Faramir Fiction Archive

Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 11

Dorvane was apparently disgusted enough with the pair to leave them alone for a few days again but the couple knew that he wouldn’t wait long before summoning them again. When the guards arrived the words they spoke made Faramir’s heart sink. They wanted Haldir, alone. He hated when they separated them, as much as he hated having to hurt Haldir or Haldir having to hurt him or enduring the sick game they had been through just a few days before, he wished to go with Haldir. He had squeezed his hand gently before Haldir stood up to leave. They had made love the night before and that morning, knowing that there were few opportunities for them to do so without having worse prior injuries to deal with. He assured Haldir he would take care of him when he returned and had irritated the guards enough to yell at them and drag Haldir away when he didn’t leave fast enough for their tastes.

Now it was the worst sort of torture, not knowing what was happening to the Elf he loved. Faramir was pacing the room before they even got a few feet from the doorway.

To be taken alone was always what Haldir preferred, especially this time, when he was going to put his plan in motion. At least that way, he knew Faramir was safe, and no matter what they did to him, he knew his lover would be there waiting when he returned to hold him and whisper against his ear, making him forget everything that had just happened.

Today, however, he was determined to present a plan to Dorvane that would make everyone happy… well, almost everyone. It would break Haldir’s heart to carry out his own plan, but it was easier than watching Faramir suffer for and with him day after day with no end in sight.

He was led into the third room on the right – a room he knew well, one that almost assured him that he would leave with welts on his backside and almost every muscle in his body aching and sore. Dorvane was already standing in the middle of the room along with five of his most trusted – and cruel – guards, motioning Haldir to lift his arms up to the mithril bar that hung from the ceiling. Instead of doing as he was told, Haldir met Dorvane’s gaze and actually smiled. “You have won, Dorvane. Before we get started, I would like to speak with you alone… and offer you the one thing you have always wanted.”

Dorvane’s annoyance at the Elf’s daring to even meet his gaze was momentarily overshadowed by his words. the one thing you have always wanted He lifted an eyebrow and looked at the Elf a moment not liking the idea of ‘alone’ with the creature. He’d been told how he had fought to get free to save the Ranger. “And what would that be?”

“You know exactly what that would be.” Haldir took a deep breath and nodded toward the guards. “But this is for your ears alone, Dorvane. Have them restrain my hands if you like, but I will not make a deal in front of them. And believe me… you will want to make this deal.”

Dorvane had started to argue, knowing what the Elf could be capable of even with the submission ring until he said that the guards could restrain him and he smirked. “You’ll be restrained all right, I am not stupid,” he said looking to one of the largest guards to fix Haldir’s hands in the shackles that looped from the bar overhead. Once the guard was finished and they all left the room, he nodded. “If you try to trick me, your Ranger will die, you know that don’t you?”

Haldir kept his face perfectly neutral, though he wanted nothing more than to simply break Dorvane’s neck. Before, they had held Rúmil and Orophin’s lives over him, and now Faramir’s. He wasn’t willing to take any chances, especially now. “I know that, Dorvane, and you know that you found my weakness. You are cruel enough to use my feelings for Faramir against us both, so I am prepared to offer you the one thing you have never had in exchange for his freedom and safety. And I promise you this is no trick. It is a means to an end… and we will both get what we want.”

Dorvane opened his mouth for a moment and then shut it again. He’d wanted the Elf for years wanted him to break, to submit completely to him and had never been able to do that. Now because of some feelings for the Ranger the Elf was willing to do that? His eyes narrowed. “Pardon me if I choose not to believe you… if I let him go… let him just walk away how do I know you will keep your word and submit? There will have to be some guarantees for me… you realize if you do this, it will be worse than with your brothers who merely remember your death. The Ranger will not even know you exist, not even know your name. If you do this the Ranger could go free but will not remember you… will not remember this place so that he can bring others back here to attack.” Dorvane circled the Elf still considering, though he still wasn’t sure that Haldir would stick to the agreement.

“Aye,” Haldir said softly, lowering his eyes as Dorvane walked around him. This ‘deal’ was killing him, but Gods, he had no choice if he wanted Faramir to live… and live without pain. “He will not remember me or this place. In turn, I will do whatever you ask, whenever you ask. I will submit to you in every way possible and when you hurt me, it will be for your pleasure only, not to punish me… for I will not need punishment.” He took another deep breath, feeling sick to his stomach as he said the words he knew would make Dorvane agree. “If you desire it, I will be more than your slave, Dorvane. I will be your… lover, and I will use over 2000 years of experience to bring you pleasure like you have never imagined.”

