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Forgotten Moments (NC-17)

Written by balrog

27 December 2010 | 49648 words

Title: Forgotten Moments
Author: balrog
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Faramir
Warnings: MPREG

Faramir finds out that his life was nothing but a lie.

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Chapter 2

“You are most welcome, my friend. I don’t know what would have happened if I was too late.” The arms that came around his shoulders from behind, felt warm and secure. “Am I not suppose to be comforting you?”

“You have shown me what it feels like to have a friend, I’m only returning the compliment. Let me take care of you for a change. Come, let us lie here on the rug and dry our hair. We can catch up on what you know about me so that my memory might jog itself.”

Before Éomer joined his friend on the rug, he made his way to a wine decanter and two glasses. He went back to the rug and poured two glasses. He set the decanter aside and proposed a toast.

“Here’s to making your memories return and to making new ones for us.” Éomer clinked his glass against Faramir’s and the Gondorian bowed his head.

For the next few weeks, Faramir and Éomer did everything to get Faramir’s memory back by visiting the places around Rohan that they enjoyed together. Now that the weather was getting colder, they decided to stay indoors. Éomer showed the Gondorian the library that belonged to his uncle. It was an extensive library that was obtained through the years on Middle Earth.

“This library should be a wonder to you.” Éomer opened the door and he heard a gasp from the young man behind him.

Faramir stood in awe at the door seeing that the library took up a lot of room. There were rows upon rows of books that consumed the room.

“I remember you reading every book that Minas Tirith possessed. Whenever I would seek you out, I would end up at the library your father had and find you in an overstuffed chair by the window reading. You could never get your nose out of a book. I even caught you reading a book in another language which Gandalf taught you in your lessons.” Éomer looked behind him to watch the look on his friend’s face.

It was a wonderful sight to see through his friend’s eyes for the first time. Faramir was in shock at he amount of books that were housed in this room.

“I don’t know what to say.” Faramir gazed at his friend. “You mean to tell me that I even walked around with my nose in a book and that I can understand other languages?”

“Yes, I had a hard time trying to get your attention so that we could spend time together.” The sun was starting to set so Éomer went and lit a lamp to brighten up the room. He turned to watch his friend and saw the glow that showed on his face before the light. It had a soft hue to it that made the Gondorian beautiful. Éomer felt a tingle in his chest while he watched the younger man. They were like brothers so where did this feeling of love come from?

“I somehow can’t believe I would be like that,” Faramir said.

“Believe me, you could never put a book down once it was in your hands,” Éomer stated. “How about we get some books for you and we could take them back to my room? I’ll get some history books so you can read up on Minas Tirith and Rohan.” Éomer proceeded to take books off the shelf. He handed them to Faramir and before he knew it his friend had an armful of books. “That should be enough. We can always come back later and get more.”

Faramir watched as Éomer piled the books in his arms. They were getting heavy. When the Marshall stopped piling the books he was relieved.

They made their way back to Éomer’s room and set the books on the table. Faramir grabbed one of the books that pertained to Minas Tirith and sat on the bed. The book was thrilling to read. Never before did he expect the White City to be such a structure made of stone.

As the weeks turned into months, the snow began to fall heavily and the two friends were getting to know one another again. They did get word from Denethor just before the snow started to fall. The letter said to him that he should stay until his memory returned and when it does to come home. It was easy for Éomer to recall all the things they did together. It was like a whole new world for Faramir to learn of his place in Minas Tirith and also Rohan. Éomer wanted so much to have his friend back in his life. But as he was doing so, he realized that his love for his friend was changing. It went from a friendship to something between lovers.

This was a new feeling for Éomer. He never intended for this to happen but it did. As he recalled images from his past, he never realized that those memories were of a man in love.

For Faramir to remember his past, it had become to painful sometimes. Somehow the letter that was sent from his father didn’t sit right in his mind. He shook it out of his mind for the time being. But whenever he looked at Éomer it felt different somehow. He wanted to touch his friend and to be just close made him happy.

One day as the winter turned into spring, Faramir was lying on the bed reading one of the many books. He looked up and seen Éomer lying at the foot of the bed with his head propped up against a pillow. His eyes gazed at his bedmate and he felt a tingle in his chest that made it’s way down to his toes.

Éomer was reading his book when he felt someone looking at him. He brought his eyes up and looked into the eyes of his friend. His chest got heavy and he was having a tough time breathing. ‘What is this?’ he thought to himself. They held their gaze for a few minutes until Éomer put his book down and crawled up the bed to the headboard.

