Often when Maglor and Maedhros sparred, Maedhros won, and this was true even after the partial loss of his arm - especially after the loss of his arm, it seemed, where he trained even harder to compensate, and his time in captivity had made each battle much more of a savage fight for survival. But today Maglor won - determined to give a more intense fight than usual, showing his respect by making his brother really earn it, strengthening Maedhros's pride with each blow, so he knew Maglor wasn't just letting him win out of pity.
Maglor felt a special surge of his own pride the rare times he bested his older brother in single combat, even though he much preferred peace to war. He was still good at war, and the House of Finwë was quite proud indeed of what they were good at. It was the one thing the Valar had managed to not break, from them.
Maedhros was usually not a sore loser, and would also feel proud of Maglor when he won. Today, however, Maedhros did not concede so easily. Instead of bowing to Maglor as the winner of their fight, he put Maglor in a headlock with his stump while his other arm reached up to rub knuckles on Maglor's forehead, furiously mussing Maglor's hair, like they used to do when they were boys. Then Maedhros stuck his fingers in his mouth and stuck them in Maglor's ear, making Maglor shriek... and laugh in hysterics.
Maglor put his hands on his hips and gave Maedhros a mock stern look. "And what would Atya say, if he were here right now?"
Maedhros flashed that cheeky grin. "Where do you think I learned it from? Did you never pay attention when he fought with Ñolo?"
Maglor looked off to the side - he'd often been in dreamland, composing, playing his harp and singing... letting the Song play through him.
Then Maedhros said, "Never mind, of course you didn't, or you'd know..." Maedhros's voice trailed off and now he also looked off to the side.
Maglor's jaw dropped. He had a feeling as to how his brother was about to finish the sentence. "They were... like how we recently... became to each other."
Maedhros nodded solemnly.
He had suspected it, and it was another thing to know it. Now it all made sense - why they had to pretend to be enemies, lest their passion was too obvious. Why Fëanor had burned the ships, in the end - a lover scorned.
Why Fingolfin had gone to his death, to try to avenge Fëanor, even after everything.
Maglor reflexively licked his lips, as his mind's eye burned with delicious thoughts of Fëanor and Fingolfin naked, kissing, caressing... sensually sliding cock against cock, bodies glistening with sweat, panting for each other as they rolled their hips...
He didn't want to think about his father that way, and his cheeks burned with shame. Now he thought of the plug inside him, the collar and necklace around his neck, both of which had been worn by Finarfin's late lover. Fëanor knew of Finarfin's sin, because - "Arafinwë knew they were lovers?"
There was a long pause - too long. Maedhros gave a small nod and then he said, "I think you had better talk about that with Ara sometime... just the two of you."
"Why?" Maglor was confused.
Maedhros smirked and quickly looked away like he was trying not to laugh, but then he stopped trying and shook with silent laughter that became less silent.
Maglor folded his arms. "You're making fun of me."
Maedhros turned back to him, face bright red, eyes sparkling. "You're so cute, Kanafinwë. So... so innocent." Maedhros laughed harder, snorting and spluttering, tears spilling down his cheeks.
Between that and Maedhros's "concession", Maglor realized what was going on. Maglor hadn't just made Maedhros earn respect through a fiercer fight than usual, but now Maedhros was trying to earn his punishment as well.
Maglor tried not to smile. He kept up the stern act, glaring at his brother. He marched over, then he grabbed Maedhros by the hair and began pulling him through the courtyard - always looking around to make sure they weren't noticed, though he was also sure people would just think they were roughhousing like brothers - and at last, let go of Maedhros's hair at the entrance to the secret passageway. Once they had climbed inside, Maglor seized a fistful of copper hair again and this time he tugged harder as he led the way to the dungeon.
"You're going to get it," Maglor warned him.
He looked over his shoulder and Maedhros was grinning again. "Promises, promises."
Maglor froze in his tracks and remembered a very similar exchange between Fëanor and Fingolfin long ago - at the time it had seemed like banter verging on the taunt of an enemy, but now... Once again, things clicked into place. Maedhros was acting much like Fëanor had. It wasn't just that Fëanor knew Finarfin preferred men, and Finarfin knew Fëanor and Fingolfin were lovers, but somehow Finarfin also knew Fëanor and Fingolfin were... playing the same sorts of games that he and Maedhros were about to play.
It still seemed surreal that Finarfin and Fëanor would confide in each other about such an intimate matter... and Maglor wondered if they'd in fact talked about it, or if Finarfin had caught them in the act. Or the other way around, Fëanor seeing Finarfin with his lover. That didn't seem likely, and now Maglor had more questions than answers.
