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There are no Angels in Middle Earth (NC-17)

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Title: There are no Angels in Middle Earth WIP
Author: AutumnVerse
Beta: arsenic_n_lace, all remaining mistakes are my own.
Pairing: Faramir/Haldir, Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Boromir/Other(s)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: WIP, AU, slash, minors having sex, prostitution, non-con, incest, slavery
Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to Tolkien, may he rest in peace and not come to haunt me for what I’m doing to his beloved creations.
Feedback: Yes, please!

A.N. Well this fic is going to be so very, very AU, no ring, no Sauron, Elves keep to themselves and have been sort of forgotten by Men. Because of this Men have adopted less friendly ways of dealing with each other. Slavery is very common.

Also, I am using all sort of non Middle Earth language such as dick, cock and fuck and so on, so don’t say I didn’t warn ya! Speaking of warnings, they may vary per chapter.

Written for the amazing Anorienbean smooch

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Chapter 1

A child ran, ran for his life, his lungs were burning, his legs were tired, but on he went in a world of greys and greens. Flashing by trees, jumping over rocks, must go faster, the beast comes. The enormous hairy thing that was in pursuit was drawing near, baring its teeth and growling its upcoming victory as it was gaining on the child. It was only yards away, feet, inches. The child could feel its warm breath on his neck.

A brutal shove and the beast landed on the child, smothering him with its weight, the child cried out, and took hold of anything to grab on to, trying to get away. And to his surprise, he did. He stood, panting, with eyes wide, as he stared at the motionless beast, several arrows sticking out of its back and gruesome head.

A soft noise made him turn, to see a figure standing in silence. The child stood, in awe of the ancient aura that emanated from this regal presence. Something sent by the gods themselves. He asked: “Are you an Angel?”

The being smiled and said, in the most beautiful voice the child had ever heard: “No, little one, I am an Elf, but you may call me Haldir.” An Elf, the child didn’t know what that was, but he thought he had never seen anything so magical in his life. He took a few steps closer to this magnificent being, but then the vision turned around, to look over his shoulder before suddenly running off.

The child shouted after him; “Please don’t go!” But the Elf was long gone, if not for the arrows, it would have been as if he had never been there.

Faramir awakes, twelve years later and still this dream comes, reminding him of the day he ran. He had been four years old at the time. His master had sold off his father and he had been inconsolable. He couldn’t let his father go, so he ran, ran to find him, although he knew not where he was going. He had to, and they had sent the beast after him.

Of course, after his saviour had disappeared, they had caught him. They had seen the arrows but wouldn’t listen to the slave child’s stories about long lost legend. They had said it had to have been bandits, and Faramir had been taken back and whipped so hard, he still had faded scars on his back.

He stretches and looks over to the only person he has left to trust in the world, his brother Boromir. Smiling, he reaches out to tickle his brother’s nose, pulling back just as Boromir swats at his nose, mumbling, irritating pest, under his breath. Faramir’s smile grows wider as he is now assaulting his brother’s ear, with his own blond hair, again withdrawing in the nick of time.

When he leans in for a third attack, he yelps as his wrist is suddenly grabbed and the mass of his brother comes crushing down on him. “I said, stop irritating me, pest!” Boromir says while tickling his little brother into defeat. The playful fight is ended by the opening of the door. “Ah, a beautiful sight indeed, but save it for the customers, you have a half hour to get ready!”

The door slams shut again, the day has begun, reality has arrived once more. Sighing the brothers climb out of their bed, tidy up their few belongings, change the sheets. They find the food left for them and hastily eat it. They wash thoroughly and prepare their bodies for what is to come. Never for one moment believe a customer will take the time to prepare you properly. Best do it yourself.

They move to stand together, striking a well practised pose of submission and allure, touching each other with an unspoken promise of more. Faramir hiding a little behind his brother, hinting at a virgins shyness, although nothing could be further from truth. So very well trained, that no one knows of the fear that lights their eyes when the door handle moves, putting masks in place by the time the door has completely opened, revealing their first customer of the day.

Just the one for now, and one who is well known. They slip into their roles as Boromir approaches the man and silently takes his hand, to lead him to the bed. The man’s eyes are on Faramir, who has kneeled on the floor, his eyes locked with those of the man. Boromir lets go of the man’s hand and slowly makes his way to his brother, making every step a display of sensuality and promise.

He stops in front of Faramir, for a moment hiding him from the customers view as, even after all this time, he apologizes to his brother for what is to come, with a single saddened look. He moves his body so the man will receive the show he has paid for. He reaches out his hand and strokes the beloved face, before letting his hand slide to the back of Faramir’s head to apply gentle pressure, and move it towards his relaxed manhood.

