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Love is... (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 18

After Faramir’s accident and the resulting punishment, Faramir and Rahl did have a talk with Corrine about her cat and Rahl explained that he would never hurt an animal. He asked Corrine of course to keep what he said a secret and Faramir found himself having to not grin because it was likely the girl wouldn’t keep it a secret at all. Then again, it wasn’t so bad for people within the castle to know that their master, though he had a temper and could be cruel and dole out punishment he was not the type to hurt an animal. Faramir thought that perhaps it would be best if Corrine didn’t keep the secret and let them see that Rahl wasn’t as horrible as everyone thought. Powerful yes, but not evil enough to hurt a child or an admittedly frustrating yet lovely cat.

It was a few more days before Faramir could sit down without wincing but he never asked Rahl to heal him and never expected him to. He had not trusted his lover as he should have and he deserved what he’d gotten. Besides a part of Faramir liked the slight sting each time he took a seat, remembering how incredible he’d felt during that punishment as well. There were times where he purposefully would stand not because of the pain but because those thoughts were terribly distracting. Once the pain faded, Faramir still remembered his lesson that day. To not hide anything from his lover, though he was still hiding one thing. The fact he knew of Rahl’s scars already. He hadn’t been brave enough to let his lover know about that little fact yet.

This morning however when Faramir woke he found himself watching Rahl sleep. Generally, Rahl slept on his side, turned away from him but this morning he was on his back and Faramir found himself itching to touch and kiss the lovely expanse of tanned skin. He wanted to taste his lover, to make him feel as good as Rahl always made him feel. He thought perhaps that he would be safe in doing so… Rahl had seemed to allow Faramir’s touch perhaps altering his spells a bit for him. He wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity, it might get him into trouble but… Faramir was prepared to face those consequences too. So he leaned down and brushed his lips lightly against Rahl’s chest, over his heart and then moved to tease his nipples gently with his lips and tongue. Rahl moved under him a little, encouraging Faramir to be braver. He moved until he was between his lover’s legs, kissing and licking his stomach, surprised Rahl hadn’t awoken yet.

Though it wasn’t exactly comfortable, the breeches Rahl slept in kept a constant slight pressure over his lower body, assuring him that his scars would never be seen. Still, he’d always curled in on himself, never facing his bedmate, whoever he might be, just in case the fabric slipped down or he forgot to keep the room as dark as he needed to. Faramir liked the morning sun, however, so the rooms were never completely dark in the mornings. This alone should have told his subconscious mind to keep his back to the man beside him, but a part of him, – either a part that wanted to know Faramir would love him no matter what or wanted to push Faramir away for good – allowed him to forgo his fetal position that morning, despite the faint light in the room. Soft kisses his body recognized but his mind didn’t made him stir, but he didn’t turn away; instead, he sighed softly and shifted in the bed, not even realizing he was encouraging Faramir with his actions. He only vaguely realized someone was moving next to him, and, rather than wake up and cast a killing spell as he once might have, he merely smiled and licked his lips, murmuring Faramir’s name sleepily and drifting back to sleep at once.

Faramir found himself smiling when Rahl murmured his name and continued kissing his lover’s body, tasting his skin for the first time really other than the few times he’d taken Rahl into his mouth in the past weeks. That had always been somewhat rough and fast and though enjoyable for both of them, Faramir wanted to show Rahl so much more. To show him love and tenderness, things he knew Rahl had never really had in his life. He closed his eyes for a moment, praying that Rahl wouldn’t be too angry with him, or hopefully distracted enough that Faramir wouldn’t be punished too severely. Slowly, his fingers traced along the waist of his pants, untying them and pushing them down just enough to expose his already half hard arousal. He could see the scars in the dim light but Faramir didn’t turn away from them. He simply pressed a tender kiss against his lover’s abdomen before moving to take Rahl’s cock in his hand, stroking slowly and licking the tip teasingly before taking it more fully into his mouth.

Rahl’s breathing quickened and he shifted on the bed again, this time crooking one leg to the side and pushing his hips slightly forward, craving the surprisingly warm and soft friction against his lower half. He felt cool air against his skin, and would have woken up then if warm lips and an even warmer mouth hadn’t covered him, chasing away the chill. Still mostly asleep, he reached down, felt Faramir’s hand on the bed beside him and rested his own fingers over it. In his mind, he was suddenly sitting in his chair in the corner of the room, robes carefully parted to free his arousal, but hide everything else, and Faramir was on his knees before him, pleasuring him with his mouth. “Mmmm,” he breathed. “Feels good…”

Faramir was touched beyond belief when Rahl’s hand settled over his own and he felt his lover’s arousal begin to grow even harder and lengthen between his lips. He sank down even further until the tip nudged the back of his throat and dark hair tickled his nose. He drew back slightly and began to move, using his tongue to press against the head of his lover’s arousal. He set up a slow; leisurely pace, enjoying the flavor of his lover’s skin and the way that Rahl reacted to him. He was enjoying it, there was no question about that. Faramir looked up and watched Rahl’s face as he continued his ministrations. He loved looking at Rahl; he was undoubtedly the most handsome man Faramir had ever met, especially this way. Relaxed with a half smile playing on his lips.

The dream playing in Rahl’s mind was growing more and more vivid. His hips began rocking slowly, keeping pace with the delicious warmth wrapped around and tugging at his length and his free hand fisted in the blankets as if they were the soft fabric of his robes. With every passing moment, he grew more and more aroused until finally, his back was arching up off the bed and he released Faramir’s hand to rest his own over soft brown hair.

