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Death Long Suffered (NC-17) Print

Written by Alcardilmë

09 December 2009 | 33441 words

Chapter Twenty-Two – At What Cost

“You look as sweet as a babe, with that little, pouting face.” Boromir kissed his little brother again, this time on the forehead. “If I touch you further, I will not be—Mmmph!”

Faramir pulled him down and attacked his brother’s mouth, laving his tongue over Boromir’s lips, his teeth, his tongue, delving as deeply as possible. Not until he needed a breath did he leave off the assault. “I think this is not a babe who touches you!”

“Faramir.” Boromir’s body sang. “You must… rest… I cannot… Oh Faramir,” he moaned as Faramir’s hand closed over his crotch.

“You are taking the second watch. We have not much time left. No time for rest. No time for sleep, dear brother.”

Boromir wondered that Faramir had the breath to speak, he himself unable to think, let alone sleep. He pushed Faramir away. “We have six hours!”

“Not enough time.” Faramir attacked Boromir’s mouth again and effectively stilled any further comments. When at last he broke the kiss, he leaned back on the cushions that covered the camp cot. “It is a little tight here.” He loosened the laces on his leggings. “Mayhap we should move all these.” He motioned with a smile to the myriad pillows strewn about.

Boromir nodded and helped move the cushions to the floor.

Faramir lay back on them and watched him. “I think it time we consummated our love.”

Not only his cock, but Boromir’s whole body responded to the lust in Faramir’s voice. He had all he could do not to shiver violently. He slowly pulled his tunic off, then kicked off his boots. He tore his under shirt in two, buttons1 flying, and thrown aside. As slowly as possible, he unlaced his leggings, letting them fall about his hips. His cock, straight and full, stood up proudly amongst the dusting of short hair.

Faramir moved from the cushions, knelt in front of his brother, and pulled Boromir’s leggings down.

Boromir laid his hand upon Faramir’s head and stepped out of the riding breeches. He did not let go, once he was naked, just gently held his brother’s head. “You should be resting,” he whimpered.

Faramir moved forward and licked Boromir’s member.

The Captain of Gondor groaned.

“Sh, Boromir. I cannot rest with that noise.”

“Faramir… please… you must… rest.” Fearing for his brother’s health, Boromir tried to pull back. “You were done in before we even finished sparring, not an hour past. Oh Valar!”

Faramir’s tongue ran up and down his brother’s shaft, while his hand gently cradled his balls. “You taste sweet, Boromir. I would not have thought it.” He licked at the cum that started to leak from his brother’s cock. “Oh, you taste good.”

Boromir moaned. “Faramir… Faramir… Faramir…” His breath came in gasps.

Faramir looked up at him. “I love you, Boromir. I know no better way to show it. After this, when I finish, I will expect the same. If you love me.”

Tears filled Boromir’s eyes and spilled over. “I do love you, Faramir.” He swallowed tightly. “I always have.”

“I know,” Faramir whispered gently, then swore. “Balrog’s breath! Where did I put it?”

He moved around the cushions, pushing them hither and thither.

“Please, Faramir. I order you to rest.” Frustration ran rampant in his voice.

“Ah, here it is.” Faramir held up a small vial. “Mablung’s wife sent this.”

“What! Mablung’s wife?” Boromir’s face flamed. “Mablung’s wife?”

“Nice woman, is she not?” Faramir grabbed Boromir’s ankle and pulled him back onto the cushions. “Please stay still, Boromir. I have not the strength to wrestle with you.” His smile belied the plea for mercy. And then he took Boromir into his mouth.

His brother shrieked as Faramir’s teeth scraped down his cock. “What… What are you doing?”

“Just making sure you realize, if you move wrongly, I might slip.” Faramir chuckled, his mouth full, and the sensation caused Boromir to scream again.

“I will… stay still,” he moaned.

“Thank you. Now, how does this feel?” He touched Boromir’s anus and almost lost the cock deeply entrenched in his mouth as Boromir shrieked and bucked. “Valar, Boromir. Father will hear you if you continue thus. And I have barely started. Stop your caterwauling!2

Boromir shuddered.

