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Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 9

When the guards came, Faramir worried as he always did if he would be chosen to go alone or with Haldir or if Haldir would be the one to go alone. He hated wondering and worrying and always prayed it would be him alone so that Haldir would be spared. He knew that Haldir was stronger than him and more accustomed to what they did after eight years in this place but Faramir loved him too much to be logical about it.

When the guards said he would go alone he saw the anger flash in Haldir’s eyes, saw him wishing to protest. “I’ll be fine,” he whispered and squeezed his lover’s hand tight before leaving with the guards. He was not certain he would be fine but he’d said the words at least for Haldir’s comfort and perhaps even his own.

When they arrived in one of the many ‘play rooms,’ Faramir meekly followed the instructions the guards gave him. They didn’t tie him up immediately, first they gave him something to drink and he looked at them oddly.

“You will drink this… you will drink all of it,” one of the guards said handing him the glass as Dorvane stood aside watching.

Haldir, as usual when Faramir was taken alone, began pacing the room before the door even closed. He hated watching his lover suffer, but not knowing was, in some ways, in worse. As he paced, he tried to concentrate on a way to get Faramir out of this place, even if it mean convincing him they would both escape… and Haldir, at the last moment, would stay for his brother’s sake. Even though he was almost sure Rúmil and Orophin had sailed by now, he couldn’t sentence them both to the life he’d led for the past 8 years, and felt certain that if they were anywhere but in Aman, Saurman would find them. But that didn’t mean he had any obligation to help them keep Faramir here.

After a few moments, he stopped, stared at the fire and sighed. “Gods, guren, don’t let them break you. When you leave this place, I still want you to be able to have a full and happy life.”

Faramir drank the mixture the guard gave him and almost immediately began to feel light headed. He didn’t bother to ask what it was, what would be the point? If it was poison, then this was the end of him, though he doubted they would get rid of him yet.

They led him over to one of the tables in the room and told him to lie face down which he did, knowing they would tie him. It wasn’t one of the tables he’d be on before though was similar he supposed in most aspects. His arms were tied down and his legs were braced far apart, his backside lifted slightly as they were tied too. The whole time he tried to concentrate only on Haldir, only on thoughts of their escape and being together free from things like this.

The drink they had given him seemed to be spreading throughout his body now, his skin felt warmer despite the damp cool air around him and he was starting to feel his body reacting as if to some outside stimulus but it had to be the potion. He looked up at Dorvane and the man simply stared at him for a moment before moving behind him.

Faramir was starting to feel uncomfortable as his body for some reason reacted to Dorvane’s and he began to grow hard, seemingly of his own accord though the last person he wanted in this world was Dorvane! Faramir was completely stunned and ashamed when his captor touched the back of his thigh and he jumped slightly from just that stimulation. “What did you give me?” he finally asked, realizing it was not him doing this but the potion he’d been given.

Dorvane laughed when Faramir finally questioned him. “My favorite potion of Saruman’s… it will make you want to be taken, make you mad for it… no matter who it is you’ll want them desperately. You may even enjoy it too if you can stand how long it lasts,” he said laughing evilly. “It will keep you hard and wanting long after I’ve tired of you.”

Faramir closed his eyes, already feeling the effects of the drug in his system making his body begin to ache for release even though the idea appalled him to want Dorvane, at that moment he did want the man. Wanted anyone who could bring him the release he was starting to feel he needed. He hadn’t even been touched but Gods he needed.

An hour later he was still in desperate need for release, his balls ached and his hips continued to move even after an exhausted Dorvane pulled away from him roughly and smacked him hard on the backside. Two more guards took him, and the entire time Faramir was practically begging them for release, his hips would move back to meet them needing the friction needing to fly over that edge but never quite able to. The drug held him in thrall not allowing him to gain full physical release. He cried out when the last guard pulled away panting and he was begging Dorvane to do something, anything to end this for him. The dark haired man only laughed and shook his head. “Nothing can be done until the drug wears off,” he laughed and then leaned over him, holding up a long plug that had a chain attached to it. He inserted it inside the well used passage, laughing when the man’s back arched in pleasure. He so loved using that drug on his prisoners. He could not use it often, Saruman forbid him to use it on a prisoner more than a few times in an entire year but that in itself made him love it all the more.

