The palantir had been silent for over a day, and Maglor feared the worst.
It was hard to tell how long the war had been going on - the days and weeks seemed to blur together. Maglor and Maedhros were both trying to keep themselves together for the sake of Elrond and Elros, but it was difficult to be strong all the time, and Maglor was a wreck on the inside. It was taking him all he had not to ride up to Formenos and fight alongside Finarfin against orders - Finarfin had after all followed Fëanor's orders to go back and leave him behind, so that one of the brothers would survive, and perhaps Fëanor would still be alive if Finarfin had defied him. But Maglor knew "what if" was a dangerous game to play, and his presence at Formenos might not make any difference. It might, indeed, be used as a leverage point, with Morgoth scheming to abduct him to try to have something to bargain. And there were the boys to think about, who were already worried enough about their grand-uncle, never mind one of their fathers.
And so, Maglor endured, but it was getting harder all the time. Finarfin, too, seemed worse for wear each time they visited through the palantir. Maglor could see the exhaustion in Finarfin's eyes, hear it in his voice. The unspoken fear that Morgoth would prevail and the realm would fall.
Now this, with no communication for almost two days. Maglor felt like the world was falling down around him and going up in flames. He tried so very hard to put on a brave face, not wanting to alarm the boys, but at last during the evening meal Maglor broke and had to be excused, heading off to his room... then sneaking into Finarfin's room through the secret passages to wrap himself in the blankets that still smelled of him, still smelled of their sex even after multiple washes, felt like wrapping himself in memories...
...and that somehow made it worse, Maglor weeping harder as he curled up in the fetal position, heart breaking.
Maedhros found him a short while later. For a long moment Maedhros stood there and their eyes locked - Maedhros knew without having to be told what was going on. Then Maedhros came over, climbed on the bed, and wrapped his arm and stump around Maglor, rubbing his back, making soothing noises.
"He's dead," Maglor sobbed.
"You don't know that."
But the silence of palantir was like an unofficial confirmation, and Maglor could hear the waver in Maedhros's voice. "I love him so much, and he's gone, and I can't go on..." Maglor fell apart, weeping into Maedhros's chest.
Maedhros rocked him. "We have endured much... we have survived much. I felt the same way after Finno died, the ache growing stronger with the years, and... it was not that long ago that I despaired of life, but you helped me feel alive again. Whether or not Ara is gone - and I would not give up until we hear from one of the warriors, surely one would ride back to tell us - we have each other. I need you, Káno, don't give up on me." Maedhros's eyes misted.
Maglor felt the love in those words, and was once again awed by how much his brother loved him - and how much that love was returned, a love that Maglor realized had been there all along, even when he wasn't aware of it, the love was there beneath the surface, burning like a hidden fire. And though Maedhros could not replace Finarfin - they were different people, they filled different roles in Maglor's life, met different needs - he knew there was at least that. He clung to Maedhros like a man clinging to a log in a flood, trying not to drown. He needed Maedhros too...
...and that need quickened passion between them. In the face of death, they needed to seize life. Their mouths met, tongues swirling, fluttering. They kissed again and again, deeply, hungrily, the madness of grief fueling the fever of lust. They undressed, and resumed kissing, caressing each other, savoring the feel of skin on skin, needing to be naked and vulnerable together, making each other warm.
Their hard cocks pressed up together and they began to rub cock against cock, slowly and sensually. They kissed open-mouthed, the playful licking of their tongues mirroring the way their cocks were rubbing. Maglor thrilled to the velvet steel of Maedhros's cock against his, pulsing.
All time seemed to stop as the brothers held each other, kissing, licking, cock teasing cock. Now more than ever they needed to get lost in pleasure, the reminder that there was more to life than pain and heartbreak, that here was love, and trust. Hard cock slid against hard cock... hard for each other. Not just needing each other but wanting each other. For tonight, the world melted away in the heat of desire.
They kept the pace slow, cock rubbing cock for a long, long time, as if the fire between them was the light holding back the darkness. But when they were both almost painfully hard, their balls tight, they began to grind more insistently, more urgently, rocking their hips, frantically rutting against each other - even though they weren't inside each other they were still fucking, two animals in heat. This, too, Maglor savored, fighting back his own release as long as he could, wanting to keep fucking Maedhros's gorgeous cock and being fucked by it, the sweet rubbing against his cock more and more delicious, all the more luscious for it being Maedhros's hot cock making him feel so good.
And then, Maedhros took them both in his left fist, rubbing his stump against Maglor's rock-hard, swollen nipples. Maglor lifted up Maedhros's stump and licked at it, sucked on it like it was a second cock, and Maedhros's grip tightened around them, stroking so hard and fast their cocks and his wrist were a blur, making a filthy wet rattling sound in his hand. Both brothers groaned as their tongues rubbed together again, then panted into each other's mouths, so close... so close...
Before they could come like that, Maedhros moved his hand away - Maglor whimpered with frustration - and then he watched as Maedhros rolled down his foreskin over the head of Maglor's cock, so it looked like Maedhros's cock was swallowing Maglor's cock. Maedhros rubbed and rolled where their cocks joined, working their cocks together, and the sight and feel of Maedhros's cock kissing his pushed Maglor over the edge almost instantly, coming with a deep, primal grunt. Maedhros kissed him hard and moaned into the kiss and Maglor moaned back as he felt Maedhros's hot seed pouring over his cockhead, their mingled seed filling up Maedhros's foreskin, creaming both their cocks. Maedhros let go and Maglor watched the mess of seed pour out of Maedhros's foreskin and he shuddered with another powerful contraction - Maglor loved the sight of that almost as much as he loved watching his or Finarfin's seed spill out of Maedhros's gaping hole.
The brothers held each other tight, resting in the peace after such a powerful orgasm, and then after awhile Maglor thought, Ara should be here with us, and once again the grief tore him apart with broken cries. Maedhros started rocking and petting him again but he was silently shaking and Maglor knew Maedhros was crying too. That made Maglor cry even harder - his brother had been through too much, he didn't need to lose a lover, a beloved, all over again.
And then there was a sudden warmth, a glow like someone had turned on a lamp... a memory of the Trees at the Mingling. Maglor closed his eyes and he heard Finarfin's voice clearly in his mind, like a thousand voices echoing, the strongest he had ever heard Finarfin across their bond.
Victory is ours. Morgoth has been defeated. I hold the Silmarils.
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