Faramir Fiction Archive

Only if… (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

29 June 2007 | 85653 words

Chapter 4

After the day at the marketplace, Faramir had vowed not to touch Haldir anymore even though it was his right and part of their agreement, he decided it would be best not to. He didn’t want to force anything on Haldir and many times came close to saying that he could just go, to amending the agreement and just telling Haldir to go back to his Golden Wood. But he couldn’t. Selfishly he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. But he also couldn’t face him. Every time he looked at the Elf, he wanted him, wanted to touch him, wanted so much that he thought time away from him would help change that. Lessen the need.

So he worked himself so he would sleep at night and rushed from bed in the morning before temptation could overwhelm him. But day-by-day he found it more and more difficult to NOT touch Haldir or ask him to touch him, which he’d never done. He didn’t want to order Haldir to touch him; he wanted the Elf to want to touch him of his own accord.

In the last weeks though, as he’d stayed away more often, it seemed Haldir had found a friend in Elreath and though at first Faramir was glad for him… each day he started to feel more and more jealous of their friendship. Though he couldn’t begrudge his slave of friends, Elreath had always had many friends. She was just a friendly Elleth but she wasn’t a pleasure slave either. Many times pleasure slaves were not allowed friendships because of the need for them to be loyal only to their master alone. It wasn’t until he discovered how happy Haldir was about a gift, a small brooch in the shape of a leaf from Lothlórien, that his jealousy of the pair’s friendship grew even more.

This night he’d returned late, but unlike normal, Haldir wasn’t already in bed; he was sitting on the small couch reading.

“I thought you’d be in bed by now,” Faramir said taking off his cloak. It was probably the first words he’d spoken to Haldir in a week or more.

Haldir had found himself more than a little disturbed at just how much Faramir’s distance was affecting him. Since that first night, his new master had barely looked at him, and seemed to go out of his way so that they didn’t touch. In bed, Faramir slept as far away from Haldir as possible, and he stayed gone for the majority of the day, as if he purposefully left before Haldir awoke, and stayed away until he’d gone to bed. Each night, while he lay quietly beneath the blankets, always completely naked, he held his breath and waited for a touch or a whisper, or even an order that never came. Finally, almost two weeks after their argument about the marketplace, Haldir decided to stop even pretending to be asleep. He was angry at Faramir, unsure of exactly what he was being punished for, especially since he’d apologized, and even more angry at himself for caring in the first place. He’d thought things would continue as they had that first night, with, if not exactly sex, at least the both of them finding their releases in one way or another, but Faramir seemed to have lost all interest in that… or in Haldir himself. Fine. If he wants another slave, then maybe he will let me go.

As Faramir walked in and spoke, Haldir didn’t even bother to look up. He’d been told that he didn’t have to worry about appearances when they were alone and inside this room, so he took Faramir at his word and simply turned the pages of his book with one hand as the other rubbed idly over the brooch Elreath had given him. It reminded him of the only thing he had left, the promise of seeing Lothlórien at the end of his year of service. “You thought wrong,” he finally said after a few moments of silence.

Faramir’s eyebrow rose a bit at Haldir’s tone, unsure what the slave had to be angry about. He was well provided for, well treated, Faramir hadn’t touched him in weeks. Gods, not that he hadn’t wanted to touch him, but he was determined not to force anything more on Haldir than simply being there. His eyes had drifted toward the chest with the agreement so many times of late; it wasn’t like him to keep a slave at all before Haldir… why shouldn’t he just release him? But then he looked up again at Haldir and again his chest tightened. He couldn’t do it. He scowled though when Haldir’s fingers rubbed over that broach again. He knew that Elreath had meant it as a kind gesture. But it still irritated him for some reason. A symbol that Haldir would return to his home one day.

Sighing, Faramir walked over to the table to eat a few bites of the cold food left there on ‘his’ side of the table, from Haldir’s meal hours earlier. “You went to the library again? With Elreath?” he questioned not accusingly at all but his tone wasn’t conversational, matching the tone Haldir had used with him.

“Well it is not like you are ever here long enough for me to go with you,” Haldir said sullenly, still not looking up from his book though he hadn’t actually read a word of it since he’d heard Faramir’s footsteps coming down the hall. “That first day, you had all kinds of plans for us to walk in the garden and visit the library, yet I have not even seen you in the light of day since our little trip to the market, so yes, I went with her. I was not ordered not to, so I do not see what the problem is, unless you are making up new rules as we go along.”

Faramir’s jaw clenched for a moment and he looked down at the table. “I have been busy,” he said trying not to get angry at the way Haldir was speaking to him. Normally he liked his sarcasm and quick tongue but tonight he found it irritating. He’d been finding things to do in truth, physical labor that would tire his body. Yes, he’d considered finding his release alone in the bath, or even considered the whorehouse in the lower level of the city but that wasn’t what he wanted. The one he wanted was sitting only a few feet away from him, scowling at his book.

