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Great minds think alike. Or so it is said.

It's hard to say who brought it up first, who suggested it, who even thought it was a good idea. But Mairon and his duplicate self (courtesy of one of his many ongoing experiments; he's still not quite sure how it happened) have come to the conclusion that it is the most perfect idea, and a most flawless plan.

So. They've sent the call to Melkor, inviting him back to his room for a.. surprise. A few surprises. One of which is Mairon himself, waiting in his master's room wearing little more than a knee-length chemise sheer black cloth that hangs off his shoulders. Underneath the fabric is several lengths of gold and black chain draped around his neck and down his chest, each weighed down by droplets of gems and metal beads. His hair is combed back and braided, adorned with twists of chain, and he wears a gold-leather choker around his neck.

It's a bit much. And he feels far more naked and exposed than even when he was actually naked.. but they do need a distraction.

One should always doubt the suggestions of their doppelganger. It is beyond the capabilities of all of Eru's creatures to exist without some sense of self, after all, and creation is hard work. When pushing the limits of your abilities as a maia, who knows what boundaries you might push?

When Mairon sparked into being, he knew himself to be his father's creation, and that same fire burned inside of his doppelganger. He blinked into conciousness from the same source, this other Mairon. Sauron, he told himself he could be, the name that holds strength and power, that shakes the bones of elves from shore to shore, the name his other self, his weaker self, had rejected out of pride.

But why could he not be the only Mairon? They are the same, after all.

The message had been sent to their Master, and Sauron played his part in the surprise he had inspired. (And he HAD been responsible for it, as far as he's concerned, and who would know otherwise anyway?) With deference he keeps by the door to welcome Melkor, adorned not by gems and silks but hard skins, straps of belts with silver and buckles, straps holding dark fabric to the very edges of his bony hips, not by hard truths but by the power of his own fictions. Hair hangs draped across his shoulders, and he smiles a reassuringly wicked little smile at his other as he hears Melkor's approach.

This should be fun.

Perhaps he should have been suspicious when he received a message that Mairon was waiting for him with a surprise. Anything that was a surprise and didn't involve work had to be something good though. After sitting around and trying to think through some strategy, Melkor was ready for a break so the message had been more than welcome.

There was no hesitation to interrupt what he was doing to head to his rooms as quickly as he could. He shed layers of clothes on his way, leaving a trail of littered garments across the halls. An Orc could pick them up later for all he cared.

By the time he reached the door Melker was wearing a robe, pausing as he took in the sight of Mairon waiting for him. Granted he wanted nothing more than to rip that sheer clothing off and make Mairon come undone underneath him until he was begging for more of his Master.

He was so distracted he did not even notice the other Mairon as he made his way towards the one which caught his attention so entirely until he made his way until the room. And then for a moment he paused as he looked between the two. He wasn't sure how it was possible for there to be two Mairons but then suddenly a grin appeared on his lips as possibilities occurred to him. It didn't matter how there were two Mairons, just that there were two here for him and his pleasure.

All the things he could do with two Mairons.

"I hope you two have not been waiting long," he said as he wasted no time in taking off the rest of his clothing, standing proud and naked.

Melkor's intent is clear in his eyes. And if it weren't for the arrangements already made, Mairon would have been glad to partake in such fantasies.

Still, he can't help but laugh, even if delighted, at the sight of Melkor so readily shedding his clothes. He looks up, meeting the gaze of his other self over Melkor's shoulder.

"Oh, long enough.. But we have been keeping each other company in the meanwhile." Mairon shifts his stance with slight wince, moving closer with ginger, careful steps, trying to keep Melkor's attention away from the other him-- from Sauron, as he seems to want to be called. "I cannot help but think we should keep you waiting longer in return."

Maybe it's a bad idea to let himself get distracted from the other Mairon. Melkor knows what Mairon is capable- at least one Mairon that is. Two can only mean more trouble but then again, he's Melkor and what can two Mairons do to the most powerful among the Valar? His gaze still wandered back to the Mairon who is aiming to keep his attention.

"Oh? And just how did you two entertain yourselves without me?" he asked as he watched Mairon coming towards him. "If you would give me a demonstration, perhaps I may be patient if you make me wait," he said thoughtfully as the grin on his face grew. He didn't turn to look at the second Mairon, his eyes following the movements of the Mairon before him as he reached out in order to pull him closer against him.

Success. Mairon lets himself be pulled closer, fingers wrapping around Melkor's arm to hold him there in place, his other hand coming up and curling against Melkor's neck. Smiles and tips his head in just that way to let the cloth and chains slide over his skin.

"We could certainly give you a demonstration.. if you are willing to participate." He laughs, pressing closer, close enough for his cock to brush against Melkor's thigh. Only sheer cloth separating skin from skin. "That is, if you think you can handle the two of us."

He has a very different intention for that word, of course. But Melkor needn't know that yet.

Edited (LMAO I FORGOT TO DELETE THE FIRST LINE...... SHAMEFUL FACE IN HANDS) 2015-07-13 05:36 (UTC)

There are plenty of things that two Maiar can do against one Valar, if said Valar is receptive enough to the concept. There is a rush of power to the senses when watching Melkor, in all his greatness, unknowingly wrap himself around their fingers. Sauron smiles, a wicked little quirk of the lips, as he slips behind their master, straps of hide and metal against bare, hardened flesh.

He brushes dark hair back, behind Melkor's ear with deceptive lightness. His thin hands come to rest against strong shoulders, cheek ghosting against the blade of it.

"What do you say, Master?"

Words are bait, and where Melkor excels in strength, they can match in games of the mind. The trap is well laid, he's sure of that.

The bait is taken even though Melkor is more than aware of how Mairon uses words but he doesn't care about that right now. He especially can't care as he feels one Mairon touch his shoulders and the other Mairon's cock against his thigh. His fingers curled in the sheer cloth, wanting nothing more than to rip it off and take Mairon.

"You know I would be more than happy to participate in this little demonstration," Melkor said as he let his cock press up against Mairon's thigh in return, already more than a little aroused by the direction things were going.

"Of course I can handle the two of you, that I have no doubt of," Melkor said as he started to rip the sheer cloth. Mairon can always make more clothes or something, Melkor really didn't care- not when Mairon- both of them- were tempting him so.

"Good," Mairon says, but far too soon. He's reaching around Melkor for Sauron, his twin, but is interrupted by Melkor being.. far too impatient. He really can't do much but shudder, a small gasp falling out hidden among the sound of tearing fabric and he feels his cock twitch against Melkor's leg, presses himself against their master's own.

But they're sharing, he tells himself. So instead of letting Melkor have his way, as usual, he hooks one hand into the straps of Sauron's clothing, wraps his arms around their master and starts pulling them back towards the bed.

"It is not your turn to touch yet, master."

Even in the face of their mutual ambitious drive, they are still the same, Sauron and his twin. The hand extending towards him is his own, merely detached. He leans in with the grasp to his clothes naturally, his form pressed against Melkor's strong back as they together lead him between their steps.

He isn't so hard himself, not yet, but he will be.

Once the backs of Mairon's knees are against the edge of the bed, Sauron gently pries those fingers off of him, sliding a hand up his other's arm.

Lead him, his actions say, and he is more than happy to wait for his moment.

Melkor made a small noise of impatience as Mairon pulled away after teasing him a little. He wanted to take them both, his cock aching. But he allowed himself to be lead towards the bed, happily between the two Mairon's.

He liked where this was going at least. So far. "And when will I be able to touch?" he asked as he watched Sauron touch Mairon, intrigued as to what kind of show they would put on for him.

He had no doubt it would be entertaining to say the least.

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