“Fara… Faramir… I…” The hand clutching his ‘robes’ lifted to grasp the handle of his chair… and found nothing but thin air. He paused, confusion darkening his face, his fingers still searching. Holding on to the chair as he found his release was second nature to him – the deeply carved wood would bite into his skin as he clutched the arm, giving him something to concentrate on so he didn’t loose all control and cry out through his release. The pain kept him grounded, kept him sane enough to assure himself that, no matter who was servicing him, his robes never revealed more than he wished for them too. But this time, there was no arm to hold on to, and after another moment of fruitless searching, he opened his eyes and realized where he was… and what Faramir was doing. Without thinking, the hand on his lover’s head slipped down to his neck and Rahl was squeezing and pushing Faramir away hard. “How dare you?” he hissed at the man. “How dare you touch me when I am unprotected like that!?”

Faramir was completely shocked when Rahl shoved him away roughly, so hard that he almost fell off the end of the bed. “I…” Faramir looked at his lover, hurt by the implication that he would even dare hurt him and frowned. “I would never hurt you and I think you know that,” Faramir snapped. Sitting up and looking at his lover. “I only wished to pleasure you and give you a pleasant way to wake up… I woke and… and wanted you so much. I… I thought it would be enjoyable for you,” Faramir said looking at his now furious lover.

Gritting his teeth, Rahl jerked up his breeches and slid from the bed, already chanting the spells that protected him. He’d allowed holes in the spells so Faramir could touch him when he liked, but those holes were quickly closed and mended. “I thought you knew the rule,” he growled, slipping into his robe and pacing the room almost frantically. His first instinct was to simply leave his chambers and go somewhere he could be alone, but something kept him there, wanting to work out what Faramir had been trying to do. “I was doing you a favor by allowing you to touch me, because I thought I could trust you, to keep your hands only on the parts of my body I exposed to you. How dare you take it upon yourself to undress me in my sleep, Faramir? Just who do you think you are?”

“The man who loves you,” Faramir said shaking his head and sighing. “Why do you do this? Why hide yourself from me at all? Do you think I won’t want you anymore if I see your scars? Well I have news for you, I’ve wanted you since the first night you took me and I saw your scars then,” he said angrily and watched as Rahl’s eyes snapped up to his own. “Yes, that night you removed your robes completely and I saw you, I looked over my shoulder and I saw the scars and they do NOT bother me in the least. I’ve always known they were there and not once have I cared about them. I care that you were hurt and scared at all by a horrible wizard and your blasted father who had no honor and no bravery in him… but that is all. I love you, your scars, even your horrible temper… I love you and I really wish you could understand that,” Faramir was almost breathless by the time he was finished and simply sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for whatever punishment was to come yet again for something he’d done wrong.

Rahl’s hand automatically moved down to press against the scar on his lower stomach. All these weeks he’d been so careful to keep his scars hidden – no one had ever seen them since the healers who had treated him (and treated him badly, he now knew) all those years ago when he was a child. He couldn’t look away from Faramir as the man confessed and the words made Rahl sick to his stomach even as they allowed something inside him to thaw. Faramir had seen his scars. Had seen them and still wanted him, wanted to touch him, have sex with him, be with him… and still loved him. How was that possible? He remembered all too clearly how the healers had whispered that he would never be fit to take a lover, for anyone who shared his bed would surely be sickened by scars that would mark him until the day he died. He remembered how his first slave had accidentally touched the scar on his leg and Rahl had first punished him so badly the man had nearly died, and then erased his memory and sent him away from the castle so Rahl would never have to see him again.

Torn between the memories of those reactions, not to mention the pain the scars had caused both mentally and physically, Rahl was not prepared to deal with Faramir’s revelation. “You never told me,” he said softly, not looking away from his lover. “I thought I had hidden them from you all this time.”

“I started to tell you before but… seeing your reaction to me this morning after we’ve been getting along so well… well… perhaps you can understand why I was afraid to say anything. I do not know what I thought would happen this morning, I suppose I hoped you would be so caught up with what I was doing that you wouldn’t even notice,” he shrugged. “I suppose it was foolish to hope that,” Faramir looked down at his hands in his lap and then back up at his lover. “I just… wanted to make you feel as good as you always make me feel. I wanted to touch you and kiss you from head to toe and let you feel how much I love you,” he whispered as a tear slipped down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. “What sort of punishment should I prepare for?”

Startled more by the single tear Faramir so quickly tried to hide than what had just happened, Rahl could only stare at the man in silence for a moment. When he finally looked away, it was only to cross the room and stop before his lover. He took Faramir’s hand and pulled him to his feet. Slowly, Rahl let the back of his finger trail over Faramir’s neck where a bruise had already formed. “That first night, when I had you brought to me, I wondered how easily you would bruise,” he whispered, healing the dark mark with a spell so simple he didn’t even have to say the words aloud. His finger trailed up and traced the imaginary line the tear would have made had Faramir not wiped it away. “I wanted to have my way with you, hurt you, use you, and I still do, but… but not like this. Now that I see your tears, I find that I do not like them at all.”

Faramir was slightly worried when Rahl came close to him and pulled him to his feet. He wondered what sort of punishment it would be this time and worried that this time he had gone too far, that this time he would not enjoy it as he had in the past. He barely managed not to flinch away when Rahl touched his neck, it was sore where he’d pushed him away so roughly and then he felt the healing spell. He sucked in a shocked breath and stared into dark blue eyes, his own still fighting back tears. He swallowed hard when Rahl said he did not like to see his tears. “I… ,” his voice broke and Faramir simply looked at his lover for a moment. “I would never do anything to hurt you, not on purpose, you know that… I just wanted… to show you how much you truly mean to me,” he whispered, fighting to keep any more tears from falling. “I love you, all of you. This world… I do not understand what people here seem to think is important. That governor worrying about his daughters limp, you worrying about your scars… Corrine thinking that she is not as good as the other girls her age because she has been sickly her whole life… I do not understand it. It is not this outer shell that is so important, though I do think you are a gorgeous man, the most handsome I’ve ever met in fact, but… it is here,” Faramir said placing his hand over Rahl’s heart, so gently even the renewed spells could not activate, “Here that is the most important.”