Faramir watched as Éomer’s chest rose and fell. He, too, felt the same heaviness and watched as the Marshall put down his book and crawled towards him. The hungry look in his eyes told Faramir that he wanted something more. Putting his book aside on the table next to the bed, he felt lips press against his. They were like soft rose petals that tasted sweet like honey. He pulled the older man into his arms not wanting to let him go. These feelings that he developed over the last couple of months were exciting.

Éomer didn’t know what he was doing to his friend but it felt good when their lips came together in a caress that was so soft that it felt like silk upon his skin. He laid his body along side his friend and ran his tongue on the lips before his, wanting access to his soon to be lover’s mouth. Bringing his hand up, Éomer touched his fingers to the side of Faramir’s face. It was a loving touch that sent chills down his body to his groin. His cock was beginning to fill with blood. This brought a moan to his throat.

Faramir felt a tongue against his own and opened his mouth granting his friend access. It felt wonderful to finally kiss the man that was teaching him about himself. He brought his hands up the side of his bedmates body, running over the ribs and his back until they reached his shoulders. He pulled the man over on top of him wanting him closer. The Gondorian’s body was on fire and he raised his hips off the bed wanting more contact. This shouldn’t be happening, he thought. Two men are not suppose to do this kind of thing.

Éomer felt himself being pulled on his soon to be lover’s body. When it made full contact, he felt hips rise against his making his erection swell within the confinement of his leggings. He pushed his hips towards the man underneath him showing him what he wanted. When he felt the mouth against his open, he thrust his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness of the strawberries they had for lunch. Pulling his tongue out, he took the tongue of his lover into his own. It was heavenly to feel like this.

The young man moaned when Éomer’s muscle entered his mouth. He tasted like honey and cream. Feeling his tongue being drawn into the other mouth was divine. The tingling in his chest made his way to his groin making him so hard that it was getting painful. He watched the eyes open before him before his bedmate broke off the kiss.

Éomer had this overwhelming power to make love to the Gondorian but he didn’t want to hurt him. He had never done this before with one another and he didn’t know what was going through his friends mind. He rose off of Faramir, sat beside him on the edge of the bed and looked into his eyes. There was a lot of love inside those eyes.

“It seems like we have a dilemma between us,” Éomer whispered.

“I know. What do we do now? Do you want to continue this, what we started and hope it goes away or what?” Faramir was finding it hard to breathe. Tears sprang to his eyes within a heartbeat and fell over the corners of his eyes. This was an overwhelming feeling for him.

Éomer sat up and looked straight at his friend, brushing the tears from both eyes. “These past few months have been great for me. I have been teaching you all about yourself with you remembering things on your own. I know we have grown closer than we were before but I never seen this coming. Faramir,” he hesitated, “I don’t know how to say this.”

“I know what you mean. My life here has been filled with everything I have ever wanted. I made a friend out of Éowyn, your uncle, Théodred and you. But somewhere along the way it has made me feel things for you that is more.” He watched as Éomer’s eyes grew darker in color. “What is it, my friend?”

Éomer stared hard into the eyes before him. He watched as they turned from sapphire to dark blue. He wanted the man before him but he knew that his passion had to be controlled before he would make love to Faramir. “I don’t know how to say this but here it goes. I have fallen in love with you not just as a friend but as a lover. That is why I just kissed you. You somehow brought this passion out of me and I can’t help it.” He halted to wait to see if Faramir was going to say something.

Faramir didn’t know what to say. To hear that your friend loves you as a lover was unbelievable. He had the same feelings toward the man who sat before him but was he ready to say the words that he just heard? No, somehow they scared him.

“Éomer, I don’t know what to say. I do have feelings for you but I’m not sure what they are just yet. When we just kissed, it somehow felt right but…” He just didn’t know how to put into words what he felt right now. He just got some of his memories back. “I don’t know what to say.” He bowed his head not wanting to look at his friend right now. His feelings were so confusing that they overcrowded one another.

“I’m sorry, Faramir. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what got over me.” Éomer was shaking his head feeling sorry for what he just did.

“Don’t be sorry, Éomer. I enjoyed the kiss like you enjoyed it.” Faramir’s face flushed red. “Besides, it is not uncommon for men to show comfort to one another. My heart tells me to go forward but my mind is stopping me right now. I need to regain all my memories before I can go forward. I want to explore these new feelings inside me. I do care for you, my Marshall.” Faramir brought his fingers up to his bedmates face and rubbed the back of his fingers across the cheek. “Can we take this slow? I would like that for now.”

