Faramir Fiction Archive

Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 23

Dorvane had gone to the bedroom to clean up from working in the garden and change clothes for dinner, which Haldir was preparing for them. It had been a pleasant summer day, hot but not terribly so and the two of them had worked side by side in their garden. It seemed a strange thing to him when Dorvane would stop to think on it. Farming, a real farm. It wasn’t exactly something he ever considered before. As a youth he imagined he would take over his father’s business and work as a merchant in Gondor and later he never imagined he would ever be free of Saruman to make a choice about his future this way. It was so much more peaceful than he ever imagined his life becoming and Haldir seemed at ease with it. The outdoors suited the Elf of course and strangely enough it suited Dorvane just as well. For the first time in almost 20 years he found himself… happy.

Combing his hair back from his face, Dorvane worked a small tie around his long black hair and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was no longer as hard as it used to be, no longer did he see the coldness he once held in his eyes and he thought that he even looked happy now. He grinned at his reflection for a moment and set the brush back on the dresser. When he did his unlaced sleeve caught on a drawer pull, and he almost laughed at himself. It wasn’t a drawer he normally used, it was one of Haldir’s that he kept a few items in and when Dorvane opened it just slightly he realized it held no clothing only small personal items. A small knife in a sheath he’d gotten in one of the towns they passed through and several books. Dorvane noticed they were all books that he himself had given to Haldir as gifts. Almost as if they were kept there just for himself and not added to the shelves in the rest of their small house. He smiled as a finger traced over the bindings and then he noticed a small box. Puzzled his fingers moved over the smooth wood and he wondered at it. He didn’t recall Haldir purchasing the box in their travels. Perhaps it was something kept from before? But no… the slaves were not allowed to keep anything, though maybe Haldir had found it when they were leaving Saruman’s farm?

Curiosity got the better of him and sun darkened fingers opened the small latch and then lifted the lid. Shock at what was inside suddenly slammed into Dorvane and he merely stared at the two rings resting side by side within black velvet. Two simple silver bands with a thin ring of gold running through the center seemed to wink back at him in the lamplight and he felt his heart sink. These must have been purchased before Haldir knew of Faramir’s marriage. The Elf must have had every intention of leaving him, as well he should, and then discovered that the Ranger had married so he simply stayed with Dorvane. That had to be it.

Haldir could not have gotten such finely made rings in the small village they visited to sell their vegetables… they had to be from one of the larger villages they’d stopped in on their travels. It was the only thing that made sense and the only thing that Dorvane could accept. Of course Haldir had wanted to marry the man whom he had risked everything for, Dorvane was fooling himself if he even tried to believe that the Elf loved him half as much. They were happy… at least, Dorvane thought they were, he was anyway but was Haldir? Was Haldir truly happy with him? The man who had tormented him for years? Of course he’d claimed to forgive him but… how could one forgive so much? There had to be a part of Haldir that still hated him and longed for the Ranger. He was sure if the roles were reversed he’d feel that way.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Dorvane let his fingers trail over one of the rings before he could stop himself and was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize Haldir was standing in the doorway watching him. Slowly he closed the box and leaned against the dresser, wiping at his eyes with one hand when he realized the tears that had gathered in them. Tears were a weakness he rarely allowed himself before and now he hated them, hated the way they made him feel so he took a deep breath and cleared his throat. When he looked up though he almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Haldir standing there with a puzzled look on his face and slammed the drawer shut so hard the mirror on the wall above rattled. “You… you startled me,” he stammered and winced at how idiotic it had sounded stating the obvious.

So, Haldir thought with an internal frown, Dorvane had found the one thing he hadn’t wanted him to find; the one secret he had kept from him. His lover had never had any reason to look into that one drawer, so he thought the rings had been safe, but… apparently his little secret was no longer a secret at all. “I never meant for you to find those like that,” he said softly, crossing the room to stand behind Dorvane and slipping his arms around him. “I should have done a better job at hiding them away. I’m sorry.”

Dorvane stiffened only for a moment when Haldir’s arms wrapped around him before relaxing into the embrace. At least he was holding him. He closed his eyes for a moment, forgetting the mirror before them and let himself savor the feeling of Haldir’s arms around him. “My sleeve hung on the pull and it came open a little. I did not mean to snoop really I just… I saw the books I gave you and it… made me curious why you’d hidden them away like that,” he said softly as he opened his eyes and looked into Haldir’s in the mirror. He tried to ignore the rings, afraid to ask about them but he had to. Haldir knew he’d seen them. “The rings surprised me… well… that isn’t exactly true,” he sighed and turned slightly so he could look at Haldir. “I expected something like that actually. Its… its all right. I… just didn’t expect you to keep something like that after all these months.”

