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Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 5

The rest of that day the guards left Haldir and Faramir alone. They slept several hours but when they awoke both were hungry and still sore but they pushed past the soreness in favor of fixing a meal. They did that together, Faramir insisting he help prepare it. Neither of them could stand to sit on the wooden chairs at the table so they brought the food to the bed and lay half on their sides to eat and talk. Faramir shared stories of his childhood, his brother and his life as a ranger while Haldir shared tales of the Golden Wood and his long life there as a guardian.

They discussed books and the outdoors and their mutual love of them and Faramir found that when Haldir spoke or laughed the pain of his own injuries seemed to dim. Later that evening they helped one another clean up from dinner as well as carefully bathe.

They each chose books to read and settled in the large bed, reading and simply trying not to think of what would happen the next day. There was no set routine there, Haldir had explained, sometimes keeping them for a whole day, sometimes several, sometimes coming back the same day or sometimes leaving them be for several days at a time. It was random and he’d had to force himself long ago not to focus on it too much. They came for him when they came for him; it was as simple as that.

Faramir had a far more difficult time with the concept of not knowing what might happen the next day or even the next hour but Haldir helped him keep from focusing on it too much.

By the time they fell asleep they were curled up with one another and Faramir, despite the circumstances, for some reason felt safe in Haldir’s arms.

Despite the pain and fear, Haldir had finally remembered what it was to smile again – something he thought he’d forgotten long ago. Faramir brought that out in him, however, and he found himself doing everything he could to keep Faramir smiling as well. As they’d taken care of each other over the course of the day, they’d lost all shame, knowing that there was nothing they could see or feel that the other hadn’t – or wouldn’t – eventually feel themselves. There was only gentleness between them, both Man and Elf naturally making their touches light and soothing, tender and sweet. When they finally slept again, Haldir had simply opened his arms to Faramir, who seemed to fit into his embrace perfectly, and held him close, and they fell asleep within moments of each other.

Both were startled to hear keys in the lock on the door and the door open early the next morning. Haldir pulled the sheet and blanket protectively over Faramir and glared toward the doorway. “Dorvane.” The word was said with as much disdain as he dared, and he was rewarded with a sharp jolt of pain to his groin as Dorvane, whose hand was in his pocket, ran his thumb over the dial that matched Haldir’s ring of submission. Haldir’s eyes watered and his knees drew up, but he kept a firm hold on Faramir, praying they would give the young man at least another day’s reprieve.

Faramir had hoped today they would be left alone, but he knew all along it was a slim hope. He clung to Haldir, trying to soothe him as his body stiffened in pain in reaction to the damnable submission ring. He wanted to protect Haldir but he couldn’t. All he could do was try to offer comfort as their tormentor entered the room sneering at them.

Dorvane turned off the ring, but was infuriated by the look of defiance that was still in the Elf’s eyes. He would break the creature. It might take years, but he was in no hurry… he had all the time in the world. “Both of you, come with me,” he snapped, turning and leaving two guards to escort his prisoners to his favorite ‘play room.’ “And be quick about it!”

Haldir closed his eyes and rested his head against Faramir’s for a moment, running a hand along his back. “I am fine,” he said softly, though his balls still ached and were already beginning to swell from the pain the ring had caused. “I…” Before he could finish, one of the guards crossed the room, grabbed, Haldir by the arm and drug him from the bed. Haldir released Faramir just in time so that he wouldn’t be drug out of the bed too, but saw that it didn’t matter – the second guard was taking care of that himself.

Faramir knew the pain of the submission ring and knew Haldir wasn’t ‘fine’ by any means and gave him as encouraging a look as he could before the Elf was being practically ripped from his arms. He yelped when the guard dragged him off the opposite side of the bed, each injury from the day before screaming to life again. His muscles were stiff and he had trouble walking as the guard pushed him and he stumbled a little before finding his feet again. He saw that Haldir was being drug by the other guard his hand tightly fisted around the Elf’s wrist just as the other guard grabbed his arm in the same menacing grip. He knew his eyes were wide and terrified, but he forced himself not to tremble as they moved. Passing through the doorway he felt the healing magic wash over him, the welts on his back not hurting nearly as much and felt himself feel stronger than he had before, but not nearly enough. Faramir almost flinched when they entered the room Dorvane had chosen; it was filled with all sorts of… what looked to him to be torture devices among other things.

