Faramir Fiction Archive

Lessons (NC-17)

Written by Anorienbean

22 May 2007 | 1566 words

Characters: Haldir/Faramir
Beta: The scrumptious martonsmistress
Prompt: 20 Standing in the corner
Word Count: 1492
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not true, no money made, obviously, sadly, unfortunately didn’t happen, though if it had, I have sold my soul to see it.
Author’s Notes: Written for 50kinkyways

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“Faramir, I am not in the mood to argue with you,” Haldir snapped as he looked away from the delicate parchment he was writing on. “I am tired and hungry and have too many reports to write to sit and discuss who we invite to our wedding! Invite whomever you like, and leave me in peace, I beg of you!”

Stung by Haldir’s tone, not to mention his cavalier attitude about what was supposed to be the most important day of their lives, Faramir threw down his pen and parchment – right on top of Haldir’s notes – turning over the small bottle of ink at the corner of his desk in the process. The Elf stood up, glared at his lover and gritted his teeth as he looked back down at his now ruined report.

“I truly can NOT believe you would be so childish as to destroy my work, Faramir! I thought you more refined than that.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Faramir’s hand slammed into the desk and he returned Haldir’s glare defiantly. “But the wedding is in two weeks, and you have been too busy to help me plan it, so if it doesn’t suit you, I don’t want to hear you complain!”

Lord Celeborn had been especially demanding on that day, which had already set Haldir’s nerves on end, and now, Faramir was only making matters worse. “Just… leave me alone for one hour,” he managed, “then I will help you on whatever list you like.”

“Never mind.” Faramir’s lip stuck out in a rather adorable pout, and Haldir suddenly had to bite back a smile. No one could manage to temper his anger as quickly as Faramir, and he didn’t even usually have to try very hard. Still, it wouldn’t do to let him off too easily, the Elf decided, since, after all, Faramir often did his best to irritate Haldir so he could be ‘punished.’ This definitely seemed to be one of those times, because the defiant tone of his voice did not match the mischievous gleam in his eyes in the least.

“Enough!” Haldir grabbed Faramir by his upper arm and propelled him to the corner of the room, pushing him forward until he was standing in the corner, just beside their bed. “Stay there until I say you can leave,” he whispered against Faramir’s ear. “If you move before I give you permission, then I promise you, you will not be able to sit comfortably for at least a week.”

The Ranger’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile. Gods, Haldir was so easy sometimes, and Faramir knew just how to get his way. Just as he expected, he felt his breeches jerked down to his ankles and his shirt pulled unceremoniously over his head. His eyes closed as he finally let the smile touch his lips, his arousal already starting to fill and harden. He yelped as Haldir’s hand smacked down hard on his backside one, then twice, then…

Nothing.

Faramir turned around to arch an eyebrow at his lover, trying to look innocent.

“But, Haldir, how will I finish the wedding plans if I am forced to stand here?” His eyes were wide, and he had finally managed to wipe the grin from his face, but he looked anything but contrite.

Cursing under his breath, Haldir stomped back across the room, half annoyed and half amused. “I told you… ” He didn’t even miss a beat when his lover grinned, turned back toward the corner, and wiggled his backside. Smack! His hand slammed down across Faramir’s rear again, then once more for good measure.

He needed to get back to work, and thought surely, Faramir would be quiet for a while and let him concentrate. Instead, his soon to be husband looked over his shoulder and frowned. “Is that the best you can manage, oh mighty Marchwarden?” he taunted. “A few half-hearted taps to my backside, which, by the way, is still slick and stretched and open from after lunch, when I rode you harder and faster than I’ve ever ridden any of the steeds in Minas Tirith or Lothlorien put together? Nice and warm and wet from when you… ”

Haldir’s mouth dropped open and he stared at his lover in both amusement and exasperation. He hesitated for only a moment, then decided to give Faramir exactly what he wanted… well, almost. Lifting his fingers to his mouth, he licked two, as he reached up with his free hand to hold Faramir’s hands above his head. With one leg wedged between Faramir’s thighs, he nudged them further apart and pushed his lover hard against the wall. Without preamble, he pushed his now-slick fingers inside Faramir’s entrance, and twisted them hard, just as his lover liked it. Leaning forward, he ran this tongue over the back of Faramir’s ear, leaving a wet, hot trail behind, then blew his breath across it, causing the Ranger to whimper and shiver from head to toe.