Haldir, misunderstanding, pressed a kiss to Dorvane’s cheek and smiled as he glanced toward the drawer in question. “I kept the books in a special place because they are dear to me,” he explained, “Gifts from the one you love are always special. And as for the rings… I haven’t had them for that long. What do you mean you didn’t expect me to keep them after all these months? I only got them a few weeks ago when we were in Marina. I was waiting for the right moment but…” His smile grew wider and he used his chin to brush aside Dorvane’s long, dark hair so he could nibble on his neck. “I guess that moment is now.”

Dorvane felt his heart leap in his chest when Haldir spoke of the books being from the one he loved. It still didn’t alleviate his worry about the rings and when Haldir went on he startled a little and pulled away from his lover. “A few weeks ago? Oh,” he said swallowing hard as the realization hit him. Haldir still had hope even though the Ranger was long since married if the gossip they’d heard was anything to go by. “So… when were you going to tell me that you were leaving?” he asked in a cold voice, “or were you going to tell me at all? Since you never told me about the rings I suppose you wouldn’t would you? I… I thought you were happy with me.” He was appalled when his voice broke and he turned away from the Elf realizing that this heartache was exactly what had sent him to Saruman in the first place.

Dumbfounded, Haldir stood staring at Dorvane, trying to piece together what had just happened. Leaving? He wasn’t leaving? He was never leaving Dorvane, though Dorvane couldn’t seem to understand that. There was the nagging little voice in Haldir’s head that wouldn’t stop, the voice that told him that while he no longer loved Faramir as he loved Dorvane, he did need to see him one last time to make sure he was well, but he was totally and completely in love with the man before him… and always would be. He couldn’t seem to make Dorvane believe that, not completely, though. That’s when it hit him… the rings. Dorvane thought the rings were for Faramir. “Guren, I am not leaving you. I would never, ever even consider leaving you,” he whispered, taking a step forward and reaching one hand out toward his lover. “I love you, and I am happy with you. Happier than I have ever dreamed of being. The rings are for you. I wanted to propose to you, Dorvane. I wanted – I want to marry you, if you’ll have me.”

Dorvane had so many arguments prepared in his mind that he almost missed what Haldir said. “Me?” he almost gasped the words as he stared at Haldir. He felt as if the bottom fell out of his stomach as he stood there hoping and praying he’d understood his lover correctly. “If I’ll have you? I… I thought,” he rubbed his forehead a little and gave Haldir a puzzled look. “How…” His mouth snapped shut and he shook his head. “I thought you had gotten the rings before you knew the Ranger had married… I thought… I… truly you got them just a few weeks ago?”

Haldir took another step closer and gently ran his hand up and down Dorvane’s upper arm, as always surprised by the look of confusion on his dear face. It never failed to break his heart at the idea that Dorvane couldn’t get used to the idea that he was loved and cherished for just being the man that he was, and that Haldir truly had forgiven him for all that had happened in the past. There was so much doubt behind those lovely dark eyes that sometimes Haldir just wanted to curl around his lover and protect him from everyone and everything, wanted to erase his past and give him nothing but happy memories and laughter to look back upon. Interrupting his own thoughts, he squeezed his lover’s arm gently. “Do you remember, when you were haggling in the market about the price of the seeds for our spring crops that first day, and I said I had a few errands to run?”

As if held in thrall, Dorvane stood still as Haldir moved closer and his body reacted with a flush of fire in his blood as his lover’s hand touched him. “I remember,” he said softly. The day had been cool and clear and Haldir had wandered off but he hadn’t known where. Dorvane had assumed to find a book or something for the small home they were making. They needed so many basic things then that he hadn’t given his disappearance much thought at the time. That was long after they had heard of the Ranger’s marriage. He couldn’t imagine Haldir wishing to destroy something like that and he looked up with a small bit of hope in his eyes. “I… I do not want to sound mean spirited… but… I need to know,” Dorvane began and took a breath, holding it for a moment before going on, “am… I just second choice? If given the chance, if the Ranger were not married… would those rings be for him?”

