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Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 20

Dorvane slept for hours, his body wracked with pain but after some time passed the bleeding slowed and stopped and he began to at least rest somewhat more comfortably. When he started to come back from the deep healing sleep he had fallen into, every ache and pain flared. Gods, he hurt. His arms felt as if horses had trampled on them and he was too weak to even raise his head very far. Dark eyes opened slowly and he found himself still wrapped in Haldir’s arms. He swallowed, his mouth dry and his throat scratchy as he looked up at Haldir. Gods, he could not believe the Elf had stayed. Still could not believe he cared that much. “You,” he coughed and moaned painfully then cleared his throat. “You stayed.”

Haldir, who was even paler than normal, smiled in relief and buried his face against Dorvane’s hair. When he’d lost consciousness, he wasn’t sure he would ever open his eyes again, but… here he was, and, thank the Valar, here Dorvane was as well. He had watched his lover breathe for almost a day and a half after he himself had opened his eyes again, and though he took some hope in that, each breath seemed a struggle, and Dorvane had barely moved at all. “Of course I stayed,” he murmured, closing his eyes and just concentrating on feeling Dorvane breathing against him. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

Dorvane had been certain that he would not ever wake again and had told Haldir to leave him, though the Elf, stubborn as he had always been had not. He had stayed and obviously, based on how pale he was he had bled himself more for the man. That idea did not please Dorvane but there was little he could do about it now and if it had saved him, then he was grateful though he wasn’t sure for how long that would last. As soon as Haldir realized he was free, truly free, then he could go to his Ranger. “Yes, you told me that but… Haldir, don’t you see that you are free now… you can go to your Ranger,” he whispered sadly and tried to move, only to find himself too weak and sore to do so yet. He wasn’t even sure how long he had been asleep.

Pulling away only slightly, Haldir studied Dorvane’s face for a moment, realizing he didn’t remember their last words to each other. While Dorvane had slept, Haldir had managed to clean them both and change the bed sheets, so the hand that came up to gently trail along Dorvane’s jaw was thankfully not colored with the blood they had both shed. “It has been almost a year now, Dorvane,” Haldir said carefully. “A year that he did not remember me – a year in which he has, no doubt, moved on. He is no longer my Ranger, for I have moved on as well.”

Watching the Elf, Dorvane shook his head slightly in surprise. “But… you… you,” he was at a complete loss for words and sighed as he leaned into the gentle touch, sadness in his eyes as he saw the bandage on Haldir’s arm. “You hurt yourself for me again.”

“I did not want you to die,” Haldir said softly, eyeing the bandages for a moment along with his lover. His next words were soft as well, but firm, and he watched Dorvane’s face as he spoke, hoping his realization hadn’t come too late. “You were so cold, and bleeding so much and… I thought I was going to lose you. You kept telling me to leave, but… I could not. I can not. It took me almost losing you to realize that I am in love with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much.”

Dorvane should have been happy to hear those words, should have been thrilled in fact. He remembered Haldir saying it before he had lost consciousness but he still didn’t believe it. How could he possibly love him? It made no sense to him, he had tortured the Elf before… how could he have changed his mind in this past year? “Haldir… Gods I want to believe it, so much but…” he paused and swallowed hard. “I love you but… how can you possibly love me?”

“Dorvane, as I have said so many times before, you are no longer the man I once knew. I told you once that I would find the man inside, the man Saruman didn’t control. I found him, and I fell in love with him.” Haldir gently moved so that he was looking down at Dorvane and pressed a sweet kiss to each side of his mouth. “You are a good, kind, funny, intelligent, handsome man. How could I not fall in love with you?”

Feeling humbled by Haldir’s kisses and the look in his eyes along with his words, Dorvane simply closed his eyes and sighed softly. “I still do not understand,” he whispered and opened his eyes slowly to gaze into Haldir’s, “but I cannot deny that it was my fondest wish. For so long… maybe all along, I only wanted you to want me in return. I love you and… I want you to be with me… but… Gods, I don’t know where to begin now. I’m finally free…” he whispered the words in awe as he just realized he was finally free of the dark magic that held him in thrall for so long. He felt as if there was still a darkness in his soul but that the light for now at least had won out.

