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Trin Genedril: Through the Looking Glass

Beta: Ilye

chapter two

Prague, 2011

He listened as his partner of years uncounted yelled at Glorfindel. "No! Absolutely not, Glorfindel. I will not be forced into making such a decision. You are going back to Aman in the morning."

"You do not understand," Glorfindel replied calmly, his voice quieter. "I gave up my right to walk those shores. The Valar will not heed your call, or mine, any longer. It is done."

Maglor could just imagine Erestor's face, scrunched up and defiant. "They'll hear me!"

"Erestor--"

"No, Glorfindel. I will not do such a thing. I am not even certain I can! You were a fool for leaving paradise in favour of hell. Damn you for doing this to me!"

Maglor closed his eyes slowly as he heard a door slam and Glorfindel's defeated sigh. Erestor, he knew, was making a terrible mistake. How could he be so adamant about sending his heart's desire away? Had Námo come bearing Maedhros with him, Maglor would have...

He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on David's hunched back as the Man pretended to be terribly engrossed in a novel. David did not look as if he had just celebrated his thirty-sixth birthday. He was still trim and supple, as their activities the previous night had proven. But his thoughts continued farther. Thirty-six this year, forty would be here before he could blink, and death will be knocking upon the door before they knew it. It was not that he desired the Man in a solely physical way -- not any longer.

The memory of a humid night on the Grande Canal touched Maglor's mind. Making love with Erestor and David, tormenting the Man until he was mad with need... It was in that moment, with his cock deep in David's throat and Erestor's arousal drowning them all, that he had realized his heart had begun to beat for David. He had put the thought from his mind after that, continuing to only use David, allowing Erestor to offer the comfort and love he did not feel he could freely give. But now, Maedhros had released him. Searching his heart and soul, Maglor found his answer.

Had Námo brought Maedhros to him, he would have had to decline, send his brother away. His heart was now David's, a Man who had loved him regardless of his cruelty, his abuse, and his harshness. David had given up his home country, his family, his very life -- Maedhros had abandoned him, both in body and spirit.

David shifted under Maglor's gaze, glancing away from the book. Their eyes met, and Maglor watched as David's face flushed in expectation. His perfectly-sculpted lips parted as his breathing quickened, and Maglor could not help but smile at him. "You want me?"

"I always have," David said almost breathlessly.

Maglor slid from his chair and crawled to David's side on the floor, his movements fluid. David's thoughts brushed Maglor's mind, whispering of how David saw the old vampire: liquid darkness, seductive and enticing, perfection if such a thing could exist. Maglor's heart swelled until bursting under the wordless praises and cupped David's cheek. "I have a question for you, my helpless human."

"Yes?" David asked, his eyes drooping as he continued to stare up at Maglor.

"Do you love me?"

Those droopy, hazel eyes opened wide in surprise. "Love you?"

Maglor nodded. "Yes. Do you love me as you love your precious Erestor?"

David shook his head. "No, I don't. I don't think I could ever love you any more than I already do, Maglor." He smiled at Maglor, as if David had been waiting all these years for Maglor to realize what he already knew. "Erestor is precious to us both, but his heart has never been available to either of us. Now, do you love me as much as you once loved your brother?" he asked hesitantly.

In answer, Maglor bent his head and tenderly pressed their lips together. He swept his tongue over the slightly parted lips, teasing David as he licked and sucked at his lips before finally delving more deeply. Yes, his mind whispered to David's, I love you.

"I don't want to do this here," David panted, his hands tugging at Maglor's shirt. "I need you, but I don't want Glorfindel to walk in on us."

Maglor nodded and scooped David into his arms, again plundering his lover's swollen lips. He heedlessly banged into a guest room, kicked the door shut, and unceremoniously deposited David on the mattress. Under David's watchful eyes, Maglor stripped himself of his jeans and t-shirt. With care he had not before shown, he bent to unbutton David's shirt, pausing between each to place brief but loving kisses along the newly-exposed skin, until he reached the Man's navel. He grinned wickedly up at his lover before lowering his head to lave the tiny indent of David's belly. David squirmed and giggled, torn between tickle and arousal. Maglor's chin grazed over the hard ridge of David's sex, and the slick belly button was forgotten.

