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Darkness and Light (NC-17)
Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean11 August 2009 | 145537 words
Chapter 3
Faramir felt relief wash through him as they were lowered, though his legs gave as soon as his weight was on them. He almost cried out but then arms were around him, Haldir’s arms and they lowered slowly to the floor. He didn’t pay attention to the guard simply continued to stare at Haldir. “Why did you do that?” he asked after a moment. “Goad him… and… and… why did you kiss me?”
Haldir ignored the first question and pulled Faramir against him so that his bleeding body wouldn’t be on the cold and rather dirty floor. “I wanted to kiss you,” he said softly, biting back the pain as he tried to find a position that allowed them both to be as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. “I am sorry if you objected… I just… I wanted to distract you, but more that that, I couldn’t help myself. For a while there, all I saw and felt were your lips, and I somehow hoped I could make you feel the same way and ease your pain.”
Faramir whimpered as they shifted on the floor, both of them trying to find the most comfortable position, though it seemed almost impossible. His body ached everywhere and unbelievably he as still aroused because the guards had not removed that thing from inside him. Each time he moved just the right way it both disgusted and aroused him at the same time. He focused on Haldir’s words though. “I am not saying I object I just… I was surprised and a little confused. I am glad to know you wanted to kiss me and it was not just to… just to distract me. I… enjoyed it and even for a moment forgot where we were,” he whispered. His arms were free now but they ached so much he couldn’t lift them to sink into Haldir’s hair as he’d dreamed.
“The next time,” Haldir said, wincing as one of the sorer parts of his backside was ground against the floor, “if I am not with you, think of that kiss, then, and know that it helped me as much as it helped you.” He looked around the room, still cradling Faramir against him, and had the grace to look embarrassed. “Usually, after something like this, they… they will take us. I think we may escape that fate today, but…” He nodded down between them, where both their sexes lay full and hard, almost, but not quite touching. “I… do you need… I mean…” He had never been this unsure of himself with his other “companions”, but then again, neither had he felt this protective of any of them. “I can help you get relief, or I can remove the plug or… both. Whatever you would like.”
Faramir felt his formerly pale face flush as Haldir spoke and looked down at their bodies. They were both aroused. Knowing that Haldir was too had helped him somewhat but it was embarrassing just the same. They were thrust into this situation together, not even really knowing one another, attracted if the kiss meant anything but Gods… though the alternative of remaining in pain or waiting for the guards to come back and roughly removing the plug wasn’t a pleasant thought at all. “We can perhaps… help each other if… if you want. I am afraid if we do not take care of it ourselves the alternative will be much worse.”
“I have no doubt about that,” Haldir agreed, gently pulling Faramir closer. He rolled over a bit and was careful to place his hands on Faramir’s back where there seemed to be no welts. After a moment, they were facing one another, mere inches apart and Haldir’s lips were close to Faramir’s once again. “Let me,” he murmured, sliding one hand between them and wrapping his fingers around both their arousals, finding that Faramir was just as hard and as he himself was. “Maybe you could just kiss me again? That’s all I think I need to finish quickly.”
Faramir winced a few times as his body brushed against the floor, fresh welts and wounds aching and burning but the ache between his legs was starting to become even more uncomfortable. He licked his lips, finding they burned as his tongue moved over places where he’d bitten himself but it wasn’t painful enough not to want to kiss Haldir. He moaned as a firm hand wrapped around him and he could feel the heat of Haldir’s arousal pressed against his own. “Gods…” he murmured and nodded. “Yes,” he answered softly as he leaned forward and pressed his swollen lips against Haldir’s. The pressure was gentle and sweet, their tongues tracing and lingering and then growing bolder as Haldir’s hand began to move between them. As aroused as he was, Faramir wasn’t sure he would last long at all, the plug inside him nudging his sweet spot each time he moved. He’d never even imagined things like this before and now he was in this place and this time doing something so… debauched almost of his own free will with someone who truly did excite him. He pushed his guilt and confusion away as his need grew even more and Haldir’s hand began to speed up between them.
It was a sweet, simple pleasure they shared, despite everything that had happened before and was sure to happen afterward, Haldir thought. Even the pain from the welts on his back and legs didn’t burn quite as much as the heat of Faramir’s mouth seemed to fill him. He’d somehow managed to pull Faramir on top of him, and his abused back was lying directly on the floor, but he barely noticed. All he could see was Faramir’s face, all he could hear was the soft moans that filled his mouth as they fell from Faramir’s lips; and Gods… all he could feel were their bodies touching, each offering comfort and hope in a place that lacked both. He pulled away only enough to catch the other man’s gaze and took a deep breath. “Coming…” he panted, leaning up and capturing Faramir’s lips again in an even deeper kiss as his fingers tightened on their arousals and his hand moved even more quickly.
