Gohen: Redemption

Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel

chapter twenty-one

Aman, 2011

Maedhros' hand on Maglor's was tight, as if the elder expected the younger to disappear if he let go. He dragged Maglor into the large, airy room, cupping his face between his hands, kissing Maglor with feverish need. Clothing was torn from bodies as hands touched and stroked flesh long ago memorized.

Maglor fell onto the crisp sheets, the scent of salt air clinging to the fabric. Maedhros had changed the linens, it seemed, before bringing his brother home. Maglor did not smell the spicy cinnamon he had come to associate with his brother on the sheets. His thoughts were cut short as Maedhros' lean, long body pressed against his, the redhead's tongue lapped at Maglor's throat. It was odd to be so aroused without the blood lust driving him on. He cried out when Maedhros' teeth sank into his throat, the pain intense as he was marked. He knew the bruise would be bright and deep, and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction at being Maedhros' once more.

He arched up, pressing his erection against Maedhros' belly. "I need you," he panted, squirming desperately under his brother's weight.

"As impatient as ever," Maedhros teased as he fumbled with the buttons of Maglor's shirt. "Such interesting clothing, but I like you better spread naked beneath me." Maglor's chest was soon bared to Maedhros' hungry eyes. He licked his lips as he leaned in, capturing a stiff nipple between his teeth. Maglor cried out, burying his fingers in his brother's copper hair. Maedhros sucked on the nub until Maglor whimpered in a mixture of pain and need, and then he moved to the other nipple. He lapped and bit at Maglor's chest until the younger Elf's pleas took on a note of true suffering. Only then did Maedhros abandon Maglor's chest, running his tongue from breastbone to navel, unzipping the leather that barred him from Maglor's engorged sex.

Maglor wiggled his hips to aid in the removal of his pants. He groaned with frustration when Maedhros had to stop to remove the boots still on Maglor's feet. His skin burned, and his chest rose and fell heavily as Maedhros finally tossed the clingy leather to the floor. He watched his brother hastily tug at this own clothing, tossing aside his tunic and leggings. Unable to stop himself, Maglor began to lightly stroke his cock as he stared excitedly at Maedhros.

The copper-haired Elf stood motionless, his eyes intently following the motions of Maglor's hand over his shaft. Maglor grinned up at Maedhros, spreading his legs in shameless entreaty.

Maedhros rifled through his bedside drawer, crowing in victory as he held up a small phial of oil. He climbed onto the bed between Maglor's lifted and spread legs, removing the stopper to the oil with his teeth. "You are still the most beautiful of all Eru's creations, tôren," he whispered, pouring a generous amount of the oil into his palm. He slicked the viscous liquid over his aching length; as he touched himself with his right hand, he braced his weight on his left so that he hovered over Maglor's trembling, over-heated body. He nipped at Maglor's swollen lips, his eyes half-closed as he gazed down at his brother. "I want to press your legs against your chest. I want to plunge into your body, hear you scream as I remind your body who its master is," he said raggedly.

Maglor chuckled. "You may plunge next week. At the moment, though, you must take care. I have never permitted another to have me as you do."

"Never?" Maedhros asked.

"Never."

Maedhros smiled and bent down, meeting Maglor's open mouth with his. He kissed his brother deeply as he slipped a finger inside Maglor's tight passage. Maglor gave a pained cry, which Maedhros smothered with more kisses. He moved his finger carefully within his brother, smearing oil along the quivering channel. He withdrew his finger slowly, lifting his head from Maglor's sweet lips. "Are you ready?" he asked. Maglor seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then nodded. Maedhros smiled again and took himself in hand as Maglor lifted his legs more, further exposing his entrance.

Maglor held Maedhros' gaze as the elder Elf gently thrust forward. He bit his lip, refusing to make any sound as Maedhros continued to move inward. He bit so hard that he tasted blood and gasped when Maedhros snaked out his tongue, licking at the small scarlet smear.

"I can never escape the blood," Maglor whispered when Maedhros was fully embedded in his heat. "Always the blood..."

"Shh..." Maedhros soothed, brushing a stray lock of hair from Maglor's brow. He moved shallowly at first, allowing Maglor's body to grow used to being penetrated once again. As the muscles squeezing his shaft loosened, Maedhros began to thrust more forcefully; Maglor's soft, plaintive moans drove him onward. He withdrew until only the head of his cock remained inside the velvet passage. He waited there, a small smile playing on his full lips.

