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Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 25

Life in Gondor had been even more than Rahl could have hoped for. There was no one wishing him dead, no one who hunted him day and night, and he never had to worry about anyone’s loyalty. He met Faramir’s friends and family became close to Gandalf and Faramir’s bother, Boromir, and even enjoyed the company of the king, Aragorn, who happened to be Boromir’s lover. He saw Elves and dwarves, orcs and even the fall of Sauron himself.

Most of all, he loved and was loved. He had never been so happy in all his life. Formerly lonely and, he thought, bereft of any emotion except anger, he had discovered a whole new world as Faramir’s mate.

The night before had marked their tenth anniversary. They’d made love long into the night, slow and sweet, hands mapping out bodies each knew so well, breath and sweat and words mingling, bodies moving together as one. Ten years as Faramir’s husband was more than Rahl felt he deserved, yet it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him.

These days, Faramir only spent a few hours each day training the new, younger Rangers and Rahl whiled away the time in the Houses of Healing, healing anyone who needed it. The act still drained his powers, so he was careful, and almost never drained himself completely, just in case Faramir might ever need him again. He enjoyed healing in this life as much as he’d enjoyed causing pain in the other.

When they’d appeared in Gondor, Rahl had decided he would never hurt Faramir in any way, either physically or emotionally. Faramir, however, had suggested, after they’d been in their new home for only a few weeks, a little something that reminded him of old times and Rahl, after only a moment’s hesitation, had happily agreed. These days, most of their encounters were deliberate and tender, but every so often, one or the other of them craved a bit of change.

As wonderful as their lovemaking had been the night before, Faramir seemed to have other plans for their ‘after-anniversary celebration’ as he’d gotten home before Rahl and left the door to their ‘playroom’ slightly ajar.

When Rahl saw the open playroom door, he smiled and went straight to their bedroom where he changed from his healers clothes – a long white tunic and tan breeches – to simple tight black pants that didn’t even come close to hiding the scar on his stomach. He didn’t give it a second thought, however, as he stepped inside the dimly lit room.

There were candles in the room, but none too close. The tiny flames no longer affected Rahl the way they had when he’d first arrived in Middle Earth. Slowly but surely he had gotten over his fear with Faramir’s help, and while he still preferred to light their rooms with magic, he did agree that it was sometimes more interesting when he focused his powers solely on his husband.

Faramir was in the middle of the room standing naked and already aroused, hands behind his back, already in the headspace of their former master/slave relationship.

“You look amazing,” Rahl said, closing the door behind him. He came closer and ran his finger down his husband’s chest, stopping just above his navel. “How long have you been waiting like this?”

Faramir had heard the door open while he waited for his husband and smiled. The night before had been absolutely wonderful but their anniversary had also brought back memories of how they met and fell in love in the first place. Throughout the day while Faramir spent time restocking the armory and checking inventories he had plenty of time to think and remember how the two of them met. And when he got home he decided that this would be a treat for them both and a way to stretch out their anniversary celebration just a day longer.

“I have been here about an hour, my lord, ready and waiting for your return,” Faramir said softly, his head bowed slightly and looking up from under long lashes at his husband.

Only Rahl’s eyes showed his love for the man before him. He never tried to hide that – and was fairly certain he couldn’t have even if he’d wanted to. The rest of him – from his face to the way he held himself – was stern and hard, betraying none of the man he had become over the last decade. He moved closer, put his lips just in front of Faramir’s but didn’t quite let them touch. “Arms up, feet apart,” he whispered. “You know the position.” Even before Faramir could move, Rahl had cast a spell for leather cuffs that hung from the ceiling and another pair that was bolted to the floor just far enough apart to make Faramir’s leg muscles tremble when he’d been held there for a while. The cuffs waited, ready to snap into place the moment Faramir’s wrists and ankles were within reach.

Faramir shivered when Rahl’s voice took on that commanding tone and he moved into position as he was instructed. He licked his lips and did not jump at all when the cuffs snapped into place loudly in the room. He did however suck in a deep breath in anticipation, as his arousal that had grown somewhat as he’d prepared himself and with the thoughts of being with his husband had ran through his mind as he waited, twitched and grew harder. He was accustomed to the position actually, it was one of their favored ones and could sometimes hold himself without the cuffs, though the magic of them often helped him keep his balance better.

Rahl stayed close, smiling when his lover shivered, loving the fact that he could still get such a reaction even after all these years. He spelled a table nearby and summoned a few ‘toys’ to lie on top of it, just out of Faramir’s sight. Nipple clamps, the one they’d used in Rahl’s own castle long ago still shone brightly thanks to preservation and cleaning spells that were meticulously applied after each use. He rarely used his magic to actually put them – or any of the other decorative items on, instead preferring to approach them in a more hands-on manner, as he did tonight. Gathering the clamps and their connecting chain in one hand and a small, stiff leather ruler in the other, Rahl circled his husband once, then moved again, coming to a stop just behind him. His fingers tangled in soft hair and he pulled Faramir’s head back just hard enough to hurt. “I think I’ll blindfold you for now, just so you won’t know what’s coming,” he whispered thoughtfully. “I know you much you love surprises.”

