Trin Genedril: Through The Looking Glass 6

Trin Genedril: Through The Looking Glass

Part 6

Posted: January 18, 2008
Title: Trin Genedril : Through the Looking Glass
Author: Orchyd Constyne

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London, 2011

He had put it off as long as he dared.

David was strong now, having perfected the art of biting and feeding. Maglor had been a diligent teacher, just as he had been when Erestor was new. None of them had mentioned what lay ahead, and Glorfindel still refused the intimate company of Erestor's body.

Glorfindel had been waiting.

Tonight, though, the moment could be delayed no longer. Erestor stood at the window of their rented loft and gazed out over the city. Sometimes it was nice to have more money than Bill Gates, he mused as he took in the panoramic view. Dark had fallen hours ago, and he could hear Maglor and David speaking softly in the living room while Glorfindel sat in stoic silence in a chair in the corner of the bedroom.

"You're sure?" Erestor quietly asked, not turning to look at Glorfindel.

Glorfindel closed his eyes, but Erestor's stiff silhouette didn't fade from his sight. "I am."

"It can't be undone."

"I cannot go back."

Erestor finally turned away from the window and held out his hand. "Then come here."

Glorfindel opened his eyes, watched Erestor for a moment, then stood and took his hand. His heart beat rapidly, and he knew his face had to be flushed.

Erestor looked up into Glorfindel's eyes and smiled serenely. "Are you afraid?" he whispered as he touched the hair that fell over Glorfindel's shoulder.

"Terrified," Glorfindel admitted breathlessly. He would never lie to Erestor.

They were significantly different in height. Erestor had to crane his neck and rise up on his toes in order bring their lips together. He kissed Glorfindel slowly, savouring the living, bright taste that he knew would fade by the end of the night. He wanted to remember this flavour, the liquid sunshine that he'd always equated with Glorfindel.

"Will you still be my sunlight?" he murmured against Glorfindel's lips.

Glorfindel smiled. "Always."

Erestor unbuttoned Glorfindel's shirt, taking his time in the task, and then let it slip to the floor. He ran his hands over Glorfindel's chest, his eyes noting the fine tracery of veins under the golden skin. Erestor allowed the hunger inside him to unfurl. He gently pushed Glorfindel backwards, towards the bed. Glorfindel's heart began to race, his muscles to tense; it was a reaction of prey when the predator was near. It woke the instinct in Erestor to give chase, to pounce and tear at flesh, but this was *Glorfindel*, not some wild animal, and it was that thought that stayed Erestor's instincts.

When Glorfindel was seated on the bed, Erestor shed his own shirt. It would only get in the way. Be ruined. He sat astride Glorfindel's lap, running his fingers through the long, golden hair. His eyes were hooded, almost glazed, as he stared down into Glorfindel's. Erestor reached out with his mind, soothed away the frightened thoughts within Glorfindel. He kissed him again, sharp teeth careful of tender flesh. Erestor moved against Glorfindel, rocked his hips, and began the seductive dance that would whisk away all thoughts but that of release from Glorfindel's mind.

Glorfindel moaned and wrapped his arms around Erestor's waist, pressing their bodies closer. The kiss deepened, and the lust rising in Erestor dragged Glorfindel with him. Erestor opened his eyes, which focused on the pair standing in the doorway of the bedroom. David's face reflected hungry worry while Maglor's was unreadable as he watched them.

Stop stalling, Erestor, Maglor's voice rang in Erestor's mind. Start this so it can be finished.

Erestor's eyes narrowed. He didn't want to be rushed! Still, Maglor's mind pushed on his, as forceful as a shove with his hand. Erestor broke the kiss, trailing his lips along Glorfindel's jaw, then lower. His tongue snaked out to draw a line along the left side of Glorfindel's throat, teasing along the taut skin as he tilted Glorfindel's head towards the right. The carotid artery throbbed against his tongue, brought the animal out within him, and his sharp teeth ached to bite. He resisted only a minute longer, suckling and kissing, before he opened his mouth wide and pierced Glorfindel's throat with his teeth.

Glorfindel's whole body went rigid with the initial spark of pain, but then Erestor felt his lover's muscles relax, his arms tighten, and heard the soft moan of absolute bliss as the first spurt of blood rushed into his mouth. Erestor had never understood the legends of vampires drinking from jugular veins. The blood from the carotid was so rich, fresh, and while it took more control to take in the force of the spray, Erestor always found it the most efficient and delicious way to bleed out a victim.

He was settling into a rhythm of swallowing when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, interrupting him. Erestor pulled back, keeping Glorfindel's mind locked in the haze of aroused feeding, and looked over his shoulder. Maglor was there, frowning.

