Faramir Fiction Archive

Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 8

After the day they had taken Faramir the pair were left alone for a few days allowing Faramir’s body to heal. During that time the encampment had been too busy to focus on their slaves, a battle taking place several miles away had insured that even Dorvane was occupied. Though that time to rest and heal left the pair worried what sort of mindset Dorvane and the others would return with. Would they simply want release and take them quickly making it easier on them in the long run or would they want to take their aggression out? Neither idea was pleasing but the first at least meant a lot less pain.

Their questions would soon be answered. About mid morning, Faramir and Haldir were curled in the floor reading when the door was unceremoniously kicked open.

Haldir jerked, then automatically moved in front of Faramir as his gaze met Dorvane’s. Over the past few days, he’d come up with an idea that might spare Faramir the pain and humiliation of being a slave, but he needed to speak to Dorvane alone. The Elf stood, never breaking their gaze, and hoped for all the world his ‘master’ would forget about Faramir and leave him alone. “I knew it was about time for you to return,” he said, moving toward the door and praying Faramir would stay where he was. “Which room are we going to today?”

Faramir stood with Haldir and frowned when his lover moved in front of him, he knew that it pained Haldir to see them hurt him but it was the same for Faramir. He couldn’t stand the thought of them taking Haldir alone, not knowing what was happening, not able to offer any comfort to him as he was trapped in their room.

Dorvane merely smirked evilly at the Elf. “Does it really matter which room it is?” he said shrugging. All of them had instruments to torture his slaves. “Come on, I haven’t got all day!” he barked and noticed that the Elf continued to block the Ranger from his sight. “Both of you.” With that he turned and stalked out and left two guards behind to flank the prisoners.

Haldir hung his head in defeat as Dorvane called for them both, then reached back and took his lover’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as they made their way down the hallway. The gleeful look in Dorvane’s eyes told Haldir that his plan might work, but there was no way he could mention it in front of Faramir. There was nothing to say as they walked, so he simply took a deep breath and tried to give his lover his most encouraging look, wishing he could promise that everything would be all right, but knowing that he could not.

Faramir took a deep breath, relieved that Dorvane had asked for them both so he would not to endure the pain of not knowing. He took Haldir’s hand when offered and squeezed it gently, letting him know that he was there for him no matter what happened today. It had been so nice the last few days, the two of them just enjoying one another’s company. They passed through the doorway and Faramir felt the magic of its enchantment make him stronger the lingering pain from his rough treatment days before now gone completely. Only to be replaced today no doubt.

When they arrived in the room that Dorvane chose, he could feel Haldir’s hand tighten on his, obviously recognizing the room. There were sexual toys everywhere it seemed. Some Faramir knew their uses, others he was quite mystified by and some looked so frightening he was afraid to even try to imagine their use. There were two tables made to hold ankles and wrists firmly with metal shackles. There was a curved table that would keep one’s backside lifted while arms and legs were spread wide, similar to the one he’d been strapped to a few days before. They stopped in the center of the room waiting for instructions.

In the far corner, Dorvane motioned his men to pull out yet another table and place it in the middle of the room. It wasn’t long, only about half a man’s height, and there were two stirrups at the end that would obviously lift the prisoners legs up and far apart, leaving his backside to hang on the end of the table… uncomfortable at best, and leaving one horribly and utterly exposed at worst. Several long, thick straps of leather would keep the body immobile and the arms out to the side, giving the prisoner no movement at all. Haldir stared toward the table… one he hadn’t seen in several years, thank the Valar, but he was stopped abruptly as Dorvane turned the small dial that controlled the Ring around Haldir’s genitals.

“Not you… the other one,” Dorvane said softly as Haldir almost fell to his knees in pain at the sudden jolt of fire that ran through his cock and balls.
Faramir watched as the table was drug across the room and felt his stomach lurch just from the idea that it brought to mind. He felt Haldir inch forward beside him, as if going to the contraption automatically… likely he had seen it before. Faramir felt his heart ache for his lover and then suddenly Dorvane used the ring against the Elf. His hand stayed with Haldir’s offering him as much support as he could even though his fingers were being crushed. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from screaming at Dorvane to stop as he rushed forward, hoping to please the evil man by getting onto the table quickly. His eyes were wide and worried as his gaze caught Haldir’s, seeing his lover’s eyes watering from the pain of the ring.