But most of all, he had a raging erection in his pants, throbbing; he was already dripping pre-spend in his smallclothes when they arrived at the dungeon. He shoved the maddening mystery of Finarfin's late lover aside and shoved Maedhros up against the door, kissing him hard. Then he feverishly undressed Maedhros - keeping his own clothes on even as his breeches were increasingly strained and uncomfortable - and when Maedhros was completely nude, his own hard cock pulsing and slick with pre-spend, Maglor pushed Maedhros down on his knees on the floor.
"And now, brother, you will take your due place," Maglor told him - feeling as if he were temporarily possessed by Fingolfin, echoing Fëanor's words back to him. A shiver went down his spine.
Maedhros smirked and licked his lips, a naughty look in his eyes. Maglor's cock throbbed and he bit back a moan.
Maglor grabbed Maedhros by the hair again, making Maedhros crawl over to the spanking bench. Maglor roughly shoved Maedhros across the bench, and Maedhros gave a sassy butt wiggle... then Maedhros's hole twitched invitingly, and Maglor almost came right then. He took a few deep breaths to control himself.
Because he'd been in this very position before, he knew how it felt. The thought of Maedhros submitting, surrendering, yielding, going deeper and deeper into heat and hunger and need - to be broken apart and put back together again... Maglor's cock leapt, and he took another deep breath, wanting to make this as good for Maedhros as it was for him when Finarfin dominated him.
Maglor knew it had been a very long time since Maedhros had anyone. He didn't know the extent of how Fingon and Maedhros played in the similar manner to himself and Finarfin, and if Maedhros had ever been spanked by him, but Maglor knew even if Fingon had reddened his ass, it had been long enough that Maglor would need to go easy these first few times, warm him up.
Taking small steps into his own newfound role.
Finarfin had said it honored him to have taught Maglor harp, and for Maglor to have exceeded his skill. Maglor would always be Finarfin's submissive, and it seemed the ultimate act of devotion for him to now approach his brother's gorgeous ass and apply the lessons learned from receiving and observing all these months. He bowed his head reverently and closed his eyes, projecting ósanwe into his uncle's mind. Smirking as he sensed Finarfin in the study, in a meeting, knowing how this would tease him.
He hoped he would get it later, the same way Maedhros was about to get it now.
This one's for you, hántya.
Maglor's palm cracked down upon Maedhros's left ass cheek. Maedhros let out a cry, and his hole twitched again. Maglor's breath hitched, cock pulsing with want. A tingly thrill went through him, stiffening his cock and tightening his balls even more.
Teasing slut, Finarfin shot back into Maglor's mind, just before Maglor felt the connection close, like Finarfin was sliding a panel of glass between them - but not before Maglor felt that frisson of Finarfin's desire, the thrust in Finarfin's loins, having to adjust himself in his chair.
Maglor grinned. Then he refocused his attention on the firm globes of his brother's ass, the left cheek of which was now glowing with a red handprint. Maglor rubbed it tenderly and Maedhros moaned.
"That was to warm up," Maglor said, and ran a finger down Maedhros's spine, into the crack of his ass. Maedhros moaned again, trying to push his ass out at Maglor's finger, in the direction of his hole. Maglor laughed, playfully grabbed Maedhros's ass, and then he said, "You get ten spankings this first time. Five on each cheek."
"Do it," Maedhros growled, like he was the one in charge.
Just for that, Maglor's palm slapped harder on the same side where he'd just struck, to make it sting even more. Maedhros cried out and Maglor let out a little grunt of approval, cock twitching. His breeches were getting damn unbearable, but he kept them on... for now. His hand slid up Maedhros's spine, making Maedhros shiver, before it came down on the right ass cheek, swift and hard. Maedhros cried out again and Maglor moaned.
He liked this. He liked it a lot.
Apparently Maedhros did too. "More," Maedhros breathed.
Maglor bit his lower lip and smacked Maedhros's left ass cheek, sighing with pleasure as Maedhros cried out. It was such a rush, for his older brother - his hero, next to his father and uncles - to give himself this way. Maglor spanked Maedhros's right ass cheek, then went back to the left. Harder and harder he spanked, and Maedhros desperately rubbed himself against the bench, panting for it. At the final slap, Maedhros called out "Káno," just before a seething, gritted out sob, that almost undid Maglor.
Maedhros hadn't come, but when he rose from the bench, shaking, pre-spend dripped from the head of Maedhros's cock to a puddle on the floor. Maglor licked his lips, and watched Maedhros's cock just drip and drip, the shaft glistening deliciously. Maglor wanted to taste it.
