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Aredhel enters Nerdanel's sprawling ranch house through the garage. The door is never locked; nobody who's anybody would dare try to rob Nerdanel Santarosa, and even if someone did, the family doesn't keep anything in this house that they can't afford to lose. It's their government address, after all.
She slips through the hallways quickly. It's not that she's not allowed to be here; but she's avoiding Celegorm and Curufin at the moment, and she doesn't want to get caught up in a conversation with any of the rest of their brothers, or god forbid Nerdanel. She has an appointment to keep, but "I can't stop to talk because if I'm late, Maedhros won't fuck me with a gun like I asked him to" is the sort of sentence that makes people try to ask you more questions, instead of letting you move along.
She makes it to Maedhros' bedroom door safely, knocks once, and then lets herself in. Like the door to the garage, it's never locked, because everyone knows that entering without invitation is a capital-B bad idea.
He's sitting at his desk, and she sees him close out a document on his computer before shutting off the monitor. Then he stands and greets her.
Aredhel doesn't waste time on pleasantries. "You got the goods?"
"Is there anything I can say to convince you to cash in for literally anything else?"
"Sorry, no can do. Either we do this, or my photographic evidence from last night goes straight to my brother, and you know what'll happen then."
"God." Maedhros rubs his eyes. "Fine. One gun, special order, just for you." Maedhros pulls Celegorm's custom Longslide target pistol out of his desk.
"Nooooo," Aredhel says, gleeful.
"Yes," Maedhros responds. "Besides, after last night, he deserves it."
"Yeah, he sure fucking does. Okay. Bed?"
"Yeah. If you're still sure about this."
"I've never been more sure." Aredhel grins. "This is gonna be so fun, and he's gonna be sooo pissed. You know, this is why you're my third favorite cousin."
"I live to serve," Maedhros says sardonically.
Aredhel strips quickly and completely, dumping her clothes in the corner. Above her left hip, there's a rectangle of plastic film covering a large tattoo of Wile E Coyote holding a can of paint and a brush.
"New ink?"
"Mm. I finally convinced Argon to get matching tats with me. Feel free to press on it, by the way, it's only gonna hurt so long and I wanna take advantage while it lasts."
"Noted."
Maedhros, for his own part, deigns to roll his sleeves halfway up his forearms.
"Ooooh, racy. What's next, might I glimpse an ankle?"
"I'm already—"
Maedhros' retort is interrupted by a barrage of high-pitched barking from the hallway.
"Excuse me just a moment," Maedhros says, with the air of someone pointedly not gritting their teeth. He tosses the pistol carelessly onto the bed next to Aredhel, walks over to the door, and cracks it open. Then he shouts at the top of his lungs.
"CELEGORM, come deal with your fucking dog!"
"Don't be fucking rude!" comes a yell from elsewhere in the house. "I'm getting to him!"
The yipping increases in volume and enthusiasm, and then Maedhros curses as a fluffy golden missile launches itself past his feet into the bedroom.
"Huan! Baby, c'mere!" Aredhel coos with delight.
"CELEGORM!"
"COMING!"
"Aredhel, don't—he's not allowed on my fucking bed, he knows he's not allowed on the bed, you know he's not allowed on the bed, I don't care how much you love him, get off of there and bring him over here."
"He's allowed on Celegorm's bed," Aredhel shoots back.
"And if you were in Celegorm's bedroom, you could cuddle the dog and get fucked at the same time if that's what you wanted, but you're in my bed, and I don't do favors for people who let four-legged dander factories shed all over my sheets."
"He just doesn't love you like I do, baby," Aredhel says sadly as she carries Huan to the doorway. To prove that the lack of love is mutual, Huan growls as Aredhel sets him on the floor at Maedhros' feet. Maedhros tries, without success, to nudge him out the door.
"Don't just stand here, do you want Celegorm to see you?"
"Nothing he hasn't seen before," Aredhel says, but she wanders back to the bed instead of staying by the door.
"Huan!" Celegorm calls from the hall. With one last bark up at Maedhros, Huan takes off again.
"Take him on a fucking walk or something, I'm trying to work in here," Maedhros yells after them, and then shuts the door, so Celegorm's response is reduced to a muffled, meaningless soundwave. Aredhel, now sprawled against a pile of pillows, stifles a giggle.
"Work? A girl might get insulted at being called that, you know."
Maedhros just rolls his eyes at her.
"Get yourself ready. I'm not doing that for you."
"Bossy," Aredhel says, but she moves her hand in between her thighs and starts rubbing. "I'm just saying. I could stand to be romanced."
"You're blackmailing me into fucking you with my brother's gun. What's more romantic than that," Maedhros deadpans.
"Objection: I just wanted to be fucked with a gun, it being your brother's gun was your idea. Something kind of Freudian there, by the way. But fine, no romance, whatever. Okay, at least do something fun, you standing there glowering isn't exactly conducive to me getting in the mood."
"And by something fun, you mean..."