“And you can go with Elreath, I told you that it was fine for you to go out without me as long as you had an escort,” he said trying not to look back up at Haldir, but somehow his eyes were drawn to him. He was wearing a soft green tunic and it made the gold of his hair shine even more. He could remember how silky it was and his fingers practically ached to feel that softness again. Closing his eyes for a moment, he looked back down at the food he hardly tasted. “Though if Elreath neglects her duties to cater to your wants it could be bad for her you know.” He truly hadn’t meant it to sound as if he were threatening the Elleth, he was simply stating fact.

Haldir slammed his book closed and gritted his teeth, glaring up at Faramir as he struggled to remember that he certainly could overpower him, but that it really wouldn’t be in his best interest to do so. “If you have a problem, LORD Faramir, you should take it out on your pleasure slave, not the Elf who brings you food that you are never here to eat, nor books that you are never here to read. Elreath dotes on you, though honestly, I do not see why she even bothers. It is not as if you even notice anyway.”

Feeling guilty for a moment, Faramir looked down at the table. Elreath always had doted on him and he cared for the Elleth as much as he could for a female anyway. “I do not intend to punish her, I was merely warning that she should not neglect her duties to spend time with you. I am not Elreath’s master, my brother is,” he explained. “It is his duty to do what he sees fit with her… ” he shoved his plate away and stood up. “I do not want to argue with you tonight, Haldir. I am tired. Just…” Faramir bit his lip to keep from ordering Haldir to go to bed. He had not issued a single order to his slave since that day at the market. Instead of saying anything else he headed for the bathing chamber thinking that if he just lay in the tub long enough he’ll cool the blood in his veins because right now… Right now he was highly tempted to do a number of things that would break every promise he’d ever made to Haldir.

“That is right, you do not want to argue with me,” Haldir said as he watched Faramir’s back, stiff with irritation as he headed toward the other room. He stood, speaking just loudly enough for Faramir to either ignore him or hear him, whichever his ‘master’ saw fit to do. “You do not want to argue with me, or see me, or talk to me… And now you are threatening the only friendship I have managed to make in this pathetic, nearly barren excuse of a home you are holding me prisoner in!”

Faramir’s step faltered as Haldir spoke and before he could stop himself, he wheeled on the Elf and barely had the self-control needed to keep from doing something he would regret. He simply stared at the blond. “By the Gods, my patience only goes so far,” he murmured and then looked at Haldir standing there. His lips were full, as if he’d been chewing on them when he’d been reading earlier and Faramir wanted to kiss him so badly in that moment if only to shut the Elf up. “Then do something more with your mouth than hurl insults at me!” he snapped taking both himself and the Elf by surprise by grabbing him and jerking him forward by his tunic front. Before he could stop himself, remind himself of his vow, Faramir kissed him. Not a gentle kiss as those they’d shared in the bed weeks ago, but brutal, crushing his lips against Haldir’s, tasting him, that unique sweet flavor he’d grown to crave, his tongue dueling with Haldir’s. His heart was pounding as he realized Haldir was kissing him back.

Haldir’s eyes opened wide as Faramir grabbed him, and his first thought was that at least he was finally being touched, though not exactly in the way he had planned. He was torn between his pride, which demanded he push Faramir away, and his honor, which told him to submit, as was his place as a pleasure slave, though honestly, neither of them seemed to be getting a great deal of pleasure in these last few weeks. The honorable side of him rallied and his hands moved from their original position of resting on Faramir’s chest to wrapping around his master’s upper arms, holding him still. His lips were already bruised, and they seemed to be fighting for supremacy of the kiss when Haldir finally had the sense to stop trying to dominate. He told himself that he was allowing Faramir to kiss him, but he knew that deep down, he wanted it with every fiber of his being. Each time Faramir acted as if he were going to pull away, Haldir would bite down on Faramir’s bottom lip a bit harder than was comfortable, silently challenging him to continue their kiss if he was man enough to do so. Gods, why did you stop kissing me all those weeks ago? And why am I kissing you back without even being ordered to?

Faramir moaned when sharp teeth nipped his lip, as if to keep him from pulling away, so he didn’t. Instead his hands sank into golden hair he’d longed to touch earlier. He pulled Haldir closer, and kissed him with such fire it seemed to consume them both. Finally, when he did draw away, he was almost shaking with desire, and had to fight hard to keep from demanding Haldir join him in the bath. It seemed his anger had drained away with the kiss though, replaced simply with want, need for the Elf in his arms, but then he remembered his vow. His eyes widened slightly and he stepped away from him. At least Haldir wasn’t insulting him anymore. In fact, he looked as if he wanted Faramir to kiss him again. “I am going to take a bath,” he said not nearly as firmly as he wished his words to be and stalked away, angry with himself for breaking his vow.

