Faramir Fiction Archive

Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 12

True to his word, Dorvane made sure that Faramir was gone in the morning. He awoke dressed in his clothes that he was taken in months ago, left in the woods, with no marks, no scars, no memories of what had taken place over the months and no memory of Haldir. He awoke on the hard damp ground strewn with pine needles. Where was he? What happened? The last thing he remembered were two of his men being ambushed but everything after that was a blank. He had a sense that he’d been captured by someone but he couldn’t recall who or what had happened.

Faramir sat up slowly, his body not aching or sore after having spent the night on the cold hard ground as he obviously had. He rubbed his head and looked around and then heard the sound of something moving in the forest. He drew his sword and hid behind an outcropping of rocks, unsure if it were friend or foe.

Within moments the figure stopped moving, dismounted from their horse and stepped into the small clearing where Faramir had been asleep. They could easily see a man had lain there and then they looked up and Faramir gasped. “Boromir?” he asked as he stepped out from his hiding place.

The other man recognized the voice immediately, certain he was only hearing things though, Boromir spun around to face his brother who had been lost for almost three months now. “By the Valar, Faramir we feared you were dead!” he said grabbing his brother and hugging him tightly as tears blurred his eyes. “Gods, you look as if you just stepped out of the citadel not… not lost in the woods for so long.”

Faramir returned the excited hug, but found himself confused. “Lost? Lost in the woods, Boromir I have not been lost in the woods since I was a child.”

“Captured then… what happened, how did you escape?” Boromir asked correcting himself and unable to stop hugging his brother or running his hands over his arms and shoulders as if needing to touch him to make sure he was real.

“Captured? I… I have a sense that I was captured but… but I don’t remember by who or… or what happened. I guess I didn’t have the information they wanted and they let me go… I do not remember anything else. But what do you mean by so long? It was only a day wasn’t it?”

“A day? Faramir I have been searching for you for nearly three months now. Well… after the first three weeks I… I didn’t give up but I had lost hope and had to focus my time on other things, though I always asked about you whenever we captured anyone or came into any villages,” Boromir explained. “I never really stopped looking I just had to try to go on… Gods I can’t believe you are alive. I feared at some point I would find your body, I refused to believe you were dead though until I found proof of it… Father… Gods, he will be pleased you are alive. He has… he has felt badly for the last argument the two of you had because he thought you dead.”

“He always thinks the worst of everything. Gods, I… was gone for almost three months? I remember none of it, Boromir I remember nothing but the night I was captured… I don’t even know where I am now,” Faramir said feeling decidedly uncomfortable and confused and feeling a sense of loss. Something lost but more than just mere memories.

Boromir stared at his brother for a moment and nodded as his voice rose with worry. “You are safe now, that is where you are. You are in Gondor and safe and with me… and Gods, I cannot believe it. Lets get you home, perhaps your memories will return in time and you can tell us what happened. I am so glad to see you, I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered brushing a kiss against his brother’s forehead and wiping a tear away from his eyes.

“I… I wish I remembered what happened…” Faramir said, as he walked after his brother not sure how to react to Boromir’s tears for the first time in his life. He frowned as he climbed on his horse in front of his brother for the ride back to the city. He felt as if there was something important he should be remembering but of course had no idea what it was.

Haldir didn’t say a word as the guards came for Faramir the next morning. They’d come with the clothes he’d been captured in, and Haldir had asked only that he be allowed to dress him, and have one final moment alone. The guards had granted him that, knowing now that Haldir’s status had changed greatly at least as far as Dorvane was concerned.

Faramir’s body was bathed in tears as Haldir dressed him, careful not to let him wake. Just before he laced the top of his tunic, the Elf placed a single kiss over his lover’s heart. “I wish we could have made love in the moonlight,” he whispered. “I know you will never remember me, but here, in your heart of hearts, you will always know, guren, that you are loved.” With that, he wiped away the last of his tears and lovingly handed his still sleeping lover over to the one guard who had treated him kindly at the worst of times. When they were out of sight, he was lead to Dorvane’s room, where he was told to bathe and wait naked on the bed for his new lover.

