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Love is... (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 8

The trip to Rahl’s library was the same as it had been the day before. Faramir walked silently behind his master with the guard behind him. When they entered the room, Rahl closed and locked the door then went directly to his desk to begin whatever work it was that he did.

Faramir wandered over to where he had replaced his book the day before and began to read. They were both silent for some time and when Faramir finished the book, satisfied with the ending he had hoped for; he got up and began searching for another book.

He found one about the history of D’Hara with maps and various information about the palace itself and even the line of the Rahl family. Faramir settled back onto the settee he’d somewhat claimed as his own, as much as he were able to at least, and began reading. He found the history fascinating and was curious about all of the magic that seemed to just flow in this place. The other wizards he had known in his world did not use their magic as much as Rahl used his, and he found that interesting. Power just seemed to emanate from the man.

A little over an hour later, a knock sounded at the door and Faramir looked up from his book at Rahl. The dark haired man seemed to be expecting the knock because he flicked up his hand and the locks were suddenly gone and the door opened. A man roughly his own age, perhaps a bit older, stepped in wearing armor and a flowing burgundy cape that matched the color of Rahl’s robes.

The man knelt on one knee and bowed his head in deference. “My lord, I have come to give you my report.”

Rahl both looked forward to and despised the reports from his captains. He was desperate to learn the progress of his armies as they took over village after village and searched for the magical books, boxes and various other items he needed, not to mention reports about the Seeker’s whereabouts; but it seemed the captain, Krenn, rarely brought him good news anymore. Rahl was starting to tire of the man and wondered if it was time to replace him. Sighing, he stared at the top of Krenn’s head for a moment and waved his hand again. “You may give me your report, Krenn. It had better be good news this time.

Faramir pretended to return to his book, though he kept most of his attention on Rahl and Krenn.

“Two more villages have fallen under D’Haran rule in the Midlands, my lord. Neither of the items we were seeking were in either of the villages but there was word that the Seeker and his party had been there. We questioned several people until we found someone loyal to you, my lord. They said that the Seeker had fled to the Obergon Woods. A scout has reported this to be true, we have a plan that may help us catch the Seeker off guard. I sent a large contingent in the opposite direction, and let the rumor spread that the Seeker had gone west and we were following them. The best of my men still await orders to follow the Seeker and I had hoped you could grant me another contingent to meet us at the woods,” Krenn explained once he had stood again and unrolled a map and laid it out on a table that was on the other side of the room nearest the bookcase.

Faramir was too curious for his own good, maps had always been of interest to him and he was curious about the layout of this world. He feigned boredom with the book he had and stood to replace it on the shelf, which just happened to be nearest the table. He surreptitiously stole looks at the map as he looked for another book.

“Take all the men you need,” Rahl said dismissively as he leaned over the map and traced his finger over the last village that had fallen under his rule. “And from now on, when you question villagers and find they aren’t loyal to me, bring them back here and throw them in the cellars until they sing a different tune – one that praises my name to all who will hear them.” A large red circle appeared on the map as his fingers passed by village after village, marking his ever expanding territory, then he pulled away. “Where do you intend to be waiting? Obergon Woods isn’t small. There’s no telling where he and his ridiculous little party might choose to exit the forest.”

Krenn nodded when Rahl gave his instructions. “We know from our scouts that they have set up camp in this area. We thought if we came at them from this direction,” he said pointing at an area on the map, “they would be cut off from the river.”

As the man spoke, Faramir looked at the map again and frowned. He was afraid he might be punished if he interfered but… if the elevations marked in tiny numbers on the map were correct, that was a very bad idea. “My lord, pardon me for interrupting but… if the Seeker and his party are there, they are on high ground with caves at their back. Even if your men come at them with more numbers they could hold a siege there. Especially if they have a wizard with them, it will leave your men open and vulnerable to overhead attacks. You’ll need to flank them, come around to this side,” Faramir said pointing at an area of the map, “force them away from the caves at their back and put them having to fight on the run. It isn’t the best choice but certainly better than forcing them into caves you have no idea where they go to.”

Krenn frowned heavily, his face turning a deep red. “What does a pleasure slave know of battle strategy?” He snapped angrily.

