Faramir Fiction Archive

Only if… (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

29 June 2007 | 85653 words

Chapter 10

The days seemed to be passing all too quickly, each and every day Faramir dreaded the sunrise because he knew it brought him one day closer to losing Haldir but he was making the most of the time they had. He’d arranged it so he could spend as much time as he possibly could with his slave.

Tonight though was the festival, and they would be expected to be there. Denethor had told him in no uncertain terms that both his sons would attend and bring their slaves, as was custom. It was the only time of the year that the slaves got to really interact at all with one another more than in their daily duties. It was the one piece of tradition Denethor had kept over the years that allowed the slaves just a tiny amount of freedom. Though they had to arrive with and return to their masters, the slaves were free to be with whomever they wanted for the evening.

Faramir had always liked the idea—until now. He wasn’t sure he could stand it if Haldir did decide to be with someone else for the night, but he couldn’t go against it either. Though many slaves he’d noticed, those with kinder masters or those with extremely strict masters normally stayed close and didn’t choose anyone else. Those with kind masters, remained loyal and those with cruel ones, feared not being loyal. Now it seemed even more unkind to him than it had in the past as if testing the slaves for their faithfulness.

So far though, Haldir had remained at his side, politely speaking to those who spoke to him but nothing more. Each moment that passed seemed to help Faramir relax as he realized Haldir was not going to choose someone else. Even for just a dance it seemed.

Haldir was more than content to simply be with Faramir, laughing and talking with him, almost resenting the interruptions from other slaves or noblemen and women who wanted to speak with his master. One of the higher-ranking councilmen had even smiled becomingly at him more than once that night, but Haldir simply smiled and nodded, then turned his attention back to Faramir. As soft music started to drift through the courtyard, Haldir took his lover’s hand and nodded toward the center of the garden. “Would you allow me to dance with you, my Lord?”

Faramir looked up at Haldir and smiled. “Yes,” he whispered squeezing Haldir’s hand gently. They wound their way through the other guests and when they were amongst the other dancers Faramir’s arms wrapped around Haldir, pleased it was a soft gentle song. He really didn’t dance much,. Though he’d had to for many of the parties and festivals, Faramir had never really enjoyed it. Though with Haldir in his arms, he did.

Resting his head on Faramir’s shoulder, Haldir locked his hands behind his lover and closed his eyes, swaying to the music and singing softly along in Elvish. He’d noticed Faramir seemed to be keeping an eye on him that night, and though on this evening, he could have chosen another to spend his time with, he had no intention of doing so. He wondered if Faramir wished for him to, so he could have some peace and privacy, or if he was content to let this night be like any other, and just spend time with his slave. “This is nice,” he murmured. “You do not mind my staying with you, do you? I know we are allowed to be with someone else.”

Faramir’s arms tightened reflexively around Haldir as he spoke. “I have to admit I had hoped you wouldn’t want to choose someone else, but it is allowed tonight so I couldn’t have denied it, though I wouldn’t have been happy about it. I once told you that I don’t want anyone’s hands on you but mine and I still feel that way.” If not more so.

Haldir couldn’t help but smile at the possessiveness in Faramir’s words and tone. “I do not want anyone else’s hands on me either,” he said softly as he began nibbling on the warm skin of is lover’s neck and they moved slowly in time with the music. “Your hands know me too well.”

Smiling as Haldir nibbled on his neck that way, Faramir let his hands roam over his lover’s back, feeling more like he was dancing with his mate than his slave. Though in his heart that is what Haldir was, his mate. He didn’t notice the others around them watching though, seeing how tender they were with each other, particularly a dark set of eyes watching from the corner of the garden.

The song was over far too soon, and Haldir distracted Faramir by nibbling on his ear until the next song ended. He noticed a dark-haired Elven slave bringing out fresh bowls of fruit and ale, and finally pulled away, not even realizing that instead of stepping back and bowing his head, he’d simply taken Faramir’s hand and looked him directly in the eye. Submission wasn’t exactly required on this night, but would have been preferred. Quickly remembering himself, Haldir finally looked down, though he still had a small smile playing on the corners of his lips at the sparkle in his lover’s eye. “Would you like something to drink, my Lord? Some ale, or wine?”

