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Love is... (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 9

Faramir had woken when lunch arrived and he and Rahl shared their meal in relative silence. The dark haired wizard seemed to be lost in thought about something and so Faramir had settled into reading again. He read all afternoon, learning more about D’Hara and tried not to think about what had happened earlier in the day.

In late afternoon, Rahl stood from his desk and told Faramir they were returning to his room. Faramir followed, perhaps even a little more sedate than usual, unsure if Rahl really had gotten over his anger at him earlier. The man’s moods changed so swiftly that it was hard for Faramir to keep up sometimes. Just when he thought he had the man somewhat figured out or thought he’d found a way for them to get along well… he would do or say the wrong thing and anger Rahl.

Rahl was unusually relaxed when they reached his rooms. He had confidence in Faramir’s plan to capture the seeker, and he’d more or less forgiven his earlier indiscretion. Their earlier activities had helped him work up an appetite and he was looking forward to getting back to his rooms and, surprisingly, spending some time with Faramir. He’d never looked to his slaves for anything more than sex; indeed, he’d rarely even notice them when he wasn’t taking his pleasure from them. With Faramir, however, he could talk, in addition to the other things they could do – a novelty indeed, and one that he enjoyed tremendously. As soon as they entered his rooms, he locked the door behind them, seeing their dinner sitting in the middle of the room just as expected. “I wonder if Krenn and his men have left yet? They usually spend entirely too long saying their goodbyes to their family for my tastes, but they know how important this is…”

Faramir looked over his shoulder at Rahl then turned to look at him. “Would your guard have heard any information? If it were me, of course, I would only take long enough to get fresh horses, assemble my men and sergeants, explain the plan to them and head out as soon as everything was organized,” Faramir said confidently. “I am sure that… he also knows the urgency of the matter. If the enemy should move, the plan will be wasted and another opportunity may not arise like this.”

Moving closer, Rahl circled Faramir again, much as he had earlier that day, but this time there was no anger in his eyes. He rested one hand on Faramir’s lower back and nuzzled against his neck. “I think you will accompany me to my study every day,” he said softly. “It seems I might be able to use your mind as well as your body. That is most… unexpected.”

Faramir was a little nervous when Rahl began to circle him like he had in the study. He rapidly tried to think back over what he said to make sure nothing could have upset him, though he didn’t look upset… that didn’t mean much with Rahl he’d found. He gasped though when soft lips nuzzled against his neck and warm breath ghosted over his skin. “Thank you, my lord, that is very generous of you,” he whispered.

Rahl’s movements were slow and deliberate. He moved his head so that his lips and nose barely nudged Faramir’s cheek and neck, taking pleasure in the barely-there touches. Faramir’s scent wafted over him, and he sighed appreciatively. “Yes, I can be very generous when I wish to be,” he murmured. “You displeased me earlier when you interfered, but you suffered your lesson well, and your ability to see what Krenn could not, makes me think you have more uses than meets the eye.” He smiled, scraped his teeth over Faramir’s jaw, and then pulled him closer. “It must be quite the loss for your world to have lost you.”

Faramir moaned softly as Rahl spoke and kept touching him with those soft fleeting touches. It was already starting to arouse him and he swallowed hard, having to clench his fists at his sides to keep from touching Rahl in return. “I…” he paused and licked his now dry lips. “I am doubtful that my father truly misses me, but my brother does, I am sure of that at least.”

Rahl avoided looking into Faramir’s eyes; his own gaze was half obscured by heavy lids and he felt nearly drunk with desire, much like Faramir must feel under the spell, he thought. He twirled one finger, and Faramir’s robe slowly began to unfasten, then slide off his shoulders. Watching as his slave’s body was slowly exposed, he pulled the other man in for a deep kiss. He’d made Faramir suffer earlier and enjoyed it immensely (and so, he remembered with a smile, had Faramir) but at the moment he was simply too distracted to cast binding spells or his other favorites, like clamps or paddles or spreader bars. “I never thought I would say this, but I am quite tired of causing you pain today, Faramir.”

