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Only if… (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

29 June 2007 | 85653 words

Chapter 6

Both Man and Elf woke up still a bit tired, though it was their own fault. It seemed the night before they’d been unable to keep their hands off one another as they’d gone to bed, and spent most of it pleasuring each other until almost sunrise. Faramir though should have known better, now that the cold weather was clearing his men were practicing again. They awoke to the sounds of men shouting downstairs as they worked to set up the targets.

They were wrapped in one another’s arms and both of them groaned when Faramir whispered that he had to go downstairs. He’d smiled at Haldir though, the day was promising to be a beautiful one and so he invited him to go with him.

When they got downstairs Faramir wasn’t surprised to see a few other men had their slaves with them as well enjoying the fresh air. One of his men called to him to settle an argument, so Faramir left Haldir near the low fence that surrounded the small practice area.

Haldir settled beneath the nearest tree and wished the Gondorian laws allowed slaves weapons. He would dearly love to wield a sword or bow and arrow again, but knew there was no chance of that happening until he was freed. He watched Faramir for a few moments, smiling faintly, when Brevir, one of the new, young Rangers came to stand beside him. Nudging Haldir with the tip of his boot, he made sure Faramir wasn’t around and smiled when the golden Elf looked up at him. He was fairly certain he could get away with saying or doing almost anything he liked. After all, who would believe a slave over a Ranger? Deliberately dropping the small vial of cleaning fluid he’d been using on his sword, he reached down and tugged on Haldir’s hair. “Pick that up for me, slave.”

Haldir’s eyes darkened but he remembered his vow not to embarrass Faramir, so he simply reached over and picked the vial up, then offered it to Brevir, who promptly dropped it again. “I could make things easier on you,” Brevir said softly as he knelt beside Haldir. “When Faramir is away, or on the fields, I could keep you from getting… bored. I have a slave of my own, but I seem to keep him worn out with my rather… unusual appetites.” He reached out and rested one hand on Haldir’s arm, snarling when Haldir promptly pulled away.

“I am not interested,” Haldir said, making an effort to keep his voice calm. “But thank you for your offer.”

Brevir’s eyes flashed for a moment at the way he was dismissed by a mere slave. Though he knew it was against the laws of Gondor to touch another’s slave, he was undaunted. His hand wrapped around Haldir’s arm and pulled the Elf up from the ground where he sat. “Perhaps I wasn’t very clear, it wasn’t an offer slave,” he growled low and close to the Elf’s ear to keep anyone from overhearing.

Haldir jerked his arm away and fought the urge to simply wrap his hands around the Man’s neck. The punishment for disobedience was harsh, and he was prepared to deal with that, but he was unwilling to shame Faramir after he’d been so kind to him. “I am not your slave,” he hissed. He knew he should lower his eyes, or simply beg Brevir to leave him alone, but his humility only went so far. “Just leave me alone and we can pretend this never happened, Bre… sir, and we will both be better off for it.”

Brevir raised his hand as the slave hissed at him as if to slap him for his disobedience. It infuriated him more when the Elf tipped his chin up defiantly. But someone nearby cleared their throat and his eyes widened when he saw his captain crossing the lists as if he were ready to kill. Probably him. He had no right to touch his captain’s property. He released the slave and glared at the blond.

Faramir had to keep a tight reign on his temper but every fiber of his body wanted to throttle Brevir for daring to touch Haldir. “What in the Valar’s name is going on, Brevir?” he managed through gritted teeth.

The man looked directly at his captain and lied smoothly. “I merely dropped something and asked your slave to retrieve it since he was sitting so close. But he told me that he is not my slave to get it myself.”

Faramir looked at Haldir. “Is this true?”

“Sir? You doubt my honor? Of course it is true, you don’t need to ask your SLAVE if it is,” Brevir almost shouted, offended that Faramir would even ask the Elf to confirm or deny his story.

Haldir knew he had put both himself and Faramir in an impossible position. No matter how close they’d been lately, he was still a slave. It was just so easy to forget that sometimes. And no matter what, he wasn’t about to stand here and argue with one of Faramir’s peers about what had just happened. No one would dare believe a slave over a Ranger. “Aye. I did tell him I am not his slave,” he said, not even bothering trying to explain why he’d said it.

Faramir looked at Haldir for a moment and back at the other Ranger. Brevir looked relieved by Haldir’s words. Something was being left out of whatever was going on here, he was certain of it. “Brevir, it is true he is most certainly not your slave. That being said I must apologize for his behavior. He is… unaccustomed to orders from anyone but me,” he said trying to smooth things over.

“That, sir isn’t good enough,” Brevir decided.

Without thinking, Haldir looked up at the Ranger furiously and snapped, all thoughts of saving face for Faramir’s sake pushed to the back of his mind in his anger. “Oh, and I suppose you think you should bring me to your bedchambers and teach me a lesson, Ranger? I think not! I could kill you without even breaking a sweat, you know, but first I would take great pleasure in breaking off the ‘weapon’ you would like to punish me with!”

Faramir’s mouth dropped open for a moment, realizing clearly what had probably transpired. After all, Haldir was exceptionally beautiful and he’d seen him garner more than a few appreciative looks when they did venture out together. But silence had fallen across the entire field. Men were gaping; even the other slaves’ eyes were wide in fear for their fellow Elf.

