Please R&R! Sorry that I have to reduce to begging but I believe that this
is my best work so far and I want to know what you think! Everyone who has
read the books *should* know who Beregond is. Speech in a flashback is it
. Enjoy!
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"Honestly you never follow through with things do you?" chuckled the figure that was leaning against the doorframe.
Faramir smiled slightly as he recognized the figure to be his friend Beregond.
Faramir attempted to casually wipe his tears away but Beregond sauntered into the room and used his own thumb to wipe the beads of liquid that ran down the sides of Faramir's face.
"You know that I was only teasing you love. But tell me.why were you trying to kill yourself *again*"
Faramir turned his face away from Beregond feeling heat rise in his face.
"Oh don't tell me *that* is the reason cause you did really well."
"You wouldn't understand. He always manages to get me embarrassed and I can't take much more."
"Well in that case can I help you take your mind off it?"
A weak smile crossed Faramir's face. "You can try."
"And so I will."
Slowly he caressed Faramir's face wiping away every last trace of moisture. His fingers, though rough, felt extremely soothing. Gently he pressed a kiss to Faramir's forehead making him smile.
"Thank you.." he began but the words were cut off by Beregond's mouth covering his own.
Faramir moaned, as the kiss became more passionate. The two clung to each other desperate for more.
"You always know how to make me feel better," commented Faramir as Beregond stripped him of his tunic, leaving him bare to the waist.
He didn't say anything just attacked Faramir's peaked nipple with his tongue, making him groan.
"Am I distracting you?" he whispered against Faramir's skin, just as he pushed a hand beneath the waistband of Faramir's leggings.
"Yes," Faramir moaned as callused hands stroked his heated length. Waves of pleasure built up inside of him as Beregond stroked him faster and faster.
"I can't hold on much longer," he cried, but Beregond smirked and increased the pace of his hand. With a strangled moan Faramir exploded into his lover's hand.
After he had regained his breath Faramir instinctively moved his own hand down between Beregond's thighs but was surprised when he grabbed his wrist.
"Let me make love to you," whispered Beregond making Faramir stare at him. It wasn't often that he made this request, usually they were both satisfied with touching each other. But tonight Faramir knew that they needed it.
He nodded in assent and Beregond smiled at him.
"I'll make this good for you I promise."
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He was true to his word. Fifteen minuets later they lay in each other's arms, sweatslicked bodies pressed together.
"That was amazing," murmured Faramir gently pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Beregond didn't respond. Faramir laughed upon realizing that he had fallen asleeap.
"Sweet dreams love," he whispered before too succumbed to the lull of sleep.
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(Faramir's POV)
Sunlight shone directly on my face making me squint. But that soon turned to a smile as I looked at Beregond's peaceful face as he slept. Gently smoothing out the mass of tangled hair away from his forehead I caressed his face mulling things over in my head.
How long had we been lovers? Maybe a few months? It seemed much longer then that, for we had always been friends. I couldn't remember when things had changed, but I could remember the words that we had spoken to each other when this all had started.
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Do you want this?, he had asked.
I..I have never done this before, I murmured, trembling.
We.we could be lovers.just you know.so you know what it is like.to be with another man, he proposed.
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And I had foolishly accepted. We had agreed that there would be no emotional attachments other then friendship. And I had broken that agreement, yet I wondered if he had too. But I was always too afraid to ask, but I needed to know.
"Beregond," I asked gently. "Do I mean anything to you?"
"Of course Faramir," he mumbled sleepily. "You're my friend."
My heart sunk, but I persisted. "No, I mean could you love me?"
"Of course I love you. I love the way you moan just before you come. I love."
It was as if I had been slapped. He hadn't said it but I knew what it meant. "I love your body." The words echoed in my head. It was then that I realized whenever he called me love it was no more than a pet name. And that's what I was, his pet.his whore.
"Get out," I whispered, as he stretched and looked at me through sleep hazed eyes.
"Faramir I." he asked, confused.
"Get out," I repeated, tears welling up in my eyes but refusing to fall.
"I don't understand."
"Did I mean anything to you? Or *this*" I asked, running a trembling hand over my bare chest for emphasis. "Did *this* mean anything?"
"Was it suppost to?" he asked, his mouth forming a thin line. "I thought we had agreed."
"I know what we agreed too," I interrupted. "But is it wrong to ask for more?"
His normally passive eyes flashed with anger, he was obviously awake now. "You know I don't get you Faramir. I have already given you much more than you deserve. I am the one you come crying too after every little mistake you make. Is that not enough for you?"
To that I had no answer, only tears.
"I just don't understand you!" he whispered before picking his discarded clothing off the floor and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Wait!" I called weakly, and it took a few minutes for me to absorb everything that had just happened, but when it did, fresh tears formed behind my eyes.