Shivering a little as his robe slowly dropped to the floor, Faramir moaned into the deep kiss that Rahl pulled him into. Gods, no matter how much the man hurt him or made him beg, even shamefully, his kisses made Faramir’s knees weak. He wanted to touch him so badly but the last time he asked Rahl had grown angry with him. When he pulled away and spoke again, Faramir thought he might just chance it. “That is good, though I think you know I do not entirely mind pain… this is rather nice as well,” he said softly, knowing that Rahl could feel his arousal against him. “May I make a request, but… I truly hope it doesn’t anger you because I am enjoying this… but… I… I am afraid to touch you though I want to. Not… not anything to make you uncomfortable I just… would like to put my arms around you too when we kiss.”

Long fingers trailed over Faramir’s neck on the opposite side from where his lips were teasing. He paused, one hand frozen where it still rested on Faramir’s back, the other falling to his shoulder. There was no reason he should still be surprised at how well his spells worked on the man, but it still was a bit disconcerting each time it happened. He sighed, resting his forehead against Faramir’s temple, and closed his eyes. “Faramir. You… this is the second time you’ve asked me that. I am, quite frankly, tired of saying no, so…” Swallowing a lump in his throat he tilted his head just a bit more and bit lightly at his lover’s neck “It will earn you no special favors, but if you will stop asking, you may put your arms around me. But… nothing else, and only over my robes, never beneath them.”

“Thank you,” Faramir said almost happily. “It feels strange, not at least being able to hold onto you. I promise to only touch you over you robes,” he whispered. Slowly, he raised his arms and let his hands move up over Rahl’s arms and then across the rich fabric over his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around him, his hands caressing through the thick material. “You liked it when I rubbed your shoulders before… this isn’t so different,” Faramir whispered, close to Rahl’s lips, almost willing the man to kiss him again.

Holding his breath as the unfamiliar, unasked for embrace settled around him, Rahl stood as stiff as a board, half expecting Faramir to try and throw him to the ground or some other such ridiculous nonsense. Even with his spells, he’d never forced anyone to do much more than submit to his whims – never to hold him, and he wasn’t at all comfortable with the idea. Still, the warmth and gentleness of Faramir’s arms as they settled around him made him shiver and, when he realized Faramir wasn’t going to try anything, he nearly moaned with pleasure. His hand slipped back around Faramir’s neck and he renewed their kiss, pulling the other man flush against him, his arousal digging obscenely into Faramir’s upper thigh.

Faramir could feel how tense Rahl was at first but he had that same reaction when he’d first rubbed his shoulders. When he relaxed and then caught his lips a searing but languid kiss Faramir didn’t hold back his moan. He rocked a little against Rahl, offering him pressure and friction against his hard shaft just as his own couldn’t help but rub against his lover. It was sensual and incredibly arousing and Faramir didn’t want it to stop. He didn’t want this to turn harried and just a means for release… he wanted for Rahl to find that he only wanted him, not any of the other pleasure slaves. Just him. It was an unsettling thought… especially after the way he was treated this morning but he couldn’t help what he wanted.

Faramir’s moan made Rahl’s arousal even thicker and heavier between them. When his robe brushed up against the tip, it left a wet spot behind, clear proof of just how deeply Faramir affected him. He sighed into the kiss, then pulled away, eyes dark, face flushed and breath hitching in his chest. “Faramir…” He licked his lips, then turned toward the bed, getting ready to order Faramir to go before him. He was too aroused to think, let alone cast a spell, however, so he simply took Faramir’s hand and led him across the room, where he gently eased him down in a manner he’d never even thought of using with anyone else. Without a word, he lay down on top of Faramir and renewed their kiss, nothing but his robes between them.

The kiss was making Faramir almost dizzy with need and when Rahl pulled away, he looked so absolutely stunning that Faramir had a hard time not grabbing the man and hauling him back into another kiss. Thankfully, reason overrode that desire and he felt a small smile tug at his lips as Rahl took his hand and led him to the bed. No magic this time… was rather refreshing, Faramir thought as he was gently lowered to the bed and he was covered by his lover. He wished that Rahl would remove his robe, but he knew that wasn’t a request he could make yet. Rahl never let him see his body, his arms, chest and back at times and, of course his gorgeous length when Faramir had pleasured him with is mouth, but that was all. Faramir’s hands moved over Rahl’s back, caressing through the fabric, as his legs parted wider for his lover and he arched his back as they kissed.

