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If you can't see me as who I am, then why bother? (NC-17)

Written by Laivindur

22 April 2012 | 74699 words | Work in Progress

Chapter Fifteen. Storm and engage.

The tall and strong stone walls of The white city sheltered its people from the cold wind made by a cruel storm coming from the cold north. Through openings in the walls the fierce wind found a way to remind the people of the harsh weather coming this time of year.
Even so, that wasn’t what bothered the youngest steward at the moment where he walked through the streets. Though he had left for peace, Faramir’s distress didn’t seem to leave as he walked further away from the citadel.

It seemed like everything boiled up inside just this night, and so typical; he wasn’t sure if he could keep his decency at the formal dinner with the family and his father’s company.
He had made love to Boromir for about a year now and wanted it more than anything else, but still he felt the passion grow alongside with the fear.
He worried his father would know just by looking at him; his gazes towards his youngest son had been filled with wonder, suspicion and fret.

He had seen wondering gazes being sent from Denethor to Boromir whenever he’d act childish or perhaps a bit too happy for anyone but Faramir to understand, but as usual his perfect firstborn would make his father let go of the case after a short reassurance, but still Faramir could see their father wonder behind his firstborn’s back and he feared for what he might do.

His tummy twirled as he worried, though under the most unlikely circumstances he might meet his father doing a quick errand in the soaking wet streets. The rain was soft but thick, and the few strikes of wind made the youngest steward grasp his hood.

He had no plans to where he might end up after leaving his quarters, but the usual panic striking him before meeting his father had struck harder this time, and he had to leave immediately. In between worries and fear, he sought a place to stay for the evening, or perhaps the whole night as he had no idea how to greet his father if he’d show up late for the family evening meal.

He passed doors, people, trolleys and stables, but could never be far enough away from the citadel and his demanding and disapproving father.
People gave the unfamiliar young and good looking person peculiar looks as he hurried past them. He hid under the hood when soldiers would stand guard where he went, or patrol past him; he didn’t want to talk to anyone, just hide.
After turning around a corner he saw a light at the end of the street which could be a nice tavern to hide in; it was far enough from the citadel and still it seemed like a nice and appropriate place.

As he was about to head for the small tavern, a stern but soft hand grabbed Faramir’s shoulder and he jerked around and back to face whoever had caught him.
Faramir had feared one of Denethor’s brainwashed soldiers or worse; Denethor himself, but as the wet face of a worried, but happy-to-see-his-little-brother Boromir brightened up, he sighed
“Boromir!”
“I hoped it was you. I was pretty sure it was.”
Boromir spoke calm in opposition to his anxious little brother. While gazing around for unwelcomed bystanders he brushed Boromir’s hand off and asked.
“What are you doing? You should get ready for the supper.”
After perceiving there was no one around and his nerves calmed, he looked questioningly at Boromir as he’d remained silent in the pouring rain.

He could read his brother well where he stood like a lost pup in the rain.
“Boromir, I don’t want to come back with you. I ran off this once to be able to breathe. I…I can’t stand father’s gaze this night, brother.”

In relation to Faramir with the somewhat waterproof cape and hood, Boromir looked like a drowned cat without shelter. But the rain seemed nonexistent in Boromir’s mind right then; Faramir was the only thing in the city that seemed to touch him. Faramir couldn’t bare the disappointed silence.
“It is if I can feel his whip on my back just now. I can feel the blade at my neck.”
The youngest brother was scared and tired, and the lump in his throat clasped.

“I dare not think of more as I know why I feel the cold blade at my neck. If I cast any more bad reflection on father, especially this, if he finds out…I don’t think he is ever going to let people know why I simply just disappear one day with no traces from my existence. Or perhaps my head will roll away from Gondor after it is chopped off and…”

“Speak no more, little one.”
Boromir’s words were firm like mountains as they always were when speaking of protection for something dear to him.
“Father will never do that even though your thoughts of him not loving you are correct. But I know he loves you, and he would never do that. I will not let him anyway. I will never let him hurt you ever again.”

The older brother’s attempt to calm his little one failed as Faramir’s heart doubted every word and despaired.

A strong blow of the wind kept Boromir from hearing the sob from his upset little brother as he threw his gaze downwards while trying not to break apart, but he could see the sad face underneath the dark green hood. He cupped the wet cheek to make him face him and almost pulled him close for a kiss while wanting to bring him home in his warm embrace by the hearth. Faramir spoke ahead of him.
“However…”
Faramir jerked away from his touch quite anxious and his voice shook.
“…I can’t go back. I fear what will happen if I do, and besides, you will do great with father. There’s no question that he loves and admires you and he will probably be pleased to have some time with you where I am not present. Please, go so you don’t have to explain why you’re late. I hate to make you lie.”

Boromir nodded and moved his hand to Faramir’s shoulder. He gave him a hug, a lingering hug which made Faramir’s loneliness the rest of the night enduring.

The morning damp of the storm still made the walls wet, and where Faramir walked through the empty streets this very early morning, a child drew circles and figures on a dirty wall.

The small child turned to look upon the weary but gracious man as he was passing with barely a glance at him.

“Good morning, mister.”

The thin and small voice greeted him, and as he stopped in surprise and met the dark brown big eyes in the pale and dirty face, he smiled and nodded so the child smiled back to him and the chubby cheeks shaped the sad eyes into a smile as well. The youngest steward bit his teeth to go on further up the circles and the child waited until the strange man he’d never seen before was out of sight before turning to draw on the dirty wall again.

Denethor had summoned his youngest son to his room after breakfast where Faramir had not been present.
‘Boromir must have made the time with father quite worth the while since he’s not screaming’
Faramir thought while his father spoke

“I understand, Faramir that you are young and restless, and probably want to spend your nights out in the city. It grieves me however that you do not come to me about the issue; instead you sneak out and lie. I have tried to teach both of you to be honest and true. I see that Boromir is coping far better than you at this.”

Faramir couldn’t look at his father any longer as he was about to fall to his knees and tell the whole story.

“I hope that you turn the tides with your dishonesty, for else I must take precautions or make you face the consequences.”

A silent while past between them where Denethor saw Faramir sway the slightest while staring at the floor in shame, and the father could only see a problem child face its uselessness once again.

“I hope you understand, Faramir. I also hope that you do change to the better, and that I do not have to be bothered by you in the future. When Boromir is now reaching for the rule, and when he does, I pray that you agree with him and do whatever he orders you too. I will turn in the grave if you disobey him as you do with me.”

“I will promise Boromir to follow him just as I have promised you, father. I will give my life for Boromir, do not be afraid of any treason from me.”

Faramir had not yet dared to look at Denethor as he was on the merge to release the rumbling feelings, and hoped he would stand his ground until having his leave.
Denethor squinted at his son who loved his brother more than him. He couldn’t blame him though, Boromir had been there for him when he had not, and he knew nothing of what they had together, but he knew it was something strong.
“You are dismissed.”
Faramir bowed with a quick glare at his father and left.

Just before Boromir was about to grab the handle, Faramir jumped up from the red quilt.
“Wait!”
Boromir turned to look at his half naked brother still with his wavering hand above the handle, and his little brother continued.

“We must figure out different excuses.”
Boromir stepped two steps closer to his lover while gesturing and speaking as if it was the simplest task.
“You have been caught in a book and skipped out on time…”

Faramir gestured hectically.
“No, we have been using that excuse far too many times.”

Boromir had been closing in on Faramir, and smiled “But you do that far too many times too, little brother.”

He ruffled Faramir’s hair and turned to the door again saying.
“While you have been reading your life away, I’ve overslept.”

The general turned with a smirk at his malcontent and unconvinced brother. He stepped out of the bed to dress after glaring at the easy going man, and stood now with his trousers on and hands on his waists while glaring at his still smirking brother, and then he looked away while shaking his head in unwillingly agreement.
“Alright we can go by that.”

He looked again at Boromir “But next time we have to find something better.”
Boromir was gone and Faramir did not look forward to meet their father with his low excuse.

The winter in Gondor had gone easier than usual and the brothers had gotten more time together than expected, though Faramir was often sent to Ithilien to maintain the refuge Henneth Annûn while Boromir got to stay home in the warm citadel while learning more of the stewardship.
Years passed where Faramir spent a lot of time training and patrolling with battles and hunts in between to keep his lands safe, and the steward spent a lot of time teaching his oldest son how to rule a kingdom.
Boromir understood that his father was keeping a sharp eye at him as there was something he knew was kept from him, so the heir deleted Faramir from his mind to seem like the old Boromir again, and even more whenever around the steward. But he turned guilty and struck with sadness and loneliness in the evenings where the longing for his little one was strongest.

