Always there for you by chrissystriped

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Chapter Three

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Makalaure looked up from his harp when his brother entered the room, he’d been sitting here for a while, plucking the strings restlessly. Dinner had been so awkward yesterday, he wasn’t sure how to survive another meal like that without dying of embarrassment.

“How long has this been going on?”, he hissed at Maedhros. “He is our uncle!”

“Half-uncle”, Maedhros answered. It was an almost automatic response, but right now it only made Makalaure more furious. He glowered at Maedhros.

“How long?”, he asked again through gritted teeth.

“Since before father was exiled to Formenos”, Maedhros said, having the grace to look embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Káno, but... I couldn’t tell you – or anyone. He was the only person I could ever talk to about my sexual inclinations – because he complements them.”

Makalaure felt slightly lost. He’d thought he knew his brother. He’d thought this might be linked to his time in Angband, but if it had started so much sooner...

“But... why? How can you... enjoy hurting Nolofinwe... anyone?” His brother was such a good person.

He wished he hadn’t said that, when Maedhros looked at him with pain in his eyes. “I only enjoy it, when my partner does, too. I would never force anyone. Please, Makalaure!” There were tears in his eyes.

Makalaure laid his hand gently on his arm, because Maedhros didn’t like to be embraced. “I didn’t think that. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you. I just... I don’t understand.”

“I know.” Maedhros smiled sadly. “That’s why I didn’t tell anyone. People don’t understand. And they’d understand even less that Nolofinwe likes to kneel for me, to be beaten. You have to keep this to yourself.”

“Of course I will!” Makalaure gripped his arm tighter. “Do you think, I would go around telling everyone? No one will hear it from me. Does it... help you?” Maedhros had seemed to be better since Findekáno and Nolofinwe had arrived but Makalaure had attributed that more to Findekáno’s presence. Maedhros nodded silently. “Good. Then I don’t need to understand.” He went to the tips of his toes to press a kiss on Maedhros’s cheek. “But the rest of Nolofinwe’s stay is going to be damn awkward!”

He grinned at him and Maedhros barked a laugh. “You’ll live. It wasn’t you in the compromising position, after all!”

Makalaure bit back a retort. He was relieved that Maedhros was smiling again now – and that he actually seemed to sleep after whatever he was doing with Nolofinwe. That it was their uncle made him uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t make life harder for Maedhros than it already was. He wouldn’t judge him for finding solace where he found it.

 

Nolofinwe lay on his back, wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts. His prince sat on the mattress beside him, holding something like a frosting bag. (Nolofinwe felt the urge to giggle at the thought of himself being decorated like a cake.) It held a plant paste that would leave a reddish colour on his skin, even after it was wiped off. He craned his neck to see better when Nelyafinwe started to paint a line on his chest and his prince tsked.

“I’ll have to blindfold you, if you don’t hold still, núro”, he said.

Nolofinwe let his head fall back with burning cheeks. “I apologise, my prince”, he said. He had been told not to move.

“Mhm”, made Nelyafinwe, concentrated on his drawing.

The paste was cool on Nolofinwe’s skin. He didn’t try to look again, but it felt like it would be large, the horizontal rays filling the space between his nipples. Nelyafinwe drew in silence and Nolofinwe tried to breathe as shallowly as possible to not disturb his work further. He really knew better than to interrupt a Feanorian creating.

After a while his prince put his tool aside and kissed his forehead. “Well done, núro. Now, this has to stay on for a while and as you seem a little twitchy today, I won’t untie you.” Nelyafinwe circled his navel with a finger. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t get bored. Let’s see how often I can make you come tonight. You do have permission.” His prince grinned at him and slid down to lie between his spread legs. “However, you also do have permission to ask me to stop.” Without breaking he game, he meant.

Nolofinwe forced himself not to lift his head to look at him and gasped in surprise when Nelyafinwe’s tongue licked his half-hard cock. He rose quickly under his prince's skilful touches and tried hard not to move. He ached to thrust deeper into that warm, teasing mouth but he shouldn’t after his prince had already admonished him – and it wouldn’t be really possible anyway, the way he was tied up.

He moaned loudly when his prince lightly squeezed his balls with his fingers. It was their last night together, Nolofinwe would travel back home tomorrow, though Findekáno had decided to extend his visit. He would miss Nelyafinwe – Maedhros – and not just because these past weeks had reminded him of how great the sex was.

Nolofinwe cried out when his prince took him deeper into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks. Nelyafinwe continued to suck and lick his cock during his orgasm and afterwards. Nolofinwe squirmed a little when his oversensitive flesh protested against the continued stimulation, but his cock was soon hardening again, making discomfort and pleasure mix.

 

It was after his sixth orgasm, his princes fingers deep inside him, attacking his prostate mercilessly, that Nolofinwe whimpered: “Please, my prince, please stop!”

He felt wrung out, nerve endings on fire. The last time he’d found release there’d been barely any come. He slumped in relief when Nelyafinwe pulled his fingers out.

