"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Finarfin glanced at Maglor, then Maedhros, then back at Maglor again. While he tried to keep his expression neutral - ever the calm eye in the center of the storm - Maglor could still see the tension on Finarfin's face, the worry for them.
Maglor didn't feel ready, but then he knew he never would, for something like this. What he did know was that he had to do it anyway. "I'm sure," he replied, trying not to let his voice shake. "I have to witness this for myself to make sure... she really goes."
Maedhros nodded solemnly. "I won't know peace unless I can see for myself she's gone and not coming back."
"All right." Finarfin also gave a curt nod, and then he gestured for his nephews to follow. "Come along."
Nerdanel was being sent off to Formenos with twelve guards who would keep her under house arrest on rotating shifts. The banishment was permanent, and Finarfin would arrange to have the staff traded out twice yearly, both to preserve the sanity of the guards by allowing them to come home and not grow homesick and lonely, and also to make sure that Nerdanel could not ingratiate herself too deeply with the sorts of bonds that one could forge with a constant long-term presence... and perhaps use that to her advantage to sneak back and do more damage. Maglor feared that twelve wouldn't be enough - his mother knew how to be charming, she had Fëanor under her spell for years, long past the point when he should have left her - but he trusted that Finarfin knew what he was doing, and that sending more than twelve would strip down Finarfin's own staff, which would cause other problems.
Nonetheless, he still felt that twinge of apprehension as he watched Nerdanel's trunks of belongings loaded onto the caravan, hoping this would be well and truly the last time he ever saw her. He also felt relief at the banishment...
...and sorrow for the love he'd wanted from his mother, and never received. While this wasn't an execution - though Maglor felt Finarfin secretly wanted that, noticing Finarfin's body language tense with hatred as he watched the departure proceed - it still felt like a death in a sense. The death of hope for reconciliation with his mother, the death of the dreams of love that Nerdanel was never capable of giving.
When the last trunk was loaded, Nerdanel paused before she took a step onto the carriage. She looked over at her two eldest sons, the contempt visible on her face. "Well," she said with a sniff. "After all I've done for you, you're sending me away like this."
Maedhros snorted, and clenched his fist. "All you've done for us is hurt us, Mother."
"I gave you life," Nerdanel snarled.
"And then you drained it from us, bit by bit," Maedhros said. "Do you know how many times I wished I was dead, when you wouldn't hug me, wouldn't pay attention to me, and I kept wondering what I'd done wrong?"
"You had best leave now," Finarfin told Nerdanel. "Or I may rethink the banishment and have you confined to the dungeon instead. Or just drowned."
Nerdanel snorted. She stepped onto the carriage and sat down. The horses began to ride at a slow trot, and Maglor slowly turned away, thinking that was the end of that. But before he could completely turn his back, Nerdanel's voice called out. "I wish I'd left you in the woods to die of exposure, Maitimo, just like what I heard your worthless brother Tyelkormo did to those boys Eluréd and Elurín!"
Maedhros's jaw dropped, and his face turned red.
Seething with boiling rage, not thinking, just feeling, Maglor picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at his mother. He had never hit his mother before - he had never hit a woman, period - and his hand shook as he realized what he'd done... but what she'd said was far worse. Nerdanel ducked and the rock hit one of the guards instead, bouncing off the leather armor. Maedhros growled and took off at a run, but before he could get far, Finarfin put out his arm, holding him back.
"Let her go," Finarfin said, his voice a quiet, frosty monotone that sent a chill through Maglor, knowing Finarfin was putting up a front of ice to subdue the murderous fire he shared with his brothers. "She's not worth it."
Maglor's heart pounded. He felt sick to his stomach. Of all that Nerdanel had said and done, this was the unkindest cut of all, ripping open many wounds at once. Maedhros stood there with Finarfin's arm still at his abdomen, Maedhros's mouth still open... jaw trembling. Nerdanel howled with laughter as the caravan rode away, and they stayed and watched, making sure she was really going, until she was gone, a speck on the horizon.