"Jesus christ, Maedhros, do something hot. Turn me on. I know the no touching thing and the clothes don't come off, but you have a smoking hot woman naked in your bed and current possession of the most phallic gun owned by a member of this family, I'm sure you can think of something."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, so?"
"Yeah, I can do fun."
He crosses to the side of the bed and collects Celegorm's pistol. Despite his best efforts otherwise, Maedhros has been comprehensively educated in Aredhel's kinks by Celegorm and his irritating lack of a filter. At least it's made planning for this little rendezvous easy.
Maedhros puts the barrel of the gun in his mouth, and takes a moment to breathe around it. It's far from the first time he's done this, and it won't be the last, but it's the first time he's done it with an audience.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Aredhel says immediately. "Jesus christ. I'm almost not even mad anymore, I kind of feel like I should be thanking Celegorm for his fuckup for getting me this view. Fuck, do that more, I wanna see you blow it."
Spurred on by her vocal appreciation, Maedhros takes the pistol deeper. It's not comfortable: the sight scrapes against his palate if he's not careful, and it's a stretch to keep his jaw open enough that the stainless steel doesn't grind against his teeth. He slides his tongue across the cool metal, under and around and back again. The mindless, repetitive motion lets him calm his pulse, which had jumped when he first spun the gun around in his hand.
Though his eyes are fixed on the wall, he can hear Aredhel's excitement, from the rapid speed of her breathing and the increasingly wet sounds of her fingering herself.
Maedhros starts sliding the gun in and out slowly. He lets the sight catch on the back of his teeth and then swallows it down again. At two and a half inches, he hits his gag reflex, which he suppresses, and then brings the gun out again, in again, out, in, out, in.
"God," Aredhel says. "Oh my god. I know it's not on the menu but the amount I want you to eat me out right now, jesus, I don't even know if you're good at it but your fucking mouth, Maedhros. Fuck. Fuck, look at me, I wanna see your face."
Maedhros obliges, tilting his head down until he catches Aredhel's eyes. Her pupils are blown wide and her cheeks glow with blood. Her mouth hangs open, her jaw spasmodically tightening and loosening with the rest of her body as she drives toward climax.
"Oh my god. Oh my god, fuck." She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, letting out a long inhale as her orgasm washes over her. "Stay—right there. Just like that. The moment that gun comes out of your mouth it's going in me, and I wanna be ready."
Maedhros holds still, gun heavy in his mouth. Aredhel rolls her shoulders and rocks her head back and forth. She meets Maedhros' gaze again and narrows her eyes.
"No, I changed my mind. Can you gag on it? Is that something I'm allowed to ask for?"
Maedhros pulls the gun out of his mouth to reply, but he keeps the spit-wet barrel at rest on his cheek. "Ask for whatever you want, if it gets you off. If it's out-of-bounds, I'll tell you."
"And having you gag on the gun is...?"
"In-bounds. But I can't do it indefinitely, obviously."
"Yeah, no, I just want a little bit. Watching you fight for your self-control is so hot, I just wanna get myself ready to cum again before you fuck me. C'mere, kneel down here, I wanna see it up close."
Maedhros does as she says and, when she nods, slides the pistol back into his mouth. This time, instead of stopping and backing off when he hits his gag reflex, he presses a little further, and then his whole upper body convulses as it tries to get rid of the intruding object, once, twice, before he has to pull the gun out or throw up for real. He pants, suppressing the urge to cough, and Aredhel's eyes bore into him hungrily.
"Fuck," she breathes. "Again. You don't have to go that hard, don't hurt yourself. The sounds you make, Maedhros, you choke so fucking pretty. C'mon, again."
He does it again, and again, at her instruction. On the fourth round, the tears come.
"Yeah, yes, god. One more, and then you're gonna come up here and fuck me. Man, I bet your tears taste so good, I wanna lick them off your face, I wanna kiss the side of your mouth while it's stretched around that gun and hold your hair up while you choke on it, jesus. C'mon, gimme a show, gimme one more and make it pretty."
This time, Maedhros forces himself to spasm around the gun until he runs out of breath. It's a challenge, mastering his body as it revolts and demands he get it out, get it out, but he takes pride in a job well done, and Aredhel is very clearly enjoying the show. Animal sounds that he can't control tear themselves forth from his straining vocal folds; fresh tears stream down his cheeks and drip off his chin.
"Oh my god, jesus fuck, get up here, I want that thing in me, now."
Maedhros clambers unsteadily between her legs, gun clenched in his teeth, and then grabs it and fucks it into her. He pushes her leg wider with his stump and she holds her entrance open with two fingers; the gun slides in without difficulty, its passage fully eased by Maedhros' saliva and Aredhel's arousal. Her hips give an impatient jerk once the barrel is halfway in, which Maedhros takes as a sign to begin thrusting.
He slides the pistol in and out, and Aredhel keeps her labia spread with one hand and works at her clit with the other. Soon enough, she's shuddering through another orgasm. Maedhros slows down his movements, but Aredhel grabs the gun by the trigger guard and tugs it back into motion.