More than that, he wanted to make his brother taste it.
Maglor pushed Maedhros down on his knees again. "Lap up your mess," he commanded.
Maedhros bent down and licked up the puddle he'd made, and Maglor reached down to palm himself through his breeches, while his other hand held Maedhros by the hair. Maedhros lapped and lapped until the puddle was gone, then Maglor pulled him up, grabbed Maedhros and kissed him deeply. Both men groaned into the kiss as they shared the flavor, and Maglor thrust his hips out so Maedhros could feel how hard he was through his pants. When they pulled back, breathing more heavily, Maedhros had that wicked grin on his face again.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" Maedhros purred.
As much as Maglor wanted that - as badly as Maglor's cock wanted that, pulsing in response - Maglor wasn't inclined to give Maedhros what he wanted. He led Maedhros over to the restraint table. Maedhros lay back and Maglor took three lengths of rope. One was to secure Maedhros's wrist - he let the stump of the other arm remain free - and then he bound Maedhros's ankles, so there was no escape, completely helpless.
Maglor paused to survey his handiwork... and to make sure his brother was really and truly fine with this, that he wasn't having flashbacks of being shackled to a cliff. Maglor stroked Maedhros's cheek and hair, and the way Maedhros smiled at him - the adoring look in his eyes, pure love and trust - took Maglor's breath away. He wondered if he looked like this when Finarfin bound him.
He understood Finarfin better now, and that made him feel even closer to his uncle, made him love Finarfin all the more.
Maglor kissed Maedhros's brow and then his fingers brushed down Maedhros's throat, to rub a hard nipple in slow circles. "You've been such a brat, you're not going to get what you want right away." Maglor's eyes drank in the sight of Maedhros's body, bound to his pleasure, utter perfection with his muscles and the copper mane fanned out, the engorged cock dripping precum. "Besides, a beautiful body like yours deserves to be worshiped."
Maglor wasn't just saying that to make Maedhros feel better about his stump, but he truly meant it. He drove himself mad with lust as he spent the next while teasing his brother, a feather in one hand, caressing with the other, lips and tongue tracing the path of the feather and his fingertips over Maedhros's shoulders and arm and stump - nuzzling and kissing Maedhros's stump tenderly, wanting Maedhros to feel his love and acceptance - and then teasing the nipples, chest, stomach, hips, thighs, and calves, and back up. Maglor spent a long time licking and suckling one nipple, then the other, nibbling and kissing Maedhros's perfect toned stomach, licking and biting the sensitive inner thighs, knowing his teeth would leave marks later. At last Maglor leaned in and just licked up and down Maedhros's cock, ever so slowly, making Maedhros shiver and gasp. When Maglor bent Maedhros's knees and lapped at the open, pulsing passage, Maedhros whimpered, writhing against the restraints.
"Please, Káno," Maedhros begged. "Oh gods, please, brother, fuck me..."
Maglor smiled. "I'll think about it." He could be a brat too.
Maedhros begged and begged, cries of "please, please," as Maglor worked his tongue, tracing around and around the opening in circles, tongue fluttering inside slowly, then lashing harder, faster... back to slow again. It was delicious torment for them both - Maglor ached to be inside him, but he made himself wait, continuing to tease his brother, knowing it would be worth it in the end. He wondered if Fingolfin had teased Fëanor just like this, and it made his cheeks burn with hot shame for making his lust all the hungrier, wishing he could have watched that, wishing he could have -
You cannot want your own father like this.
"Please, please, PLEASE!" Maedhros clenched his fist, white-knuckled, and let out such a plaintive wail that Maglor considered giving in.
Then he decided he was going to make Finarfin proud.
Maglor found the oil, set it down next to the restraint table, and took his clothes off - slowly, giving his brother a show. He poured oil over his hard cock and stroked it to work it in. "Is this what you want, brother?"
"Yes. Yes. Give me that cock, Káno..." Maedhros grit his teeth, eyes feverish.
Maglor gave an innocent, demure little smile, and then he stroked himself harder, faster, making Maedhros watch as he got closer and closer, panting, breath coming out in shuddery little gasps as he excited his cock and all Maedhros could do was just lay there, bound and helpless to do anything about being denied the cock he craved. It didn't take long for Maglor to bring himself off, pent up as he was, and he climaxed explosively, jets of cream splashing on Maedhros's face and chest and some right onto Maedhros's cock. Maedhros howled with frustration.