This time, the Elf put both hands on Dorvane’s arms and faced him. His eyes were serious and met his lover’s gaze squarely. “You have never been my second choice,” he said in a soft, but firm voice. “The day Saruman died, you told me to leave. I could have gone to Faramir then, but I had no desire to. I wanted to be with you. I made my decision that day, Dorvane. I stayed with you, with the man I love, and I swear to you, I have never once regretted it. I love you, and even if Faramir were here right now, asking me to return to him, I could not. I care deeply for him, but he is my past, guren, while you… you are my present and my future.”

Dorvane found he couldn’t speak when Haldir finished. The words were still echoing in his mind, making his heartbeat faster in his chest and hope unfurl inside him slowly. “Present and future…” he whispered softly and moved closer as if his body craved Haldir’s body heat. “Forgive me for doubting?” he asked softly. “I… still have a hard time believing you want me, that you love me. I have done little to give you reason to love me in my estimation so I am always amazed when you say you do.”

Haldir met Dorvane and his arms slipped easily enough around his lover’s body, holding him close. “There is nothing to forgive, love,” he whispered, resting his cheek on top of Dorvane’s dark hair. “You give me a million reasons to love you every day, you just have yet to realize it. The way you smile at me every morning, the way you hold my hand as we walk to the gardens, the way you rest against me in the evenings when we settle on the couch with our books. Those are the moments I cherish, and the ones that make me fall in love with you all over again, guren.” He held Dorvane to him a bit tighter for a moment, then reached over to the drawer with one hand and opened it, pulling out the small box that held the two rings that had started this. “If I hadn’t come in when I had, you might have seen the inscription, and you would not have doubted. Hold them up in the sunlight and tell me what you see engraved on this inside.”

Dorvane sank into the embrace, resting his head against Haldir’s shoulder and taking a deep breath and taking in the unique scent of his lover. Gods, he loved everything about Haldir, possibly always had only when Saruman had controlled him it had twisted that love. When Haldir took out the rings he looked up at him in surprise. “Engraved?” His eyes fell to the inside of the small band, seeing not only his name but Elven words of love and fidelity and hope there. His fingers shook as he reached out to run them over the small band and when he looked up at Haldir he realized in that moment he was truly loved for the man he once was years ago and the man he was now. Even the darkness that had tainted him was accepted. “I… I want to be your husband… will… will that do for a yes?”

Blue eyes sparkled with happiness as Haldir smiled. “That will do,” he whispered, as he cradled Dorvane’s head with one hand and his lips sealed over his lover’s in a deep, soft kiss that could leave no doubt in Dorvane’s mind of how he felt. Gods, he loved this man so much, he sometimes couldn’t find the words to express it, and when Dorvane doubted, Haldir blamed himself for not knowing how to tell him how he felt. When they pulled away from the kiss long, perfect minutes later, they were both breathless and panting and Haldir rained dozens of tiny kisses over his lover’s face. “You have once again just made me the happiest Elf on Arda, guren… not to mention the luckiest.”

Caught up in the sweetest kiss he’d ever known, Dorvane simply allowed himself to melt into Haldir, to give up any attempt at strength and simply allowing his lover to hold him and give him support and comfort. He was still not used to actually feeling emotions like joy and hope and love after so long deprived of those things by dark magic. He was panting when they pulled away from each other and found himself smiling. “I am the lucky one… by the Valar I am the lucky one, Haldir. I could not have dreamed you would ever want this… with me.” It was true. He never allowed himself to even dream of being bound to Haldir in such a way.

“I want everything with you Dorvane,” Haldir whispered, gently brushing the hair back from Dorvane’s face with his fingertips and following the feather-light touches with the brush of his lips. “Only you.” He pulled back slightly and wrapped his fingers around his lover’s, which were still clutching the rings. “What would you think of us wearing these now, until we can make it official the next time we are in town. I am too impatient to wait now that you have accepted, and I must admit it… too excited to wait until our trip in the spring to Tessier. I want everyone to know what a lucky Elf I am… even if it is only the birds and gophers and rabbits we see every day.”

Dorvane gasped when Haldir spoke the words ‘only you’. “I think that is a wonderful idea… a ceremony is just that, but how I feel about you does not need such acknowledgement… it already exists as fact,’ he whispered softly. He opened his hand slowly and held up the ring engraved with Haldir’s name inside. “I love you,” he whispered looking up hopefully at Haldir as he reached out to place the ring on a long slim finger. “That is a fact as well and one that will never change.”

