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Loving Brothers (NC-17)

Written by Quende Lasse

22 February 2009 | 3740 words

Title: Loving Brothers
Author: Quende Lasse
Beta: me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s World
Warnings: BDSM, D/s, incest, kink/fetish
Request: Prompt #2: Faramir/Boromir or Faramir/Aragon Sex (hot and graphic)Hurt/comfort; Boromir (or Aragorn if must be) very distrought and insecur because of …(your choice), Faramir offers strenght and comfort even with his body (virginity would be fine); include a little angst, kink, glove fetish and I’ll thank you on my knees
Summary: Faramir is hurt, again, by their father and Boromir defends him, being hurt in turn. But the brothers come together again and Boromir shows Faramir what a brother’s love is all about. A Candy Heart for Phytha.

A/N: This story, although written new for the Slashy Santa Valentine’s exchange, is part of the same universe as “New Friends… and Always Love” “Mira Losse Cu” and “Glorfindel and Erestor: A Love Story’s Dawning” The first was also written for the Slashy Santa Valentine’s fic exchange, and the other two were part of Slashy Santa’s Christmas gift exchange. All are of the same nameless for now arc, though all are complete on their own. Hee…I’m slowly but surely expanding that universe, and what better way than through Slashy Santa’s fic exchanges. :)

A/N 2: This fictional story is unbeta’d since it’s too graphic in its themes and nature for my beta, so I hope that everyone will forgive my mistakes. *hugs*

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Boromir and Faramir had been out since early morning. There was no work to be done that day since it was Boromir’s birthing-day. He was turning twenty-four at thirty-five minutes past the sixth hour that evening. The whole of Gondor was abuzz with preparations as it was declared a day of feasting in honor of Denethor II ‘s firstborn and only worthy son. Congratulations had rang out to them at each level, but it was with Boromir that the citizens of Gondor related with.

The younger son was nothing but a token, a spare. No one really knew Faramir since when he wasn’t practicing with his bow and arrows he was nowhere to be seen. Folks looked down on him because as an archer it was a most pathetic way for a warrior of his linage, one of the Dunedain, to defend his people and the South-kingdom, namely Gondor, from the monstrous attacks of the dark forces. Nobody cared about the spare, in Denethor’s eyes he had but one son, and the people knew him as Boromir.

Boromir was beautiful in a manly warrior way, his practice with the sword and shield having honed his body into a slender weapon of sleek rippling muscles. His long hair was the color of the rising sun, a golden brown that blazed as he moved with the golden highlights that set the maidens wishing and wanting him to ravish them.

Faramir was also beautiful but under-appreciated by all, except his brother who loved him and cared for him. Faramir idolized his brother and he would do anything for him. Faramir was just as tall as his brother, though unlike Boromir, Faramir’s body was slim and his muscles, obviously present, were not bulking out like his brother’s, but rather they had a gentle softness, soft curves that danced below his freckle splattered flesh. Faramir had the built of an archer. Where Boromir’s hair was the sunrise, Faramir’s was the sunset, it blazed orange and gold framing his youthful face beautifully.

The two brothers where sparring in an empty stable, Boromir who knew the ways of loving both men and women, and Faramir who in his neglect and naivety was a virgin in all ways of love, with the exception of his great platonic love for his brother. Boromir would drive and parry at his brother, driving him back, only to feign at being overpowered and would in turn find himself defending his bit of ground from his brother.

That was how Denethor found them, sparring with their shirts off, sweating happily. “How dare you waste your brother’s time, Faramir,” Denethor said with hate in his eyes. “Boromir! Leave at once and ready yourself for your feast. Many are coming to see you and I will not have it said that my son was not at his best!”

“But father….” That was as far as he got when Denethor struck out at him, making his head whip back with the force of the smack that rocked his head and drew blood from his split lip. “Now look at what you have made me do.” He spat at Faramir. “Go, Boromir, and be quick!” Boromir ran out, instantly obeying the Steward. His eyes wet with frustration and fear as he hurried to do his father’s bidding.

“As for you.” Denethor looked at his son and Faramir quaked with fear sure that his father was going to kill him. “I don’t want…” he said picking up a horsewhip, “…you anywhere… near …the feast!” and he whipped Faramir everywhere, not caring of the lash marks that bled or the welts that formed, or his son’s pleas for mercy. “Stay away from Boromir and stay away from me!” He threw the horsewhip ruefully at his piteously sprawled and whimpering son before stomping out. His mind back on the pending feast and what still needed to be done.