He watched as Brevir’s hand balled into a fist and Faramir stepped forward between them before the other Ranger could hit Haldir. The man’s fist stopped just inches from his own face. He knew better than to strike his captain and Brevir glared at his commander. “I demand satisfaction!”

Faramir glared back at the other man. “If anyone is to punish my slave it’ll be me,” he growled, and spun so quickly he barely saw the shocked look in Haldir’s eyes when he grabbed him and slung the Elf over his shoulder. He quickly made his way upstairs with Haldir almost bouncing his way back to their room. When he kicked open the door he strode to the bed and slung Haldir back onto it, Faramir’s hands already going to his belt.

Furious and humiliated at being hauled from the field like a sack of potatoes, Haldir scrambled up from the bed and dared to glare at his master. So many months without punishment, and now this. He well deserved it, but he was surprised at the anger in Faramir’s face as he unfastened his belt and slipped it from around his waist. “Punish me all you like, but I do not regret my words to him,” he muttered looking around Faramir’s room and wondering if he would be ordered to lean over the bed or the desk. “And I hope you do not expect me to apologize!”

Faramir ignored Haldir’s words as he gripped the belt in his hand. He stepped forward and swung the belt hard, so that it slammed down on the bed with a loud crackling snap that he was certain could be heard downstairs in the still silent practice field. “Scream,” he said.

Haldir stared dumbly at his master for a moment, figuring Faramir was simply warming up for the real flogging. “What? Why should I scream? Elves do not scream.”

Faramir fought back a grin as the belt again cracked loudly against the edge of the bed where the covers were tucked the tightest. “Haven’t you ever been beaten?” his lips twitched. “Let them hear you or they’ll think I’m a weakling,” he added as the third and fourth strokes fell against the bed.

Blue eyes grew wide with understanding, as Haldir finally understood what Faramir was doing. “You mean… you are not… you are not going to punish me?” As he spoke, another slap of the belt rang through the room and the confused Elf stared at his master for a moment, trying to understand him. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t being whipped, but he was certain all the Rangers thought that was exactly what was happening. Apparently, that was what Faramir wanted. He stood by the bed, watching the thin leather crack against the blankets. Reacting out of instinct as the belt came down again, he gave a half-hearted yelp that wasn’t likely to fool anyone, but it was the best he could do at the moment.

Faramir knew the Elf finally realized what was going on when he offered a rather weak yelp. Faramir quirked his eyebrow and grinned at Haldir, almost challenging him with his gaze as he continued to snap the belt against the bed. “Is that the best you can do? Be creative…” he teased almost laughing himself.

Almost against his will, Haldir smiled as well, and moved closer to Faramir, though staying well out of the way of his swinging arm. “That sounds like a challenge… My Lord,” he chuckled. As the belt came down again hard, he waited only a fraction of a second and then screamed loudly. “Is that better?”

Faramir laughed softly when Haldir chuckled. He almost flinched though when the Elf loosed a loud scream and grinned barely able to keep from laughing louder. “Much better, you could add a few promises of obedience in there… swear to worship me on your knees… that sort of thing,” he almost snorted at the look on Haldir’s face. His arm was starting to ache from swinging the belt but now that Haldir was getting into the spirit of things so to speak it was too funny to stop just yet.

Haldir knew Faramir loved it when he touched him without being asked or ordered, and so he decided to make this little performance enjoyable for his master while it served it’s purpose. As he stood there watching Faramir whip the bed, he was feeling something oddly akin to… well, something more than affection, that was for certain. He screamed again as he moved, stopping to stand in front of Faramir, and just a bit over to the side so as not to hinder his arm and the still swinging belt. When Faramir stopped for a moment to rest his arm, Haldir moved closer, lightly kissed the corner of his mouth and wrapped both arms around him. He nibbled on his master’s ear and nuzzled against his neck before turning his head away and loudly swearing to be obedient, apologizing for shaming Faramir. Before the last word was even out his mouth, he was back to his former activity, kissing and licking at the warmth of Faramir’s neck. “Thank you,” he murmured as his hands moved over Faramir’s back as the belt hit the bed again, albeit this time with not quite so much force. “Thank you for treating me so well, even when you do not have to.”

Faramir’s arm finally was aching so much he had to rest it, and part of it may have also had to do with the fact that Haldir had moved close, wrapping his arms around him. Kissing him gently. He switched hands with the belt and wrapped his sore one around Haldir’s waist before taking up swinging the belt again with his rested arm though not his sword arm so the blows sounded weaker. He smiled as Haldir spoke. “I’ve told you, I don’t wish to punish you… ever,” he whispered. He laughed softly when Haldir yelled again, swearing obedience and apologizing. “I think that’s enough,” he said tossing the belt across the room and neither of them flinched when it knocked a heavy book from the night table. His arms were already around the Elf and he was kissing him deeply.