Haldir smiled and thought that no piece of jewelry had ever looked – or felt – as right as that right – Dorvane’s ring – did on his finger at that moment. He still happily wore the piercing between his legs, but that was for their eyes only – this was for all the world to see. Taking the other ring from his lover, he slipped it over Dorvane’s finger and kissed it once it was in place. “And I love you, Dorvane, more than you know, and that too is a fact that will never change,” he whispered. “I am sorry for the way you found these, though. I hate seeing such pain in your eyes. I should have given these to you the night I bought them, and we should have been wearing them ever since.”

When Haldir slipped the other ring over his finger, Dorvane felt a pulse of something so powerful race through his veins it almost took his breath away again. He found himself smiling and moved closer, tucking a lock of golden hair behind a delicate ear. “I just refused to believe you would want me that way… I assumed so much. I am the one who is sorry for doubting. But why did you wait?”

“I wanted to find the perfect moment to propose,” Haldir shrugged sheepishly. “But, I just realized that every moment with you is perfect, so there was no need to wait.” He laughed softly and buried his face against Dorvane’s neck, closing his eyes. “You, my love, have fallen for a very foolish Elf. I hope you realize that. A very foolish Elf indeed.”

Dorvane was surprised by Haldir’s words but he found himself smiling. “I will not have anyone call my husband foolish you know,” he chided teasingly. “Not even my husband has that right.” He was smiling openly, in a way that made Dorvane feel vulnerable but at the same time stronger.

Haldir saw Dorvane’s smile and felt his heart melt, knowing what that smile cost him – and gave him in return. “Mmmm… I love it when you get all protective,” he murmured, nibbling at the warm, delicious neck before him and letting his body slide suggestively against Dorvane’s. “It makes me all hot and bothered and warm in tingly in all the right places… and I think… .though I could be wrong… but I think it’s a husband’s job to take care of things like that, is it not?”

Dorvane laughed softly when Haldir teased him but he found his body reacting to the Elf moving against him. “I do believe it is a husband’s job to take care of such things… and to be protective as well. I know you worked hard on dinner but do you think it will keep until later?” he asked as his hands moved over the soft cotton fabric separating them.

Haldir’s hands wandered beneath Dorvane’s tunic and nodded. “Aye. It will keep,” he whispered. “But I, on the other hand, don’t think I will last a moment longer unless I feel you inside me, guren. It has been an entire three hours since we have made love and this is, technically, our honeymoon…”

“Then you seem to be in luck… seems a waste that I already got dressed,” Dorvane teased as his lips moved against Haldir’s neck, sucking and marking the skin there. Dorvane’s hands made quick work of Haldir’s tunic and long Elven fingers did the same to his own. In a matter of moments, the two of them were completely bare, their skin a contrast in the dim room of pale white against darker olive tones as Dorvane directed them toward the bed.

Smiling and thankful to see desire replacing the doubt and worry in his lover’s eyes, Haldir wished he could somehow make Dorvane understand just how deeply and unconditionally he loved him. Nothing could ever tear him from Dorvane’s side – he knew that without a doubt – but he wondered if he would ever be able to convince his lover of that or finally push aside all the guilt and feelings of unworthiness Haldir knew were always in the back of Dorvane’s mind every moment of every day. Pushing those thoughts aside, he lay back on the bed and pulled the man he so adored down over him, almost purring as he felt warm skin moving over his own. Their lips met and the Elf smiled into the kiss as he felt an already hard length against his leg; he shifted and pressed his own arousal against Dorvane’s leg as well. “I see you are as ready as I am, my beloved husband…”

Those words, ‘my beloved husband’ were words that Dorvane thought he would never hear. His life had made so many twists and turns and this was yet another unexpected change but not unwanted. A tiny part of him still believed that Haldir had merely settled for him but he pushed it away ruthlessly as he focused on the pleasure coursing through his body each place his skin came in contact with Haldir’s. His hips shifted, rubbing his length against Haldir’s leg and he smiled down at his lover. “Your beloved husband adores you, you know that? You have no idea how much you have me wrapped around your little finger do you?” he asked teasingly though it were true. Haldir could ask him for anything and Dorvane would do everything in his power to do it for him. His hands moved over smooth skin as he slid down his lover’s body to rest between his legs more comfortably. “Tell me what you want…”