The longer they kissed, the more aroused Haldir became, and for the life of him, he thought Faramir was feeling the same way. Instead of leading him to the bed, or a chair, or even the nearest wall, however, Faramir simply pulled away and announced that he was going to the baths… almost as if the kiss had never even happened in the first place. Haldir’s need was replaced with anger before Faramir had even left the room. Obviously, he was going to be kept here like a caged animal, with no where to go and no one to talk to, and he wasn’t even going to be allowed to pleasure the man he was supposed to be a pleasure slave to? It was obvious that Faramir was finding his enjoyment elsewhere, as his desire for Haldir now seemed to be nowhere in sight, unlike that first night when they
had shared Faramir’s bed. Haldir had resigned himself to touching and being touched, being ordered to please Faramir and keep him happy, and now… nothing. Not even a kiss seemed to stir the master he’d vowed to obey until he was freed. Wiping at his wet, now swollen lips, the golden Elf growled and paced the room, wanting Faramir to come back, but having no idea what to say or do when he did.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he saw Faramir’s knife lying beside his belt, gleaming in the candlelight as if daring Haldir to come closer. Moments later, Haldir was naked and in bed, the knife clutched in his hand beneath his pillow, eyes closed as if he were already asleep.

Faramir tried to calm himself in the bath, he wouldn’t touch himself though, he couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t, he just didn’t feel right. Perhaps because the one he wanted to experience release with, was in the next room? By the time he finally felt clear headed enough, his teeth were almost chattering and he dried quickly before heading for bed. He dropped his robe on the chest at the foot of it as always, and Haldir was already there, seemingly asleep. Faramir sighed and thanked the Gods for that as he crawled into the bed, careful to keep his distance and snuffed out the lamp.

Haldir was far from asleep as he lay in wait for his ‘master’. He wanted to know why he was here, why he was being punished, why Faramir no longer desired him after his simple mistake at the marketplace. He held perfectly still, trying his best to ignore the still-rigid length that curved up against his stomach from between his legs and waited for Faramir’s breathing to even out. The night was cold, and he could feel the way the body next to him was shivering slightly. He would have warmed him, had Faramir ordered him to do so… or even simply asked, but not a word was uttered between them.

Finally, his patience paid off, and he heard the deep, even breathing of the man beside him. Barely even causing the mattress beneath them to move, Haldir moved stealthily across it, making no sound whatsoever, until he was next to and looking down at Faramir. In one smooth, calculated motion, he sprung into action, straddling his master’s thighs to hold him immobile. Haldir managed to have both of his master’s wrists captured and above his head, and the knife at his throat before Faramir was even fully awake. “We need to talk,” he growled. “And if this is the only way to keep you from running off again, then please understand… I can do this for hours.”

Faramir could feel the weight of a body against his and at first, thought he was merely dreaming as he often did, but then tried to move his arm and found he couldn’t. As the fog of sleep slipped away, he felt the cold steel of the knife against him and in the bright moonlight spilling into the room he could see Haldir straddling him. He swallowed carefully and stared up at the golden warrior. He didn’t dare nod his head, so he spoke softly. “All right,” he answered as calmly as he could. “I seem to be your captive audience for the moment.”

“You can punish me all you want when this is over with and I will not resist you,” Haldir said, seeing that Faramir was staying calm despite the circumstances. He admired that; most men would have panicked and likely sliced their own throats in the struggle to get away. “I want to know why one little argument over the color of a tunic made you not want me anymore, and why, since you obviously do not want me, you are still keeping me here!”

Faramir licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry and looked up at Haldir. “I do want you… Gods, I’ve been going mad, why do you think I leave early and work all day finding things to keep me busy and keep my mind off of you?” he whispered. “I… I made a vow that day that I would no longer force my touch on you. That I would hold you here, because it was my pleasure to be with you, but it was so hard not to touch you that… that I had to stay away until I learned to control the need. I’m… I’m sorry I broke my vow tonight and kissed you.”

Haldir’s fingers tightened reflexively on the knife handle as he struggled to make sense of what Faramir was saying, but he kept the blade firmly against his master’s neck. Just the mention of the kiss made him harder than before, and despite the cool air, he could feel a thin sheen of sweat gathering just underneath the back of his thighs where they lay against Faramir’s, holding him still. “I never said you forced your touch on me,” he said angrily. “You asked me once if I found you displeasing, and I told you no. Nothing has changed from my perspective. I am your slave… you do not have to ask for my permission to touch me, nor did I expect you to. I would not have argued either way. You made my position here perfectly clear after the incident in the marketplace.”

Faramir sighed and seemed to press back into the pillow more, a natural struggle away from the knife blade. “I just thought that… that my touching you seemed to confuse things even more between us. I admit I don’t know what I am doing, Haldir. I… I want you so much,” he admitted. “But I won’t force anything with you. I know you said it wasn’t displeasing but… I just… I thought you would be happy that I wasn’t touching you?” Other slaves would love that arrangement from what Faramir knew. Though at the moment, he could feel Haldir’s arousal pressed against him, and realized he too was aroused, but ignored it. He moved slightly and felt the knife press against him again. “If… if you’re going to kill me do it and get it over with. Maybe you’ll get lucky and escape.”

