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Only if… (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

29 June 2007 | 85653 words

Chapter 7

The next morning Faramir slipped from the bed earlier than normal. His mind was so caught up in the events from the day before he was unable to sleep. It could have gone so badly. He might have had to actually punish Haldir and he wasn’t sure he could do it if it came to that. It hadn’t, but it would have been so easy for it to have happened differently. If Damrod hadn’t spoken up… if Brevir had been of higher rank… so many things. He was sitting on the small couch in the other room when he heard a soft knock.

“Boromir?” he asked surprised his brother was there at such an early hour. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I have some things to take care of today and wasn’t sure when I might see you. I… I heard what happened yesterday,” he said as Faramir let him into the room. “I wanted to hear from you what went on rather than rumors.”

Sighing, Faramir invited his brother to sit down and began to explain what happened with Brevir. Even Boromir was shocked at the young ranger’s audacity and said he’d have handled it much the same way. Including the ‘punishment’ which Elreath told him was the same as her own had been after the festival. Faramir smiled about that.

“Sometimes we are too alike I guess,” he grinned.

“Not in all things. I… frankly, I’m surprised you even have a slave. You were always so against it. Always speaking on behalf of them, defending slaves to our father and others… you realize you, well I hate to say it but you look like a hypocrite now.”

Faramir listened silently and nodded in agreement. “I know. Don’t think I haven’t thought about this every single day since claiming Haldir. I… I can’t explain it. I wish I could, brother, but I can’t. I saw him and in that moment, every ideal I seemed to have seemed to disappear under the weight of wanting him.”

Boromir nodded understanding such desire. Elreath was not a pleasure slave, she was to only be a house servant, but he’d been so taken with the beautiful Elleth that he’d pursued her, much to his father’s dismay. He had not taken another pleasure slave since he’d met the Elleth. They did not share quarters as Faramir did with Haldir, but it didn’t seem to matter. She was his and once several years ago he had offered her freedom and she had said no. She did not wish to leave Gondor, to leave him, and had chosen instead to stay as a servant to the household. None understood it, but as far as Boromir was concerned when it came to his home and his affairs, Elreath was the closest thing to a true partner he would probably ever have. He was as the oldest son already promised to marry a prominent nobles daughter but he knew he would never care for them the way he did Elreath. He wanted to ask Faramir if he was in love with Haldir, a part of him suspected his little brother suffered the same fate he had. Falling in love with the one person he could never openly express his feelings for but refrained from it. He was horrible at such discussions and didn’t want Faramir to feel as if he were accusing him of being a traitor to their people as many who fell in love with Elves were accused.

“Is he yours forever then?” Boromir asked curiously.

Faramir looked down at his hands. “No. Stupidly I suppose, I agreed to let him have his freedom after one year and one day,” he half grinned when he looked up. “It seemed the easiest thing to do to keep him from growling at me so much that first day.”

Boromir smiled at the memory of the other men talking about how spirited Haldir had been when they’d captured him. “I see. And you’ll honor it?”

“Of course I’ll honor it!” Faramir blurted out and then lowered his voice. “Even if I don’t want to, yes, I’ll honor it. I made a promise to him and I’ll not go back on my word.”

Boromir nodded. “I suppose you should make the best of the time you have with him then.”

Faramir’s eyes darkened and he nodded. “Yes. I’d like to think we aren’t wasting many moments,” he smiled slightly and Boromir laughed.

“I don’t need details… though if you ever need ideas,” he teased as he stood up. “I’ve a bit more experience with slaves than you.”

“I think I can manage,” Faramir said slightly embarrassed at the idea of asking his older brother for ‘ideas’.

Boromir laughed and shook his head. “Ah, I can still manage to make you blush… makes me proud,” he teased as he walked to the door. “You should keep him away from the practice arena for a few days… give the men time to think of new gossip.”

Faramir walked with his brother to the door. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Haldir slowly turned the page of his book and settled more comfortably on the couch in Faramir’s room. He couldn’t help but wince slightly, even as he smiled at the ache in his backside. Since he’d first given himself to Faramir, neither of them had been able to get enough of each other, though that wasn’t too terribly different from the months before, when Haldir had been allowed to take Faramir. It was the best kind of ache, though, as far as he was concerned, and if Faramir were to walk in right now and give him half a notion that he wanted him again, then Haldir would be more than willing. With the smile still playing on his lips, his thoughts were on his master, even as he read his book and he couldn’t help but daydream about when Faramir would return from his errands.