Haldir leaned up on one elbow and reached out with his free hand to caress the side of Dorvane’s face. If anyone was wrapped around anyone else’s fingers, it was he around Dorvane’s, but it seemed his lover would never believe that. As their gazes met, he let his hand drop down to his own arousal, where he quickly gathered the fluid that was dripping there onto his fingers, then reached between them and gathered the fluid from Dorvane’s arousal as well, then gently smeared it on the already swollen and straining head of his length as he drew the organ closer to him. “As for what I want, my darling, most beloved husband, I want to look into your eyes as you slide into me, and I want you to see that there is nothing and no one on Arda that is as precious and loved and dear to me as you are and always will be. And then I want to you believe it.”

Leaning into the gentle caress to his face, Dorvane had a hard time understanding all that he saw in Haldir’s eyes. His own eyes fluttered shut for a moment when a warm strong hand touched him and he hissed softly. His heart was pounding madly in his chest but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from his desire for Haldir or the words that his beloved Elf was speaking to him. He wanted to believe but doubts still crowded the edges of his mind, to silence them and himself Dorvane leaned down and caught Haldir’s lips with his own, kissing him deeply, and exploring gently as his own hand joined Haldir’s between them. When he was completely breathless, he drew away again, loving the sight under him. Golden hair spread across the pillow and full lips, rosy from their kiss made his heart skip as he reached for the oil they kept beside the bed and used so often. Used just that morning in fact. “Are you still open for me I wonder?” he asked as his fingers dipped into the oil and moved down between Haldir’s legs. That was never something he cared about before when he was caught in Saruman’s web but now never causing Haldir pain was foremost on his mind.

He never dwelt – indeed, never thought of his first eight years as Dorvane’s slave – but Haldir was nevertheless always touched at how solicitously his lover looked after him now, never once taking a chance on hurting him, no matter how frantic or needy they were, no matter what they had or didn’t have on hand. Always, Haldir’s comfort was foremost in Dorvane’s mind and that, more than perhaps anything else, spoke more of the real man that had struggled past Saruman’s spells and bindings to triumph over his evil sorcerery and finally, even death itself, than anything else ever could. “I am,” he whispered, smiling and spreading his legs wider as his hands moved over Dorvan’s arms and shoulders. “Probably still slick with your own seed, but you are more than welcome as always, to check if you like. I am, as I have been for a long, long time now… by choice… Your Elf, you know.”

Dorvane’s hand paused in its quest for only a moment as Haldir spoke of being his by choice. Somehow that had become of the utmost importance to him, that no matter what they did it was always Haldir’s choice. His slick finger easily slipped inside his lover and he could feel that he was most certainly still slick. “Not sore at all?” he asked softly as a second finger wiggled in to join the first, making sure the ring of muscle was relaxed. “We… did get a bit carried away this morning… or more accurately you did.” He grinned at the memory, the way he’d woken up to Haldir’s mouth on him and how the Elf had slid up his body and straddled him. The thought alone made his sex twitch against Haldir’s thigh.

Laughing softly at the memory, Haldir tightened his lower muscles around Dorvane’s fingers and shifted his hips, feeling the remnants of Dorvane’s release from earlier that morning squeeze out around the questing digits and a single drop slide down the cleft of his backside. “Not sore at all, and I don’t remember you complaining too much,” he teased, shifting his hips so that Dorvane’s knuckles brushed against the piercing he still wore at the base of his scrotum that had marked him unwillingly as a slave at the beginning of their relationship. Now, it was a source of pleasure for him… and though he was always meant to ask but had never found the right time, he felt it was almost a symbol of pride for Dorvane that he still wore it now. “Of course…” he moaned softly as the fingers inside him shifted and it took him a moment to continue, “… I could wake you up a different way every morning and see which you like best…”

“Oh, no complaints at all… ever, love,” Dorvane said grinning at the way Haldir seemed to be impatient now, shifting his body under his own. Dorvane spread his fingers slightly and added a third aiming for his lovers sweet spot as he smiled wider. “Well… never say I was the one to… deny you learning something interesting,” Dorvane whispered. The feeling of Haldir’s muscles tightening around his fingers sent a jolt of heat through his body and he shifted onto his knees between widespread legs. His fingers withdrew carefully as he slicked more oil on himself and leaned forward but only placed the tip of his arousal against his lover, teasing him slightly.