Though Faramir had never been fond of dancing he found himself disappointed when the song ended and Haldir pulled away. He smiled when his slave looked at him though, it was only a brief moment but he thought that he saw true happiness in those beautiful blue eyes. He watched as Haldir dipped his head playing his role as slave for the benefit of others and addressed him formally. “That’d be nice,” he said starting to go with Haldir but was stopped when one of his men approached him. He bit back a sigh and reluctantly released Haldir’s hand to speak with them, and found himself still distracted as he watched the Elf weave his way through the crowd.

It took Haldir a bit longer than expected to the drinks, and almost a quarter of an hour had passed before he made his way back to Faramir. He’d politely declined several invitations to return to others’ rooms, intent only on getting back to his lover as quickly as possible. As he turned away from the serving table, he saw Faramir talking to someone Haldir didn’t know, but thought little of it. Faramir was the son of the steward, and a captain of the Rangers, so it would stand to reason that many would have need to speak with him, even on the night of a celebration. When he drew closer, however, he saw the man was a rather handsome young nobleman who, for some reason Haldir couldn’t fathom had his hand on Faramir’s arm as he leaned forward and smiled. A flare of jealousy raced up the Elf’s spine and his eyes narrowed. He had no right to be upset, he knew that. While Faramir could have taken another lover at any time, either of them were perfectly free to chose someone else to spend the night with on this particular evening. But he hadn’t seemed like he wanted anyone else. Pushing his way through the dense crowd, he stopped short beside Faramir and handed him his drink, his face flushed with anger and his fingers clenched around his own glass. “Sorry I took so long,” he said tightly, keeping his head bowed slightly even as he kept a close eye on the nobleman standing with Faramir. “There was a line.”

Faramir smiled as Haldir handed him his glass and wondered why his face was flushed. It was warm this evening though so he thought perhaps that was why. “That’s all right,” he said softly and noticed that Turin seemed to look at him oddly. “Haldir, this is Turin, his father is on the council,” he explained, introducing the younger man.

“Oh how polite of you to introduce your slave,” Turin commented, oblivious to how insulting his words were. “Though you’ve always been a very kind sort haven’t you?”

Faramir frowned and shook his head, wanting to tell the young noble that he didn’t consider it kindness to introduce someone, it was just what one did. “I think we were just…going to join…my brother,” Faramir lied then, feeling a bit off kilter, especially when Turin’s hand tightened on his arm.

Haldir gritted his teeth at Turin’s rude comment, not to mention the fact that he was still holding on to Faramir’s arm. There wasn’t much he could do, even on this night of relative freedom, but he didn’t have to like it. Threading his arm through Faramir’s free one, he nodded in Turin’s direction and tugged gently on his master’s arm. “Aye, my lord, I believe your brother is waiting.” When Faramir didn’t move, Haldir noticed that the young nobleman still had a firm hold on his, which made things even worse. He felt like he was playing tug-of-war with Faramir, but since Turin was the only one who seemed interested, Haldir dared raised his eyes and looked none too friendly at him. “If you will please excuse us…”

Turin didn’t release Faramir’s wrist as his slave spoke. He laughed though. “Oh your slave is amusing…I suppose he knows how impatient your brother is,” Turin said more familiarly than Faramir would like. “I don’t think Lord Boromir will mind waiting a bit longer, he seems to be occupied at the moment anyway. Perhaps you and I could dance? I saw you earlier you know…you a very graceful,” Turin said offering a sweet smile, obviously flirting.

Faramir looked across the room to his brother hoping to catch his eye and somehow get him to come to them. “No. I am not the graceful one,” Faramir said softly, meaning Haldir of course whom he’d danced with, but by Turin’s broad smile he took it as Faramir complimenting him as being graceful.

“Since you are so worried about Lord Boromir being kept waiting,” Turin said addressing the Elf, “why don’t you go keep him company. He is a handsome man, perhaps you can be lucky enough to compare the two brothers.” Turin’s smile had turned lecherous as he looked at the golden Elf.

Faramir nearly growled. Just the idea of someone else touching Haldir made his skin crawl. He loved his brother but even as children they didn’t share things well and Haldir wasn’t a toy. “I am sorry, Turin, I’m afraid we have to go,” he said finally shaking off the younger man’s hand.

