A week after their return from Brighton, Sören had two nights off scheduled in a row. The first of those nights, he and Maglor had plans - which Dooku approved of and encouraged - and then the following evening Dooku would take off to spend time with Sören on his own.
Sören and Dooku had decided on a June wedding date, which they found "painfully traditional" - a week before the summer solstice. Maglor would be best man at their wedding, and "best man" of another sort, celebrating with them after the wedding. They were taking Maglor with them on their honeymoon to Paris, which Dooku had always wanted to see as he considered himself "honorary French", and they would be back in time to visit Avebury for the summer solstice, which all three of them were keen on.
June was close enough to where they were now in April for the wait to not feel unbearable, but enough time for everyone invited to plan to attend. Dooku had invited the entire staff of Doi Capaci - the restaurant would be in Natalia's hands while he was on honeymoon - and Sören had invited his entire family; awhile back Dooku encouraged Sören to look up his mother's siblings and he was now in contact with his aunt Birgitta and her wife Jane, who ran a bed-and-breakfast in Scotland, and he was in contact with his mother's brother Böðvar's eldest daughter Alinta - half-Aborigine. Sören's guardians had barred Gitta from contacting the children because of her lesbian partner, and they had barred Böðvar from contact for marrying an Aboriginal woman some time after he moved to Australia. Sören had not known about this and was furious, and likewise, his mother's siblings were upset at having fallen out of touch. Sören and Dooku's wedding would serve as a family reunion of sorts, with Sören seeing not just the siblings and cousin he hadn't seen since before he left Iceland, but family he hadn't seen since he was a small child and in some cases family he didn't even know he had. Ali was a mother herself, and bringing her husband Kenny and their small children Metallica and Megadeth all the way from Adelaide to the wedding; Sören howled with approving, delighted laughter the first time he heard their names.
Dooku was looking forward to meeting Sören's family but also nervous, concerned that there would be disapproval at their age difference or that they would think things were moving too fast, or that they just wouldn't like him. Sören told him he was being ridiculous, and that even if anyone did disapprove, "we're still doing this." Sören kissed the tip of his nose. "I'm yours, and you're mine."
Sören's words were on his mind as Dooku finished up in the kitchen at closing time. As always, the restaurant had been busy enough to not afford him much time to think beyond the tasks immediately at hand, but Sören's absence was conspicuous - even a few hours apart, Dooku missed him. He felt a little self-conscious about it as he brought a bag of trash out to the back dumpster, not wanting to be too needy or clingy. Just in the four months that Sören had been a part of their lives, he'd gotten attached.
Of course you did. It's Fëanor. He was your obsession.
Dooku looked up at the few stars that were visible in the night sky with the light pollution in London, and swallowed hard, once again wondering when, and how, he was going to have that talk with Sören.
And then, he heard the most pitiful "mew".
In the dim glow of the lights from the back of the restaurant, Dooku saw a black-and-white kitten wandering around the dumpster. The kitten looked at him with big chartreuse eyes and let out another "mew".
Dooku put the bag of trash in the dumpster and then he got on his knees on the pavement, even though his arthritis complained. "Hello there," he said to the kitten, holding out his hands; the pink nose came closer to sniff. "Are you hungry?"
The kitten sat in a cardboard box in the passenger's seat on the drive home. He - Dooku had determined that rather quickly - would need to go into the vet tomorrow to be checked out and given a clean bill of health before they exposed Dragos, but in the meantime...
Dooku carried the kitten inside, greeted by the sounds of Sören and Maglor making passionate love in the studio. He went hard listening to them, but made himself focus on getting the kitten set up in the pantry with enough food, water, a litterbox, and something comfortable to sleep in. He stooped and gave the kitten some pettings before closing off the pantry, feeling terrible about the necessity of the temporary isolation, but he'd visit the kitten again later and he'd bring him to the vet first thing in the morning.
Dooku paused at the studio door, watching - Maglor was sitting and Sören was riding his lap, facing Maglor, kissing him. The light was off in the studio, and Maglor's silver glow was intense, giving Dooku a nice view of Sören's ass, and Maglor's cock gliding in and out of it. They were holding each other, and the look of ecstasy on their faces between kisses was as beautiful as the play of their bodies together. They were close, and Dooku felt something close to reverence when he watched them climax - Sören throwing his head back and crying out as he spilled over Maglor's chest, and then a few thrusts later Maglor called out "Sören" and gave a deep, primal grunt of satisfaction as he shuddered; Dooku saw Maglor's seed seeping out of Sören, around the cock stuffed inside him. Sören's body continued to heave, his hands running over Maglor's chest as he panted, gasped. Maglor took Sören's face and they kissed deeply, moaning into the kiss, shaking.
