Chapter Text
Your jealousy kinda looks good on me
***
The car ride back to Mordor began in tense silence. Elrond could feel a dark energy radiating from Adar who glowered beside him. The harsh expression on his face was illuminated each time they passed under a street light, the eerie glow revealing splashes of scarlet drying on scarred flesh.
After several minutes of this uncomfortable quiet, Adar muttered a low, rumbling command. “Take off your shirt.”
Elrond blushed, surprised by this request. “My shirt?”
The older man leaned forward to retrieve a first aid kit stashed under the seat. “I need to clean and dress your wound.”
“Oh…” Elrond turned his attention to the bloodsoaked garment, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.
His fingers trembled as he worked the buttons loose, and he felt a flash of embarrassment mixed with relief when Adar jumped in to assist him. Evidently the older man was too impatient to deal with the delicate fastenings, opting instead to rip the shirt open with a scowl. Elrond stifled a laugh as buttons went flying in the enclosed space, the sound dying on his tongue when he saw Adar’s serious demeanor. The mobster pushed the tattered garment open to reveal the wound hidden beneath, and Elrond shivered, suddenly feeling exposed under his intense gaze.
Adar retrieved disinfectant wipes from the kit and began to dab the shallow cut just beneath his ribs. Thankfully the bleeding had stopped, but Elrond’s abs tensed when the damp cloth made contact with his skin, wincing from the cold sensation. Adar’s eyes darted up at his sharp inhalation, and Elrond tried to give a reassuring smile.
“It’s just a little cut,” he said breathlessly. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Just an inch to the right, and the blade might have pierced a vital organ,” Adar replied darkly. “I think I’m well within my rights to worry when my reckless boyfriend decides to go and get himself stabbed…”
Elrond’s pulse jumped when the older man referred to him as his boyfriend, but the sting of disinfectant cut short his celebration. “Kemen only managed to stab me because someone was distracting me.”
Adar let out a noncommittal grunt, setting aside the disinfectant and ripping open a package of gauze.
“How did you find me?” Elrond inquired after another stretch of loaded silence.
Adar pressed the gauze to the wound. “Hold that in place for a moment.”
The younger man obeyed, watching as his lover retrieved a bandage roll from the kit. He lifted his arms up to allow easier access when Adar began to dress his wound, those strong hands wrapping the bandaging around his torso with the same patience and skill he employed in other intimate activities.
“You haven’t answered my question,” Elrond murmured.
Adar quirked an eyebrow but still didn’t meet his gaze. “You said earlier that you knew I would come for you.”
The older man secured the bandage in place, then put the medical supplies back in the kit, stowing it away as Elrond tentatively lowered his arms.
“I did, but I’m still curious as to how you managed it.”
Adar leaned back, reaching out to take Elrond’s hand. His thumb caressed bruised knuckles, and his eyes landed pointedly on the watch adorning his lover’s wrist.
“I made sure I would always be able to find you.”
“You put a tracking device in my watch?”
Elrond’s blood warmed as Adar’s fingers wrapped around his wrist. Those striking blue eyes finally met his gaze, that familiar possessive glint stirring something deep within.
“Does that bother you, songbird?”
“It should,” the younger man admitted. “If you’re going to be such a controlling boyfriend, then at the very least you could be honest about it.”
Adar tugged on his arm, pulling Elrond into his lap with a hungry look. “I was under the impression that you like it when I control you.”
Elrond felt his cock harden as he straddled his lover’s firm thighs. Adar smirked when he pulled the younger man flush against him, reveling in the undeniable evidence of this claim.
“That may be,” Elrond countered, voice unsteady. “But I don’t like it when you use lies and deception to do it.”
He caught a glimpse of regret on the older man’s face, but the grip on his waist tightened.
“Dishonesty seems to be a flaw that we share…” Adar’s accusation came out as a rasp. “If you wished to visit your friends, why didn’t you simply tell me instead of deceiving your guards and sneaking off?”
Elrond flushed, ears turning pink at this pointed question. “I…I didn’t think you’d let me.”
Adar looked up at him, expression stern and severe. “So you decided to break the rules and deceive your guards based on an assumption ? You would rather put yourself in danger than have an open conversation with me.”
Elrond squirmed in the mobster’s lap, suddenly feeling foolish and ashamed.
“If I have ever given you reason to believe that you cannot be honest with me about something you desire, then I am sorry,” Adar told him gravely.
“That’s not…I didn’t…” Elrond struggled to articulate his thoughts. “You have every right to be angry with me.”
The older man’s gaze softened ever so slightly. “I’m not angry with you, El.”
This confession caught Elrond off guard, and the dynamic between them suddenly shifted. He felt Adar’s fingers dig into his hips, and he realized the mobster was afraid to let him go. Elrond’s fierce protector was not as impervious as he seemed.
The younger man decided to distract his savior from this inner turmoil with his surest weapon–desire. He rolled his hips, letting his erection grind into Adar’s stomach with a tantalizing smile. “Are you going to punish me for ditching my security, Daddy?”
Adar frowned, hands grasping slender hips as Elrond rocked against him. “Rest assured, you will be punished as soon as we get home, brat , but not until I have you locked inside our bedroom…not until I am absolutely certain you are safe. Tempting as it might be to let you ride my cock for the rest of our drive home…”
Elrond’s erection throbbed at the suggestion, but he could sense the real fear behind Adar’s words. “I’m okay, Adar. Really. You don’t have to worry.”
The mobster wrapped his arms around Elrond, gingerly avoiding his injury as he pulled the younger man against his chest. His startled lover instinctively relaxed into this embrace, sensing that his savior needed comfort rather than lust.
“You have me. Kemen is dead. I’m safe.”
Some of Adar’s tension seemed to ease, but he clung to his reclaimed lover for the remainder of the ride home. Elrond continued to murmur reassurances into the curve of Adar’s throat, knowing the mobster bore wounds that only one phrase could heal.
“I’m safe…I’m safe…I’m safe…”
***
I think you're full of it
(What's that?) I'll show you how I throw a fit
(On the attack) go on and talk your shit
I stopped listenin', blame it on conditionin', call me a brat
***
Adar shrugged out of his jacket as the car pulled up to the back entrance of Mordor. “Put this on. If I bring you into the club covered in blood, you’re bound to draw attention, and that’s the last thing we need tonight.”
Elrond eyed the garment dubiously but didn’t resist when the older man draped it over his shoulders. The lining of the jacket was still warm from Adar’s body heat, and the familiar scent of his cologne clung to the fabric, enticing and comforting as Elrond slid his arms into the sleeves.
“What about you?” he asked. “You’re wearing quite a bit of Kemen’s blood yourself…”
Adar gave his shirt a cursory glance. “Yes, well, I’m not the one wearing white…besides, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but people rarely pay attention to my grisled face when they can admire yours instead.”
Elrond frowned at this self-deprecating reply. “I happen to be quite fond of your face.”
The older man didn’t acknowledge this compliment, turning instead to open the car door and slip out into the cool night air. He scanned their surroundings for a moment then reached in and wrapped a hand around Elrond’s upper arm, pulling the younger man out of the vehicle. Lurka and Damrod flanked their boss as he escorted his troublesome lover toward Mordor.
Elrond was uncertain of the hour, but judging by the thumping bass emanating from the closed door, the club was still busy. He supposed their entrance would be more likely to go unnoticed in a large crowd. Then again, more people meant more eyes, and even one overly observant patron could pose a problem.
Elrond stumbled briefly as Adar dragged him inside. The door shut behind them, and his eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden lack of light.
“Unhand me,” he snapped when the older man started to pull him further into the darkened corridor. “I am perfectly capable of walking without your assistance.”
Adar came to a sudden halt, leaning in close to snarl in his ear. “You’ve proven yourself a bit of a flight risk tonight, and unlike your negligent guards, I’m not about to let you give me the slip.”
Elrond hated how eagerly his body responded to the older man’s admonishing tone. “I’m not going to give you the slip, Daddy. I’ll be good. I promise.”
A growl rumbled in Adar’s throat as Elrond’s fingers descended, teasing the buckle of his belt and flashing a sultry smile. For a moment, the mobster’s gaze dropped to his lover’s mouth, but then those blue eyes sharpened.
“You can’t flirt your way back into my good graces quite so easily, brat,” he said, his grasp on Elrond’s arm constricting. The pain sent a jolt of arousal through the younger man’s body, and his teeth dug into his lower lip as Adar glared down at him.
“You’re going to be on a short leash for a long time, little songbird.” Adar’s breath caressed Elrond’s throat as he murmured this warning. “I’m not letting you out of my sight until you’ve proven I can trust you again. Is that understood?”
