then swinging back and back. They were at a dizzying height and the swing could go far, making them scream as they sailed back and forth. There was that rush of fear - what if the rope broke, what if one of them slipped - but also the exhilaration of flying, so high in the air, so far.
Maglor felt alive. And with the way Maedhros took his hand and squeezed, face lit up as he laughed wildly, Maglor knew Maedhros felt the same way.
Maedhros, who had despaired of life, who had said many times he wanted to die, even with the responsibility of the boys to take care of. Maedhros had kept himself going for them, but it was like watching a flame burn out slowly...
...and now that flame was back to life, burning bright. The warm rays of the sun felt like Fëanor smiling at them from Mandos. Things could never be the way they were, but they had a home and family again. They were learning to live again.
Elrond and Elros watched them on the swing, jumping and clapping excitedly, cheering them on. When they'd had enough, Maedhros used the pulley to lift the swing up to the porch, and they climbed out. Maglor leaned on Maedhros as his head spun, and then he and Maedhros hugged.
Maedhros was still smiling, and laughing. It was so good to see him experiencing genuine joy.
And as the hug lingered, it was like seeing Maedhros for the first time. Beautiful, Maglor thought to himself, his breath catching at the sight of his brother's euphoria.
Maglor felt a frisson through him, his heart beating a little faster, his stomach fluttering. Maedhros was gorgeous. Suddenly the mental image came to him of Maedhros with that same joy on his face in the afterglow of orgasm, laying in Fingon's arms. Then the mental image of Maedhros and Fingon making love, caressing each other, kissing, cocks rubbing together, taking turns inside each other, spilling, their faces in ecstasy.
Maglor's cock throbbed. He reflexively took a step back, with a shiver down his spine.
He absolutely did not want to think about his brother this way. It was bad enough he lusted for his own uncle.
But the thoughts continued to burn. Elrond and Elros rode the swing, hollering and shrieking with laughter, and Maglor was happy for them - and yet part of his mind was elsewhere, playing the mental images of Maedhros and Fingon fucking, his brother's beautiful body... wondering if the passion was in their blood, if Maedhros and Fingon made love like the way Maglor and Finarfin did, all fury and fire.
That is your brother. This is wrong.
His face burned with shame, but trying to push away the thoughts just made them come back stronger, and more vivid, until it felt like he was right there, watching them... longing. What it would have been like to make love with them, three bodies together, sucking and stroking and fucking. What it would have been like if Fingon survived and came to Alqualondë with them, what a foursome with Finarfin would be like...
Stop it now. Stop it. Right. Now.
When Elrond and Elros were back on the porch, giggling, Maedhros hugged each of the boys fiercely and swung and spun them around. Then he hugged Maglor again, and it felt like being struck by lightning. Just the feel of Maedhros's body on his threatened to make him come right there.
Maglor's eyes met Finarfin's, and Maglor once again tried to bring himself back under control. He wanted to fuck, and be fucked, but he could wait until after the evening meal.
Then he could sin with Finarfin all night long. That would have to be enough. His brother was off limits.
He would make sure it was more than enough, tonight.
As soon as Finarfin and Maglor stepped into the bedchamber, Maglor pushed Finarfin up against the wall and kissed him hard, with all the fire of his being. Finarfin laughed softly, took Maglor's face in his hands and kissed him deeply, both men moaning into the kiss. Then Maglor took Finarfin's hands in his and guided them down to the hard bulge in his breeches, letting Finarfin feel how much he wanted.
With trembling hands, Maglor began to undo Finarfin's tunic, and his breeches. Finarfin laughed harder. "So impatient, Kanafinwë."
"I need you now," Maglor growled. He kissed Finarfin again, and then started kissing and licking Finarfin's neck - Finarfin was just as sensitive as he was, there - as he took down Finarfin's breeches and smallclothes, freeing the hard cock. Maglor dropped to his knees and took Finarfin's cock in his mouth right there by the closed door, their eyes locked.
Finarfin groaned and tugged Maglor's collar with one hand, seizing a fistful of Maglor's hair with the other. Maglor sucked him hungrily, bobbing up and down, slurping, suctioning, greedy for it. He reached down to free his own cock and stroked himself as he sucked... as he worshiped the gorgeous cock in his mouth, savored the moans and sighs of the beautiful man it belonged to.
Maglor had never been so needy for cock in his life, not able to stop thinking about Fingon and Maedhros sucking each other... fucking each other... what it would have been like to join in. Finarfin with them. Maglor shuddered and stroked himself harder, burning with lust.
