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Love is... (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 3

Faramir’s eyes were wide with pain, but despite the slight numbness starting to overtake his arm from the unnatural position, he could feel a soft touch at his wrist. Rahl was full of contradictions and confusing Faramir with every revelation. He winced when he bit down on his ear, though he felt heat pool low in his body. Gods, he was always ashamed of that reaction in himself, enjoying pain that way. Faramir staggered a little when Rahl released him so quickly and he looked at him in more confusion. “Y… yes, my lord,” Faramir said thinking it might be safest for now to not push his luck any farther. At least his father had taught him something.

Rahl entered his room a moment later, turned his back to Faramir and removed his robe. He slid under the blankets a moment later and spelled the door closed, locking it securely with half a dozen intricate locks and bolts. When the last one slipped into place, he eyed Faramir with something like irritation since he wasn’t in bed yet. “Well? Take that ridiculous tunic off and get into bed. And you should know that I am a very light sleeper and will likely as not wake up and fuck you a few times simply because I can.” With that, he turned his back toward the empty side of the bed and started whispering to himself. “Oh, and my magic protects me while I sleep, so if you ever try to hurt me in any way, you will likely loose a limb at the very least.”

Unsure of what Rahl wanted him to do, Faramir had simply stood beside the bed. He regretted the fact that he hadn’t been able to get more than a glimpse of the man’s body, holding him prisoner or not, the man was gorgeous. Faramir startled a little and pulled off his tunic, dropping it to the floor and slid into the bed. “I have no objections, my lord, nor a desire to hurt you,” Faramir said softly though his mind supplied the word ‘yet’ automatically. He didn’t trust the man but he did desire him. “Do… do you object to my touching you in other ways… it… your magic can tell the difference between a malevolent touch and one of… desire or comfort?” Faramir asked hesitantly.

Used to his companions sleeping as far from him as possible, it took Rahl several seconds to make sense of Faramir’s question. He’d kept his back to the man, determined not to let his desire be too obvious, so, fortunately, his surprise wasn’t too evident. Perhaps, he thought, his spell was lingering and Faramir still was feeling the pangs of desire he’d been flooded with earlier. The after effects of that particular spell usually lasted a few hours, but normally simply made its host tired and pliable. Faramir must have a weaker will than most, to allow himself to stay bewitched for so much longer than normal. That was the easiest explanation by far. “I… it can tell the difference,” he said somewhat suspiciously. “You may… take comfort from me if you wish. Just… don’t wake me. Ever.”

“Yes, my lord,” Faramir said softly. He turned and faced his “lover’s” back and moved closer, his hand caressing the other man’ back gently. “Sleep well, Lord Rahl,” he whispered softly. Faramir wasn’t sure why he wasn’t more appalled by his own behavior, his desire for this man who was admittedly cruel. A man who brought him here simply because he wanted him, a man who apparently liked to hurt his lovers. He wasn’t sure why his pulse would skip at that thought… well. Not entirely surprised with himself but this was the first time he’d allowed it to show that he didn’t mind the pain. What worried him was, had the spell made him feel these things or would he have felt this drawn to Rahl without it?

Every muscle in Rahl’s back stiffened as Faramir’s hand moved over his skin. The gentle touch was so unfamiliar; it made his chest ache in ways he couldn’t explain. Staring wide-eyed at the wall before him, he simply lay there unmoving trying to figure out how he could be so attracted to a man who was so obviously weak in will, if not in body. The spell would wear off soon enough, he figured, and Faramir would go back to his side of the bed, and since his magic protected him from harm, he had nothing to worry about really… yet, still, he couldn’t bring himself to sleep. Before long, though, completely against his will, his eyelids grew heavy, and one by one, his muscles began to relax. Without even realizing it, he sighed softly and drifted off into the first peaceful sleep he’d had in years.

Faramir noticed Rahl stiffen, perhaps unsure if the Ranger would be tempted to try to hurt him. Faramir of course would not, because he had no real reason to, the man hadn’t really hurt him. Yes, he was rough and was keeping him against his will and had used a spell on him but earlier… that hadn’t been rape. Even if it wouldn’t have happened under normal circumstances, Faramir couldn’t deny that he would have been daydreaming about it. Maybe he was feeling a slight bit guilty about being so easy to manipulate, though stronger men than he had bent to Saruman’s magic, why not this wizards? He continued to think about his situation and rub gently at the man’s back until he felt him relax completely. His own eyes were growing heavy again and at last he too slipped to sleep, curled close against Lord Rahl’s back.