Maglor opened his eyes, glaring up at his elder brother. "What are you waiting for?" he demanded sourly. He tried to press back, tried to impale himself on Maedhros' thick length. When he couldn't, he mewled pathetically and clawed at Maedhros' back. "Maedhros!"

Without warning, Maedhros plunged into Maglor's backside. Maglor's nails dug into Maedhros' back as he arched upward, a sharp, short scream escaping his lips. Buried to the hilt, Maedhros laughed quietly. "I told you I would plunge into you, make you scream."

"You... evil... cruel," Maglor said between breathless moans as Maedhros set a new, almost frantic, pace. Maglor rested his ankles on his brother's shoulders, losing himself in the sensation of Maedhros' cock piercing him. The thick shaft and smooth in-and-out motion were both thrilling and inflaming. Maedhros had been the first, last, and only one to enter him; it was Maglor's gift to the brother he had idolized all his life.

He brought their lips together, pushing his tongue into Maedhros' mouth, almost intoxicated with his lover's taste, scent and sounds. Maglor slid a hand between their rocking bodies and gripped his hard length, rubbing the clear fluids leaking steadily from the slit over the dark head of his cock. He bit at Maedhros' lip, whimpering each time Maedhros pushed into him. He moved his hand steadily over his heated flesh, his muscles tensing as he neared his orgasm.

"Not yet," Maedhros murmured into Maglor's mouth between kisses. "Not yet."

Maglor nodded, every muscle in his body straining with the effort it took to stave off his climax.

"Hand off your sex," Maedhros commanded. When Maglor did not immediately comply, Maedhros stopped long enough to grasp both of Maglor's wrists in his left hand and hold them against the bed above Maglor's head. "Much better," he said, almost slamming back into his brother's body. He gazed down at Maglor's flushed face, memorized each expression as it crossed his face, and relished the intense pressure surrounding him, gripping him with each thrust.

Tears made silver tracks down Maglor's cheeks as he struggled in Maedhros' strong, firm grip. "Please," he sobbed, hiding his face against his upper arm. "Please, tôren iaur."

"Not yet," Maedhros repeated, his voice strained as his release approached. He felt the fluttering in his stomach and the tightening of his sac, but he continued to pound into Maglor, unrelenting in his need for completion. When his orgasm did wash over him, Maedhros' back bowed, pushing his cock deep into his brother's body as his seed flooded the desperately clinging passage. He grunted, breathing out Maglor's name as the aftershocks rushed through him. Maedhros collapsed atop Maglor, the younger Elf's sobs soft in his ear. "Melethron," he whispered, kissing the cracked, dry lips and tasting a hint of salt and copper. "Now."

Maglor's glistening eyes followed Maedhros' journey down his body, the copper hair tickling a trail along his oversensitive flesh . Scorching wetness engulfed his cock; skilled muscles flexed and milked his eager arousal. He clutched at the bedsheets, his hips restrained by Maedhros' ever-present hands. His orgasm came in one massive, blinding surge, robbing him of sight, sound, and voice. He was only vaguely aware of Maedhros drinking him dry, of teasing the damp slit with his tongue, consuming all Maglor's body could offer. He floated weightlessly, basking in the warmth of his brother's presence and the sated bliss of orgasm.

Maglor was not certain when reason returned to him, but when he opened his grey eyes, he was tucked cozily under a quilt he recognized.

"Aye, it is the one Naneth made for us," Maedhros said, his voice vibrating in his chest, which Maglor's ear was pressed against. "I am sorry for tormenting you so, Cáno, but I wanted to taste you, not waste such a delicacy to sheets."

Maglor chuckled. "You are not sorry."

Maedhros was silent for a few moments, and Maglor almost drifted back into reverie.

"No, I suppose not," he said, kissing the crown of Maglor's head. "Do you miss him yet?"

The younger Elf hugged the elder just a little closer. "I will always miss him. Miss them both. But, I am yours. Always yours, and I desire to be no one else's. Ever."

Maedhros let out a long breath. "Good, because I did not intend to share you."

---

"This is home," Glorfindel said, closing the door to the modest house. "I know it is not much, but I hope you will be happy here."

Erestor moved through the main living space, ignoring the kitchen and bathing areas, and entered the bedroom. The room was large and airy, facing the sea, and the bed dominated the room. It was a heavy piece of furniture, dark and substantial. It was covered in a dark blue quilt, and Erestor could see that white sheets adorned the bed. White. Pure. That was what Glorfindel was, and he was not.