Maglor pulled Sören close, cradling him, petting his curls, kissing the top of his head. Sören draped Maglor's flood of hair around him like it was a blanket, which made Maglor smile and start rocking Sören in his arms, and the look of tenderness on his face brought tears to Dooku's eyes. He loved them both so much, and it was wonderful to see how much they loved each other - that it seemed Maglor loved Sören as much as he did, cherished him. He wanted the two of them to take care of each other when...
We're not going to think of that now, and hopefully that day won't come for a long time.
Dooku gently cleared his throat. Maglor's eyes opened and Sören turned his head. "Oh, hi," Sören said, and giggled.
"Good evening," Dooku said.
Sören laughed harder at the formality.
"How long have you been standing there?" Maglor raised an eyebrow.
"Enough to get a quality performance." Dooku gave a slow clap.
A pillow from the bed in the studio was thrown at him with the Force, and Dooku dodged it, then used the Force to throw it back at them. "I have something to show you, when you're ready," he told them.
"What, your cock?" Sören teased. "I'm always ready for that..."
"That will be later, you naughty thing," Dooku said, though he was hard and aching for them now. "I brought something home."
Maglor pulled on a robe and Sören came out of the studio naked - it still took him aback sometimes how casual Icelanders were about nudity, not that Dooku ever minded looking at Sören naked - and Dooku opened the pantry door. Sören squeaked when he saw the kitten inside, curled up in a blanket-lined box, and he scooped up the kitten and held him, stroking. The kitten began to purr.
"Awwwwwwwwwww. Can we keep him?" Sören rubbed his nose in the black-and-white fur.
"If the vet says there is nothing seriously wrong with him, yes, that is the idea. He has to stay in the pantry overnight, I'll take him to the vet as soon as they open - that's to protect Dragos. Though he seems healthy." Dooku skritched the kitten's chin.
Maglor also pet the kitten. "He's adorable," Maglor said. He held out a front paw and grinned. "He's polydactyl."
"Oh!" Dooku hadn't noticed that in his rush to safely get the kitten home. "He certainly is."
"AAAAAAAAA, his little extra toe beans," Sören yelled, poking them; the kitten's paw reflexively curled and the kitten purred harder. "He's so cute, I'm gonna die."
"Polydactyl cats are considered lucky, and even if he wasn't, sailors thought black-and-white cats like this one were good luck," Maglor said. "The ancient Egyptians did too - most of the cats in their royal tombs were black-and-white cats."
"Were you there?" Sören snickered.
Maglor gave him a playful swat. "No, but I walked like an Egyptian in the 80s." He began to do the dance from the Bangles video.
"Dear god," Dooku said, laughing, remembering too many nights in Europe in the early to mid 1990s when Maglor had indulged in drunk karaoke.
Then Dooku could feel it across their bond - Maglor had a moment of nostalgia as well. Dooku's hard-on had calmed down with the fuss over the kitten, and he made Maglor and Sören go wash their hands in case Dragos came out for pettings, as he was wont to do; Sören came out of the bathroom in a T-shirt and boxer briefs. Maglor went back to the living room and put The Bangles Greatest Hits on vinyl, and he and Sören began to dance around the living room to "Walk Like An Egyptian" while Dooku made tea, laughing and rolling his eyes.
That was followed up with "Eternal Flame", which Maglor sang along with, singing to Sören.
Say my name
Sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely
And then come and ease the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling, oh
Close your eyes, give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand?
Do you feel the same
Am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?
Dooku found himself tearing up again, and Sören also got misty-eyed and held Maglor tight when the song was over. Dooku knew the song had a much, much deeper meaning for Maglor - Fëanor - and as Maglor held Sören again and Sören snuggled into his chest, Dooku's eyes met Maglor's and a moment of understanding passed between them.
We have to have that talk with him.
It could wait one more night - one more night to be "normal", as normal as things could be with the three of them as Force sensitives, Maglor as an Elf, the three living in a polyamorous triad that was still not a widely acceptable arrangement in society. Dooku didn't know how Sören would react to everything, but it was time to find out, and hope for the best.
Tomorrow. Dooku pulled Maglor close, holding both of them, and soon they were taking turns kissing each other and Dooku was hard once more. Sören smiled, palming the hard bulge, and got on his knees in front of Dooku, taking the hard cock out of the trousers and into his mouth.