“I have wanted you for a long time,” Haldir confessed. “Soon after I came to these rooms, you would sometimes drive me mad with wanting you. I felt guilty, but Gods, when you fought against Saruman’s hold over you, you were an amazing lover. It was as if things… changed after our bargain – after our first kiss, really. And look…” He reached between them and carefully lifted one of Dorvane’s hands that had been curled protectively up against his chest. “You were asleep for a very long time even after I awoke and… the bands. I was able to take them off. You truly are free now.”

When Haldir began to explain how things had changed, he knew deep down he was right, but only because Saruman’s hold on him had slipped, probably even prior to their bargain it had began to slip. He felt a sense of guilt for that in an odd way… he hadn’t the strength to assert his true will ever before, only because Saruman was losing the war did Dorvane reclaim who he once was. When Haldir pointed out that his bands were gone, he felt his body tremble and looked up at Haldir gratefully. “Gods… I had lived with them for so long,” he murmured. He knew the scars would be horrendous once the bandages were gone, his original injuries with the horrible results of 17 years of reopening the wounds every time Saruman was annoyed with him and the fact they had seemed to act like a parasite, burrowing deeper into his skin each day. “I never thought I would ever be without them… well… at least not live to remember anyway.”

Bringing Dorvane’s hand up to his lips so he could kiss each knuckle, Haldir nodded. “You are free to do whatever you want now. Saruman is dead, the guards are dead, and… your whole future lies ahead of you. I think it will be a long one too.” He didn’t elaborate on that, and quickly moved on. “I guess the question is, do you want me to be a part of your life, or had you rather put all this – and me – behind you?”

Dorvane startled at Haldir’s question and almost moaned in pain, his body was still sore though oddly at the moment it was his back which hurt him most of all. “Of course not… I… I only survived because of you… Haldir, don’t you see that you saved me well before Saruman’s death, you gave back to me the person I was once was. Without you I would not be here now and I doubt… I doubt that without your sacrifice for the Ranger would I have changed at all,” he whispered. “I want you to always be a part of my life, I want… gods I want to be away from this place. I want us to be together but… I fear you will realize what a mistake you are making one day soon if you stay.”

Haldir ran his hands over Dorvane’s side, down his hip and thigh, then back up to rest against his lower back. He didn’t speak of what had happened while Dorvane had been unconscious, of the promises he’d made or the price he’d been asked to pay. No, there was enough guilt already, and the Elf wasn’t about to add to it. Gently kneading muscles stiff from lying in bed immobile for so long, he shook his head, letting golden hair fall in a curtain around them both. “I am not making a mistake, Dorvane. I love you, I want you, and I want to share my life with you. How can that be wrong?”

The words stabbed through Dorvane, but it was not painful but joy that he felt. “I cannot fight you on this… anything but this. I love you and want you too much to keep denying,” he said softly. “I do not wish you to have regrets and I fear you will… but I cannot fight against you anymore,” he whispered. “I need… Gods, I’m so weak, I need to get up, if the guards are all gone then the slaves need to be freed.” Despite his desire to get up he couldn’t, his body was still weak and recovering from near fatal blood loss.

“One of the prisoners was being moved when the guards fell, and he has been feeding and giving water to the slaves trapped in their cells,” Haldir explained. “I don’t know how to free them. I was afraid to leave you long enough to figure it out, and I didn’t know where the master keys were anyway, but… they know things have changed. I think some are afraid you will keep running this ‘farm’ as it is, and are still very angry.” Before Dorvane could speak, however, Haldir pushed his hair back behind them and smiled down at his lover. “You are too weak to make the trek to the cells right now and it is dark outside already. We can wait until morning, at first light. Besides, I plan on showing you how much I love you starting… right… now…” Tiny, soft kisses punctuated each of his last words until finally, his lips settled over Dorvane’s in a deep, sweet kiss, one that Haldir could only hope conveyed just how much he loved Dorvane and how grateful he was to have him back, safe and whole.

