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Love is... (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 6

Faramir had read almost half of the thick book by the time Rahl looked up from his desk and announced he was finished for the day. Faramir marked his place in the book and placed it back where he found it quickly and joined his master at the door as he unlocked it. Faramir followed in silence just as he had that morning, the guard following just a few steps behind him. When they arrived back at Rahl’s room, the door was spelled open and they entered as a servant waited with a tray of food. It was a perfectly timed routine it seemed and Faramir realized that Rahl seemed to prefer ritual and organization. “Would you like me to attend you, my lord?” Faramir asked, indicating the table.

Rahl sat down at the table and studied Faramir thoughtfully for a moment. It all felt too easy, his interactions with the man, his willingness to please, like the man had been trained in what he would like and dislike, perhaps to get close to him and, if not kill him, then to at least help the killer get past his defenses. He was tired, though, too tired to worry with Faramir’s plans for the moment, and merely waved his hand in the air dismissively. “No, just eat your dinner,” he sighed, rubbing one hand over his forehead to try and will away his headache. Wizards couldn’t heal themselves, and he trusted none of the healers to brew him a healing tea of any type. While he had tasters for his food, that was only because he knew he had to eat – but he could get by without luxuries most took for granted – like herbs and medicinal teas. He toyed with his food, then looked toward his window at the darkening sky, his appetite gone with the coming of the night… which always meant more nightmares.

Faramir noticed that Rahl’s mood seemed to have worsened and his brow was furrowed as if either in deep thought or of pain. When he rubbed his forehead, Faramir felt as if he knew what the problem might be. He’d been leaning over those ledgers all afternoon and likely his head and neck were aching from it. Faramir hesitated to speak though and took his seat. He poured a glass of wine for himself and noticed that Rahl had not filled his glass. He leaned over and filled his as well and set to eating. He was several bites into his meal, which was quite good, when he realized Rahl wasn’t eating. “My lord?” he asked softly. When the dark haired man looked at him, Faramir offered a kind look. “Is… there anything that I can do for you? You seem… pensive.” Faramir didn’t want to say that he seemed to be in pain so he left it at that.

“Do for me?” Rahl laughed harshly and stood, pacing the room, his shoulders tense and his neck stiff. Sleeping next to Faramir in the early morning hours had relaxed him more than he’d been relaxed in years, so as soon as he started to stiffen up again, he noticed. “Yes, there is something you can do for me, Faramir. Kill the seeker. Make him stop haunting my dreams. Or perhaps read through all my spell books and find a way he can be defeated.” He stopped, fixed his gaze on his lover and sighed. “Or, better yet, just go ahead and carry out your attempt to kill me or hand me over to whomever it is you are indebted to. I am tired of trying to guess your motives for being so agreeable… and so perfectly suited to my needs.”

“The… the seeker?” Faramir asked in confusion. “I… I have no reason to attempt to kill you, if you recall you brought me here, my lord… I don’t even know who this seeker is. I have no motives other than to… to keep my own skin in tact and to do that I must keep you happy, correct? I simply wish to do a good enough job that you won’t be displeased with me is all. If… if I can help, my lord… I would like to. Especially because… when you are in a good mood… you are… much nicer to be around,” Faramir admitted hoping that didn’t make Rahl angrier.

Rahl’s eyes darkened with rage at Faramir’s words. His hands clenched into fists at his side and he nearly cast a pain spell in Faramir’s direction. He stalked over to the man and was nearly on top of him before he realized that Faramir had only spoken the truth on all counts. His fingers curled into the cloak that still covered broad shoulders, then, just as quickly unfurled and patting the soft fabric down where he’d bunched it up. “You amuse me,” he laughed, then turned on his heel to return to his chair. “Few would dare speak to me in such a manner, and even fewer would live if they did. But yes, you must keep me happy, and that would be best accomplished if you could figure out a way for me to kill the man who is destined to murder me. That is the only way you can help.”

Faramir looked up, unwilling to flinch away if Rahl were to attack him again, he would face it and not be a sniveling wretch. He would take whatever punishment the man doled out, but he had only spoken truthfully. Faramir was fully prepared to be struck in some way, but then Rahl’s hands and face suddenly softened and he moved to sit down again. He carefully let out a breath of relief and watched the other man for a moment. “I did not mean to be offensive, my lord,” Faramir said softly. “I do not know who this man is that wants to kill you but… can you be so certain it is destiny? The future is ever changing I would think… I imagine that I could not have foreseen ever being brought to this place… so my destiny in my world has been irrevocably changed now,” Faramir waved his hand for peace when Rahl started to look angry again, “please, my lord, I am not criticizing I am just stating facts as I know them. But though I do not know a way to deter this man, at least not yet as I just arrived in your world last night… I can help you relax… if you would but trust me a little.”