A late night in one of the splendid springs in Minas Tirith where Faramir had turned 24 only weeks ago, he was kept busy by paperwork and planning of a new construction in the city.
Since the day Boromir had rescued Faramir from being burn marked by two poor and desperate elder boys, the two steward brothers had been spending some of their free time from Denethor’s orders to help the villagers.

Since Boromir was mostly occupied by his father in the citadel or meetings and planning, Faramir had more time to help and assist the villagers who got closer to the youngest lord day by day, and he created good relationships with his people and enjoyed every moment of it. It delighted Faramir even more as Denethor approved this as well.

Whenever the oldest brother could help out, he wished to do more practical tasks, so Faramir would often do Boromir’s paperwork while he helped building, carrying, or whatever hard work the people needed. Sometimes Boromir would bring along some of his soldiers too and they would have a great time at the Silver boot after a hard day’s work.

As the night got older, Boromir would come to Faramir’s chamber for a jolly ending.

This night he had a bad conscious leaving his little brother with the boring protocols, letters and notations, and opened the door to his chamber silently. He was in a sorry but silly mood, and if he was lucky, Faramir would be standing ready to be ambushed by a love sick brother.

As he opened the door without a sound he heard Faramir humming. His lovely voice calmed the goofy state of his elder brother and all he could do was listen while staring at him from the door.
Faramir was wearing his new ranger equipment his father finally had handed out, and was standing by the second chair at the desk. He was submerged into a paper held by his right hand and Boromir thought his beautiful brother’s singing was like the most adorable bird in all of Arda. He could be a rare eagle soaring the sky in freedom, but he frowned by him wearing the ranger uniform.

The worry of having his brother sent on another mission made him forget about the ambush and didn’t concern his stealth anymore while walking towards the calm man.
Faramir was deeply concentrated in the papers and didn’t notice Boromir before he was in the corner of his eye, and he made a sudden stop in his lovely humming after he got startled by the sudden appearance.
His attentive eyes shone upon him.
“Greetings brother, have you enjoyed yourself this evening?”

The youngest asked while turning back to some other papers at the desk. He hid his smile, knowing exactly what went through his brother’s mind and placed some papers in a pile. Boromir smirked with dark eyes at his adorable hard working brother and loved it when he acted formal towards him even when they were alone. It was like a teasing challenge to bring down the wall of uptight official behavior that surrounded him.

He cupped Faramir’s waists in his hands and rested his head on his shoulder. Faramir stood smiling and felt warm by his brother’s hug. It looked rather funny with the pickled elder brother snuggling at the busy little brother who accepted the hug but still waited for it to end so he could finish off with the work.

As Faramir raised his hands still with the papers in them to give a hint, he waited for Boromir to free him. He didn’t let go and stood like that for a while with Faramir patiently waiting, not that he was that much against the demanding brother.
After a shooting star fled across the dark sky outside the window, Boromir spoke “You have a beautiful voice, Faramir.”
Faramir leant his head against his brother’s, and smiled.

“Mother taught me.”
Faramir glanced at the window and pushed backwards so they stepped away from sight.
Then he turned to face his brother with a concerned open shining face, but Boromir smiled to show that the mention of their mother had not hurt him.
He loved it when Faramir praised their mother by either singing, reading or even mention her, sadly Denethor never did. Faramir understood he was only trying to be strong like their father when he saw the painful beat in his brother’s heart force him to lose sight to the floor and the smile fainted.
Still with his papers in his hands, Faramir hugged his elder brother softly. Boromir felt better holding a bit of his mother in his arms, and leaned his chin on top of his little brother’s head with a sigh.

Faramir rested on Boromir’s collarbone and could feel the vibration on his chest when he spoke “Will you sing for me?”
Faramir smiled and started humming. Boromir faded away in the viral voice and almost wept as he could picture their mother in front of him, telling how proud she was of both of her sons. The lump in Boromir’s throat grew as he thought of his father and little brother.

His little one had started with some recognizable words in between, but laughed a bubbly laughter as he retreated from the hug to look at Boromir while speaking.
“I do not remember all the words mother used to sing, but I remember how it went by voice.”
“Keep going.” Boromir made to say despite the tightened throat. Even though Faramir noticed, he leant carefully back to his brother’s strong chest and started humming again.
He felt Boromir’s grip tighten around him after a short while, and he thought it sad that Boromir hadn’t got to listen to their mother sing as much as he.

Faramir stopped humming as the hug got even tighter; even underneath his leather armor he could feel Boromir’s hard muscles press against him.
“Boromir, dear, what’s wrong?”
The great warrior sat back at the bed so Faramir had to surrender to his knees still in Boromir’s tight embrace.
As he felt the strong brother tremble around him and release a few sobs he also felt a lump grow within.

“Boromir.” Faramir’s voice broke and made the warrior sob even more. He embraced his crying brother and tried once more “Boromir.” but it ended up in both of them sobbing and weeping in each other’s embrace. The younger brother embraced his elder as hard as he could and tried to comfort the devastated man.

Boromir missed his mother a lot and sobbed greatly. Faramir’s light tears rolled along with his brother’s and they stayed like this for a long while.

The tears of Faramir was brushed off by the broad shoulders of his brother as his hands were tied, and his knees started to ache by the cold floor, but he waited patiently for Boromir. He was glad to see his brother alright again when he finally spoke after a sniff and wipe away of his tears.
“Why are you wearing your ranger clothes?”

Faramir smiled and said as humble as Faramir does “I am an archery teacher for children. Earlier today I had my second class, and they are great, though I miss the discipline of the rangers sometimes.”

Boromir smiled and stroke him on the shoulder.
“You’re the best teacher which they are blessed with.” Boromir said and leaned carefully in for a kiss. Faramir met his lips and was about to caress his cheek when he realized his hands were full of papers. He waved them in his lover’s face and he retreated blinking and dazzled until he saw what was flapping in front of him. Then he smiled and let his brother rise for his desk.

Faramir hurried to gain control over the papers once more and sorted them to finish them off the next day. In the meantime, Boromir looked foxy at him and leaned back at the bed while sniffling one last time before speaking seductively.
“Do you remember the first time, Faramir?”
Faramir froze for a second over the desk and papers before blushing in a smile “Yes…I do.”
Boromir laughed.

“I remember wondering if I ever got to do you since you got home injured all the time.”
“That is why I finally got to kill the orcs before they could even scratch me; I thought of you fucking me.”

Boromir struck back by laughter, and lay down at the bed laughing even more. The thought of his brother killing for a fuck was hilarious to him.

Faramir giggled.
“What? You would not touch me if I got injured so I decided not to.”
With Boromir laughing in the back, Faramir smiled still sorting papers. The heir pictured thousands of orcs between him and a ravaging Faramir.
Slowly Boromir’s laughter calmed and the ranger shook his head while still sorting papers.
“I’m glad you have this ambition Faramir, not just to have me rule you in bed, but also…” Faramir froze while bending over the desk for a paper by Boromir’s cocky remark. This Boromir had noticed and therefore he stopped and waited in excitement for the scowling brother to turn for his backfire.

When he met his little brother’s challenging glare from over his shoulder, he leant back on his hands with a grin.
“…admit it. I do rule you in bed.”
As Boromir saw Faramir straighten up in a matter where his hands slid on the desk threateningly, he sat up and waited expectantly. The ranger turned his foxy and challenging cocky gaze to his older brother and walked silently and slowly towards the bed.

Boromir’s eyes sparkled as he looked forward to take this audacious ranger down. He spread his hands, inviting him inn.
“Come on then.”
Faramir measured him with a narrow smile which turned to a grin while shaking his head and he turned back to the papers.

Damn it, Boromir had been too willingly for the fight and now Faramir was leaving it. He dropped his disappointed hands on his thighs and was about to plead for him when he abruptly turned to charge at him faster than Boromir could react.

Boromir screamed in both surprise and laughter when his little brother had jumped on him and pushed him to the bed.

“Ahaha, remember, Faramir, the tickle rule! No tickling.”
It didn’t matter what Faramir did, Boromir was to win whatever tricks his little brother might come up with. After a lot of tumbling and fumbling, Faramir ended up on his tummy with his face covered with his own ruffled hair, and Boromir with a triumphing laugh on top of him.
“I wonder little one, since we are at the topic and I am quite recollective this night, what did you like the most about our first time?”
With his voice muffled in both quilt and hair and the weight of his brother on top of him, Faramir barely made it to understandable words.
“You know that, Boromir. You have asked me a hundred times.”
“Say it again.”
“No.”

“Say it or else I might smite you with my passionately strong hand on your passionately pleading butt.”
Faramir could not believe his brother and smiled.

“My, Boromir! That was a new one.”

“What? I cannot hear you. Why do you have all that hair in your mouth, my precious little brother? You make a fool of yourself, here, let me.”

While brushing away the hair from his little brother’s face he smiled. A small thank from Faramir and Boromir straightened up making Faramir moan by the weight.