It was strange, holding and touching Faramir in such a manner, with no magic to bind his hands or silence him, at least not yet. These gentle touches and soft caresses were completely foreign to him, but for some reason, after everything that had happened that day, from Faramir’s suggestion about the ambush to his interference and subsequent punishment regarding Krenn’s ‘lesson’; the shared interests in books and maps and strategies and finally, his request to touch Rahl, it seemed right. As cruel as he could be, Rahl didn’t like to damage his slaves beyond repair and he knew the afternoon hadn’t been exactly easy for Faramir, whom, he had to admit, had suffered enough for the day. The pace was much slower than he’d ever experienced, and he found, to his surprise, he liked it. “So,” he whispered against soft lips, running his hand up from Faramir’s hip to his ribs, “you like a little pain from your lovers. Do you also enjoy a soft touch from your master as well?”

This was absolute heaven and hell all rolled in one. Heaven because Faramir thought the way Rahl was touching and kissing him was the best feeling he’d ever experienced in his life. Hell, because he couldn’t touch his skin, couldn’t really touch him back in all the ways he would a real lover. When Rahl drew away again for them both to catch their breath and to speak, Faramir bit his bottom lip and then grinned impishly. “I do,” Faramir said softly. “It is almost a form of torture in itself, making me want and crave even more.” He was completely honest as he spoke and smiled as he looked up into lust-darkened eyes. Rahl’s eyes were gorgeous and he wanted to tell him but Faramir feared it would break the moment. Rahl might believe was simply saying it because it would be expected. Instead he said, “Gods, you feel so good against me.”

Rahl returned Faramir’s smile before he even realized it, though he was frustrated that Faramir still felt the need to lie to him. He wasn’t ready to get into that argument again, however, just in case it truly was his spell being more powerful than normal as it had been with his handsome Ranger from the beginning. He lifted his robes until their lower bodies came into contact and shifted his hips, rubbing their arousals together. “I have perfected my spells over the years,” he admitted. “But, this, I have to say, is unusual for me – these slow kisses and allowing your hands to be free. I’m glad you aren’t fighting the spell.”

Glad to see Rahl smiling, because it was truly a beautiful sight, Faramir felt warmth flood through him. That warmth turned even hotter when Rahl shifted and moved so that his skin was pressed against his own heated skin. “Oh Gods,” he murmured as he shifted his hips just a little. He shook his head at Rahl’s words. “What would be the point of fighting magic? Besides… I got little opportunity to have this much sex in my own world, constantly in the woods, constantly in one battle or another or holed up in horrible dark caves… I can tell you honestly your bed is more comfortable than a cave floor… so why fight it?”

Rahl had to laugh at Faramir’s flippancy. “You truly have no idea who – or what – I am, do you?” he asked, dipping his head and tracing his lips over Faramir’s collarbone. “My bed is considered a punishment for anyone who has ever been in it before, and certainly, any of them would take a cold, dark cave over it any day, even with the benefit of my spells.” As he spoke he shifted between Faramir’s legs and reached down between them, rubbing the swollen head of his cock over his lover’s entrance. A few murmured words and he had slicked himself, hands holding on to his lover’s hips, lips and mouth still worrying his neck. “Are you still open from earlier?” he whispered, working his way up and capturing Faramir’s earlobe between his teeth.

Faramir grinned at Rahl’s laughter. It was true, he wasn’t of this world so he really had no idea he should truly fear or despise the man. “I do not really know anything about you, my lord… only what you have shown me thus far,” Faramir admitted. He gasped when Rahl moved his mouth over a particularly sensitive spot on his neck and tipped his head back further. Feeling the hard, slick cock push against him, Faramir nodded. “I am, my lord,” he whispered softly, shivering as sharp teeth worried his earlobe.

