Okay, I don't have a Maeglin LJ and Maglor!mun made me post this. Completely random and OOC and I should probably mention that I was high on chocolate-covered expresso beans for at least part of this.
WARNINGS: Maeglin/Maglor smut, cousin!cest, cousin!fetish, discussion of incest, Feanorians, angst, knives, angst, Feanorians, issues of dodgy consent, attempted murder, Elves, angst, angst, angst, smut, angst. >.> I think that about covers it.
Maeglin: *pouts* I'm bored. Wanna play, Noldor-boy?
Maglor: *eyes* But we've never met and I want to throw you off a cliff.
Maeglin: Yes, but you're almost as pretty as my cousin and there aren't any cliffs around here. If there were, I think Mahtan would have taken a flying leap over one already to escape what the mun keeps doing to him.
Maglor: So I take it you snuck in the back door while that woman was too distracted to hit you with someone's bedpan? *smiles*
Maeglin: Which woman? The fussy healer who can't decide whether to hit me or give me tea, the prissy Princess, or the mun? The healer and the Princess were otherwise occupied, and I distracted the mun by kidnapping Mahtan and dressing him in a corset and heels. *smirks*
Maglor: ........*so didn't need that image*
Mahtan: *wibbles*
Maglor: *sighs, gets a knife, and cuts the silly heels off the shoes so he stops wobbling, if not wibbling*
Maeglin: *leans again the wall and watches Maglor's arse*
Mahtan: *falls over* *whimpers* Thank you...
Maglor: *also unlaces the corset, mysteriously undeading* Horrible little boy.
Maeglin: Aw, but without me, you wouldn't be having this incredibly touching grandfather-grandson bonding moment. If I was capable of emotions other than lust, obsession, and anger, it would bring a tear to my eye.
Maglor: *just glares* I'm -glad- we've never met, traitor.
Maeglin: Oh yes. How dare I betray those who killed my father and treated me like a second-class citizen all my life. Not to mention my dear Idril, who passed me over for that... mortal thing. Besides, you're not really in a position to be judging me, kinslayer.
Maglor: *icily* I never parleyed with Bauglir, nor -consorted- with orcs.
Maeglin: No, he didn't have to bother parleying with you. You did his work for him without him having to ask. He did tell me these things, you know.
Maglor: *scornfully* And you believed him?
Maeglin: *giggles insanely* He would have laid Doriath to waste, sooner or later. The son and grandchildren of Luthien would not have been suffered to live, not even as thralls. But you fixed that wee problem for him, didn't you? Pity you didn't manage to get the girl as well - it's not enough that you're a kinslayer, you couldn't even do that properly.
Maglor: ....shut up, dark-elf.
Maeglin: I think you have me confused with my father. Now he had a good handle of the finer points of kinslaying. Perhaps you could have asked him for lessons. *smirks*
Maglor: *smirks* Pity he missed you - couldn't even do -that- properly.
Maeglin: Oh, I don't know. Worked out rather well for me. *stretches* Just don't call me dark-elf.
Maglor: That's what you -are-, and worse. I know my crimes. And I know I can -still- look down on you, wretch.
Maeglin: *grins* You're not all that much taller than me, cousin.
Maglor: Morally speaking. *looms ominously*
Maeglin: *snickers* I'm being lectured on morals by a kinslayer? Oh, that's rich.
Maglor: At least I realize that trying to throw babies off cliffs is wrong. *crosses arms*
Maeglin: So sure of yourself. *smirks, invades Maglor's personal space* You think the Valar care a whit for you, your 'redemption', or your holier-than-thou attitude? Besides, it depends on the baby.
Maglor: Hell no. But then, I don't care for them either.
Maeglin: Then why? To make you feel better about yourself? *strokes Maglor's crossed arms* You think looking down on me is going to improve your pathetic little existence?
Maglor: No, but it's fun.
Maeglin: You have strange ideas of fun. There are far better ways we could be entertaining ourselves. *licks lips* Most of those involve you on your knees, but don't worry, I'll find somewhere with nice soft carpet. *smirks*
Maglor: *glares* You wish.
Maeglin: What, you'd prefer to be on your back?
Maglor: *backs towards a wall, bringing the knife he used earlier up to defend himself* I'd call you a bastard, but for you it would be a -compliment-.
Maeglin: *eyes* For me? Do I get a kinslaying demonstration all of my own? *smirks* You know, I think I'm going to have to gag you. All that talking is going to get distracting. Question: do you ever shut up?
Maglor: You're the one that seems to enjoy listening to the sound of your own voice. *hisses* You're -mad-.
Maeglin: Are you surprised? You think I would come out of His tender care with my mind entirely intact? *edges forward, intent on wrestling the knife from Maglor's grip*
Maglor: My brother did. But you're not half the elf he was. *scorn*
Maeglin: *edges forward a little more* You call throwing yourself into lava sane? *smirks*
Maglor: Considering the alternatives - yes. We will not submit to -thralldom-.
Maeglin: That sounds like a challenge to me. *leaps forward, trying to snatch the knife away*
Maglor: *parries, or attempts to - nicks Maeglin*
Maglor: *hissing* -Degenerate-.
Maeglin: *mutters an old Doriathian curse under his breath, wound on his forearm bleeding* Coming from you, I think I'll take that as a compliment. *leaps foward again, this time trying just to pin Maglor*
Maglor: *is slammed back against the wall, his wrist effectively pinned - grips the knife but can't use it - starts struggling to free it*
Maeglin: *presses into Maglor, quite obviously enjoying himself* Wriggle, wriggle, little Feanorian worm. Will it make you feel better about yourself, that afterwards you can say you tried to resist me?
Maglor: *glares and intensifies struggle - but is finally forced to drop the knife* -Orc-.
Maeglin: *kicks the knife away as best he can* I'm not an Orc, cousin. You don't want to know what they'd do to you. How much they can do, and leave you still alive. Even if you beg for death. *almost gentle* I wouldn't do such things to you. You just need to learn a little humility, is all. *little smile* Are all your brothers as pretty as you, I wonder?
Maglor: Is this what you wanted to do with my cousin, orc?
Maeglin: *momentarily distracted* Fair Idril... no, she deserved so much better. Better than him. I would have cherished her, loved her... *frowns* Don't bring her into this. She isn't here. She's gone, she left me. Gone, gone, gone. *grip on Maglor starts to loosen* You know, they say the Orcs were Elves, once. Makes it kind of fitting, that you should call me that.
Maglor: *sneers* She deserved anything other than -you-. -Monster-.
Maeglin: Shut up! *shoves Maglor back into the wall, hard* You don't know me. You don't know what I might have been, if she had only loved me. But instead she mocked me, flaunted that Man of hers, made sure everyone knew... *shakes* Noldor are like animals, they look for a weakness and then they attack - just like Orcs, just like Him... *gives Maglor another shove and then lets go of him, backing up* Go away.
Maglor: *eyes Maeglin warily, then stoops to pick up the knife* You were -never- worthy of her.
Maeglin: *sulky* Neither was he. Go 'way.
Maglor: It might be best if I slew you now - for what insult you have done your kin.
Maeglin: *starts giggling again* For what insult I have done my kin? No thought, of course, for what insults they have inflicted upon me. *eyes Maglor* What, you think you're going to kill me? Think you can? *snorts*
Maglor: *crooked smile* I know what I'm doing.
Maeglin: Right. *flops into nearest chair, closes eyes, tilts it back* Maybe you should shut up and get on with it, then. I told you, I hate it when you talk.
Maglor: *hand shakes a little - he finally drops the dagger with a quiet oath*
Maeglin: *opens one eye* What now?