Hours later, Darken Rahl slid his hand down over his stomach, still fast asleep. As his fingers encountered something different – namely, another hand – he held perfectly still and opened his eyes. In all his years of taking lovers, he’d never awoken to another’s touch. To whimpers and sobs certainly, to fearful eyes watching him from across the bed or across the room often, but… never to anyone touching him, for his lust spells usually wore off after sleep. He stared at the wall in silence, wondering if the man next to him – what was his name? Fadermir? Famerir? No… Faramir. Yes. Faramir – had tried to harm him and his protection spell had simply torn the man’s arm off and it had fallen against him. His fingers poked at the hand resting on his side and he was shocked to feel it move slightly in response. It was only then that he remembered the man asking permission to touch him. “You are sleeping very close to me,” he said in an oddly strained voice. “Very close indeed.”

Faramir was dozing lightly, enjoying the warmth of Rahl’s body and the scent of his skin, particularly the warm enticing scent just under the hair at the back of his neck. Faramir heard the words spoken but for a moment his dozing mind couldn’t make sense of them. “Hmm? Oh, yes, I suppose I am,” Faramir said, not bothering to move. “You are warm and smell so nice… you said it was all right as long as I had no plans to hurt you.”

Rahl lay in silence for a while before responding. “I said you might comfort yourself. I had no idea you would need comfort all night.” Despite his harsh words, he made no effort to move – which wasn’t something he wanted to think about just then. “Are you going to need comfort every night?” The thought that if Faramir would require it, he might send him to sleep with the rest of the slaves raced through his mind, but then, he reasoned, he wouldn’t have Faramir right there next to him when he wanted sex. Before Faramir could answer, Rahl sighed. “Never mind. Just remember the rules. I have no patience with repeating myself.”

Faramir drew back slightly when Rahl spoke, as if he were annoyed with him. Biting back a sigh, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “I will remember them,” he murmured. He wished he knew just what he should do. Normally, if he woke with a lover he was attracted to, he wouldn’t hesitate showing them how much he enjoyed being with them but… he had no idea how he should behave with Rahl. First of he all he was supposed to be a slave, even if he wanted the man. he was first and foremost a prisoner. He needed to stop thinking of Rahl as his “lover” and think of him properly before he got himself in trouble. Besides it was just basic animal attraction, lust… it would fade and then all that would be left would be his master’s magic. “Besides pleasuring you, my lord, will you wish other duties of me?” Faramir asked carefully, wanting to be perfectly clear what he was to do in this place.

Rahl was amazed at his companion’s forthrightness. He’d expected the man to beg to be released, or to cower in a corner or… something. Yet he was just lying there, almost relaxed, asking what Rahl wished of him. “If you have any other uses, I will find them and put them to good use,” he said, rolling over, and thinking that if anything, Faramir looked even more delectable after a good night’s sleep. “For now, however, I am only interested in one thing from you.” His usual spell was quickly murmured under his breath and he slid his hand beneath the blanket, ready and waiting to touch Faramir as soon as the spell took full affect.

Faramir thought that perhaps Rahl’s answer was to be expected and found he didn’t really mind so much. He wasn’t sure if his skills would be of use and it was likely the use of weapons would be the last thing he would be allowed. It was funny though, he couldn’t find it in him to hate is captor. He was uncertain about him but… he’d done nothing to make Faramir truly hate him… though perhaps that was to come? Or perhaps it was just as Faramir’s father always said, that he was too forgiving, too weak willed and too easy to manipulate because of his empathy and compassion that he showed for others. Gandalf had always said they were good qualities to have but his father certainly never had. All thoughts of his father though were wiped away when Rahl moved closer, he felt that same wash of something over his body, making his skin tingle and his half hard arousal grow even harder. Does he really need that spell? Faramir wondered, he didn’t think that Rahl needed it anyway but perhaps he was wrong. He was being controlled by magic, maybe his own thoughts now weren’t even really his own? When Rahl’s hand hovered over him though, Faramir pushed up into it, moaning softly. At the moment, he didn’t care.

Rahl’s hand rested on Faramir’s stomach and pressed down, smiling wickedly. Another spell darkened the room until they could barely see each other, and he flung the blankets back. An invisible force gathered Faramir’s wrists and pulled his arms above his head, secured them there and then trailed down to push his legs back up against his chest. “I might allow you to follow me to my office one day, or my library, so you can pleasure me with your mouth or spread these lovely legs of yours at a moments notice, but only if you’re very good.” Rahl moved to kneel at Faramir’s backside and leaned over until their lips were nearly, but not quite touching. “And I suspect you want to be very, very good for me right now, don’t you, pet? You want to make sure I’m happy so maybe I’ll be kind enough to let you come every day, don’t you?”