Picking up and smashing a small cherry tomato between his fingers, Rahl watched the juices and seeds fall down onto his plate, wishing it would be as easy to smash the Seeker into pulp. “The Seeker kills me every night in my dreams,” he said after a moment. “I know the exact manner it will happen, just not the time. It is his destiny; he was born to kill me, charged by the wizard Zeddicus and named in the prophecies as the one at whose hands I shall die.” He slowly brought the limp shell of the tomato to his lips and pushed it inside. “And trust you? I cannot trust you, Faramir, but I do trust my spells to keep you from harming me. No man will ever have my trust, I can assure you of that.”

A feeling of empathy washed over Faramir as he looked at Rahl, he dreamed of a death at the hands of this man the same way Faramir had dreams his entire life of the war in his world. He swallowed hard, knowing how difficult it was to live with that sort of thing but he did not wish to reveal it to Rahl. There was no telling what misconceptions the man might have about that, he may believe he is a wizard too or some such nonsense. “No one deserves such dreams,” Faramir said softly. “If you cannot trust in me, at least you do trust in your spells. If… if you will allow me to touch you, I promise I can help you to relax,” Faramir said softly. When the man smirked at him, he almost laughed. “I do not mean with sex though… of course I am yours to do as you will but my suggestion is much more innocent. If you will allow me to rub your shoulders and neck, I can help relieve the tension there. I have done it before for my brother. He has always had many pressures as the heir and first born and I learned to do it to help relieve his pain,” Faramir explained.

There were at least a dozen reasons why Rahl didn’t want Faramir touching him. He knew there was. He just couldn’t seem to think of them at the moment. The one thing that did come to mind, however, was that he simply didn’t like being touched. By anyone. Even his parents had learned to keep their distance early on, and his slaves merely tolerated his touch… they never asked to return it. But the thought of Faramir’s hands on him wasn’t wholly a terrible idea, and since he really couldn’t hurt him, Rahl decided there was no harm in it. After all, if Faramir did try something, he would pay dearly for it, and if nothing else, that might be amusing. “Fine.” He pulled a drumstick off the chicken and began tearing off the meat. “Finish your meal and I will allow you to try, but I am not holding my breath. I am not the type of man who ever completely relaxes. That is why I am still alive.”

Faramir smiled a little and nodded. “Yes, my lord, I truly think it will help at least a little,” Faramir said softly and returned to his meal, more than a little pleased that Rahl had seemed to regain his appetite. He didn’t really want to analyze why he cared whether or not the man ate or not but he did. It wasn’t as if Rahl cared anything for him other than as a possession he’d stolen from a whole other world using his magic. Though… something had to make the man choose him so Faramir tried not to think on it too much. They ate in relative silence after that, though Rahl did ask his opinion of the book he’d been reading. Faramir gave it, explaining some of the plot points and how he looked forward to the ending, though he had his suspicions how it might end. Rahl had seemed amused by his answers in that regard but gave him no clues.

Though he didn’t show it, Rahl was delighted with their conversation about the book Faramir had chosen. He did take some educated villagers as slaves but they never had the courage to touch his belongings, let alone speak freely about their opinions on anything as Faramir was doing during their meal. He almost hated their dinner to come to an end and was surprised to look down and see that between them, they’d cleared off every last bite of food from the table. “When you finish that story, I have another in mind you might enjoy,” he offered, as though sharing a book with an old friend was something he did every day… despite the fact he never shared his belongings and had no friends. Realizing the absurdity of his words, he quickly stood and made his way over to a lush burgundy and gold-trimmed lounge chair by the window. “Well. Let’s get this over with. Show me how you think you can possibly ease my tension.”

Faramir smiled happily when Rahl offered him another book before brusquely leaving the table. He followed and almost laughed at the innuendo he could make of his lover’s words. Oh, there are a myriad of ways… but a neck rub for now. He suppressed a grin as he moved to stand behind Rahl. This was a show of trust, whether the man realized it or not. “It may help if you let your robe settle at your waist, it will feel better with skin on skin contact,” Faramir suggested.

“I do not…” Rahl’s words trailed off. He had started to tell Faramir about his distaste for being touched, but, considering that he’d nearly fucked the man’s brains out several times since he’d brought him to the castle, that little argument seemed a bit odd. “Fine.” A wave of his hand darkened the room and pulled the curtains, then he shrugged out of his robe, gathering it around his stomach and deftly hiding his scar as he had nearly all his life. Hesitating only a moment, he cast one more light spell over his shoulder at Faramir just in case he let his distaste show and Rahl happened to turn around and see it. He’d hate to have to kill his new toy after only one night after all.