Maglor: I won't let you turn me into you. *quietly*
Maeglin: Hate to break it to you, cousin, but you're already a kinslayer. What difference would one... I believe it's 'mad wretched orc', or something of the like - make?
Maglor: *shrugs* It's the -principle- of the matter.
Maeglin: *matching shrug* I don't think I have any principles left. *thinks* I'm not sure if I had any in the first place. Can't really remember. *eyes* You dropped your dagger.
Maglor: *just glares* That's the difference between you and me.
Maeglin: Well, that and the fact that I look far better in leather. *smirks*
Maglor: *harrumphs* What do you -want-?
Maeglin: *stands up* Not really sure. All the things I thought I wanted... well, the ship's sorta sailed on that. *tilts head* What do you want? What's left for you now? Your family and your precious jewels, all gone. My father, my mother, my Idril... all gone.
Maglor: *shrugs* I'm not going to let them win.
Maeglin: *moves closer* Maybe they already have.
Maglor: Maybe. But I'm not going to give them the satisfaction of having me admit that.
Maeglin: Such a hollow victory. But you have to stick to your principles, right? I'm rather glad I don't have any. They seem to make things awfully complicated. *steps forward quickly and kisses Maglor, body tensing in preparation for the blows that he's sure are about to follow*
Maglor: *shrugs* It passes the time. *eyes Maeglin is vague amusement after the kiss*
Maglor: And if the Valar don't give a damn...well then. That proves we were right all along. *smiles*
Maeglin: *a little annoyed at Maglor's lack of reaction* Like I said before - there are better ways to pass the time. *kisses Maglor again, this time slipping one hand up to tangle in his hair*
Maglor: Quite a notch in your belt, would it not be. *green eyes flicker* I begin to think perhaps I should spite you this too.
Maeglin: Oh? And what are you going to do? *twists a braid about his fingers and tugs, hard* You dropped your dagger, remember?
Maglor: *smiles not-quite-sanely* Nothing. *continues refusing to react*
Maeglin: *shrugs* Whatever. *conversationally, one hand still playing with Maglor's hair* At least you're not talking so much. That's an improvement. *pinches Maglor's nipple through the fabric of his tunic* Too much clothing, though.
Maglor: *dryly* I suppose it shall serve to distress others - though I can't imagine what my father would think. *suddenly, unhappily* Mandos can -have- him.
Maeglin: *rolls eyes* Clothes. Off. *shucks his own surcoat and tunic*
Maglor: *mildly* Make me.
Maeglin: *suddenly looking very well named* Don't tempt me.
Maglor: *eyes Maeglin, then deliberately turns his back on him*
Maeglin: *growls and lunges, sending them both down into a heap on the floor, grabbing what he can and pulling until he hears something tear*
Maglor: *pulls himself up after the shock into a half-kneeling position* I'm not afraid of you.
Maeglin: Don't care. *kisses Maglor hard, tearing the tunic more while he's at it* Just want you. Takes the pain away. Helps me to forget.
Maglor: You are a fool. *stays still though*
Maeglin: *shrugs* Just one more thing we have in common. *pulls what's left of the tunic off Maglor and throws it to one side*
Maglor: *twitches just a little as the balrog-scar is revealed, along with the faint white reminders of lesser weapons*
Maeglin: *murmurs* Pretty... *traces the scars with his fingertips*
Maglor: You -would- think so. Or did you quail before the Balrogs even touched you?
Maeglin: Mine are mostly on the inside... *fascinated* *follows one of the scars down to Maglor's waistline and hooks his fingers in, tugging on the leggings* These come off now.
Maglor: *shrugs* As expected. You are a coward and that is the fate of such.
Maeglin: Yes, yes, you're better than me, we've been through all this before. *only slightly annoyed, 'coward' is hardly the worst thing he's ever been called* Are you going to take the damn leggings off, or am I going to have to 'make you' again?
Maglor: *shrugs* I remain inviolate where it matters. *amused* Do what you will.
Maeglin: *lets go of Maglor's clothing and stands, scowling* You don't want to say that to me. You don't want to know what I will. *looks down at Maglor* Although I was right. You do look pretty on your knees.
Maglor: *shrugs* I can take whatever you deal to me. I am the stronger.
Maeglin: *idly, while removing his own leggings* I look at you and I wonder how hard would be to bruise you. How hard it would be to break you. Quite difficult, I'd imagine.
Maglor: My blood is strong, mongrel. Do you not comprehend this? I have not the heart now to slay you - but you have not the strength to hurt me, craven.
Maeglin: *shrugs* We will see. *strokes Maglor's hair* Will you put that pretty mouth of yours to better use for me? After all, you do not fear me - yet you are still on your knees, cousin.
Maglor: *just raises an eyebrow, amused - sits on the floor*
Maeglin: Is that a yes, a no, or a make me?
Maglor: *quietly* I want to see how far you will go.
Maeglin: Why? So you can know how much to despise me?
*quietly* Every time you tell me that I cannot hurt you it merely tempts me more. I will go as far as it takes.
Maglor: *mildly* I will endeavor to hold myself to my brother's standard, then.
Maeglin: If you please me half as much as I heard tell your brother pleased Him... *smirks* then you'll have done well.
Maglor: *quietly* You lie. -he- never broke. -you- did.
Maeglin: Never broke, perhaps, but maybe bent a bit... *softly* I don't blame him. You don't understand, Macalaure. He wouldn't have told you. You can't understand, if you were never there.
Maglor: *quietly* He told me enough. I hope to hold myself to his standard.
Maeglin: *shrugs* So that's a make me, I guess.
Maglor: *half-smile*
Maeglin: *weaves the fingers of one hand through Maglor's hair and tugs him closer* Touch me.
Maglor: Why should I?
Maglor: You have...a passing resemblance to your mother
Maglor: *amused* But certainly not enough for me to be -infatuated- with you.
Maeglin: Just wanted to give you one last chance. *knocks Maglor onto his back and kneels on him, knees pinning down his shoulders* You just had to do that, didn't you? If I even thought for a moment it was what you wanted, I could make this good for you. I would make it good for you. But no. You're too good for that. Too good for me, is that right?
Maglor: Of course.
Maeglin: But you're still going to let me... *trails fingers across Maglor's lips* I haven't even decided yet. So many choices... don't suppose you have a preference. *a little unnerved still by Maglor's lack of any sort of decent response*
Maglor: You wish to hurt me. I understand that. I wish to...test myself.
Maeglin: I don't wish to hurt you. I'm just tempted to.
Maglor: *shrugs* I care not.
Maglor: I only thought you could help me...prove something
Maeglin: *visibly flinches* No, of course you don't. *backhands Maglor, temper flaring up* I was going to gag you, but I don't think I will. I want to hear you beg. Don't much care what for.
Maglor: *meets Maeglin's eyes unflinchingly* As you will.
Maeglin: *looks away, muttering* Don't know what you want to prove, anyway. That you're above me? Yeah, got that. All that anyone ever saw when they looked at me was my father. *stands up* Want to be tested? Then lets make the test a little more interesting. *retrieves the dagger* This proves nothing. This is nothing.
Maglor: *eyes Maeglin, betraying for the first time the tiniest hint of uncertainty*
Maglor: Do you think anyone ever saw anything more than my father in me?
Maeglin: Never met your father. Wouldn't know. Don't care. *gestures with dagger* Get naked. I know you're about to say no, and then I'll have to make you, but might as well ask, don't you think?