Rahl put his hand over Faramir’s and pressed it hard against his heart. “There is nothing here, Faramir,” he said softly. “The goodness you want to believe I possess is not in there. Can you not see that I am as scarred on the inside as I am on the outside? It is only the inside is easier to hide. Your world must be a lovely place indeed if this ‘outer shell’ as you call it is of so little importance. It would be so inviting to those with imperfections that are so difficult to hide.”

“I did not say that my world was perfect. Far from it, and there are those who do not often get along among themselves but we are so often at war with true evil that we or at least I and I know my friend Gandalf and a few others I know see the goodness inside a person. We have many races in my world, Elf, Dwarf, Man, Wizard and Hobbit that work together against the evil invading our world… we have to see beyond our differences,” Faramir said smiling a little. “But my love, you are wrong when you say there is nothing here. Perhaps it is buried, perhaps it is battered to and scarred as well… but there is a goodness in you that I can sense. I can feel it even now, the way you are looking at me,” Faramir whispered.

Rahl framed Faramir’s face with both hands and rested their foreheads together. His eyes closed and he just breathed in his lover’s scent for a few moments before he sighed and pulled away. “I have said it before, but I will say it again. I have no idea what to make of you, Faramir. Half the time, I don’t know whether to throttle you or kiss you.” He frowned and let his hands drop, then he turned toward the window, looking out across the fields. “I think I would have been a different man without these scars,” he said softly, tracing the one on his stomach through the soft fabric of his robes. “A better man, most likely.”

Faramir was touched at the way that Rahl held him and then watched sadly as his lover looked out the window. He moved closer and offered a small smile. “We cannot change the past, unfortunately,” Faramir said softly. “But those scars are not who you are, it was something that happened to you and nothing more.” He stood for a moment looking at Rahl. “Do you find this unappealing?” Faramir asked pointing to a small puckered area of skin on his shoulder from an arrow wound he’d had years before.

Rahl’s hand lifted up and his thumb rubbed lightly over the scar Faramir was referring to. “That is hardly the same,” he sighed. “One little scar on an otherwise perfect body. What I have… they are not small. You cannot have seen them very well that first day, or you would not even think of comparing them to this tiny imperfection, which, no, by the way, I do not find unappealing. I find nothing about you unappealing, and that is part of the problem.”

“Large or small it doesn’t matter to me,” Faramir said softly. “You see this as a tiny imperfection, you can’t know how I see your scars, love. To me they are the same, a tiny imperfection on an otherwise perfect body. Do you not see yourself in mirrors? You are gorgeous. The most beautiful and expressive blue eyes I have ever seen, your lips are full and make me want to kiss them all the time, your hands… make me ache for them to touch me… your chest. Gods, I could spend all day admiring it, licking and finding each spot that makes you moan… you are more than just those scars and I love all of you,” Faramir said softly.

Tilting his head to one side, Rahl thought about Faramir’s words and had to admit he looked sincere. “The healers… when I was younger, they saw the scars and they looked disgusted. They left the room at once, and though I was most healed by that time, I heard them sigh and shake their heads, saying I would never be able to have a real lover, one that wasn’t bewitched, first because of my temperament, and then, even more, because of my scars.” He reached up and twirled a lock of hair around his finger, still unsure of just how to react to such a new and uncomfortable situation. “Why do you see them differently, when the healers themselves were so out of sorts about them?”

“Clearly your healers in this world are idiots,” Faramir said grinning a little. “I do not see them as you I see them as something horrible done to you. You were a child when it happened as well… that was certainly not your fault, but most of all… they are just one part of you… I love you despite your temperament why not love you despite your scars?”

Chuckling softly, Rahl slid an arm around Faramir’s shoulders and tugged him forward so he too could see the landscape beyond his window. “What is it you want from me, Faramir? I cannot prance around our chambers naked – no matter what happens, I will never be comfortable displaying myself in such a manner. Would you consider it a fair compromise if I just removed all my clothes and lay beside you for a while? Perhaps we could work up to your touching or seeing the parts I had rather keep hidden.”

Faramir laughed when Rahl spoke of prancing naked. “I could never in my wildest dreams imagine you prancing, my love.” Faramir looked at his lover, rather than the scenery though and smiled. “I would consider that a very fair compromise, I just want to show you how much you are loved. I think, seeing that I am not bothered by your scars might help you see and understand my love for you,” Faramir admitted. “Come back to bed… please?”

Rahl hesitated, then reluctantly took Faramir’s hand and let him lead them back to bed. He crossed over to his side and silently removed his robe, then took a deep breath before removing his breeches. Despite Faramir’s assurances, he was in no hurry to share this part of himself and nearly felt sick to his stomach with dread. He lay back stiffly on his back, teeth clamped together, eyes focused on the ceiling. “I… am not sure I can do this,” he admitted. “Would it not be easier to leave things as they were? Could you be satisfied with that?”

Faramir was relieved when Rahl offered his hand and he watched as his lover undressed, though keeping his eyes on his lover’s face rather than his lower body. He wanted to make sure Rahl was ready for him to see the rest of him, even if Faramir had already seen. “I suppose I could, I was satisfied before, daily in fact,” he teased a little, trying to relax his lover. “If this becomes too much for you, I’ll get your breeches for you,” Faramir said softly. “I just want you to see and to know that… nothing about you disgusts me.” Faramir laid on his side beside Rahl and propped himself on his elbow. “May I kiss you?”