Rahl moved closer, saw the tiny markings on the map of caves he hadn’t seen before and glared up at Krenn with dark, angry eyes. “Apparently more than my captain,” he said in an icy voice. He held one hand up; fingers outstretched and slowly began to close them. It was almost as if he was choking a man, but he was touching no one. Still, Krenn gasped and got wide eyed as he suddenly found he couldn’t breathe. “And I don’t recall giving you permission to speak to him, Krenn. In fact, I don’t recall even giving you permission to look at him, now did I?”

Faramir startled as Rahl used his magic on the other man for speaking to him and for being… wrong. His father would have probably had the man whipped, so it was no different other than the fact it was… so much less of a spectacle in some ways and in some ways far more disturbing. He held his tongue though he wanted to say something to keep the man from suffocating right in front of him.

Krenn had become complacent the last few times he’d visited with Rahl with reports he’d been completely unscathed and almost forgotten what his master’s temper was like. Almost. He scrabbled at his throat but of course there was nothing to tug at as his eyes widened further and he continued to try to suck in air. He vaguely wondered if this was how he would die, not in battle but giving a report.

Krenn’s body was lifted an inch or so from the floor and the struggling man was brought closer to Rahl, who seemed to have forgotten Faramir for a moment. “Krenn… Krenn.” He sounded almost disappointed as he moved closer to the man. “I elevate you to a captain in my service, I give you hundreds of men to oversee and a simple task. Kill the Seeker…” Rahl moved closer, looking over Krenn’s shoulder, their cheeks almost touching, his lips near Krenn’s ear. He voice was low, almost sultry, and, had he been saying any other words, it might have been erotic. His hand tangled in Krenn’s hair and the guards head was jerked back roughly, exposing more of his neck to the force that was keeping him from getting air. “Yet, still… you fail me terribly with your ridiculous little plan, and then you insult my guest as well. Whatever were you thinking, Krenn?”

Faramir was ashamed that he actually felt a stab of arousal as Rahl spoke into the man’s ear in that voice. He felt his own cheeks color and looked away from Krenn as the man wildly looked around as much of the room as he could as if trying to find some way to escape. Krenn tried to shake his head and answer his master but could only vaguely croak past the invisible force around his neck.

Wanting desperately to interrupt in some way, Faramir could think of nothing to break the tension of the situation until he remembered the book in his hands. He dropped it “accidentally” and the loud sound of it hitting the floor seemed to snap Rahl’s attention to him and relax the pressure against the man’s neck at least enough for him to gulp in some air. “I beg your pardon, my lord,” Faramir said softly as he picked up the book.

Lost in a haze of anger, Rahl jumped when the book hit the floor and turned to glare in Faramir’s direction. His expression was positively murderous and his first instinct was to punish Faramir as well for interfering. He would have to teach his slave a lesson about that after Krenn left. When Faramir apologized however, Rahl’s mind allowed a little reason to temper his anger for a moment. When he turned back to Krenn, he released him, a look of boredom in his eyes as the man fell to the floor. “You will do as Faramir says. Cut them off from the caves. Give them no place to hide and make them run – run right into your waiting arms.”

Rahl’s right hand moved over his lips as he spoke and he moved closer to Faramir. Not even looking in Krenn’s direction, he let his eyes travel over Faramir from head to toe, his expression unreadable. When he heard Krenn get to his feet, still wheezing, he met Faramir’s gaze. “Oh, and Krenn… if you ever speak to my pleasure slave again, I will rip your tongue out. If you ever look at him, I will blind you. Do you understand?”

The look Rahl gave Faramir almost made his stomach flip. He may have saved Krenn’s skin but he might have just gotten his own punishment but the anger seemed to quickly flee his master’s eyes and he almost breathed a sigh of relief. When Krenn hit the floor, Faramir kept his eyes on Rahl as the room was filled with the sounds of the man struggling to breathe. He watched as long fingers caressed full lips and Faramir realized his earlier arousal hadn’t abated any.

“Y… yes, my… my lord,” Krenn stammered through a coughing fit, carefully keeping his eyes only on Rahl.

