The next two weeks passed by in a dreamy haze of sensuality, with Sören, Dooku and Maglor making love together as a triad and in pairs. February became March, and Sören tested negative for HIV and assorted STDs, though Sören wanted to go back to the clinic in October to be absolutely sure. That said, Sören still wasn't ready for intercourse; to avoid potentially triggering him, Dooku and Maglor had refrained from penetrating each other the first few times they had threesomes with him. But Sören eventually felt ready to watch and assist with oral or handjobs for the receiving partner, and watching Dooku and Maglor take turns inside each other inflamed Sören's lust even more.
Dooku began to learn that Sören's creativity was directly linked to his sexuality - the more Sören had sex, the more he wanted to paint, and the more he painted, the more he wanted sex. Maglor and Sören spent a lot of time together in the studio, building a symbiosis of creating together - Maglor composing, Sören painting. Dooku now had commissioned Sören to paint something to hang at Doi Capaci, and on Sören's breaks he had been hanging around the two trees the restaurant was named for, one strung with gold fairy lights, the other bearing silver fairy lights, and as Dooku stepped out to watch him admiring the trees he could almost see the gears turning in Sören's head, a strange light in his eyes.
On March twelfth, the commission was done, with Sören unveiling it after dinner. It prominently featured a pair of trees, like the ones at the restaurant, except one was made of gold and sparkling with lights like golden diamonds, and the other was made of silver and sparkling with lights like silver diamonds. The light of the trees made the sky a play of silver and gold light and clouds, like looking at a labradorite stone that flashed gold. The trees and their sky were encased in a bubble of swirling, subtle rainbows against a dark background flickering with flames - the bubble floated above the head of a man, as if the bubble were his dream or memory. The man - depicted from the shoulders up - bore a striking resemblance to Maglor but wasn't quite him... and was wearing a red tunic and a silver diadem set with three brilliant white stones.
Maglor gasped when he saw it. Dooku's mouth opened and no sound came out.
Maglor opened his mouth to speak, closed it, swallowed hard - blinking back tears - and opened his mouth again. "Sören. That's..."
"Do you like it?" Sören hung his head, looking a little sheepish. "I call it The Memory of Trees. It's an Enya title, but it works for this painting. I..."
"It's magnificent." Maglor's voice was hushed with reverence.
Sören turned to Dooku. "You're the one who commissioned it..."
"Sören. Darling." Dooku found at least some words. He got up, drew Sören into his arms, and kissed him hard. "I don't like it... I love it. I love everything I've seen from you but this is..." He looked at the painting, and back at Sören. "Exquisite beyond words." He stroked Sören's face, looking into those soulful brown eyes. "You are exquisite beyond words."
Sören's arms tightened around Dooku and he snuggled into Dooku's shoulder, letting out a little sob. "I was so worried you wouldn't like it..."
"Oh, sweetheart." Dooku pet Sören's curls, feeling that punch to the gut that he got every time Sören deprecated himself... that urge to stab Justin for making Sören feel so low about his beautiful art...
Dooku's eyes met Maglor's, knowing Maglor was feeling that urge to kill again as well. They needed to talk about it at some point.
Right now... Dooku took Sören's face in his hands. "We keep telling you, your work is amazing. You have a real gift."
"Sören," Maglor cut in, "have you... ever read the Silmarillion?"
"What's that?" Sören asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dooku knew then that the painting had wholly been Sören's own visionary work, and not inspired by anything he'd read, which made it all the more remarkable. Maglor's eyes widened - Dooku knew Maglor was having the same reaction. Dooku broke into gooseflesh; Sören could see into deeper realities, with his mind's eye. And Maglor's music affected him, as the painting had been worked on while Maglor was composing and playing - Dooku frequently got mental images when Maglor played, and though he'd been across the hall in their bedroom he'd still heard enough to see and feel Maglor touching the Song, composing the essence of his father... apt for Sören being in the same room while it was happening. Sören had picked up on it, without knowing that was what he was seeing.
"It's a book you should read sometime," Dooku said, patting Sören's shoulder. It was going to be much harder to talk to Sören about Fëanor without that context, but not necessarily impossible, the opportunity might present itself without it. There was almost the glimmer of that opportunity now, but Sören's eyes were so sad, and Dooku desperately wanted to comfort him, would give anything to take away that sad look on his face, the sadness he felt hanging over the young man like a shroud.
Maglor got up from the couch too and wrapped his arms around Sören. "Here, pet," he said, taking one of Sören's hands in his, with Dooku taking the other. "We want to show you how much we love your work."
That coaxed a little smile out of Sören as they pulled him along to the bedroom. They started undressing in the hall before they even got there, and once they were in the bedroom they helped each other undress, clothes strewn carelessly across the floor - they could straighten up later, right now what mattered was this, the three taking turns feverishly kissing each other, caressing each other's naked bodies on the way to the bed.
