As Justin began to choke, Maglor walked closer and said, "As you made Sören afraid so many times... the last few hours of your pathetic, miserable life will be spent in fear like you have never known before."
Dooku continued Force choking Justin, finding grim satisfaction in the horror in his blue eyes as he couldn't breathe and his body desperately struggled in panic. Before Justin could asphyxiate, the Force hold was released and Justin dropped back on the bed, gasping as air rushed back into his lungs.
Maglor and Dooku took turns using the Force to make Justin fly up into the air, held immobile, choking, let go before he could choke to death. Justin's panic got more and more intense each time he was flung off the bed, and within the first hour he was begging Maglor and Dooku to just kill him already.
But they had two more hours before their pickup, and they were determined to maximize the young man's suffering - indeed, those three hours didn't seem like enough, when Justin had caused Sören countless more hours of panic and pain. And there was more Dooku wished could have been done, such as flagellating Justin with one of the whips he would have used on a poor trafficked child, or throwing a bucket of water on him before striking him with Force lightning... but the killing had to look like a suicide, to avoid police suspicion when Justin's body would be found in the raid happening later that night.
And so it was that after choking him for hours, bringing him to the brink of death and back over and over, it was time to bring the show to an end. With their gloved hands, Dooku and Maglor carried Justin off the bed while Justin's body was temporarily paralyzed with the Force, and Maglor made a noose with the length of rope he'd brought, putting Justin's hands on it for fingerprints. The rope was tied to the metal bar hanging from the ceiling, and the noose put around Justin's neck. They didn't use the Force for the final choke - they let the rope do that, watching as Justin hung and drew his last breath.
Dooku was not prepared for the smell when Justin's corpse evacuated, and he wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. But Maglor was staring at the body with a strange look on his face.
"He's really dead," Dooku told him.
"That's not it." Maglor came back over to Justin's body. "I noticed this as we were putting his hands on the rope, and..." He took Justin's right hand, and got a better look at the white gold ring Justin had on his finger. He swore in Elvish as he examined it close-up, and pulled the ring from Justin's hand.
"Why..." Dooku raised an eyebrow.
"I'll explain later," Maglor said. "Do you have a handkerchief, by any chance? I need to wrap this thing up for a bit. The ring is... loud."
Dooku had no idea what Maglor was on about, but he knew enough about Tolkien to know that if Maglor was making a big deal over a ring it was probably a non-trivial matter. Dooku did in fact have a handkerchief, and gave it over to Maglor, who wrapped up the ring and put it in the same pocket where his pistol was ready to go at a moment's notice.
They left through the back exit of the house right on time for their driver to pull up. As soon as they got in the car, Dooku threw up from the memory of Justin's body eliminating, and from the flood of emotions as they'd killed him slowly.
Sören was getting a ride home from Natalia, which gave them an opportunity to shower and change. Even though there had been no blood on their clothes, Maglor still wanted to throw out the outfits they'd worn to the execution, not simply to destroy evidence but also so the energy wasn't hanging around their house. When Sören got back he was in good spirits, and Maglor and Dooku took him to bed, feeling a surge of passion the way warriors often needed to fuck after a battle.
The next day the raid was on the news, and when Sören saw that Justin Roberts' death was ruled as a suicide, Sören broke down crying.
"This is all my fault," he sobbed.
"Sören." Maglor got on his knees beside Sören and took him into his arms. "First of all, even if it was a suicide, it's not your fault. You needed to leave him to save your own life. He was beating you, he was raping you. But... it wasn't a suicide."
"How do you know?"
Dooku answered him. "Do you think that man has ever felt guilty about anything in his damn life? The police might buy it as a motivation for suicide, but they don't know him. You do."
"He claimed to be sorry the first few times when..." Sören couldn't finish the sentence, and let out another torrent. Dooku and Maglor both held him. "But he wasn't sorry, really. It was... how do you call it, out here... crocodile tears. And eventually he just stopped apologizing at all."
"He's filth," Maglor said, "and you shouldn't feel bad that he's gone."
"We don't know that he didn't kill himself," Sören said, "and..."
"Yes. We do." Maglor got up.
He came back with the palantir, which he handed to Sören. "Look into the glass, Sören."
"What..."
Maglor gave him a stern look.
