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Love is... (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 21

In the days that passed after Rahl’s injury, Faramir stayed even closer to his lover than before. He was always with Rahl, not returning to his own garden during times when Rahl met with his soldiers though staying silent even when the others angered his lover with their arguments and bickering amongst themselves.

They had spent the morning in Rahl’s study, going over plans after hearing that the seeker had made it into D’Haran territories. Faramir wished that there was a way to keep the seeker far from Rahl but he knew they must battle eventually and end this waiting and fear.

Faramir was bent over a map, looking at the locations of the various garrisons of D’Haran soldiers when a knock at the door sounded. It was a little early for lunch, Faramir thought as he looked up at his lover.

Annoyed at the intrusion, Rahl slammed his hand down on his desk and glared at the door as if that alone would make his visitor go away. And it very well could, he thought, if he felt like putting a spell behind it. “What?”

“It is only me, Master Rahl, Demmin. I am sorry to disturb you,” was heard from the other side of the door.

Rahl’s annoyance immediately turned into a rare smile that normally, only Faramir had ever seen. The locks unlocked at once and he stood, then strode over to the door to meet his guest. “Demmin!” he grinned, placing a hand on the larger man’s shoulder. That in itself was unusual, for Rahl normally never touched anyone but Faramir these days. “My friend, how I have missed you! I was beginning to think you had died in battle or the seeker had found you and let his confessor touch you!”

Demmin shuddered at the very thought and bowed to Rahl even as he too put his hand on the man’s shoulder affectionately.

“Never, my Lord. I would never leave your side. It hurt me to leave you unprotected for as long as I have, but I knew you had entrusted me with an important task. I am only glad to return home so that I may further serve you.”

Faramir jumped a bit when Rahl had slammed his fist on his desk but stood ready to do anything he could to protect Rahl if he needed to. When a deep voice spoke and Rahl actually smiled Faramir was puzzled. He stood from where he was leaning over the map and stared as the large soldier entered the room, Rahl treating him with… affection and friendship that he never treated anyone with… except perhaps Faramir himself. He knew he was staring as the too men spoke, a strange feeling churning in his gut as his lover smiled so freely at this other man. He was unsure who this man was and why he was here now… and found himself wishing he would just leave and stop touching and looking at his lover with such familiarity.

Demmin leaned closer to Rahl and started telling him of his journey, making sure his master knew of just how daring and courageous he had had to be to accomplish what Rahl had sent him to do. He’d retrieved one of the boxes of Orden and carried it safely with him in a large leather satchel draped across his shoulders and resting near his heart, the safest place he knew to put it. He was starting to pull it out when he noticed the third man in the room. “My Lord… I did not realize you had a… guest.” His features hardened and he looked at Faramir with distaste, deciding he was nothing more than a common pleasure slave sent to Rahl’s library for a quick encounter. “My apologies… I did not realize I was interrupting one of your liaisons.”

Rahl looked up at Faramir, gave him a hurried smile and shook his head. “We’ve not time for introductions now, Demmin, show me the box.” His hands began grasping at the leather satchel Demmin carried, paying no mind that it was still attached to the man himself.

Faramir glared at Demmin, not liking the way he was so familiar with Rahl and just generally not liking the man one bit. He couldn’t dispute that he wasn’t a pleasure slave really, he was but he was also Rahl’s lover, confidant these past months and helped him with strategy. Faramir moved from the maps he had been going over and looked at the larger man. He moved closer to Rahl. “Now you have two of the three, love,” he whispered. Rahl had insisted that Faramir no longer call him, my lord and Faramir was more than happy to call him ‘love’ in front of this man.

Faramir’s familiarity was natural and welcomed by Rahl, and he barely blinked at the endearment. His smile was turned toward his lover and he slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “Demmin, you know I am not a patient man,” he snapped – but not as angrily as he might have at anyone else. “Let us see that box!”

