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Live to Tell the Tale (NC-17)

Written by Kissa

01 November 2006 | 5505 words

Chapter 2

It was then that the Prince of Mirkwood entered the room in a hurry. Éomer looked at him, startled. The elf was in his nightgown, barefoot, with his hair let loose and tousled from sleep.

Panting, Legolas spoke:

“Éomer! I know how to bring Faramir back!”

Something moved behind him and Aragorn made his appearance, grunting at having been woken up so abruptly by Legolas’ vigorous knock on his bedroom door. Aragorn’s bed head was, if possible, even more risible than Legolas’, because while the elf prince managed to keep his aristocratic appearance, the King of Men looked as if he had been sleeping in the chicken shack.

“Would you care to share your new-found knowledge with us, meldir?” Aragorn said, after clearing his throat.

“It is quite disturbing. Éomer will surely not like it.” Legolas said, having regained his normal, detached tone.

“For the sake of all the Valar, Legolas… we don’t have eternity at our disposal as you do, tell us already!” Aragorn snapped. “I want my Steward back, damn it!” He pouted.

“Well, you are men. You might not like this, but… Faramir is being held prisoner by a mighty shadow with great magical powers. It will take a very special kind of force to reclaim our dear friend from the shadow. A force that only Éomer possesses.”

Aragorn seemed to know now where Legolas was coming from. He sat on the bed on Éomer’s side and caressed a few rebellious locks away.

“You love Faramir, don’t you? Like I love my Arwen… You always have.”

Éomer felt himself blush intensely when he nodded, murmuring a faint “Aye, I do”. He would have shouted it, but his voice would not cooperate more.

“You know, in some cases, when an elf is fading, only another elf’s selfless offering can save him. By binding himself to the fading one, the one who completes the bond reclaims him from the realm of shadows.” Legolas spoke.

“I will do it!” Éomer said without giving it any thought. It was his chance to make up for his heartless behavior years ago, when Faramir had begged him to accept his love and he had refused, out of fear and doubt. Now he was in doubt no more.

Legolas sat on the bed too, on Faramir’s side, and said:

“Éomer, do you know what the bonding means? There is also a physical side to it, one that men often do not approve of and most warriors find degrading… I am saying you will have to take Faramir to bring him back. You will have to make love to him and let your souls merge.”

“Will that bring him back… to me?” Éomer asked. “As I will do it, no matter what risks that implies for me – even if I have to go and hide in Mordor afterwards.”

“I doubt you will need to do so… and Faramir will be bound to you… you will not be allowed to take any other lover for as long as he lives and the two of you will die on the same day, at the same moment.” Legolas shrugged. “It is how it works with elves… let us hope it works in this case too.”

“But Legolas, how can he do that? Éomer cannot move!” Aragorn pointed out matter-of-factly.

“We can… assist them a bit.” Legolas said. “Unless you recoil at the mere thought of that, Estel, in which case I shall do it alone.”

Aragorn hesitated. He had often thought about the matter of love between people of the same gender, as growing up in Imladris had meant he had seen cases of elves who preferred those similar to them. As King, he had not outlawed this, but it was seen as common courtesy in Gondor for all trysts to remain private, regardless of their nature.

“I shall do all it takes to bring my Steward back… And all it takes to see these two together, as I can feel the love these two share. ‘t would be a pity if they were to spend their lives in denial and apart.” he said. “Just… tell me what to do, Legolas.”

The elf nodded and they set off to work, followed by Éomer’s gaze. Legolas left the room and returned shortly, holding a jar of salve. Grinning, he said:

“This will make things go faster and… smoother.”

Aragorn nodded and made to lift Éomer from the bed, bending over him. Legolas first spread Faramir’s legs as wide as comfort allowed and directed Aragorn to kneel between his Steward’s legs and to pull Éomer in a similar position in front of him. They both struggled with the massive body of the Rohirrim, but in the end they managed.

Faramir, who had slipped into unconsciousness again, woke up anew and watched them with hopeful, pleading eyes.