Once Sören was laying back against the pillows, Dooku and Maglor got to work right away, licking and sucking his nipples at the same time, taking turns kissing him - and each other - as their fingers rubbed and pinched Sören's nipples, played with the nipple rings. They spent a good twenty minutes just making love to Sören's nipples, pebbling them, making them glisten with their tongues, making Sören produce deliciously filthy noises. Then at last their attention went lower, kissing, licking, nibbling Sören's stomach, then his hips and thighs. Sören's inner thighs were another wickedly sensitive place and Dooku smiled fondly at the bruises they'd left with their teeth from the other night, making fresh ones as he nipped and lapped at Sören's thigh, driving him wild with sensation.
When Maglor relented, taking Sören's cock into his mouth, the howl Sören made and the way he bucked up against them sent Dooku close to the edge. As Dooku licked and sucked at Sören's balls, he stroked himself, his eyes going back and forth between the delicious sight of Maglor with his mouth full of Sören's cock, enjoying himself, and the beauty of Sören losing control, writhing, panting, moaning. He loved watching Sören grab Maglor's hair and fuck his mouth, and the way Maglor re-asserted dominance by taking Sören's cock out of his mouth to take long, slow licks. After Maglor had been licking Sören's cock for awhile, he glanced at Dooku, and they switched places - Dooku began sucking Sören slowly, as Maglor took Sören's balls into his mouth, rubbing his tongue as he sucked. Sören was quivering from head to toe, cursing in Icelandic. One of Dooku's hands rubbed up and down Sören's thigh, over his stomach and chest, as the other continued stroking himself. Feeling Dooku's fingers play over his body, Sören's hands grabbed his hand and Sören whimpered, "Nico, please let me come..."
Dooku laughed and sucked even more slowly, and at the plaintive wail Sören made he licked Sören's cock, licking and licking until Sören was dripping precum like a faucet. With Sören's precum on his tongue, Dooku kissed Maglor, and Maglor needed another taste so he wrapped his lips around the head of Sören's cock. With Maglor sucking the head, and Dooku licking the shaft, both of them taking turns rubbing the balls and brushing the sensitive place between balls and ass with their fingertips - not yet daring to touch his opening - Sören edged and edged, finally screaming at the top of his lungs as he erupted into Maglor's mouth. Dooku groaned, his cock throbbing urgently at the sight and sound of Sören's climax, wild and primal. Maglor only swallowed some of Sören's cum, saving the rest to kiss Dooku with it, who had become a bit addicted to the spicy-sweet nectar of his younger lover. Watching them kiss and share his cum made Sören harden right up again, stroking himself playfully as they climbed up on either side of him and took turns kissing him, letting Sören taste himself on them.
"You," Maglor said, his fingers resting on Sören's heart, "are so beautiful when you come." He kissed Sören again.
"Indeed." Dooku turned Sören's face to his and kissed him deeply. "My glorious fire."
Sören gave that shy, sweet smile that took his breath away, stroking Dooku's face; Sören rubbed noses with him before giving him a more tender kiss. Then Sören's hand slid down - lingering in the silver pelt of Dooku's chest hair - before taking Dooku's hard, precum-slick cock into his hand. "You're so hard, Daddy." Sören looked back at Maglor. "You are too." Sören pouted - an innocent-yet-naughty face that made Dooku want to ravish him. "We should do something about that."
"Mm, yes we should," Dooku said, and groaned as Sören's thumb began to rub his frenulum. "Do you have any suggestions, sweetheart?"
Dooku was hoping to be able to top Sören at last, but Sören still wasn't ready for that - which Dooku understood and didn't fault him for. Sören's suggestion was still delicious. "I want to watch you two fuck," Sören husked.
Dooku and Maglor looked at each other. Maglor pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and with a dramatic eyeroll he said, "Oh heavens, anything but that," the obvious sarcasm in his voice making Sören laugh. Then with a wicked grin Maglor kissed Dooku - Sören moaned and stroked himself a little harder, watching the kiss - and Maglor's fingers played through Dooku's chest hair. "I'll let you top me tonight," he said.
Dooku's cock throbbed in response. "Good," he said, pulling Maglor into his arms and kissing him hungrily.
Dooku pushed Maglor back against the pillows and Maglor smiled up at him, wrapping his arms around him. Sören, laying at Maglor's side, continued gently stroking himself as he watched Dooku and Maglor rub their hard cocks together, kissing again and again, Dooku playing with Maglor's hair as his other hand roamed over Maglor's body, and Maglor's hands slid over him as well.