Dorvane shook his head, no he did not want to stay there and run the ‘farm’ as it were. He wanted to answer about the master keys and other things but then all thoughts were stolen by the tiny sweet kisses that led to a deep kiss that stole his breath and made his heart that was once frozen and hard now beat heavily in his chest. If his arms were not still sore they would have wrapped around the Elf and pulled him even closer still but for now he had to just accept the sweet kiss and let Haldir control their pace. When they drew apart again, Dorvane smiled, the first smile since Saruman’s death. “You plan to kiss me into submission then?”

“Perhaps,” Haldir chuckled, pulling away reluctantly and sitting up on the bed. He tried not to call too much attention to his bandages, hoping Dorvane wouldn’t notice that both had been cut this time, and began fussing with the blankets. “Now, before you even try to sit up, I want to rub your back and legs. I don’t think you realize how long it’s been since you’ve moved. Then you have to eat. You will do the slaves no good if you collapse from exhaustion before you free the first one, now will you?”

“If the pain in my back is any indication, it has been some time. How long has it been? How long have I laid unconscious while you… injured as you were took care of me?” Dorvane watched as Haldir tried to avoid his gaze. “You wish to take care of me… the best way to do that is to take care of yourself as well you know. I need you, Haldir. I have not… ever admitted that to anyone before but I need you as much as I want you and as much as I love you, I need you as well.”

Haldir paused in his gentle rearrangement of the bed and its occupant and met Dorvane’s gaze. He knew Dorvane had loved him, wanted him – but this man he’d fallen in love with was so strong and steady, Haldir had never imagined him needing someone, let alone admitting it. “Three days, I think, maybe four, though I was unconscious for a while myself. I am fine, though… I heal quickly. You know that. And taking care of you helps me more than anything.”

“Unconscious?” Dorvane’s eyes narrowed as he realized just how stubborn Haldir had been. “I won’t ask because I am afraid I’ll only be angry if I know the answer…” he sighed heavily and closed his eyes. “I hope you never feel the need to have to hurt yourself on my behalf ever again, Haldir… despite you healing quickly… I just don’t ever want you hurt again, especially not on my behalf, I did promise to protect you once,” he said smiling a little bit to let him know he was truly not angry just… frustrated with the situation.

Gentle hands moved soothingly over Dorvane’s back as Haldir tucked him in closer and simply enjoyed the feel of having him awake and alive and moving against him. “You have protected me,” he whispered, “and I will always do anything to save you. That is part of loving someone, Dorvane, being willing to do or give up anything for them. I was happy to do this for you… just as you were willing to let me go before – because you loved me. That, I think is the greatest proof of all of how we both feel.”

Dorvane had almost started to argue that he had not been much of a protector, remembering the beating Haldir had taken from the guards that time and how he had mistreated the Elf himself before their ‘agreement’. It seemed like a lifetime ago now though didn’t it? Everything had changed. He had changed, even before Saruman’s death he had been changing and now… now he was the person he was years ago, only haunted with guilt for what he’d done in the last 17 years. He sighed and tried to smile a little. “I am not happy to see you hurt though… because I love you. Impossible circle I suppose,” he grinned a little wider then and relaxed into the bed. The sheets were clean, Haldir must have changed them sometime while he slept and he too was clean, his naked body slid against the sheets a little and his arms were tightly bandaged. “You have been busy while I slept.”

“I had to keep busy or I would have gone crazy,” the Elf confessed. “I never left the room, and I spent most of my time just watching you breathe, but so many times I just kept remembering all the times you were so kind and gentle with me, and all the times you told me you loved me and I never said it back… even though I think I’ve been feeling it for a long time. And I was so afraid I would never get the chance to say it so… I had to keep myself occupied with something besides counting your breaths or your heartbeats.”

Dorvane’s face saddened a bit and he nodded. “I would have been the same I think,” he whispered, knowing he would have been mad with grief if it had been Haldir hurt and unconscious for so long. “Once I am strong enough, I want all the slaves released… I know you said that one has been caring for them but… they need to go back to their homes soon. I have no wish to hold them here… as soon as I am able I’d like to do that. Will you help me?” Dorvane asked wondering if Haldir would want to help with such a task, some of the slaves didn’t think very highly of him as Dorvane’s personal ‘whore’.

