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Love is... (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 20

The rest of the day, Faramir spent close to Rahl’s side, giving him healing teas or rubbing his sore muscles or simply reading to him until he fell asleep again. He had treated the gash on his head with a healing salve, one of the same ones that had been used before on him after some of their more creative lovemaking sessions. Rahl was still a bit addled it seemed even after rest and was extremely tired so he spent much of his time dozing. It was early the next morning before Bergan knocked on the door, announcing that Darien had returned.

Faramir woke Rahl with a soft kiss and smiled at his lover. “Darien is here, love. Are you ready for him to finish your healing?”

Trying to blink away the fog that seemed to surround him, Rahl looked up at Faramir and returned his smile. He still had his powers, but his mind wasn’t as sharp as normal and his body still ached nearly everywhere. While not exactly helpless, he would stand little chance if the seeker happened to find a way to get inside the castle just then.

Nevertheless, he felt safe, with Faramir watching over him with such devotion and taking care of his every need. Even when he slept, he sensed his lover was near and thought that this wonderful sense of security was worth nearly getting killed for.

Nodding slowly, he wrapped his fingers around Faramir’s and unlocked the locks on the door with his other. “You will still watch you, won’t you? Just in case someone got to him since he was here before?”

“Oh yes, I will be right here, love,” Faramir said firmly. “I will not let anyone hurt you, though I doubt he will.” Faramir watched as Darien entered with Bergan close behind.

“I am sorry I was unable to finish this until now… you were gravely injured, my lord,” Darien said, happy to actually see Rahl conscious at least. “I only regained my powers fully this morning,” he explained as he took a place opposite of Faramir.

Faramir nodded in greeting. “We understand, we know that healing drains you as well as the castle does,” Faramir said softly. “Shall we begin?” He asked mostly to Rahl.

“My head,” Rahl said, wincing. “I cannot think straight and Faramir says I am having trouble remembering.” He smiled fondly at his lover, though he didn’t even realize it. “He has taken good care of me though. I owe my life to you both, apparently.”

All of the men in the room exchanged surprised looks from Rahl’s words and Darien took a deep breath. “It is my honor, my lord. I… your internal injuries were so bad I did not check elsewhere yesterday, I will make sure you are in top shape before I leave here today,” he assured.

Leaning over the bed slightly, Darien began to murmur a chant, his hands moving inches over Rahl’s body and a blue white light emanating from him to Rahl as he moved from the top of the other wizard’s head and down all the way to his lower abdomen. It took several minutes as he worked slowly and Faramir kept a close watch on both Rahl and the other wizard as well as a tight hold on his lover’s hand.

Darien began to waver a little at the end but managed to pull away from the spell not as exhausted as the day before. “There,” he said panting a little with sweat beading on his forehead. “I think, that should have done it,” he whispered breathlessly.

Rahl gingerly sat up and rubbed a hand over the back of his head. He felt better, and it didn’t hurt to breathe anymore. He was still a bit tired, but everything seemed to work well again. He looked at Faramir, kept his face perfectly straight and furrowed his brow, actually in the mood to tease his lover a bit despite their small audience. “You are one of my slaves, I suppose? Or are you the healer?”

Faramir gasped when Rahl sat up on his own for the first time since they’d gone to bed the night before but soon he frowned and looked at Darien accusingly. “Did… what did you do wrong?” he asked angrily, already starting to pull away to circle the bed read to attack the man.

Darien had held his hands up pleadingly and shook his head, and then paused as he looked from the angry slave to his brother Bergan and back at their master.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Rahl tightened his grip on Faramir’s hand and laughed. “That wasn’t very nice of me,” he confessed. “Of course I remember who you are, Faramir. You’ve been the one watching over me since my accident… but I must say, I find it terribly sexy to see you so protective. Perhaps we can talk to Darien later and get… reacquainted now that I am healthy again? It has been hours since I’ve had you.”

When Rahl tightened his grip on his hand and laughed, Faramir narrowed his eyes and glared at his lover. “That was not funny,” he grumbled.

Darien cleared his throat and offered a weak little chuckle at the way that Rahl was actually acting so… human. The man was laughing and smiling at the slave and he seemed… happy. This was not the man everyone feared, he was a powerful wizard, no doubt but… he seemed kinder than Bergan ever made him out to be. “We’ll leave you then… I would suggest nothing to er… strenous for a few hours at least though, my lord,” he warned, blushing brightly as his brother ushered him out of the room.

