You were only a gondorian soldier when he first approached you. You were stationed at Minas Ithil when they came. The nazgûl, ringwraiths of sauron. A ringwraith taller than the rest, wielding a sword and a strange blade broke down the wall you were stationed at, making you get thrown backwards into another wall. The wraith stood before you, flames running down his sword as he impaled you with the strange blade he held in his other hand. A cold sting was all you felt at the location where he stabbed you which was in the shoulder, as soon as the blade entered your skin its tip broke off and the rest of it was falling appart into what looked to be dust.
The witchking then turned his attention to the other guards at the Minas Ithil, slaying them one after the other, you weakly limped towards the wraith, grabbing the sword you had and tried to strike him in the back with it with the arm you had that still worked. Upon contact the sword shattered and your hand felt like it was in great pain. You fell backwards and looked at the white roof of the watchtower. You felt the cold and pain that the blade caused, along with the pain in your left hand that striking the witchking caused start to take you. Suddenly a curious pair of beatiful eyes looked down at you, at either side of the eyes there were long soft looking strands of white hair. The face looking down at you was pretty aswell. Almost as if its shape had been molded by a god to look as perfect as a persons face could look. All of this lead to you feeling enchanted by the person looking down at you, in his eyes there was concern and his lips were turned down into a frown. He looked towards the witchking and with a wave of his hand the entire watchtower of Minas Ithil shook. Upon feeling this the wraith stopped his murderous rampage and summoned the other 8 to him, seemingly instructing them to slay the remaining gondorian soldiers and begin to occupy the watchtower.
"yes my lord ?" he said, bowing down for the being infront of you. Whoever this being was, he did not seem flattered by the gesture.
"what have you done to this one ?" pure hate and rage was now visible in his eyes as he walked closer to the nazgûl.
"he seemed strong enough to be worthy of being turned into a wraith, even in his weakened state he managed to try and land a strike on me"
The witchking was suddenly grabbed by a black, armoured hand which made his helmet smoke and begin to get hotter and hotter. Almost glowing from the simple touch.
The fair, mesmerising form from mere moments before was now a twisted form made from hatred and metal.
"i didn't tell you to turn this one into a wraith, you'll be punished severely for this act of insolence"
You felt the cold in your shoulder get worse and you groaned in pain. Your hand was also still hurting like all hell.
The metal suit of armour now released the witchking and turned towards you, grabbing your hand gently, it scorched your already damaged hand even more and he quicly pulled away.
"im terribly sorry, usually the nazgûl can handle that, it slipped my mind that you're a human" His voice was dark and menacing, not really fitting for the words he was saying.
A brillliant golden light illuminated the hallway while the metal suit got smaller and the enchanting form with white hair and firey eyes was back once more.
"come with me" his voice was soft as silk, kind and seductive, but had a commanding tone to it that was barely noticable but still there enough that you knew ignoring his command would not be wise. You tried to get up but realised the cold in your shoulder and your hand, oh and also a broken rib or two from being thrown into a stone wall might make that difficult. He seemed to realise this too, scooping you up carefully into his arms, not caring for the blood on your armour and body staining the garments he was wearing. Once brought so close to him you realised his scent was beyond anything you'd ever smelled, not all the flowers in the royal gardens of Minas Tirith could replicate such a scent. It was highly intoxicating and you wished to stay like that forever, his hold on you was also firm but gentle enough not to feel suffocating. All of this combined with the softness of his hands made you feel very weary indeed and you quickly felt the pull of sleep grab you and not let go.
You awoke a while later in a very dark room, you thought it was just a lack of light but it seemed the very material the room was made of was dark as the night. You saw that the beatiful stranger was at your bed. "i hope you slept well, you seemed to be exhausted from my servants, well mistake" he seemed to say the word mistake with such venom that even in this nice and warm room you felt a chill go up your spine. He took immediate notice of this and got closer to you.
"i once again apologise, im just not used to having actual normal people in my fortress again, it seems i need to hide my true side from you a little better since you're not as used to it as my uruk-hai or orcs" while he said this he looked you in the eyes, and at that moment you were very confused on what to do, say even. This otherworldy being which turned out to be the dark lord sauron, which you now realised having seen him in his armoured form, was being so kind to you. He was beyond beatiful to you aswell and he seemed to not even be aware of it.
Sauron stopped looking into your eyes and instead backed away, he seemed to be uncomfortable now. You asked what was wrong and his response made your heart skip several beats.
"you know why i saved you don't you, i would have let the witchking make you into a wraith under his control, if i wasn't so interested in you"
he continued but now there were hints of a blush on his cheeks, somehing you found extremely endearing.
"seeing you there, still trying so hard to get back at the witchking, seeing you fight against the effects of his morgul blade with such vigor, made me feel an appreciation for the race of men i hadn't felt since the fall of Númenor, or rather an appreciation for you"
"and i fear that appreciation for a good soldier doing his duty has become something more, now the question remains do you actually want to be with a fallen maiar who served the greatest evil ever known to arda ?"
You didn't understand half the words he told you, only that he apparently was in love with you and was asking you if you felt the same. If there was ever a time where you wish you had learned elvish it would've been now, because you wanted to smoothly reply with something cute in elvish but were left with a shaky "i do want to be with you"
He seemed both shocked, surpised and overjoyed at your reply, so much so that his maiar energy began to bend and change revealing his armoured self for just a second untill he, atleast slightly composed himself again. In a flash he was back at your bed and pressed his lips against yours roughly, not that you minded at this point. To your delight you also felt his soft warm hand trace your cheek. At that point you felt like melting, which you did, into his embrace. He ended the kiss far too soon for your liking and was utterly in heaven at the actual whine you produced at the loss of his warmth and touch. His eyes were even more alight than usual, he backed away from your face just slightly, breathing more quickly. You felt oddly proud of the fact you made the lord of Mordor, the great lidless eye, the lord of the rings lose his cool like that.