Sören took the glass ball and stared into it. After a moment his eyes widened. With Force telepathy, Dooku could see what Sören was seeing - Justin's final hours, Maglor and Dooku showing up at the house unexpected, Force choking Justin again and again, letting go before he could die, giving him a chance to catch his breath before another round, the panic worse and worse each time. Justin sniveling, whining, begging for death, and not receiving it. Finally, the noose, making his death look like a suicide.
When the vision passed Sören continued to look into the glass, hands shaking, and Dooku felt Sören's mental shielding clamping down, blocking him from seeing whatever came next. And there was something, judging from the time that passed - Sören spent about as much time looking at the other thing, as he'd spent witnessing Justin's torture and execution. But whatever it was, Sören had deemed it for his eyes only, and Dooku wasn't going to pry. Yet.
Sören finally handed the palantir back to Maglor. "I need a fucking drink," he said.
Maglor put the palantir back as Dooku poured a shot of whisky. Sören drank it in silence, and finally he said, when Maglor came back, "I want to believe you, that you... you dealt with him. But how do I know I was actually seeing that and it wasn't just my mind showing me what it wanted to see? How do I know any of that is real?"
"I was afraid of that," Maglor said, nodding. And Dooku couldn't say he was surprised by Sören's reaction either - even though he accepted Maglor was an Elf, having seen the radical transformation when Maglor dropped his glamour, and Sören had been living with the Force since he was a small child, Sören still had a hard time allowing himself to believe in anything "magical", and at least some of his difficulty with trusting his own perceptions had been because of Justin gaslighting him... something Sören had been familiar with, as his abusive aunt and uncle used to gaslight him as well.
Maglor got up, went to the hall closet, and came back with the handkerchief that Dooku had let him borrow last night. He unwrapped it carefully, and presented the white gold ring inside to Sören.
"Oh my fucking god." Sören let out another sob; he closed his eyes and nodded, his jaw quivering. "That's his ring."
"You recognize it."
Sören opened his eyes and took a closer look, nodding again. "Right down to those weird runes or whatever that script is..."
Tengwar. You invented it. Dooku kept his mouth shut.
"Hold it for just a minute, Sören." Maglor put the ring in Sören's hand.
Sören's eyes widened as he grasped the ring, and then Dooku saw the burning eye across their bond. Sören saw Justin wearing the ring, and the way it amplified his pre-existing sadism, Justin's thirst for violence and intimidation...
Maglor took the ring away, and wrapped it back in the handkerchief.
"What the bloody hell is that?" Sören asked. "That's like... that's like some Lord of the Rings bullshit." Sören swallowed hard. "I remember he told me how he got it, antique shop. He wasn't generally religious or superstitious, but he was superstitious about that, he thought it gave him good luck with his football -"
"It's not the One Ring, but it is a Ring of Power," Maglor said. "I found one just like this a couple centuries ago when I was in the States, someone had brought it from France and it was... affecting them. I bought it from the gentleman - before I killed him, the money was for his widow and children - and I got rid of it, just like I'm going to get rid of this one, because all these rings do is corrupt. But to be absolutely clear, Justin was already corrupt well before he put on that ring, so don't make any excuses for his behavior. He still would have abused you whether or not he was wearing the ring, the ring didn't 'make him do it'." Maglor made air quotes. "These rings draw themselves to the type of people who will feed on their power."
"So we're going to destroy it?" Sören raised an eyebrow. "Like Mount Doom or some shit?"
"Mount Doom doesn't exist anymore," Maglor said. "And again, this isn't the One Ring so nothing that extreme. I disposed of the other one in a river, but that was when the States had a lower population and people wouldn't be affected by the energy as it rolled on. Probably the best way of getting rid of this is the ocean." Maglor looked at Dooku. "If you can get a weekend off, let's take a little holiday." He looked back at Sören. "We all could use one, yeah?"
Sören nodded.
"In the meantime..." Maglor wrapped the ring back up in the handkerchief. "Let's hope and pray this ring doesn't cause us any problems. Last thing we need is a swarm of fucking Balrogs paying us a visit."
"So wait..." Sören's eyebrows shot up. "Tolkien is real?" His eyes met Maglor's. "You're a Tolkien Elf?"
"I am the Tolkien Elf, Sören. I met him and told him the history of my people."
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The following weekend, Dooku, Maglor and Sören went to Brighton. They took the car, with Dooku driving the two hours, and they brought Dragos in a cat carrier even though he likely would have been fine all weekend at home with food and water dispensers. They arrived on the night of Friday the eighth, scheduled to go back on Sunday the tenth to resume work on Monday as usual.