“Darken, you are very naughty to worry me like that…” Faramir said still frowning.

Rahl reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind Faramir’s ear. “I am sorry,” he said softly. “I am not really used to anyone caring as much as you do.” His hand slipped down to rest on the back of Faramir’s neck and he pulled him in for a soft kiss. “I have never apologized to a slave before, but for you, I will make an exception since you do care so much.”

Rahl did not do apologies really and when he apologized and kissed him so sweetly, Faramir had a hard time staying angry with him. The kiss deepened for a moment and Faramir was almost breathless when Rahl pulled away and whispered to him. “I do care, I love you and… and I thought I was going to lose you just yesterday. Then to think you had forgotten me… Gods… I should have lied and said I was your master come to think of it,” he laughed then and nipped at Rahl’s bottom lip. “You truly feel better now?”

“Almost like my old self,” Rahl said softly. The sound of the locks clicking into place filled the room and he lay back, bringing Faramir with him. “I think if I had lost every last bit of my mind and memories, I would still know that I answer to no master. “ His hands moved over Faramir’s body and pulled him closer until he was practically sitting in Rahl’s lap. “Would you like me to show you how much better I feel, Faramir?”

Faramir heard the click of the locks and moved slowly, his body coaxed to move on top of his lover, practically straddling his lap. “I’ve been so worried about you,” he whispered. “It would be a good way to reassure me that you truly are all right, though Darien said not to do anything too strenuous,” he said remembering what the young wizard said as he left.

“Well,” Rahl whispered, actually too tired for their usual vigorous antics, but more than willing to explore the gentler, softer side they sometimes shared, “you could lay over me and I could very, very slowly open you up while you kiss me. You could rock your hips so that your cock brushes oh-so-lightly over mine as I nibble at your neck, renewing all the marks I’ve kept on you so everyone knows to whom you belong. Then, when you’re ready, you could just slide up, spread your legs wide, and let me push up into you, fill you so full you can barely think… but you know you don’t need to think, because you only need to ride me… that doesn’t sound too strenuous, does it?”

Faramir swallowed hard and licked his lips. “Uh, no… no..it… sounds wonderful,” he whispered, already starting to be affected by the way Rahl’s voice sounded when he spoke. Gods, the man’s voice alone could arouse him beyond belief. Without a word more, Faramir unfastened his robe and let it fall away, then frowned because he’d put the sleep pants on Rahl to keep Bergan or Darien from seeing his scars. “I want to feel your skin against mine… will you use your magic to banish these,” Faramir asked, tugging at the string at the waist, “or would you rather not?”

Laughing softly, Rahl did just as he was asked, and before either of them could take another breath, they were both naked. His hands met at his lover lower back, pulling him ever closer, caressing up and down over the curve of Faramir’s spine. “Do you want my hands on your skin, or my fingers in you?’ he whispered, lips moving over the soft stubble that covered the handsome face next to his own. “Or I can make a dozen hands just like mine to touch you all over, inside and out and just concentrate on that delicious mouth of yours…”

“Oh Gods,” Faramir murmured as he tipped his head back, enjoying the heat of his lover’s body, the touch of his mouth on his skin, and those hands… Gods, those hands he loved so much. He shivered and laughed softly. “You give me too many wonderful choices, love,” he whispered. “I feel like a child in a room full of sweets… I cannot choose,” he teased and wriggled his hips against his lover. “Oh… Gods,” he whispered when Rahl’s lips and tongue moved over a sensitive spot just below his ear. His own hands moved over his lover’s chest, his shoulders and up into soft hair as he turned to kiss his lover. “I want your hands I think, I want you touching me… I want you taking me, no magic this time,” he whispered.

Surprised, but oddly touched, Rahl didn’t even think of refusing Faramir’s request. Reaching over to the nightstand, he got the salve they used as a lubricant on the few times he didn’t use his spells to prepare his lover. He opened it with one hand, dipped his fingers inside and massaged the smooth skin of the backside he’d kneaded, abused, invaded and caressed more times than he could count over the past months. Deepening the kiss, he made no move to open Faramir just yet, enjoying the way their bodies were moving together with just the rocking of his hands and hips, Faramir caught between them, their bodies doing a slow, sweet dance they seemed to fall into so easily when one or both craved gentleness rather than their usual rough coupling.