Haldir did as he was told; his heart aching and his eyes still red with tears as he bathed. Finally, he realized that he had a part to play… and if Dorvane saw the tears, or found him lacking in any way, then Faramir would pay with his life. He cleaned his face with cold water, took a deep breath, and closed off a part of his heart he never intended to open again. When Dorvane entered his chambers, Haldir was in bed, lying on his side, smiling invitingly at his new master. “I wondered how long I would have to wait,” he said softly. “I am here, cleaned and ready, just as you requested.”

Dorvane had made arrangements with Saruman to cast the spell, as Faramir slept in the early morning hours, though Haldir had been careful not to wake the man, nothing short of a heard of Oliphants would have. The spell would insure the man would remember nothing when he awoke later in the woods.

And true to his word, Dorvane made sure a guard had stayed behind, watching from the trees until Saruman’s ‘suggestion’ to his sleeping brother’s mind to travel that part of the forest had taken root. He had held up his end of the bargain beyond what was really necessary but knew that for the Elf seeing the honesty in Dorvane’s eyes about the man would insure his loyalty to a degree.

Running his hands through long straight dark hair, Dorvane smiled as he gazed at Haldir in the center of his bed. He’d always admired the Elf’s body, obsessed over it in the quiet hours of the night. “You look perfect on my bed,” he answered as he crossed the room and began unfastening his tunic.

Feeling sick to his stomach, but keeping his eyes dark and his smile seductive, Haldir moved slowly across the bed and sat up on his knees at the edge, just before Dorvane. He masked his hatred well, and knew that after this night, he wouldn’t be fit to let Faramir touch him even if they did somehow find one another again. After tonight, he knew he would well and truly be Dorvane’s whore. “Let me,” he whispered, somehow managing to keep his hands steady as he gently moved Dorvane’s aside and finished unfastening Dorvane’s tunic. “Besides, I think I would look more perfect on your bed if I weren’t on it alone.” As he spoke, he let his fingers wander to the black leather wristbands Dorvane had worn since the first time he’d seen him. He’d always wondered what they were for, if they were just decoration or if they hid some scar or held some special meaning. Turning both wrists over, he tried to see how they were fastened, but they looked almost as if they were a part of his skin, rather than simple bands.

Dorvane paused as Haldir crawled across the bed smiling at him in a way that he hadn’t known the Elf was capable of. He swallowed hard and stood before him, allowing long slender fingers to finish unfastening the black tunic he wore. “And I think you would look even more perfect riding me,” Dorvane whispered letting his hand move up to touch Haldir’s hair. In the past he’d used it to control him, twisting the golden locks in his hand to pull his head back or down but now he simply let his hand move through his hair. When his hand dropped away again and Haldir’s fingers moved down his arm to his wrist, Dorvane felt his breath catch in his chest. When the Elf captured both hands and turned his hands over to see how the bands were fastened, Dorvane pulled away. “They were placed there by Saruman and… cannot be removed,” he said firmly not wishing to explain anything more, he reached out and caressed Haldir’s shoulders softly and changed the subject. “By the Valar, you are beautiful. I have always thought that, I think you have always known that have you not?”

Haldir let his hands run over Dorvane’s broad chest and looked up to meet his gaze. He was curious about the bands, wondering why Saruman would mark anyone – especially someone as cruel and cold as Dorvane in such a manner, but thought it best not to ask. His position, while elevated somewhat, was still a slave, and he couldn’t afford to anger Dorvane or push him to speak of things he obviously wished to avoid. Instead, he concentrated on the conversation at hand. “I had thought it,” he confessed, pressing his palms over his ‘lover’s’ nipples and scratching them lightly with his fingernails. “But you always took such pleasure in marking my face, or letting your guards beat me until I thought surely I would be nothing but a mass of scars, so I was never certain.” He slowly and sensuously pushed the tunic from Dorvane’s shoulders leaning up so that his breath ghosted over the man’s ear. “Do you always hurt what you think beautiful?”

Dorvane felt the scratch of Haldir’s fingernails go straight to his sex and bit back a gasp of pleasure. “I never thought you would ever accept me… but you know you would never have had scars. Saruman’s magic assured me of that…” He paused as Haldir whispered against his ear and drew back to look at him seriously. “I hurt you most when you fought me… you are very stubborn.” His hands moved down from Haldir’s hair to his shoulders and smoothed down over his skin slowly as he gazed into deep blue eyes.

