Request: First Age, before Saeros died (necrophilia just isn't very Christmas-y)... both emotionally strong characters (as they were); prior to Turin showing up in Doriath would be most awesome, but I understand the bunnies sometimes run rampant... let's see... damn, I just know I'm calling myself out on it asking for this, but, oh well... if there's a way to include cheesecake, or goats, it would make me all the more happy ^_^ (poor person getting this is just now thinking '...great, I get the freak assignment...', lol)
Do not include: No death!! Um, rather not have rape or noncon or anything too bad; some angstiness could be fun. However the muses go on it.. it's a more difficult pairing, so I hate to put up a lot of limitations.

Summary: Mablung and Saeros enjoy a day of seduction in the woods of Doriath, at least until they realise they are in the prescence of a voyeuristic goat...

Author�s note: I know this is not *quite* what you probably had in mind but it was the best I could do this year. Also a big thank you to Keiliss, without her this would not have been written and I would still try to find an angle for this story :)

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�That goat is looking at us.�

Saeros lifted his head, resting his chin on his lover�s stomach. �You know you are not meant to concentrate on the goats?�

�Of course I do, but the damned goat is watching us. Not grazing, not wandering around - just watching. It is creepy.�

Saeros snorted with amusement. �Wait until the rumour spreads around Doriath that Mablung, mightiest of warriors, lost his nerve because he was watched by a goat.�

Mablung ran a hand through his hair, watching the goat warily. �It is unnatural, that is what it is.�

�More unnatural than two men doing what we do?� Saeros� voice was dry. �Most of Doriath would be less offended by your interest in goats than your interest in me, or else we would be inside on a bed rather than out here where your new friend can watch us do...what it is we do.�

�Maybe this was a bad idea after all.� Mablung reached for his clothes. �As you say, it is as unnatural as that damned goat.�

�Let me get this straight,� Saeros� voice was flat as he sat up as well. �We have tried to find a place to do this for months, you - not me - stole some of the Lady�s valuable cheesecake from the kitchens to make this special and now, halfway through, you want to stop because a goat is watching us?!�

Mablung gave him an uncomfortable look. �They say the Lady sees all through the creatures of the forest.�

Saeros closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. �So now our queen is spying on our illicit affair through the eyes of a goat. I see.�

�You are making me sound ridiculous.�

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Saeros shook his head. �No, beautiful, you are managing that all by yourself.�

�Does it not unnerve you at all?� Mablung looked at him, halfway into his tunic again. �Not at all?�

�Which?� Saeros asked acidly. �The goat or the idea of it being the queen�s eyes watching us?�

�Well, either��

Saeros lay back on the mossy ground. �No. Leave if you want. I am staying here.�

�Naked?!�

�Yes. I might as well see to myself if you are leaving. And if the goat wants to watch then it can bloody well watch.�

Mablung blinked and looked down at him. �You are serious? You would let a goat watch� that� What if it decided to eat �things? They say goats eat anything.�

Saeros closed his eyes. �It could try and find itself spitted for roasting.� He relaxed into the moss, running a hand down his pale body. �Have you decided if you are leaving yet?�

Uncomfortably, Mablung looked at the goat again. �It is still watching you, you know��

Saeros slowly ran his fingers around a pale nipple. �Well I guess I had better give it a show then.�

�You are horrible. Sinful. Completely shameless!�

Smiling wickedly, Saeros turned his head towards Mablung. �It never bothered you before� and who knows� Last time maybe a bunny was watching us, hiding in the grass��

Mablung smiled against his will, reaching out to lightly trace a finger across Saeros� lips. �Now you are making fun of me.�

Shivering, Saeros parted his lips, touching the tip of his tongue to the calloused finger. �Well, you must admit� it is rather funny.� His voice suddenly sounding husky. �Mablung of Doriath unnerved by the presence of an animal� Or perhaps it is not the goat that is the problem, perhaps you no longer like what I do?�

Mablung�s eyes darkened as he watched Saeros, his hands tying the last laces on his tunic. �Of course I do� You know that, I just��

Saeros opened his eyes. �You just got distracted by the goat.�

Relieved, Mablung nodded. �Exactly.�

�While I was running my tongue along that significant erection, worshipping your body with my mouth and hands, you got distracted by a goat.� Saeros ran his hands lower on his body, teasing the sensitive skin at his groin while watching Mablung.

�When you say it like that�it sounds rather stupid,� Mablung agreed, his eyes following every movement Saeros made. �You are so wanton��

Saeros� voice was tinged with amusement. �You complaining?�

�By the Lady, no.� Mablung�s voice was hoarse as his hands started tearing at the newly fastened laces of his tunic. �Touch yourself for me� show yourself to your audience��

�You,� Saeros started, letting his eyes fall closed again as he wrapped his fingers around his erection, stroking slowly, teasingly, �do not like an audience�as we have just discovered.�

�I might not,� Mablung agreed, moving closer, leaning down to kiss Saeros. He paused close enough for their breath to mingle without touch. �But you rather evidently do.�

Saeros laughed. �I like sex� you know that, and if anyone wants to watch they are welcome to do so.�

�Do you never worry about discovery?�

Shaking his head slightly, Saeros reached up, wrapping his fingers in the dark brown hair. �No. If they want to banish me for my desires I will go north. I doubt the Noldor would be as fussy, and the King himself has seen that no rumours leave Doriath.� Leaning up, he brushed his lips against Mablung�s. �Do you intend to talk the whole time we do this?�

Smiling into the kiss, Mablung leant down further, his chest pressing against Saeros�. �No. But I should tell you that the goat is still watching.�

Saeros groaned. �Not again. Ignore the damned goat and take me.�

Tutting, Mablung raised himself of Saeros. �So impatient. Always so impatient. How did you ever become an advisor?�

Thumping his head back against the ground with a frustrated growl, Saeros considered whether throttling his lover could in any sense be taken as erotic. �Stop. Talking.�

Mablung laughed as he sat up. �Where did you pack the oil?�

Saeros� eyes flew open. �What do you mean, where did I pack the oil?�

�What do you think I meant?� Mablung�s voice was dry. �Where did you pack it?�

Staring at him, Saeros sat up slowly. �Tell me you are joking?�

Mablung gave him a confused look. �About what?�

Falling back to the ground, Saeros groaned, throwing an arm over his face. �I found a perfect secluded spot. I brought the wine. You stole the Lady�s favourite dessert, which, I should add, we have already eaten, and you forgot that you were meant to bring the damned oil?�

Covering his mouth with his hand Mablung stared at his lover for a moment. �Oh.�

��Oh�? That is all you have to say? After all you could think of to say about the goat, the only thing you can say about having forgotten the oil is �Oh�?�

Helplessly, Mablung looked at the naked Elf on the ground. �I am sorry?� he offered, wondering what else there really was to say.

�You are sorry.� Saeros� voice was flat.

Mablung nodded. �Yes. I am sorry.� He lay down beside Saeros, staring up at the sky trying to peek through the leaves of the forest.

For a moment they were both silent.

�You know,� Mablung eventually broke the silence. �I think the goat is laughing at us.�

Groaning, Saeros a hard slap sideways, hitting Mablung. �Stop talking about the goat.�

Mablung turned his head, watching the animal that was still standing a short distance away. He could swear it was laughing; it looked� malicious.

The goat lowered its head, tugging off a few leaves from one of the low bushes before chewing them slowly and turning around, leaving the small clearing, her tail wagging as the presence in its mind withdrew.