Before Haldir could stop himself, his eyes darkened and he spoke without thinking. “There is no comparison,” he said somewhat more forcefully than he should have. He could see that Faramir was uncomfortable, and his jealousy at the all-too-familiar way Turin was acting had already rubbed his nerves raw. Without waiting for the nobleman to respond, Haldir turned his attention back to Faramir and reached up to brush the hair back from his shoulder. “And you are graceful…my lord. I think you simply do not see it sometimes.” He stepped between Turin and Faramir as he spoke, keeping his face and demeanor as calm as he could. His anger, however, was apparent in his eyes, and he knew Faramir would easily see it. “Please, Lord Faramir, may we dance our way over to your brother?”

“Oh he is well trained too,” Turin commented as the slave declared his loyalty to Faramir. He didn’t get a chance to say anything else though before the Elf stepped between them and asked Faramir to dance.

Feeling frustrated with Turin’s rudeness Faramir simply stared at Haldir for a moment. Certain he saw anger turning his eyes darker. “That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Faramir said softly. He took Haldir’s wine glass and set it aside on a table and took his hand. “We can speak some other time perhaps, Turin…I really must speak with my brother…and I did promise Haldir another dance,” he said lying again.

Turin’s eyes narrowed and he scowled. “Yes, my lord, of course,” he said finally relenting. He’d hoped that the slave would find someone else to entertain him for the night and he could get Faramir to himself but that wasn’t the case. Though perhaps if he couldn’t get Faramir alone, there could still be a way. He didn’t like the idea of sharing with a slave of all things but he would do so just to be with the steward’s son. “Perhaps,” he said as they began to move away, “we could…come to some arrangement sometime. The three of us.”

Haldir gaped openly at Turin’s suggestion and turned to stare at him. The thought of this vile, arrogant man touching Faramir made his anger grow even more, and he struggled to contain himself. He didn’t even realize how tightly he was gripping Faramir’s arm as he spoke, never looking away from Turin, but directing his words to his master, knowing that he was certainly close to crossing the line between what he was allowed and what he would be punished for. Still, he couldn’t seem to help himself. “If I am to be punished, please let it be with a public flogging, rather than forcing me to watch him touch you, my Lord. Or at least send me from the room if you wish to be with him.”

Faramir had started to answer Turin, a polite no thank you but Haldir managed to speak first and not quite as politely. “I don’t think either will happen, good night Turin,” Faramir said putting his hand over Haldir’s and nearly prying it off his arm in order to hold his hand as they walked away. “That went incredibly well,” he mused sarcastically and had to bite his lip against the look Haldir gave him.

Still angry and not even understanding why, Haldir at least had the grace to blush. “I am sorry, I just could not stand the thoughts of…” His words trailed off and he told himself once again that he was overstepping his boundaries by far. He stopped, turned to Faramir, looked him in the eyes. “Please…do not ever make me watch you with someone else, Faramir. I know I have no right to ask, but…Gods. This is ridiculous. I sound like a jealous lover, not a slave who is bound to serve you! Please, forgive me. I should never have presumed to even open my mouth…”

As Haldir turned and looked at him, Faramir felt his heart leap in his chest as he spoke of being a jealous lover and not a slave. “I will never do that to you, you have my word,” Faramir said softly. He knew some of the others were watching them, and looked up in time to see his father staring at him with his eyebrow raised. “Perhaps it would just be best if we returned to our room now,” Faramir suggested not even waiting on Haldir’s answer just taking his hand and leading them away from the crowd of people.

Haldir meekly followed Faramir from the room, feeling as if he’d spoiled the entire evening for them both. As they walked down the deserted hallway, he hung his head and sighed, not speaking until they entered Faramir’s rooms. As soon as the door closed behind them, however, he sat down on the small couch and rested his head in his hands. “You should return to the celebration and lock me in here,” he said morosely. “I am sorry I spoiled everything.”