The younger man felt his knees go weak when Adar’s other hand wrapped around his throat. He could sense Damrod and Lurka watching them in silence, and the shame of this humiliation was a strange aphrodisiac.
“Is that understood, brat ?” Adar repeated the question, either oblivious or indifferent to their audience.
Finally, Elrond managed a reply, his own voice breathless with want. “Yes…”
Adar’s ownership of the younger man was unquestionable, asserting his dominance with a single word. “Yes…?”
“Yes, Daddy ,” Elrond gasped, suddenly hard as a rock.
This eager reply was rewarded with an arrogant smirk. “Good…”
Magrot emerged from the shadows just as Adar’s hand withdrew from Elrond’s throat. “I see your retrieval was a success.”
“Successful enough that we have quite the mess to clean up,” the mob boss replied grimly. “Did you send the cleaners?”
“They’re on their way as we speak,” Magrot assured him.
“Excellent.” Adar gave a stiff nod. “And Druv?”
“Left with Shelob about an hour ago.”
“Any sign of Vrath?”
“Some of the boys found him trying to sneak out of town,” Magrot replied. “They’ve got him downstairs. Figured you’d want to handle him yourself…”
These ominous words cut through the haze of lust surrounding Elrond, and he tensed in Adar’s grasp. “My guards?”
Adar started to drag him down the corridor once more, ignoring this question.
“Let Damrod take care of him,” he told his second in command. “He’s earned a little fun after tonight, and get Lurka a bottle of that scotch he’s been eyeing. Their loyalty should be rewarded.”
Elrond felt a stab of dread as Damrod’s lips widened to reveal a sinister smile. The hulking enforcer’s penchant for violence was infamous, and his look of glee did not bode well for Vrath.
“Don’t punish my guards for my transgression,” Elrond insisted. “I am the one to blame, not them.”
Adar’s eyes were cold as he uttered his reply. “I pay Vrath and Druv to protect you. They failed to do so, and then they tried to hide that failure from me.”
“And you think they are deserving of death for one mistake?”
“If you are so concerned about the well being of your guards, then perhaps you should have considered how your actions might impact those around you,” Adar told him. “Did you think that your reckless behaviour wouldn’t result in consequences for Vrath and Druv as well?”
Elrond was dumbfounded. He truly hadn’t taken such a possibility into account. “I…”
The sound of a commotion erupted further down the corridor, and Elrond trailed off as a familiar voice cut through the thrumming cacophony.
“I’m not leaving until I see him!”
Durin’s stout figure was obscured by the bouncers swarming around him, but Elrond caught a glimpse of red hair as a scuffle ensued. Despite being outnumbered and the size disadvantage, Durin was holding his own against Mordor’s well trained security staff.
Elrond called out in disbelief when his friend finally came into view. “Durin?” He started forward, but Adar’s grip on his arm prevented him from interceding on Durin’s behalf.
“Elrond!” His friend perked up, trying to push past the guards with renewed vigor. One of them staggered as Durin’s fist collided with his face. “Let me in, ya daft bastards!”
The bouncers glanced at Adar who signalled his consent with a gesture. Durin glared up at the three men upon his release then strutted toward the mob boss.
“Adar, I presume?”
The mobster nodded in confirmation. “And you must be Durin.”
“Ah, so Elrond has told you about me,” Durin replied gruffly. “I’m surprised since he’s told me nearly fuck all about you, lover boy…”
Elrond bit back a laugh, and the surrounding bouncers looked astounded. Clearly no one had ever referred to the mob boss as ‘lover boy’ before.
Adar’s lips quirked into a momentary smile. “Sorry to disappoint you, but Elrond hasn’t been particularly forthcoming about your friendship. However, I took it upon myself to do some research of my own.”
Durin glanced at the hand encircling Elrond’s arm, and his expression soured. “That makes two of us then…well, three of us technically…my wife has probably found your blood type and baptismal records by now. She can be quite the tenacious detective when she sets her mind to it.”
The mobster’s smile turned into a frown. “Can she now?”
“What are you doing here, Durin?” Elrond asked, desperate to shift focus. The last thing he wanted was for Adar to perceive his friends as a threat.
“Disa and I started to worry when you never texted that you got home,” Durin explained. “We tried calling, and when you didn’t answer, I decided I’d better come down here to check on you…”
The redhead’s eyes honed in on Elrond’s abdomen, immediately noticing the bloodstains and bandages. Elrond steeled himself as Durin scowled at Adar.
So much for avoiding attention…
“Is that blood ?” Durin growled.
“Perhaps it is best we continue this conversation in private,” Adar advised, meeting the shorter man’s glare without fear. “Why don’t we step into the security office?”
Durin started to protest, but Elrond gave him a pleading look. “Fine, but just you, me, and Elrond. Tell your thugs to wait outside.”
The mob boss frowned then nodded in assent, giving his men the order to remain with a curt gesture. Glûg looked startled when the door to the security office swung open, eyes wide in the glow of countless video feeds.
“Get the fuck out,” Adar barked. Glûg leapt to obey, and the relentless pounding music became a faint rumble as the door to the corridor clicked shut in his wake.
Adar relinquished his grip on Elrond, and Durin immediately lunged forward to inspect his friend’s injury.
“What happened? Did this shady bastard put his hands on you?”
To Elrond’s surprise, Adar took this accusation in stride. “I may be a shady bastard, but I would never harm Elrond.”
Elrond gave his friend a reassuring look. “I’m fine, Durin. It is only a minor injury, and not one of Adar’s making.”
“That’s a lot of blood for a minor injury,” Durin retorted, gesturing to the red stain on Elrond’s torn shirt.
“The knife barely broke skin,” Elrond lied. “And Adar made sure to tend my wound as soon as it was safe to do so.”
His friend’s eyes widened. “Care to explain how you ended up on the wrong end of a knife?”
Elrond glanced at Adar, uncertain how much to disclose. The older man’s expression remained indecipherable.
“I got kidnapped by another syndicate after I left your house,” he confessed, hastily continuing before Durin could interject. “ But Adar came to my rescue before my captors could inflict any serious harm.”
His friend glanced down at the wound, brow furrowing. After a moment of tense silence, he turned to look at Adar, and his suspicious glare lost some of its edge. “Is this true?”
Adar leaned against the wall, brooding as he held the shorter man’s gaze. “Yes.”
Durin studied the mobster for a moment before grunting another question. “You took care of the bastards that put Elrond in danger?”
A morbid understanding passed between the two men, and Adar gave a nod.
Durin eyed the mob boss with reluctant respect. “Good. This boyfriend of yours can be a little too kindhearted sometimes, and he needs someone who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty.”
Adar moved to stand behind Elrond, hands latching onto his hips and pulling him back into a protective embrace. “I’m always willing to get my hands dirty on Elrond’s behalf…”
The younger man blushed at this suggestive statement, and he caught a glimpse of a smile on Adar’s stern face.
“And while I cannot keep Elrond out of danger entirely…trouble always seems to follow him as you probably know…but I promise that I will do everything I can to protect him from harm.”
Elrond tilted his head back to look up at his lover, and to his surprise, Adar leaned down to bestow a kiss upon his forehead. The chaste brush of lips was unexpectedly endearing.
Durin watched this tender exchange in silence. After a moment, he cleared his throat to break the spell between Elrond and his protector.
“See that you do.” He straightened up and started toward the door with a shrug. “And if any harm does come to Elrond, my wife and I will be paying this little establishment of yours a visit…and Disa won’t be nearly as understanding as I am.”
Adar glanced down at Elrond, one eyebrow lifting in a silent inquiry.
“Seriously, don’t fuck with Disa,” he whispered up at the older man. “Nicest woman you’ll ever meet…and truly terrifying if you cross her.”
“I see…” Adar mused.
“Well, I best be taking my leave,” Durin said. “I’ll inform Disa that you’re safe and sound, but she’ll probably call you first thing in the morning just to make sure.”
Elrond chuckled. “Tell Disa I’ll call her. I’m afraid my phone is still missing after the kidnapping.”
“Of course it is.” Durin shook his head in disbelief. “But I’m sure this rich bastard will buy you a new one soon enough.”
“ Goodnight , Durin,” Elrond interjected before his friend could embarrass him further.
“Yeah…yeah…goodnight.” Durin gave a dismissive wave then stepped out into the corridor.
Elrond felt his body go slack as the door shut behind his friend, and he ran a hand through his hair to dispel his nerves. “Sorry, Durin can be a bit much…but he means well.”
“Rather hot tempered,” Adar agreed. “But he came here to protect you…a move that I respect.”
“Perhaps we could invite him and Disa over for dinner sometime,” Elrond suggested. “Give you a chance to get to know my friends under better circumstances.”