Haldir’s final words stopped his slow circle and Dorvane looked at the Elf for a long moment. This was what he wanted all along. He wanted the Elf not only for his games but in his own twisted way he’d been infatuated with him, obsessed with the Elf for years now. And it seemed the Elf knew it as well. They both got what they wanted. Haldir’s lover would be free and unharmed. Dorvane would get Haldir. “You know if you break the agreement in any way the Ranger will die… just the same as the agreement you made with Saruman about your brothers?” he asked to confirm, strangely offering Haldir the chance to change his mind and not even sure why he was offering even that consideration.

“I know,” Haldir nodded, meeting Dorvane’s gaze once again and trying not to picture Faramir’s face as he thought about sharing his body and his bed with anyone else. “And you know that I know my brothers have sailed by now, and if I find that Faramir has come to any harm, I will kill you while you sleep, for if he dies, I will have no reason to live anyway. So… you keep your end of the bargain and keep him safe… and I will keep mine.”

Dorvane’s face tightened as Haldir spoke of killing him in his sleep but then nodded. “Then the Ranger will go free and will not be harmed… so long as you uphold your end of the bargain… remember you cannot refuse anything I ask of you,” Dorvane reminded. He wondered if he should offer one last night with the Ranger to the Elf… but he wasn’t sure. A part of him considered simply having the Ranger gone when Haldir left here now… but he needed to contact Saruman in the meantime to make sure his masters magic was firmly in place. And if he wanted the Elf to truly cooperate and really do everything he wanted wouldn’t it be easier to make that happen if he showed some sort of mercy? “Do you have any final request on behalf of the Ranger?”

“Only that he will never be harmed in any way and never remember me or the pain he suffered here,” Haldir reiterated, knowing that as difficult as this was, it was the only way Faramir would ever see the light of day or know happiness ever again. “And… one more night with him before he goes. If you give us that, I will never bring up his name to you again.”

Dorvane looked at him for a moment and nodded. “I will do all of that and grant you one last night… even free of pain. You can return unharmed to your room this once… on one condition,” he said looking up and meeting the Elf’s gaze levelly. “Kiss me, act as if you want me, show me how you will behave after he is gone and I will grant all of this for you.”

Bile rose in Haldir’s throat, but he could do this… no, he would do this for Faramir. He remembered so recently telling his lover that all his kisses belonged to him, and now… he was about to. No. Best not to think anymore. Best to just picture the man he loved so deeply living a full and happy life, much like his beloved brothers were probably doing at this very moment. “Free my hands, then,” he said softly, surprised but pleased that he would return to Faramir for their last night together free of pain. “You know I will not take a chance with his life, and if you want me to kiss you like I mean it, then I will need to move.” When Dorvane hesitated and looked at him suspiciously, Haldir shrugged. “If we are going to share a bed, Dorvane, you will have to trust me eventually.”

Watching the Elf skeptically for a moment, Dorvane finally nodded and reached up to unshackle him. “Remember what happens if you try anything,” he whispered while the metal rings clicked loudly in the room as they were opened. Dorvane had always wanted to kiss Haldir in truth but had never done so in all these years. He had taken everything from the Elf he could but he had never done that. Never taking that over simply abusing and using his body. Perhaps a part of him had always worried the Elf would bite him, despite the consequences or something else entirely worried him about the intimacy of a kiss. Now he knew that Haldir wouldn’t resist him nor risk the Ranger’s life and his desire to kiss the Elf overrode any other worries. He watched Haldir carefully as the Elf rubbed at his wrists.

Haldir didn’t dare look away from Dorvane. If he had to spend a lifetime pretending to want this man, then he needed to start right now. So much depended on it. He reached out and slipped one hand along the firm muscles just beneath Dorvane’s ribs and spread his fingers slowly over his back. Concentrating hard and praying that Faramir would never know of his deceit, the Elf moved forward slowly and licked his lips, stopping only when he was a mere hair’s breadth from Dorvane’s mouth. To anyone who didn’t know him, Dorvane was handsome and dashing. It was only the cruel streak that ran so deeply through him that made those closest to him afraid and distrustful. Giving his little performance everything he had, Haldir’s other hand slipped beneath surprisingly soft dark hair, resting at the base of the man’s neck, long fingers curling lightly as soft Elven lips parted. Haldir brought them lightly down over his ‘lover’s’ mouth. Dorvane’s lips were nowhere as sweet as Faramir’s nor as soft, but Haldir tried to pretend they were. He moved slowly, tentatively, letting Dorvane control the kiss at first, and then remembered that he was supposed to make the man believe he wanted him. He took over the kiss then, deepening it, and exploring Dorvane’s mouth, using every trick he had ever learned to arouse a lover.

