Title: The Battle of Wills
Author: Dreamyer (dreamyer_2000@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17, 18 or older only please! If you are under 18 please find 
something else to entertain you!
Disclaimer: While the "lord of the ring" series belongs to J.R.R. Tolken, I 
have borrowed his characters. The original creation is his, and to him I 
send the credit.
Summary: Saruman has turned to the dark side, he knows Gandalf is the 
more powerful wizard, and would never turn away from the light. His only 
chance in defeating the Gray Wizard is in taking control of his soul, and to 
do that he must seduce him.


Gandalf entered into Middle Earth as one of the Istari, and was deemed the 
wisest of the order by Galadriel.  Gandalf was the bearer of Narya, the 
Ring of Fire, given to him by Cirdan when he arrived in Middle Earth. 

Yet Gandalf was not alone. Saruman came to Middle Earth as the Chief of 
the Istari, and was the head of the White Council.

But for many years, Saruman concealed his secret desires for power and 
glory, and for Gandalf. Saruman despised Gandalf, for I believe he knew 
who was the more powerful, and he knew he could never sway Gandalf to 
aid him in his evil plots, yet that never stopped his desire for him. 
Saruman believed that by possessing Gandalf's body, that somehow he 
could also possess his thoughts, or maybe even his very soul.

The White Wizard stood staring out the open window, but seeing nothing. 
His own thoughts blinded him from the view of the moors outside. The 
sunlight was cast off his white robes so that anyone looking at him would 
have been blinded by its brilliance, yet his soul had long ago turned 
blacker than the darkest night.

Slowly he came out of his reverie, feeling someone's approach, no, not 
someone, but Gandalf.

He turned slowly away from the window as he began to speak. "Do not 
bother knocking Gandalf, you may enter. I wondered when you would 
seek me out. I have felt the turmoil of your mind, it radiates from you like 
a dark cloud, will you now speak to me of your troubles?"

Gandalf started for but a mere moment, searching the eyes of his friend 
and mentor. He had not known that anyone knew anything was amiss, but 
realized that he could hide little from Saruman. He crossed the room 
slowly, taking moments to gather his thoughts before speaking. 

"I feel the dark forces growing stronger. The winds of change are upon us, 
and a battle greater than any seen before looms on the horizon. You and I 
will both play large roles in this battle, yet....." Gandalf stopped, unable to 
say more.

Somehow he felt that as the battle began to rage changes would come 
between himself and his master, that lines would be drawn, never to be 
crossed again.

Yet even as he was given a glimpse of the future he refused to believe it, 
for believing it would be saying that his master, his friend.... He couldn't 
even finish the thought.

Saruman moved closer, and gently placed his hand on Gandalf's shoulder. 
"My friend, the future can never be truly revealed to us, we can only 
glimpse what may come to pass. But nothing, no fate is ever written in 
stone."

Gandalf nodded in agreement, yet his heart still felt heavy. He turned 
slowly, preparing to beg leave, when Saruman's voice stopped him.

"Will you come with me for a moment? I have great need to share 
something with you, something that might help clear your thoughts, and 
thus ease your mind."

Gandalf looked into the eyes of Saruman, saw only honesty and concern 
there, then slowly he nodded his assent.

Saruman led him from the room, down a long corridor to his more private 
chambers. Gandalf felt uneasy, as he had never entered Saruman's private 
suites.
Why should he be bade entrance now?  As if Saruman could hear his 
thoughts, the white wizard turned to him.

"I have allowed no one to enter these rooms in many a year. Inside I keep 
tools so powerful that I almost fear using them myself, let alone allow 
some young trainee with good intentions to destroy all we have worked to 
achieve."

Saruman stopped before a grand door. The wood was inlaid with vines and 
flowers of which grew all over Middle Earth, and seemed to glow with a 
inner light of its own. Saruman waved his hand over the door, causing the 
vines to shimmer like silver, and the flowers into gold. The door opened 
without a sound, and through the doorway Gandalf could see many 
wonders, that which he believed at one time to only be ancient lore. 
Saruman bade him enter, and moved towards the center of the room where 
a great pillar stood. Placed atop that pillar laid a clear globe; yet Gandalf 
knew he looked upon the great Orb.

"Ahhhh, I see you recognize that Great Orb! Wonderful! But do you know 
its usage?"