Dorvane kept the pain level up on Haldir’s ring continuously until the guards had strapped Faramir onto the table and spread his legs far enough apart so that his thigh muscles began to ache immediately. When he was completely immobile, a quick turn of the dial made Haldir’s pain disappear, though from the look the Elf gave him, Dorvane knew that he would never get within a hundred leagues of the Elf without the Ring’s controller in his possession. Haldir looked as if he could tear him from limb to limb – a look he’d never seen as intensely as he did now, when it wasn’t only him he was hurting, but his precious Ranger as well.

“Now,” he said, working hard at not letting his guards hear the slight undercurrent of anxiety in his voice at the Elf’s hateful blue eyes, “you two are going to put a show on for us.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a long string that had 5 thick balls attached, each one bigger than the other. “You, Elf, are going to put these in your little friend’s ass, and then fuck him while we watch…” With that, he threw the beads toward Haldir, who was already shaking his head and trying to back away. He could have so easily killed most of the guards in the room, were it not for that damnable ring around his cock and the knowledge of what would happen to Rúmil and Orophin if he did so. But those reasons were quickly holding less and less power over him.

Faramir winced as the guards roughly strapped him to the table, his newly healed body already starting to ache again. He looked up to see that Dorvane was still fingering the ring that controlled Haldir’s submission ring not understanding why he was using it now. He gritted his teeth as his arms were pulled away from his body and strapped in and then watched wide eyed as Haldir tried to back away as he caught the beads. Faramir could easily see their size and his stomach clenched at the thought of how painful it would be to have the largest of them inside him while his lover took him. He tried to hope the pleasure of it being Haldir taking him would help but he worried that even that might not be enough.

Haldir was well acquainted with the beads. They were painful enough by themselves, but to be taken with them inside was pure torture. He shook his head, dropped the beads and met Dorvane’s gaze with so much hatred, the room seemed to vibrate with it. “No. I will not do that to him.”

Dorvane flipped the dial on the device in his hand and Haldir bit back a scream, feeling as if he testicles were going to explode. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to stay standing, aided only by the guards holding his arms. “No.”

When Haldir refused Dorvane, Faramir saw the look on the man’s face, saw his eyes turn darker and harder than he’d ever seen them before and then saw Haldir’s pain. He knew that the Elf was in excruciating pain, he had to be, and just the mildest setting hurt horribly but Dorvane was being exceedingly cruel in his anger at being refused. He hadn’t even realized he was screaming until he heard his own voice echo in the room, begging Dorvane to stop.

Dorvane looked around and laughed then. “The Elf refuses to scream but you do it for him,” he smirked and released the ring tormenting Haldir. “Maybe he will scream for you too then,” he said with a sadistic grin as he turned the ring on his finger that controlled Faramir’s submission ring. Startled by the turn of events and the fact Dorvane had twisted it to almost the highest setting, Faramir screamed, his body unable to move into the fetal position it wished to curl into. It felt almost as if he were being ripped in half and he felt bile rise up in his throat from the pain.

It was Faramir’s scream that finally brought Haldir to his knees, if only for a moment. He realized Dorvane was using his greatest weakness against him, and knew that even the little ‘game’ he’d wanted to force them to play would be nothing compared to the pain Faramir was in from that ring around his already swollen flesh. He made a desperate attempt to rush Dorvane, forgetting for a moment about the consequences, but the guards had doubled up on him, and since he was still weak from his own pain, he stood little chance. “Stop! I will do it! I will do it!” He wasn’t certain his voice could be overhead over Faramir’s cries, so he screamed the words again so loudly it made his throat ache.

Dorvane’s smile widened as he heard the Elf’s voice screaming desperately. “Yes, you will… or I will make sure the Ranger knows nothing but pain for the rest of his miserable life,” he released the ring then and Faramir saw darkness close around him for a moment, almost passing out and wishing desperately that he had. Tears were streaming from his face for both their sakes and he simply closed his eyes to try to think of anything but the pain still radiating through his body.

Haldir hung his head and shrugged away from the guards, making his way toward his lover. He stopped only once, when Dorvane moved closer, grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked him to a stop, then forced him to pick up the beads. Finally, he was beside the table, ignoring everyone but Faramir and gently kissing away his tears. “I am so sorry meleth,” he whispered. “I never meant for them to take their anger for me out on you.”