Maglor stepped forward and took his elder brother in his arms. Finarfin held both of them, fierce and tight.
"My boys," Finarfin whispered, rocking them. "My good boys. I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry."
"I hate her," Maedhros whispered back, and then his voice was a mighty roar. "I HATE HER!"
"I know." Finarfin pulled Maedhros onto his shoulder and began to stroke his copper mane. "I know."
Finarfin closed his eyes, and silent tears spilled down his cheeks. It tore at Maglor's heart to see how much Finarfin cared for them, hurt for them. While they weren't completely alone - they had their own guards in case things had escalated - Maglor still reached out and took his uncle's hand. Finarfin squeezed his hand and their fingers lingered, needing that moment of connection, propriety be damned.
"The audacity," Maglor said, and spat with disgust. "I wish I hadn't suggested banishment. You should have locked her up."
Finarfin shrugged. "At least her filth will not be polluting my space anymore. Let us hope it stays that way." Finarfin let go of Maedhros, but still held Maglor's hand, and he took Maedhros's hand in his free hand. "The boys should be done with their lessons now. Let's focus on the family that we do have."
Elrond and Elros played harp and sang for them, and then Finarfin took them all out to the palace gardens so they could tend the plants together and visit the bird menagerie. After the evening meal, Finarfin led the way to the beach, so they could watch the sunset on the ocean. Elrond and Elros happily splashing about in the waves did Maglor's heart good - he loved those boys as if they were his own, and he was glad to give them safety and happiness and peace here, their giggles making the tears of those long winters in Beleriand seem so far away, even like another life.
And yet, it also ripped the wounds open all over again, for the innocence he and his brothers had lost. How they'd only had one parent invested in their happiness, and Fëanor's encouraging smiles hid the shadows in his eyes. Maglor closed his eyes and thought of Fëanor and Fingolfin pretending to be enemies to conceal their affair. How much easier life would have been if they hadn't had to hide... if Fëanor had left Nerdanel and he and Fingolfin had raised the boys together, as Maglor and Maedhros were raising Elrond and Elros now.
Maglor glanced over at Finarfin and it seemed he wasn't watching the fire of the sunset but looking beyond it... as if he were looking across space and time at Fëanor's fire. Maglor swallowed hard, knowing how difficult it must have been for Finarfin to watch his eldest brother suffering, trying to be strong for his sons.
Across their bond, through ósanwe, Maglor accidentally saw the glimmer of a memory. Fëanor and Finarfin splashing together in these waves as Elrond and Elros were doing now. A moment of rare playfulness, private joy, like they were boys again.
Two boys, together clinging, holding each other as the Treelight mingled.
Suddenly Maglor felt pressure against his head - as if Finarfin knew Maglor had accessed that memory and was shoving him out. But before Maglor could apologize - he hadn't intentionally pried - Finarfin took Maglor's hand again.
She killed him, Finarfin spoke into Maglor's mind. The Valaraukar delivered the death blow, but it was she who sent him to madness. I will never forgive her for that. I could kill her a thousand times and it would not bring Fëanor back. At least she will be isolated at Formenos and will have a small taste of the loneliness I have felt, all this time.
Maglor didn't know what to say. He found himself pulling Finarfin to his feet and leading him to the water. In the last golden light of the sunset they splashed each other, chasing, ducking, while Maedhros sat on the rocks. Maglor waved and gestured for Maedhros to join them, but Maedhros just put up his hand and gave a thin smile.
After Elrond and Elros were tucked in and Maglor sang them to sleep, Maglor and Maedhros had instructions to meet Finarfin in the dungeon. On the way there, Maedhros took a detour to his room. Maglor waited, wondering what Maedhros was doing, and when Maedhros came out, he had the first genuine smile Maglor had seen from him in hours.