“Of course.” Haldir agreed without hesitation, thrilled that Dorvane truly wanted to leave all of this behind him, and give all the slaves their lives back. As he thought about the other prisoners, dozens in all, he thought, he felt a burning streak of jealousy race up his spine, remembering how, when he was a slave, Dorvane had taken him as well as anyone else in sight it seemed. “Dorvane, did you… have you… I mean… have you been with the other slaves since you took me as your lover? I know I have no right to ask but… I… I need to know.”

Dorvane noticed something flash in Haldir’s blue eyes and then his stammered words caught him off guard. His own dark brown eyes widened at the intensity he’d seen in Haldir’s. “I will not lie to you, at first, yes, nothing changed… at first but… as we spent more time together and as I started to feel… a growing attachment to you that later grew to love I did not take the slaves anymore. You must have noticed this… the times when I would return to our chambers in the middle of the day… cutting my work short to return to you. I… was accustomed to a certain amount of release… part of it from the magic that controlled me, but after I began to have feelings for you… you were the only one I wanted, the only one who could… could satisfy those needs.”

Haldir almost growled when Dorvane said he’d taken the other slaves at first, but calmed a bit when he said he’d stopped that practice after he’d fallen in love. His eyes were still dark with jealousy that he knew was ridiculous even as he pulled his lover closer. “Please… no one else but me from now on,” he said softly. “As long as you love me, love only me. I could not bear you think of you with another.” He didn’t mention what would happen if to him if Dorvane took another lover, and could only hope and pray that that would never be an issue. Instead, he simply buried his face against dark hair and closed his eyes, whispering softly. “Promise me, Dorvane. Only me.”

“No, no one else, Haldir. I have not wanted anyone else for a long time now and I will not. I love you… and I don’t think I could enjoy being with anyone else. I promise, only you, love,” he whispered honestly wishing his arms were well enough to wrap around Haldir to hold and reassure him. “I promise.”

Satisfied by the sincerity in Dorvane’s eyes and his voice, Haldir relaxed and loosened his hold just a bit. “Good, I… I want you all for myself. Much as you wanted me I suppose,” he added almost sheepishly. One hand came between them and rested on his lover’s stomach, rubbing gently.

“I still find that so hard to believe… I do believe you love me, after all of this how could I not? It still doesn’t’ change the fact that it is difficult to believe you forgive the man I was, magic or no,” Dorvane whispered softly. He smiled when Haldir’s hand began to caress his stomach; he was completely bare under his lover and felt his stomach flutter and his muscles tense a bit from the sensation. He licked his lips and smiled wider.

“Now that is settled,” Haldir smiled, “are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold?”

“I am hungry I suppose but… I think I am enjoying your hand on me more than I am craving food,” he whispered. It had been at least 3 days since he had really eaten but pain has a way of suppressing the appetite and he was sure that somehow Haldir had gotten broth or tea into him over the last days because he didn’t feel dehydrated.

Haldir smiled and ran his tongue lightly over Dorvane’s lips. His hand moved down, softly caressing the smooth curve of a hip, the cool surface of his lover’s outer thigh. “And where, my dearest one, would you like my hand to be?” he murmured. He had indeed managed to get liquids into Dorvane as he lay unconscious, dipping a clean washcloth or often simply his finger into various healing teas and broths and letting it drip onto his tongue for hours at a time, so he didn’t feel the need to push for food or drink just yet. “Or had you rather just close those amazingly beautiful eyes of yours and rest for a while longer while I watch over you?”

Sucking in a breath, Dorvane’s smile seemed to melt into relaxed contentment as Haldir’s hand moved. “Hmmm, that I think is a loaded question isn’t it?” he grinned shifting his lower body just a bit. He was still sore and tired but obviously parts of him were not in the least bit weakened. He was surprised that Haldir called his eyes beautiful, they were just plain dark brown, nothing particularly special, but it felt good to be complimented that way. “Even after being unconscious for days and still sore, I still want you… do Elves have the power to bewitch men?”