When he was finished attaching the chain to Faramir’s piercing he slapped him hard on the rear again and laughed when the man pushed back against his hand. “You want it so badly still… like a cat in heat but I am not ready to ruin you yet… and it would be easy to do with this drug. Take him back to his room,” he addressed the guards then.

Faramir was hard and aching still as he was half dragged to his room, his arousal jutted out in front of him, shaming him, and each step made the plug inside him rub hard against his prostate. Gods, he was nearly mad with it now, he needed to come so badly nothing else mattered, not even the soreness he felt in his backside each time muscles clamped around the plug buried inside him.

He stumbled a little when he was thrown in the door. He felt vulnerable and needy at the same time as he stood before Haldir in a state he really should not be in after what had taken place.

Haldir startled when the door to their rooms opened and Faramir was pushed inside. With one look, he knew what they’d done. His lover’s face was flushed and he was breathing hard, unable to stand still, and his erection was full and hard as it curved up against his stomach, swollen far past the point of mere arousal. From the angle he was standing, he could see the base of the plug firmly planted deep inside Faramir’s passage, and the chain that disappeared between his legs, one end hooked to the plug and the other to his piercing. Every step would jolt the plug, and in turn, pull on the ring that was still embedded in the tender skin at the base of Faramir’s balls, giving him a mixture of both pleasure and pain that Haldir knew all too well. Dorvane had used the drug on him countless times, and each time, he’d thought he would go mad from the untamable desire and raging lust that couldn’t be satiated.

He moved across the room, took Faramir’s hand and led him over to the bed, seeing how his lover’s skin was damp with sweat and bore the mark of several handprints on his backside. “It’s all right, guren,” he whispered soothingly. “I know what they did. Taking me will help, at least a little.” Quickly removing his breeches, he poured a generous amount of oil on his hand and gently slicked Faramir’s shaft, causing the young man to shudder and moan. “Come, love… I’m still open from this morning. It’s all right…”

To say Faramir was embarrassed was beyond understatement. He was completely humiliated as Haldir led him to their bed though here the Elf was willing to give himself to Faramir to ease the pain he was in. But would it really help? Nothing seemed to allow him to come, nothing the others had done, of course he hadn’t really wanted them, just wanted to find release. He wanted Haldir in every way though… could that help? He hoped so, because he wasn’t sure if he could stand the pain of it any more. He felt as if just the air around him was too much stimulation to his aching flesh. “I am sorry, love,” he whispered. “It… it shouldn’t be like this.” He knew Haldir would understand, knew Haldir had been through the same thing he was going through now but it didn’t change the fact that Faramir was embarrassed by it all. When Haldir’s hand gently slicked the oil onto him he felt as if he could so easily explode and was ashamed when his hips thrust into the light grasp just needing something but his body would stop the reaction just before he could find his release. The drug was relentless.

When Haldir turned and offered himself, it took every ounce of willpower Faramir had not to simply bury himself in the heat of his lover’s body. Instead he used his finger to at least check to make sure that Haldir was indeed still open and ready for him. He wanted to offer more time and care, to give Haldir pleasure but Gods he could barely stand to even do this much before he was unable to fight his body’s need anymore and buried himself deep in his lover with one long thrust.

The drug didn’t allow its user – or victim – to make love. It made them simply want to take, to rut, to do anything and everything was needed to find some kind of release. Haldir was certain that what they would do over the next few days would leave him sore, but at least the very act of sex took the edge off of the drug, and too many times he’d come back to an empty room with no one to at least help him that much. “Shhh, meleth, I know what you are going though, and there is nothing else you can do. We will get through this…” He stopped, held on to the bed as Faramir began thrusting hard and deep, not even sure his lover could hear him. “We will get through this together and don’t you dare…” An especially deep thrust hit squarely on his prostate, causing him to moan loudly, and his already interested erection twitched fully to life at once, “feel sorry for anything. This isn’t you… it’s the drug. You know it and I know it.”