Faramir was slightly irritated when he felt the spell hit him. I have been perfectly willing to talk to him civilly and offer to ease his pain without those spells… why now does he have to use his magic? Faramir almost sighed with frustration but couldn’t fight against the magic anyway. He rubbed his hands together to warm them a bit more, before settling them lightly on Rahl’s shoulders. “This may feel a little uncomfortable at first but it will feel better very soon,” Faramir whispered. Slowly, he began to massage the tense muscles there, using his thumbs to work at the knots as his fingers squeezed and soothed along the top of his shoulders and against the back of his neck. He was very tense and Faramir hoped this would help relax him. He was tempted to lean down and press his lips at the back of his lover’s neck or his shoulder but refrained from it as he continued the massage.

It was only slightly painful, not enough to actively trigger Rahl’s protection spell, but close. To his surprise, the dark wizard found his eyes wanting to close as the pain slowly drained away, and kept them open only by the sheer force of his will. He realized Faramir was only doing this to either make him more tolerable or to try and trick him in some way that Rahl hadn’t figured out just yet, but for the moment… it felt wonderful. “I would not press much harder,” he said, letting his head drift forward just a bit so that his hair fell over his eyes. “You might loose a hand, or at the very least a few fingers. But… I do not find this nearly as unpleasant as I imagined I would. Yet.”

Faramir almost paused when Rahl warned him of his protection spells and lightened his touch just a little. Boromir had tended to like it to be a very firm massage but he’d forgotten about the spells that Rahl used to protect himself. “Yes, my lord,” he whispered as he continued to move his hands slowly. “Is there any oil I can use? It can make it much more pleasant,” Faramir asked after a few moments.

Rahl straightened up and turned to look over his shoulder at Faramir. “Faramir, I am tired, no more tense than usual and I healed you earlier when you were sore, which is something I never do. I am not going to beat you or be cruel tonight. I have just been planning to fuck you and go to sleep, and of course there will be a spell over you while I do. So… what does it matter to you if I am tense or not, or if this entire relaxation of my muscles is successful or not? If I was in a foul mood, I could understand it, but I am no worse than normal at the moment.”

Faramir’s hands paused as he looked at his lover. “Perhaps I am trying a bit too hard but I always thought that… it was a pleasure slaves job to make sure their master was happy in all ways. At least that is true in my world,” Faramir said softly. “And… I have enjoyed being with you, I know you think it is all your magic causing my enjoyment but neither of us can know for sure I suppose but you… especially in the library today… I’ve never wanted anyone so much or came so incredibly hard in my life. I want to offer you comfort in appreciation for you allowing me to feel good even as I pleasure you.”

Holding his robes tight against him, Rahl stood and turned to face Faramir with dark, angry eyes. “Your release was a natural response to stimulation and of course it was my magic making you want me,” he snapped. “I am no fool, Faramir, and I will not have you treat me as one! Even my most trusted guard is terrified of me unless I keep him bewitched, and were these spells not on you, you would be trembling in a corner somewhere, praying for death, just like all the other slaves do when their spells wear off. You should count your blessings that I have been so vigilant in constantly keeping them around you.” Face and neck flushed so deeply he nearly looked sunburned, Rahl waved his hand toward a cabinet along the far side of the wall, where a small jar of oil came flying out as soon as the cabinet door opened. The jar landed on the window sill behind Faramir with a loud pop and would have shattered if Rahl hadn’t cupped his hands together and held its pieces together while it repaired itself. He sat back down again, shoulders tensed once more and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “Finish this. I want to go to bed.”

Faramir stepped back when Rahl rounded on him, but shook his head. “Even so, the magic made me enjoy it… immensely,” Faramir said softly. He jumped when the oil flew out of the cabinet and snapped onto the windowsill. Slightly unnerved, Faramir went to the jar and coated his hands before returning to the chair. Once Rahl was settled, Faramir risked leaning down and brushing his lips against the side of his master’s neck and shoulder gently, hoping to calm him a bit, before settling his hands back on his shoulders. He began to rub and knead the muscles careful not to be too rough or push too deeply into the muscles that were once again tense. After several moments, he felt them starting to give way under his hands, loosening and noticed Rahl’s head dip forward just a bit. He leaned down again as he rubbed across broad shoulders down to strong biceps and back up again. He was close enough to murmur in his ear so he did so. “You said you planned to fuck me before bed. I could offer yet another way to relax you, my lord. On my knees, taking you into my mouth, tasting you, sucking you and then you take me on my knees or in your lap again,” Faramir whispered huskily against his ear before kissing his neck and sucking lightly on the skin.