“I certainly hope so,” the Elf laughed, leaning down and nuzzling against Dorvane’s neck as his hand moved down a bit more, drifting lightly between slightly parted inner thighs. He noted the way his lover’s body moved beneath him, and he felt the distinct feeling of flesh hardening and filling against his hip and stomach – one his own, and one Dorvane’s. “Will you rest and let me take care of you, guren? In any way I see fit?”

“I am at your mercy, love,” Dorvane said softly. “I would love to touch you in return but… my arms are not healed yet… you do not have to do this if you don’t want to, I… well,” he paused and gasped as Haldir’s hand moved against his inner thigh. “I… cannot do much but lay here, that can’t be fun for you.”

When Haldir had been Dorvane’s slave, he had often been denied release, or been made to feel so ashamed when he did find it, either by his own hand or by the guard’s. Since they had become lovers, however, Dorvane had been attentive, always looking after his needs, and Haldir found that he was actually looking forward to this – pleasing Dorvane and giving him his full attention. “You have no idea how much I want this,” he said, sounding a bit surprised and amused at himself. “I know what you like… now I want to know what you love. And I don’t want you to even try and move.” With that, he carefully lifted himself off of his lover and rolled to the side, gently laying each injured hand safely on the bed out of harm’s way. Before Dorvane could respond, he slipped one hand in thick black hair and licked at full lips until they parted, and spent the greater part of the next several minutes simply kissing his lover and letting his free hand explore the taper of a slender but muscled torso, the soft down just below Dorvane’s navel, the curve of his hip and then lower, combing gently through the dark hair just below his now straining length. “We have all the time in the world… just relax. We will rest when you need to.”

Dorvane gasped when Haldir looked him that way and felt his erection throb against his stomach. He lay submissively, something he had never done, and let Haldir position his arms out of the way and then lean over him, kissing him until Dorvane couldn’t breathe. Gods, it was amazing just being touched and kissed this way. He couldn’t return the touches because his arms were still sore and swollen and his fingers could still not move without causing pain. His toes clenched though as a curious hand explored his body and he was panting when Haldir drew back to look at him. “All the time in the world,” he echoed with a smile. “Gods, your touch feels so good.”

Haldir pressed his thigh between Dorvane’s legs, putting slight pressure against his arousal. “And your body feels exquisite under my hands. Ever since I moved into these rooms, guren, you have been an incredible lover, though it took a while for me to admit it, even to myself.” As he spoke, he moved down, pressing warm, sweet kisses against skin that smelled of the spiced soap Dorvane always liked, the soap Haldir had used to clean him with while he lay unconscious, gently wiping away every trace of blood, sweat and tears. “I still wear your mark,” he murmured, licking and sucking gently at Dorvane’s neck as he pressed his groin down until the blunt head of his lover’s cock rubbed against the gold piercing he still wore at the base of his sex. The action caused him to shiver with pleasure. “I want to mark you as well, if you will allow it.”

Dorvane moaned as a firm thigh insinuated itself between his legs and his hips moved of their own accord against it. Any lingering pain and soreness he felt seemed to dim as the rush of lust and love surged through his body. He moaned as Haldir’s lips moved against his skin and he gasped when he spoke of marking him. “Gods… yes, yours, Haldir. I am yours.” He wanted this more than anything to belong to Haldir, he had belonged for so long to Saruman, touched by such evil and malice and he realized he needed this. He needed to belong completely to Haldir.

As soon as Dorvane consented, Haldir’s lips fastened on his lover’s neck even harder. He sucked just to the point of pain, careful not to pass it, but wanting everyone who saw Dorvane to know that he had been claimed. He’d never been a possessive Elf until now, but he’d never been with someone who had been with so many “lovers” either until now. But that, like so much of their history together, was in the past, he knew, though the need to mark Dorvane was uncontrollable. When the mark beneath his lips was a dark purple, he pulled away, satisfied, and licked at the bruise tenderly. “Mine,” he murmured softly, something he had never done or said before. “I love you, Dorvane, and as I am yours, you are now mine.”