It didn’t matter to Faramir how they made love, rough and fast, with toys or without, even with pain and held back release, he loved it all but tenderness from Rahl always seemed to make Faramir’s heart swell in his chest. He felt cherished when Rahl made love to him slowly and so thoroughly. He knew the man liked him, certainly enjoyed him but he knew that Rahl didn’t love him and didn’t believe he could love. But sometimes… times like this, Faramir felt loved. He moaned against his lover’s lips as his hips shifted and their arousals brushed together. Faramir felt the tension and anticipation of arousal but also completely relaxed. It was perfect, especially after the fear of almost losing this man he loved so dearly. He couldn’t seem to stop kissing Rahl and thankfully his lover didn’t seem to mind that a bit.

After several minutes of simply kissing, Rahl dipped his fingers in the lubricant again and slid them down between the cleft of Faramir’s backside. His middle finger ran lightly over the small puckered hole he found there, pushed a little of the salve inside, then went back for more. He was always careful when opening his lover without magic, the feel and pace of preparing him by hand so new he was nervous about not doing it right. Holding Faramir steady with one hand on his lower back, Rahl deepened the kiss, pushing both his tongue and his finger inside the tight warmth of his lover’s mouth and lower passage, both offered so freely.

Faramir moaned into his lover’s mouth and rocked his hips a little as he felt a slick finger push against his opening and the cool salve slipping inside. His tongue moved with his lover’s and rocked his hips again as the finger returned again, slowly pushing inside him. He sucked at Rahl’s tongue, drawing back just a little as the finger pushed deeper and he shivered in his lover’s arms as his body relaxed a bit more and the finger slid even deeper inside him. It was so perfect that Faramir wanted to capture this moment in his memory forever, being held so sweetly against the man he loved, the anticipation of making love thrumming through his veins and the exotic flavor of his lover on his tongue.

The few times they’d taken things slow like this were the times Rahl felt the most vulnerable. He had sometimes taken lovers gently, but not often, and this, worrying about Faramir’s pleasure and safety was an added element he was wholly unfamiliar with. A few months ago, he would have said such concerns would be a burden, but… somehow, they weren’t, at least not with Faramir. Shifting his hips, he felt Faramir’s cock, the tip now wet and glistening between them, rub over his stomach, leaving a warm, wet trail behind. His own sex responded in kind and he moaned into the kiss, stealing his lover’s very breath as he gently worked a second finger in beside the first, shuddering at just how tightly both inner and outer muscles gripped him.

It was complete bliss to Faramir, his body against his lover’s their seed mingling on their stomachs and their mouths devouring one another as his lover prepared him for so much more. Rahl was rarely gentle with him and the times he was, Faramir treasured those moments. He loved fast and rough and everything else they did but this… made his heart feel as if it would burst from his chest from the sheer joy of it all. As if Rahl cared for him, even loved him, even if his mind knew that wasn’t the fact, his heart and his body refused to listen. Gasping for breath as he drew back from the deep kiss, Faramir smiled. “Gods, I love you so much… I was so afraid I would lose you,” he whispered softly. He’d already said the words to his lover, but he meant them with every fiber of his body.

Rahl could see just how much the thought of losing him hurt Faramir. His fingers slowly slipped from inside his lover and his other hand moved up to rest on the back of Faramir’s neck. “You didn’t lose me,” he whispered, his eyes searching the blue ones above him and looking perfectly sincere. “I don’t think you will. No one has ever cared for me like you do, my sweet Ranger, and that feeling of being cared for and loved is not something I will give up easily. If anything like this ever happens again, or if the seeker does reach me… know that I will fight my hardest to come back to you.”

Faramir moaned softly as Rahl’s hand moved away from his entrance and he looked into serious blue eyes. “You better,” Faramir whispered seriously. “I cannot lose you… I refuse to let any damn prophecy or seeker or even your own magic take you away from me.” Faramir leaned down and buried his face against his lover’s neck, holding him close for a moment, just needing to reassure himself again that Rahl was in fact healed.

Closing his eyes and resting his cheek against Faramir’s hair, Rahl simply held him for a moment, at a loss of what to say or do. His embrace seemed to be enough, however, as Faramir soon began to relax, and the thought that this wasn’t unpleasant after all went through Rahl’s mind. For the first time, he wondered if maybe Faramir wouldn’t tire of him, if he really did want their relationship, as one-sided as it was, to last. “Shhh,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to his lover’s temple. “I am not going anywhere if I can help it. I truly do want to stay with you.” As he spoke, he shifted his hips down and lifted Faramir’s lower body up, repositioning him. Faramir’s opening was well slicked, and combined with Rahl’s own leaking fluids, the wizard had no trouble slipping just the head of his arousal inside.