When Faramir felt the gentle kisses against his cheek, he opened his eyes and shook his head, the only movement he could really make the way he was strapped down. “Not your fault… he wants to hurt us both,” he whispered breathlessly, still trying to recover from the pain. “This isn’t your fault.”

“Shut up… do what you were told!” Dorvane snapped, jerking Haldir back by his hair again. “Do it now or I will use the ring again… on him.”

Haldir closed his eyes again in both hatred and regret and let his fingers gently trail over Faramir’s skin as he moved down to the end of the table between Faramir’s widespread legs. A small vial of oil was on another table beside him, and he generously slicked each of the balls as quickly as he could, then slicked his fingers. From the corner of his eye, he noticed several of the guards had already began groping one another, having paired up in the past and using the slaves as their own little show to get things started. Others, Dorvane included, were leaning against the wall, their cocks hard and freed from their breeches, their hands stroking the swollen flesh as they waited for the entertainment to begin.

As slowly as he dared, Haldir let his finger move over Faramir’s opening, all the while whispering sweet endearments to him that no one else in the room could hear. He had an idea of how not to cause his lover too much pain, and could only hope Dorvane would be too involved in his own pleasure to notice. Even as he thought about his plan, Dorvane turned the dial to a setting he used only when he wanted Haldir hard, and to the Elf’s shame, he had an erection only moments later, despite the fact that he was getting ready to practically rape the man he loved.

Faramir tried to block out their audience, tried to think beyond the recent pain he’d felt and focus on the fact it was Haldir touching him. That alone helped to calm his nerves, he knew what would take place may be painful, but he was no fool to believe he wouldn’t enjoy at least some of what would happen. He was in love with Haldir and just the touch of his hand against his skin made Faramir’s pulse pick up. Dorvane would not have needed to use the ring on him to grow aroused, though on the legs of his previous pain it might have taken longer. Now however he was growing hard rapidly due to the ring that can bring shameful pleasure or excruciating pain. “It is all right, love,” he whispered softly, his voice so low he knew only Haldir would hear him. When he felt a slick finger press against him, he gasped, shamed that the others were watching them but still unable to not react to Haldir’s touch.

“Imagine us under the trees, making love in the moonlight,” Haldir murmured as he slipped one, then two fingers inside, knowing Dorvane wouldn’t allow him much time. “There is no one but us, and we have spent the day dancing and feasting as everyone in both Gondor and Lothlorien celebrated our commitment ceremony.” His fingers slowly stretched and opened the tight muscle, scissoring and preparing his lover to accept the bead Haldir hated so much. As he continued, describing the warmth or happiness of the day, he added a third finger, but then quickly removed it as he saw Dorvane reach toward his pocket, obviously growing impatient. With shaking hands, he pressed the first ball, the smallest of them all, against Faramir’s entrance, whispered, “I love you,” once more, and carefully pushed it in.

Faramir’s body relaxed as much as his bonds would allow as Haldir spoke of a future time and place for them. His body reacted as slick fingers moved inside him and despite it all he desperately wanted to move and to touch his lover. Instead his fingers curled into his fists and he watched as Haldir took up the beads. The first one of them was not particularly small in itself but his body could easily accommodate it, he gasped as the cool hard surface was pushed into him. It felt strange and though he wished to squirm he couldn’t. “I love you too,” he whispered softly as he tried to keep his breathing steady. For now there was no pain but even if it did hurt, he was determined not to let Haldir see it.

Knowing Dorvane would allow anything that would, to him, make the scene even more erotic, Haldir decided to take a chance and do something he hadn’t been ordered to do. His free hand wrapped around the base of Faramir’s sex and held it steady. He was careful not to block Dorvane’s view, least he punish one or the other of them, but carefully slipped the second, somewhat larger bead inside Faramir’s entrance as he took his lover’s swollen sex into his mouth. At least he could give him some pleasure, if nothing else. He was rewarded with a sharp blow to his backside from Dorvane’s belt, but was only warned to do as he was told from now on. Since he wasn’t told to stop, he simply breathed a sigh of relief and continued, swallowing around the thick tip of his lover’s erection.