He bit his lip and turned to flee the room, but Glorfindel stood in his way, a single candle cutting through the darkness of late evening. "What is it, melethen?" Glorfindel asked, putting the candle on a nearby table.

Erestor shook his head. "I am a terrible mate, Glorfindel! While you were here, pleading to have me brought to you, chaste in your pure white bed, I was reveling in blood and sex! And when I thought life was merely blood and lust, David came into our life. What I did with him was far worse than simply sharing my body. I shared my heart with him, Glorfindel! I betrayed my promise to be yours. You were faithful while I was just dirty." Erestor's head bowed and soft sobs wracked his body. "I am so sorry, Glorfindel, so very sorry."

Glorfindel gripped Erestor's shoulders, looking down into the tear-streaked face he had missed so much. "Oh, Erestor, love, please, never be sorry. I do not care what you have done. That does not matter to me -- it never did! Do not leave. Do not leave me again. I love you. I love you so much that it burned like a fire in my heart, warming me on the nights when I missed you the most. But, now you are here. We are together! Let us not waste what is left of our eternity. Stay with me, meleth-e-guilen," he finished, dipping his head down and capturing Erestor's lips in a gentle kiss.

"Echado veleth enni," Erestor whispered to Glorfindel, minute tremors coursing through his body. "Please."

"With pleasure, pen vorn," Glorfindel replied, running his tongue along the outer edge of Erestor's ear.

Erestor shivered in Glorfindel's embrace, his heart racing with fearful anticipation. Glorfindel unbuttoned the silk shirt, kissing each patch of skin that appeared between the dark fabric. Erestor sighed and swayed where he stood, allowing the shirt to slip from his shoulders and fall to the floor. He then watched Glorfindel kneel in front of him, nuzzling his groin as he removed Erestor's boots. Erestor moaned, bringing his hands to Glorfindel's shoulders in case his knees failed him.

His socks followed the boots, and then he was there. The golden head hovering in front of his hips, his lips hovering above the prominent bulge pressing against the leather of his pants. Erestor bit his lip lightly as Glorfindel leaned forward, gripping the zipper with his teeth and pulling down. The blond Elf's hot, moist breath ghosted his erection, causing Erestor to gasp. As Glorfindel continued to unzip the pants with his teeth, his fingers easily released the button. Erestor shivered as the leather was peeled from his legs and the cool night breeze caressed his heated skin and aching arousal.

"Glorfindel," he choked out, gazing down at his lover, but the Elf ignored him, placing his hands on Erestor's hips.

Soft, warm lips kissed the hollows of his hips, tracing a path of fire down the crease where his thighs met pelvis. Glorfindel was so gentle, so slow in his actions that Erestor thought he would scream with barely restrained need. The blond Elf circled him on his knees, placing open-mouthed kisses over his buttocks and running his tongue hotly along the cleft of his backside, stopping just before that tongue could caress his entrance.

Glorfindel kissed and suckled, nipped and lapped from Erestor's waist down, but carefully avoided his weeping cock and quivering opening. Erestor clenched and unclenched his fingers in Glorfindel's tunic with frustration just before the blond stood. Erestor looked up into the sapphire eyes darkened with lust and he smiled. "Now will you take me to bed?"

Glorfindel chuckled. "Allow me a moment to undress and admire your beautiful body as you climb onto the bed, and I will be happy to do anything you ask of me, melethen."

Erestor kissed Glorfindel, thrusting his tongue into Glorfindel's mouth, tasting him as deeply as he could. Glorfindel moaned, pressing his own cotton-covered arousal against Erestor's bare one, forcing Erestor step back with a needy gasp. Black gaze met azure and then parted as Erestor turned to the bed, swaying his hips slightly as he walked.

As soon as he was on the bed, he felt Glorfindel's naked body pressed against his from behind. Strong, safe arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him against a broad chest where a heart beat rapidly. The two Elves lay on their sides, the light spooning the dark. Erestor shuddered as Glorfindel's shaft nestled in the crevice of his backside, promising remembered passions. Erestor tried to turn in Glorfindel's embrace, but the Elda held him tight to his chest.

"Nay, love. I want to hold you close, to smell your scent and know you will not disappear in a wisp of dream smoke the moment I find release," he breathed against Erestor's sensitive ear.