Rahl decided that if this was the reaction he could get from Faramir if Faramir didn’t know the ‘real’ him, he would do whatever he could to keep things just the way they were. It was odd, worrying about Faramir’s comfort, but this time, rather than forcing himself in, he instead rocked his hips slowly forward, letting just the tip of his arousal sink past tight muscles. He moaned and his mouth fastened again on Faramir’s neck, sucking hard as he sank deeper, stopping only when he was buried to the hilt and his balls rested against the curve of Faramir’s backside. Slow, easy sex wasn’t usually his preference, but at that moment, it felt too good to stop.

Faramir had been accustomed to fast and rough couplings with Rahl the last few days but now, it was unusually gentle and so very arousing. He moved slowly, entering Faramir as if they were truly lovers and Faramir sighed softly as he felt himself stretched and open around his lover. Rocking his hips when Rahl stopped, surprised that the man actually had stopped. He was still a bit sore from his earlier punishment so this was absolute heaven, especially with Rahl sucking at the sensitive flesh of his neck. “Oh Gods,” he murmured, his fingertips digging into the soft fabric under them. “Feels so good…”

Releasing the reddened skin between his lips only to move to another sensitive spot on Faramir’s neck just a bit lower, Rahl sighed, hefting his robes up just a bit higher between them so their lower stomachs touched, but careful to stay too close for the other man to see his scars. As always, it felt magical, being buried inside his slave, but it had nothing to do with the type of magic he was used to, at least not on his end. The novelty would wear off soon, he was sure, as it did with all his slaves, or perhaps his spells would stop being as effective on Faramir, but for now, he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. “You do taste incredible,” he murmured, rolling his hips back until he was almost free of his lover’s body, and then pushing back in again in one slow and steady thrust.

Moaning softly, Faramir arched his neck so his lover had better access. He was slightly surprised when Rahl lifted his robe even higher and wanted desperately to let his hands travel down to squeeze his rear but had promised to only touch on top of his robes. So his hands traveled down as far as they could and back up again, rubbing and kneading the strong muscles as he rocked his hips to meet each slow thrust. He smiled when Rahl said he tasted incredible and wanted to pull the man into another kiss but was uncertain if he should. Finally, he could stand it no more and whimpered. “Please… kiss me,” he whispered breathlessly.

More than happy to grant Faramir’s wish, Rahl mouthed his way over the curve of his jaw line and up to his lips. Without hesitation, he licked past his slave’s lips and delved deep into his mouth, stealing Faramir’s breath and sucking hard on his tongue. They had all evening, so he saw no reason to hurry, and his every movement reiterated that fact. Moaning every time the thick ridge at the head of his cock pushed past Faramir’s outer muscles, he set up a pace slower than any he’d ever managed before. “Gods, I’m glad I saw you in that palantir,” he whispered, letting Faramir take a breath before renewing their kiss.

When Rahl’s lips left his neck and continued to kiss their way to his mouth, Faramir was almost stunned. The man had not treated him with this much tenderness since he’d met him… but he found he enjoyed it. He did like fast and rough sex for the most part and enjoyed pain and pleasure combined but this was… something all together different. It was a slow, building torture in itself, keeping him just at the edge of a growing need. His mouth eagerly met, Rahl’s, giving up all of himself it seemed as the man kissed him breathless again. The moan against his lips seemed to make Faramir’s cock twitch between them and he smiled when Rahl drew away. He wanted to say he agreed and in most ways he did, though he did miss his home and his brother. He didn’t have to say anything at all though because soon Rahl’s lips were crushing down on his again, making him moan and roll his hips with his lover.

Long arms wrapped around Faramir, lifting his back up off the bed while still thrusting hips drove his lower body back down. Each thrust was angled just a bit differently from the last, some brushing over Faramir’s sweet spot, some hitting it squarely, and some simply avoiding it completely just to keep the willing body beneath him pliant and open. After a few dozen thrusts, however, he felt himself loosing control and began moving faster. He started to give Faramir permission to touch himself, but realized that would put his hand in contact with the worst of the scars – a mood killer if there ever was one, in Rahl’s opinion. He could just come, then allow Faramir to finish himself off after he’d pulled away, and indeed, that was what he was planning to do… right up until the moment he found his own hand snaking between them. His knuckles brushed over the hated scar and he closed is eyes in disgust at himself for just a moment, but was soon caught up in the rhythmical thrusting once again, his hand wrapping around and stroking Faramir’s rigid flesh as it lay weeping between them.

