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Love is... (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

19 November 2009 | 145965 words

Chapter 5

Faramir’s eyes were wide with desire when Rahl drew away and spoke, his thumb touching his lip almost tenderly. His skin tingled as he wanted desperately to arch into the touch but soon he found himself covered again and Rahl was standing up to walk away. He had to bite back a groan of frustration as the man crossed to his desk. “Y… yes, my lord,” he stammered a little, his mind obviously on the ache between his legs than forming words. He tried to hold the book before him and not squirm in his seat but it was almost impossible not to. Faramir tried his best not to squirm too much, just the soft robe rubbing against his aching flesh was almost enough to kill him. He took a shaky breath and tried to focus, tried to think of anything but the gorgeous man a few feet away and the need he felt, compounded by the pain of the leather biting into him. He should be ashamed of himself but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care.

To say it was difficult for Rahl to concentrate on his work was an understatement. Several times, he found his hand wandering down, squeezing his arousal, or at the very least, adjusting it. Each time, his gaze would return to the man sitting across the room, and he wondered just who was suffering here – Faramir or himself. Each time the man moved, Rahl’s erection twitched and he’d accomplished very little at the end of the first hour. He amused himself by casting silent, gentle lust spells towards Faramir, just enough to keep him from getting too comfortable, though damned if they didn’t seem to ricochet of the man and return to him, at least to some small degree. By the time the servant knocked on the door and announced their lunch was waiting, he was ready to simply leap over his desk and take Faramir without a second thought. Instead, he managed (barely) to sit still and watch Faramir’s reaction as the servant spoke and quickly headed back down the hallway to safety.

Rahl did not fight fairly as one might say. Faramir could tell each and every time the man sent another spell his way because of the way his body would react. He felt like a bowstring, stretched far enough that it just might snap at any moment. He tried to sit up straight as he could and force himself to read, though he never made any sense of any of it. It would give him headache if he weren’t already aching elsewhere, he thought morosely. Gods, he wanted desperately to touch himself or for Rahl to touch him but he knew the rules. Lunchtime. So he waited, begging time to move faster as he squirmed a bit in his seat. He caught Rahl watching him a few times but always returned to his book, trying not seem quite so eager, though Rahl knew the truth of it already. When a servant came to announce lunch was ready, Faramir almost whooped in celebration as if he’d just won a siege that had been going on for days. When he looked up at Rahl he hoped his eagerness didn’t show too much but he was sure it did.

Forcing himself to wait a few moments, Rahl slowly turned his chair to the side. He threw a spell across the room, then parted his robes, palming himself idly. “You may ride me if you wish,” he said softly, his voice betraying none of the raw need he was feeling. He considered simply spelling Faramir across the room to get him there faster, but didn’t want to seem too eager.

Faramir had little need for the spell that Rahl sent his way. He already wanted the man, was already nearly about to burst and though he carefully set the book aside, he was halfway out of his robe by he time Rahl finished his sentence. His borrowed robe fell to the floor as Faramir stood before his dark haired ‘master’. He wanted to simply crawl into the man’s lap, but he hesitated only a moment, waiting to see if he indeed had permission. Before he could ask to make sure, Rahl’s hand shot out and gripped his waist, guiding him forward. Faramir straddled his lover’s lap, his hands carefully settling on the back of the chair and not on Rahl’s shoulders, even though he desperately wanted to touch him. With just a shift of Faramir’s hips he sank down, still stretched from their activities both the night before and this morning. It hurt a bit, his body unused to sex quite so often but… it was well worth it as he sank down, feeling the stretch and burn override some of the pain in his hard and aching arousal.

Gasping as tight warmth surrounded him, Rahl let his head fall back against the chair and closed his eyes. His fingers gripped the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white and he had to grit his teeth to keep from moaning aloud. As soon as Faramir was settled, however, he saw no reason to keep holding back. Faramir was his slave, after all, and, it turned out, very good at it. He allowed his hands to slide up over lean hips, mindless of the bruises that already had formed from their previous encounters. He moved almost at once as he lifted Faramir up until his cock was nearly free, and then pushed him back down hard. “Don’t touch yourself,” he warned. “And keep your hands on the chair unless I tell you differently.”