Faramir was surprised at how quiet Haldir had become and when they walked into the room and he sat down so dejectedly, his heart broke. Lowering himself to his knees in front of Haldir, he reached up and tucked a lock of golden hair behind an elegant ear. “You didn’t spoil anything,” he said softly. “I just grew tired of having everyone watching us, and Turin’s ‘offer’ made me a bit uncomfortable. I’m not upset with you,” he explained. He was secretly thrilled that Haldir had seemed jealous.

Slowly, Haldir lifted his hand to trace his fingertips over Faramir’s jaw, trying to push away the thoughts of what would happen after he was freed, and Faramir would want someone else to share his bed. For now, though, he could see the concern and gentleness in his master’s eyes, and slowly, his lips turned up in a smile. “You would have every right to be,” he said after a moment. “I would have liked to cut off his hands for pawing at you like that…cut them off very, very slowly. But can I settle for us taking a bath together and letting me wash away the memory of his touch?”

Faramir smiled and nodded. “I’d like that. I wasn’t too…pleased with the way he acted either but his father is an important man on the council so I tried to be as polite as I could with him,” he explained. It was likely if Turin complained that Faramir would hear about it from his father, but he was prepared for that. Haldir hadn’t been terribly insulting and so there was at least no risk of punishment being required for it. If anything, he would just explain that Haldir picked up on his own desire to not entertain Turin’s offers and helped him get out of the situation. It was likely his father would accept that as Turin had been particularly pushy with others, even Boromir in the past.

Haldir leaned forward and pressed his lips to his lover’s in a sweet kiss that quickly grew to more. Before he knew it, he’d scooted forward on the couch, wrapped both arms around Faramir, and was kissing him possessively as he pulled him closer. His only thought was to erase Turin’s touch completely for them both, though he was grateful beyond words that Faramir hadn’t wanted him to join them. The very thought made Haldir sick to his stomach. When he finally pulled away, he was breathless and still holding his master all too tightly.

Faramir slid forward, his body pressing against Haldir’s as he was kissed so passionately and so deeply it made him dizzy. Gods he had no idea what he would do when Haldir finally left. The agony of that thought drove him to return the kiss just as passionately and he pulled Haldir forward into his lap. They were breathless and both panting when they finally drew apart again. “I love…when you kiss me that way…of your own free will,” he whispered, amending his sentence before he said too much.

“I will tell you a secret,” Haldir murmured as he leaned forward and nibbled on Faramir’s ear. “Since our first kiss…they have all been of my free will. I love kissing you. I love doing all kinds of things to you, in fact, and not because it is required of me.” As he spoke, he unfastened both their tunics and slipped his arms underneath Faramir’s legs, standing and lifting his master up with him, as Faramir had carried him so many times.

Feeling his heart trip in his chest as Haldir spoke, Faramir swallowed hard. He wished that it meant Haldir loved him but couldn’t bring himself to say anything more. It simply hurt too much. All he could do was smile, and let his lover do whatever he wished. Besides it was to be Haldir’s night anyway, he could have chosen another but hadn’t, the least Faramir could do was to give himself over to him completely. “That’s good that you enjoy that because tonight…since you did not choose another…for tonight, I’m yours,” he whispered wondering just what Haldir might make of that.

I wish you were mine every night… Haldir’s eyes widened at his own thoughts, but he wasn’t all that surprised at them either. It was only natural some slaves got attached to their masters, or so he’d been told. “Why would I want another when I have you?” he murmured as he completely forgot about the bath and carefully laid Faramir back on the bed. “So, if you are all mine, does that mean you will do anything I tell you?” he murmured as he tugged his lover’s tunic off and licked across one nipple. He certainly wasn’t serious, as nothing had ever been mentioned about them switching roles, even on this night of so many choices. He couldn’t help but tease Faramir though, now that they were behind closed doors. “Does that mean you will be my pleasure slave for a few hours, my Lord?”

Loving the fact that Haldir said he didn’t want another, Faramir felt his heart leap in his chest. Then as Haldir opened his tunic and pressed his mouth against him, he arched against him wanting to feel more. Haldir’s last question though seemed to hang in the air for a moment. “Yes,” he whispered and locked his gaze with Haldir’s. “For tonight, I’m yours…master,” he added the last word, at first he’d thought it would be spoken teasingly but the way Haldir’s eyes had darkened as he’d said the word ‘yours’ made his breath hitch.