David's slacks and under shorts were cast away quickly, revealing his engorged cock to Maglor's hungry eyes. Without any teasing, he opened his mouth wide, his sharp teeth glinting dangerously in the light, and swallowed him in one motion. The Man's back arched up, pressing himself as deep down Maglor's throat as he could, his hands tangled in Maglor's mass of black hair. It had been a long time since lovemaking had been with a single partner; usually he was split between the two vampires, fed on as he was loved. The few times he had been bedded by only one partner, it had been Erestor. Never had Maglor alone taken him, and the Man relished the attention.

"Please," he whispered as Maglor sucked on him, the wet sounds quickly driving him toward climax.

"We don't have anything in this room," Maglor said huskily. He spat into his hand and smeared the fluid over his shaft, though he knew it would be little help. As he pressed into David's body, he reached out and soothed the pain away, replacing it with only the pleasure David felt at being filled by his love. "Yes," he hissed as his pelvis met David's buttocks.

David moaned and shook his head. "Don't do that," he demanded. "Let me feel it all."

"It will hurt," Maglor warned as he dragged his tongue from David's collarbone to his ear.

"Then let it hurt," David said, turning his head to meet Maglor's lips.

As they kissed, Maglor drew back from his lover's mind. David's eyes shot open and flooded with tears, but Maglor continued to kiss him as he remained still inside the fluttering passage. He bit and suckled at David's lower lip, caressed his tongue as he fondled the Man's nipples. It did not take long for the muscles clenching him to relax, to allow him the ability to withdraw until only the flared head of his arousal remained. He gazed down into David's darkened eyes as he slid slowly in, allowing David to feel every inch of him until he was completely embedded in the tight heat.

It was a slow rediscovery of territory they had both mapped many years ago. Their sounds were deep and true, their words raw and naked. Maglor was careful in his taking of the Man, something he had never cared to think of when he thought David's affections were for Erestor. His ruthlessness shamed him now, and he tried to wipe away the memory of those vulgar, rough moments. David clung to him, his legs wrapped tightly around Maglor's waist, forcing him as deep inside him as possible.

As his orgasm neared, the hunger he lived with constantly flared up. He nuzzled David's neck, the pungent scent of the Man's blood waking the beast in him. Maglor gazed down at his lover, still so virile and young, and again he was saddened that this would be taken from him in a matter of years.

But it didn't have to happen, did it?

"David?" Maglor murmured, nipping at the thick vein in David's neck. It was not an area they usually fed from; the amount of blood that spurted forth was frightening.

Glazed hazel eyes stared up at the ceiling as his body was repeatedly breached. "Yes?" David asked, his voice distant to his own ears.

"Will you be with me always?" Maglor was surprised at how small his voice sounded, how vulnerable he felt.

"As long as I can," David promised soberly, hugging Maglor even closer.

"I can make it forever," he whispered haltingly. "I can make you as I am." Under his lips, Maglor felt the strong, steady pulse race, no longer heated only by passion. "You don't have to decide now," he tried, but David was shaking his head.

"Forever yours? You swear?"

Maglor looked into David's eyes and saw a hurt there that the Man had cunningly concealed from them. So many had used him, cast him aside like so much rubbish, and he had expected the same from the vampires. This was a bond that he had not anticipated, one that would truly bind David to this world, and he did not want to find himself alone when Maglor tired of him.

All of this Maglor read from a single glance.

"Elves tend to wed for life, David," Maglor explained as he continued to shallowly thrust into his lover. "I would have been my brother's until the end of time had he wanted me. He chose someone else, and I am unpaired. I will not desert you. When I love, I love completely, and I will not let you go."

"What do we do?" David asked with a tremor in his voice.

Maglor grinned down at him. "You just lie there, hold tight to me, and enjoy what you feel." David still looked up at him with eyes as large as saucers, fear simmering in their honeyed depths. "Trust me," he said softly before kissing David deeply.

He broke the kiss sooner than he would have liked, but he did not trust his resolve. Moving to David's neck, Maglor bit into the tender flesh, his teeth easily piercing the carotid artery. David's mind and body flooded with Maglor's desire for him. The blood flooded his mouth, and Maglor had to struggle for a few moments to sync with the rhythm of David's heart. The richness of David quickly went to Maglor's head, much like a full, potent wine. He drank deeply, his cock twitching inside David as his release slammed into his body with a ferocity that made him see stars.