A deep moan was drawn from Faramir as soon as Rahl lifted him. He wasn’t a small man but Rahl was strong, he believed even without his magic that those muscular arms could easily lift him and… for Faramir it made him all the more aroused. He didn’t really notice the pain from more bruises nor did he pay much attention to anything but the exquisite pain and pleasure coursing through him. “Yes, my lord,” he whispered in answer to Rahl’s demands, his fingers tightened on the back of the chair and they found a rhythm of him riding while Rahl controlled him. His cock ached and was swelling even more around the thick binding and his balls felt as if they might explode with every thrust but the pain was only making him want more. He was moaning and incoherent words fell from his lips a mix of a few words that made sense like harder, gods, and yes.

Rahl was transfixed by the look on Faramir’s face though he was careful not to gaze too deeply into his eyes. When Faramir began moving on his own, Rahl let his hands trail over warm, supple skin, over his slave’s ribs, pausing long enough to flick at his nipples, then moving back down. His lips parted as he saw Faramir’s arousal, thick and nearly purple, the swollen flesh hanging over the leather ring obscenely. Long fingers trailed over the engorged flesh, surprised when his fingers came away wet with Faramir’s precome. He’d rarely paid attention to his lover’s needs, and seeing the proof of just how well his spell worked made him impossibly harder. “You’re hard as a rock,” he nearly growled. “I wonder if you’re enjoying this too much. Maybe I should have just let you suck me off instead.”

Faramir moaned wantonly as Rahl’s hands began to move over his skin, teasing his nipples and then… he cried out when his swollen and aching flesh was touched. Gods, he needed to come so badly but could not through the tight ring around him. He answered Rahl’s growl when he spoke of tasting him. Gods, he would enjoy anything this man offered him… though he was careful not to voice the thoughts, knowing they could get him in trouble. “I only wish to please you,” he panted as he rolled his hips and then ground downward and purposefully contracted his muscles around the thick cock inside him. It ached doing so but he knew it would bring his master pleasure.

Faramir’s little trick worked wonders. Rahl felt like his cock was caught in a velvet vice that moved over every inch of his over sensitized flesh. The spell made Faramir want him, he knew, but he was exceptionally obedient and went far beyond what most slaves even attempted, obviously doing his best to please his master. Rahl had no idea how the spell had woven so deeply into the man’s mind to make him want to do so, and at the moment, he didn’t really care. He decided that such devotion deserved a reward and for the first time, touched his lover with the goal of pleasure, not torment in mind. His fingers closed tight around Faramir’s cock and he began stroking in time with each thrust. “You’re doing so well, Faramir,” he panted, stroking harder, “I’m going to let you come.” As his last word was uttered, he flipped open the snap on the cock ring and tugged on the flesh in his hand one final time.

When Rahl’s fingers stopped teasing him and really closed around his aching flesh, Faramir cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain from the tight binding still holding back his climax. When Rahl spoke again and said he would let him come, Faramir almost sighed with relief if he’d had the breath to do so. Instead he panted the words, “Oh yes, please, my lord.” When the ring snapped open, Faramir did scream as he thrust up into the hand around him and quickly thrust downward, his entire body drawing tight, his muscles clamping hard around the flesh buried inside him as his orgasm exploded from him. It was so forceful that he thought his very soul might actually be spilling out of him between them. His vision dimmed though he didn’t quite pass out thankfully.

Rahl was shocked at the force of Faramir’s release once again, the force of it causing his hips to arch up off his chair and drive himself even more deeply into his slave’s body. His hands moved back down to still rocking hips and he held them perfectly still as he filled Faramir with his release, still thrusting shallowly until it felt as if his balls had been wrung completely dry. With the last twitch of his cock, he grabbed Faramir’s hair with his clean hand and pulled him down roughly, thrusting his tongue between soft lips and kissing him hard.