Freezing in place for a moment as the last word fell from Faramir’s lips, Haldir studied his eyes carefully and saw nothing but honesty there. It amazed him that Faramir trusted him as much, and he was fairly certain none of the other slaves were getting this treatment, no matter where they were, or who they were with, unless it was another slave, and even then he doubted they’d do this. “You are serious…” he whispered feeling a surge of excitement race up his spine and center directly in his groin. He’d been treated so kindly, there was no way he wouldn’t do the same with Faramir, but the feeling of power was erotic, nevertheless. “Then, I think I would like my gorgeous pleasure slave to lie back and spread his arms and legs wide…oh, and close his eyes.”

Faramir watched, as realization seemed to hit Haldir that he was being absolutely serious. He nodded as Haldir told him what to do, and shifted on the bed to do exactly that. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, wondering what his lover had in mind for him. Trust wasn’t even an issue, he had trusted Haldir since that night he’d held a knife to his throat and hadn’t hurt him. He trusted him with his very life. His breath was coming faster as he laid waiting and wondering. He felt the rest of his clothing being peeled away, but didn’t open his eyes.

As Faramir moved, Haldir, who was already half aroused from simply carrying Faramir to bed, felt his cock twitch in anticipation. “Don’t move, no matter what,” he said softly. “And do not come until I tell you to.” As he spoke, he settled between his ‘slave’s’ legs on his stomach and propped up on one elbow. With one hand, he reached out and tugged on the delicate sac that hung between Faramir’s legs, rolling the small globes inside in the palm of his hand.

Swallowing hard, Faramir nodded again, not trusting his voice. He took a deep breath and wondered how on all of Arda he was supposed to not come from Haldir’s touch. He jumped slightly when Haldir touched him and hoped that wasn’t part of the ‘don’t move rule’ or he was already doing a poor job. His arms were extended across the bed, and his fingers were pressed flat against it. The feeling of Haldir’s hand touching him was sending spikes of desire throughout him and his arousal began to harden even more.

Haldir smiled and nuzzled against the sac in his hand, letting his breath ghost over the thin skin and his tongue follow close behind. Seeing Faramir struggle to stay still excited him more than he thought it could, and he wondered if Faramir always felt that way when he was in this position. Mouthing each of Faramir’s balls and sucking gently, he let his hand move up to stroke his slave’s rigid length, already feeling the swollen tip began to leak against his thumb. “Tell me how this feels,” he murmured, speaking around the flesh in his mouth. “Tell me if you like it.”

Struggling not to move as he felt warm breath against him, Faramir bit his lip when suddenly a warm mouth was teasing him. It was so much different with his eyes closed as well, he’d never done that before, losing that one sense seemed to make the others heighten. Then Haldir moved again and a low moan fell from his lips. “I do…like it, that is,” he blurted as Haldir questioned him and might have even laughed at himself if he wasn’t so caught up in the sensation. “It…feels wonderful, different with my eyes closed…I…I don’t know where you are heading next so it keeps me curious,” he grinned and tried not to shift his hips as Haldir’s hand stroked him.

Squeezing Faramir’s arousal, Haldir pulled away and licked his lips as he watched his lover. Gods, you’re beautiful…so beautiful… He slipped one finger inside his mouth, wet it thoroughly, and pressed is against the small pucker between Faramir’s widespread legs. “I think I will be heading here next,” he whispered as he let the single digit slide deep inside the tight passage. His own hips were rocking against the bed, moaning as the friction of the bedcovers moved over his own hard shaft. Continuing to stroke with one hand, then curled his finger and found the tiny bundle of nerves inside his lover. “Remember…do not come yet,” he murmured as he worked the finger in and out of the gripping ring of muscles.

Faramir bit back a disappointed moan when Haldir drew away from him, and he waited, wondering where his lover would touch him or kiss him next. He felt a slick finger press against him and automatically he wanted to press back against him but didn’t. When Haldir continued to stroke him and the finger inside delved further, Faramir began to tremble. “Gods…I remember,” he murmured curling his fingers into the blanket beneath him trying his best to concentrate on anything but what he was feeling. It wasn’t working very well but he wouldn’t ruin this with moving, or begging Haldir to allow him anything. Besides, he was curious to see what all his ‘master’ had planned for him tonight.

