It was the night before the re-embodiment and return of Fëanor, Fingolfin, and Maglor's brothers and cousins from the Halls of Mandos. Maglor was nervous, but he was more excited than anything about the prospect of being reunited with his lost kin... giddy enough that he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep.
Maedhros, on the other hand, was brooding, and after the evening meal, when they retreated to Finarfin and Maglor's bedchamber, Maglor asked, "What's the matter? Are you not happy to see Fingon again tomorrow?"
Maedhros managed a tight smile, and then he looked away, his eyes sad. "It's not that I don't want to see him. It's about letting him see me like this."
Finarfin folded his arms. "He made love to you after you lost part of your arm, right? Surely you must know he desires you, just as we do -"
"It's not that." Maedhros heaved a deep sigh. "I mean here." He put his left hand on his heart. "The years since he died have been hard. It's only been since we came here that I've found any peace, and yet it doesn't feel like it's been long enough and I'm still a broken mess inside. I'm not ready..."
Maglor put a finger to Maedhros's lips - it tore at him to hear Maedhros speak of himself that way, to know how much he still hurt. Maglor had wounds of his own that were taking time to heal, but it seemed like Maedhros felt worse about himself than he did.
Finarfin tenderly touched Maedhros's face. "You're not broken, Nelya. I am sure Fingon will say the same thing."
Maedhros closed his eyes and tears spilled down his cheeks. "He deserves better -"
"No," Finarfin and Maglor yelled in unison.
Finarfin grabbed Maedhros by the hair and began marching him out of the bedchamber. Maglor followed along. They no longer needed to take the secret passageways to the dungeon but Finarfin did so anyway to spare Maedhros's dignity. Once they arrived in the dungeon, Finarfin tossed Maglor his dagger. "Get his clothes off," Finarfin commanded.
Maglor's cock sprang to life as he cut Maedhros's clothes off, falling in shreds to the floor. Maedhros stopped crying, and Maglor smirked as he watched Maedhros's cock rise in response to being manhandled. Then he pushed Maedhros down on his knees as Finarfin clipped the leash through Maedhros's collar.
"You need an attitude adjustment," Finarfin said. "Someday, you're going to get it through that stubborn head of yours - stubborn just like your father. I'm going to beat that shame right out of you."
"Just like my father?" Maedhros raised an eyebrow.
Finarfin nodded solemnly.
Maedhros grinned. "Hello Going To Beat That Shame Right Out Of You, I'm -"
Maedhros didn't get a chance to finish his joke. "Just for being a brat, you're getting ten extra spankings," Finarfin snarled, dragging Maedhros along on the leash over to the spanking bench. He bent Maedhros down and Maglor retrieved the paddle.
Maglor counted as Finarfin struck - they agreed on thirty, which included the ten extra. The paddle cracked down on Maedhros's left ass cheek, then his right. Back and forth, back and forth, until Maedhros's ass was red and welted, and Maedhros was desperately rubbing himself against the bench, panting, whimpering like a dog in heat. Maglor moaned as he watched Maedhros's hole twitching.
"Please fuck me," Maedhros begged. "I'll be good. I'll be so good, just please, fill me up with your cock, please..."
"Bratty sluts like you don't get what they want right away," Finarfin snapped.
He pulled Maedhros up by his hair, and Maglor held the leash as Finarfin dragged Maedhros by the hair over to the diagonal cross up against the wall. Maglor and Finarfin shackled Maedhros together, brushed his hair aside, and then Finarfin began to flog Maedhros's back, ass, and the backs of his thighs, a sting here, a thud there, making Maedhros cry out louder and louder.
When Finarfin had given ten lashes, he handed the flogger to Maglor and Maglor smacked the flogger against Maedhros's left ass cheek. His cock throbbed as he watched the tails of the flogger slap Maedhros's sensitized, sore ass and Maedhros let out a yelp of pleasure-pain. Maglor followed the same pattern as Finarfin's strikes but in reverse, an appealing symmetry. His cock stiffened harder and his balls tightened as he delivered each blow and Maedhros whined and howled, hole twitching. Maglor could smell how aroused Maedhros was and it took him all he had not to unshackle Maedhros, throw him down, and take him right then.
"Have you had enough?" Finarfin yelled. "I don't think you have, you stubborn brat."
Maedhros turned his head and winked.
Finarfin took out one of the whips - the most vicious one he owned. Maglor swallowed hard as he watched Finarfin carry it over - Finarfin hadn't even used that whip on Maglor; Maglor could barely handle a few lashes from the "beginner" whip, even after all this time.
"You will tell me to stop when it gets to be too much," Finarfin told Maedhros, who nodded.
The whip lashed Maedhros's back and his screams echoed through the dungeon walls. Maglor winced, feeling the slicing sting across their bond - and his cock dripped pre-spend as he felt Maedhros surrendering, going into that place of worship where all the pain went away and all that existed was Finarfin's power. He was very familiar with that place himself.
