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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 3

The Gondorian went into the arms and laid his head on Éomer’s chest. He wrapped his arm around his waist and brought his leg and draped it over. It felt good to hold his bed partner in his arms. He moaned as his face rubbed against the chest below him. He raised his head and looked into the eyes before his. He raised himself up and brought his lips upon the man again. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of those soft lips.

The Marshall felt his friend raise his head and he looked into the eyes. He watched as Faramir came closer and claimed his lips again. They were like silk roses, kissing them lightly until the pressure was too much. He brought the man over top of him making their erections touch each other. It brought a moan to both partners.

Feeling himself pulled on top, Faramir brought both of his hands to the face before his. When his erection touched the other one it brought a moan. He pushed his hips into Éomer’s making the man below raise his hips. The contact was unbearable. He broke off the kiss and moved his mouth to the jaw with kisses working his way down until he found the nub on the left side, dragging his tongue across it, making it harder. He then suckled it wanting more of the man.

It was making Éomer almost lose control. He raked his fingers across Faramir’s back making his mate groan. He pushed his head into the pillow, raising his chest wanting more contact. The tingling from his chest went straight to his groin, making his cock fill with more blood.

Faramir straddled the Marshall’s hips bringing their erections beside one another. He bent down to kiss his lover lightly. He never wanted this feeling to end. It was bliss feeling this way. He rose and looked into Éomer’s eyes seeing the love that was before him.

Éomer watched as Faramir sat on his hips with his legs on either side of him. His lips were taken again so slight that it was like a whisper of wind crossing his. As Faramir looked into his eyes, he felt more loved than he had ever been in his life. With his hand, he reached for both erections, bringing them together. It felt like the softest silk in his hand. Rubbing his hand up and down, he never took his eyes off Faramir. He felt another hand cover his and going up and down it was like nothing either one had ever felt before.

Faramir felt his erection beside his lover’s and brought his hand up to surround them both. He brought his hand up and down while still gazing into the eyes below him, rocking his hips forward and back. His skin tingled with every movement they made. Faramir brought his head back trying to hold onto his control but it was a losing battle.

The man lying on the bed sensed his lover above him twinge and watched as his head fell back. Éomer took the other hand of Faramir’s and brought the fingers up to his lips kissing each one. He wanted Faramir to feel loved just like he felt right now. It wasn’t long before Éomer lost control he brought his head back as he let go of his essence. At the same time he felt his love shudder as he let go of his as well.

Faramir was trying so hard to control himself that he lost his battle. He let go of his white pearly essence, covering both of them in it. He thrust his hips forward sending more liquid onto his lovers fingers. He panted, trying to slow down his breathing. Opening his eyes, he watched as the man below him grunted sending his hips up against Faramir’s. Looking down at the milky substance on his lover’s chest, he brought a finger into some of it raising it to his lips, wanting to see what it tasted like. It was like something sweet with a bit of salt added to it. It brought a smile to his lips when he looked at his lover.

The King’s nephew watched what Faramir was doing. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. It brought a twitch to his member again just seeing the drop on the finger of the man as he brought it to his mouth tasting it. Releasing his hand from their members, he put his own finger into the substance and brought it to his lips. It tasted of a sweetness like honey and a bit tangy. It brought a moan to his throat.

Watching his lover do what he did made his cock twitch again. He lowered his head and kissed his partner. His tongue brushed against the lips of the man before him granting him access. He touched every space inside tasting himself and his lover. Their chests were covered in the sticky substance making Faramir rub his chest against him.

Éomer felt his lips being claimed again, granting access to his lover. He tasted himself and raised his hands to Faramir’s back lightly tracing his muscles downward until they reached the mounds on the backside of his lover. He squeezed and pulled forward until their groins were up against one another again.

Breaking off the kiss, Faramir gazed into the eyes before him.

“I… don’t know what to say. That was amazing.” Faramir was breathing hard.

“I know. You were great. Never have I experienced anything so powerful before. I have lain with men before but not like this. It was for companionship out in the battlefield but not like this. I knew you were beautiful, I never thought it would be like this with you. Now I know why I love you. You have the heart of a poet, filled with music. In all the years of knowing you, I never seen this side of you.” Raising his hand, Éomer ran his fingers down the side of Faramir’s face, down his neck and then his chest. It wasn’t until he reached his chest that he notice he was devoid of hair. Not wanting to break the mood, he would ask later about this.

“I don’t remember lovemaking was ever this wonderful. This is just as new to me as it is to you. Right now I don’t want to go all the way with you, Éomer. I hope you don’t get mad but I want to get to know myself a little more before that happens. I need to understand myself a little better.” Faramir placed a small kiss on his lover’s lips.