Faramir gasped when the room darkened and his arms were bound with… nothing at all except magic. It was somewhat frightening how easily Rahl used magic as if it were such second nature to him, he hardly even thought about it. He moaned as his body was manipulated, his knees pressed up toward his chest. “Yes, oh yes, I will strive to be very, very good for you, my lord. I think it would be very generous of you to allow me to find my release as well,” Faramir answered, part of his words driven by whatever spell Rahl had cast on him but part of it completely honest. If he were to have to choose his fate as a prisoner this… this would likely be the fate he would choose. Being made to have sex with a man he found intriguing and gorgeous… albeit a little rough and short tempered… but Faramir could handle and even enjoy that… was certainly not the worst fate he could have.

“You’ll find,” Rahl whispered, catching Faramir’s bottom lip between his own, “that I can be very, very generous.” His lower body pressed down hard against Faramir’s lower body, spreading his legs wider and putting just enough pressure on his testicles to make his point. “Or I can be cruel, if need be.” Sharp teeth worried Faramir’s lip as Rahl smiled and tugged lightly even as his hand moved down and slid between them. The pad of his thumb rubbed over Faramir’s opening and the tip slid inside. “But I can make you enjoy even the cruelness, my pretty little toy. Make you crave it with every fiber of your being. You know that, don’t you, Faramir? You know you’d beg me for it if that’s what I wanted, don’t you?”

Fire seemed to race through his vein’s when Rahl kissed him teasingly but when he ground down against Faramir, his thigh pressing cruelly up against his scrotum, the Ranger gasped and found his lip bitten almost to the point of drawing blood. While a part of him wanted to jerk away from this treatment, a darker part of himself that he hid with other lovers enjoyed the pain. His arousal did not wane a bit, in fact it grew harder. By the time Rahl’s thumb slipped inside his body that was still sore but open from the first time that night, Faramir shakily nodded in response. “Yes… yes. I serve only you, my lord. I am yours to do with as you please,” Faramir babbled, hating himself for saying such things and knowing that that was the magic, and his own wantonness was probably the magic as well, but he wouldn’t lie to himself… he really did enjoy this as sick as it was.

“Of course you’re mine,” Rahl said, drawing back to look at the man who lay immobile before him. “And I have exquisite taste, if I do say so myself.” He withdrew his hand, and a moment later, when he pushed it back against his lover’s opening two of his fingers were slick and wet. The digits danced lightly over the puckered skin, but didn’t push past it. “And look at this…” He pressed his finger against the bottom of Faramir’s entrance and he licked his lips as a drop of his own seed leaked out. “How thoughtful. You kept my release inside you all night, didn’t you? How sweet. But don’t worry…” His slick fingers pushed in all the way to the knuckle and scissored wide. “There’s plenty more where that came from, if you beg nicely enough.”

Bucking his hips up to meet his lover’s touch, Faramir moaned. He whimpered with need when Rahl teased him, his fingers just brushing against him. Faramir had never had his body ache like this, this need to feel a lover inside him quite this way. He shuddered when his lover continued to speak and then thrust his long fingers deep inside him, opening him even more. “Gods…” Faramir gasped, his hands grasping at the rails of the headboard to give him something to hang onto. “Have mercy and let me feeling you inside me again, to feel you stretching me and filling me… fucking me hard, pushing so deep I will still feel this morning for days to come,” Faramir practically babbled the words, appalled at himself but this was part of the magic… though again… not one word was entirely untrue though he probably would be tender for the next few days if Rahl really took him up on the offer.

Shuddering at the raw need in Faramir’s voice, need he’d heard often enough thanks to his mastery of magic, but never quite this heartfelt, Rahl freed his fingers, chanted softly and felt another unseen force slick his swollen shaft with lubricant. “Days?” Rahl laughed and shook his head. “ I’m thinking weeks. In fact, I think I’m going to fuck you every day and every night until you won’t remember what it’s like not to feel me, what it’s like not to wince when you sit down.” With that, Rahl lined himself up and thrust forward, burying himself balls deep in one smooth motion.

Faramir arched under his lover, trying to drive the questing fingers even deeper and cried out when slick fingers drew away. He was desperate to feel his lover inside him and it was practically heaven when Rahl thrust deep, stretching the still sore muscles painfully but a pain that Faramir did not mind at all. He was begging, almost chanting the words, ‘yes, please and harder’ in a soft mantra. Faramir could feel his own shaft, throbbing against his abdomen, needing friction but he couldn’t reach down to touch himself. He moved his hips, trying to rock upwards to rub against his lover’s body, desperately.

Faramir was moving, riding him so eagerly, Rahl could nearly have stayed still and came from the vibrations alone. Never one to be passive, however, he simply drove himself in even deeper and set up a rough, hard cadence. After a few dozen thrusts, he reached up and pinched Faramir’s nipples hard, then gave them a sharp twist before he let go. “Oh, I wish I had found you long ago,” he smirked, panting for air and watching Faramir’s reaction, feeling his cock swell even more in response “You suffer absolutely beautifully.”

