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Bargains (2) (NC-17)

Written by Anorienbean

10 November 2007 | 1837 words

Title: Bargains
Author: anorienbean
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Faramir/Haldir
Prompt: 29. Submissive
Word Count: 1784
Rating: NC-17
Beta: My sweet
Disclaimer: Not true, didn’t happen, these characters belong to Master Tolkien and his estate and I’m only borrowing them for a few perverted hours.
Author’s Notes: Written for 50kinkyways.

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His hands were up against the wall, feet spread wide apart, his ass pushed out to meet each hard smack of the paddle. It wasn’t often he craved this, being on the receiving end of their more adventuresome activities, but today, as he was on patrol, he’d heard Elladan and Elrohir going at it hard and fast by the river, moaning and crying out and begging, “more,” “harder,” and “oh, by the Valar, yes hurt me!” Unable to help himself, Haldir had hidden in the trees and watched, the flesh between his legs growing harder with every thrust as Elrohir moved forward and pierced his brother with his swollen length, tugging at his nipple rings, Elladan’s hands tied high above his head as he whimpered and begged for more.

Elladan’s legs were spread wide and his feet were up in the air, and Elrohir, his normally shy but often mischievous twin was rutting into him like some wild animal. And it looked like it hurt in all the right ways, Haldir thought, judging from the look of glazed pleasure on Elladan’s face.

Haldir thought his patrol would never end, and finally asked his brother, Orophin, to take over, claiming he didn’t feel well. He then quickly made his way home to his lover.

Faramir was sitting comfortably on the couch, writing in his journal, and looked up in surprise to find Haldir looking rather flushed and anxious. “The room,” the Elf panted. “We need to go into the room, and I need you to hurt me.”

“Me…?” Faramir hesitated. Normally, he was the one who begged to be spanked or tied or punished, but he had to admit the idea of turning the tables on Haldir was appealing. It took him only a moment to picture that little scene. “Very well. Get in there, remove your clothes, and stand against the wall, legs apart. And Haldir…” He stopped as his Elf, who was hurrying toward their playroom looked impatiently over his shoulder at him. “You may make all the noise you need to.”

Haldir smirked – for he was not the type of Elf to cry out in pain – but he nodded, and did as he was told.

Moments later, their game had begun.

The first time the paddle came down just beneath the curve of his backside, Haldir bit his lip and closed his eyes. By the Valar, yes…

“Count.” Faramir’s voice against his ear startled the golden Elf, but he nodded at once.

“One!”

The second was harder, higher, and hurt twice as much. “Two!” He was even harder than before as he felt the second blow.

The first few were child’s play, nothing they didn’t do when they were laughing and wrestling like two little Elfings, smacking each other’s backsides and gigging at the handprint left behind.

But Faramir, it seemed, sensed Haldir’s need and was not playing games today. The blows got harder and harder, well placed so that Haldir’s entire backside and the back of his thighs were a nice, dark shade of red, and each touch of the paddle both inflamed a new area as well as burned over an already sore one.

By the time he’d counted to fifteen, Haldir was sweating and there was a distinct catch in his voice. He could stop this with a single word, his safeword – “mithril” – but the idea didn’t even occur to him. Rather, he found his hips rotating, rising up to welcome each stinging smack.

Faramir’s fist slowly, meticulously, painfully wound around Haldir’s hair. He led the Elf across the room, to the bed, where he sat down and pulled Haldir down over his legs.

The normally pale skin of Haldir’s backside was, at the moment a fiery red. Even the soft touch of his lover’s fingertips was enough to make him moan in pain, his earlier thoughts about never needing to whimper or moan or whine having disappeared from his mind after about the tenth blow – but Gods, he thought, it was the most amazing kind of pain he’d ever experienced.

It was sweet torment. Cool, gentle fingers against burning skin, loving touches against muscles that ached so deliciously. His arousal lay against Faramir’s bare thigh, and as normally loving fingers pinched his backside, Haldir whimpered softly.

He felt Faramir shift, then felt the globes of his backside being parted. Something slick was applied – lube, obviously, – then something hard and unforgiving was pressed against his entrance. Whatever it was wasn’t too big, but still big enough to cause him to gasp as steady, firm pressure pushed the object past resisting muscles. A moment later, the thing was completely inside him, the remaining inches stretching and gliding past his tight guardian muscles, slick and smooth.

“How does that feel?” Faramir asked softly. “The very instrument that caused you pain is now going to give you pleasure.” He shifted the base of the paddle, causing the handle to nudge Haldir’s prostate.

Haldir’s cock jerked against his lover’s leg and a thin stream of precum dribbled out from the tip.