As strong arms lifted his upper body, Faramir’s arms wrapped tighter around his lover, clinging to him as he was taken higher and higher with each thrust. Rahl kept him just on the edge of oblivion. He moaned and arched against his lover and then his eyes snapped open widely in surprise when he felt Rahl’s hand slip between them and wrap around his weeping cock. He’d never done that before and Faramir found himself completely confused. His body arched, thrusting up to meet his lover and into the strong hand wrapped around him. “Yes, yes… oh Gods, feels… Gods you feel so good inside me, just like that,” Faramir chanted the words, hardly even realizing what he was saying exactly.

Rahl lost all sense of time and place, even forgot for the moment that he was having sex with a mere slave who was so easily bewitched it was nearly laughable, and, thankfully, chose to ignore the fact that he, a wizard of the highest order and the most powerful emperor of his time, was actually giving pleasure instead of just taking it. Cursing softly under his breath at his near lack of control, he gave an especially deep thrust, twisted his hips, and came hard. His cock pulsed and his body froze, all except his hand around Faramir’s cock, which kept pulling on the now slick flesh, nestled against his palm. “Come,” he whispered. “Come now.”

Faramir too was lost and somewhat confused by Rahl being so gentle with him. He cried out when his lover thrust deep into him and met the thrust, grinding his hips against his lover and convulsing his muscles knowing Rahl was close. Within moments, he felt the hot spill inside him and gasped, as the wizard spoke his last words. Faramir arched his back and came hard, his fingernails digging deeply into the fabric covering Rahl’s back as he spilled between them. His entire body was stiff for a moment in his lover’s embrace as his release was milked from him by a strong yet oddly gentle hand.

As soon as the last of his orgasm was wrung from him, Rahl felt his hand covered with Faramir’s release. Out of pure instinct, he kept moving his hand until his slave too was completely spent. The surprise of his own actions finally registered on his face as he stared down at the dilated blue eyes and flushed face beneath him. “I…” Stumbling for words, he quickly leaned back, but grabbed the root of his softening sex and gently pulled out before he collapsed on the bed beside his lover. “I should clean us up and we should eat,” he finally managed, feeling oddly vulnerable for some reason. He mumbled the cleaning spell and wrapped his robe back around him, but didn’t break their gaze. “It’s… getting late.”

Faramir felt as if his very bones had dissolved and was completely limp in Rahl’s arms for a few moments. When Rahl pulled away, even gently then, Faramir swallowed hard and simply lay on the bed for a moment, throwing his arm over his eyes to try and catch his breath and think for a moment. He couldn’t understand what had brought all this on but… he certainly wasn’t going to complain or… ask Rahl and ruin the mood. He nodded and dropped his arm to his side, even as he was still trying to catch his breath. His stomach was even still fluttering from his orgasm and even managed to smile after the somewhat rough cleaning spell washed over him. “Yes, my lord,” Faramir said sitting up. He wasn’t terribly sore and was grateful for it as he scooted to the edge of the bed and picked up his robe. He donned it quickly and went to the table to pour wine for them both. “Everything looks delicious and I certainly have an appetite now,” Faramir said with a grin, hoping to erase the odd look on Rahl’s face.

Rahl’s fingers were once again running over his lips and he was almost startled when Faramir spoke of having worked up an appetite. He had no idea exactly what had just happened, and while he’d enjoyed it, he wasn’t sure he felt comfortable with it happening again. He felt it made him seem weak and vulnerable, traits he never wanted to be associated with under any circumstance.

“Yes, I am quite hungry myself,” he said vaguely, hoping Faramir wouldn’t comment on the incredibly intimate encounter, but too confused at the moment to even punish him if he did.