They got each other ready for something more by settling into the sixty-nine position, languidly sucking each other's cocks, and then Dooku slipped his tongue into Maglor's channel. Sören cried out at the sight of that and out of the corner of his eye Dooku watched Sören stroking himself harder. Dooku groaned as his tongue licked faster inside Maglor, his cock twinging at the thought of someday doing this to Sören. And Maglor, on his part, did a good job of reminding Sören how good ass play could feel, moaning with his mouth full of Dooku's cock as Dooku ate at him - soon Maglor was rocking his hips, fucking the tongue lapping inside him. Before Maglor could spend himself too quickly, Dooku pulled back, and used the Force to retrieve their lube, getting Maglor on his back again, smiling as Maglor looked at him adoringly; when Maglor moaned at Dooku's slick fingers working inside him, preparing him, Dooku also moaned, cock pulsing at the sight of Maglor's opening taking his fingers in and out, knowing soon that would be his cock there.
Sören watched intently as Dooku took Maglor - when he was all the way inside both he and Maglor cried out, and Sören as well. Pent up as Dooku was, he took his time, thrusting slowly, savoring the silken heat of Maglor's passage and the sight and feeling of Maglor's body against his, the molten silver eyes, the way the flood of his dark hair fanned out around him, the melodic moans and sighs of Maglor's pleasure. The sweet sensation combined with his burning lust and the feeling of loving connectedness to want to make this last, all sense of time slipping away as Dooku melted into Maglor again and again, as Maglor melted around him, their energy flowing together in a river of blinding passion.
Then Sören tilted Maglor's face to his, to kiss him, and Dooku couldn't help but speed up a little, inflamed by the sight. That was nothing compared to what came next - after a few minutes of kissing, Sören adjusted his position so his head was down below, and Sören looked right into Dooku's eyes as he took Maglor's cock into his mouth.
Watching Sören suck Maglor's cock as he fucked him almost took Dooku to climax right then. He had to slow down again - making Maglor whimper with frustrated need at the resumed slow fucking, and Sören's slow, teasing sucking. When Sören took Maglor's cock out of his mouth to lap at it, Dooku sped up again, and Maglor rocked his hips back at Dooku, matching his rhythm, a hand on Sören's head.
Sören resumed sucking Maglor, this time sucking faster, Dooku thrust harder into Maglor. Soon he was banging away, Maglor's legs wrapped around Dooku's waist, Maglor's moans accompanied by the slap of Dooku's balls against his ass, the filthy slurping sounds Sören made with his mouth full of cock. Sören was really getting into it, caressing Maglor as he sucked, every now and again taking a hand off Maglor's body to reach down and stroke himself. Dooku was overcome by lust - it was almost surreal that this decadence was his life now - and he drove into Maglor, who was getting louder and louder, bucking wildly against him, the bed rocking against the wall.
When Sören took a hand off his own cock and brought his slick, precum-coated fingers to Maglor's mouth for him to taste, that set him off, Maglor grabbing Sören's curls and coming in his mouth with a hoarse cry. Three sharp thrusts later and Dooku let go, coming hard, groaning his pleasure. "Macalaurë," he sighed - Sören's eyes widened as he licked Maglor clean. Sören knew, of course, that Maglor was an Elf, and that his name wasn't really Mark, but it was the first time Sören had heard Dooku call Maglor by his real name. It wasn't a name Sören would recognize, not having read that part of Tolkien's canon, but nonetheless...
"Why does that name sound familiar for some reason?" Sören asked, in between raining little kisses over Maglor's stomach as Maglor tenderly pet his curls.
"I don't know," Maglor said, stroking Sören's beard, but of course he did know - You would know my name, Father.
It was mildly frustrating to be so close to the revelation of Sören as Fëanor and still, not time yet, Dooku and Maglor communicated between them as their eyes met. Dooku knew that Sören had been recovering not just from Justin's abuse, but the control of his identity - so being told by other people who and what he was might go over like a lead balloon. It was better for Sören to figure things out on his own, somehow. But they might also be waiting a very long time for that, and at sixty-seven years old, that kind of time was a luxury Dooku didn't know if he could afford.
Before he could think too closely about it and start brooding, Sören came up to kiss Maglor, and then Dooku slipped out of him and came over to the other side and kissed him as well. When Dooku and Sören kissed, Dooku felt his cock stirring a little, and he could tell from the look in Sören's eyes that he wanted to play some more - and Sören hadn't come yet, besides. Sören leaned in to kiss Maglor again, and the kiss deepened, heated, with Maglor grabbing Sören and arching to him. When the kiss broke, they looked into each other's eyes and Maglor stroked Sören's face, his beard, thumb tracing Sören's full, soft lips. The look of love and reverence on Maglor's face as he looked at what was the reincarnation of his beloved father... Dooku would have liked to see a painting of that, the two of them forever in that moment.
Sören kissed Maglor again, and played with his hair. His fingers then wandered from Maglor's hair down over his chest, idly brushing a nipple. "You taste good," Sören said, licking his lips, savoring the cum that he could still taste. He looked at Dooku with heat in his eyes, and back at Maglor. "I want to eat his cum out of you... if that's OK."
Maglor groaned, and nodded approval. "That's more than OK, love."
"But first I want to lick you all over."