“Now, where was I, oh yes, repeat what you liked the most about the first time I…”
“Boromir! Get off.”
Boromir laughed.
“No, dear brother, you know the rules, and also the consequences if you break them. Let me give you a reminder.”
Faramir’s eyes beamed in horror a split second before clasping them shut as Boromir spanked a short scream out of him.
Still quite muffled in the quilt, he yelled afraid of more pain “Alright I’ll say it!”
Boromir grinned, still holding his hand firmly on Faramir’s burning butt.

“I loved that my rough strong brother could be so sensitive while…”

Faramir felt his face burn and his groin swell as he remembered;
The way Boromir’s arms had kept him safe while going deeper inside by every thrust, and the reassuringly voice which spoke comforting every time a painful whimper or moan would finally make its way through the restrained and frightened younger man.

“Remember how you hurt yourself the time you rode me?”
Faramir shifted embarrassed, but smiled in the slightest shame.
“I remember. And you have been afraid you were the one not able to control yourself.”
Boromir laughed short.
“But I was afraid I’d hurt you, not myself.”
“Oh, excuse me for wanting to be fucked mercilessly by you.”
Boromir bent down to Faramir’s ear.
“You want me to do that now?”
Faramir’s face flushed and he couldn’t stop the words from leaving.

“Oh, gods I want you to.”

By that Boromir lifted Faramir up to his knees quite mercilessly and started undressing him by brutally unlacing the armor. After pulling of the vest where the shirt followed and left his little brother’s splendid naked torso to his sight, Faramir loosened the gauntlets and threw all of the armor on the floor. Boromir had accustomed to the scars and made them a reminder of how much he loved him and wanted him well. He gave him a long deep kiss on the neck before pushing Faramir back to the bed aga. The slim ranger kneeled while supporting himself on his elbows with his body trembling by anticipation.
The general tossed his own tunics off and placed himself on his knees behind his captain to undo both of the trousers’ lacings by each hand.

Faramir couldn’t help it but feel the tiniest fear as his big brother pulled his trousers down and placed his hard shaft between the buttocks as he bent over him to snuggle his ear.

Faramir swallowed and stuttered while Boromir was rocking him and stimulated his nipples while breathing softly close to his sensitive ear.
“When I meant mercilessly, I didn’t think you’d skip the…err”

“Don’t worry, Faramir. I will never do anything that would hurt you; you know that, at least not that much.”

After those last words, he left Faramir with the slightest concern on his brows, but when a sudden exploding wave of wet pleasure shot through him as his lover had started preparing him with his mouth, he let out a loud moan.

“Oh, gods Boromir! I’d never expected…imagined…oh god! That’s…”

The Gondorian General came forth to his panting lover’s ear again after making sure his entrance were wet and slick.

“You ready, Captain?”

Faramir wasn’t quite sure what he meant at first, it had been such a surprise what he’d done, but when a hard and piercing faith struck through him from behind, he screamed of both pain and pleasure.

He was determined to cope with this new treatment as he’d put himself in to it, and grabbed whatever he might get a hold on to. With the sheets in his left and a pillow strangled in his right, he grasped them not to scream any louder as Boromir’s thrusts started a bit more painful than they used to.

Faramir groaned passionately and stubbornly while grasping the sheets as hard as he managed as the thrusts were hard and painfully. Boromir stopped and bent down to his little brother.

“You alright?”

When Faramir’s head stopped spinning and he had caught up with his breath, he spoke both passionately and hoarse while glaring in front of himself where his hands grasped the fabric.

“Uhh, uh, yes. I’m alright.”

Boromir started carefully to move again while checking out for Faramir’s reactions, and as he got positive feedback from the man underneath him, he started as fiercely as he’d planed.

The young Captain groaned between clenched teeth, and felt the sheets friction while the fierce General had obeyed his commands and did actually fuck him mercilessly. It took a while before he actually did get used to this treatment, but he didn’t mind as he wished Boromir the opportunity.

The younger brother almost dragged the sheets off the bed as he grasped and pulled at them in his hurricane of unbelievable pleasure and intoxicating pain. Drops of sweat rolled down from his face, neck and body, and he had nowhere to go as Boromir’s hands held him at place by the hips so he could thrust as deep as he wanted.

At one moment Faramir had felt his brother hit a delightful spot inside of him and as he’d hit that spot several times, he’d almost gone mad by the ecstasy and groaned quite loud while grasping the sheets, and when it was hit repeatedly and hurriedly by the hard thrusts, he reached his climax with a loud moan which he subdued in the corner of his elbow.

Boromir started moving even fiercer. Faramir hoped his general would reach his climax not too far ahead as affliction ruled his body after pleasure had left. Even though it was painful, he wanted to endure it for him, but as the strong and demanding thrusts started to become more and more painful, he grasped Boromir’s arm by his waist instinctively to make him stop.

Boromir groaned as he was reaching his climax, and had just loved it as he’d finally got to do Faramir the way he’d wished for so long. He didn’t want it to end, but as he could not control himself any longer, he did reach the end of his endurance and ended the act by slowing the pace. It wasn’t until now that he noticed the grasping hand of Faramir around his wrist on the lovely hip in front of him.

He’d forgotten about Faramir for a while, and by the sight of his brother hiding his face in his elbow, he worried if he’d hurt him and listened to the sounds to figure his condition.

To Boromir it sounded if his Captain was in more pain than pleasure, and instantly regretted his submission to his needs and bent down to his beloved.

“Faramir, are you alright? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have…”

After moaning in pain, Faramir, with his hand still grasping Boromir’s, waved his other hand and muffled inside the sheets and his elbow.

“No, no it’s alright. Just…aah, don’t do any abrupt movements.”

Boromir couldn’t help it by smile of his brother in this particular position, with the rapidly waving hand underneath confirming everything alright when obviously he was in large pain.

He saw him wince when he pulled himself out as slowly he could before lying down next to him on the choked pillow. With his arm steadying his head, Boromir met his little brother’s worn out face when he finally got out from the corner of his elbow with quite a painful expression, and a rapid breath.

“I think I hurt you a bit.”
Boromir started in apology, but Faramir frowned and tried to disagree.
“What? No, no, no. It’s… I’ll be alright. I asked for it, remember?”

“Did you get any pleasure out of it at all?”
Boromir asked not the slightest convinced.

“I came for Valar’s sake. It was after that the pain was almost unbearable.” Faramir moved, but stopped abrupt “Aah.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice. I was in my own pleasurable sky. Oh! How I loved doing you like this, little one. But I’m afraid I’ve hurt you a great deal, you’re not moving.”

Faramir cocked a brow and started to move his elbows to get up, and the general worried as the young ranger’s face expressed great pain and instead of getting up, he shifted his legs to lie down on his tummy still with pain ruling his behind.
“I just need to rest a bit.”
Boromir sat up to check on his lover, and sighed inward by relief as he saw no blood.

“Come, let’s take a bath together, we don’t need to hurry as we have the day off tomorrow.”

“Ooh, that will be great.”
Faramir murmured and shifted to roll onto his back, but winced as pain shot through him and he gave up the mission.

“I did go a little rough on you, didn’t I?”
Boromir muttered a bit malcontent.

“No, no.”
Faramir said just as he had done twice already.
“It’s alright. As I said, I asked you to, now, go get ready that bath and I’ll join you in a moment.”

Boromir took on his pants and went to place a kettle with water in the hearth while Faramir strived to sit. Boromir noticed his brother’s strivings, but let the stubborn man call for help after realizing he was forced to.

The strong general turned to see that his captain had made to pull his trousers back on and was lying on the bed.

“Faramir!”
“I’m alright, I just need some time.”

Boromir shook his head; ‘If he needed a break after pulling his pants on then certainly he couldn’t possibly walk by himself’ But when Boromir turned back once more after setting the third kettle, he abruptly rose to assist his lover.
“Faramir, let me help you. Dear Valar, did I fuck you that hard? You must tell me, Faramir! Stupid boy!”

Faramir had done it fine by himself from the edge of the bed to the bed post, but as Boromir had seen the post was the object keeping him up so he didn’t fall to his knees, he hurried to his side and helped him back on the bed.

“Aah, Boromir not so fast. Fine, I’ll rest here on the bed for a while, and then I’ll be fine.”

Boromir stood up and shook his head at the outstretched creature on the bed.
“Just give me a minute and I promise you I am back as normal.”

Boromir laughed at his stubborn brother and went to the bath place to get ready the tub.
He remembered Faramir as a child. Whenever he would get hurt or beaten in fight, he had strived to hide his pain and tears not to seem weak. He had always tried his best to be just as strong as his older brother who always won and rarely cried.