TBC.
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"Honestly you never follow through with things do you?" chuckled the figure that was leaning against the doorframe.
Faramir smiled slightly as he recognized the figure to be his friend Beregond.
Faramir attempted to casually wipe his tears away but Beregond sauntered into the room and used his own thumb to wipe the beads of liquid that ran down the sides of Faramir's face.
"You know that I was only teasing you love. But tell me.why were you trying to kill yourself *again*"
Faramir turned his face away from Beregond feeling heat rise in his face.
"Oh don't tell me *that* is the reason cause you did really well."
"You wouldn't understand. He always manages to get me embarrassed and I can't take much more."
"Well in that case can I help you take your mind off it?"
A weak smile crossed Faramir's face. "You can try."
"And so I will."
Slowly he caressed Faramir's face wiping away every last trace of moisture. His fingers, though rough, felt extremely soothing. Gently he pressed a kiss to Faramir's forehead making him smile.
"Thank you.." he began but the words were cut off by Beregond's mouth covering his own.
Faramir moaned, as the kiss became more passionate. The two clung to each other desperate for more.
"You always know how to make me feel better," commented Faramir as Beregond stripped him of his tunic, leaving him bare to the waist.
He didn't say anything just attacked Faramir's peaked nipple with his tongue, making him groan.
"Am I distracting you?" he whispered against Faramir's skin, just as he pushed a hand beneath the waistband of Faramir's leggings.
"Yes," Faramir moaned as callused hands stroked his heated length. Waves of pleasure built up inside of him as Beregond stroked him faster and faster.
"I can't hold on much longer," he cried, but Beregond smirked and increased the pace of his hand. With a strangled moan Faramir exploded into his lover's hand.
After he had regained his breath Faramir instinctively moved his own hand down between Beregond's thighs but was surprised when he grabbed his wrist.
"Let me make love to you," whispered Beregond making Faramir stare at him. It wasn't often that he made this request, usually they were both satisfied with touching each other. But tonight Faramir knew that they needed it.
He nodded in assent and Beregond smiled at him.
"I'll make this good for you I promise."
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He was true to his word. Fifteen minuets later they lay in each other's arms, sweatslicked bodies pressed together.
"That was amazing," murmured Faramir gently pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Beregond didn't respond. Faramir laughed upon realizing that he had fallen asleeap.
"Sweet dreams love," he whispered before too succumbed to the lull of sleep.
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(Faramir's POV)
Sunlight shone directly on my face making me squint. But that soon turned to a smile as I looked at Beregond's peaceful face as he slept. Gently smoothing out the mass of tangled hair away from his forehead I caressed his face mulling things over in my head.
How long had we been lovers? Maybe a few months? It seemed much longer then that, for we had always been friends. I couldn't remember when things had changed, but I could remember the words that we had spoken to each other when this all had started.
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Do you want this?, he had asked.
I..I have never done this before, I murmured, trembling.
We.we could be lovers.just you know.so you know what it is like.to be with another man, he proposed.
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And I had foolishly accepted. We had agreed that there would be no emotional attachments other then friendship. And I had broken that agreement, yet I wondered if he had too. But I was always too afraid to ask, but I needed to know.
"Beregond," I asked gently. "Do I mean anything to you?"
"Of course Faramir," he mumbled sleepily. "You're my friend."
My heart sunk, but I persisted. "No, I mean could you love me?"
"Of course I love you. I love the way you moan just before you come. I love."
It was as if I had been slapped. He hadn't said it but I knew what it meant. "I love your body." The words echoed in my head. It was then that I realized whenever he called me love it was no more than a pet name. And that's what I was, his pet.his whore.
"Get out," I whispered, as he stretched and looked at me through sleep hazed eyes.
"Faramir I." he asked, confused.
"Get out," I repeated, tears welling up in my eyes but refusing to fall.
"I don't understand."
"Did I mean anything to you? Or *this*" I asked, running a trembling hand over my bare chest for emphasis. "Did *this* mean anything?"
"Was it suppost to?" he asked, his mouth forming a thin line. "I thought we had agreed."
"I know what we agreed too," I interrupted. "But is it wrong to ask for more?"
His normally passive eyes flashed with anger, he was obviously awake now. "You know I don't get you Faramir. I have already given you much more than you deserve. I am the one you come crying too after every little mistake you make. Is that not enough for you?"
To that I had no answer, only tears.
"I just don't understand you!" he whispered before picking his discarded clothing off the floor and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Wait!" I called weakly, and it took a few minutes for me to absorb everything that had just happened, but when it did, fresh tears formed behind my eyes.
TBC.