The first time Faramir’s lips pressed against his skin, Rahl thought he’d imagined it since he was nearly half asleep anyway, but there was no denying it the second time, especially given the other man’s words – words that made Rahl hard in an instant, almost as if a spell had been put on him. That was impossible of course, and he quickly pushed that thought away. His hand came up, fingers tangling in Faramir’s hair, and Rahl held him steady as he studied the earnest blue eyes before him. Without a word, he drug his slave closer, pulling him over the back of the chair but conjuring up invisible hands to keep him from falling to the floor, and kissed him deeply. He needed air and knew Faramir did as well, but he only pulled away when he began to feel lightheaded. His robe was still clutched against him as his fingers loosened in Faramir’s dark, soft hair and he found himself cradling the man’s head for a moment. The room became instantly darker just after he nodded, again his way of protecting himself from pitying or horrified looks once the prominent, slick scar made itself known. “Hands behind your back or touching yourself. Don’t touch me with anything but your mouth, and it is to go nowhere but on my cock. Is that understood?”

Faramir worried that maybe he’d gone too far when Rahl’s hand slid up into his hair and tightened but then he was tugged around the chair and almost into Rahl’s lap as his mouth was taken forcefully in a kiss that made him moan. Gods, the man could kiss! Faramir hardly noticed the room being darker, he was so caught up in the moment. “Yes, my lord,” Faramir whispered as he slid to his knees before Rahl. The robe was pushed open and Faramir let out a shuddering breath as he saw his lover’s arousal. Leaning forward, Faramir’s tongue licked at the tip of the hard shaft before sinking down, taking it in until it was buried at the back of his throat. Faramir moaned around the hardening flesh, enjoying the taste of his lover this way. He did want to touch but… he would refrain.

Rahl’s fingers again rested in Faramir’s hair, but he managed to be fairly gentle this time, though it was an effort not to simply hold the slave’s head still and fuck his throat. Again, though, he reminded himself that though Faramir had obviously lied to him many times about wanting him, the lies were based on his lack of knowledge about just how powerful Rahl’s magic was, and Rahl could see that he at least thought he was sincere.
Slowly, Rahl’s hips began to move in time with the deliciously warm mouth wrapped around him and his head fell back on the chair. Though he’d never tried the whole ‘reward system’ on his slaves before, now seemed like as good a time as any to see if it actually worked. With almost no effort at all, he spelled an invisible hand to form behind Faramir, to slide up his legs, between his thighs and squeeze lightly at his testicles. The hand’s thumb, so clear in Rahl’s mind, trailed up Faramir’s backside, delved between his ass cheeks and pushed inside him with no warning, slicked by the juices he’d spilled there several hours before. The thumb worked silently as he lost himself in the rhythm of Faramir’s mouth, so wet, so hot, so perfectly delicious as it moved over Rahl’s aching flesh.

Faramir wouldn’t have minded if Rahl had been rough with him, though he was very grateful he hadn’t been. He took the length in as far as it would go, swallowing around it and humming lightly as his lover began moving, controlling the speed and depth of the encounter. When something warm and almost solid moved between his legs, Faramir almost jerked away but instead calmed himself and continued sucking his lover. He squirmed a bit on his knees as the “hand” moved over his skin and then moaned around the thick flesh in his mouth as it began caressing him and sliding inside him. Gods, it was amazing and drove his own need higher. He could easily come just like this, he thought.

“You say you were a Ranger in your world,” Rahl said in a low, deep voice. “But I think you were a pleasure slave there as well. You are too talented with that wicked mouth and that tight little hole of yours to have a profession where you don’t use them.” As he spoke, he twisted his hand, causing the invisible one behind Faramir to twist as well so the thumb could seek out his sweet spot. He began rocking his hips harder, thrusting deeper into Faramir’s mouth, pushing far past his lips and into the back of his throat. He thrust slowly, wanting to prolong the moment, but was slowly getting closer and closer to the edge.

Faramir could not answer of course as Rahl spoke, but he hummed around the thick flesh in his mouth. While he hadn’t been a pleasure slave, Faramir had a few lovers who he thoroughly enjoyed in his world but had never really let go with any of them. He always held back the part of him that enjoyed a bit of pain and feared allowing them to see that he liked being controlled in the bedroom but not anywhere else. When Rahl began to thrust harder, Faramir took him in, relaxing his throat and letting himself be used. Though this time, he wasn’t being used at all, this time his pleasure was being seen to by Rahl’s magic. He rocked his hips, his body swaying between the invisible hand giving him such pleasure and his lover’s hard length leaking precome on the back of his tongue. He moved faster, breathing heavily through his nose as he became more excited and more wrapped up in his own arousal. He could sense that Rahl was close, and chose that moment to swallow and groan around the thick organ in his mouth.

Faramir had a talent for taking him unawares, Rahl thought vaguely, because as close as he was, he still had control of himself until the very moment Faramir swallowed and made a noise around him. The vibrations alone caused him to cry out, and as soft throat muscles contracted around him, he arched up off his chair and came hard, spilling down Faramir’s throat with almost painfully violent pulses of his still engorged length. His fingers tightened in Faramir’s hair, causing the hand that was working at the slave’s backside to push in even deeper, though it kept working away just as Rahl had ordered it to do.