“Tie the Elf over the black bench,” Dorvane ordered, gesturing toward a black leather bench in the center of the room. It had many uses, but today, its function would be clear. Haldir was forced to lean over the padded bench, resting his chest against the rail in the middle. His wrists were stretched out in front of him, and his knees were bent and resting on two smaller rails on each side of the contraption. Naturally, he thought dryly, the knee benches had been spread as far apart as possible, leaving him as open and exposed as he could be. The guards deftly secured his legs to the railings, then used a thin leather belt to wrap around his waist, assuring the guards that he couldn’t move. Lastly, his hair was gathered and pulled to one side, so as not to soften the blows if he received any punishment. All the while, one guard held Faramir firmly as the others prepared their prisoner for the morning fun.

Faramir watched as Haldir was tied to the bench, his body spread that way. To treat one so beautiful this way made Faramir furious and he had to bite his tongue to keep from saying anything that would only make matters worse for both of them. He kept his eyes fixed on Haldir’s back, afraid to look anywhere else. The guard pushed him forward to another contraption, a bar hanging from the ceiling just above his head and directly in front of Haldir. His hands were cuffed to it, not like the day before though. He was not hanging from his wrists, his feet were still on the ground, where they cuffed them too his legs spread wide apart to rings in the floor. It didn’t keep his body tense though like the day before, it allowed him some small amount of movement forwards or back and he had no idea what they had planned for him. A beating or… something else?

Haldir bit his lip as he saw how Faramir was restrained. He’d been in those very shackles so many times before. He wanted to look away; unable to bear watching this man he already cared for, but at the same time, knew he couldn’t. “Remember to relax and breathe,” he said softly. “Close your eyes, or look into mine and remember the good things in your life, not the bad.” As he spoke, a guard moved behind him, a fact that Haldir sensed easily, but didn’t acknowledge as he concentrated on Faramir. He relaxed as much as he could, but the first stinging blow across his backside with the wide, textured paddle still caught him off guard.

Faramir could do little except watch Haldir or close his eyes and somehow he had the notion that if he did close his eyes, Dorvane who was watching him closely might punish him worse or worse still, punish Haldir more severely. He kept his eyes fixed on Haldir’s, winced and cringed when the first paddle blow landed on the Elf’s backside but had little time to even consider anything else before something smacked against his own rear still so abused from the last few days. Gods, had it only been three days in this place? He bit his lip against the pain of the blows, watching Haldir’s eyes and trying beyond hope to keep his mind clear and his body relaxed. It was hard to do, each blow made his body tense and before he could relax again the next fell. They concentrated their blows this time only on his backside just as they were to Haldir and a part of him could tell they were not seeking blood this time.

Never looking away, Haldir felt as if each blow to Faramir’s backside was added to his own. He wanted to tear apart every single guard in the room, and then slowly and painfully kill Dorvane. Bad enough they hurt Rúmil, but now Faramir, who was so very innocent, and had merely only been in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Haldir’s backside was practically glowing a dark, purplish red from the force of the blows. Faramir seemed to be in much the same position, his face pale, his body damp with sweat, his eyes full of pain, and Haldir would have given anything then to just hold him and take him away from this place.

Faramir had no way of knowing that his thoughts and Haldir’s thoughts were echoes of one another. He too wished to take Haldir away from this place, to hold and soothe him and forget about the pain. But right now there was no way to avoid the pain, it flared each time he was hit, forcing his body to rock forward and his ankles to ache where the shackles bit into him. He wasn’t sure how long it was, how many times they had hit him and hit Haldir but the blows seemed to become weaker as the guard’s arms tired. Faramir simply stared ahead, kept watching Haldir’s face and trying to think of anything but where they were and what was happening.

It took Haldir a moment to realize the blows had stopped. He shifted as much as he could in his restraints and watched in relief as the guards freed Faramir’s arms and legs. Having participated in too many of these little rituals, however, he knew they were only getting started. No one made any move to free him he glanced away from Faramir for only a moment to see Dorvane approach the young man with a long life-like phallus in his hand. He grabbed Faramir’s hand and closed his fingers over the handle, then glared at Faramir. “Use this on the Elf to open him up for us,” he demanded. “If you don’t… then I will, and I think we both know which he would prefer don’t you?”

