If there was one thing both of the brothers agreed on it was that Arafinwë was beautiful. His hair, littered with silver gems, caught Telperion’s light and reflected it back out, causing his gold hair to look as though it was littered with stars.
Fëanáro had caught Nolofinwë looking at their brother throughout the evening, a hungry glint in his eyes that matched the one in Fëanáro’s own. They had plans for Arafinwë, but it could wait. Each brother respected their father enough to not leave in the middle of a feast he was hosting.
Still, Arafinwë caught them staring at times and offered them a sultry smirk, his wine-stained lips begging to be tasted and at once Fëanáro thought of Arafinwë on his bed wearing nothing but jewels.
He thought of inviting Nolofinwë to join them and bit back a moan. What a sight the two would make! Gold and ebony tresses tangled together, Nolofinwë’s porcelain skin stroking Arafinwë dark brown skin.
By the One, Fëanáro thought, his gazing burning brighter, this celebration could not be over sooner enough.
Nolofinwë was a patient man. He could bide his time well enough to strike when the time was right or offer life-changing advice when it was needed most. That did not mean that there weren't things that didn't test his patience.
Watching his younger brother drink and laugh and make merry with nobles who only sought the Arafinwë's attention because he was a prince was one of them. They thought by currying favor with the youngest of them they could advance their own position in the palace.
They were wrong, Nolofinwë knew, Arafinwë simply enjoyed playing games with those who thought they could trick him. Arafinwë could be as cunning as both of his older brothers should he chose to be and would never allow someone to use him to advance their own position.
Still, Arafinwë was gorgeous tonight and it made Nolofinwë worry. Draped in a dark blue robe that seemed to shimmer with stars as he walked he reeked of temptation. On his neck laid a silver choker with a colorless gem that seemed to create its own light inside. He was beautiful despite his wine-stained lips and the sly smile he gave as others crowded around him with another purpose in mind; and while Nolofinwë knew his brother could take care of himself, he couldn't help but worry that someone would come and steal Arafinwë from him.
Nolofinwë knew his younger brother was attractive, marveled at his brother's beauty each time Arafinwë lay naked on his bed. Arafinwë was all smooth lines and soft skin with a smile that could make anyone fall in love with him.
Yet Arafinwë belonged to, chose, Fëanáro and Nolofinwë, the proof lay in the marks the two of them left on bare skin between whispered words of lust.
Still, Nolofinwë couldn't help the curl of jealously that wrapped around his spine as a young noble ran his hand up Arafinwë's arm and Arafinwë laughed before leaning down to whisper something in the other man's ear.
Fëanáro from what Nolofinwë could see, was in no better shape. Fëanáro looked as though he could set fire to the man who dared to touch Arafinwë with his eyes.
It was time to leave, Nolofinwë thought and shared it with his brothers. Fëanáro's narrowed silver eyes and Arafinwë's dazzling gold and silver eyes met his and the two nodded.
Arafinwë couldn't help the moan that escaped his throat as his two brothers set to work devouring him. Impatient hands quickly undid the clasps of his robes and hungry lips marred whatever skin was visible.
"You're ours," Fëanáro said, his voice clear as starlight, "Follow us wherever we go."
Arafinwë gasped as Nolofinwë sucked a bruise onto his throat.
"Yours," he agreed breathlessly, "Yours."
If either noticed he didn't agree to follow them, they didn't mention it.
this was originally a short I posted on tumblr then decided to expand.
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