Later that evening the feast was in full swing and still Faramir was not to be seen. Afraid that their father had done something awful to his brother, Boromir pretended to be overcome by drink and behaved in such an obscene manner that Denethor, disgusted, sent his firstborn to his rooms least he beat him sober in front of the guest. Boromir acted drunkenly afraid, and tripping over himself he ran away from the feast.

Once out he put himself to right having deceived his father once again. His face still hurt where Denethor had smacked him, and he told the invited guest that he had been hit by an orc in battle, but that said orc had lost his head for it. This was a lie that Denethor was content to perpetuate as it gave credence to the bruise and the split lip, and let his people know that his firstborn was protecting them.

Racing up the long narrow flights of stone steps, Boromir soon came to his brother’s room. It wasn’t much different from his own, with the exception that it was sparsely furnished, cold and dank, with a poor light source from a single candle. “Boromir, you must leave.” was whispered in a lost hurt voice from a dark corner. “If father finds you here he will beat you…” and kill me, though he didn’t say the words they nonetheless hung there in the barren cold space.

“Not without you, Faramir. If you love me and you wish to protect me from father’s wrath, then you will come with me.” Then pleadingly he whispered to where his brother was hidden. “I need you, Faramir, I always have. You give me strength, and I want us to always be together, you and me, us, one against him.” Faramir rose from where he was hidden and took his brother’s gloved hand, but it wasn’t till they were in Boromir’s warm and richly furnished rooms that Boromir saw the results of the whipping – and it turned him on so much making him instantly hard for his brother.

Boromir reached out to his brother’s welts. The blood had caked and dried, but even so, Boromir’s soft cream colored ceremonial gloves were covered in the red coloring of his brother’s blood as he touched and kissed every single lash mark. Occasionally, Faramir felt Boromir’s warm wet tongue soothe the worst of the lashes, and his heart was captured irrevocably by his brother. At that moment he would do anything for his beloved brother. “Come to bed with me, Faramir. I want to love you and I want you to love me. We belong together.”

Faramir at first did not understand what his brother meant, he just assumed that as brothers they would share a bed and comfort each other. But Boromir’s brotherly kisses turned into something more, and Faramir was soon hard and panting, wondering when it was that their clothes had been removed, when it was that he was stroking his brother’s manhood as his brother stroked his. Soon the petting progressed to more and Faramir was doing as Boromir told him to and put oil on two of his fingers. They trembled as they reached his brother’s rosy-brown entrance, he didn’t want to hurt Boromir for anything on Middle-Earth. “You’ll tell me if I’m hurting you, yes?”

“You won’t hurt me, beloved, you are going to be mine this night and every night till death parts us, and even then my soul will seek yours out. I love you, Faramir, I love you so much! Ah! That’s it,” Boromir cried softly least they be heard, and he spread his legs wider for his brother to see as his fingers enter him. “Kiss my cock, Faramir.” and Faramir did, it felt right to be with his brother. “Now lick it, no, don’t stop moving your fingers, add more oil and add another finger then lick my cock.”

Nodding nervously, Faramir again did what Boromir told him to do.

Faramir was untouched, no one had wanted him, and everyone was afraid of what Denethor would do to them if they were caught being kind to the younger sibling. “I’m afraid that I might hurt you, Boromir.”

“You won’t, I’ve done this to others before, but I will only have you do it to me. I want you to know how much I love you and how much I trust you. Now, do as I said and lick my cock, but push your fingers in and out as you do it.” Shivers of anticipation coursed through Boromir’s body at what his tender virginal brother was doing to him, with him. Boromir was a jealous lover. He would never share Faramir with anyone, ever. “Oh gods! Your tongue is so sweet, Faramir, you make me leak so much for you!” He was panting, and he felt a slight burn as his brother worked his opening but it was gone all too soon. “Pour more oil on your hand and your fingers and add your pinkie to the rest of your fingers.”

“No!” Faramir’s eyes opened wide at that and his hushed voice trembled again. “I cannot, Boromir, it will hurt you.”

“Yes you can!” Boromir’s voice held a trace of frustration and was even a little harsh, reminding Faramir of Denethor, making the younger brother wince in fear. “I’m sorry,” Boromir panted as he tried to get himself back together. He didn’t want Faramir to be afraid of him, just obedient to all of his commands, sexual or otherwise. “You can do this,” he said gently. “It won’t hurt if you suck on the head of my cock while you do it. Now, Faramir, if you love me you must obey me.”