Rahl didn’t look away from Faramir even when Krenn spoke. “Well? What are you waiting for? You have your orders.” He heard Krenn stir, then make his way painfully toward the door. Finally, he turned from Faramir and gave Krenn an odd, almost amused smile. “Oh and Krenn?” Something unseen but solid stopped Krenn before he could get to he door; held him perfectly immobile. “You caught me in a good mood today, so I let you live. But I warn you… my mood will be decidedly darker should you not bring me good news next time.” With that, Rahl released the force field and unlocked the doors for Krenn to leave.

Krenn quickly gathered the map and headed for the door as fast as he could to get away from Rahl. He feared no man but he feared that wizard. He nodded in understanding, knowing how he got his position was because Rahl had killed his superior and promoted him. “Yes, my lord. Thank you for your generosity,” he said sincerely and left when Rahl released him the door locking behind him obscenely loud as if even Rahl’s magic was irritated.

Faramir did not know what look was in Rahl’s eyes and he was half afraid to find out. He had only meant to be helpful because it was an obviously harried plan and would likely fail if it hadn’t been pointed out. Rahl was much better in a good mood so failure of his army wasn’t something Faramir wanted to see.

A spell similar to the one that had stopped Krenn in his tracks enveloped Faramir, keeping him immobile. “Now.” He circled his slave, their body’s close, but not touching. “On one hand, you saw a flaw in my captain’s plan and came up with a better one,” he acknowledged. “While you should not have been looking at my maps or even listening to our conversation, your proposal was sound.” He frowned, made a complete circle around Faramir, and resumed running his fingers over his bottom lip and chin. “You say you were a warrior in your world, and now I have reason to believe it. I might even put your skills to good use, so I will forgive your impertinence. However… His words trailed off into a soft, almost sad sigh. “Then you interfered again, when I was trying to make a point to Krenn. That is not so forgivable.”

Faramir was held still, trapped in Rahl’s spell and watching his master closely. His eyes followed those long fingers and then looked up to meet his deep blue eyes. “I know, my lord, I… I did not wish to witness his death and… a reaction I had was… unsettling to me,” Faramir admitted his face turning red. He had been aroused by the sight and sound of Rahl using his powers on that man, it was… disturbing.

Rahl raised an eyebrow and let his fingers move from his own face to trace down Faramir’s neck, following a drop of sweat that had trickled down from his temple. “I would have thought that as a… what did you say you were? A Ranger? Yes… that as a Ranger, you would have seen much death. But a reaction? A reaction to what, Faramir? Were you attracted to my captain? Do you want me to spare his life so that you might sneak away and seduce him?” Rahl’s hand had moved back up to Faramir’s face as he spoke and he cupped the man’s jaw against his hand, leaving red marks on each cheek, he was holding so tightly. “That is it, is it not? You thought to throw yourself at him, to spread those nice, long legs for him and convince him to help you escape?” Rahl’s face darkened again and he realized he didn’t want Faramir to answer. “Whatever your motives, I am almost sorry you couldn’t practice more restraint. Now I shall have to spend my precious afternoon thinking of a way to punish you.”

Faramir tried to shake his head in denial. “No, my lord. I was… I was attracted to your voice… the way you held him in thrall… the way you controlled him. I… it… aroused me,” Faramir whispered his face almost as dark as Rahl’s robes. “I never knew I could… or would be attracted to that.”

For one brief moment, Rahl believed Faramir. Or, at least wanted to. His earlier spell might still be lingering, he supposed, and Faramir looked sincere enough. But Rahl’s own father had told him (proudly, for once) that Rahl radiated darkness, and the fear he saw in all his lover’s eyes, even when they were bewitched, was enough to tell him that no one really wanted him that way, that everyone had a motive. If they weren’t cowering in fear, they were simply playing a part, wanting to slip beneath Rahl’s defenses, to get close so they could help the Seeker and have their name recorded in the history books as having defeated the great wizard Rahl. “Your lies, Faramir,” he said softly. “They bore me.” He tucked a lock of hair behind Faramir’s ear. “I am already going to punish you. You need not anger me further if that is your goal.”

“Yes, my lord,” Faramir said, biting back a sigh. He hated that Rahl believed him to be lying but at any rate he didn’t think he would harm him beyond repair at least. He simply stood, being held in place by Rahl’s magic and waited for his master to decide what he wanted. After a moment he looked into Rahl’s eyes. “I am sorry.”