It had been years since anyone had actually kissed him of their own accord, though this was part of their bargain, Dorvane at first wasn’t sure what to think when Haldir moved closer. Their bodies touching this way was different than all the times he had taken the Elf over the years, this felt far more intimate. When soft lips pressed against his, Dorvane’s arms seemed to automatically wrapped around Haldir and he pulled him closer, at first controlling the kiss as the Elf yielded to him but then suddenly he was being kissed back… deeply. It almost startled him the way that the Elf kissed him, as if he truly did want him. Dorvane was breathing hard and obviously aroused by the time they parted, and he tried to quickly mask the surprise he had felt. “And that… that is the way you will kiss me from now on,” he stated as dark eyes looked into bright blue ones.

Holding his gaze, Haldir nodded. “Aye. That is the way I will kiss you from now on,” he agreed. “If you will allow me to be your lover, Dorvane, instead of your slave, I will bring you pleasures only the Elves have learned of and can share.” He was dying inside, wishing only for his beloved Ranger, but not one trace of his heartbreak showed on his face, not one thing that could be used to hurt Faramir. “Will you still give me to your guards, or keep me for yourself?” he asked, forcing himself to stay close to Dorvane, and willing his fingers to caress the flushed skin beneath his hands to prove to both Dorvane and to himself that he could – and would – be the perfect lover and would honor their bargain for as long as he lived.

Dorvane almost shuddered as Haldir’s finger moved down his chest that way and he shook his head slowly. His heart leapt triumphantly, Haldir would be his and his alone. “You will belong to me and me alone, no other will ever take you but me. Do not believe that all of the games will stop but you will be tended to afterwards. You will serve me and you will live in my quarters… but I may ask you to do things with others from time to time… I enjoy watching you but you will never be taken by them… only by me,” he said firmly. No one else was to ever touch Haldir after today, he was to be truly his now. Something he’d wanted for years. Dorvane had to fight back the smirk that wished to escape at the thought of finally, finally finding a way to get what he wanted for so long.

Thankful for this one mercy, Haldir nodded and ran the flat of his hand over Dorvane’s nipple. “Then give me this night, Dorvane, and as of tomorrow, I will be your lover in every way imaginable.” Gods, he hated the sound of his voice, of his words, but it was something he would have to get used to. With his connections to Saruman, Dorvane would always be able to find Faramir, and so his performance must be good… and permanent.

Reacting to the sound of Haldir’s voice and the feel of his hand moving against him, Dorvane nodded slowly. “Then you will have tonight, in the morning the Ranger will be gone before you wake and you will then move to my chambers. You may even learn to truly enjoy it there. I am no fool. I know you are doing this for your Ranger… but you may one day enjoy being with me,” the man said as he finally stepped back from the Elf, his body showing just how much he wanted the creature. “Go to him now… make your own memories for his will be gone by morning… and do not ever say I did not do anything kind for you.”

A small, sad smile touched Haldir’s lips as he headed toward the door. He would never learn to enjoy sharing with Dorvane what he only wished to share with Faramir, but at least he could learn to tolerate it. He stopped, turned and nodded toward the man he had spent the last 8 years hating and would spend the next few decades pretending to care for. “Thank you, Dorvane, for your kindness. I will not disappoint you.” With that, he was gone, ignoring the shocked look on the guards faces as he made his way unfettered back down the hallway toward the rooms he shared with Faramir.

Faramir was nearly mad with worry when the door opened and he stood gaping at his lover as he entered. There was no blood, no guards, no limping… he was… fine. “Oh Gods, I was so worried,” he blurted out as he rushed to Haldir and wrapped his arms around him. “You are all right? They… they did not hurt you?”