Faramir saw the clamps and smiled a bit. The small golden items were a favorite toy of theirs. He kept his eyes forward as Rahl circled him, remembering the anticipation and fear he felt the very first time Rahl had done that. How his fear warred with his desire and how now though he knew there was nothing to fear he still felt anticipation growing. When Rahl pulled his head back by his hair, Faramir moaned only a little and arched his back. “Yes, my lord,” he whispered. “Thank you for considering what I like.” His answers were not what they would be if they were in bed together. In this room, he answered to his husband as if he were still a slave. When they left this room the charade ended but while they were in it, he was yet again a slave in Rahl’s domain.

“Such a good pet.” A blindfold appeared in Rahl’s hand and he tied it himself covering Faramir’s eyes completely then pushing his head forward again. Quietly, he circled back around in front of the man and without warning slapped the ruler hard against his left nipple, which turned red and stiffened at once.

Faramir closed his eyes behind the blindfold, knowing that even if he were just asked to close his eyes, he would but this was just as fun and he was not tempted to peek either. He leaned his head forward, bowing his head slightly and thanked his lover for his compliment. In a moment, he was unsure where his lover was in the room, though having to strain to hear the whisper of soft fabric against his lover’s legs and he startled and yelped a little when the ruler smacked against his tender skin. His nipple immediately hardened under the stimulus and Faramir gasped a bit from the sting of it, rocking on the balls of his feet.

The ruler landed against the same nipple four more times, then the first clamp was quickly put into place before the sting could even begin to go away. Rahl’s right hand slid up Faramir’s neck, holding his head in place, while his lips sealed over his slave’s mouth, ready to swallow each moan and gasp, stealing the very air Faramir breathed. He held his lover steady as his free hand tightened the screw on the clamp, making the tiny rubber jaws bite down on already sore skin.

Faramir found himself arching into the blows of the ruler, despite the sting, his arousal grew even harder and he moaned deeply when the first clamp was put in place. “Gods,” he murmured and then he found his lips sealed against his lovers as he moaned and tried to rock his body against Rahl’s despite the bindings holding him in place. He moaned against his lover’s mouth as the clamp was tightened even more and he thrust his hips forward seeking any sort of friction against his arousal.

Breathing heavily, Rahl felt the fabric of his breeches tighten across his hips as his arousal grew harder and fuller each time Faramir moaned. He stayed just out of reach of his lover’s shifting hips, allowing him only the slightest friction against his already weeping sex before moving away. Never breaking the kiss, he attached the second clamp and twisted the screw just a bit tighter than the first. “You suffer so well,” he whispered, letting his lips glide over Faramir’s chin and jaw line, only to fasten just below his ear. “You are the most exceptionally beautiful man I have ever known, Faramir, whether you are laying beside me, begging for my cock or like, this, hard and needy and desperate for me to hurt you.”

Faramir whimpered against his lover’s mouth at the fleeting touch of his sex against the soft fabric of Rahl’s breeches. Gods, this man made him want like no one ever had and ever would, even after ten years of marriage and their year together in D’Hara. When the second clamp was added, Faramir moaned into the kiss, swaying in his bindings. He was breathless and panting when Rahl drew away again and Faramir let his head fall back as his lover’s lips moved over his flushed skin. “You make me want so much all I can do is give myself to you and you always make me feel wonderful,” he whispered. It was true, even when something was pushing close to his limits Rahl seemed to always know when it was close to too much for Faramir. In all their years together, Faramir had never needed to use the one word phrase they had assigned all those years ago.

Reaching down between Faramir’s legs, Rahl caressed him gently, pulling his balls down and letting his thumb trail over the taut, delicate sac that was so full and exquisitely sensitive to the slightest touch. His other arm wrapped around his lover, grounding and reassuring him, fingers rubbing his back and backside; his lips continuing to mark smooth warm skin. He whispered a familiar spell and out of nowhere, a length of rope appeared and wrapped itself just above his hand, where Faramir’s testicles were pulled away from his body. Tiny loops hung down in a perfect circle from the bindings and when Rahl moved his hand away, he did so especially carefully, knowing the pain would be just beginning. “So tender, aren’t you, love? So full and heavy and already wondering how in the world you’re going to be able to come. And I’ve not even put the weights on yet.”

Moaning as Rahl’s hand wrapped around the delicate sac, Faramir let his head fall back further, giving himself over to his lover. When he felt the rope wrap around him, he hissed and shivered in his lover’s arms, knowing what will come next. “Gods, yes,” he whispered in response. He knew what pain would come, but also knew the pleasure that would come as well in its wake. Breathing heavily as his lover prepared him, Faramir whimpered when the first weight was added and his sac was pulled away from his body. He shivered again, his body automatically wanting to pull away but he held himself still, grateful for Rahl’s arm around him.

