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Anywhere With You (NC-17) Print

Written by Kissa

20 September 2006 | 12845 words

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Chapter 4

They had to clean up and get dressed as soon as it was time for Boromir to return to his meetings with the Rohan officials. As Faramir made his sleepy way towards the hayloft, a page approached him and said the King had given his answer to the letter from Ithilien.

Faramir quickly replaced his traveling clothes with more formal ones, and as soon as he did that, he hurried to meet the King. On his way there, he saw the men and women were eyeing him strangely but he thought it was because of his milky-white skin. He was wrong. Though white skin was quite unusual for the wild, tanned inhabitants of Rohan, the reason why they eyed him was simply because, dressed in a blue tunic, with cream leggings and boots, the boyish young man looked jaw-dropping.

Once he was allowed in the private room to speak to the king, he entered and waited for the King to address him, as was the custom and once they got rid of the formalities, they attacked some small talk about Ithilien and Prince Imrahil. Théoden was even hunting for gossip, as far as Faramir could tell. But he had never paid attention to the things which went on around him if they weren’t somehow connected to his duty.

Their conversation was interrupted by a side-door being opened forcefully and by noise coming from outside. Théoden smiled and told Faramir to remain seated, while he stood up and planted his hands on his hips. Faramir looked at the King in confusion. He was laughing softly, as if waiting for his favorite joke to be told.

Into the room burst a fighting pair, in the form of a moving tangle of rolling limbs and flying punches, sharp screams, wild growls and tousled blonde hair.

“Young Lord Faramir, meet my nephew Éomer and my niece Éowyn! Children, this is Faramir from Ithilien.” He said, his voice drowned in laughter.

//Children?// Faramir thought. //But these two are older than I am! Or so they look… //

The two fighting youths stopped their fighting, looked guiltily at their uncle and then, straightening their clothes, they advanced towards Faramir to make his acquaintance.

Faramir noticed that while the tall blond with a leonine look frightened him, when a warm paw was placed in sign of friendship on his shoulder and he was held briefly next to a wide, hard chest as he was hugged, in the fashion of Rohan men, until his bones cracked. Surprisingly soft lips kissed his cheeks and soft hair brushed his face, and then suddenly he was released with a snort.

Éowyn was more courteous and less violent in expressing her pleasure in meeting the Gondorian. She also kissed his cheeks like her brother had done, but she was considerate enough not to put a strain on his bones, even though Faramir saw that she had it in her to do it anyway.

She was cute, he decided, there and then. And her brother was a fine looking man too, imposing and wild, looking like a lion that chose to act as a pussycat for the moment. He would one day be a leader of many men, a little voice whispered inside Faramir’s mind as he looked at Éomer.

When the two Rohirrim siblings remembered their earlier feud, they almost attacked each other with only small low grunts as warning, before Théoden quickly intervened:

“I see you at least bothered to put on some clean clothes for once. Now be kind and make Faramir feel among friends until dinner! I expect, Faramir, “ He said, turning to address the Gondorian, “That you will stay for dinner with us? Your brother Boromir will be there too!” The King ended with a wink.

//Did he just do what I think he did?// Faramir stared at the King. //These Rohirrim are strange indeed… and the royals have totally lost it!// He thought affectionately. Of course, he could not have known from personal experience that a family was also about laughter and warmth, not just about etiquette and duty…

He was once again grabbed, this time by the waist, by both Éomer and Éowyn who guided him outside without giving him the possibility to take his leave properly from the King. The King didn’t seem to expect any salute though… He sent an air-kiss in their vague direction and left the hall through another exit.

Éomer and Éowyn wrapped a warm arm each around Faramir’s waist and they engaged in small talk, soon turning their shy guest into a friend. They raided the kitchens and scared some maids. Éomer even dared to tousle Faramir’s hair and steal the thong that had kept his hair in place and challenged his Gondorian friend to take back what was his, which Faramir succeeded with a short, effective, but light knee-kick.

Éomer looked at him in surprise and asked: “Where the… did you learn that, mate?”

