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Trin Genedril: Through the Looking Glass

Beta: Ilye

chapter five

London, 2011

The flight from Prague into London had been something of an adventure. Simply getting Glorfindel onto the plane (or, as he called it, 'the great winged steel beast') was a task worthy of the Fëanorians themselves. Luckily, one of them happened to be on hand, and so the foursome eventually found themselves seated in the first class section. The flight was only two hours, but to hear Glorfindel speak of it afterwards, he may as well have crossed the Helcaraxë again -- alone, naked, and nursing a broken foot.

Though not yet a vampire, Glorfindel was still an Elf, and as such, possessed the heightened senses of his race. As a result, every sensation of the flight was felt all the more keenly, and each one produced a new round of hand-squeezing, nail-biting, cold sweats, and nervous moaning. There were five such bouts even before the plane left the ground. And barely had the seat-belt light switched off before Erestor was asking the flight attendant for another few airsickness bags -- a scene that would be repeated during the descent into London as well.

Erestor had not reneged on his intent to make Glorfindel into a vampire. True, Maglor was recovered enough to assist Erestor as necessary, but that wasn't what he was waiting for. Erestor wanted to give Glorfindel every moment of life that he was granted before taking that away. There was so much for the golden-haired Elda to adjust to in this world, fighting his own rising bloodlust as well would likely be too much to bear.

David, meanwhile, was adjusting surprisingly well to his new lifestyle. Maglor supposed that it was because of all the research that his family had done over the years. David would have known more or less what to expect, after all. Not that there weren't moments of surprise, but on the whole, David-as-vampire was remarkably similar to David-as-mortal. Which was a great relief to both Maglor and Erestor.

Once in London, the foursome took a double suite at a posh hotel, even though none of them had the slightest intention of returning to it until very, very late. The night was calling them out with the pulse of a bass rhythm, and the clubs in the Soho district drew them like a siren.

Thirst was a fetish club, one could say. It was a club Maglor and Erestor were comfortable in, regardless of the furtive glances David and Glorfindel cast around the room. The plane trip may have been difficult, but squeezing Glorfindel into the outfit he now sported had been nothing short of a miracle. But what a glorious miracle it was!

All eyes turned to the four as they entered the club; you could not ignore them. Their presence demanded attention, and hungry male eyes devoured the sight they presented.

Glorfindel's PVC trousers shone in the multi-coloured light, moulded to his skin with oil and loving hands. His chest was partially hidden by the tight, black mesh shirt Erestor had cooed over in the stores, demanding Glorfindel wear it for him. He had refused to pin his hair back, choosing instead to brush it until it shimmered like spun gold. Glorfindel wore no make-up, but his features were still striking, cautious and feral as the music called to him.

Beside Glorfindel, hand held firmly, was Erestor. Glorfindel had almost stopped the outing when Erestor had emerged from the bathroom. He could not believe the shy, quiet Elf he once knew in Imladris was this dangerous hunter with large, dark eyes and pale, creamy skin. Erestor's eyes were smudged with black, his lashes long, his lips slicked with something that made them a tasteful crimson. And when had his lover pierced his flesh! The silver rings threaded through Erestor's pert nipples teased Glorfindel, made him want to tug at them with his teeth.

But no. Since his return, they had not slept together in the carnal sense, and it was beginning to drive Glorfindel mad. Seeing his lover wearing nothing but those silver rings and the low riding, very, very short latex shorts that barely hid from view Erestor's charms made his own trousers tighter. His calves were encased in heavy boots, ending just below his knees, adding three inches to Erestor's height. It was a sight, one that not only Glorfindel had admired, but both Maglor and David.

Now the entire club seemed to be showing their appreciation for the barely-clothed vampire.

"When did he stop wearing clothing?" Glorfindel shouted to Maglor as Erestor swayed to the techno beat that played.

Maglor, dressed modestly in low-cut black slacks left unbuttoned, long-sleeved white Armani shirt fastened just above the indent of his belly, which now sported a gem that sparkled like blood in the darkness of the club. "Sometime in the late sixties," Maglor replied. "You should have seen him at Woodstock!"