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In the morning Dooku brought the kitten to the vet, and following bloodwork the kitten was given a clean bill of health and his first round of vaccinations. Dooku came back, followed the vet's advice to rub the kitten down with Dragos' favorite blanket so he would smell like Dragos, and then he let the kitten have free reign of the house.
Dooku invited Sören and Maglor to go shopping with him for supplies - food specially formulated for kittens, and some extra cat toys, since Dragos was an older cat and didn't play much. Dooku also thought about getting a larger cat tree - the current one could go in the studio, since Sören and Maglor never minded Dragos hanging around when they were creating.
Even though Sören was not a morning person, he was eager to get things for "the baby", as he called it. Sören spent a longer time than usual getting ready in the bathroom, made more curious by the fact that he was just wearing a T-shirt and jeans, not anything fancy, and his hair was loose as it tended to be most of the time. Sören had a cryptic little smile on his face as he walked out to the car - walking gingerly, though Dooku rather expected that, since Sören had been well-used last night.
After picking up supplies, Maglor headed to his shop, and Dooku decided to hit the gym. Sören was working on a painting - Sören had the idea of completing several paintings and having an auction with the proceeds donated to a charity to help victims of domestic violence. It was wonderful to see him confident enough in his work now to want to have a showing, and Dooku loved his heart. Before Sören got back to work on the painting, and before Dooku left, they spent some time watching Dragos get acquainted with the kitten - Dragos started grooming him, which was a good sign.
When Dooku got back from the gym he was sweaty, but had elected to shower at home rather than using the facilities at the gym, since he was still reserved about being naked in front of people who weren't his partners. He'd thought about going to the store on the way back from the gym, but he decided not to not simply because he was a sweaty mess, but also he wanted to have a quietly romantic evening at home with Sören, making him whatever he wanted for dinner, and that meant asking him first, going to the store with a list, or even with Sören himself picking things out.
Dooku let himself in the house. It was quiet - usually when Sören painted and nobody else was home he had the stereo on. Dooku wondered for a moment if Sören had gone out for a walk, which he was doing without fear now that Justin was dead, but he could feel Sören's presence in the house...
...and then he heard Sören call from down the hall. "Daddy, can you come help me with something?"
Dooku went down the hall. Sören wasn't in the studio, as he assumed - he turned around and looked into the bedroom. And at the sight that greeted him, he gasped.
Sören was on the bed on all fours, face down, ass up. His hole was open, and he had applied enough lubricant that it was dripping out of him, all over his thighs, dripping in a puddle onto the bed. On the bedtable Dooku saw a buttplug, and a bottle of passionfruit flavored lube.
Dooku's cock started to throb, painful in its urgency. Not only was the sight of Sören ready for him like this utterly delicious, but the knowledge that he'd been planning this, preparing himself...
Dooku peeled off his gym clothes, threw them in the hamper, and walked over to the bed. Sören wiggled his ass enticingly. "Hi Daddy," Sören said. He let out a little whimper. "I've been aching for you all day, Daddy. Can you kiss it better?"
My god. Arthritis be damned, Dooku got on his knees at the edge of the bed and began to tease Sören by licking around his hole, not putting his tongue inside just yet. Dooku's cock twinged, wanting fiercely and they hadn't even gotten started, but he made himself wait. When Sören was almost sobbing, begging "Please, Daddy, please..." Dooku finally relented, thrusting his tongue inside. Sören's natural taste was never offensive - musky, a little earthy, spicy-sweet - but the passionfruit lubricant was a nice touch, and Dooku made sure it didn't go to waste, eating Sören like he was starving for it, reveling in the sounds Sören made - the way Sören screamed into the pillows - and the way Sören bucked against his face, fucking the tongue swirling inside him.
"Oh, love," Dooku groaned, giving his tongue a little rest before going back again - teasing Sören with little kisses against his ass cheeks, his thighs. "You are such a naughty boy."
"Do I get spankings, Daddy?"
Dooku slapped Sören's ass hard. Sören cried out and wiggled his ass. "Yes, Daddy," Sören panted, crying out again when Dooku slapped the other cheek. "Oh, Daddy... spank me more..."
Dooku gave Sören's ass a few more slaps, before his tongue slid back inside, eating him even more vigorously than before, devouring him, his own cock continuing to throb and drip precum at Sören's moans and Sören working his hips, feverish. When Dooku teased him by slowing down, rubbing his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, Sören started to swear in Icelandic and Dooku couldn't help but smile against Sören's opening. He teased and teased, licking Sören ever so slowly, until Sören was a sobbing wreck, trying to beg and not able to make words. When he went back to licking hard and fast inside him Sören went wild, and ended up spending himself just from that. Sören's release was so powerful that Dooku almost came too.