Maglor: *shrugs, and unexpectedly complies without a hint of modesty or particular vanity*
Maeglin: *looks him over and smirks* *kisses him yet again, the hand not holding the dagger entwined in Maglor's hair, holding him still, not letting him pull away, seemingly determined to keep this going until they both suffocate*
Maglor: *tries to breath through his nose and stay calm - his heartrate is going up fast though - he hopes Maeglin doesn't notice*
Maeglin: *wishes his other hand was free but isn't quite ready to let go of the dagger yet* *deepens the kiss, trying to press his body against Maglor's as best he can*
Maglor: *tries to push Maeglin away a little as he feels he's in serious danger of either suffocating or losing his cool*
Maeglin: *breaks off the kiss, but doesn't move away* Something wrong, cousin?
Maglor: *takes a gasping breath, snarls* -Nothing-.
Maeglin: *smirks* *dagger-hand just resting on the small of Maglor's back as a disincentive to movement* *free hand moving down Maglor's body, tracing out patterns, in no particular hurry* Thought you wanted me to test you. Haven't even started yet.
Maglor: *regaining his equilibrum* ...aye.
Maeglin: *This close up it's impossible not to notice that Maglor is not nearly as... affected... by all this as Maeglin is, which irritates him* Do as I will? *drops hand down, stroking him gently*
Maglor: *shivers - closing his eyes and trying desperately to maintain his control - Sauron in a dress, Gothmog showing off women's swimwear - but not to any real effect except to psychologically scar him further. He is turned on by this, noticably half-erect now*
Maeglin: *swiftly sinks to his knees and takes Maglor in his mouth, the mental image of the other near orgasm, begging for the release that Maeglin plans to withhold providing plenty of motivation*
Maglor: *flushes a bit* It is hroafelme, no desire of the min....ai! *suddenly goes very quiet as he is engulfed, biting his lip*
Maeglin: *would smirk if he was not otherwise occupied, putting the dagger aside so he has both hands free*
Maglor: *draws blood as he bites, shuddering quietly....*
Maeglin: *pulls away for a moment* Nothing to say? How unlike you.
Maglor: ... *curls in a bit on himself*
Maglor: *tastes a little bit of blood in his mouth - physical torture he could handle but...he's not so sure about this*
Maeglin: Didn't I tell you? Want to hear you beg. Don't much care what for. *Wrapping his mouth around Maglor again, shuddering a little as he lets one hand fall to his lap, thinking he's enjoying this far too much*
Maglor: *tries to remember something his brother once told him - just at the edge of his mind*
Maglor: ..........oh! *smiles a bit and seems to relax a little*
Maeglin: *realises Maglor's not paying as much attention as he should be* *snatches up the dagger again and presses the tip against Maglor's thigh*
Maglor: *twitches as he is nicked* *orgasms rather unexpectedly*
Maeglin: *manages to glare while choking - wasn't expecting that*
Maglor: *looks at the look on Maeglin's face* *starts giggling madly*
Maglor: *manages to regain his composure but smirks at Maeglin*
Maeglin: *finally recovers* *still glaring* Was that up to your brother's standard, do you think?
Maglor: *reflectively* He told me once - sometimes they want things that will hurt people. Never give them those. But when they want...ah...silly things, sometimes giving them what they want just makes them look even sillier. And sometimes it's only torture if you let it be.
Maglor: I imagine he took great satisfaction on coming all over some poor minion's face. Maybe the Black Foe himself...and isn't that an image. *chuckles*
Maeglin: *scowls* *switches dagger-hands and digs a nail into the little wound in Maglor's thigh* Think they had to cut your brother to make him come, too?
Maglor: *quiet again*
Maeglin: *smirks* No, I suspect your brother had more control than that.
Maglor: *trying to brush it off lightly* maybe.
Maeglin: *stands up and goes back to kissing Maglor, savouring the knowledge that he will be able to taste himself on Maeglin's lips, and adding a bit of extra fun by trailing the tip of the dagger over his back, not hard enough to break the skin - yet*
Maglor: *makes face of distaste as he is kissed* *tenses as he feels the dagger*
Maeglin: *smiles* What are you more afraid of, cousin? That I'll cut you, or that you'll like it?
Maglor: ....shut up.
Maeglin: Well I was attempting to find something else to do with my mouth, but that didn't last all that long. *stills the dagger* Guess I'll have to find something else to do with you now.
Maglor: ....*uneasy silence*
Maeglin: *almost purrs* What, no preference? You did mention something about coming all over someone's face, and although the details of that suggestion seem to be eluding me at the moment, that does sound rather interesting. Or, seeing as I was just so nice to you, you could return the favour. *starts the dagger moving again* Or you could beg me to release you. Beg me, Maglor, and I'll let you go.
Maglor: ....no.
Maeglin: *digs the tip of the dagger in just a little* No?
Maglor: *more firmly* No.
Maeglin: *cheerfully* Two choices left. Will you kneel for me, Maglor?
Maglor: .....no.
Maeglin: Are you sure? Although I don't know that I'd trust you. Even if I put a knife to your throat, you'd probably bite me anyway. *pets Maglor thoughtfully* It must be hard, to have to live with such pride.
Maglor: Better to be proud and free than a humble, craven slave
Maeglin: You have an interesting definition of 'free'. *presses the dagger in a little more, definitely drawing blood this time* I think I want you on your knees anyway.
Maglor: *closes his eyes and stands firm, for now*
Maeglin: *rolls his eyes* *takes the dagger away and sucker-punches Maglor in the stomach instead*
Maglor: *not expecting that, is slammed back into the wall with the breath knocked out of him - slumps halfway down it*
Maeglin: Better. Not quite kneeling, but close enough.
Maglor: *slumped against the wall, blinks and tries to focus on Maeglin*
Maeglin: I don't get why you're doing this. *starts playing with Maglor's hair again* Making me hurt you. Not that it isn't fun. *smirks*
Maglor: *still trying to recover*...get your...filthy hands off my hair.
Maeglin: *responds by wrapping his fingers around as much of Maglor's hair as he can, and yanking, while his other hand starts stroking, a slow, lazy rhythm upon himself* You're doing it again. Careful, sweet cousin mine. I might start thinking you like this.
Maglor: *just glares murderously at him, getting his breath back*
Maeglin: *keeps up the running commentary* Besides, my hands are not filthy. That look you're giving me? Now, that's filthy. *grins* Not to mention an incredible turn on. You have no idea how good you look right now. Practically edible.
Maglor: *abruptly looks away tries to stagger to his feet and shake off Maeglin's hands*
Maeglin: *eyes* Edible... *lets him get to his feet, slams him back up against the wall* If you ever decide you want to beg, the offer's still open. *licks along Maglor's collarbone* Delicious...
Maglor: *snarls* Never. *struggles a bit, but is in a disadvantageous position*
Maeglin: Something the matter? *licks up his neck* Am I not hurting you enough? *nips at Maglor's earlobe*
Maglor: ....-dark-elf-.
Maeglin: *growls and bites down hard - has managed to lose hold of the dagger somewhere along the way, but is too distracted to think about that right now - grinds himself against Maglor's thigh*
Maglor: *shivers as Maeglin bites his ear - a frantic fear of maiming crossing his mind briefly before being forcibly dismissed. Unfortunately, he has had to concede that the smith is the stronger - physically. He suspects that he can outrun Maeglin, should it come to that - but he is determined it will not*
Maeglin: *whispers* I would have been happy if you'd just let me taste you. But no, you have to make me hurt you. What are you afraid of? That I'm not as far beneath you as you'd like to think?
Maglor: *snaps head around to glare at Maeglin*...I'm not afraid of you.
Maeglin: No, you're afraid of yourself. You're afraid to admit what you want.
Maglor: ....what do you think I want, dark-elf?
Maeglin: Well, other than wanting to kill me - which you're not having much success with - and wanting me to stop - which you're not going to get until you beg for it... *licks Maglor's cheek, grinning* I think you want this. Not so much the sex... but the pain. Quite fascinating, you are. *pinches Maglor's nipple*
Maglor: Maybe I deserve a little suffering, for what I have meted out in my time. But you are presumptuous....-cousin-.
