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Trin Genedril: Through the Looking Glass

Beta: Ilye

chapter three

Prague, 2011

He was very tired. Erestor had been too preoccupied with Glorfindel to notice David had taken to sleeping most of the day away. The second night Maglor came to him, their lovemaking was much slower, with a purpose. Again, with the taste of blood on his tongue, David had fallen into a fitful sleep with his lover holding him close. When he woke the following evening, he was both ravenous and nauseated.

This was the night, he thought as he gazed at the dark sky outside his window. He lay on his side, too fatigued to shift, and just stared. It was truly too late to change his mind, and though he feared what this night meant, he also rejoiced that it was proof he was wanted. He was needed. He was not a replacement for a lost lover -- David Selman was the chosen mate of Maglor, son of the great Elvenking Feanáro. In all his thirty-six years, he had never felt such peace with his life.

His lover crouched down in front of him, looking as harried as David was. This was a trying experience, nothing like what he had read in books and seen in the movies. Maglor smiled tenderly, brushing a lock of David's tawny hair aside to reveal the two sets of deep punctures in the Man's neck. Oh, how they ached, and when Maglor touched them, David squeezed his eyes tight with the pain.

"I am sorry I have caused you so much hurt," Maglor murmured as he kissed David's fevered brow. "I am not certain either of us has the energy to make love tonight. Do you mind?"

David painfully shook his head. "I just want this to be over with."

Maglor nodded. "Very well."

The vampire lay on the bed behind his mortal lover, caressing David's bare chest as he nuzzled the torn skin of the Man's throat. As he opened his mouth wide, he grabbed hold of David's hands in his own and held him tight. David cried out when those sharp teeth pierced his already-sensitive flesh, making stars burst before his eyes. The pain was intense, stealing his very breath as he continued to stare sightlessly out at the night sky, the same colour as Maglor's eyes...

His vision blurred, and David did not know if it was the pain, the loss of blood, or if he was shedding tears. The sound of his heart was loud in his ears as it fought desperately to beat, to replenish the blood Maglor greedily consumed. His eyes felt heavy suddenly, and he was very cold -- he could no longer feel Maglor's arms around him and panic seeped into his chilled veins. Finally his eyes closed, his mind lost in the syrupy blackness of impending death.

"Maglor!"

The vampire lifted his head, crimson dripping from his open mouth. He was bloated from two days of excessive feeding, and it took much for him to have drunk so much this final night. The white sheets were sopping with the blood he had not been able to swallow, and his pale skin was streaked with David's blood. Erestor towered over the bed, his dark eyes wide with disgusted shock as he gazed down on the scene.

"Leave us, Erestor!" Maglor shouted back, his voice wet and guttural. "This does not involve you."

"The hell it doesn't," the younger vampire shot back. "What the fuck have you done?" Erestor asked as he looked at David's frightening pallor.

"What you refuse to do for your own love," Maglor accused, glaring at Glorfindel in the doorway. "I will not lose David as you are willing to lose Glorfindel, you thick-headed ass!"

Erestor shook his head as he took a step back. "This is wrong!"

"Only to your warped mind, Erestor," Maglor snapped as he ripped his wrist open and pressed the bleeding wound to David's parted lips. "This is what love truly does, my lonely friend." He gazed lovingly down at the Man who weakly swallowed the coppery fluid. "You are willing to damn your own soul even further to keep them at your side. I pity Glorfindel that you cannot feel as I feel for David." Maglor spared Erestor a glance with eyes that shone with his sympathy for the doomed Noldo.

Glorfindel came closer, his eyes intent on the half-naked Man that clung to Maglor's trembling arm. "This is what Erestor would have to do?"

Pain shadowed Maglor's face, but still he did not snatch his wrist away. "In a fashion. David is a human; you are an Elf. It would take less time for you as well as drastic measures to ensure your body did not heal too quickly."

"No," Erestor said firmly, his eyes riveted on David. "I will not do it, Maglor."

"Then I will!" the elder vampire screamed. "Stop being so noble! Either it is done or he disappears. Gods help me, Erestor, but you are being stupid. They gave you back your heart's desire and you are willing to kill him, justified by your warped logic." He turned his fiery eyes to David and yanked his arm away. "Enough, David!" he panted angrily.

David's eyes fluttered as he muttered in his restless sleep, if that was what it could be called. "What is wrong with him? Glorfindel asked, now at the bedside.

"He will die, just as I did," Erestor said softly. "Is this what you want, Glorfindel?" he asked, turning tortured eyes to his lover. "Do you want me to make you as we are?"

Glorfindel's smile was blinding. "Of course, you oaf. I would not have come back if I had not been prepared for that fate. So long as I am by your side, I can endure any hell as if it were heaven."

With a heavy sigh, Erestor bowed his head and let his shoulders slump. "Very well. When Maglor is strong enough to assist in this fiasco you both insist upon, then we will change you." He scanned the bed again, the blood still bright on the sheets while Maglor lay spent and David thrashed in his arms. "I suppose we should at least clean this mess up."