Before Finarfin could finish in Maglor's mouth, he yanked Maglor up by his hair, kissed him - tasting his pre-spend - and then he pulled off his tunic, standing their naked before him, and guided Maglor's hands to run over his body, feeling the silk of his flesh over the hard sculpted muscles... then he feverishly took off Maglor's clothes.
Once Maglor was naked, Finarfin began marching him backwards to the bed, kissing him all the way, cock sliding against cock. By the time they reached the bed both men were trembling, panting, and their pre-spend was making streamers between their cocks. They took a moment to keep rubbing together, caressing each other's bodies - now it was Finarfin's turn to kiss Maglor's neck, making him cry out - and then Finarfin shoved Maglor onto the bed and climbed over him, a fierce look in his eyes that made Maglor's cock throb.
Finarfin got the diamond-and-pearl leash, and attached it to the ring in Maglor's collar. Then he retrieved the oil. Finarfin poured oil over both their cocks and stroked them together. They kissed, and then Finarfin purred, "So much passion in you today, Kanafinwë."
"Need you," Maglor husked.
Finarfin kissed him again, then he lay back. "Take me. Give me your fire."
Maglor's cock leapt, and then he got in position, Finarfin's right leg draped over his shoulder. Maglor poured more oil over his cock, and into Finarfin's passage, and then he pushed inside, slowly. Finarfin was still tight, and Maglor neither wanted to hurt him nor come too soon. Once he bottomed out they both gasped for breath and Maglor rested in him, taking Finarfin's hands in his.
He gave a few slow thrusts, teasing them both. Enjoying that feel of being one with him, the love and trust between them. "I love you," Maglor breathed.
"I love you, Kanafinwë." Finarfin smiled that beautiful, radiant smile that went right to Maglor's heart, making him ache and tingle and flutter.
Then he let Finarfin have it, rocking his hips madly, slamming away inside him. Finarfin moaned, nails raking over Maglor's chest and stomach and thighs, the sweet sting intensifying Maglor's pleasure. Maglor fucked even harder, balls slapping Finarfin's ass, hearing himself growl and grunt as he lost himself in sensation and lust, the primal need to conquer, to claim, to fuck. As he pounded his uncle he wondered what it would be like to have Maedhros behind him, fucking him. What it would be like to fuck Maedhros. Those feverish thoughts brought him close to the edge, and he reached down to take Finarfin's cock in his hand, gripping tightly, stroking wildly. Finarfin's moans got louder, the heat in his eyes driving Maglor to animal frenzy.
Finarfin pulled on the leash - even though he was the one getting fucked, he was still the one in control. "That's it, fuck me," Finarfin panted. "Fuck me hard."
Maglor groaned. "Yes, hántya."
"That's right. Be a good boy and fuck me, hard as you can."
Maglor shivered, almost undone by Finarfin calling him a good boy. "I love to be your good boy, hántya."
"Yes. You're my good boy. Such a good boy, giving me your beautiful cock, so good at fucking me with it..."
Maglor moaned and fucked harder.
With the leash wrapped around his wrist, Finarfin's hands slid up and down Maglor's chest. His thumbs began to rub Maglor's nipples - more sensitive since having been pierced - and Maglor bit his lip and whimpered, trying desperately to hold back his release. He gripped tighter and stroked Finarfin faster, his hand a blur. Finarfin let out a shuddery gasp and Maglor knew he was right there too. Then Finarfin pinched Maglor's nipples, tugged on the rings... and spilled over Maglor's hand with a sigh. An instant later Maglor came too, crying out.
Finarfin pulled Maglor down into a kiss. "Good boy," Finarfin said. He gave the leash a tug and kissed him again. "Such a good boy. My good boy."
Maglor snuggled into Finarfin's chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling safe and at peace with the strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. After awhile Finarfin began to pet his hair, massaging his scalp, and Maglor sighed as he melted into Finarfin's touch, toes and fingers curling. Then Finarfin was kissing and nuzzling his neck, and Maglor's cock stirred back to life.
A few kisses later, Finarfin was stroking their cocks together. Then Finarfin tugged on the leash again, looking into Maglor's eyes. "I want to fuck you," Finarfin rasped.
"Please." Maglor's hole twitched and his cock pulsed, wanting it just as badly as Finarfin did if not more.