Faramir almost collapsed when they released him, his backside stinging and hot as the guards unlocked the shackles around his ankles that were now raw and bleeding. His eyes widened as Dorvane approached with the phallus and he stared at him for a moment before the words snapped him to move forward. As he walked stiffly around Haldir’s body, tears stung his eyes to see how abused his backside was, knowing his own was likely in the same shape though it hurt him worse seeing Haldir it seemed. He swallowed hard and tried to kneel behind him, almost crying out from the pain of the movement. Gods, he didn’t want to do this… not that he wouldn’t enjoy being with Haldir sexually but not like this opening him for someone else while he was still in so much pain. There was nothing to ease the way, and the phallus was far too big to just use… well the guards or Dorvane would have but not Faramir. Shaking, he stuck two fingers in his mouth, wetting them as much as he could and then carefully touched Haldir’s backside to part the reddish purple globes. Gods, he knew just that touch hurt, but he tried his best to be gentle as his fingers sought out the heat of his body. Slowly he pushed forward, beyond the tight guardian ring, hoping that the others wouldn’t become too impatient with him and make him hurt Haldir.

Haldir’s hands knotted into tight fists as Faramir gently touched him. Finally, he could close his eyes, and did so, all the while keeping his teeth clenched together, not wanting to give Dorvane the satisfaction of crying out or add to Faramir’s guilt about what he was being forced to do. As long fingers pressed against him, he felt his muscles give way, and allow the digits entrance. His backside still felt as if it was on fire, but the thought of Faramir’s touching him so intimately made him feel more than pain… much, much more than pain. At the mere idea, he felt his sex fill and harden beneath him. Dorvane enjoyed making him aroused, and at times could only do so with direct stimulation or a particular setting on his submission ring, but Faramir… Faramir didn’t even have to try. He couldn’t speak to let Faramir know what he was feeling, but he could move just enough to push back against the delving fingers, pushing them in deeper, knowing Faramir would understand. Inner muscles contracted around the questing digits, the Elf’s only way of telling Faramir that he was fine, that he wasn’t hurting him, and that, gods help him, he would still welcome being taken by Faramir despite his sore backside.

He hated himself for it, Faramir thought as he continued but it was fact. He desired Haldir and that fact was starting to make itself known as he prepared him as gently as he possibly could with their audience. When Haldir rocked back against him and muscles tightened voluntarily around his fingers he almost gasped. Gods, he wanted him so badly that he almost forgot his audience for a moment. He wanted to lean forward to gently kiss his lover’s abused backside, to let him know that he cared and that he would not hurt him if he had a choice about it. He felt Dorvane’s gaze on him and saw that the man was growing impatient. “Do it already!” the man growled and Faramir almost flinched. Carefully he withdrew his fingers and hoped that the phallus would not hurt Haldir too badly. He slowly began to insert it, knowing that Haldir was not nearly prepared enough for it but also knowing that Dorvane was at the end of his patience.

Haldir regretted the loss of Faramir’s fingers, which left him feeling empty and cold, though he knew what was coming next. As the phallus moved against him, he felt his skin and the still tight ring of muscles stretch to accommodate it, and hissed softly as it moved deeper. Forcing himself to stay relaxed, he felt the end of the damnable object brush over his prostate and despite himself, he jumped slightly and felt his arousal grow even harder. The guards often forced prisoners to take each other as they watched and to his utter humiliation, he found himself hoping that they would do just that and that he could feel Faramir inside him completely before the rest of them took their pleasure. He moaned softly, just loud enough for Faramir to hear, but it wasn’t a moan of pain.

Faramir was shaking as he pushed the phallus deeper inside, he kept his movements slow and easy, not wanting to hurt Haldir, though he knew that the considerable girth of the thing would stretch him more than was comfortable at first. Though when he felt Haldir jump and then heard the soft moan, he gasped, only realizing that he was panting as he watched the long shaft disappear inside the Elf. His own arousal was hard and dripping now, he felt ashamed of it, knowing that Dorvane would see and know but not able to do anything about it. When the phallus was buried deep inside, Faramir began to withdraw it only slightly, just enough to angle it and provide Haldir the most pleasure he could by brushing solidly against his sweet spot.