Faramir watched as his lover ran his fingers over his lips and smiled a little. He turned and began filling their glasses and waited for Rahl before he took his seat. He offered bread to his master and waited for a moment more to speak. “That book I was reading today… it was about your world, histories I suppose, with maps and descriptions of things I’ve never even heard of in my world, yet some things that are very similar. It seems as if your entire world is steeped in magic of some kind,” Faramir said conversationally. “Wizards in this world… they are just… born with an innate talent? Like the Istari of my world… men and women with a special gift?” Faramir asked curiously.

Faramir was full of surprises, not only reading about this new world he’d been drawn into, but wanting to discuss it as well, and of all people, with Rahl. He wasn’t normally one to share his secrets, but Faramir was harmless, it seemed, and certainly had made no effort – so far anyway – to harm him. There was no harm he could see in talking somewhat freely, at least for now. He could always wipe the man’s memories at a later time if needed. “Something like that,” he said, chewing his bread thoughtfully. “My father,” – he frowned at the memory of the man – “was a powerful wizard in his own right, but he never made the effort to learn more. I create my own potions and spells and use my magic often so I’m always ready. I’ve grown to be twice the wizard my father was.”

“So like any skill, it is honed by use and training?” Faramir stated, not really a question. “I find it fascinating.” He took a bite of food which was perfectly seasoned and surprisingly still warm… they had taken a while in bed earlier so he’d expected their meal to be long cold by now. Another gift of magic perhaps? Faramir wondered. “My tutor, Gandalf, always said I was too curious for my own good but I would love to learn more about your world, especially since I now live in it,” he was completely honest but a part of him that missed Boromir pined to see his brother again. He even wondered for a moment what his father and brother thought had happened to him. He had disappeared without a trace, even his bedding had come with him that night.

“You are a very… unusual man, Faramir.” Rahl’s fingernails scraped over his chin and jaw a few times before he reached for more food. “You are exceedingly curious, but I can see no malicious reason behind it, so I have no objections to your reading about this world whenever I am otherwise occupied.” He tore off a piece of meat and toyed with it for a moment, his eyes never leaving his new slave. “Perhaps one day, I will take you up to the main tower. You can see for many leagues in every direction and you might get a better sense of where you are.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you, my lord,” Faramir said smiling as he reached for his wine glass. “I… admit I am curious about why the seeker has to kill you… and even why he’d want to. It is one thing to be someone’s enemy but from what I read… it is prophecy and who can really believe they have to fulfill some destiny like that? It seems like a good excuse to keep a war alive,” Faramir explained.

“The seeker is a fool – a young boy led on a ridiculous quest by a bitter, ridiculous old wizard who wishes he had killed me the same day he killed my father,” Rahl said softly, his gaze drifting toward the window and his expression cold. “I want only peace for my people, yet this child has been led to believe I am evil and crave nothing but power. It is almost a shame he will have to die. They say he can fight quite well. He would have made a good addition to my armies.”

“Is there no diplomatic way for you to negotiate with him?” Faramir asked, and then grinned ruefully. “It would be challenge to accomplish but… do you even think it would be possible?” Faramir realized suddenly that he asked not just because he preferred peace to war but also because he had grown somehow fond of the dark wizard.

Rahl drank from his cup and turned his attention back to Faramir. “No. As long as the seeker lives, I will have no peace.” He stood, walked behind Faramir and cast a simple spell before touching him, knowing he would be angry if the man flinched. He hadn’t done so yet, that was true enough, but that was only because he’d been bewitched practically since he’d been brought here. “You should not get any ideas,” he warned. “Should you decide to help the seeker in any way, you will pay dearly for it, and even if I die, you will not automatically be sent back to your world. Where you end up after I tire of you is completely up to me. You would do well to remember that.”

Faramir turned to look up at Rahl and shook his head. “That is not why I asked. I don’t know this seeker and I can’t say if he is a good man or bad. Everyone is capable of both and no man is above being corrupted for one reason or another,” Faramir said softly, even as he felt the spell wash over him. “I wish you could understand that I have no reason to cause you harm,” Faramir said softly, looking up directly into Rahl’s eyes. “Yes, you brought me here against my will but I have not turned away from you, not even when the spells wear off at night in my sleep,” Faramir finally said, wanting to let Rahl see that he had not tried to escape or run from him.

