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Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 6

They worked together making the various medicines they needed and helping one another. This time Faramir insisted he take care of Haldir first, which was almost a little argument in itself… and Faramir almost didn’t win it. Once he had tended to Haldir, then the Elf did the same for him, even tending the wounds on his ankles from the shackles. The tea they drank was a healing one as well and put them both to sleep for a few hours, allowing their bodies to relax and let the various herbs help to heal them.

When Faramir woke up again he did feel better, though when he rolled a certain way he certainly remembered exactly what had happened earlier that day. Sitting in chairs for a while would be something neither of them would be doing for at least another day or two if their captors allowed them the chance to heal… if not it might be quite a bit longer. Lying beside Haldir though, Faramir began to watch him sleep, watched the way his eyelashes curled against his cheek… the unique shape of his elegant ears… the way his hair fell around his shoulders. He was so beautiful… so kind and giving and somehow deep down though Faramir was afraid to admit it yet, the Elf had stolen his heart. How could he not fall in love with someone like Haldir? He was still watching him silently with a small smile on his lips when blue eyes opened slowly to regard him.

Haldir met Faramir’s smile with one of his own. “You are a lovely sight to wake up to,” he murmured, reaching down and threading their fingers together, then bringing their joined hands up between them to place a kiss on Faramir’s knuckles. “How are you feeling? Did the tea and salve help?”

Faramir’s smile grew wider and he squeezed Haldir’s hand in his own. “I was thinking much the same thing… you are so beautiful, Haldir,” he whispered and then nodded. “I do feel better… still a little sore but I think that is to be expected… what about you?”

Blushing at the compliment, Haldir nevertheless felt absurdly pleased. “I feel better as well.” He leaned forward, pressed their lips together and sighed. “I have shared this prison with many others, but none have ever affected me the way you do,” he admitted. “I find myself having feelings I thought I was incapable of anymore.”

“You are even more beautiful when you blush,” Faramir said grinning against Haldir’s lips. His free hand rose to touch Haldir’s chest gently and he sighed softly. “I… I find myself in much the same situation, Haldir… I feel things for you that should not be in so short a time… but I feel them all the same,” he whispered softly. He brushed his lips against soft Elven lips again, a soft kiss that deepened slowly, stealing his breath away.

Haldir’s hands were gentle and loving as they moved over Faramir’s back and arms. He rolled over on his back, pulling Faramir on top of him, the ache in his backside now barely noticeable, as he was lost completely in the kiss. He was getting aroused again simply from the taste of the man in his arms, and to know his feelings were returned made his arousal even quicker to fill and harden. He could feel the coldness of the submission ring around Faramir’s sex as it pressed against his inner thigh, but more than that, he could feel his soon-to-be lover’s rigid flesh pressing against him as well. “Do you still want me?” he murmured between kisses.

Faramir’s arousal grew as Haldir touched him and when he pulled him down on top of him, the feeling of his body warm and hard against his own made him practically ache for him. “I think you can feel that I do,” he teased and shifted his hips just a little, grinding his arousal against Haldir’s thigh. He leaned down and captured Haldir’s lips as his hand moved between them to wrap around the hard length there. “You are sure you feel well enough? Would… would you rather take me?” he asked softly, worried that Haldir might be in pain from earlier that day.

Shifting his hips and grinding their arousals together, Haldir smiled, ignoring the clink of their submission rings as they touched. “I would love to take you… later tonight,” he said softly. “For now, though, I am still slick from the salve and open… and gods, I want to feel you inside me. It has been so long since I’ve been taken with anything other than hatred and anger, I have almost forgotten what it feels like.”

Faramir moaned softly as their bodies moved together and closed his eyes as Haldir spoke of almost forgetting what it felt like to be made love to instead of taken without choice like they were here. His hips shifted against Haldir, not really wanting to move away because it felt so good but finally pushed himself up to settle between Haldir’s legs. He reached for oil they had used on some of the welts on their backs the day before and coated his fingers and his own length liberally. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of Haldir’s thigh and then let his fingers trail upwards, careful to avoid the ring and the piercing as his fingers found their way to their target. Slowly he circled the muscles still slick with the salve and pushed inside gently.

Haldir let out a shaking breath as his body was breeched, this time because of his request. Already he could see his lover’s length straining against the ring around the root, and shifted his legs even further apart in anticipation. The fingers inside him explored as the Elf pushed his hips down, driving the digits in deeper, his eyes never leaving Faramir’s face. “More, love… you won’t hurt me, I promise.”

Faramir’s heart jumped in his chest when Haldir called him ‘love’ and smiled as he continued to prepare him, drawing back to add a third finger to help stretch him and make sure that this time there would be no pain and no blood if he could help it at all. “Gods, Haldir, I want you so much… you are so beautiful,” he whispered as he continued to stretch the tight muscles around his fingers. When he could move them easily, Faramir drew away and watched Haldir’s face for a moment. “You are sure about this… promise you are not in pain?”