Surprised as Haldir began to take his arousal into his mouth, Faramir startled when he heard the sharp slap of leather against his lover’s flesh but then Haldir continued, the second larger bead pushing inside him, just those two almost enough to fill him. A low moan fell from his lips as Haldir’s mouth began to work around his sex, giving him unexpected pleasure. At the moment what was happening, aside from the fear of Dorvane’s rings and being strapped to a table it really wasn’t all that bad. He was with Haldir, the Elf he loved and as long as he didn’t look anywhere but at his lover he could block out everything else. He longed to touch though, Gods, he longed to touch Haldir so much.

Haldir blindly felt for the oil again and slicked the third bead, then rubbed a bit more oil over his lover’s entrance again for good measure. He felt resistance as he pushed it forward, so he paused, coaxing the muscle to open wider and already tightly stretched skin to stretch even more. His thumb worked it’s way inside then around the delicate skin until the third bead slid in with almost no resistance at all. All the while, he worked Faramir’s length with his mouth and tongue, delving into the slit and scraping his teeth lightly over sensitized skin.

Faramir moaned as the third bead was pushed into him, his body not wanting to accommodate the larger size and there were still two more to go after it. He bit his lip and tried to relax his body, grateful that Haldir was trying to move as gently as possible. When his body gave in and the third bead slid into him he gasped from the fullness he felt but then all notions of fullness or being uncomfortable fled when Haldir’s mouth worked his aching flesh. His hips tried to move of their own accord but couldn’t the way he was tied down. Dorvane though was growing impatient. “Hurry up!” he yelled at the pair on the table and the ring turned from pleasantly arousing to painful quickly, drawing a scream from Faramir from the shock of it.

Cursing under his breath, Haldir pulled away from Faramir’s length, knowing what had been pleasurable only a moment before would most likely be painful now. Wrapping his hand around his lover’s shaft and testicles, he applied gentle pressure, knowing it was often the only thing that led to any relief when the ring was at it’s worst. As quickly as possible, he stretched Faramir’s entrance once more, then pushed the next bead in, hoping that in this case, the more quickly he worked, the better it would be for them both. “Almost done, guren,” he whispered softly. “Only one more.”

Faramir’s eyes were burning with unshed tears from the force of the submission ring being used on him in such a moment. What had been feeling wonderful just moments before now felt as if he’d been kicked violently. He gasped when Haldir’s hand wrapped around the throbbing flesh and managed to drag in a ragged breath as he tried to ride out the pain. The worst of it was his muscles had tensed and now his entire lower body ached incredibly. It was several seconds before he could even attempt to relax and soon the fourth bead was being pushed inside him. Faramir was certain it simply wouldn’t fit, his body felt so full already and his muscles were protesting. He shook his head and tried to breathe, his body trying to rebel against what was happening but he was helpless to stop it. He took another breath and nodded when Haldir whispered to him.

Haldir’s eyes teared as well and he wanted nothing more than to just stop, take all the beads away, and kiss and hold his lover. He felt Dorvane moving behind him, however, and felt the kiss of a thin wooden paddle slap across the back of his thighs. The blows were quick and vicious as Dorvane told him they would continue until the last bead was inside. Gritting his teeth, Haldir continued squeezing Faramir’s shaft to alleviate as much pain as possible and despite Dorvane’s punishment, he took the time to slowly work his index finger inside Faramir’s passage, pushing the beads in deeper before attempting to add the last – and largest bead. “Close your eyes, guren, and think of the moonlight,” he murmured, earning him an especially hard blow from Dorvane.

Faramir heard the slap of the paddle against Haldir’s flesh, saw his body move forward from the force of it. Hatred burned brighter inside him as he stared at Dorvane moving behind his lover. He took a deep breath, shuddered involuntarily as the beads were pushed deeper inside him, stretching his passage and filling him uncomfortably. When Haldir whispered to him again he did as he was told. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine anything, any place, anytime but the present as the last and largest bead was pushed inside him, stretching his now tender and sensitive passage more than Faramir thought he could bear. His nails bit into his palms as he curled his hands into tight fists and gritted his teeth praying that fragile skin that had been so abused in the last weeks would not tear now.

Finally, the last bead was in, and Haldir breathed a sigh of relief. All that could be seen was a small black string hanging from his lover’s body, and, seeing that, Dorvane blessedly moved away, back to his position against the wall, his cock back in his hand as he leered at his prisoners. Gentle Elven fingers moved over Faramir’s stomach and the insides of his thighs, doing his best to distract and soothe. “Forgive me Faramir, I am so sorry,” he whispered sadly. “We will be back in our rooms soon and away from these animals.”