What was happening was something that Faramir could never have imagined, practically writhing on top of the Elf as his desire overrode the pain and shame of what had happened. Nothing mattered at this moment in time but the two of them and the current connection they shared. Maybe it was so many strong emotions flooding through him fueling it all… the one thing he could control in this place, fear, pain, shame even confusion seemed to fuel his need. It wasn’t something he could understand and wasn’t sure if he wanted to. The skin around the still fresh piercing burned from sweat, the fresh welts on his body burned as well, his backside ached each time his body clenched around the thing still buried inside him but none of it mattered. Everything in him was focused on Haldir and this need between them. When the Elf drew away panting, Faramir was in much the same state and as he heard the single word a low moan escaped as their lips met again, his body arching against Haldir’s as he cried out against his lips.
In almost no time at all, Haldir felt his cock pulse against his palm just as he felt Faramir grind against him. That, plus the delicious taste of the perfect mouth sealed over his own sent him over the edge moments later. His back arched up off the floor, taking Faramir with him, but keeping a close hold on him, and he moaned loudly feeling his balls emptying between them, covering both their skin and Haldir’s still stroking hand. Even as he continued moving, he could only think and say one word again and again. “Faramir.”
Within moments Faramir felt and heard Haldir’s release and his own followed at almost the exact same moment, the tension snapping and sending wave after wave of pleasure flooding through him and overriding the pain. It seemed strange, he’d just been beaten and abused mere minutes ago but at that single moment he felt more alive and more free than he ever had as they came together. What was happening to him? More than that, should he be afraid of those feelings coursing through him or not? Because at that moment he knew, this gorgeous Elf who had shared his punishment today without complaint, even goading them to take more of it… Faramir felt his heart not only softening to Haldir but opening to him as well. So easily he could lose his heart. It was ironic perhaps? Feeling this way in a place… in a prison like this. He stared at Haldir for a long moment, still panting as their gazes locked. No words passed between them but their eyes seemed to say everything they could not speak.
Haldir couldn’t seem to look away… nor did he want to. Slowly, the pain seemed to seep back into his body, the cold floor beneath them irritated the welts and lacerations across his back and shoulders, and the plug buried deep inside him was a painful reminder of the lack of preparation he’d received as it had been inserted. Still, it didn’t seem to matter. In the blue depths of Faramir’s eyes, he saw so much – so many hopes, dreams, so much innocence, and possibilities beyond counting if, by some miracle they could escape this place together. That, of course, was impossible, though, and he knew it.
Gathering Faramir gently against him, Haldir sat up and finally broke their gazes. “I have been forced to be intimate with other prisoners before,” he admitted, “but never in my eight years here, have I actually craved it with ever fiber of my being like I do with you.” As he spoke, he tried to soothe away the ache in Faramir’s body, wishing they were back in their ‘home’ with the ointments he’d made the night before. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough after all they’d done?”
Faramir came back to himself slowly, each and every ache and pain making itself known with renewed vigor it seemed but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the fact that he’d wanted Haldir, more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life and that was the one thing the monsters that held them couldn’t take away from him. He smiled just a little as they sat up, the smile dimming just a bit. “You did not hurt me… they did but never you. Never you, Haldir,” he whispered. Sitting up made the plug inside him shift and he gasped. “Can we… can we remove those or will they be angry if we do?”
Haldir winced and nodded, then pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Faramir’s mouth. “We can take them out,” he said. “When the others return, they will either not notice, and take us back to our room, or they’ll be glad the plugs have been removed so they can take us. It will depend on their mood.” He took Faramir’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “They hurt coming out almost as much a going in after a beating,” he warned, leaning forward, then reaching behind him to tug on the base of the plug. “Your muscles tense up and the skin is sometimes torn where the belt cut.” He pulled as he spoke, wincing as his guardian muscle, which had been tight, just as he’d said, stretched and expanded to release the object buried inside him. He finally laid the plug on the ground behind them. “Gods, I hope they just let us go home.”
Faramir cringed when Haldir said that the guards might take them, but he always knew it was a possibility especially after the day before. He flinched as Haldir removed his own and wished there was something there in the cell to help with the pain. “I hope so too, though I wish home meant home,” he whispered as he struggled to his knees trying to figure out the right way to remove it. It felt like it was almost permanently a part of him for a moment and he tried to relax but just the thought of the pain of it made him tense more. “I…” he hung his head. “I do not think I can do it…” he whispered trembling.
Getting to his knees as well, Haldir slipped one hand beneath Faramir’s hair to rest on the back of his neck, pulling the trembling young man closer to lean against him. “I forgot to show you the rose bush just beneath our window,” he whispered, resting his lips just over Faramir’s ear and speaking soothingly. “We cannot touch it, because Saruman has made sure we cannot touch any of the outside world, but when we get back, I will show it to you. It has the most beautiful roses I have ever seen, rivaling even those in Lothlórien. The petals are the deepest shade of red you can imagine, and I’ve always thought to touch one would be like touching one of the velvet robes my Lady wears when she dances with Lord Celeborn at the winter festivals.” Slowly, his hand reached down as he spoke of the rose bush, and gently began working the plug from Faramir’s body, tenfold more slowly than he’d removed his own. His free arm held the still trembling body close, but he could see he had Faramir’s full attention and that he didn’t seem to be feeling too much as the plug was carefully worked out. By the time he’d finished telling of Galadriel’s favorite spider-spun festival robe, the plug was free, and lying on the ground beside Haldir’s.