Sören was still hungry, rubbing up against him like he was in heat, panting, "Fuck me..." Dooku got on the bed. He was about to roll Sören over to take him on his back, and Sören insisted, "No, like this."
"Are you sure?" Dooku knew from memories Sören had shared with him across their Force bond that in the last few months of Sören's relationship with Justin, the man had taken him from behind exclusively - when he wasn't using Sören's mouth - and Sören had developed something of an aversion to being taken from behind or in other positions where he couldn't make eye contact. But now...
Sören nodded. "This is what I've been planning," Sören said. "I want to take... that... back, too. I used to be fine with it before..."
"All right. Tell me if you're triggered and you need me to stop -"
"NICO PUT IT FUCKING IN ME NOW OR I'M GONNA FUCKING DIE."
Dooku chuckled. There was enthusiastic consent, and then there was Sören's passion, a consuming fire.
My Fëanáro.
Dooku pushed into Sören, who hissed "Yessss..." Dooku grabbed Sören's hips and began to rock into him - not slow, and not as hard as he could fuck, a good moderate pace to get things going, still mindful of Sören's past history.
But Sören started to buck against him, fucking himself hard on Dooku's cock. Dooku matched Sören's rhythm, and Sören continued to work his hips and ass, frenzied, howling, panting. Across their bond Dooku could feel how much Sören wanted this, wanted him, had been going crazy with longing for hours, thinking about it. "Oh god," Sören moaned. "Oh god, that's so fucking good..."
"Sören." Dooku's hands caressed Sören's back, fingers playing over his spine, walking down to trace the phoenixes - the one made of fire seemed almost like it was burning to the touch. "Sweetheart..."
"Oh, Daddy. Oh Daddy, you fuck me so good..." Sören let out a little whimper. "So much better than that arsehole Justin."
"I want you more than he ever did." He grabbed Sören's ass. "And you belong to me. He had no right to you, this is MINE..."
"Oh god." Sören slammed against him, gave a wild cry. "Oh god, oh god, yesyesyes... yes, Daddy..."
"Mine." Dooku smacked Sören's ass, and drove into him harder, the bed rocking against the wall, the sound of their flesh slapping together as loud as Sören's cries. "You're mine."
"Yes, god, yes..."
"Aren't you?" Dooku grabbed a fistful of Sören's curls. "Who does this belong to?" he asked, caressing Sören's ass with one hand before giving it another smack.
"You... you, Daddy..." And then, Sören moaned, "Ñolo."
That did it. Even though Dooku usually tried to hold back and let Sören come first, he lost control, throwing his head back with a hoarse shout as he exploded into Sören's heat. He felt Sören contracting around him - he reached around to stroke Sören's cock through his orgasm, feeling Sören's seed flooding over his hand, and Sören kept crying out "Ñolo, Ñolo, Ñolo... Ñolofinwë..."
"Fëanáro." Dooku's orgasm was almost painful now; he collapsed onto Sören's back, shaking, his toes curling. "Sören. Fëanor... I love you."
Sören was weeping now, and Dooku leaned in to kiss his tears. Sören took Dooku's hand and squeezed it. For a moment they lay there, Dooku resting on Sören's back, feeling the cum seeping out of Sören's ass, and the puddle from Sören's own cock. He was sweatier now than he had been from the gym - Sören was sweaty too. Dooku stroked Sören's damp curls, tears in his own eyes, a mixture of relief and awe, that finally...
Dooku pulled out of Sören and rolled Sören onto his back, and pulled Sören into his arms, against his chest. For a moment he continued to pet Sören, and then, at last, he asked, "How long have you known...?"
"Not long." Sören swallowed hard.
"Sören... what did you see in the glass, after you saw Justin's death?"
Sören closed his eyes and then he opened them, looking like he was staring at something far away, before his eyes met Dooku's. "I saw that I made the glass ball I was holding. I'd made more than one of them. And I made... gems. Three of them. The gems were alive, I put a piece of my soul into them. I kept having dreams after that of back then, and I remember Mark mentioning Tolkien, so a few days ago I looked some stuff up online and..."
"And now you know."
"Did you know who I was...?"
"We strongly suspected it. It seemed all there - your art. Your passion. Your determination. Your willingness to keep fighting, keep trying." Heat flooded Dooku's cheeks. "The way I feel about you."