The day had been long and tiring. Dealing with his father’s council always was a chore and he hated listening to the old boring men argue about the same things for hours. Of course his father had conveniently given the task to him, and stayed in his own room with Melvir and Boromir had been gone as well. He’d been taking care of trading for more horses and so it left Faramir to deal with the council alone. He was grateful that his father allowed him such important duties, but at the same time hated doing it.

It was evening by the time he was heading back to his room he shared with Haldir and when he opened the door, he smiled as he saw the Elf settled on the couch reading. Haldir was engrossed in either the book or his thoughts and hadn’t looked up yet, so Faramir simply stood near the doorway watching him. Gods, he was beautiful. It seemed each and every day his beauty grew in Faramir’s eyes.

The last week since Haldir had offered himself had been wonderful, but the Elf seemed to sometimes hold back a question. As if he wanted to know what Faramir wanted him to do. Watching him for another moment, Faramir wondered if Haldir would balk or if he actually would follow an order from him? He’d never imposed his right as master on Haldir really. At times yes, but not often at all and most of the time his words came as a request than an order.

Clearing his throat he smiled as Haldir looked up at him, and when the Elf started to stand he shook his head. “Don’t get up. Just let me look at you,” he said after Haldir gave him an odd look.

Wondering why Faramir would want to just look at him, Haldir nevertheless stayed silent. He’d tried to please Faramir, even in the privacy of Faramir’s bedchambers, when he could speak or mostly act rather freely, but he wasn’t always sure he’d succeeded. He knew he talked back too much, but on the few occasions Faramir told him what he wanted, Haldir had more than happily acquiesced, thankful to learn how to better please him. Without saying a word, Haldir smiled at his master, and nodded, then licked at his lips, hoping to entice him, though he looked a bit tired from his long day at work.

Faramir grinned when Haldir licked his lips and his mind struck on an idea. Something he’d actually wanted since the first moment he’d laid eyes on the beautiful Elf but never had commanded him to do. He’d been careful with Haldir, wanting above all for him to trust him. There wasn’t any way Faramir could have gained pleasure from his slave if he felt that the Elf feared him even a little bit so he’d held back. But this… really what he wanted now wasn’t anything that anyone should fear. Perhaps be a little embarrassed by but Gods, how could one be embarrassed when their partner wanted them so much? So he took a chance, it was likely Haldir would talk back, and if the Elf seemed like he was displeased with the idea, Faramir knew he wouldn’t continue it. “Now. Stand up, and take your tunic off,” he ordered though his words were not spoken unkindly.

Haldir raised an eyebrow and his smile grew wider, though he knew to even smile at all was rather cheeky. He wasn’t sure if Faramir was serious, but, Gods, he hoped so. He was loath to admit it, but deep down, he knew that being told what to do and how to do it was rather erotic… and exciting. He’d never told Faramir that of course, but since Faramir had never even seemed to want to order him around, he didn’t think it would matter anyway. He stood and began removing his tunic, but couldn’t resist teasing a bit to try and see just how serious his master was. He hoped he was very serious. “It’s a bit chilly to be running around without a tunic,” he retorted. “Are you taking yours off too, or am I just going to prancing around half naked all by myself?”

Faramir laughed softly and crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned back against the wall and shook his head even as he watched pale skin being revealed for him. “Ah but you won’t be only half naked,” he grinned. “Take off your breeches as well… but do it slowly.” His grin widened as Haldir looked up at him. “I promise you won’t freeze.”

A tingle of excitement raced through Haldir’s body as Faramir spoke. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but despite Faramir’s easy grin, he seemed serious on having his slave obey him. And oddly enough, that was just fine with Haldir, at least for the moment. “Yes, my Lord,” he said, trying his best to keep a straight face even as he began to become aroused. He unlaced the thin leather covering his sex, completely unsurprised that he was already getting half hard from the few words Faramir had spoken. Slowly, he worked the dark fabric down his hips and his upper thighs, his eyes on Faramir and his breathing becoming harder by the second.