Deciding his hands could be put to far better use than toying with the weights, Rahl let his spell hook them on to each loop slowly, one by one as he kissed his husband’s mouth, his neck, and occasionally leaned down to bite gently at the clamps that encased his nipples. The advantage of magic, he’d learned, was that he could comfort while he hurt, not just after, and he’d made a fine art of leading Faramir along the thin line between pleasure and pain and never letting him stumble. His hands rested on his lover’s backside, sometimes holding him steady, sometimes rocking him just enough to make the weights sway, and sometimes moving to stroke his swollen shaft. He was just as hard, and finally, slipped one hand between them to unfasten his breeches and stroke himself, letting his hand ghost over Faramir’s hip so there would be no doubt in his lover’s mind as to what he was doing.

Faramir was trapped in a web of pleasure and pain as the weights pulled at the tender skin yet he was distracted from it by the hot mouth that was on his own and then his neck and his chest. He cried out when Rahl nipped at the clamps gently, feeling the jolt go straight to his cock. Biting his lip hard, Faramir could sense exactly what his lover was doing as Rahl’s hand slipped between them. He desperately wanted to see the sight of his lover stroking the hard flesh for him. It had been a difficult step so long ago showing Rahl his scars did not bother him and now all these years later they were not even thought of anymore by either of them. He loved watching Rahl touch himself this way, loved that his husband trusted him so much, loved that he did this for him. This time though the blindfold prevented him from seeing, but he could hear and he could sense it, and feel the brush of fabric and his lover’s hand against him. He licked his lips wishing he could taste his lover… needing something since he could not see him.

Rahl’s thumb smoothed over the tip of his cock, gathering the drop of fluid there. “I see what you want,” he murmured, lifting his hand and pushing his thumb past kiss-swollen lips just as the last weight was added. When he pulled back, the digit ran over Faramir’s bottom lip, wetting it with his own saliva. “There, now. Isn’t that better?”

Faramir’s tongue laved the thumb, tasting his lover and moaning softly then louder when the other weight was added. His lips were wet and he licked at them again when Rahl drew away. “Much, my lord. Thank you,” he whispered, keeping up their game.

Smiling, Rahl pulled away and circled his ‘slave.’ “Just like old times,” he said softly. “You’re just as responsive as when I used to put those ridiculous spells on you to make you want me. And all that time… you wanted my anyway.” He stopped just behind Faramir and held his hips, seeing the strain of each muscle in his arm and shoulders as the restraints held him immobile. His cock, now weeping a nearly steady stream of precome was pushed against and between the cleft of Faramir’s backside, up and over his entrance, leaving a wet, glistening trail behind. “I wonder… should I leave you here like this for a while, or shall I take what is mine?” The question was, just like Rahl’s spells from so long ago, a ridiculous one, as he could never bear to leave Faramir alone when he was
bound in any fashion or uncomfortable. Still, it had it’s desired affect as his touch gave Faramir just a momentary sensation of just how he’d feel if left alone in this state for even half an hour.

“No. You never needed those spells, even the first night I was attracted to you even if I didn’t want to be,” Faramir admitted. Faramir could feel his lover move from in front of him. The shift of air around him, the brush of fabric, the faint sound of bare feet moving over the floor. He shivered when his lover pushed against his backside and he arched his back in reaction, feeling the slick precome and the heat of his lover’s shaft. “I belong to you, my lord, please have mercy on me… I want you so much,” Faramir whispered.

Rahl’s fingers, suddenly slick with oil, moved over Faramir’s backside and gently probed around his opening. His free hand snaked around to tug on the chain that connected his nipple clamps and an unseen hand brushed over the weights, making them clink together, each little note adding to the sound of both men’s already unsteady and heavy breaths. “You want me,” he repeated as his finger pushed in to the knuckle and he gave the chain another yank. A second finger slipped in beside the first and scissored, stretching his lover slowly, his lips pressed against Faramir’s ear. “You, my love, have me – have had me for so long now… but it is still so lovely to hear you beg.”

Faramir arched more into the touch as warm fingers moved against him and he whimpered when at the exact same moment the clamps bit at him and the weights moved between his widespread legs sending jolts of pain searing through him, followed by pleasure as at the same moment a slick finger pushed inside him. “Oh Gods!” Faramir cried out as arched his body. “Yes, want you so much,” he whimpered as a second finger joined the first, spreading him wider. He smiled when Rahl said he had him but still liked hearing him beg. It was exhilarating like this, Rahl controlling him with his body, his magic and his love. Faramir would do anything for this man, not just sexually… absolutely anything.

Nearing the end of his endurance and seeing that before too long Faramir would be in real pain, Rahl wasted little time in removing his fingers, pushing his pants further down on his hips, slicking himself with a quick spell and running the blunt head of his cock over his lover’s entrance. The restraints holding Faramir pulled his legs even further apart and down so that his hips moved back, but Rahl’s hand was resting on his stomach both to keep him from falling and judge the strain on already tensed his muscles. A heartbeat later, he was buried balls deep inside his lover’s warmth, both arms now holding him securely, the restraints now supporting his limbs more than holding him captive.