Adar’s smile was soft and genuine. “I’d like that.”
“You would?” Elrond couldn’t mask the uncertainty in his voice, and Adar reached out to caress his face.
“They’re important to you,” he replied gently. “Of course I want to get to know them better. Besides, if I want to avoid the wrath of this fearsome Disa, I should try to get in her good graces as soon as possible.”
Elrond let out a shaky laugh. “A wise strategy indeed…”
***
The fire burning inside Adar had lost some of its heat after Durin’s departure, but the embers had not cooled entirely. His anger and fear would not be quelled until he knew Elrond was truly safe which meant he needed to get him somewhere safe as soon as possible.
The younger man was less reluctant when Adar took him by the arm and led him back out into the corridor, moving toward the stairs that led away from the vibrant nightclub and up to his private stronghold.
“Increase the perimeter patrols until dawn,” Adar told Magrot as he swept past with his prize in tow. “I doubt The Southlands will retaliate tonight, but I’m not taking any chances.”
His second in command followed them to the private entrance. “I’ll double the security, boss.”
“Elrond and I have much to discuss.” Adar paused at the base of the stairs to utter this cryptic statement, and Elrond blushed, anxious and intrigued as the mobster continued. “We are not to be disturbed for the rest of the night.”
Magrot eyed the two of them with grim understanding then retreated with a deferential nod. Adar began his ascent, impatient to get Elrond alone. The younger man struggled to keep up with his brisk pace, and when Adar scooped him into his arms, his brat let out an irritated huff.
“Are you seriously carrying me to the bedroom like some sort of caveman?”
“You’ve been through a lot tonight,” Adar said calmly. “And I thought perhaps you might be tired.”
As always, Elrond was far too captivating when he glared up at the mob boss. “I am not quite so tired that I cannot manage a flight of stairs.”
“I am pleased to hear it,” Adar replied. “But you’re going to need that energy when we reach our destination…and I’d rather you not waste it on climbing stairs.”
The younger man’s anger was undermined by his flustered expression, and whatever argument was poised on the tip of his tongue vanished in an instant.
“Why is it you ignore the rules I put in place to protect your life…and yet you’re so eager to behave when there’s a chance I might fuck you?” the older man mused, reaching the top of the stairs and heading down the hallway.
“Only a chance?” Elrond teased. “I thought the infamous Lord of Mordor always made good on his threats.”
His rosy lips formed a tempting pout. Adar knew he should resent the blatant attempt at manipulation, but he was too aroused to care.
“I believe I told you that you would be punished once we got home,” the mobster replied. “I never promised I would fuck you, brat.”
Elrond’s pout drooped into a frown. “But I–”
Adar set his stubborn songbird back on the ground as they reached the bedroom door, and he glared down at his lover, hand poised on the doorknob. “Tonight, I am going to remind you who is really in charge, El. I will be the one calling the shots, and if you want to prove that you learned from your earlier mistake, you will obey my commands and take whatever punishment I deem necessary. Have I made myself clear?”
Elrond’s gray eyes were wide with shock. This harsh order lacked the usual playfulness of their dynamic, and the younger man seemed to sense that this was not a game. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” Adar swung the door open and gestured toward the threshold. “Now get inside…unless you’d rather I take you back downstairs and teach you the error of your ways in front of my men?”
The defiant beauty’s face turned an enticing shade of pink, and Adar filed this reaction away as something to decipher at a later date. He had long suspected his brat was a bit of an exhibitionist, but he wasn’t in the mood for an audience tonight.
After a moment, Elrond seemed to regain his composure, breezing past Adar and into the bedroom. The mobster followed him inside then turned to lock the door. He felt a wave of relief as the deadbolt clicked into place. His songbird was back in his cage, slightly battered but safe at last.
Elrond was already peeling off clothes by the time Adar turned around, pale shoulders coming into view as the jacket and bloodstained shirt fell to the floor. The older man was tempted to kiss the freckles dotting his lover’s exposed shoulder blades, but he resisted the urge.
“Did I tell you to take your clothes off, brat?”
Elrond stilled, head tilting as he cast a glance over his shoulder. “I wasn’t aware that undressing required your permission, Daddy. Am I allowed to breathe or do I need your permission for that as well?”
Adar’s jaw clenched. He should have expected this from Elrond. His obstinate lover was testing boundaries already. “Breathing is permitted. However, when I want you naked, I will undress you myself.”
There was a rebellious gleam in Elrond’s eyes, but he gave a resigned sigh and bent down to retrieve the discarded garments.
“Leave those,” Adar barked. “No sense in covering up what has already been revealed.”
Elrond let out another irritated huff but stood upright, keeping his back toward the older man. Adar eased toward him, admiring the younger man’s lean frame. The muscles in Elrond’s back tensed as the mobster drew near, but Adar took his time, knowing the anticipation was driving him mad.
“Enjoying the view?” his brat inquired after several moments of silence.
“Immensely…” Adar confessed as he circled around Elrond, letting his gaze scrape down the other man’s body with blatant desire.
Elrond tried in vain to hide how much this praise affected him, but the telltale dusting of pink on his cheeks revealed the truth. His chin tilted up in a silent challenge as Adar closed the distance between them. “Is this how you plan to punish me? Keeping me in suspense while you leer at me like a creep.”
“If I recall,” Adar purred, fingers unfastening the buckle at Elrond’s waist. “You didn’t seem to mind me leering at you the night we met…”
The younger man remained silent as Adar tugged the belt through the loops of his trousers, tossing it aside without hesitation.
“...in fact…” the older man continued, working the button fly open and slowly pulling down the zipper. “...I think you found my leering flattering enough that you stumbled into my bed and never left…my needy little attention whore…”
Elrond’s pupils dilated as Adar spoke this degrading epithet. “Can you blame me for never leaving? It is a very comfortable bed.”
Adar’s fingers slid under the waistband, and he slowly knelt, dragging Elrond’s trousers down with him. “Is that the only reason you stayed? The quality of my mattress?”
The younger man’s lips curled into a playful smile. “I must confess there have been other perks to sharing your bed…”
“What other perks?” Adar inquired once he had divested Elrond of everything but his underwear and the watch encircling his thin wrist. “Enlighten me.”
Another flash of defiance crossed Elrond’s face as he looked down at the man kneeling before him. “Is that an order, Daddy?”
The older man’s hand slid up Elrond’s thigh, palming him through his underwear. The younger man let out a ragged moan, and Adar felt Elrond’s cock harden in his grasp. “Answer the question, brat.”
“I stayed because you fucked me so thoroughly that first night I knew no one else would ever compare…” Elrond’s hand latched onto Adar’s shoulder, steadying himself as he panted this confession. “...and also because I could barely walk the next day…”
Adar smiled up at his lover triumphantly, withdrawing his hand and rising to his feet.
“Is that all it takes to keep you from running headfirst into trouble, Elrond?”
His fingers tangled in Elrond’s hair, pulling wild curls taut as he nuzzled into the curve of his throat.
“If so, I will gladly fuck you hard enough to ensure you are bedridden for the foreseeable future.”
Elrond trembled as Adar’s tongue dragged along his collarbone, smearing the blood and sweat that coated the younger man’s skin.
“I should probably shower,” Elrond murmured breathlessly. “I’m absolutely filthy.”
Adar’s hand grabbed onto the younger man’s slender waist before he could escape. His voice came out in a low rumble. “No.”
He could sense Elrond’s trepidation as he issued this firm command, but his lover did not resist when the mobster drew him back into his embrace.
“You could join me,” Elrond suggested cautiously. “Help wash off all this blood before you have your way with me…”
Adar’s mouth retreated from Elrond’s throat, but his grasp on the younger man remained firm.
“I want to see his blood on you. I want to taste it on your skin while I fuck some sense into my stubborn brat.”
Horror and arousal mingled on Elrond’s fair face when Adar spoke this dark confession. His gaze was drawn to the mobster’s mouth, his lips undoubtedly stained red with the evidence of Kemen’s death.
“You made quite the mess tonight, little songbird,” Adar rasped, hand wrapping around the back of Elrond’s neck as he drew him in for a kiss. “And now you’re gonna lie in it…”
The younger man let out a whimper when Adar’s mouth collided with his, but his lips immediately parted, allowing the older man’s tongue to plunge into his mouth. However intractable Elrond might be, he was quite pliable now, clinging to Adar like a man lost in a tempest.
Another strangled moan caught in Elrond’s throat as Adar’s teeth snagged on his lower lip. His hips rolled reflexively, grinding his erection against the older man’s thigh in desperate pursuit of friction. Suddenly, Elrond’s knees buckled, and Adar felt a twinge of panic as the other man went slack in his embrace.