Sören did just that, while Dooku watched, enjoying the show. Sören's tongue spent a long time on Maglor's nipples, until he couldn't take it anymore, writhing, thrashing, howling, nails raking Sören's back hard enough to draw blood. Laughing softly, Sören licked the rest of Maglor's chest, down to his stomach, then over one hip, thigh, and calf, and back up the other. He nuzzled the dark bush framing Maglor's cock before putting his tongue in that, and licked Maglor's cock and balls thoroughly before, at last, parting Maglor's thighs and dipping his tongue into the opening.
Dooku and Maglor had rimmed each other in front of Sören, but this was Sören's first time rimming either of them, and Dooku gathered it was Sören's first time rimming anyone in over a year, since Justin had been strictly a top and didn't want his ass touched. Watching Sören eat his cum out of Maglor's ass was one of the kinkiest things Dooku had pleasure to witness, and he was definitely fully erect now. He used the Force to bring over the moist towelettes kept on the bedtable along with the lube, and gently wiped his cock so there wouldn't be so much of a lube taste if either of them wanted to suck on it. Not that what was left of the lube inside Maglor was deterring Sören now, devouring him hungrily as Maglor moaned, slowly rolling his hips to fuck Sören's mouth, white-knuckled fists grabbing Sören's curls, hands trembling.
Dooku leaned in to kiss Maglor, and his thumb rubbed a swollen, slick nipple. "How is that?" Dooku purred, though he already had an idea.
Maglor shuddered, panting, trying to make words. Finally his eyes met Dooku's - his eyes were feverish - and he ground out, "You need to let him do this to you sometime. He's got an amazing tongue."
Sören stopped licking for a moment to grin at him, before plunging his tongue back inside, rubbing his tongue even harder and faster, shaking his head as he did. Maglor bucked and cried out, shuddering again, and squeezed Dooku's hand.
The thought of Sören doing this to him someday... a shiver went down Dooku's spine, his cock throbbing at the idea. He remembered what it had been like, the days when Fëanor and Fingolfin would make passionate love for hours, both on their own and sometimes with Maglor included. The way Fëanor's tongue had felt inside him... the same fierce hunger Sören showed now, like a wolf.
"Sören..." Maglor gave a little cry. "Sören, I'm so close, love..."
"Mmmmmm." Narrowing his eyes, Sören slowed down, and Maglor cried out with frustration; Dooku couldn't help but chuckle, affectionately tousling Sören's curls.
"That's my boy." Dooku smiled at Sören, who stopped licking to smile at him, and then resumed licking, tormentingly slowly.
Maglor was quivering now, gasping for breath. His cock was leaking precum, and Dooku decided it was a shame to let it go to waste, so he leaned in and began to lick Maglor's cock, teasing him even more. When Dooku took Maglor into his mouth, sucking slowly, Sören's tongue began to work a little faster, and when Dooku's mouth sped up on Maglor's cock, Sören's tongue lashed away, with Maglor's broken cries of pleasure echoing in the room, so loud that for a moment Dooku worried the neighbors would hear.
Just before Maglor could come, Sören stopped, and growled, "I want to take you."
"Yes." Maglor trembled - Dooku could feel that just the thought of it was electric. "Please, Sören..."
The look of determined passion on Sören's face as he used the Force to grab the lube was almost like anger, and Dooku's cock throbbed, watching. His mouth let go of Maglor's cock and he kissed Maglor, with Maglor moaning at the taste of his precum. Dooku groaned as he saw Sören pour lube over his cock and stroke it in - Sören's cock was so hard, and leaking so much precum - and then he pushed two slick fingers into Maglor, who was already open from Dooku's thick cock inside him, where two fingers weren't even close to what had been up there. Two fingers became three, and the way Maglor moaned and rocked his hips told Dooku that Sören had his fingers there to tease the prostate, confirmed by the way Sören smiled, a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Now?" Sören rasped.
"Now."
Sören's fingers slipped out, and his cock began to push in, slowly. Sören gasped as he felt Maglor's channel yielding, and when he bottomed out inside him Sören cried out. He had to rest for a moment - in the Force, Dooku could feel how good it was for Sören, the silken heat enfolding him, welcoming him...
Sören started to thrust slowly, and Maglor gasped and panted, grabbing Sören's hips. "Sören." He moaned. "Oh, Sören..." He let out a cry and shuddered, and across their Force bond Dooku could feel Maglor responding to the captive bead ring in the head of Sören's cock finding that sweet spot inside him, rubbing against it. Maglor's eyes glazed over and he made a feral noise.
"That's why I got the PA done," Sören growled, knowing. His hand reached down to stroke Maglor's cock. "I'm gonna make you come so fucking hard..."
"Oh, Sören. Sören." Maglor's hips were rolling back at Sören, matching his rhythm, and he gave a wordless, musical cry.