When the fingers withdrew, Faramir hoped that Rahl truly was going to take him and not toy with him more. His husband could be wicked sometimes and tease him until he could hardly stand it. He heard the swish of fabric though, the soft slide of it down his husband’s legs and he knew that Rahl was beyond his own patience. Thank the Gods for that. Faramir gasped, as his body was maneuvered by magic and his husband’s strong hands and then suddenly, without any warning at all his lover was buried deep inside him. Faramir cried out, his muscles clenching around the thick column of flesh inside him. “Oh Gods, yes… yes,” he whimpered, unable to move himself in this position so all he could do was use his inner muscles to coax his lover to move.

Rahl stood shivering; his forehead resting between Faramir’s shoulder blades, soft moans falling from his lips with every clench of gripping muscles around his length. Gritting his teeth, he used his magic to tighten the clamps just a little tighter as he ground out his next words. “You are a wicked man, Faramir, and an impatient one at that, clamping down around me the very instant I get inside you.” Unable to wait, he pulled hips back, watching his cock slide out until on the head was still inside his lover, then pushed back in, hard and fast. “Just for that…” Another weight was added to the ones already dangling between long legs, and Rahl’s hand moved down to fondle Faramir’s dark and full sac.. “And you will be so, so very sorry if you come before I give you permission.”

Faramir hissed as the clamps tightened and he wriggled as much as the bindings let him though he knew he couldn’t get away from the little stinging pains. He smiled when Rahl called him wicked but could say nothing more as his lover began to move. The first thrust sent him reeling and then he screamed as another weight was added to the others and Rahl’s hand moved over the sac. Gods, it hurt but felt sooo good at the same time. Faramir whimpered when Rahl warned him not to come until he had permission. “Yes, my lord,” he whispered brokenly, his voice barely above a whisper as all the sensations of pain, need, desire and pleasure flooded through him.

Long fingers traced over Faramir’s neck and chest, finally making their way to his head where the blindfold was gently pulled away. Turning his lover’s face to the side, Rahl kissed him, the angle somewhat awkward, but not uncomfortable, and began thrusting slowly and deeply, his own arms more than the magic, now nearly completely supporting the willing body before him. Without warning, his fingertips brushed over the clamp on Faramir’s left nipple. The golden teeth quickly unlocked themselves and fell, pulling the chain that was attached to the other clamp and letting the blood flood back to the undoubtedly painful nub of skin it had been holding. Rahl wasted no time in pinching at the formerly imprisoned flesh, having little mercy since he knew Faramir was enjoying this as much as Rahl himself was.

When the blindfold fell away, Faramir found himself blinking rapidly to focus but soon was so wrapped up in a kiss that they sunk closed again. His body was completely supported in his lover’s arms, his cock dripping precome with every deep thrust. Faramir cried out when the first clamp fell away and whimpered as Rahl teased it mercilessly causing his cock to twitch and his muscles to clamp down around his lover again, milking his hard cock inside him. “Gods… please,” he murmured, not even sure himself what he wanted… to be allowed to come or to keep feeling just like this, on the edge of complete bliss.

Rahl, as usual, couldn’t get enough of his beloved husband. His hands touched Faramir everywhere, his lips kissed and suckled, his chest slid against Faramir’s back, and his cock delved deep inside to his very core. The second clamp was removed, but instead of worrying the newly freed nipple, Rahl’s hand moved downward to wrap around his lover’s swollen flesh. The weights clinked together with every thrust and his other hand tugged on the imprisoned testicles before resting again back on his stomach. His own thrusts were loosing their rhythm and he felt his cock swell even more inside the tight confines of Faramir’s passage. “Almost…” he whispered, pressing Faramir harder against him and thrusting even deeper. “So close…”

Faramir was completely lost, he was so breathless that his chest almost ached from breathing so heavily and his heart was pounding loudly even in his own ears. He was so close to losing control that he had to desperately fight against it with every thrust from his lover. Gods, it felt so good to be filled this way, desired as much as he was by Rahl. When the second clamp fell away and blood rushed to the abused flesh, Faramir shivered from the sting of it and then a warm hand wrapped around him. He wasn’t sure he could hold out as Rahl wanted him to. It all felt so good. He could feel his lover swell inside him, knew that Rahl too was close as the thrusts were deeper and more erratic than before. “Yes… yes, want to feel you come inside me,” Faramir whispered encouragingly.

Unable to control his own body at that point, Rahl gave in as he’d only ever done with Faramir, putting every little part of himself into their lovemaking. He began thrusting with wild abandon, his head falling forward, burying against his lover’s shoulder and his hand slid down to the rope that bound and pulled Faramir’s balls down far below their natural position. With only a touch, the weights disappeared. Rahl thrust up hard one final time, released the rope completely, and whispered “Now!” Faramir’s passage was flooded with his release, Rahl’s cries now hoarse and desperate in the confines of their small room, seeming to bounce off the walls and vibrate back onto damp, sensitive skin.