Faramir was touched by the sweet kiss to his temple and found himself smiling just a little. When Rahl moved him so easily, even without the use of magic, Faramir was taken with how strong his lover was, and moaned as he felt the hard length of his lover begin to slip inside him. He looked down at his lover, breathing heavily and wanted to shift his hips to take him in fully. Instead, he simply stared into lust darkened blue eyes, amazed by the affection he saw in Rahl’s gaze.

Rahl gave Faramir the half smile he often wore when he was feeling unsure of himself or awkward. His hands moved over every inch of skin he could reach, caressing and gently kneading and his hips tilted up, allowing his shaft to steadily impale his lover. Both arms wrapped around Faramir’s torso and Rahl slowly sat up, driving himself even deeper into the gripping passage and positioning himself so their chests were flush and they seemed to share one heartbeat. Faramir’s own weight caused Rahl’s flesh to pierce him even more deeply and the soft moan that filled the room was testament to just how much pleasure Faramir was giving the dark wizard.

Faramir let his head drop back in pleasure as Rahl’s hands caressed his body and matched his lover’s moan as Rahl sat up, driving himself into him, his muscles relaxing and taking his lover in. Gods, it felt as if it had been ages since they had made love though in reality it had only been less than a day and a half. Faramir’s arms wrapped around his lover’s shoulders, sinking into his hair and he leaned forward to kiss Rahl, even as his body took his lover in even more and his muscles tensed around the hard shaft inside him, giving him as much pleasure as he could return. The kiss was deep and passionate, Faramir sucking on his lover’s tongue as he began to rock his hips.

Completely unhurried, Rahl vaguely wondered if his near-death experience had affected him more than he cared to admit. Joining with Faramir, as he was, seemed to make him feel more alive than any of their normal rough coupling ever had. He couldn’t seem to get enough of the man, drinking him in with every kiss, every touch, and every slow, steady thrust up into him. On one hand, he wasn’t quite sure what he felt toward Faramir other than a deep attraction and fondness, but on the other, he was certain he’d never been more physically connected to another person in all his life. He stopped thinking, simply let his body take over, and found himself raining dozen of kisses over Faramir’s face each time they broke the seal of their lips. He was panting for air and sweating, though he was certainly not exerting himself by moving quickly. “Faramir, you make me feel things no one else ever has,” he murmured. “I am not sure how or why… but I am grateful.”

Each thrust seemed to be even deeper than the last and Faramir simply clung to his lover, rocking his hips in tandem and loving every moment of it. Rahl was always an exceptionally talented lover that could do things to Faramir’s body that no one ever had before but this… this was different than anything they had shared. There was a level of tenderness involved that he couldn’t seem to get enough of. His own shaft was leaking heavily between them as it rubbed against his own and Rahl’s stomachs. “Gods,” he gasped as they drew apart for break and Faramir felt his heart skip when Rahl spoke. “Oh love, so am I… I want to give you every bit of joy I can,” he whispered, rolling his hips and moaning from the feeling of his lover’s shaft pressing firmly against his sweet spot.

They moved together for longer than either thought possible, whispering softly, and Rahl was frankly amazed at his own patience, especially when he realized he was enjoying their gentle, steady rhythm so much. Eventually, however, he found himself having a hard time holding his release back. He rested one hand on Faramir’s back and worked the other between them to wrap around the heavy, swollen shaft against his stomach and began tugging each time he thrust upward. A tiny shift of his hips was all it took to realign himself and both push in past and drag out over Faramir’s sweet spot, a maneuver that sent them both closer to the edge, if their individual reactions were any indication. “You are so beautiful, Faramir,” he whispered. “You feel like you were made just for me, the way you’re wrapped around me right now.”

Faramir shivered when Rahl worked his hand between them, the extra stimulation of strong fingers gripping him, forced a moan from his lips. It was incredible the slow rocking their bodies were doing together but when Rahl shifted, Faramir cried out, as his body felt as if it were almost vibrating with need. “Gods,” he gasped, moving his hips faster, unable to help himself. He wanted to tell his lover that he too was beautiful but Rahl rarely accepted compliments well, even now that he knew Faramir found him attractive. “I was, my love, I was made for you… I firmly believe that now,” he whispered before crying out when an especially deep thrust made him nearly come undone. “Oh Gods… I cannot hold back,” he whimpered as he felt his release building rapidly.