Finarfin was waiting for them, already naked and stroking himself, looking delectable as always. "Kneel," Finarfin commanded.
Maglor and Maedhros knelt together, reverently. Finarfin came over, his hard cock bobbing with each step, and he put a hand on each of their heads. "You're good boys," Finarfin said softly. "And you are my boys now, both of you."
Maglor smiled, and let out a little sigh of contentment as Finarfin began to stroke his face, pet his hair. "Such good boys," Finarfin husked, making Maglor melt even more - how he loved that.
How he needed that, ached for that, especially now.
Finarfin took Maedhros's chin in his hand and tilted his face up. Their eyes met. "I am so very sorry for what she said to you."
"So am I," Maedhros said, keeping his expression stoic, his voice firm, even though Maglor saw his body tense, once again feeling the pain of those cruel words.
"She already exposed you, a long time ago. Already left you to die, slowly, from the inside." Finarfin's thumb traced Maedhros's lips slowly, lovingly, and then he put his thumb in Maedhros's mouth. Such a simple gesture, and yet so symbolic. Maedhros sucked Finarfin's thumb. "But tonight, we are going to live. You have known such cold, and tonight we will make each other safe and warm. Tonight we will burn together."
A frisson went down Maglor's spine, his cock stiffening, his body craving the promise of those words.
Finarfin pulled Maedhros to his feet, and into his arms. Into a kiss. Maglor's cock jolted as he watched Finarfin and Maedhros kiss deeply, then open-mouthed, tongues licking, teasing. Finarfin's hands ran up and down Maedhros's body - over his arm, over his stump - and Maedhros trembled with a soft moan, before another passionate kiss. When they pulled back, breathing harder, Finarfin kissed the tip of Maedhros's nose, making Maedhros smile fondly, and Finarfin asked, "Did you bring what I asked?"
"I did." Maedhros opened his robe and produced what looked like a sculpted penis but with two heads. Lifelike, pale and veiny. Long and girthy. Maedhros turned to Maglor and said, "Finno and I used to play with this."
"And now tonight you two will, for me." Finarfin gave a wicked grin and Maglor's cock pulsed, wanting. "Because you're not just my good boys. You're my good sluts."
Maglor groaned as his cock throbbed again. Finarfin knew his weaknesses oh so very well, and now Finarfin walked over to steal a kiss, and his hand reached for the hard bulge in Maglor's breeches. "That's right," Finarfin purred. "You love being my slut, don't you, Kanafinwë?"
"Yes, hántya," Maglor breathed, his cock hardening even more to Finarfin's gentle touch.
"You love being my slut... and you're so very good at it." Finarfin claimed another kiss and then their tongues played together, as Finarfin rubbed Maglor's hard cock through his trousers. "Such a luscious little slut."
Maglor was almost ready to come right then, melting. But then Finarfin stepped back and shoved Maglor and Maedhros at each other. "Go on then," Finarfin said. "Get each other ready for the slut-on-slut love."
Maglor and Maedhros fell onto the soft cushion Finarfin had put atop the restraint table, kissing. They undressed each other and tossed their clothes aside. As Finarfin watched, stroking himself again, Maglor and Maedhros knelt on the cushion and resumed kissing, caressing each other's naked bodies. Maedhros kissed and licked down Maglor's neck, lapped and suckled at Maglor's hard pierced nipples. Then Maglor licked down Maedhros's throat, sucked hungrily at Maedhros's nipples, licked Maedhros's arm all over, and then Maedhros's stump, sucking on it like it was a cock, before rubbing his own hard cock on it, once again wanting Maedhros to know his acceptance, his desire, his passion. Maedhros's moans were so delicious, and Maedhros cried out as he saw Maglor's pre-spend drip down his stump, before Maglor rubbed against it harder, nice and slick, like another cock.