After he had made ready the tub and everything, and the steaming water waited to embrace the steward brothers, Boromir placed himself in front of his little one and with his hands at his waists he spoke.
“Well?”
Faramir aimed to move, but a threatening pain in his butt made him quit the attempt maybe even before it began, and Boromir cocked his brow and tilted his head while smiling at his striving brother.
“Aren’t you coming? I have given you more than a minute.”
Faramir sighed while closing his eyes.
“It hurts too much. You…”
“What?”
“You have to help me up!”

Boromir smiled a bit at first, but he was truly mad at his brother for letting him hurt him so and turned serious while helping him to sit maybe a bit too roughly.
“Ai, why do you speak soft but treat me rough?”
Faramir complained, but his older brother sat down on his heels and looked upon him while speaking as he’d done so many years ago whenever Faramir would have done anything naughty.
“I have told you a thousand times you have to tell me whenever I go too far!”

As Faramir grimaced in pain while sitting, he faced his brother’s strict glare.
“Forgive me, Boromir if I have upset you, but it’s not as bad as it seems. I’m just damn sore, and it’ll be over by tomorrow. I don’t regret it, on the contrary; I’m happy to finally experience it, and I’m also happy that you got to do it. You’ve always wanted to. I know that.”

Seeing Boromir almost come over to the side of convincement, he added.
“Besides, this will help me endure another ravage fuck, right?”

Boromir couldn’t believe his brother’s statements, and couldn’t help but smile by his unbelievable brother. The smile turned to chuckling, and as the chuckling turned to laughter, it later made the astonished Boromir burst out in cries of laughter so he almost lost balance on his heels.
He turned back to chuckling as he rose, but as he shook his head and was heading for the bath, he burst out once more and had to lean on the door frame.
Faramir looked a bit dazzled and confused at his hysteric brother “What?” But couldn’t help but laugh as well by his jolliness.
“Ooh, Faramir. You’re really something. I think that’s why I love you so much.”

He sighed of weariness by his outburst and sled his hand up the frame to lean his forehead against it, and smiled to his confused brother from under his arm.

“But it’s true.” Faramir said.

Boromir couldn’t stand another laugh, and lifted his other hand while his tummy threatened to do exactly that.
“Say no more!”
The truth of the older brother’s outbursts was not only what Faramir had said; it was as simple as that that he was truly happy, and that Faramir had endured what he just had to fulfill his brother’s lusty wish, backed it up greatly.

It was a quiet evening in the citadel, and Denethor the steward ate his late supper in the hall, though alone, he felt at ease and pondered in his own jolliness. He chewed while humming a jolly song of the rising sun which had glued to his mind as he had heard it earlier that day.

~Flashback

In his late supper, Denethor heard soft voices quarreling in the hallway and turned in his chair to see who might come out of it and enter the great hall. He recognized Faramir’s childish and disagreeing voice, but he could not hear what he disagreed with. The quarreling couple needed to come closer if he was to hear that the second voice was his firstborn. When he did hear Boromir’s precocious and persuasive voice strong but lowered, he smiled and wondered what the two might be up to this time, and waited to see the two children appear.

Denethor saw what he expected; a determined Boromir appeared grasping the hand of a frightened and reluctant Faramir.
“Father…”Boromir started.
“Bromir!”
A small soft and frightened voice from Faramir tried one last time to stop his brother from acting, but the older brother jerked his hand and made him silent. When Boromir had dragged his rebellious little brother all the way to their father he spoke agitated.

“Father, Faramir wants to come with me to the encampment and I need you to tell him he can’t. And tell him to stop bothering me to join any of my training or missions.”

Denethor smiled amusingly to his blushing and rebellious youngest son, which did not dare to meet his father’s eyes.

“Boromir, release your brother’s hand so he can come to me. Faramir, come over here.”
The small child knew things would get worse if he ran away as he thought of it just as soon as Boromir let go of him, he knew that from experience, so he walked over to his father with the older brother still annoyed in the back.
“Is this true, Faramir?”
Faramir swallowed and spoke clearly while meeting his father’s eyes.
“It is true. Though I know I can’t and are not aloud, I still want to. But I guess I need to stop complaining and leave my brother to it. I am sorry, Boromir.”
The small adorable grey eyes melted his older brother’s heart; likewise the father’s when they met his once again. “My apologies, father. I shan’t pester Boromir ever again.”

~End of flashback

Denethor’s usual stiff and grey face could almost crack when a small smile emerged in it as he thought of this memory while spacing out in the hall. He felt hungrier than usual and started on his second plate of delicious food.
Another memory emerged; it was a summer where Denethor was wishing Imrahil welcome in the great hall when they heard sudden screams in the hallway to the steward sons’ rooms.
“Boromir, stop. Please, just leave me alone this one day! Uncle Imrahil is coming and I’m already late! Give it back! Boromir!”
It was a time where Boromir would tease his little brother maybe a bit too much as he had reached puberty and his chest revealed growing muscles.

A young Boromir came running and laughing out of the hallway with a white cloth in his hand, to disappear in another hallway. Denethor chuckled remembering Boromir like that, though he was too old for such behavior. A smile emerged remembering his youngest freeze half naked in position in the doorway as he realized someone present in the hall. He didn’t chase Boromir, afraid to expose himself further, and seeing his uncle and father he turned abrupt and ran to his room.

Denethor grasped his cup and chewed once or twice before taking a nice sip of his wine. When he heard a door open in the halls of his sons, he stiffened and couldn’t believe his ears as he heard the familiar sound of his sons’ noise. He thought it quite ironically that he perhaps was to collect another memory of those two make a ruckus in his halls just as he had went through the others.

He turned with a curious frown and waited for the two energetic sons of his to turn up, and the noise was quite larger as they had grown. He thought for a second if they actually had a real and quite serious argue this time, but understood it was just their new way of fooling around when Boromir’s laughter echoed the halls shortly after.

The soft and jolly voice of Faramir sounded, and Denethor smiled by his sons’ happiness, though he thought it most inappropriate of his grown sons to act like they had lately. Boromir had now crossed the age of thirty, with Faramir being 26, and still he had not found himself a lady to marry. He waited curiously for them to appear, but did not get more glimpses of them than Boromir dragging Faramir along by his head to the entrance to the garden. Boromir gave his father a short smile before goofing along with his little brother again, while Faramir gave his father an apologizing look under Boromir’s neck lock, and shouted about him acting silly and childish as he had done through the whole journey through the hallway.

Denethor turned back to his plate shaking his head. He went perhaps a bit solemn as he thought Faramir quite alike himself.

The men’s fight continued on the grass in the garden with servants and gardeners watching the entangled ball of bent arms and legs where Boromir was taking the lead. The crickets jumped elsewhere and started to play their abruptly interrupted songs once again. The maids where doing the last and final brush of the porch before going to bed, and some of them had been standing with the broom in their arms and watched the silent star bright sky.

Most of the servants, especially the women, had to suppress chuckles and keep on their work trying not to be distraught by their lords. The old servants were used to it and enjoyed the brother’s good relationship, though their real quarrels and fights were not a jolly sight. In some of their fights not even the guards dared to stand between them; the only thing that had stopped the vocal fights had been Faramir who had noticed them going too far and had everyone’s attention. He knew what his father had to say to him if he ever found out about him going against his General. With the ladies standing with a distance with a hand on their worried chest, he would raise his head and excuse himself.
The physical fights were rare, and would of course end up in Boromir winning, but the temperamental older brother would in the end feel bad about it and hurry of somewhere else to bang on a tree.
The newer servants didn’t know the steward brothers well enough to quite understand and had to be explained by the older, as they would stand shaking like a leaf in the storm after witnessing Boromir’s wrath and Faramir’s courage to stand up to him.

Luckily; these great fights became rarer as they grew older. The young servants watched the brothers from a far with great curiosity and fright, but got reminded not to if they wanted to keep both jobs and lives as a curious servant was not exactly appreciated in the citadel.
Whenever the youngest Faramir would scream out, which he did right now while being pinned to the grass, “I yield, I yield!” the women chuckled, and an old routine was repeated.

Boromir turned to where a small laughter could be heard on the porch, it was the oldest; Maya, where she twirled dust with the broomstick on the white porch behind a fence of bushes, and then he turned smiling at the panting Faramir beneath him “Listen, brother, they are all laughing at you.”

“They are not laughing at me; they are laughing at you because you have to knock down your little brother to keep your conquering at bay.”

Faramir’s neck was revealed as his tunic had been dragged along with his arms on his back, and the hair was inviting Boromir by lying like a horse’s mane behind his ear. It made the older brother bend down to his teasing brother and almost nuzzle his ear when whispering “Do you want me to conquer you after abducting you to my room?”
The young ranger blushed and loved the touch and voice of his playful General, but had been under his control for so long, and even though he did love it, he was tired of being the ‘maiden’ all the time. And he wasn’t fond of him saying such arousing things in public.