Faramir helped him up and laughed softly, answering him it was one of the first things he had learned as a Ranger in training.

“Oh you are a Ranger?” Éowyn joined the conversation. “Rangers are so… wonderfully skilled! I wish women could be Rangers too, I would enlist in a second!”

“Éowyn, you would enlist just so you can look at naked men! But I wager you would hate not being able to bathe for weeks, even months!” Éomer snorted.

The young woman pouted, having to admit her brother was right. Her pout gave Faramir the opportunity to see how lovely and cute she really was, now that she wasn’t acting reservedly like she had in the throne room.

“Let’s go to the gardens, I’m challenging you to a fight in the grass!” Éomer said and dragged the others along.

They were walking in a row on a narrow path along the walls, but Faramir’s keen Ranger hearing caught the sound of a faint moan. He put a finger to his lips to silence the others and they all listened. Treading stealthily, they approached the source of the sound, which died from time to time, and Faramir, who was walking ahead, froze in his tracks as he nearly took a turn around a corner. He drew back hastily and stared in horror.

Éomer and Éowyn also took a peek and also froze at what they saw. Their cousin Théodred, heir to the throne of Rohan, was pinning some poor lad to a big rock, their breeches down and Théodred mounting the blond as if he was acting as stud to a mare.

What they didn’t know, and what had made Faramir gasp in horror, was that he had recognized Boromir as the person being taken in such an explicit and degrading manner by the other man.

A pained cry tore through the silence and Théodred laughed, saying:

“Oh come come now, you know you like it! I know you, little slut, you’d do anything for even the promise of a thick Rohan length in your greedy little hole!”

As Boromir tried to protest, he was backhanded brutally and blood trickled from his mouth on the rock beneath him.

Faramir knew what he was witnessing was dishonorable to say the least, although he had never watched people having consensual sex and couldn’t tell the difference. He snapped out of his perplexity and advanced on Théodred, yanking him off and away from Boromir, which tore an even more pitiful and pained yelp from his brother, who slouched forward onto the rock, his knees having given way.

Éomer and Éowyn came out from around the corner and three pairs of burning eyes stared at Théodred, expecting him to back away and be afraid of having been found in such a position.

Faramir was torn between wanting to simply kill the unknown man for hurting his beloved brother and checking on Boromir and to tend to his injuries. Of course the latter won in his heart so he let his new Rohirrim friends keep Théodred busy while he helped Boromir pull his breeches up and lace them. He shifted close to his hurt brother and held him, feeling his fingers dig cruelly in the thin flesh of his arms from the effort of trying to hold back tears.

“Do you even think what telling father will do to diplomatic relations with Gondor?”
Théodred’s voice resounded. “And I will have the two of you split and sent to die in some far-off outpost! And,” He raised his voice even higher, making it a roar, turning to the two Gondorians, “If word of this gets out and I find out you squealed, I will take it out on both your asses! Mark my words!”

He left the scene, after making sure everyone there had been given a good reason to fear him and to shut up.

“One of these days, Théodred, you will run out of luck. And I’ll be there…” Whispered Éomer through clenched teeth.

He then ran over to where Faramir was still holding his brother, and helped his new friend carry Boromir to his room. Éowyn ran ahead of them to get clean clothes and salve and to prepare a bath. They couldn’t alert the healers because it would mean to add up to Boromir’s humiliation.

Éomer placed Boromir carefully on the bed and Faramir removed his torn and stained clothing. His older brother was so vulnerable now, he looked so… broken, thought Faramir and he barely controlled his impulse to cover him with his own body and sob until no more tears would flow.

He felt a warm hand brushing his shoulder and again it felt like the friendly touch of a big feline; it was Éomer, letting him know he and his sister were leaving him alone with his charge. They would have helped, Faramir saw it in the blond’s eyes, but they understood Boromir would not wish to be seen by many when he was down.

Faramir nodded and watched them go, then he got up and locked the door.

He sat down on the bed next to his trembling brother and ran his fingers tenderly down over the contorted features.