“Obviously, it feels good.” Faramir answered before Haldir could even begin to think. He then slowly and deliberately began to fuck his Elf with the paddle. He was talented, knowing just what felt good and what didn’t, knowing just how much pain his lover could handle without crossing that thin line into too much pain and too little pleasure.

“It looks awfully small,” Faramir whispered, slicking up his fingers and working one in beside the paddle handle. Haldir’s arms and legs froze as his body was stretched yet again, the finger curving, exploring, teasing.

In and out, wood and flesh moved, and Haldir was shamelessly rocking against Faramir’s leg, knowing he would be coming in almost no time at all. The handle was pushed in a bit further, stretching him again as it flared toward the business end and by this time the normally stoic Elf was almost ready to beg for mercy.

Suddenly, he felt empty as the paddle and Faramir’s fingers were unceremoniously drug from his body. “Stand up.” Faramir tone held no room for argument, and his unusually submissive Elf stood. Their eyes met, their gazes both dark with lust and desire, their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Faramir reached down, ran his finger through the juices Haldir had left on his thigh, and brought his finger to his lips, where he licked it dry. He then sat on the bed again. His cock was hard and glistening with his own fluids as he wrapped his fingers around it and stroked himself a few times. “Ride me.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Haldir was straddling Faramir’s lips, his head thrown back and his body accepting the engorged shaft deep within. He whimpered when his lover was fully sheathed, and again when Faramir pushed up even deeper and his thighs brushed over Haldir’s still swollen backside. “By the Valar,” Haldir moaned just before his lover’s lips sealed over his own and Faramir kissed him deeply.

Their bodies knew just what to do, though neither Man nor Elf was capable of thought at the moment. Faramir mindlessly thrust up while Haldir slammed himself down, accepting the thick length again and again, moaning and cursing into his lover’s mouth each time his prostate was brushed. Their kiss grew harder, deeper, each taking what they wanted and needed; giving as good as they got.

Haldir’s hand joined Faramir’s between them, and they stroked the weeping cock that jutted proudly up from the Elf’s groin. Faramir’s other hand slipped between them as well, and cupped his lover’s testicles, pulling lightly and squeezing them gently in the palm of his hand.

That was all it took to send them both over the edge. Haldir exploded between them, his seed covering their skin in great spurts, just as Faramir’s cock pulsed his own release deep inside his Elven lover’s body.

Their lips never parted, but the kiss grew from a ravishing, demanding, all-consuming kiss to something sweeter, softer, move loving; the wetness and warmth of exploring tongues mingling and caressing, the soft curses and low moans turning into barely whispered endearments and half hidden smiles.

Faramir’s arms wrapped around Haldir’s trembling body and held him close as the Elf bonelessly collapsed against him. Slowly, his hands moved down to soothe the reddened skin he could reach. There was no more pinching, no more hurting, and to Haldir’s surprise, he found that Faramir’s fingers were covered with the salve they’d used for lubrication.

He turned and gently laid Haldir on his stomach as he continued erasing the pain he’d caused only moments before. His touch was gentle and loving once again, and he pressed small kisses at the small of his lover’s back each time the Elf would squirm.

“You certainly came home in a…pleasant mood,” Faramir observed as he continued his ministrations.

Haldir sighed in contentment and nodded. “Aye. I saw the twins by the river, started thinking of the things we do in this room, and…Gods, all I could think about was getting home to you and sharing this.”

Faramir was silent, and his fingers happened to his a particularly sore spot on Haldir’s backside.

“Meleth?” Haldir half turned to look over his shoulder. “You do not object to my watching them to you? I didn’t plan it, I just…”

Faramir smiled and applied the final bit of ointment to reddened skin, then laid down beside his lover. “Mind? Gods, Haldir, you have been on patrol so often lately, it was the only thing I knew would get you home before dark. I paid them to play their games in that clearing, hoping… well, let’s just say I got exactly what I wanted.” He looked very un-Faramirish at the moment as a wicked gleam shone in his eyes. Haldir’s mouth fell open as he gaped at his lover.

“You… you… paid them?” His eyes narrowed and he fought back the urge to smile. “And exactly what price did they demand?” The sound of loud moans filled the night air just below the ‘playroom’ window of Haldir and Faramir’s talan, and the golden Elf’s eyes grew wide.

“They simply wanted to watch their glorious Marchwarden blush in… places they’d never seen before…” Haldir forgot all about the pain, forgot all about his embarrassment, and he was on Faramir a heartbeat later, trapping his arms and ticking all the most sensitive parts of his lover’s squirming body. The words he was saying weren’t exactly endearing ones, and frankly, were too graphic for even the twins’ ears, but Faramir, even as he struggled and giggled helplessly, still thought he’d made a damned good bargain.

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