It was almost too much for Haldir, the relief of hearing that Faramir still wanted him, though by all rights, he should have been asking to be freed if Faramir planned on being noble and not touching him anymore. That thought didn’t even occur to him as he pulled the knife away and threw it to the floor, but kept Faramir’s hands held firmly above his head. “Gods, I do not want to kill you,” he murmured as he shifted his hips and slid forward, moaning as their erections finally came into contact. His hand moved back to his master’s neck, and long fingers caressed the thin white line left behind by the pressure of the blade. “I just want you to touch me again. Even if it is only to punish me,” he whispered, as he relaxed his hold on his master’s wrists slightly. He knew well that he deserved to be whipped for his audacity, but even that would be better than being ignored, and failing at the only job he was supposed to be doing in Gondor.

Heat sizzled through his veins as Haldir threw the knife aside and rocked against Faramir. He tried to lift his arm to touch Haldir but the Elf was still holding him tightly for a moment as the Elf touched him for the first time willingly. Caressing his neck so tenderly that Faramir felt another spike of heat stab through him. When his hands were released though he wasted no time in fulfilling his slave’s request. Gods, it had been all he wanted from the start was to have Haldir want him. His fingers traveled over warm skin as he rocked his hips upwards and watched as the Elf’s head fell back as if truly enjoying every brush of contact. “I’m not going to punish you,” Faramir whispered as he sat up, pressing his lips to a smooth chest. He could feel his lover’s heart pounding there and nipped at a small peaked nipple. “Gods, I have missed the taste of your skin,” he whispered as his tongue teased and tasted. Their bodies rocked together, as one hand slid between them and wrapped around both their arousals that were already slick with desire.

Moaning low and deep in his throat, Haldir completely forgot that he wasn’t supposed to want this. Gods, he’d missed Faramir’s lips, even though he’d only tasted them a few times, and at the moment, they seemed softer and fuller as they moved over his chest teasing and kissing, covering sharp, slick teeth that came out to nip at his skin here and there, already driving Haldir mad with desire. His fingers tangled in Faramir’s hair as they moved together, and he could feel his and Faramir’s flesh growing even harder as they dripped thin, clear fluid over his master’s hand. “You did not have to miss it,” he murmured, letting his eyes close and his head fall back again. “I have been right here beside you every night, just waiting…”

Faramir felt his breath catch in his throat as Haldir spoke of waiting for him. He cursed himself as a fool as he remembered how much Haldir had seemed to enjoy his touch that first night. Tonight though… Gods, Haldir was touching him back, without being asked or ordered to. He wanted Faramir as much as the man wanted him and it seemed to make his passion grow. Turning and rolling so that Haldir was beneath him, Faramir simply kissed his way down his body and back up again. His hands explored every inch of skin he could reach and he moaned as their arousals moved together, the blessed friction driving him mad. He wanted to plunge into his lover, to take him, to make love to him until Haldir screamed his name but he feared that even as much as Haldir wanted him right now, he wouldn’t want that. He could ask but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Pleasuring Haldir was all he’d wanted from the start. It was what gave Faramir the most enjoyment really, hearing his lover cry out for him and enjoying the pleasure that Faramir could bring them. Perhaps it wasn’t what was considered normal with most master and slave relationships but he wasn’t the average master. He didn’t seek control over another, that didn’t make him feel more of a man at all, what did make him feel more was to have a lover want him and need him. Only him. Working his way back up his lover’s body again to his lips, he smiled against them as he felt strong fingers dig into his back. “Haldir,” he whispered and saw the Elf’s eyes open as if perhaps expecting Faramir to ask to take him but the words spoken were completely different than Haldir may have expected. “Please, let me ride you, I want to see you lost in pleasure, lost in me.”

A fog seemed to have settled around Haldir’s mind as Faramir moved against him. He wondered why he hadn’t thought to do this before, to just ask Faramir what was wrong weeks ago, when things had begun to go wrong. But he knew full well that his pride had held him back, just as it would now, when his entire body ached for Faramir to be inside him. He would have said yes, would have given Faramir permission to take what Haldir had allowed so few to take before. The words he heard, however, were the last ones he expected. Letting one hand move up over his master’s chest, Haldir listened to both their breathing and wondered if he’d heard wrong. Faramir wanted to be taken? By… a slave? It took him less than a heartbeat for the answer to fall from his lips. “Gods, yes,” he whispered without the slightest hesitation. “Anything you want… anything at all.” As he spoke, he sat up and reached toward the bedside table where he twisted the globe from the lamp that Faramir kept there to read by. His fingers were slicked in no time at all, and he reached behind his soon-to-be lover, letting his oil-slick fingertips run lightly over Faramir’s entrance. “You are sure you want this… me… that way?” He had to be sure, though he knew without a doubt that if Faramir changed his mind, Haldir would be sorely tempted to beat himself silly for even asking the question.