Faramir could feel himself growing hard as each inch of pale skin was revealed. Haldir was exquisite and he licked his lips. He knew what that skin tasted like, knew every little place on Haldir’s body it seemed, but he was more than willing to do much more exploration, though not yet. When Haldir was completely nude before him, he smiled as he saw that this was arousing Haldir as well. “Take your hair down too…” he said referring to the warrior braids and smiled as his command was followed. The golden combs set aside on the small table, and Haldir’s hair cascaded down around his shoulders. “Now, touch yourself,” he said softly.

Again, Haldir licked his lips and felt his heart beat quicken. Long, golden hair fell around his shoulders and he didn’t bother pushing it back, knowing Faramir loved to see it in disarray after they’d been intimate. He felt a bit… exposed, but if this was what Faramir wanted, or needed, he was glad to finally know as much. Reaching down with both hands, he cupped his testicles with the right and slowly began stroking himself with the left, his eyes never leaving his master’s. “Like this?” he asked softly, shivering as his flesh filled and lengthened in his hand.

Faramir swallowed hard and licked his lips. “Yes,” he whispered. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself,” he answered after a moment. He watched as Haldir’s hands moved over the ever-hardening flesh and though a part of him wished it were his hands touching Haldir, it was incredibly erotic just to watch. He had to fight the urge to allow his hands to drop to his own hard length, but he wanted to wait. After several minutes he could see fluid glisten at the tip of Haldir’s arousal and he grinned. “Taste yourself,” he whispered huskily.

Haldir’s eyes darkened at once, but he slid his thumb over the now leaking tip of his arousal and gathered the fluid seeping out. “I’d rather have your hands on me you know,” he murmured. He nevertheless lifted his fingertips to his lips and licked at them, moaning at the taste of himself, something he’d rarely tasted before except in Faramir’s kisses after he’d taken him in his mouth. “But I am always happy to know what turns you on.” Without waiting to be told, he reached down and gathered another drop, then licked it away as well. He dared to look down and see that there was a distinct bulge in Faramir’s breeches, and couldn’t help but feel pleased.

Watching as Haldir’s tongue licked at his fingers, Faramir felt himself throb within the confines of his breeches. Gods, he’d not be able to watch this much more before he’d turn into a mindless beggar himself, begging Haldir to touch him. He watched as Haldir continued to stroke himself, and every few moments draw his fingers up to lick them. He finally moved away from the wall and closer to the object of his desire. “Get on your knees,” he said softly as his eyes roamed freely over Haldir’s body.

Haldir swallowed back the lump in his throat and felt his mouth begin to water as Faramir came closer. “Yes, my Lord,” he said softly, not wanting to mess this up with any rude comments. Not yet, anyway, not until he (hopefully) had his master’s flesh in his mouth and could mix the taste of the clear fluid that was now staining the front of his breeches with the taste that was still on Haldir’s own tongue. His hands kept moving over himself as he knelt down on his knees and watched Faramir, not even realizing he was holding his breath.

Faramir didn’t allow himself to touch Haldir yet, simply stood with his hands clenched at his sides as the golden Elf knelt so submissively before him. “Unfasten my breeches,” he whispered. “But you may not touch me yet.” He almost bit off his own tongue for that order but wanted to see how Haldir would react to it. Did the Elf really want this after all?

“You are trying to see how far I can go before you make me die of lust, are you? not” Haldir muttered under his breath, though he’d just vowed not to spoil the moment. “Naturally you order me to do the one thing I want to do most…” As he spoke, he rested one hand on each of Faramir’s hips, hoping that the rule of speaking freely in this room still applied even when he was being given orders. Looking up through his lashes at his master’s face, he caught the end of one lace from Faramir’s breeches between his teeth and pulled at it, then continued loosening each loop as gracefully as he could using only his teeth.

Faramir felt relief wash through him, along with even more desire as Haldir grumbled about not being able to touch him. He bit back a grin but after a moment he moaned softly as he watched his slave use his teeth to tug away the tight laces of his breeches. Once they were open, and cool air met his skin he sighed and watched as his arousal leapt forward as if straining on it’s own for the wet heat of Haldir’s mouth. His fingernails were digging into his palms at his sides. “Now, you may touch me,” he whispered.