Maglor shook his head tiredly. "You don't have to do that."

Glorfindel bent over Maglor's prone form, smiling broadly as he kissed his old friend's cheek. "If we had to, meldir, I do not believe Erestor would have offered."

"Brat," Maglor breathed as his eyes closed and his breathing deepened. Glorfindel thought it sweet that Maglor's arm still remained around David, holding the dying Man close to him.

"Glorfindel, would you please run a bath that is barely warm? They are both still bleeding and a hot bath would cause them to bleed more. I would rather put them in ice water for doing this behind my back, though," Erestor grumbled as he tugged at what little clothing the two lovers had worn.

It took them almost two hours to bathe Maglor and David, patch up their wounds, and to dress them in simple sleeping trousers. While Glorfindel had tended to them, Erestor had stripped the bed, scrubbed at the stains until only pale pinkness was left behind, and then turned the mattress. As Glorfindel carried David in, the Man looking slightly less gory with the blood washed from his body and bandages covering his wounds, Erestor tossed the pillows on the freshly made bed.

"I doubt they would appreciate the fact that I am using our best sheets," Erestor commented as he went to retrieve Maglor from the chaise in the bathroom.

Glorfindel shook his head. "Have you spent these past centuries keeping account of all you have so selflessly offered to Maglor?" he asked, drawing the thick comforter over the sleeping pair.

Erestor glared at Glorfindel. "I do not keep account of anything." He pinched the bridge of his nose, fatigue pulling at him. "I am just tired."

"Come with me to our room, then," Glorfindel said quietly, taking Erestor's hand in his. "Let us leave them to rest. Come with me into our bathroom and bathe with me. Brush my hair as I have longed to have you do. Kiss my throat sweetly as you wrap your arms around me and hold me tight. Love me, Erestor, and wipe that dour expression from your beautiful face."

"Such simple things you ask of me," Erestor said in wonder. "Why not ask for me to take you to bed? Why not demand to pound into my body with the zealous need I can feel boiling just under your skin?"

Glorfindel leaned in and kissed Erestor, briefly tasting the vampire's lips. "Because we have an eternity for me to do such things."

Erestor smiled up at his lover. "I suppose you are right." He cupped Glorfindel's cheek, kissing him again. "I love you."

They embraced, crushing one another in their relief at having the chance to be together once more. "I love you, too, Erestor. Forever."