Rahl sighed and slowly used a spell to loosen, then remove Faramir’s robe. “You should be,” he murmured, trailing his finger from Faramir’s throat down the center of his chest and stopping just above his navel. “You should be very sorry, especially after I told you to stop telling me lies.” A ball of twine appeared out of nowhere and lowered to the level of Faramir’s testicles. Slowly, torturously, the same unseen hand as before pulled Faramir’s scrotum down and wrapped the twine again and again around the base, then made a crises-cross pattern over his shaft. Tight, but nothing compared to how tight it would be when Faramir reached full hardness. “I thought you were better than the others. I thought you were above the lies, but, I guess even I can be wrong sometimes.”

Faramir wanted to argue, wanted to prove he wasn’t lying. He hated being thought of as a liar and it irritated him but at the same time he was still aroused and becoming more so as his robe was removed. When the invisible force manipulated his flesh and began to bind him, he felt his arousal filling even more. “My lord,” he whispered, pleading with him. “I am not lying to you… please… I’ll do anything to prove that to you,” Faramir said arching slightly but unable to really move at all from the force still holding him in place.

Faramir’s words, rather than calming Rahl, only angered him more. “Stop lying to me!” he growled, tightening the twine even more. Another spell, and a gag was pulled tight over Faramir’s mouth, parting his lips and silencing the lies once and for all. The force holding Faramir upright suddenly pushed him forward until he was leaning over the back of a nearby chair, legs parted and ass fully exposed, the balls stretched obscenely low between his legs. Rahl let his nails trail roughly over Faramir’s spine, leaving small red welts behind them as he did so. “Perhaps I should just take your voice for good… maybe that would stop you.”

Faramir cried out with pain but was soon silenced with a gag. When he was pushed roughly forward over a chair, he grunted against the gag and tried to part his legs willingly but the magic was already doing that for him. His back arched away from the sharp rasp of nails and wondered if perhaps he’d been sorely mistaken about Rahl being a lover he wanted to be with. But he did. That was the ultimate shame of it all; his arousal was still growing even though he was ashamed of it now.

Rahl had no qualms about taking his anger out on Faramir. He used his usual spell to open and slick Faramir’s entrance, and without a word, he was thrusting in deep. Despite his earlier words, he found that he missed the sounds he’d already grown used to when he was using his new slave; Faramir’s words and moans were like a drug to him… and as badly as he hated to admit it, an addicting drug at that. Still, he wasn’t ready to face the lies he felt sure Faramir would be trying to tell him again, so he simply fucked him hard and fast, and came without warning a few minutes later without even trying to give him any pleasure. When he pulled out, he watched as a trail of his release seeped from Faramir’s opening down to the inside of his thighs as he roughly kneaded the muscles of the perfect backside still presented to him.

Faramir’s fingers tightened on the back of the chair as he felt himself opened and slicked and a muffled cry was trapped behind the gag as Rahl thrust into him suddenly, setting a punishing pace immediately. He couldn’t move the way he was pinned, couldn’t do anything except clench his fingers in the back of the chair and allow himself to be used. In all the times that Rahl had taken him and in all the ways… this was the only time that Faramir felt ashamed and like a true slave. He was still aroused but trying to will it away though it was impossible with the binding moving slightly around him and Rahl’s thick cock slamming into him. Gods, how could this man make him feel such need? When he felt his lover’s shaft inside him throb and suddenly spill within him, Faramir moaned behind the gag, wishing things were different. Wishing Rahl believed him… wishing that this man he desired really knew he was truly desired. He rocked forward when Rahl pulled roughly away and wiggled back against the hands on his backside. It made him feel like such a whore… but he couldn’t help himself.