Sören stroked Dooku's cheek and beard, love in his warm brown eyes. "Nico... Ñolo. It feels so strange because... you were my brother, and Mark... Maglor... was my son. Incest is wrong... like the thought of banging one of my own siblings makes me want to puke..."
Dooku couldn't help smiling at that, amused by Sören's indelicate, blunt way with words. The more things change, Fëanáro, the more they stay the same...
"...and like, even the thought of having sex with my cousin Ari, though he's an attractive man, that would be weird. But... it wasn't weird, with us. It wasn't wrong, with us. We weren't human. We weren't even like the other Elves. The Noldor were like... gods. All those stories in mythology, of deity pantheons where siblings are lovers, and parents with their offspring... now I think I understand it, after what I felt in the glass, after the dreams I had. We had power. Power that called to power, was drawn to power."
"Fire calling to fire," Dooku said.
"Yes. Exactly." Sören frowned. "Mel - Melkor, was that his name? He hated it. So did the other Valar. We were glorious, and they envied us, the children of Eru, made in his image... godlike." And the words unspoken aloud, but spoken into Dooku's mind: There was something even older than that, possibly before Eru himself. I'm not sure. I don't want to try to poke at it now.
"I agree with you that incest is wrong for humans," Dooku said, nodding. "There's the issue of power imbalance, genetic problems with inbreeding... reasons why it's a bad idea. But we didn't have any of those problems."
"No. And Maglor was an adult when we..." Sören closed his eyes and shuddered; Dooku felt him remembering Fëanor and Maglor's first time, the way Maglor had wanted. "A very consenting adult." His eyes opened again. "I never thought of him that way when he was a boy. There was no grooming... then suddenly, he was forty, and he wasn't a boy anymore, but very much a young man. And becoming my equal, more and more. And those next ten years were agony, trying to keep him at a distance..."
"You had as much luck as you did keeping me at a distance." Dooku laughed and gave him a little kiss. "I asked you to be my fiftieth birthday present."
"I have no regrets." Sören kissed the tip of his nose. "Though it seems to be why we're here now, stuck in human bodies..."
"Punished for our sins." Dooku's arms tightened around Sören. "And of course I've only found you again when I'm in the sunset of my life, we might get twenty years at best..."
Sören started to cry.
Dooku cried a little, too - not just for Sören but for Maglor, who had found both of them and would eventually lose both of them. It was cruel. Maglor had already been through so much...
The kitten hopped onto the bed with a peep, and began to headbutt both of them, purring, flomping down beside them for pettings.
"Hello, little kitty." Dooku skritched the kitten.
"He needs a name."
"Nothing outlandish," Dooku said, thinking of the stuffed animals.
Sören laughed and then he said, "Snúður."
"Snúður?"
"It's Icelandic for sweet bun... uh, what you guys call a cinnamon bun or cinnamon roll out here." Sören stroked the kitten and began talking to him in baby talk. "Because you're the sweetest little fuzzy furry baby boy, aren't you? Oh yes you are. Yes you are, my sweet little baby kitty..."
"Oh dear." Dooku chuckled.
"Listen, if I can't have seven kids in this lifetime, I can make up for it with cats."
"We are not getting seven cats -"
"No of course not, we only need to get five more cats to make it seven. Don't you know how to count?"
Dooku narrowed his eyes.
Then Sören grinned and said, "Oh right, your family was counts in Romania and whatever. Though Count Dooku sounds so pretentious."
"Are you done?"
"Am I ever done?"
"You keep this up and I'll make you take my surname when we get married."
"Sören Dooku. Wow, that... sounds completely fucking ridiculous. About as ridiculous as us sharing an Elf and being Elves in a past life who were also brothers who shagged and one calls the other Daddy, so I suppose it's appropriate."
Dooku's response was to start tickling him, which got Sören to tickle him back, and soon they were rolling around the bed, tickling, play-fighting, which gave way to their cocks rubbing together, hard again, kissing passionately, hands roaming. Sören rolled Dooku onto his back and Dooku guided the tip of his cock to Sören's opening, groaning as Sören sank down. Once he was all the way in he grabbed Sören's hips, and Sören leaned down, kissing him as he began to ride slowly. They clasped hands, kissing again and again.
"I love you, my Ñolofinwë."
"I love you, my Fëanáro." Dooku stroked Sören's face. "I love you, and no matter how much time we have left, I'm going to savor every moment..."