“You like this? Good.” He plunged an oil-slicked finger into Boromir and held on tightly as his brother bucked three or four times. Pleased as he was by Boromir’s reaction, he lost count. “Hold still, Boromir. Just a little longer.” Another digit joined the first. And then another.

Boromir writhed. “Faramir.” He swallowed hard. “Oh, Faramir.” The gentle caressing voice turned into another shriek as Faramir’s long fingers stroked his prostate. Boromir’s arcing body threw Faramir off him. He grabbed his brother’s arms and pushed him against the gaudy Haradric cushions. “You toy with me,” he gulped. “I can endure this no longer.”

Boromir took the vial from the floor and dumped a large quantity of oil on his hand, then thrust three fingers inside Faramir, scissoring quickly. “I would have taken you slowly,” he sobbed.

“I do not want it slow, Boromir,” Faramir whispered. “I want it hard, like you. I want you deep within me. I do not want to think. I want to feel. Do it now, Boromir.”

The elder brother pulled his fingers out, weeping openly, and took his shaft in hand, thrusting it deeply into Faramir’s opening. Thrusting once, twice, he wailed. “It should not be like this,”

“Yes. It must. He thrust hard, Boromir. You must thrust harder. You must take me and wipe away all remembrance of him. Please, Boromir. I am sorry.”

Boromir stilled and wept bitterly. His chin shook as his teeth clenched against muffled sobs. “I finally understand. I will take you hard, Faramir. Your body will not remember him, I promise. And later perhaps, I might take you as I had wished. Gently. And in love.”

“You do this in love, Boromir. Be not afraid for me.”

Boromir took a deep breath, then thrust until his mind clouded and all he knew or felt was his brother’s tight crevice, the muscle throbbing against him, clenching him until his seed filled Faramir, and then, Boromir of Gondor lost all thought.

“Boromir?” Faramir called after Boromir spilled. “Boromir.” Fear took his heart. “What have I done? Asked beyond his endurance? Boromir, oh Boromir, please wake.” He stroked his brother’s cheek, crying silently. “What have I done?”

Boromir moaned softly.

Faramir took his brother’s lips in a gentle kiss. “Boromir?”

Blinking a few times, Boromir opened his eyes. “Faramir? Are you all right? I did not… By the Valar, Faramir, do not ask that of me again. I cannot endure the thought of competing with him. Did you?” He looked down and saw Faramir’s cock, hard and straight. “I am sorry.” He swallowed hard, and took Faramir’s shaft in hand.

“Boromir, wait a moment, please?”

Boromir stilled.

“Hold me, please?”

Boromir let go Faramir’s shaft and pulled his brother close in a tight embrace. He had not stopped crying; he did not know if he ever would stop crying. His heart was broken.

“Boromir. I will never again feel the way I do now. Cleansed. Does that make any sense whatsoever?”

“It does, Faramir.”

“But at what cost to you? Oh Boromir. I did not realize.” Faramir’s eyes widened in horror at the grief he saw etched onto Boromir’s face. “I have wounded you.”

“Sh, Faramir. I would die for you.”


A/N

1 Buttons – I hesitated using buttons as part of Boromir’s clothing as most fanfic writers seem to use less ‘civilized’ clothing for the people of Middle-earth. Yet, I finally decided to go for it – citing Bilbo’s lost buttons as he exited the cave after finding Gollum in The Hobbit.

2 Caterwauling – to utter long wailing cries, as cats in rutting time. Don’t you just love this word!!!

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43 Comment(s)

An interesting start to the story. Poor Faramir! I look forward to the next installment.

— Ria    Friday 24 July 2009, 2:40    #

Saw this started on Henneth-Annun, and hoped it would come here as well. A very difficult topic, and you are handling it with great care!