Dorvane’s legs moved against the bed as Haldir’s mouth sucked at his neck, gods it felt so wonderful, it was almost painful but at the same time it seemed to make his soul leap inside him, the warmth in his chest grow. It was an incredible feeling to be claimed this way, in such a positive and wondrous way. All he’d ever wanted with Haldir was to feel that the Elf wanted him and now, he had that and it was a something Dorvane was committed to never letting the Elf regret. “I love you too, so very much.”

Warm Elven lips smiled at the declaration of love just as they closed over Dorvane’s left nipple and his tongue lapped at the quickly hardening nub of flesh. His hand was still caressing his lover’s inner thighs and hips, avoiding his arousal for now. He took his time, sucking and teasing, then moved to the nipple’s twin, before moving downward, pressing his tongue gently against the slight indentation between each rib on Dorvane’s right side. He was getting closer and closer to his goal, but kept a close watch on his lover’s face, determined to stop and let him rest should this be too much for him, or should he suddenly look too tired to continue.

Panting and moaning softly as Haldir’s talented tongue teased him, Dorvane closed his eyes for a moment, lost completely in the sensations. He did not move his arms but his body quivered under his lover’s ministrations and his legs continued to move, almost writing under his lover. “Gods, love,” he murmured, gasping when Haldir’s attention moved to the next nipple and then down his side. The Elf was driving him crazy but in such a very good way. His hips moved, thrusting as much as he was able against Haldir’s thigh, his body craving the friction and pressure.

Finally, Haldir repositioned himself, with his head at Dorvane’s thighs, which spread willingly enough before him. He moved so that his lover could watch, throwing his hair behind him and locking eyes with the dark brown ones he thought only a few days ago he might see opened again. Never breaking their gaze, he palmed Dorvane’s testicles in one hand, pulling gently and rolling them in the palm of his hand. His lips parted, and finally, he closed his eyes and let the warmth of his mouth slide down over the leaking length, taking it in deep, relaxing his throat when the swollen head reached the back of his mouth, and swallowing the organ all the way to the root, almost purring when the taste of precome hit the back of his tongue.

When Haldir’s mouth continued to move down his body Dorvane was completely lost in a fog of lust and love for the Elf. He watched as Haldir looked up at him, his hair shimmering in the firelight flickering from the hearth and he gasped loudly when a warm hand cupped and teased him. “Oh Gods, love,” he murmured again, his hips shifting slightly as his legs moved further apart. This was a level of trust that Dorvane had not shared with Haldir before, being this vulnerable, he was injured and yet confident that his lover meant him nothing but pleasure and never harm. When Haldir moved and took his arousal into his mouth, the warmth surrounding him slowly and his lover swallowed around him, Dorvane cried out, writhing and moaning over and over again. He wanted desperately to touch Haldir, but he knew moving his arms would cause too much pain for that, instead he had to content himself with wrapping one leg over Haldir’s and caressing his calf with the side of his foot. “So good…”

Haldir pulled away for only a moment, leaving Dorvane’s heavy length glistening and wet in his hand. “Yes, love, you are,” he whispered, scissoring his leg and returning the caress and at the same time pressing his own arousal against the bed. “You are so good, so delicious, so hard for me…” His mouth descended over the thick organ again as he began to suck in earnest, and his hand moved up and down on the shaft, squeezing with just enough pressure to bring his lover close to the edge. He wanted Dorvane inside him, wanted him so badly he could barely think, but now wasn’t the time, not with him still so weak. Soon, when he had regained his strength. Tonight were all about his pleasure, and Haldir had no intention of exhausting him… only making him feel relaxed and at ease with this twist in their relationship… one that was so new for them both.

Dorvane felt his face flush a light pink when Haldir spoke to him but he had no way to respond when a hot mouth surrounded him again, stealing his breath and all his thoughts. He wanted to touch and wanted to make Haldir feel just as good as the Elf was making him feel, but he was quickly losing the battle to even hold back. His hips moved in tiny arcs, not able to lay still as the talented mouth brought him so much pleasure. He was moaning Haldir’s name and sweet endearments that it was amazing Dorvane even knew after all these years. “Close… so close, love.”