In the week leading up to the vacation, Sören had been starting to truly relax now that Justin was forever gone, though he'd had a few crying jags as he continued to process his memories and the grief he had for the time he lost, not himself as Justin broke him. He also had another episode where he doubted his self-worth, shaken that Maglor and Dooku loved him enough to kill for him. But Sören not only seemed less tense as he left the house to take walks or go shopping, he also reported no nightmares for a week, the longest stretch of time he'd gone without one since he left Justin.
Even though it was still early April and a bit chilly, it was lovely to be by the sea, and indeed, just what they all needed. They arrived in Brighton late enough to have dinner, but early enough that they still had plenty of choices with where to go. They settled on fish and chips, and then after their meal they spent time unpacking at the cabin they rented. When Maglor produced the ring, wrapped up in the handkerchief inside plastic, he decided it was better to dispose of it sooner rather than later.
The plastic was thrown away, and the handkerchief would itself be disposed of after it was used to carry the ring one last time - Maglor had advised Dooku against keeping it, since it had been in close contact with the ring for over a week.
With Sören in the middle, and Maglor and Dooku on either side of him, they strolled hand-in-hand along the shore as low tide rolled in. It was just before sunset, the sunlight painting everything gold. The beach was stony, much to Sören's surprise who was used to sand on Icelandic beaches - he'd said more than once that he wanted to take them to Reynisfjara to see the black sand sometime.
Sören was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt over a Joy Division shirt and faded skinny jeans, but to Dooku he still looked sexier than any put-together male model, moreso as his curls stirred in the breeze and he watched the sea with his full lips slightly parted, brown eyes wide with wonder. Maglor wore a black sweater with black trousers, and Dooku wore khakis and a brown button-down shirt. He felt a little more self-conscious about his own attire in light of what he was going to do, something he'd discussed privately with Maglor ahead of time, Maglor giving him his blessing.
When they reached a place on the beach where there were fewer people around, Maglor handed the handkerchief-wrapped ring to Sören. "Since he abused you, I thought I'd let you do the honors. A way of getting rid of the last of him."
"Takk," Sören said, unwrapping the handkerchief and taking the ring from Maglor. His hand trembled as he grasped the ring, and Dooku knew across their bond that he was feeling the ring's power again, the way Justin had drawn on its power, making him not just "lucky" in football, but finding victims, using the same boost to agility and strength that he used in the field, to hurt Sören and others...
"Get thee gone," Sören yelled, and hurled the ring into the sea. The tides took it, and they watched as the ring rolled into the waves, sucked into the foam, the primal power of nature overcoming its power, breaking the spell.
Then Sören laughed, looking sheepish, running a nervous hand through his curls. "God, where the hell did I get that from? 'Get thee gone.' Sounds like the King James Bible or Shakespeare or some shit."
Or you when you were Fëanor. Dooku still had chills, feeling the gooseflesh on his arms.
As Maglor burned the handkerchief, Sören walked back over to Dooku, who had been watching from a distance, and Dooku put an arm around his waist as Sören smiled up at him adoringly. The sunset was streaking the sky with fire now, fire reflecting into the water. "Did I do good, Daddy?" Sören asked.
Do well. Dooku tousled Sören's curls and kissed the top of his head. "You did, sweetheart."
It was time. Though his arthritis complained, he got down on one knee on the stones, and Sören watched as the Force pulled a small box out of Dooku's pocket. Dooku opened it. "Thought you should trade one ring for another," he said. He took Sören's hand and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Sören actually squeaked - a reaction Dooku found strangely erotic as well as adorable - and then he nodded, tears streaming down his face as he threw his arms around Dooku. Dooku slipped the ring onto Sören's finger - a white gold band set with genuine alexandrite and flanked by two emeralds, which was outrageously expensive, but Sören was worth it to him. Sören looked at the ring in disbelief, until Dooku got up and pulled Sören into a passionate kiss.
When the kiss broke, Sören turned to Maglor and said, "You're OK with this...?"
"I went with him to get the ring." Maglor smiled. He patted Sören. "Like I told you awhile back, I have concerns about my paperwork being in a database, which is why Nicolae and I never tied the knot after same-sex marriage became legal. But you don't have that same problem. And..."
"I wanted to give you some proof that this is real, and we want you to stay with us." Dooku took Sören's hand and kissed the ring. "And from a practical perspective, I'm getting along in years. I want you to be able to inherit from me when..."