“I understand, my love. I will wait for you when the moment is right for you. I would never hurt you and I do agree. We should wait until you are fully healed. I, too, want you to remember things that we shared as friends. I want to be your lover but until then we will do this. There are many ways to love without penetrating each others bodies. We can do that for now. But right now, you have totally worn me out. How about a bath to get rid of this sticky stuff between us and then we can sleep.” Éomer was proud of the Gondorian. He wanted to see Faramir with all his memories intact before they proceeded with their love.

“I agree. Let’s have a bath and rest. Who’s to say that we will sleep,” he chuckled as he rose off of Éomer and pulled his lover with him. They both entered the bathroom and saw water inside it. Faramir put his finger in the water still finding it hot. “Someone must have prepared a bath before we arrived. The water is just right. Come, my love, I will wash your back if you wash mine.” Faramir entered the water waiting for his lover to enter.

Éomer entered the tub placing himself between the legs of his lover.

They bathed and washed each other. They got to know one another’s bodies this way. After finishing, they both climbed out of the tub and donned robes that were placed on a chair inside the room. They made their way into the bedroom and dried off in front of the fireplace. Éomer went to a table, grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine. Bringing it to Faramir, he settled down beside the man and poured. They raised their glasses to good health and relaxed in front of the fire. After their hair was dried, they made their way to the bed, took off their damp robes and crawled into bed, pulling up the blankets.

Faramir rested his head on Éomer’s chest, running his finger in circles in the hair before his face. Turning his head, he gazed into his lover’s eyes and raised his head until their lips touched. It was a soft kiss that said everything to the two of them. It felt great being back in his lover’s arms. It was total bliss.

The Marshall felt his hair being teased and watched as the head on his chest rose and claimed his lips in a light kiss. It was making his heart pound. He knew right then that his love for Faramir was greater than it ever could be. He broke off the kiss wanting to tell his love something.

“Love, I never told you yet but my uncle knows about us.” Éomer watched for a reaction.

“What did he say?” Faramir was shocked at what was said.

“He told me to go to you. He could tell by the looks we gave each other, the way our fingers brushed one another and the way my eyes followed you out of the room when you headed for bed. He told me of a love he had with a man years ago so he knows what it is to feel in love and so do I.” Éomer brushed his thumb across the bottom lip of his lover feeling the smooth skin. He brought his lips one more time to his lover and kissed him. It was slow and sensuous. His tongue was granted access and explored the cavern that was hidden inside.

When Faramir listened to Éomer talk about his uncle he watched as his eyes darkened. Faramir didn’t know about his feelings just yet but he knew these feelings were right and made his chest constrict. After feeling a thumb on his bottom lip, his lips were kissed again and he opened his mouth waiting for his lover to enter. His tongue possessed it’s mate tasting its sweetness that evaded his mouth. Faramir loved kissing the man before him. Before long his groin got warm again and his member twitched.

Breaking off the kiss, Éomer stated, “If we don’t stop this I won’t be able to stop myself. I want you so bad that I just want to take you. But I said that I would never hurt you and I will keep that promise.” He kissed his lover again only this time it was a chaste one.

“I agree. I want you also but until I find out who I am then I don’t…” Somehow he couldn’t finish his statement. He bowed his head against the man’s chest letting his tears fall.

“What’s this? What’s with the tears.” Éomer felt the shudder of his mate’s shoulders and raised his head with his hand under his chin. “I don’t know how you feel but I will never lose you. We will take this slow until you find out who you are. I already know you as well as I should but there was a private life you led when I was not there. Together we will find that person. I want to know what kind of man you were with your family when I was not there. We will do this together, I promise.” Éomer placed a small kiss on his love rubbing small circles on his lower back trying to ease his tension.

“Thank you, Éomer. We will find out who I was in that other life. What if I don’t like him? What then?” Faramir’s tears subsided with the small pressure that was applied to his back.

“We will decide that when the time comes. How about we get some rest and tomorrow we will plan our trip. I want you to see Minas Tirith for the first time. Maybe then you will remember who you are when you see the White City.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” He stifled a yawn. Before closing his eyes, he murmured, “good night, my love.”

Éomer heard the endearment and snuggled closer with a smile on his lips. Kissing the top of Faramir’s head, he rested his against his love’s and closed his eyes.

The next morning the two friends made plans to take their trip to Minas Tirith. They were bringing guards with them that had no families in Rohan. Éomer didn’t know how long they were going to stay in the White City so he thought that single men would only accompany them.