Faramir tried to focus on anything but the feeling of being so full and uncomfortable, instead he focused on Haldir’s voice as he spoke so softly. “Nothing… nothing to forgive,” he whispered brokenly, knowing it was not Haldir’s choice to do this to him. His body began to relax a little more, now that Dorvane was no longer using the ring at a painful setting and he licked at dry lips as he tried to take a breath. A deep breath actually made him ache, so he took shallow ones as he waited for what was to come.

“Now… take him,” Dorvane’s voice cut through the room loudly.

Haldir’s swallowed back his hatred of the slavemaster and forced himself not to even look at him. Due to both the submission ring and the fact that he was touching the man he loved so intimately, he was achingly hard, and Dorvane could see that this was no act. He could only pray to the Valar the rest of his plan would work, so at least Faramir would not be in as much pain the guards hoped. Taking a deep breath, he stood up on the step at the bottom of the table Faramir was tied to and leaned over his lover. He purposefully let his hair fall on each side of Faramir’s face, knowing it would enrage Dorvane, and hoping he would come to the head of the table to clear the view. “Act as if I am tearing you apart,” the Elf whispered just before Dorvane did just as expected and grabbed a handful of golden hair and jerked Haldir’s head back roughly. His fingers tangled in the silky locks and he leered at both Man and Elf as he repeated his order, jerking Haldir’s head back and forth several times “Take him!”

Haldir’s gaze met Faramir’s and now, with Dorvane at the head of the table, he couldn’t see what was happening at the other end. Carefully pushing only the head of his arousal into Faramir’s opening so the solitary guard to the side could see them, he then shifted so that his length slid along the crease of his lover’s leg, rather than inside him, moaning as if he was being sheathed completely. The single guard who’d been watching already had his eyes closed and his head back against the wall as he pleasured himself, and Dorvane could see nothing but a furiously thrusting Elf on top of an immobile – and obviously pain-filled Man.

Faramir was confused when Haldir whispered to him and startled when Dorvane stood over them, yanking at Haldir’s hair. Faramir realized then that Haldir was trying to protect him somehow and he cried out when he felt just the tip of his lover’s arousal breech him for only a moment. Then he felt his lover shift and understood. The screams were what this monster wanted to hear so he did, he twisted his hands in the bonds and screamed just as Haldir had told him… as if he was being torn apart. His eyes sank closed tightly as he tipped his head back as far as he could and screamed over and over again as if in complete agony. Dorvane was again working the submission ring on him, making sure that even with the supposed pain Faramir was in that he would not lose his arousal. It was surreal as Haldir panted over him, grinding his body against Faramir’s and he continued to attempt to writhe and cry out.

Dorvane finally released Haldir’s hair and began stroking himself again, the sound of Faramir’s screams driving him to the edge all too quickly. It wasn’t long before low cries could be heard throughout the room as the guards began finding their releases, and Dorvane followed closely behind. “You can stop when you both come,” he panted, drying his hand in Haldir’s hair and smirking as he took a step back, to watch the rest of the show. Haldir tried not to gag at the feeling of the vile man’s release being smeared in his hair, and instead concentrated on his lover. He reached between them and took Faramir’s length in his hand, knowing just how to touch him, even with the ring turned on to it’s current setting. “Come when you can, love,” he whispered. “He will check to be sure…”

Despite everything the beads inside him were nudging against his prostate and the feeling of Haldir’s hand wrapped around him along with the setting Dorvane had chosen for the ring were all combining to bring him close to the edge. His body and mind both seemed confused on how to react to all of the different stimuli. He had managed to block out everything else in the room except Haldir and soon enough he felt his release building. His screams were punctuated with moans mixed in, and he came hard the setting of the ring around him forcing his orgasm to last longer as his body strained against his bonds.

Haldir’s shoulders sagged slightly in relief as Dorvane’s sick little fantasy was almost fulfilled. In his eagerness to keep Faramir aroused, he had forgotten Haldir’s ring and though he was aroused by feeling and touching Faramir beneath him, seeing his lover in pain didn’t exactly get him close to an orgasm of any kind. He was in fact, still hard, but felt that if he didn’t end this now, Dorvane would see what he was really doing, and punish them both. In one smooth motion, he reached down between them and coated the tip of his arousal and the skin surrounding Faramir’s entrance with Faramir’s own seed. He then cried out loudly, as if he’d found his release as well, and buried his face against Faramir’s neck. Gritting his teeth again, he grabbed his own testicles and twisted them as viciously as Dorvane ever had, the pain overriding everything else and making his arousal soften at once. To Dorvane, when he moved to the end of the table, he would see exactly what he expected – a softened and wet organ just pulling out of Faramir’s body, having obviously just spilled deep inside him. Haldir collapsed on top of Faramir, shuddering with pain that he tried to disguise as pleasure, hoping Dorvane wouldn’t look past the obvious.