Long Elven fingers worked their way underneath Faramir’s tunic, and Haldir sighed happily as they finally found warm, damp skin. Completely losing himself in the kiss, he pulled his master closer and closed his eyes. Faramir had thrown him over his shoulder and pretended to beat him, and Haldir thought, at the very least, he should resent that, but he found that he couldn’t. He found that a part of him almost wished Faramir really had beat him, so that he could be angry and easier to remind himself that he was nothing more than a slave to the son of the steward. He felt like more than a slave, but of course, that was ridiculous. As they kissed, he thought about the days of slavery he had left – now only a little over 7 months, and for the first time ever felt a stab of sadness. His thoughts were interrupted as they pulled away for air and Haldir rested his head on Faramir’s shoulder. “To you, I will apologize,” he said softly. “He was trying to get me in his bed, and I was simply trying to make it clear that it is YOUR bed I want…” He quickly corrected himself, “I have to be in.”

Faramir’s skin was tingling everywhere Haldir touched him, and their kiss was sweet and passionate. When they finally drew apart he found himself smiling when Haldir said he ‘wanted’ to be in his bed. Even though Haldir corrected his words, he had hope that his first words were the true ones. “In truth I don’t have any idea what occurred, but I am more inclined to believe you over him. Brevir is young, boastful and quite full of himself, I can just imagine what he might have said. I wanted to kill him when I saw his hands on you. He knows the laws, he has no right touching another man’s slave,” he whispered. “Hopefully this will be the end of it… and I’ll make sure he keeps his distance if you wish to come with me to the training field again.” His hands slid down to Haldir’s completely uninjured rear, squeezing and pulling his lover closer. “You will need to act as if you are a bit sore though… and must act suitably subdued if we venture out,” he whispered.

Haldir reached up and took Faramir’s face between his hands, and simply studied his face for a moment. He’d never though his word would be taken over Brevir’s, and though there was little he or Faramir could do about the entire situation now, he felt something inside warm even more toward the man in his arms. He didn’t know what it was he wanted to say, or how to go about even trying to say it. Finally, he had to look away, telling himself that there was nothing to say to his master. Master. He’s your master, not your lover, not your friend. And though he is kind to you, he still has to uphold the laws of his city… you know that. “Aye, I will go with you and act appropriately chastised if you wish for me to,” he whispered, resting their foreheads together. “And I really am sorry I forgot my place back there and embarrassed you.”

“You didn’t embarrass me, in truth it scared me. When he demanded satisfaction I was so afraid I really would have to beat you in front of all of them or give you to the guards for a night and… Gods, as much as I would despise having to actually punish you, the idea of someone else’s hands on you,” he whispered pressing a kiss against Haldir’s forehead. Before either of them could say another word though, there was a soft knock at the door. Faramir sighed. “You stay in here just in case… you certainly don’t look very beaten,” he grinned.

When he opened the door he was relieved it wasn’t one of his men still demanding more punishment for Haldir and tried to look somber as Elreath stood there holding a basket of… Gods, bandages. He almost did laugh then, but the distress in the Elleth’s eyes kept him from it. He stepped back to let her into the room a little. “I don’t think we’ll need the bandages, Elreath,” he said softly though he knew Haldir could hear him in the other room.

The Elleth looked up at him sadly but grateful the loud beating hadn’t broken the skin. “I also brought a salve… if that is all right?” she offered with shaking hands and Faramir smiled then. His hands closed over hers holding out the small jar. “Haldir… I think your friend is worried about you,” he said as he led her toward their bedroom. “You’d honestly be surprised, Elreath. He screams about so very little you know. You’d be amazed how many of those blows didn’t even connect,” he teased and saw her eyes light up when she saw a smiling and perfectly unharmed Haldir standing there. The smile that formed on her lovely face was almost blinding.

Smiling at both Faramir and Elreath, Haldir found that as much as he enjoyed talking to his friend, right now he’d rather spend time alone with Faramir. If ever he transgressed again, and did have to chose between a public flogging and a night with the guards, well, that decision was an easy enough one to make. Shaking his head and stirring from his reverie, he took Elreath’s hand and gave it a slight squeeze. “He did not hurt me at all, but I think I screamed rather well, did I not?”

When Elreath laughed and gave him an impulsive hug, then turned to hug Faramir, Haldir couldn’t help but laugh himself. “Shall I give Elreath time to tend to my… er… wounds, or would you like to stay here with me and let us walk back down together, Lord Faramir?”

“Seeing how I inflicted such horrible injuries on you, I should stay and take care of you myself… duty and all,” Faramir grinned. “Not a word, Elreath, not even to my brother if he questions.”

Laughing very softly she shook her head and squeezed Faramir’s arm. “You truly have no idea how much like your brother you are, my lord. I’ve been on the receiving end of a ruse much like this once. Do you recall when I ‘accidentally’ dumped that entire jug of ale on that noblewoman at the festival a year ago?” Her eyes sparkled when she saw Faramir remember the event and that his father had ordered her punished and Boromir had said he would handle it.

They spoke for only a few more moments before she left, leaving both her basket of bandages and the salve behind. Turning back from the door, Faramir looked at his slave for a moment. “Are you sure you wish to go back down there? You don’t have to you know.”

Haldir considered for a moment, then took Faramir’s hand. He wasn’t sure why, but at this point, he only wanted to do whatever would make his master look better, even if it meant watching the other Rangers smirk at him for the rest of the day. “Would it look better for you if I went and pretended to be in pain, or if I stayed here, as if I hurt too much to move?”

