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Stone (NC-17) Print

Written by Minx

26 August 2011 | 2549 words

Title: Stone
Author: Minx
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Faramir
Warnings: Slash, non-con

The Palantír shows many sights

Many thanks to Iris for reading through and for some very lovely suggestions and ideas on the plot and for reading through and titling:)


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III

He held Faramir down as he thrust into him, wondering at the tight heat he encountered. Faramir was letting out small, soft sounds, the gentle voice as always, delightful to his ears, sounded more enticing now as it was tinged with a needy hoarseness. He pushed in roughly, quickly, seeking to erase from the younger man’s mind thoughts of the lover. He wanted Faramir to be his, he had decided; he wanted that supple, pliant body for himself to use as he would. He wanted Faramir naked and spread out – for him alone and no other. He felt himself thrust harder, more forcefully at the thought; he saw Faramir’s hands scrabbling at the table for purchase, felt his legs tremble under his own, and pulled him, gripping him and pushing him up against the hard wooden surface.

He released himself into the hot, tight channel, shouting as he did and pulled out, watching his release trickle out of the pulsing, reddened entrance, streaks of white, marked with flecks of red, trickling all the way down Faramir’s legs to the pants bunched at his ankles. Faramir slumped onto the table, lying still, breathing heavily.

He leaned over the younger man’s frame, slumped over a hard, wooden table. He had torn the tunic off to reach for Faramir’s chest; he had been glad to note the skin was again smooth and unmarked. The signs from the other lover had faded away, replaced now by the marks his own fingers had left. If he pressed his hands down they fitted perfectly into the marks that now littered Faramir’s chest, back and hips.

He rested his hands on Faramir’s buttocks, moving them along the rounded shapes, squeezing gently and wonderingly. They felt firm yet soft under his hands. He pressed them, squeezing hard, and was delighted to notice the impression left by his signet ring on Faramir’s right buttock. He too had marked him… just as…

He felt the flash of memory now – tanned, weathered hands roving over Faramir’s bared skin, lean legs spread behind the young man’s legs, a dark richly embroidered silken robe, long hair loosed from his ties, Faramir bending over, his tunic loosened, pants pushed down, lips moving, pleading to be… taken…

He stared down at Faramir, lying slumped half-conscious over the table, tunic hanging undone, trousers at his ankles, marked all over, a dark bruise forming where his neck met his shoulder… and then he stared down at himself – his royal robe fallen open to reveal his well-muscled tall frame, his member still semi-erect, the gold signet ring glinting on his smallest finger…

Faramir’s lips had been moving, pleading, shocked, asking him to wait – not like this, he had begged….

Mithrandir’s words…

“It shows far more than one should see. It shows things that one may hope for yearn for, things that one seeks; some mere images, some as clear as though they happen in front of us. It makes one yearn for all manner of things.”

He moved back suddenly, shocked, letting go of the younger man. Faramir slumped down to the floor, his eyes fluttering shut.

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4 Comment(s)

Love it! Especially that last line ;)

And oh, dear… it could have all been so nice… the tragedy is brilliant! (and so much trickier to write than a straight up dark or fluffy fic – so kudos again for doing a fantastic job)

Iris    Friday 26 August 2011, 20:37    #

Thank you!!! And for that last line too:) hugs
The poor, poor things :o)

Minx    Saturday 27 August 2011, 6:43    #

Aw Minx, this is amazing! It is insane to still have originality for the pair at this point! You are the true expert! Thanks!

dream.in.a.jar    Tuesday 13 September 2011, 16:24    #

Dream, thank you for such lovely, lovely words! I’m really glad you liked it:)

Minx    Tuesday 13 September 2011, 19:41    #

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