Haldir pulled his hand away and slicked a second finger before pressing it back in alongside the first. Twisting and scissoring the digits, he felt the tight guardian muscle slowly stretching and decided he would definitely make use of it…Later. Without a word, he pulled his fingers away and gave a final stroke to the organ in his hand then moved away completely, sitting back on his haunches. “I am going to bury myself inside you,” he whispered as he crawled on all fours and leaned over Faramir, pressing their arousals together and nipping gently at neck. “But not yet…first I want that delicious mouth of yours around my cock.” As he spoke, he moved up over his lover until the engorged head of his sex pressed against his lover’s lips. “Open those beautiful lips for me…”

Faramir whimpered when Haldir drew away from him, he felt empty and his body was practically screaming to be touched. He swallowed hard when Haldir said he wanted to bury himself in him, he’d almost nodded in fact but then he’d continued and Faramir licked his lips. When his lover moved up his body and straddled him, his fingers curled more in the covers, resisting the need to wrap his arms around his lover and leaned forward, more than happy to taste his lover. He licked at the head, tasting his lover, before taking Haldir in completely. It was different lying down, and he had no control at all, so he simply used his tongue and throat muscles to pleasure his lover.

Closing his eyes and idly running his fingers through Faramir’s hair, Haldir shifted his hips, taking his slave’s mouth slowly, wanting to make this last as long as possible. One knee rested on each side of his lover’s head and he simply let Faramir pleasure him for long minutes as he moaned in pleasure. Finally, he pulled away, and turned to face the other direction, still straddling his lover’s head, but this time leaning down and taking Faramir’s length into his mouth as well. “I should not be the only one having fun,” he murmured around the swollen flesh and continued shifting his hips. “You can thrust, but nothing else moves, my lovely one…and still no coming until I say so.”

Faramir continued to swallow around his lover, tasting his essence on the back of his tongue and loving it. He wanted to open his eyes, Gods he loved to watch Haldir especially when he was lost in pleasure but he obeyed his ‘master’. After long moments of loving him this way Faramir thought he probably seemed silly when Haldir did finally draw away from him. He’d practically followed him with his mouth, but then he felt his lover change positions and before he could wonder what was next he cried out as a warm mouth sunk around his leaking shaft. He wanted to touch him so badly, to taste the skin on the inside of his thighs that were so close but he’d just been ordered not to move. So he continued what he was doing before, simply working the hard flesh with his tongue and throat.

“Mmmm, you follow orders well,” Haldir observed rather shakily as he licked at Faramir’s cock and continued thrusting between his lips. “And, Gods, you taste delicious…” His breathing was ragged as he took his lover in deep and moaned around him several times before pulling away and resting his hand on Faramir’s hip. “Gods…” He tried to warn his ‘slave’, but the mouth working him was simply too talented for him to hold off any longer. He could sense Faramir was close as well, and pulled back, touching only his hip as he felt his own cock surge and spill within the warm cavern surrounding him. When Faramir came, Haldir wanted it to be mind-blowing, not just a reaction to his own orgasm. No, Haldir wanted Faramir’s full concentration when the time was right.

Faramir smiled inwardly when Haldir complimented him. I am a soldier he thought cheekily and realized it was probably a very good thing his mouth was occupied. All traces of humor disappeared though when Haldir changed angles and forced a low moan from him. His hips, the only part of him allowed to move, thrust into the wet heat of Haldir’s mouth and when his lover drew away warning him, he simply leaned forward, taking him deeper, feeling the velvety flesh throb and pulse within his mouth. He swallowed repeatedly, and his own hips moved, even though Haldir wasn’t touching him now, just craving touch though, needing friction but finding none at all. It was enough to make him almost scream, but he didn’t. He continued to lick and nurse the spent arousal until it slipped from his mouth.

Haldir moaned as his spent organ slid from between his lover’s swollen lips, and moved to lie beside him, touching him everywhere but between his legs at first. “You are so hard,” he murmured as he let his fingertips move lightly over Faramir’s inner thighs and tried to catch his breath in the aftermath of his release. “I am sure you want to come now, don’t you?”