Looking at him like this, breathing heavily his eyes bright and excited and so close to you, your mind immediatly came up with fantasies of him and you in his personal chambers his hands roaming over your body at places they definitely shouldn't be, his lips pressed roughly, hungerly against yours, a whine escaping him as you start examining just what might be between this beings legs-
"i see that my disheveled appearance has made your mind wander to places it shouldn't be"
Sauron said this in the most sinfull of tones, using his already silky voice to add even more to what already was a lewd sentence. Just the fact hearing him say what he said in the way he did it was doing things to you wasn't a good sign but at the same time you couldn't care less.
He did add "you should know though that while patching you up, undressing you, taking off that ridiculous pile of metal you call armour, seeing your body, my mind definitely also wandered"
You didn't give him time to even look smug at what his statement was doing to you as you kissed him again. This time though his soft hands didn't just go to your cheek, they went below the garment you were wearing and explored every part of your upper body there. At that very moment, your allegiance to gondor, him being the evil dark lord he was, the destruction he had caused middle-earth, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that he was now shamelessly groping your upper body below what you were wearing and his toungue was ravaging your mouth, you ofcourse wanted to touch him aswell.
You gently went through his hair which was as soft as his voice sounded, it smelled wonderful too, while caressing his head of amazing hair sauron let out a pleasured groan. You discovered a sensitive spot rigt under his ear which he seemed to react very strongly to if it was touched. You took full advantage of this and made sauron make noises no living or even dead men had ever heard the dark lord make. When you heard him fully moan your name you were sent over the edge. Once the both of you were satisfied you slowly as if in a trance made some space between the two of you. Saurons eyes were the colour of molten honey at this moment, soft and radiant, he was also fully blushing by this point which made you feel very proud of youself and as much as you hated it, aroused.
"n-not too bad for a man who isn't even a númenorian" He tried to joke as it was clear he definitely enjoyed it far more than his reaction would show. You yourself were also a mess and practically sunk into the bed he layed you on when you were still sleeping while he was bringing you to barad-dûr. Running a hand across the scar the witchkings morgul blade left on your shoulder Sauron seemed angry at it.
"how dare he defile such beauty" he scoffed. You took the hand that was on your shoulder in your own and said: "i guess that serves as a memento from when we first met" Sauron seemed much happier after hearing this, he got into bed next to you, which you just realised was a two person bed. "w-what are you trying to-" he shut you up by placing a finger on your lips. "it would be rude for me to abandon my guest so soon after saving him from dying would it not ?" You agreed and almost on instinct cuddle up to him. Before fully falling asleep you heard him say "maiar actually don't really need sleep you know, i just wanted to try it out with you"
Once you woke up you smelled saurons scent and realised you were cuddled really closely to him,bthe both of you had cuddled up in a way where you buried your head in the crook of his neck and he did the same to you. The dark lord himself was not very quick to wake up, he moved a bit in your embace, muttering names like "morgoth" "valar" and "celebrimbor" while he slept. You rightly guessed he was having a nightmare so you tapped him on the shoulder to wake him up. He woke up with a jolt and hugged you tighter. "whats wrong ?" you asked him.
"just a nightmare about my past, i get those sometimes" "i'd hoped having a person to be close to would help but it didn't"
"what did happen in your past anyway, all i know is you died at the battle of the last alliance when Isildure severed the ring from your body"
"i used to be perfect, beautiful, serving under my master aule, valar of smithing and the earth"
"i heard you mumble the name morgoth aswell when you were having that nightmare"
Saurons face grew pale, he was shaking slightly, tears were even building up at the corners of his eyes. You immediatly apologised but he ignored it and instead started explaining.
"he was my master, i was seduced into serving him, together we waged war on the valar, we killed many elves and enslaved even more, to turn into orcs"
"he was defeated after a while in the war of wrath which destroyed the continent know as beleriand, and i managed to escape, when he returned however he punished me, he punished me so much for so long i thought i'd finally become a shadow of my former self, literally a wandering aimless shadow, only to be restored after thousands of years"
"its alway been my greatest fear, to be torn from my physical form and be doomed to wander middle earth"
You realised thats what must've happened after his defeat, if the tales þof a shadow in the east and the necromancer of dol guldur were to be believed thats exactly what happened to him, he wandered for thousands of years as a spirit.
"after he realised this was what i feared he would use it against me every time i failed to do something, if you think im cruel you clearly don't know morgoth, you can't ofcourse but thats not the point, he was far crueler than even me"
"im just happy to atleast have you, the constant solitude in this fortress gets old really soon and the orcs don't help either, they can't touch you tenderly, or listen to your fears and understand them, or comfort you, they're only good for war after all"
You softly grabbed him and looked into his eyes, which were wet with tears. "the lord of mordor crying, what a sight" you said with equal parts laughter and equal parts sorrow.
A smile graced Saurons lips upon hearing this and he said: "you're right, ofcourse you are, i can't go around and be this vunerable and tender all the time, my uruks would straight up not want me to lead them anymore, can't have a weak leader after all"
"you're anything but weak, i mean you made this place, these armies, the rings, the nazgûl, that takes strength"
Sauron laughed upon hearing this. "you do realise you're falling for a maiar who wantes to rule middle earth right ?"
Instead of actually saying anything you just kissed him and touched the sensitive spot under his ear again.
"yes, im aware and fully commiting to it"
His eyes flaired up again, glowing brightly.
"good, but we are going to have to teach you to not touch that spot again" You just chuckled at the remark.