“And there I thought you’d appreciate the last opportunity in a while for you to come”, he said with a smile in his voice.

“Too much”, groaned Nolofinwe.

Nelyafinwe’s face appeared above him, he tenderly kissed his forehead and caressed his cheek. “You are beautiful, all spent, and my sign blazing on your chest.” He stood up, Nolofinwe heard water being poured in a cup. “Drink, you’ve lost a lot of fluid.”

His prince slid his stump under Nolofinwe’s head to help him lift his head. The position was a little awkward and water ran down Nolofinwe’s neck – it felt good on his heated skin. Maedhros followed a drop of water with his finger.

“Don’t worry”, he said with a grin, when Nolofinwe tensed. “I won’t make you come again. Can you wait a while longer for the paste to do its work?”, he asked gently.

“Yes, my prince”, mumbled Nolofinwe.

“Very good.”

Nolofinwe relaxed in his bonds, which weren’t tight enough to cause him discomfort, when his prince started to wash his come off his skin with warm water. He had trouble holding his eyes open.

“You may sleep, if you want to”, his prince said with a gentle smile.

 

Maedhros watched Nolofinwe sleep. He’d lain down beside him, resting his head on Nolofinwe’s arm and his hand on his belly. They’d soon part again and he tried to memorise the feeling of having him at his side. It had felt so good to have him here. He hadn’t wanted him to worry, had been so afraid to lose him, like his nightmares had made him believe he would, if he showed him how weak he often felt. It had been foolish, he could see that now, but he knew it would become harder again to remember, once Nolofinwe had left. He would cherish the memory of every moment he’d had with him and hope for another visit soon.

At least Findekáno would stay for a while longer. His friend would not allow him to descend into gloom, he’d make him smile, no matter what. Maedhros shuddered to think how close they’d come to being discovered by him. If he’d come with Maglor on that day... He didn’t want to think of what it would mean for their friendship, if Findekáno ever found out. He’d once told Nolofinwe that it changed nothing – and it didn’t for him, but he knew in his heart, that it would be different for Findekáno.

He felt Nolofinwe wake with a start and tug on his bonds until he realised where he was.

“My prince”, he mumbled and turned his head towards him.

“I’m here”, Maedhros whispered and kissed his cheek. “I think we’ve waited long enough now. Let’s see what happened to your skin.”

He fetched water and a rag, excited to see the result. He’d had the practice explained to him by the Laiquendi of Ossiriand, who used this plant to put marks on their skin for certain festivals. It would vanish again after a few weeks, but for now he’d have the knowledge that Nolofinwe would ride home with the Feanorian star on his chest – marked by him. Maedhros felt his cock twitch at the thought. He’d given his núro an overabundance of release, but hadn’t yet come himself – he’d change that soon.

“Look how pretty you are with my sigil on your chest”, he said after he’d washed away the paste, holding a hand mirror so Nolofinwe could see the reddish lines on his chest.

Nolofinwe’s breath quickened at the sight. “I’m yours”, he whispered, licking his lips. “My prince, all yours.”

Maedhros put the mirror aside and ran his hand over the slightly damp skin. “And I intend to take what is mine”, he said. He untied Nolofinwe’s ankles – but not yet his wrists – and laid his legs on his shoulders. His arousal nudged Nolofinwe’s entrance. “Mine”, he whispered as he slowly pushed in. “Don’t forget, when you ride away, that you are mine.”

“Never, my prince.” Nolofinwe held his gaze and Maedhros smiled.

“And don’t forget, how much I cherish you. You give me your submission and you give me your friendship and you give me something to lean on, when I need it. And I love you for it.” Maedhros let his eyes rest on the star on Nolofinwe’s skin as he thrust quicker into his welcoming body. “You give me so much and I don’t know how I can ever pay you back.”

Nolofinwe laughed breathlessly. “This is not an exchange of goods. Kiss me, my prince?”

Maedhros did so gladly, moaning into Nolofinwe’s mouth as his release washed over him.

He lay down beside Nolofinwe, untying his hands with trembling fingers. Nolofinwe rolled over to embrace him and they shared a quiet moment, holding and caressing each other.

“Will you be alright?”, Nolofinwe asked softly.

“I will”, Maedhros answered. “Mostly at least. There will always be bad days. My brothers have an eye on me.”

“And Findekáno will stay a while, too.”

“Yes, and I’m happy about it.” Maedhros smiled wryly. “I think you’ll eventually have to order him to come back, if you don’t want him to stay here interminably.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t think that such a bad idea?” Nolofinwe winked at him. “He is so good for you.”

“He is the best friend I ever had”, answered Maedhros.

“And he can show you his friendship openly, while we have to hide”, continued Nolofinwe. “I’m glad for that.”

Maedhros kissed him again. It sometimes hurt that they'd never be able to show openly what they felt for each other, but they had each other and that would have to be enough.

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Chapter End Notes

Last chapter here, next there'll be more letters.