“I do love you, Boromir.” Slowly Faramir tucked his oiled fingers together and entered them into his brother again, and as he did that he lowered his head, pausing to look at his brother’s huge cock. It was hard, inflexible, and the bulbous head was a dark purplish-red. From the slit a translucent milky substance leaked out, too thick to drip but too liquefied to stay put. Looking up at his brother through his long red lashes, Faramir saw the command in his brother’s eyes, but he also saw the lust and the want, and the love, and this made him happy and wanting to be loved like this.

His tongue gingerly came out and he licked his brother’s cream. He was filled with joy at his brother’s needy moan and that moan inspired him to please his brother. Faramir suckled the head of his brother’s cock, his warm moist lips working the fleshy head as he sucked all the cream from his brother and swallowed it. All the while he was working four fingers into Boromir, making his brother pant and sweat with want, and saying his name softly, chanting it lovingly, as he caressed the red locks, keeping his brother’s lovely mouth on his cock.

“Faramir! More… more oil… and add your thumb and fuck me with all of your fingers and your thumb.” Boromir saw a tear slide down his brother’s soft check and he captured it on the pad of his calloused finger and tasted it. “Obey me, beloved.” Boromir grabbed two pillows and shoved them beneath him, lifting up his pelvis, and he spread his legs as far as he could for his brother. “Look at your hand, Faramir. It is half way in. Please, do not stop now.” Boromir’s voice shook as he tried to hold himself at bay. “Put all of your hand inside me now and know that this special tenderness between us is just for you and me. No one, as I’ve said before, save you, will have me this way. Now, Faramir, do it now, and see it as you do it. In this way we will be one. But know that there is still more that I will teach you, and that I want from you.”

Faramir nodded his head and wondered at the more. More than this? This thing was already just too much, but his mind had been shattered by their father, and this was love, his special love with his brother, and no one else would have his brother like this. That empowered him and gave him comfort to know that his brother loved him and trusted him so much as to allow this special thing to happen.

He watched fascinated, as his oil slicked hand slowly pushed into Boromir’s opening, angsting, Faramir looked at Boromir’s pained expressions. He wanted to stop, but Boromir’s eyes held a certain hardness mingled with lust that forbade him to. Afraid, but not, since his emotions were a jumbled mess, Faramir turned his hand this way and that till with a squishy sound the whole of it entered his brother to the wrist. Shocked, he looked quickly at Boromir and saw bliss on his brother’s face, and Boromir’s eyes were full of love for Faramir.

“Your hand inside me feels so good, Faramir.” Boromir was shaking, he was holding back, impossible pain shot through him, and he relished it. He would take all of his brother’s pain and make it his own. “Turn away from me, BUT LEAVE YOUR HAND IN ME!” he hissed as Faramir went to take his hand out. “Leave your hand in me,” he whispered patiently with his voice shaking for control. “Now turn away from me and straddle my face. It is my turn to make you feel good, and I will start by tasting you.”

Tasting him? Faramir didn’t understand what Boromir meant but he did as he was told and straddled his brother’s face. But before his bare ass could sit on Boromir’s face, Boromir held him slightly up and proceeded to suck on his sack, taking his balls into his heated mouth occasionally making them hurt with the hard sucks, but it felt good too, and Faramir felt his cock leak onto Boromir’s neck and upper chest. “Oooh.” he moaned at this new sensation. It made him twitch and his hand inside his brother flex, making Boromir moan and the vibrations shoot through him. “I can’t hold it, Boromir.” he whined.

But Boromir wasn’t done with his brother, far from it in fact. He gripped Faramir’s sack at the base and pulled down preventing his brother from coming. And with his other hand he pulled the leather tie from his pony tail, loosening his hair and making him look as wild as he was feeling. He would never give up his brother, not even so that Faramir could be his own man. He would always be Boromir’s sex toy, as well as his loving brother. Denethor had the right of it, at least in that, Faramir should stay in the shadows were no one would see how precious he really was.

“Ouch, that hurts…” Faramir whimpered as his brother trussed up his sack so that he could not come.

“Do you want to come, is that it?” Boromir said soothingly, accusingly. “You would come without me?”

“NO, no, alright Boromir. Please, it doesn’t hurt that much, and I want to come with you. Please.” he begged.