Unused to the feeling of vulnerability as well as the position he was resting in, Rahl merely nodded. The blankets were still covering him, but every muscle in his body was tense. He felt ridiculous, displaying himself like this, and was fairly certain Faramir would at least give up on his quest to prove the scars didn’t bother him once he’d seen them up close. He didn’t release his spells just yet, though he did lessen one of a dozen that would have prevented Faramir from getting too close without a nasty little shock.

Once Rahl finished murmuring a spell, Faramir leaned closer and kissed his lover sweetly. He didn’t push for too much, just a tender brushing of lips at first, which grew bolder with each press of lips. His hand moved to caress Rahl’s shoulder as they kissed and slowly moved down just a little to his collarbone. He made sure his actions were slow and steady before he drew back for breath. He wanted to relax Rahl and was willing to take his time to do so.

To his surprise, Rahl started relaxing under Faramir’s touch. He forced himself to release his death grip on the blankets and slowly slid one arm around Faramir’s shoulders. His hand rested in the middle of his lover’s back and he concentrated on nothing but the kisses. He didn’t even jump as tentative but gentle fingers moved over his skin, though he did have the urge to wrap his fingers around Faramir’s so he didn’t continue. Pushing that thought aside, he lifted his head up just a bit to meet Faramir’s lips again and let his other arm rest against a broad shoulder. “Your kisses are… distracting,” he murmured.

Faramir smiled against Rahl’s lips. That is the idea, love. “Good,” he murmured in response and kissed his lover again, this time more deeply as his hand traveled from collarbone to nipple, where he began to tease the small nub between his index and second finger lightly. “I enjoy it when you do this to me,” he murmured. “Do you enjoy it as well?”

“No,” Rahl said even as his back arched slightly up off the bed and his eyes widened. No one had ever been allowed to touch him in such a manner and he thought he should hate it, but… he couldn’t quite bring himself to do so. “Maybe a little,” he amended, waving his fingers and lifting yet another spell, managing a smile as he did so. “You are not terribly frightened of me at all are you, my handsome Ranger?”

Faramir found himself chuckling a little when Rahl said no yet his body arched into his touch. “Mmm, not terribly no, you do scare me sometimes but… no I am not all that afraid of you, more afraid of hurting you or disappointing you to be honest,” he whispered as his lips trailed to Rahl’s jaw and down his neck. “I love it when you kiss my neck… I wonder if you will enjoy this too?”

“Most likely not…” Rahl drug in a deep breath as Faramir’s lips moved over his skin and the room was suddenly filled with a soft moan he vaguely realized was his own. As always, his body reacted at once and he drug his lover closer, cursing under his breath when the last of the spells put a barrier of air between their bodies. To the spell, it might seem as if Faramir was trying to crush him, but to Rahl, it was as if he couldn’t get his lover close enough. A heartbeat later, all of his personal protection spells were dismantled and for the first time he lay with another, their bodies fully touching and his mind not obsessing over that fact.

Faramir smiled again when Rahl said he would not like it and then suddenly he moaned and pulled him closer. The flare of magic between them, scared Faramir for a moment but soon it too was gone and he was fully against his lover, skin to skin to the waist down at least. “Mmm, I think you do like it,” he said as he nipped gently at his lover’s earlobe and then moved lower, sucking on warm skin. His hands skated down from his lover’s chest to his stomach, tracing the muscles there and even lower still to his waist where he stopped. He knew the next part would be difficult for Rahl so he waited, continuing to kiss his lover and lick his skin, until he was sure Rahl could let him go on.

Though he tried not to, Rahl’s hand slid off his lover’s shoulder and trailed down his arm to rest of the hand that was so slowly making its way toward Rahl’s lower body. He held onto long fingers tightly for several moments while he convinced himself that only a coward would back away from this, and if worst came to worse, he could always erase Faramir’s memories. Another deep breath filled his lungs and his fingers inched back up over Faramir’s biceps, coming to rest on the back of his neck where he pulled the other man in for another kiss. Silent permission to continue was all he could manage at the moment, but he felt sure Faramir understood him perfectly.

Faramir stopped the progression of his hand when Rahl’s laid on top of his own and he simply waited for his lover to decide it was all right or tell him that he couldn’t go on. After a bit, Rahl’s hand moved and he was pulled down into a deep, wonderful kiss. Faramir’s hand remained paused for a moment as he lost all train of thought as Rahl kissed him and then his hand began to move lower. His hand moved below Rahl’s waist and simply brushed past the bumpy and slick skin of his scar until he reached his lover’s arousal. He hadn’t lingered on the scar, not wanting to make Rahl uncomfortable but also trying to show his lover he wasn’t going to avoid it either. His fingers wrapped around the hard shaft and stroked it a few times until he drew back for breath and smiled at his lover. “I love you.”

Rahl’s heart stopped when Faramir’s fingers brushed over his scar, not lingering as if they wanted to explore, but not skirting around it either. He let out a soft breath when the exploring fingertips moved on and his hand stiffened reflexively on his lover’s arm as his arousal, which had wilted in the face of his anger and humiliation was slowly stroked back to fullness. “I… believe you must,” he said softly, his gaze locking with the blue eyes before him. He wasn’t sure what it was he felt for Faramir, but he was glad, at least, that the issue of his scars had at least been touched upon even if Rahl couldn’t completely go through with letting Faramir see everything just then. He was fond of the man, wanted him around, and felt guilty for hurting him earlier, but judging from the way Faramir was looking at him so tenderly, it seemed as if he wasn’t holding a grudge. “I am… ,” his voice hitched as Faramir’s hand stroked him again, “sorry about earlier.”
“So am I,” Faramir whispered. “I should have waited until you were awake… but I am glad we talked. I think you see now that you do not have to hide away from me.” Faramir let his hand continue to stroke his lover as he leaned down and licked across a small nipple, teasing it with his lips and teeth and tongue until it was a hard nub and then moving slowly to the other. “You do this to me and it drives me crazy, makes me want you so much I can hardly stand it,” he murmured.