"Neh!" replied Gandalf, "I had not truly believed in its existence until just 
now! Myth tells it can see a clear path into the future, one that is not to be 
broken. Is that why you have brought me here?"

"Very good my friend! Indeed that is why I have brought you here. You 
seem to need its answers. I pray it can help you to choose your path, or 
waylay your fears."
   
Saruman moved closer to the Orb, and gently held his hand over it. The 
clear globe filled with a misty white substance, floating like clouds, then 
thickening. Slowly the white began to change, soon colors of red and blue 
bled into the white, then followed by green, yellow, and purple. As the 
colors mixed, forms began to take shape. 

Gandalf moved closer, trying to catch a glimpse of that which was held 
within.

Soon the room around him faded, until his eyes held only the Orb. Gandalf 
felt pulled by the Great Orb, as if it beckoned him closer still, or, ney, as if 
it were drawing him inside. Gandalf suddenly felt his feet leave the floor, 
his entire body seemed to be floating, yet he was at peace. His mind 
cleared of all thoughts, his eyes were now filled with mist, and could see 
nothing else.

Saruman's laugh filled the chamber, yet was unheard by Gandalf. Raising 
his staff, he used it to guide Gandalf towards the bed. If all went well he 
would soon possess Gandalf, body, mind and soul.

Gandalf felt the soft mattress beneath him as he was lain upon it. Through 
the mist he could see Saruman approach, yet he could still not form 
thoughts, and for some reason that didn't bother him. Images flashed 
before his eyes, intense feelings of pleasure began to flow over him, and 
desire was building within him.

Visions of Saruman floated across his mind, Saruman naked, held beneath 
him.

Saruman giving and taking pleasures untold. Gandalf knew not where 
these thoughts stemmed from, nor did he care. The only thing he knew 
was that he must become one with Saruman.

A satisfied smile spread across Saruman's face. He plan was working 
better than he could have ever dreamed. He could feel the desire radiate 
from Gandalf, and knew his time had come. Long had he awaited this 
moment, and now that it was upon him, he wanted to savor it.

Saruman leaned over Gandalf and their eyes met. Gandalf held his hands 
out to the Great White Wizard, and drew him closer. Soon they were 
caught in a powerfully magic kiss. The mere touch of skin upon skin sent 
sparks into the air. Robes vanished into thin air, and soon the two bodies 
were intertwined.

Hands and mouths were used to touch anywhere and everywhere at the 
same time. No inch of skin was left untouched.

Saruman lowered his mouth over Gandalf's hardened staff. Gandalf could 
feel himself close to shattering. His entire body felt on fire, and a pleasure 
deeper than he'd ever known filled him. His thoughts were of nothing 
more than finding fulfillment, and in giving the same pleasure. As 
Saruman's mouth moved over him his hips began to lift. Saruman pulled at 
him harder, allowing Gandalf to fill his mouth, and yet seeking more. 

His hands roamed over Gandalf's body, circling his erect nipple, moving 
lower to prepare him for entry. He entered him gently with one slick 
finger, pulling it in and out with the same rhythm of his mouth. He could 
feel Gandalf tighten and relax, could feel his pleasure building, and thus 
feel his own starting to grow.

He bade Gandalf to roll over, and Gandalf had no will to fight. Saruman 
entered Gandalf with great care, for there must be no pain in the taking, 
lest his soul not be released. He began moving within him, picking up the 
pace as his own need grew stronger. Soon his thoughts were only of 
release. Such pleasure he never dreamed of, so much, in fact, that he 
forgot to murmur the magic spell as
Gandalf cried out his own release.

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Saruman paced his chamber angrily. He could not believe his folly. His 
perfect chance had been wasted! He had allowed human emotions to 
control him, he who was above such earthly pleasures. How could this 
have happened? Gandalf must be powerful indeed. 'Well'... he thought, 
'next time I will be better prepared, and yes, my dear friend, there will be a 
next time. Indeed the winds of change are upon us, and if I can not possess 
you, then I will destroy you!!'

Gandalf awoke in his rooms, as from a great nightmare. Yet, as he moved 
to sit up, the dream faded from his memory.  Somehow he could not 
remember why he was resting in his rooms, he needed to see Saruman! A 
sudden vision of Saruman, naked, loomed before his eyes, and Gandalf 
shook his head as if to clear it, and yet he could feel his body growing in 
response. Why did he suddenly desire Saruman?

The End