After a few deep, shaking breaths, Rahl realized he was probably close to choking Faramir, so he pulled out slowly, watching as a thin stream of saliva bridged the gap between his cock and Faramir’s swollen lips. With a slight push of his hands against Faramir’s shoulder, Rahl covered himself and looked down, pleased that Faramir hadn’t come yet. The hand behind him worked steadily as Rahl whispered, “Remove your robe and stay on your knees. Lace your fingers together at the back of your neck.”

Yes! Faramir thought as Rahl came hard, spilling over and over again down Faramir’s convulsing throat as he tried to swallow as much as he could, though it was so forceful it almost choked him. His eyes were watering but it didn’t matter. Gods, he’d wanted to taste this man, to make him come undone for him so much but that thought was almost driven from his mind as the invisible hand inside him pushed deep. He almost came from that alone but Rahl pulled away. Faramir licked his lips as he breathed heavily and nodded. He did exactly what his lover told him to, though he was shaking now with pent up need.

Rahl was having difficulty trying to decide where to settle his gaze. Even in the near-darkness of the room, his gaze was drawn to Faramir’s kiss swollen lips, then to his swollen shaft, then back to his lips again. Since his robe was covering him again, he allowed the room to become a bit lighter again and brought his right hand up to his face to rub over his bottom lip as he watched the little show Faramir was about to give him. Slowly, he regained his breath as he commanded the hand behind his new slave to withdraw completely, then thrust back in with three fingers. He moved too quickly for it to be comfortable, but not so quickly, he noticed, that Faramir’s arousal waned the slightest bit. His eyes sparkled as he realized why that was. “You like the pain, don’t you, pet?” he whispered. “You like being filled so much it aches, and being tied too tightly for you to even pretend to fight.” The fingers were knuckle deep now and he imagined a fourth finger squeezing in alongside the others. “You crave it, but you’re ashamed to let anyone know.”

Faramir whined when the hand withdrew inside him and then when it thrust back in, forcefully and larger than before, he moaned and bucked. The stretch and burn of it ached but gods it felt so good as well. Faramir gasped when Rahl questioned him and nodded. “Yes,” he answered, feeling his face color even as he did so. It was true, all of it. He enjoyed what lovers in his world would probably have thought was… a perversion. Particularly considering his political standing, a son of the steward could never enjoy being dominated this way. His hips moved, trying to drive the invisible hand even deeper and he cried out when it became even larger inside him. He was so full it hurt but gods… he’d never felt more alive before either.

Watching… just watching… was more erotic that Rahl had ever imagined it could be. He slipped his robe back up over his shoulders and stood just in front of Faramir. Crooking one finger, he reached down and hooked it under Faramir’s chin, lifting it up as he whispered, “stand,” and forcing Faramir to get to his feet to keep his neck muscles from aching. The hand in Faramir’s backside followed him and Rahl made a wide circle around the man, stopping when he got just behind to see how his asshole gaped open under the invisible pressure, filled completely but exposed to Rahl’s hungry gaze as well. A smile touched his lips and the fingers inside Faramir fluttered over his prostate and he reached out to scrape his fingernails up the man’s spine.

Faramir carefully kept his hands laced behind his neck, even as he stood as gracefully as he could, considering something so large was inside of him. He swallowed hard as he looked at his lover, his stomach muscles fluttering as the invisible hand inside him moved with him. He cried out and arched his back when the simultaneous feelings washed over him. The sharp scrape along his back and the stabbing, pleasure pain of his prostate being stimulated. His hips rocked into nothingness, seeking a friction that simply wasn’t there. He barely even realized he was panting soft words of ‘oh yes, gods’ as Rahl watched him.

Rahl came to a stop just in front of Faramir again, thoroughly enjoying himself now. It was different, watching his ‘lover’ enjoy his little games; most had simply suffered through them, but Faramir… gods, he was so responsive Rahl was already getting hard again. With a few softly uttered words, two more pairs of unseen hands manifested around Faramir’s nearly vibrating body. One hand grabbed each ankle, pulled long legs even further apart and the other pair took hold of his arms almost gently, unfolding them from behind his head and holding them out to his sides, both to keep him still and to help him stand. Rahl’s own fingers reached out to squeeze Faramir’s weeping sex, his thumb catching a drop of precome and bringing it curiously to his lips. “Warm,” he said, moving closer and licking his way across Faramir’s lips, letting him taste himself. “Tell me, does it taste as good as my come, Faramir, or does it all taste the same?”