• 
  No matter how much he fought, or no matter how he countered Boromir, Boromir would always be the one ending up pressing him down to later make him moan, scream and arch with pleasure while being ‘conquered’ by him.

Later that night they had placed sheets and pillows before the hearth to have a nice time in Faramir’s room. Mostly their more romantic and talkative moments were spent there, and the noisier events with grappling, banging to the walls and table, with growling table fucking moments were at the older brother’s room, though sometimes Boromir would make sweet tender love to Faramir there whenever he’d come home with injuries or being sore from earlier treatments.
These were the moments Faramir liked the best, though he highly appreciated the other form, but it reminded him of his first time with his sturdy and handsome older brother. Now they were sitting before the warm and calm hearth, where Faramir rested the glass of wine in his hand on his lap covered with a white sheet.

“I love you so much, Boromir.”

Faramir said while glaring happily in the flames and leaning on his naked brother’s shoulder. He tended to say that often when thinking that death was lurking around the corner on every mission, and perhaps around his father, though he’d accustomed a bit more to that fact and Boromir had calmed their father’s suspects so the younger brother could relax.

The sheet was shared with his mighty General, and the muscular arm lifted to cup Faramir’s cheek without making him loose sight in the fire. Faramir turned out of the caress and looked at him when he noticed the kiss placed on his forehead had something in it.

The older brother didn’t look back at him while retreating from the tender kiss; he kept glaring in the warm dancing fire, and as usual he moved his eyes like he did when striving to find words for his thoughts.
“Boromir, what is it?”
Boromir shifted uncomfortable and sighed through his nose while looking down in his dark red wine.

“You always seem to notice when something’s amiss.” Boromir smiled still with worries in his eyes, but seeing Faramir’s more concerned look as he sat up to face him, he started carefully to line up the unpleasant words.

“Father doesn’t approve of my behavior.”

By this Faramir felt a pinch in the heart, and glared in his glass before staring back at his brother to hear more.

“He thinks I behave to childish for my age, and that I need a woman. But do not worry; I know how to counter him.”
Boromir seemed so sure and lifted his chin in his stubborn way. Faramir frowned curiously; this he had to hear.
“I told him you were my little brother, and I would always be there to remind you of it.”

Faramir’s eyes smiled along with his soft lips curving to his adorable smile which Boromir could not resist touching before going on. He too smiled shortly before turning annoyed by his own words.

“About marriage I do not know. I have troubles talking to father about it; he is quite pushy and actually gets angry with me, which he rarely does. I…I can make love to a woman, and I know I have to marry a lady soon, but…”

A knot tightened in Boromir’s tummy, so did Faramir’s throat. He had not seen his older brother this troubled for many years. His soft voice reached his older brother’s ear behind the straight hair.

“Marry a woman.”

Boromir looked abruptly on his strong and slim brother who continued with a soft and understanding voice.

“I will not fret or hate you. Do not worry for me; I do not want your relationship with father to tear because of me.”
Boromir didn’t like it when Faramir did this; shutting his needs and emotions out for other’s well being, and his little one was not letting him object.

“You like Tiriamulie, right? You have been dating her many times and you have gained a great relationship with her, and father approves of her. I think he is letting you choose, but his patience has an end.”

Seeing Boromir’s older sad and worried eyes searching desperately for other options, his heart beat in frightened anticipation, but got relieved as Boromir’s voice spoke calm and accepting.

“It’s true; Tiriamulie is a fine woman indeed. And we have gained a great relationship, though it feels wrong. It is you I love, and I feel I do both you and her wrong if I am to give her my official heart.”

Faramir smiled awry hearing him mentioning an ‘official heart’.

“It is one of the things we put upon ourselves while dealing with this secret, and think about it; it could have been worse.”

A displeased tilting head of the older man made his hair fall to the side and comfort him just as much as his little one’s words. Then he spoke.
“I will choose Tiriamulie then. But that means she must move in to the citadel and take your place in my bed.”

An angry heat emerged in the older man’s body, and Faramir tried to think of comforting words as his brother’s angry face were peppering with despair.

“It makes things a bit harder than usual, but we still have my room.”

“And when you marry?”
Boromir barked, but when seeing his brother’s sad and struck reaction, he forgot his own worries and sat up from the bed board in minor surprise and a face of concern; he was afraid he’d made to hurt his little one again without meaning it.

It was confirmed when his adorable little brother spoke with the deep and warm sad tone he so often did when referring to his father’s thoughts of him.
The sudden anger was not meant for Faramir. The gentle man knew this, but threw his gaze down as in a defensive reflex. He kept his gaze down when speaking low.
“I don’t think it matters for father if I do marry or not. But I guess I have to when I reach your age not to gain any bad reputation among the men and father. Perhaps I can wait longer than you; I can devote my life to the war and have that as reason enough to stay away from marriage, and…”

The older man took Faramir’s hand in both of his, and the younger brother looked into his older brother’s eyes while speaking and not knowing whether to smile or not.

“Maybe I’ll never marry, and things will get easier for us, but if it comes to where I have to marry as well, I will have one at bay.”

What Boromir didn’t know was that there had been many women showing interest in the youngest lord while he had been out in the city to assist his people, and if the day came where he needed a woman, there were many to choose from.
Boromir’s brows revealed his displeasure of this, and he drew breath to disagree, but knew these were somewhat true words.

“Alright, then; it is settled. I will marry Tiriamulie. Now, I do not want our evening to be ruined by more talk of this matter.”

Boromir said while caressing his brother’s cheek after putting his glass in a safe distant from their nest in front of the friendly fire. Faramir smiled using a bit more time to let the case rest, but when he did though, he placed his glass of wine away after taking a sip, and lay gently down at his brother’s feet with a content look.

Boromir brushed Faramir’s hair making his little one close his grey eyes and enjoy the love and warmth. The skin of the younger man was smooth and shining from the fire, and the sheet had sled of him revealing his strong, steady and graceful body of a ranger.

After sliding his hand from shoulder down to waist, and continuing down his hip to thigh, Boromir leant forward and startled Faramir by joining his lips with his own, but soon the Captain would welcome and appreciate the lips which later went down his neck.

“Come.” Boromir said and beckoned him to sit up while he changed position.
A foxy small smile from Boromir while he placed himself in front of his little brother, made Faramir wonder what his brother might be up to, but when Boromir leaned forward and kissed him deep and wanting, Faramir inhaled his brother’s scent mingled with wine and let himself be pushed down to the white sheet twirled with the red, and enjoyed the broader body embracing his.

When Boromir went lower, and lower, and even lower; Faramir blushed only by the surmise of the brother’s intentions. The Captain opened his mouth with a smile to give a comment of some sort, but was given no time for words as Boromir swiftly made him moan by his wet tongue at his length. While brushing his seducer’s hair back with his fingers, he saw his lover’s deep concentration, but only shortly; for Boromir’s skills made his Captain arch his back and neck so his hair twirled in the white sheet underneath his moaning head.

This was one of the moments which made the gentle Captain feel embarrassed when facing his men for the first time after a lovemaking with his brother; thinking that he had been taken like this by a man; his General; his brother; a male lover, where he had the role to lie there like a pleading maid and serve his General in total different manners, to later stand forth several men to lead.

It was always weird to attain the dominant feeling back, but Beregond would help his friend to gain back routines and remind him that he was a leader and a lord. Whenever Faramir’s troubled face was to be revealed from behind the mask of title, Beregond had seconds to ponder on his Captain’s mystery.

Faramir found himself on the merge to come while lying there in his brother’s grasp. Boromir noticed by his change of moans, but instead of making him scream in ecstasy which he surely would when coming, he made him growl when the General stopped to crawl back up to his face.

“Boromir, you get back down there.”

The older brother grinned and chuckled at the sight of his pleading little one underneath him with eyes closed and brows curved in deep wanting.

“Please, Boromir get down again and I will…”

The cocky brother smirked while waiting for the weaker brother to meet his gaze. When he opened the eyes, he also opened his mouth to bark.
“Boromir!”

A small chuckle from the General made the Captain’s eyes burn.
“You’re mean!”

A swift movement from Boromir flipped Faramir onto his tummy with one hand at his back and an insulted moan.
“Yes, I am, little brother.”
Boromir said while starting carefully to prepare him for penetration.
“Please…”
Faramir started begging for the sake of his behind as it was sore from the night before, but Boromir was quite careful and the oil was soothing.
Though Faramir thought his brother quite mean and selfish by his quite intense foreplay, the night turned out to be one of the nights where the older brother had been the most gentle with his little one, and they’d danced a slow dance on the floor with moaning and panting in both slow and rapid paces making the windows damp.