Haldir’s reaction was probably the most beautiful thing, Faramir had ever witnessed. The surprise warring with desire was so clear in his eyes that it made Faramir’s heart skip in his chest. “Yes, I want this, want you most of all I want you to want me,” he whispered in return, leaning down and kissing Haldir gently. When Haldir sat up and reached for the lamp, Faramir spread his legs wider as he straddled his lover and moaned when slick fingers pressed against him. “Please,” he whispered. His greatest joy was the fact Haldir was willingly touching him, he hadn’t been ordered to. The Elf wanted Faramir, he wasn’t just acting the role of a slave, and Faramir hadn’t fallen in love with the Elf for his submissiveness anyway. He startled as the thought crossed his mind and swallowed hard. Oh Gods. I am a fool. His eyes opened and he gazed down at Haldir, knowing that he’d lost his heart to this Elf who could so easily stir so many things in him. Anger, yes, but so much more like desire, passion, and need. It was why he’d not been able to release him all those times he considered it. He loved him.

It was Haldir’s turn to work at the peaked nubs of flesh on Faramir’s chest as he marveled at his lover’s responsiveness. Despite the darkness of the room, he thought he saw something change in Faramir’s face even as he tensed for a moment and grew silent. Thinking that he was only nervous that a slave was taking him, however, Haldir tried to distract him by gently sucking a pebbled nipple between his lips as he carefully pressed one finger inside. “It is all right,” he whispered, finally releasing Faramir’s nipple. “I will stop if you need me to…” He slowly worked the single digit in as he spoke until it was buried to the knuckle. “Despite my rather… angry display earlier, I would never hurt you, my Lord.”

Faramir’s breathing quickened as heat sizzled from his nipple to his groin and he arched against his lover. He tensed a little as a slick finger dipped within him and he shook his head. “Faramir… please… just Faramir,” he whispered softly as his hands came up to cradle Haldir’s face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the swollen ones before him and shifted his hips back to drive the questing digit even further inside him. His body was shaking with need and he was breathless when he drew away again. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered as he rocked in Haldir’s lap and felt his muscles relax and then a second slick finger followed the first. He moaned and clutched at Haldir’s shoulder’s, his fingers flexing against strong muscles as his lover’s fingers brushed against his sweet spot.

Haldir continued stretching the tight muscle, though his entire body was shaking with desire that matched Faramir’s own obvious need. Rather than admit that he’d wanted Faramir as well, he simply concentrated on rubbing over the tiny bundle of nerves buried deep inside him, feeling the gripping ring of muscles clench and release, then relax a bit more each time he did so, slowly opening up for him. “Aye, my L… Faramir,” he breathed as he pulled his hand away and slicked himself. He shifted his hips back then guided his painfully hard length to rest against the well-prepared opening. One arm wrapped around his lover – his master – and held him closer as the other rose to let him gently cup Faramir’s neck in his hand, bringing him down for another kiss as he slowly felt the head of his cock nudge inside the velvety passage between Faramir’s legs.

He was in ecstasy, every nerve seemed to jangle with need, and each time Haldir’s fingers brushed that spot inside him, Faramir’s entire body went ridged for a moment before pleasure shot through him. When the fingers finally withdrew, Faramir bit back a whimper of loss, and watched with heavily lidded eyes as Haldir slicked himself. His mind went completely blank for a moment as Haldir pulled him down for a gentle, amazing kiss and he felt the thick shaft begin to slip inside him slowly. He moaned against Haldir’s lips and pushed down, forcing the thick length to be buried deep inside him. He trembled in his lover’s arms as his body waited to adjust and he felt how tense Haldir was, could feel him struggling to hold back. “Take me, Haldir” he murmured the order softly against his lover’s ear.

Moaning as his flesh was engulfed in the heat of Faramir’s body, it took all of Haldir’s concentration to simply stay still as he felt tight muscles begin to slowly relax around him. His hands moved over the warm expanse of his lover’s back, soothing him without even thinking, already lost in their lovemaking. As soon as Faramir spoke, Haldir moaned again, then lay back, feeling his shaft move even deeper inside the heated passage as he did so. His hands moved easily over the lean, muscled thighs that rested on each side him, loving the way Faramir’s skin was warm and soft, and, at least for the moment, all his. Cupping perfectly formed hips, Haldir helped his lover move, setting up a rhythm he’d meant to be slow and sensuous as their bodies met, but that was fast and almost furious in almost no time at all. “Gods, Faramir…” He said anything and everything that came to mind, murmuring, “master,” and “my Lord,” and “yes,” all in a jumbled mix of languages as he moved.

Faramir tightened his inner muscles and released them again as his lover began to slowly move but in moments; their need grew to be something they couldn’t control. Both of them thrusting against one another, and each word that fell from Haldir’s lips seemed to drive Faramir’s passion higher. Haldir was perfect, Gods, he fit inside Faramir as if he’d simply been made for him. It was a ridiculous thought of course that an Elf could be made for a Man but it seemed true. As their pace increased even more, Faramir cried out as that spot inside him was brushed with every deep thrust. “Touch me,” he whispered, more of a plea than an order as he felt his release already building within him. His fingers dug into Haldir’s shoulders as he rocked over him, and let his head tip back lost in sheer bliss.