David did not come when he felt Maglor's molten seed erupt into his body. He felt woozy, almost sick to his stomach, but his shaft remained erect, still dripping unchecked as Maglor continued to thrust into him. He blinked several times, his vision dimming, and his momentary fear pushed back the seduction of Maglor's mind. Suddenly, his neck felt on fire and his backside truly *hurt*. He wanted to push Maglor away, but his limbs felt as if they were filled with lead.

Trust me, Maglor said to him through their blood connection. I love you, he whispered before the full force of his arousal struck David again. It was not that Maglor was loving him while waiting for his sex to soften -- no, Maglor was still aroused!

The pressure upon David's neck eased, and Maglor lifted his head. His lips were still smeared with David's blood, but the Man ignored the ghoulish sight. "Kiss me," Maglor demanded raggedly, his eyes pitch black like a night sky with no stars.

Without waiting for a response, the vampire pressed his bloodied mouth to the Man's, and thrust his tongue into David's mouth. David gagged as his mouth was flooded with the salt-tang of blood, but not from the smear on Maglor's mouth. The Elf had bitten his own tongue and it was Maglor's blood David now tasted. As he choked down what his lover offered, Maglor reached down and took him in hand.

On a few occasions, Erestor had given him a small taste of what hid in his mind. But they were carefully controlled moments. This was as if a gate had been opened between Maglor and David, and the Man was bombarded with Ages of memories. They flickered through his mind so quickly that he could not take stock of all Maglor had endured. Each time he tried to grasp one of them, ten more shoved it aside. His head ached, his ass was sore, and his cock throbbed with unreleased tension. Then the wave of Maglor's lust washed over him and his body became tight as a bow. He clawed at Maglor's back, forcing his pace to quicken, to become harder, rougher. Within mere seconds, he was crying out into the open mouth of his lover as his seed spattered over hand and belly, hot and thick and proof of what they had just accomplished.

Maglor's second orgasm was just as powerful as his first, and they both felt the rush of fluid as he pulled out from David's body.

"You will be weak tomorrow," Maglor said with a lisp, his tongue still wounded and bleeding. "And tomorrow night we will do this again. You are but human, so by the third night, we should be able to complete this."

David fell back against the bed, exhausted and nauseated. "We can't stop now, can we?"

"No," Maglor said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "If we did, you would die within the week."

Silence.

"I love you," David said into the quiet darkness.

Silence.