Faramir smiled as Haldir took his hand and raised it to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “I don’t know… I’ve not much experience with this but I believe that I recall Elreath came back to the festival that night. Her eyes were red and swollen as if she’d been crying, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it was tears of laughter not pain now,” he grinned. “I suppose you’ll not want to be outdone by an Elleth though.” And almost laughed at the look in Haldir’s eyes.

Knowing that Faramir really didn’t have to give him a choice, Haldir nodded. “Aye… I think I can manage.” He moved closer and tangled their fingers together much as if they were lovers, and equals. “What if he tries again? Brevir, I mean. If he tries to touch me again, do I just… let him? I know masters can give their slaves away for good or for only a few nights, but… Gods, I do not want his hands on me.” He shuddered again and buried shook his head. “I do not want anyone’s hands on me except yours, though I know what I want does not necessarily matter in the great scheme of things.”

“If he approaches you again you come to me, if you cannot, you yell for me. I promise you, NO ONE will be touching you but me. I don’t want anyone’s hands on you except mine either,” Faramir said feeling glad that Haldir wanted his touch and none other. His arms wrapped tightly around Haldir and held him. “And I will never give you away, the only way you will leave me is at the end of the year.” And that I wish I had never offered now.

Feeling unaccountably sad for a moment, Haldir nodded and unconsciously pulled Faramir just a little closer. “Aye. At the end of the year. Seven months to go… and seven months for me to try and stay out of trouble so I do not need to be… ‘punished’… again.” With a sigh he pulled away, not wanting Faramir to see the sadness in his eyes at the thoughts of waking up alone again, of reading alone in his talan, or taking his meals with no one to talk to. “We should go,” he added quickly, before Faramir could question him. “I am sure they are wondering what is taking so long.”

Seven months. Faramir closed his eyes against the pain he felt and nodded. “We should,” he whispered and took Haldir’s hand. “Just remember to wince when you sit,” he teased trying to brighten their somber mood for just a moment. He took a deep breath and tried to look grumpy and as stern faced as he could then and hoped neither of them would end up bursting into a fit of laughter about the whole ‘beating’.

Just before they stepped back outside, Haldir couldn’t resist teasing his master one last time, even though all the Rangers would surely be looking at them. “When we get back to your rooms tonight, I would love to learn more about that getting on my knees and worshiping you part,” he whispered, licking at his lips suggestively and knowing that no one else could hear them. Oh he would pay for that; he was sure, but in a very, very good way.

Faramir had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from either laughing or grabbing Haldir and dragging him back upstairs to test out the whole worshipping him on his knees part too. Instead he shook his head, and led him back to the area surrounding the practice field. Haldir was playing the part wonderfully. Keeping his head down, walking slowly, even offering a little bit of a limp. The field had gone quiet again. Other slaves were giving Haldir pitying looks, and his men were giving him satisfied looks. Except one. Brevir was still angry apparently, and wasted no time marching up to his captain angrily.

“He’s able to walk? Spared him a bit so you could still enjoy him later did you?” Brevir smirked. “That isn’t enough. This Elf insulted me and I still demand satisfaction! And I wish to do it myself, because despite his screams if I had whipped him he’d still be crying in the floor!”

Faramir glared at the man but didn’t know what to say, he’d hoped this would work, prayed it would, he didn’t want to whip Haldir in front of all of these people.

Damrod, who’d witnessed the entire event between Brevir and Faramir’s slave frowned. He was loyal to Faramir and the look in his captain’s eyes seemed worried and almost pained at the thought of having to punish the slave in front of them. He knew what a private person Faramir was, and how he didn’t like to disrespect the slaves. It was surprising the man had even taken one, but the blond was attractive and spirited, and was apparently exactly the type Faramir wanted. Most slaves were achingly obedient but he knew Faramir’s was a bit mouthy and understood that was something his captain probably enjoyed. Begin the steward’s son there weren’t many who would stand against him, at least not intelligent people, and knowing Faramir as he did he was certain the man grew tired of people pandering to him. Brevir was just a very young, very stupid man and Damrod cared little for him. “Captain, I witnessed the exchange, and quite honestly, your slave only tried to do what he could to protect your property. Brevir touched him, several times without permission. I do not keep slaves myself, but I believe that is… against the law is it not? Touching someone else’s property? Isn’t it a higher crime than a slave protecting himself against such advances?”

As Damrod spoke, a red cloud seemed to settle over Faramir’s eyes, he didn’t hear half the words the man spoke other than Brevir touched him more than once. It happened so quickly he found himself surprised later. He released his hold on Haldir’s hand, grabbed Brevir by the throat and lifted the slightly smaller man off the ground, slamming him against the wall. “If you ever touch him, even LOOK at him again I’ll kill you. You are lucky I don’t cut off your hands now for the offense,” he hissed through clenched teeth. It was several moments later when Faramir finally realized what he was doing and Brevir was turning a quite unsettling shade of blue. He dropped the man and stalked back to where he’d left Haldir. “Make sure he stays out of my sight,” he growled to Damrod. That meant Brevir would be sent to Osgiliath where the fighting was the most intense.