“Are you alright?” He hastily broke the kiss, stepping back to study the bandages around the younger man’s torso. “Did I bump your wound?”
“No,” Elrond told him, voice unsteady despite his reassuring smile. “It’s just…I lost quite a bit of blood earlier, and I’m afraid the blood I retained has descended to one particular appendage…which has left me a bit lightheaded.”
Adar inwardly chastised himself for not considering the effects of blood loss. He had been too preoccupied by fear and lust to properly care for his injured lover, but he was determined to make up for that oversight.
Elrond let out a beleaguered sigh as the older man scooped him up once more and carried him toward the bed. “Once again, the bed is only a few feet away…I could have walked.”
Adar ignored the younger man’s protests, depositing him on the edge of the mattress. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
Elrond must have been more tired than he was letting on because he complied without a snarky retort. Adar retrieved a bottle of water and a protein bar from a dresser drawer. He always kept a stash of food in his quarters, a habit that lingered long after the threat of poverty had waned. For once he was grateful that he hadn’t given up this particular practice.
“Eat and drink,” he said as he offered Elrond this meager sustenance. “You need to hydrate and replenish.”
Despite his obvious fatigue, there was a hint of mischief to Elrond’s grateful smile. “Is that an order, Daddy?”
Adar grappled with conflicting urges as his lover’s pretty face looked up at him. His need to care for Elrond was tangled up with baser desires. He would gladly attend to all of Elrond’s needs if the younger man would let him.
“Yes, it is.”
Elrond looked like he was tempted to argue, but he reluctantly lifted the bottle of water to his lips, taking a few experimental sips. Adar sat beside him on the bed, watching patiently as the other man nibbled on the protein bar.
“Sorry,” Elrond muttered after a few minutes of quiet consumption. “I didn’t mean to ruin the mood like this.”
Adar’s brow furrowed at this apology. “Your wellbeing is more important than the mood, El. I know our arrangement has mostly revolved around the bedroom until now, but I want more than sex from you.”
Elrond eyed him skeptically as he took another swig of water. Some color had returned to his pale face. “I thought you wanted to keep your business and your personal life separate?”
It was the mobster’s turn to sigh. “It’s a little too late for that now. I thought I could protect you by keeping you in the dark, but this kidnapping proved just how foolish that plan was.”
The younger man set aside the empty bottle and wrapper and reached out to take Adar’s hand.
“Perhaps there is a silver lining to this situation. Before tonight Mordor was just a minor syndicate…but with Kemen out of the way, you could claim The Southlands territory for your own. If you let me help you, we could leverage his death to increase Mordor’s power.”
Adar shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not letting you get involved in this business, El. I don’t think you realize the danger you were in tonight. If I hadn’t arrived when I did, Kemen might have killed you.”
Elrond squeezed his hand, soft gray eyes somehow sharp as he met Adar’s gaze. “I am not as naive as you think, Adar. I spent much of my childhood surrounded by dangerous men, and I know a true killer when I see one. Kemen could barely figure out how to hold a gun.”
Adar lifted the younger man’s hand up to his mouth, lips pressing a kiss into his palm.
“Kemen’s ambition was undeniable,” Elrond continued. “But he wasn’t clever enough to realize the repercussions of his actions.”
He gently pushed the older man down onto the bed, moving to straddle him with a sultry smile.
“Any experienced mob boss would understand there are certain lines you do not cross…and everyone knows you don’t fuck with another mobster’s loved ones, especially a civilian.”
Adar glanced at his lover’s injury, protective instincts flaring once more. “True…”
“I knew Kemen wasn’t a real threat as soon as I met him,” Elrond stated calmly. He leaned forward, thighs clenching Adar’s waist. The slight pressure was intoxicating, and his hands wrapped around the younger man’s hip bones, anchoring their bodies together.
“Seeing the two of us together planted the seed in his mind…and now his failed attempt to grasp for more power has worked in your favor.”
Once again, Elrond’s ruthless tone awakened a fierce yearning in Adar. The cunning beauty looked down at him, innocent smile not quite reaching his eyes. A strange suspicion began to pierce through the lust clouding the mobster’s thoughts.
“Wait,” Adar rasped, mind reeling as clarity struck. “You didn’t ditch your guards just so you could visit your friends. You were using yourself as bait… ”
Elrond’s teeth dug into his lower lip, and he gave a coy shrug. The older man let out a growl, flipping his brat onto his back. Elrond looked far too pleased with himself as Adar pinned him to the mattress.
“You intentionally put yourself in danger because you wanted Kemen to kidnap you,” Adar snarled. “Why the fuck would you do something so fucking stupid?”
“You should be thanking me.” Elrond writhed beneath him, his triumphant expression hardening into one of defiance. “I gave you the perfect excuse to eliminate a rival syndicate.”
“Do you honestly believe that I would gamble with your life on the slim chance it might gain me a little more power?” Adar’s careful control had started to crack, his voice ragged at the thought of losing the beautiful, reckless man beneath him.
“Sometimes you have to take risks to reap the benefits.” Elrond looked confused by his lover’s reaction. “I saw this as my chance to prove that I’m more than just a pretty accessory in your life, Adar. I wanted to show you that I can help you with the business. I thought–”
“I don’t give a damn about the business!” Adar snapped. “Your life is more important than that.”
The younger man fell silent, stunned by the mobster’s outburst.
“When I learned about your disappearance, do you know what my first reaction was?” Adar inquired.
“Anger?” Elrond murmured tentatively.
Adar shook his head as he tried to fight his own emotions. “It wasn’t anger that I felt in that moment, El…it was fear . I was afraid that I might lose you, and I knew I would never forgive myself if you died before I could tell you…”
Elrond reached up to wipe the tears forming in the corners of Adar’s eyes. His expression was baffled and concerned. “Tell me what?”
Adar pressed a palm to Elrond’s face, thumb caressing the bruise left by his fallen enemy. Even in his fragile state, there was an understated strength to the younger man. His beauty moved Adar in ways he hadn’t fully understood until this moment. Finally, the jaded mobster took a deep breath and let the confession spill from his lips.
“I love you, Elrond.”
***
I'm buildin' legacies (I'm not mad)
But I like makin' enemies (call me a brat)
Between you and me
I stopped listenin', blame it on conditionin', call me a-
***
“I love you, Elrond.”
Stunned silence followed this sudden confession.
Elrond looked up at Adar, his pulse skipping a beat as those fateful words etched themselves on his heart. When Elrond did not speak, the older man seemed to take this as a rejection, and he started to withdraw, a fleeting glimpse of pain visible as his armor slid back into place.
Elrond immediately realized his mistake, and his hands seized the front of Adar’s shirt before he could retreat entirely.
The mobster glanced down at the fingers grasping his bloodsoaked attire. He seemed unwilling to meet Elrond’s gaze, and this uncharacteristic timidity was gutwrenching.
“I understand that you may not feel the same w–”
Elrond cut him off with a kiss, pulling the older man’s mouth down to meet his own in a desperate collision. Adar stiffened at this abrupt contact, but he soon melted into Elrond’s embrace, a low moan rumbling in his throat as he pressed the younger man down into the mattress.
“Are you daft?” Elrond gasped between frenzied kisses. “Of course I feel the same. I love you, Adar.”
The genuine surprise on the other man’s face made his heart ache.
“I have for a while now. I was just too afraid to tell you because I thought…”
Elrond hesitated, feeling vulnerable and giddy as Adar peppered his jaw with kisses.
“I thought you didn’t want anything serious with me. The sex has always been phenomenal, but you never seemed to want more from me. I was afraid if I demanded more from you…you might discard me. I was a welcome distraction but ultimately disposable…”
“What a pair of fools we make…” Adar pulled back so he could meet the younger man’s shining eyes. “I thought there was no possible way a man of your youth and beauty would want a grumpy old gangster like me, and I was just grateful to have you share my bed until you found someone more deserving to claim your heart.”
Elrond rose up, pressing his lips to the scar that ran along the side of his lover’s face. Adar’s breath hitched at the delicate touch. His pupils were blown wide when Elrond fell back upon the mattress, mussed hair framing his smiling face.
“The truth is I fell in love with you the night we met,” Adar murmured, reaching down to push some of those errant curls aside. “I knew I had to make you mine the moment you stole that cigarette right out of my mouth. The audacity of it made me want to bend you over the railing and fuck you right then and there…”
The younger man chuckled. The sound drew the mobster’s hungry gaze to his lips. “I’d be more than willing to reenact that moment if you’d like to carry out that particular fantasy…”
“Don’t tempt me, brat,” Adar growled.