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Trin Genedril: Through the Looking Glass Beta: Ilye chapter three Prague, 2011 He was very tired. Erestor had been too preoccupied with Glorfindel to notice David had taken to sleeping most of the day away. The second night Maglor came to him, their lovemaking was much slower, with a purpose. Again, with the taste of blood on his tongue, David had fallen into a fitful sleep with his lover holding him close. When he woke the following evening, he was both ravenous and nauseated. This was the night, he thought as he gazed at the dark sky outside his window. He lay on his side, too fatigued to shift, and just stared. It was truly too late to change his mind, and though he feared what this night meant, he also rejoiced that it was proof he was wanted. He was needed. He was not a replacement for a lost lover -- David Selman was the chosen mate of Maglor, son of the great Elvenking Feanáro. In all his thirty-six years, he had never felt such peace with his life. His lover crouched down in front of him, looking as harried as David was. This was a trying experience, nothing like what he had read in books and seen in the movies. Maglor smiled tenderly, brushing a lock of David's tawny hair aside to reveal the two sets of deep punctures in the Man's neck. Oh, how they ached, and when Maglor touched them, David squeezed his eyes tight with the pain. "I am sorry I have caused you so much hurt," Maglor murmured as he kissed David's fevered brow. "I am not certain either of us has the energy to make love tonight. Do you mind?" David painfully shook his head. "I just want this to be over with." Maglor nodded. "Very well." The vampire lay on the bed behind his mortal lover, caressing David's bare chest as he nuzzled the torn skin of the Man's throat. As he opened his mouth wide, he grabbed hold of David's hands in his own and held him tight. David cried out when those sharp teeth pierced his already-sensitive flesh, making stars burst before his eyes. The pain was intense, stealing his very breath as he continued to stare sightlessly out at the night sky, the same colour as Maglor's eyes... His vision blurred, and David did not know if it was the pain, the loss of blood, or if he was shedding tears. The sound of his heart was loud in his ears as it fought desperately to beat, to replenish the blood Maglor greedily consumed. His eyes felt heavy suddenly, and he was very cold -- he could no longer feel Maglor's arms around him and panic seeped into his chilled veins. Finally his eyes closed, his mind lost in the syrupy blackness of impending death. "Maglor!" The vampire lifted his head, crimson dripping from his open mouth. He was bloated from two days of excessive feeding, and it took much for him to have drunk so much this final night. The white sheets were sopping with the blood he had not been able to swallow, and his pale skin was streaked with David's blood. Erestor towered over the bed, his dark eyes wide with disgusted shock as he gazed down on the scene. "Leave us, Erestor!" Maglor shouted back, his voice wet and guttural. "This does not involve you." "The hell it doesn't," the younger vampire shot back. "What the fuck have you done?" Erestor asked as he looked at David's frightening pallor. "What you refuse to do for your own love," Maglor accused, glaring at Glorfindel in the doorway. "I will not lose David as you are willing to lose Glorfindel, you thick-headed ass!" Erestor shook his head as he took a step back. "This is wrong!" "Only to your warped mind, Erestor," Maglor snapped as he ripped his wrist open and pressed the bleeding wound to David's parted lips. "This is what love truly does, my lonely friend." He gazed lovingly down at the Man who weakly swallowed the coppery fluid. "You are willing to damn your own soul even further to keep them at your side. I pity Glorfindel that you cannot feel as I feel for David." Maglor spared Erestor a glance with eyes that shone with his sympathy for the doomed Noldo. Glorfindel came closer, his eyes intent on the half-naked Man that clung to Maglor's trembling arm. "This is what Erestor would have to do?" Pain shadowed Maglor's face, but still he did not snatch his wrist away. "In a fashion. David is a human; you are an Elf. It would take less time for you as well as drastic measures to ensure your body did not heal too quickly." "No," Erestor said firmly, his eyes riveted on David. "I will not do it, Maglor." "Then I will!" the elder vampire screamed. "Stop being so noble! Either it is done or he disappears. Gods help me, Erestor, but you are being stupid. They gave you back your heart's desire and you are willing to kill him, justified by your warped logic." He turned his fiery eyes to David and yanked his arm away. "Enough, David!" he panted angrily. David's eyes fluttered as he muttered in his restless sleep, if that was what it could be called. "What is wrong with him? Glorfindel asked, now at the bedside. "He will die, just as I did," Erestor said softly. "Is this what you want, Glorfindel?" he asked, turning tortured eyes to his lover. "Do you want me to make you as we are?" Glorfindel's smile was blinding. "Of course, you oaf. I would not have come back if I had not been prepared for that fate. So long as I am by your side, I can endure any hell as if it were heaven." With a heavy sigh, Erestor bowed his head and let his shoulders slump. "Very well. When Maglor is strong enough to assist in this fiasco you both insist upon, then we will change you." He scanned the bed again, the blood still bright on the sheets while Maglor lay spent and David thrashed in his arms. "I suppose we should at least clean this mess up." Maglor shook his head tiredly. "You don't have to do that." Glorfindel bent over Maglor's prone form, smiling broadly as he kissed his old friend's cheek. "If we had to, meldir, I do not believe Erestor would have offered." "Brat," Maglor breathed as his eyes closed and his breathing deepened. Glorfindel thought it sweet that Maglor's arm still remained around David, holding the dying Man close to him. "Glorfindel, would you please run a bath that is barely warm? They are both still bleeding and a hot bath would cause them to bleed more. I would rather put them in ice water for doing this behind my back, though," Erestor grumbled as he tugged at what little clothing the two lovers had worn. It took them almost two hours to bathe Maglor and David, patch up their wounds, and to dress them in simple sleeping trousers. While Glorfindel had tended to them, Erestor had stripped the bed, scrubbed at the stains until only pale pinkness was left behind, and then turned the mattress. As Glorfindel carried David in, the Man looking slightly less gory with the blood washed from his body and bandages covering his wounds, Erestor tossed the pillows on the freshly made bed. "I doubt they would appreciate the fact that I am using our best sheets," Erestor commented as he went to retrieve Maglor from the chaise in the bathroom. Glorfindel shook his head. "Have you spent these past centuries keeping account of all you have so selflessly offered to Maglor?" he asked, drawing the thick comforter over the sleeping pair. Erestor glared at Glorfindel. "I do not keep account of anything." He pinched the bridge of his nose, fatigue pulling at him. "I am just tired." "Come with me to our room, then," Glorfindel said quietly, taking Erestor's hand in his. "Let us leave them to rest. Come with me into our bathroom and bathe with me. Brush my hair as I have longed to have you do. Kiss my throat sweetly as you wrap your arms around me and hold me tight. Love me, Erestor, and wipe that dour expression from your beautiful face." "Such simple things you ask of me," Erestor said in wonder. "Why not ask for me to take you to bed? Why not demand to pound into my body with the zealous need I can feel boiling just under your skin?" Glorfindel leaned in and kissed Erestor, briefly tasting the vampire's lips. "Because we have an eternity for me to do such things." Erestor smiled up at his lover. "I suppose you are right." He cupped Glorfindel's cheek, kissing him again. "I love you." They embraced, crushing one another in their relief at having the chance to be together once more. "I love you, too, Erestor. Forever."