Only Half-Related by chrissystriped

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Chapter Two

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“You made this yourself?”

Maitimo nodded nervously as his grandfather turned the brooch between his fingers, regarding it with a professional eye. It was the image of a swallow, copper wire bent in intricate curls and gemmed with red stones that seemed to glow gently in an inner fire. Mahtan smiled at him.

“You are good. If you ever wish to leave that cold rock your father calls a fortress, I’d gladly give you a place among my people – and not just because you are my grandson.”

Maitimo bowed his head.

“Thank you, haru, but I can’t leave my father. He would see it as betrayal. Please understand.”

Mahtan nodded slowly, his face serious.

“Your mother misses you and your brothers”, he said. “But it’s not my business.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here. I miss her, too.”

“And Findekáno? Is he going to honour us with a visit?”

Mahtan winked lewdly at him and Maitimo blushed.

“He is my friend, haru!” Of course Mahtan had noticed that Findekáno always visited him when he was here and had come to the wrong conclusion. “Just a friend.”

Mahtan laughed. “Fine. I was wrong about that and Findekáno is simply your best friend. But who are you thinking of when you stare into space?”

Maitimo imagined how the amusement in Mahtan’s eyes would vanish, if he told him who he shared – had shared – his bed with. He hadn’t seen Nolofinwe since Feanáro had drawn his sword on him and been exiled to Formenos for it. He hadn’t dared to write him. Not just because he wasn’t sure what Nolofinwe thought of him now, but because his father’s eyes always flashed whenever he received a letter from Findekáno. He didn’t want to think of how he’d react if Nolofinwe wrote him. He’d probably think Maitimo was collaborating with his half-brother to get rid of him for good – his father had become very paranoid. He had always insisted on leaving no doubt that he was second in line for the throne, but by now he saw a conspiracy to sunder him and Finwe behind every whisper. The fact that Nolofinwe reigned in Tirion because Finwe had gone with them to Formenos didn’t make it better. He sighed.

“It’s better you don’t know, haru.”

 

Nerdanel couldn’t hide her surprise about his visit and Nolofinwe wondered if it had really been a good idea to come. Findekáno had gotten a letter from Maitimo that he was visiting his mother and Anaire had decided to come with him. She and Nerdanel were good friends and she saw her far too seldom. Nolofinwe had in their eyes no sensible reason to be here and... maybe Maitimo didn’t even want to see him. He had not received word from him in all the time that he had moved to the north. Not a single line.

Nolofinwe had tried to fill the emptiness he had left by meeting again with strangers, but after he had shared this with someone he knew well, it wasn’t as fulfilling as it had been. He wanted Maitimo. He only didn’t know, if Maitimo wanted him. He hoped, he could clear that up at this visit.

Findekáno had vanished immediately after they had been shown to their guest rooms – to find Maitimo, he supposed. Nolofinwe didn’t expect them to show up again soon. He spent an hour with tea and cake, Mahtan involved him in a conversation about the last project Finwe had launched before he had followed Feanáro into exile. They would furnish all streets in Tirion with the lamps his brother had invented and Mahtan’s smiths were commissioned to forge the casings.

Nolofinwe forced himself to concentrate on the conversation, although he had half an eye on the door the whole time, hoping Maitimo would come in. But maybe it would be better if they met first in private. What he had to tell him, he couldn’t say in front of his wife.

 

Maitimo opened the door and looked into Findekáno’s smiling face.

“Hello, cousin!”

“Findekáno!” They embraced each other laughing. “I’m so glad to see you!”

He had hoped his friend would find the time to visit him in the weeks he was here. Findekáno squeezed him so tight his ribs creaked.

“I’m so happy, too, Russandol.”

Maitimo closed the door behind them.

“You look as if you jumped off your horse and came directly to me. Do you want to change first?”

Findekáno shook his head. “Mother and father came, too, I wanted to prevent that I’ll be urged to have tea with my parents and Mahtan and your mother, so I slipped away right after arriving.”

“Your father is here?”

He wasn’t so surprised about Anaire, she was good friends with his mother, but Nolofinwe?

“Yes, exactly. I can’t explain it either. He said, if his whole family leaves Tirion... Turgon and Elenwe are in Valmar, visiting her family and Aredhel vanished to somewhere – probably hunting with your brother... he doesn’t want to be left behind alone. So he came along.”