If Haldir’s hands were free, he would have reached down and fisted himself, but the most he could manage was a subtle shift of his hips on the bench. The stretch and burn of his inner muscles was almost gone now, and even the ache from the paddle was fading somewhat as he concentrated on the pleasure Faramir was giving him.

Lifting his head, he looked around the room to see that most of the guards already had their cocks out and were stroking them as they leered at the show being put on in the middle of the room.

After a moment, Dorvane moved forward, grabbed the phallus from Faramir’s hands and shoved it hard and deep inside Haldir’s body without warning. “Enough preparation,” he snapped. “It’s time for the main course.” He pushed Faramir away, removed the phallus, and lined himself up against Haldir’s opening, pushing inside in one solid thrust. “Keep quiet, Ranger, and I might even let you have him as well,” he grinned, slapping Haldir’s backside and finally causing the Elf to cry out as he set up a fast, almost frantic pace and took his pleasure.

Faramir startled as Dorvane pushed the phallus deep inside Haldir’s body and bit back a yelp of pain as he fell backwards onto his abused bottom. He scooted away, not wishing to witness what was happening and crawled on his hands and knees until he was in front of Haldir, none of the guards seemed to care what he was doing, and at the moment neither did Dorvane. He moved closer, hoping that he could help make this easier for Haldir. Faramir didn’t speak, only leaned forward and brushed a lock of hair behind Haldir’s ear and then leaning closer he kissed him gently. Hoping that somehow his kiss would help take Haldir’s mind off who was so brutally taking him now. And Dorvane, seeing the obvious affection between the Man and Elf began thrusting more cruelly and viscously than before, slamming into Haldir with what could only be described as rage and the need to hurt him as much as possible.

Haldir’s eyes were closed and he was almost startled at the gentle touch of Faramir’s fingers against his hair. As their lips met, he let go of some of the pain of being used so cruelly and simply took comfort in the fact that Faramir was there, helping him, not condemning him or finding him distasteful. A particularly hard thrust into his entrance pushed him forward a bit, and he gave Faramir a tired smile. The guards were laughing and making crude jokes around them, not caring what he or Faramir were doing or saying, and he spoke softly. “I hoped they would let you be the first,” he confessed. “Gods, I want you. Even after they are finished… I know you may not want me anymore, especially until after I am clean but the only thing giving me hope right now is thinking that you and I can make love soon…” His words were whispered against soft, full lips and he kissed Faramir again before the he could answer and either agree… or refuse.

Faramir was surprised by Haldir’s words though they had admitted before they were attracted to one another and there had been a sexual tension between them but neither had felt well enough to act on it. Before he could answer he was caught up in another deep kiss, and simply let himself go, let himself kiss Haldir until he was dizzy, his tongue exploring his hopefully soon to be lover’s mouth as Dorvane took what he wanted. This was their escape, the only one they had and as long as none of the others cared then Faramir was determined to help Haldir through this.

A final hard thrust let Haldir know that Dorvane was close, and moments later, he was filled with the heat of the slavemaster’s seed deep inside him. Dorvane pulled away roughly, causing Haldir to gasp and another, thicker cock took the master’s place, stretching the Elf’s entrance even wider. He didn’t pull away from the kiss, however, and heard one guard comment on it. Dorvane’s only comment was that he couldn’t care less, if it kept the Elf from fighting back, but his words seemed strained and unnatural.

It took almost no time at all for the second guard, then the third to finish, and they all stood back, staring at the Man and Elf in the middle of the room. “So, ranger, do you want to fuck him, or take him back to your rooms? I couldn’t care less what you do, I just want him gone from my sight.”

When Dorvane finished and then the second guard took him, Faramir cupped Haldir’s face in his hands, continuing to kiss him and whisper to him softly, nonsensical words just to soothe him. He was relieved by the time the third guard took his turn, none of them lasting very long. Faramir’s fingers threaded through soft golden hair and simply continued to watch Haldir. “I will take him back to our rooms,” he said softly as he stood. He was still obviously hard, the submission ring not allowing an arousal to fade easily. It was clear that the guards were not going to help him unfasten Haldir from the bench so he did it as carefully as he could.