“Brother…love…can you hear me?” He asked, his voice shaking. “You need to come back to me, please.”

A faint trembling of eyelids told him Boromir could hear him.

“You must come back. You are still my strong brother and I love you the same as before. I will take care of you…” He nearly drowned the last words into a sob, but held it back. He shouldn’t allow himself to feel pity for Boromir. Nothing had changed, his brother was still Gondor’s hope. He kept telling himself that, wanting so badly to believe it.

He took a clean cloth from the stack Éowyn had provided and dipped it in water. It took him hours of long, thorough movements before he had carried out the task of cleaning his brother’s body. He had kissed every newly cleansed patch of skin, re-claiming it from the mark of vile touches.

In the end, he had to make his brother turn onto his belly, to tend to his most injured part, but before, he had to take care of the many deep scrapes on Boromir’s manhood. He could even imagine Théodred’s ring-adorned hand trying to coax responses from his victim, tugging cruelly on the abused member until the metal jewelry had dug into the fragile skin, tearing it.

Swallowing his tears, Faramir felt the need to open himself up and hide his brother deep inside him, having understood what he had seen Théodred do. It wasn’t about lust. He knew lust very well, like a constricting snake creeping up on him at nights when his hand strayed to his member in the dark, his mind set on Boromir’s image. He did not know the abuse of power, what he had seen in Théodred’s eyes… not pleasure of the flesh, but the crushing victory over one who had not willingly submitted to him. Faramir knew Boromir would never bend his knee in front of anyone, not even their father, the Steward.

He had locked the door to keep others away, but also to keep himself from rushing into Théodred’s chambers and gutting him out like a fish, stuffing his foul member in his arrogant mouth to muffle his dying cries.

He had never felt hate, white, all-consuming and blind towards anyone until the heir to the throne of Rohan. He let it flow through him, and when it died down a bit, he felt guilty for letting his mind dwell on his brother’s assailant instead of him.
He smeared salve on his fingers and lovingly grabbed his brother’s member, covering every last scrape with the healing ointment. It didn’t even harden under his mechanical stimulation, but instead the action tore pained cries from Boromir.

Faramir knew. It was humiliating.

Once that was finished, he turned his brother to lie down on his belly and tended to his torn backside. His heart skipped a few beats when, upon parting the mounds of flesh to look at the damage, he saw its extent. It must have been excruciating to be entered so roughly and uncaringly. It was a brutal thing to do and a degrading one at the same time, and the Steward’s second son didn’t even begin to understand the full meaning of that act.

All he knew was that his brother lay broken in front of him, whimpering softly at every touch in tender places. He bent down and kissed his brother’s abused opening and then the flesh around it, and the hips, on which bruises began to show. Never, in his attempts to soothe his brother’s pain, did he feel his actions were wrong, as they were deeply heartfelt and came from the innocent intention to make things better through tender touches, like mothers soothe their babies’ scraped knees with kisses to the wounds.

A few thousands of small caresses later, he finally drew the covers over his brother’s body and held him, blowing out the candles. In the darkness, faintly lit only by the moonlight, he heard his brother whisper:

”I wanted you to be my first…”

Faramir then wept unrestrained, silent tears falling hotly on Boromir’s face, creeping between cold lips. His voice cracked when he said:

“I am your first, Boromir, and I will be. Only love counts…” His words died in his throat and he bent down to press his mouth onto his brother’s. If felt like kissing a marble statue, but he didn’t feel rejected. The fire would take more time to resurface and burn at full force once more.

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18 Comment(s)

Great start. I had to check the story since it was written by you! I guess we all know what Boromir’s disquietness is about. Loving your brother can be a burden. Is Faramir 5 years younger in your story? I truly adore Slow and Healing deep wounds. I believe that Slow has much potential for series.
Sorry for not leaving comments before but was in a hurry. (Boyfriend reading over my shoulder)

— maeglina    Monday 21 August 2006, 3:27    #

Thank you for the interest and kind praise! As soon as the new chapter is beta-ed, I’ll put it up here! I for one can’t wait ! Weeee…
I do have a sequel for Slow in mind, but it will have to wait a bit…I need to do some drawings and finish two more fics hihi. I guess I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, but it’s only temporary!
Thank you again for reading, kisses!