Maeglin: One of my best qualities. And when you call me cousin in that tone you sound awfully like Idril. *twists nipple some more* I wish I had some rope. You'd look pretty tied up. We aren't talking about what you deserve, though. Just what you want. What do you want?
Maglor: *quietly* I don't know.
Maeglin: That's the first time I've ever heard a Noldo admit to ignorance. Congratulations. *purrs* Do you want me to stop?
Maglor: ...I'm not going to let you win.
Maeglin: *sneers* Maybe I ought to sit you on my lap, let you ride me. I'm beginning to suspect what you really need is a good fucking, and at least that way you could maintain that illusion of control you treasure so much.
Maglor: *dirty look* Maybe if you had a Silmaril, dark-elf.
Maeglin: Is that what you are, after all? An expensive whore?
Maglor: *cold fury* I'm not a -whore-, and not Angband's thrall either.
Maeglin: No, you're just Adar's little boy. Would you kneel for him, then? How exactly did you honour and obey your father, I wonder?
Maglor: *incoherent snarl*
Maeglin: Or your Maitimo, perhaps. Did you kiss... *slow lick up the side of Maglor's neck* his wounds better, Maglor?
Maglor: ....you're -sick-. *doesn't move*
Maeglin: Is that a no, then? What a pity. That would have been a very pretty thing. *kisses Maglor chastely on the cheek* I heard he was well named, Maitimo. Did you want him, cousin? Did you long for his touch? Long to lick every trace of Angband from his skin, banish it from his memory? *murmurs* When I hold you like this, it takes that pain away from me, Maglor. Would you not want to give that gift to your dearest brother?
Maglor: .....if he asked it of me, I would have given him what I could. He....is my lord.
Maeglin: But he didn't want you? *chuckles, leaning his head on Maglor's shoulder, relaxed, a bit off-guard* Poor baby. My poor cousin.
Maglor: *mouth working, seriously at a loss for words* I'm not -like- you, I didn't....-lust- after him, if that is what you are implying.
Maeglin: You don't know what you want. So confused... *trails a hand down Maglor's chest* You say you don't want me, but you don't fight me... not really, Macalaure.
Maglor: *sharply* Don't call me that.
Maeglin: That's what he would call you, isn't it? That's what he would say... 'kneel for me, Macalaure'. And you would... for him you would.
Maglor: *eyes rake up and down Maeglin's body, lips curl in scorn* -You- are not my brother.
Maeglin: *calmly* Wasn't saying I was. Just making an observation, Macalaure. *draws out the name, smirking*
Maglor: *snorts* I suppose your father would slay you for even -thinking- in Quenya.
Maeglin: He could have tried. Your point?
Maglor: *eyes narrow* What do you want of me? *finally notices Maeglin doesn't have the dagger anymore*
Maeglin: I want to taste you... all over. *smiling* I want to hear you beg. Both at once would be nice
.
Maglor: *eyes* I cannot stop you doing the former - as for the latter, you have no hold over me that would incite me to do that.
Maeglin: We'll see about that when I get done tasting you. *kissing Maglor again, sick of all the talking*
Maglor: *tilts his head back, trying to break the kiss nonviolently*
Maeglin: *is not about to let that happen*
Maglor: *closes his eyes, finally - not resisting Maeglin*
Maeglin: *murmurs something that might be 'delicious' into Maglor's mouth and lets his hands rest on Maglor's hips, strangely gentle now Maglor isn't fighting anymore*
Maglor: *shudders* *tries to say something, is stifled, by, you know, Maeglin's tongue in his mouth*
Maeglin: *strokes Maglor's back, still gently, but doesn't give Maglor a chance to back out of the kiss, either*
Maglor: *tries to relax - not let this affect him - it isn't working, damnit*
Maeglin: *keeps up the gentle caresses, but shifts now so he can press the full length of his body against Maglor*
Maglor: *twitches as he feels -all- of Maeglin, extremely conscious of his unclothed state and his own slowly reawakening erection*
Maeglin: *stops kissing Maglor for a moment, only to shift his attention to Maglor's neck and ears* *whispers* So sweet, Macalaure. *starts to rock his hips, shivering with each movement of flesh against flesh*
Maglor: ...*going a rather amusing pink*
Maglor: ....*mutters almost indistinguishably* wrong...
Maeglin: *does not seem inclined to stop what he's doing any time soon* You feel wonderful,
Maglor: *distantly* How amusing for you.
Maeglin: Not really. *starting to speed up* Not... *drops a kiss on Maglor's shoulder, a quiet moan escaping* amusing.
Maglor: *a bit nonplussed* Well...good.
Maglor: *makes an odd squeaky noise and, if anything. blushes more*
Maeglin: *whimpers* Beautiful... my cousin...
Maglor: ....I don't belong to you.
Maeglin: *doesn't answer that* *not actually talking now, although certainly making a lot of noise*
Maglor: *leans back against the wall, eyes closed, finding the whole experience quite humiliating and more than a little arousing. Also has the nagging feeling he gets occasionally that Manwe is watching him*
Maeglin: *suddenly thrusts up hard and buries his face into the crook of Maglor's neck as he comes, murmuring something that sounds suspiciously like 'Idril'*
Maglor: *at a bit of a loss - tries to disentangle himself from Maeglin - makes a face at the mess - definitely an anaphrodisiac for him.
Maeglin: *blinks* *stumbles backwards a bit* Sorry about the mess there... *happy grin*
Maglor: *looks around for something to clean himself off on - settles for Maeglin's clothes*
Maeglin: What, I don't get to clean you off? *sticks his tongue out at Maglor and waggles it* *doesn't want to get dressed, anyway*
Maglor: *resolutely ignores Maeglin for now, seems to be seriously considering making a play for his clothes as well - especially as he's spotted the dagger*
Maglor: ....is that it?
Maeglin: Sweet that you're so eager for round two, Macalaure, but I'd like a rest first. *reaches out and pats Maglor on the cheek* Maybe in a bit.
Maglor: *scowls, puts on his leggings, and heads for the door - only to find it locked - turns to glare at Maeglin*
Maeglin: *smirk* It's a door, cousin. The handle turns, and then it opens. Unless of course, the door is locked, in which case you might have to put up with my company a little longer. Unless I recall where I put the key... and I'm feeling terribly forgetful at the moment.
Maglor: *paces the room, trying to see what else is in there (not much) - tries a side door hopefully - it opens into a smaller room*
Maeglin: *comes up and peers over his shoulder* *pinches his arse for good measure*
Maglor: *eyes the four-poster bed that dominates the room gloomily, slaps Maeglin's hand away, and checks the three other doors - one is locked, one leads to a small stone room with a washbasin, and one is...a linen closet. Maeglin can see Maglor's mind going 'well, fuck.' from here.*
Maeglin: I'm taking the bed. *smirks* If you want, you're welcome to share with me.
Maglor: ...you certainly are not. I found it first.
Maeglin: Well, then I'll share with you. Better? *annoyingly happy*
Maglor: *glares, then decides not to contest the point - goes to use the washroom*
Maeglin: *stretches out, still nude, taking up as much of the bed as possible - and over the covers*
Maglor: *re-emerges, glares once more at Maeglin, and burrows under the covers in what space is remaining*
Maeglin: *rolls over, hooks an arm and a leg firmly over the blanketed lump of Elf* Goodnight, Macalaure. *pretends to be sleeping*
Maglor: *actually does go to sleep in a few minutes - blankets over his head, a lump under the blankets*
Maeglin: *pokes lump* You'll suffocate.