Elrond smirked up at him, arching his back in a shameless display. “Is that an order, Daddy ?”
The older man rolled his hips, and Elrond could feel every inch of his lover’s impressive length harden between them. “Fuck, you drive me crazy, El…”
A sultry laugh spilled from Elrond’s lips. “And you love me for it.”
“I do.” Adar returned his smile. “I love you so much.”
“You love me.” Elrond felt those words deep within, a warmth that had nothing to do with lust kindling in his heart. “And I love you.”
“You love me…” Adar echoed this statement back to him. His voice was breathless and tinged with disbelief, and when he leaned down to capture Elrond’s lips with his own, the kiss was staggeringly tender.
A strangled moan caught in Elrond’s throat as Adar’s hands began to explore his body. His touch was a tantalizing contrast to his usual bedroom demeanor, soft and reverent instead of rough and possessive. Still, beneath this unprecedented gentleness, Adar’s hunger remained.
“If that is true,” the older man rasped, eyes dark as his lips withdrew from Elrond’s mouth. “Then I need you to promise that you will not put the man I love in danger like you did today. Promise me you will not risk your life for the sake of power ever again, El.”
Guilt wracked Elrond as he looked up at the mobster. Adar’s long dark hair surrounded them like a curtain, isolating the two of them from the complicated world beyond. Confronted by the true depth of his lover’s pain, Elrond realized how selfish he had been. Adar’s earlier words still haunted him. Elrond hadn’t considered the consequences his actions would have on others, most of all on the man he loved.
“I’m sorry,” he told Adar. “I let my ambitions get the better of me, but I promise I will never intentionally endanger myself again.”
He felt the older man relax above him, relieved by this vow.
“But if this is going to be a real relationship,” Elrond continued. “No more hiding me away like a dirty secret. If you want me in your life as your partner, then you can’t shut me out when it's convenient…relegating me to the bedroom when you have more important matters to address.”
Adar studied him for a moment then relented. “I promise you will be my partner in all things, El. I thought I was protecting you, but I realize now that I was selfish and scared.”
Elrond’s palm came to rest on the mobster’s scarred cheek. Adar’s eyes fluttered shut as he savored this touch. When his gaze met Elrond’s once more, his expression was one of determination.
“You will be a secret no longer,” Adar purred, his hands cradling Elrond’s face. “I want all the world to know that Elrond Peredhel belongs to me …and I will personally inform all the syndicates that anyone who threatens my songbird will pay with their life.”
Arousal tightened like a knot in Elrond’s gut, his cock throbbing with sudden want. He could still see flecks of his kidnappers' blood on Adar’s face. This gruesome realization should have disturbed the prone beauty, but it awakened dark desires instead.
“Does this mean you forgive me, Daddy?” he inquired, lips curling into an enthralling smile.
A moan rattled in Adar’s throat, a dangerous sound that had the younger man shuddering in anticipation.
“If you think your apology will convince me to spare you from punishment, you are sorely mistaken, brat.”
Elrond arched his back, his aching cock brushing against the older man’s erection. The layers of fabric between them felt paper thin. “When have I ever asked you to spare me from punishment?”
The mobster’s jaw clenched at the agonizing friction, and his hands wrapped around Elrond’s wrists, pinning the younger man’s hands to the mattress as he reasserted control.
“What’s your safe word?” he snarled.
Elrond made a half-hearted attempt to break free of his grasp. “Alfirin.”
“Good boy…”
The wild, possessive look on the mobster’s face provoked an urgent erotic need within Elrond. The expression was reminiscent of the stormy glare that had preceded Kemen’s death. That moment should have horrified Elrond, but it had only deepened his desire for the man. He knew Adar would not hesitate to pull the trigger on his behalf again.
“Normally I enjoy corporal punishment,” the younger man said, remembering the wound on his side. “But I’m not sure my body has recovered enough to endure much pain tonight…”
Adar chuckled, and the low vibration rippled across Elrond’s skin. “Don’t worry, little songbird. I am perfectly capable of disciplining you without violence.”
Elrond’s brow creased in confusion, but before he could inquire further, Adar was sliding his underwear down his legs, baring the younger man’s body completely. Elrond’s cock sprang free, rigid and aching from neglect. Adar looked down at his erection with lewd reverence but withheld his touch. This intentional refusal just increased Elrond’s desperation, but he knew better than to beg. Adar did not like to be rushed.
“Enjoying the view again?” the younger man teased.
Adar’s smile was a sordid promise. “Why don’t we enjoy the view together? I want you to see just how beautiful you are when I get you all worked up…”
Elrond didn’t quite understand this suggestion until Adar hoisted him off the bed and into his lap. The flustered beauty was confronted by his own reflection as Adar moved to the edge of the mattress, positioning Elrond to face a large mirror mounted on the wall.
“Look at you,” Adar whispered, his breath caressing the shell of Elrond’s ear. “You’re exquisite…”
Elrond instinctively began to deny this praise, but he had to admit there was something bewitching about the sight before him. His pale body looked stark against Adar’s dark form, and he realized that while he was completely naked, his lover was still fully clothed. Elrond was so vulnerable in this moment, cheeks flushed and legs spread wide. His eye was immediately drawn to his own engorged cock, a glistening bead of precum dripping from the tip.
“Fuck…” Elrond cursed under his breath when he caught sight of Adar’s face in the mirror. The ravenous glint in his lover’s eyes was enough to drive him wild. He knew that whatever punishment the mobster had planned would be absolute torture followed by absolute bliss.
Adar took hold of Elrond’s wrists, pinning the younger man’s hands behind his back. “Since I know you require explicit instructions, let me make this as clear as possible.”
As sapphire crystal dug into his spine, Elrond realized the watch was still upon his wrist. Evidently, Adar didn’t trust him enough to remove the tracking device, but if the older man still needed reassurance in the form of that particular accessory, Elrond would permit it for now.
The feeling of Adar’s firm hands grasping his arms stirred a strange heat in Elrond’s gut, and he let his head fall back against the mobster’s shoulder, surrendering without a fight for once.
“You are not permitted to touch,” Adar continued. “That rule applies to my body as well as your own.”
Adar’s other hand slid up Elrond’s spine, and possessive fingers grasped the curls at the back of his neck, forcing the younger man to face the mirror once more. The sharp tug on his scalp had Elrond gasping.
“Don’t take your eyes off that mirror,” the older man commanded. “I want you to watch as I worship your perfection…want you to witness how your body responds to my touch…and perhaps then you will truly understand that you belong to me and me alone, brat .”
Elrond eagerly obeyed, hypnotized as Adar’s tongue swept across his taut skin. Blood and saliva left a crimson trail along the slope of his shoulder, and the morbid sight had his cock twitching.
“I’m curious,” the mobster purred into his lover’s bloodstained flesh. “You seem quite comfortable with a gun in your hand, but have you ever witnessed a murder before, songbird?”
Elrond squirmed as teeth teased his throat. The mixture of pain and pleasure was a much needed distraction as he answered this troubling question. “Unfortunately I have seen my fair share of death.”
One of Adar’s eyebrows lifted, intrigued. “And have you ever taken a life yourself?”
Elrond could feel the older man’s cock beneath him, and he rolled his hips, hoping the friction might entice the mobster into further exploration. He caught a glimpse of Adar’s smirk in the mirror. His lover would not be so easily baited.
“I have not,” Elrond confessed breathlessly. “I have wounded men in self-defense before, but I have never killed anyone.”
Adar’s grip on his wrists slackened, and his hand snaked downward to caress the younger man’s thigh. “And yet… you have been the indirect cause of several murders in our short time together, my love.”
Elrond always harbored suspicions, but hearing the mob boss confirm them out loud was unsettling. “How many?”
Adar let out a low hum, lips pressed to the younger man’s shoulder blade as he considered his answer.
“How many men have you killed for me, Daddy?” Elrond repeated the question, gaze fixed on the blue eyes watching him in the mirror.
“Tonight? At least half a dozen…although Lurka and Damrod took out far more guards than I did,” the mob boss replied with a hint of mischief. “Or were you wanting to know how many have perished at my behest since you first stumbled into my bed?”
Elrond knew he should be disturbed by the question, but carnal urges overshadowed this moral dilemma. Adar’s fingers dug into his inner thigh hard enough to bruise, tantalizingly close to the younger man’s erection. Just near enough to drive Elrond mad.
“Adar, please…” He knew he sounded pathetic, but he was too desperate to care.
“Answer the question, El.” The expression on Adar’s face was intoxicatingly ruthless. “Do you want to know how many men I have killed to stake my claim and protect the man I love?”