The morning of their departure, they bid farewell to Éomer’s family. Faramir thanked Théoden King for his healing while in his care. Éowyn hugged Faramir whispering to him to take care and hope he finds what he is looking for.

A week later, the two friends came upon the Fields of Pelennor. It was a vast area that surrounded Minas Tirith.

Faramir was in awe of the fields. It took his breath away at the expanse that took up the land. Then his eyes came upon the White City. It was a wondrous sight to see a city that was built of stone in the face of the mountains. The city was layered like stepping stones. Before them laid a wall that surrounded and protected the White City. Upon the wall stood a parapet that held guards. They approached the wall.

“Who go’s there?” one of the guards yelled from above. It was then that the guard noticed the Tree of Gondor on the breastplate of one of them.

“I am Éomer, Third Marshall of the Riddermark of Rohan and with me is Faramir, son of Denethor. We wish passage into your great city,” Éomer shouted from his horse. He placed a reassuring hand on Faramir’s shoulder. He wanted his friend to stay calm.

Just as he spoke, the tall gates of the city opened up and they entered. It was then that Éomer heard a gasp from beside him. He turned to see what Faramir was looking at. It was a statue of Anárion, one of the Kings of Gondor.

“What is Faramir? Do you remember something?” Éomer questioned his friend.

“Yes, I remember playing on that statue when I was but a child. I fell off it and broke my arm. I remember as if it was yesterday.” He brought his hand up to rub his left forearm as if he felt it snap in two when he fell to the ground.

“Somehow I knew that coming here would bring some of those memories back.” Just then he heard shouting come from the guards that were in the courtyard.

“My Lord, Denethor, Steward of Gondor, wishes to see both of you in the Citadel. Come this way.” Four guards mounted their horses and made their way through the streets of the city.

As Faramir and Éomer made their way through the city, many people were glad to see their Captain of the Rangers returned to them. Faramir watched each expression on their faces and the majority of them had smiles and nodded. It made his heart know that he was thought of in this White City. They made their way through the levels of the city. Upon entering the courtyard, Faramir stopped his horse and stared at a tree that was dead. Not a leaf or flower adorned it. It made his heart sad and a tear escaped his eye.

Éomer stopped his horse when he realized that Faramir was no longer beside him. Making his way to his friend’s side, he watched as the face before him became solemn and a tear fell. He didn’t want him to be sad.

“Faramir, come. Let’s go see your father. It has been a long time since you saw him.” Éomer touched his mate’s shoulder bringing him out of his reverie.

Faramir turned his head and seen the smile on the Marshall’s face. Nodding, he made his way to the steps that led up to the Citadel.

They both got off their horses and Éomer told his soldiers to wait here while they went inside.

Entering the Citadel, they made their way to the chair of the Steward. There on the dais was a man of many years. He was dressed in a black fur cloak. His hair was streaked with white strands mixed into black. He wore the ring of a Steward that was passed onto him by his father, Echthelion. He rose from his seat and made his way to his son.

Faramir watched as the older man made his way to stand in front of him. The man before him did not register in his mind. He was a stranger.

“Faramir, my son. It is good to see you returned home. I have missed you.” Denethor took the man before him in a fierce hug.

Faramir stood in shock when the man’s arms came around him. He brought his own hands around him making it look like he was glad.

Éomer watched as Denethor hugged his own son. The look on the Steward’s face was what shocked him. It was like a piece of property had returned to him. It made his stomach cringe with fear for Faramir. He did not like this at all.

“What happened to you out there? I sent you to the Fenmarch to patrol that area then you disappeared. I waited two weeks before I sent another patrol out there and they found nothing. I thought you were dead.” Denethor brought his hand around Faramir’s shoulder and they made their way to a table set with food. Word had been sent to him when the warriors entered the city so he put out food for them. Denethor bade them to sit and eat.

“I…” Faramir started to say but the words wouldn’t come out.

“My Lord Denethor, I hate to say this but did you not get the letter we sent that told you that your son has lost his memory? The only memory he has is when he woke up in my arms on the field where I found him. He was not in Fenmarch by the way. I found him in the Eastfold. They were in a fierce fight with a army of orcs. They must have chased them there. Faramir was the only one I found alive. It was a massacre.” Éomer hung his head remembering the scene on the field.

“I did receive it but I thought by now he would have regained his memory. Am I wrong?” Denethor watched the look that came over his son’s face. It was like he was trying to remember something but he didn’t know what.