— ebbingnight    Friday 24 July 2009, 23:45    #

Many thaks Ria and ebbingnight for reading. I hope you enjoy this. It is a bitter-sweet little tale. Alcardilme

Alcardilmë    Monday 3 August 2009, 20:57    #

I have not been to this site for quite some time now. I havn’t had time but I have missed it. I found some free time today and I sat down to see if there were any new stories, and I found yours. I once made a promice that I would never again read a WIP that wasn’t finnished. I will never be so foolish ever again, I can’t belive that I almost missed this. Now here I am with my heart in my throat just waiting for a new chapter. I love this story. The way you are jumping between time is so skillful, it’s just perfect. The subject is indeed a hard one but the way you are dealing with it is remarkable.
Thank you for letting us read this story. I am hooked.
Thank you

— Ingrid    Wednesday 5 August 2009, 10:06    #

Many thanks, Ingrid. For your hearts ease, this tale is complete; (I have felt the same way abouts WIPs – which made me vow never to start a tale and not finish it!) I am just putting it up chapter by chapter… trying to put up one every 4-6 days. I hope I sustain your interest and delight! You really help a writer feel good.

Alcardilmë    Wednesday 5 August 2009, 13:26    #

My heart be still!
You really do know how too keep a girl in suspence. I just love it. It’s so perfect and the way that you write sends shivers down my spine, in a most delightful way, I am a lover of a beautiful language and yours… I can’t even find a word to do it justice.
How i wished that I could write like you but sadly that is a talant I am denied. Lucky for me I can always come here and read it over and over again and it will always be here.
Thank you again

— Ingrid    Sunday 9 August 2009, 21:00    #

blushes Thank you very much. Even after all these years of writing, it still tickles my heart to be so kindly applauded. Again, 10,000 thanks!

— Alcardilmë    Monday 10 August 2009, 0:24    #

Yes!! One more chapter.
I am so glad that Faramir is awake but I fear for him as he in time comes will remeber or find out what has happened to him, how will he cope with that? What a sweet song Boromir sang to him, you have really captured the love between them in a beautiful way. I hope that Boromir can help his ‘little one’. Boromir reminds me so much about my own big brother, so I can’t help but love him.
I am thankfull that Denethor is not a brutal monster but that he actually care about both his sons. It is sad though, that it would have to come to such a terrible thing like this for Denethor to show some love and concern for his youngest.
Can hardly wait for the following chapters.
Hugs

— Ingrid    Friday 14 August 2009, 21:51    #

Thank you so much! The way that Tolkien describes B & F’s love for each other in the Appendix is so beautiful and poignant – especially considering what happens in their lives. (the song is one I made up and sang to my own children; they now sing it to theirs!)

As for Denethor – it would be rare indeed for me to ever ‘abuse’ the man. I thought he was a tragic hero in LotR.

Bless you for your kind words and your enthusiasm. MOST appreciated!

Alcardilmë    Saturday 15 August 2009, 3:43    #

(Whispers between tears) Thank you so much.
Lovely and beautiful is not enough for such a story.

— Ingrid    Wednesday 19 August 2009, 12:07    #

Ah, Ingrid – offers a clean hanky – sorry for the tears, but I’m glad they were ‘happy’ tears… or perhaps contented tears. Bless you!

Alcardilmë    Thursday 20 August 2009, 2:40    #

You are so talented. The way you write, it feels like I am almost there, like I am a spirit standing beside and can do nothing but witness the horrors.
You are a genious, a creator, a wounder.
I wish that my first language was english so that I could realy tell you what my heart speaks

— Ingrid    Saturday 29 August 2009, 10:19    #

Your heart speaks through your words and mine is forever toched.

Bless you for the very kind review. I am grateful beyond words!

Alcardilmë    Sunday 30 August 2009, 21:02    #

I feel blessed for being able and allowed to read this. The story is so wonderful, I will never be able to thank you or praise you enough. Everything just gets better and better. Poor Boromir, trying so hard to do what he think is best for Faramir, and poor Faramir who can’t understand why his beloved brother has changed so much. I have said it before and I say it again, I wished that I had your talent for writing.

—    Wednesday 9 September 2009, 14:28    #

I cannot thank you enough for this review. I just got totally, soundly, and horrendously rejected for my tale, Betrayed, at Henneth Annun.

So the timeliness of your kind words are as a soothing balm upon my dispirited and distraught soul.

Thank you – ten thousand times!!!!