Haldir, now using his body and not his heart, smiled and leaned back into the surprisingly gentle touch. “Part of what attracted you was my stubbornness, was it not, Dorvane?” His fingers curled just under the waistband of Dorvane’s breeches and tugged lightly, long fingers making quick work of the lacings he found there, but he didn’t push them down just yet. Instead, he lifted one hand and, mimicking Dorvane’s movements, gathered long, dark hair around his palm, like the man had done to him so many times to control him… yet he let go at once, surprised at how clean and soft it felt. It was nothing like Faramir’s of course, but… ??No. Forget him as he has been made to forget you. You are Dorvane’s whore now, and you must act like it. ?? “Had I broken that first day, or even that first year, would you still have wanted me? Or do you prefer someone like you – strong, stubborn… and patient?”

Dorvane was surprised at how easy the Elf was being with him, his hands moving against his skin as if he truly wanted him (just as he had promised). His eyes narrowed when a hand wrapped in his hair that way, something that he’d done to Haldir thousands of times over the past eight years but the Elf didn’t pull or twist, simply let the hair fall from his hand easily. He licked his lips and shook his head. “No, likely I would not have… at first I could not stand you at all but… soon enough you grew on me I must admit… though I know I never made it easy on you. You didn’t seem to want things to be easy,” he paused then, not wishing to bring up the other man though the next words would have been ‘until Faramir came.’ Instead of going on, Dorvane leaned down and captured Haldir’s lips, the kiss they’d shared the day before something he hadn’t been able to get off his mind since.

Though his heart was not in the kiss, no one but Faramir would have ever sensed that something was missing. Haldir’s lips parted and his arms wound around Dorvane’s body. His eyes closed, long lashes brushing over the curve of his cheek and he let Dorvane explore every crevice of his mouth, knowing he would even taste the small mints he had taken the time to eat after his bath. At all costs, Dorvane must be kept happy, and Haldir intended to do everything in his power to keep him that way. His hand rested at the back of Dorvane’s neck, a neck he could easily have snapped without a second thought, but instead, his fingertips gently worked the stiff muscles and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, moaning softly as he felt Dorvane’s erection pressing against his thigh. With his own heart shut away so securely, it was easy enough for Haldir to let himself grow aroused, and he turned slightly, so that Dorvane could feel his reaction to the kiss as well.

Still unable to believe the Elf was truly kissing him back this way, Dorvane found himself caught up in it, his tongue exploring every inch of Haldir’s mouth, pleased with the way the Elf reacted. His hands wound into golden hair as he controlled the kiss; tipping Haldir’s head back even further and feasting on his lips. He’d not shared this sort of intimacy with anyone but the Elf in years but he opened himself to it, because Haldir was the one person who could never hurt him. He knew he wasn’t loved by the Elf and though he was nearly obsessed with the creature, he thought that he could control that obsession. When he heard and felt the soft moan and then felt the evidence of Haldir’s arousal without the use of the submission ring, Dorvane pulled away from the kiss and stared into lust darkened eyes. “Tell me you want me.”

I would want Sauron himself if it would keep Faramir safe. The thought raced through Haldir’s mind, but not even a glimmer of it could be seen in his eyes. He met Dorvane’s gaze squarely, breathing heavily as his hands rested on the slim hips of the man who had taken him without words or kisses for the last eight years and now, oddly enough, wanted both. “I want you, Dorvane,” he said softly, reaching for the man’s free hand and pressing it against his own hard flesh. “There is proof enough of that.”

Dorvane watched Haldir’s eyes closely as the Elf spoke, believing him as he spoke and nodded. Growing impatient, he pushed his breeches down and stepped out of his boots. He leaned down and kissed Haldir again, pulling him to the edge of the bed and against his now naked body. “I want you to ride me,” he whispered against Haldir’s throat as he sucked at the pale skin. He had thought about it since the night before, what he wanted Haldir to do tonight. Dorvane had considered several scenarios but the one that kept coming to him was this… Haldir giving to him in a way that was truly like a lover… facing him, having no choice but to face him. “And I want your eyes to remain open… I want you to see that it is me you are with and no other.”

