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Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 2

Faramir had slept somewhat well despite what had happened the day before. Perhaps it was another of Saruman’s spells or maybe it was the fact he had Haldir lying beside him? Whatever the reason the few times he’d awoken in the night, uncomfortable and frightened, he simply moved closer to the Elf beside him and somehow felt safer. Though he knew deep down he’d never be safe from the guards or Dorvane or Saruman but at least he felt it when he was near Haldir.

When morning came, he was still sore and uncomfortable, his lower half burning and aching just lying still and moving felt as if he was being ripped in half, but he gritted his teeth and just tried to bear it. Haldir was wonderful though, helped him, brought him warm water to wash his face, brought breakfast and checked his wounds again. They sat together talking, and Faramir worried every time he heard a sound outside, knowing that Haldir had said they would come for him today.

“I keep worrying about today, I cannot help it. I do not want them to take you and do things to you… I cannot even imagine what they do here that could possibly be worse than what they did yesterday to me… but you have said that they do worse things… Gods, Haldir I admit… I am afraid,” Faramir said after they’d been speaking for a while.

Haldir’s head tilted to the side a bit and he simply gazed at Faramir for a moment in silence. Always before, the other prisoners were afraid for themselves mostly, never for him. He hadn’t faulted them for it, but he was touched by Faramir’s compassion in the face of such pain and frustration at their situation. “You mustn’t worry about me,” he said softly, taking the young man’s hand in his own. “I heal quickly, and have learned to close off a part of my mind when the pain gets too unbearable. Besides, I have known nothing else for these past years, so I suppose one could say I am almost used to the pain, so it is nothing new.”

“I cannot imagine anyone could grow used to that,” Faramir said softly as he squeezed Haldir’s hand. “And I do worry… I… I like you, Haldir and I do not like the idea of you being hurt. Not that I like the idea of my being hurt either but you get my meaning I am sure… neither of us should be here. We did nothing to deserve this and particularly the waiting and not knowing what is to come. But trust me, I will take care of you when you return, just as you took care of me.” He was serious with his promise though he could barely even sit up without help; he was determined to care for Haldir when the time came.

“No, we did nothing to deserve this,” Haldir agreed softly, wondering what would have happened if he had met Faramir years ago, under different circumstances. He was fairly certain he would have pursued the young man in every manner possible. “You know, I like you too, Faramir. I think you are lovely and brave, and I hate thinking of their filthy hands touching you…” He stopped, turned his head to the side and listened, keen Elven ears picking up sounds from the far end of the hallway. “They will be here in a moment, and will most likely keep me all day. Please try and rest while I am gone, and try not worry about anything else. I have extra healing potion already made up, and extra ointment, so you shouldn’t have to move at all, even when they bring me back.” With that, he pressed a kiss to the back of Faramir’s hand and closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of the door to open.

Faramir’s hand tightened even more around Haldir’s when he said that the guards would be there soon. He hated this and wished there was something he could do but of course there was nothing, other than be there for him when he returned. “I hate thinking of them touching you either,” Faramir whispered and felt his heart leap into his throat as the door was kicked open. He stared wide-eyed at the guards and their master Dorvane behind them, his hand still firmly clasped with Haldir’s.

Slowly, Haldir opened his eyes and regarded the guards with as much disdain as he dared. Always in the back of his mind, he was protecting his brothers, but it simply was not in him to give in to anything quietly. “Do not worry about me, dear one,” he said softly enough so that the guards couldn’t hear him. “I will be back soon enough and we will continue our conversations and our books.”

Haldir looked over the guards’ heads at his ‘master’ Dorvane. He was tall and muscular, with dark eyes and long, jet-black hair he usually kept pulled back with a thick leather band. He always wore black – black pants, a black shirt, and wide black leather bands that reached from just above his wrists to halfway up his forearms, laced together with a thin leather rope. Had he not had such an evil gleam in his eyes or such a cruel streak running through him, Haldir had always thought Dorvane would be handsome. Their eyes met and Dorvane smiled tightly, relishing the idea of what was to come.