David, who was chuckling softly beside his lover, was Maglor's work of art. The new vampire had been dressed in soft leather pants that hugged every muscle, cupped his buttocks perfectly, and his cock, semi-hard, was outlined beautifully. He was also topless, henna tattoos of men in obscene positions carefully painted onto the white flesh around his navel. Around his neck was a slim leather collar with a hoop to which Maglor had fastened a slender chain-link leash. When he clipped it to the collar, Maglor had nipped David's bottom lip playfully and whispered, "Mine."

"Time to hunt," Maglor purred in David's ear, and the Man nodded. They disappeared into the crowd, leaving Erestor and Glorfindel to fend for themselves.

The music blasting through the club changed then; a powerful bass line thrummed into the open space, sending pulsing vibrations through every surface. Overlaying that came a series of electronic chords that paved the way for the unlikely introduction of a whining sitar. Erestor closed his eyes and swayed to the beat for several moments, until the bass line reclaimed the spotlight and launched into a fast-paced techno beat impossible to resist. He grabbed Glorfindel's wrist and started dragging him toward the dance floor. "Come on!" he called out loud enough to be heard over the din. "I love this song; dance with me!" Glorfindel shrugged helplessly and allowed himself to be pulled into the mass of writhing bodies. He was completely at a loss as to the purpose of this -- could it even be called a dance? -- but then Erestor was rubbing against him, touching him, stroking him, and Glorfindel caught himself moving along with his love, also trapped by the seductive rhythms.

Soon, the throb of the beat and the scent of Erestor's hair, the feel of his lover's body, were his world...

David burst through the throng near the bar, collapsing onto a vacant barstool. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes shining in the darkness, and his heart pounded with the life of the man he had left panting in a dark corner of the club. His body hummed with borrowed life, with hot arousal, and Maglor's body so close to his was a temptation he was not certain he could resist in his drunken state.

He was pulled from his seat and swung around, pulled close to Maglor's broad, tall body. A new song had begun, sensuous and exotic, and their bodies swayed gently together. Maglor's arms were resting on David's hips, the elder vampire rubbing his hard bulge against the crevice of David's backside. Hot breath caressed David's ear as his lover and master spoke to him.

"Look," Maglor commanded, nodding toward the crowded dance floor where the men had parted and stood back to watch their companions.

Glorfindel, a foot or more taller than Erestor, stood golden and proud in the shifting lights. One leg had been situated between Erestor's, bringing their bodies into as close a contact as possible. Erestor had his back to Glorfindel's chest, much like David was to Maglor's, and his black eyes were closed. One of Glorfindel's large, wide hands was splayed on Erestor's flat belly, while the other one teased the rings piercing the vampire's chest.

One of Erestor's hands was coiled around Glorfindel's neck, grinding his backside into the Elda's groin. When David looked more closely, he realized Erestor's other hand was sandwiched between their bodies, and he knew by the tight look on Glorfindel's face what that hand was doing. The beat drove them both, and neither seemed to realize they were being gazed at like sensual, sexual gods made flesh. David's eyes widened as Glorfindel's hand slid lower from Erestor's stomach, idly playing with the ridge of Erestor's cock through the shiny material of the vampire's shorts.

David's own arousal swept over him again, making him short of breath and hungry for more than just blood. "I still desire him," he confided in Maglor.

Veiled grey eyes continued to stare at the lustful couple in front of them. "You should."

Erestor rested his head on Glorfindel's shoulder as he deepened his movements, kicking his legs out a bit to the bass line. Glorfindel dipped his head down then they were kissing. Dancing, kissing, fondling and loving one another to the beat of the music. The completeness with which Erestor offered himself to Glorfindel made David's heart stop.

"He's Glorfindel's, isn't he?" David asked almost sorrowfully.

The tone in Maglor's voice when he spoke was full of grief. "He was always Glorfindel's. I was just fortunate enough to borrow him for a while."

David turned in Maglor's arms, embracing him around the neck. "Now he is where he belongs."

"Aye," Maglor said, kissing David's nose playfully.

"And you?"

The sadness that had covered Maglor's face dissipated like morning fog. "Me? Why, my dear David, I am where I belong as well."