It was a good thing magic and Rahl supported him at the moment because Faramir doubted he could keep his feet the way his lover was pounding into him. It was rough and fast and oh so good. He screamed when his sac was pulled down from his body once more and then a final thrust and Rahl’s whispered request sent Faramir over the edge. His entire world seemed to shatter and reform in seconds as his release, held back for so long shot through him. His own cries matched his lovers and he was shaking violently as his inner muscles milked his lover’s shaft. His vision dimmed, as stars seemed to sparkle in his vision as his lungs struggled to draw enough breath. Gods, what this man did to him!

Rahl’s arms tightened around his lover and he simply held him close for long minutes as they both caught their breath. When he finally pulled away, he was mesmerized as a few drops of his release seeped out of Faramir’s entrance and down his thigh. The magic restraints held him steady once more as Rahl moved to stand before rather than behind his husband and then gently released him as long arms wrapped around his waist and held him close. “Hold on to me, love,” he murmured, kissing the sides of Faramir’s mouth and supporting him completely. “Don’t try to stand… just wrap your arms around my neck.”

He loved the feeling of Rahl holding him, Faramir thought as they both tried to calm their breathing. When Rahl pulled away, he whimpered a little, his body was decidedly sore now but Gods it had been well worth it. He smiled tiredly at his lover as he appeared in front of him though. To be honest, Faramir likely could not have been able to support his own weight after all that, so he was ever so grateful that his lover knew this. He wrapped his sore arms around his husband and practically fell into his arms as the magic released him completely.

Their game now over, Rahl smiled as Faramir leaned into him. Faramir was taller, larger, but Rahl had no trouble lifting him even without magic, and truth be told, this was one of his favorite moments, when Faramir depended on and needed him, and above all, trusted him to take care of him. There had been little trust in Rahl’s life before the man in his arms had appeared, and he never for one moment forgot that Faramir’s trust was nearly as incredible a gift as his love. Gently laying his husband down on fresh sheets as he whispered sweet endearments, rather than clean them with magic, Rahl simply summoned a warm, wet cloth and set about wiping away the remnants of their lovemaking.

Faramir too enjoyed these moments, being close to his lover and truly cared for. It made him feel special, and though he knew they were already the center of one another’s worlds, it made him feel more so when Rahl forsake his magic and took care of him this way. “I love you,” Faramir whispered as he was gently tended to. His body ached from the strain on his muscles from being bound, his entrance felt raw and his balls were tender and throbbing as his nipples ached from just the air against his skin but it was all well worth it. Each pain reminded him he was alive, he was loved beyond measure and he gave his lover pleasure that only the two of them understood.

Stretching out beside Faramir, Rahl leaned up on one elbow and gently pushed the hair back from his forehead. “And I love you, my husband,” he said softly. “More so with every passing day.” His hand drifted down to rest over Faramir’s heart, where he could feel the steady, reassuring beat that often lulled him into now dreamless sleep. “What do you want me to take?” In their first years together, he had healed Faramir immediately and completely after every one of their ‘games,’ but now, he always asked first, knowing that sometimes, a little twinge or ache actually made the memories of their encounters all the more erotic for days afterward. His powers had grown in this world, and even healing the direst injury or disease on one of his patients did little to deplete them.

Faramir smiled as his lover settled next to him. “Just take the edge off… I do have to ride tomorrow on a short patrol with the new recruits,” he teased a little. “But not completely it will be nice to remember tonight during the patrol when I am asked a million questions about the war.” He grinned at his lover and rested his fingers over Rahl’s on his chest. “One of my Ranger’s told me that I tend to stare toward the Healing Houses, he says he has never seen one married as long as we have been look forward to going home to his husband as much as I do. What about you? Do you think about me during the day between healing patients?”

Rahl immediately did as Faramir asked and took some of the soreness away. His thumb rubbed over his lover’s chest, and his fingers stilled, enjoying the warmth of the hand covering them. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think of you between healing patients. I think of you while I’m healing patients, between healing patients, when I’m having lunch, when I’m walking to the Healing Houses, when I’m walking home, when I’m casting a spell to teach the younger healers how to treat wounds with and without magic… actually, I think of you every moment of every day.” Laughing softly, he rolled his eyes at himself, then smiled at his husband. “I am not the man you fell in love with,” he mused. “That man would never have admitted that, you know.”

Faramir laughed softly and shook his head. “No, he wouldn’t have,” he whispered. “But I am very glad he just did,” Faramir said drawing his lover’s hand up to his lips and kissing it gently. “I too think of you all day. Wonder what you are doing, how you feel, miss you, want to tell you a funny story as soon as it happens and have to file it away to tell you when I arrive home. I never thought I would find what we have together… love as deep as ours and a passion and shared desires such as ours. I should have known years ago that the man I would one day love wasn’t of this world,” he teased.