Faramir could hear Haldir’s words just barely through the roar of his own blood in his ears as he began to thrust into his lover, not being nearly as gentle as he normally was. He just needed him so much, needed this but it didn’t matter how deeply he thrust or how quickly it never seemed enough. His fingers dug into pale flesh, not meaning to bruise but unable to stop himself as he held his lover in place and slammed into him, the plug inside him brushing relentlessly against his prostate and setting off sparks behind his tightly closed eyelids. He couldn’t seem to get the friction he needed, the need clawed inside him like an animal but all he did was exhaust himself, over and over he slammed into his lovers body, driving him up onto his toes as he leaned over the bed.

Doing his best to stay still, Haldir nevertheless had to steady himself with one hand as the other moved between his legs. As Faramir took him roughly, he gritted his teeth, knowing that the worst part for them both would be after the drug wore off, when Faramir would see the bruises he’d left on Haldir’s body – and Haldir had no doubt there would be many by then – and Haldir’s heartache at seeing Faramir’s guilt. As his lover used him, he began stroking his own shaft, aroused despite the circumstances and came hard over his own hand, knowing that Faramir was in no state to even notice. When the last of his orgasm was wrung from him, he spread his legs wider and held on to the edge of the bed, opening himself further and hoping that this, at least would help to some degree.

Barely noticing Haldir’s release other than hearing him cry out and feeling muscles clench around him, Faramir continued to thrust, trying to ride out the drug still holding him in its grasp. His pace began to slow some as his body began to wear out but he still had not reached his goal, he was sweating and panting as if he’d been running for miles and finally with a roar of disappointment, Faramir collapsed against his lover, still hard and full inside him and trying to catch his breath. “I get so close but… but just can’t…” he whispered breathlessly as even in his exhaustion his hips continued to move, thrusting as much as he could against his lover in his exhausted state. He was miserable, his balls felt as if they were ready to explode but still nothing.

Haldir reached behind him and pulled Faramir’s arms around him, shifting his own hips to match his lover’s. He leaned his head back and ran his hands over the fingers that were clutching helplessly against his stomach, scratching without even realizing it. “I know, love. The drugs won’t wear off for a long while. All you can do is let me help you… take me as often as you need to, and finally, when the drug is out of your system, you’ll find relief, I promise. The only other way is much, much more painful, and as difficult as this it, it is easier to bear than the alternative.” His legs were starting to cramp, but he couldn’t move because of the way Faramir was leaning against him. “Let me lie down for a moment, guren, and take me that way. This is straining my legs”

Faramir was draped over Haldir’s back and still breathing heavily and shifting his hips as his lover spoke. He wondered about the alternative for a moment but decided more painful at least for now wasn’t something he wanted to think about because this was bad enough. When Haldir said his legs were strained, Faramir felt horrible. “Gods, I’m sorry love,” he whispered as he leaned away from his lover, no longer putting weight on him, and slowly withdrawing from him. Just losing that pressure and warmth from around him made Faramir want to cry with frustration. He helped Haldir back onto the bed and gave him a sad look. “I want you, I always want you, but this… this is just not right,” he whispered as he lay beside his lover still trying to regain his breath. His body was still screaming for release, he was still hard as stone and now that he was able to breathe again the only thing his body wanted was to take Haldir again… and again and again until he finally was able to find release. “How long does it take… Gods, this is killing me,” he whispered.

Reaching over hand cupping Faramir’s face in the palm of his hand, Haldir shook his head and leaned over, pressing a kiss to beloved lips. “It usually lasts for 2 or 3 days,” he whispered. “I wish I could tell you it was only for a few hours, but with me, it’s always been much longer.” He leaned over and kissed his lover, then reached again for the oil. “Please don’t feel guilty for this. You know I love feeling you inside me.” As he spoke, he slicked Faramir’s straining flesh again and simply stroked him firmly for a few moments. “Lie back and let me ride you for a while. It won’t let you find release, but it will help.”

Days! Faramir’s eyes widened as Haldir spoke and he shook his head. How could it possibly last days and how could Haldir take his constant neediness… he would be sore by the end of today if not before. “Don’t let me hurt you… promise me,” Faramir said softly. “Please… don’t let me hurt you.” He laid back and gasped when an oil-slicked hand began stroking him. “Oh Gods… it almost hurts but it feels so good,” he whispered, knowing that Haldir would understand what he meant.