“No, they had a change of plans and did not even touch me.” Haldir hugged Faramir tightly against him for a moment, and then gently released him, for the first time avoiding his basest desire to kiss him. “I need to bathe though,” he said, regretfully disentangling himself from his lover. “I will only be a moment, but I feel filthy.” He headed toward the bath that Faramir had thoughtfully already drawn, anticipating having to help Haldir clean himself when he returned. Before he got halfway to the tub however, he stopped, studied Faramir’s dear face for a moment and smiled. “I love you, Faramir. You know that, don’t you?”

Faramir was surprised but grateful that Haldir had not been harmed. Perhaps Dorvane had been called away by Saruman for something. At any rate he was glad that Haldir wasn’t in any pain. He saw some marks on his wrists, just light red ones so they’d apparently shackled him but gotten no further. He smiled when Haldir spoke and he nodded. “Of course I do and I love you,” he said as he crossed the room to the tub. “Here… let me wash your back. I was so worried, I feared you would be punished worse after what happened a few days ago,” he said as he sat on a stool next to the tub.

Haldir stopped and rinsed his mouth out with the strong tea several times, wanting to erase the taste of Dorvane’s kiss from his lips and his memory, then turned and stepped in the tub. “Nay, he did not punish me for that,” he said softly, tucking the hair back behind both of his lover’s ears and gently letting his thumbs run over Faramir’s cheeks. “Why don’t you wash my back while you’re in the tub with me? I… I’m tired and just want to feel you close, guren.”

Faramir smiled feeling relieved when Haldir said he hadn’t been punished, obviously he could see that but hearing it made Faramir relax even more. He stood then and crawled into the tub, not needing a second request to be close to Haldir, especially after having been so worried. Once he was settled in the warm water, Faramir reached out for the soap and a soft cloth. “I am so glad you are all right… I was so worried, love. I imagined all of these absolutely horrible things and now I’m so glad to see you unhurt it is almost overwhelming,” he whispered pressing a soft kiss to Haldir’s shoulder.

Closing his eyes, Haldir sighed and rested back against his lover, taking both of Faramir’s arms and wrapping around his chest, ignoring the soap and cloth for the moment. He was glad Faramir couldn’t see his face right then, because his eyes were filled with tears he knew he must hide, and his face was pale and miserable at the thoughts of never seeing this incredible man he’d fallen so deeply in love with again. Turning his head to the side, he pressed his lips against Faramir and kissed him, softly at first, then with a growing, almost desperate need, trying to deny that this would be their last time together, but knowing it was true. Gods, Faramir, how am I possibly going to survive without you? How am I going to let Dorvane take me night after night when all I can think of is you?

Faramir was taken off guard by Haldir’s kiss, it seemed desperate and needy, and though he thoroughly enjoyed it, it was surprising all the same. Perhaps it was because they were given yet another reprieve. Things might change tomorrow, they could both be beaten, raped or tortured again but tonight they were both free of pain and could love one another without worry. Twisting a little in the tub, Faramir pressed his growing arousal against Haldir’s hip, letting him know what his incredible kiss was doing to him.

Haldir finally turned in the tub, splashing quite a bit of water onto the floor around them, and pulled Faramir into his lap. He’d schooled his features to hide his sorrow, or at least, he hoped he had, and let his hands run over his lover’s back and sides, doing his best to memorize absolutely every inch of him. “Why don’t we worry about my back later?” he asked, putting the soap and washcloth away. One hand moved between them he ran his index finger over Faramir’s opening, which was still stretched from earlier that morning. “You’re still ready from this morning, and Gods, I need you, love.” His voice almost broke, but he hid the fact by burying his face against Faramir’s neck and nibbling on his skin, muffling his words anyway.

Feeling his body shifted by powerful arms, Faramir straddled his lover, feeling the heat of his body against his own skin. He gasped when Haldir’s fingers touched him and couldn’t help rocking back against the probing digits. “I need you too,” he whispered, gasping as Haldir’s mouth worked at a sensitive spot on his neck. His own hand trailed down and wrapped around his lover’s sex trapped between them, squeezing gently as he stroked slowly. They did not get many opportunities to be with each other this way… completely free of pain. “Make love to me… pretend that we are far from here in our own home we share,” he whispered a dream they often shared.