Sören gave him a stern look, not wanting to talk about Dooku's mortality anymore, and replied with "Hi, Going To Savor Every Moment..."
Dooku grabbed Sören's face and kissed him hard, and Sören started riding him faster and harder. The fuck became just as hard and wild as the one previous, Sören riding gloriously, triumphantly, Dooku lost in the beauty of Sören's passion, the lithe body on top of his, the wonder and joy on Sören's lovely face as lust and pleasure consumed him... no pain, no fear, only desire and bliss. As Dooku had told Sören "you're mine" while taking him, now Sören slid his hands over Dooku's chest, fingers threading through the silver pelt as he growled, "You're mine."
"Yes, love." Dooku put his hands on Sören's, guiding Sören's hands to his heart. "I'm yours, darling. Then, now... forever."
"Mine." Sören rode even harder. "Mine, mine, mine..."
"Oh, Sören." Dooku shuddered, hands on Sören's hips again, nails digging into him, fighting back his release. "My love. My fire..."
"Ñolo."
The next few minutes felt like hours in their frenzied, feverish need, the fire raging between them as hot as it ever was, needing to come but not able to get enough of each other, the pleasure, the way they fit together, the rightness of one inside the other again and again and again. When they came together it was shattering, violent, Sören making a mess all over Dooku, the wall, the ceiling as he shot rope after rope of his seed, screaming. Dooku spent so hard into Sören he felt like he could die of the bone-deep, searing pleasure of his orgasm, a full-body release.
They took a nap, and when Dooku woke up he was alarmed by the time. Maglor wouldn't be home quite yet, and stores were still open, but it would take time to shower, go out to get things and cook, and Dooku had a distinct lack of motivation to do any of that, wanting to tangle up with Sören forever.
Sören stirred, looked at the clock, and mumbled, "Want to get takeaway?"
After the delivery came, they ate chicken tikka, dhal, and naan bread in their pajamas, fending off the cats who begged aggressively, pretending like they didn't have expensive, high-quality cat food in their bowls in the kitchen. When Maglor came home he was amused to see their idea of a romantic evening was eating Indian takeaway on the couch in their pajamas - Sören wearing bunny slippers - watching Star Trek: The Next Generation reruns.
"I see you've already got the old married couple thing down to a science," Maglor said, stealing a piece of naan as he sat down in the armchair.
"Yeah, key emphasis on the old," Sören said.
Maglor raised an eyebrow. Sören and Dooku looked at each other, and then Dooku said, simply, "He knows."
Maglor dropped the piece of naan he was working on, on the floor, and Snúdur made off with it like he'd won a prize. Maglor stared open-mouthed, his pupils blown wide - he'd known, of course, that a talk was going to be had with Sören about the past one way or the other, tonight, but it was one thing to plan to have that talk and another thing for the talk to be had, for the reality of it to be facing him.
Sören held out his arms. "Come here, Kanafinwë."
Maglor got on his knees on the couch before Sören, and Sören held him close, petting Maglor's flood of hair as Maglor sobbed into his chest. All three of them held on tight, rocking together, crying, Maglor crying the hardest, as brokenly as Dooku had ever heard someone cry.
"I missed you so much, Father," Maglor sobbed. "I love you -"
Sören silenced him with a kiss, that Maglor quickly turned into a deep, hungry kiss, like he was trying to eat Sören alive. Sören moaned into the kiss, shivering against him, and even without seeing the hard bulge tenting Sören's flannel pajama bottoms, Dooku could feel that heat across their bond, the explosion of fire at last knowing and claiming its own.
Sören took both their hands. "I think I'm hungry for something other than food now," he husked.
Dooku looked at the remaining food on the coffee table - they'd eaten enough and could refrigerate the rest. He got up to put everything away in the kitchen and when he came back, Sören had Maglor up against the wall, kissing him passionately, both of them hard and rubbing together through Maglor's jeans and Sören's pajamas. Dooku came in and kissed them each in turn and then Sören took their hands again.
"Let's celebrate being together again," Sören said. "And I know just the thing."
Dooku waited, and Sören said, "I want you both inside me."
"You mean..." Maglor's eyes widened.
"At the same time." Sören nodded.
Dooku had heard of double penetration, and it was something he'd been curious about but as yet, the three of them hadn't tried... in this lifetime, anyway. He remembered the First Age, and the way they'd all had each other... Tonight would be another first, something old that was new again. Sören pulled them along to the bedroom, laughing, exuberant - in the dim light of the hallway he seemed to almost shine with his joy.