Faramir was panting, his body aching where his muscles had tensed during his orgasm around the beads inside him. He cringed a little as Haldir cried out, certain it was a cry of pain not passion and wondering at it, though unable to see anything and Dorvane was still at the head of the table. Perhaps he’d used the ring on Haldir? He wasn’t sure; all he knew was that his lover was shuddering against him. His eyes looked up pleadingly at Dorvane and the man laughed evilly before rounding the table and jerking Haldir back by his hair. He inspected the man, satisfied with what he saw before turning from them and going to the door. “You will return to your rooms now and next time you refuse me Elf… remember that you will not be the one punished… the Ranger will be.”

Haldir’s legs were weak beneath him as Dorvane jerked him back, then finally left the room with the other guards. One of the guards tucked himself back in his breeches and laughed at the disheveled Man and Elf before him, especially when he saw that Haldir could barely stand. “I will be back in a quarter of an hour to take you both back to your room. I suggest you make the best of that time and clean yourselves.” With that, he shut the door behind him and locked it, leaving Haldir to lean forward again and rest his head on Faramir’s thigh for a few precious moments. “You need… I need to… get these out,” he whispered trying to hook his fingers in the exposed loop of string that could be seen coming from his lover’s opening, though his hands were shaking too much to grab hold of it the first few times he tried.

Faramir tried to raise his head as much as he could to look at Haldir after the guard left the room. “Are you all right?” he asked softly, worry in his voice as he looked at his lover. The beads inside him were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the moment but right now all he could think of was how pale Haldir was.

Nodding and marveling that Faramir could worry about him after all he’d been through, Haldir began unfastening the straps on his lover’s legs first, then on the one arm he could reach. “Aye,” he said weakly. “I just want to get these things out of you, guren,”

Faramir couldn’t exactly disagree, he wanted the things removed as well, but the look on Haldir’s face had worried him. He gasped when his arm was released, the blood flowing back into it more easily and making it tingle with sharp pains. “Just… just do it slowly,” he whispered his muscles still tight around them.

Breathing deeply to steady himself, Haldir nodded and this time managed to hook his finger in the loop. “Breathe in,” he murmured, gently prying his lover’s opening wider with his fingers. “That’s it, guren, now breathe out…” As Faramir did so, Haldir slowly pulled the string, watching as his entrance resisted, then give way as wrinkled skin smoothed and his opening stretched to an impossible width. The end of the ball could just be seen, and Haldir continued pulling, coaxing it out bit by bit. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was only a matter of a few moments, the first bead was free. “That was the worst one. The others will not be so bad,” he promised.

Following Haldir’s instructions, Faramir took as deep a breath as he could and breathed out slowly. His free hand clung to the edge of the table as the string was pulled and the first bead began to move inside him, his muscles resisting, his passage swollen around them. He hissed out a breath as he felt it resist before it slowly worked past the guardian muscle. He gasped then, and panted a few more breaths knowing that the others would be easier than that first one. “Keep going, love,” he whispered, preparing himself for the next one.

Haldir nodded grimly and carefully worked the next bead out, encouraging Faramir to breathe, and then slowly exhale as the large ball was expelled. Their passage out was made a bit easier by Faramir’s own seed slicking the way in addition to the oil, and Haldir continued kissing his lover’s thighs and stomach as bead after bead was exposed. When the last one was out, Haldir threw it across the room, then finished untying Faramir, running loving hands over his body to make sure he was all right. “You will be sore, meleth, but there was no tearing and no blood at least,” he said softly as he helped Faramir to sit up and gently rubbed his back.

The removal of the rest of the beads was much easier than that first one and Faramir breathed a deep breath once they were across the room from them. He was sore and his skin burned around his entrance but other than that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Sitting up was painful, both his arms and legs were sore from struggling against the bonds not to mention everything from his waist down hurt for the moment. “I’ll be fine… are you all right? You looked like you were in pain… did he use the ring on you again?” Faramir asked as he rubbed carefully at his wrists that were raw from straining against the leather restraints and leaned into Haldir’s touch.