Before David could say anything else, Maglor kissed him. As their tongues duelled, Maglor walked them to the dance floor, joining Glorfindel and Erestor.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Trin Genedril: Through the Looking Glass Beta: Ilye chapter five London, 2011 The flight from Prague into London had been something of an adventure. Simply getting Glorfindel onto the plane (or, as he called it, 'the great winged steel beast') was a task worthy of the Fëanorians themselves. Luckily, one of them happened to be on hand, and so the foursome eventually found themselves seated in the first class section. The flight was only two hours, but to hear Glorfindel speak of it afterwards, he may as well have crossed the Helcaraxë again -- alone, naked, and nursing a broken foot. Though not yet a vampire, Glorfindel was still an Elf, and as such, possessed the heightened senses of his race. As a result, every sensation of the flight was felt all the more keenly, and each one produced a new round of hand-squeezing, nail-biting, cold sweats, and nervous moaning. There were five such bouts even before the plane left the ground. And barely had the seat-belt light switched off before Erestor was asking the flight attendant for another few airsickness bags -- a scene that would be repeated during the descent into London as well. Erestor had not reneged on his intent to make Glorfindel into a vampire. True, Maglor was recovered enough to assist Erestor as necessary, but that wasn't what he was waiting for. Erestor wanted to give Glorfindel every moment of life that he was granted before taking that away. There was so much for the golden-haired Elda to adjust to in this world, fighting his own rising bloodlust as well would likely be too much to bear. David, meanwhile, was adjusting surprisingly well to his new lifestyle. Maglor supposed that it was because of all the research that his family had done over the years. David would have known more or less what to expect, after all. Not that there weren't moments of surprise, but on the whole, David-as-vampire was remarkably similar to David-as-mortal. Which was a great relief to both Maglor and Erestor. Once in London, the foursome took a double suite at a posh hotel, even though none of them had the slightest intention of returning to it until very, very late. The night was calling them out with the pulse of a bass rhythm, and the clubs in the Soho district drew them like a siren. Thirst was a fetish club, one could say. It was a club Maglor and Erestor were comfortable in, regardless of the furtive glances David and Glorfindel cast around the room. The plane trip may have been difficult, but squeezing Glorfindel into the outfit he now sported had been nothing short of a miracle. But what a glorious miracle it was! All eyes turned to the four as they entered the club; you could not ignore them. Their presence demanded attention, and hungry male eyes devoured the sight they presented. Glorfindel's PVC trousers shone in the multi-coloured light, moulded to his skin with oil and loving hands. His chest was partially hidden by the tight, black mesh shirt Erestor had cooed over in the stores, demanding Glorfindel wear it for him. He had refused to pin his hair back, choosing instead to brush it until it shimmered like spun gold. Glorfindel wore no make-up, but his features were still striking, cautious and feral as the music called to him. Beside Glorfindel, hand held firmly, was Erestor. Glorfindel had almost stopped the outing when Erestor had emerged from the bathroom. He could not believe the shy, quiet Elf he once knew in Imladris was this dangerous hunter with large, dark eyes and pale, creamy skin. Erestor's eyes were smudged with black, his lashes long, his lips slicked with something that made them a tasteful crimson. And when had his lover pierced his flesh! The silver rings threaded through Erestor's pert nipples teased Glorfindel, made him want to tug at them with his teeth. But no. Since his return, they had not slept together in the carnal sense, and it was beginning to drive Glorfindel mad. Seeing his lover wearing nothing but those silver rings and the low riding, very, very short latex shorts that barely hid from view Erestor's charms made his own trousers tighter. His calves were encased in heavy boots, ending just below his knees, adding three inches to Erestor's height. It was a sight, one that not only Glorfindel had admired, but both Maglor and David. Now the entire club seemed to be showing their appreciation for the barely-clothed vampire. "When did he stop wearing clothing?" Glorfindel shouted to Maglor as Erestor swayed to the techno beat that played. Maglor, dressed modestly in low-cut black slacks left unbuttoned, long-sleeved white Armani shirt fastened just above the indent of his belly, which now sported a gem that sparkled like blood in the darkness of the club. "Sometime in the late sixties," Maglor replied. "You should have seen him at