The guards sneered at the Elf and man and waited in the doorway. “Get up, both of you, the master wants you both today.” Faramir startled a little when they said they wanted them both. Both of them? Gods he wasn’t even healed yet. He cringed as he tried to set up more and gasped as the piercing stung and sent pain throughout his lower half. His eyes were pleading as he looked up at the guards, feeling ashamed and angry that he couldn’t even sit up easily.

“Come on, we haven’t got all day!” The guards barked.

Haldir glared at the guards and cursed under his breath as he slid from the bed. He put one hand on Faramir’s shoulder to keep him from moving and then leaned over to scoop him up in his arms. Normally, they liked to keep to their own schedule before making two prisoners have sex… or do terrible things to one another, but again, he remembered the ring between Faramir’s legs. If he’d put up a fight, he would certainly pay for that now. “You’ll start to feel better once we get out the door,” he promised, holding Faramir gently against him, and though he knew there was no need, spreading a blanket over is lower half. “The spell Saruman put over the house… remember? It will heal you quickly, one we pass its barriers.”

Faramir whimpered slightly as Haldir lifted him, not wanting the guards and Dorvane to be satisfied with hearing him in pain more than they already had. He looked apologetically at Haldir, thinking that perhaps he had only made things worse for the Elf because of his own fighting the day before. He nodded, gritting his teeth against the pain as Haldir spoke and true enough as they passed over the threshold Faramir felt his pain begin to ebb away.

“Just remember, whatever they do, if the pain gets to be too much, just let your mind focus on something pleasant,” the Elf whispered.

They reached the ‘play room’ and Haldir was surprised to find only 4 guards plus Dorvane followed him inside. Usually there were more… many more. He carefully sat Faramir down on his own two feet, though he kept both arms around him and looked suspiciously at Dorvane.

“You looked pleased with yourself Dorvane,” he said with barely concealed anger. “Even you normally give a new prisoner time to heal. You know Saruman’s spells aren’t the strongest for healing.”

Faramir’s legs felt watery but he was able to stand on them. His pain was not gone completely but it was tolerable now, an ache and soreness, burning a bit but not at all like before. He looked up when Haldir spoke to Dorvane, unsure if the Elf should antagonize him like that.

“I am always pleased with myself,” Dorvane answered flippantly. “Seems this one did not show proper respect when he was captured yesterday. Today, he will be taught to show respect as will you… you have become far too sure of yourself Elf, questioning me. You have no will of your own or have you not figured that out yet after eight years?” He looked away and flicked his hand toward the guards. “Tie them up to the rack… face to face, I want them to see each other’s pain.”

Haldir pressed Faramir protectively against him for a moment, but he knew there was little he could do. He and Faramir were led to a pedestal, then their arms were shackled and raised about their heads. With the turn of a crank, they were both lifted so that their feet barely hit the floor, their chests and thighs resting flush against each other. The pants he’d slept in the night before for Faramir’s sake were ripped from his body and he wondered what they’d be using this time – a switch? Crop? Belt? Or Valar forbid, that damnable cane? Haldir hated them all, but honestly wasn’t sure Faramir was ready for the most painful ones, especially since he was not fully healed. He ignored Dorvane’s taunting and focused on Faramir. “Keep your body relaxed, and it will not hurt as much, and remember, try to stay focused on anything but the pain.”

Faramir tried not to tremble as he was shackled and his body lifted. He faced Haldir and simply stared into his eyes trying to think of anything besides what was about to happen. They were going to whip him for fighting back yesterday? That made more sense if they had done it yesterday not waited an entire day for it. His mouth had gone dry and he barely managed to nod his head as Haldir offered advice. How one could focus on anything but the pain was a mystery to him but he wrapped his fingers around the chain to his cuffs, hoping to take some pressure off his wrists. “I am sorry if I caused them to do this to you.”

“You never have to be sorry to me,” Haldir whispered, resting his forehead against Faramir’s. “Especially never be sorry for fighting.” He heard the guards fumbling in one of the drawers at the far side of the room and saw him move toward them, two large anal plugs in his hand. “They are going to fill us first, then punish us. Get ready…” He well remembered the first few times they had filled his backside, never with any warning, and usually with very little preparation. Some of the guards were kinder than the others, and he noticed as one plugs was handed off to a second guard, the kinder of the two moved behind him. With one stretch of his legs, he turned both himself and Faramir, so at least Faramir would be shown a bit of mercy, and would possibly be prepared a bit. The guard looked up in surprise, but there was a bit of respect in his eyes as he met Haldir’s gaze. With a shrug, he ordered the guard that was now behind Haldir to begin.