"Oh god, Nico." Sören facepalmed, choking up again. "I don't want to think about..."
"None of us do." Dooku swallowed hard. "But I want you to be set for life. Mark has money, of course, and will never let you want for anything, but after what Justin put you through, Mark and I thought it would be better for your mental health for you to have your own money -"
Sören silenced him with a kiss. "No more of that death and dying nonsense right now." Sören kissed him again. Then he kissed Maglor, and Maglor kissed Dooku. Sören took their hands in his hands and began walking them back towards the cabins. "Let's go celebrate."
When they reached their cabin, Dooku picked up Sören and carried him inside, Sören giggling. And when Dooku sat Sören down on the edge of the bed and Sören kicked off his boots and took off his hooded sweatshirt, he paused, looked up at his lovers, and husked, "Tonight I want to give myself to both of you."
Dooku's mouth went dry, his heart skipped a beat. "You mean..."
Sören nodded solemnly. "I want to feel each of you inside me."
Maglor came over and kissed Sören hard, and then Sören tugged and pulled off Maglor's sweater. Now that they were back in the cabin, Maglor let his glamour drop once he was bare-chested. He took Sören's chin in his hand, stroking the beard, and asked, "Sören, are you sure?"
"Very sure. I've been thinking about it all day." Sören got up to begin removing his own T-shirt - Dooku moaned at the sight of Sören shirtless, hardening as his eyes feasted on Sören and Maglor - and Sören began to fumble with his belt. "You'll have to get me ready, of course. You know... you might have to lick me..."
"That would be terrible," Dooku said, dry sarcasm in his voice. "Truly. Such a horror to endure."
"Indeed." Maglor was also being sarcastic. "You know how much I hate doing that." He and Sören had sixty-nined just that morning, with Maglor taking some time to lick Sören's ass before sucking his cock to the finish.
"Such a hardship." Dooku's cock sprang free, fully erect. "The hardest of hardships."
Sören giggled - he was completely naked now and he bounced onto the bed, giggling again. He was also hard - they all were - and he propped himself one elbow, stroking himself idly.
Maglor pounced on him, kissing him hungrily; Sören wrapped his arms and legs around him, arching to him as their hard cocks slid together. Dooku groaned at the delicious sight of them, the exquisite beauty of his lovers' bodies together, and the heat between them. Dooku climbed on the other side of them and the three took turns kissing, Sören's hand stoking Dooku's cock as Sören's and Maglor's cocks continued rubbing.
Maglor began to kiss Sören's neck as Dooku claimed his mouth, and then both men were working on Sören's nipples at the same time, lapping and suckling, as Sören clutched their heads, whimpered and writhed, his cock already starting to leak precum for them. As Maglor's kisses went lower to Sören's stomach, he took Sören's cock into his hand and glanced over at Dooku, who was taking a few last loving licks at Sören's nipple. "Which one of us should have him first?"
"Well, that's up to the one taking us." Dooku looked at Sören.
"Yes," Sören said, laughing, and explained, "I have no preference. I want you both so fucking bad..."
Dooku looked back at Maglor and Maglor said, after a few kisses and licks at Sören's stomach - smiling at the way Sören moaned - "I'll let you do the honors, since you proposed." And since you're brothers.
Dooku gave a little sigh as he kissed his way to Sören's stomach, having memories of a secret marriage between Fëanor and Fingolfin - they had to pretend to be enemies to the rest of the world, and made a kinky game of it that added spice to their already passionate sex life. The marriage rite was the beginning of the end, for even though it was in secret, the Valar had certainly seen, and punished them. Yet, the part of Dooku that was Fingolfin would do it again, remembering the wedding night, and the sweetness of the days that followed. He wondered again when would be the right time to tell Sören about what they had shared, a long time ago. The vow they had taken to each other back then:
Where you go, I will follow. In life and in death, and in rebirth, we will always find our way back to each other. On this night, we join our souls.
Dooku's cock throbbed, aching to be inside Sören now, but Sören was right that he needed to be ready first - and getting him ready was part of the fun. He nibbled and kissed Sören's inner thigh, knowing how much Sören loved that, smiling against the soft flesh as Sören cried out, before taking a few slow licks at the thigh.
As Dooku took Sören's cock into his mouth, sucking slowly, Maglor resumed kissing Sören's nipples, fingers playing with one as his lips and tongue worshiped the other. "So pretty," Maglor said, playing with a nipple ring. "It's like your outward appearance is the beauty of your soul manifesting itself."