A yelp escaped when Rahl’s fingers worked at his nipples, pinching and twisting painfully but though the pain made him want to twist away at first, it changed within moments. That same pain seemed to shoot straight downward to Faramir’s untouched cock. It throbbed heavily, precome dribbling onto his stomach and he thought for a moment that he might just come without being touched. His hands struggled against the invisible bonds and he looked up, catching Rahl’s eyes for only a moment. “Let me touch you? Please, my lord?” Faramir asked, doubtful that Rahl would say yes, but at least he asked.

Rahl completely lost his rhythm as Faramir’s question registered. Perhaps the man wasn’t weak after all; perhaps he was simply an extraordinarily skilled liar, pretending and waiting until the opportunity to kill his new master presented itself. “Of course you may not touch me,” he snapped, regaining his rhythm and pushing Faramir’s legs further apart roughly. The action made his entrance even tighter and nearly drove Rahl over the edge. Even in the near darkness, he could see Faramir’s desperate need to come, could just make out the engorged head of his cock as it dripped on his belly. There was no need to allow it, of course, other than the mere fact that when his lover’s came, their release prolonged Rahl’s by the simple act of internal muscles spasming around him. Faramir had, after all, not fought him, so he didn’t begrudge him his little pleasures. His fingers danced in the air and one of Faramir’s hands was freed. “Touch yourself if you are so eager.”

Rahl’s answer disappointed Faramir, but he couldn’t register the disappointment before his legs were pushed painfully further apart. His thighs ached and his entrance burned from the abuse but he was so completely caught up in his need that it only fueled his desire more, not less. He moaned wantonly and when his hand was released, Faramir wasted no time, slipping his hand between them to grasp his aching cock. Tipping his head back into the pillow, Faramir began to stroke himself roughly, trying to keep pace with the brutal pace that his lover had set. The angle shifted slightly and the thick cock inside him slammed directly against his sweet spot. Faramir cried out, his body arching under his lover as his muscles clenched hard. He tried to keep himself from coming just yet but couldn’t stop himself.

The sound Rahl made as Faramir came sounded like a part-growl, part roar of some feral animal. It was as if every nerve in his body was set on fire and an invisible fist completely enveloped his cock, pumping it in a perfect rhythm. His back arched as deeply as Faramir’s, driving himself in even further, his cock pushing bruisingly past contracting muscles, and he came just as forcefully as he had the night before. Hands clutching at Faramir’s legs hard enough to bruise, he closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment of pure bliss, something he didn’t do often, before opening them again and breathlessly regarding the man before him. Without a word, he pulled out and moved back to his side of bed, the sheets wrapped around him, feet on the floor, forearm wiping the sweat from his brow.

If he hadn’t just found his release, Faramir might have come from the sound Rahl made. He shuddered, still feeling the aftershocks of his own climax as his lover finished, thrusting so hard and deep inside him, that Faramir was certain he would be wincing for the rest of the day anytime he bent down or sat down. When Rahl pulled away from him, Faramir practically collapsed against the bed, panting. His hand was covered in his own seed, as well as his stomach and his other arm was still magically bound above his head. He laid there for several moments trying to catch his breath, disappointed that Rahl had moved away from him so quickly again. He licked at dry lips. “My… lord?” he could barely say the words, his breathing was so shaky, “Could you release my arm? I promise not to try to touch you.”

Rahl was still shaken by the force of his release, not to mention his moment of weakness afterward, when he lost himself in his slave’s admittedly attractive body. His thoughts were interrupted by Faramir’s question, however, and brought him back to the present. Standing quickly, he reached for his robes, slipped them on, and then waved a hand in Faramir’s direction, making certain he was completely covered before Faramir could move enough to clearly see him. A moment later, the room again was flooded with the morning sunlight, just as there was a timid knock on the door. A servant announced that his breakfast was ready, then bare feet scurried down the hall away from his room, terrified of Rahl’s wrath should the food not be what he desired or not cooked to his preferences. “I think it will be quite some time before I tire of you,” he mused. “You are very… entertaining.”

Unable to turn enough to see Rahl dress, Faramir simply lay for a moment quietly. When his arm was released he sat up, wincing at the burning of his backside and the slick fluid leaking down his thighs. He had finger-sized marks on his hips and thighs that he was certain would turn to bruises on his fair skin later in the day. None of those things pained him as much as the flood of sunlight into the room though. “Ack,” Faramir threw his sore arm up to cover his eyes for a moment and shook his head. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, so he simply moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his bare feet surprisingly warm against the marble floors. “Thank you,” Faramir answered, not quite sure if he really should be as pleased as he felt. “My lord, is there… somewhere I can clean myself?”

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