Faramir trembled as Haldir’s hands moved over him, he was gritting his teeth as his hands clenched in the covers until his knuckles were white. “Gods yes,” he murmured. “Please, Haldir…I need you,” he finally allowed himself to beg his lover.

His arousal responded to the need and pure lust in Faramir’s voice, and Haldir moved to lay over him, growing hard again even as their sexes were pressed together. “Kiss me, my lovely one…wrap your arms around me and show me how much you want me.”

Faramir wasted no time at all when Haldir ordered him to wrap his arms around him. They were aching from how tense he’d been but it seemed the ache melted away as soon as his lover was in his arms. His hands moved, tracing down Haldir’s back, to his backside pulling him tight against him, caressing. Faramir kissed him passionately, unsure if Haldir had intended for him to be so controlling with his kiss but his tongue thrust into his lover’s mouth, exploring and tasting him and moaning against his lips.

Grinding their erections together, Haldir lost himself in the kiss, no longer even caring who was master and who was the slave. He was completely hard again in no time, and each time he shifted his hips just right, he could feel the warmth of his lover’s juices seeping out against his skin. Without breaking the kiss, he slipped between Faramir’s legs and pressed his arousal against the opening he’d prepared earlier. His arms slid beneath his slave’s body, holding him close and returning the deep kiss as he slid inside, moaning softly as his flesh was engulfed in silky heat. Warm inner muscles surrounded him as he slowly began to thrust, his low moans lost inside Faramir’s mouth.

He was so hard he ached but Faramir didn’t want to find his release as he ground his hips against Haldir’s, even though he couldn’t seem to stop either. When Haldir shifted between his legs though, Faramir spread them even further and arched against his lover. Please, Gods, please. I need you. I love you. He practically chanted the words in his mind as he felt Haldir press against him and then slide inside. He moaned and sucked on Haldir’s tongue as he moved with his lover.

Haldir couldn’t stop thrusting, and he was already even harder than he had been moments before, slicked with his own fluids and moving with abandon. After several minutes, he slipped one hand between them and wrapped his fingers around his lover’s cock. “Not yet,” he murmured as he pulled back for air, “not yet, a little more…Gods, you always drive me mad with wanting you…” His movements were erratic now, and his balls were slapping against Faramir’s backside as he fisted the organ in his hand. “I cannot wait…come with me, Faramir…come with me now…” With that, he thrust one final time and came hard, coating his lover’s inner muscles with his seed and tightening his fist around Faramir’s flesh as he cried out loudly, one single word again and again – his master’s…or his slave’s…name.

Pulling away from the kiss for the sheer need of breath, Faramir’s arms and legs wrapped tighter around his lover and he whimpered when Haldir wrapped his hand around his cock. He wanted to come, Gods he was aching so much for release. He held on though, aided by the tight fist wrapped around him. Their movements became wilder as they thrust together, and after only a few more minutes, Haldir cried out. He felt the hand around him loosen only a little and then the next sensation was that of his lover pulsing inside him, spilling hot and slick and Faramir cried out Haldir’s name loudly as they rocked together. It seemed that their orgasms lasted forever and Faramir was panting for breath. “Gods, what you do to me…” he whispered kissing Haldir impulsively. Tender little kisses to his lips, cheek, jaw, and then lower to his neck and shoulder.

Relishing each touch of Faramir’s lips over his skin, Haldir returned them one by one, all thoughts of who was the master and who was the slave long gone from his mind as he lowered himself on top of his lover, ignoring the still-warm fluids between them. “And you to me,” he whispered between kisses. “You have no idea…Faramir…none at all.”

Faramir smiled and snuggled against his lover. His hands moved slowly over Haldir’s body now, just tenderly mapping the body of the Elf he loved. “Did…did I do all right? I mean…well obviously we enjoyed ourselves but…” he was at a loss unsure what he wanted to say exactly.

Haldir pressed his lips over Faramir’s before he could continue searching for the words. Slowly, as if they had all the time in the world, he let his tongue explore his lover’s mouth, delving into every crevice and letting his hands soothe and relax the warm, supple body beneath him. “You were perfect,” he murmured when he finally pulled away. “Perfect as always, no matter what we are doing. You make my body react in ways I did not even know it could, Faramir.” Moving over to the side, he pulled his lover against him and snuggled close. “In all my years, I’ve never experienced such bliss as when I am with you. I do not understand why, or how, but it is true. You drive me crazy…in a very, very good way.” And Gods, I am going to miss you so much when I leave Gondor.