Rahl tightened his hand on Faramir’s now slick shaft and aimed each thrust perfectly. Every time he brushed over that certain spot inside his lover, already tight muscles would clench around him, and he too was on the edge all too quickly. When he got close, he often muffled his cries against Faramir’s skin, or sometimes even bit at his shoulders or neck, though he almost always healed him afterward. This time, however, he was simply too far gone to do either. His head fell back and a low moan came from deep in his chest. His eyes rolled back for a moment, then focused on Faramir again, who was riding him in earnest now, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Come with me,” he panted. “Stop holding back…” Before he could even finish, he gave one final hard thrust up and felt his cock twitch and pulse, spurting his release deep inside this man from another world who had bewitched him so thoroughly, though neither of them even knew it yet.

When Rahl moaned, Faramir thought he would lose control then. Usually his lover bit back any noises of pleasure or sometimes even bit him to muffle himself but this time he moaned so beautifully that Faramir almost lost control that very moment. The panted words were all he needed to hear and as Rahl thrust deep inside him, Faramir came between them, his cock pulsing in his lover’s hand and coating both their stomachs with his seed. He was shuddering even as his lover’s cock twitched inside of him and his own muscles milked it rhythmically. “Oh Gods, love,” he whispered breathlessly as he let his head fall forward and rested it against his lover’s shoulder. “Gods, oh… don’t move just yet, just let me feel you inside me a little longer,” he whispered as he felt Rahl’s muscles tense to move them.

After a moment’s hesitation, Rahl was more than happy to comply. He was exhausted though, and this time called on his magic to lift them both and position his back up against the headboard. When they were settled, he leaned back, murmured a cleaning spell and slipped his hand from between them, only to lock his arms behind Faramir’s back. His eyes closed and his head tilted to one side, smiling at the way his lover’s breath heated his already warm skin even further. “For as long as you wish,” he murmured, more than happy to sit still and enjoy the warmth Faramir was offering.

Faramir was too exhausted to startle from the magic moving them both and found himself just smiling as he held his lover and tried to catch is breath. Faramir leaned back a little to look into his lover’s eyes. “Gods, the things you do to me,” he whispered before resting his head back on his lover’s shoulder. He stayed that way until his lover’s softening arousal finally slipped from his body and he sighed softly before moving to settle at his lover’s side. “I am so glad you are better now… I was so scared. But I don’t think I can question you are feeling much better,” he teased as his hand moved lazily over his lover’s chest.

Laughing softly, Rahl nodded. “Much better indeed,” he agreed. “You… do you get pleasure from this as much as you do our other encounters? I mean, the rougher ones, where I have to heal you afterward… or do you enjoy those times more?”

Faramir leaned up and looked at his lover for a moment, unsure how to answer his question. “I… I enjoy them both really. The rougher encounters are… exhilarating and… passionate and I do enjoy the pain coupled with the pleasure,” Faramir explained. “But… when you touch me tenderly it… it feels as if… as if you care about me, as if… I am connected with you in a wholly different way. It isn’t better it is just… wonderful and different.”

Once more at a loss for words, Rahl rubbed his lips and chin and stared at something above Faramir’s head. Faramir felt as if Rahl ‘cared for’ him. Perhaps he did, in his own way, but he couldn’t seem to say it. He didn’t dislike the man, certainly was fond of him, enjoyed his company, enjoyed his body… but beyond that, he didn’t understand what it was he felt. “Wonderful and different,” he said softly. “That is good to know. I was merely curious.” Knowing he needed to change the subject before Faramir asked him something he was truly uncomfortable over, he thought back to the incident that started all this. “I know what was wrong with my spell. I knew it the minute the words were out of my mouth. I really should get back there, fix it, and try again. I feel it in my bones that the seeker draws closer.”

Faramir smiled at his lover when he said he was curious and sat up more in the bed to look at Rahl. “You can’t be serious? You were nearly killed a day ago,” Faramir argued. “At least… Gods, at least take me with you or… or something. I cannot stand waiting here to know if you were hurt again,” Faramir said hurriedly. “Please, I will… I will stand out in the hall with Bergan if I must I just… I just need to know you are safe and if you need me I will be there this time… besides I’ll be worried sick,” Faramir was babbling in fear and even took Rahl’s hand between both of his own. “Please, if you must do this let me come this time?”

“And if it fails again, have you hurt?” Rahl shook his head at once, the very thought of what happened to him happening to Faramir making him feel ill. “Faramir, you cannot be serious? The blast was not nearly as bad as it could have been. At worst, it could pass through the walls of that room, and you could be injured. I will not hurt you or put you in a position to be hurt. It would…” His words drifted off at the stricken look in Faramir’s eyes. “Faramir, I cannot put you in danger.”

