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Anywhere With You (NC-17) Print

Written by Kissa

20 September 2006 | 12845 words

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Chapter 7

Imrahil was extremely happy to see his favorite nephew standing on his own again, and answering him with the same adorable cheekiness that had endeared Faramir to him in the first place. He had no way of knowing first-hand how much of himself Faramir had to censor at home, back in Gondor, because all Imrahil had seen was a happy, playful young boy who was intent on becoming a great man, with the best gifts from the elven and human races as his inheritance.

There was even a small party to celebrate Faramir’s recovery, and Faramir danced gracefully with all the maidens who asked that of him, leaving Boromir in their uncle’s company.

Sitting in the shadows of the main hall, Imrahil and Boromir drank ale together and talked of politics. At some point though Imrahil’s face changed and his tone sweetened, as he said:

“I love you both very much, and I place great hopes in Faramir. For some reason, I feel protective of him…maybe it is because he is so much like Finduilas. But he has grown up wonderfully, although I know very well Denethor did not take good care of his second son… No offence is intended, Boromir. I love Faramir, a great deal. And I know you do too. So I hope you will take good care of him. When he comes to you, be gentle and use this…” He trailed off but reached into a fold of his robe and drew out a small vial.

In the dim light of the candles, Boromir saw Imrahil was not jesting. He reached up and took the vial, but he remained dumbfounded.

“What do you mean by this, uncle? I have never…” He began.

“But you must” Imrahil’s hand closed over his hand which held the vial. “It is not uncommon in our family… and Faramir’s entire love and trust are placed in you. I know I may sound like an old fool and you most likely do not believe me, but listen to your heart, and look in your little brother’s eyes should you need further confirmation.”

Boromir’s mood darkened instantly.

“Am I that obvious in my desire?” He asked.

Imrahil smiled.

“You show nothing, and that worried me at first. But Faramir spoke of you in his fever-plagued dreams. And it was how he spoke that told more tales than the actual words… But fear not, it is not my place to interfere in people’s private choices or in the politics of other realms.” Imrahil concluded with a knowing smile.

Boromir didn’t feel much more assured. He felt pressured instead, and for the first time got a taste of what it was like to walk in Faramir’s shoes. To have no clue or help on how to carry out your tasks, but having to perform perfectly nonetheless.


They left Dol Amroth in the morning of the following day, riding slowly as Faramir was still weakened by the days of inactivity and his wounds. He was doing his best to sit up straight and not slouch in his saddle, and Boromir kept a worried eye on him at all times.

Although Faramir resisted heroically and managed to hide his growing discomfort, Boromir saw his skin color fade into an unhealthy shade of white, so after seven hours of riding without stopping, he steered the horses to some nearby caves he knew very well. They had to leave the horses at the foot of the rocks and follow the short narrow path on foot, Faramir walking in front of his brother, who carried most of their things.

Once in the cave, Faramir looked around. It was a miniature reproduction of Henneth Annûn, the entrance hidden by a small cascading creek and with a hole in the roof so that the sky could be seen. It was lovely. Crickets sang their evening tune and the horses were huffing softly, getting ready for sleep, sheltered by the trees and bushes.

They unwrapped their bedrolls not very far from the cave entrance and Boromir made sure Faramir was tucked into a blanket before he went out to gather wood for the fire. He also managed to catch two rabbits, which he skinned swiftly and turned them into a nutritious supper.

The rabbits were cooking over the fire when Boromir finally sat near his brother’s small form, draping an arm around him and caressing him absentmindedly. They both stared at the fire for a while, then they ate, Boromir insisting on hand-feeding Faramir the best pieces of the meat, carefully de-boned and cut.

“I am not that hungry, brother. We should share all this… I have not eaten so profusely in a long time, so I do not think my stomach can accommodate all this food. Do not fuss over me so much, I do not deserve all this pampering.” Came Faramir’s weak protest.

They finished the meal with apples and honeyed wine, drinking in silent reflection.

“But you do deserve it! If it were in my power, I would take you to a new realm and build you a castle, making you my mate and ruling it for all time with you by my side… But I am only the Steward’s son and I’m trying to work with what we have. I wish we could disappear someplace and be together without anyone ever hearing of us again.” Boromir let it out.

“I’m grateful you summoned me back from where I had gone. For now I see we both need each other to an equal extent. Come here, Boromir…” Faramir beckoned and Boromir moved so he could bury his face in his brother’s fragrant hair, while Faramir stroked his back and arms soothingly.

Now he knew that Boromir had not really got over what Théodred had done to him, that it was all a front and nothing more, but a front which cost his brother too much energy to be able to keep it up even for his little brother. And Faramir was grateful for that too. He had been selfish to think it was Boromir’s fault they did not become lovers sooner, since it was already clear it was what they both wanted. But now he also saw that not all wounds had closed. It was as if they were two men drifting on a sea, each holding on to his raft until they got to calmer waters, in which they could swim to reach each other.