Faramir trembled a little as Haldir said they were going to be ‘filled’. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying to steel himself for the pain he knew was to come. He wasn’t healed yet, the spell had helped but he still ached and was very tender, this was going to be extremely unpleasant. He shouldn’t have fought so hard and now Haldir was going to be punished for what he did before he even met him! He felt fingers on his backside and startled, though he had no traction on his toes as he was and merely swung his body just a little toward Haldir’s as he tried to remember to relax. He couldn’t though, how could one relax in a situation like this? He whimpered and bit his lips as fingers dug into his flesh and something wet and slick was forced inside him, though they at least did it slowly.

Haldir winced as Faramir’s handsome but still bruised face tightened with pain. His own body was as relaxed as he could make it, but the guard behind him was showing no mercy, and as the large plug was inserted quickly and mercilessly, he bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. He had learned to tune out the pain a bit in his years here, but even more so now, when it was all too apparent that Faramir, this fair, compassionate young man the likes of which he’d never known before was in a great deal of pain. “Look at me,” he whispered. “Just breathe slowly, and the pain will lessen in a few moments, I swear.” Their hands, locked in shackles above them were close, and the Elf strained to let their fingertips touch. Even though practically every other part of them was touching as they hung in mid air, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, groin to groin, he somehow felt he could give the most strength by letting their hands touch in the sweetest and most innocent of gestures.

Faramir opened his eyes and looked into Haldir’s, knowing his own were wide with fear and pain. He felt the Elf’s fingertips brush his own and stopped trying to hang onto the chains, instead he let his own fingers press against Haldir’s and slip between his fingers as he hung from the shackles around his wrists. He was terrified and in pain, but Haldir’s words and his touch helped take away some of both. He trembled as the guard pushed the thing deeper inside him and felt his backside burning inside the sensitive passage not nearly healed from the abuse the day before.

The look in Faramir’s eyes broke Haldir’s heart. He swallowed back his hatred of the guards and Saruman and Dorvane and of their circumstances in general and concentrated on the man before him. “They cannot break you, Faramir,” he murmured. “Remember that. I will not let them, I promise.” With that, he leaned forward as much as he could, allowing Faramir’s head to rest against his shoulder as his arms moved forward, protecting the young man as much as he could. He gritted his teeth as the first lash cut across his backside, causing a deep red welt to form at once, even as he was hoping he could manage to take the brunt of this ordeal. He would have to tread carefully, he knew, to make them angry enough at him to not hurt Faramir as badly. His head lifted up, and he looked over his shoulder to meet Dorvane’s – the only one with the whip at the moment – gaze. “Is that all?” he managed, already anticipating – and receiving – the next fiery pain of the belt over the back of his thighs.

Faramir yelped as if he’d been the one struck when he heard the belt smack loudly in the room against Haldir’s backside. He couldn’t see, his face was against Haldir’s neck now and the Elf’s golden hair blocked his vision but he knew what he heard. He flinched when Haldir goaded Dorvane. “Stop that… he’ll only hurt you worse,” he whispered against his ear but too late the belt struck again and Faramir’s body weaved with Haldir’s. Hatred grew tenfold in his heart and mind for Dorvane and Saruman for what they were doing to them. The next moment though he felt their bodies turning, Dorvane was lazy and didn’t wish to move so he had the guards turn the pair until Faramir’s backside faced him. When the belt slapped against still tender skin Faramir gritted his teeth and shook unable to completely bite back his cry of pain.