After Finarfin whipped Maedhros again, he handed Maglor the whip and made a "have at it" gesture. Maglor's hand shook as he took the whip, torn between not wanting to hurt his beloved brother...
...and wanting very much to hurt him.
Maglor took a deep breath and then he snapped the whip. He could feel it recoil, stinging his hand and wrist, and knew the pain for Maedhros was much worse. He watched blood spill down Maedhros's back, and Maedhros let out a guttural noise. Maglor almost came from the rush of power.
Maglor took another deep breath and the whip lashed again, more blood spilling down Maedhros's back, angry wounds appearing in reddened flesh. Maedhros screamed, and at last he fell apart, sobbing. Though Maedhros had not told them to stop, Finarfin still took that as his cue and took the whip out of Maglor's hands.
They unshackled Maedhros and led him back to the bedchamber - Maglor was hard to the point of agony, his mind's eye replaying Maedhros in all his submissive glory, the thrill of conquering him. He had dominated Maedhros before but this was different. It had brought out a beast that seemed now like it had always been there, waiting... and it was hungry.
But for now, Maedhros had been pushed to his limit, and it was time for the calm after the storm. Finarfin and Maglor walked Maedhros to the bed, tied the leash, undressed each other, and then they saw to taking care of Maedhros together, rubbing salve over his back and ass, making soothing noises. Maedhros continued to weep and Finarfin pet his hair with one hand as he continued to work the salve over the welted, wounded flesh with the other. "Let it out, love," Finarfin said softly. "Let the tears cleanse you. It's all right. It's going to be all right."
"You're not broken," Maglor assured him, applying more salve to Maedhros's ass, caressing. "You're good enough for us, and you're good enough for Finno."
Finarfin's eyes met Maglor's, and then he made a "wait here" gesture. Maglor kept rubbing the salve as Finarfin walked across the room to the chest where he kept his sex toys.
Instead of bringing over a sex toy, Finarfin brought over a small box of deep reddish wood carved with two trees, one lined with gold, one lined with silver. Maglor had a feeling he knew what was inside, and when Finarfin opened it, that suspicion was confirmed.
The Silmarils lit up the whole room, casting rainbows on the walls and ceiling. Maglor gasped and tears burned his eyes - it was like seeing the Silmarils for the first time.
"I have to give these to your father when he returns," Finarfin said, "but go on. Take one. Hold it. Your Oath is fulfilled, Nelyafinwë. The Doom is over. It's going to be all right now."
Maedhros reached, but he hesitated before taking one out of the box. He looked at his left hand as if there was something wrong with it, then he looked at the Silmarils again, and back at Finarfin. "I don't know if I can," Maedhros said. "These are sacred things. I am not the same person I was when Atar made these. I've made so many mistakes -"
"And yet, you are not the same person you were when you made those mistakes, either," Finarfin said. "I would not be telling you to touch one if I thought it would sense evil and harm you, Nelya. You are a good boy who did bad things but is trying hard to do better." Finarfin put a hand on Maedhros's head. "You're my good boy."
Maedhros's hand trembled, and for a brief instant Maglor feared he would throw the box aside, but then Maedhros took a Silmaril and held it. He wept afresh as he was bathed in brilliant white light and rainbows.
"See?" Finarfin rubbed Maedhros's hair and back. "It knows you're a good boy." Then Finarfin offered the box to Maglor.
Maglor also hesitated - he was a murderer, after all - but like Maedhros, he was trying to do better. The Silmaril gently pulsed in his hand, a pleasant warmth and tingling without burning. Maglor wept too, overcome with emotion at holding the Silmaril after all this time - all that he'd endured, and made others endure, but he was home now, he was safe, and he was trying to find the light again.
"My good boys." Finarfin leaned in and kissed Maglor. Then Maglor and Maedhros kissed.
Finarfin let them hold the Silmarils for awhile, admiring the beauty of their father's great work... basking in the relief that at last, the Silmarils had been reclaimed. Maglor thought back to when his father made them, and wore them for the first time, so proud - he had no idea then that the three stones were to represent Fëanor and his brothers, the light symbolic of their love.
"Love is the light of the world," Finarfin said, seeming to sense what Maglor was remembering. "Love heals. Love redeems."
After Maglor and Maedhros put the Silmarils back in the box, the three of them held each other. "It's going to be all right," Finarfin assured them again. He took Maedhros's chin in his hand and looked him in the eye. "Finno will see the light in you and not the darkness, Nelya. I am sure of that, just as I saw the light in Fëanor, as well... still see it, even now."
"I still don't feel ready," Maedhros said with a nervous laugh.
Finarfin nodded. He patted Maedhros on the head and then he said, "The only thing not ready is this hole. We'll get you fucked open for your cousin to make up for all that lost time without you."
Finarfin and Maglor sat face to face, cock pressed against cock. They guided Maedhros's hips; Maedhros faced Maglor and sank down on their cocks, gasping as they stretched and filled him. When they were fully joined, Maglor kissed Maedhros deeply and both brothers groaned into the kiss.