Sören continued to keep the pace slow, sensual, reveling in the way Maglor melted to the fullness inside him and the delicious rubbing of the beaded ring against his prostate. One hand gently played with Maglor's cock and the other caressed Maglor's body. Dooku had no doubt that Sören's versatility and experience with bottoming made him a better top, as his own did, knowing firsthand how it felt to take cock, and how to give it to maximize pleasure. He edged and edged the Elf beneath him, biting his lip adorably at the moans and cries, Maglor shuddering, gasping, hands trying to urge Sören on faster.
Dooku was getting achingly hard watching the deliciousness of Sören's cock plunging in and out of Maglor's passage, Sören's confident teasing and Maglor's passion. When Sören leaned down to kiss Maglor, Dooku found himself getting into position, straddling Maglor's shoulders, facing Sören. Sören began to suck Dooku's cock as Maglor worked on Dooku's balls and, at last, his tongue was inside Dooku. Having his prostate and cock stimulated at the same time was one of his favorite things, and Sören speeding up inside Maglor, aroused by sucking him, made it even better.
When Sören was fucking Maglor hard, head bobbing back and forth as he sucked Dooku faster, Maglor cried out into Dooku's opening, tongue rubbing harder. All three of them were on that edge now, and it was exhilarating. Dooku felt his balls tighten, that feeling of approaching the point of no return.
Sören was holding back, he knew, wanting Maglor to come first. And at last Maglor did, whimpering as his tongue continued to rub inside Dooku. Sören cried out as Maglor's cum painted his chest and stomach, and Dooku grabbed Sören's head and pulled him off his cock, stroking himself over the edge to come on Sören also, wanting to mark him as theirs, claim him. Sören knew it, too, and with a few last savage thrusts he spent into Maglor, swearing in Icelandic before collapsing on top of him, shaking from head to toe - Dooku smiled as he watched Sören's fingers and toes curl involuntarily.
"Oh god," Sören panted. "Oh my fucking god. Ohgod... oh god."
"Good boy," Dooku said, petting Sören's curls.
Sören laughed, and then started crying, and laughed and cried as he crested and came down. Maglor held him, and Dooku got on the other side of Sören and held him too. His own eyes burned with tears, reacting to the empathy of Sören's flood of emotions at finally having topped someone for the first time since before he'd gotten involved with Justin. Maglor letting him inside was an act of acceptance, of trust, and it helped to further the idea that this could be pleasure, not pain - something wanted, desired, instead of forced.
"I love you," Maglor said, stroking Sören's curls, rubbing his back. "I love you, Sören."
"I love you." Sören sobbed into his shoulder. "I love both of you so much..."
Dooku kissed the top of Sören's head. "We love you, darling. That was a big step tonight, and we're proud of you." Dooku tilted Sören's face to kiss him, and then he whispered, "Next time you want to top, it's my turn."
Sören laughed at that, and kissed the tip of his nose. "You've got a deal."
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Dooku knew from Maglor's own experience with PTSD that recovery was rarely simple, and for every big leap forward there would usually be a couple steps backwards. Sören having an emotional crash wasn't surprising in and of itself, what was surprising was that it happened the next day.
Dooku was at the gym as usual, and Maglor had gone out by himself to run some errands - Sören had elected to stay at home painting. When Dooku came back from the gym he heard sobbing, and he came down to the studio to see Sören packing bags. Sören stopped when he saw Dooku, and cried even harder.
"What's going on?" Dooku asked. He narrowed his eyes. "You were going to just leave without telling us?"
Sören dropped to his knees and buried his face on the mattress in the corner of the studio, letting out a wail.
Dooku came over, sat on the mattress, and for a few moments he just pet Sören's curls, letting him cry. Finally he said, "Sören. I need you to tell me what's going on. Why do you want to leave?"
"I don't... want... to leave," Sören choked out. "But I feel like I should." He looked up, and the haunted look in his eyes made Dooku feel like his heart had been torn out. Any anger he felt with Sören about how close he'd come to leaving without telling them, was replaced by fierce compassion, that burning ache to hold Sören and make it all OK, as best as he could.
"Why."
"I'm still so fucked up. I was painting, and I kept hearing all the shitty things Justin said to me... shitty things my uncle Einar said. I thought about the way Mark let me top last night, how much he loved it, and... it just doesn't seem real. And I feel guilty that I'm still not ready to bottom, I don't know when I ever will be..."
"Sören." Dooku's tone was stern as he cupped Sören's chin in his hand, made Sören look him in the eye. "First of all... even though Mark and myself are both versatile, that does not mean at all that you are obligated to bottom for us. We know you are recovering from being raped, we know that is going to take time. If you're never able to bottom for us... we would never ask you to do anything you didn't want to do. We want nothing less than your enthusiastic consent. We demand nothing less than your enthusiastic consent. Please do not feel that you are being somehow 'unfair' or 'disappointing' us. As you saw last night, and from other times you've been with us... there are plenty of things we can do -"
"The thing is, last night, there was a moment when I wanted you to come around the other side of me and fuck me as I was fucking Mark. I really, really wanted it. And I'm furious with myself for not being ready yet -"
"You need to be patient and understanding with yourself too, Sören."