Maglor laughed softly, and when he'd had a moment to recover, he leaned in and began licking his spend off of Maedhros's face, then his chest and nipples... then his cock. Maedhros whimpered again as Maglor's tongue lashed and lapped at the head of his cock and his shaft. "Making sure I get it all," Maglor said.
He came up and kissed Maedhros with his own spend on his tongue, letting Maedhros taste it too, making a sloppy mess as the cream thickened on their tongues, rubbing, fluttering, playing before their mouths crushed together, tongues swirling more insistently. Maedhros growled into the kiss and Maglor's cock rose again.
"I. Need. You. Now." Maedhros bared his teeth. Then he added a shaky, "Please."
Maglor draped his arm over his forehead with an exaggerated sigh, laughed some more, and then he unbound Maedhros's ankles. After pouring more oil on his cock, he propped Maedhros's legs up on his shoulders and took him, fucking hard, showing no mercy. Maedhros loved it, rocking his hips to match Maglor's rhythm. "Yes, yes, fuck me, more..." Maedhros made a high-pitched noise, then a deeper one, and Maglor grunted in response, his balls slapping Maedhros's ass wildly as he pounded away, frantic for it. It was such a thrill, such a rush, the sweet, sweet power of his older brother's surrender, and he couldn't get enough, fucking and fucking and fucking, making Maedhros take it, and Maedhros begged for more, like the slut he was.
They were both sluts. Maglor couldn't wait for Finarfin to fuck him just like this, later. He thought about what it would be like with the three of them together - Finarfin fucking him as he fucked Maedhros, Finarfin commanding him to fuck Maedhros as hard as he was being fucked. Maglor almost came at that fantasy, but even with fighting the urge he knew he was losing control and couldn't hold back much longer. He reached in and grabbed his brother's cock, stroking it madly, making it rattle, his wrist a blur. "Come for me," Maglor ground out, gripping tighter, as he slammed away inside the silken heat of his brother, so close to his own climax. "Come, slut. Come for your brother -"
"Káno! Káno! Oh, Kanafinwë, FUCK!" Maedhros closed his eyes and screamed through clenched teeth as his cock spurted up Maglor's torso. Three thrusts later Maglor let out a deep, fierce growl as he came too, spending and spending inside his brother's deliciously pulsing walls. Maglor gasped for breath, trying not to fall over as the relief swept through him, as he felt like he was rising, flying, melting.
At last Maglor untied Maedhros's wrist, and climbed up onto the table to lay next to him. They snuggled up together, legs entwined, and Maglor sighed with contentment.
"We should have done this a long time ago," Maedhros said, clinging, his head resting on Maglor's chest even though he was the taller of the two.
"The nights in Beleriand were so lonely and cold." A chill went through Maglor, remembering. "We could have made our own fire."
Maedhros looked into his eyes and stole a kiss. "We will always have fire, now."
Maglor smiled to himself as he held his brother close, stroking Maedhros's hair, lovingly rubbing his back, his stump. He had learned harp from Finarfin so long ago, and now he had learned a deeper music. How to play the strings of one's soul.
"How many spankings did you give him?"
"Ten." Maglor looked over his shoulder just before Finarfin bent him over the spanking bench. Even after the powerful release Maglor had earlier with his brother, he still craved more, wanton and needy. Maglor added, "The first one you felt through ósanwe was an extra one to get started."
"Yes, I was in a meeting, you little slut."
Maglor smirked and wiggled his butt. "So sorry." He wasn't really.
"No, you're not. So now you can have twenty spankings, double what you gave Nelyafinwë."
"Good."
Finarfin's hand slapped Maglor's ass hard enough to make Maglor cry out. Maglor grabbed the edges of the bench, panting for it, craving more. Never enough.
Finarfin spanked each ass cheek back and forth, Maglor yelping at the sweet sting burning through him. By the time Finarfin was through, Maglor was a quivering wreck, cock hard to the point of agony, wanting to be ravaged and fucked.
Of course, Finarfin had only just begun. "What else did you do to your brother?"
"I tied him up and teased him. Then after he begged me for cock, I stroked myself and came all over him. It made me last longer when I fucked him hard."
"Good boy," Finarfin said, beaming proudly, giving a little applause. Maglor grinned back, pleased with himself.
Then Finarfin rasped, "Naughty boy," and marched Maglor over to the restraint table.
Maglor didn't know how long he'd teased Maedhros - it felt like it had been a long time - but he was sure this was even longer. It seemed as if hours passed as Maglor lay there, hard and aching, while Finarfin brushed the feather over his nipples, his stomach, his thighs, his cock, hand sliding over him, circling, swirling, kissing and licking here and there. When Finarfin had his fill of teasing, he stuck his cock in Maglor's face, but instead of making Maglor suck it, he stroked himself until he came, all over Maglor's face and hair. Maglor almost came himself, reveling in that feeling of being marked, claimed.
