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Stories on Skin (NC-17)

Written by Kelex

04 April 2004 | 1627 words

Title: Stories On Skin
Author: Kelex (dragonbane4@aol.com)
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Incest
Summary: Stories aren't always written on paper.

A/N: Thanks to fileg for posting the link to this awesomely inspiring manip. Thanks *more* to ponderosa, who made the manip then agreed to let me write about it. Because she just rocks that way. You really need to see the manip before you read the story.

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It had hurt. Boromir could still feel the pinpricks of the hollow ivory needle, the drop of special ink into the tube, the slight burn as the ink soaked into the pinpricks to permanently mark his skin. It took two days to complete, but the final portrait was a thing of beauty.

The trunk of the White Tree rose along his spine, to give him the courage of old oak and pride. Its curling branches spanned beneath his shoulders, to help bear their burdens in it's cradling arms. Its roots spread at the base of his spine, finding deep hold there, and the seven crowning stars rose over the branches to adorn his neck and shoulders.

For days afterward it stung, painful under his softest tunic, chafing against leather armor and rubbed raw by the bright metal armor that weighed heavily on him. But now, this moment of bare skin and slick silk sheets was glorious. The ache was all but gone, the soothing glide of fine linen on his chest relaxed him, and he was in a moment of rare serenity when his brother entered his room.

"Brother, I--" Whatever Faramir had meant to say was lost at the inviting sight before him. Boromir's nude body spread open wide in front of him, the familiar back covered with… living art. "It's beautiful."

Boromir nodded. "Aye, it is." He turned his head over his shoulder, cheek resting on the pillows. "You can touch it if you like." It had been close to two months since he and Faramir had had a chance to be together, and his body was starting to hum with Faramir's nearness.

Faramir perched on the side of Boromir's bed and let his fingertips stroke gently over the drawing on his brother's skin. Slow amazement at first, growing bolder the longer he touched, and Faramir was in awe. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the highest star, the one at the base of Boromir's neck, and his brother purred.

Faramir shivered with pleasure at the rumbling from Boromir's throat. Now that he had approval, Faramir moved and straddled Boromir's legs and he kissed the roots of the tree, dragging his teeth and tongue along each twining strand. "Roots," he murmured against Boromir's skin.

His tongue dragged upwards, following the trunk, licking between the lines, feeling taut skin rippling under his lips. His mouth curved into a smile as he followed the dips and curves, tasting sweat and a hint of ink, the heavy musk of leather and the sharply bitter tang of metal from Boromir's armor. Faramir's fingers followed his tongue in reverse, stroking down the trunk, down over the tangled roots, then down even further, teasing the cleft between Boromir's cheeks.

Boromir arched like a lazy cat under Faramir's touch, his back bowing and making the leaves of the tree look as though they were rustling in a breeze. "Trunk," he murmured, letting his fingers tease his brother's opening.

Boromir arched again at the teasing brushes, and stifled a groan. "Your touch is magic," he breathed out, shifting his body so that it opened further, inviting a deeper touch.

"And your body a sin," Faramir murmured in answer, pressing another kiss to the highest star. His mouth moved to the left, and starting with the lowest branch, he began to trace every curving spire. Twisting back on itself, then unfurling outward to spread across his brother's broad shoulder, Faramir licked every twig.

With every flick of his tongue, Faramir teased a little harder. Never penetrating, his fingers too dry for entry, he nevertheless teased Boromir mercilessly. And Boromir was responding, twitching and squirming against Faramir's fingers. Silently begging with every movement, Boromir's legs spread wide in wanton offering to his brother.

Faramir pressed a kiss to the peak of the topmost branch, at the point where it split into two symmetrical spires. He removed his hand entirely, seeking the familiar bottle of oil always kept by the bedside as he moved to the right, and began tracing down the other side of the tree's branches.

He found the bottle by blind touch as his tongue scraped eagerly over the spreading design, echoing in reverse the path he'd taken on the previous side. "Branches," he murmured, ending up where he'd begun, at the top of the trunk.

The bottle lid was hinged, the mouth was wide enough to admit a single finger, and Faramir shifted his weight once more to lean forward, sucking bruising kisses as he counted each star off.