For a moment it felt as if his bones had completely melted and Faramir barely had the presence of mind to keep his hands on the back of the chair as Rahl thrust one last time. His own cock continued to twitch and throb, small pin pricks of pain dancing along the flesh as the blood rushed back into the organ after being bound so long. Before he could catch his breath, his mouth was attacked by his lover and he sank into the kiss. Gods, he loved kissing and was so pleased that Rahl seemed to enjoy to sometimes. He wanted to bury his hands in that dark hair and return the kiss just as passionately but Faramir held tight to the chair, his fingers aching as he held on and let Rahl plunder his mouth. He was definitely going to be sore after this encounter… but Gods, it had been worth it he thought.

When Rahl finally pulled away, his eyes were dark and he was panting for air. He pulled Faramir back and released his hair, then looked down between them, looking almost surprised to find Faramir’s softening cock lying against his palm. His fingers tightened and his thumb moved absently over silky, full flesh. Almost without him knowing it, the hand that had been in Faramir’s hair slid down to rest at the small of his back, holding him still. “You are a quick study,” he murmured, running his thumb over the slit in Faramir’s cock and tapping long fingers over his back, silently casting a very weak spell to keep him relaxed and not fighting the situation. “You are very… pleasing, Faramir. Very pleasing indeed.”

Faramir was almost limp with exhaustion when Rahl drew away, yet he took pleasure in the lingering touches of his lover and the way he looked at him. He felt another spell wash over him and Faramir shivered as he felt himself relax even more than he already was. “Thank you, my lord,” Faramir said softly, feeling almost drunk from the number of spells had been cast on him on top of his own desire for the man. “Thank you for allowing me to take my pleasure as well, my lord…” Faramir said smiling a completely relaxed and unguarded smile.

“It is nice to know that not everyone sees me as unreasonable,” Rahl said, smiling slightly. He seemed to remember himself suddenly, however, and abruptly placed both hands back on the chair. He cleaned them both with a spell, having completely forgotten how it was to be with someone without them, and too indifferent to even clean even himself like a normal, nonmagical person would. “As long as you don’t fight me, I will allow you your pleasure. I want an obedient slave, but that does not necessarily have to mean a miserable one as well.” He sighed and reached up, twisting a lock of Faramir’s hair around one finger. “They always just seem to end up that way.”

Faramir only flinched a little when a cleaning spell flashed over his abdomen, cleaning him but making his skin feel strange. “I am not fighting and I am not miserable, truthfully,” Faramir said softly. He then smiled ruefully, “Though, I may not be walking quite straight for the rest of the day at least,” he chuckled a little, already feeling his muscles protesting and his lower body ached but things could be so much worse. “Would… you like me to move and get dressed, my lord?”

Rahl started to say that of course Faramir wasn’t miserable, as he’d had near-constant spells cast on him since the moment he’d arrived. Well, not that many really, but they seemed to last much longer on Faramir than on anyone else. “Yes, go back to your book,” he said dismissively, waving one hand in the air, his mind already back on his ledgers now that his most pressing need had been taken care of. His next words were unexpected to even himself. “If you are in too much pain, I will ease it for you. As I said, I have no need to see you miserable, for whatever reason.”

When Rahl told him to go back to his book, Faramir nodded and started to get up. He schooled his face, trying not to wince visibly as his lover’s softening arousal slid from him. He limped a little as he started away from Rahl and was careful to bend at the knees to pick up his robe rather than attempt to bend at his waist. When Rahl said he could ease his pain, Faramir’s head snapped up. “You… you if… if you do not mind, my lord I would appreciate it. It may make things easier on me later and perhaps… even more pleasurable for you as well, though I can and would gladly use my mouth to satisfy you, my lord,” Faramir offered, he knew part of it was the magic making him so complacent but he’d desperately wanted to touch the man of his own accord and that would be a wonderful way to go about it. He was actually… shamefully enjoying his time with the man. He should be angry, he should fight against him but… maybe it was the magic and his own attraction but he saw no reason to. Rahl hadn’t hurt him too much, nor had he beaten him, or threatened anyone he cared for. As things went, his life could be so much worse than this if captured by an enemy in his own world. He stood waiting for Rahl’s response, holding his robe before him for a moment.