Maglor licked Finarfin's cock clean, then Finarfin untied Maglor, and marched him down to the bedchamber, with Maglor on the leash; Finarfin carried Maglor's clothes over his shoulder. Once in the bedchamber they kissed all the way to the bed, and Maglor climbed on the bed on all fours.
Finarfin took him from behind, slamming into him as Maglor grabbed the pillows, screaming into them, and Maglor rocked his hips, desperately fucking himself on Finarfin's cock, panting for it. Their hips slapped together and Finarfin's balls smacked against Maglor's. "Is this how hard you fucked him?" Finarfin growled.
"Harder."
Finarfin seized a handful of Maglor's hair with one hand and tugged on Maglor's collar with the other, pounding into him harder, faster. Maglor cried out into the pillows, almost coming just from the delicious rhythm on that sweet spot inside him even without his cock being touched. "Harder, harder," Maglor begged.
Finarfin made a deep guttural noise and slammed into Maglor even more furiously, the bed banging against the wall. Once again Maglor was grateful his father had helped ward the room with soundproofing enchantment. He loved those filthy sex noises - their broken cries, the slap of their flesh, the wet suctioning of Finarfin's oil-slick cock pumping in and out of him, the thumping at the wall. It was so good to lose himself like this, where the past was far away and the only thing that existed was hot, raw sex, the two of them wanting each other so badly, sharing a hungry, nasty fuck. "Like that, like that," Maglor breathed, then sobbed into the pillows as Finarfin made that animal grunt again and let go of the collar to slap his sore, sensitive ass.
"Slut," Finarfin whispered, rubbing where he'd just spanked, soothing, teasing. His fingers walked up Maglor's spine and brushed back down. Maglor cried out and Finarfin growled in response and smacked his ass again.
Soon they were both at that edge, shaking, gasping for breath, both needing to come but trying to make it last, trying to hold out and savor their fuck. Finarfin reached around to play with Maglor's cock and the tight grip and rubbing - intensifying the rubbing inside him - made Maglor lose control in moments, howling into the pillows as he spent over Finarfin's hand, creaming and creaming. Finarfin took two more sharp thrusts then he let out a shuddery sigh as he spent into Maglor's pulsing walls. Maglor sighed too, flexing his toes and fingers involuntarily, like a kneading happy cat.
"Oh, Ara." Maglor smiled so hard his face hurt, feeling like he was floating on a cloud of light, weightless and beautiful.
"Good boy." Finarfin sank down, his chest to Maglor's back. He kissed the top of Maglor's head and rubbed his nose in Maglor's hair.
And still they weren't done. They lay in each other's arms for awhile, petting and giving each other soft little kisses, then deeper ones, until their tongues were licking, teasing, their hands roaming, caressing each other's bodies, stroking their cocks back to hardness.
"If you want it like an insatiable slut, you're going to work for it," Finarfin said. He clipped the leash through Maglor's collar, then he lay on his back and patted his hips.
Maglor straddled him and sank down. With Finarfin holding the leash, Maglor bounced feverishly on Finarfin's cock, riding and riding, bucking. Finarfin grabbed Maglor's hips and wildly thrust his own, slamming into him, making Maglor hold on for dear life. They were able to last longer this time and Maglor rode Finarfin's cock until they were both dripping with sweat, their bodies glistening beautifully, hair damp, both men panting and gasping to the rhythm of their flesh smacking together again, hot and primal. Maglor never wanted to stop riding, even as exhausted as he was now. He gave Finarfin his all, working his hips in circles like he was performing a song or a dance... like he was offering the music of his heart, letting Finarfin inside him again and again, joined as one.
They climaxed together, looking into each other's eyes, and Finarfin sat up and pulled Maglor into his arms, holding him tight, kissing him passionately as the pleasure throbbed, their cocks still spending, their hearts beating in the same rhythm.
Maglor rested his head on Finarfin's shoulder and they rocked each other, so shattered by their orgasm that neither man could find words... but that safe space of their afterglow was deeper than words. Deeper than love itself.
Maglor wanted to go deeper, and deeper, into this love he had with his brother and his uncle. They had lost so much, and things would never be the same, but they had nonetheless found something beautiful in the wreckage of their lives, fitting the broken pieces together to make something new.
And in the thunder of their hearts, holding each other, Maglor felt like the worst was over... their love was the rainbow after the storm.
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