Haldir let his hands slide down to Dorvane’s hips, and gently tried to urge his lover forward, but Dorvane, who’s mood seemed to have lightened up considerably, seemed intent on teasing him to the point of madness. While humans in general were no match in strength for an Elf, Haldir would never even consider overpowering his lover who was strong himself, in any way, and so he simply rocked his hips, rubbing the smooth head of Dorvane’s arousal over the puckered and oversensitized skin of his opening, drawing a moan from them both. His hands moved to cup Dorvane’s backside, kneading gently and his lips latched on to a nipple, which was, luckily, just above his mouth. “Ah, you can tease all you want, guren, but you want me too,” he murmured as he shifted his hips again. “I can feel that hard cock of yours leaking against me, wanting to be inside … your husband, your Elf…”

The bad thing about teasing your lover was that you also ended up teasing yourself in the process. When Haldir began to tease him back it was almost too much to bear. Dorvane’s arm where he propped himself over Haldir began to tremble and he finally gave up the fight. He leaned down and captured his lover’s lips, thrusting his tongue inside as his cock thrust into his lover. He knew Haldir had been well prepared and already open from their earlier activities but as always now he forced himself to stop once inside the tight heat, allowing his lover’s body to adjust before beginning to move.

Haldir had found that Dorvane could drive him to complete distraction with the simplest of acts. Simply pushing inside him, so deeply, holding so still, his entire body often shaking with the effort often made the Elf think he could easily loose his mind both with the need for Dorvane to move and the overwhelming love he felt for the man in his arms, knowing what it took for him not to. Wrapping both his arms and legs around the long, tanned body above him, he drew the hard length even further inside and licked at the shell of his lover’s ear. “Make love to me, Dorvane,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back. Let me feel you, guren.”

Dorvane moaned when Haldir drew him even closer, the Elf’s body wrapped around his own and he trembled almost violently when Haldir spoke against his ear. “Yes, love,” he murmured as he began to move, slowly at first, allowing the muscles to adjust as he began to move faster with each thrust. “Gods, I don’t think I can ever possibly get enough of you,” he murmured. It was true, in the years he’d known Haldir he’d had the Elf in every possible way imaginable but yet he still desired him… and now he desired him more and more each day but not just for physical release but out of love.

“Mmmmm,” Haldir murmured, arching up off the bed to meet his lover thrust for thrust, his fingers digging into broad shoulders to hold himself steady and his heels pressing against Dorvane’s lower back, “you won’t ever have to… Oh, by the Valar… right there, guren… .because you seem to be stuck… Gods!… .stuck with me forever…”

Dorvane’s pulse skipped as Haldir murmured and moved with him, hearing him calling out in pleasure and not pain was something that he found he needed to hear. His hips snapped forward into his lover, almost roughly but at a pace they were accustomed to, and he too cried out when the muscles around him tightened as he aimed for and hit his lover’s sweet spot. “Yes… yes, love,” he panted the words as he continued to move. Forever. The word seemed to echo in his mind and he prayed it were true… but knowing that Haldir wanted to marry him seemed to quiet some of those voices of doubt. He was here with him, he said he loved him, he showed that he loved him daily… Dorvane would take what gifts he was given and be grateful for them.

Somehow, Haldir’s hand moved up to Dorvane’s neck and their lips met in a hungry, almost desperate kiss, though it seemed, happily to them both, that they kissed often and without reserve during all the other hours of the day anyway. This time, too, however, there were also the promises and reassurances in the kiss as well as the unconditional love Haldir always offered and Dorvane often needed. Haldir welcomed Dorvane inside him both physically and emotionally, needing Dorvane as much as Dorvane needed him, though Dorvane was not ready to believe that just yet, the Elf was certain. “So good, guren,” he murmured against soft, full lips. “So perfect, so hard… Gods..I’m close already…”

Whenever they kissed, Dorvane felt his heart seem to settle within him, making love was one thing but the kisses they shared were completely different, even more intimate. He recalled once telling Haldir ‘that is the way you will always kiss me’ but he realized only recently that their kisses had in fact changed. He could even recall a moment in the past when he felt that change and it made his heart leap in his chest. Maybe, just maybe Haldir really did love him most… that was his worry that he did love him but not more than he loved the ranger. He shifted to put all his weight on one arm as he reached between them, wanting to give Haldir as much pleasure as he felt and grasped his lovers cock, stroking it rapidly in time with his thrusts. “Don’t hold back,” he whispered. “I’m close too…”