Demmin was speechless at the little exchange between Rahl and the man next to him, a man Rahl obviously was comfortable and affectionate with. That was so out of character, Demmin actually stepped back, wondering if somehow, Rahl’s protection spells had failed and he’d been… changed. The look in the man’s eyes, however, caused him to shudder. Friends or not, he knew Rahl would have no qualms about reading or hurting him; it was more often than not, the only way he knew how to get his point across. “My Lord, do you think this… this slave should see it? Should touch it? I ask only because I am concerned for your safety…”

Faramir’s eyes narrowed as this Demmin called him a slave again. It grated on his nerves the way the man said it so distastefully. “Why? Is the box hexed in some way? Darken, can you be certain that this man is loyal to you?” Faramir asked, still glaring defiantly and very little like a slave at the man.

Demmin’s hand went to his sword at once. “You dare call Master Rahl by any other name?” he hissed. “Who are you and what have you done to him?”

Rahl glared at Demmin and waved a hand in his direction. The sword in the guard’s hand suddenly disappeared and he was left clutching thin air. “I suggest, my old friend, that you show this man a bit of respect. He is my… companion, and I will not have you threaten him. Our history together, Demmin, allows you certain… privileges, but they can all be taken away with one wave of my fingers. Do I make myself clear?”

Demmin gasped and stared at Rahl as if he’d never seen him before in his life – and he was beginning to wonder if this was his master after all. “But…” He composed himself, thinking he should play along for the moment anyway, and take care of the slave later. “I meant no disrespect, my lord. I only…” He jumped as Rahl’s face grew even darker and the satchel around his torso suddenly was jerked off him by unseen hands. A moment later, Rahl had the box of Orden in his hand and was actually holding it so his slave could see it as well. “Master Rahl, may I place it with the other box for you?”

Rahl simply waved his hand and moved away from both men to sit at his desk and study his prize. He was lost for the moment in the wonder of the box and paid little attention to the other two men in the room.

A smug smile appeared on Faramir’s face as Rahl chastised Demmin though he was a little surprised with just how obsessed Rahl seemed with the box. He had been searching ages for the thing, however, so he should have known. He watched his lover carefully, hoping that the box was not hexed. “Where did you find it? The last missive sent to the hunters was that it may be in the Agaden Reach region,” Faramir asked, wondering if his own message sent via Rahl’s hand was the reason the box was able to be located.

Glaring at the slave, Demmin drew up to his full height and crossed his arms over his chest. “I do not answer to slaves,” he hissed under his breath so Rahl couldn’t hear him. “I am Master Rahl’s closest friend, his most trusted confidant and I answer to no one but him.”

“As Master Rahl told you, I am not a slave, I am his companion,” Faramir said through gritted teeth. “And I am the one who has been working on the puzzle of where the boxes were located… do you think all pleasure slaves work on maps? Perhaps it is just my hobby then?” Faramir snapped, irritated at the man.

Demmin’s eyes narrowed though he was careful not to let Rahl hear him… just in case. “You are a passing fancy that my Lord will soon tire of and you will be sent to the slave quarters just like the rest of his ‘companions.’” He had no real frame of reference – Rahl had never brought a slave into his libraries for longer than it took to fuck him, and he’d certainly never let one see his maps or called one his companion. Something was off here, Demmin knew it, and though Master Rahl might by annoyed with him at first, he knew that one day, when this upstart young slave was sent on his way or beaten or even killed, then he would receive praises for seeing through the man. “You would do well to close your mouth. I have known him since we were children together and we have shared more than you could ever imagine. Don’t you dare think you know him better than I do.”

Faramir felt slapped when Demmin called him a passing fancy. One of his worst fears was that Rahl would grow tired of him and Faramir swallowed hard. Rahl had never spoken of this man, which seemed odd. If they were truly friends would Rahl not have mentioned him? “It seems strange to me that I have been with Darken for almost a year now and he has told me much about his childhood, his father and so many other things… but in all that time he has never once mentioned you to me. Are you so sure you are so important to him?”