Gasping as yet another new sensation assaulted him, Rahl could only nod in agreement. Finally, when he spoke, his voice was none too steady. “I… know the feeling,” he whispered. “So all this time when I was teasing you, you were taking notes, were you?” As he spoke, he rolled over on his side and slid one arm beneath Faramir’s head but didn’t pull away from his lover’s steadily working hand. His own hand slid down to caress Faramir’s backside and he arched forward, his nipple seeming to chase Faramir’s mouth each time he moved. “You are a sneaky little thing aren’t you?”

Faramir laughed softly against warm sweat slick skin, enjoying the sound of Rahl’s voice being so unsteady and breathless. “Mmm, perhaps so,” he whispered. Faramir arched against Rahl when he moved, his own arousal rubbing against his lover’s thigh as he continued teasing his lover. “I can be sneaky I suppose,” he teased as his hand changed its stroke, his thumb dipping into the already wet and leaking slit. “You are enjoying this though… despite your claims of not liking to be touched… you like my touch. That is extremely arousing and self satisfying you know.”

It took Rahl a moment to realize Faramir was right. His entire body stiffened in surprise for a moment and his eyes widened. He’d enjoyed using others, enjoyed taking his pleasure and going on his way, enjoyed controlling them, but he’d never craved their touch like he did Faramir’s. “I… You’re right,” he breathed, giving a small shiver of pleasure at the pressure on the head of his cock. “I do like your touch. I’ve never liked anyone’s touch before but… Gods, Faramir, what are you doing to me? You’re getting my body as well as my mind to respond to you somehow, and I truly don’t understand.”

“I think you instinctively respond to me because you know I want you, truly want you, and would never hurt you,” Faramir whispered. He slid down Rahl’s body, kissing his way down to his navel where his tongue dipped inside and he nipped with his teeth at the muscled flesh. Gods, the man’s body was magnificent. “This time I will ask… may I pleasure you with my mouth?” He asked as he looked up Rahl’s body. He hadn’t pushed the covers down from his lover too much and prayed that he was giving enough pleasure that if the covers did shift Rahl would not mind as much.

Torn between desire and nervousness, Rahl swallowed back the lump in his throat and, after a moment’s hesitation, nodded. “I… first let me…” His fingers circled in the air then came to rest on Faramir’s head. “Protection in case I… I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured. “In case… well, just in case.” Despite everything, he fully expected to see disgust or mockery in Faramir’s eyes, and couldn’t bear to look at his lover any longer. His eyes closed again, and he lay back on the bed, wanting to feel Faramir’s mouth on him, but at the same time dreading Faramir’s reaction when confronted so closely with the imperfections he would be seeing up close for the first time.

Faramir smiled when his lover set a protection spell on him and nodded. It made his heart break a little thinking that his lover needed it but he appreciated the gesture all the same. “Thank you, love,” he whispered and waited for Rahl to resettle on his back. He slowly began to kiss and nibble at his lover’s stomach again and continued to stroke his sex to relax Rahl before he moved down lower, past the scaring, only lightly drawing his tongue along the edge of the burns and down to his lover’s weeping arousal. He licked the tip, moaning as he tasted him. “Gods, I love doing this for you,” he murmured before his lips sealed around the tip, his tongue dipping into the slit, coaxing more of the slick fluid onto his tongue.

Every muscle in Rahl’s body stiffened as Faramir continued and he nearly jumped as, rather than avoiding the uppermost scars, a soft, wet tongue traced over them. It was the sweetest, most meaningful gesture Rahl could have dreamed of and he was so touched, he couldn’t find the words to express himself. Instead, his fingers gently massaged Faramir’s head as that delicious mouth and tongue wandered further down. With only the blankets to cover him, Rahl should have felt vulnerable, but as his body responded just the way Faramir meant it to and a few more drops of his own juices coated Faramir’s tongue, the scars were, for the moment at least, forgotten.

Part of him wondered what Rahl might be thinking or feeling and Faramir hoped it was all good things as he continued to take his lovers arousal into his mouth. He sunk down slowly, teasing with his tongue until he felt the tip nudge the back of his throat. He relaxed himself and took his lover in even more, his throat muscles working around the head. His hands moved, one tangled with Rahl’s fingers that were clutching the bed covers and the other moved to rest on his lover’s hip where the scars were. He hoped that would be all right as he caressed with his thumb against the sensitive skin and continued pleasuring his lover with his mouth. He wanted to bright Rahl right to the edge and then have him take him needily.

Pleasure was quickly overriding everything else as Faramir so expertly tended to him, and Rahl even smiled as his lover caressed his hip. It was, to him, the most intimate of gestures, one he had never, ever allowed anyone else, and one that, no matter where or how they ended up in the future, one he would always cherish. His hips rocked slowly as his swollen sex pushed past full, soft lips and beyond. Another trickle of precome slid down Faramir’s throat and Rahl squeezed his lover’s hand, warning him that he was starting to get close. He had just enough presence of mind to make invisible hands that were exactly like his own knead Faramir’s backside and a warm wet muscle that was suspiciously like a tongue brush over his opening, so they would both be ready for more at the same time.