Haldir tightened his grip as he stroked and finally moved to straddle his lover’s thighs. “I know, meleth, and I promise you won’t hurt me,” he said softly as he reached behind him and lined himself up. He didn’t say that after eight years, he was used to being taken countless times in the course of a day, or a few hours. While he longed to lean down and kiss Faramir, he knew that gentleness wasn’t what he needed right now, so instead, he grasped the headboard with both hands and slammed himself down on Faramir’s flesh, taking him in hard and impossibly deep, riding him just as hard as Faramir had taken him only moments before. “If you speak of feeling guilty even one more time,” he ground out as he continued to ride the hard length, “I will sleep on the couch when this is over with and make you sleep in the bed alone.”

Faramir cried out when Haldir forced himself down hard against him, his aching flesh burying deep inside the tight heat of his lover’s body. His hands rose up to grasp his lover’s hips to steady him even more as he moved over him, riding him but only managing to keep Faramir at the edge, never quite enough because of the drug in his body. He frowned when Haldir spoke of making him sleep alone. “Gods, that is worse punishment,” he whispered as his hips undulated beneath his lover, thrusting up into the willing body offering everything to him. It felt so wrong to be doing this, but at the same time he loved everything about Haldir so it wasn’t as bad as it could be he supposed. At least he was with someone who understood the drug, knew what he needed and was willing to offer so much to help him get through this.

“Yes, it is,” Haldir managed to smile as he kept moving. He moved for what seemed like hours, knowing Faramir was suffering, but knowing it would be far, far worse if there was no friction at all against his flesh. It was torture, he knew, to need like this, but at least if he were kept on the edge of release, the torture wasn’t quite as bad, wasn’t quite as consuming. As he rode, he grew aroused once again, and came, though this time his release was weaker than the last, he knew he most likely wouldn’t find his own release again for quite some time. He finally stopped, still squeezing his inner muscles and met Faramir’s haunted gaze. “Roll over, love. I need to lie down for a while, then we’ll see if we can’t find some other way to help.”

The entire time that Haldir rode him, Faramir could feel everything, the drug seemed to heighten his senses and each thrust made him feel every ridge of muscle, even the slightest squeeze of them around his shaft. He was breathless again and so was Haldir, they were a mess, both of them sweating and their faces flushed, yet still even as Haldir came between them, the warmth coating Faramir’s stomach he couldn’t find his own release. At least he had given Haldir some pleasure with all of this, though he was afraid he would be miserable too by the time this was over with. When he rolled onto his stomach, his body to his shame continued to move, seeking friction against the sheets. Each thrust of his hips made the plug inside him burrow deeper it seemed and he felt his face color darker from shame rather than just humiliation. He even tried to think unpleasant thoughts, hoping that might help lessen his need but not even that worked.

Haldir positioned Faramir’s body so that his legs hung off the bed, then reached beneath him and pulled his cock back as well. He saw the plug and recognized it well, noting that the way it was hooked to both the piercing and the submission ring, it couldn’t be completely removed until Faramir’s sex was flaccid once again. Oiling his hand once again, he wrapped his fingers around Faramir’s sex, and worked the plug and the piercing, which, to both their shame, brought pleasure when stimulated in just the right way. The plug moved outward slightly, stretching Faramir’s opening just enough so that wrinkled skin smoothed out, then Haldir pushed it back in, stopping only now and then to tug lightly on the piercing. “Move if you need to, love. They won’t be back for a long while, so it is just the two of us.”

Faramir lifted his hips a little to help Haldir position him the way he wanted him and gasped when Haldir touched his sex. It was so full and hard that Faramir worried sometimes if there would be permanent damage to him after this. The thoughts spun away though when Haldir’s hand worked at the plug inside him, tugging just the right way. His hips lifted off the bed and automatically his body began to move, pumping his hips as Haldir’s hand worked his rigid flesh and moved the plug just right inside him. He was panting again as he moved, needing to find a release that was so very elusive. “Gods… this is madness is it not? I want you of all people so much yet I cannot come because of that damnable drug. I do not understand why he used it on me if he didn’t plan to continue using me today… it does not make sense.”