A soft chuckle filled the room. “You should have known indeed,” he whispered. “Gods, I cannot believe I just… took you from everything you knew, like I had the right… and then for so long I fancied that I actually owned you.” His fingers carded through Faramir’s hair and his voice grew even softer. His eyes, normally a deep shade of blue, grew even darker and shone with happiness. “I am sorry for so many things I did then, but never that. As wrong, as arrogant, as selfish and terrible as it was… it was – no you are – the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Faramir smiled and nodded as he leaned into his lover’s touch. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me too. I do not regret any of what passed between us at first other than the pain of us hurting each other in our misunderstandings. No one in my life ever wanted me the way you did though. No one ever just looked at me and said ‘I want him’ the way you did. It… was a very foreign thing to me. You know how my father was so I never thought of myself as much of… well… as a catch one might say until you made me feel otherwise,” Faramir admitted. He’d never told his husband that it had been quite flattering for a man who didn’t think much of his own looks or abilities to be desired the way Rahl had so clearly wanted him.

“I don’t see how that’s possible,” Rahl said in wonder. “You are the most beautiful, perfect being I have ever seen – even to this day, in either of our worlds.” He couldn’t resist smiling as he continued. “Your father could not see how lucky he was to have you in his life. Though I did have a bit of fun giving him that little leg cramp every time he insulted you, I did feel almost sorry for him. To have missed out on so much that you were trying to give him. I think you had a much harder time than I did. At least my own father never even pretended to care about anyone, unlike Denethor. Gods, I hated – hated it when he compared you to your brother.”

Faramir sighed and nodded. “I loved Boromir but I hated being compared to his shining example all the time too,” he murmured. “The leg cramp… I can’t say I did feel sorry for him really, perhaps I have more of an evil streak than everyone thinks,” he laughed softly and rolled to his side to look at his lover and trail his hand over his skin. Faramir licked his lips and smiled. “I am just glad you took me to your world, glad we have this life together… and I look forward to many more years loving you, my husband.”

“With all the spells I have over us,” Rahl grinned, “we’ll have many more decades, rather than years.” He slid one arm beneath Faramir’s head and pulled him close. From sending demons of the underworld to get a perfect stranger to use for sex to this – a happy, loving, incredible marriage, seemed impossible. But the strong heart beat against his own, the smooth, warm skin and firm muscles that rested against him were real, and wonderful and, Rahl smiled as he thought again, like he did every night, had saved his life in more ways than one. “This love-thing is pretty amazing, you know. I had no idea what it was until you came along, and now… knowing you love me is the thing I am most proud of.”

Faramir laughed. “Forever couldn’t be long enough,” he grinned as he sank into his lover’s arms. “Mmm, yes, this love-thing certainly is amazing, the most amazing part for me is being loved in return as much as I love you.”

Rahl entangled their fingers and brought Faramir’s up to his lips for a kiss. “I don’t deserve you, but I’m never letting you go,” he whispered, then yawned and snuggled closer. “But I’m working on it. Love is funny like that, I guess. It makes you want to be a better person, no matter what world you live in.”

Faramir smiled and nodded. “Good, because I have no intention of letting you go either,” he whispered in return. He snuggled close and smiled as Rahl’s magic pulled the covers over them both and the light in the room dimmed. He pulled Rahl closer, slipping his leg between his lover’s and pressing their bodies close. “We should take a nap and have dinner later,” he murmured. “Sweet dreams, Darken.”

Smiling as he did so often now, Rahl nodded and pressed a kiss to Faramir’s forehead. “You too, love,” he whispered. “You too.”

The End.

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35 Comment(s)

Cool! I like where this is headed, even though I don’t know the other fandom.

— pinbot    Sunday 10 May 2009, 3:26    #

Oh now this is a crossover I can sink my teeth into. I love both fandoms. I’m so excited about this story. Thank you for this. I can’t wait for more!

— Kelly    Monday 11 May 2009, 15:26    #

Crossover!!! oooOOOOooooo!!!!

— Eoselene    Tuesday 12 May 2009, 9:34    #

I didn’t know the other fandom involved in this crossover but man am I glad you turned me onto it. Now I have a new series I am greatly enjoying and your wonderful story to look forward to. Thanks!

— PrphtssP    Monday 8 June 2009, 6:23    #

Well I certainly never believed I’d ever see these thoughts or traits emerging from Darken Rahl of all people! This is very interesting indeed. I am enjoying it very much.

— Kelly    Tuesday 7 July 2009, 22:24    #

Well I certainly never believed I’d ever see these thoughts or traits emerging from Darken Rahl of all people! This is very interesting indeed. I am enjoying it very much. I’m in the midst of this book series right now so this is a great time for me to enjoy this story. Thank you both again for entertaining me thoroughly.

— Kelly    Tuesday 7 July 2009, 22:25    #

I just noticed I forgot to comment after this last post. I so love this. I’m loving seeing some things floating around in Rahl’s head that you wouldn’t expect in a million years! And who else could do this to him other than our dear, sweet, oh so naughty Faramir! I cant wait for more!