Elrond bit back a moan. His lover’s adoration was a strange and potent aphrodisiac that he could not resist. “Yes.”
“I’m afraid I’ve had to deal with quite a few of your unwanted admirers, my songbird,” Adar told him darkly. “Your beauty draws more attention than you realize.”
“You think every man that even glances my way is a threat,” Elrond countered, breathless as the other man squeezed his thigh. “And you still haven’t answered the question.”
Adar’s smile was wicked. “Perhaps you'd like to venture a guess? Choose correctly, and you’ll be rewarded.”
Elrond tried in vain to remember all the men that had drawn his protector's ire in the past several months. There was no telling what minor interactions might have triggered Adar’s jealousy–a bartender acting just a little too friendly…a drunk dancing just a little too near…a guard watching just a little too closely.
In the end, he offered up a rather conservative estimate. “Ten?”
Adar gave his hair another tug. “Is that your final answer, brat…or would you like to make a real guess?”
Elrond whimpered, fearful and aroused by the older man’s intensity. It was difficult to focus when all he could think about was the fingers ascending his leg. “Sixteen.”
“Oh Elrond,” Adar murmured. “I fear you have underestimated just how territorial I can be…”
The younger man let out a groan of frustration as Adar’s hand receded, denying him what he desired most. “No, please…”
“Sorry, my love,” the mobster replied. “Wrong answers don’t get rewarded.”
Elrond felt a flash of rebellion rising within him, and he met his lover’s gaze with a defiant glare. “Well, just how many murders have you committed on my behalf, Adar? If you must deny me my reward, then you should at least give me a straight answer.”
A shadow passed over the mob boss’s face, and for a moment, it felt as if he was peering into Elrond’s very soul. Adar’s voice simmered with danger as he uttered his reply. “Twenty-three.”
This number was startling. Elrond had been truly oblivious if so many people had disappeared during his time in Adar’s realm. Part of him was horrified to discover just how much death his lover had wrought, but another part of him reveled in the mobster’s dark, possessive desire.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?” Adar rasped into the crook of his neck. His lips were a troubling shade of scarlet. “For protecting you from the unworthy? For reminding anyone who might dare to touch you that the Lord of Mordor himself has claimed your body and your heart?”
The smell of sweat and blood permeated the air, salt and iron mingling like a macabre perfume.
“You want me to thank you for committing cold blooded murder?”
Elrond let out a shuddering gasp as Adar’s fingers wrapped around his cock. The sudden contact was overwhelming, and he bucked up into the other man’s hand reflexively.
“You didn’t seem to mind when I put a bullet into the back of Kemen’s skull.” Adar began to slowly stroke Elrond’s hard length. “It seems a bit late for a moral quandary now, my love…”
The younger man’s focus was torn between the reflection of the agile hand between his thighs and the cruel seductive smile on the mobster’s face. “I didn’t know…about the others.”
“Perhaps you didn’t know about all those deaths, but you must have suspected a few of them at least.” Adar’s pace increased ever so slightly. “And those suspicions never drove you from my bed, did they?”
Elrond could feel pressure steadily rising, Adar’s dark accusations and firm touch stoking an ember into a fiery blaze.
“In fact, I think tonight revealed a truth you have long been denying…” Adar continued. “Kemen’s death turned you on, didn’t it, Elrond?”
The younger man shook his head, biting his tongue. He could feel an orgasm drawing near despite his lover’s depraved question.
“Does it arouse you knowing that you love a monster?” Adar asked, voice unsteady even as his hand kept its rhythm. “Knowing that I will always protect you…that I will not hesitate to kill for you?”
“Yes!” Elrond keened when Adar’s other hand wrapped around his throat. “I wanted you to fuck me right there on the bloody concrete as soon as you pulled the trigger.”
This confession elicited another growl from his lover. “I wish I had. I should have fucked you right next to his fucking corpse…bet your voice would have echoed so loud in that fucking warehouse that the whole neighborhood would hear you screaming my name.”
“Fuck, Adar…” Elrond thrust into the mobster’s grasp, drunk on his lover’s words. “I think I’m gonna come.”
Adar’s hand suddenly withdrew, and the loss of his touch was so jarring it made Elrond dizzy.
“What? Why did you stop?”
Adar showed no sign of remorse. “Did you forget this was a punishment, brat? You don’t get to come until I feel you’ve learned your lesson.”
This revelation provoked intense anger and arousal simultaneously.
“You’re such a bastard,” Elrond snapped. His jaw tilted up in defiance, but Adar’s hand remained around his neck, holding him firmly in place.
“Careful with that sharp tongue of yours…” the older man warned. “You swore you would obey my orders and take whatever punishment I deemed necessary.”
‘I didn’t promise that I would be polite about it,” Elrond countered. “And you’ve never complained when I put my sharp tongue to use in the past, Daddy.”
Adar’s hand wrapped around the younger man’s cock once more, silencing the stubborn beauty with a gentle squeeze. “I promise you will get a chance to demonstrate just how skilled that mouth of yours can be, but not until I permit it.”
Elrond leaned back against his lover, too weary to put up a fight as deft strokes brought him to the edge of another climax then stopped short. Somehow Adar seemed to sense when he was about to come, and each time his hand would withdraw, leaving Elrond more frustrated and aroused as the ritual repeated.
Finally when he could endure this no longer, Elrond cried out in dismay. “Please, let me come!”
Adar’s expression was one of lewd triumph. “Look at you…so beautiful when you’re all worked up like this.”
Elrond studied the reflection before him, mesmerized by the mobster’s shameless adoration. His neck and shoulders were smeared red, curly hair damp with sweat and clinging to his neck. There was something liberating about seeing himself so thoroughly debauched, and any resentment he felt at his lover’s strict tactics vanished when confronted by the heat of Adar’s gaze.
“Please…” Elrond hated the pleading tone of his voice, but he was too far gone to pretend otherwise. “If you will not let me come or touch myself…at least let me touch you instead. Let me properly thank you for rescuing me earlier tonight.”
He watched a struggle unfold on Adar’s stoic face. The mobster seemed conflicted about whether to prolong this torture or capitulate to Elrond’s desire, but the hard length nestled beneath the younger man suggested that Adar was just as frustrated as he was.
“What did you have in mind, brat?”
Evidently Elrond’s offer was too tempting to resist.
The younger man smiled then slid out of Adar’s lap. He watched the mobster’s tongue sweep across his lower lip, mouth smudged red as Elrond turned to face him and dropped to his knees.
“Can I use my sharp tongue to show you just how grateful I am, Daddy?”
Adar’s gaze darkened, his fingers already moving toward his belt buckle as he uttered his hungry reply. “Open your mouth, brat…”
***
B-R-A-T, B-R-A-T
Your jealousy looks good on me
B-R-A-T, B-R-A-T
Your jealousy motivates me
***
Adar was far too aroused by the blood spattered on Elrond’s face. The younger man always looked delectable on his knees, rosy lips wrapped around the mobster’s cock, but there was something deeply compelling about all that gore on his fair face. Death and desire painted on the same beautiful canvas.
Elrond seemed to intuit the older man’s dark thoughts, and with a skillful stroke of his tongue, he dislodged the ragged moan caught in Adar’s throat. Despite his subservient position, they both knew who held all the power in this moment. His songbird was not the helpless creature he pretended to be.
“Fuck, I’ll probably be at war with Númenor by morning, but I would kill Pharazôn’s son all over again just to see you like this,” Adar muttered through clenched teeth.
There was a ruthless flash in Elrond’s gray eyes as the mobster’s fingers tangled in his curly hair. He hummed around his lover’s cock, and Adar’s knees nearly buckled from the vibration.
“My pretty little mess…”
Adar’s hips thrust forward to work himself deeper down Elrond’s throat, but he knew he must proceed with caution. His desire had also been building as he repeatedly denied his brat release. If the mobster wasn’t careful, his own orgasm would sneak up on him, and he intended to finish this battle of wills on his own terms.
Elrond also seemed to sense his control unraveling, and the younger man’s hands hooked onto Adar’s hips, head bobbing and gaze sharpening with sordid intent. Drool pooled at the corner of Elrond’s mouth, and Adar reached down to gather the saliva on his thumb, smearing it across his lover’s cheek. The pad of his finger came away glistening and red.
Suddenly the heat of Elrond’s mouth was too much, and Adar issued a firm command. “Stop.”
The younger man faltered for a moment, but his mouth obediently withdrew. He looked up at Adar in confusion. “But why, Daddy? I want to make you come.”
Adar knew this petulant tone was crafted specifically to drive him wild, but he appeased his lover with a blunt reply. “When I come inside you, it won’t be in your mouth. Tempting as it might be to watch you swallow it down like a good little slut…”
Elrond’s eyes widened at this confession, too eager to hide his excitement.