A large hand automatically reached for his sword again, only to find it was not there. Demmin barely restrained himself from simply grabbing the slave before him and snapping his neck. Only the fact that Rahl was still in the room and might not like his plaything to be broken stopped him. “He sent me out on the most important mission of all, one that will save him and give him all the power in the world. What have you done for him besides part your legs and perhaps open your mouth?”

Faramir shook his head and smiled almost evilly for him. “And who do you think sent you information on where the boxes might be? I too was working on the same thing as you… and sending reports where they were likely to be located based on intelligence reports from troops and those loyal to our lord. I just happen to give him the additional benefit of my body as well as my mind, my loyalty and my love.”

“Your… love?” Demmin actually sputtered and looked at the man like he’d lost his mind. He was loyal to Rahl, his most loyal subject and best friend, but Lord Rahl had power and magic and cunningness… he’d never in all of Demmin’s years, had love. He honestly thought Rahl would not do well with it. Besides, since when did slaves help with strategy and…

Before either of them could speak, Rahl lifted his eyes from the box in his hand. “I know that the two of you would not be fighting right in front of me,” he said smoothly, a low, dangerous undercurrent in his voice. “I expect you to be great friends, since you are my most loyal supporters and it would make me very… unhappy… if you did not get along.”

Faramir startled a little at Rahl’s voice, so angry he almost forgot his lover was in the room. “Forgive me, love, I… it seems Demmin has it in his mind that I am nothing but a slave and I was attempting to clarify myself with him,” Faramir said, trying to be as diplomatic was possible. He was a slave of sorts but not the way Demmin imagined him to be.

Rahl sighed, stood and tucked the box safely in a large pocket inside his robes. He made his way back over to the two men, not trying to hide his impatience. “Demmin.” His voice was steady but his eyes were dark. “Is there a problem? Or did you not hear me tell you to treat this man with respect?”

Demmin paled and ran a hand nervously over his face. Rahl terrified him when he was like this even more than when he was in a rage. “My Lord, I only…” He cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath. “This man speaks to me as if I am beneath him, and everyone knows I am your second in command. He… he proposes to take my place at your side? Is that his plan?”

Faramir felt vindicated when Rahl joined them, reminding Demmin to treat him with respect. He gave the larger man a smug look that wasn’t normally seen on his face, but it felt good to be made to feel like at least somewhat of an equal and not so much of a slave as he did when he first came to D’Hara. He watched Demmin’s reaction and a part of him felt a bit sorry for him. “Gods,” Faramir sighed. “I do not propose to take your place as a commander but you also spoke to me as if I were beneath you… take what you give as they say,” Faramir snapped.

“You are beneath me,” Demmin muttered. Before he could even take a breath, Rahl was on him, his face so close for a moment Demmin thought he might be kissed. The look in Rahl’s eyes, however, were not exactly conducive to anything nearly as pleasant. “You are my closest friend, Demmin,” Rahl whispered, his voice nearly a caress over Demmin’s skin. “You are like my brother, and I know you think you are looking out for my best interests.” He pulled back just a bit, but kept their gazes locked. “But I will not warn you again.”

Demmin merely nodded, knowing he was treading on the thinnest of ice. “I am… sorry, My Lord,” he said softly. “Please forgive me. I have looked after you for so long, I do not relish seeing anyone else do it.”

Feeling even better after Rahl scolded the other man and Demmin apologized, Faramir felt himself relax just a little bit. Besides, how would he feel if Boromir suddenly took a lover and didn’t tell him about it? So he tried his best to think of things that way, though it wasn’t easy. Faramir hadn’t realized he was quite possessive and jealous until now. “I suppose we can both agree that we only have Darken’s best interests at heart,” Faramir said looking at the man again and offering a brief nod.

“I have had his best interests at heart since we were children,” Demmin said. He held up one hand and bowed to Rahl when the other man’s gaze turned toward him again. “I merely am stating a fact, my Lord. One you know to be true.”

