Lies

Mellow Soulmate AU.  Their relationship was a mountain of lies.  Or was it?  Quenya names: Celebrimbor = Telperinquar.  Sauron = Annatar.  This is definitely connected to "Disaster" and "Lust", in case you were curious.  I left out anything really gruesome because I don't have time to write it at the moment, but maybe next time LOL.  Takes place in Eregion in the Second Age.

Disclaimer: Tolkien owns the Silmarillion

Pairings: Sauron x Celebrimbor

Characters: Celebrimbor, Sauron (mentions Morgoth and Eru and some random others)

Warning: extreme AU, slash, torture, follows canon, implied non-con and murder, unhealthy relationship (obviously)

Song: Love the Way You Lie

Words: 1,016
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lie (intransitive verb): to make an untrue statement with intent to deceive; to create a false or misleading impression
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/lies

Pain like he had never experienced before now surged through Celebrimbor's body, seemingly consuming him from the inside out, little poisonous fangs biting through his flesh and organs.  If one had asked, he would not have been able to say how long he had hung here from his chains, only that his wrists were bleeding down his taut arms, streams of crimson decorated his wrenched shoulder and mingling with the blood smeared over his back and chest.

He saved his strength for other things.  These meager torturers, these amateurs, they could not hope to draw so much as a scream from his tongue, and Celebrimbor did naught but grind his teeth and think about something--anything--but the pain.  Anything...

Pain, pain, pain...

Like the green fields of Beleriand before...

And the golden lands of his home where his mother waited...

And the comforting embrace of thick arms about--

No, best not to go there.

"I see you have made no progress with our prisoner.  Get out of my sight."

He was back.

From head-to-toe, Celebrimbor shuddered in revulsion, his skin crawling, feeling tainted at even the memory of touch.  He knew that voice better than he knew his own, and it struck bells of fury and terror in his head until all sound seemed drowned by the furious raging of his blood.  This traitorous liar would hear neither plea nor truth from his lips, not a hundred millennia!

"My, my, do you not look beautiful, my sweet love..."

"Do not... Do not call me that!"  At least his voice still held some bite, never mind that it was a touch hoarse from bearing down on shrieks of agony. "You've no right!"

"No right?" The voice was against his ear, slithering over his skin as a cold caress.  Claws delicately traced the skin of his back, scraping painfully over rising, open welts seeping blood. "Were we not lovers, Telperinquar?"

Were they lovers?

Celebrimbor could remember many a night in Annatar's bed, huddled close with contentment.  He could remember many nights when he would sit up and spend hours combing his fingers through the waves of golden hair, entranced, sometimes daring to trance a gentle finger down one perfectly sculpted cheek in awe.  Sometimes, he even dared to whisper the forbidden words softly into the darkness, thinking that his lover was asleep, because Annatar would never say them back...

I cannot love this monster!  This is not the person I...

"We are n-not," he snarled, hating that his voice wavered even in the slightest on the last damning word. "I never loved you.  Not as Annatar, and not now!"

"Now who is the liar, my sweet love?"

Do not call me that!  Hearing the name once whispered in intimate comfort and affection spoken in that voice whipped across his skin harder than any barbed, braided leather, leaving deeper welts on his soul than his flesh could ever experience.  It hurt so much...

"I do not lie," he hissed, and there was a traitorous sting of tears at the corners of his eyes. "You are nothing to me but a means to an end!  You offered me what I wanted and I took it, just as you did to me!  I used you, and you used me in return.  Do not be a fool, claiming that lust and love are the same.  Surely such a creature as the Morgoth's Lieutenant would be aware of the difference."

Claws dug into his hips, and the touch struck electrical terror up his spine, every tiny hair at his nape standing up in alarm. "You can speak as many lies as you wish, but I will always know the truth, my sweet love, who loves me in return, even now..."

I cannot love this monster.  I cannot! 

"It was never about the rings.  That was just an extra benefit, one of which you took advantage, is that not so?  Nevertheless..."

It had to be about the rings, not him... Never him...

"You love me."

"No!" Celebrimbor yanked at the chains binding his arms, ignoring the pangs of agony screaming from his wrists and shoulder. "I could never love you.  And in the end, I hope you get everything you deserve for your evil deeds!  I hope Eru himself strikes you low, makes you suffer!"

Lips touched his nape, and Celebrimbor withheld a sob, because only his Annatar touched him so.  He could not allow the deception to overcome his determination.  Just a little while longer, resisting, lying, and then Mandos would call for his weary soul...

"Is that what you hope for?" Sauron laughed, hot and deep against his skin. "Do not lie."

"I do not lie." Panting, he wretched his head forward. "I do not lie.  You will hear nothing more from my lips, traitor.  Murderous filth.  I hate you!"

Sauron only laughed a second time, and Celebrimbor felt the fingernails dig into his flesh, felt them carving open the meat of his muscle down to the bone, the movements somehow graceful.  He could well picture in his head the image of those marks in red ink across pale flesh, the curving lines of Annatar's true name forever branded into his body as the imprint of ash and fire was branded upon his soul.

"You can lie aloud and lie to yourself.  But you cannot lie to me."

Sauron.

"You are mine, forever.  Mine."

And it hurt so much because... No, he could not even think it... "I hate you..."

And he did not speak again.  For all the pain and humiliation that followed, only his screams replied to the tormentor's brusque questioning and merciless actions.  Celebrimbor felt tears overflow in mourning, but covered them in all the hate he could muster.  And deep down, he lied to himself, because if he dared speak the truth, even in those dark depths of his mind, Annatar would hear...

And Annatar would not hear the painful truth from his words.  Not now.  Not ever.
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Would have made this longer, but I am ridiculously busy today and won't have time to work on this tonight, so I'm doing it now.  Not much to say.  I left out the torture, but you can come up with something much more gruesome than I could ever put into words, so I'll leave you to it, shall I?

I was listening to Love the Way You Lie by Rihanna (feat. Eminem)... Not even going to go into how wrong these two artists doing a song about abusive relationships is.  If you want to know, look it up.  Anyway, it just seemed to fit the theme, and for some reason I like this song.  I shouldn't, but I do.  The chorus makes me very happy; I could do without the piss-poor rapping.

Bye bye now <3.