Haldir kept his head bowed, but watched the exchange through his lashes, surprised at the fury in Faramir’s voice and feeling oddly happy about it. It was an effort not to smile, though he had to lower his head even more and allow his hair to fall over the sides of his face to keep from letting anyone see that though his lips weren’t turned up in laughter, his eyes were certainly full of it. That Faramir would send one of his own men away for simply touching him made Haldir feel cherished. He knew he wasn’t really, it was probably only a matter of him being Faramir’s property, but he couldn’t deny the fact that their little act from a few minutes before had made him see his entire situation differently. Knowing that too many eyes were back on him after Brevir was taken away, he dared look up just a bit in Faramir’s direction. “Thank you, Lord Faramir,” he said simply, knowing that everyone would believe he was thanking his master for sending the Ranger away. And he was, in fact but also for what happened in Faramir’s chambers, of which no one else could ever know about.

Faramir simply nodded when Haldir thanked him. Everyone was still staring either at him or at Brevir or Haldir. “Get back to work!” he shouted for the rest of them. “I think I have disrupted this day enough,” he said to Damrod. “We will return upstairs, please send me the results of the target trials when they are over.” He hadn’t said a word to Haldir yet, could hardly look at him, Faramir was afraid he would betray himself with his eyes if he did. All of the other rangers would clearly see the tenderness he felt for Haldir and they would be in even more of a mess than before. He took Haldir’s hand, squeezing it gently, and led him back to where they’d come from only a quarter hour before.

As they headed back toward Faramir’s room, Haldir continued limping and moving slowly, but his mind wasn’t on the Men and Elves who were likely looking at him. Instead, he was wondering how he’d managed to end up as slave to the man who was, undoubtedly, the kindest and most compassionate one in all of Gondor. Though he would never be happy about his enforced slavery, he was grateful to Faramir for so much, though the decision he was quickly coming to had less to do with being grateful than it had to give Faramir the one thing that was left for him to either offer or deny. The door closed behind them, and without a word, Haldir leaned back against the wall and pulled Faramir against him. He was filled with a need for his master unlike any he’d known before. Their lips met and he offered his mouth to Faramir as he wondered how he should go about offering his body as well.

They had remained silent even as they had passed into the halls leading to Faramir’s chamber. Haldir was still playing the part, thankfully so, and Faramir walked slowly for his ‘benefit’. But when they entered the room and closed the door, Haldir’s demeanor changed dramatically, as he leaned against the wall and pulled Faramir close. Faramir’s pulse leapt as his slave offered his lips, and he kissed him deeply, his earlier anger at Brevir seeming to make his kiss more passionate. How dare anyone touch, Haldir? And more than once at that! He’d thought at first that Brevir had merely been suggestive and Haldir had told him no, and that had resulted in the man grabbing him. NOT that he’d touched him prior to that. The possessiveness Faramir felt was almost overwhelming, but at the same time there was tenderness as well. He’d tried the last weeks to push away his feelings for the Elf. Tried even to deny it at times that he’d fallen in love with him, tried to ignore it, but it was always there. In the way he looked at Haldir when he was certain no one else would see him, in the way he would touch him at night. He moaned into the kiss when Haldir’s body moved against his own.

Haldir moaned into the kiss as his arousal began to fill and harden. He knew every inch of Faramir’s body, and Faramir knew his as well, except for the one luxury he’d never demanded, though he would have been within his rights if he had. Pulling away from the kiss, he panted for air as he unlaced Faramir’s tunic then his own, but he didn’t let their gazes meet until he’d managed to untie his own breeches and shove them down to the floor. “Faramir, Gods, I want you,” he murmured as he toed off his boots and stepped out of the fabric gathered around his ankles.

Faramir was panting as well when they parted, and found himself entranced as his Elf undressed before him, and then murmured that he wanted him. His arousal, now hard and already starting to leak twitched. Hearing the words that Haldir wanted him it wasn’t false, it wasn’t just said for his benefit, he could tell. “Obviously, I want you too,” he grinned not realizing what all Haldir was offering him. His hands went to his own breeches and then stalled. “Undress me… let me feel your hands and lips on me as you do,” he whispered. His commands were almost always a request with Haldir.

Letting his hands touch every inch of skin possible, Haldir pushed Faramir’s tunic over his shoulders and leaned forward to lick at a peaked nipple. “Yes, my Lord,” he murmured, perfectly content to be told what to do at the moment. He would have never admitted it, but he loved knowing what Faramir wanted, loved being instructed in how to make his master feel as much pleasure as possible. Taking the pebbled skin between his lips, he teased it gently as the tunic finally fell to the floor, then began kissing a slow, wet trail down Faramir’s chest and stomach, stopping to let his tongue delve into his navel before moving lower. Unlacing the dark fabric of his master’s breeches, Haldir pressed his face against his lover’s stomach, loving the way the soft, curly hairs beneath Faramir’s navel felt against his cheek.

Faramir’s breathing was unsteady as his slave whispered and moved down his body. His nipple was teased, forcing Faramir to arch against him, then Haldir’s soft lips traveled lower, tongue and lips teasing him erotically. Faramir’s fingers threaded into soft blond hair, and he tugged just a little getting his lover to look up at him. They remained that way for a moment, simply staring into one another’s eyes until finally Haldir’s gaze drifted down again and he licked at Faramir’s stomach drawing a low moan from the man.