Faramir felt skittish and suddenly very shy as Haldir pulled him closer but then his words against his ear, the way he was speaking help to ease the trembling. He took in a shuddering breath as he tried to focus on the images that Haldir’s words brought to his mind. It did help him relax a little, though he was still afraid it would hurt more than he could bear. He’d been in pain before they had started and he knew this wouldn’t be easy. He jumped a little as he felt Haldir’s hand wrap around the base of it, but he focused on the words the Elf spoke rather than on what was happening. Faramir closed his eyes and tried harder to relax and soon he felt his muscles give and the thick, hard length was drawn from him. He winced when he saw the blood staining it and would have probably collapsed from the mixture of pain and relief he felt if Haldir hadn’t been holding him so tightly.
Haldir pressed soft kisses to Faramir’s forehead as he waited for the pain to fade, wishing there was more he could do to help. Before he could speak, the door behind Faramir was flung open and three of the largest guards were there, leering at both the Elf and the Man. The Elf’s arms tightened protectively around Faramir’s shoulders. “Pretend you passed out,” he hissed as he looked calmly at the guards. “I am afraid Dorvane got carried away. He beat this man so badly he passed out, and I know you boys don’t find it sporting to take an unconscious man.”
Faramir was so taken with the sweet kisses that he luckily did not flinch badly when the door flung open. The whispered words against his ear weren’t terribly far from what he felt like doing anyway. He closed his eyes and relaxed his body further against Haldir’s, pretending that he was unconscious. He was thankful for what Haldir was doing but then the Elf wasn’t unconscious… what if the guards decided to take him? Trying not to tense or react in any way he tried to beg the Valar to somehow intercede. But of course in this place prayers seemed to be of no use.
The guards looked at each other and sighed. Dorvane did have a way of taking the fun of out these things some times, but of course, they could never complain about it. “Take the Man back to your quarters then you return. We have… business to discuss with you.” Most of the guards were crude and sadistic, but Ronan, however, thought he was above them in both manners and consideration. Unlike the others who simply preferred to tell their prisoners to “bend over so they could fuck ‘em raw,” Ranon preferred to call it ‘business,’ a fact Haldir for once, was thankful for, as he truly didn’t want Faramir to stir and have to undergo anything else today. There would be time enough for that, probably as early as tomorrow.
Before Faramir could protest or ‘wake’, Haldir was standing and heading toward the door, holding the young man’s head firmly so that his face was buried against Haldir’s neck and he couldn’t speak. They were back in their rooms a moment later and he was laying Faramir down on their bed, careful not to put pressure on his wounds as the guards waited outside the door. “I will not be long,” he said softy. “You rest. When I return, I will put some more salve on your back and make some more tea.”
Faramir’s fingers tightened into fists when the guard said that Haldir was to return, but at the least passing through the doorway again might offer some healing to the Elf before he had to endure what the guards would do. Faramir frowned and chanced to open his eyes; grateful that Haldir’s long golden hair shielded him from the guards gaze. “You will be the one needing tending I suspect,” he whispered sadly. Not understanding why Haldir was letting him pretend this way. He clutched Haldir’s hand between them. “Thank you… I do not think I could have… have… just… just thank you.”
Moving so that his body blocked the guard’s view of the bed, Haldir smiled and gently pressed his lips against Faramir’s. “You can thank me by not moving until I return,” he said softly. “Then we can relax and I will show you that rose bush.” One of the guards growled, and Haldir gave a soft sigh as he squeezed, then released Faramir’s hand. “Do not worry about me. I am used to this. Remember I have endured it for 8 years now.”
Faramir frowned sadly, but managed to relax his features before Haldir drew away, his heart clenching in his chest and his stomach rolling from what the Elf was about to endure yet again and yet again for him. His eyes closed just as Haldir pulled away completely and he felt suddenly cold and lonely as soon as he heard the door close behind them. That was when the tears came sliding from beneath closed eyelids to land on the pillow below him. How had his life come to this? How could he ever consider himself honorable by allowing someone else to endure such a thing and he himself pretend to be unconscious? It wasn’t right, but he knew he was trapped now. To get up and move around the room left him open to being seen by guards and then Haldir’s sacrifice would be for nothing at all and likely even worse on them both for deceiving them.
It was almost an hour later when Haldir came limping slowly back into the pretty little prison they called home. He was trying his best not to show any pain, and in truth, they had done less to him today than normal, simply because they had been on a rather long patrol and were a bit tired. The Elf had endured much, much worse, and was anxious to get back to Faramir to make sure he was fairing well after his ‘punishment.’ The guards escorted him to the door, watched him walk in, and then closed the door behind him, on their way to dinner.
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