Sören moaned and pulled Maglor's face to his to kiss him hard. "I could say the same thing about you," Sören said, tweaking the tip of Maglor's ear. Then he stroked Dooku's whiskers. "And you. You're so fucking hot..."
Dooku grinned as he licked Sören's cock. His finger hooked through the Prince Albert piercing in the head of Sören's cock and Maglor's fingers rubbed around it, making Sören groan. "Maybe we should get a pretty ring for that, too," Maglor said. "Can we get one with a diamond in the beaded part?"
"We could always custom order one." Dooku's tongue played around the site of the piercing, knowing how sensitive Sören was there, smiling again at the noises Sören made before his tongue rubbed the prominent frenulum. "Spoil our boy properly."
"Spoil our boy endlessly." Maglor stroked Sören's face and kissed him again. "We love you and we want to be good to you."
"You're already good to me," Sören said, the last word coming out as a gasp as Dooku's tongue slid lower, to his balls. Then Sören let out a cry as Dooku's tongue brushed that sensitive place between balls and ass, before plunging inside.
Eating Sören never got old; Dooku gently stroked himself as his tongue lapped inside Sören's channel. Sören cried out into Maglor's kisses, and when Maglor started teasing Sören's nipples again with his mouth Sören was a wreck, almost sobbing in his pleasure and need. Dooku growled as his tongue rubbed faster, harder, and when Sören rocked his hips, fucking his face, Dooku's hand sped up on his own cock, his body screaming with lust. At last Sören begged, "Please, elskan, take me." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Make me yours."
Maglor rolled to the side, watching with interest as Dooku climbed on top of Sören. Dooku grabbed a pillow and handed it to Sören, saying, "Put this under you, it'll help." Sören rolled to slide the pillow where he'd be laying and then lay back so the pillow tilted his hips; he parted his thighs again. Dooku used the Force to bring over the lube, and he worked one slick finger inside Sören, then two, then three, as he and Sören kissed again and again. When Sören's nails were in his back and he whimpered, "Nico, please... need you in me..." Dooku poured lube over his cock, and into Sören's opening, and guided his cock.
Dooku began to push in, slowly. Sören was so tight, and he could feel across their Force bond that it was pinching and burning a little - Dooku worried that Sören would be triggered by the initial pain, but Sören took deep breaths, his eyes never leaving Dooku's. "Tell me if you need me to stop," Dooku said, stroking Sören's face. "We're almost there, love."
Sören kissed him, and as the kiss deepened, Dooku bottomed out inside him, groaning at the deliciousness of Sören's silken heat wrapped around him. Sören broke the kiss to catch his breath, and had a look of triumphant relief on his face - I did it. Dooku stroked Sören's face again.
"Good boy," he said; Sören moaned at that. Dooku had figured out some time ago Sören had a praise kink, and that was useful knowledge to have now. "Let me know when I can start..."
"Please, Daddy."
Dooku started thrusting, slowly. As much as he liked to go slow and take his time, edging, the feeling of Sören's passage was so exquisite that he grit his teeth, restraining himself, making himself take it slow, not give in to the urge he had to slam into him. Not yet. Sören gasped as he felt Dooku thrusting into him, and Dooku worried that he was hurting the young man. Or worse, triggering him - Justin was dead, but Dooku knew that hold would persist beyond the grave for some time.
"Do you need me to stop?"
"Don't stop," Sören said, and then his eyes rolled and glazed and he let out a cry that let Dooku knew he'd hit that spot even without feeling it across their bond. "Ohgod." Sören shuddered. "Oh my fucking god..."
"Yes?"
"More."
Dooku kissed him with all the fire of his being, Sören's nails in his back. Sören's hips matched his rhythm, slow and sensual at first, savoring each other - the sweet sensation of their joining, the way they fit together, pleased each other... that feeling that they'd come home, that there was nothing more right in the universe than this. Neither the Doom nor Justin could take that away from them.
Maglor watched, slowly stroking himself, and there were unshed tears in his eyes, a look of awe on his face. "The two of you are so beautiful together," he said. "It's like watching a force of nature."
Sören grabbed Maglor and kissed him, and then Dooku kissed Maglor as well. Then, Maglor got into position to suck Sören's cock as Dooku continued thrusting, slowly. Sören gasped and shivered, and Dooku moaned at the sight of Maglor sucking Sören, his hunger for it...