"I love you," Maglor replied, finally speaking the words he had denied them both for almost a decade.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Trin Genedril: Through the Looking Glass Beta: Ilye chapter two Prague, 2011 He listened as his partner of years uncounted yelled at Glorfindel. "No! Absolutely not, Glorfindel. I will not be forced into making such a decision. You are going back to Aman in the morning." "You do not understand," Glorfindel replied calmly, his voice quieter. "I gave up my right to walk those shores. The Valar will not heed your call, or mine, any longer. It is done." Maglor could just imagine Erestor's face, scrunched up and defiant. "They'll hear me!" "Erestor--" "No, Glorfindel. I will not do such a thing. I am not even certain I can! You were a fool for leaving paradise in favour of hell. Damn you for doing this to me!" Maglor closed his eyes slowly as he heard a door slam and Glorfindel's defeated sigh. Erestor, he knew, was making a terrible mistake. How could he be so adamant about sending his heart's desire away? Had Námo come bearing Maedhros with him, Maglor would have... He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on David's hunched back as the Man pretended to be terribly engrossed in a novel. David did not look as if he had just celebrated his thirty-sixth birthday. He was still trim and supple, as their activities the previous night had proven. But his thoughts continued farther. Thirty-six this year, forty would be here before he could blink, and death will be knocking upon the door before they knew it. It was not that he desired the Man in a solely physical way -- not any longer. The memory of a humid night on the Grande Canal touched Maglor's mind. Making love with Erestor and David, tormenting the Man until he was mad with need... It was in that moment, with his cock deep in David's throat and Erestor's arousal drowning them all, that he had realized his heart had begun to beat for David. He had put the thought from his mind after that, continuing to only use David, allowing Erestor to offer the comfort and love he did not feel he could freely give. But now, Maedhros had released him. Searching his heart and soul, Maglor found his answer. Had Námo brought Maedhros to him, he would have had to decline, send his brother away. His heart was now David's, a Man who had loved him regardless of his cruelty, his abuse, and his harshness. David had given up his home country, his family, his very life -- Maedhros had abandoned him, both in body and spirit. David shifted under Maglor's gaze, glancing away from the book. Their eyes met, and Maglor watched as David's face flushed in expectation. His perfectly-sculpted lips parted as his breathing quickened, and Maglor could not help but smile at him. "You want me?" "I always have," David said almost breathlessly. Maglor slid from his chair and crawled to David's side on the floor, his movements fluid. David's thoughts brushed Maglor's mind, whispering of how David saw the old vampire: liquid darkness, seductive and enticing, perfection if such a thing could exist. Maglor's heart swelled until bursting under the wordless praises and cupped David's cheek. "I have a question for you, my helpless human." "Yes?" David asked, his eyes drooping as he continued to stare up at Maglor. "Do you love me?" Those droopy, hazel eyes opened wide in surprise. "Love you?" Maglor nodded. "Yes. Do you love me as you love your precious Erestor?" David shook his head. "No, I don't. I don't think I could ever love you any more than I already do, Maglor." He smiled at Maglor, as if David had been waiting all these years for Maglor to realize what he already knew. "Erestor is precious to us both, but his heart has never been available to either of us. Now, do you love me as much as you once loved your brother?" he asked hesitantly. In answer, Maglor bent his head and tenderly pressed their lips together. He swept his tongue over the slightly parted lips, teasing David as he licked and sucked at his lips before finally delving more deeply. Yes, his mind whispered to David's, I love you. "I don't want to do this here," David panted, his hands tugging at Maglor's shirt. "I need you, but I don't want Glorfindel to walk in on us." Maglor nodded and scooped David into his arms, again plundering his lover's swollen lips. He heedlessly banged into a guest room, kicked the door shut, and unceremoniously deposited David on the mattress. Under David's watchful eyes, Maglor stripped himself of his jeans and t-shirt. With care he had not before shown, he bent to unbutton David's shirt, pausing between each to place brief but loving kisses along the newly-exposed skin, until he reached the Man's navel. He grinned wickedly up at his lover before lowering his head to lave the tiny indent of David's belly. David squirmed and giggled, torn between tickle and arousal. Maglor's chin grazed over the hard ridge of David's sex, and the slick belly button was forgotten. David's slacks and under shorts were cast away quickly, revealing his engorged cock to Maglor's hungry eyes. Without any teasing, he opened his mouth wide, his sharp teeth glinting dangerously in the light, and swallowed him in one motion. The Man's back arched up, pressing himself as deep down Maglor's throat as he could, his hands tangled in Maglor's mass of black hair. It had been a long time since lovemaking had been with a single partner; usually he was split between the two vampires, fed on as he was loved. The few times he had been bedded by only one partner, it had been Erestor. Never had Maglor alone taken him, and the Man relished the attention. "Please," he whispered as Maglor sucked on him, the wet sounds quickly driving him toward climax. "We don't have anything in this room," Maglor said huskily. He spat into his hand and smeared the fluid over his shaft, though he knew it would be little help. As he pressed into David's body, he reached out and soothed the pain away, replacing it with only the pleasure David felt at being filled by his love. "Yes," he hissed as his pelvis met David's buttocks. David moaned and shook his head. "Don't do that," he demanded. "Let me feel it all." "It will hurt," Maglor warned as he dragged his tongue from David's collarbone to his ear. "Then let it hurt," David said, turning his head to meet Maglor's lips. As they kissed, Maglor drew back from his lover's mind. David's eyes shot open and flooded with tears, but Maglor continued to kiss him as