Because he knows that by making me watch you suffer, he can break me. Haldir closed his eyes as the words drifted through his mind, but he didn’t have the strength to say them just yet. Dorvane had finally found his weakness, and he damn well knew it. This was just another test in a long line of them, he feared. “In his mind, it makes perfect sense,” he murmured almost to himself.

He worked the plug and the flesh in his hands until his wrists and fingers ached, then continued to work them until they were numb. Finally, he stopped and pressed a kiss at the base of his lover’s back. “Take me again, love, then you can take my mouth and… anything else you want.” Positioning himself on the bed again, he spread his legs wide in invitation and rubbed a bit more oil over his entrance as he waited for his lover to enter him again.

Faramir couldn’t say they were making love because what was going on was nothing like the way they made love though it was not devoid of love. Perhaps that made some difference; at least through it all they knew they loved one another. Haldir knew that Faramir hated hurting him and after almost two days of sex and practically no sleep or real rest they were both in pain, they were both sore and tired and miserable. This was the most horrible torture really. Kissing they found only made Faramir worse, he wanted Haldir too much when they kissed so they couldn’t even do that.

All he could do was rut like an animal; take Haldir every way he could imagine… and a few creative ways that Haldir had imagined for him. None of it did any good. Late at night on the second day, in a few hours would be the third day like this actually. Haldir’s flesh was swollen around him, he could feel it, he was tighter than before because his passage had been used so very much. They’d done it in the tub with hot water, cold water; they’d tried almost every position one could come up with. Haldir had used his mouth and hands on him and all to no avail. “Gods… I am so tired,” he whispered finally as he collapsed next to Haldir on their bed that was a mess. The room smelled heavily of sex and sweat and though he was tired his arousal was still swollen and as hard as it had been the day before and stood proudly up from his body and his heavy balls hurt from the so long denied release.

Haldir brought Faramir’s hand to his lips and kissed it, even that slight movement making him wince. “It can’t last much longer,” he promised, knowing that these brief moments of respite were all they’d be allowed before Faramir would need to be touched or to take again. “The only remedy I know of… it is far, far more painful than this, and I honestly don’t think I could bear to put you through it.” He leaned over to rest on his side, seeing just how miserable and exhausted Faramir really was. “What do you need me to do, guren? Just tell me…” As he spoke, he let his hand rest on the inside of his lover’s leg, stroking gently.

Everything hurt, yet every touch seemed to excite him further despite the soreness. He was just so very exhausted and he knew Haldir was the same. It felt as if they had been fighting a battle for hours and hours on end not having sex. Though this was not even just having sex anymore, it was just survival. They had hardly been able to stop to eat or drink anything. His own hand reached down again as Haldir touched him. His wrist and shoulder were sore from hours of trying to give Haldir rest as he used his hands on himself. Haldir’s arms and hands were surely sore as well, they alternated as much as they had been able to, between times when Faramir would just try to lie still as he could but inevitably have to start moving again. “What would be easiest for you? We’ve tried practically everything I know to try,” he whispered.

After a moment, Haldir pulled Faramir onto his side, then rolled onto his side as well, spooning up against his lover. He slicked his entrance for what felt like the hundredth time, then slicked Faramir’s length as well, gently pushing his hand away and rubbing the swollen tip of the still hard erection behind him over his opening. “I think it’s starting to wear off a bit,” he murmured hopefully as he lifted his upper leg up in the air, opening himself up further, then pushing back, biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning as his body was pierced yet again. “See, you’re not feeling quite as frantic now. Maybe this will work for now.”

“It may be that I’m just tired,” Faramir murmured as he was seated deep inside his lover yet again. He knew that Haldir was red and swollen from the number of times he’d taken him in the past two now almost three days. His arms wrapped around Haldir’s chest, and as he began to move, he realized that he did seem to be more in control of himself rather than something else controlling him. It did hurt though, not enough to stop, not bad enough to make the arousal go away but he was sore. His hips were sore, his stomach ached from muscles there tensing, his back hurt, his backside where the plug was still buried in him ached and even his shaft itself ached from the constant need of friction and from being hard for so very long. His movements this time were slower, less frantic as Haldir had said and he kissed the back of Haldir’s neck sweetly. “Maybe it is wearing off now,” he whispered allowing himself to believe.