Reaching beside them for the small vial of bath oil they were allowed, Haldir slicked his fingers and inserted one, then two fingers deep inside his lover, moaning as Faramir stroked him. Dorvane had seemed so entranced by his offer, and his kiss, that he felt certain the submission ring would not be used on either one of them tonight so he let go of the one worry he always had of being in the middle of making love with Faramir and feeling the intense, burning pain of the ring being turned up suddenly. His fingers curled and found his lover’s sweet spot, rubbing it relentlessly as he shifted his hips, lightly thrusting up into Faramir’s knowing grasp. “In our own home,” he agreed, pressing his lips against warm, sweet skin. “Free, and happy and with no one watching or caring what we do, or when we do it…”

Faramir’s moan joined Haldir’s as they moved together and he thought for a moment that right now he and Haldir felt free if just for tonight. One hand continued to stroke his lover as the other rose to grip Haldir’s shoulder for balance. His head fell back as he closed his eyes and rocked his hips. It was incredible to feel Haldir touching him and be completely free of any pain at all, no pain from being beaten or taken roughly… no sore muscles from being tied up, no rawness to burn in the water. It truly was as if they were away from this horrid place in a place of their own. “Oh Gods, love… please hurry, I need to feel you inside me,” he whispered brokenly as his body continued to move against Haldir’s.

Haldir kept working his fingers deep inside his lover as he reached for the oil once again and slicked his shaft as well as he could in the water. Cupping each globe of Faramir’s backside in one hand, the Elf pulled them wide apart and guided Faramir’s body until it was poised just over his erection. He brushed the swollen head over puckered skin a few times, lined himself up, then wrapped both arms around his lover, kissing him deeply once again as he guided him down over the stiff flesh, sheathing himself slowly and carefully; letting his hands and mouth and body show Faramir just how much he meant to him, treating him as if he were the most precious, most treasured gift on all of Arda – which is exactly how Haldir saw him.

Almost dizzy with need, Faramir hardly realized his hips were rocking against Haldir’s fingers driving them deeper until his lover drew away to slick himself and then lift Faramir’s body. He gasped, as his body was breeched with the slick heat of his lover, taking him in slowly his mouth was captured in a deep breath-stealing kiss. It was almost overpowering the way that Haldir was holding him and kissing him, as if they were never going to be together again which was ridiculous but then again they never knew when Dorvane and the others would hurt them so badly they couldn’t share this physical connection. After a long moment, his body adjusted to his lover’s and Faramir broke away from the kiss breathing heavily. “Gods,” he whispered and rocked his hips slowly. “You feel so perfect inside me.”

But you will not remember that tomorrow. Haldir blinked back his tears and concentrated on this moment, when the man he loved was wrapped around him, giving of himself completely, loved and being loved, saying goodbye in the most loving way possible, though he had no idea he was doing so. Long Elven fingers spread wide and kneaded Faramir’s backside, lifting him easily until the flesh buried inside him was almost free, then guiding him back down again, an endless dance of love and devotion that Haldir would remember for the rest of his immortal life. He reached between them, locking his fingers just below Faramir’s submission ring and tugged lightly on the swollen flesh. “Ride me guren… take as long as you can, and let me watch you come.”

Faramir could not see the pain in Haldir’s eyes because his own eyes were closed but he could feel the need in his lover. He was almost overwhelmed by the feeling of being made love to this way, his hands gripped his lover’s shoulders, his fingers flexing against strong muscles as he rocked in his lap. Each movement seemed to drive the hard shaft deeper inside him, his body opening to his lover more and more as they moved. A low moan was dragged from him as Haldir’s hand wrapped around him and he felt his heart trip in his chest as Haldir spoke. His eyes opened then and locked with brilliant blue which were dark with lust and sparkling with something that Faramir couldn’t comprehend. “I love you,” he murmured breathlessly as he continued to move, his body driving him toward completion even though he wanted this to last, so he concentrated on holding on as long as he could as he moved.

The Ring of Submission had its uses if one knew how to take advantage of them. Release was more difficult to achieve with the ring so tightly fastened around Faramir’s genitals, but the flushed skin was more full and more sensitive to any little touch as well. Haldir moved slowly, meeting Faramir thrust for thrust, letting the tip of his arousal brush over his lover’s sweet spot as his hand continued to massage and tease the swollen cock and balls that rested against his palm. His free hand kept Faramir close, kissing, nibbling on warm skin when they had to pull away for air, marking his shoulders, clavicles, neck, desperate for some way, if it was only temporary, to make sure that at least subconsciously, Faramir might know that he was loved, though his mind would never remember it. “I love you,” he whispered as they continued their sensual dance. He bit back his tears, knowing that Faramir would understand what he was saying on one level, but that his words held a whole other meaning on another. “When we have our own little home, and grow old together, when we dance and walk and make love and curl around each other while we sleep. Always know that, and never let any doubt fill your heart.”