Alcardilmë    Wednesday 9 September 2009, 23:01    #

I apologize that this is the first time I have left a note on this. Quite frankly early on when I saw what happened to our poor Faramir, I wasn’t sure my heart could take it and I had decided not to submerge myself. That being said, I have to tell you that I just couldnt help myself. This tale is just so wonderfully woven that I just cant let it go. I keep coming back again and again hoping our Faramir will be whole again. I have a great visual in my head of the happenings here and it keeps calling me back. Thank you for this. Based on what I see here I find it difficult to see anyone rejecting your material. Is this story on this site somewhere? Can we read it?

— Kelly    Wednesday 9 September 2009, 23:52    #

Like Kelly, I was rather wary of getting involved with the characters in this tale. I first saw it on HASA. The rape and torture of dear Faramir are quite difficult for me to endure. (I must admit to reading those parts quite quickly, with one eye closed!) The rest of the story, however, is so skillfully told and the love between the brothers is so achingly beautiful that it touches my heart.

— trixie    Thursday 10 September 2009, 0:55    #

Thanks so much, Kelly, for your review. It is beautiful. This came out of a nightmare I had; I could not sleep afterwards until I had written it down. Then, the Muse just continued – bless her! It turned into a bitter-sweet little thing that breaks my heart.

Very glad you pushed through that first chapter. It is difficult.

My other tale is posted here http://www.faramirfiction.com/Fiction/betrayed

Blessings,
Alcardilme

Alcardilmë    Thursday 10 September 2009, 10:50    #

Ah, trixie, I wrote that first chapter with my eyes closed. I hated the things that happened to Faramir. He will heal, with the help of Boromir, but Boromir never will. Life can be like that sometimes.

I love your phrase ‘achingly beautiful’ – it well describes what is in my heart about their relationship.

Bless you for your kind words. They are most appreciated!

Alcardilmë    Thursday 10 September 2009, 10:56    #

I checked out Betrayed. I thought it sounded familiar. I did read it when it was posted. I liked it very much. This story also made my stomach hurt in the beginning but I couldn’t keep from reading on. I guess there is always someone that is not going to like everything. You write beautifully and the rest of us enjoy your work very much.

— Kelly    Thursday 10 September 2009, 14:36    #

Many thanks, Kelly. Even though I have written for quite some years, this year has been a difficult one. I am glad the Muse has not abandoned me, and very glad I found this site. Very decent people here. Bless you!

Alcardilmë    Friday 11 September 2009, 9:47    #

This story has everything. Love, hate, terror and even happiness.
My heart aches for the trauma Faramir is going through and for Boromir who can’t, or rather won’t, give voice to what is troubling his heart.
The way you build up the chapters and when they end one can’t seem to stop think of what will happen next, that is a heard thing to accomplish, but you have mastered that.
I am forever grateful that you had the courage to write this story.
When my returning nightmares hunts me and I am to afraid to face them, I turn to this story and I can for a short time forget my own fears.
Thank you forever and ever.

— Ingrid    Sunday 20 September 2009, 10:22    #

Many thanks for your kind words! I am so grateful this story strikes a chord. After finally realizing what the Muse wanted from the nightmare, I could only succumb and write it.

Again Many Thanks!

Alcardilmë    Wednesday 23 September 2009, 20:53    #

Our poor, gentle and sweet Faramir.
He have so much to deal with. I hope that by telling what he has been forced to endure he will come to understand that love can be something nice. I also hope that he will finally be able to sleep through a night without terrors.
Even though it brakes his heart I am sure that Boromir never will leave him or blame him for what has happened.

— Ingrid    Friday 9 October 2009, 23:01    #

That chapter was incredibly difficult to read. I can only imagine what it must have been like to write. And I do not even want to imagine what it must have been like for Boromir to hear.

— trixie    Friday 9 October 2009, 23:47    #

Ah, Ingrid – though this is AU, Boromir will leave for Rivendell… it is written in the stars.
And Boromir’s love for Faramir is quite extraordinary. But so is Faramir, is he not!

Alcardilmë    Sunday 11 October 2009, 5:27    #

Many thanks for the support on this, Trixie. It was written because of a nightmare – and this is chapter is what I saw. Nasty – to say the least!
As for Boromir – how could a brother stand to hear, let alone bear, such things? Especially one who loves his little brother with his very being?