Maglor: *asleep*
Maeglin: *grins when he gets no response* *hops up, pulls the blankets back, curls around Maglor, pulls the blankets over himself, and then goes to sleep*
WARNINGS: Maeglin/Maglor smut, cousin!cest, cousin!fetish, discussion of incest, Feanorians, angst, knives, angst, Feanorians, issues of dodgy consent, attempted murder, Elves, angst, angst, angst, smut, angst. >.> I think that about covers it.
Maeglin: *pouts* I'm bored. Wanna play, Noldor-boy?
Maglor: *eyes* But we've never met and I want to throw you off a cliff.
Maeglin: Yes, but you're almost as pretty as my cousin and there aren't any cliffs around here. If there were, I think Mahtan would have taken a flying leap over one already to escape what the mun keeps doing to him.
Maglor: So I take it you snuck in the back door while that woman was too distracted to hit you with someone's bedpan? *smiles*
Maeglin: Which woman? The fussy healer who can't decide whether to hit me or give me tea, the prissy Princess, or the mun? The healer and the Princess were otherwise occupied, and I distracted the mun by kidnapping Mahtan and dressing him in a corset and heels. *smirks*
Maglor: ........*so didn't need that image*
Mahtan: *wibbles*
Maglor: *sighs, gets a knife, and cuts the silly heels off the shoes so he stops wobbling, if not wibbling*
Maeglin: *leans again the wall and watches Maglor's arse*
Mahtan: *falls over* *whimpers* Thank you...
Maglor: *also unlaces the corset, mysteriously undeading* Horrible little boy.
Maeglin: Aw, but without me, you wouldn't be having this incredibly touching grandfather-grandson bonding moment. If I was capable of emotions other than lust, obsession, and anger, it would bring a tear to my eye.
Maglor: *just glares* I'm -glad- we've never met, traitor.
Maeglin: Oh yes. How dare I betray those who killed my father and treated me like a second-class citizen all my life. Not to mention my dear Idril, who passed me over for that... mortal thing. Besides, you're not really in a position to be judging me, kinslayer.
Maglor: *icily* I never parleyed with Bauglir, nor -consorted- with orcs.
Maeglin: No, he didn't have to bother parleying with you. You did his work for him without him having to ask. He did tell me these things, you know.
Maglor: *scornfully* And you believed him?
Maeglin: *giggles insanely* He would have laid Doriath to waste, sooner or later. The son and grandchildren of Luthien would not have been suffered to live, not even as thralls. But you fixed that wee problem for him, didn't you? Pity you didn't manage to get the girl as well - it's not enough that you're a kinslayer, you couldn't even do that properly.
Maglor: ....shut up, dark-elf.
Maeglin: I think you have me confused with my father. Now he had a good handle of the finer points of kinslaying. Perhaps you could have asked him for lessons. *smirks*
Maglor: *smirks* Pity he missed you - couldn't even do -that- properly.
Maeglin: Oh, I don't know. Worked out rather well for me. *stretches* Just don't call me dark-elf.
Maglor: That's what you -are-, and worse. I know my crimes. And I know I can -still- look down on you, wretch.
Maeglin: *grins* You're not all that much taller than me, cousin.
Maglor: Morally speaking. *looms ominously*
Maeglin: *snickers* I'm being lectured on morals by a kinslayer? Oh, that's rich.
Maglor: At least I realize that trying to throw babies off cliffs is wrong. *crosses arms*
Maeglin: So sure of yourself. *smirks, invades Maglor's personal space* You think the Valar care a whit for you, your 'redemption', or your holier-than-thou attitude? Besides, it depends on the baby.
Maglor: Hell no. But then, I don't care for them either.
Maeglin: Then why? To make you feel better about yourself? *strokes Maglor's crossed arms* You think looking down on me is going to improve your pathetic little existence?
Maglor: No, but it's fun.
Maeglin: You have strange ideas of fun. There are far better ways we could be entertaining ourselves. *licks lips* Most of those involve you on your knees, but don't worry, I'll find somewhere with nice soft carpet. *smirks*
Maglor: *glares* You wish.
Maeglin: What, you'd prefer to be on your back?
Maglor: *backs towards a wall, bringing the knife he used earlier up to defend himself* I'd call you a bastard, but for you it would be a -compliment-.
Maeglin: *eyes* For me? Do I get a kinslaying demonstration all of my own? *smirks* You know, I think I'm going to have to gag you. All that talking is going to get distracting. Question: do you ever shut up?
Maglor: You're the one that seems to enjoy listening to the sound of your own voice. *hisses* You're -mad-.
Maeglin: Are you surprised? You think I would come out of His tender care with my mind entirely intact? *edges forward, intent on wrestling the knife from Maglor's grip*
Maglor: My brother did. But you're not half the elf he was. *scorn*
Maeglin: *edges forward a little more* You call throwing yourself into lava sane? *smirks*
Maglor: Considering the alternatives - yes. We will not submit to -thralldom-.
Maeglin: That sounds like a challenge to me. *leaps forward, trying to snatch the knife away*
Maglor: *parries, or attempts to - nicks Maeglin*
Maglor: *hissing* -Degenerate-.
Maeglin: *mutters an old Doriathian curse under his breath, wound on his forearm bleeding* Coming from you, I think I'll take that as a compliment. *leaps foward again, this time trying just to pin Maglor*
Maglor: *is slammed back against the wall, his wrist effectively pinned - grips the knife but can't use it - starts struggling to free it*
Maeglin: *presses into Maglor, quite obviously enjoying himself* Wriggle, wriggle, little Feanorian worm. Will it make you feel better about yourself, that afterwards you can say you tried to resist me?
Maglor: *glares and intensifies struggle - but is finally forced to drop the knife* -Orc-.
Maeglin: *kicks the knife away as best he can* I'm not an Orc, cousin. You don't want to know what they'd do to you. How much they can do, and leave you still alive. Even if you beg for death. *almost gentle* I wouldn't do such things to you. You just need to learn a little humility, is all. *little smile* Are all your brothers as pretty as you, I wonder?
Maglor: Is this what you wanted to do with my cousin, orc?
Maeglin: *momentarily distracted* Fair Idril... no, she deserved so much better. Better than him. I would have cherished her, loved her... *frowns* Don't bring her into this. She isn't here. She's gone, she left me. Gone, gone, gone. *grip on Maglor starts to loosen* You know, they say the Orcs were Elves, once. Makes it kind of fitting, that you should call me that.
Maglor: *sneers* She deserved anything other than -you-. -Monster-.
Maeglin: Shut up! *shoves Maglor back into the wall, hard* You don't know me. You don't know what I might have been, if she had only loved me. But instead she mocked me, flaunted that Man of hers, made sure everyone knew... *shakes* Noldor are like animals, they look for a weakness and then they attack - just like Orcs, just like Him... *gives Maglor another shove and then lets go of him, backing up* Go away.
Maglor: *eyes Maeglin warily, then stoops to pick up the knife* You were -never- worthy of her.
Maeglin: *sulky* Neither was he. Go 'way.
Maglor: It might be best if I slew you now - for what insult you have done your kin.
Maeglin: *starts giggling again* For what insult I have done my kin? No thought, of course, for what insults they have inflicted upon me. *eyes Maglor* What, you think you're going to kill me? Think you can? *snorts*
Maglor: *crooked smile* I know what I'm doing.
Maeglin: Right. *flops into nearest chair, closes eyes, tilts it back* Maybe you should shut up and get on with it, then. I told you, I hate it when you talk.
Maglor: *hand shakes a little - he finally drops the dagger with a quiet oath*
Maeglin: *opens one eye* What now?
Maglor: I won't let you turn me into you. *quietly*
Maeglin: Hate to break it to you, cousin, but you're already a kinslayer. What difference would one... I believe it's 'mad wretched orc', or something of the like - make?