Rahl hesitated, then sighed. “I need to know more about how you found this, Demmin, and I will attribute your rudeness to having been gone for so long. We need to talk, but I am not going to spend the rest of the day settling arguments between the two of you.”

His gaze wandered back to the box and a wave of impatience at both men washed over him. At that moment, nothing but the box mattered. Waving his hand and already heading back to his desk, he let his fingers trail over the box, once again lost in thought.
“Since the two of you cannot seem to control your tempers, Faramir, please go to your garden for a while. I need to speak with my commander alone.”

Faramir opened his mouth ready to argue really but he could see the look on Rahl’s face. He snapped his mouth shut and gave Demmin one last glare before heading to the doorway. He turned back to look at his lover for a moment and had to bite his tongue against a scathing remark when Demmin smiled smugly at him. He left the room, muttering to himself about being sent away like a child to their bed chamber for acting out and it was probably lucky that he was so caught up in his anger that he didn’t notice Bergan bite back a snicker behind his back as he disappeared down the hallway.

Rahl spent the rest of the afternoon getting every last detail out of Demmin about where he’d been, what he’d seen and heard, and how he’d found the second box. His earlier annoyance at the man was soon forgotten and their easy camaraderie was soon renewed as if Demmin had never been away. Still, Rahl felt something was missing – he’d grown used to having Faramir with him and found himself wondering what his take would have been on many of the events and rumors Demmin shared with him. He couldn’t put it into words exactly, but not having Faramir next to him made him feel a little out of sorts. It was nearly dinnertime by the time they left his study. The were walking side by side, still talking and sharing an occasional smile about a reference to some long ago remembrance. Rahl automatically led Demmin to the garden to fetch Faramir, not even really noticing where they were going.

Faramir was surprised that Rahl had spent so long in the study with Demmin and after a few hours passed, his mood darkened even more. He’d been sent away like an errant child! He was angry at Rahl for that but more so at Demmin. If they were such great friends why hadn’t Rahl mentioned it before? He paced around the garden and nearly destroyed an entire bouquet of flowers as he picked one here and there and set about shredding the poor thing in his hands as he paced.

Meanwhile, as they walked down the hallway, Demmin stopped for a moment, forcing Rahl to do the same. “I must ask you something, old friend,” he began and looked at Rahl for a moment. “Tell me how you met this Faramir? I… I cannot help but worry that he could be a problem, perhaps you are not seeing past his pretty face?”

Rahl rubbed at this bottom lip and gave Demmin a knowing smile. “He is more than a pretty face,” he explained, resting a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “And I know you only worry for me, so I will put your mind at ease. I saw him in the palantir. He is not even from this world. I sent for him, brought him to my bed, but found him to be a more than pleasing companion in more ways than just the bedroom. He has proven himself many times over, and is as devoted as you, I think. Perhaps even more so.”

Demmin frowned when Rahl said this man was even more devoted than he was. “I doubt that he is more devoted than I am, I have been with you for years, my lord. I have served you unswervingly in those years and will continue to do so, this man… how can he be more devoted a servant?” Demmin asked truly curious how Rahl could even think that. The man was not from their world, did not know their ways and did not have the history that Demmin did with his master.

Clasping both hands behind his back, Rahl began to pace back and forth across the short hallway. He didn’t particularly like anyone knowing his business, but Demmin was a dear and devoted friend, and he trusted him implicitly. He gave a half smile and shrugged. “He loves me,” he said simply. “Not just loves me, but is in love with me. He said some time ago, says it often, and he has proven it time and time again.”

Demmin stared at his friend in shock. “And you just believed him?” he asked but then saw the look on Rahl’s face. “Ah, so you know for certain,” he murmured, knowing the pain of a reading himself. “I do care about you as my friend but… that sort of love is dangerous and distracting,” he said after a moment. “You cannot afford distractions with the seeker past the boundaries and within D’Haran territory. I plan to take men out in search of him myself in the morning. What can he do besides distract you from what needs to be done? You say he is more valuable than just for sex… he claimed that he was the one who figured out where the box of Orden was… is this true? If so, why is he not being put to more use as a commander?”

