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There are no Angels in Middle Earth (NC-17)

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 8

“A week”; master Lexius had told him; “I have hired your services for a week, I only have time to spend with you in the mornings, in the afternoons and evenings I must attend to my businesses, but I will not have anyone touching you while I am away.”

Faramir was confused, if he really didn’t want to share him he could buy him away in an instant, he apparently had the funds and it must be cheaper eventually, than keep paying for him in this way.

It was by the second morning spend in Master Lexius company that he understood, Master Lexius wanted him to want it, he wanted his approval and consent, maybe even his love.

Faramir pulls his knees in a little further, trying to still the thoughts inside, by hugging himself. He finally is alone, in the little garden that just a while ago was the witness of the most confusing sex he has ever had. Thank the Gods that master Lexius hadn’t really wanted an answer to his proposal, yet. Faramir had felt that something was happening between them and he really didn’t want to be a part of it, or did he?

Looking down at the grass at his feet, he has to admit to himself that he found pleasure in their rough love making and then there was that offer, it was the ultimate temptation, let me take you away from all of this, yes, away from this, anything to be away from this, but what then, wouldn’t there just be a different master? More sex against his will? But was it against his will?

Words spoken to him by Haldir drift into his awareness, the body does what the body does and it was as if the fog lifted, he had not wanted to have sex, he had had no choice in the matter, he was a slave, expected to do whatever others desired of him, that the sex itself had been good, confusing but good, didn’t mean he had wanted it. In fact, he had never in his life had that feeling of wanting someone in that way, except for his daydreams of a certain Elf. His Angel.

Faramir stares into the distance, but in reality, searches through his heart, he thinks about Haldir and the kiss they had shared. There had been more than just a physical response then. It was as if his entire being was on fire and most importantly, he wanted it, wanted it to last forever and even wanted it to progress into something more, if he was very honest with himself.

He has to go see Haldir.

From the moment Faramir locks his eyes with the startling blue of his Angel, he knows and he smiles, leaving Haldir no choice, the corners of his mouth have a will of their own and he can not help but smile back at the look of joy and contentment on the boy’s face.

Faramir sits himself down, their hands find each other’s and Faramir says; “Today I was sitting in soft green grass, the sun was shining just for me, birds sang their enchanting songs and it wasn’t until I saw your face, that I saw true beauty.”

“That’s very… poetic.”

“It is also true. And… are you blushing?”

“Of course not, I’m a warrior, I do not blush!”

Faramir leans in, till his lips are almost touching Haldir’s through the bars; “Maybe I should try harder then.”

The sensual whisper and the air that flows over Haldir’s lips, leaving behind Faramir’s scent and a promise for what could possibly be the best kiss of his long years, give him goose bumps.

Just a little taste, no harm in that… Haldir thinks to himself, he leans in, first there is soft warm flesh, just moving over his mouth, then there is a little adding of pressure and then a soft tongue licks softly at his lips, before drawing away and he feels warm breath being blown over his lips, warming and then cooling the wetness left there, leaving a tingly sensation and an overwhelming desire for more.

He is just about to open the eyes he never knew he had closed, when the tongue is back, licking at his bottom lip, asking for admittance into his mouth, he opens his mouth and the sensation of the tongue taking its time just sucking gently on his tongue, pulling it over in Faramir’s mouth and then back again, their lips moving together in a slow, sensuous rhythm made to enjoy, explore and taste, leaves him breathless.

After what can only be described as not nearly long enough, they let each other go, with the tiniest of kisses. Haldir puts his hand behind Faramir’s head and pulls him back again till their foreheads touch, massaging Faramir’s neck with his fingers, he whispers; “That was nice.”

“But did it make you hard?”

Startled Haldir and Faramir let each other go and stare at the imposing figure of Master Lexius, Haldir curses himself for being so lost in the kiss that he never heard the man get in; “Because that is what he does isn’t it, what he gets paid for, getting men hard, the little whore!”

In one smooth movement master Lexius walks over, grabs Faramir and slams him against the bars, when he sees Haldir try and grab him, he throws Faramir down on the ground, out of Haldir’s reach.

Placing himself between Faramir and Haldir, he stares at Haldir as he says; “Say bye-bye to the Elf now Faramir, because we are going to have some play time now and if you are quick enough I may leave your brother out of our little games.”

Haldir knows there is no other way but he wants to scream at Faramir to do something, run away, hide, anything but get up behind master Lexius’s turned back and make his way towards the door, as he is doing right now. His eyes drift from the crushed figure to the mask of power that is Master Lexius’s face, he is amazed at the stone cold calm he finds there, blue eyes never leaving his face, taking him in, Haldir knows he is being sized up and straightens his back, to stand tall and proud.

Something indefinable flashes through Master Lexius’s eyes and then he follows Faramir out the door without uttering a single word.

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