Sören sighed and looked down.
"You thinking you should leave us is nonsense." Dooku glared and folded his arms. "We love you. Do you know how badly it would hurt if you left?"
"You guys were doing fine without me -"
"- Except that since you've shown up, we've both become attached to you. It wouldn't be the same, if you'd left, because you've become a part of us. You belong with us, and we belong with you. Losing you would devastate us both." His voice lowered to a near-whisper. "Please, don't go."
Sören fell apart again, and Dooku pulled Sören into his arms, and then onto his lap, cradling him, rocking him. "I love you," Dooku said as he rocked and pet Sören. "I love you, sweetheart. And Mark would tell you all the same things I just did. We need you."
"That's what I don't get." Sören frowned. "I feel like such damaged goods." He sniffled. "All I fucking do is cry..." Sören closed his eyes. "I feel so useless."
"Get up."
Sören got off his lap, and then Dooku took Sören's hand and led him across the hall to the bedroom. "I want to show you something," Dooku said at Sören's confused look.
They walked into the bedroom and Dooku took out the palantir. He pushed with the Force as he waved his hand over it.
Fëanor and Fingolfin appeared in the glass, making love in the sixty-nine position, rimming each other. Sören's jaw dropped as he watched. Then he gasped as they rolled out of that position just before they could come like that, and he saw Fëanor, wearing the crown of Silmarils, kissing Fingolfin...
"I... I painted him." Sören's eyes widened.
Fingolfin was laying back against a pile of pillows now, smiling up at Fëanor as he reached for a vial of oil. Fëanor slicked himself, and they continued to watch as Fëanor pushed into Fingolfin, kissing deeply as he rocked inside slowly...
Sören and Dooku both went hard at the vision playing out in the palantir, but the vision faded out and black glass stared back at them again. Dooku turned, putting his hands on Sören's shoulders. "Someone might think it was just a random piece of glass and throw it away, but it also shows us other times, maybe even other worlds." Dooku stroked Sören's face. "That glass is a lot like you. Other people didn't see the value in you. But we do. And you're not just lovely to look at, but you have a beautiful soul. And whether you were aware of this or not, you can see things beyond their outward appearance - the deeper reality of things - and that comes out in your art. You are precious, Sören, and you will not argue with me otherwise." Dooku leaned in to plant a tender kiss on Sören's forehead.
Touched by his words, overcome with emotion - overcome with awe at what he'd just seen in the palantir - Sören grabbed Dooku's face and kissed him, hard. Feverishly, they stripped down and, kissing, caressing, walked back towards the bed.
After laying in each other's arms for a few minutes, kissing passionately, hard cocks rubbing together, Sören gave Dooku an expectant look, and Dooku sensed in the Force that he wanted to sixty-nine, as they'd watched in the palantir. Laying at each other's sides, they sucked each other's cocks, and then Sören asked, "Nico... do you think you could..."
"Yes. You have to tell me if it triggers you, tell me to stop and I will, all right?"
Sören nodded and patted him.
Dooku's tongue speared Sören's passage, and the throaty moan Sören made nearly brought him off right then. Then Sören's tongue was in him as well, licking in the same slow, deliberate rhythm, moaning and moaning. As Dooku licked inside Sören, loving it, his eyes started to burn with tears again, knowing what a big deal this was for Sören, this was the first time he'd consented to his ass being touched in months... He gave a shuddery little sob that made Sören stop licking and Sören asked, "You all right?"
Dooku nodded. "Mm. Just..." He took Sören's hands. "You are sacred to me, Sören. This... your trust, your desire, is sacred to me."
"Nico? Stop talking and eat that arse."
Dooku laughed, and Sören laughed too, and then Sören's laughter became a moan as Dooku's tongue rubbed inside him faster and harder than before. "Brat," Dooku said, and playfully slapped Sören's ass, making Sören laugh again, and Sören moaned, "Ooh, Daddy," wiggling his ass. Dooku couldn't resist slapping the other side of it again and Sören cried out "Daddy," before his tongue worked harder, matching Dooku's pace.
Soon Sören was fucking his face, whimpering into Dooku's ass, and Dooku could feel Sören trembling. "Like that?" Dooku asked, just wanting to make sure, and Sören's breathy "Yes, Daddy," almost made him come. He licked Sören even harder, viciously devouring him, loving it as Sören rocked his hips, fucking his tongue, wanting this as badly as he wanted it.
Before Sören could come from Dooku's tongue, he stopped licking Dooku and growled, "Remember how you told me last night I could top you?"
Dooku lay on his back, looking up at Sören with a smug, satisfied little smile as Sören used the Force to grab the lube and his shaking hands made a mess with it. "God, I'm so fucking horny," Sören rasped.