“Shush, my lovely one. I just want us to always be together like this, but this is our first time, and your first time ever. I want it to be special for both of us.” Boromir’s voice was husky sounding. His brother’s hand in his ass had him on the edge and he knew they had to move before he broke and came without his brother. His hands shook as he lowered Faramir’s virginal opening to his mouth and spread his cheeks, opening up his hole. It was such a beautiful sight for him and he lost himself in his enjoyment of his brother. His tongue extended with the muscle hard, and he pierced his brother’s hole and fucked him with his tongue, sucking on it as his need rose.

Faramir felt like screaming, the sensations were so strange, and lighting shot through his body from his hole. Not wanting to scream and draw attention to them, Faramir lay himself awkwardly over his brother and took his brother’s cock head into his mouth. He sucked his brother even as he was being sucked, and he looked at his arm, the hand of which was buried in his brother. Faramir wanted him to feel as great as he was feeling and an idea came to him. He closed his fingers and thumb, and formed a fist. Boromir was wriggling for more below him, arching his hips up even as he suffocated himself trying to bury his face inside his brother’s ass. His tongue hurt from the stretch, but he would not cease, not when it made Faramir fist fuck him so good.

“Boromir, please brother, I don’t think that I can take being tied much longer. The edges of my vision are going dark.”

“Hold on, Faramir, only a bit more. Please.” He too was close to tears and unable to hold out longer. Quickly, Boromir took the oil and prepared his brother amidst their mutual moans. Pushing his brother down his body he lined his brother’s opening up with his cockhead. “I’m sorry, Faramir, but you have to listen to me and do what I say.” He was panting and sweating profusely, as was his brother. “This is going to hurt, it will burn, that’s how much it will hurt. But it will also make you mine, and you want that. Right, brother?” He asked hesitantly. But he already knew that he would allow no other to touch his brother, not another male in lust, nor a maiden in love, and never will he let Denethor touch or strike Faramir in anyway, and even in his mind he spat on their father’s name.

“I want that, Boromir.” Faramir sobbed. But he didn’t know what he was going to feel so he trusted his brother completely. Boromir pushed into Faramir, Faramir cried, biting his cheek to stop from yelling out his pain. His cock deflated a little, easing the feel of castration from the leather tie. But the burn in his ass hurt so much, he wanted to move away and take out his brother’s flesh that impaled him so painfully. But Boromir held him fast and soon both were breathing harshly, and the burn felt good, and then it eased, and he wanted it back.

Slowly, Faramir lowered himself onto his brother probing for the elusive burn. He didn’t expect the lights that burst around him jarring his body with their intensity when Boromir’s cock hit something inside him. It felt so good! So Good! And he wanted to give that to his brother too, and with his fist he looked for that place, and he knew that he had found it when his brother bucked underneath him almost sending him off the bed. But Faramir, like Boromir, was an excellent equestrian and he rode his bother. Taking as much as he was giving.

But it was all too extreme, and the brothers were bathed in sweat, wanting to come, needing to come, unable to take anymore of the sweet torture. Boromir knew that he had to end it, he couldn’t even articulate words, let alone voice anything other than breathy need. Reaching for the leather tie that bound his brother’s sack he undid it.

Faramir screamed. Boromir clamped his hand hard over Faramir’s mouth, and they came. Faramir first, his cum squirting out hard, his hole and chamber clamping on Boromir’s cock, and his inner muscles spasmed in waves as his orgasm lashed through him making Boromir come as he was painfully milked by his untried brother. Boromir’s inner muscles gripped Faramir’s hand causing it to spasm inside Boromir, making their orgasms so marvelously intense… making Faramir pass out from the intensity. His hand still twitching within his brother, his brother still twitching within him.

When Faramir woke it was to find himself cleaned up and cuddled underneath the furs, naked, held close by his equally naked brother. He realized then that it was Boromir’s sweet kisses on his face and lips that had awakened him. “Hey.” Faramir smiled lazily unable to say more, but feeling very much loved.

“Hey yourself.” Smiled Boromir, his hand massaging Faramir’s ass as he held him close with the other. “Go back to sleep, my love, I’ll watch over you, now and always. There is much that I will teach you, both in our loving and in self-defence. No one will hurt you ever again. You are mine.”

“As you are mine, Boromir. And I too vow to care for you, and nobody shall ever cause you hurt again, especially not him. I will hurt him if he hurts you ever again. And he won’t like that hurt, this I promise you, beloved.” And he kissed his brother’s bruised face softly. That made Boromir smile, and he kissed his brother’s brow tenderly, watching him slip into sleep once more. Now they belonged to each other. Loving brothers.

2/2009
Ladybluelove

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