Haldir had came several times since Faramir had returned to their rooms, but he was simply too exhausted to even get aroused at the moment. Though he was sore, he still loved the feeling of Faramir inside him, because he knew their time together would be limited… and he had no intention of complaining. It made him feel immensely better knowing that he was the one Faramir was taking, not some random, cruel guard who cared nothing for him, who would laugh at his distress and make him ashamed of what the drug was doing to his body. Long Elven fingers fanned lovingly over the strong arms wrapped around him, and he leaned back, pressing a soft kiss against Faramir’s lips. “That’s it, love, you’re gaining more control already.” He slowly met Faramir thrust for thrust, praying his lover’s torment was nearing its end. “When you come, you will have little warning, and it will hurt. The first time it happened to me, I passed out for hours. If you do… don’t worry. I’ll watch over you and I won’t let them take you away while you’re asleep, I swear. You’ll wake up to my face, not theirs.”

Haldir’s sweet kiss seemed to break through something inside him, and Faramir began to move just a little bit faster, this time his own body seeking release and not the drug just forcing him to do so. Haldir’s muscles were tight around him, surely his body sore from how much they had coupled in the last few days. He nodded when Haldir spoke of passing out. He could imagine after being held back this long that it was common to pass out afterwards. He was grateful for his relationship with Haldir and for being allowed to come back here to him and not being stuck in some cell by himself or having to pleasure the guards until he was bleeding and still wanting more. Faramir’s hips began to move even faster, his arms pulling Haldir closer as his body continued to press onward, needing to find his release and praying that this time he would. He did feel guilt for hurting Haldir knowing that his exhaustion and pain was why he was not aroused now but Faramir had promised not to say as much.

There was a difference in Faramir’s thrusts this time, though any other lover not as attuned to him would never have noticed. Haldir tangled their fingers together and lifted his leg even higher despite the burning muscles in his thighs. His pain, he knew, was nothing compared to Faramir’s. He pushed back, meeting each thrust and leaned back on the pillow, looking up at Faramir with a mixture of sympathy, understanding, and most of all, all the love he had in him. “Kiss me, guren,” he whispered, knowing that their kisses aroused Faramir even further, and might be just what they needed to push his lover the edge.

Faramir wasn’t sure if kissing Haldir was a good idea, what if this wasn’t the drug wearing off? What if he just aroused himself more and yet again they were left to try again? But it was hard to resist his lover looking at him that way and asking him to kiss him. A stronger man might have been able to resist but Faramir certainly couldn’t. He leaned down and pressed his lips against Haldir’s that were still red and swollen from earlier that same day. His tongue dueled with Haldir’s as his hips continued to thrust deeply, but markedly slower than they had in the past. It was much more like making love than just sex this time and Faramir found hope in that. As Haldir moved under him, arching against him, offering so much of himself, Faramir began to thrust harder, his body now overwhelmed with not just lust but love. He thrust deep one last time as he sucked hard on his lover’s tongue and cried out loudly. It was completely unexpected when he came; he’d been held on the edge for much too long and finally gave in. He screamed against Haldir’s mouth as his release slammed into him in wave after wave. He came longer than he ever knew was possible, his hips still thrusting, even as his muscles locked and after a moment everything turned dark.

Moaning loudly as Faramir’s release filled him with such force, Haldir closed his eyes and concentrated on the blessed sensation of every pulse of his lover’s cock, knowing the long-denied release was a welcome, yet bittersweet victory over the drug he’d been given. He didn’t move for several moments, knowing instinctively that Faramir had fallen into an exhausted sleep, and simply savoring being connected to him so intimately. “I love you, Faramir,” he whispered. “I hope that no matter what, some part of you will always know that.”

He sighed, waited a moment, more, and carefully slid forward, frowning when his lover’s finally softening sex slid from inside him. He used the next half hour to carry Faramir to the couch, carefully remove the plug from his passage, changed the sheets, then cleaned his lover and himself. When he was finished, he gently put Faramir back into their bed, pulling him close. “Sleep, my dearest one,” he whispered softly. “And let us hope you are freed before Dorvane tries to do this to you again.”

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