I have upped the rating to R because it gets a bit lemony. I tried to do this as tastefully as possible because I really don't want to make it NC- 17, because I feel that it will take away from the story. Sorry, but that is the way things are going to be. Enjoy!

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Rain began to fall outside the cave, slowly at first, but then in blinding sheets of ice.

Faramir sat, his knees drawn to his chest, as he stared out the hole in the roof of the cave. Estel had started a fire in the corner, and it was burning cheerfully, beckoning him to come near the warmth. Bur Faramir did not do so, for he was too lost in thought. Faintly he could hear a voice saying, 'But is it just a dream young Steward.'

This first of all did not make any sense to Faramir. He was not the Steward, no would he ever be. Boromir was the eldest, and therefore would become Steward after their father.

'But you are forgetting something….'

"He is not going to die damnit!" Faramir screamed to the sky, while rain dripped of his face.

Estel turned to look at him and said, 'I wouldn't be surprised if the dark elves know where we are now. They can't hear, but still…you screaming like that…." His voice died when he noticed that Faramir was shaking, while running a trembling hand through his damp hair muttering, "It's not real….he…he's fine."

"Come here and sit by the fire," offered Estel, and Faramir did so, though he stared blankly at the wall.

"Are you alright?" asked Estel, looking at him strangely. He had been acting odd since he had woken up this morning. Something was obviously bothering him.

"I'm…I'm fine yes," Faramir said, but now his head was filled with visions of the raven-haired elf, who seemed to be leading Estel away.

"Are you in a relationship?" asked Faramir, remembering how in his dream, the elf had her arm locked with Estel's.

"You mean do I have a lover?" Faramir nodded. "No not presently. Why?" he asked, wondering why Faramir had brought up the subject.

"No reason," mumbled Faramir, a flush appearing on his face.

"You must have a reason," pressed Estel, moving closer to Faramir, who seemed uncomfortable. "And why are you so jumpy today?" he continued, smirking inwardly at how tense Faramir got when he was close to him.

"Do you presume to know me?" shouted Faramir, finding a way to release his nervousness.

"No," said Estel, closing the gap between them. "But you know all about me, and you have asked me a personal question, so why shouldn't I know about you?"

Faramir didn't say anything except for, "You already know about my family, what more do you want to know?"

"Everything," said Estel. "Like what drives you to fight with such determination? And why you are so tense when I am near you." He moved behind Faramir and placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Are you afraid of me?" he whispered huskily into his ear.

"No," muttered Faramir back.

"I think you are," said Estel, flicking his tongue against Faramir's earlobe, causing him to shudder not from nervousness, but from pleasure.

"I don't fear you," he whispered.

"Well you should," said Estel, before turning Faramir around and bring his lips down upon his.

Faramir struggled a bit from Estel's abruptness, but soon he found himself enjoying the experience. Their mouths chased each other, as if they could not get enough of each other.

"I want to know," said Estel breathlessly, abandoning Faramir's mouth and latching on to the tan flesh of his neck. "What will make you moan for me?"

"What?" asked Faramir dreamily, for he had never felt anything like what Estel's mouth was doing to his neck.

"What about this?" he asked before plunging his tongue into Faramir's slightly open mouth. Faramir's eyes flew open and he groaned in pleasure. Before the kisses were soft and light, and now they were deep and erotic.

"Well, so now I know," Estel smirked, continuing to lick his way up and down Faramir's neck, while trying to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Before this goes any further," muttered Faramir, trying to keep his head straight. "You spoke of love…."

"So not question my ethics Faramir," he said, suddenly very stern. "You should know that I wouldn't do anything I if I did not have any feelings towards you."

Faramir gazed deeply into the gray eyes, and instantly he knew that he spoke the truth. With a coy smile he backed away from Estel and removed his shirt and tunic, letting them fall to the ground.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Faramir, flaunting his bare chest to the other man, in an attempt to be seductive. It seemed to work for before he could blink Estel had him pinned to the ground.

"I guess you aren't as noble as you thought," Faramir managed to say between deep kisses.

"I can say the same thing about you," said Estel with a grin, tickling Faramir's stomach mercilessly.

Giggling like an idiot Faramir squirmed underneath the heavier man, and was surprised when he felt something hard pressed against his thigh. Estel was relentless and when he moved again the hard object brushed against his crotch.

Faramir felt heat rise in his face, and something inside of him stirred.

Estel stopped tickling him and stared intently at his face.

"Do you desire this?" he whispered.

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"I love you," murmured Estel, wrapping his arms around Faramir's waist, drawing him closer.

"I love you too Estel," Faramir replied, sighing in bliss, as he allowed his head to rest on the other's bare chest.

"Can I ask you something?" Estel asked, pushing sweat soaked hair out of Faramir's face.

"Sure," muttered Faramir sleepily.

"Call me Aragorn."