“Yes. All the time we spent in Rohan has not returned his memories of Gondor but they have of Rohan. That is why we are here. Faramir has been put in my care until his memories have returned. I hope this is not an inconvenience.” Éomer watched Faramir with his father. Somehow he didn’t trust the Steward of Gondor with his friend.

“No, I had hoped to have my son back. You can stay has long as you wish, Éomer. If it means to have his memories of Gondor back, so be it. I will have quarters for you to stay in for the present. As for your guards, they can stay in the warrior’s quarters.”

“I would like to know where Boromir is right now. He is the only one that seems to come to my mind at the moment.” Faramir was scared on asking this question. He watched as a sad look came over the Steward’s face. Denethor rose from the table and raced from the hall not answering his question. “Did I say something wrong?” He looked to Éomer.

“I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe we can ask someone. How about we eat and we’ll get someone to take us to our rooms.” Éomer watched Faramir nod and they partook in the feast before them.

A servant came to them sometime later and took them to their quarters. Upon entering his rooms, Faramir turned to the servant and asked about Boromir.

“You do not know?” The servant saw Faramir’s shake his head. “He was killed in an attack that took place in North Ithilien. His whole patrol was assaulted, not one survived. Your rooms, my lord are next door to your right. I will take my leave. If either of you need anything, just pull the cord next to your bed.” The servant left them alone and closed the door.

“Dead?” Faramir was stunned and he dropped to the chair beside him. “I can’t believe this, Éomer! What’s going here? First I lose my memories and now I have lost a brother I know nothing about.” Faramir brought his hands up to his face to hide the tears that were falling. It was then that he felt arms come around him. So that was why Denethor ran from the room! He couldn’t tell is only son that his brother was killed.

Éomer didn’t know what to do. He had never seen Faramir fall apart like this before. He knelt to the floor in front of Faramir, brought his arms around his love and rubbed his back. He felt arms encircle him as Faramir’s head came to his shoulder and cried.

“How about you lay down for a while? You have had a trying day and you must be tired.” They made their way to Faramir’s bed in the other room and both laid down. Éomer gathered his love into his arms and tried soothing the cries by rubbing his back. It was a long while before the cries stopped and he heard a constant breathing.

Éomer didn’t know what to think. Boromir was dead! How can that be? He knew that the oldest son of Denethor was a great warrior. Nothing would have stopped him from destroying his enemy. This was unlike him unless something else was in the midst of all this. Some other power that he had not yet seen. And why would Denethor send out both of his son’s at the same time? He should have known better. With all these questions in his mind, Éomer was going to try and find answers to them. His own father never let either him or Théodred go on patrols at the same time. One would have to stay back in case something happened to the other. So many questions and too few answers. With that in his mind, he settled more into the bed and tried to sleep. He would have to be there for Faramir when he woke.

A little while later, Éomer felt someone move in his arms. He soothed his companion again feeling him settle.

Faramir mumbled in his sleep. He was seeing unpleasant images in his mind.

“No, don’t touch me! NO!” he screamed. Faramir sat up abruptly in bed screaming his lungs out. “NO!” he shrieked.

“What is it, my love?” Éomer sat up in bed hearing the scream. “What’s the matter? Did you have a bad dream?” He watched as fear took over the face before him. He knew not to touch Faramir knowing that a nightmare would have bad consequences and scare him out of his wits.

Faramir didn’t know where he was. He looked around the room and recognized some of the things that were set upon shelves and bookcases. Then he realized that he was in Gondor. He was home. But why did home make him scared? When his eyes came upon a man in the bed next to him, Faramir stared at him and watched as a hand rested on his shoulder.

Éomer knew that you never touched anyone from waking after a nightmare. He carefully placed his hand upon Faramir’s shoulder knowing he was awake and letting him know that he was not alone. He watched as the face turned towards him. “Tell me about your dream, Faramir.”

Faramir shook his head. He didn’t want anyone to know what he had seen especially Éomer. “No, I can’t. If I did he would kill me.” He whispered. That last statement made his eyes grow wide.

“What do you mean, ‘kill you’? I don’t want there to be any secrets between us, my love.” He took Faramir’s hands into his own and tried to sooth him by rubbing his knuckles.

Faramir jumped out of bed and ran to the balcony for some air. Taking a deep breath he needed to clear his mind of what he just said. No one knew about him. His private life was just that, private. What went on behind closed doors was kept there. It was something that he couldn’t put his finger on but it scared him. Hearing footsteps cross the floor, he waited until the arms came around his waist from behind. He felt the comfort in those arms and leaned back to feel the love. Tears came to his eyes again making him bring his hands to his face, crying into them.

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