Haldir was not the least surprised that Faramir didn’t want him after the guards had used him. Who could blame him? As he stood, wincing as the swollen flesh on his backside stretched, he gingerly rolled his arms and hips to loosen them and tried not to let the feeling of the guards’ release running down the inside of his thigh or his quite painful arousal, or the rings of blood around his wrists and ankles where he’d be bound affect him. He glared at Dorvane and with a much dignity as possibly, reached out one hand to rest at Faramir’s lower back, gently urging him forward, careful not to touch his reddened backside. The Elf’s legs were unsteady, but he did his best not to let it show, and as soon as they were outside of the room, he removed his hand from Faramir’s back, thinking he wouldn’t want to feel his touch at least until he’d bathed and rid himself of the guards’ smell. “Are you all right?” he asked softly as they limped down the hallway with two guards behind them.

The sound of the shackles falling away was incredibly loud in the silent room and Faramir watched Haldir closely trying to understand the things he saw in his eyes. He almost seemed… disappointed? That was ridiculous wasn’t it? He felt Haldir’s hand on his back and was comforted by that though until they reached the hallway and then Haldir’s hand fell away, Faramir reached out and curled his hand around the Elf’s careful not to hurt his wrist. “I am fine… it is you I am worried about,” he whispered to keep the guards from overhearing them.

Long Elven fingers automatically curled around Faramir’s hand, though Haldir refused to look at Faramir, certain he would see nothing but pity in his eyes if he did. “I am fine. This is nothing compared to what they usually do.” He said nothing else until they were inside their rooms, where he released Faramir’s hand and went to work. Ignoring the pain that seemed to be everywhere, even in his back and legs from the way he’d been bound for so long, not to mention his backside, he nevertheless began gathering water to put over the fire for a bath as he always did when he was able. “Lie down and I will make some more salve while the water warms,” he said softly, trying to keep the catch from his voice. “You should bathe first, while the water is still clean.”

When they entered the room it seemed that Haldir never stopped moving. Faramir had the easier time of it, he was not used as Haldir had been and it should be him taking care of the Elf not the other way around! He looked up when Haldir told him to bathe first and shook his head. “I will not… you should be the one lying down, Haldir… please,” he went to him and took one of the cauldrons of water to put over the fire. “Let me,” he said softly as he tried to look into blue eyes that were avoiding his gaze. “What is it? Why will you not let me help you, Haldir?”

Haldir was almost torn at the tone of Faramir’s voice, but he was too confused to simply pretend everything was well. Thankfully, his humiliation from the guards plus the knowledge that Faramir didn’t want him was making his erection soften despite the ring around its base. Still, he felt exposed in a way he hadn’t since Faramir had been brought here, and quickly tied a large towel around his waist. “You can help me when I need it,” he said, shaking his head. Then he remembered the soothing kisses and sweet words Faramir had whispered, and was more confused than ever – not to mention sorry for his less than kind words. “I… thank you for the kisses, though. They helped more than you could ever know.” This time, the words were softer, kinder, and he hoped to at least erase a bit of the unease that had suddenly sprung up between them. “I… understand why you didn’t want me though. Even the other prisoners who hated Elves took me when I was offered, just to relieve the pain of their arousals. They didn’t mind the… the mess, but you were raised differently, I know…”

Faramir was stung slightly by Haldir’s words and stared at him in confusion himself as he spoke. It seemed they were both not exactly understanding one another and when Haldir went on, Faramir’s mouth actually dropped open. “I… I didn’t want you?” he said in confusion. “Haldir… I wanted you. I still want you but I was not about to add to your pain or humiliation in that room… I was not about to have our first time together that way be tarnished by those… those animals standing there watching in enjoyment. I wanted you but I wasn’t about to take you tied to a bench! Gods… I want to make love to you and you to me, not… not rape you,” he said shaking his head and turning to place the water over the fire. With his back still to Haldir he hung his head as he stared into the flames. “I care about you… I kissed you because I care about you… and because I care about you, it would have killed me to add to your pain.”