“He did narrow down the search a great deal, even used the clues we have so far to find the very town you found the box in,” Rahl nodded, casting his gaze in the direction of Faramir’s garden. “As for dangerous and distracting – I did not say I loved him back. I said he loves me. He started out as a slave, but is now more of a… friend, I suppose, as well as a lover and an advisor. His ideas are sound and he is quite intelligent. In his own world he was a captain of many men, an army of his own, but my men, as you well know, would be wary of him. They do not know him or trust him like I do, and will always see him as a mere slave. Besides… he is content to simply be with me, and… quite honestly, I like to see him happy, so I allow it.”

Shaking his head, Demmin sighed. He was impressed the man helped him find the box they had been searching for and glad that Rahl did not love the man back. That made him feel somewhat better. “I suppose you are right… though I have never known you to care so much for a persons happiness… well… at least not openly as you show it for him. I have seen you do kind things for others even myself over the years so I know you are a good man, always have believed that, but… it is still surprising. Forgive me for being so nosy, I have been away almost a year and come back to find you in surprisingly good spirits and with a man I did not know acting so familiar with you. In all my years I have never called you by your first name as he does… I find it disrespectful, you are my leader and my master, even as a child I never broke that protocol. It… frankly, took me off guard,” he explained.

Laughing softly, Rahl realized his old friend had a point. “He is respectful, always has been, but I do understand how you feel,” he conceded. “Calling me by my first name is a fairly recent event. I was trying out a new spell a few weeks ago, and was gravely injured. I nearly died – and think I would have had he not been there. He questioned the healer before he would let the man touch me, then nursed me back to health while the healer regained his strength to come back a second time. He was so worried for me, Demmin, and never left my side. So when he called me by my given name, I decided he had more than earned the right to call me whatever he likes – which is often my name, but sometimes nice little endearments no one has ever directed at me before. I find that I do not know how to react oftentimes, but… I am getting used to it.”

Surprised that Rahl had been hurt, Demmin looked at him seriously for a moment. “I am glad you are well then,” he said softly. “I owe him then, for saving my oldest and dearest friend’s life. I am still not sure I like him,” Demmin admitted. “But I will try to be on my best behavior, though you do know my temper, my lord. When I am pushed I push back, and he seemed to enjoy pushing me earlier.” He began to walk again when he saw Rahl glance down the hallway again, obviously wanting to get to where he was going.

Rahl was silent until they reached the door that led out to Faramir’s garden. As Demmin opened it and stepped back for Rahl to exit, the dark wizard stopped and wrapped one arm around Demmin’s shoulders. He tilted his head and moved closer until his lips were next to the other man’s ear. “Do not make me choose between the two of you,” he said softly. “I need you both, but I cannot stand this constant bickering.” With that, he pulled away and looked out into the garden without waiting for an answer.

Demmin nodded, when Rahl said he did not wish to choose between he and Faramir. He may have a history but he did not ever share his friend’s bed… and he knew that Faramir had that advantage on him at least.

When the door to the garden opened, Faramir looked up and dropped the poor flower he’d plucked to pieces. He hoped it was only Rahl but his smile faltered when he saw the large man, Demmin enter behind his lover. “I was beginning to worry you’d forgotten me,” Faramir said, trying his best to keep his voice light, though a part of him was still annoyed at the other man for monopolizing his lover’s time and now he was here in his garden that Rahl made for him.

Rahl crossed over to his lover and looked down at the shredded flower that lay on the ground. He had the grace to hide his amusement, however, and merely rested one hand on Faramir’s lower back. “Forget you? That would be hard to do, since I ordered your favorite dinner tonight to thank you for your help in finding the second box. Besides…” His hand rubbed up and down Faramir’s back, and his missed the look of surprise on Demmin’s face. “I miss not having you with me. There is much Demmin told me I would like to share with you. Your experience as a captain in your world would be of great benefit in helping us plan our next move.”