If Haldir had had any doubts whatsoever about what he was about to offer, they were gone as soon as he’d looked into Faramir’s eyes. He didn’t understand what it was he was seeing in his master’s gaze, but he did want this, did want Faramir to make love to him. Faramir had allowed him to hold this one part of himself back, had never asked or demanded, or even mentioned wanting more than they had. Giving himself fully was the only way he could think of to show Faramir that he understood how things were, and how they both wished they could be under other circumstances. Letting his fingers wrap firmly around the hard length before him, Haldir let his lips move slowly over the weeping head, then along the shaft a few times, wetting the organ from root to tip. Before Faramir could begin to thrust however, he pulled away and stood, leaning back against the wall as their gazes met again. “Take me,” he whispered as he watched Faramir’s eyes darken at the softly spoken request.

Faramir moaned softly as Haldir’s lips touched his aching length. How could anyone drive him to such responses was beyond him. In mere moments Haldir had him hard and aching and trembling with need. When Haldir drew away though only after seemingly just teasing him Faramir looked at him as he stood and for a moment it seemed he didn’t understand the words. As they sank in though, his eyes darkened and he leaned forward, kissing Haldir deeply. A part of him simply wanted to lift Haldir into his arms and thrust into him right now, but he had vowed to never hurt the beautiful Elf. He drew back from the kiss, panting again, and glanced around. They were near the doorway still and he looked for something to ease the way. Not finding anything handy he contemplated carrying Haldir to the bed, but Gods he didn’t wish to wait even for that. He was half afraid Haldir might change his mind so he drew back a little. “Lick my fingers,” he whispered. “I don’t wish to hurt you but I don’t think I can wait to find something else to ease the way.”

Breathing heavily, Haldir reached for Faramir’s hand at once and began licking at his first two fingers. Now that he’d made his decision, he didn’t want to wait either, not for a moment longer than necessary. He made quick work of the digits and crooked one leg up on the table next to him, exposing himself completely. Gods, he already ached unlike ever before, and he was certain he’d never felt such a deeply seated, primal need in all his life. “Hurry,” he murmured, bending the leg he was standing on and opening himself even further. “Please, Faramir… move quickly. I need you inside me.”

Fire seemed to race though him as Haldir licked his fingers, and then his words almost undid him completely. His hand dropped between Haldir’s legs and he began to first brush his finger against the tight entrance, circling it once, twice and then dipping inside until he felt resistance. He kissed Haldir then, kissed him deeply, and pressed onward, his finger breeching his lover and pausing each time the muscles gripped him tightly. After only a few moments though, one finger was buried deep, thrusting gently, curling to find that perfect spot inside him. When it did, he felt Haldir’s body react, heard his intake of breath, his moan, and soon his finger was slipping easily inside him and he added the second. Twisting his fingers inside his lover, opening him as quickly but as gently as he could Faramir kissed Haldir’s neck. “I need you,” he murmured before his fingers slipped away. He reached down and spread the leaking fluid on the head of his arousal down the length before moving forward and pressing the head against his lover. He lifted Haldir against the wall a little, and pulled him back down impaling him slowly. “Gods,” he groaned against sweat slick skin.

It had been years since Haldir was taken, and if anyone had told him that he would be here now, willingly, by a man who happened to be his Master, he would have laughed and told them they were insane. But Faramir was no ordinary man, and certainly no ordinary master, and, as his entrance stretched and slowly allowed the thick column of flesh to slip inside him, Haldir could think of nothing, not even his freedom, that could have felt any more perfect. His arms wrapped loosely around Faramir’s neck and his head fell back against the wall as he was filled so completely. The slight ache was quick to fade, and in almost not time at all, he’d wound his other leg around Faramir’s waist, kissing his lover again and rocking his hips, practically the only movements he could make considering he had almost no leverage.

Faramir breathed heavily as he waited for the muscles clamped around him to relax enough to move, when they did, he began to move, loving that Haldir was rocking against him and kissing him so passionately. His hands gripped his lover’s hips and he thrust up into the willing body surrounding him. The angle was somewhat awkward against the wall, he couldn’t get his arms around Haldir well enough it seemed, so with one hand he reached over and brushed everything lying on the table beside them onto the floor and carried Haldir over to it, setting him on the edge, and thrusting even deeper inside him at that angle. “Oh Gods,” he whispered. “So tight… so perfect.”

Murmuring almost incoherently in every language he knew, Haldir let himself be taken, holding nothing back. They’d needed each other, before, but this seemed different somehow, though the tiny, rational part of his mind told him it was just because this was their first time together like this. He tilted his hips and met his lover thrust for thrust, arching his head back and pulling Faramir’s mouth against his neck, wanting to be marked both inside and out by this man who was his master. Judging by the way Faramir was thrusting so hard and deeply inside him, neither of them was going to last long. His hand slid down between his legs and he moaned as he touched himself, stroking his now almost painfully hard arousal in time with their movements and crying out his lover’s name each time his sweet spot was slammed into.

Faramir smiled against Haldir’s neck when he pulled him close, before his lips sealed against the warm slick skin and he began marking him, sucking hard and soothing with his tongue. When Haldir moaned though, Faramir’s hand released his hip, now that the table was supporting his lover, and pushed his lover’s hand away. “No,” he murmured against his neck. “Let me.” His own hand began stroking his lover in time with his deep fast thrusts into him. His hand was slick with fluid within moments and slid easily along the hard length. Feeling his release building quickly, Faramir buried his face against Haldir’s neck and moaned loudly when his balls drew up tight against him. Only seconds later he spilled hot and slick inside his lover for the first time and Gods it was more perfect than he’d ever imagined. He was breathless but still he continued to thrust as the tight muscles milked him of every last drop of his release.