“Get on the bed, brat,” Adar rasped, suddenly impatient to claim his wilful prize.
The younger man hurried to obey. His compliance was a sure sign of desperation. Adar would have to remember this particular punishment for later occasions. Elrond responded quite well to edging it would seem.
Adar stood as Elrond clambered onto the mattress, and the mobster turned to face the bed, a domineering glare on his face as he loosened the harness that held his holster in place. Elrond watched in silence, rapt as the older man slowly discarded his various weapons, holsters, and sheaths. By the time he had finished, the bedside table looked like a small arsenal.
“Can I help you undress, Daddy?” Elrond inquired once he was unarmed.
“Stay right where you are,” Adar replied, fingers unfastening the buttons of his shirt. “I thought you might…want to enjoy the view…”
The mob boss had grown accustomed to eyes upon him. His scarred face often inspired curiosity and revulsion, but Elrond was the first person that looked at him with unadulterated longing. Adar had misinterpreted the younger man’s interest the night they met, but he understood the hunger in Elrond’s eyes all too well now.
He shrugged out of his shirt then began to peel the undershirt from his torso under Elrond’s watchful gaze. The thin cotton was damp with sweat and blood, and he felt a slight chill as his skin was gradually exposed.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Elrond murmured, gray eyes trailing down his chest with open admiration.
Adar felt himself blush at this unexpected praise. He knew his lover truly meant those words, but he couldn’t quite believe anyone would find his battleworn body appealing.
“You’re being so patient for me…” he purred. He bent down to pry the boots from his feet, savoring the way this praise flustered the younger man. “Keep up this good behavior, and I just might let you come while I’m inside you.”
This promise seemed to revive Elrond’s rebellious streak, and the younger man gave a sultry smile as Adar’s trousers and boxer briefs hit the floor, leaving the mobster bare before his mischievous lover.
Elrond’s gaze was drawn down to Adar’s cock which stood at attention, still achingly hard and wet from the younger man’s earlier efforts.
“The sooner you’re inside me…the better I’ll behave, Daddy.”
Adar reached down to grasp his erection, eyeing the beauty reclined on his bed with a predatory smirk. “My stubborn brat…so reluctant to take orders, and yet you are always so eager to take my cock.”
Elrond’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes following as Adar retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand. The younger man scrambled onto his hands and knees, putting his pert rear on display without prompting.
Adar placed a palm on one of Elrond’s cheeks, spreading him open with an appreciative groan. With his other hand, he applied a generous amount of lubricant, and he let his thumb press against the younger man’s tight entrance.
Elrond gasped when the mobster slowly pushed a finger inside, fists clutching the black satin sheets as his body adjusted to the long anticipated intrusion. “Fuck…”
Slick fingers began to stretch the younger man open, and Adar savored the soft, sweet sounds that escaped his songbird’s throat. Elrond buried his face in the mattress to muffle his own cries, but his hips thrust back each time Adar’s fingers pistoned inside him.
“Feels so fucking good, Daddy.”
Elrond’s cock hung hard and heavy between his legs, and Adar had to reach down and slap the younger man’s wrists before greedy fingers could reach their intended destination.
“What did I say about touching yourself, brat?”
“Please,” Elrond whimpered into the mattress. “Your fingers aren’t enough. I need your cock, Daddy.”
Adar loved the wild and wanton look on his lover’s face. “You want Daddy to fuck you, Elrond?”
The younger man gave a frantic nod, his teeth snagging on his lower lip as he bit back a moan.
“You have to use your words, brat,” Adar told him. He could feel Elrond constrict around his fingers, and he basked in his lover’s immediate surrender. “If you want Daddy’s cock, you have to ask nicely.”
Elrond seemed possessed as he writhed beneath the older man. Tangled curls obscured soft gray eyes as he glanced over his shoulder to obey this request.
“Please fuck me, Daddy.” His voice was hoarse, pitching upwards into a whine as he uttered a petulant reminder. “You promised!”
Adar supposed that while this plea wasn’t exactly nice, at least the defiant beauty had managed to use the word ‘please’ which was more polite than his usual bedroom banter. The mobster decided to finally take pity on the man squirming in his grasp, letting out a hungry growl as his hand withdrew.
Elrond gasped in anguish at the sudden loss of Adar’s fingers, but his outrage was cut short when the older man flipped him onto his back with a snarl. Adar stifled further protest by pressing his lips against the younger man’s angry pout, and Elrond fell silent, stunned into submission by this savage kiss.
“I want to see your face when you come on my cock,“ Adar told him, coating his shaft with lube. “You’re always so beautiful when you fall apart for me, songbird.”
Elrond inhaled sharply at the lurid confession, and the fight seemed to drain out of his body, too weary and aroused to resist any longer. “Please, Adar…I need you.”
Adar wasted no time, lining up his cock with Elrond’s swollen entrance. The younger man sighed with satisfaction as Adar slowly filled him, and once he was fully seated, the mobster paused to savor this moment of utter bliss.
“You have me,” he assured the man beneath him. “I’m yours.”
“Mine…” Elrond let out a strangled moan as Adar’s hips retreated then thrust forward, his cock slamming deeper with each cry that poured from his brat’s rosy lips.
Elrond’s fingers clung to the mobster’s broad shoulders, thighs wrapped around his torso like a vice. Adar felt intoxicated by the younger man’s tight heat, his slight frame always so impossibly accommodating. Despite the fact that Elrond had spent nearly every night in his bed since they met, it still felt like a gift every time–each torrid experience somehow new and addictive like a drug he could not build any tolerance against.
“Harder…” Elrond keened.
Suddenly Adar was all too aware of the bandage encircling his lover’s abdomen. A savage part of him wanted to appease Elrond’s desire, but he feared the other man was still too injured to endure the rough treatment he was accustomed to.
“Easy, little songbird…” he murmured placatingly. “Daddy needs to be gentle with you tonight.”
This command was met with defiance, and Elrond glowered up at him, too desperate to tolerate any further denials.
“Do not treat me as if I am made of glass, Adar,” he told the older man. “I promise I am not nearly as fragile as you seem to think.”
“You are wounded, El,” the mobster reminded him.
Elrond bucked against him, trying to goad his lover with a taunting glare. “If I wanted someone to make sweet and tender love to me, I wouldn’t be here in your bed, Adar.”
The younger man was a vision of beauty, arms tangled in the sheets above his head. His pale throat was stained scarlet from Adar’s earlier explorations, but it was the sinister gleam in those stormy eyes that gripped the mob boss by his very soul.
“I want the monster that isn’t afraid to hurt people to get what he desires most,” Elrond told him. “I want the Lord of Mordor to fuck me hard and fast, and I want to taste the enemy’s blood on my tongue when you come inside me.”
“Fuck…” Adar cursed under his breath, shocked and enticed by his lover’s bloodlust.
“Show me that I belong to you,” Elrond entreated him, fingers leaving smudges of red as he caressed his own body. “Take me…I’m yours.”
A strange and feral sound emanated from Adar’s throat at the tempting beauty’s command, and he swiftly hooked the other man’s legs over his shoulders with possessive urgency. The new angle allowed him to thrust even deeper into the younger man’s intoxicating warmth, hitting the spot that had Elrond gasping in pleasure.
Adar’s fingers dug into Elrond’s thighs as he began to rut into him in earnest. This new pace was evidently just as brutal as the younger man wished because a torrent of dirty words began to pour from his lips, vacillating between sweet prayers and foul curses as the mobster drove them both closer to the brink.
“Touch yourself,” Adar grunted.
Elrond immediately obeyed, his body tensing around Adar as the stroke of his hand matched the older man’s savage pace.
“You feel like a fucking dream,” Adar moaned, his control nearly threadbare. “Always so defiant until I get you in my bed, my pretty little mess…always so tame as soon as my cock is inside you.”
“Is that what you desire, Adar?” Elrond countered breathlessly. “A tame lover to keep as a pet? If so, I am afraid you have chosen most unwisely.”
The older man grinned. “I assure you I am more than happy to spend the rest of my life taming the stubborn brat that stole my heart. No matter how much blood I have to spill to keep him out of trouble…”
Elrond slid two bloodstained fingers into his mouth, painting his pink tongue red. “Harder, Daddy…”
“I’ll kill any man that tries to take you from me,” Adar growled, pressure building to the point of no return. “I’ll burn every syndicate to the ground before I let any harm come to you. You are mine, Elrond, and that means the power of Mordor is yours to command.”
The younger man bit down on his knuckles, head tilting back in ecstasy. Whether he was drunk on lust or power or both, Adar couldn’t say for certain.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, Daddy.”