Faramir moaned around the hard flesh and rocked his hips when Rahl used his magic to touch him and he startled just a little as what felt like a tongue licked at his opening and even began to push inside. He increased the pressure and speed of his movements, drawing his lover as close to the edge as he dared, his own hips moving with the phantom hands and tongue. Finally, he had to pull away for breath and because he could feel his lover’s muscles tensing. “Gods… oh,” he gasped as the magical tongue pushed deeper. “Gods, I need to feel you inside me, now. How do you want me, love. Riding you or on my back or my knees… whatever you want. You know I am yours.”

The very mental images of each position was nearly driving Rahl wild. “Your knees for now,” he said, his voice still unsteady. “But face away from me until you get close.” Getting on his own knees, with his backside resting against his heels, Rahl waited for Faramir to get into position and pulled him close. He kept his hips back for a moment, and simply held his lover closer, holding him steady and marking his neck with teeth and tongue and letting not one, but two, imaginary tongues work their way deep inside him, far deeper than even his fingers could reach.

Faramir moved when Rahl spoke, settling on his knees and looking toward the headboard. He was surprised when he was pulled close that way, pulled upright and his neck marked and sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. When the magic working inside him moved deeper and then seemed to double, Faramir cried out, his hips rocking and thrusting into thin air. “Gods… oh love,” he moaned as his own hand reached back and caressed Rahl’s thigh and hip then reached to pull his backside close against him. “Please… want you… need you so much,” he babbled as his head fell back on Rahl’s shoulder.

Rahl’s hands slid around Faramir’s body, pressing against the juncture where his torso tapered down into his groin and he impatiently shrugged the sheets away from his body. His cock, full and hard, slowly came up to nestle against his lover’s opening and he shifted his hips, leaving a trail of moisture behind as the head moved over warm skin. One hand moved down and cupped Faramir’s balls as the other moved up to rest against his chest and then, with the tongue-like forces still holding Faramir open, Rahl carefully, slowly, slid inside.

Faramir rocked his hips as he felt his lover’s cock against him, so wanting it buried inside. He whimpered and then moaned deeply when Rahl’s hand cupped him and suddenly his lover was starting to slide inside him as he was held open. “Oh yes… yes,” he panted as he was slowly filled, his muscles molding around the thick cock slipping deep inside him. Rahl was being so careful, but Faramir wanted more. He rocked his hips back, grinding against his lover as best he could as his muscles tightened and released convulsively around the thick flesh. “Please… fuck me hard… need you so much.”

“By the Gods,” Rahl muttered, his own need matching Faramir’s perfectly. The mouth that had been marking Faramir’s neck suddenly opened and the wizard bit down just hard enough to just break the skin. His arms tightened, holding his lover immobile as he gave in to both their basest desires and pulled his hips back, then slammed up hard into the warm, gripping passage. His hands moved back down, gripped the inside of firm thighs and held them far apart, the spreading and tightening of muscles in Faramir’s lower body making his passage contract even more. He had just enough presence of mind to keep working his spells on Faramir, though they held little rhyme or reason as they normally did, and whatever thoughts raced through Rahl’s mind manifested themselves in a spell that went to work directly on his lover. The false tongues were removed, but seemed to reappear in front of Faramir, licking at his balls, then wrapping around the skin just above them and tugging away from his body. A small invisible band wrapped itself just behind the head of Faramir’s cock and squeezing it tightly, and a thin, slick rod pressed against Faramir’s slit and was steadily pushed inside. It was only about 2 inches long, but more than enough to distract it’s victim and keep him from coming. All the while, Rahl was thrusting hard and deep, and despite the awkward angle of their lips, he found Faramir’s mouth and thrust his tongue inside.

Faramir cried out when Rahl’s teeth bit into the juncture of neck and shoulder, the pain of it jolting through his body and blend perfectly with the overwhelming pleasure he felt. The feeling of his lover slamming into him roughly and so deep that Faramir thought he might split open was perfect. His body was tense and as he was maneuvered to move his legs further apart, he moaned as his muscles tightened more around his lover, the friction and burn of it feeling amazing. When Rahl’s magic shifted attention, Faramir found himself crying out, the slick feeling of those magical tongues against his balls and then the feeling of pressure at his tip and the rod slipping inside him, holding him rigid and distracting him from coming too soon. “Oh, Gods, please…” he whimpered as his hips rocked with Rahl’s. He turned his head slightly and reached up with one arm, coaxing Rahl’s mouth to his own, kissing him hard though the position was awkward.

Sucking hard on Faramir’s tongue and returning the kiss with just as much need and desire as his lover, Rahl lost himself in the mindless rhythm of their coupling. After a short while, he had to stop, too close to coming, and held Faramir still, only the tip of his cock inside. He didn’t allow Faramir to move at all, knowing one shift of his hips would be all it would take to finish it. As he regained control, he stroked Faramir’s shaft, feeling the stiff rod inside holding him perfectly erect, and let his thumb push on the tip moving the rod inside it’s own tight passage and stimulating nerves he felt sure Faramir didn’t even know he had. “That’s it, Fara,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to want to come, I want you to feel like you’re going to die if you don’t. Perhaps then I will allow it.”

Faramir cried out in disappointment when Rahl pulled away and stopped, his entire body was frozen in place and had Rahl not had his magic he would have likely not been able to stop from moving his body. He whimpered as his lover worked the rod inside him, sending jolts of pure need though his body. “Gods… gods I think I already am to that point,” he teased as he looked at his lover and smiled. “The things you make me want and need“ he whispered. He still could not move within the confines of Rahl’s spell but gods he wanted to.

Rahl smiled, gave one sudden, hard thrust up into his lover, then pulled out completely. He released his spell and leaned back, only now noticing that there were no blankets to cover him when Faramir turned around and the room wasn’t nearly as dark as normal. He actually raised a hand to darken it, but stopped, hand in mid air. “Turn around,” he said softly, sitting back and spreading his legs out before him. “Want to see you as you come, and…” He took a deep breath, stroked himself once, and gave Faramir an almost hopeful smile. “I want you to see me… I think.”