Maedhros growled, pulled Maglor by the hair, and into place so their cocks bumped up together as they kissed hard. Then Maglor chuckled and slapped his brother's ass. "You may be older but you're not in charge," he said. With that, Maglor tumbled down, taking Maedhros with him, and climbed over him so their heads were between each other's legs. But instead of sucking each other's cocks, Maglor's tongue slipped into his brother's pulsing channel, and Maglor moaned as he felt Maedhros's tongue push inside him as well. They got each other slick and open, tongue-fucking each other, viciously devouring each other. Maglor loved rubbing his tongue inside Maedhros's tight hole as his own was pleasured, and their tongues lashed away for a long time, losing themselves. Nerdanel didn't exist anymore, only their hot, needy lust, preparing each other for a good, hard fuck.
At last Finarfin came over - his cock was so engorged, so wet with pre-spend; Maglor moaned at the sight of it, wanting it in his mouth, in his hole, wanting to worship - and Finarfin pulled them off each other by the hair. He made them suck on each end of the sculpted phallus, and Maglor and Maedhros did so with relish, slurping on it like it was a real cock, greedy for it. Then Finarfin produced the vial of oil, poured it over the double-headed cock and worked it in, and ordered, "Both of you, on all fours." They did as they were told and he poured oil down each of their ass cracks; Maglor cried out as he felt the oil dripping into his hole, wishing it was Finarfin's seed.
Then Finarfin held up an index finger and walked off, leaving them frustrated, letting the tension build. He retrieved a length of rope, and he came back and tied Maedhros by the stump to the beam by the restraint table. Maedhros howled and panted with pleasure as he was bound by Finarfin, and once Maedhros was securely tied, Finarfin smacked his ass, hard. "That's right. You're going to get fucked as long as I tell you to, and you're going to love it just like the slut you are."
"Yes, hántya, yes, please," Maedhros begged, thrusting his ass out. Maglor looked over his shoulder and the sight of Maedhros's hole twitching almost made him climax.
Finarfin fit one end of the cock into Maedhros's hole - hearing Maedhros scream and beg "more, more," once again brought Maglor dangerously close to release - and then the other end of the cock was pushing inside him and Maglor gripped the edge of the cushion, whimpering, letting out little shuddery gasps as he was stretched, filled. The thought that this had once been inside Fingon made it even hotter - Maglor wished he'd had a threesome with his brother and eldest cousin back then.
Finarfin stepped back and took one of the chairs in the dungeon, lazily touching himself as Maglor and Maedhros went at it, thrusting their hips, their asses slapping together as the cock slid back and forth between their hungry holes.
The filthy sound of flesh on flesh, the wet suctioning of the double-headed cock gliding in and out, their panting, moaning, just intensified the delicious pleasure of the rhythm of the cock rubbing inside them. As badly as Maglor needed to come he couldn't get enough, desperately fucking himself, and feeling like he was also fucking Maedhros with each rock of his hips, smack of his ass. But at last he was there, his body urgent for relief, breath coming out in shuddery gasps. He reached down to touch himself and Finarfin clicked his tongue.
"Come on that cock without using your hands, slut," Finarfin growled.
Maglor obeyed, and so did Maedhros. After a long moment that seemed to go on forever, whimpers and broken cries, ass slapping ass, Maglor's body gave in, seed spraying the cushion of the restraint table as he gave a hoarse shout, and then Maedhros let out a strangled sob and Maglor could feel Maedhros's hole twitching against his before Maedhros quivered, breathless.
"Good sluts," Finarfin said. He stopped stroking himself and came over and brought his fingers to Maglor's mouth, slick with pre-spend. Maglor sucked, soothing and arousing all at once, deepening his release. Then Finarfin came around and Maglor heard Maedhros moaning around the fingers in his mouth. "Such good, beautiful sluts," Finarfin husked.
Finarfin was still rock-hard, not having come yet, and Maglor wanted to suck it. But instead Finarfin sat back down. He gave them a few minutes to recover and then he said, "Again."