Faramir cried out in fear of falling but realized the hands that tugged at his ankles were not going to let him fall. He relaxed his stance just a little and then his arms were pulled out to his sides as well. He was quite literally on display for Rahl and while it embarrassed him, it also made him feel somehow empowered, because his lover wanted to see him this way. He moaned when a warm hand wrapped around him, teasingly and felt his arousal twitch hard when Rahl licked his thumb. Another moan fell from his lips when his lover licked at his own and Faramir purposefully licked his lower lip, smiling just a little though he was panting. “Yours, my lord, tastes better. I already look forward to tasting you again,” Faramir said honestly.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Lord Rahl’s mouth as he bit down just enough to leave indentations on Faramir’s bottom lip. “I’m sure you are,” he retorted, trailing his hand down and gathering Faramir’s testicles in the palm of his hand. He tugged lightly and made the hand behind Faramir work just a bit faster for a moment before pulling it away completely. “Do you feel empty now, my desperate little slave?” He didn’t give Faramir a chance to even form an answer. “I think you do. I think that nice tight little ass of yours needs to be filled again with more than invisible fingers.” Without warning, the hands holding Faramir bent him over, putting him even more on display than before, and just to make him more desperate, Rahl cast yet another lust spell. “What do you want in there, Faramir? My own fingers? My fist? Or something bigger, something that will stretch you open even more while I allow you to suck me off again?”

Faramir almost growled when Rahl bit him, wanting more than just a fleeting kiss and bite like that. He rocked into Rahl’s hand, keening as the hand inside him worked faster and his lover tugged at his engorged sac. He cried out when the hand inside him suddenly disappeared, and began rocking his hips wanting desperately to be filled again. He was shaking now, wanting everything and anything to keep giving him the same pleasure he had before. He hardly even felt the lust spell he’d already been so filled with desire already. “Yes… oh gods, let me taste you again. Fill me until I cannot take anymore, my lord. I want so much,” he babbled. Faramir was completely and utterly without shame now, needing more.

If Rahl had ever been this turned on before in his life, he couldn’t remember it. Faramir’s desire, his enjoyment of the same things Rahl found so erotic, the way he begged so beautifully was driving Rahl nearly insane. Another cabinet drawer from across the room flew open and a moment later, Rahl had a thick phallus in his hand, already dripping with oil. It was just a little wider than the four fingers had been – a tight fit indeed, but one he now knew Faramir would welcome. He rubbed the blunt head over Faramir’s opening with his own hands, then left it there, hanging in mid air by the same invisible force that had been opening Faramir such a short while ago. Moving to stand in front of his lover, he darkened the room again and opened his robes just enough so that his arousal was exposed. He ran the tip over Faramir’s cheeks and lips as the dildo began to push forward slowly and steadily, impaling Faramir on it’s rigid length.

Nearly overpowered with sheer need, Faramir’s eyes only widened a moment when he saw the large phallus. It would likely be painful but he was already looking forward to it. When Rahl moved around him and brushed it against his opening, Faramir rocked forward a bit and then pushed back just a little so that the head was pushed firmly against his opening, though not pushing inside yet. By the time Rahl was before him, his robes open and his face and lips were being marked, Faramir was panting. He licked at his lips and moaned deeply when the phallus began to inch forward into him slowly. It was hard and unforgiving, the object somewhat cold as well sending a jolt of sensation through his lower half. “Oh, gods,” he gasped looking up at his lover.

“Almost,” Rahl whispered. “Almost.” He had all intentions of pushing the head of his cock past Faramir’s full lips, but instead willed the hands holding his arms to pull him up just a bit. His own hand cupped the back of the Faramir’s neck and Rahl kissed him as the phallus worked it’s way in deeper, the sudden desire to taste his lover’s pleasure and pain pushing aside his own needs for the moment, though the feeling was completely foreign to him. The kiss was slow and deep, and just in the middle of it, the hands holding Faramir’s arms moved back even more until the two men were chest to chest. Never breaking the kiss, Rahl reached down, took both their arousals in one hand and slowly began stroking them together.

Faramir was almost whimpering from the pleasure pain of being stretched more than he ever had before and suddenly found himself pulled upright. When Rahl’s lips descended on his own, he moaned into the deep kiss as the phallus stretching him pushed deeper inside. He thought he might just split apart at times the pain was so severe but then Rahl’s tongue would curl around his own and he was swept away with it. It was so gentle compared to the way Rahl had kissed him before. When he was pushed further upright, his chest against his lover’s Faramir rocked against him, his nipples rubbing against Rahl’s chest. He moaned again, his body arching against the darker man’s as his aching cock met his lover’s, Gods, it was almost too much. The sensations of being touched and kissed and his body breached and stretched that way. The phallus was moving inside him more freely now that his body relaxed a bit more and he rocked his hips slightly.

