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

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 4

Haldir watches Faramir been taken away, he watches the door close and then he watches the closed door for a long time. He feels like he should weep or maybe laugh at the absurdity of it all. He has wondered so many times what had happened to the child he had saved and now he knows and he wishes he didn’t.

This place, his Elven ears pick up sounds of paid pleasure and pain, this place is what has happened to the innocent child he remembers so well. For a moment he closes his eyes and pictures the little red headed boy with sparkling eyes, the complete honesty only children possess with which he had asked; “Are you an Angel?”

A tear slides down, as Haldir tries to stop the pictures of innocence from mixing with the sounds of this cursed place. He wants to reach back in time and pull the child into a tight embrace and keep him safe. Too late, you failed him, saving him from the beast only to leave him to the monsters, his accusing mind whispers.

And still, when the boy was here, all he had spoken of, was love. Love for him no less. Well not really for him, for some romanticized daydream of him, but still, love. Sitting right there, only a small distance away, still smelling faintly of sex, speaking words that some never dare say.

The sound of chains as he wipes at his cheek, reminds him of his own situation. He knows he will not survive here for long if he is taken against his will, his kind is blessed with escape in death if faced with rape. A fact he is certain his current master is unaware of. He will be spared spending his life here, but the boy… Haldir straightens himself, the boy will not be left behind.

As the last of the candles in the corridor dies out, a soft glow surrounds the silent warrior as he sits up and opens his mouth to speak his heart. Soft Elvish words vibrate in the air, as Haldir makes a promise to the child in his memories.

Faramir tries to shush the thousand butterflies currently invading his stomach, as he is being brought to his master. He feels like shouting, “He remembers me!”, to everyone and everything. Fortunately he knows better, hiding his feelings has become a second nature to him.

As the guard opens the door to his master’s office, Faramir overhears words, that freeze his heart; “… care, I want him now, you have promised me that Angel and he won’t need training for what I have planned! I am paying you a fortune, you’d better deliver!” His master, turns towards the door and says; “Ah, little one, come in, tell me how it went.”

Faramir walks in the room and casts a hidden glance at the figure standing at his master’s desk. It is enough for him to recognize danger, kneel, his instincts tell him, kneel and be the perfect little slave.

He tells his master that he feels the talk with the Angel went well, as the man standing at the desk, starts to circle around Faramir, stopping occasionally. Faramir continues to speak but he feels the man’s eyes on him, feeling fear raise inside. The man stops again and Faramir feels something hard and cold under his chin, pushing his face up, stopping his words and reducing him to shocked silence.

For a second his eyes meet blue eyes that speak of power and shadow, it is enough for Faramir to see the barely hidden threat, being trained to read desires, he knows this man likes to inflict pain. He casts his eyes to the ground again, although the silver knob of the man’s cane still holds his head up.

He feels the cane move on his skin, letting it turn his head in all directions as the man takes him in. Then it is removed and he lets his head fall forward, trying to hide himself a little behind his hair. “So this one is training the Angel?” As he hears his master explain his little plan, Faramir tries to remain calm, this man will have Haldir, he feels panic wash over him. Even as experienced as he is, he would keep this man from him at all costs, if he could, but to have your first time, with someone like this, he shudders.

“This one intrigues me, how much?” Faramir is stunned and waits with dread on his master’s answer, it appears his master is a little stunned himself, he hears him stammering before saying; “Well an hour with him and his brother, cos…”

“I said nothing about his brother, I want this one.”

Faramir can almost hear his master thinking, usually he keeps the cheap slaves for the rough customers, the more expensive ones as Faramir and Boromir, are too valuable to be bruised and torn, not to mention the risk of permanent scarring. But whoever this man is, he is very rich and judging by his conduct, very powerful, used to getting what he wants immediately, no questions asked.

The silence is broken with the musical sound of coins connecting with wood, from his master’s gasp Faramir takes it, it is more than enough to seal his fate. He feels the cane under his chin again, urging him to get up. He does and catches a glimpse of something shimmering on the desk, before his master shoves it in his money chest. He has never felt less human in his life.

The cane pushes him in his back, directing him out of the room, Faramir makes the turn towards his room, when he is stopped by low spoken words dripping with warning; “Where do you think you are going?”

Still keeping his eyes on the ground, Faramir turns around and says; “I am sorry, master, I thought we were heading towards my room.”

“Your room?”

Before Faramir can respond, he continues; “Just follow me, boy.” The man walks on and Faramir lifts his eyes to study the impressive form in front of him, black cloak flaring with every step, blonde almost white hair spilling over his shoulders, reminding him of his Angel.

Deep inside Faramir begins to prepare himself. Whatever will happen, it will end, just get through it. Follow his lead, dance this inescapable dance on his terms and get out with as much of yourself intact as you can muster. Forget love, forget pride and survive. It will end.

They stop in front of one of the guest rooms, the man opening the door, letting Faramir enter first, before entering himself. Faramir feels himself shiver at the sound of the door being closed. He stands, gazing at an luxurious bed, all red velvet and silks.

He jumps slightly when the man is suddenly standing next to him, whispering in his ear; “I love the look of scarlet against pale skin…, kneel.”

As Faramir kneels, the man walks over to the bed and sits down on it, holding his cane in front of him. “Look at me boy.” Faramir raises his eyes, taking in the cold aristocratic face before him, the corners of the mouth turning up in amusement.

“You know, don’t you, you know what I do to boys, you know what I will do to you. Tell me boy, tell me what I am going to do to you.”

Faramir stares at the man with his eyes wide in absolute fear, the seasoned whore in him is screaming at him to not show his true feelings, make something up! Tell him about how he will ride you till it hurts, seduce, say something! But he knows as he takes in the calculating eyes, that if he tries to play this man, he will lose.

“You’ll hurt me, master.”

“What is your name, boy?” Faramir is confused, but answers; “Faramir, master.” The man leans forward a little; “Do I scare you, Faramir?” By now Faramir is more and more feeling like the mouse in the cat’s claws, even though the cat seems to be purring; “Yes, master.”

“Lexius, my name is Lexius, master Lexius to you.”

“Yes, master Lexius.” Faramir watches master Lexius sit back again, his inner voice yelling at him for totally losing control of the situation. “Tell me Faramir, have you ever desired something, you thought was impossible to desire for, something that is forbidden to be desirable?”

A warrior, standing proud, flashes through Faramir’s heart, he whispers; “Yes.” Master Lexius’s smile grows; “Good.” He reaches forward to gently touch Faramir’s face, stroking the soft skin, to end with Faramir’s chin in his hand, tilting his head slightly, before striking hard, knocking Faramir on the floor.

“That is good to know.”

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