“Not yet,” Adar warned
An anguished sound escaped blood red lips. Elrond’s agony was delectable, all semblance of resistance vanishing at this refusal.
“You’re such a bastard,” Elrond panted beneath him as he tried to delay the inevitable. “Do I have your permission to come? I need to come.”
“And I need to hear three words before I’ll grant you what you desire, little songbird,” Adar rasped, knowing his own orgasm was imminent.
The younger man’s jaw clenched as he mastered his anger. “ Please, let me come … ”
“I do so enjoy hearing you beg,” the older man teased. “But that’s four words…and not the ones I had in mind.”
Elrond’s glare softened when he met Adar’s gaze, suddenly understanding what the other man wanted to hear.
“I love you.”
That sentence was far more arousing than any lewd vows uttered in a darkened room, and Adar felt himself tipping into the abyss as he murmured his reply. “I love you too. Come for me, Elrond…”
The younger man cried out as he finally surrendered to his orgasm. His pleasure had been building up with each of Adar’s earlier denials, and now it threatened to overwhelm them entirely. Elrond wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss as Adar’s seed spilled deep inside him.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you…I love you…”
When the climax finally subsided, Elrond went limp, sated and exhausted as Adar fell onto the bed beside him.
The mobster realized he was smiling like a lunatic, and his pulse quickened when Elrond closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in another kiss. Adar savored the bitter metallic taste that lingered on his lover’s tongue, and he knew his own lips must be the same vivid shade of red when their mouths parted.
“Am I allowed to take a shower now, Daddy?” Elrond inquired, scarlet lips tilting into a smirk.
“Not yet,” Adar whispered, a pleasant ache growing in his chest as he caressed his brat’s beautiful face. “Stay with me just a little longer…we’ll shower soon.”
Elrond nestled against him, gray eyes looking at the mobster with candid reverence. “I’ll stay,” he murmured. “I’m yours.”
Adar wrapped his hand around the younger man’s neck, growling a single word as he drew Elrond in for yet another kiss.
“Mine…”
***
I think you're full of it
(What's that?) I'll show you how I throw a fit
(On the attack) go on and talk your shit
I stopped listenin', blame it on conditionin', call me a brat
***
Elrond awoke the next morning to find Adar watching him, feeling that familiar dark gaze before his own eyes opened. The mobster was clad in his usual black attire, and the younger man frowned, annoyed that his lover had denied him the pleasure of waking up naked beside him.
“Good morning, my love…”
Adar’s expression softened at this greeting, and Elrond felt a twinge of satisfaction, knowing he had the power to penetrate the mobster’s armor with just a few words.
“Get dressed,” the older man commanded. “Representatives from Númenor will be here soon, and I want you by my side for the negotiations.”
This unexpected request prompted Elrond to sit up in surprise. A pleasant ache flared in his loins, and memories of the previous night came rushing back.
“You do?”
Adar studied him for a moment, and Elrond blushed under his scrutiny. He ran a hand through his hair in the hopes of taming what he assumed was a tangled mess of curls, but judging by the smirk on the other man's face, it was a fruitless attempt.
“I told you last night that I want you to be my partner in all things,” Adar reminded him. “However, your involvement in the business is contingent on certain conditions.”
“What conditions?” Elrond asked cautiously. He knew better than to blindly agree without details.
Adar drew closer to the bed, blue eyes fixed on Elrond’s face. “First, you will attend combat training at least twice a week, so that I know you can defend yourself with and without weapons. You have already shown that you are skilled with a gun, but I know you will benefit from further instruction.”
This demand seemed reasonable enough, so Elrond gave a nod of assent.
“Second,” the mob boss continued. “You will be escorted by bodyguards at all times when you are outside Mordor, and you must give me your word that you will never ditch your security detail ever again. Is that clear?”
The younger man flushed, ashamed by his recklessness the day before. “I promise, Adar.”
The older man stared at him for a few moments as if weighing the veracity of this vow, then seemingly satisfied, he offered up the final condition.
“And lastly, if you have strategies that you think would benefit Mordor, you will share your ideas with me before you act upon them. I understand your little scheme yesterday was motivated by mutually beneficial ambitions, but I cannot trust you as a business partner or a romantic one if you think you can go rogue like that again.”
Elrond liked hearing the other man refer to him as his partner, thrilled by the knowledge that Adar wanted to share more than a bed. “Just like you said last night, no more secrets. You can trust me.”
Adar’s scowl softened ever so slightly, relieved by Elrond’s words. His eyes darted down the younger man’s bare torso, landing on the satin sheets that pooled around his waist.
“Good, then we must make haste. I’ll see if I can acquire a weapon for you while you get dressed.”
Elrond paid little heed to his lover’s practical concerns. He moved toward the edge of the bed, a predator stalking oblivious prey.
“I doubt Numenor will try anything at our meeting, but I’d rather err on the side of caution…”
Words died on Adar’s tongue when Elrond stood, letting the black satin fall away to reveal his naked body. The mobster’s brow furrowed, but his pupils dilated when the younger man closed the distance between them.
Elrond flashed a coquettish smile up at the man he loved, sliding his hands beneath Adar’s jacket to caress the firm muscles hidden beneath.
“No need to acquire a weapon on my behalf,” he purred, rolling his hips to distract his stoic lover. “I’m certain I can get my hands on one quite easily.”
Adar’s palms found the swell of Elrond’s ass, his expression dubious. “Is that so? And just where do you plan to–”
Elrond waylaid this question with a kiss, silencing the mobster in an instant. The taste of cigarettes still clung to the older man’s tongue. Apparently Adar had felt secure enough to sneak out for a smoke while Elrond slept which was encouraging after last night’s paranoia.
When their lips finally parted, Adar’s mouth started to chase his, but this pursuit was halted by the press of cold metal against his skin.
“Turns out it’s very easy to disarm a man if you know how to distract him,” Elrond mused.
Adar glanced down to see his own pistol in the stubborn beauty’s grasp, the barrel notched beneath his jaw. Elrond could feel the mob boss grow hard against him, and the expression on the other man’s face was impressed rather than fearful.
“I think you’ve proven your point,” Adar told him, voice simmering with desire. “Keep the gun since you clearly know how to use it.”
Elrond lowered the weapon with a smirk, taking a moment to feel the weight of it in his hand. “A bit heavier than I’m accustomed to, but I’m sure I can get the knack of it with some practice. It’s been awhile, so I’m a little rusty.”
“Now that there are no more secrets between us,” Adar murmured, watching him assess the weapon. “You’ll have to enlighten me about your past. You neglected to mention your connection to the House of Fëanor, little songbird.”
Elrond set the gun aside with a frown. “That is a complicated story, and one that we must save for another day.”
Adar gave him a concerned look, picking up on the hint of sorrow in his lover’s voice.
“I promise we can delve into my past when we have more time,” Elrond assured him. “But we are already going to be late to our meeting with Númenor as it is.”
Adar frowned, then glanced at his watch. “We are not running late quite yet. There is plenty of time for you to make yourself presentable. The delegation from Númenor won’t arrive for another thirty minutes.”
Elrond’s smile revealed his true intentions. “Then I’m afraid we’ll have to keep them waiting…because I plan to spend at least the next hour in bed with the man I love.”
Adar glared in disbelief as Elrond began loosen various buckles and buttons on his attire, and he seized the younger man’s wrists with a growl. “I am not fucking you right now, brat. The last thing we need is to piss off a rival syndicate by turning up late to our meeting reeking of sex.”
Elrond broke free of Adar’s grasp, rising up on his toes so their mouths hovered mere inches apart. “Fuck me, Daddy, and I promise I’ll be on my best behavior at the negotiations…”
The mobster’s expression was severe, but his hungry eyes devoured Elrond’s naked body. The younger man grinned, recognizing surrender was forthcoming.
“...and I promise you can punish me for our tardiness later tonight.”
The older man let out a growl of annoyance, but he pushed Elrond down onto the bed, his hands already stripping layers of black garb from his own body. “I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you would be nothing but trouble…”
Elrond smiled up at him, heart swelling at the adoration in his lover’s eyes. “And yet, you love me all the same.”
Adar crawled onto the bed, looming over his eager prey with a possessive grin. “I do love you,” he confessed.
“And I love you,” Elrond replied without hesitation.
Adar pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, and his gaze darkened as he prepared to claim his captured songbird once more. “You better… fucking brat …”
***
I'm buildin' legacies (I'm not mad)
But I like makin' enemies (call me a brat)
Between you and me
I stopped listenin', blame it on conditionin'
Call me a bitch, that ain't it, I'll admit
I love bein' a (brat)