Gasping as his hand was pushed away and Faramir’s took over, Haldir almost came in that moment alone. He struggled to control himself, and actually managed for a few moments before he suddenly felt his lover spill inside him. The sensation made his arousal jerk violently in Faramir’s hand and his entire body spasmed around the hard flesh inside him. His release slammed into him, and he came hard, painting his lover’s hand and both their stomachs and chests. He didn’t even realize he was calling out Faramir’s name quite loudly until he’d done so several times, but at that point was too boneless and relaxed to even care. Leaning forward, he rested against his master’s body, breathing heavily and trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Faramir leaned back just enough that when Haldir’s orgasm hit he was able to watch the beautiful face contort in ecstasy. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and hearing his name called out that way seemed to make his entire body fill with even more warmth. Though he realized Haldir’s cries were probably heard downstairs and he began to grin. “They are going to think me a true monster you know… beating you till you scream and now making you scream my name,” he teased. “I’ll have a horrible reputation.” He really wasn’t annoyed in the least though.

Haldir smiled at his lover and brushed a damp lock of hair from his temple. “I think we should work on that horrible reputation quite often,” he retorted. “This wasn’t a one-time offer, you know.” He nuzzled against Faramir’s neck, still smiling and feeling deliciously satiated. “Gods, now I am wondering why it took me this long.”

Faramir laughed softly and pressed a kiss against Haldir’s hand as it lingered after brushing his hair away. “You… you didn’t do this because… well… of gratitude did you? I’m not complaining but… well,” he looked down feeling his face flush. “All I ever want is for you to want me for… me… not for any other reason. It’s… it’s why I’ve not… been demanding of you,” he whispered. It seemed an odd conversation to have with himself still half hard and buried deep inside his lover and started to draw back.

Tightening his legs around Faramir’s waist, Haldir forgot his place for the moment and refused to let him pull away. “I am thankful for all you have done – and not done – for me,” he said softly, tilting his head forward until their eyes could meet again. “But that was not why I wanted this. As much as I have tried to convince myself otherwise, it is you I want. I cannot say I will ever be comfortable with the whole master/slave issue but it is not my master I want ~ it is the Man I cannot seem to get enough of, despite myself.” As he spoke, he contracted his inner muscles around Faramir’s still substantial length and moaned softly, as if to emphasize his words.

Faramir swallowed hard as Haldir spoke. Hearing that he wanted him was the best thing he thought he could possibly hear. He might have answered Haldir, might have told him any number of things, but in that moment his lover moved, and his still partially hard length throbbed within tight heat. “Gods, what you do to me… I’ve never wanted anyone so much as you, Haldir,” he whispered kissing him sweetly. He pulled Haldir closer, lifted his lover into his arms, and carried him to the bed even while he was still buried deep inside him.

Haldir simply clung to his lover with both arms and legs, and nuzzled against his neck as they moved. “Gods, I sometimes wish I did not want… and need you this much but I cannot seem to help it,” he murmured. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered what he was going to do when his year was up, and he was freed. Hopefully, he thought, he would be over his near-obsession with the man who was known all over Gondor as his master. The trouble was, he had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t be by any stretch of the imagination. He was laid down as carefully as if he were made of the most fragile glass and smiled up at Faramir for treating him so gently, as he suspected he would be sore for a few days from their earlier frantic activities. “More, Faramir,” he whispered against his lover’s ear. “I want more…”

Faramir shivered as Haldir spoke. I wish I could give you so much more than just this. He shifted his hips a little and smiled at the quick intake of breath he was rewarded with. Quickly growing to full hardness again, Faramir let his hands roam over his lover as he shifted his hips slowly. His lips found Haldir’s again and they kissed much more gently than they had earlier.

Letting his hands roam over Faramir’s back and arms, Haldir sighed into the kiss and let his eyes fall shut. They were moving slowly and sensuously, as if they had all the time in the world, and as right as their earlier coupling had seemed, this was even better. Each movement was deliberate and unhurried, and each time Faramir thrust inside him, Haldir grew a bit harder. Gods, he could lie here like this for hours, feeling Faramir moving inside him, kissing him so tenderly, and treating him as if they were long-time lovers instead of master and slave. “Gods, Faramir,” he whispered when they pulled away for air. His entire brain felt foggy from the sheer pleasure of the moment, and he didn’t even bother trying to consider his words before they fell from his lips. “Please, do not stop… do not ever stop…”

Faramir’s breath caught in his chest as Haldir spoke to him as if they were lovers. The entire day had been so strange; the fear when he thought the other Rangers would demand he punish Haldir publicly, then later the hilarity of pretending to beat Haldir for their benefit, and then his anger at Brevir… and now this. Haldir offered himself and they’d needed one another so badly it had been so very frantic, but now… now they were, for Faramir’s part at least, making love. He moved slowly, drawing his hips back until he was almost free of his lover’s body and then sank forward again, each stroke building the fire of desire inside him. His lips and hands worshipped the Elf beneath him, caressing from shoulder to hand, from side to hip and upper thigh and back. His lips teased at Haldir’s neck, sucking and marking him gently alongside the earlier marks. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he admitted.