The elf prince scooped a generous amount of salve onto his fingers and, at Aragorn, Éomer and Faramir’s inquisitive looks, he explained:

“I shall prepare Faramir to make it less painful. Éomer is fairly well endowed and sticking all that thick length in such a tiny opening will hurt… And we do not want to cause Faramir even more pain than that he’s been through already, do we?”

Aragorn realized where the elf’s fingers were going next and he cringed, making a small noise of discomfort in his throat. Legolas smiled back at him and sighed.

“Would you rather do it?” The elf asked. As Aragorn’s face shifted to an expression of sheer panic, he sighed more deeply. “I thought so. But someone has to do it. You try to make the king of Rohan up for the task.”

Bending to his work, he took Faramir’s member in his left hand and stroked it lightly, carefully. He was sorry that Faramir’s real lover couldn’t do that for him, but for the moment such was the situation. He had never touched a man’s member before and wondered at the strange feel of it… like suede under his fingers. When the slightest twitch made itself felt, he rejoiced at the sign of sensitivity returning to the beautiful young warrior’s body. Encouraging himself one last time, he stroked the small exposed entrance and spread the salve evenly, pressing only slightly in with one finger.

By the time he had two fingers in, he remembered something about elven anatomy and wanted to see if it was a shared feature with the race of men. Testing his theory, he crooked his fingers a bit and felt a shiver course through Faramir’s whole body and the length in his hand throbbed. Smiling victoriously, he continued to stretch Faramir’s opening further, adding more salve and another finger. Turning to look appreciatively at Éomer’s sleeping length, he added a fourth finger just to be sure.

Faramir was as relaxed as he could be, the fact he could not control his body helping in that regard, but even as Legolas pulled his fingers out, he could tell the young man was still too tight. Hopefully he would not feel the pain the same way as he would have if he had been in good health. Even without invading the young Gondorian’s mind, Legolas could tell he needed extra special care, as it was probably his first time being taken.

Little did he know, it was Faramir’s first time ever.

Faramir had not even looked at anyone else since Éomer had chased him away in such a tactless manner. He did not want anyone but the blonde Rohirrim.

After a short trip to the washing room to clean his fingers, Legolas returned to the bed and moved to lean back on the headboard, spreading his legs too and lifting Faramir a bit, so that the Steward lay with his back against Legolas’ chest and with his head on Legolas’ left shoulder.

Having whispered words of encouragement and even sharing some of his dirty fantasies with Éomer, Aragorn had managed to at least attract his attention, and he could tell he had by the groans Éomer let out repeatedly. Getting bolder, and urged on by Legolas’ advice, he had even grasped Éomer’s impressive shaft and, getting over the initial awkwardness, he had stroked it as if it was his own. To his complete amazement, it had hardened almost instantly.

He now held Éomer, still stroking the length lightly and even daring to kiss his neck and ear a bit… just out of curiosity. He had never held a naked man in his arms this intimately, and now he’d had the occasion to notice how delicious Éomer’s scent was from up close.

“Alright… Now comes the crucial part… Let’s hope this works.” Legolas said, reaching over Faramir to pull his legs up and apart, exposing him. Still, at all times, Faramir’s gaze remained clear and calm, and he even smiled a bit, which was a good sign.

“I want you to arrange Éomer’s body in a comfortable position and guide him in.” Legolas said with a straight face.

How the elf could remain so undisturbed by the enormity of what they were doing, Aragorn did not know. Somehow it felt like they were playing with real-scale dolls. But the way they were playing with them, did that say anything about the two of them? He decided it was best not to think so much and to act more. Grabbing hold of Éomer’s huge shaft, he nudged him closer to Faramir’s laid out body and he worked the rigid thick length in at an agonizing pace. It still looked incredibly painful.

An indescribable sound came from Faramir’s throat as soon as he was breached with the head of Éomer’s erection. It was soon joined by a similar one, emitted by the Rohirrim. Aragorn, who was holding him, felt a slight change… like a meltdown was starting.