Maglor and Maedhros submitted, surrendered, fucking themselves and each other on the double-headed cock again. It was so wanton and debauched to keep going like this. It made Maglor feel so slutty, and he reveled in that feeling, losing himself in pleasure and passion, primal and animal and unashamed, like a force of nature. They fucked and fucked, and Finarfin stroked himself watching... edging himself. "So beautiful," Finarfin said. "My beautiful boys."
They went for round after round, fucking wildly, feverishly, coming again and again on the double-headed cock, hands-free. Nothing else mattered but their craving for cock... their need for hot, nasty sex. Maglor had never wanted it so badly, bucking madly against his brother's ass, seeing the lust in Finarfin's eyes as they put on the ultimate performance for him, their bodies the Song.
Finally, when the cushion and the beam were both a mess of seed, Finarfin took the cock out of them, untied Maedhros's stump, and let them rest. He held them... still hard.
When Maedhros and Maglor had enough time, Finarfin had them kneel on the cushion, his cock in their face. Maglor sucked Finarfin's cock while Maedhros licked Finarfin's balls, then Maglor's tongue rubbed all over Finarfin's cock as Maedhros sucked Finarfin's balls, then Maglor's tongue swirled around the head as Maedhros licked up and down the shaft, then Maedhros's tongue was on the slit as Maglor's tongue lashed back and forth at the shaft, then both tongues were laving the shaft. Maedhros sucked Finarfin's cock greedily, bobbing his head, as Maglor sucked at the balls, kissing, and Finarfin's moans got louder, his hands tugging harder at their hair.
Before Finarfin could come like that, he put Maglor's legs on his shoulders and took him hard and fast, while Maedhros sucked Maglor's cock. Sucking and being fucked at the same time was one of Maglor's new favorite activities, and he rocked his hips, matching Finarfin's rhythm, fucking himself on Finarfin's cock, fucking Maedhros's face. Maedhros sucked harder and faster, rubbing Maglor's balls with his stump, which drove Maglor mad with lust and sensation. "More," Maglor begged, thrashing around, so close to coming again, yet never wanting to stop, feeling so completely loved and taken care of in the throes of such luscious pleasure. "More, more..."
"That's it, slut," Finarfin snarled. "Take it. Fucking take it."
"Yes, hántya, more, more..."
"Never enough cock, is it, slut?"
"No, I need more, I need more..." Maglor bit his lip and whimpered, getting closer, closer, as Finarfin made him admit what he was, and he owned and embraced his cockslut nature.
Maglor howled as he came in Maedhros's mouth and shot another blast of seed all over Maedhros's face, and Finarfin came, panting, as he watched it. Maglor sighed happily as he felt Finarfin's seed spill inside him, and then Finarfin grabbed Maedhros by the hair and made Maedhros eat it out of him. Maedhros tried to stroke himself, cock hard and slick again from what he'd just witnessed, and the lewd act of eating his uncle's seed out of his brother, and Finarfin slapped Maedhros's hand away.
Finarfin licked Maglor's seed off Maedhros's face, and then they kissed and Finarfin slowly stroked Maedhros's cock. Finarfin's cock hardened up again, and he pulled Maedhros onto his lap, his cock aimed at Maedhros's hole but not going in, not just yet. Finarfin slapped Maedhros's ass. "You want this cock, slut?"
"YES, HÁNTYA, YES!" Maedhros screamed.
"Do you deserve this cock? Are you a good boy?"
Maedhros paused - Maglor felt for him, remembering when he himself felt unworthy of Finarfin's love, months ago - but then Maedhros nodded. "Yes."
"Say it," Finarfin commanded.
"I'm a good boy."
"Say. It."
"I'm a good boy who deserves my hántya's cock."
"Are you my good slut?"
"Yes, I'm a good slut, hántya! I'm your good slut, please, give me cock! I've been a good boy, hántya, please make me your slut, please..."
