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Pleasures of the Flesh (NC-17)

Written by Kimber Leigh

22 December 2007 | 2168 words

Title: Pleasures of the Flesh
Author: Kimber Leigh
Pairing: Haldir/Faramir
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: They belong to J.R.R Tolkien and other people who are not me.
Author’s Notes: This started as a cracked out idea of Elven slave traders and a young naïve Faramir but became something more tender. I like this version better, and I hope you do too.

Written for the 2007 Midwinter Swap.

Request by Wingy: Hmmm… I’d like some Faramir/Haldir, with sex. Doesn’t have to be full-blown, play-by-play stuff, but more than a fade-to-black is preferable. I really don’t mind what plot you’ve got in your lovely little heads, but I’d like at least a mention—a nice involvement in the story would be great—of religious beliefs, i.e. if one of the parties involved is reticent, that could be the reason why.Thanks again for accepting the challenge!

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Faramir’s life had taken a turn for the surreal. He had been out on patrol in the woods of Ithilien. The next thing he knew they were attacked by a group of bandits, and he was captured and taken far away from the lands he knew. But he wasn’t alone, he found himself in the company of several other comely young men and women. None of them knew what fate awaited them at the end of their journey. After many days travel in the back of a smelly, bumpy cart, they stopped on the edge of the Lothlorien woods. They were met by a group of elven men.

Faramir and his companions were loaded off the cart as the elven lords watch closely. Words were spoken in a language he didn’t understand, and coin was exchanged between the elven lords and his kidnappers. It was then that their fate became clear to him. Faramir had heard stories about the slave trade, how, as his rather prudish tutor told him, the lecherous elves of the north often paid rough men to kidnap young men and women who they could use in their perverted games of the flesh. Faramir had always thought that the were just stories, something to keep adolescents from running wild, but he now they were all true.

He kept his eyes on the ground in front of him as his cheeks flamed. He could sense movement around him, heard as one of his companions tried to make a run for it, but was tackled roughly to the ground. Faramir didn’t move, couldn’t move.

Long graceful fingers gripped his chin and raised his head, and Faramir came face to face with the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He was young, but then all elves looked young to human eyes. His eyes were very green and he smiled softly.

“Come my pet.” He said in Faramir’s own tongue and all Faramir could do was nod. The elf offered him a hand and he took it without hesitation. Together they moved off into the woods, and into an unknown future.

Faramir hadn’t expected to be treated with such care when they arrived at what he assumed was Haldir’s home. High in the trees, it was comfortably furnished. The first thing he noticed when he entered was the delicious aroma that came from the food laid out on the table. Haldir smiled at his again.

“I know you must be hungry, but if you like, a bath has been prepared for you.” Haldir said. Ushering him behind a screen, Faramir was delighted to see a large tub full of warm water. It had been so long since he had had a proper bath.

“Take as long as you wish. I will be out here waiting for you.” Haldir said and was gone. Faramir quickly shed his clothing and when he slid into the warm water he sighed. There were soaps and oils on a table next to the tub, and he experimented with each of them. After a long time, his stomach finally got the best of him and he knew it was time to leave the tub and face what ever was waiting for him on the other side of the screen.

Haldir was sat at the table, reading. In the soft light of the room, Faramir thought he looked very beautiful. He probably looked beautiful anywhere though. When Haldir looked up from his book he smiled.

“I see you found a robe.” Faramir had to smile at that. As if the light silky garment he wore could be called a robe. He felt more naked with it on then he would have if he had come out with nothing on. “You are very beautiful.”

Faramir lowered his head so the elf couldn’t see the blush that rose in his cheeks. He could feel his heart start to flutter, but he immediately and sternly told it to stop. It wasn’t proper for him to feel the way he was starting to feel.

“Eat, you must be starving.” Haldir said and Faramir quickly took a seat at the table and began eating. The food tasted like nothing he had ever had in his life, and he couldn’t stop a small moan fall from his lips. Immediately his eyes flew up to meet the elf’s, but he only smiled.

“I’m glad you like it. My name is Haldir, what’s yours?”

“Faramir.” He replied in between bites.

“Youngest son of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor?”

Faramir nodded.

“Well if that is the case, I believe I struck a fine bargain.”

Faramir didn’t know what to say, so he returned to his dinner. Time passed and they filled it with awkward, stilted conversation. Finally when Faramir had eaten his fill, Haldir stood and took Faramir’s hand. He led him into the bedroom and sat him down on the bed. Faramir knew what was coming and it took all his will power to stay seated on the bed and not run.

“You have to know I desire you, have since the moment they pulled you off that cart.” Taking Faramir’s hand, he guided it to his substantial erection. Faramir could feel the warmth of it through the cloth of his robes, and instinctively he grasped it firmly which caused Haldir moan softly.

The sound caused Faramir to recoil as if burned, fear in his eyes. This wasn’t right, his tutor always told him that the flesh needed to be overcome, that desire must be suppressed, because that was what the gods demanded. But he couldn’t stop the rising tide of desire in his body.