Alcardilmë    Sunday 11 October 2009, 5:31    #

I truly admire your courage in seeing this through to the end: I suspect that many writers would soften the story somehow. But most nightmares, by definition, don’t have happy endings, do they?

— ebbingnight    Wednesday 14 October 2009, 15:42    #

This nightmare was even worse. I did tone it down a bit, except for Chapter 15. I have no idea why I dreamt of Faramir and in such dire circumstances!

Many thanks for your review and your kind words.

Alcardilmë    Sunday 18 October 2009, 5:21    #

This tale is so harrowing that at times I need to turn away. Yet it is so gripping that I cannot. I almost feel obligated to Faramir, Boromir, and you to hear this out.

— trixie    Tuesday 10 November 2009, 22:43    #

Many thanks, trixie, for not running from this tale. The brothers love for each other compells me to continue to write this.

Your comments are most appreciated. Faramir and Boromir thank you too.

Alcardilmë    Friday 13 November 2009, 5:03    #

So sweet and wonderful. I love this story so much. Thank you for sharing it with the rest of us

— Ingrid    Friday 13 November 2009, 7:43    #

I think we all needed a wee bit of a break – a smile or some such. VERY thankful for your kind comments and for your continued support.

Alcardilmë    Monday 16 November 2009, 4:32    #

Of Course you have my support. I could never leave this story nor quitting comment it. You have taken this story to a whole new level. In the beginning I feared reading, like I knew what might happen. I think I have an idea now as well… but now I am anticipating :) It is a remarkable story and you are a fantastic writer

— Ingrid    Wednesday 18 November 2009, 11:48    #

Ingrid – thanks again for your comments. Always heartening to me.

I am afraid I might disappoint you – this tale is near its ending – it doesn’t end the way I thought it would. :(

Alcardilmë    Tuesday 24 November 2009, 19:51    #

Chapter 20 made me smile and even chuckle. Any joy they can experience is precious. But, oh, this latest chapter. . . Poor Boromir, willing to give anything of himself to help his brother.And poor, poor Faramir, realizing now what he has asked of his brother.
Caterwauling is perfect :)

— trixie    Wednesday 25 November 2009, 19:00    #

This was a heartbreaking chap. Poor Boromir and Faramir. I fought not to let tears appear, but I failed miserable.

Thank you so much Hugs

— Ingrid    Monday 30 November 2009, 12:48    #

Hi, Trixie, thanks for the kind words. When one loves deeply, one will do anything… and one will be asked sometimes beyond one’s capacity… the brothers are definitely tragic characters… even in Tolkien’s books.

Alcardilmë    Tuesday 1 December 2009, 21:00    #

Ah, Ingrid… this was difficult, wasn’t it? But Faramir is now ready to continue living, though the price Boromir paid for his brother’s healing is immeasurable… Thanks for your support!

Alcardilmë    Tuesday 1 December 2009, 21:03    #

This story was wonderful. What a strange feeling now that the story has ended. Poor Boromir. I loved how you got the title of the story into the story itself. You are a true artist in your work.
Alcardilmë, I salute you.
*Kneels in front of you, with my head bowed*

— Fëawen    Thursday 10 December 2009, 7:54    #

It’s a very strange feeling being done with this – as this, I think, is one of my favorites. Many thanks for your kind words. I kneel in thanks!

Alcardilmë    Wednesday 16 December 2009, 4:53    #

The brothers have never failed to touch me. Even during a time in my life when I felt numb to everything. their tale was able to cut through the fog and move me.

The description of this tale is one that at one time I never would have opened, especially with the word ‘incest’. But I am so glad I did! It was beautiful and wrenching and captured the depth of the selfless love and devotion between the two so beautifully. Thank you!

— trixie    Friday 18 December 2009, 5:57    #

Trixie – my deepest thanks. The brothers and their love is beyond endurance – whether it be slash or not. I loved Tolkien’s appendix note about their love. Self-less and deep as the sea. Bless you for commenting!

Alcardilmë    Sunday 20 December 2009, 4:42    #

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