"Hi, So Fucking Horny -"
Sören bit him, and Dooku laughed, before biting Sören back. Sören cried out, shuddering, and then he ground out, "I need it now..."
"Take me, love."
Sören plunged into him and began to thrust. The feeling of the captive bead ring in the head of Sören's cock was delicious. Dooku grabbed Sören's hips, rocking his own hips back at him, overcome by sensation and the look of raw lust on Sören's face - and god, the feeling of Sören's cock pulsing inside him, so hard...
"I love you." Dooku grabbed Sören and kissed him. "I love you, Sören..."
"I love you, Nico." Sören swallowed hard. "I'm sorry I was going to leave..."
"I know. And you. Will not. Leave us." Dooku's eyes locked with his. "You. Belong. Here."
Sören blinked back tears, nodding, and he kissed Dooku hard.
Dooku's legs wrapped around Sören's waist, his arms around Sören, holding Sören with all of him. "I love you," Dooku rasped between kisses. "I love you, sweetheart. I love you..."
"I love you." Sören shivered. "God, you feel so fucking good to me..."
"This is how it's supposed to be, Sören. Nobody forcing anyone, nobody hurting anyone. Just pleasure. Just want." Dooku kissed him again.
Sören started pounding him into the mattress, in full beast mode. Dooku loved it, surrendering to Sören, as well as feeling his own sense of conquest that he could get Sören to lose control like this, show that hot animal side of him. Sören gave into his lust, his passion, with abandon, fucking hard, grunting and growling as he took, holding nothing back. When their eyes met again, Sören's hand brushed through Dooku's chest hair to rest on his heart and Sören commanded, "Come for me."
Dooku did, contracting and pulsing hard, his cock spurting all over Sören's chest. Sören spent into him with a triumphant cry of "Daddy!" and Dooku called back, "Yes, love, yes," as he spilled again, clenching around Sören, milking him through a powerful, shattering orgasm that had Sören gasping, shaking.
They lay there in each other's arms, a little sweaty, and Maglor paused at the door of the bedroom and applauded.
"How long have you been back?" Dooku asked.
"I came home just as you guys were finishing," Maglor said. "I'd ask if you wanted to go another round, but you should probably get ready for work, I need to as well."
Dooku looked at the time. They were going to have to scramble - not enough time to shower, even; Dooku hoped he wouldn't smell like sex too much in the kitchen.
After work, Dooku showered, and as he came out he saw Maglor changing into pajamas, and Maglor looked at the bags Sören had been starting to pack and back at Dooku.
"He was going to leave," Dooku said. Sören was in the studio now, painting, and had his headphones on. "I don't think he will, now."
"Did something happen...?"
"Justin happened." Dooku folded his arms. "Not anything new," he added quickly at the look on Maglor's face, "but... he continues to have flashbacks, and Justin did quite a number on his head. He struggles with self-worth, and he... had enough of a struggle earlier today that he felt he somehow 'owed' it to us to leave."
"What the fuck." Maglor was about to start for the studio - Dooku knew Maglor wanted to scoop Sören up into his arms and cuddle him aggressively, give his own assurance - but Dooku grabbed the hem of Maglor's shirt to stop him.
"Macalaurë." Dooku took a deep breath. Their eyes met, and Dooku blurted out what had been on his mind for weeks. "The more I think about what that filth did to our boy, the angrier I get."
"Same here." Maglor nodded.
"Justin Roberts needs to be put down like a rabid dog. And I think that's important not just on principle, but I feel like Sören will never truly feel safe until he knows Justin is dead."
"I agree. But... Nicolae... we have to be smart about it. It won't do Sören any good if we end up in jail for murder, or on the run from the police."
"I know." Dooku sighed.
"Well..." Maglor rubbed his chin, thinking. "As you know I have some rather unsavory contacts who help with things like false documents. I can ask people to hire a private detective to tail Justin for a bit, see if there's a place he frequents where we can finish him, since that apartment complex he lives in has cameras and guards and we can't do it there..."
"That's a splendid idea." Dooku patted Maglor's shoulder. "Go make the necessary phone calls."
"Now? At this time of night?"
"Now. The sooner we get this going, the better."
Maglor nodded, and went into the drawer beneath the antique mirror, fumbling through some pairs of socks before he found the burner phone he used, which was turned off when not in use to preserve the battery. Dooku stepped out as Maglor made the call.
_
At the end of March, they finally had some information.
"It seems that Justin Roberts is even more of a vile piece of shit than either of us thought," Maglor said as he and Dooku had a late-night cup of tea, with Sören painting in the studio.
"Really."
Maglor took a deep breath and put his tea down. "My sources tell me that there's an elite club of 'gentlemen' who pay a pretty sum of money to use a house on Notting Hill a few weekends every month. This includes a few politicians, celebrities, and sports figures. Justin Roberts is one of the sports figures."
"And... what do they do in this house." Dooku had a feeling that he already knew, but Maglor was going to tell him anyway.