Haldir pressed his lips to Faramir’s in a chaste kiss and shook his head. “Just at first, to keep me aroused,” he explained. “After that, I think he forgot, when he was so excited in watching me hurt you. I couldn’t… I couldn’t come with you in so much pain, so I just made it look as if I did.” He stopped there, worried that Faramir would think less of him for not being able to finish, and hoped his lover wouldn’t ask for the real reason he’d been in pain.”

“I wasn’t in so much pain, I knew my screams were what he wanted to hear,” Faramir admitted. “If… well if you had not done what you did I would have been in much more pain, but most of my screams were just put on for the most part, except when Dorvane used the ring. That was very real,” he frowned then and looked at Haldir for a moment uncertain as to how Haldir had made it seem that he had come and not entirely pleased with the thoughts that crossed his mind. “We can rest when we get back to our rooms…” he whispered and touched Haldir’s face gently. “Thank you for being so careful and gentle… I know Dorvane punished you for that and while I wish you hadn’t done that… thank you for protecting me.” He brushed his lips gently against Haldir’s and sighed softly. “I love you.”

Haldir wrapped his arms around his lover and held him tight for a moment, releasing him only when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. “I will always protect you, and always love you,” he whispered softly as the door opened and two guards growled for them to come out of the room. Haldir was limping, and kept his arm around his lover as they made their way back to their room. He could think of nothing better than to curl up on the bed with Faramir and try to forget the last hour.

Faramir was concerned about Haldir’s limp, he too was limping as they moved down the hallway, his body still aching but he knew that once they were in their rooms they could lay down and rest and hopefully heal. At least this time there had been no blood. When they were back at their rooms the guards slammed the door behind them and Faramir allowed himself to relax a little more, the knot of worry he always felt around the guards easing immediately. “Come on… you are still in pain too,” Faramir said softly. “Lay down with me and relax.”

Nodding and heading straight to the bed, Haldir pulled the covers back and looked expectantly at his lover. “First let me put some salve on you… I know how much those beads hurt, and I remember how everything from my waist down felt swollen the first time they were used on me.”

Faramir felt a little embarrassed by it but Haldir’s words were true, he did feel swollen and sore. “All right…” he whispered as he lay down carefully on the bed, the action of bending at the waist actually hurting more than he expected it to. He gritted his teeth and rolled onto his stomach, which felt tender where his muscles had contracted and fought against the restraints.

Haldir took the jar of salve he’d made several days earlier and began tending to his lover, treating his arms and legs where he’d been restrained, then his entrance, which was irritated and swollen so much, even touching it caused Haldir himself to wince. He carefully worked the soothing salve inside, however, causing as little pain as possible, and then pressed a kiss to the base of his lover’s back. “There… isn’t that better?” he asked.

Faramir sighed in relief as the cool salve was rubbed on his wrists and ankles, they hadn’t been bleeding this time but they were raw and the salve felt wonderful on them. The next part he knew would hurt… just laying there hurt. He didn’t make a sound but he did jump a little as Haldir touched him, carefully tending the worst of his injuries from this round of ‘play’ for their tormentors. The only thing that made it easier was it had been Haldir touching him, Haldir trying to make it easier for him…he knew it would have been horrible and he would be bleeding if it had been Dorvane. “Much better… thank you, love,” he whispered and looked over his shoulder at his lover for a long moment. They didn’t really need words in that moment; they had just been through yet another of their captors horrible games but here they were… together and for the most part all right.

Smiling and setting the jar aside, Haldir slipped into bed and wrapped his arms around the man he loved. “We made it through another day,” he said softly, as he pressed a kiss to the top of his lover’s head. “Soon we will find a way out of here and live happily ever after.” It was a white lie, but one that made them both feel better at the moment. Tomorrow, or the next day, he felt sure Dorvane would take him alone, and he could make his proposition. In the meantime, he was content to simply enjoy this peaceful time alone with his lover.

Faramir smiled and slid closer to Haldir, sighing softly as he felt soft lips press against him. “We will… one day we will, love,” he whispered certain that there would be a time that they could find escape from this place. He fell asleep a short time later, not even intending to but his body was so tired from all that had happened that day.

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