“Faramir I want you to know something. Unlike some of my kinsmen, I will never take what is not freely given.” Haldir sat down on the bed beside him, his fingers running over his face and down his chest.

“I can’t do this. It’s wrong, the Gods will punish me.” He whispered, not trusting himself to speak any louder, fearing that Haldir would be angry.

“The Gods will not punish you. They created the world out of love, and through love we honour them. There is nothing wrong with the way you feel, it is not a wickedness, believe me when I tell you this.”

Faramir could only nod. In his heart he wanted to believe Haldir. He could feel the desire moving through his body but he could not silence the voices in his head that told him he would be damned for even thinking what he was thinking. Haldir could see the struggle on his face, and he ran a finger lightly down Faramir’s cheek. He was rewarded with a soft sigh and a shiver from the young man.

“Let me be your God tonight Faramir.” He leaned in and kissed Faramir with such a passion, that the last of his fear and objections fell away. He returned the kiss with a desire that equaled the elf’s.

Soon they were lying on the bed, kissing, Haldir’s solid and warm against him. When Haldir grasped his erection through his thin robe, Faramir squirmed but soon relaxed and allowed Haldir to do as he pleased. He thought it strange that only a few minutes before he had been fighting this, and now, Gods and family be damned, he wanted nothing more in the world.

When Haldir disrobed, the sight of his body caused Faramir to flush even redder, “Now it’s your turn.” He said with a smile and quickly undressed Faramir. Faramir moved so he rested on the pillows as Haldir started touching every part of his body which caused him to moan and squirm. Strong hands on his hips made him still and he was rewarded when Haldir engulfed his erection with his mouth.

Faramir had never felt anything like it before, the warmth the slick wetness. The sensation caused his body to shudder, but a soft caress on his naked hip calmed him. Moans and sighs fell unchecked from his lips and when he came a short time later, he gasped Haldir’s name. When Haldir kissed him after, Faramir could taste the warm saltiness on his tongue.

He could feel Haldir’s erection hot and heavy against his hip, but he couldn’t think of anything other then the fireworks that were going off behind his eyes. So he was surprised when he felt a pair of fingers probing against his most secret of areas. Immediately he froze and Haldir stopped.

“You need to trust Faramir, I will never hurt you.” He said his voice rough with desire. Haldir moved so he sat between Faramir’s legs. He had Faramir shift so his legs fell open and he was totally naked to Haldir’s roaming eyes, “Even here you are more beautiful then any other I have ever seen.” Faramir flushed once again. He heard the uncorking of a bottle and soon felt two slick warm fingers against him. Haldir worked slowly and gently until he was able to push three fingers into Faramir. He knew it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough, but if he didn’t claim him now, he thought he might explode.

He kissed Faramir softly, “This will hurt, but you have to trust me. You trust me, don’t you Faramir?” Faramir nodded furiously. He hardly knew the elf, but he trusted him. He had an idea of what was coming, had heard older men in his regiment talk about it, and even though he desperately wanted it, the fear was still there lurking in his mind. He almost asked Haldir to stop, but he was too far gone. He knew that they were both past the point of stopping.

Haldir was right, it hurt like nothing he had ever experienced before, but soon the burn of pain, gave way to the burn of pleasure and he found himself wanting more, begging for more. Haldir was more then willing to give it to him, and soon they had found a natural rhythm that soon had them both groaning.

It was a long time before Haldir was close to coming; Faramir had become delirious with pleasure. Haldir took his erection in his hand and after a few hard strokes, Haldir had him coming again, his seed splattering hotly across his chest. Only then did Haldir come, releasing his seed into the plaint body beneath him. He rolled off of Faramir before gathering him in his arms and kissing his sweaty forehead.

“Are you alright Faramir?” He asked after a moment. Faramir meet his gaze and nodded. There were tears in his eyes.

“Was that your first time?” Faramir nodded again, “I am honoured you would give me such a gift. Sleep now my pet, and when we wake, I will teach you how to ride.”

They kissed once more and Faramir curled against Haldir as if they were made to fit together and was soon sound asleep. Haldir followed shortly after.

“So what happens now?” Faramir asked Haldir as they sat eating breakfast.

“After a few nights, our lovers are free to go, or stay if they chose. Most return to their homes and we never see them again. Those who stay will bind themselves to their masters and remain with them until they pass from these worlds.”

Faramir thought of what it would be like to bound to the silver haired elf who sat across from him and he shivered at the thought. He liked the idea, but he knew it would never be possible. Haldir’s keen eyes missed nothing.

“Would you like that?” He asked, and his only response was a rising blush in Faramir’s cheeks. He smiled; he liked it when the boy blushed.

“I’m not ready to leave yet.” he said in a very earnest voice, his eyes locked with the elf’s.

“Then don’t. Stay as long as you wish.”

Faramir knew that he would, at least for a little while. He held Haldir’s gaze.

“Now last night you said you would teach me how to ride, I think I am ready for my lesson.”

“As you wish my pet,” Haldir said, taking his hand and leading to the bed room, “As you wish.”

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