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

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 7

Today I will have to work again.

Faramir opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is an arm, it almost glows in the morning light, the blonde hairs lighting up against warm flesh, Boromir, safe. Faramir sighs, not safe for long. Experimentally he stretches his body a little, the burn inside now only uncomfortable, but he fears that what is healed will tear again. Another sigh, he decides to not think on it for as long as he can.

He rolls on his other side to snuggle up to his brother, but stops as he sees a familiar shape sitting in a chair, taking him in with an amused expression. Faramir doesn’t move a muscle as he stares in surprise at what must be a dream.

“Good morning.”

As Faramir continues to stare, he sees his lips curl up into a smile; “Well, aren’t you going to wish me a good morning back?”

“Good morning, master Lexius.”

Master Lexius gets up out of his chair; “Good boy.” He walks over to the door; “Now follow me.”

Gently Faramir untangles himself from Boromir and walks over to the door, master Lexius smiles at him; “Maybe some clothes?” Faramir stares down at his naked body and goes to put on some clothes, as he comes back master Lexius opens the door and walks into the corridor, Faramir quickly follows, closing the door softly to not wake his brother and walking fast to keep up with the impressive man clad in black.

Inside the safety of his head Faramir is asking himself what is going on and if there will be anything left of him by the end of it. Finally, after a long journey through the maze like corridors they seem to have reached their destination as master Lexius stops in front of a bolted door, he lays his hand on the bolt and looks at Faramir before sliding it aside and opening the door.

Sunlight, the smell of summer and the green of trees greet a stunned Faramir, after a small gesture of master Lexius he steps outside for the first time in months, the grass tickling the bare soles of his feet. He looks around a bit before he spots a chequered blanket with food and drinks on it under a big tree.

He jumps a little as he feels arms come around him from behind, pulling him to master Lexius’s form, he feels a soft kiss on his hair; “I thought you might like some breakfast.”

His fingers seem to have a mind of their own today, Haldir smiles as the wilful digits caress his lips for what must be the hundredth time today. It was never meant to be anything like this, his only intention was to console, not to feel something himself. He shakes his head, laughing at himself.

When will I learn, hundreds of years old and I still seem to forget that we hold no control over how our lives will unfold…

His mind plays back how the boy, well, young man really, he clearly remembers the soft tickle from stubble as Faramir laid his cheek against his own, had tasted and more importantly how right it had felt, how perfect they fitted together. For just a few precious seconds they had been free.

Of course being the adult in the situation Haldir had ended the kiss and had just held the boy. They had moved to a position where they were both relatively comfortable, but could still hold on to each other. Haldir’s smile widens as he remembers the whispered conversation that had followed, neither of them wanted to be reminded of their current situation and they had told each other little nothing stories and Haldir had finally learned the boy’s name; Faramir.

It suits him, Haldir thought. He was very sad to learn that the boy couldn’t read well, because he had only learned it a little as a child and had never had access to books when he was older and his father was sold off.

Haldir had told Faramir of the magic to be found in books, it is for everyone, you just open up a book and there is a whole world waiting for you. Faramir’s eyes had lit up, when Haldir had promised him that he would teach him and that if he had they chance he would get them both out of here and he would get Faramir all the books he could ever desire.

He regretted those words because the light in Faramir’s eyes had dimmed as he said in a small voice that that may never happen. As he looked up again, Haldir knew there was something the boy wasn’t telling him, but he decided to not push him and just keep the conversation light, for now.

So he started telling Faramir stories of the Golden Wood from where he came, before he started to roam around looking for Elves that had gone into hiding from the cruelty this world had become, to bring them back to those mystical woods once again.

Sadness fills Haldir. He hadn’t completed his task of getting his kin home, he knew there would be others to help them, but he felt as though he had let them down. Haldir sighs in frustration, he has to get out of here, but how? There must be some way, some careless moment he could exploit to his advantage. They never let him out. But they would when his ‘training’ was complete and he would be sold to his first customer.

He would have to convince them that he was willing to play along, he really doesn’t want to but his mind tells him that he has to use the boy to convince them.

A plan starts to form in Haldir’s head.

This is not happening. Oh Gods! Please don’t stop it feels so good, please…

He never knew, he never knew that his body could be this on fire, every touch leaves a burning sensation not only on his skin but in his groin as well. The nails that scratch him, he wants to kiss them, the teeth that mark, he wants to lick them, the flesh that moves inside him… Faramir opens his eyes as the strokes speed up and make it burn uncomfortably, reminding him of who it is that is giving him this red hot pleasure.

I can not want this!

Master Lexius smiles, as he feels the body beneath him resist giving itself over to bliss, he licks at trembling lips before whispering; “It is alright, you are safe, I have you, just let go, let go and give yourself to me, it is alright.”

Somewhere in Faramir’s hazed mind it registers that someone else said it would be alright and he wants to, tears are forming in his eyes, he wants it to be alright, is he dreaming the next words?

“Just let go, it is alright, just give yourself to me, be mine and I will take you away from all of this…”

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