Without hesitation, Haldir’s hand slipped between them and wrapped around Faramir’s length. His entire body was reacting on instinct alone, his mind having ceased working long moments before when he was buried so completely inside his lover’s willing body. The swollen tip of Faramir’s arousal was seeping warm fluid so quickly, it took Haldir almost no time at all to gather the drops and smear them over the heated flesh, never breaking his rhythm of deep, almost manic thrusts up into Faramir’s tightness. “Close,” he murmured through gritted teeth as he tried to hold out for as long as he could, though he didn’t stop moving or stroking the length enclosed in his fist. “So close…”

Faramir’s entire body shuddered when Haldir’s fingers wrapped around him, he was so close to losing control that he bit his lip hard hoping the pain would help him last. It didn’t seem to help though, and when Haldir whispered he was close as well, he looked at him. The moonlight spilling into the room seemed to make Haldir’s pale body glow and his golden hair looked like liquid silver as it spilled across the pillow. It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen. “Come for me then, come with me,” he whispered as he rocked his hips into the tight grip and back to impale himself on the thick length buried inside him. It took only a few more strokes before Faramir lost control, his muscles tensed and he came so hard his vision dimmed and his breath hitched in his chest.

Just as Haldir felt Faramir’s flesh swell and jerk in his hand, he gave a strangled cry and pushed his hips up to meet his lover’s downward thrust. He came hard, coating the clenching inner muscles wrapped around him even as his own fingers were covered with Faramir’s release. Two weeks of frustration and anger had built up inside him, but even that was gone as he spilled again and again within the welcome comfort of Faramir’s body. Arching up off the bed, he sat up, buried his face against a broad, sweat slicked chest and simply held on to him as the last vestiges of his orgasm were wrung from him and he coaxed the last of Faramir’s release from his now spent organ. Rather than laying back down, he simply stayed where he was, breathing hard and nuzzling against his lover, not even trying to make himself understand what had made this experience different and more fulfilling than all the others he’d ever had in his long life.

Faramir was panting and gasping for breath as they held one another. They’d come together, almost at the very same instant, and it was the most incredible feeling he’d ever known. He’d had lovers before, but none that touched his heart the way Haldir did. His arms wrapped around the strong Elf, his fingers threading in soft blond hair and he simply held him close, still feeling his spent arousal pulse inside him with each breath. After long moments, he tipped Haldir’s face up to his own and kissed him tenderly. He couldn’t explain how he felt about the Elf, he was supposed to be Faramir’s slave but in truth, the slave had more control over his master than either of them could imagine. And all because Faramir loved him. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Haldir’s, not speaking, just simply holding him. After a short time he felt his lover slip from inside him, slick fluid run down the inside of his thighs and he couldn’t have been happier. Laying Haldir back and sliding down in the bed next to him, Faramir snuggled close and simply listened to the steady heartbeat.

Haldir closed his eyes and wrapped his arm around Faramir’s shoulders, surprised at how comfortable it felt to have his lover close, and finally touching him again. Vaguely, the thoughts that Faramir was still his master rang in his head, but he stubbornly refused to listen to them just yet, not wanting to let go of this all too perfect moment. He reached down, grabbed the edge of the blanket and cleaned them both without saying a word. First Faramir’s stomach, then his own, then lower, between his lover’s legs, and then his hand. When he was finished, he pressed a kiss against his lips that were still swollen from their earlier explorations and smiled as he looked into clear blue eyes. “As odd as it may sound, thinking you did not want me anymore was the worst punishment I could have thought of,” he said softly as his fingers carded through soft auburn hair. “I felt like I had failed in my duties. It is your right, I know, to do with me whatever you wish, but Gods, I thought you were torturing me on purpose.”

Faramir watched silently, touched to his core that Haldir was tending him without being asked or ordered. He was surprised to learn that Haldir not only wasn’t disgusted by his touch but had wanted it. He’d thought that his slave might feel it… demeaning being touched by someone who ‘owned’ him. But then again, Faramir had been kind to him, had treated him with as much kindness as one could a slave. At first it was because he was so taken by him, he’d wanted to possess something so beautiful, but then as he’d gotten to know Haldir, he found that he liked him. And now he knew that not only was he obsessed with the Elf, he was in love with him. Faramir licked his lips as Haldir spoke and sighed softly. “I was torturing us both I think,” he whispered. “I had thought you would be happy not to have me touching you. But, Gods, I missed touching you so much I ached. It was why I stayed away so much. I couldn’t face you each day knowing I’d vowed not to touch you. I simply wasn’t strong enough to be here with you and have that measure of control, but then I missed you. And… and I hate to say that I had become jealous of your friendship with Elreath because… I wanted to be the one spending time with you but couldn’t.”

Careful not to let his surprise be heard in his voice, Haldir snuggled closer and smiled at Faramir. “Elreath and I are only friends,” he assured his master. He was still marveling at his own response to this man in his arms, the man who was holding him captive against his will, and worse yet, was a human. A human that he was incredibly attracted to at that. “I should not even be presumptuous enough to ask, but… in the future, would you please not make that no-touching-my-pleasure-slave vow? By law it is your right whether I want you to or not, but if it makes you feel better… I confess I wanted you to. Even when I was angry at you, I was still yearning for your touch.”