It didn’t even occur to Haldir to hesitate. Before the last word was out of Faramir’s mouth, the Elf was moving forward and letting his lips sink down around the thick length before him. A single drop of fluid from the tip spread over his lips as he moved forward, then another, larger drop coated the back of his tongue. He took Faramir in deep, swallowed around him, and sucked hard, wanting his desire to be clearly seen… and felt.

When Haldir didn’t hesitate, simply took him in, sending Faramir almost over the edge just with that alone, he finally allowed his hands to touch. They slid into soft hair, unimpeded by the warrior braids Haldir normally wore, just slipping into soft silk as his entire body seemed to ignite. He was breathing heavily, and spoke softly. “Touch yourself too…”

Haldir nodded, without withdrawing from his task. Keeping one hand on his master’s hip, the other snaked back down between his legs and began tugging on his cock. A low moan caused his throat and mouth to vibrate around the column of flesh in his mouth, but he didn’t pull away. He set a slow rhythm with both his mouth and his hand, letting Faramir’s fingers tangle in his hair to guide him.

Gasping and moaning softly from the sound and feel of Haldir’s moan, Faramir’s fingers tightened in Haldir’s hair but not enough to hurt him, perhaps more to ground them both. Once he was nearly at the edge again though, he could feel Haldir’s body trembling so near his own, could hear him breathing, and knew they were both close to losing control. He tugged on Haldir’s hair and finally when the Elf looked up at him, and moved back, Faramir almost whimpered from the loss, but urged him to stand. He kissed him deeply then stepping back until he sat down in a chair, pulled Haldir down with him. They’d made love that morning, Faramir had taken Haldir as he lay beside him and he hoped he were still slick and open for him. His fingers moved between his slave’s legs even as their mouths stayed sealed together and pressed into him. Just as he suspected the muscle gave easily and was still slick. Without breaking their kiss he lifted Haldir in his lap and pulled him down onto his aching arousal. Their mutual cries were lost in one another’s mouths.

Faramir filled him so completely, Haldir was sure he would never have a lover more suited to him in all his life. “Oh, Gods, Faramir,” he murmured, pulling away from the kiss breathlessly as the thick organ pierced him to his very core. He worked his hips, moving slowly up and down the rigid length as their mouths met again, and he whimpered with pleasure each time the head of Faramir’s cock brushed over his sweet spot. The muscles in his inner thighs were tight as his legs straddled his lover’s, but he spread them even more, tightening his grip on the flesh inside him. Pulling away again, he tried to catch his breath enough to speak. “May I touch myself again my Lord?”

Hearing his name murmured so breathlessly, made his pulse leap even faster and Faramir moved faster, thrusting up into his lover, even as Haldir pushed down as if trying to drive his length even further inside. “Gods,” he murmured as he watched Haldir, his face was lit with such obvious pleasure that it was breathtaking. Though he startled at the question and shook his head. “No… not yet,” he whispered wrapped his own hand tight around HAldir’s shaft, making sure he couldn’t come yet. He thrust faster, grunting with the effort until he finally exploded inside his lover with such force his vision dimmed for a moment. “Gods, Haldir,” he moaned loudly, and after only a few deep breath’s, he lifted his lover and lay him down on the soft rug. He whimpered as he slid from inside the gripping heat. Faramir kissed his way down the sweat slick skin, until he reached where his hand still held Haldir’s arousal tightly. Quickly he took him into his mouth, and felt his heart dance in his chest from the way Haldir moaned.

Haldir was almost mad with need and frustration as Faramir’s fist wrapped around him, but didn’t even attempt to stroke him, though he was momentarily distracted as for the second time that day he was filled with the heat of his lover’s release pulsing inside him. That alone almost sent him over the edge, but in no time at all, Faramir was slipping from inside him, and Haldir could feel a slick trail of fluid leaking out of his well-used opening as well. Before he could protest at the emptiness and beg to be allowed to come, Faramir’s mouth was on him and he could no longer even think, let alone talk. Though he tried not to, he began to thrust erratically into the warm confines of his master’s mouth. His fingers tangled in long, dark hair and he managed to murmur a warning before he came hard, filling Faramir’s mouth and throat again and again in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

Faramir took all that Haldir had to offer, allowing him to thrust into his mouth even as his orgasm took him. He could feel the force of it hitting the back of his throat, could feel the muscles trembling beneath him and swallowed every drop. He could taste both himself and Haldir mixed on his tongue and it seemed to make the moment even more perfect for him. He drew away breathlessly, and licked at the tip of the spent arousal. He was panting heavily and collapsed beside Haldir on the rug. “Are… are you all right?” he asked after realizing he’d been less than gentle when taking Haldir, and remembering just how often he’d taken his lover since he’d been granted that.