Maglor: *shrugs* It's the -principle- of the matter.
Maeglin: *matching shrug* I don't think I have any principles left. *thinks* I'm not sure if I had any in the first place. Can't really remember. *eyes* You dropped your dagger.
Maglor: *just glares* That's the difference between you and me.
Maeglin: Well, that and the fact that I look far better in leather. *smirks*
Maglor: *harrumphs* What do you -want-?
Maeglin: *stands up* Not really sure. All the things I thought I wanted... well, the ship's sorta sailed on that. *tilts head* What do you want? What's left for you now? Your family and your precious jewels, all gone. My father, my mother, my Idril... all gone.
Maglor: *shrugs* I'm not going to let them win.
Maeglin: *moves closer* Maybe they already have.
Maglor: Maybe. But I'm not going to give them the satisfaction of having me admit that.
Maeglin: Such a hollow victory. But you have to stick to your principles, right? I'm rather glad I don't have any. They seem to make things awfully complicated. *steps forward quickly and kisses Maglor, body tensing in preparation for the blows that he's sure are about to follow*
Maglor: *shrugs* It passes the time. *eyes Maeglin is vague amusement after the kiss*
Maglor: And if the Valar don't give a damn...well then. That proves we were right all along. *smiles*
Maeglin: *a little annoyed at Maglor's lack of reaction* Like I said before - there are better ways to pass the time. *kisses Maglor again, this time slipping one hand up to tangle in his hair*
Maglor: Quite a notch in your belt, would it not be. *green eyes flicker* I begin to think perhaps I should spite you this too.
Maeglin: Oh? And what are you going to do? *twists a braid about his fingers and tugs, hard* You dropped your dagger, remember?
Maglor: *smiles not-quite-sanely* Nothing. *continues refusing to react*
Maeglin: *shrugs* Whatever. *conversationally, one hand still playing with Maglor's hair* At least you're not talking so much. That's an improvement. *pinches Maglor's nipple through the fabric of his tunic* Too much clothing, though.
Maglor: *dryly* I suppose it shall serve to distress others - though I can't imagine what my father would think. *suddenly, unhappily* Mandos can -have- him.
Maeglin: *rolls eyes* Clothes. Off. *shucks his own surcoat and tunic*
Maglor: *mildly* Make me.
Maeglin: *suddenly looking very well named* Don't tempt me.
Maglor: *eyes Maeglin, then deliberately turns his back on him*
Maeglin: *growls and lunges, sending them both down into a heap on the floor, grabbing what he can and pulling until he hears something tear*
Maglor: *pulls himself up after the shock into a half-kneeling position* I'm not afraid of you.
Maeglin: Don't care. *kisses Maglor hard, tearing the tunic more while he's at it* Just want you. Takes the pain away. Helps me to forget.
Maglor: You are a fool. *stays still though*
Maeglin: *shrugs* Just one more thing we have in common. *pulls what's left of the tunic off Maglor and throws it to one side*
Maglor: *twitches just a little as the balrog-scar is revealed, along with the faint white reminders of lesser weapons*
Maeglin: *murmurs* Pretty... *traces the scars with his fingertips*
Maglor: You -would- think so. Or did you quail before the Balrogs even touched you?
Maeglin: Mine are mostly on the inside... *fascinated* *follows one of the scars down to Maglor's waistline and hooks his fingers in, tugging on the leggings* These come off now.
Maglor: *shrugs* As expected. You are a coward and that is the fate of such.
Maeglin: Yes, yes, you're better than me, we've been through all this before. *only slightly annoyed, 'coward' is hardly the worst thing he's ever been called* Are you going to take the damn leggings off, or am I going to have to 'make you' again?
Maglor: *shrugs* I remain inviolate where it matters. *amused* Do what you will.
Maeglin: *lets go of Maglor's clothing and stands, scowling* You don't want to say that to me. You don't want to know what I will. *looks down at Maglor* Although I was right. You do look pretty on your knees.
Maglor: *shrugs* I can take whatever you deal to me. I am the stronger.
Maeglin: *idly, while removing his own leggings* I look at you and I wonder how hard would be to bruise you. How hard it would be to break you. Quite difficult, I'd imagine.
Maglor: My blood is strong, mongrel. Do you not comprehend this? I have not the heart now to slay you - but you have not the strength to hurt me, craven.
Maeglin: *shrugs* We will see. *strokes Maglor's hair* Will you put that pretty mouth of yours to better use for me? After all, you do not fear me - yet you are still on your knees, cousin.
Maglor: *just raises an eyebrow, amused - sits on the floor*
Maeglin: Is that a yes, a no, or a make me?
Maglor: *quietly* I want to see how far you will go.
Maeglin: Why? So you can know how much to despise me?
*quietly* Every time you tell me that I cannot hurt you it merely tempts me more. I will go as far as it takes.
Maglor: *mildly* I will endeavor to hold myself to my brother's standard, then.
Maeglin: If you please me half as much as I heard tell your brother pleased Him... *smirks* then you'll have done well.
Maglor: *quietly* You lie. -he- never broke. -you- did.
Maeglin: Never broke, perhaps, but maybe bent a bit... *softly* I don't blame him. You don't understand, Macalaure. He wouldn't have told you. You can't understand, if you were never there.
Maglor: *quietly* He told me enough. I hope to hold myself to his standard.
Maeglin: *shrugs* So that's a make me, I guess.
Maglor: *half-smile*
Maeglin: *weaves the fingers of one hand through Maglor's hair and tugs him closer* Touch me.
Maglor: Why should I?
Maglor: You have...a passing resemblance to your mother
Maglor: *amused* But certainly not enough for me to be -infatuated- with you.
Maeglin: Just wanted to give you one last chance. *knocks Maglor onto his back and kneels on him, knees pinning down his shoulders* You just had to do that, didn't you? If I even thought for a moment it was what you wanted, I could make this good for you. I would make it good for you. But no. You're too good for that. Too good for me, is that right?
Maglor: Of course.
Maeglin: But you're still going to let me... *trails fingers across Maglor's lips* I haven't even decided yet. So many choices... don't suppose you have a preference. *a little unnerved still by Maglor's lack of any sort of decent response*
Maglor: You wish to hurt me. I understand that. I wish to...test myself.
Maeglin: I don't wish to hurt you. I'm just tempted to.
Maglor: *shrugs* I care not.
Maglor: I only thought you could help me...prove something
Maeglin: *visibly flinches* No, of course you don't. *backhands Maglor, temper flaring up* I was going to gag you, but I don't think I will. I want to hear you beg. Don't much care what for.
Maglor: *meets Maeglin's eyes unflinchingly* As you will.
Maeglin: *looks away, muttering* Don't know what you want to prove, anyway. That you're above me? Yeah, got that. All that anyone ever saw when they looked at me was my father. *stands up* Want to be tested? Then lets make the test a little more interesting. *retrieves the dagger* This proves nothing. This is nothing.
Maglor: *eyes Maeglin, betraying for the first time the tiniest hint of uncertainty*
Maglor: Do you think anyone ever saw anything more than my father in me?
Maeglin: Never met your father. Wouldn't know. Don't care. *gestures with dagger* Get naked. I know you're about to say no, and then I'll have to make you, but might as well ask, don't you think?
Maglor: *shrugs, and unexpectedly complies without a hint of modesty or particular vanity*
Maeglin: *looks him over and smirks* *kisses him yet again, the hand not holding the dagger entwined in Maglor's hair, holding him still, not letting him pull away, seemingly determined to keep this going until they both suffocate*
Maglor: *tries to breath through his nose and stay calm - his heartrate is going up fast though - he hopes Maeglin doesn't notice*
Maeglin: *wishes his other hand was free but isn't quite ready to let go of the dagger yet* *deepens the kiss, trying to press his body against Maglor's as best he can*
Maglor: *tries to push Maeglin away a little as he feels he's in serious danger of either suffocating or losing his cool*
Maeglin: *breaks off the kiss, but doesn't move away* Something wrong, cousin?