“I…Gods, Haldir… ”

“Hush.” Haldir’s voice was just above a whisper, and his fingers kept moving in and out of the tight passage he’d taken only a few hours before. He could feel the slickness inside Faramir’s body, the warmth and wetness of his own release that still coated his inner muscles. “I love you, Faramir,” he whispered. “I love you dearly, but sometimes you make me want to teach you a lesson you will never… ever... forget… ”

His last words were punctuated by the tips of his fingers rubbing hard over his lover’s sweet spot, causing his ‘captive’ to get weak in the knees and have a hard time catching his breath.

Faramir loved provoking a ‘punishment’, but at certain points, like now, for instance, when he desperately needed to touch himself and couldn’t, for Haldir was still holding his hands up high, he wondered at the wisdom of his actions. At the moment, indeed, he wondered why he hadn’t just removed all his clothes, insinuated himself between Haldir and his work, kissed him deeply, and then ask for help with the invitation list. That tactic always worked… but then again, so did this one.

Once challenged, Haldir was not the type of Elf to give in easily. He was hard and desperately wanting to bury himself inside his lover’s body, but wanted Faramir to beg for it first.

Just to make things a bit more exciting, he slowly worked in a third finger, then moved to Faramir’s side, where he maneuvered himself between the wall and his lover, his fingers still working the tiny nub of nerves relentlessly. “I might free one of your hands if you were to say you are sorry,” the golden Elf promised, his breath warm and seductive as it blew over Faramir’s skin. “I might let you touch yourself.”

“I… I’m sorry,” Faramir managed between moans. “I should not have… oh, Gods, Haldir… should not have disturbed… ahhhh… you.”

“No, you should not have.” Haldir’s fingers moved in even deeper, the tips now stabbing at the small bundle of nerves without giving Faramir a moment’s mercy.

Faramir tried desperately to move his hands, but Haldir held them fast against the wall. “You said… ”

“I said I might,” Haldir murmured, twisting his fingers and scissoring them even wider. “I said I might free one of your hands.”

Cursing under his breath, Faramir’s head fell back and he rocked his hips, fucking himself on long Elven fingers, as there was little else he could do. When he shifted forward, he could feel Haldir’s erection, so at least, he thought, he wasn’t the only one being tortured.

“Don’t you… don’t you… need to get back… to finish… ?”

“Lord Celeborn will understand,” Haldir smirked, running his tongue over the throbbing vein on the side of Faramir’s neck. “We have a wedding to plan and… a few things to take care of… ”

“The first-born are supposed to be kind and… oh Gods Haldir, please… ”

Haldir simply moved his fingers faster and held tight to his lover’s hand as he snorted, though he was more than a little uncomfortable himself, with his arousal lying hard and thick between them.

“... and gentle and loving… ”

“I am loving,” Haldir interjected. “I show you and tell you every day how much I love you.”

“But… but did you catch the part about kindness?” Faramir panted. “Because this is most definitely not kind.”

“Ah… my handsome Ranger is not happy,” the blond Elf whispered as he licked his lips and nibbled on Faramir’s neck, “Remember, my dear one, you started this. As someone very wise once told me… ’if it doesn’t suit you, I do not want to hear you complain!’”

As Faramir pressed back further, driving Haldir’s fingers in even deeper, the thought crossed his mind that it was going to be a very, very long night… and that one day, it might be in his best interest to not provoke his lover when he was busy.

But then, of course, he fully intended on teaching Haldir a few lessons of his own.

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