he remained still inside the fluttering passage. He bit and suckled at David's lower lip, caressed his tongue as he fondled the Man's nipples. It did not take long for the muscles clenching him to relax, to allow him the ability to withdraw until only the flared head of his arousal remained. He gazed down into David's darkened eyes as he slid slowly in, allowing David to feel every inch of him until he was completely embedded in the tight heat. It was a slow rediscovery of territory they had both mapped many years ago. Their sounds were deep and true, their words raw and naked. Maglor was careful in his taking of the Man, something he had never cared to think of when he thought David's affections were for Erestor. His ruthlessness shamed him now, and he tried to wipe away the memory of those vulgar, rough moments. David clung to him, his legs wrapped tightly around Maglor's waist, forcing him as deep inside him as possible. As his orgasm neared, the hunger he lived with constantly flared up. He nuzzled David's neck, the pungent scent of the Man's blood waking the beast in him. Maglor gazed down at his lover, still so virile and young, and again he was saddened that this would be taken from him in a matter of years. But it didn't have to happen, did it? "David?" Maglor murmured, nipping at the thick vein in David's neck. It was not an area they usually fed from; the amount of blood that spurted forth was frightening. Glazed hazel eyes stared up at the ceiling as his body was repeatedly breached. "Yes?" David asked, his voice distant to his own ears. "Will you be with me always?" Maglor was surprised at how small his voice sounded, how vulnerable he felt. "As long as I can," David promised soberly, hugging Maglor even closer. "I can make it forever," he whispered haltingly. "I can make you as I am." Under his lips, Maglor felt the strong, steady pulse race, no longer heated only by passion. "You don't have to decide now," he tried, but David was shaking his head. "Forever yours? You swear?" Maglor looked into David's eyes and saw a hurt there that the Man had cunningly concealed from them. So many had used him, cast him aside like so much rubbish, and he had expected the same from the vampires. This was a bond that he had not anticipated, one that would truly bind David to this world, and he did not want to find himself alone when Maglor tired of him. All of this Maglor read from a single glance. "Elves tend to wed for life, David," Maglor explained as he continued to shallowly thrust into his lover. "I would have been my brother's until the end of time had he wanted me. He chose someone else, and I am unpaired. I will not desert you. When I love, I love completely, and I will not let you go." "What do we do?" David asked with a tremor in his voice. Maglor grinned down at him. "You just lie there, hold tight to me, and enjoy what you feel." David still looked up at him with eyes as large as saucers, fear simmering in their honeyed depths. "Trust me," he said softly before kissing David deeply. He broke the kiss sooner than he would have liked, but he did not trust his resolve. Moving to David's neck, Maglor bit into the tender flesh, his teeth easily piercing the carotid artery. David's mind and body flooded with Maglor's desire for him. The blood flooded his mouth, and Maglor had to struggle for a few moments to sync with the rhythm of David's heart. The richness of David quickly went to Maglor's head, much like a full, potent wine. He drank deeply, his cock twitching inside David as his release slammed into his body with a ferocity that made him see stars. David did not come when he felt Maglor's molten seed erupt into his body. He felt woozy, almost sick to his stomach, but his shaft remained erect, still dripping unchecked as Maglor continued to thrust into him. He blinked several times, his vision dimming, and his momentary fear pushed back the seduction of Maglor's mind. Suddenly, his neck felt on fire and his backside truly hurt. He wanted to push Maglor away, but his limbs felt as if they were filled with lead. Trust me, Maglor said to him through their blood connection. I love you, he whispered before the full force of his arousal struck David again. It was not that Maglor was loving him while waiting for his sex to soften -- no, Maglor was still aroused! The pressure upon David's neck eased, and Maglor lifted his head. His lips were still smeared with David's blood, but the Man ignored the ghoulish sight. "Kiss me," Maglor demanded raggedly, his eyes pitch black like a night sky with no stars. Without waiting for a response, the vampire pressed his bloodied mouth to the Man's, and thrust his tongue into David's mouth. David gagged as his mouth was flooded with the salt-tang of blood, but not from the smear on Maglor's mouth. The Elf had bitten his own tongue and it was Maglor's blood David now tasted. As he choked down what his lover offered, Maglor reached down and took him in hand. On a few occasions, Erestor had given him a small taste of what hid in his mind. But they were carefully controlled moments. This was as if a gate had been opened between Maglor and David, and the Man was bombarded with Ages of memories. They flickered through his mind so quickly that he could not take stock of all Maglor had endured. Each time he tried to grasp one of them, ten more shoved it aside. His head ached, his ass was sore, and his cock throbbed with unreleased tension. Then the wave of Maglor's lust washed over him and his body became tight as a bow. He clawed at Maglor's back, forcing his pace to quicken, to become harder, rougher. Within mere seconds, he was crying out into the open mouth of his lover as his seed spattered over hand and belly, hot and thick and proof of what they had just accomplished. Maglor's second orgasm was just as powerful as his first, and they both felt the rush of fluid as he pulled out from David's body. "You will be weak tomorrow," Maglor said with a lisp, his tongue still wounded and bleeding. "And tomorrow night we will do this again. You are but human, so by the third night, we should be able to complete this." David fell back against the bed, exhausted and nauseated. "We can't stop now, can we?" "No," Maglor said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "If we did, you would die within the week." Silence. "I love you," David said into the quiet darkness. Silence. "I love you," Maglor replied, finally speaking the words he had denied them both for almost a decade.