Watching the stiffness of Faramir’s back as he stared into the fire, Haldir tried to work through what he said. No one else had ever refused to take him – not even the other prisoners he had become friends with. Faramir was… confusing at the very least, but what he said did make sense. Haldir had done much the same, taking his fellow prisoners when ordered to appease the guards and avoid the pain of the submission ring, but he’d always been as gentle as he could. Still, he couldn’t imagine taking Faramir that way, though he was sure that sometime in the future, he would be forced to.

He took a few tentative steps toward Faramir and stood behind him. “There will come a time when you will have no choice but to take me, restrained or otherwise,” he said softly. “But just now… I was afraid you found me… distasteful, especially after all the others had had their pleasure. I found myself distasteful, so how could you not?”

Faramir nodded, knowing that Haldir’s words were true about not having a choice but this time there was one. He turned though when Haldir went on. “I do not find you distasteful… not at all,” he whispered and to prove his point caught Haldir’s chin in his hand and kissed him tenderly. “I do want you but not if it meant hurting you if I had a choice about it. We do not get many choices here, Haldir… but my choice would be to make love to you as an equal… where you can touch me too, not tied to some… thing,” he whispered.

Haldir’s arms wound around Faramir’s body and he pulled him closer. His eyes closed and he simply breathed in the fresh scent of the man that remained despite all he’d been through. Soft lips moved against his own and he closed his eyes, wondering what it was that made this man so different from the rest who’d been brought here. “Forgive me?” he whispered, pressing tiny, soft kisses over Faramir’s face and trailing them down his neck. “I simply misunderstood.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” Faramir whispered as his arms wrapped around Haldir, the ache of his body forgotten as soft lips pressed against his skin. “I just had no idea you would think… that I would not want you. Gods, nothing could be further from the truth, though I can see why you thought it,” his words trailed off as Haldir’s lips moved along his neck and his fingers sank into soft golden hair. “When… when I had to prepare you, I forgot about them, forgot about everything but the two of us… I wanted to kiss you so badly, to soothe you and hold you and make love to you the way that you deserve. With kindness and passion… and with love.”

With love. The words seemed to wind their way around Haldir’s heart and he knew he wanted the same thing for Faramir… kindness, passion and love. “I forgot about them too,” he murmured against soft dark hair. “I closed my eyes and simply imagined you making love to me… which was why, I think I was… worried when you did not.” He looked over toward the still heating water and gave Faramir a tentative smile. “If… if I cleaned up a bit, would you still be interested in making love to me tonight? Would you still want me even after all you’ve seen today, and even after knowing that what is to come will likely be much, much worse for us both?”

Faramir wrapped his arms tighter around Haldir, careful not to hurt some of the welts still left from the day before that the magic of the threshold hadn’t healed. “I would love that… but only if you are not in too much pain… though I imagine if we both wait until we are pain free… well it will probably be longer than either of us care to wait,” he said softly and shook his head. “But let me help you? Please, I want to help you and it really has nothing to do with fairness… I simply want to take care of you,” he whispered. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant to want someone like this or even have the feelings he felt for Haldir when they obviously had no future in a place like this but he knew what he felt growing in his heart was more than admiration, friendship and desire.

Haldir nodded and tucked the hair back behind Faramir’s ears before giving him a sweet, chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Aye. I would appreciate some help, but only if you let me help you as well. You were beaten as badly as I was, and you are not used to it.” He nodded toward the fireplace and held one hand over the bucket of water. “I think this is warm enough. If you want to get this ready, I will make more ointment to take away some of the pain from those damnable paddles.”

Faramir smiled just a little as Haldir kissed him and nodded. “We will help each other,” he whispered and set to work adding some crushed herbs to the water like he’d seen Haldir do before and then scooping the water into a bowl while Haldir worked making the salve they had already had to use so many times since his arrival. Faramir went to a shelf where towels were kept, grateful for them being clean and soft and moved slowly over to the bed. Neither of them could move quickly, each sore from everything they’d been through. Thankfully his worry earlier when he and Haldir misunderstood each other and the work he could concentrate on him now allowed his arousal to wan though he still ached. Glancing over at Haldir, he simply took in how beautiful the Elf was, despite it all… eight years of this place; he was the most gorgeous creature Faramir had ever seen.

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