After Maglor had been sucking Sören's cock for awhile, moving his head faster, Sören grabbed Dooku's hips and rocked his own, urging Dooku on faster inside him. Dooku gave in, thrusting into Sören harder, and harder still - not as hard as he could fuck, not wanting to hurt him... but enough to bring them to that edge, the delicious edge of Sören quivering, moaning louder and louder, completely lost in lust and sensation. Dooku's own lust burned, feverish, melting into Sören again and again, in that place where nothing else mattered but their bodies, their passion, their pleasure. It had only been a few months but his body felt like it had been waiting years for this and indeed, on a deeper level he'd been waiting for this for ages.
"Oh, fuck," Sören wailed. "God, you're so good..."
"You're good." Dooku kissed Sören. His fingers brushed a nipple and he husked, "My good boy," before kissing Sören again.
That did it - Sören went wild, bucking his hips, fucking Maglor's mouth, fucking himself hard on Dooku's cock. Dooku let out a cry and thrust harder, faster, the bed slamming against the wall. Maglor moaned with his mouth full, and Dooku knew he was stroking himself as he sucked, his lust inflamed by their frenzy. Sören begged "More, more," as Dooku drove into him. There was no fear, no pain, only fire, only passion.
"My good boy," Dooku whispered between kisses, Sören whimpering at those words, and again as Dooku's fingers teased his nipples, as his cock worked its magic against Sören's prostate. "My good boy. My good, wonderful boy. Daddy wants to make you come, sweetheart..."
"I'm so close." Sören shuddered and let out a little sob of feverish need. "I'm so fucking close..."
"That's a good boy. That's Daddy's good boy..." Dooku kissed Sören's neck. "My good boy who feels so good..."
"God." Sören shuddered again. "Please, Daddy..."
Dooku took Sören's face in his hand, stroked it tenderly, looking into his eyes. There was that moment that felt like an eternity, desperately needing to climax but not wanting to stop, wanting to keep feeling the sweet, sweet friction, the joining of their bodies...
"My good boy."
...and then Sören let go, screaming as he climaxed, contracting around Dooku as his seed flooded Maglor's mouth, who moaned loudly as he swallowed it down. "Nico, Daddy, oh god... oh god... FUCK..."
"Sören." Dooku shook as he spent into him, feeling like he was exploding and imploding at the same time, his orgasm throbbing so hard it almost hurt, euphoric joy radiating through his entire body. "Sören, my love..."
"I love you." Sören had a beatific look on his face, and he was weeping - with happiness, not sorrow. I did it. I did it, echoed across their bond. I'm free. I took it back. "I love you, Nico."
"I love you." Dooku kissed him hard, also crying with him. "Oh, Sören, I'm so proud of you."
"Hells," Maglor rasped, just as Sören grinned and said, "Hi So Proud Of You..."
Dooku bit Sören's shoulder, and Sören bit him back - the feeling of Sören's teeth in his flesh made Dooku's spent cock stir again, and again when Sören - knowing he was getting aroused - brushed a nipple with his fingertips, pebbling it before his fingers played in Dooku's chest hair.
Dooku pulled out of Sören, wanting to give himself a little more time to recharge before whatever happened next, and they held each other, legs entwined - Maglor held both of them, petting them, kissing their foreheads, raining kisses over their faces. He was still moved to tears by what he had witnessed between them, the beauty of Sören's trust and surrender, and Sören got choked up again and kissed Maglor's tears. That led to more sensual, passionate kisses, and Dooku's cock stirred again as he watched his lovers kissing, giving a groan of appreciation when Sören started playing with Maglor's hair.
"It's your turn, you know," Sören said.
"You're not too sore?" Maglor gave Sören a concerned look.
"I might be sore later but right now I just want." Sören bit his lower lip and crinkled his nose.
Maglor kissed him hard, and then he whispered, "I want to do something else first."
"Oh?"
Dooku knew what, and he rolled off to the side, chuckling - his laughter became a moan as he watched Maglor worship Sören's body, licking and kissing and caressing him all over, until at last his head was between Sören's legs. Dooku couldn't help but stroke himself as he watched Maglor's tongue dip into Sören's channel and Maglor began eating Dooku's cum out of him, with Sören howling and writhing as Maglor's tongue rubbed inside him just the right way.
"Ohgod." Sören shuddered. "Oh fuck, Mark... oh god, Mark, fuck..."
