Ascent from Darkness

Author's Notes: Melkor is Morgoth. Mairon is Sauron's original name. Vêfantur is Námo's original name.

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He didn’t want to be there.

The Maia stood fighting to keep his composure, to keep from staring at the Ainu who had beckoned him forth, to keep from showing his unease at being in his presence now. Sauron – for that was the only name he could claim now, as all others were forever lost to him thanks to his deeds – had lived in solitude, forever hidden from the rest of the world for the last Age, if not longer. He had lived in silence with only his thoughts for company, thoughts that had turned against him in the end. They ridiculed him, taunted him, tormented him over his failures. They reminded him of all he had once been, before Melkor came along.

Now he just wanted peace from it all.

Vêfantur gazed upon the silent form of the Maia before him, midnight eyes missing nothing. The Ainu knew he was uncomfortable in his presence, and little wonder why. Vêfantur represented something he had lost, cast away out of his own overblown sense of pride. “Look at me, Mairon,” he murmured.

Eyes of flame snapped up to meet with eyes of purest night, narrowing in hurt. “I am not he,” he hissed. “You know this. Why do you seek to torture me? Is not my banishment enough?”

The Ainu stood with a grace that surpassed that of the Eldar, gliding over to where Sauron stood trembling in barely suppressed anger. One pale, slender hand rose to cup that sculpted face, and a smile formed on the Ainu’s lips. “You are still Mairon to me,” Vêfantur breathed. “Sauron you may be to the rest of Arda, but I still see you as Mairon. I still see all that you were … and could be again, if only you would let go of this senseless self-torment you’ve dwelt in.”

Sauron parted his lips to draw a shuddery breath, to argue with the Ainu, when Vêfantur bent suddenly to claim his mouth in a kiss. Memories of the abuse he had suffered at Melkor’s hand surfaced in his mind, causing him to stiffen against the Ainu and whimper. He feared Vêfantur would force him as Melkor had, bend him to his will and take him willing or not. With a start, he realized the Ainu was being incredibly gentle, coaxing him instead of ravaging his mouth. Hesitantly he reciprocated, still fearing a trap somewhere.

Aye, Vêfantur knew what Melkor had done to ensure Mairon’s loyalty to him. He knew of the rape, the multitude of torments the Vala had inflicted upon the Maia until Mairon became so twisted, so broken by Melkor he lost all that he was from madness, and it made his heart heavy in his chest. He had always admired Mairon, and to see him fall as he did and be unable to lift a hand was perhaps one of the hardest things the Ainu had endured. Now that it was over with, Vêfantur was determined to bring him back, to show him there was still hope yet even for him.

The feel of Vêfantur pressed against him, the tender but thorough way he kissed him, was overwhelming. A need long repressed surfaced with a vengeance, mixing with the longing he felt for … what? Was it love? Sauron had known only hatred and abuse from Melkor. Still, there was an ache in his chest now, driving him to cling to the Ainu in desperation. He deepened the kiss without thought, hands fisting in the heavy silk of Vêfantur’s hair, unmindful of the tears that spilled.

The Ainu continued the kiss for a moment longer, breaking it reluctantly at the faint shudder that wracked the Maia. Holding his face in his hands, he watched Mairon fight to regain control of himself. “Mairon,” he breathed. “You are still beautiful to me … and you are not alone.”

“Vêfantur,” Sauron managed to get out, and swiftly the Ainu bent to reclaim his lips in a brutal, demanding kiss. There was no violence, no hatred behind it though. The Maia felt only pure desire from the Ainu for him, and was comforted by that.

Urging him to put his arms around his neck, Vêfantur lifted Mairon easily, feeling the Maia’s long legs wind around his waist. Hands roaming up and down his spine, he slid them down to cup the Maia’s ass, his fingers pressing into the cleft through the leggings Mairon wore. The Ainu was rewarded for his actions by a faint moan and a tightening of the legs around him.

Sauron broke the kiss, giving Vêfantur a look so full of want it was almost painful. “Please,” he begged, pressing hard against the Ainu’s fingers.

Vêfantur smiled. “As you wish, lovely,” he murmured, striding to his bed chamber with him. He set him down on the bed, divesting the Maia of his clothes first. As the leggings were removed, Vêfantur bent to take Mairon’s hardened length into his mouth.

A ragged moan issued forth from Sauron at the feel of the Ainu’s mouth on his cock. A very small part of him was stunned by this turn of events … he had never guessed the solemn Lord of Mandos to be a passionate being, and he was quickly being proven he was. Vainly he sought to remain still, to not writhe or buck into the heat of that mouth, but it was impossible.