Finarfin pushed Maedhros down onto his cock, and Maedhros cried out as Finarfin filled him. Now it was Maglor's turn to lean in and suck Maedhros's cock as Maedhros rode Finarfin with wild abandon, and Maglor sucked hungrily, his own cock hard once more, insatiable for the decadent, debauched heat between them. As Maedhros got closer, shuddering, making urgent high-pitched noises, Finarfin played with Maedhros's hard nipples. "We are definitely getting these pierced," Finarfin murmured. "Just like your father's."
"Yes, yes, yes, more..." Maedhros clung to Finarfin, bouncing away, and Maglor sucked as hard as he could, knowing Maedhros would come soon... wanting Maedhros to come hard.
"Such a cockslut you are," Finarfin said, continuing to rub and pinch Maedhros's nipples. He kissed and licked Maedhros's neck, and then he purred, "You come by it honestly, sweet boy," before he kissed Maedhros hard.
Maedhros went off, whining into the kiss, flooding Maglor's mouth with hot cream, so much of it Maglor almost choked. Finarfin reached down and stroked Maglor to climax, and then he tasted Maglor's seed from his hand and threw his head back, giving a shuddery sigh as his body trembled. Maglor groaned with appreciation as he watched Finarfin's seed spill out of Maedhros's hole, gushing down Finarfin's cock and balls.
Somehow, they made it from the dungeon to the bedchamber, and Maglor smiled and made contented noises as he tangled up with his lovers, snuggling. He was exhausted enough from all the hard fucking to go right to sleep...
...but he'd had a disturbing enough day that his body woke him up in the middle of the night, heart pounding, a sense of panic like there was an emergency. Maedhros was sleeping soundly... but Finarfin wasn't in bed with them.
Maglor saw Finarfin on the terrace, under the moonlight. He threw on a robe and joined him there. They leaned on each other, looking up at the moon and the stars, and then at each other - the pensive look on Finarfin's face made Maglor ache, wanting to soothe him somehow.
"Come back to bed, hántya," Maglor whispered. "Let me hold you." He knew that the encounter with Nerdanel had opened some old wounds for Finarfin as well.
And then it hit him. His mind's eye replayed the final act in the dungeon, as Maedhros was riding Finarfin's cock. Such a cockslut. You come by it honestly.
Maglor felt like an absolute idiot for not seeing it sooner, when all the clues were right in front of him. He took a step back. "Fëanor," he breathed.
"What... about your father," Finarfin said, furrowing his brow.
Maglor cocked his head to one side, trying to find words through his shock. "When you said Nelya comes by it honestly... and you said that before, about me..." He took a step back. "You. You knew intimate things about my father because..."
"Because he and I were not just brothers, but lovers." Finarfin nodded. "Ai, Kanafinwë, we all were. Ñolofinwë too. It was our comfort, us against the world."
Maglor's mouth opened.
"I apologize for not telling you before now, but I didn't know how you would handle the information. I'd noticed you would tense up a bit whenever I mentioned my 'late lover', and I worried that you knowing it was your father would worsen that discomfort." Finarfin pursed his lips.
Maglor looked away, face on fire. Cheeks burning with hot shame that as spent as he was, his cock was half-hard again at the mental images of Finarfin dominating Fëanor, fucking him, possessing him, just as he'd done to Maglor and now Maedhros.
Wondering what it would have been like to join in.
Wondering if Fëanor would still be alive now if he'd had another to love him, one more light in the darkness.
It was one thing to be this way with his uncle and his brother, but to feel that surge of lust for his own father...
Maglor took another step back and then, without saying a word, he walked back into the bedchamber. He climbed back into bed and tried to shut his mind down and go to sleep, not wanting to think anymore right now. But he lay there, feeling leaden, the weight of their broken world on his shoulders.
He knew he shouldn't have been surprised, with all the signs right there, but it still shook him to his core. Most of all because this changed everything, somehow. The answer he'd received just raised even more questions.
Questions Maglor wasn't sure he wanted to start asking.
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