Both steward brothers were tired on an early meeting with the council, and sat nipping to sleep in the beginning of it. Later Boromir made it fine not to seem too tired as he did most of the talking, but everyone noticed their General had not gained much sleep since he was in a foul and cranky mood, and since not many dared to speak against or make remarks about Boromir’s solutions or ideas, the meeting ended sooner than expected, but lasted for a long time even so.
Faramir spoke less than usual. Actually he didn’t speak at all; he only nodded once in a while when his brother looked warningly at him to make sure he would not fall asleep since he knew what their father would do if that would occur.

Faramir tried hard to keep himself up straight in the chair with eyes forgetting themselves once in a while.
The meeting had been called for only minutes before, and Faramir was shaken brutally awake by Boromir as he had to tell the maiden who knocked the door not to come in.

She had simply told through the door that she would come back, and gave the news of the meeting. Both men had jumped from the bed to wash and dress to hurry of to the council.
After the dull and pointless meeting where Faramir had not participated at all, to his father’s satisfaction, he strolled down the circles in the sun down to the stable to greet his horse. He was tired and sighed relieved while dropping his head backwards to gaze at the sky when thinking that the meeting had been set this early on short notice only for his father to attain more information to his suspects. After the dull meeting, Boromir was sent to another meeting with his father and a few more, and Faramir had worried his brother might be set up to an interrogation, but smiled teasingly to his tired brother before leaving, and walked through the great doors with a polite nod at the guards.

As he walked all the way down to the stable, he greeted people politely. He thought his horse could give him a nicer start on the boring day, but right before entering the stable he abruptly froze at the entrance and stared horridly in front of himself where hey, horses and stable men were busy doing theirs.

His own body froze numb and aching like poison soaring through him. As the world went on, his thoughts galloped to his rooms in the citadel. The sound of an icy cold window cracking made his nerves shatter as well, but it was an impatient horse’s nigh in the stable which sent the youngest turning like a strong and swift wind in the air to sprint as he’d never done before up the circles, thinking only about the chamber still filled with sheets and glasses and…alas anyone noticed!

The maiden! She said she would come back, and he had not cleaned up as he’d used to. His boots clamped the stone as he ran like never before. Not even when a hungry wolf had been running after him in the woods he had run faster. He cursed and cursed inwards while jumping and running past every obstacle.

The unlucky man and Captain of Gondor felt his lungs scream for a merciful pause, but his frightened heart pushed his trembling body to never stop running; through shortcuts he’d learned as a child he stumbled and tripped. He could picture both Denethor and Boromir in his doorway with guards all around to take this perverted and treacherous Captain away, ‘poisoning the heir with his witchcraft learned by none other than his wizard mentor’. Faramir’s fantasy ran loose.

‘The meeting was said to be of importance’ He cursed even more while running three steps in one jump in the last stair to the great door to the damned great hall. The damned meeting had been as dull as ever, and had only been of Denethor’s interest to brag about his firstborn, while Faramir could have been back at his chamber to clean away his and his brother’s ‘mischief’. ‘Damn it all’.

The sprint through the great hall wasn’t noticed by anyone except the slightest bewildered guards which had greeted the youngest son of the steward a while ago. All the important people were at duties, and the maidens in the rooms to clean.

He paced down when he reached the steward sons’ hallway, and trotted towards his door with all the prayers to the gods in mind. To his outmost fright the door was open and the damn light from outside shone through the window and further through the door to the hallway where Faramir stepped carefully to see who might be inside.

It was Maya putting the dirty sheets from last night in a big basket, and the cups she was putting in a smaller basket. Faramir couldn’t keep his heavy and striving breath aside and fright beamed in his grey eyes. The old woman simply turned with a smile.

“Greetings, Faramir. You look exhausted, have you been out for a run?”

Faramir slammed the door shut with an unusual threat in his appearance.

She became serious and knew what the poor young man could be desperate enough to do.
“Don’t worry, Faramir. You do not have to strain yourself doing unnecessary planning inside that lovely head of yours. My mouth is shut.”

When Faramir’s threatening appearance did not seem to vanish and while struggling to keep his breath calm, Maya smiled again to reassure him, but when Faramir spoke, she made sure not to smile too wide.
“What exactly is it that you will not tell, and to whom?”

Faramir’s earlier nanny answered with the slightest pity and comfort in her voice.
“For some while I have known. Don’t worry my child, I knew it would occur sometime or another.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have watched you two grow up together, and I know what you have felt for each other. I’m happy that you’ve finally found happiness, and that this tension between you and lord Boromir is over. Don’t worry, dear Faramir; your secret is safe with me.”

Faramir felt ashamed and helpless, and couldn’t yet believe this kindness. He saw the woman was nowhere to be convinced otherwise and studied her for some time before realizing she did actually know.

“How long have you known?”

She looked compassionately at her angry and frightened young lord for a silent while before speaking like she always did when Faramir would ask her for advice or comfort as a child.

“I must admit this is the first time I have found such obvious evidence.”

Faramir shifted nervously as if her every word could be heard by the entire castle, but he held back to let her speak.

“But I have had my guesses for some time.”
It looked like the poor young man was about to have a heart attack, throwing up and run away at the same time. He turned as his breath went to restrained gasps and his heart ached of distress. He had killed before and knew how to do it in many ways. He had done awful things in the war and the images of what he might have done to her for the protection of Boromir he strived to push aside.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, dear. I will help you with this. Though I understand your reaction I hope you can learn to trust me. As I said; I am happy for you, and I will continue my duties as I have sworn, but keep this secret. I see your happiness greater than my own life, my lord.”

Faramir wanted to embrace the old kind lady who had always taken care of him, and moments ago he had considered hurting her greatly. He couldn’t sort what was worst; the shock he’d felt, the surprise of his own selfish and evil thoughts to this innocent lady, or the relief he yet not entirely could admit.

With great forces of his willpower he made his voice seem strong and authorizing, but the woman heard his distress.
“Thank you, Maya. I can take care of the rest from here. You may leave.”

He tried to keep the decent attitude, and keep himself higher than the servants as he had been told and done at the turn of 16, but as he had not turned back to face the woman who had practically been his mother, his eyes drowned in tears and his lips trembled to keep away the sobs and whimpers as he heard her lovely voice.
“You are not alone on this, Faramir. I will help you with what I can; cleaning this without anyone knowing for instance.”

He made a whisper of a thank after putting himself a bit together, but the tears shed as she placed an arm on his shoulder, and he embraced her back while letting go of all courtesy and manners.

He shed his salty tears in her dry and old hair while she stroked his back with a great care. She couldn’t help but smile as the last time she had done this for the boy he had been eleven and just gotten a beat from his father.

Memory ~

An eleven year old Faramir leant on his arm to the stone wall of the inner hallways with his other hand holding on to a hurting behind. His clothes were wrinkled and messy, and a small gasp echoed the hallway as restrained pain from the brave chest forced its way out. It was evening, and darkness filled the hallway with only a few candles lighting up a chair and a table used mostly for decoration. The chair seat was covered with red fabric, and the patterns circled beautifully.
The young boy tried to shift position to ease the burning pain on his buttocks.

The lesson was given so that he would never ever again run in front of visitors approaching the citadel. Faramir had become too happy when seeing his uncle Imrahil, so he had run out of the greeting line from Boromir’s side to greet Imrahil who was caught by surprise at his grown nephew. He had not seen him for many years, and the man smiled to his nephew who resembled his mother so much by his bright approach, and the boy had grinned like a star back at the astonishing man on the white proud horse.

“Faramir, know your place.”
Denethor had gently but coldly told his youngest after greeting the guest.

Faramir did not know whether to sit or stand at this rate. The pain had forced him to stop and lean at something in the hallway after only a few steps from the room where Denethor had mercilessly beaten his youngest bare behind with a strong and thin lash.

The young boy didn’t know what to do when the door opened some time later, and when he met his father’s gaze standing like this, the loneliness felt heavier when the man simply walked ahead without even minding the child a single word.

Another gasp left the pained body as he straightened up to keep on, and he clenched his fist determined to get to his room. He walked along the hallways with a silent and lonely gasp once in a while echoing the walls. Tears welled up in his eyes and he wanted to fall to his knees, but the unexpected strength in the boy made the last part when he lifted his gaze and saw the door to his room.

As he entered, he closed the door to shut his father and the punishment out, and while leaning to it he let out a pained sob. He hated his father right now. He hated him.

Why? What was so wrong in showing his love for his uncle? Was it expected of him to behave like the boring and restricted grown up already? He was told to know his place. Was Boromir told to know his place? What kind of place was he to hold exactly? The last in line? The worthless child his father didn’t love? The child who had killed his mother by just being born?

The angry and frustrated steward walked through the hallway to his chambers after bidding his brother in law good night. He had an annoying feeling within which he could not sort out.
He sighed and turned around a corner to some stairs which could be any stairs it wished, the steward was so lost in thoughts he let his body move by memory.