Vêfantur didn’t release him until he could taste the herald of his release. Offering him a seductive smile, he removed his robes and stood nude before the Maia. The proof of his desire for Mairon stood out proudly, a column of pure marble that was beginning to weep slightly. It was his turn to be startled, for the Maia sat up so swiftly to take him down his throat he was almost a blur to the Ainu. His head falling back, he hissed in a breath as the Maia utilized lips, tongue, and teeth to pleasure him.

Sauron worked him with a vengeance, determined to send the Ainu into release. As he took him all the way down his throat, he swallowed hard around him and heard Vêfantur utter a low moan. Pleased, he held fast to him and continued sucking, licking, nipping, and swallowing, refusing to let go even when he felt the Ainu tug on his hair.

He was going to spill himself, and there was no preventing it. Mairon was entirely too skillful to hold off his release. With another hiss followed by a louder moan, Vêfantur shuddered hard and felt his seed spill forth into that wicked mouth to be swallowed at once. As the Maia slowly released him, he gazed down at him fondly. “Not what I had planned, but certainly appreciated,” he expressed, sliding onto the bed to lie on his back. Studying Mairon, he slowly drew his legs in and apart. “Let’s see about you now, shall we?”

The Maia could only stare as the Ainu lay down on his back to spread his legs. Surely Vêfantur wasn’t offering himself … was he? It seemed too incredulous to believe. No Ainu would bow to a mere Maia … yet the position could not be misinterpreted. “You … are offering yourself … to me?” he asked, unsure still.

Vêfantur merely smirked, nodding. “Finding it hard to believe that one of the Aratar would enjoy such a submissive act?” he teased lightly. “I do, Mairon. I most definitely do.” A faint gesture, and a black, cut-crystal jar appeared in one hand. “Use this to slick yourself. I require no preparation.”

Swallowing hard, Sauron gingerly accepted the small black jar. Uncorking it, he dipped a decent amount of the sweet-smelling cream out on his fingers and spread it along his cock. Corking the jar back, he set it aside and hesitantly positioned himself to take the Ainu. “I … I have never … done this,” he admitted, blushing.

The Ainu smiled. “I know, lovely,” he murmured. “Don’t fear of hurting me. I desire this as much as you.”

Bolstered by Vêfantur’s words, Sauron held himself with one hand and began pressing into the Ainu. The feel of his entrance stretching around his cock to admit him inside made him bite down hard on his bottom lip, hard enough to taste blood, but he didn’t falter. Vêfantur had made it clear that this was wanted. As he sheathed himself in the heat of the Ainu’s body, he closed his eyes for a moment and moaned. The feeling was indescribable to him … it was so much more than he had ever expected or imagined. Taking a deep breath, he gathered himself and began to thrust in and out of the Ainu.

Vêfantur writhed on the bed, fisting the pillows and making small, soft noises. The feel of Mairon driving in and out of him, brushing his gland, was enough to bring him back to full hardness again. Gaze heavy-lidded and eyes glittering, he gazed up at the Maia and bit his bottom lip, back bowing off the bed and legs wrapping around him to pull him deeper into him. “Harder,” he urged.

Sauron didn’t argue. The sight of Vêfantur so obviously aroused was intoxicating, spurring him to give him what he’d asked for. Bracing himself well, he pounded into him hard, deep, and fast. He could feel his own release rising, and offered a silent prayer to Eru that he’d be able to hold it off until he’d seen Vêfantur through his.

Right before his release hit, Vêfantur surged up from the bed to catch Mairon in another desperate, needy kiss. Teeth clicked repeatedly, tongues twining in a battle for control that both refused to yield. Ripping his mouth free with a gasp, the Ainu fell back onto the bed to clutch the pillows in a death-grip. Shuddering all over, he uttered a keening moan and bucked hard, his seed spilling forth over his abdomen.

Offering a strangled moan of his own, Sauron followed the Ainu into release. Eyes tightly shut, he shook as he released into Vêfantur, the feel of the Ainu contracting around his cock more than he could bear. “Vêfantur …” he breathed, barely able to hold himself upright.

Panting, the Ainu made a vague gesture to clean himself up and urged Mairon to lie down with him. Holding him close, he kissed the Maia’s forehead, cheek, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. “You are willing to start over, yes?” he asked softly, meeting those fiery eyes.

Sauron nodded. “I am, Vêfantur,” he answered. “For you … I will be Mairon once more.”