Narrowing his eyes, Rahl twisted a lock of Faramir’s hair around his fingers. “Only because you know there is so much magic you would never escape,” he shrugged. “Besides, I wonder if my spells on you even wear off. You seem more susceptible to them than most, as I’ve already mentioned. You have most likely been somewhat bewitched since the moment you got here.”

“Maybe because I do not fight them?” Faramir asked. “I have already said that I see no reason to fight against magic because I know I cannot overcome it… so why waste the energy? Besides… most everything you have done to me I’ve found very pleasurable… perhaps it lowers my natural shame and shyness… because I have never done these things with a partner in my world but, it was never from lack of want just fear I would be taken wrong,” Faramir explained.

“I must admit that your pleasure brings me to new heights,” Rahl said softly. Suddenly, he bent over, grabbed the back of Faramir’s neck and leaned him sideways on the chair, looming over him like the predator many accused him of being. He was strong, and held Faramir easily with one arm, their mouths nearly touching, and Rahl’s eyes dark with desire. “You continue acting out your part,” he whispered, running his tongue over Faramir’s bottom lip, “and I will let you have all the pleasure you desire. So far you have willingly taken what I have offered, but I assure you it will not always be so pleasant. You will be rewarded, however, for your willingness to please me, spell or no spell. Rewarded handsomely.”

Faramir gasped when suddenly he was leaned over the edge of the chair and he would have fallen out of it, if it hadn’t been for Rahl’s strong arm supporting him. He shivered when Rahl licked his lips and looked into those incredibly blue eyes before him. “I will be more than happy to continue as things have been and have no qualms about trying anything else. You have not hurt me irreversibly so far… so… I believe I trust in you not to hurt me so much it cannot be repaired even without magic,” Faramir said softly. “Unless I displease you of course, but I am trying very hard not to do that, even though I slip as I did today. My reward today was the fact that though the punishment was painful… you allowed me rest and comfort afterwards. I will not forget that, my lord… my master.”

A strange light shone in Rahl’s eyes at Faramir’s words and he felt a small twinge in his chest. “You trust me?” he whispered, pulling back just enough to search Faramir’s eyes. He carefully lifted the man back up in his chair and released him before Faramir could answer. “I… yes.” The trust issue wasn’t something he wanted to get into just then, but he filed it away in the back of his mind for later, when Faramir’s trust would really be tested. “I have never thought much of my partner’s comfort,” he confessed. “But honestly, I cannot magically heal you every time you are injured and I have no wish to further your punishment when you cooperate, so… I will see what I can do about making sure you are comfortable afterward. I am sure you might wish for someone… with a more gentle
touch than mine, but since no one else is allowed to touch you, you will have to settle for whatever I can mange.”

Seeing that his statement of trust threw Rahl, Faramir decided not to press the issue. “Your touch hasn’t been an issue, my lord, as you know I do like things a bit rough sometimes… though earlier… you were anything but rough. It… was a delightful treat but I do not expect that all the time and won’t, I promise you. I’ll view that sort of gentleness as the gift that it is,” Faramir admitted.

Rahl sat back down on his chair and scooted it closer to Faramir until they were eye level. The room was silent for long moments as he searched for any untruth or mockery in the other man’s words. When he saw none, the trailed his fingertips over Faramir’s jaw and offered him a tight smile. “You see that as a gift,” he repeated. It wasn’t a question, just a fact. “I have never… I mean, there has never been the need nor the desire on my part for what we did earlier, but…” His face flushed and he pulled away abruptly, focusing all his attention back on the meal before him. “We will see, Faramir. If you continue to behave, you might receive such a gift again one day.”

Faramir found himself smiling slightly as Rahl sat looking at him and he leaned into the touch. “If that is the reward, then I will strive to behave, my lord,” he whispered.

Biting back a smile as Faramir’s words and the images that came to mind with them, Rahl stayed determinedly focused on his food and simply nodded; pleased in ways even he couldn’t understand. He was a powerful wizard; a ruler of countless armies and the protector of his people… but how this one handsome, intelligent and bold young man from a whole other world affected him and drove him to distraction was beyond logic. It was a good thing, he decided, that he had plenty of time to figure it out.

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