“Gods, aye!” Faramir mewled very distinctly as Legolas was stroking his chest and lightly teasing his nipples with callused hands, to distract him from the inherent pain. Éomer had nearly managed to support himself and his hips were cooperating too.

The elf looked into Aragorn’s eyes and victory shone in his azure eyes. Faramir’s voice had returned, even if only timidly.

By the time Aragorn had managed to work half of Éomer’s length in, Faramir was crying softly, mumbling things which only Legolas could hear and understand. Apparently, they were good things, as they made the elf smile continuously. Reaching in front of him, Legolas gestured for Aragorn to lift Éomer’s arms and he guided them downward, making them bend and rest on either side of Faramir’s face.

As soon as most of his length was sheathed in the incredible warmth of Faramir’s body, Éomer felt something snap inside him and he felt control over his body returning to him. He held himself up on his forearms and kissed his lover tenderly, his tears rolling down hotly over his cheeks and onto Faramir’s face.

When he broke off the kiss, he said: “I was so wrong, my love. Forgive me, please,”speaking the words almost in despair. He still could not believe this was happening to him, that Faramir had consented to this and that he was being given another chance.

“I waited… Love you… Always have.” Faramir spoke, still hesitant in his speech, his eyes confirming the truth of his words.

Never before experienced sensations of heat and pleasure coursed through him and Éomer felt the first small ripples of muscles contracting around him… even now Faramir was thinking of him first.

As Legolas urged him to move, dragging Aragorn away from the bed at the same time, he began to grind his hips gently against his lover, whose life-force was returning with each minute roll of Éomer’s hips.

“I love you… I can only love you.” Éomer spoke, his words drowned in tears.

Then the pleasure claimed him as both he and Faramir recovered fully and were able to move against each other. Slowly, they found their rhythm together, letting each muscle adjust and enjoying every small sensation, whether it was from a re-sensitized patch of skin or the molten heat which emanated from the place in which their bodies were joined.

Faramir was still mostly quiet, but his eyes bore this expression of utter awe and surrender, as he felt time had stopped for him and Éomer, the joining of their souls becoming stronger as their bodies followed.

Aragorn and Legolas left the room and the two lovers to complete their union in private, having seen the two men absorbed in each other so deeply and after making sure they had all they needed within reach.

Although he was not pounding the body beneath him frantically, like he was used to, Éomer was taking great pleasure in taking this body, because this was different, he did not simply look for his own release, but he was trying to share himself and all his pleasure with the one he had belonged to all along. In those moments, as climax washed over him and his seed filled Faramir, he knew this was what he had been looking for all his life and that never again would he seek for anything or need anyone else.

He felt warm wetness on his belly and knew that his lover had found completion as well, only a heartbeat after him. Watching Faramir’s face contort in utter abandon as he came and feeling the hot, slick channel clenching almost painfully around him was more than he could endure, so Éomer found that more pleasure came upon him and even more of his essence was milked out of him.

It took a great deal of care to pull out without causing his lover discomfort, but after he did so, he spooned himself against Faramir’s back, gathering him in his arms. Faramir turned his head and they shared a long, incinerating kiss before any of them spoke.

“You’re mine now.” Faramir said softly.

“Aye, and you are mine. I am sorry I opened my eyes so late… almost too late.” Éomer replied, still feeling humbled by the thought Faramir, unlike him, had believed in their love and had waited for him all those years, while he was spending himself with nameless partners.

“I would have waited still… even in death.”

“And I would have followed you soon, had it not been for our perceptive elven friend.” Éomer gave back.

Faramir smiled at his lover’s words and said:

“I tried to reach you, but you were so absorbed in guilt and denial. The shadows were too strong, I called to you and you did not hear… it was our luck that Legolas was around to hear me.”

“I am truly lucky and blessed to have you forever by my side. “the King of Rohan spoke. “Come rule with me, as an equal, and never leave my side again.”

“I will, aye, but Ithilien will not lose her Prince either.” came Faramir’s reply.

“Indeed, I will not allow it. For I have learned now that losing you is like losing light of day and beat of life…”

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