Pausing for only a moment, Rahl held out his hand and motioned for Faramir to come to him. He stood, rested one hand on the other man’s shoulder and let his other trail over his own chin. He didn’t make a habit of healing anyone – for good reason – and didn’t want Faramir to get used to this, but then again, he had been such a cooperative slave, he didn’t deserve to be punished. And, as Faramir had said, it would be in his, Rahl’s, best interest, to make it easier to pleasure him later. Besides, a bit of soreness was easy enough a task, and wouldn’t tax his powers for more than a few minutes. Rahl rarely healed any of his servants or other pleasure slaves and it felt odd to be doing so now; odder still that he’d been the one to offer. Glancing toward the door, he checked once more to make sure it was locked then whispered a healing spell that caused warmth to go from his fingertips into Faramir’s shoulder and down over all the bruises and sore spots in his body. “There. Better?”

Faramir truly was surprised that Rahl was offering this freely with no other stipulations as he had with the book earlier, saying nothing was free. He limped back to face Rahl still holding his robe before him as he felt a warm hand fall to his shoulder. He looked up into dark blue eyes and wondered if he did this for other slaves and why in the world they would fear the man, if he hurt them and then healed them… then they shouldn’t fear him really. The pain would only last a short while and it was well worth it because Rahl was an exceptional lover… rough but gods he was passionate. Faramir shuddered as magic washed over him, a warmth that flashed through his body that left him still feeling warm, unlike the cleaning charm earlier. Every ache and pain he’d felt just moments ago was completely gone, not faded, not a dull ache… utterly and completely gone. “Gods,” Faramir whispered. “Yes, yes, thank you, my lord.”

At a loss as his magic was drained from him, if only for a very short while, Rahl simply nodded and ducked back behind his desk. Where he had itched to have Faramir close only minutes ago, now that he was vulnerable, he just wanted the man as far away as possible. Silently cursing himself for his weakness in offering Faramir a respite, he nevertheless knew he might do it again if he truly hurt or overused the man. It shouldn’t matter, he thought; Faramir was merely a toy to be played with until a better, newer one came along. Like a favored pet, perhaps, for now; but he knew one day he would grow bored, or a spell would wear off too soon and he would see the hatred and terror in Faramir’s eyes, making him push Faramir as far away as he could, and not just physically. “Yes,” he said gruffly, automatically pushing him away the best way he knew how – by simply being himself. “Your book. No, my book. Go back to it now. I simply did not wish your whimpering to disturb me all afternoon.”

When Rahl acted so gruffly, Faramir frowned a little but nodded. “Yes, my lord,” he answered, bowing just a little as he pulled his robe back on and returned to the small settee he’d been at before. He picked up the book, puzzled by the man’s quick change in mood and the way he’d nearly jerked away from him after healing him. He knew better than to ask so he simply opened the book and began to read, only occasionally glancing over it to watch the other man as he seemed absorbed in whatever work he was doing. Rahl seemed tense and Faramir wished that the man would trust him enough to let Faramir touch him, he might actually be able to offer him comfort by rubbing his shoulders for him. He bit back a sigh and returned to his reading again, trying to keep his mind on task and not think about how much he had enjoyed sex so much with Rahl. It couldn’t all be from magic? He hadn’t cast a spell on him since they were joined and Faramir still found he desired the man even if he was a confusing puzzle to him. Perhaps that made him all the more intriguing to Faramir? He always loved mysteries and puzzles.

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