Findekáno shrugged. Maitimo tried to hide the happy smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was here because of him. It had to be so!

 

Nolofinwe had waited impatiently until he saw Findekáno walk into his room to be sure that he could catch Maitimo alone. They’d been here for a few days, but Maitimo and Findekáno stuck together every minute of the day. Not that he could blame them, they’d always been inseparable, but just now it was a little inconvenient. He needed to talk to Maitimo. They had an hour until they were expected at dinner.

“Come in?” Maitimo motioned at an armchair. Nolofinwe saw that his hand was trembling. “Findekáno wondered why you came with them”, he added haltingly. “Are you... here for me?”

“I know it surprised him and Anaire, I didn’t even have a good explanation.” Nolofinwe sighed. “But I had to see you. Are you angry with me?”

“Me with you?” Maitimo stared at him in surprise. “After what my father did, I thought you maybe don’t want to have anything to do with me. I didn’t know how to reach you. I couldn’t write, that would have been noticed and father doesn’t even like to see that I’m still friends with Findekáno.”

Nolofinwe laid his hand on his arm.

“It’s fine. I know. I’m not angry with you. And I won’t hold a grudge against Feanáro. I told the Valar as much and I will repeat it when the time comes.”

“I missed you, Nolofinwe”, Maitimo blurted out.

There was so much longing in his eyes – a longing, maybe for something he couldn’t give him. He hesitated but he couldn’t lie to him.

“I missed you, too, Maitimo... Nelyafinwe.”

Maitimo sighed relieved.

“I’m so happy to hear that.” Then he straightened and cocked his eyebrow at him, a smile coming to his lips. “Are you here for that.”

Nolofinwe felt heat rush to his face.

“Yes, that, too”, he answered and Maitimo grinned wickedly. Nolofinwe kissed each of his fingertips as he held them to his lips. “How nice. My servant ached for me.”

Nolofinwe shuddered, arousal sliding up the insides of his thighs.

“Not now”, he said reluctantly. “We are expected for dinner and...”

Maitimo nodded. “Of course, I didn’t intend... Meet me an hour after the mingling on the attic of the annex.” Maitimo looked very pleased with himself. “I have to show you something.”

“That sounds... promising.”

“Oh, it is.” Maitimo chuckled. He sat down on the armrest of his seat, gripping his hair until it hurt and leaned down until his lips almost touched his ear. Nolofinwe shuddered.

“I’m going to remind you that you are a servant – my servant”, Nelyafinwe whispered, “despite you reigning in my grandfather’s stead.”

Nolofinwe moaned when he licked his ear and his free hand slid between his thighs, stroking his growing erection. He whimpered when Maitimo suddenly let go. He felt embarrassed of how quickly Maitimo could bring him to wanting to submit to him.

“You should get ready for dinner now, Nolofinwe.”

Maitimo winked at him and accompanied him to the door, he patted his ass in sending him off.

 

Nolofinwe had left Anaire in conversation with Nerdanel, he had excused himself by saying he needed some fresh air before going to bed. The windows of the annex were dark but when he pushed against the door it opened for him. He knew that the building held the apprentices’ rooms and tiptoed up the stairs as silently as he could. Through the cracks of the door to the attic fell lamp light. Nolofinwe knocked and whispered: “Maitimo? It’s me.”

Maitimo opened the door, beaming with happiness.

“Take a look.” Maitimo let him in with a wave of his hand. “You’ll be amazed.”

Nolofinwe held his breath.

“What is this?”

The inn where they met didn’t ask questions but it were normal rooms. Everyone had to bring their own equipment. This was... Maitimo laughed.

“A few of Mahtan’s assistants furnished the room, they are like us. I... might have made a joke about ropes and knots, when I was drinking with them, and one of them got it. We won’t be disturbed here.”

He locked the door and an excited shudder ran down Nolofinwe’s spine, although he left the key in the lock. Without another word he knelt to Nelyafinwe. The prince lifted his chin and gave him a heated gaze, his thumb slid over Nolofinwe’s lower lip.

“Strip, núro.”

Nolofinwe obeyed quickly.

“And now...” The prince pushed him against one of the wooden support beams and kissed him passionately. “...I want to see that you haven’t forgotten your place.”

Nelyafinwe put leather handcuffs around his wrists and fixed them to a hook in the beam. Nolofinwe’s body was stretched, he stood on tiptoe, his back leaned against the beam so he didn’t lose his balance and soon he was in need of that. Nolofinwe moaned when Prince Nelyafinwe squeezed his nipple.