"Mmmmmmm." Maglor slowed down his licking, and then to be even more of a tease, pulled his tongue out and licked around the rim of Sören's opening, circling a few times before his tongue plunged back inside.
Sören grabbed Maglor's hair, thrashing, bucking against his face. Maglor eventually relented and ate Sören faster. Dooku could sense across their bond that Maglor was dangerously close to coming himself and he wasn't even touching himself, he was just that turned on by doing this to Sören - as he'd learned to love pleasing Fëanor and Fingolfin the same way so long ago. Fëanor had always been oral, and Maglor took after his father not just in appearance but appetite. Maglor began to hum gently as his tongue fucked Sören, creating a vibration, and Sören screamed, fucking his face harder.
"Mark... oh god... you're gonna make me come like this, I'm so close..."
Maglor stopped before Sören could come this way. Sören grabbed the lube with the Force and worked it into Maglor's cock, kissing Maglor as he did - groaning, enjoying the kinky thrill of kissing Maglor after what he'd just done - and Dooku watched as Maglor took Sören, with Sören having an easier time of penetration than before since he was open.
After a few slow thrusts, Maglor looked at Dooku, and Dooku knew from the heat in his eyes and across their bond what Maglor wanted. Dooku took the lube and poured it into Maglor's channel, working his fingers inside. As the tip of Dooku's cock pressed against Maglor's opening, Maglor breathed, "Go for it."
Dooku took him, and Maglor cried out. Across their bond, Dooku could feel Maglor's arousal in feeling Sören around him and Dooku inside him, his cock and prostate pleasured at the same time.
Dooku moved inside Maglor slowly, as Maglor kept the pace slow inside Sören. Dooku kissed Maglor's neck and shoulder, played with Maglor's flood of hair, every so often tilted Maglor's face to his so they could kiss. And every so often Dooku leaned over Maglor's shoulder to kiss Sören. Sören reached out to take Dooku's hand.
The three took their time climbing to that edge, letting the tension build, savoring every rub, every moan and sigh, every brush of fingertips, every touch, every feel. All sense of time and place faded away, where it was just them, loving each other.
But after awhile they could no longer hold back. Dooku thrust into Maglor harder, and commanded, "Fuck him like I'm fucking you." Maglor rocked into Sören, who matched his rhythm. Sören's cries of "Yes, more, give it to me" and Maglor's deep moans in response almost set Dooku off, but he held back, his teeth grazing the back of Maglor's neck, wanting everything to be timed just right.
Sören came first, crying out "Yes, Mark, yes, oh god, yes," as he spilled over Maglor's chest and stomach, and that sent Maglor over the edge, giving a hoarse shout as he shuddered and Sören gasped - Dooku could feel Sören feeling Maglor spending into him, across their bond, and Sören loved it. At the feel of Maglor contracting around him, Dooku gave in a few thrusts later, moaning loudly as his release claimed him, pulled him under, into brilliant light and that feeling deeper than love.
The three tangled up together, and Dragos came over from where he'd been perched on the windowsill and joined them on the bed.
"Thank you both, so much," Sören sighed. "That was amazing."
"We love you, sweetheart." Dooku kissed Sören's forehead, and took his hand, kissing the engagement ring.
"We love you very much." Maglor squeezed Sören. "We want you with us, always."
Sören nodded. "This is really happening. I knew we were already committed, but..." Sören smiled. "This makes it officially official."
After a few minutes of enjoying the near-silence of breathing in the same rhythm, listening to heartbeats, and the sound of Dragos purring, Sören said, "I have a request. I still don't like to ask for things, but..."
"Please." Maglor pet Sören's curls, stroked his face.
"Can we get him a friend?" Sören skritched Dragos.
Dooku laughed softly. "I don't see why not."
"Good." Sören snuggled deeper into them. "I love cats, and I've been wanting a cat of my own for awhile, but I couldn't because..."
"We know. Yes, we can get you a cat to be friends with Dragos." Maglor kissed the top of Sören's head.
"Our children," Sören said, and laughed. Dooku smiled - he loved Sören's laugh, and that there was more of that laughter now, the sunshine returning to Sören's life after too long of a winter.
Reclaim that fire, my Fëanáro.
Dooku sighed, feeling that ache again. He knew the talk with Sören needed to happen before their wedding - indeed, as they would start making plans in the near-future, it seemed like then would be the opportune time. And would hopefully jog the memories that they'd done this once before.