Erestor nodded, knowing the pain of waking from an intense dream of the mate of his heart, only to find himself alone or with Maglor, not Glorfindel. Slick, slender fingers pressed against his entrance and Erestor pushed back, opening himself to the intrusion. Two of Glorfindel's fingers easily slid into him, coating his insides with the oil, preparing him sweetly.

"We do not have to spend so much time on this," Erestor murmured impatiently.

Glorfindel smiled against Erestor's neck. "We may not have to, pen vorn, but I want to." The fingers thrust in and out in long strokes, massaging the passage with knowing movements. Glorfindel then did something only he had ever been able to do with the ancient Noldo. He crooked his fingers forward, toward Erestor's pelvis, and rubbed his fingers over an almost imperceptible little bump. Erestor bucked in his arms, the arm he was not laying on flying around to anchor himself by digging his nails into Glorfindel's side. Glorfindel grinned evilly, moving over that nub twice more, drawing frantic screams from Erestor's lips. "This is how I adore you, Erestor. Panting, screaming, and wild."

Erestor felt Glorfindel shift behind him and those devilish fingers leave his body. He took in gulps of air, his body still humming from the actions of his lover. Valar, Glorfindel would kill him this night! But, oh, what a sweet death it would be.

The blunt heat of Glorfindel's shaft pressed against his opening, nudging at the tight ring of muscle before it breached it slowly. Erestor's moan joined Glorfindel's cry of possession as he sheathed himself completely in Erestor's heat. They clung to one another, panting and trembling as the significance and gravity of the moment washed over him. They waited, their hearts beating together in the brief time before their urgency for completion overtook them.

Glorfindel used one arm under Erestor's body to cuddle him close while he took hold of Erestor's length in the other. The position Glorfindel had chosen offered two things the Elda wanted: closeness and shallow movement. The climb to the peak for them would be slow and torturous, but Glorfindel would have it no other way. He had dreamed of Erestor for so many years, ached to have him in his arms again, and he would not waste a moment of it on clumsy, frenzied lovemaking.

No, he would enjoy the clutching of Erestor's inner muscles, the feel of the dark Elf pressed against him, the soft sound he made every time Glorfindel swiped his thumb over the sensitive, sticky head of his arousal. These were their first moments together after fearing an eternity apart, and Glorfindel would not squander them.

Glorfindel thrust inside the tight confines, shallow, even thrusts that drew soft mewls of pleasure from his lover. With each push inside, Erestor's cock would twitch in his hand, a fine shiver traveling up the Noldo's spine. Glorfindel nuzzled Erestor's neck, and the dark Elf let his head fall to the side, exposing the pale, creamy expanse of his throat to the Elda. He suckled lightly at the thin flesh, feeling Erestor's pulse pound under his lips. It was the first sense of true life Glorfindel had found in Erestor since the first moment he had offered his bleeding wrist to the kneeling vampire millennia ago.

Erestor wanted deeper thrusts, wanted to be ravaged and sated. But, Glorfindel restricted their motions. A long push into his passage was coupled with a tight stroke down his length, and Erestor was caught between his need for release and his basking in the feel of Glorfindel inside him again.

Neither time nor the physical are mastered by the will, and the two Elves began to move with more need, more intent. They lost themselves to the sounds and smells of their coupling. The spicy, apple blossom scent of Glorfindel mingled with the crisp scent of lilies that clung to Erestor, and a blanket of musk mated both scents.

Glorfindel burrowed his face into the floral smells of Erestor's hair, a long, deep groan emanating from his throat as he spent himself in the core of Erestor. With the last spurt of his seed, Erestor's muscles clenched, drawing another cry from Glorfindel, his fluids christening the bed as his orgasm shook his body.

They did not move from their position. As Glorfindel's sex softened, he remained trapped by the tight ring of muscle. Their connection was sustained long after their hearts had slowed and the aftershocks had ceased. Erestor was just drifting off into reverie when Glorfindel kissed his neck, shifting so that he could speak directly into Erestor's ear.

"I spoke with Maglor earlier today when you and David were speaking with the Valar. He mentioned something that has intrigued me, but he told me I should ask you directly." Glorfindel sucked on the tip of Erestor's ear, and the dark Elf squirmed as his desire awoke again.

"And what was that?" he asked distractedly, feeling Glorfindel's cock stiffen inside him again.