“You might reign in Tirion, but here you are my servant, here you serve my pleasure alone – although we both know that you will enjoy to be put in your rightful place. I’m going to satisfy my desire on you now and I don’t want to hear a word of begging from you, núro.” The prince hadn’t stopped playing with his nipple, while he spoke. Tweaking and twirling and tugging on it. Nolofinwe’s breath was quickening. “Neither to stop me, nor to beg for release. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, my prince”, Nolofinwe whimpered, his nipple sent sharp pain through his chest and made something inside him glow. Yes, he who reigned in Finwe’s stead wished nothing more than to go to his knees and worship Nelyafinwe.

The prince licked his pulsing, burning nipple while his fingers locked around the other. Tears came to Nolofinwe’s eyes, his breath hitched and Nelyafinwe turned his eyes up to look at him, a glitter in his eyes that made him shiver.

“I like you like this”, Nelyafinwe said after a while, catching his tear on a fingertip and licking it off, then he went to his knees before him. Nolofinwe looked down surprised and the prince smiled wickedly. “Oh, that’s just to reach some tender skin.”

He pushed his legs apart and licked the skin on the inside of his thigh before sucking hard at it. Nolofinwe leaned his head against the beam and closed his eyes, the sharp pain of being marked shot straight to his loins. Nelyafinwe’s lips moved up a little before latching on his skin again. Nolofinwe’s cock throbbed. So close... but his prince was very careful not to touch it, only continued to suck bruises under his skin.

“You are mine”, whispered Nelyafinwe, his breath caressed Nolofinwe’s arousal. He bit his lip to hold back a plea. Nelyafinwe caressed the marks he had left and stood up. “Oh, I wish your courtiers could see you now, núro. Covered in my marks and so aroused by it.” Nolofinwe flinched and moaned when he flicked his bruised nipple. “Eager to debase yourself for your prince.”

Nelyafinwe rubbed his arousal against his thigh, but he stood at an angle that meant Nolofinwe’s cock was untouched. Nolofinwe shuddered as he caressed his sweaty chest and belly and whimpered when the hand stopped above his erection.

“You want it so much”, Nelyafinwe whispered into his ear. “I can hear it in your racing heart, your ragged breath. You can think of nothing else. But this...”, Nolofinwe gasped when he squeezed the tip of his cock between thumb and forefinger. “This is mine. It doesn’t matter as long as it isn’t serving my pleasure.” Nelyafinwe’s grip became gentler, almost a caress and Nolofinwe’s muscles quivered as he tried to not thrust into his hand. “You are lucky that I like to see you so aroused. Or maybe it is mishap... we have all night.”

Nelyafinwe turned him around so he stood with his face to the post and slid his finger up his cleft.

“Very good, núro", the prince said when he felt the oil there and kissed his neck.

His prince’s cock breached him without further delay and Nolofinwe tried not to tense, a whimper leaving his throat. His body struggled to adjust to the intrusion while Nelyafinwe fucked him, first with slow, shallow thrusts that soon became deeper. A painful burning and then an explosion of pleasure when Nelyafinwe angled his hips just so and hit his prostate. Nolofinwe cried out. At first he had worried that they might be heard, but these thoughts had vanished from his thought. He didn’t care if the whole house heard that Nelyafinwe was fucking him!

The prince came deep inside him, leaning heavily against him to catch his breath, his hands slowly stroked his sides. After a while he pulled out, warm wetness ran down Nolofinwe’s thighs, and unhooked the shackles.

“On your knees and follow me.”

Nelyafinwe sat down on a well-worn couch and Nolofinwe followed him whimpering, every motion made his neglected arousal sway painfully. Nelyafinwe grinned at him.

“What would you do, if I’d dismiss you right now, I wonder?”

Nolofinwe bit his tongue to stop himself from pleading.

“If it is what you desire, my prince, I’ll endure it gladly.”

“Gladly?” Nelyafinwe laughed. “Laying it on a bit thick, núro?”

Nolofinwe felt himself blush.

“I...”

Nelyafinwe laid his finger on his lips. “Relax. With what, do you think, could you earn your release?”

Nolofinwe wondered what Nelyafinwe would like to do with him – and hoped in a corner of his mind that it wouldn’t leave any more marks that would be hard to explain to his wife – but he answered: “By devoting myself to giving you pleasure, my prince.”