Long fingers curled in thick black hair and Haldir felt Dorvane thrust in impossibly deeper as his own arousal slid through the fist that knew just how much pressure to hold against him, and just when to move in time with the hard flesh delving inside him. He never, ever closed his eyes when they made love, both because he relished seeing the pleasure in Dorvane’s dark, beautiful eyes that were so filled with love for him, and because he never wanted to give him a moments doubt as to who it was Haldir was seeing. Their gazes met and his body tightened around Dorvane’s cock and stiffened. His own arousal dripped onto his stomach and in only a few more thrusts, he felt his release slam into him. Crying out his lover’s name, he came hard, spilling over Dorvane’s fingers and feeling his own inner muscles milking the length inside him as he begged the man he loved to come with him, to come now, to not hold back anymore.

Dorvane was helpless against what he saw in Haldir’s eyes, his heart at least recognized the truth that his mind would not allow him to see, that Haldir truly loved him. His muscles tensed and as Haldir spilled over his fist between them, Dorvane cried out, now a vocal lover as opposed to the cold man he’d been before. He seemed to spill forever inside the tight heat, his lover’s muscles milking each drop from him and he shuddered as he rested his head against Haldir’s shoulder to catch his breath. “Gods…” he murmured, unable to bring voice to anything else he felt.
Pulling Dorvane’s hair to one side, Haldir simply pulled his lover fully down on top of him, one arm and both legs still holding him close, the feeling of the pulsing but now softening length still buried inside. He licked and kissed his husband’s damp neck, murmuring softly in Elvish and smiled in contentment as slowly, Dorvane relaxed against him. “I vote we have a honeymoon several times a day,” he teased softly, never releasing his embrace. “Or at the very least, one long honeymoon that lasts forever.”

Dorvane wasn’t sure where he found the strength to chuckle just then, but did so breathily and raised up to smile at his lover… his husband. “One long honeymoon that lasts forever sounds rather appealing,” he grinned as the fingers of one hand traced patterns on Haldir’s chest, dipping into the cooling seed on his lover’s stomach. “I dared never hope that you would wish to marry me,” he whispered softly.

Haldir rubbed his hand over Dorvane’s back and smiled. “Oh, love, I think I was ready to marry you the day I realized how much I loved you. I knew it was forever, I simply did not have the means or the opportunity to buy the rings just then. When one finds the love of one’s life, there is no point in waiting. I should have told you then, or asked, but… you were almost married before, and honestly I wasn’t sure if you would want to be… well, to be reminded of that again, though this isn’t the same type of situation at all.”

Dorvane nodded slowly. “No, it is not the same type of situation. For one it is by choice and not simply familial duty, but I was ready to honor them with the promise to always be faithful to them… just as I intend to be faithful to you,” he said softly. His hand trailed down Haldir’s body again and he smiled. “And two… you have a certain physical appeal my former betrothed did not,” he grinned a little then trying to lighten the moment as he cupped his lover’s spent arousal.

Moaning softly, Haldir nevertheless smiled and felt his softened flesh stir with renewed interest in Dorvane’s capable hands. “Obviously the feeling is quite mutual as far as the physical appeal,” he chuckled, rolling over onto his side, but keeping his arms around his lover and still holding him close. “And not only that, since you have the promise of fidelity from the Elf who adores and loves you with every fiber of his being, as well as the promise of one of the first born, I foresee a very long and very, very happy, wonderful, amazing marriage ahead of us, guren.” The words were sealed with a soft, sweet kiss that prevented Dorvane from expressing any doubt. When Haldir pulled away, his eyes were sparkling with happiness and love as he pulled his husband even closer. “You have not only my heart, Dorvane, but my soul as well. One day you will understand that.”

Haldir’s moan made Dorvane’s softening sex twitch as well. He couldn’t respond before Haldir’s mouth descended on his own and he found himself smiling as they drew apart but still held one another close. He wasn’t sure how to answer Haldir, wasn’t sure he could risk truly believing. He simply closed his eyes and held his lover tighter. “Perhaps so, love. Perhaps so.”

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