Maglor got into position, on his hands and knees. He moaned as he felt oil drip down his ass crack into his hole, twitching again. He smiled as he heard Finarfin's breath hitch, watching it. "Such a slut for this," Finarfin whispered, the tip of his cock against Maglor's opening... just rubbing, teasing.
"Yes," Maglor said, backing his ass up, wanting that cock inside him, but Finarfin kept rubbing. "Please, hántya, take me..."
Finarfin spanked Maglor's ass.
Gently tugging the leash, Finarfin took Maglor. Once he was inside, he kept one hand on the leash and the other grabbed Maglor by the hair, their hips slapping together, Finarfin's balls smacking Maglor's balls from behind. Maglor's fists clenched the sheets, white-knuckled, as his uncle's cock hit that sweet spot inside him over and over again... as he gave himself over to being taken, ravaged, fucked, rutting like an animal. Nothing else mattered but that hot, urgent fuck, needing each other.
"Hántya," Maglor moaned, rocking his hips back at Finarfin, taking it as hard as he'd given it, wanting it. "Hántya. Fuck me. Fuck me..."
"Such a good little slut." Finarfin spanked Maglor's ass again - one cheek, then the other. Then he pulled Maglor's hair harder and fucked faster, the slap of their flesh even louder, more deliciously obscene. "My good boy. My good slut."
"Hántya!" Maglor bit his lip and whimpered. He was so close and yet his orgasm was just out of reach, needing more, craving more...
Maglor's mind's eye, unbidden, conjured a fantasy of what it would be like to be fucked like this by Finarfin, with Maedhros's cock in his mouth. That thought almost undid him.
Finarfin let go of Maglor's hair and reached around to stroke Maglor's cock. He pulled on the leash with his other hand as he kissed and nibbled Maglor's neck and shoulder. "Does my good boy want to come?"
"Yes, hántya, please... please, make me come..."
Maglor turned his head and they kissed, then their tongues licked together playfully, sensually. Maglor was right there, and Finarfin knew it. Finarfin sucked on Maglor's tongue, then their tongues rubbed together again and Finarfin's hand gripped Maglor's cock tightly, stroking furiously. That moment stretched like an eternity, lost in the way their tongues teased and fucked as the rhythm inside him and on his cock sent him to the point of no return. Finarfin kissed him again and Maglor screamed into the kiss as he went off, creaming over Finarfin's hand and onto the sheets. Two thrusts later Finarfin bit Maglor's neck with a growl as he spilled inside him, and Maglor sighed at that wonderful feel of being filled with the evidence of their passion.
Finarfin rested on Maglor's back, and Maglor murmured with pleasure as the orgasm throbbed and gave way to that warm, floating, melting bliss. He sighed with contentment as Finarfin rubbed his nose in his hair, and then nuzzled his shoulder. "I love you," Finarfin said.
"I love you, hántya."
Finarfin's hands covered Maglor's, and Maglor soaked up that glowing peace, the best feeling in the world. Once again he saw Maedhros in his mind's eye, with the same peace after a good fuck with Fingon.
Giving him that peace again, curled up with him... or with Maedhros and Finarfin both.
You cannot keep thinking like this. You cannot be with your own brother. There's a line there.
And yet, the thought of Maedhros made Maglor harden up again. When Finarfin rolled onto his side and pulled Maglor against him, he felt the hardness and laughed. "So insatiable." Finarfin stroked Maglor's face and kissed his forehead with a wicked smile. "Just like -" Then Finarfin's voice trailed off and he looked off to the side.
Maglor really didn't want to hear about Finarfin's old lover, even as a part of him was curious who it was, if it was someone he knew. And he knew that it was petty of him to feel jealousy at Finarfin having been with someone else when Maglor was thinking lustful thoughts about Maedhros and Fingon.
Maglor's cheeks burned with shame. He wondered how Finarfin would react if he told him of these fantasies. Fantasies that could not, should not become a reality. And yet, as Finarfin's hard cock pressed up against his, those fantasies kept playing in his mind.
They kissed as they rubbed together, hard cock to hard cock, and then they settled with their heads between each other's legs, eating the seed from each other's passages. Maglor wondered if Fingon and Maedhros had done this.
He wondered what it would be like to taste both his seed and Maedhros's inside Finarfin. And Finarfin's seed and Maedhros's inside him, his seed and Finarfin's inside Maedhros...
Maglor moaned into Finarfin's hole, lapping faster, eating like he was starving for it.
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