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

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 10

“Naturally I don’t expect you to make a decision just yet… First…”; Master Lexius holds up a key ring with several keys on it.

“I’ll show him to you, then you decide.”

Master Lexius goes to open the barred door to Haldir’s cell, telling him in a calm voice that if he even breaths in a wrong way, his Faramir will be dead, he has made sure of that, he lifts his head while he opens the door completely; “You may kill me, but he, his brother, a dozen other slaves and yourself are swift to follow.”

A simple nod from Haldir and Master Lexius takes his chained hands in his and gently opens and removes the lock, when he hears the chains hitting the stone floor, Haldir has to suppress the urge to just wrap his hands around the neck of this evil man and squeeze…

Instead he feels elegant fingers caress the marks left by the chains, his hands are turned over so the gentle digits have access to the bruised and very sensitive skin of the inside of his wrists. When thumbs start to rub soothing circles against the aching flesh, he looks Master Lexius in the eyes.

“Let go.”

With a smile Master Lexius releases him; “Of course.”

Turning his back to Haldir in an arrogant gesture, master Lexius leads him out of the cell and into the corridor. They make their way through the complicated pattern of small corridors until Master Lexius stops in front of a door, he puts his head inside and Haldir’s Elven hearing pick up the words; “Get them ready.”

He closes the door again and they move on till they reach a cramped flight of stairs, Master Lexius goes first, but looks down on Haldir who follows with something in his eyes that makes Haldir very nervous.

When they reach the top, master Lexius opens a wooden door and lets them both in, revealing a small dark room, just as they enter somewhere below them candles are lit and Haldir sees that that there are big windows over looking a room below. At a gesture from Master Lexius he walks over and stares down.

The room is empty except for a chair and on that chair sits a naked man, after a moment Haldir recognizes him as someone who was with Faramir the first time he came to his cell. The pieces come together as Master Lexius leans against him from behind and whispers; “His brother.”

Boromir

Boromir shifts in his seat and Haldir notices from the way his body moves that his hands are bound behind his back, then another candle is lit and he can see him more clearly and gasps at the angry welts and bruises all over Boromir’s skin.

“He tried to protect him.”

From the part of the room he can not see as it is directly beneath the room they are standing in, a naked figure holding a candle emerges. Haldir’s breath stops for a moment as he recognizes the battered shape of Faramir. He wants to spin around to confront Master Lexius but is pushed forward against the glass by strong arms. “Just watch.”

Faramir moves towards the bound figure of his brother, lighting himself with the candle, he stops in front of Boromir and kneels, gently nudging at his brothers legs till they open and allow him to slip in between. Still holding the candle he sits up on his knees and lays his hand on the back of his brothers head and slowly pulls him in for a kiss.

A small sound of shock escapes Haldir. But they are brothers… They shouldn’t… When he sees Faramir’s hand trail from the blond hair, over the neck, chest and finally making its way to his brother’s groin, he tries to turn around, he doesn’t want to see this. Master Lexius grabs his hair with one hand, holding him in place while his other hand pulls on a chord.

Somewhere below them a bell can be heard and both brothers turn towards the sound, fear in their eyes. A man runs over to them and lashes out with a horse whip, not caring who he hits, although Faramir in his current position takes most of it, his sharp outcry of pain tearing at Haldir’s heart. He sees Faramir struggle to hold the candle up and then he feels his hair being swept away to reveal his neck.

Silken lips move against the skin at the base of his neck; “You stay still and watch, I have arranged this little performance just for you and every time you move or look away, I will pull that chord and he will lash them, do you understand?”

Haldir feels Master Lexius’s body move against the back of his and whispers hoarsely; “Yes.”

Immediately he hears the bell again and the man stops and moves back out of sight. Haldir sees a small shudder go through Faramir’s body but then he returns to his task, kissing his brother, still holding that candle and his free hand is now moving in Boromir’s lap in controlled motions.

Anger is beginning to build in Haldir; “Why am I watching this? What do you hope to gain from this?”

“Ah well, that is easy, I thought it would be only fair if you would know a little bit more about the man you love. You do love him don’t you?”

Gritting his teeth Haldir answers; “Yes.”

“Well this is how he spends his days, fucking, fucking his own brother more precisely. Of course he doesn’t just fuck his brother he fucks others as well, but he does.. fuck.. his.. own .. brother.”

The lips are back at the base of his neck, moving, forming words, making his skin crawl; “Doesn’t that disgust you?”

“He doesn’t have a choice.”

“No.”

“But you do, don’t you? You could free him from this, with just one simple word, you could make it all stop, with just one word…”

Tears blur his vision as Haldir stares down at the little form of Faramir, letting his brothers cock slip from between his lips and turning around to impale himself on it, they look so small, so far away, but then he sees Faramir’s face scrunch up in pain and he has never felt such pain himself.

“I may have torn him a little… Oh watch here it goes, all the way in…”

“No, please stop, anything you want, please, make it stop, I can’t bare this anymore, just.. please.. stop…”

“All I want Elf, is your consent. So tell me, will you let me fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Immediately Haldir feels Master Lexius reach before him and start to unlace Haldir’s leggings; “Wait! Let him go!”

“Oh I will, I will, but after.” There is the feel of cold air on his ass as Master Lexius pulls his leggings down just enough and then he feels himself being pushed, face first, against the glass. The small thud sound it makes, makes Faramir look up and lock shocked eyes with him. First Faramir looks away in shame, but then he understands what is going on and he raises his frightened eyes at him again, keeping them there.

A blinding pain sears through Haldir, causing him to cry out before he stops himself by keeping his lips tightly shut, he breathes heavily through his nose, trying to somehow deal with the feeling of being split in half. And then Master Lexius starts to move, rocking him against the glass and into new levels of pain he never knew existed.

He knows he’s bleeding bad, feeling it run down his thighs and pool at his feet, Through pain blurred vision he sees Faramir bob up and down on his brothers crotch, his eyes never left Haldir, his face a mask of pain and tears, but somehow, somehow he tries to give him strength, letting him know he is not alone.

Haldir feels the darkness closing in on him, but this boy, this man, that is so desperately trying to be there for him, he can not leave him, not like this. So he holds on and after several endlessly stretched minutes he feels hot seed filling him and Master Lexius pulls out. As he finally lets his broken body slip to the floor and into unconsciousness, the last thing he sees is Faramir getting off his brother and running towards him.

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