He hoped his youngest would stop being so cocky and think himself more important than his older brother the way he’d run forth to greet Imrahil before everyone else.
Though he reminded himself of why he’d lectured Faramir about these rules, he could not stop thinking if he had acted right or if he had gone too far…No…
The steward’s eyes closed in malcontent and he felt a headache emerge. His steps up the circling stairs slowed as he opened the grey and tired eyes in a sad wonder; perhaps he had been a little harsh on the child.

Denethor thought back at his frustration and sadness of being left alone after his lovely wife and star had died; he had refused to have another son as it would weaken Findulias even more, but she didn’t want Boromir to grow up alone. Now his firstborn had turned 16 and didn’t need his little brother anymore. He had other comrades and had to learn of his duties.

Faramir was only an obstacle now, and he had to remind the child not to hold the heir back. He was surprised of his own thoughts while beating his youngest, of how he was not going to let this impossible child threaten his rule, and blaming him for Findulias’ death, and even not wanting to be compared weaker than his new fencing teacher in beating.

He massaged his forehead while actually feeling ashamed of himself; he had to apologize to Faramir. ‘Poor child; living in these hopeless times. He knew Boromir would do great, but Faramir needed to get rougher. ‘Ah, that’s why Faramir just have to endure it’ he excused himself.
When he opened the brown door at the top of the stairs he jumped when realizing where he actually found himself; the palantir was set on a table before him in the dark tower.
He left all his thoughts in the steps of the stairs and locked them away with the shut door before strolling to the ball covered by a brown fabric.

Faramir slammed his fist on the door and leaned on to it while growling in pain and hurt before shedding his tears on his sleeve.

“What happened, my little lord?”
A warm woman’s voice was almost not reachable to the boy’s ears as his sobs and loneliness covered his mind. He straightened up and turned without letting go of the support of the door to see Maya, his nanny. A tear or two rolled down from his sad and lost eyes, which made the woman fall to her knees to embrace the child.
Both from security and pain he started crying in her arms.

“Why doesn’t father love me? What is wrong with me? Why does he…?”

The voice broke to let him cry out on her shoulder, and the woman didn’t know of any good answers to the child; she could only be his support for a short time. But as she noticed how great physical pain he expressed, she looked worriedly at him while grasping his arms to both look closely on him and support the unsteady creature.

“Tell me what happened.”

A last tear rolled down the wet cheeks as his face turned into metal, and the poor boy’s actions; drying his cheeks while taking a deep breath to later shake his head, made the woman tighten her lips and stare him in the eyes.

“You do not have to tell me, let me at least help you. Where are you hurt?”

“I can manage to help myself, thank you.”
Faramir’s gentle voice melted the maid’s heart.
“No, my little lord. I can cope with some of your strivings, but not when you are hurt and I can do something about it. Hm?”

Faramir blushed and shook his head once again, but stepped away from her while blushing stronger and glancing at the ground when she asked if Denethor had spanked him again. She knew the steward gave him no mercy on the subject.

“You can choose to tell or not, but please at least let me care for you so you will not go sadder to bed than necessary.”

The red thin marks on his back and buttocks startled the maid as she tended to his wounds with warm cloths and salve before twining him with bandages and a nice clean nightshirt. The marks had been greater than ever, and somewhere there were strikes given so hard it had made bloody scratches.

Faramir had not been too happy about this embarrassment, but as she had covered him with the quilt and the feeling of her caring palm through his hair after everything she had done for him, he felt much better and drowsiness made his sleep deep and safe all night.

Maya had to stay up almost the entire night doing her duties as she had spent the time at her little lord’s care, but it was all worth it as she knew he could sleep silent and free of pain at least this night.

When she was on her way to him the morning after, she met Boromir in the hallway.
“Good morning, lord Boromir.”
“Good morning, marvelous Maya.”
Boromir stopped and bowed to her with an energetic expression and a charming smile.
Maya chuckled by the nickname he’d given her some years ago when she had helped him hide Faramir from their father when he had been sneaking in to his older brother’s room after bedtime.

“Where are you off this early?”
Maya asked the usual sleepyhead.

“I’m on my way to tell Faramir that uncle Imrahil is taking us to ride lessons. I know he’ll love it.”

Maya went stiff and silent, but startled and bewildered her hands and eyes to find words after the lord Boromir smiled and bowed shortly before wandering off to Faramir’s room. She calmed herself when the boy turned at her call.
“Faramir is not feeling quite well this morning I believe.”

By that Boromir gave the maid a concerned gaze and went off even faster than earlier to his little brother. The maid almost facepalmed as she had not made her idea quite straight; Of course Boromir would run off to his brother hearing such news.

She had not taken Boromir’s great care of his little one in mind when trying to give her little lord peace and discretion as it seemed he wanted that, and even though the firstborn had reached this age and was supposed to be the royal courtesy etc etc, Boromir lost all courtesy and manners when it came to his little brother, unless Denethor was to be seen.

She hesitated to follow, but she was also on her way to Faramir’s room, and perhaps she could be of need.

Strong knocks on the door met Faramir’s dreams and he was barely awake when Boromir entered without answer.
“Faramir? I heard you were not feeling well.”

The boy was lying on his tummy with his head soft on the pillow, and faced his brother with sleepy eyes, and blinked to wake while smiling to the older handsome and kind brother. He shifted his arms to turn and rise, but as he winced and stopped by the movements as the salve had lost its purpose, Boromir looked worriedly at him while sitting down on the chair next to the bed.
“What illness has come to you, little one?

Faramir wasn’t sure what to say, but when Maya entered carefully he switched the subject to her welcome.
“Maya, is it late since my brother is here? Usually he is the last one getting up from bed.”
Boromir smiled and rolled his eyes as both Faramir and Maya laughed at him.
“Alright, alright, enough.”
Boromir said smiling and with the same energetic and cheering tone he had spoken to Maya earlier, he told Faramir about the lessons Imrahil was to give his nephews.

With support from his nanny, Faramir declined.

“You sure you don’t want to come, I have seen you train in a much worse condition than you seem now. You sure you don’t want to?”

If Boromir only knew how much Faramir would like to. It grieved him to the root of his heart when Boromir expressed disappointment before kissing him better and rose to exit. But then Boromir turned to his sad little one.
“Uncle is staying a few days more, and if we both get up early we can be sure to have another lesson with him, perhaps even fencing lessons. And then we don’t have to worry about grumpy old teachers. May that thought help your recovery, little one!”
Faramir had smiled of his older brother cheering him up, and grimaced while feeling a tingle in his tummy when Boromir had kissed him twice in his face before leaving with a great grin at both Faramir and Maya.

End of memory ~

Luckily, the brothers needed not to worry too much for the maidens’ speculation anymore as Maya was there. And the fact that Boromir was not always to find in his room could be explained that he had started staying the night out already at his 16 birthday.

Maya felt the grasp around her body had been stronger than the small child years ago, and smiled once more before speaking still with the man embracing her. Seemingly he had stopped crying.
“I’m sorry to break this lovely moment, dear, but I must get going with the sheets and cleaning.”
The grip of Faramir hesitated to let her go; perhaps he was frightened still if she would be true to her steward and tell about his secret the soon he lost sight of her. Hesitantly he loosened the grip around her.
“Yes, of course.”
Faramir said silently while retreating from the woman. She gave him a reassuring smile and wandered off with all evidence.

Faramir dropped himself sitting on the bed in complete exhaustion. His eyes were heavy, and he blinked foggily at the door. He was not supposed to do much that day and thought perhaps he could just stay in his room. He noticed he still trembled by the shock, and his clothes were still sweaty from the run.
The door almost vanished in a drowsy like dream, and he frowned when the dream played distant and determined footsteps. When the steps got closer and louder, the door was opened and a man cried out in relief as he slammed the door shut and threw himself on the tired man.

Faramir smiled as he noticed half asleep it was Boromir who had savagely entered his room to kiss his brother all over. Even though Faramir was quite worn out, he made his bubbly laughter filled with energy and thrill. The older brother moaned in happiness to see his little brother.
“Ooh, little brother. I missed you so much under that horrid meeting, oh, my dear little one.”
Boromir caressed the reddish blonde hair while kissing Faramir’s cheeks.
“Err, Boromir…”
“My sweet Faramir.”
“Um, Boromir…”
“Oh, I love you so much little one. Arg, I hate marrying Tiriamulie, though I think it’ll be great, but I’m going to miss you even more.”
“Brother, there’s something I…aah.”

Boromir had started kissing his brother’s chest as he’d ripped the buttons open on his tunic.
“I’m going to turn mad of just missing you, oh, Faramir. I love your voice, speak more.”
“Well, if you let me then I would.”

Boromir abruptly got up from the smooth and pale skin to look at the smiling brother, but then Faramir beckoned them to sit up again with a need-to-talk expression. It made Boromir sit on the edge of the bed ready to listen and give his brother his full attention.
“I think I may have done something really bad, or really smart. I don’t know. But please understand, and don’t be mad, I had no choice, and I trust…Maya.”