"Drugs. And... prostitutes. Some of whom are trafficked from countries like Bosnia, and underage."
Dooku slammed down his teacup. "Jesus Christ."
"So..." Maglor looked at the door, and then back at Dooku. "I have the date of the next time Justin will be at this location - Friday, April first. We're going to have a driver bring us there and back. We can do what we're going to do - I would advise making it look like a suicide... because then there is going to be a raid on that house, his body will be found, and we need to not leave forensic evidence behind."
"You called for the raid on the house, didn't you?"
"I most certainly did." Maglor sipped his tea. "I have no intention of letting that shit go. The police have been bought off by the politicians involved... and I bought that off with a higher price. I'm not stupid enough to believe that will stop something else from springing up elsewhere, but..."
Dooku nodded. "You're doing what you can."
"I'm trying." Maglor nodded. "So Friday night we have a date." He gave a wry smile. "And Justin has a date with... destiny."
"I wouldn't miss it for anything."
_
Dooku and Sören usually coordinated evenings off, but this time Dooku scheduled Sören to work while he had the night off, and Sören was pretty understanding about it since they'd agreed from the beginning that Dooku and Maglor could occasionally take time for themselves, just like Sören and Maglor could spend time together alone, and Dooku and Sören.
What Dooku didn't tell Sören was You need to have an iron-clad alibi, people who can see you were in a specific place at a specific time in case the police do suspect foul play with Justin and ask you any questions.
Dooku and Maglor dressed all in black, right down to hoods, and wore gloves. Maglor had a length of rope with him, though they wouldn't be needing it until the end.
They were let in the back entrance of the house, and conveniently, the room Justin was using was close to the back entrance - Dooku suspected Justin wanted a room close to the back door in case anything happened, he would be one of the first to escape.
There will be no escape for you tonight.
Justin was laying on the bed, naked and erect, high on drugs - so high he didn't notice when Dooku and Maglor paused outside the entrance of the room, though they were also using the Force to silence their movements as much as possible. Dooku glanced down at the Glock pistol in Maglor's pocket which he'd only brought as a last resort, in case they had a rude surprise - hopefully using it wouldn't be necessary; Dooku thought guns were so uncivilized, though he certainly understood why Maglor owned one, illegally.
The room was set up like a BDSM dungeon - Justin on the bed in one corner of the room. Hanging down from the ceiling was a metal bar that could be used for suspension or other activities. Against the wall was a St. Andrew's cross, and a table with implements such as whips, a riding crop, a ball gag, and unnaturally large dildos, one of which was barbed. Dooku cringed - he didn't know a lot about BDSM but he knew it was supposed to be safe, sane, and consensual, and Justin was none of those things. He had a feeling that their interruption of whoever Justin was supposed to be meeting here tonight was possibly going to spare the poor soul's life.
Once Maglor and Dooku were in the room, Dooku used the Force to close the door behind him, and lock it. They had approximately three hours to do this before their driver would pick them back up, which in turn would be an hour before the raid was scheduled to go down. Three hours didn't seem like nearly enough time to give Justin the slow, painful death he deserved, but it would have to suffice.
Justin's eyes finally opened at the sound of the door closing. Then he gasped when he saw Dooku and Maglor standing there, eyes wide with recognition. "You..."
"Hello, Justin." Dooku gave him a predatory smile. "I've been looking forward to this."
"What..." Justin crawled back towards the wall as Dooku and Maglor walked closer. "No..."
"No?" Maglor laughed. "You didn't listen to Sören when he said no, did you?"
With that, Maglor waved his hand and Justin flew several feet off the bed, suspended in mid-air, and Justin began to flail around, not that it would do him any good. With another wave of Maglor's hand, Justin was held completely immobile, paralyzed with the Force, completely at their mercy. He was only allowed to move his face, which showed raw terror now.
"You can't..." Justin shook his head. "I'll do anything you want. I'll give you anything you want. Money..."
Maglor laughed again. "The only thing we want, Justin, is for you to die horribly. Tonight, we are your judge, jury, and executioner."
Justin was starting to cry. His erection had gone soft now, and looked rather pathetic all shriveled up. "Please..."
Dooku waved his hand and Justin fell back on the bed, and then the immobility hold let go and Justin wiggled his toes, moved his arms. "Oh thank you. Thank you..."
Dooku looked at Maglor, and gave a little smirk as he waved his hand and Justin flew back up in the air, immobilized once again. Justin sobbed.
Maglor's glamour was shed now, and Justin's terror was even more apparent at the sight of the flood of hair, the silver glow in the dim room, the labradorite eyes that were wild with fury now, the marble complexion making his anger seem even harder.
"Who the hell even are you? What are you?" Justin cried out.
It was Dooku who answered him, his Orthodox upbringing surfacing again in his choice of words. "I am the scourge of God. If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you." With that, he began to choke Justin with the Force. "Welcome to Hell, Justin Roberts."