"What," Glorfindel began, rocking inside the sticky passage, "is a doll-fin, and why does he laugh every time he speaks about an incident with one?"

---

David wiped at the tears on his cheeks. After a long meeting with the Valar, and the departure of his companions, David had descended the great mountain and trudged toward the sound of water. It was dark by the time he reached the inlet that led to Tirion. He had not gone in the direction of the large Elven city. Instead, he had removed his boots, rolled up his jeans, and sunk his feet into the cool saltwater. There he remained, watching the stars come out and blur as his tears fell.

He was alone.

He was afraid.

But, he was happy for his lovers. Such pain in Erestor's heart, such darkness without his Glorfindel, how could he ever not want to see the smile of pure happiness that had bloomed on Erestor's face as he was held in the golden Elf's arms?

And Maglor. To see the great Elf fearful and needy... It was wonderful to know that Maglor could feel more than distant sarcasm and bloodlust. He could not fault either of them for grabbing onto the offered happiness with both hands.

If only he had the same hope. No, here he was odd. He was a Man who did not speak the language of the Elves and certainly did not look like one of them. His eternity, secured by Erestor and agreed to by himself, looked bleak and depressing indeed.

"Suilad."

A lyrical, light voice interrupted his dark mood, calling his attention to the tall, slender form standing near him. The Elf had long, dark hair like Erestor's, but it was pulled back on both sides by lovely silver clips. The Elf's eyes were wide and a clear, shimmering grey that seemed to dance with inner mirth. The face was sharp, but not unattractive, and his lips were full, kissed with a smile. He wore simple dark leggings, light boots, and a pale, silver-green tunic that reached his thighs. David realized he was staring and looked away, flushing in embarrassment.

"Pedich Edhellen?" the willowy Elf asked.

David shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

The Elf gracefully sat beside him on the bank, folding his legs under him. He thought for a moment, and turned his smiling face toward David again. "It has been many years since I spoke your language, but it is not forgotten to me."

"You speak my language?" David asked, the shock in his voice making the Elf laugh. The sound was warm and musical, and David could not help smiling in response. "It was a dumb question."

The Elf tilted his head. "Dumb?"

"Silly, foolish," he tried, fumbling for definitions.

"Ah," the Elf said, nodding his understanding. "No, it was not a foolish question. Most of us can speak the Common Tongue, and what we do not know, we can learn quickly. Perhaps you will teach us." David blushed again, and the Elf chuckled. "May I inquire your name?"

"David," he said, offering his hand. The Elf stared at it for a moment, and David shifted uncomfortably, withdrawing his hand. "It's a way of greeting where I am from, the shaking of hands."

It was the Elf's turn to blush. "Forgive me for being so rude." He cleared his throat. "David. What does it mean?"

David smiled. "'Beloved'."

"What a lovely name. In our ancient language, you would be called 'Melda'." The Elf held out his hand. "My name is Lindir."

David shook Lindir's hand, shivering when their skin touched. "What does it mean?"

Lindir tossed his hair over his shoulder, lifting his chin a bit. "'Singer'. I can sing and play any instrument placed before me. My mother knew what my occupation would be when I was an adult and named me appropriately."

They fell silent as David gazed at the sky. He was comfortable in Lindir's presence and he was happy the Elf had visited with him.

"Do you have a place to sleep?" Lindir asked.

David shook his head. "It seems Maglor and Erestor have found... better things to think of than me," he mumbled bitterly.

Lindir rested a hand on David's thigh. "They have suffered greatly, David. Would you deny them their reward?"

"No. It still hurts, but no," he admitted.

"Come to my home. I live in Tirion, near my former Lord and Lady. You are welcome to stay as long as you like." Lindir stood up and offered his hand to David. "Come with me, David." David's hazel eyes must have radiated his gratitude, because Lindir laughed that beautiful laugh again. "I do not mind sharing my home with one such as you, meldir. You are pretty to look at, and lovely to speak with."

David flushed further, taking Lindir's hand. He stumbled as he stood, and Lindir caught him before he fell. He was inches from Lindir's face, the Elf's strong arms wrapped around him. The Elf smelled of fresh water and aloe, clean and crisp, and his lips were moist and plump. David could not believe what he was thinking!

Lindir leaned in for a moment, placing a brief kiss on David's lips. "Come home with me, David."

"Yes," David said, smiling as the weight lifted from his heart.

He was home.