"One." Faramir brought his slick finger to stroke over Boromir's twitching hole, causing his brother to gasp and slide his legs over the sheets in hunger.

"Two." He left a ring of teeth marks around the second star as he pressed his finger inside, listening with pride to the groans from his brother's throat.

"Three." He withdrew his digits long enough to slick the second, then slipped both inside his brother. Boromir arched again, tightened around the fingers, trying his best to pull the teasing fingers deeper.

"Four." Faramir's other hand went to the lacings of his trousers, pulling the rawhide strands loose to free himself entirely.

"Five." He stroked his cock roughly, soothing the hunger. The taste of Boromir's skin was an aphrodisiac and intoxicant all at once, and he buried his moan in Boromir's shoulder.

"Six." Two fingers withdrew, and Faramir added a third as he let go of his cock, bending Boromir's neck forward to better expose the final star.

"Seven." Faramir's teeth sunk into Boromir's beck again as his cock slid into his brother's body. "Stars," he gritted out hoarsely as he buried himself.

Boromir cried out in ecstasy as he was finally filled. His skin had been so sensitized by Faramir's worshipful explorations that every touch made him shudder.

Faramir, on the other hand, was completely obsessed with the tattoo on his brother's skin. Even as his cock thrust deep into the welcoming heat his tongue couldn't leave it, laving the trunk with flat licks as he slid into his brother again and again.

The hair on the back of Boromir's bare thighs raked against the grain of Faramir's rough leather pants, and he moaned with the exquisite sensation. His hips lifted up into Faramir's strokes, offering deeper access for his lover's cock. He pled in soft whimpers for more, harder and faster, panting as Faramir's tongue still licked over his body.

Teasing wet swipes over excruciatingly sensitive skin, the rough texture of Faramir's tongue and the scruff of his beard rubbing the tattoo raw again in a purely pleasurable way. He pressed his chest against the sheets, scratching stiff nipples and hair against the soft fabric, moaning again as it slid like water over his flushed skin.

Faramir rocked steadily into Boromir's body, dragging his hands up and over Boromir's body to link their fingers together, using their joined strength to pull himself harder into his brother, adding more power behind every thrust. His cock jerked in the tight passage that clung to it, shuddering hard with every twitch as he abandoned the trunk for the inked stars, trailing his tongue over the teeth marks that ringed the second and seventh stars, licking over bruises that were starting to redden and flower out around the rest of them.

Boromir was sucking the backs of Faramir's fingers, bringing their joined hands together and kissing them fervently, pulling the long digits into his mouth and slurping hungrily on each one before letting it slide out and moving on to the other. He nipped at wide knuckles, dragging teeth harmlessly over his brother's skin as he teased, pulling up onto his knees, torso still pressed to the bed as he rode the hard pounding that Faramir was giving him.

Faramir was moaning too, feeling his skin prickling inside its linen and leather trappings, nipples scratching against his tunic as he rocked, pushing to the hilt with every stroke. His vision narrowed until his brother was the entire scope of it, dark haloes of light around the edges as the tattoo seemed brighter than ever. It drew his teeth, dropping bites at the tip of every branch, aroused more than he'd realized by the taste and feel of Boromir's skin under him.

He came with a hard shudder, earlier than he meant to as he muffled his cry in Boromir's shoulder, then rolled to his side, reaching over Boromir's hip to wrap his hands around his lover's hard shaft. He stroked it hard, viciously so as he scraped over the highest bruised star with his teeth, rolling his hips as he stroked, urging his brother on to his orgasm.

Boromir's body shuddered as Faramir came inside him, felt the heat spreading through the pit of his belly and melting him inside as he rolled over. In their new position, Faramir's cock, softening but still stroking inside him, rammed repeatedly against his prostate. His cock jerked hard in Faramir's hand, coming with a hoarse cry and a buck of his hips.

He and Faramir were both panting, and Faramir's exhalations were puffing against his back and shoulder as fingertips smeared his sweat along the lines of the tattoo.

"I take it you approve?" Boromir said teasingly, then moaned at the tightening of Faramir's grip around his cock.

"I approve."

The End

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