Haldir tilted his head back and closed his eyes, thinking about nothing but the lips on his skin and the hands touching him so possessively. He pulled Dorvane up onto the bed, capturing his lips again in another kiss as one hand slid between them and wrapped around his lover’s straining flesh, tugging lightly. “I will ride you,” he murmured, rolling them over until he was laying on top of Dorvane and looking down at him, his hips shifting so that their arousals ground against one another’s, the only thing between them the tight gold ring around his sex. He reached beside them on the nightstand and dipping his fingers in the jar of oil sitting there and slowly began to slick Dorvane’s rather substantial cock. “Do you want me like this, or shall I prepare myself first?”

Pleased by the way that Haldir was giving himself over to him, Dorvane’s hands continued to move over smooth perfect skin even as the Elf rolled on top of him. His hips shifted to meet his lover’s and he licked his lips as he lay back on the bed and regarded the Elf. “Prepare yourself… I did promise that this between us would be different than all the times before… and it will. As long as you obey me, as long as you follow my rules, you will never be hurt or punished unless it is part of a game and then I will have explained it fully to you beforehand. You will belong to me in every way, Haldir but it will be mostly as a lover only sometimes a slave,” he said carefully reiterating what they spoke of during their agreement the day before.

Surprised that Dorvane didn’t want to see him in pain, Haldir nodded and leaned down to lick at his neck. He couldn’t think of what this man had almost done to Faramir only a few days before; couldn’t think of all the times he’d hurt them both. He had been broken, and broken Elves lived in the present, not in the past. “Aye, Dorvane,” he whispered, dipping his fingers in the oil again and sliding off his lover to lay on his side, knowing Dorvane would want to see the preparation. He lifted one leg up in the air, and trailed his fingers down, down over his cock and balls, over the shining golden ring, over the ever present piercing with the small jewel in the center, and then slid two fingers deep inside his entrance. He watched Dorvane’s face closely as he did so, noting the way dark eyes grew darker as he twisted and scissored his fingers, then added a third finger, opening himself up even more. He was sore from the night before, just as he wanted to be, and despite that part of him being unreachable, a faint glimmer of a smile touched his lips; a smile he knew Dorvane would think was for him. “You have the thickest cock of all the men you let take me,” he said, stroking Dorvane’s ego. “Had I ever had the opportunity to prepare myself, I always knew I would use three, if not four fingers.”

Dorvane settled on his side, watching Haldir, marveling at the flexibility of his body and the way that he was preparing himself. He rarely if ever afforded any preparation to any of the slaves in the camp though he had a time or two if he felt generous. Tonight he was feeling extremely generous after having won his prize after so long. All of the slaves in the camp, those Haldir didn’t even know existed should be grateful to the Elf tonight and perhaps other nights as he would be generous enough not to use their submission rings on them tonight. He smiled as Haldir spoke of his… natural attributes and his eyes widened even further as he watched a fourth finger disappear inside the Elf’s body. “You do that so beautifully, I should have thought to ask you to do it before now,” he whispered as his hand reached out and ran down the smooth skin of the Elf’s chest, tweaking a nipple though not hard like he normally did, this time almost… playfully.

His hips shifted of their own accord and Haldir actually found pleasure as his fingers explored his passage. He moaned softly as Dorvane’s hand moved over him, biting his bottom lip in anticipation of the hard pinch and twist he usually received, and simply gasped at the gentle touch. After a moment, he pulled his fingers away and resisted the urge to touch himself, instinctively knowing that Dorvane would not be pleased if he did. Instead, his fingers moved over to cup the other man’s balls, a test of trust he knew, though his fingers moved quickly on to Dorvane’s cock and stroked it once more with the oil. Trust. He had to gain and keep Dorvane’s trust and never let that trust waver. “May I ride you now, Dorvane?” he asked, letting the fingers drift back down to massage the heavy sac that could disable a man in a heartbeat… as Haldir well knew from his experiences with the submission ring.