Woodstock!" David, who was chuckling softly beside his lover, was Maglor's work of art. The new vampire had been dressed in soft leather pants that hugged every muscle, cupped his buttocks perfectly, and his cock, semi-hard, was outlined beautifully. He was also topless, henna tattoos of men in obscene positions carefully painted onto the white flesh around his navel. Around his neck was a slim leather collar with a hoop to which Maglor had fastened a slender chain-link leash. When he clipped it to the collar, Maglor had nipped David's bottom lip playfully and whispered, "Mine." "Time to hunt," Maglor purred in David's ear, and the Man nodded. They disappeared into the crowd, leaving Erestor and Glorfindel to fend for themselves. The music blasting through the club changed then; a powerful bass line thrummed into the open space, sending pulsing vibrations through every surface. Overlaying that came a series of electronic chords that paved the way for the unlikely introduction of a whining sitar. Erestor closed his eyes and swayed to the beat for several moments, until the bass line reclaimed the spotlight and launched into a fast-paced techno beat impossible to resist. He grabbed Glorfindel's wrist and started dragging him toward the dance floor. "Come on!" he called out loud enough to be heard over the din. "I love this song; dance with me!" Glorfindel shrugged helplessly and allowed himself to be pulled into the mass of writhing bodies. He was completely at a loss as to the purpose of this -- could it even be called a dance? -- but then Erestor was rubbing against him, touching him, stroking him, and Glorfindel caught himself moving along with his love, also trapped by the seductive rhythms. Soon, the throb of the beat and the scent of Erestor's hair, the feel of his lover's body, were his world... David burst through the throng near the bar, collapsing onto a vacant barstool. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes shining in the darkness, and his heart pounded with the life of the man he had left panting in a dark corner of the club. His body hummed with borrowed life, with hot arousal, and Maglor's body so close to his was a temptation he was not certain he could resist in his drunken state. He was pulled from his seat and swung around, pulled close to Maglor's broad, tall body. A new song had begun, sensuous and exotic, and their bodies swayed gently together. Maglor's arms were resting on David's hips, the elder vampire rubbing his hard bulge against the crevice of David's backside. Hot breath caressed David's ear as his lover and master spoke to him. "Look," Maglor commanded, nodding toward the crowded dance floor where the men had parted and stood back to watch their companions. Glorfindel, a foot or more taller than Erestor, stood golden and proud in the shifting lights. One leg had been situated between Erestor's, bringing their bodies into as close a contact as possible. Erestor had his back to Glorfindel's chest, much like David was to Maglor's, and his black eyes were closed. One of Glorfindel's large, wide hands was splayed on Erestor's flat belly, while the other one teased the rings piercing the vampire's chest. One of Erestor's hands was coiled around Glorfindel's neck, grinding his backside into the Elda's groin. When David looked more closely, he realized Erestor's other hand was sandwiched between their bodies, and he knew by the tight look on Glorfindel's face what that hand was doing. The beat drove them both, and neither seemed to realize they were being gazed at like sensual, sexual gods made flesh. David's eyes widened as Glorfindel's hand slid lower from Erestor's stomach, idly playing with the ridge of Erestor's cock through the shiny material of the vampire's shorts. David's own arousal swept over him again, making him short of breath and hungry for more than just blood. "I still desire him," he confided in Maglor. Veiled grey eyes continued to stare at the lustful couple in front of them. "You should." Erestor rested his head on Glorfindel's shoulder as he deepened his movements, kicking his legs out a bit to the bass line. Glorfindel dipped his head down then they were kissing. Dancing, kissing, fondling and loving one another to the beat of the music. The completeness with which Erestor offered himself to Glorfindel made David's heart stop. "He's Glorfindel's, isn't he?" David asked almost sorrowfully. The tone in Maglor's voice when he spoke was full of grief. "He was always Glorfindel's. I was just fortunate enough to borrow him for a while." David turned in Maglor's arms, embracing him around the neck. "Now he is where he belongs." "Aye," Maglor said, kissing David's nose playfully. "And you?" The sadness that had covered Maglor's face dissipated like morning fog. "Me? Why, my dear David, I am where I belong as well." Before David could say anything else, Maglor kissed him. As their tongues duelled, Maglor walked them to the dance floor, joining Glorfindel and Erestor.