“Please,” Faramir said softly, squeezing Rahl’s hand in his own. “I… I just can’t stand the thought of you going alone and this happening again. I… I couldn’t bear having you brought back into this room lifeless and covered in blood,” he said softly. “I… I… maybe I could at least be down the hall or… or somewhere close enough… please, love,” he whispered, not realizing how desperate he sounded.

Rahl frowned and slipped his arm around Faramir; pulling him closer, surprised once again at deeply and in how many ways Faramir cared for him. He didn’t think he could ever get used to it, someone truly worrying about him, and no matter how many times he experienced it, it always came as a bit of a surprise. “I suppose I could put a few extra spells of protection on you,” he murmured, soothing his lover by running his hands up and down along his spine as he thought out loud. “You have nearly as many as me these days, but I could add more… perhaps draw in the castles protection a bit and channel it towards you, just in case…”

Faramir went easily into Rahl’s arms, his face nestling against his lover’s neck. “Gods, thank you,” he whispered. “You can remove it afterwards, I just need to see and be sure that nothing goes wrong. I… I worry that it wasn’t your spell but someone else doing something, some other wizard like the one with the seeker… I just… I hate to sound so needy I know it makes me sound weak but I just don’t want to lose you. Even if I do return to my world I doubt I would ever know happiness again in my life. I do love you, Darken, more than anything. More than my love of my home world, more than my brother who I miss dearly, I would give up anything for you…”

Rahl took Faramir’s hand in his own and pressed it between them. “Faramir, I wish…” He sighed, wishing he understood what Faramir was feeling, to love someone with all your heart, to worry about them, want them to be happy, to just need them. He didn’t of course, but did want to at least make his lover feel better. “You are not weak,” he said softly. “And I know you love me. I can feel it and see it. I don’t understand it in the least, but I know that for you at least, it is very real.” He pulled back just a bit and tilted Faramir’s face up, pressing a gentle kiss against soft lips. “When all this is over with the seeker, I would like to learn more about loving someone and perhaps one day I will know how to give you back all you have given to me.”

Faramir returned the sweet kiss and smiled a little as Rahl said he could feel and see he was loved. It did not matter that Rahl didn’t love him in return, Faramir thought; he loved Rahl enough for the both of them. “You give me enough, never doubt that… I know you have never known love but you… you tolerate mine and you let me be with you and you take care of me and care for my safety and comfort, that is enough,” he whispered.

“Do I really?” Rahl whispered, suddenly filled with doubt. He had no trouble speaking honestly with Faramir, given all they’d shared – plus it helped to know that he could simply take this conversation from Faramir’s mind should he say too much. “Give you enough, I mean? Sometimes I wonder, because the fondness I have for you feels… natural and the attraction – well, there has never been a question about that. But I don’t feel that I give you very much at all sometimes.”

Faramir smiled when Rahl said he was fond of him. “Yes, love. I am happy here with you and when I have wanted for things… you’ve always provided them for me,” he whispered. “I am just glad that you want me and that I can be with you like this, that I can help you with your plans, help you with your ledgers and be a part of your daily life. You’ve given me a safe place to live, you protect me, all my comforts are more than met and you give me physical pleasure beyond anything I have ever known before… I feel you have given me a great deal my love.”

Rahl gave Faramir a rare smile, one that made his eyes sparkle and his lips turn up at both sides; one that showed just how happy he really was at the moment, even though he couldn’t put it into words. “I am glad you are happy,” he whispered, brushing his lips over his lover’s cheek. “Now… for those protection spells.” He started murmuring every spell he could think of, some more than once, and never even took note of the fact that when he was done, Faramir actually had more spells on him than Rahl himself did. He would have said it was merely an oversight had anyone called him on it, but of course, no one would ever know, not even, it seemed, Rahl himself.

The smile on Rahl’s face almost took Faramir’s breath away, rarely did the man truly smile but when he did, he was so incredibly handsome. The sweet kiss to his cheek made his own smile widen and he could feel warmth wash over him as spell after spell was cast on him. It seemed to take a bit before Rahl was satisfied and they both dressed to go down to the Garden of Life, Faramir had only read about but never visited. He was apprehensive but, Rahl knew what he was doing, he was a powerful wizard and Faramir had to trust in his lover that he wouldn’t get hurt again.

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