— Kelly    Thursday 23 July 2009, 21:38    #

Awesome!!! I am so loving the frustration level here! Faramir’s frustration with Rahl not believing him is one thing but Rahl’s frustration with Faramir and those little “feelings” he has no idea what to do with is just so fun. Feelings and Rahl dont normally even go in the same sentence so this is just so cool to be able so watch this all unfold. More please.

— Kelly    Tuesday 28 July 2009, 21:23    #

I almost feel sorry for Rahl..almost. He doesn’t have a chance. But then who could resist our Faramir? Can’t wait for more!

— Kelly    Tuesday 18 August 2009, 19:50    #

Drip, drip, drip. I feel the ice melting from a certain wizard’s heart. What power our Faramir wields. He can turn even the most vile heart to mush. As always, I am loving this and can’t wait for more. If Faramir is successful in making a very big change in Rahl,I wonder just how different his meeting with the Seeker would be?

— Kelly    Tuesday 25 August 2009, 19:11    #

Loved chapter 12, and the way their two worlds are “intertwingling” now. Fire and ice….

— ebbingnight    Thursday 10 September 2009, 22:58    #

I have no patience any more. This is impossible!!! You write gorgeous but.., but a little slowly… Forgive me for that. I want to see Faramir happy so much… I want Rahl would believe Faramir loves him truly. He is so stubborn…
Thank you!

— Anastasiya    Friday 11 September 2009, 12:25    #

Ugh! You two are seriously killing me! Every time I think our wonderful, oh so irresistible, Faramir is going to break through that last wall to Rahl, the door goes slam (and very loudly I might add)! It is beyond frustrating for both Faramir and me (hee hee). I was so sure this time he had it. However, do not take that as anything but the total compliment that it is. I love it. It’s what keeps me checking back daily (blushes, ok several times a day at least) for new updates. I so love this story. Well done!

— Kelly    Tuesday 15 September 2009, 0:09    #

Oh yes, magic is definitely at work here, but not the kind with which Rahl is familiar! I was happy to see in Chapter 13 that at least the children in the castle aren’t terrified of him.

— ebbingnight    Tuesday 15 September 2009, 16:46    #

Ouch! That time the door slammed shut so quickly it got me in the nose! Tease, tease tease!

— Kelly    Tuesday 15 September 2009, 16:52    #

Ah that’s better. I have been waiting for that reading. I can see the door is now slightly ajar. Hopefully Faramir gets the rest of himself through it. You two really have me wrapped up in this story. I was so excited to see a new addition I read it immediately. The greatest compliment I can give you is that you know a story is good when you can really picture yourself in the middle of it all watching it unfold. I have done that with basically all of your stories I have read. This one however will always be a favorite of mine.

— Kelly    Thursday 17 September 2009, 16:20    #

Totally love the way that Rahl is now trying to talk Faramir out of loving him—- for his own good! Getting closer and closer now to realizing what “love” actually means, I suspect!

— ebbingnight    Friday 18 September 2009, 1:07    #

Now this is really interesting. I’m so loving it. With all this emotoinal turmoil going on I cant wait to see things really explode when Richard decides to show up at some point.

— Kelly    Tuesday 22 September 2009, 17:04    #

Ha ha the power our beloved Ranger wields and doesn’t even realize it. Now he’s got Rahl healing broken bones without a second thought about it. Stick a fork in him, he’s done. I’m surprised he’s holding out as long as he is. I would have given in to Faramir in less than 5 seconds.

— Kelly    Wednesday 30 September 2009, 21:32    #

On behalf of all of us who have been waiting oh so impatiently for this event. Thank you!!!!!!!!!! The door has opened and the sun is shining brightly through the doorway.

— Kelly    Monday 5 October 2009, 20:00    #

And endlessly Rahl has surrendered!!! My heart is thrilled as when I’m thinking of Rahl’s power and magic as when I imagine bright beauty of Faramir. I think they must look incredibly together! Now I just hope this story will have the happy end for I’m afraid that the seeker could brihg them to harm! But I so want Rahl would allow himself to be truly loved!
Thank you! It was gorgeous as always!

— Anastasiya    Monday 5 October 2009, 20:37    #

You have charmed me once agian with this wonderful addition to your story. I cannot wait to see the meeting of Faramir and the Seeker.

— PrphtssP    Thursday 8 October 2009, 9:09    #

I know you wont be surprised at all to hear this from me but… totally awesome!!! I so enjoyed this I had to read it twice. Well done!

— Kelly    Tuesday 13 October 2009, 17:21    #

Oh joy! This just keeps getting better and better all the time. You are probably getting so sick of hearing from me by now but I cant help it. I so love this story. I cant wait to get more.