“I want my brother back. Reach for me, Boromir… We have no one but each other in this life, and I will give you as much comfort as you need, when you need it. We do not have to do anything besides what we feel comfortable with. Love will always be love, and I place all of mine upon you.” Faramir spoke softly, remembering a scene from their distant childhood and smiling softly at the memory.

There was so much softness and kindness radiating from his little brother at the time that Boromir had to burrow closer, to try and capture some of it and let it fill him. They sat like that, Boromir embracing Faramir as they nuzzled each other’s faces tenderly, until eventually Boromir’s lips touched the smooth skin of his brother’s cheek. Never had he sampled such a deliciously textured skin. Not even the few elves he had pecked out of etiquette reasons at ballroom events had had such perfect skin. He raised his hand to caress the other cheek and decided to finally go for the real treat, Faramir’s lips, which opened for him at once.

They had shared kisses before, but none of them had been so meaningful. While they kissed, they held each other, the caresses flowing over each accessible part of the other’s body. They inhaled each other’s subtle smell and nuzzled soft hair until they both lost track of time… and place. The same lilting, seductive tune resounded in both their minds and their gazes connected profoundly, so that when Boromir moved to begin removing his layers of clothing, Faramir did the same automatically, unaware of his own actions since he was absorbed in his brother’s lit up countenance.

They took everything off in the end and Boromir fumbled in his pack for the vial his uncle had given him, putting it somewhere within easy reach before lying down next to his brother. For a few moments they just looked at their shimmering bodies, with their muscles and scars accentuated by the light of the fire and by the moonlight coming from above.

Boromir’s hands began to map his brother’s body, taking notes on which places were soft, which were hard to the touch and which were keys to making the little one gasp and mewl. He knew very well just how sensitive his brother’s skin was everywhere, as Faramir was at the age when a mere featherlike touch could ignite him. His own was not as responsive as his brother’s, as the sensitivity faded with aging, but Faramir’s innocent fumbling managed to set him ablaze anyway.

He gasped when Faramir raked his fingernails down his chest, dragging them back up to tease the hardening nubs, right before he reached up to lick at one of them while the fingers on one hand were playing with the other. Boromir was by now cursing softly under his breath and pushing his hardness against Faramir’s, his arms and knees threatening to give in at any moment.

“Make me yours tonight, Boromir, please. You will not hurt me.” Faramir spoke softly in between pressing kisses to his brother’s neck and jawline.

Boromir’s eyes filled with tears but they did not spill, as the moment was so perfect and somewhat sad, that his entire body wished to remain on the brink of emotional storm just to embed it in its memory. All he could do was nod, not trusting his voice at that time.

He could feel wetness, his and Faramir’s, trickling on their bellies and thighs and he knew he could not let his little brother down this time. He had turned back one too many times… He reached for the vial and uncapped it, carefully sniffing the content. It smelled floral and sweet and it had an oily consistency, which made him guess exactly what it was meant for. Reassured, he returned to worshipping Faramir’s body as skillfully as his imagination allowed him, until Faramir’s body began to tremble and his arousal began to leak profusely, smearing the little one’s belly with the evidence of his eagerness. Boromir kissed his way down to the wet patch of skin and licked it dry, blowing over it, marveling at his brother’s clean scent and taste, nuzzling the sparse curls below, straying to lick at the thin skin over a protruding hipbone, tracing the sensitive ply where the leg met the hip and experimentally licking along the engorged length he found twitching against his brother’s belly.

His lengthy exploration earned him a beautiful moan from Faramir, who arched up to meet his attentions, grabbing mindlessly at the bedroll.

Boromir kissed his brother’s soft milky thighs to make them shiver and part further, thus allowing him between them. Slipping his hands beneath his brother’s almost bony backside, he lifted it effortlessly and settled there, on his knees, holding his brother’s hips in his lap and reaching down to collect Faramir’s upper body in a loving embrace, careful of his still healing arrow wounds. He looked into Faramir’s eyes, and saw them swimming in unshed tears, reflecting his own and full of … love. If he had had to reach out and point at love in order to describe it, he would have kissed his brother’s eyes. He needed no further understanding of the concept aside from what spoke to him loud and crystal clear in Faramir’s eyes.

He moved his little brother’s arms around his neck, placing them to rest on his shoulders, and their foreheads connected. They were both absorbed in breathtaking and dizzying kisses, but Boromir’s hands reached behind Faramir to slick themselves with oil and to gently descend into the small cleft at the base of the little one’s spine.