Haldir’s soft needy sounding moan went straight to his sex. This was much better than his screams he managed to wring from him sometimes, though he enjoyed those too, this was better because they were freely given. Licking his lips he watched as the Elf pulled his fingers away from his body and his own stilled as fingers explored him. He lay perfectly immobile for a moment, almost holding his breath and wanting to know for certain if he would be needing to cancel their agreement by screaming for the guards and having Saruman’s men find the Gondorian ranger. But the Elf’s touch remained light and teasing and then he began to coat him with the oil. He nodded at once. “Yes,” he said leaning against the pillows at the headboard. “Show me how much you want me.”

Haldir immediately straddled Dorvane’s thighs, then moved up, brushing their erections together once more as he lifted his hips and positioned the rigid shaft against his entrance. Both hands reached back to spread his backside and he moved down just enough so that the head of Dorvane’s cock was buried inside him. The one small part of him that was buried deep but could feel, wept bitterly, but the rest of him, the Elf that he was now, reached up, grasped the headboard and sank slowly down on the thick shaft that had hurt him so many times, and would now, Valar willing, at least bring him a bit of pleasure this time. His eyes locked with his lover’s and he moaned softly as his body was breached. “Gods, yes,” he whispered, stopping only when his backside rested flush against Dorvane’s thighs and he was fully impaled.

Dorvane watched intently as Haldir moved over him, his hands traveled over every inch of skin he could reach as the Elf positioned himself. He moaned, forcing himself to keep his eyes opened as he watched himself disappear inside the gripping heat of Haldir’s body. He knew that body well but not this way, not wanting to pleasure him without some drug forcing him to. “The Gods have nothing to do with this,” he murmured as his hands gripped Haldir’s hips, though it was a tight grip he wasn’t digging his nails into him, this time he allowed Haldir to move as he wanted, to set the pace for them both. He remained still and knew that the Elf was surprised by that when he looked at him for a moment.

So far, this evening could not have held any more surprises than it had already for Haldir. It seemed as if Dorvane both wanted to take pleasure and wanted to give it as well. Haldir unclenched his hands from the headboard and rested them on his lover’s shoulders, waiting for his body to adjust and leaning forward to press his lips against Dorvane’s as a thank you for giving him that time. When he pulled away, he still felt the remnants of soreness from Faramir’s thrusts only a hours before, and smiled again as he lifted his body up, then sank down again on Dorvane’s flesh. He began to move, not too fast; not to slow, but at a steady pace, taking Dorvane in completely, moving up until he was almost free, then sinking down again, feeling his body stretch to accommodate the swollen length again and again, moaning softly each time the tip brushed over his prostate.

The soft kiss surprised Dorvane but he didn’t say a word as Haldir began to move, his body rocking against Dorvane’s and making his desire for the Elf grow even more. He’d wanted him for so long, and while it could be said he’d had him hundreds if not thousands of times over the last eight years it had never been like this. Logically Dorvane knew it was still not of Haldir’s free will but as long as the pretense was there, the man enjoyed it immensely. Long fingers reached out to wrap around Haldir’s arousal jutting up between them and he smiled just a little as he felt a slight tensing of his lover’s muscles around him. He could be an incredibly cruel man, but tonight he would not be, tonight he wanted to make Haldir feel like a lover… not every night would be that way but tonight that was what Dorvane wanted. He began to stroke him, matching the pace that Haldir had already set for them as he thrust up into the seemingly willing body.

Fighting the urge to let his head fall back and pretend Dorvane was … well, not Dorvane, Haldir’s movements became more erratic. He moved down on the shaft inside him, then thrust up into Dorvane’s hand, the same hand that had cause him so much pain and was now giving him pleasure as he fisted Haldir’s weeping flesh. Behind those dark eyes he never looked away from, he could almost see the man Dorvane could be, had he been stripped of all the cruelty and maliciousness he had doled out over the last years. This side of him came as a complete surprise to the Elf, and though it changed his hatred of him not one bit, it at least made him wish he had known the other man that lived behind those eyes; maybe even had been his friend. Their intimacy was gentle, and to Haldir’s shame, he would do almost anything to keep it that way, to avoid the beatings and the toys, the humiliation and the pain. Dorvane seemed to like his kisses, so he leaned forward again and kissed him deeply as he continued to move, his hips grinding up and down faster with each thrust, his hands clenching at Dorvane’s neck and shoulders. He worked his internal muscles as he moved, hoping to bring his lover to the edge, hoping he too would be allowed his release, though the ring made it a bit more difficult for him than for Dorvane.