— Kelly    Monday 26 October 2009, 17:20    #

Extremely exiting!
It made my heart practically stop!
Confrontation of two the most important for Rahl men! I regret only that they both have promissed Rahl to become friends and cannot wrangle openly any more… Though, I think, they will be always have no special sympathy of one another.
I like the way Faramir is jealous and Rahl demonstrate him his affection!
I could read about them endlessly!
And though I understand it’s not so simply to write, I hope to see new chapters faster…
Thank you very much!

— Anastasiya    Thursday 29 October 2009, 15:44    #

I so love a jealous Faramir! He must be just so lovely that way (not that he isnt all the time anyway). I’ll put $20 on our Faramir against Demmin anytime and if he has any trouble I will be happy to help him with whatever he needs. If this keeps up Rahl is going to be to worn out to give Richard much trouble. Faramir may have to settle this. Very diplomatically I hope, as I dont want anything bad happening to Richard either. I quite like him also. As always, well done! I anxiously wait each new piece. I am going to be so bummed when this story is over.

— Kelly    Thursday 29 October 2009, 17:43    #

OMG! I think that was the fastest I have ever read through an addition. Oh please tell me I wont have to wait long to find out what happens next.

— Kelly    Monday 2 November 2009, 15:24    #

Oh, it was…strange!
I hope you know, dear writers, that I am devoted admirer of your works, but request about permission to leave Rahl’s world never to return was too much even for me. Of course I want Rahl to see Faramir’s world, to meet Denethor (!!!) and perhaps to play his own role in the War of the Ring (it would be interesting to see powerful Rahl standing against Witch King for example) but I also wish Rahl would become a creator bringing Peace and Good to his people. I wish I could see him as a healer and as a ruler loved by everybody. I would be very delighted too see Faramir and Rahl to be jealous and I’ve already forgotten when I read about their intimacy last time… Though it will be other story for Rahl knows now what love is.
I have said already I could read about them endlessly. And I truly think this story is the one of the most successful works I have ever read.

— Anastasiya    Wednesday 4 November 2009, 13:00    #

Wow! I am exhausted just reading! Leave it to Faramir to get things done. I love it. I was totally not sure how this would work out in the end. I cant wait to see how going to Middle Earth works out for them. I wouldnt mind Denethor getting more than a cramp for his bad behaviour. As always, I so love this and anxiously anticipate more. Just when I think I cant get any deeper into this story, there’s another level I get caught up in. Well done!

— Kelly    Wednesday 4 November 2009, 14:28    #

Oh I like this. Life in middle earth, specifically Ithillien, is going to be so much more fun. I oh so impatiently await the next chapter. I just hope they get out of there before Zedd or Kahlan gets out of Richard what he did.

— Kelly    Tuesday 10 November 2009, 16:50    #

I have not finished to read everything, but your style is really good and the story interesting.
Thank you for sharing.

— lille mermeid    Thursday 19 November 2009, 19:43    #

Wonderful ending, as their converging paths of seemingly dark desires have finally led Faramir and Darken to discover together what love is. I adore the fact that now Faramir has to stop Darken from constantly healing him, and that there is total trust between them. This was worth traveling between worlds for!

Thanks for this terrific crossover: it really worked for me.

— ebbingnight    Friday 20 November 2009, 2:07    #

Oh, dear authors! You have described ten years of happy marrige in Gondor faster than the year in Rahl’s world. And I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy – because of very good end, but sad – because of this wonderful story is over. I do not know how to live further without them.
But thank you very much. It was truly great work!

— Anastasiya    Friday 20 November 2009, 13:56    #

So sorry to be late in posting. I have been down with some cold/flu thing the last few days and couldn’t get on to read this fabulous finale. What a wonderful ending to a fulfilling journey. I have been hooked from the very first line and although I’m sad to see it go, a more fitting end I couldnt have envisioned. Thank you both for giving me such a wild ride that I am sure I will enjoy many more times to come.

— Kelly    Wednesday 25 November 2009, 21:23    #

I so love this story! It’s certainly one of my favorites. You did such a good job there and I can only second the others. Lots of hot, kinky sex and a compelling storyline, too. You’ve made me happy.

However, since I read this the first time I always hoped for a follow-up. The idea of Rahl in Middle Earth… Oh, I would have loved that!

— Rain    Saturday 17 January 2015, 19:12    #

Don’t know either fandom well, but I enjoy your writing. I just wish Rahl would use the mind reading spell already! He thinks Faramir is a liar so find out for sure whether he should send him back lol

— Teri    Monday 2 August 2021, 14:19    #

Oh my God, this is so good! Almost to the end, and both of our boys are gonna die? Faramir and Rahl both?! Aww… Didn’t think I would be rooting for the villains …

— Teri    Friday 6 August 2021, 18:52    #

Surprised and delighted at the ending! I would have loved to have seen Rahl be taken by Faramir as he spoke about last chapter, but really liked it. Would have enjoyed seeing more of their time here, but it was good. Know you wrote this a long time ago, so you probably don’t even get these comments but nicely done

— Teri    Saturday 7 August 2021, 4:13    #

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