"Keep going," she says. "It's not too much, keep going, I wanna feel it."
Her hips are rolling now, and Maedhros is almost worried the gun is going to catch at a bad angle and hurt her, but her moans are increasing in pitch again and so is the speed of her hands, the one rubbing herself off and the one guiding the pistol, and a third orgasm breaks over her with so much force that she shouts and then brings her hand up to her mouth, biting at the base of her thumb.
"Slowly," she says, slightly muffled. "Keep going, not too fast, let me ride it out."
Maedhros obeys. He watches her reactions, speeding up slightly when her hips tilt forward and slowing down when her trembling gets too intense for comfort.
"God," Aredhel sighs. "Oh my god. Thank you. I want one more, can you give me one more? Will you touch me?"
"No," Maedhros says. "Just the gun."
"Okay. Okay. Fuck, gimme a moment, lemme make this happen. Will you put the gun in your mouth again? Wait, no. Up here. My mouth. I wanna taste it."
Maedhros rests the tip of the gun on Aredhel's lips. It's shiny with her slick and tastes of salt and iron when she licks around the muzzle, moaning like she's still being fucked. She raises her head slightly and Maedhros offers more, letting her take it deeper. Aredhel bobs her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks and sucking the barrel of Celegorm's gun like it's a real cock. Eventually, she pushes at it lightly with her hand, and Maedhros withdraws.
"God," she says again. "Now you. Yeah?"
In lieu of answer, Maedhros gives a teasing lick to the muzzle, an exaggerated version of Aredhel's approach.
"Wait, yeah, here, gimme." Aredhel grabs at the pistol. "Gimme. Now suck."
She holds it over her chest, aiming upward, both hands braced around the grip. The angle is slightly awkward as Maedhros leans down and works the gun with his mouth. Saliva drips from his parted lips into the valley between her breasts.
"Fuck, just like that. Fuck." Aredhel's chest is heaving again, her pulse racing. "Wait, fuck, my tattoo. Your stump, rub my tattoo. Oh, fuck, oh my god, that's so good." She arches her back, pressing her belly against Maedhros' wrist as he continues to suck the barrel. "Okay, okay, take it back, I'm ready. Fuck me, c'mon, do it rough, I'm ready."
She practically shoves the pistol at Maedhros, and hooks her heel around his back, pulling him closer. Maedhros takes the pistol and presses it into her, fucking her with it aggressively. She twists underneath him, as if trying to escape the friction inside her and the rub of Maedhros' stump against her still-raw tattoo, but with her leg she holds Maedhros in place above her, and desperate sounds spill out of her mouth around the fingers she's thrusting into it.
Eventually, like a faulty machine, her rhythm stutters and breaks down in pieces, hips first, then hands. "Stop, enough," she moans, and Maedhros pulls the gun out and tries to back away, but Aredhel digs her heel in, grabs his stump in a vise grip and pulls it back to her bandaged skin. "Not there. Just the gun. Stay on the bruise, god, that feels so good." She's still rubbing herself slowly, canting her hips in time with her controlled inhales.
Maedhros hovers in place, letting Aredhel bring herself down. She's covered in spit and slick, from her chin practically down to her knees. Maedhros himself is clean except for his hand and stump, and the tear tracks drying on his cheeks. He drops the gun onto the twisted sheets, and gently smooths Aredhel's flyaways back from her sweaty forehead.
"Thank you," she says again. "God, I needed that. Okay, you can let go, I'm done now."
"You first," Maedhros says.
Aredhel laughs and squeezes his right arm once before releasing her grip. "I'm just gonna... yeah," she says.
As Aredhel cozies herself up in his bed, Maedhros washes his hands and face in the en-suite. He leaves Celegorm's gun on the counter to deal with later. When he returns to the bedroom, he sees Aredhel rolled onto her side and latched onto one of his pillows like a koala.
"Phone?" he asks.
"In the pile," Aredhel says, gesturing vaguely to her clothes on the floor. "No password, photos are the most recent, go crazy. You can check my messages too, if you're feeling paranoid, but I have been sexting, so..."
She lets the implied look out float in the silence, and squirms around so she can hug the pillow tighter.
Maedhros picks up Aredhel's BlackBerry and deletes the pictures, one by one. He doesn't bother checking any other application; Aredhel is usually as good as her word, and her afterglow has him feeling indulgent. He drops the phone back in the pile, and then turns to look at his younger cousin.
"You need anything?"
"Nuh-uh. Just a few minutes to rest."
"Okay. I'm gonna get back to work. There's sodas and cold brew in the minifridge, just let me know if you want one."
Aredhel hums an acknowledgement. Maedhros, extrapolating from his experiences with her brother, suspects that he's not going to get any more coherent conversation out of her for another half hour at least. The occasional shifting of fabric and hitched breath confirms that she's still awake, but she probably won't be for long.
He grabs two Cokes out of the fridge, just in case, and sets them on the back corner of his desk; then he wakes his monitor and turns to the day's other obligations.