Gazing up into concerned blue eyes, Haldir smiled and shook his head. “I promise,” he whispered. He leaned up, reached between them and stroked Faramir’s length several times before guiding it against his well-prepared opening. Slowly, he pulled his hand forward, feeling the tip breech his body, then moved his hand away. “Please, Faramir. Just… just go slow.”

Faramir sucked in a breath when Haldir’s hand wrapped around him and guided him that way. Gods, he had never felt such desire and a sense of protectiveness at the same time before. The heat and tightness around the head of his shaft was almost enough to send him over the edge but he managed to concentrate on keeping himself from losing control too quickly. Ever so slowly he began to sink forward, inch by inch burying himself in the heat of Haldir’s body. Each movement of their bodies together seemed to feel more perfect than the last and after long moments he was buried deep inside his lover when he stopped and waited for Haldir’s body to adjust around him. Faramir’s lips sought out Haldir’s, kissing him over and over again, savoring each other as they fit together so perfectly.

Haldir’s hands rested on Faramir’s thighs as his body adjusted, but were soon moving up and over his arms and shoulders. Long legs parted even further to wrap around his lover’s waist, pulling the heated flesh even deeper inside. The slight soreness he’d felt from his earlier abuse was barely noticeable – as embarrassing as it was to admit, he’d grown used to being taken many times every day, and rarely stayed for long. Even had his skin still felt agonizing to the touch, and had his entrance burned like fire, however, he would still have reveled in this moment. It was the first time he’d made love in 8 years, and it was amazing, different… perfect. “Move, Faramir… please. Let me feel you,” the Elf whispered as he lifted his head and captured Faramir’s lips in a deep, warm kiss.

The soft words prompted Faramir to move, but he did so slowly, not daring to move too quickly. His lips brushed lightly against perfect skin, his tongue tracing the length of Haldir’s neck and back up to his ear. “Gods, we fit perfectly together,” he whispered softly. He forgot everything, where they were, what had been done to them both; the lingering pain left behind… all of it was blocked from his mind as his pleasure grew within him. Making love to Haldir was the most incredible feeling he’d ever known. It was as if they were a part of one another as they moved together. Faramir’s hands traced over his lover’s body and down until his hand wrapped around the arousal trapped between them. He began to stroke slowly, matching the languid pace he’d set up.

Haldir had completely forgotten what it was like to be taken so tenderly after being so roughly abused for so long. And, gods, he was so close – just on the edge of letting go, of not having to bite back his cries of pleasure as he came for once. Oh, the guards had great fun mocking the arousal that invariably grew either from the stimulation alone as they used him or from Dorvane’s wickedly manipulated submission ring, so he usually found his release often while he was being taken. It was always to Haldir’s great shame that his body betrayed him so cruelly, but now, with Faramir, his reactions were not shameful, not humiliating. Faramir seemed to know just how and where to touch him, even at just what speed and firmness to stroke his weeping flesh to bring him the most pleasure possible. His fingers dug into Faramir’s shoulders and his back arched up off the bed as he panted for air, his inner muscles tightening and releasing around the flesh buried inside him and his cock thrusting into the delicious heat of Faramir’s fist. “Close… so close…” he moaned, never wanting the moment to end, but knowing he couldn’t last much longer.

The look in Haldir’s eyes, coupled with the way his body moved under Faramir’s and the sound of his soft moans were all combining with the heat and tightness around his shaft to drive him to the edge. His hips continued to move slowly, thrusting deep and drawing back again until he was almost free of his lover’s body before sinking forward again but each thrust seemed to become just a little faster a little less controlled as Faramir’s desire and passion began to build. He too was close when Haldir moaned and his movements became more erratic, unable to keep the controlled slow pace any longer. Faramir’s mouth captured Haldir’s in a deep, searing kiss and soon he was dancing just on the edge of oblivion. “Oh Gods, come with me…” he whispered as he drew away for breath.

Haldir needed no further encouragement. The kiss and the softly spoken words were more than enough. The flesh in Faramir’s hand swelled even further and began to pulse as Haldir cried out his lover’s name and came hard between them, painting Faramir’s hand and both their stomachs and chests. It seemed as if his entire body spasmed around Faramir as he continued to thrust, hitting Haldir’s sweet spot every time and drawing out his orgasm, intensifying each wave of pleasure until the golden Elf didn’t even have the breath in him to moan again. He could do nothing more than cling to Faramir, burying his face against his lover’s neck and muffling the helpless-sounding whimpers that would have embarrassed him in any other time or any other circumstance.