Watching Dorvane’s face to see what speed and pressure he liked best, Haldir found a rhythm that seemed to work and didn’t slow. “Come for me, guren,” he whispered, fisting him just a bit tighter, his own saliva and Dorvane’s own precome slicking every inch of his engorged length. “Let me watch you.”

Their gazes locked as Haldir spoke to him, and it took only moments for him to obey his lover. How long had it been since he had been the more submissive partner? How long had it been since he had given himself to another this way? Dorvane shuddered as his release began to surge through him, his muscles tensing and his eyes widening and darkening even more as he watched Haldir’s face. He cried out loudly as his back arched off the bed while he trembled and shuddered through his climax. It seemed to sap all of his energy he had left and he collapsed against the bed again, panting and sweating. “By the Valar.”

Haldir felt the rigid flesh in his between his lips jerk and pulse, and warm fluid began to fill his mouth moments later. So many times the guards had forced this on him, and so many times he had hated this act, but here, now, with Dorvane, he wanted to taste him, to be with him in every possible way, though he sensed Dorvane still had a difficult time believing that. His hand slowed, coaxing every last drop from the trembling organ as he swallowed his lover’s release, then gently cleaned him with his tongue. Only when there was no trace left did he move up on the bed and wrap his arms around the still trembling body, pulling him close. “By the Valar indeed,” he whispered, licking his lips like a well-fed cat lapping up the last dollops of cream in plain sight of his lover. “You are exquisite, guren. In every way.”

Dorvane continued to shiver as his lover’s mouth cleaned him so thoroughly, he was smiling and breathless when Haldir finally released him and lay on the bed beside him. His stomach fluttered as he watched the Elf lick his lips and he smiled feeling incredibly young for a moment when Haldir complimented him. “So are you… Gods, Haldir so are you,” he whispered. “Are you… do you need? I cannot move my arms to help you… but I do not want you to be left like this… please, I want this between us now to always be fair,” he whispered remembering the times he had used that horrid potion on Haldir as well as others and remembering times where they stimulated the slaves and left them to have to give themselves relief.

He did need, he positively ached, but he could wait, Haldir thought. Dorvane looked tired, and had been through so much, and the Elf wanted only to convince him to rest. “Rest first. When you awake, I will take care of us both,” he promised. When it looked as if Dorvane would protest, Haldir kissed him slowly and thoroughly. “I want you, love, never doubt that. But more than anything, I want you safe, and healthy. The next time you open your eyes, I have another idea I would like to try… if you feel up to it.”

Dorvane started to protest, not wanting to leave Haldir like that, but he was tired. Exhausted really, after all, three days ago he had almost died. His lover’s kiss forestalled any argument he might have had and finally when they drew apart again, he nodded. “You have me curious,” he whispered and smiled. “I am sure I’ll be up to it… but… you are sure?” He was already feeling sleepy, the effects of still recovering from so much blood loss and an incredible orgasm making his body relaxed.

Haldir pulled the blanket up over them both and carefully tucked Dorvane’s hands safely against him, then pulled him even closer. “Am I sure that having you healthy is the most important thing to me? Absolutely. Now stop worrying and rest.” His fingers, which had moments ago been teasing and tormenting, were now gentle and soothing, doing their best to coax Dorvane into an even more relaxed state so he could rest and heal. “That’s it, love… just close your eyes and think about the future, not the past. We are going to have such a wonderful life together, such a beautiful future.”

Dorvane was hard pressed not to give in to the feelings of warmth and contentment as he lay beside his lover. Haldir’s hands were gentle and soft and soon he was relaxing even more. He felt a bit guilty about leaving Haldir without finding his release but perhaps later after he’d rested he could help remedy that? Definitely when his arms were healed completely he would make absolutely certain Haldir experienced a great deal of pleasure in a number of ways. “I love you,” he whispered as he began to drift off into a sated sleep.

“And I love you,” Haldir whispered softly, his fingers lovingly combing Dorvane’s hair back as he spoke and snuggled closer. May Faramir forgive me for it, but I really do. Burying his face against his lover’s neck, he closed his eyes and tried to forget about his arousal, concentrating instead on simply listening to each breath that was now so precious to him, and feeling each thankfully strong heartbeat beneath his fingers.

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