Rahl had managed to maintain his distance, at least mentally, until Faramir pushed back against him and moved his backside… like he really did want it. A physical reaction, of course, and he wondered who Faramir was imagining was behind him, but told himself it didn’t really matter. Faramir had been taught a lesson – and not being allowed to come would further ingrain that lesson into his mind. As he saw just how heavy the other man’s cock was, however, he felt a twinge of something he didn’t recognize – guilt. Unable to resist, he reached around Faramir’s body and palmed the hard length, moaning when he felt a drop of moisture against his skin despite the tight bindings. It was then that he reasoned keeping Faramir hard and needy would only torture him as well as Faramir… and that teasing him with the bindings still wrapped tight would further drive his point him. Without a word, Rahl stood Faramir upright, legs still spread, and entered him again. His erection was back in full force but he had no intention of doing all the work this time “If you want to come, pet, fuck yourself on my cock. You may come when I release the bindings and I will even take pity and give you your voice back. But if I hear one more lie from those sinfully delicious lips of yours, I will make you come just as you are now.”

Faramir was shocked as he was pulled upright and Rahl entered him yet again, already hard. A part of him wondered if Rahl used magic to achieve that or if he had recovered that quickly because of desire for him? Faramir wanted to speak, wanted to urge his master on, to say the things that seemed to make the man happy but couldn’t. His request surprised Faramir. He hadn’t expected Rahl to even come close to allowing him pleasure this time. He didn’t hesitate on the offer though should the man change his mind. His fingertips just could touch the back of the chair as he stood and pushed back to grind against Rahl’s body, forcing him deeper as he used every trick he knew to fuck himself on the hard shaft impaling him, including his inner muscles contracting and milking the shaft inside him.

Moaning when Faramir began to move around him, Rahl let his head fall back and his eyes close. Rather than wave his hand, or even a finger, as he normally did to cast a spell, he reached around and let his fingertips trail over Faramir’s lips, giving him the power to speak once more. If his fingers lingered a little longer than they had to, he didn’t analyze the reason behind it and simply concentrated on letting Faramir get him off again. He had to admit, Faramir was a good actor, acting as if he needed Rahl as a dying man would need water. It wasn’t in his nature to stay passive, however, and before long, he was rocking his hips, pushing deep inside Faramir hard enough to bruise his inner muscles when his thrusts and Faramir’s body contracted in counterpoint to one another. He threw another lust spell in for good measure and crooked one leg up to rest on an ottoman he willed across the room so he could thrust in even deeper. “Just tell me you want to come,” he panted. “Don’t bother with the half-truths and the promises you have no intention of keeping.”

Faramir shivered when he heard and felt Rahl’s moan against his back as he rocked against him, moving to pleasure Rahl and himself. When those long fingers passed over Faramir’s lips and the magical gag was removed, the sounds that Faramir had been making all along but only without true sound were released. He was moaning and whispering “yes, my lord, oh gods, yes… there”. He couldn’t seem to stop the stream of words and cried out loudly when Rahl too began to move, thrusting hard and deep, slamming into his sweet spot and making stars form behind Faramir’s eyelids. When Rahl cast another spell on him, Faramir felt it wash over his body, making him shudder and then cried out as suddenly his lover was even deeper than before, having shifted his stance. Faramir could hardly breathe and almost screamed when Rahl spoke. “Now, please, now!”

Rahl had been waiting for those very words. Still, he hesitated for a half dozen heartbeats just to prove to Faramir who was in charge, then, released the tightly wound twine all at once. An especially hard thrust that slammed right into Faramir’s prostate was timed perfectly to hit the very instant the twine was released and as his slave’s body began to contract, Rahl spilled yet again, crying out loudly in the thankfully soundproof confines of his library.

Faramir was grinding hard back against Rahl in those few seconds before the wizard released the bindings. He cried out, arching his back as a deep thrust hit that perfect spot inside him, making sensation explode throughout his lower body. He came so hard he almost fainted from the force of it, his vision dimming and his body falling back heavily against Rahl’s even as his lover spilled inside him and his muscles contracted over and over again. He was panting and trying to catch his breath, still ashamed of himself for being aroused earlier when Rahl had almost choked Krenn to death and for being excited even when he was insulted. He knew some of it was Rahl’s magic but much of it was himself, even when the man had cast no spells at all… Faramir wanted him desperately.