When Boromir finally touched his brother in that secret place, he felt like a thief stealing a holy relic from a shrine. But punishment never came, instead of it Faramir moaned long and wantonly, shifting a bit to encourage the circling finger. It slipped inside easily, and Boromir took his time exploring until he felt Faramir tense and curse obscenely under his breath.

“Have I hurt you, my lovely one?” Boromir asked, without removing his finger which was deep inside his brother’s blessed warmth.

“Nay… you’ve touched…oh, gods, do it again!” Faramir said and his brother obliged, seizing the moment to withdraw and to insert another finger, now massaging the spot Faramir had indicated with built-up efforts. His own length felt like it would burst apart and Boromir feared he would actually bleed when he came, but he was determined to make it as painless as possible for his adored brother.

“Boromir, for Eru’s sake, do it now before this kills me!” Faramir pleaded.

All Boromir had to do was to shift his hips just a little, so that the head of his shaft rested flush against Faramir’s opening. He stroked it a few times with an oil-slick hand and then just held himself in place, nodding to his brother and kissing him as he felt Faramir begin to sink down on him.

And then he was sucked into this time outside of time, into that world he had dreamed of, where there were no rules and ancient laws, just Faramir and him, blissfully entwined and never to be separated. Faramir’s body felt heavenly to say the least, everything was hot and slick and Boromir could think and see little besides the wonderful being he so tenderly cradled against him. He drew him even closer, so that their chests touched and Faramir’s chin rested on his left shoulder, then he gave in to his body’s need and moved tentatively.

His brother’s body went limp and pliant in his embrace and every thrust he made was bolder, deeper, both their bodies shaking from the intensity of the sensations, as their chests rubbed against each other, Boromir’s length slid easily in and out of his brother’s body and Faramir’s hardness was pressed between their sweaty, moving torsos, smearing fluid all over their bellies. Boromir’s hands moved on Faramir’s back, mapping the bones which stuck out, the muscles which tensed under the smooth skin and he knew he had to…

He had to bow his head and suckle at one of Faramir’s nipples and nibble at his throat tendons, and for that he pushed Faramir down, slowly and careful not to hurt him or his own tense member, which was now bent in an unusual angle. He let their bodies readjust in their new position and resumed his hypnotic pace. This way he could look at Faramir, kiss him, bite him, mark him, whisper against his lips and worship him freely, while his little brother was as comfortable as their current predicament allowed.

Seeing Faramir give in to his pleasure was mind-blowing, and Boromir felt his little brother’s body contract around his shaft, tightly enough to make him feel like he was being smothered. If it was going to kill him, then so be it, he thought, raising his eyes to the stars visible through the hole in the rock above them. He would gladly die like this, and remain forever locked in the wonderful world his brother and he had created, just for the two of them.

But no obliterating end came. Although Boromir felt like pleasure was drowning him, making him scream for Faramir, the sight and feel of his brother’s very soul entwined with his filled him with serenity and calm, feelings so powerful that they immediately took over his mind and heart, settling into these places to keep him afloat through dark hours. True to his promise, Faramir had managed to take all his pain away, giving him strength and confidence to look forward, towards the future, instead of brooding over the past.

When his eyes were able to focus again, he looked at his brother’s smiling face and moved to shower it with kisses before asking:

“What is on your mind now, love?”

He was actually surprised that Faramir could form coherent images and thoughts at a time when his own name was just slowly coming back to him.

“A memory from our childhood has haunted me the whole evening… and now it feels that we’ve completed the rite.” Faramir hesitantly spoke, his voice affected by little tremors of echoing pleasure.

“Share this with me, brother…lover.” Boromir said.

“I remember being five, and very eager to please you because you were more present in my little world than mother or father… I remember you dressing me up in a curtain and naming me your bride that day, carrying me around in that makeshift gown and braiding flowers in my hair… I remember you speaking a vow in my presence under the White Tree… I remember your hands tickling me until you made me say ‘I do’. And Boromir…”

The day Faramir had remembered had come back to Boromir as well, making him feel more conflicted and torn inside than ever before.

“Yes, my love?”

“I remember meaning the words. I’ve been yours since then.” Faramir had to speak looking at the stars above them.

Boromir was not yet strong enough to leave his brother’s body, and he hardened back painfully upon hearing Faramir say:

“To you, I will always be your bride. To all other men I will be Captain and leader. Wherever I go, I shall carry a part of you with me, in me, and no other shall have my love.”

“Gods,“ Boromir gasped as the maddening heat around him became agonizingly tight as well. “I cannot give you anything else but myself, but I give myself whole and for all time.”

Faramir smiled in sheer contentment, his face beaming as he concluded: “We are now joined until the world’s end, and I will go anywhere with you, whether you are over the hills and far away or right here in my arms.”

END!

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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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