Éomer didn’t know what to say. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he could hear it. “We will explore these feelings together. I don’t want to let you go. I love you, but I’m willing to wait for you. I could never hurt you. We will find a way through this.” Éomer leaned over and place a chaste kiss upon the lips before him.

Faramir watched as Éomer leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips. It showed the love the Marshall of the Mark had for the Gondorian. He moaned closing his eyes and wanted the kiss to last forever but he knew he had to take it slow. He broke off the kiss and looked into the man’s eyes. He could see the love inside and wanted that for himself but it was too soon.

Éomer watched as Faramir broke off the kiss. When he looked into the eyes of the Gondorian, he seen hope inside. Maybe he might have a chance to love this beautiful man before him but right now he just wanted to hold him. It seemed like an eternity since Éomer held anyone in his arms. He laid down by Faramir and gathered him up in his arms.

“Let me hold you then. Feel comfort in my arms.” He placed another kiss into the man’s hair.

“Alright. I somehow feel safe in your arms anyway. It seems like nothing will hurt me when I’m here.” He felt loving arms envelope him and he rested his head against Éomer’s chest. Bringing his arm around the waist of the man under him brought a moan of comfort to him. ‘I do feel safe in these arms. They are arms that would never hurt me,’ he thought.

“Thank you, Faramir. I want to get to know you better. I know!” He brought his friends face up to he level. “How about we make a trip to Gondor? We could search the library there for any history of you. Maybe we can find out something about you. We could make an adventure out of it. Plus you can meet your brother! I know that he would love to see you as well as your father. I bet they have both missed you. What do you think?”

“I think that would be a great idea.” He sat up a little more. Faramir looked into his friend’s eyes with a scared look. “Although I’m scared, I’m excited as well. I want to see where I lived before I came here. It seems like a lifetime ago that I have been home. You can show me places where we were happy when you visited. Yes, let’s go. When can we leave?”

“I think that as soon as the weather gets warmer, we can make haste to Minas Tirith. We will take some of my men with us and ride to Gondor. There are still orcs out there so we will have to be careful. We will travel during the day and camp at night. Oh, this is going to be wonderful. It will be like seeing things through your eyes for the first time. Come, let’s go see my uncle and see what he says about this. Besides, I’m getting hungry and dinner should be soon. Let’s get cleaned up and go.”

With that said, they both washed in the bathroom and changed their clothes. Faramir got some leggings and a tunic from Éomer to wear and they both proceeded to the dining hall.

Upon entering the Dining Hall, Faramir and Éomer approached the head table. Seated in the king’s chair was Théoden, King of Rohan, beside him on his left was Éowyn. They both bowed to the King.

“Éomer, it is good to see you at my table. This is a surprise. Come, sit to my right and Faramir can sit beside you since he is the son of Denethor.” Saying that name was like trying to choke out a cherry pit that was stuck in your throat. Théoden did not like Denethor. They had no respect for one another. It was like an ongoing feud that never ceased.

“Thank you my King,” Éomer bowed and took his seat.

Faramir stared at the King when he mentioned his father’s name. He could tell from the look on his face that he did not like saying the name and the look in the King’s eyes were of hatred. He bowed before the King and took his seat next to Éomer.

“How do you fare this evening, Faramir?” the king asked.

“I am good, my lord,” Faramir replied. “I think it’s time that I return home. Your hospitality has been wonderful,” he said smiling at Éomer, “but I need to go home. My father must be worried about me.”

“Are you fully healed then?” Théoden asked. “I would not like to send you back home unless you can remember everything.”

“Well, my memory is not all there. Éomer and I had a talk before we came to dinner and we would like your approval in leaving here. I want to remember more but I think I can do more of that at home. If I see familiar surroundings then maybe my memories will fully restore themselves. I learned a lot about your people. I thank you again.”

The King pondered on this idea for a few minutes rubbing his chin. “I think that would be a good idea. It seems like you need to restore your memory.”

“Uncle, the reason we’re going so early is to find out why Faramir was able to heal so quickly. It seems he should have taken longer to recover from the head wound that he sustained. It should not have been a few days. We want to search the library at Minas Tirith and see what we can find.”

“I agree with Éomer,” Éowyn said. “It should have taken him longer to recover. This is not right for a human.”

“I also agree. Recovery time was too short,” the king stated. “Ok, I will send an escort with you. Maybe a few men who would be willing to stay for a time. You can leave in two days time.”