“Not bad, núro.” Nelyafinwe petted his cheek. “Over my lap.”

It took all of Nolofinwe’s self-control not to thrust against his prince’s thigh, his muscles trembled from the strain.

“I missed this so much”, Nelyafinwe said while slowly kneading his buttocks.

“Me, too”, Nolofinwe answered huskily and Nelyafinwe laughed.

“Oh, that I can feel.”

Two of his fingers slid inside him and Nolofinwe groaned. He was drenched in sweat and didn’t know how long he would be able to hold back. But he didn’t beg, he hadn’t forgotten Nelyafinwe’s order.

“I love it when you obey me and especially when it stretches your limits, my núro”, Nelyafinwe murmured and kissed his shoulder.

His fingers found his prostate again and Nolofinwe jerked against him. He was so aroused it was nearly painful and at the same time it felt so incredibly good.

“Yes, I know.” The smile in Nelyafinwe’s voice was clearly audible. “But I’m not yet ready again and you don’t want to put your pleasure above mine, do you?”

“No, my prince, of course not”, Nolofinwe whimpered.

He gasped when his prince pulled his fingers out and smacked his buttock. The slaps came quickly, only interrupted when Nelyafinwe kneaded his heated skin. Every slap made him jerk forward, his arousal rubbing against Nelyafinwe’s thigh and Nolofinwe cried out desperately with each one. He mustn’t! Not yet! Finally, he was trembling, his backside pulsing in a hot fire, Nelyafinwe stopped.

“I permit you now to prove to me how much you want me, núro. Ride me.”

While Nolofinwe scrambled up with trembling limbs, Nelyafinwe got rid of his trousers, his cock jutting up proudly. Nolofinwe licked his lips and straddled him, his prince made a pleased sound when he lead his cock to his entrance. Nolofinwe shivered blissfully as he slowly impaled himself on his prince’s arousal. The hot throbbing of his backside flared up when he started to move on him, adding to his arousal.

Nolofinwe braced himself on Nelyafinwe’s shoulders and picked up speed. At other times he would have been ashamed by the sounds that came from his mouth, but not now, not here. Not when his prince wanted him like this. His prince watched him from half-closed eyes, his head leaned back, cheeks flushed and his hair fanned out around him, copper and brass and cinnamon – and the little part of Nolofinwe that wasn’t mad with pleasure thought how painfully beautiful he was.

“I order you to come”, his prince groaned and pulled him close for a bruising kiss. “It pleases me to feel your quivering passage around me while you come.”

Nolofinwe shivered violently and Nelyafinwe gripped his hips tighter, thrusting into him as he came with a inarticulate scream that might or might not have been his prince’s name. Lying boneless and deeply satisfied against his prince’s chest he almost didn’t notice how Nelyafinwe came inside him for the second time this night.

 

They lay cuddled against each other on the bed that stood under the pitch of the roof against a wall. Nolofinwe felt pleasantly tired and if it weren’t impossible, he would have loved to stay the night here with Maitimo. But not only would his wife miss him eventually, he also didn’t want to give his nephew the wrong ideas – they weren’t and would never be a couple.

“As much as I regret it...” Nolofinwe rubbed his tired eyes and sat up slowly. “I have to go back.”

“I wish you could stay.” Maitimo sighed. “But I understand. Are you going to be in trouble for...” He caressed his marked thigh and Nolofinwe shuddered blissfully. It took an effort to haul his thoughts back to the question at hand and he shook his head.

“I can hide it.” They didn’t sleep naked, Anaire and he. At home they didn’t even share a bed room, only came together when they desired each other. “Thank you for not leaving more marks.”

“You have no idea how hard it is to restrain myself. Oh, the things I want to do to you...”

Maitimo licked the tender skin under his ear and Nolofinwe shivered.

‘The things I want you to do to me’, he thought.

“But it’s too dangerous with you sharing a room with your wife”, Maitimo said with regret.

“Yes, it is.” Nolofinwe sighed looking up into his eyes. “But twelve years is not so long a time. It will get easier again, Maitimo.”

Maitimo grimaced and, letting go of him, sat back.

“I’m not sure my father can appreciate your kindness. He sees it as condescension that you released him right there in front of the Valar. But yes, I’m sure we’ll find a way, we always have until now.”