Haldir crooked one leg possessively over Faramir’s thighs and sighed happily. “All right? I am more than all right. I am exhausted and just had one of the most erotic experiences in my life, not to mention I finally have an idea of what you like, so I can really pleasure you even more in the months to come…” He yawned again, and looked quite satisfied with himself. “So, yes, my Lord, I am quite all right.”

Faramir leaned up on his elbow and watched as he saw just how satisfied and happy the Elf looked. And… tired, and they were both quite sticky with semen and sweat. Faramir pressed an impulsive kiss against smiling lips and sat up. Before Haldir could move though, he scooped him into his arms and carried him to the bath. “I’m pleased. You realize… I would never tell you to do anything that would bring you harm don’t you?” he asked as he sat down on the edge of the bath, holding Haldir in his lap as he turned on the water.

Snuggling closer against Faramir’s warmth, Haldir draped both arms around him and relaxed. “I know,” he said softly. “Honestly, I loved you telling me what to do. I have been trying so hard to figure out what you like and do not like, and it was driving me crazy that you never just told me what you wanted. I… was worried that I might be doing something wrong, and you would end up wanting a real pleasure slave that could be better at his job that I am.”

Faramir was surprised as Haldir spoke of wanting to be a ‘good slave’ it… seemed so strange after the way things had began with them. “I don’t want anyone else, you are my first slave, and likely the only one I’ll ever have,” Faramir admitted as the water filled the tub. He was still mostly dressed so he sat Haldir in the tub as he began to undress, and then slid into the warm water with his lover. “I just didn’t want to frighten you at first, with orders and commands and… Gods, the only thing I’ve ever wanted was for you to want me in return. I cannot find pleasure with one who fears me like some do… does that make sense?”

The only one you’ll ever have? The words rang in Haldir’s ears as he wondered why Faramir felt that way, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit pleased at the thought that he was the one Faramir had chosen to be his first slave. “It does,” he soothed, letting his fingers run through Faramir’s hair and rubbing the back of his neck. “I did not want to be here, you know that, but I do want to please you. I am frightened at what they,” he gestured toward the city around them in general, “might make you do, but I am not afraid of you. Even if you do have to really punish me, I will know it’s not something you will have wanted to do, Faramir. If nothing else, I do think I know you well enough to be sure of that.”

Faramir nodded somberly and caught Haldir’s hand pulling it to his lips. “No. It wouldn’t be what I wanted. I do not find pleasure in hurting another. A few minor things though,” he teased nipping at Haldir’s fingertips just enough to cause a slight sting. “That I don’t mind if it is to lead to true pleasure but to beat someone until they are bloodied and call it ‘pleasure’ I just… .I cannot do that. Perhaps I am a weaker man for it but it just isn’t my nature.”

Haldir pressed his lips to Faramir’s neck, sucking lightly at the skin there even as his body reacted to the light nips on his fingertips. “I quite like your nature,” he admitted. “Very, very much in fact.”

Faramir laughed as Haldir licked his skin. “And I like yours… but you know that already I think,” he teased pulling him closer. “They will be bringing dinner soon, perhaps we can eat and then read together in front of the fire tonight?” he asked, leaving the offer up to Haldir.

“I would love to,” Haldir said softly, resting his head against Faramir’s shoulder and smiling happily. “You have the best ideas on all of Arda… and I am not just saying that because I am expected to.”

Faramir smiled and pressed a kiss against Haldir’s temple. I wish you’d do something else unexpected, and fall in love with me so you won’t leave me in six months. Faramir blinked away the sad thoughts and set about trying to wash his lover without getting them both aroused again. Of course it didn’t work, but this time he didn’t take Haldir, instead he offered himself, something he hadn’t done in a few days. By the time they finally made it to their dinner that had been brought it was cold, and they were too exhausted to read. They simply curled up on the rug before the hearth and talked for hours, something Faramir was sure other masters didn’t do with their slaves.

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