Faramir cried out from the single hard thrust and wanted his lover to stay there but Rahl pulled away. When the spell was released, Faramir almost collapsed back against his lover. Then he heard words he never thought he’d hear, they’d faced each other before many times during lovemaking but never without something between them. The soft ‘I think’ at the end of Rahl’s sentence made Faramir heart skip in his chest at the rare vulnerability in his tone. “Yes, love,” he whispered, shifting on the bed until he faced his lover. His eyes did not immediately go to his scars, instead they roamed over his lover’s face and down to his gorgeous chest, as Faramir’s hand reached out and touched him over his heart and they skimmed all the way down to the thick arousal. “Gods, I think you need to come just as much as I do,” he teased as he reached out and gently stroked his lover’s hard and dark red arousal.

He’d watched Faramir’s eyes and expression closely as they’d roamed over him, and Rahl saw absolutely nothing that made him question his lover’s earlier words. There was no laugher or disgust, just something Rahl didn’t understand, and something he hoped would never go away. Hissing softly as his arousal twitched against his lover’s palm, Rahl smiled and reached out, hands on Faramir’s hips to guide him closer. When Faramir was straddling his thighs, the wizard’s hands moved down, parted the muscles of a firm, perfect backside and pushed up as Faramir’s own weight helped him sink down. When he was fully impaled, they kissed and Rahl moved again, this time just a bit slower.

Faramir looked at Rahl with nothing but love and desire and when he was pulled forward into his lover’s lap, Faramir smiled and then gasped as he was filled yet again. Their kiss was breathtaking and matched the slow movement of Rahl’s body against his own. Faramir moaned into the kiss as each slow thrust brushed against his sweet spot and his arms wrapped around his lover, his fingers buried in soft dark hair. When they pulled apart to breathe, Faramir was panting and rocked his hips, grinding down a little as he both rode his lover and his lover thrust into him. “You give me such pleasure… I cannot possibly explain it,” he whispered, his eyes were heavily lidded as he tipped his head back, enjoying the feeling of Rahl’s arms around him. “I can only hope I give you as much pleasure as you do me, my love.”

Unguarded in a way he so rarely allowed, Rahl licked at Faramir’s clavicles, then dipped his tongue in the hollow area between as he whispered, “You, my dear Ranger, bring more pleasure than I ever knew possible.” He was having a hard time looking away from Faramir like this, skin glistening with sweat, eyes dark and blown with pleasure, cock standing hard and thick between them, a tiny drop of gold peeking out of his slit where the rod pierced him. He needed to come, though, needed it badly, and finally slipped a hand in between them. He wanted to do this himself, not use his magic. He began stroking Faramir’s shaft in time with his thrusts, and took a hard nipple between his teeth, sucking hard on the small nub of skin.

Faramir smiled at Rahl’s words and then cried out when a strong sure hand wrapped around his shaft. He almost screamed when sharp teeth worried his nipple and his head fell back further as he thrust against his lover, riding him with abandon as he babbled nonsensical words. When Rahl’s thumb moved the rod inside his shaft, Faramir screamed and arched his back as he came hard between them, splattering Rahl’s chest and stomach with his seed. “Gods… I couldn’t wait any longer,” he whimpered as Rahl continued to thrust inside him and his muscles clamped down around the thick length.

The only thing that kept Rahl from coming at the same time was his enthrallment with watching Faramir loose all control. He was nearly taken by surprise, but before he could even speak, his own orgasm was being torn from him, inner muscles as tight as any vice squeezing his shaft and dragging him over the edge. His head fell back as well and his fingers dug into pale skin as he spilled deep inside his lover, his cock twitching and pulsing until his balls were empty and exhausted. Panting for air, Rahl simply rested his head against Faramir’s chest and closed his eyes, hating that he lost control so easily with this man in his arms, but marveling in it as well.

Rahl’s orgasm seemed to make Faramir’s last longer and he reveled in it. Gods, what this man did to him. He continued to rock his hips, his muscles milking the pulsing shaft inside him until there was simply nothing left. “Gods,” he murmured as he struggled for breath. “This was definitely worth our earlier argument,” he teased when Rahl finally looked up at him. Faramir brushed his hair back from his face. “I hope once you grow more comfortable with me this way that sometimes you will join me in the bath as well… I’ve wanted to ask before but knew you would refuse.”

It was automatic, a hard habit to break. Rahl shook his head at once and said, “Bath? No, I…” Then he caught himself and a slow smile spread over his face as he realized there was nothing he needed to hide from Faramir now. He might not be comfortable with it at first, but he thought that now, it was at least doable. “I would like that,” he amended, pressing a kiss against Faramir’s sweat damp neck. “I would like that very much.”

At first, Faramir thought Rahl was going to refuse but then he changed his mind and he found himself smiling foolishly. “I would like it very much too,” he said softly. Now that the adrenaline rush of his orgasm had passed, Faramir realized he had several aches. His neck where Rahl had bitten him, his cock was aching from the rod still inside making him too sensitive and he shifted uncomfortably as his legs ached under him. “I may need your help laying back down, otherwise I might just fall,” he joked as he looked at his lover. “I honestly am not sure if I’ll be good for anything else the rest of the day… all I want to do is curl up in bed and be lazy now.”

Rahl returned Faramir’s smile and reached for him at once. Even as he did so, he waved the fingers of his free hand and invisible, feather light fingers gently scooped his lover up and laid him back on the bed. A moment later, he was lying beside Faramir, hand resting on his stomach, rubbing small circles over his skin. “I’ll take this out myself,” he said, wrapping his fingers round Faramir’s softening length and gently pulling the short rod out. “There are some things better taken care of without magic.”