Boromir closes his eyes as he feels hands touch his hips, slide to his backside and pull him closer. He feels his brother laying his cheek on his cock, just holding him like that, nuzzling his dick, inhaling his scent, no doubt smiling that sinful, lost innocence smile he uses on their customers. First he feels soft hesitant kisses, then a hand starts massaging his balls, one finger slipping away to touch that one place… His dick starts to harden.

One long stroke of Faramir’s tongue on warming flesh brings goose bumps and unwanted desire spreads, making him hold on to his brother’s head with both hands. He feels licks and nibbles all along his shaft, then warmth as Faramir takes his cock in hand and closes his mouth around it, taking it as far down as it will go. Sucking, bobbing his head up and down, swirling his tongue, luring gasps of pleasure from Boromir’s lips.

A soft noise fills the silence as Faramir starts humming, sending soft tremors to further heighten the sensations. Boromir is lost, it is just too much, he gives a little warning squeeze in Faramir’s ear and the pace slows down a little, stretching the show a little, till he feels the familiar tightness in his balls and comes down his brothers throat. Faramir swallows, licking clean his spent cock.

“Make him get you hard again.”

Boromir opens his eyes and looks over at the bed, the man is sitting with his trousers open, dick in hand. “I want to see you fuck him.” Boromir looks down at his brother, but Faramir’s eyes are cast to the ground. How he wants to tell the pervert to go to hell. Boromir’s hesitance draws a response from the man. “I have paid for a full hour this time, make him get you hard again!”

The decision is taken away from him as he feels fingers on his cock, massaging and stroking, he looks down at his brother but Faramir doesn’t look up, instead concentrating on the slowly hardening flesh in front of him. Boromir knows Faramir made the right decision, they do not have a say in these things, but on some days he just feels tired of it all. Tired of the horny men pawing at him and especially at his brother, tired of the constant guilt he feels because he knows his brother’s body better then any brother should.

Faramir knows how to get men hard, achingly hard. He knows how to tease, how to taste and when to get rough, he hears his brothers sharp intake of breath as he grazes his teeth over the thick length. Letting him know he is ready by a little tug on the coarse curls, Boromir bends down and gives Faramir a little nudge, watching him turn over and get up on his knees and hands, presenting him with a too familiar sight.

Boromir kneels behind his brother, letting his hands wander over his warm back, leaning over, covering the smaller body with his own, letting Faramir sit down on his knees. He lifts Faramir’s soft hair to let his finger stroke the exposed neck. He closes one arm around his beloved and holds him tightly to him as he kisses the slender neck in front of him, letting his hand slide over his chest before dipping down to feel the beginnings of his brothers arousal.

Softly pushing him back to his hands and knees, Boromir positions himself and slowly pushes into the body before him. Even after all this time, Faramir still feels impossibly tight and Boromir groans at the hot silkiness enveloping his dick. He moves with short thrusts, opening him up a little, letting his moans of pleasure drown out Faramir’s silence. He feels the body beneath him start to respond as he makes his strokes longer, aiming for his brothers pleasure spot, letting his hands wander soothingly over shaking thighs.

As he speeds up his thrusting, he moves his hands over soft skin, touching peaked nipples and tweaking them a little, more tremors, down to the tight belly, caressing curls, curling fingers around the hardened flesh of his brother, start at the base, move up, thumb over the slit, a soft sigh, again, down again and up, in time with the strokes inside.They move together, well practised, erotic, for one moment lost to everything but the feelings of their bodies. Shallow breaths, panting, sweating, the smell of sex heavy in the air, Faramir comes first, followed closely by Boromir.

A moan from the bed, and reality comes crashing back again. As the man babbles on about the hotness of it all, Boromir pulls out of his brother, checks if he is alright and stands on shaky legs to get their customer cleaned up. He knows the man really wants Faramir to do it, as he longs to touch him, but for some reason doesn’t dare and prefers to watch. Fine with Boromir, at least he can trust himself to not hurt his little brother. The words keep pouring out of the man’s mouth, his eyes fixed on Faramir, who is playing the submissive, shy slave and is kneeling and keeps his eyes on the floor, even covered in cum, he allures.

Boromir cleans the man up and takes his hand again, leading him to the door. He almost pushes him through, just to get him to stop throwing those longing glances at the piece of floor Faramir inhabits. But of course he remains polite and smiles his most breathtaking smile at the talkative man. Just before the door closes, a hand grips it and throws it open again, it is one of the guards, who has a little crush on Boromir. “Hello there gorgeous! Just thought you might like to know they have brought in a new slave.” As Boromir wonders why this is of interest to him, the guard continues, in a hushed tone. “They say he is an Angel…”

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