Haldir moaned softly and tilted his head back, for the first time craving the marks on his skin that proclaimed him owned by another. “Neither have I,” he whispered. “In all my long years, I do not think I have ever craved anyone as much as I crave every single part of you… your lips, your mouth, your hands, your body…” Gods, I wish our circumstances could be different. I wish I’d known you as anything other than your slave.

Faramir hoped Haldir’s words were true, he could see no falseness in his eyes, but a part of him worried that he was only speaking the words out of the desire to be a good slave. That is what worried him the most, that all of this, all of the times they had shared such passion and desire was all part of their roles. That when the time came for Haldir’s release from their agreement, he will simply walk away without a backwards glance. Even so, Faramir couldn’t stop himself from loving him. His lips settled over his slave’s, kissing him tenderly and they began to move together even faster. Each thrust, each sensual movement driving them both closer to completion yet again.

As their gazes met, Haldir could see some worry in Faramir’s lust-darkened blue eyes, but he told himself that he shouldn’t concern himself with it… he was a pleasure slave, not a counselor, or a friend, though sometimes he truly felt like one. Arching up off the bed, he decided to stop thinking, and just live in the moment, however, and met his lover thrust for thrust as he felt the heat in the center of his groin building. He didn’t want to touch himself, not yet, preferring, for some unimaginable reason, to wait and watch Faramir come first. “Do not hold back,” he whispered as he looked down between his legs and watched the red and swollen flesh plunging inside him again. His cock twitched at the sight, yet moments later he looked up and concentrated on Faramir’s face. “Come for me, Faramir… let me feel you.”

Faramir was shaking as he tried to hold back, tried to wait and draw this moment out as long as he could. When Haldir spoke though, whispered to him breathlessly, he couldn’t hold back anymore. His pace increased even more then, delving deep into his lover as he moved, brushing against that perfect spot within his partner. With only a few more deep thrusts he could no longer control it, the heat inside him seemed to spread out and he shouted Haldir’s name as he thrust deeply one last time and spilled within the gripping heat.

The look on Faramir’s face as he came for the second time was incredible, and Haldir could only watch in wonder as his body welcomed his lover’s release deep inside. He was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, and despite his own need, he couldn’t seem to move or look away long enough to even touch himself. He simply stared unabashedly for long moments, until the last of his lover’s orgasm left him. He was so close already, that one squeeze of his inner muscles and one arch of his hips that caused his erection to slide up against Faramir’s lower stomach was all it took for him to spill as well. He laid panting and trembling, then reached up and pulled Faramir down on top of him, completely ignoring the mess between them. He didn’t hold him because he had to, but simply because there was nothing else on all of Arda he wished to do.

Faramir was still trembling when Haldir arched against him, and he found himself amazed, lost in his lover as he spilled between them from just the friction of their bodies alone. When Haldir pulled him down and wrapped his arms around him, Faramir did the same, sliding his arms beneath his lover and holding him close. They were covered in sweat and slick release between them, but he didn’t wish to move. Faramir buried his face against his lover’s neck, breathing heavily. He didn’t know what to say so he simply remained silent. After a few minutes passed his now spent arousal slipped from inside his lover and he groaned softly and moved to lie beside Haldir. His hand slid down his lover’s chest and laughed softly about the slick mess he found there. “We are a mess,” he commented with a grin but then drew his hand up to lick at the cooling fluid on his fingertips.

Haldir’s already pale skin turned paler as Faramir brought his come-covered fingers to his lips and he let out a low moan. “Gods, you are going to kill me,” he murmured. He turned and practically wrapped himself around his lover, sighing contentedly. “How about we take a nap then a bath… together?” It really wasn’t his place to suggest such a thing, but they were alone, and it seemed like a very, very good idea at the moment.

Faramir laughed softly at Haldir’s reaction and pulled him close when he was covered with a very relaxed Elf. “I think those sound like lovely ideas,” he whispered softly. “And… thank you for this… whatever brought you to offer this… thank you. I would never have demanded it, though I did want you,” his words were spoken softly and he pressed a soft against Haldir’s golden hair.

Smiling as he listened to Faramir’s heartbeat begin to slow, Haldir nodded. “I know you would not have. It would have been your right to demand that I give you permission… and I would have. It is amazing how easy the decision was tonight – probably because you never had demanded.”

Faramir smiled as Haldir spoke and sighed softly. “Don’t think I didn’t want to a few thousand times,” he grinned. “Let’s rest now and we can have a bath then a late dinner.” He shifted so that a pillow was more comfortable beneath his head, and pulled Haldir close to snuggle against him.

Haldir nodded, then leaned up and gave Faramir a chaste kiss on the cheek before resting back against him. “Sleep well, my Lord,” he whispered, not even realizing he’d slipped back into the formal address they had to adopt outside these rooms. Before he realized it though, he was sound asleep, with a peaceful smile on his face.

Before Faramir could correct his slave, he heard soft snoring and simply smiled. “What am I going to do when you leave?” he sighed. He decided to make the best of the time they had from this moment forward. There were still almost seven entire months before the end of the agreement. Not long enough. Forever couldn’t be long enough.

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