Let David continue. You've set the spell, now save your strength for the end.

Erestor growled low in his throat as a response, eyes darting back to the savaged neck where blood continued to flow with each beat of Glorfindel's heart. The smell and the sight caused Erestor's to salivate, and he began to lean back in to continue feeding. This time, Maglor's voice in Erestor's mind was powerful, firm.

Get off him, Erestor, and allow David to continue. Now!

Reluctantly, as any predator would be at leaving his kill, Erestor slipped from Glorfindel's arms to be replaced by David. Maglor held onto Erestor's arm as David began to feed. Both older vampires watched, noting that Glorfindel's eyes were completely dazed and dilated. David pushed him back on the bed after several minutes of drinking from him, and Glorfindel's hand fell limply from David's hip.

Still, Maglor could hear Glorfindel's heart, beating fast and hard, fighting against the cold draw of death. Any living thing would fight, even with their senses saturated with need. Life always fought back. Fifteen minutes passed, and Glorfindel's golden skin had taken on a pasty pallor. David sluggishly withdrew, collapsing to the other side of Glorfindel, his face smeared with blood, mouth opened wide as he panted.

"I can't do it anymore," he managed. He was bloated. David actually feared he was going to vomit, which he decided would be messy and unpleasant.

Maglor nodded. "Erestor, you wait. You will be last, do you understand?" he asked quietly.

Erestor's eyes, still locked on Glorfindel, didn't waver. He didn't respond. He was utterly focused on Glorfindel's colour, his heartbeat.

"Fine." Maglor crawled onto the bed beside Glorfindel, turning his head so that he could look into Glorfindel's eyes. "Hello, lovely," he said, and Glorfindel responded with a drunken smile. Maglor kissed him, sliding his tongue in Glorfindel's mouth as he stroked across his groin with his hand. It didn't take long for Glorfindel to squirm, to whimper, and that was when Maglor covered Erestor and David's bites with one of his own.

He was old. Much more powerful. He could burn off the blood he took in rapidly, and that's what he did. Glorfindel's heart fought him, his body continued to try and heal as quickly as possible. Such was the bane of a healthy Elf in Glorfindel's predicament, Maglor mused. At least Erestor had bled out from a mortal wound when Maedhros found him. Maglor drew deeply on Glorfindel's wound, drank until he thought he might be sick, and that was when he felt Glorfindel's heart begin to weaken.

Maglor stood, a little unsteady, and gave Erestor a gentle shove. "Finish it," he said, his voice thick and liquid. "Take him until it almost stops, but no further."

As if in a trance, Erestor knelt on the bed, running his finger along the bloody neck in front of him. The wounds -- there were three of them, soon to be four -- seeped blood slowly with each heartbeat. He bent his head, his lips near Glorfindel's ear. "I love you," he breathed.

Glorfindel's eyes fluttered, he swallowed, his throat on fire and his head pounding. His tongue felt too large in his mouth, but he forced it, and his lips, to cooperate. Still staring across the room at something only he saw, Glorfindel rasped, "I love you, too."

The fourth set of bites was added to Glorfindel's throat. Erestor held onto Glorfindel tightly, their minds fuzzily merging. The lustful spell was broken as Glorfindel's heart faltered. There was only pain now in Glorfindel's mind, a sick panic as his limbs felt heavier, colder. His vision darkened, his eyes filled with tears, and everything hurt. If he had the strength, he would have pushed Erestor away, curled up on his side and cried himself to sleep, but the only thing he was capable of doing at the moment was silently crying.

He kept reminding himself that this is what he wanted. Erestor. Eternity. Together. That was all that mattered.

Suddenly, his blurred vision was filled with Maglor's face. His throat was hot, his body like ice, and there was hot breath on his ear.

"It's time," Erestor whispered. Glorfindel groggily watched as Maglor cut his own throat, as blood welled and spilled down the white skin. "You have to drink from him. I can't do this part. I don't have the original curse..." Erestor quietly explained.

Maglor lifted Glorfindel's limp body, felt the tenuous flutter of his pulse, and brought Glorfindel's mouth to the cut. He hissed when Glorfindel began to weakly drink, his eyes holding Erestor's over Glorfindel's head. David watched the scene from the head of the bed, finding it both disgustingly gory and so wonderfully touching. Erestor stroked Glorfindel's hair, whispered words of love, while Maglor fulfilled his obligation to Erestor in ensuring Glorfindel's continued survival.

They were an odd sort of family, David thought.

All families are odd, Maglor sent, the voice in David's mind strained. Ours is no different.

David smiled, crept up behind Erestor, and hugged him. Erestor sagged into David's embrace.

I would want it to be no other way, David replied as he kissed the back of Erestor's head.

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