us now. I do not know where the Ents have gone, but there is no life
here now...save for us!"
So whispered Saruman, as he and Gandalf lay facing each other,
through a red and smoky fog.
"Let me see you – all of you."
He motioned to Gandalf's robes, torn, filthy, and already half
off. "Remove them."
Gandalf smiled back at Saruman, and did as he was bidden, noting with
loving amusement, the plain lust in his old friend's dark eyes.
"I- can scarcely believe- you- are back to yourself! Yet, I can see-
that you have- changed- to what you once were. I can see it, I can
He moved closer, dropping the robe to the mud. "And I most assuredly
can feel it..."
So saying, he wrapped one arm around Saruman's shoulder, and with the
other hand, reached down and caressed him boldly.
For his part, Saruman bent his head down to Gandalf's shoulder and
sighed softly, pressing into the pleasure of the grasping fingers.
"Now." Gandalf murmured, "You must also come to me, as we were
He slipped his hands into the sash of Saruman's robe, once so
gleaming and white, and now, like his own, streaked with mud and soot.
Deftly, he pulled the robe off Saruman, and they lay very close,
savoring the feel of each other's warmth, and the sensations of their
cocks together again, caused Gandalf to shiver with excitement.
Instinct began to flow through them, and they moved their hips
together with a slow, sensual motion, until finally it was too much
for Saruman, who gasped "Enough! Enough...lie with me...now..."
He lay back on the wet ground, pulling Gandalf down onto him- Gandalf
moved on top of him gracefully, as their legs entwined once more. He
moved up, so he could reach Saruman and kiss his mouth, and they
joined in this way for several moments, tongues sweetly probing and
caressing each other.
Finally, breathlessly, Gandalf broke the kiss, and moved his head
down, kissing Saruman's chest, admiring the finely sculpted muscles
as he did so.
Saruman sounded quite unlike himself, very urgent, the deep voice
strained with need and emotion.
Gandalf smiled rather wisely, and eased himself into a better
But what to use to ease the way?, he thought. He did not wish to hurt
his lover, and making love with nothing to smooth the path was not a
"Curumo...first you must do something..I hope you will not object,
too much...I would have your beautiful- and ever so skillful!- tongue
upon me..and your ministrations shall smooth our endeavor!"
Saruman frowned, frustrated, yearning....and then he understood,
perfectly, and moved around so that he could take Gandalf's large and
fully engorged cock into his mouth. Before he did so, he licked his
lips, his heart pounding- he could scarcely believe what he was about
to do, but he felt a great desire for it.
Then he bent his head down, taking the end into his mouth carefully,
and wrapping his long fingers around the shaft, tentatively, then
He closed his eyes, tasting the saltiness, and was pleased with it.
It was very good, the taste, and he found he did not mind doing this
Gandalf groaned very softly, also stunned that Curunír's lips were
around his cock, but extremely aroused by that fact. It was a
heavenly, otherworldly sensation, and Gandalf reached down and
stroked the long white hair, thrusting up into Saruman's warm mouth,
feeling the ache increase greatly.
"Curunír...enough..it will be too much..in a moment....."
Anxious to proceed, Saruman ceased, and moved onto his back, and
Gandalf moved back on top of him. His cock was now very slick, very
slippery... and very hard.
Saruman lay under him, his dark eyes never leaving Gandalf's clear
blue ones, and he dug his nails into Gandalf's shoulders, gritting
his teeth slightly.
"Make haste, Olórin!"
Gandalf laughed, and murmured, "So impatient you are, as ever! Very
well, I shall indulge you..."
And he moved Saruman's long legs around his hips, high, and
positioned himself, leaning down so he could kiss him on the lips as
he did so.
Finding the way in, he pushed very gently, and then harder, and then
finally slipped inside, as Saruman closed his eyes under him, with a
low throaty moan. "Olórin...lisse..lisse...ahhh..."
Gandalf moved into him very slowly, feeling the great pleasure of the
tightness, so hot... "Curunír...I will be easy with you...slowly,
Saruman opened his eyes and whispered urgently, "Not too slow, nor
too easy!...I wish the full measure of your ability! I need no gentle
touch...unleash full passion into me!"
Gandalf grinned down at him, and answered, "Very well, Curumo! Brace
yourself, then!"– and he thrust in hard, much harder, and deep- so
that he was buried all the way in. Saruman gasped, and clutched
Gandalf's shoulders, urging him on, his expression one of tense
Gandalf moved with seething passion and feverish desire, and slipped
one hand under Saruman to lift him up even higher- he pushed into him
so ardently and so deeply, that Saruman dug his fingers into
Gandalf's back, his still-restrained cries forcing their way out of
his unwilling lips.
It was very close, he could feel it, and his whole body was slick
with sweat, as was Gandalf's.
And then, with the intense friction causing sharp thrills of
pleasure, the moment came for Saruman at last, and he grasped Gandalf
around the shoulders, in an embrace that was nearly suffocating,
thrashing under him wildly.
Gandalf could hold back no more, and shivered as the shockingly
strong orgasm flowed through him, and he released a torrent of warmth
inside Curunír, moaning softly.
He sighed deeply, in the bliss of the moment, and then allowed
himself to slide out of Saruman, and then he lay beside him,
For what seemed like a very long time, they lay facing each other,
not speaking, only looking into the other's eyes- and then, finally,
Saruman reached over and stroked Gandalf's face and beard, lovingly,
"Greyhame...there is something you need to know...something I must
tell you now..."
Gandalf smiled wearily, and said:
"Speak, my old friend..you have my full attention."
Saruman's smile faded from his lips, and he became very serious, and
he moved up to lean on one elbow.
"Sauron- Sauron has made provisions to ensure that- if he did not win-
at least- neither would his enemies."
He paused, and swallowed hard.
Gandalf felt alarm run thin currents down his spine, and he too sat
up, on one elbow. Only a few moments before, he had been at peace, or
at least very close to it. Now, all he felt was concern, and it was
increasing at every second.
Saruman looked at him gravely, and finally revealed the unspeakable
"You recall, my Stormcrow, when I asked you to join with me in aiding
Sauron? You must understand- there was much more reason to do so than
you knew! You would not have listened to me, and I did not dare tell
you any more, so obvious was your refusal! But I will tell you now:
Sauron has in place, by his magic, and his skill, a – a doomsday
device! Ever the pupil of Melkor's reasoning, is Annatar! If he
believes he is about to fall, he will assuredly activate it, and
Middle Earth- will be no more!
Gandalf opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound he could form
was a strangled, horrified gasp of dismay.
Saruman sighed tiredly, and looked away, murmuring:
"And I fear...we are getting very close to the time he may ...think
to use it!"
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