Without even realizing he was comforting Faramir, Rahl continued kissing him until he physically felt the strain of his lover’s body turning from one borne of pain to muscles taut and trembling with pleasure. All the while, he told himself that he simply liked kissing the other man, and refused to entertain any other thought whatsoever. When he pulled away, he gave Faramir’s shaft a light squeeze, then willed the hands to pull him back down. Guiding his erection back to the willing mouth that had just brought him such pleasure, he held Faramir’s head still and moved forward until he was buried to the hilt and the soft lips he’d just kissed were stretched wide around the base of his cock, the phallus behind Faramir now moving easily.

Faramir was lightheaded when Rahl pulled away from him, and slowly lowered to the floor as the invisible hands guided him, and kept him from falling, because he wasn’t sure his legs really would hold him any longer. Once he was back where he’d been before the kiss, he found himself licking his lips just before Rahl thrust into his mouth. Faramir relaxed his throat to allow his lover to push as deep as he wanted and moaned around the hard shaft when the phallus inside him rubbed almost harshly over his sweet spot. It was all becoming too much and he swallowed convulsively, humming as he did so, trying to give Rahl as much pleasure as he could. He was so close already that he wanted to fight against the hand holding him so that he could squeeze his own cock to keep him from coming too soon. Since he could not, he had to focus and concentrate as hard as he could to keep from losing control.

Rahl had to hold on to Faramir to stay upright himself, though he would never have admitted it. The sensations of that hot, wet mouth were just as devastating as before, and he couldn’t seem to think as Faramir worked him from root to tip, sucking and licking and even worrying at his slit until he wanted to scream from the pleasure. Lost in a haze of pure lust for the man before him, he forgot himself for a moment and his control on the phallus wavered, causing it to move faster and impossibly deeper. As soon as he realized it, however, he took pity and decided Faramir had suffered long enough; it was time to let him have some relief – not a common thought with Rahl, but Faramir had been an exceedingly good sport and his suffering would soon be too much. Without warning, he thrust into his lover’s mouth and one final time, coming with a loud growl and twisting his fingers in the hair beneath this hand.

Faramir tried to concentrate on pleasuring Rahl, his lips, mouth and tongue working to give the man as much pleasure as he knew how to offer. When Rahl began to thrust faster into his mouth, the phallus did as well and he moaned in pleasured pain as it pushed inside him. When it finally eased within him, Faramir was breathing heavily through his nose and suddenly, Rahl thrust deep into his mouth, and he felt the telltale throb of the shaft against his tongue as he began to spill within him. The taste of his lover, his growl and his fingers twisting in Faramir’s hair seemed to send him over the edge in a blinding flash. He spilled his own seed, completely untouched against the floor, his hips thrusting into nothingness. He would have collapsed completely if Rahl’s hand had not been in his hair, and his magic hadn’t been supporting him. Faramir licked and sucked until his lover was completely spent, and released him, gulping in air as he did so. His entire lower body was on fire from the thick phallus still buried inside him and he simply shuddered through the last of his own release.

Breathless and exhausted, Rahl leaned against Faramir for a moment, then slowly had the hands supporting him lift him up again. His robes fell closed again, eyes were heavy and the slight smile on his face was as close to a real smile as he’d had in years. He moved closer and when their bodies were flush, he slowly, one by one, made the hands supporting Faramir disappear. His newfound knowledge of Faramir’s tastes intrigued Rahl enough so that he didn’t simply order the man to bed or out of his sight like he normally might with anyone else. Instead, he found himself supporting the long limbs and muscled torso almost completely and for some odd reason, it didn’t bother him at all. It actually made him feel… needed Wedging himself underneath Faramir’s right shoulder, he brushed sweat-damp hair back from the handsome face before him and let Faramir rest for a moment. “Tell me when you’re ready and I’ll remove the phallus.”

When Faramir found himself supported by Rahl he was surprised but too exhausted to even give it too much thought. He tiredly leaned his head against Rahl’s shoulder for a moment, forgetting the ‘no touching’ rule. “I… I’m ready,” he whispered breathlessly. He was starting to feel decidedly uncomfortable and now that he’d found his release, the pain was starting to sink in.

Rahl started to have the phallus simply pulled away, but he realized that it would hurt if he did so, and now that they’d come to some sort of understanding (in Rahl’s mind at least) about Faramir’s wanting to please Rahl, he reasoned that the least he could do was keep up his ‘reward’ system. Changing the spell he had in mind, he made the phallus smaller, then slowly had it pull away. Another spell cleaned Faramir and the floor before him where his release had spilled. “You are an… interesting lover,” he said conversationally, still allowing Faramir to lean on him. “I think I will be enjoying you for quite a bit longer than I enjoy most of slaves. Now… can you walk?”

Faramir winced when the phallus was finally gone from his body and he thought his legs might just give out on him. He wavered for a moment, though Rahl was holding him steady. Faramir laughed softly, and looked at Rahl. “Maybe sometime next week…” he teased. “I will be fine, my lord… I did ask for that after all.” He took a tentative step and winced but decided he could manage once he lay down. “Do you mind if I lay down now, my lord?”