Maglor: *takes a gasping breath, snarls* -Nothing-.
Maeglin: *smirks* *dagger-hand just resting on the small of Maglor's back as a disincentive to movement* *free hand moving down Maglor's body, tracing out patterns, in no particular hurry* Thought you wanted me to test you. Haven't even started yet.
Maglor: *regaining his equilibrum* ...aye.
Maeglin: *This close up it's impossible not to notice that Maglor is not nearly as... affected... by all this as Maeglin is, which irritates him* Do as I will? *drops hand down, stroking him gently*
Maglor: *shivers - closing his eyes and trying desperately to maintain his control - Sauron in a dress, Gothmog showing off women's swimwear - but not to any real effect except to psychologically scar him further. He is turned on by this, noticably half-erect now*
Maeglin: *swiftly sinks to his knees and takes Maglor in his mouth, the mental image of the other near orgasm, begging for the release that Maeglin plans to withhold providing plenty of motivation*
Maglor: *flushes a bit* It is hroafelme, no desire of the min....ai! *suddenly goes very quiet as he is engulfed, biting his lip*
Maeglin: *would smirk if he was not otherwise occupied, putting the dagger aside so he has both hands free*
Maglor: *draws blood as he bites, shuddering quietly....*
Maeglin: *pulls away for a moment* Nothing to say? How unlike you.
Maglor: ... *curls in a bit on himself*
Maglor: *tastes a little bit of blood in his mouth - physical torture he could handle but...he's not so sure about this*
Maeglin: Didn't I tell you? Want to hear you beg. Don't much care what for. *Wrapping his mouth around Maglor again, shuddering a little as he lets one hand fall to his lap, thinking he's enjoying this far too much*
Maglor: *tries to remember something his brother once told him - just at the edge of his mind*
Maglor: ..........oh! *smiles a bit and seems to relax a little*
Maeglin: *realises Maglor's not paying as much attention as he should be* *snatches up the dagger again and presses the tip against Maglor's thigh*
Maglor: *twitches as he is nicked* *orgasms rather unexpectedly*
Maeglin: *manages to glare while choking - wasn't expecting that*
Maglor: *looks at the look on Maeglin's face* *starts giggling madly*
Maglor: *manages to regain his composure but smirks at Maeglin*
Maeglin: *finally recovers* *still glaring* Was that up to your brother's standard, do you think?
Maglor: *reflectively* He told me once - sometimes they want things that will hurt people. Never give them those. But when they want...ah...silly things, sometimes giving them what they want just makes them look even sillier. And sometimes it's only torture if you let it be.
Maglor: I imagine he took great satisfaction on coming all over some poor minion's face. Maybe the Black Foe himself...and isn't that an image. *chuckles*
Maeglin: *scowls* *switches dagger-hands and digs a nail into the little wound in Maglor's thigh* Think they had to cut your brother to make him come, too?
Maglor: *quiet again*
Maeglin: *smirks* No, I suspect your brother had more control than that.
Maglor: *trying to brush it off lightly* maybe.
Maeglin: *stands up and goes back to kissing Maglor, savouring the knowledge that he will be able to taste himself on Maeglin's lips, and adding a bit of extra fun by trailing the tip of the dagger over his back, not hard enough to break the skin - yet*
Maglor: *makes face of distaste as he is kissed* *tenses as he feels the dagger*
Maeglin: *smiles* What are you more afraid of, cousin? That I'll cut you, or that you'll like it?
Maglor: ....shut up.
Maeglin: Well I was attempting to find something else to do with my mouth, but that didn't last all that long. *stills the dagger* Guess I'll have to find something else to do with you now.
Maglor: ....*uneasy silence*
Maeglin: *almost purrs* What, no preference? You did mention something about coming all over someone's face, and although the details of that suggestion seem to be eluding me at the moment, that does sound rather interesting. Or, seeing as I was just so nice to you, you could return the favour. *starts the dagger moving again* Or you could beg me to release you. Beg me, Maglor, and I'll let you go.
Maglor: ....no.
Maeglin: *digs the tip of the dagger in just a little* No?
Maglor: *more firmly* No.
Maeglin: *cheerfully* Two choices left. Will you kneel for me, Maglor?
Maglor: .....no.
Maeglin: Are you sure? Although I don't know that I'd trust you. Even if I put a knife to your throat, you'd probably bite me anyway. *pets Maglor thoughtfully* It must be hard, to have to live with such pride.
Maglor: Better to be proud and free than a humble, craven slave
Maeglin: You have an interesting definition of 'free'. *presses the dagger in a little more, definitely drawing blood this time* I think I want you on your knees anyway.
Maglor: *closes his eyes and stands firm, for now*
Maeglin: *rolls his eyes* *takes the dagger away and sucker-punches Maglor in the stomach instead*
Maglor: *not expecting that, is slammed back into the wall with the breath knocked out of him - slumps halfway down it*
Maeglin: Better. Not quite kneeling, but close enough.
Maglor: *slumped against the wall, blinks and tries to focus on Maeglin*
Maeglin: I don't get why you're doing this. *starts playing with Maglor's hair again* Making me hurt you. Not that it isn't fun. *smirks*
Maglor: *still trying to recover*...get your...filthy hands off my hair.
Maeglin: *responds by wrapping his fingers around as much of Maglor's hair as he can, and yanking, while his other hand starts stroking, a slow, lazy rhythm upon himself* You're doing it again. Careful, sweet cousin mine. I might start thinking you like this.
Maglor: *just glares murderously at him, getting his breath back*
Maeglin: *keeps up the running commentary* Besides, my hands are not filthy. That look you're giving me? Now, that's filthy. *grins* Not to mention an incredible turn on. You have no idea how good you look right now. Practically edible.
Maglor: *abruptly looks away tries to stagger to his feet and shake off Maeglin's hands*
Maeglin: *eyes* Edible... *lets him get to his feet, slams him back up against the wall* If you ever decide you want to beg, the offer's still open. *licks along Maglor's collarbone* Delicious...
Maglor: *snarls* Never. *struggles a bit, but is in a disadvantageous position*
Maeglin: Something the matter? *licks up his neck* Am I not hurting you enough? *nips at Maglor's earlobe*
Maglor: ....-dark-elf-.
Maeglin: *growls and bites down hard - has managed to lose hold of the dagger somewhere along the way, but is too distracted to think about that right now - grinds himself against Maglor's thigh*
Maglor: *shivers as Maeglin bites his ear - a frantic fear of maiming crossing his mind briefly before being forcibly dismissed. Unfortunately, he has had to concede that the smith is the stronger - physically. He suspects that he can outrun Maeglin, should it come to that - but he is determined it will not*
Maeglin: *whispers* I would have been happy if you'd just let me taste you. But no, you have to make me hurt you. What are you afraid of? That I'm not as far beneath you as you'd like to think?
Maglor: *snaps head around to glare at Maeglin*...I'm not afraid of you.
Maeglin: No, you're afraid of yourself. You're afraid to admit what you want.
Maglor: ....what do you think I want, dark-elf?
Maeglin: Well, other than wanting to kill me - which you're not having much success with - and wanting me to stop - which you're not going to get until you beg for it... *licks Maglor's cheek, grinning* I think you want this. Not so much the sex... but the pain. Quite fascinating, you are. *pinches Maglor's nipple*
Maglor: Maybe I deserve a little suffering, for what I have meted out in my time. But you are presumptuous....-cousin-.