“Never, love… never any doubts,” Faramir whispered not knowing what lay ahead for him in the morning. He moved at a sensual pace, rolling his hips as they moved together, his muscles clenching and releasing around his lover’s length buried inside him. He could feel his release building but the ring around him and Haldir’s hand held him back, just on the edge, dragging the moment out and driving the breath from him with each incredibly deep thrust that brushed solidly against that perfect spot inside him. “So close,” he whispered shakily as his lips found Haldir’s again sucking on his tongue as they moved.

The kiss deepened and Haldir too, was close to loosing all control. One hand rested on the small of his lover’s back, holding him steady, as Haldir himself began to thrust up, harder and deeper with every passing moment. His other hand began stroking Faramir’s length, the thumb running over the head to gather the slick fluid that seeped out, slicking his skin even in the now tepid water, so that Faramir’s shaft felt as firmly surrounded by clenching, velvety muscles as Haldir’s did. With one final deep thrust, Haldir aimed and squarely hit that small bundle of nerves buried deep inside his lover, and cried out, the sound lost in the sweetness of the mouth sealed over his, the only mouth and lips – and the only man – he ever wanted to kiss again.

When Haldir began to thrust hard and faster with him, Faramir felt his muscles tense his entire body on the very edge of losing control as they moved. The feeling of Haldir’s hand firmly wrapped around him, sliding along his shaft with each shift of his hips made the man tremble and when his lover thrust up into him, slamming into his prostate, Faramir screamed against his lips. It was as if his entire body drew tight for a moment and then shattered into a million tiny pieces as he came hard, his vision dimming and his body still moving, milking every single moment of pleasure he could from his lover. Gods, it had felt as if they were one and somehow more special than any other time they had made love before. His body was warm and shuddering as he drew away from the deep kiss, his forehead resting on a strong shoulder as he tried to calm his breathing. His muscles were still clenched tight around his lover, almost as if even that way, he didn’t wish to let him go.

They came together, muscles milking swollen shafts, bodies tensing, shaking, then finding their release as one being, and for those precious, perfect moments, they were as close as two beings could be, both physically and spiritually. Haldir wondered how it was possible Faramir could be made to forget this moment, but, given Saruman’s power, he knew it was possible. As the last of his seed was released deep inside Faramir’s body, Haldir simply held on to him, shivering slightly, murmuring sweet, soft words against his skin, saying goodbye without really saying the words. When he pulled away, he avoided Faramir’s eyes, by simply closing his own and rested his head against his lover’s shoulder. “Let’s not sleep tonight, guren,” he whispered. “Let’s make love and talk and dream about our lives outside of this place, and let me just…” He stopped, forced himself to smile and made an effort to keep his voice steady. “Let me just look at you.”

Sitting back slightly, Faramir looked at Haldir’s face, his eyes were closed but his cheeks were flushed deeply and his lips were swollen and full, his hair was in disarray and Faramir felt a tingle of pride inside him that he was the reason Haldir looked so satisfied. “That sounds wonderful… we should use every opportunity we have to be together like this because we never know when we won’t be able to,” he whispered echoing his earlier thoughts. Instead of pulling away though, Faramir simply relaxed against Haldir for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of still being connected physically. Soon though he felt his lover’s softening sex slide from inside him and he sighed contentedly. “Come on… we can dry one another and curl up in front of the fire for a while,” he said as he finally began to realize how cool the water had become.

?? We never know when we won’t be able to ?? The words made Haldir’s heart ache even worse than before, because he did know. After tonight, they would never make love again, would never even see each other again, and would never know what became of the other. Swallowing back his sorrow, he stood, holding Faramir against him, and encouraged his lover to wrap both legs around his waist. Stepping easily from the tub, he grabbed a towel and carried it with them to the fireplace, not giving a second thought to the wet floor or the mess they’d left behind. Let the guards clean up this room. After tonight, neither he nor Faramir would ever see it.

A moment later, he sat down on the thick fur rug, keeping Faramir close to the fire so he wouldn’t get chilled, and dried his back and shoulders, which were already getting warm from the flames. “Gods, you are more beautiful than even the first-born,” he whispered, unable to keep from smiling at the look on Faramir’s dear face. “Every moment of these last eight years is all worth it, every time you look at me like that, with those sparkling eyes and that wicked little smile that tells me you know you have me wrapped around your little finger.”