Faramir couldn’t help but move into the touch and looked at his lover, forgetting Demmin for the moment as his own arm slipped around his lover’s waist. “You know I would be glad to help in any way possible,” Faramir said softly and smiled a little at his lover. “My favorite dinner as well… I think I can forgive you for making me wait so long to see you again,” he teased a little then, though his smile immediately slipped away as he looked at Demmin coolly. “Will… will your friend be joining us then?” Faramir asked, fervently hoping he was not.

Blue eyes searched Faramir’s handsome face before Rahl answered. “Please remember, he is my friend, Faramir. He has saved my life twice, has been with me for nearly all my life, helped me when I was little and my father used his magic to hurt me and I could not heal myself.” He looked from Faramir to Demmin and back to his lover agian. “He will not be joining us simply because I am in no mood to play peacekeeper between the two of you all evening.”

Faramir felt his face color when Rahl answered and Demmin too looked somewhat embarrassed as well. Faramir hung his head a little and nodded. “Yes, love,” he answered not wanting to discuss anything further with Demmin still there. Demmin thankfully seemed to take the hint though.

“I will be leaving in the morning and I would like to speak with you before I leave, my lord to determine what my course of action should be. If you will excuse me, I would like to return to my chambers and get cleaned up. It has been a long day for me… I… am thankful to you Faramir for saving our master’s life recently. I had not known of the accident… I am glad you were there for him,” he said. He bowed slightly to Rahl. “My lord.” He turned and left, feeling as if he’d had the final word with Faramir at least and knew the man was probably stewing a little now.

Oh of all the… Faramir had to bite his tongue and though it was true he had cared for Rahl during an absolutely terrifying time the way that Demmin had acted as if he were the bigger man by being so polite irked Faramir. He sighed and looked at his lover seriously once the door closed behind Demmin. “I am sorry for causing problems but he just… that man just gets under my skin for some reason,” Faramir said, not admitting that he was jealous.

Rahl tucked Faramir’s hair behind his ear and let his hand slide down to rest on the curve of his neck. “He is the only other person in the world who truly cares for me,” he explained. “I had hoped you two would be friends, and… I did tell him not to make me choose between the two of you. I am asking you the same thing, Faramir. Please do not put me in that position. I could put a spell on you both and force a friendship, but I really don’t want to do that.”

Faramir looked up into Rahl’s eyes and sighed. “I do not want that either, because it would not be real. I just… he was so… and you,” Faramir paused as he tried to explain how he felt. “I was well… am jealous of him. He obviously knows you better than I do, has known you longer and… I… feel threatened by him. You and he have never um… you two have never been intimate have you?” Faramir asked and in his mind a chant was raging please say no, please say no over and over again.

Jealously was the last thing Rahl expected, especially since he had taken no lover since Faramir had been delivered to him. This time, he couldn’t help but smile, and realized that Demmin was probably jealous too, just in another way. “No, Faramir, Demmin and I have never been intimate,” he said softly. “He has never shared my bed, we have never kissed, and I have never allowed him to see the scars that shamed me. Demmin and I are just good friends. He serves me, commands my armies, and tries, much like you, to keep me safe.”

Faramir relaxed a little when he realized that Demmin at least had not been intimate with Rahl. “Oh… I… Gods, I… I suppose I was foolish but he was rude to me and I just… could not help myself,” Faramir explained. “I suppose I could have handled things better but… you do realize you made me look like a child sending me away like that,” he murmured.

Rahl raised one eyebrow and was torn between laughing and growling. “First of all, it sounds as if you are actually scolding me. Second of all, you were acting like a child, so I had no choice. Had I not needed to talk to Demmin, I would have sent him away, not you.” He gave in and finally smiled before placing a kiss at the corner of his lover’s mouth. “And third – you have this beautiful garden made especially for you and Demmin has nothing but a small room with a bed and a chair. I would not think spending a few hours here would be any great chore.”