The way that Haldir called out his name and the way his body clenched around him as the obvious pleasure washed over his lover triggered Faramir’s release. He cried out, thrusting deep one last time as the clenching passage drew out the moment until he could hardly breathe. The pleasure that danced through his entire being seemed directly tied to Haldir’s… as if they were truly one and sharing in this moment as no others could. His body lowered slowly against Haldir’s as his arms wrapped around and held him, pressing soft kisses against his neck between panting breaths. “Gods,” he whispered as he tried to gather himself enough to think. “The most beautiful sight I have ever seen.” It was true he had never seen anything more beautiful than Haldir in those last moments.

Long arms and legs wrapped around Faramir’s body, holding him close as Haldir’s eyes closed. He nodded and smiled, simply enjoying each sweet kiss that rained down on his skin… another pleasure he had almost forgotten since his capture. “Aye,” he murmured, “you are.” He was still trembling with exhaustion after his orgasm, but held fast to his lover, not ready for him to pull away just yet. He found himself dreaming, speaking without thinking, not even trying to reign in his thoughts or feelings. “You know, I can imagine us like this, in another time, another place… having found each other, fallen in love, and living happily ever after. We would make love under the moonlight and the stars, in our talan or our cabin or our castle, and spend a moment every day thanking the Valar for our happiness…”

Faramir smiled at the sweet thoughts and pressed his lips against Haldir’s gently. “You have a wonderful imagination… though I can see it too. Together in another place, knowing nothing but happiness and love,” he whispered. Perhaps one day it could be true? If they could somehow escape together, if they could get away they could have all of that. After a few moments he felt himself begin to soften and slipped carefully from within his lover and reached for a soft cloth on the nightstand. “Do you think that a person can fall in love in a place like this… in so short a time?” he asked softly as he cleaned away the evidence of their lovemaking.

Haldir smiled and reached out to let his fingertips trace over Faramir’s thigh as he cleaned them. “Aye,” he said so softly, it was almost as if he were talking to himself. “I think that one cannot control their heart, or tell it when and who to love. The heart wants what it wants.” His eyes spoke of everything he felt, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted Faramir to look into them or not at the moment, as he knew his soul was laid bare before this man he barely knew but already loved. “Do you believe it?”

Faramir smiled at Haldir’s words and nodded. And what if my heart wants you? “I do believe they can… I think no matter what the circumstances are when someone meets the person who stirs their soul, they will fall in love,” he whispered and looked up into sparkling blue eyes. He paused for a moment, hoping that the look in Haldir’s eyes was the same feelings he felt reflected there. “Just as I have fallen in love with you.”

Haldir sat up and felt his heart flip in his chest. He lifted one hand to cup Faramir’s face and gently let his thumb run over soft, full lips that were still swollen from their earlier kisses. He shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t say this, because he would never leave this place, they could never have a life together. But his heart was stronger than his will at the moment, and he said exactly what he was feeling. “Well, then, I suppose that makes us even,” he said as his eyes searched his lover’s. “Because I just realized that I have fallen in love with you as well.”

Faramir’s smile spread across his face and he impulsively kissed Haldir – a happy kiss that seemed to be so strange given the situation they were in, yet perfect and right at the same time. He felt so incredibly lucky to be there with Haldir, yet they were in a prison with little chance for the happiness they both longed for. There had to be a way… someday there would be a chance for them to get away. “I know it seems strange to be glad I am here, but if not I would not have met you so… I have to believe I am here for a reason and that we… somehow will have a future together,” Faramir whispered as he pressed happy kisses against his lover’s lips and cheek.

Wishing he had Faramir’s faith, Haldir looked away and closed his eyes. Gods, what had they done? Now it would be even harder to watch each other suffer, though at least they could offer love as well as comfort during this, the most trying time of their lives. He should explain to Faramir why he could never escape, why they could never have any kind of a life together, why he would always be a prisoner here… but… not now. Right now, he couldn’t bear to erase the hope that sparkled in the beautiful blue eyes before him. Besides, Faramir could escape, and because he loved him, Haldir would do everything in his power to help him to do so… even if it meant they would lose one another forever. “Lie down with me,” he whispered as he slid beneath the blankets and opened his arms. “Lie down and tell me about the life we should be leading.”

Faramir smiled and sank into Haldir’s arms, grateful that somehow in such a dark place they had one another. It would be difficult knowing each day either of them could be taken and beaten or raped or even both of them and he knew that there were things that Dorvane or the other guards might force them to do to one another… but at least now they would share the secret between them that they loved one another. No matter what they were forced to do… that love would be their light in the darkness. “Well… first of all we would be happy, in a place surrounded by woods… beautiful and quiet… perhaps a stream nearby and books. We would have lots and lots of books…” Faramir began telling Haldir of what he envisioned their lives could be.

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