Haldir seemed so serious tonight as he stood and Faramir automatically held onto him, somehow just knowing that Haldir wanted him as close as possible for some reason. Watery footprints trailed across the floor to the hearth but Faramir didn’t notice, instead he rested his head against Haldir’s shoulder and smiled in contentment. This is what their life should be… not fearing when the guards would come. He shivered only a little at the contrast of his cool skin to the warm flames before them and soon warmed up completely as Haldir began to dry him. “I am not beautiful… you are… I am just an average man, love,” Faramir said softly. “You though… you take my breath away,” he whispered shaking his head and lifting Haldir’s hand to kiss it sweetly.

Enjoying the feel of skin on skin, Haldir rested his hand on Faramir’s face after he kissed it and narrowed his eyes. “You argue too much,” he stated firmly. “And there is nothing average about you.” As he spoke, he slipped his arms behind his lover’s back and leaned forward, lovingly placing Faramir on the rug and lying over top of him. “If you take it back…” He began kissing his way down Faramir’s body, stopping only when he reached his now softened sex. “I might just reward you…” Carefully, he licked around the submission ring, slipping his lover’s balls inside his mouth and sucking gently as he rolled them around on his tongue, the wet muscle slipping over and around them as he moved. Then he pulled away, though he let his tongue dip down just a bit to lick teasingly at Faramir’s opening.

Faramir laughed softly and shook his head as Haldir accused him of ‘arguing.’ He didn’t protest at all as he was laid back on the rug and felt Haldir’s body move against his own. His heart jumped as soft lips traveled downward and he found himself watching his lover. “Reward me?” he questioned and then moaned softly as his lover teased him with his mouth. “Oh Gods… take it back? I… I guess I am not just average then? After all… how could I be average when someone so incredible loves me?” Faramir was barely able to finish his sentence when Haldir’s tongue moved against him and he found himself squirming under his lover as his body began to react.

Haldir smiled and slowly pushed his tongue inside his lover’s body, followed by two of his fingers as he gathered his own seed to slick himself. He pulled his hand away, but kept pushing his tongue in and out of the small opening as he twisted his arm and quickly prepared himself. “That’s better,” he managed, as he pulled away and licked over Faramir’s entrance from end to end, then over his already reawakening cock, smiling when long legs automatically spread wider for him. “Now say that you agree with me… that you are beautiful.” His tongue pushed inside the small opening again, deeper this time, as he panted, knowing that with one look Faramir would see that he was stretching himself. “Tell me you are beautiful, love…”

Faramir moaned low in his throat as Haldir’s tongue pressed inside of him, no one had ever done such a thing before and it made him feel even more loved somehow. It was just so very intimate. His legs moved on their own it seemed, opening himself wider and wider to his lover as his sex began to fill and harden once again. He looked at Haldir oddly when he said to tell him that he believed that he, himself was beautiful. Perhaps in Haldir’s eyes he was but Faramir had never considered himself more than average. He started to protest but then caught sight of what Haldir was doing, his words dying on his lips as he stared at his lover for a moment. “I must be beautiful because you want me,” he whispered not entirely saying exactly what Haldir had asked. He felt strange thinking of himself that way but soon he was so caught up in what Haldir was doing that the words fell from his lips easily.

Smiling even as he continued his ministrations, Haldir couldn’t help but be amused at how his lover had side-stepped his little request. “Gods, yes, I want you,” he whispered as he moved back up, then slipped his arms beneath Faramir and rolled them both over so that Faramir was now on top. His legs parted and he reached one arm back around to slide almost lazily back into his lover’s passage. His fingers moved slowly, carefully, as he looked up into blue eyes he would never forget and tilted his hips. “Take me, meleth,” he whispered, still moving two, then three fingers in and out of the still tight passage, fanning them out when they were deep inside to flick lightly over Faramir’s prostate.

Faramir found himself on top of Haldir, his hips moving against his lover as the fingers inside continued to drive his need even higher. He was trembling by the time Haldir whispered to him to take him. Slowly, he moved forward, nudging against his lover’s entrance until just the head of his shaft slipped inside. He held still for a moment as muscles clenched around him and then slowly began to sink forward, all the while feeling his own muscles clench around the fingers buried inside him. Leaning his weight on his arms, Faramir stared down into Haldir’s eyes as he filled him completely, sinking forward until his balls rested against his lover’s backside. “Oh Gods, love,” he whispered as muscles tightened and released around him.