Haldir exhaled as Faramir cried out softly and leaned his head forward, without thinking, to nuzzle against the young man’s neck. “Free your mind, Faramir,” he murmured softly. “They cannot touch what is in there.” His lips were warm against the soft, damp skin on the side of Faramir’s neck, and the Elf began to suck gently, letting his hair hide what he was doing. “Relax and they cannot win… they stand no chance.” As he spoke, the belt was brought down again hard on Faramir’s backside, and Haldir responded by kissing the young Ranger’s jaw and tightening their fingers together a bit more. Faramir was still tense, and Haldir fully intended on goading Dorvane again, but right then, in that moment, he sought to only offer comfort. From Dorvane’s perspective below them, it would look only as if Haldir’s head was resting against Faramir’s shoulder… or so he hoped. Dorvane was enveloped in a shadow against the wall, almost as if he were hiding something, so Haldir couldn’t be certain exactly what he would or wouldn’t see.

Faramir was slightly startled when he felt soft lips against his neck, Haldir nuzzling against him, kissing and sucking. He trembled again, his body overwhelmed with pain but now another sensation trying to take his mind off the burning of his tender flesh. His heart skipped as Haldir spoke encouraging words to him and he tried to will his body to relax. At just that moment the belt fell against him again, a deep red welt forming in its wake and he did cry out but this time at least a little bit of his mind had been focused elsewhere; on Haldir alone and not the fear of the man behind him. His fingers tightened with Haldir’s and he closed his eyes against the sweetness of the kiss against his jaw. The next blow came directly over his backside, bumping the thing inside him and as it did it nudged that spot inside him causing his until now lax sex to twitch. Gods, he didn’t want to become aroused from this! Frightened and embarrassed he began to struggle but of course it was to no avail.

Knowing at once what had happened, Haldir looked over Faramir’ shoulder and forced a harsh laugh from his lips. “See, Faramir, he is afraid of me. He gives you the brunt of the punishment, trying to get on my good side.” That was all it took, and without warning other than the flash of fire in Dorvane’s eyes, they were whirled around again and five quick, hard lashes were laid across Haldir’s backside. Dorvane’s anger had been peaked, however, and he was intent to humiliate the Elf in front of everyone. Grabbing the base of the plug that could just be seen buried in Haldir’s entrance, Dorvane gave it a vicious twist and then stepped away when Haldir, despite himself, moaned softly.

Dorvane reach down to twist the stone of the ring on his finger. The ring was designed to match the submission ring around Haldir’s sex perfectly. Haldir could only grit his teeth as the ring sent shooting pains through his entire body, and finally cried out when another five blows were laid across his backside. By the third blow, however, he had withdrawn into himself, focused only on the fearful and compassionate blue eyes before him, and relaxed in his bonds. “They cannot break us,” he repeated softly, so no one but Faramir could hear.

Faramir’s eyes flew wide when Haldir spoke and he cringed as they were spun, knowing that Dorvane was about to take his anger out on Haldir for speaking to him that way. Faramir was shaking and buried his face against Haldir’s neck, trying to offer him comfort but knowing there was nothing he could do. “Stop this… do not goad him, Haldir, please,” he begged against the Elf’s neck, soft words none could hear but themselves. When Haldir’s words ‘they cannot break us’ were uttered so softly, Faramir felt tears run down his face. “Please… do not antagonize him again,” he whispered, his heart breaking from the sound of Haldir’s cry’s still echoing in Faramir’s mind. Your fault. You are the one causing his pain, they wouldn’t have you both here now if you hadn’t fought so hard yesterday. This is your fault. They might even have gone easy on him alone knowing they had another to play with but no, you had to fight!

The movement of the plug inside him as each blow rained down on its base was, to Haldir’s shame, making him hard as well. He could only hope that Faramir, who seemed to be in much the same state, wouldn’t blame himself for this. As he felt warm tears against his cheek, he pulled away only a little, his body swaying as another blow landed across his shoulders. Even as they were spun around again, he leaned forward and kissed each tear away, letting his lips linger on soft, sweet skin. He shouldn’t be doing this, but the guards only jeered at them, and, if nothing else, it kept Dorvane occupied enough so that he might not think to use the submission ring on Faramir as well. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. “Think of something… anything… other than what’s happening.”