When Haldir leaned forward and began kissing him again, Dorvane’s hand continued to move between them as the other sank into the hair at the back of Haldir’s head, kissing deeply, sucking on the Elf’s tongue as his hips began to move faster thrusting up into his lover. The feeling of tight muscles clenching around him and the thought that Haldir was actually enjoying this brought Dorvane to the edge quicker than he hoped, but they had all night… every night from now on. He exploded, crying out as his hips arched up off the bed and thrust himself deeper into his lover and drew away from the kiss. “Come for me, Haldir,” he whispered as his hand moved even faster as he rode out his own release and continued to pump his hips. “I want to watch you.”

Shuddering and panting for air, Haldir moaned loudly and adjusted the angle of his hips just slightly so that Dorvane’s still thrusting flesh brushed over his sweet spot. Given permission, he cried out softly and let go, his release spurting over Dorvane’s chest and stomach, then again over his still stroking fingers. Faramir’s beloved face flashed through his mind at that moment, but he had enough control not to say his name or even let that glimmer of happiness his love’s smile brought to his eyes be seen. His hips moved slightly as he rode out the last vestiges of his orgasm and he leaned back, Dorvane’s flesh still buried deep inside him, his entire body shivering despite being covered in sweat. He wanted to collapse on the bed, but at the last minute remembered his place and ran his fingertips over Dorvane’s chest. “Shall I clean us up or do you prefer to bathe afterward?” he asked softly, not sure what was expected of him.

Watching Haldir come this way, face to face he’d never done in all the times he’d ever taken him. Never had he looked into his eyes or watched the way his lips parted as he lost control and never had he heard him cry out that way. It was enough to make his spent organ twitch inside the Elf. He too was panting as he finally let go of his lover’s shaft and took a deep breath. “I prefer to bathe… that is why even slave quarters have such nice bathing facilities,” he said shifting but not allowing Haldir to pull away from him. He held the Elf close and managed to move to the edge of the bed, his spent shaft still buried inside his lover as he stood, finally slipping from him as he carried the elf to the large tub. “You will bathe with me each night,” he said thinking now was a good time to begin speaking of ground rules between them.

Once more shocked at this side of Dorvane and wondering how long it would last, Haldir nodded and wrapped his legs around the man’s waist. He could do this. For Faramir, he could do anything. Leaning forward and wrapping his arms around Dorvane’s neck, Haldir began to nibble lightly at the carotid vein on the side, smiling as he felt Dorvane shiver beneath him. “And may I wash your hair?” he asked softly, “and all the most interesting parts like this spot on your neck, or these hard little nipples…” he paused and gave each nipple a gentle tweak – “and the larger, most interesting parts as well, Dorvane? Or do you prefer that I keep my curious hands to myself while we bathe?”

Dorvane rarely truly ever smiled; rarely did he ever have a reason to allow himself to smile with any real humor. Most smiles were tinged with arrogance, spite or malice but Haldir’s teasing words spoken like a true lover would speak, made him smile. It almost felt awkward upon his lips as he did so and he stared at the Elf for a moment, knowing that part of all of this was pretense alone. Deep down he knew the Elf did not really want him but he allowed himself to pretend as well. “You may my beautiful Elf,” he said softly and looked at him for a moment. “I cannot promise every night will be like tonight… you know there are things I enjoy that are not… as pleasant as this… but I hope the nights like this make it easier and knowing that only I will be the one touching you… the guards will never touch you ever again unless of course they want me to kill them… painfully.”

Haldir’s eyes clouded at the reference to other nights, ones filled with pain and Valar only knew what else… but he could only hope those nights were few and far between. He knew Dorvane desired him, thought him beautiful, and could even be kind when he wanted to be… so why did he still feel the need to hurt him? Was taking away the only person he loved and knowing that that person would never even remember him not pain enough? He looked away for a moment, and nodded, though he said nothing. He knew this was part of their agreement; it was simply that he was better prepared to deal with it when he wasn’t nursing a broken heart as well. “You are possessive,” he said softly, hoping he hadn’t angered Dorvane with his silence as they spoke of the other aspects of his new life. It seemed for now, that everything he said or did made him worry that somehow, he would cause harm to come to Faramir, though he hadn’t hesitated on purpose. “I am glad, for the guards are filthy.”