Faramir felt as if he was floating on a soft breeze for a moment as he was laid back on the bed and he found himself smiling at his lover. Rahl was being so sweet and tender with him and he gasped softly when the rod slipped from inside him. “Mmm, yes…” he whispered when Rahl’s hand lingered a bit, stroking his still sensitive skin. “That was… rather… different,” Faramir grinned, his fingers moving against his lover’s unscarred hip gently. “I inspire all sorts of ideas don’t I?”

“You really do,” Rahl chuckled. He rested his head on the pillow and frowned when he saw the bite mark he’d left behind. Tracing his finger along the edges, it disappeared almost at once and he lay back. “We should rest for a while, then get that bath,” he yawned, stretching his arms out above his head. Realizing he was fully exposed, he automatically reached down for the blanket and only realized it was a little late for that when his fingers had closed on the fabric. Hesitating, he pulled it up anyway and tucked it over his hips. “It might take a while,” he shrugged, “but I will try.”

Faramir sucked in a breath when the sting from the bite on his neck disappeared swiftly and he rolled to his side to face his lover. He watched silently as Rahl covered himself and nodded. “You are fine, love. I do not expect you to be… what were your words… ah, prancing around the room naked,” he grinned. “I’m just glad that you let me be this close to you and show you how I feel. I think you have not known love before but you will know it now,” he whispered.

Wondering what would be the one thing that would end up making Faramir change his mind about being in love since his scars hadn’t done it, Rahl simply smiled and hoped that whatever it was, it wouldn’t rear its ugly head for a long, long time. He wasn’t sure what love was exactly, but he liked the way Faramir looked at him, cared about him, and truly seemed to want to see him happy. It was odd and different and absolutely wonderful. “What I’ve seen of it so far,” he said, pressing their lips together, and then laying back on the bed “has been incredible. Thank you for that.”

The kiss was incredibly sweet and chaste after what they had just done and Faramir found himself grinning happily. “Good and you are very welcome,” he whispered, moving closer and resting his head on Rahl’s shoulder. “And thank you, for allowing me to love you and to stay and be here with you.” There was a knock at the door announcing breakfast and Faramir sighed. “Do you really have to work in your study today?” he asked, only half pleadingly.

Faramir laying against him felt oddly comfortable and Rahl cast a less than pleased look across the room toward the door. He knew the servant would leave everything under Bergen’s care, so he made no move to unlock the door just yet. His arm automatically rested around Faramir’s shoulders and he realized that this would actually be a comfortable sleeping position, rather than sleeping with his back to his lover every night. Smiling at the thought, he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Faramir’s hair. “I suppose I could do something else if you like. What do you have in mind?”

“You have not had a day off since I have been here, even in times of war I allowed my men free days to enjoy,” Faramir said softly. “Perhaps we could just… spend the day reading or take our lunch later in the garden or perhaps dinner. I imagine the sunset from there would be beautiful. You could give me a fuller tour of the castle… tell me about the history here or simply stay here in bed with me and be decadent and lazy for the whole day,” Faramir offered. “I know that it is important to you to stay updated on the seeker’s whereabouts but the reports yesterday put him hundreds of miles from D’Hara’s borders… so I would think a single day of rest should not cost you much on that front.”

Rahl’s fingers traced an invisible pattern over Faramir’s arm as he considered the idea. “You would like that? Us spending the day together then? It would make you happy?”

Faramir smiled and looked up at his lover. “Yes, it would make me very happy. You find it so strange that I like being with you, don’t you?” He asked smiling. “Really, when you aren’t mad at me, you are wonderful to be around… I love listening to you, especially when you talk about your world. Your voice, the things you are passionate about… I very much enjoy being with you.”

Laughing loudly, Rahl shook his head in wonder at his lover’s audacity. He was growing to like it more every day. “Well, don’t make me mad and I will be wonderful all the time,” he quipped, before pressing a kiss to Faramir’s nose and then starting to sit up. “Lay here. This morning, the first day off I can ever really remember taking, we’re going to have breakfast in bed.”

“I do try not to do it on purpose, you know,” he pouted a little and then laughed as Rahl kissed his nose. He leaned up on his elbow and watched as Rahl sat up. “Oh, breakfast in bed is a very good start to any day,” Faramir said still grinning. Rahl seemed to be in quite a bit better mood than Faramir could remember the man ever being and it felt wonderful to be the one that had brought that smile to his face and sparkling amusement to his eyes. Faramir felt as content and happy as he ever had in his life.

Quickly shrugging into his robes, Rahl unlocked the door from across the room and threw a quick spell back to pull the covers up over his lover. The guard came in with their breakfast, looked faintly surprised as Rahl actually smiled at him. He left quickly, knowing how his master’s mood could change in the span of a heartbeat. As soon as he left, Rahl locked the doors back, removed his robe again and slid back into bed. A spell made the trays of food lift off the table and he offered his hand to Faramir. “I cannot believe I’m doing this,” he muttered, though he was smiling as he did so. “I haven’t figured if you are a good or a bad influence on me just yet.”

Faramir laughed when Rahl said he wasn’t sure if he was a good or bad influence and shook his head as he took Rahl’s hand. “Oh, love, it is just one day out of hundreds you have spent toiling in your study. One day where you can relax and think of nothing but enjoying yourself will help clear your mind and will make you even more productive tomorrow. I promise,” he said smiling. Faramir sat up and Rahl’s magic fluffed the pillows behind him as he settled and a tray of food then settled across his lap. “Oh and look, your favorite berries and sweet cream… the day is getting better already,” Faramir said smiling happily.

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