Boromir’s brows had frowned more and more, but he had not lost his calm as Faramir had spoken. Now he stared hard, making Faramir stumble in the words.
“I didn’t return to the room to clean up after the council; forgive me, I forgot. Instead I went down to the city, where it suddenly struck me. And I tried really hard, Boromir I really did, but Maya was here cleaning up when I entered…”
Boromir listened intensely, and surprised the explaining man as he listened with unexpected calm and patience. Boromir didn’t speak in the stunned break of Faramir, and he kept explaining with a worried frown.
“…she said she had known about us for some time, and that she wanted to help us keep it a secret. I trust her Boromir; please tell me you do too.”
Boromir answered his brother quickly to calm him “I do.”

“I trust you know the servants far better than I, and Maya has taken good care of both of us, mostly you.”
He ended with a smile.
Faramir studied his older brother with wonder, and searched the broad face for answers of this calm and patient person who had taken over his brother. Faramir’s heart beat when he recognized his brother had grown to be this handsome and good man with compassion and trust in his soul.
“So we trust Maya then?”
The worry on Faramir’s brows had not left when he asked the reassuring question.
Boromir had smiled and been happy when entering, and only frowned hard when hearing what his brother had to tell before turning just as happy again, but now he turned quite serious and stared his brother in the eyes.

“Yes, as I said, I do trust Maya. She loves us, especially you, and she knows the penalty…”
He lowered his voice.
“…for what we are doing. I trust she will not even think about it when facing anyone else. I know you mean a great deal to her. And she doesn’t participate in the gossip and will make sure no one gets to even mention the subject of being even possible. Perhaps she’ll even figure out something to prevent people from speculating on the matter as well.”

Boromir saw Faramir’s face lighten and he nodded as the General calmed him down. Boromir had entered the room with a lust of his little one’s touch, and seeing his own words calming the worried and frightened brother, the feelings stirred once again.

The older man smiled and his eyes revealed the lust. Faramir smiled and dropped his gaze to his hands shyly with a tiny blush, and when he met his older brother’s gaze one more time with a cock of his brow and a small tease on his lips, the older brother searched swiftly for confirmation.
He could see Faramir was tired and still a bit flustered, so he carefully stroke him on the shoulder with silent brotherly love.
They had managed to keep their secret for so many years now, and even though Faramir had managed to relax somewhat, he could still see the great worry within, and it grieved the older brother that it also started to get a grip on him.
“It’ll be alright, little one. We should see this as an ally, not an obstacle. Don’t you think?”
Faramir smiled “Yes.”
With a foxy glance at the door, Boromir grinned to his brother
“Is she coming back?”
Faramir looked at Boromir with the same knowledge as earlier and answered silently with a suspicious tone “No.”

Boromir gave his brother a foxy grimace before rising to walk towards the door with slow steps, and as he grabbed the door lock, he looked at Faramir for reaction.
The young Captain tilted his head tiredly while giving his brother a give-me-a-break look.
As the lock shut with a quick slide from the General, Faramir dropped his gaze to his hands on his thighs and felt butterflies twirl in his body.
He had wondered if these feelings he had for Boromir would decrease by the years, but his older brother seemed to never stop surprising him by growing in both mind and body and making his blood stir. Boromir would always be broader, bigger and stronger. Though Faramir often tried to overcome his brother in strength and battle, and though he slowly faced the annoying truth that he never would, he also loved it.

The gentle and strong hand of his General stroked him on his shoulder while sitting down next to him. “Are you tired, little one?”
Boromir had a few intentions in mind when locking the door, but as he saw his brother’s reaction, he sat beside him instead. Faramir narrowed his mouth and with a swift and elegant movement he used all his body weight to get on top of his brother on the bed.

The older brother was surprised, but gladly received the slender body tossing itself on him, and after placing his hands on Faramir’s back he looked up at a tired face though with a shiny energy still lingering inside.
“And your next move, Captain?”
Boromir teased, and made his little one sigh and drop himself down on the broad chest.
The older brother laughed and made Faramir smile by the jumping chest he rested on.
“I’m sorry, Brother. This day didn’t exactly start on my terms.”
“Aw, my poor little one. Good thing the only thing we have left is…”

Faramir’s ears twitched as the silence had been abrupt. He noticed Boromir’s joviality had vanished too fast, and frowned before lifting himself from the warm chest to look at the now serious and worried brother.
“What? What is it that we have left?”
Boromir dropped his hands on the mattress and sighed while glancing at the ceiling, and he hesitated with the slow answer.
“Father had a chat with me at the end of the meeting and council…”
Boromir didn’t like that his words now worried his little one rather than calming him.
“He wanted to have dinner with us this night…to talk about…”
Seeing Faramir’s horrid eyes in his motionless face, Boromir dropped the explanation and grabbed his little one to squeeze him in a loving and caring hug.
“Oh, brother I can’t stand seeing you like this! Please don’t be afraid, I’m sure it’s nothing you need to be afraid of, in fact it isn’t. He just wants to talk about your future. About your marriage and position in Gondor and…”

Boromir let the shaky creature in his arms rise up on his hands so he could meet his eyes. They were not as hard as before, but he could see thoughts, worries, plans, preparations and frights gnawing his little brother’s mind.
“Yes, you’ve probably right.”
Faramir said while striving to stay calm and franticly nodded before looking at a dubious Boromir. After getting off of his brother to sit and stare in the air, he continued with insecurity and fright trembling in his voice which Boromir listened to with compassion.

“I will probably find someone to marry, though perhaps that may not be his main subject in the conversation. When it comes to my position in Gondor I have no idea what he wants to…”
Faramir feared Denethor had found out about their relationship and was planning to get him for it and make sure Boromir could do nothing to protect him. He pictured himself fleeing the table after hearing the sound of knowledge from Denethor, and before continuing he took a deep breath and exhaled through cheeks blown up.

“I can’t think of anything he would want from me. I have just gotten control of the borders in Ithillien, and I feel more secure in the patrol than ever. Things are going great in Henneth Annûn; I have my men under control and no spies are suspected. I can’t figure out what can be wrong. Oh Gods, Boromir what if…”
“Hey, hey. Calm down.”

Faramir prepared for his death while Boromir stroke his shoulder trying to ease the nervous Captain of his.
“Don’t worry, if he sees you are worried he’ll ask you questions, you know that. You don’t have to be this apprehensive; he was in a good mood today. Perhaps he is having good news for you. Come on, Faramir.”

Faramir nodded but worried still for the evening to come, and as the evening came he sat silently and shaking at the table in his green fine garments.
He had nodded and smiled when Denethor had told him of the great plans of Boromir and Gondor, of his marriage with Tiriamulie, his great work in the battles and war, and of Gondor’s prosper despite the evil times.
“And when it comes to you, Faramir…”

The steward said with a bit darker voice after drinking from his cup. The twist in the Captain’s tummy made him dizzy and he had to focus to stay conscious to listen for what his father had to say. He met his gaze after he also took a sip from the cup after they had made a toast for Boromir and Gondor.
Boromir looked warily at his little brother and tightened his shoulders while hoping he would be calm; Denethor would see right through him if he did not.

Though the strict and hard face Faramir would always greet his father with, after the horrid night in the basements, Denethor would easily notice if there were to be something else.
Denethor placed his cup determined on the table before making Faramir tense with his strong gaze.

“…when it comes to you, you have done great.”

Faramir sighed inwards hearing these words and noticing the smile Denethor kept hidden in his tight lips, but the tension lingered still.
“Your duties and performances as a Captain and man of Gondor has become better through the years, though with some less prospered course of events.”

Boromir’s cheeks became alive again as a small smile emerged, and Faramir nodded and thanked for the remark as Denethor gave room for it and continued with a content tone and moved contently in his chair.
“I see from your reports and achievements that you have Ithilien under control alongside with the army in Osgiliath which your brother has trained so well.”

A quick blink at his firstborn made both his sons smile and lower their shoulders in relief.
While giving sign for the servant to bring more wine he said.
“And I assume marriage is nothing to concoct just yet as planning for your brother’s marriage is at hand. Now, let’s enjoy this prosperity at least for tonight before the next day’s worries darken our minds. And I know you will do great as the right hand of your brother on the wedding ceremony.”
Faramir’s face warmed and his adorable smile could have warmed even the coldest deceiver’s heart when thinking he’d been honored this position. The brother’s smiled to each other with an intern irony filling their eyes.
They three cheered once again and Boromir gave his brother a told-you-so-smile as Denethor said his youngest son’s name with pride before sipping from his good red wine, and Faramir’s heart beat still hard and fast, but it made him smile as it had changed to relieved and happy beats, though he could not let himself be truly happy just yet.

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