Kissa    Monday 21 August 2006, 4:14    #

NEW parts! TWO new parts! I have no idea how I managed to miss the updates. But they have made my day. Beginning of their sexual relationship is soo sweet because of the tenderness and certain innocence they share. More please. When you manage of course.;) Hugs!

— maeglina    Tuesday 29 August 2006, 4:21    #

This is a lovely story – please continue.

— Maudey    Friday 1 September 2006, 16:20    #

Oh my god! Never thought something like this would happen. Theodred is such a rapistic bastard. And unfortunately the brothers will need to part soon :( Hope no Rohirrim will try to approach Faramir in such a way. He is too good looking for his own good.

— maeglina    Saturday 2 September 2006, 19:08    #

Thank you for following this! More is on the way.
Aye, Faramir is too good looking for his own good, but somehow he knows how to watch his back without needing to draw a sword.

Kissa    Saturday 2 September 2006, 19:21    #

I guess sunnier days are quite near. :) I wonder if the rangers will notice that the brothers are much closer than just brothers. I am waiting eagerly for the next part! Hugs

— maeglina    Wednesday 13 September 2006, 14:14    #

You updated! Yay! Although I must say you got me scared at the beginning. All that talk about Orcs…But then, Boromir and Faramir are together again and they are so gentle with each other I simply have to gush over their cuteness. And Imrahil knows.

— maeglina    Tuesday 19 September 2006, 14:44    #

He he, an old cunning fox like Imrahil is bound to know.
Thank you for following this, the end will be posted very soon! And I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it ;-)

Kissa    Tuesday 19 September 2006, 16:35    #

Well, when you say very soon, it is very soon. :)Sorry for not realizing that the update was on. Thank you for the great story which conclusion fulfilled all my expectations! I’ll keep reading everything with your name on ;)

— maeglina    Sunday 24 September 2006, 17:43    #

Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yay! Woof!Da dogg came to play
Ignore silly manifestation of joy
I am so happy you liked the ending! And thank you so much for reading! I went to your page too, you know…And I too liked what I read there.:-)
Well, see you soon with a new piece, because although I don’t have much time now, my sick mind won’t rest for too long.
Mega-hugs and kisses!

Kissa    Sunday 24 September 2006, 22:09    #

OMG! That was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever read! so cute! hugs you and the amazing fic now I have to go write one…:-D awesome job!

RogueSpike

— RogueSpike    Tuesday 26 September 2006, 8:29    #

Thank you for reading, stay tuned, more will follow soon! huggles Can’t wait to read your work!

Kissa    Tuesday 26 September 2006, 17:09    #

OMG! Theodred is evil in this story! I love Fara, Eomer, Boro, and even Eowyn in this story! You completely ruined my essay with this.

I had just printed it out and I read the non-con scene and all 5 sheets were ripped down the middle cartoon style! XD Waste of paper, but good frustration releasing method.

— Saviel    Wednesday 1 November 2006, 12:25    #

thank you for reading!
I hope my fic didn’t cause any irreparable consequences… what essay did I ruin?

hug

Kissa    Wednesday 1 November 2006, 22:58    #

I have just re-read this my dear… It’s perfect, just what I needed :) hugs

laurelote    Wednesday 6 February 2008, 19:18    #

I just finished this and had to sit back and relish the joy of it. I love the brothers Mir and you have taken them to a new level. I was particularly touched by Faramir’s memory of the ‘wedding.’ Delightful tale.

Agape    Friday 25 July 2008, 6:22    #

IT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE THE WAY YOU HAVE PORTRAYED THE BROTHERS MIR. BOTH ARE STRONG CHARACTERS IN THEIR OWN RIGHT WITH ONLY ONE WEAKNESSTHEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER. PLEASE WRITE MORE.

— NAELE    Wednesday 23 February 2022, 12:19    #

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