They Hunts Us by cytryne  

They Hunts Us

"They tricks us," it said, its eyes mournfully huge and damp. It leaned further over him, entranced on his face even as the echoes of warped power pulled his attention back. It hardly seemed to notice the way the open wound he'd put a poultice on only a hour ago stretched and flaked. "They felt like our precious, and then they hurts us with their nasty crushing and clawing."

Celebrimbor's heart pounded in his ears. He reached his left hand out, towards where he'd stashed his sword the knife before, and the creature noticed. It stilled utterly and completely. Something seemed to weaken about it. The withered thing beneath the surface, the flickers of a man, old and bent, reappeared as it stared at him.

"Bright Lord, precious Lord won't hurts us, will it?"

Its eyes were no longer intense, but endless wells of time gone by. Celebrimbor's hand brushed the hilt. He did not grab it.

"It knows," the creature crooned. Its hand tightened on his cock, sharp nails digging into the sensitive flesh until he gasped, loud in the empty cave. "They hurts it too. They hunts it too, Gollum knows. Gollum saw. They hunts it both, precious Lord and precious, and leave poor Gollum to suffer empty forever."

The Ring. The Nazgûl were hunting for it, like he suspected, and this cursed thing knew more. He needed to know too.

This did not seem such a high price to pay in return. Not when he could see the faint echoes of his once lover's presence in the being's every movement, a crude shaping of something else into a form nature had never intended.

"Where?" Celebrimbor asked. It took force of will to keep his voice steady, his hand and upper body relaxing onto the rough stone floor into acceptance even as that grip dragged down his cock.

"Gollum fled North," it said, and finally looked down from Celebrimbor's face. It stared instead at his body, every hint of flesh it could find. It's other hand went up his tunic and splayed flat on his stomach. "The filthy nasty liars followed. They wants—"

The words were noticeably less focused or clear as the motion moved his pants aside enough for it to see his cock and hand fully. It—Gollum—leaned in close, seemingly seeking every contact it could.

"—it feels like the precious, it does," Gollum repeated from its first hours of barely lucid awareness earlier. The worship in its voice made him shudder, disgust and jest clenching in his stomach as one as it twisted his hand around his dick again. "Gollum needs it. Precious
lord will be gracious, won't it? Gollum can help. Gollum will help, once—"

It licked its lips, cheek brushing against his now fully hard cock, and Celebrimbor understood.

North.

He could get the rest out, if it remained comfortable. It was not too high of a price to pay, was it?

Celebrimbor nodded once, and its mouth descended onto his cock.

Chapter End Notes

Original AN: Thank you Elronds_Library for making me feel like I could post this, I truly did not know if it made sense.
The worst part of writing this is that I can now kind of see it. Celebrimbor/Gollum could work as a nearnest bonding fic over an experience no one else has ever had, though I am not the person to write it.