Trin Genedril: Through The Looking Glass 8

Trin Genedril: Through The Looking Glass

Part 8

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

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New York, 2011

They hadn't stayed in London long. Maglor wanted to return to the States, to New York in particular. He liked cities absolutely teeming with life. Erestor had agreed, and so they had boarded a plane.

Planes, Erestor decided, were far safer for them than boats, even if the way was truly forever closed to them. Ulmo, he though, had a bitter streak in him.

Now, set up in one of the most prominent hotels in the city, Erestor paced the floor. Glorfindel and David slept, as the sun still had not set, and newer vampires -- according to Maglor -- slept a great deal more than the older. Erestor didn't remember sleeping at lot in the beginning, but that was a *very* long time ago.

"You wear out that carpet, and it's coming out of your ass," Maglor said from the chair he was sprawled in.

"Our finances are joint," Erestor said, but he stopped his nervous trek back and forth across the living area.

Maglor looked up from his paper. "Did I say anything about finances?" He tossed the paper to the floor and frowned. "What the hell is with you lately? Glorfindel is back, he'll be with you until the world is remade, and yet you behave as if you've been forced into becoming a roadie on the Spice Girls Reunion Tour."

Erestor glared at him. "That," he said, pointing to the closed door behind which Glorfindel slept, "is *not* Glorfindel."

"Of course it is." Maglor stood up, cracked open the door, and peeked in at the sleeping blond. "Unless you think this is Invasion of the Body Snatchers and his real body is in a pod somewhere?"

"I'm serious!" Erestor snapped at him.

Maglor closed the door, leaned against it, and crossed his arms. "Of course you are. You're far too serious, Erestor. I think it's always been the strain on our relationship."

Erestor's eyes narrowed and he clenched his teeth.

"Fine," Maglor sighed. "What do you mean, that's not Glorfindel?"

"He *wanted* his first kill," Erestor hissed.

Maglor raised an eyebrow in that *annoying* way Elrond had had. "So? He was starving, new, and if I recall correctly, you were much the same way. You didn't get all mopey until *after* the kill."

"He has no remorse for it!"

"Why should he?"

"Because... it's killing," Erestor weakly said.

Maglor bowed his head, letting out a long breath. "It's food, Erestor. It's not as if he's going around slitting throats for the hell of it. He does it to survive, just like we do."

"But he *wanted* it," Erestor whispered. "The Glorfindel I knew, he would never have so willingly killed a man. Never." He swallowed, looked away from Maglor. "And afterwards. He aggressively had me, which, again, he never would have done before."

"Before. He's changed, Erestor. Glorfindel is both different and very much the same. What you see is what he had in him, but there was no need for him to display it." Maglor closed the distance between them and put his arms around Erestor's waist. "He's a predator now, just like you. Just like me. That's bound to alter some personality traits, but, Erestor, he *is* Glorfindel."

Erestor swallowed thickly and looked up into Maglor's eyes. "I'm afraid, Maglor, that I... can't love what he's become."

Maglor smiled, brushed back Erestor's hair. "Of course you can," he said. "The core of who and what Glorfindel is hasn't changed. Nothing can change that. This is the Elf who bullied the Valar into letting him return to you. Oh, Erestor, if only all could experience such love and devotion as Glorfindel gives to you. You can come to accept the slight changes in him, if you give yourself time and allow for it."

The door behind Maglor opened, and Glorfindel's sleep-mussed head peered out at the pair. He seemed distinctly uncomfortable, as if catching them in the act of something terribly intimate. "Sorry," he muttered, shutting the door quickly.

Erestor slipped from Maglor's arms, giving his hand a quick squeeze, and went after Glorfindel. Glorfindel sat hunched on the bed, his head in his hands. He didn't look up when Erestor entered, only laughed bitterly. "I should have known you would fall in love with him."

There was stunned silence from Erestor, and then he laughed. It was completely inappropriate, and he stifled it quickly. "Glorfindel, I love Maglor, yes, because he's dear to me, but I am not in love with him. He loves David, and David loves him. And I love you."

Glorfindel turned on the bed, eyes intent on Erestor. "Then why have you refused my company? Why have you barely spoken to me since that first night? What did I do *wrong*, Erestor?"

In the tortured, frightened face of his lover, Erestor saw through the newly-created hunter and, for the first time in weeks, saw *Glorfindel*. He smiled, crawled onto the bed behind Glorfindel, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "Because I've been an insensitive ass, too wrapped up in his own self-pity," he murmured against the delicate shell of Glorfindel's ear.

"What are you afraid of?" Glorfindel asked quietly.

"Losing you," Erestor replied. "Losing who it was I fell in love with. You are so different now. You kill as Maglor does. As David does. Without a second of remorse for the act, and that frightens me."

Glorfindel kissed Erestor's wrist and leaned into the embrace. "I reconcile the death of someone with my need to feed, Erestor. Why should I feel guilt over living?" he asked. "I never felt guilt for eating the rabbit I caught while on patrol, or the pheasant brought in from the forest. It does not mean I have no respect or reverence for the life that sacrifices itself so that I can continue."

Erestor listened to Glorfindel explain this, and slowly, he nodded. A smile spreads across his face, and he nuzzled Glorfindel's throat. "And what of that coupling in the loft? It was also unlike you."

"I wanted you. By the Valar, I had wanted you for days, but--" Glorfindel shook his head. "I did not know it would upset you."

"I was unprepared. Everything had changed so quickly."

Glorfindel turned in Erestor's arms, kissed him sweetly. "Not so much has changed, Erestor."

Erestor smiled. "Is that so?"

"Shall I demonstrate?" Glorfindel asked, a dark, wicked glint in his blue eyes.

Erestor laughed. "Oh, please do..."

*****

Maglor put aside his paper when David emerged. His lover looked around, frowned, and asked, "Where are Glorfindel and Erestor?"

He nodded to the closed door. "In there."

David walked over and opened the door a fraction, and gasped.

He'd not seen the two entwined together before, and in the city lights that poured through the window, they were beautiful. Erestor sat propped against the headboard of the bed with Glorfindel astride his lap. Like a graceful dancer, Glorfindel rose and fell, his long hair pooled on Erestor's thighs as he tilted his head back to expose his throat to Erestor.

The bite was so tender, gentle, and Glorfindel cried out softly, his arms tightening around Erestor's shoulders, and David's heart raced.

Maglor rested his head on David's shoulders, a hand on his hip and the other deftly untying his sleep pants. "They're so beautiful," Maglor murmured. "They always were. Perfectly matched. Light and dark."

David's throat was dry, his cock hard, and he nodded numbly as Erestor's hand reached between the lovers to stroke Glorfindel's sex at the same time Maglor's hand wrapped around his. "We shouldn't be watching," David whispered roughly.

"They know we're watching," Maglor purred. "And I think they don't mind one bit."

Erestor left Glorfindel's throat, his lips slick with blood, and then Glorfindel struck. A sharp cry from Erestor, a tensing of muscles, and they came together.

David's heart swelled, just as his erection, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out with his climax. Maglor pulled David away from the nuzzling, content couple, closing the door, and grinned as he wiped his hand on his slacks.

"Hungry?" he asked David, his eyes all pupil and need.

"For you," David said.

"I had so hoped you'd say that," Maglor said, voice like liquid silk, and he pulled David into their bedroom.

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