Faramir nodded when Haldir said that he and Elreath are only friends. He suspected that anyway, he’d known for quite some time that Elreath only had eyes for his brother anyway, but that still didn’t lessen his jealousy as irrational as it was. When Haldir said it was his right to touch, Haldir, his lips set in a thin line for a moment, but then found himself smiling as the Elf continued. “I won’t make that vow again, it was foolish but I just… I know you were confused that day. Here I’d treated you tenderly and then turned around and threatened you. You do know it was only a threat that day? I wouldn’t have beaten you… even though by the time we got back here I had truly wanted to,” he grinned then, “Even then I wouldn’t have. I’ve said before I’m not a cruel man. But truly Haldir, the laws here in Gondor… if one of those merchants had taken offense they could have demanded satisfaction… in public.”

Haldir laughed softly, knowing that his stubbornness had gotten him in trouble more than once in his lifetime, and would most likely do so again here in Gondor. “No, I did not know if it was only a threat or not, to be honest,” he said after a moment. “I do know of your laws, though, and I was wrong to talk back to you, especially in public. I am still getting used to the idea that my life is no longer my own… and that I should try to keep what dignity I can, despite my circumstances.”

It didn’t seem real, laying here like this, holding Faramir close against him, his anger nowhere to be found. So different from only an hour ago when… “Oh, Gods, I am sorry about earlier,” he said suddenly feeling ashamed. “I know I could be killed for threatening you with that knife… I just, I wanted to talk to you, and you kept walking away from me, and… I know my saying it will not make it any less horrible, but I really never would have hurt you.”

“I don’t want to take your dignity, and I do like when you talk back to me… sometimes,” Faramir grinned. “Just not in public, Haldir. As I said before, it is far too dangerous.” Faramir placed a small kiss against Haldir’s chest and looked up at him when he apologized. “I already forgave you for that, you will not be punished in any way at all. What happened tonight… is private. Though I would appreciate next time that you simply ask me what you want to without having to resort to that sort of tactic. Though… it certainly gained my attention.” He grinned at him then. Somehow he’d known Haldir wouldn’t kill him, had known his throat would have already been slit before he’d even awoken if Haldir truly meant him harm. It was why he’d never been careful about his weapons beyond that first day.

Unable to keep from returning Faramir’s grin, Haldir felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss him again. Whether it was from the easy acceptance of the threat he’d made, or simply the laughter that seemed to be just behind Faramir’s lips, Haldir couldn’t be sure, but he certainly couldn’t deny that it was there. It was not his place to do so, and not something he should want, but it seemed like the rules were different for them both behind closed doors. Without another word, he slid down in the bed, keeping one arm underneath his master’s head and the other wrapped around him, with his hand resting at the small of Faramir’s back. He leaned forward, gently pressing his lips over his master’s and opened his mouth, wanting to be reminded of who was in charge. It wasn’t like him, this almost-willing submission, but the entire situation didn’t make sense to him, so why should his sudden unexplainable urges be any different?

To say Faramir was surprised when Haldir slid down in the bed and then gently kissed him, offering himself, it would have been an understatement. His arms wrapped around his golden Elf and he kissed him deeply, his tongue tenderly exploring the warm wet cavern. Gods, he’d missed Haldir’s flavor, his very essence it seemed. He had no idea what it was about the Elf that had Faramir so completely in love with him, there was just so much. He coaxed Haldir’s tongue to mingle with his own, moaned against his lips, and arched his body against his slightly. It was tenderness… and it seemed to undo him completely. Once they drew apart again, panting and breathless, Faramir smiled as his fingers ran through soft gold. “You are so exquisitely beautiful, Haldir,” he whispered gazing up at the Elf.

Extraordinarily pleased that Faramir thought so, Haldir smiled and laid back on the pillow, letting his fingertips move lightly over his master’s face. “I never thought I would think this about a human, but… Gods, Faramir, so are you.” He knew it was the expected response from a slave to his master, but he also knew that it was nothing but the truth, and hoped that Faramir understood that. “So… will you spend some time with me tomorrow, my Lord? Or are you still too busy?”

Faramir smiled, though he didn’t see any falseness in Haldir’s eyes he did wonder if his response were merely because it was expected. He pushed the thoughts away and shook his head. “No, not too busy. In truth, I’d been searching for things to do,” he admitted. “I would like to be the one to take you to the library… and anywhere else you might want to explore,” he whispered softly.

“I would like that very much,” Haldir smiled, hoping that things would be better now that they’d at least talked. “I think you will not have to search for things to do anymore, and since I am your pleasure… slave…” The word still stuck on his tongue a bit, but at least now he could say it without grimacing, “then I think I should start giving you pleasure instead of grief.” As he spoke, he carefully slid his arm from underneath Faramir’s head and moved down in the bed. Before his master could respond or even wonder what he was doing, Haldir had taken the spent arousal that lay against Faramir’s thigh and gently sucked it into his mouth, letting his tongue work the thin slit at the tip. If he was going to be a pleasure slave, then by the Valar, he vowed, he would be a good one.