Faramir had the grace to blush when Rahl spoke and looked down. He deserved that he supposed. Then Rahl kissed him and he returned the small smile. “You are right, I should have behaved better. I… I’ve never behaved like that but… I do not think I’ve ever felt that jealous before. It… felt as if a knife was twisting in my stomach, thinking that you had someone else… someone… someone not a slave. Someone who had come back and now would… would replace me.”

Surprise was evident on Rahl’s face when Faramir’s words registered. In truth, he hadn’t even considered replacing Faramir with another slave since their first few days together, and even then, it was simply because it had been the way he’d always operated. After a startlingly short while, however, he realized that no one had ever come close to satisfying him like Faramir did both inside and outside of the bedroom, and from there, their relationship had changed in too many ways to count. He moved in, wrapped both arms around his lover and placed a kiss on the side of his neck. “I suppose I should tell you the truth,” he whispered. “You are irreplaceable, Faramir. There is no one else I want, slave or no, and you know in your heart you have become more than a slave to me.”

Faramir swallowed hard when Rahl spoke, his words making his heart skip in his chest. He closed his eyes and captured his lover’s lips in a deep kiss. He rarely initiated kisses but this time he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t explain how wonderful his lover’s words made him feel, so the only thing he could think of was to show him. When he drew back for breath he was smiling happily as his fingers wove through his lover’s hair. “I love you, so very much. I wish I knew more ways to tell you and show you,” he whispered.

Having trouble looking away from Faramir’s now red and kiss-swollen lips, Rahl returned his lover’s smile and wondered what it would feel like to say those words himself. The phrase “I love you,” though, had never once slipped past his lips and the feeling had never touched his heart as far as he knew, but it must be wonderful indeed, he thought, to make Faramir’s eyes sparkle in such a manner. “You could start by being nice to Demmin,” he suggested.

Faramir frowned a bit at Rahl’s suggestion but nodded. “I would do anything for you… so yes, I will try my best, love,” he whispered. He smiled a bit mischievously as a thought struck him. “And he has agreed to try to be nice to me as well? Or am I going to have to try to be the mature one?”

Rahl laughed and shook his head. “He has agreed as well. And if you try really, really hard, I will make sure you are justly rewarded when we go to bed tonight.” He pulled Faramir close again and pressed his lips against his lover’s ear, whispering softly. “Perhaps a nice, warm mouth might just appear around your cock tonight after I handcuff you to the headboard and see just how many fingers I can fit up inside that tight little hole of yours… or we could try those new nipple clamps the jeweler made last week on those perfect little nipples you have. Poor Demmin will get no such reward – merely my thanks. I think that makes you the winner no matter what happens between the two of you, don’t you?”

Faramir moaned from just the thought of Rahl doing those things to him and shivered in his lover’s arms. “Oh, Gods, yes… I believe you are right, love,” he whispered breathlessly. “Perhaps… we should go to dinner now… or at least return to your chambers?” Faramir asked, rocking his hips against his lover and licking his lips.

Long fingers slipped down to entangle with Faramir’s. They fit together naturally, and neither man pulled away as Rahl shifted his hips and let his smile grow wider. “Dinner in our chambers, I think,” he said, tugging his lover toward the door. “And I feel particularly messy tonight. If I drop any dessert on me, you might have to clean me off… with your tongue.”

Faramir practically ran to keep up with his lover as they headed to the door and he laughed as his lover spoke. “Oh, now that sounds interesting… perhaps… dessert in bed then?” Faramir suggested, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I think that can be arranged.” Rahl had two of the three boxes he’d been seeking, there had been no sign of the seeker for weeks, he was feeling more relaxed and hopeful than he’d felt in a long time, and… Faramir was with him. He didn’t try to figure out which was more important, but if he had, it would have been an easy enough choice.

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