Finarfin reached around Maedhros to hold him and kiss and lick his neck, while Maedhros rode their cocks. Maedhros and Maglor kissed and rubbed their tongues together; Finarfin played with Maedhros's pierced nipples. When Maglor leaned in to suckle a nipple, Maedhros rode harder, bouncing feverishly, moaning. Maglor growled around the nipple in his mouth, sucking harder, and Finarfin pinched the other nipple. Maglor turned his head to give the other nipple some love, while Finarfin played with the nipple where Maglor's mouth had just been, rolling and rubbing it, Maedhros's breath coming out in shuddery gasps.
Maedhros rode them harder and faster, working his hips in circles, clenching his inner muscles to tease them. Finarfin spanked Maedhros's ass and pulled on the nipple rings; Maglor tugged one nipple ring with his teeth, then the other, then bit the nipple, then the other. Maedhros cried out and bucked even harder, whimpering.
"That's right," Finarfin rasped, licking Maedhros's neck, then nibbling. "We're going to get this hole fucked full of our spend, so you'll be nice and slick for Finno to fuck you tomorrow. Or maybe he might want to taste it first. Maybe it might make him crave a taste straight from our cocks, while you're tied up and made to watch, made to beg for it like the slut you are..."
"Oh fuck." Maedhros rode them as hard as he could, shuddering, making animal noises. "Ai, make me your fuckslut..."
Maglor lost himself in the silken kisses of Maedhros's hole wrapped around them, Finarfin's cock rubbing against his in that tight heat. He loved watching Maedhros's beautiful body dripping with sweat, muscles rippling as he rocked his hips like a dancer. Maglor's hands slid over Maedhros's body, enjoying the feel of his hard, sculpted muscles, the way Maedhros shivered to his touch. Finarfin leaned over Maedhros's shoulder and stole a kiss from Maglor, and Maglor reached out to touch Finarfin, too. His husband. His beautiful, deliciously wicked husband, who had a talent for bringing out the slut in people. Fëanor. Now them.
He'll fuck all of us, he'll make us fuck each other, and we'll let him, Maglor thought to himself, melting to Finarfin's power. Melting to the luscious, forbidden fantasies of Fëanor and Fingolfin and Fingon joining in their fun, all the possibilities with more bodies, more cocks and mouths and holes, insatiable...
Maglor began to stroke his brother's cock, needing Maedhros to come first before he lost control. It didn't take much longer. Finarfin bit Maedhros's neck and that was Maedhros's undoing, screaming, his seed raining over Maglor's face and chest and hair. Maglor cried out as he climaxed, the throbbing pleasure intensified by feeling the hot rush of Finarfin's seed, cock creaming cock inside Maedhros's pulsing hole.
They curled up together, the three of them holding each other. After awhile Maedhros began to lap up his seed from Maglor's face and chest, and when he licked at Maglor's nipples, Maglor's cock rose back to life. Finarfin chuckled and tousled Maglor's hair. "Slut," he said fondly.
They fell on each other again, not able to get enough. This time it was Maglor's turn to be fucked. Finarfin lay on his back and Maglor straddled him and sank down. Once Finarfin was buried to the hilt, Maglor leaned in to kiss him passionately... and whimpered into the kiss as Maedhros began to push inside, taking him from behind.
Maglor felt like he was being split... and he loved it. He thrilled to being such a slut for cock that he was taking two cocks inside him at the same time. Finarfin and Maedhros found their rhythm, pushing and pulling, cock rubbing cock inside Maglor's needy hole. Maglor rode, his hips slapping against Maedhros's, who possessively pulled his hair while Finarfin played with Maglor's pierced nipples.
Life was good.
Living, feeling truly alive again, was good.
Dawn washed gold over the horizon, and clouds of hot, burning pink heralded the arrival of the Spirit of Fire and his kin. Maglor's eyes burned with tears as he saw them walk through the palace gates, Fëanor leading the way, Fingolfin following close behind. There was Findis, there was Lalwen. There was Fingon, there was Finrod. There was Turgon, Argon, Aredhel and what appeared to be her son Maeglin. There was Aegnor and Angrod, Amras and Amrod. There was Celegorm, Caranthir and Curufin. All just as Maglor remembered them... all beautiful.
Alive.
Finwë and Míriel followed behind - Maglor had never met his grandmother but she, too, was lovely. Radiant. As was the smile Indis wore as she stepped beside her youngest son and two eldest grandsons, waiting for her husband and wife.
Fëanor paused a few meters away from the palace steps, and Finarfin raised a single hand in greeting. Fëanor slowly raised his hand in return. Then Fëanor's eyes met Maglor's, and Fëanor's eyes were too bright, mirroring Maglor's tears.
All pretense of royal decorum was pushed aside; all that existed was feeling, as wild as flame. Maglor loped down the palace steps and ran to his father with outstretched arms.
--FIN--
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