Faramir watched curiously as Haldir moved. He thought perhaps he were simply moving to reach for the blankets which had been kicked to the end of the bed, but then he was taken completely by surprise, when a warm wet mouth surrounded his spent arousal that seemed to surge within his slave’s mouth as if waking. “Ah, Gods, Haldir,” he gasped as he looked down into eyes that seemed to sparkle up at him in the bright moonlight. One hand slid into soft hair, just needing to touch the beautiful Elf while the other hand curled in the sheet beneath him.

The silky flesh began to grow hard at once under his ministrations, and Haldir lifted one hand to gently knead the delicate sac that hung below. In almost no time at all, Faramir was fully hard again, and Haldir could taste him on the back of his tongue. He lowered his mouth, taking every last inch between his lips until his nose was buried in soft curls. Each time the now-leaking head nudged the back of his throat, Haldir swallowed deliberately. This was the first time he’d done this with his new master, and he found that he enjoyed it immensely, simply giving pleasure, as he was now sworn to do. He vaguely thought of touching himself as he worked, but decided that going to sleep with a bit of frustration would be a good thing, and make him more focused on pleasing Faramir early the next morning… or even later that night.

Faramir moaned as the muscles of Haldir’s throat tightened and released around him. Gods, he’d never imagined Haldir would do this of his own volition. It was why Faramir hadn’t demanded it; he’d felt that it simply wouldn’t be as good if someone only pretended to want him. But Haldir acted as if he did. Before Faramir could wonder about that though, he felt a tongue flick against him and then muscles tightening again. His arousal seemed to be as strong as it was earlier, perhaps more so, just knowing that Haldir was offering this freely. His hips shifted and he writhed against the sheets as his body tensed. His release was already building quickly. “Please… oh Gods,” he whimpered as his hips shifted again. He wanted to thrust into the mouth surrounding him, but he held back not wanting Haldir to not enjoy the experience and never do it again.

Seeing that Faramir was doing his best to hold back, Haldir lifted his head up, though he didn’t stop sucking and licking at the thick shaft in his mouth. His hands settled on his master’s hips and he rocked Faramir’s lower body, essentially making him thrust forward and back past his lips. Watching his lover through half-lidded eyes, he redoubled his efforts at making him come undone and began humming lightly around the dripping organ. Gods, I think this year may not be so bad after all, if he gives himself so fully when I touch him…

When Haldir guided his hips, encouraging him to thrust, Faramir was stunned for a moment, but the wonderful feeling the Elf was wringing from him was too overwhelming to dwell on his shock. His hips began to move, thrusting into his lover’s mouth. He groaned as smooth teeth barely grazed over his sensitive flesh and could feel his release building again, the tightening of muscles, the heat in the pit of his stomach. “Haldir… Gods, I’m,” before he could finish his warning though his body went ridged and he arched against the bed as his release spilled from him for the second time that night.

Haldir felt the warning throb of Faramir’s flesh just before his mouth was filled, but had no intention of pulling away. He swallowed everything his master had to offer, then continued to suck gently and nurse the still-sensitive flesh until there was nothing left. As Faramir trembled beneath him, Haldir released the again-spent organ and contented himself with licking at the warm skin as it softened and gave a final, exhausted twitch. When he was finished, he moved back up in the bed and rested his head on Faramir’s stomach, wrapping both arms beneath his lover and squeezing gently. “Thank you for being so kind to me, Faramir, and so generous. I do want to please you in every way possible until I have earned my freedom again.”

His entire body was trembling in the aftermath of his release, and a part of him wanted to pleasure Haldir in return but at the moment he was so exhausted. A day of working hard and then already finding his release not once but twice had made him a boneless, exhausted mess. When Haldir moved closer, hugging him, he could feel a hard arousal against him and started to tell Haldir to pleasure himself and allow Faramir to watch. Though that would probably mean Faramir would get aroused yet again… just the idea made him twitch. But then Haldir’s words sunk in. ‘Until I’ve earned my freedom again.’ He felt a coldness grip his heart and he knew that even if it seemed Haldir were enjoying himself, he would always be looking forward to the day that he would leave. So Faramir simply put his arms around him and nodded. “You do please me,” he whispered softly. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Yawning as he nodded in agreement, Haldir closed his eyes and simply stayed where he was, half laying on Faramir. It was so nice to feel him close again after so many nights of practically sleeping alone despite sharing the same bed, that he wasn’t ready to let him go just yet, not unless he was ordered to. “Good night, Faramir,” he whispered as he turned his head slightly and pressed a kiss to his master’s stomach. “Sleep well.”

Running his fingers idly through, Haldir’s hair, Faramir smiled slightly. “Sleep well, my golden one.” He dozed off in a slightly confused but completely exhausted haze and trying to block out the fact that in less than a years time he would yet again be alone.

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