The Day of Doom by AdmirableMonster  

The Beginning

The sky is a high, arching vault of blue canvas with a few white clouds scribbled on it here and there.  Bees, cicadas, and frogs sing, a long and lazy droning susurration.  The heat is soporific, but not oppressive; the air is fresh, laden with the scents of cut grass and rich moist earth.  The grass is soft beneath Celebrimbor’s back.

He blinks his eyes slowly.  At his side, a warm and familiar presence is stirring.  Turning his head to the side, he sees a slim and beautiful form crowned with masses and masses of coiled red hair.  Hesitantly, Celebrimbor runs his hand along his companion’s naked shoulder.  He is warm and real beneath the touch.

Two gold eyes open, filled with motes of light.  “Always,” Annamir purrs, voice smooth as velvet, and Celebrimbor has to smooth that red-gold hair away from his face.  Has to lean forward and kiss him, deep and lingering.  His flesh is soft and yielding to the touch, and a moan vibrates out of his throat and into Celebrimbor’s lips.

“I dreamed…” Celebrimbor whispers.  Vague dark images rise in his mind that slip away when he tries to focus on them.  “Where are we?”

Annamir looks up, looks around, stretches, long and loose-limbed, casually erotic.  “Don’t know,” he says, with a shrug.  Then, with a cat’s singlemindedness, “Love me, I have missed thee.”

A great tree arches away above them, and they are tucked away safely between two of its immense roots.  The grass beneath them is as soft as a bed.  Celebrimbor presses his face into Annamir’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart solid beneath his brown-gold skin.  Annamir makes a soft, breathy sound and moves against him, and Celebrimbor draws his lips across that lovely sternum, catches a nipple between his teeth and teases at it.

“Oh—oh, Tyelpë, oh—” Annamir moans, as unguarded as Celebrimbor has ever heard him.  Slim fingers card through Celebrimbor’s hair, timidly at first but growing bolder as Celebrimbor begins to kiss his way up Annamir’s chest to his throat.  He squirms, and his erection presses into Celebrimbor’s stomach.  Then, “Oh!”  

Celebrimbor pulls back.  “What is it?”

“I—am pleasantly surprised by my anatomy,” Annamir tells him.  “I don’t know why.”  An insistent hand lands on Celebrimbor’s shoulder, pulling him back down.  “Don’t stop.”

There is something gentle in the air.  In another time, another place, there might have been questions needing answered, but here and now, it is like a weight has been lifted from Celebrimbor’s shoulders that has always been there.  Don’t stop.  

“Whatever you want, love,” murmurs Celebrimbor, as he slides a hand between Annamir’s legs and slowly teases at his erection.  Annamir purrs and whines and digs his fingers into Celebrimbor’s back.  With a soft sigh, Celebrimbor pulls himself up and kisses Annamir on the mouth, and Annamir wraps himself around him, arms and legs twining behind his back, pressing them together, naked skin against naked skin, silky smooth and warm as a forge-fire on a cool day.  Celebrimbor groans, sinking into his husband’s warmth and losing himself in those touches.

They tussle a little, rolling first to one side and then to the other.  Annamir sinks his teeth into Celebrimbor’s shoulder, and Celebrimbor hisses with pain and swats him.  A little tongue swipe makes for a fine apology, and Celebrimbor can hardly stay angry when he could instead cup Annamir’s hips and squeeze that warm, yielding flesh.  Annamir laughs and wriggles against him.  “Fuck me, Tyelpë,” he murmurs happily.  “Actually, I want to fuck you—can I?” Before Celebrimbor can even answer, he continues, changing the request a little.  “Can I fuck your thighs, Tyelpë?”  Slim hands ghost down the tops of Celebrimbor’s naked legs.

“Stars, yes, please,” he manages to get out in a strangled voice.

His Maia gives a pleased-sounding little purr.  “Hold me tight,” he demands, and Celebrimbor feels a choked emotion in his throat at how easily, how greedily Annamir is asking for what he wants.

“Only if you hold me tight too,” he retorts, and it’s easy for him too.  He wraps his arms around that slim back.

Annamir bucks, cock slotting beautifully between Celebrimbor’s thighs, his breath roughening.  His hands clutch at Celebrimbor’s back, and he presses kisses along Celebrimbor’s neck.  He’s hot and hard, silky-slick and perfect.  He’s here, he’s safe, and that’s all Celebrimbor needs to feel like home.

With a soft little cry, Annamir spills, and the warmth and soft sounds and the scent of his sweat all smear together into a shimmery blur for an instant—an orgasm so gentle Celebrimbor barely registers it, drawn out of him without a sound.  Panting, they lie back against the grass.  Celebrimbor kisses Annamir’s forehead.

They have lain like that for a few minutes, their breathing evening out, a pleasant drowsiness settling across them, when they hear the sound of light footsteps in a syncopated cadence.  When Celebrimbor looks up, he sees three cats—a fluffy black queen, a large swaggering blond tom, and a slim calico.  The calico strides forward confidently, sits down and licks their paw in a delicate and strangely familiar way.  The name Hakari rises to Celebrimbor’s mind, and when he looks at them and their eyes meet, though he does not hear words, he gets the sense that these three have been sent to fetch him and Annamir, to discuss ways the new world might be put together.

Chapter End Notes

maybe more inspired by Ragnarok but with a touch of Arda Healed :)

  with thanks to BloodwingBlackbird and kimikochi for tireless cheerleading