Before he could fumble his words anymore, Haldir kissed him tenderly. Faramir allowed his lover to explore at will, and moaned as gentle hands moved over him. When they drew apart again, he sighed softly, feeling unaccountably affectionate toward Haldir. More so it seemed than normal. Faramir found himself smiling as Haldir pulled him close and continued. “I’m glad,” he grinned and looked up at him. “Because you do the same to me.”

Long Elven fingers moved slowly over Faramir’s back as they talked, totally without inhibitions either in their speech or their gentle, almost unconscious touches. It wasn’t normal, being this close with the man who was your master, but at times like these, they seemed to leave the titles of master and slave far behind them. “I am glad you picked me that day,” he confessed. “Out of all the other prisoners, I am glad I was the one you chose. Despite my anger in the beginning, I am feeling almost…content…here, at least within these walls, when it is just us.”

Faramir’s hand rose to sink into Haldir’s hair, brushing it back from his temples. “I couldn’t resist you, the moment I saw you…I wanted you…but it wasn’t just desire as you’d imagine,” he explained softly. “It…was everything about you,” he grinned then, “Your arrogance, the way you met my gaze levelly and glared at me, the way the others told me you fought…the way you argued with me…ordered me around while tied to a chair,” he laughed softly then. “You captivated me, Haldir…and I’m glad you are almost content with me at least…but…we don’t have much longer do we? Only five more months.” His throat seemed to close in on him then and he couldn’t say anything else.

Haldir closed his eyes and shook his head, unaccountably sad at Faramir’s last words. But he certainly couldn’t spend the rest of his life as a slave, knowing that he could be punished for doing or saying the wrong thing in front of someone who could order retribution. What kind of life would that be? No…he had friends and family in Lothlorien, and that should be enough for him. The problem was, he wasn’t entirely sure it was enough anymore. “No, not much longer,” he agreed as he unconsciously pulled Faramir closer. “The last seven months have flown by…and I think the coming five will as well. Then…then I will be free again.” His voice didn’t sound as enthusiastic as it should have, even to his own ears, but there was little he could do about it.

Faramir swallowed hard, and buried his face against Haldir’s neck to try and hide the sudden tears that welled in his eyes. “Then you’ll be free again,” he whispered. And I’ll be alone. He simply held Haldir tightly, and tried to will the tears away before Haldir could see them.

Haldir’s own eyes unaccountably fill with tears at the thought… tears that made no sense at all, unless they were tears of happiness, which they weren’t. “Maybe we could…part as friends or…or see each other sometime outside of Gondor or Lothlórien,” he said softly. “Maybe we could…” His voice trailed off and he realized that he was being ridiculous. He was Faramir’s slave for the Gods’ sakes, not his friend, even though he felt like more sometimes. “Or maybe it would be best if we did not. We might either one be taken prisoner again, and end up someone else’s slave. I do not think either of us would want that.”

Faramir almost had the most insane notion to offer to return to Lórien with Haldir as his slave this time, and with no time limit at that. He stopped himself before he said the words though knowing that he’d never be able to do that without having to sneak out of the city. “My greatest hope is that maybe one day somehow our paths will cross again, but we have time yet…we shouldn’t get so maudlin…we’ve time.”

“Yes, we do,” Haldir said rolling over so he could look down on his lover and forcing his less-than-happy thoughts from his mind. “And technically the night is still young, and you did say you were mine for the evening. I think there are a few more ideas I wouldd like to try out before the evening ends…” As he spoke, he let his hand wander between Faramir’s legs and smiled when he reacted almost at once. “I think it is going to be a long night for you, my beautiful slave, a long night indeed…”

Pushing the sad thoughts away Faramir hoped that Haldir couldn’t still see the lingering sadness in his eyes. Though when a questing hand moved down his body Faramir smiled and moaned when his lover’s hand wrapped around his spent arousal. “Yes, master…” he murmured as he arched into his touch.

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