Shaking his head, Rahl felt the corners of his mouth twitch again. He enjoyed Faramir’s sense of humor and intelligence as well as his body – another new development he’d only now just realized had happened when he hadn’t been looking. “No… actually, I think I’ll have you just sleep standing here in the middle of the room for the night,” he said, shrugging and heading toward the bed, though he kept one eye on Faramir to gauge his reaction and did his best not to smile. “Although I might do you a favor and let at least one of the hands come back to support you if you like.”

When Rahl said he could sleep standing in the middle of the room, Faramir looked at him but did not say anything. He simply took him at his words and straightened his back as much as his aching lower body would allow. He took a deep breath and nodded knowing that there was little he could do about the situation. He had hoped he had made Rahl happy tonight but… perhaps this was a test? So Faramir decided he wasn’t about to fail the test by whining about it. His father had taught him that lesson the hard way and besides, he had stood sentry for hours at a time in the past, he could do so now. “Yes, my lord,” he whispered and folded his hands in front of him, focusing on a decorative sconce on the wall, knowing that he would be counting the loops and finals of the thing all night.
Rahl nearly laughed out loud as Faramir meekly agreed. Of course, the man had no real reason to believe that Rahl had a sense of humor, so he couldn’t really blame him. He turned, slipped out of his robes and under the blankets and tugged them up over his chest. “Faramir, get in bed. You pleased me greatly tonight and I have no reason to punish you. I was just testing you and you passed with flying colors.”

Faramir’s eyes moved from the sconce to Rahl’s face and nodded. “Thank you, my lord,” he said softly as he painfully made his way to the bed. Lowering himself into it was difficult to say the least but he managed and quickly rolled to his side. “I have had a similar test before and did not fare well the first time but learned over time,” Faramir admitted. “My father used to make me stand sentry in his study anytime I displeased him.” He grinned a little. “I displeased him often.”

Faramir had said he was a steward – nobility – and it had never occurred to Rahl that Faramir’s old life might not be perfect. But then, again, not once had he expressed a wish to go home. Without letting himself over think it, he rested a hand on Faramir’s hip and took away his soreness. The doors were locked, he was protected, and a few minutes of having his powers lessened or erased didn’t seem too high of a price to pay at the moment since he was perfectly safe. Pulling his hand back he licked his lips and spoke softly, as if using his regular tone might shatter the nearly peaceful truce they seemed to have stumbled upon. “Do you miss him?”

When Rahl’s hand settled on his hip, Faramir sucked in a breath as the pain disappeared in his lower body. “Thank you,” he whispered and then shook his head. “Not really, no. I miss my brother but… not my father. He and I did not get along. I love him in a fashion but it is best when I am not in his presence,” Faramir smiled ruefully. “I suppose that is why I chose to become a ranger, rather than stay in the city and serve as a councilor as was my mother’s wish. When she passed away, father became hard and cruel… and I decided the best place for me was away from him as much as possible.”

No wonder Faramir was able to keep his distaste hidden, Rahl thought, he probably saw a man much like his father when he looked at his new master, and obviously had learned to keep his true feelings hidden. “Well, you are away from him now,” he said with a humorless laugh. “Your brother… is he as handsome as you? And as skilled in the bedroom?”

It was Faramir’s turn to laugh, a true laugh though. “I am afraid I have no idea what my brother is like in the bedroom,” he grinned and sighed. “Some say Boromir is more handsome than I am but he would not be as… easy to deal with as I am. He is every bit the warrior and heir apparent,” Faramir explained.

“More handsome?” Rahl snorted and felt the urge to run his fingertip over Faramir’s jaw – an urge which he was just too tired and too satiated to resist. “I find that hard to believe. You are the most handsome man I have ever seen. A bit impertinent, quite intelligent, excellent in bed, and you look absolutely perfect. I think I would have passed your brother over without a second glance.” With that, he turned his back toward his lover and curled in on himself feeling his body tingling as his powers began to return. “Do you need a sleeping spell? Water? I don’t like to be disturbed during the night, so if there’s anything you’re likely to want, tell me now.”

Faramir was surprised by Rahl’s words, they sounded like words a true lover would say but he didn’t comment on them. He laughed a little when he called him impertinent and felt his face flush at the rest of what he said. When Rahl turned away from him, Faramir simply stared at his back for a moment, surprised yet again that he actually asked if he needed anything. “No, thank you, my lord. I am fine,” he whispered and settled in to sleep much as he had the night before.

Rahl closed his eyes, exhausted, but dreading sleep and the nightmares that were sure to follow. Sighing heavily, he hoped for at least a few hours of rest and thought about warning Faramir of what would likely happen in the middle of the night, but reasoned he’d see soon enough.

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