Maeglin: One of my best qualities. And when you call me cousin in that tone you sound awfully like Idril. *twists nipple some more* I wish I had some rope. You'd look pretty tied up. We aren't talking about what you deserve, though. Just what you want. What do you want?
Maglor: *quietly* I don't know.
Maeglin: That's the first time I've ever heard a Noldo admit to ignorance. Congratulations. *purrs* Do you want me to stop?
Maglor: ...I'm not going to let you win.
Maeglin: *sneers* Maybe I ought to sit you on my lap, let you ride me. I'm beginning to suspect what you really need is a good fucking, and at least that way you could maintain that illusion of control you treasure so much.
Maglor: *dirty look* Maybe if you had a Silmaril, dark-elf.
Maeglin: Is that what you are, after all? An expensive whore?
Maglor: *cold fury* I'm not a -whore-, and not Angband's thrall either.
Maeglin: No, you're just Adar's little boy. Would you kneel for him, then? How exactly did you honour and obey your father, I wonder?
Maglor: *incoherent snarl*
Maeglin: Or your Maitimo, perhaps. Did you kiss... *slow lick up the side of Maglor's neck* his wounds better, Maglor?
Maglor: ....you're -sick-. *doesn't move*
Maeglin: Is that a no, then? What a pity. That would have been a very pretty thing. *kisses Maglor chastely on the cheek* I heard he was well named, Maitimo. Did you want him, cousin? Did you long for his touch? Long to lick every trace of Angband from his skin, banish it from his memory? *murmurs* When I hold you like this, it takes that pain away from me, Maglor. Would you not want to give that gift to your dearest brother?
Maglor: .....if he asked it of me, I would have given him what I could. He....is my lord.
Maeglin: But he didn't want you? *chuckles, leaning his head on Maglor's shoulder, relaxed, a bit off-guard* Poor baby. My poor cousin.
Maglor: *mouth working, seriously at a loss for words* I'm not -like- you, I didn't....-lust- after him, if that is what you are implying.
Maeglin: You don't know what you want. So confused... *trails a hand down Maglor's chest* You say you don't want me, but you don't fight me... not really, Macalaure.
Maglor: *sharply* Don't call me that.
Maeglin: That's what he would call you, isn't it? That's what he would say... 'kneel for me, Macalaure'. And you would... for him you would.
Maglor: *eyes rake up and down Maeglin's body, lips curl in scorn* -You- are not my brother.
Maeglin: *calmly* Wasn't saying I was. Just making an observation, Macalaure. *draws out the name, smirking*
Maglor: *snorts* I suppose your father would slay you for even -thinking- in Quenya.
Maeglin: He could have tried. Your point?
Maglor: *eyes narrow* What do you want of me? *finally notices Maeglin doesn't have the dagger anymore*
Maeglin: I want to taste you... all over. *smiling* I want to hear you beg. Both at once would be nice
.
Maglor: *eyes* I cannot stop you doing the former - as for the latter, you have no hold over me that would incite me to do that.
Maeglin: We'll see about that when I get done tasting you. *kissing Maglor again, sick of all the talking*
Maglor: *tilts his head back, trying to break the kiss nonviolently*
Maeglin: *is not about to let that happen*
Maglor: *closes his eyes, finally - not resisting Maeglin*
Maeglin: *murmurs something that might be 'delicious' into Maglor's mouth and lets his hands rest on Maglor's hips, strangely gentle now Maglor isn't fighting anymore*
Maglor: *shudders* *tries to say something, is stifled, by, you know, Maeglin's tongue in his mouth*
Maeglin: *strokes Maglor's back, still gently, but doesn't give Maglor a chance to back out of the kiss, either*
Maglor: *tries to relax - not let this affect him - it isn't working, damnit*
Maeglin: *keeps up the gentle caresses, but shifts now so he can press the full length of his body against Maglor*
Maglor: *twitches as he feels -all- of Maeglin, extremely conscious of his unclothed state and his own slowly reawakening erection*
Maeglin: *stops kissing Maglor for a moment, only to shift his attention to Maglor's neck and ears* *whispers* So sweet, Macalaure. *starts to rock his hips, shivering with each movement of flesh against flesh*
Maglor: ...*going a rather amusing pink*
Maglor: ....*mutters almost indistinguishably* wrong...
Maeglin: *does not seem inclined to stop what he's doing any time soon* You feel wonderful,
Maglor: *distantly* How amusing for you.
Maeglin: Not really. *starting to speed up* Not... *drops a kiss on Maglor's shoulder, a quiet moan escaping* amusing.
Maglor: *a bit nonplussed* Well...good.
Maglor: *makes an odd squeaky noise and, if anything. blushes more*
Maeglin: *whimpers* Beautiful... my cousin...
Maglor: ....I don't belong to you.
Maeglin: *doesn't answer that* *not actually talking now, although certainly making a lot of noise*
Maglor: *leans back against the wall, eyes closed, finding the whole experience quite humiliating and more than a little arousing. Also has the nagging feeling he gets occasionally that Manwe is watching him*
Maeglin: *suddenly thrusts up hard and buries his face into the crook of Maglor's neck as he comes, murmuring something that sounds suspiciously like 'Idril'*
Maglor: *at a bit of a loss - tries to disentangle himself from Maeglin - makes a face at the mess - definitely an anaphrodisiac for him.
Maeglin: *blinks* *stumbles backwards a bit* Sorry about the mess there... *happy grin*
Maglor: *looks around for something to clean himself off on - settles for Maeglin's clothes*
Maeglin: What, I don't get to clean you off? *sticks his tongue out at Maglor and waggles it* *doesn't want to get dressed, anyway*
Maglor: *resolutely ignores Maeglin for now, seems to be seriously considering making a play for his clothes as well - especially as he's spotted the dagger*
Maglor: ....is that it?
Maeglin: Sweet that you're so eager for round two, Macalaure, but I'd like a rest first. *reaches out and pats Maglor on the cheek* Maybe in a bit.
Maglor: *scowls, puts on his leggings, and heads for the door - only to find it locked - turns to glare at Maeglin*
Maeglin: *smirk* It's a door, cousin. The handle turns, and then it opens. Unless of course, the door is locked, in which case you might have to put up with my company a little longer. Unless I recall where I put the key... and I'm feeling terribly forgetful at the moment.
Maglor: *paces the room, trying to see what else is in there (not much) - tries a side door hopefully - it opens into a smaller room*
Maeglin: *comes up and peers over his shoulder* *pinches his arse for good measure*
Maglor: *eyes the four-poster bed that dominates the room gloomily, slaps Maeglin's hand away, and checks the three other doors - one is locked, one leads to a small stone room with a washbasin, and one is...a linen closet. Maeglin can see Maglor's mind going 'well, fuck.' from here.*
Maeglin: I'm taking the bed. *smirks* If you want, you're welcome to share with me.
Maglor: ...you certainly are not. I found it first.
Maeglin: Well, then I'll share with you. Better? *annoyingly happy*
Maglor: *glares, then decides not to contest the point - goes to use the washroom*
Maeglin: *stretches out, still nude, taking up as much of the bed as possible - and over the covers*
Maglor: *re-emerges, glares once more at Maeglin, and burrows under the covers in what space is remaining*
Maeglin: *rolls over, hooks an arm and a leg firmly over the blanketed lump of Elf* Goodnight, Macalaure. *pretends to be sleeping*
Maglor: *actually does go to sleep in a few minutes - blankets over his head, a lump under the blankets*
Maeglin: *pokes lump* You'll suffocate.
Maglor: *asleep*
Maeglin: *grins when he gets no response* *hops up, pulls the blankets back, curls around Maglor, pulls the blankets over himself, and then goes to sleep*