Automatically catching Faramir as he fell back, Rahl supported him without consciously thinking about it. His head moved forward and he licked along the side of Faramir’s neck, shivering in pleasure at the spicy tang of sweat and pleasure and something else he couldn’t quite name as it exploded against his tongue. Never a compassionate man by any stretch of the word, he nevertheless knew he’d put Faramir through enough to exhaust him. He’d made his point, he hoped, and there would be no more lies. Faramir looked and sounded so exhausted, however, he suddenly, perversely, felt the need to make sure he was all right. It was just as easy, since Faramir was already in his arms, to lift him than to cast a spell, so he simply moved to the side a bit and did just that, carrying his lover over to the couch and laying him down almost gently.

Faramir shivered when a slick tongue moved against the sensitive skin of his neck and moaned softly. Rahl knew that he enjoyed that and was surprised yet again by that kindness… if he was surprised by that he was utterly and completely shocked when he was lifted effortlessly into Rahl’s arms, despite being a few inches taller. His own arms wrapped around his lover’s neck and found himself staring disbelievingly up at the dark haired man as he was laid down on the couch. His fingertips grazed Rahl’s cheek as he lowered his arms again and he looked at the man strangely. You are a conundrum. You utterly confuse me, make me want you… and change your mind so quickly about everything… I suppose you are certainly never boring. He smiled slightly at the thought as he closed his eyes for a moment, just meaning to catch his breath.

Rahl looked down at Faramir, completely unaware that he too was smiling. He meant to just leave him there, but he had bound his genitals tightly, and if they were damaged, he might not be as extraordinary in bed as he had been thus far. A few murmured words cleaned them both up, and his gaze lingered on Faramir’s handsome features for a moment, glad that his eyes were closed. When he finally managed to look away, he carefully cupped Faramir’s testicles in his hand and run his thumb lightly over the skin that was still indented with the pattern of the twine. “Well, it certainly seems everything is in working order,” he said lightly. “And I do hope – “ a light squeeze on Faramir’s scrotum for emphasis – “you learned something.”

Faramir’s eyes snapped open when Rahl’s hand cupped his still sore and tender organ. He looked up at Rahl nervously wincing as he squeezed the tender flesh. “Yes, my lord,” Faramir answered automatically. He’d learned the opposite of the lesson though… to not tell the truth in future.

“Very good.” Rahl stood, still wearing his robes and willed a blanket to move across the room and lay lightly over Faramir. The book he’d been reading came next, and Rahl took it in hand and laid it lightly over his slave’s stomach. “Now, rest until our lunch arrives.” He started to stand, but hesitated and let his fingertips run lightly over Faramir’s temples, brushing back damp tendrils of his hair. “And Faramir… never interfere when I am punishing someone. I can be kind, as I am being now, but if you dare try and make me loose face in front of my men ever again, no matter what your reason… you will beg me for death to end your suffering. And I would have no qualms about granting your wish. Now. Do we have an understanding?”

Surprise was evident on his face when Rahl covered him and gave him his book and then touched him so tenderly. Faramir automatically leaned into the touch but his eyes didn’t close as they might have when Rahl spoke. He swallowed and nodded. “Yes, we do, my lord. It was never my intent to make you lose face… I did not… even consider that,” he said softly. It was the same thing he might have been punished for by his father in fact and it stung a bit.

One corner of Rahl’s mouth twitched up in a smile and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Faramir’s. What was meant to be a chaste, almost forgiving kiss, quickly deepened and by the time he pulled away, he was breathless and flushed. “I will forgive you this time, but you should count your blessings I’m in a good mood… and that your idea for the ambush on the Seeker was a sound one. If you learn your place, I might consider letting you advise some of my captains one day, since you obviously are skilled in more areas than the bedroom.” With a soft laugh and a final card of his fingers through Faramir’s hair, Rahl stood up and crossed the room, sitting back behind his desk as if he’d never been interrupted at all.

The smile Rahl gave him almost made Faramir’s toes curl. Gods, the man was devastatingly handsome… and clearly had no idea. Before he could even blink, warm lips were caressing his own, softly at first but then the kiss deepened to passionate in an instant and he too was breathless when Rahl drew away again. “Thank you, my lord,” he whispered and sighed softly as he relaxed back into the couch. How Rahl could walk after two orgasms that powerful, Faramir had no idea, but he was grateful to just lie there and rest. He made an attempt to pick up his reading again but soon had fallen asleep with the book open on his chest.

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