“Thank you, my lord, I, too, want to find out why I can heal faster.” Faramir was a little scared about his trip. He didn’t know what to expect.

They all finished dinner and rested, listened to music and talked amongst themselves. When it was time to head for bed Faramir rose.

“My lord, I will leave you in good company. I seem to tire quite easily, so I will bid you good night.” With that he bowed before the king and left the hall. He knew his way to his bedroom but as he left the hall he realized that it was not only his bedroom but Éomer’s as well. He stopped outside the doors of the dining hall and thought better than to wait for his friend.

Éomer watched as his friend left the dining hall. Should he go after him or what? His feelings were more jumbled than he thought. Then someone spoke that he did not hear.

“Éomer, can you hear me?” Théoden asked, nudging his nephew.

“What?” he shook himself from his thoughts. “Sorry, uncle, I did not hear you.”

“Why don’t you go after him. I know of the feelings you have for him plus the way you just looked at him. You have spent all this time together and I see you have more than a friendship with him.”

“How… how did you know?” Éomer stammered.

“I have not lived this long to know what love is. I once loved a man a long time ago.” The King got this far away look in his eyes. It seemed like a hundred years ago that his love had fallen in battle. A tear slid down his face into his beard.

When Éomer seen the tear he raised his fingers and brushed it away. “Thank you.” He ran from the hall running into Faramir just outside the door. Taking his friend’s hand into his, he walked with Faramir to their bedroom. He opened the door and locked it. The swelling in his chest was excruciating. He turned from the door and gazed at the beautiful man across the room. His love was so overwhelming that he had a hard time breathing.

Faramir turned when he heard the lock click that he knew that Éomer wanted privacy with him. He stared at the man at the door as his friend stare at him. His heart was pounding in his chest. He watched as Éomer walked across the floor and stood in front of him looking into the sky blue eyes. Faramir knew exactly what he wanted but he couldn’t say a word. It was like his throat had closed up.

Neither one of them said a word. Both undressed without taking their eyes off each other. Éomer was finding it hard to breath with his heart hammering inside his chest. Faramir was having the same problem. It was like both of them were experiencing the same feelings.

Éomer looked at his soon to be lover. He wanted to touch him so bad that his body tingled from his head to his toes. He raised his hands and placed them on Faramir’s shoulders feeling the skin which was hot and his breathing was erratic.

“By the Gods, your beautiful,” Éomer whispered.

“So are you,” Faramir whispered back. He rose his hands to the sides of the body before him. Touching him was like a fire that burned in the very depths of his soul. He never felt like this before.

Their passion for one another was not overbearing. All they wanted to do right now was touch each other and get to know one another’s bodies. This was not about a need that was to be filled. They both knew that this was new to both of them. Neither one experienced a love that was so strong.

Éomer gazed into Faramir’s eyes seeing the love that his body was showing. He stepped forward one step to bring their bodies against one another. He kissed the lips that was before his in a light motion that it brought a moan from the both of them.

The Gondorian watched as the man claimed his lips with such love. The kiss was brushed ever so slightly that it sent tingles down his body to his groin. His erection twitched. He wrapped his arms around the Marshall bringing his hands to the back and lightly ran his fingers over the skin. Every once and a while he could feel a scar or a hollow. The back of this man told Faramir that he was in battles. He had lived through many fights.

Éomer brought his hands around the back feeling his soon to be lovers skin. There was not one single scar on his back. It felt like smooth skin that never saw a battle before but he knew that Faramir fought many battles

Faramir pulled back from Éomer. He felt they were going to fast to soon. It was making him feel uncomfortable. The feelings that were welling up in the Steward’s son was making his thinking blur in front of his eyes.

“I can’t do this, Éomer. It’s not right. I want to find out who I am before we go any further.” Faramir stepped away from his friend fighting his feelings.

“I understand you, Faramir. I would be doing the same thing if I was in your position. We don’t have to perform the act but we can give each other release. Besides, I don’t want to hurt you.” Éomer looked straight into Faramir’s eyes. “I love you.” He brought his lips to his soon to be lover and kissed him with reverence.

Faramir accepted the kiss for what it was intended to be. It showed the love that his friend had for him. He broke off the kiss and climbed onto the bed. As he laid down, he held out his hand to Éomer to join him. He just wanted the Marshall to lay down beside him and hold him for the night. Whatever was after that they would take day by day.

Éomer watched the hand of his friend reach out to him and he placed his hand into it. He laid down beside Faramir on his back and took the young man into his arms. It felt good holding him with their skin against each other.

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