Dorvane noticed how blue eyes clouded and looked away from him for the briefest span of time before he spoke and he tilted his head for a moment to regard him. Dorvane licked his lips slowly, still tasting Haldir’s unique flavor there as he did so. “The guards are filthy… and why I always took you before them… you do not like the idea of the other things I like. Do you think that I have enough other slaves to satisfy that need why should I need to do that here in the privacy of my chambers with you? You may answer honestly, Haldir, it is not a test… and I am not wearing your ring,” he said knowing that the Elf hadn’t noticed that the ring he wore was a ring that belonged to one of the other slaves who had angered him earlier that afternoon. One that might have been punished tonight had things not gone as well as they had, but he was in a generous mood now.

Haldir’s eyes grew wide as he saw Dorvane’s ring was, indeed, not the one that controlled the golden submission ring that had caused him untold agony over the last years. He met Dorvane’s gaze, his bare legs still wrapped around his lover’s waist and hesitated only for a moment. “If I give you the wrong answer, will the slave on the other end of that ring pay instead of me then?” he asked softly. “Forgive me for asking, Dorvane, but I am as yet still unsure of your rules.”

Dorvane shook his head slowly. “You have made me feel generous tonight… that slave angered me today but no, I will not. I said that this was not a test; there are no wrong answers to my question. I wish you to be honest…” He paused and slipped the ring from his finger and set it on a small ledge near the tub. “Does that help?”

Haldir looked at the ring in silence for a moment and then nodded. “You have hurt me in more ways than I can count over the last eight years,” he whispered, hoping to soften his words by combing his fingers though long, dark hair. “You have almost broken me a thousand times, and had it not been for the healing spell on my quarters as I left – not as I came back mind you, but as I left – I would have died at least a dozen times. I have done everything in my power to bring you pleasure tonight, yet still you wish to see me in pain? I do not wish for my pain to be doled out on any other slave, no, but… why must there be pain at all? Or at least… so much of it? Did you not enjoy what we shared tonight, Dorvane, or was it not enough? I simply… I am not trying to be difficult or stubborn, for you know you have broken me, but… I simply wish to understand.”

Watching Haldir carefully as the Elf spoke, Dorvane relaxed back against the side of the tub as gentle fingers moved through his hair. He looked away for a moment as Haldir spoke of the pain he had doled out to him over the years. He had been incredibly cruel, especially when he thought he would never have the Elf; thought he would never break him, never possess him the way he truly wished to. His eyes moved back to meet Haldir’s questioning gaze and he shook his head. “You are not being difficult, I told you to be honest and you have. I… have known little in my life of gentleness… I have never known what it was to have someone simply want me for me in… in a long…” he paused and shook his head. “Possibly ever… and I know that you do not truly want me, I am not foolish enough to believe that, but you are good at pretending at least. If it will mean more to you… make it easier to pretend like you have tonight… to make me actually believe it even when I know it isn’t true… I will promise not to do things that will hurt you. I have kept my promises so far,” he said carefully. He didn’t wish to bring up the Ranger really but if he must make assurances he would.

Unable to look away as Dorvane spoke, Haldir wondered about the man’s past. Had he once been a gentle and loving man, turned into someone else by a lover, a family member, a captor? For a moment, despite everything he had done, Haldir felt sadness for the man Dorvane could have been. He belonged to Dorvane now, however, and though he still didn’t understand this idea of hurting someone you wanted, he had promised to please him. Leaning forward, he rested his head on Dorvane’s shoulder and tentatively put his arms around him. “You have kept your promises, and so shall I,” he said softly. “Our deal was that if you let… if you kept your end of the bargain, you could do as you wish with me. If hurting me is what you wish, then I will not argue, and I will always look at you the way I looked at you tonight, Dorvane, I swear.”