Somehow, for the moment at least, Haldir managed to forget everything but the pleasure in Faramir’s eyes and the sensation of being filled so completely. There was nothing and no one on Arda but the two of them, and he continued both taking and being taken, to love and be loved. Just as before, their lovemaking was slow and sweet, but in the back of his mind, he wanted to drive Faramir mad with desire; wanted to feel him even after he was long gone from this place; to be sore and smile at that soreness every time he sat down, or moved, or had to give a part of himself that he should never have been forced to give. His fingers spread further and moved faster, deeper, harder, as he coaxed Faramir to do the same, and he leaned up to kiss soft, already swollen lips that he was completely addicted to.

Faramir seemed to lose himself in his lover as long fingers moved inside him while he continued to thrust deep inside the clenching passage. Haldir seemed to be driving him to go faster, coaxing him to take him harder than he’d ever done so before except when under the influence of Saruman’s drug. Faramir was helpless to stop himself this time either it seemed, his hips moved faster and faster as he thrust deeper into his lover, each deep thrust seeming to draw a low moan from him against perfect lips. He arched his back even more and reached between them to wrap his hand around Haldir’s shaft trapped between them, his grip firm as he began to stroke him at the same pace their bodies were moving.

Haldir’s back arched up off the rug and he spread himself impossibly wider, opening himself completely to the man he loved and had no second thoughts about giving up his life for. As Faramir thrust even deeper, the Elf continued working his fingers, thankful that at least for now, neither of them was hurt or sore from anything anyone else had done to them recently. The hand on this aching length moved in perfect time with the deep thrusts that seemed to touch his very core and man and Elf moved together in perfect synchronicity. His free hand held on to Faramir’s backside, pushing and relaxing in time with each thrust and he cried out his lover’s name as he spilled hard between them, the delicious soreness from their lovemaking already setting in… and the night was still young.

Faramir couldn’t have slowed his pace or stopped himself if he tried; he was just so caught up in the moment, in the feeling of love and need coursing through him. Haldir seemed to want him more than he’d ever wanted him before and it was quickly driving him to the edge. When he heard his name called out that way, heat spiked through Faramir’s entire body and just as he thrust deep one last time he felt Haldir’s fingers inside him press hard against his prostate and Faramir cried out loudly, his head thrown back as his entire body went rigid as he spilled hot and slick inside his lover.

Slowly, Haldir pulled his fingers from inside his lover and wrapped both arms around him, panting for air, but unwilling to let Faramir off him just yet. He held on tightly, wishing he never had to let go and buried his face in soft, dark hair. “There is so much I wish I could share with you,” he whispered, and then realized that Faramir might question that. He hated lying, hated himself for speaking of dreams he knew would never come true, but couldn’t bear the thought of worrying his lover. “When we leave this place, and have our own, I will show you everything… and I imagine I can learn a lot from you too.” He smiled, then kissed Faramir’s temple, still not looking at him. “If we were free right now, would you marry me, Faramir? In front of Gondor and Lórien, would you take my hand and promise me forever?”

Faramir was startled by how fiercely Haldir held him, as if he was afraid he might simply disappear, though he sank into the embrace anyway. His brow furrowed when Haldir first spoke but when he went on, Faramir felt his heart almost leap from his chest. He drew back slowly, searching Haldir’s eyes and confused by the emotions he saw there. “I would,” he said softly. “I would marry you and promise you forever, pledge my heart and my life and my soul to be yours, Haldir. I will… when we are free of this place we will be married if you still want that then,” he whispered.

Haldir felt like laughing and crying both at once, though the most he could manage was a smile at the moment. “I will want that,” he whispered. “I promise you, guren, I will want that.” His hands moved over now sweat-damp skin and he couldn’t seem to stop touching his lover. “Tell me who you will invite to our wedding, and what you will wear, and what you would like me to wear… and tell me what vows you will write…”

Faramir laughed softly as Haldir smiled at him and asked all about their wedding that he dearly hoped to one day have if and when they managed to escape. “It will be a beautiful clear day, we’ll invite everyone we care about to share the day with us…” he began telling Haldir as he moved to lie beside him on the soft rug and curled his body around his lover’s.

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