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He knelt upon a floor of cold, black, stone, the chill of the air stinging his bare skin. Thorny vines forged of darkened iron tore his flesh as they held his arms firmly behind his back. For any other being this would be the start of a most wicked nightmare.
Sauron smiled as he raised his head to face the abyss. "My Lord, Morgoth." He called to the shadows.
With a frigid laugh the shadows replied, a pale face with snow white hair came from the gloom. The glistening light of the lost stars illuminated a frightening figure clad in black armor. Morgoth's silver eyes focused intensely on Sauron, his agony and fatigue momentarily forgotten.
"My beloved pet." Morgoth purred. "Time has failed to touch your peerless beauty, it would seem."
Sauron winced as an icy metal boot found the center of his back and forced his face against the ground. But still his smile remained.
"You are a wellspring of pride and joy, truly I relish the discord you sew upon the world." Morgoth said with a twisted smile.
"I live to serve you." Sauron replied. At this Morgoth ground his heel into Sauron's back causing him to grit his teeth.
"Do you truly?" Morgoth asked with a mocking laugh.
"The flame of ambition burns deep within your soul, in my absence you tasted power and became intoxicated by it. You are my emissary, in my voice you sing a rebellious song of your own creation." Morgoth said as he removed his boot from Sauron's back.
Sauron couldn't help but shiver in anticipation as a cold, clawed gauntlet grabbed his silky golden locks and forced him up from the ground. Pools of burning embers reflected in Morgoth's eyes.
"I revel in the beautiful chaos you create, but you will remember your place. You are the my left hand, and despite the crown you forged for yourself you shall always kneel before me. For I am your master." Morgoth said with a dark expression.
"I am an instrument of your will, my Lord." Sauron smiled.
Morgoth laughed, and the abyss laughed along with him. He paused a moment to release the grip on Sauron's hair to gently caress his cheek. Almost involuntary Sauron leaned into his touch as his eyes closed, a contented sound came from deep in his chest.
"Has my pet grown weary of his flames?" Morgoth asked.
"I yearn for your heart, as black and cold as a winter's night." Sauron said with sincerity.
Morgoth's gaze softened, a faint flicker of warmth appeared in his eyes. "How I wish I could sate your hunger, not even your deepest, darkest desires are a secret to me. Such is your yearning that you even fashioned your armor after mine."
"I will grant you a blessing of despair, make you burn with unquenchable flames. I will make you desire something you can never possess." Morgoth said as he moved to be at Sauron's level.
Sauron froze as he was pulled against Morgoth's chest. Fire and ice clashed as their lips met forcefully. Morgoth commanded the pace, pulling away teasingly to make Sauron chase after. In a realm beyond time the fleeting minutes felt like eternity. As Morgoth pulled away for a last time the dream began to fade.
"Your soul is mine, do not forget that. When you fall into death's slumber I will be there to claim you for eternity." Morgoth's distant voice called to him.
"Amin mela lle!" Sauron screamed into the darkness. He woke still seated upon his throne atop Barad Dûr with hot tears stinging his eyes and a bitter smile upon his face.