Dorvane watched as several emotions passed behind blue eyes looking intently into his own dark ones. He was unaccustomed to someone actually putting their arms around him in this way and for a moment had no idea what to do. Slowly his arms raised and wrapped around the Elf in an awkward hug he supposed. “That was our deal…” he whispered but decided on his own that he would think about what things he might do with the Elf in the future. Perhaps at any rate it would keep the Elf fearing him a bit and the only thing Dorvane knew well was instilling fear in others. “But no pain tonight… I am too tired for it,” he murmured almost half jokingly as he released the Elf and reached for the soap and cloth. “I believe you were going to wash me?”

Haldir leaned back, his long, golden hair trailing in the water behind him as he reached for the soap and washcloth. “Aye, I think you are right.” With that, he began soaping Dorvane’s neck and shoulders, then his chest, then rinsed him off and slipped his hand beneath the water. “Now to the more interesting parts,” he teased, trying not to remember all the baths he’d shared with Faramir, or wonder where he was, or if he was safe. Put him out of your mind, you foolish Elf, before you get him killed! He washed Dorvane’s legs and even his feet, then looked up mischievously as his hand brushed over the man’s hard arousal, then wrapped his fingers around it. “Now how did I miss that? What… do you have a sea monster down there you forgot to warn me about, Dorvane?”

Long fingers wrapped around the edges of the tub as Haldir began to clean him. This was one benefit of having Haldir here with him he hadn’t counted on. The pleasure he would get from something like this, it was something he hadn’t known much in his life, someone taking care of him and he relaxed back against the tub actually enjoying himself. Haldir was efficient though playful at times, and his touches were beginning to arouse him again. When a hand wrapped around him and the teasing words fell between them, Dorvane chuckled softly, a foreign sound even to his own ears. “You have a strange sense of humor, Elf,” he said leaning forward and capturing one of Haldir’s hands as he pulled him forward and kissed him, still enjoying the novelty of actually kissing someone.

Nibbling on Dorvane’s bottom lip, Haldir smiled and returned the kiss. When he pulled away, he was still grinning and reached out to tweak Dorvane’s nipple playfully as Dorvane had done to his earlier. “ I did not realize you even had a sense of humor, but you do,” he said honestly. “And I have never heard you laugh before. It is not… an unpleasant sound.”

Enjoying the teasing way that Haldir was kissing him Dorvane actually gasped when his nipple was toyed with and he smiled. “Laughing has not exactly been something I have afforded myself the luxury of very often,” he said after a moment. “You have a lovely smile though… and until tonight I had not witnessed it.” It was true he had not seen Haldir really smile in all the years that he’d been his prisoner, after all what had Dorvane or the guards given the Elf to smile about? Their world was a dark one, devoid of such things… or at least it had been for many years for Dorvane. Taking the washrag from Haldir’s hand, Dorvane soaped it liberally and began to wash the Elf, surprising himself with how much he enjoyed doing so.

There was no way, Haldir knew, to keep himself from dreaming about Faramir when he slept, or daydreaming about him when he was alone; and there was certainly no way to not imagine it was Faramir’s hands moving gently over his skin as Dorvane bathed him, but never, ever would he allow himself the luxury of these thoughts with his eyes open. Occasionally, he would allow his heart to open and his love for his Ranger to surface, but never when Dorvane could possibly catch him. When they were together, he would make his new master laugh and smile, would hopefully teach him about gentleness and tenderness, but in his heart of hearts, where he felt sure he would always hate the man for almost killing Faramir,… well, that part of him would never again see the light of day. “That feels nice,” he murmured, opening his eyes and smiling at Dorvane. “You have gentle hands when you want to, you know. I could get used to this.”

Actually pleased that Haldir seemed to like what he was doing, Dorvane filed the thoughts away as he continued, ignoring both of their arousals until they were nearly finished and then he took Haldir again, this time allowing the Elf to face away from him, leaning over the edge of the tub as Dorvane took him and he did so gently and slowly, draping his body over the Elf’s. He even kissed his back and the back of his neck and stroked him just as a true lover would do and it was indeed pleasing enough that Dorvane at least considered most of the time trying the whole being gentle thing that Haldir seemed to prefer.

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