Faramir was surprised when Haldir kissed him, his lips feeling cool and soft against his face. He frowned and shook his head. “I cannot… how can I think of anything else?” he was ashamed that the words were almost a childish whimper but it was true. They were turned again and the belt slapped against his skin, the blow startling him because he had not been tensed for it, his eyes were so intent on Haldir’s. Why was the Elf forgiving him? Why didn’t he hate him for causing him this pain? He yelped when the belt slapped against him again, the searing pain of it almost overridden by his confusion and he wanted to be sick from the fact that he was growing more aroused each time the belt came into contact with the plug inside him.

Haldir searched Faramir’s eyes for a moment, remembering their admitted mutual attraction for one another. “You can think of this,” he whispered, bringing his lips gently down over Faramir’s in a soft, undemanding kiss as his hair fanned out to cover their faces. His tongue licked at Faramir’s teeth, requesting entrance, and his arms moved again to try and swing them back around. He succeeded only halfway, though now they were both on the receiving end of the belt as it hit Haldir’s hip, then wrapped around to Faramir’s. It burned like fire across his skin, but the Elf concentrated on staying relaxed and deepened their kiss, hoping Faramir wouldn’t bite the tip of his tongue off if the pain was too sudden or unexpected.

Faramir was caught by Haldir’s gaze for a moment, unsure what the Elf was thinking and then suddenly he was being kissed. The warmth from his kiss seemed to spiral through him suddenly, his heart clenching in his chest as the kiss deepened and he yielded to the Elf. He felt their bodies moving; swinging around again, heard the belt fly through the air even as he gave in to the kiss, his arousal growing even more from it. Just as the belt smacked against skin he relaxed his body as Haldir had told him to, and barely flinched this time as his whimper was caught in Haldir’s mouth. He had no idea what Dorvane could see, was unsure if Haldir’s hair shielded what they were doing but there was no doubt that they had not cried out from the blow.

Dorvane could actually see very little of what was going on. His prisoners were up on the pedestal, and lifted above that, and that damnable Elf made sure his hair covered their faces most of the time. He would remedy that next time, but for now, he was exhausted. His arms ached badly, he was covered in sweat, and he was even too tired to take his pleasure from either the man or the Elf. He laid a few more half-hearted blows to the backside of both, then ordered his men to leave, all except one. “Give them ten more blows each and then cut them down,” he snarled before stalking out of the room.

Haldir’s head was spinning from the kiss, and he too, barely moved as the last of Dorvane’s lashes cut into his skin. There was a lull in the blows, so he pulled away long enough to breathe, then resumed their kiss, mindless of whether or not the punishment was at an end. He felt a few more blows that weren’t quite as harsh as Dorvane’s, but they barely registered, he was so completely lost in the sweetest kiss he’d ever known.

Faramir was light headed from the deep kiss and just as Haldir had told him if he relaxed his body and thought of something else the pain did not register quite so badly. Yes, the blows hurt, but the pain was overridden by his newfound desire for Haldir and the need to continue to kiss him. He wasn’t sure if it was need and desire solely because of the situation, or even because of despite being abused so he was aroused which he never thought he would be… maybe it was all of it. Haldir was beautiful, his kisses tasted like the sweetest honey and what he wanted right now was his arms free so he could hold the Elf. He wanted to bury his fingers in soft golden hair and kiss him forever it seemed.

He heard the creak of the door, heard the belt swing through the air again and again, some blows landing against his back and rear, the tops of his thighs, some landing he knew on Haldir but he continued to kiss him. Sucking on the Elf’s tongue, giving of himself and taking all that Haldir offered him until he was so dizzy he had to finally pull away. The pain seemed to flare for an instant as he did and he moaned softly and gritted his teeth.

The guard, who had looked forward to taking one or both of his prisoners, lowered them both to the ground in disgust. Dorvane hadn’t said he could take either of them, and if he were to come back and realize he was stuck with seconds… heads would roll. Cursing both the Man and Elf as he unhooked the cuffs from their wrists, he noticed the Elf, who was already bloody and weak himself, carefully wrapped his arms around the man and gently lowered them both to the ground. “I’ll be back for you two later,” the guard growled, deciding to head down to the east end of the hall were he could do what he wanted with the silent, broken prisoners that Dorvane never even bothered to look in on.

He was gone a moment later, leaving his bruised and bleeding prisoners alone in the room.

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