The Same Weakness

NC17

Summary: Title remembered from one of Aragorns lines in the first film, and seemed to fit in well with the lovely brothers.

Slash: obviously, I write nothing else.

These two deserve to be in a slash story simply because they are oozing sexiness.
Note to my people: Im sorry! I know i have been away for such a long time and my updates have been non-existent but i promise both my other two stories are going to be updated *VERY* soon!

Thanks for all your lovely reviews!

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Chapter One

"I Have everything I need"
Boromir's voice echoed down the hallway from his bedchamber.

In the opposite room, stood his younger brother Faramir in the doorway, head leant against the smooth wooden door.

"I said I have everything I need now leave me!!" His brothers loud shouting caused him to jump a little and straiten to watch the old male servant emerge from the room looking rather pale.
Faramir smiled awkwardly at the servant and took hold of the door before it shut closed.

He peered behind it, to see Boromir throwing about all sorts of different weapons, armoury, and trinkets over his Grande four posted bed.

"Brother?"
Boromir turned to see his younger brother enter the room and closed the door quietly behind him.
He sighed running a hand through his damp recently washed hair.
"I cannot talk with you Faramir, not tonight" he said irritably.

Faramir lowered his eyes to the white marble stoned floor, before setting his gaze upon Boromir, who now had chosen his weapon, consisting of a sword and shield.
"You will not be gone for too long I hope?" Faramir said taking a step towards him.

"I do not know yet Faramir" he said sternly, and continued to clear the different objects from his bed. "I will know early tomorrow morning, and I am very tired..."
Faramir lowered his head acknowledging his leave. But he did not turn to depart.
"Brother...I beg of you...do not leave.."
Boromir looked at him suddenly at his words. He took the few steps needed to reach him.

"Why do you ask this of me?" he spoke gently now, lifting his brothers face up, to see tears forming in blue eyes so very like his own.
"I do not want you to leave..." he whispered brokenly, as his tears fell.
"Faramir.."

"Please..."
Boromir pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I would never leave you, you are my brother I have always protected you. You are old enough now to take my place. I have been away before..." he said, and pulled away to look at him perplexed, "why is it now, you ask me to stay?"

Faramir shook his head turning away. "I cannot tell you, for I have now reason why, only feeling"
"What feeling do you have brother?"
Faramir looked at him, words so easily spoken, but so difficult to say. "I need to rest a while" he said and walked round him to sit on the bed.
Boromir turned and sat with him, now concerned for his younger brother.
"Will you lay with me a while?" Faramir asked almost in a whisper.

Boromir frowned. "Lay with you? why we have not led together since we were young!" he smiled then and laughed at the memories of his child hood.

Faramir smiled slightly. "I know.. I just.. im sorry"
Boromir tutted and sighed. "Come here you overgrown child!" he chanted playfully and pulled him down with him onto the silk sheets ruffling his shoulder length fair hair.
"Get off!! you old fool!" Faramir laughed.

Boromir laughed with him at his remark.
Finally then led together, Faramirs head lain against his brothers chest, listening to the breathing of his heart return to its slow continuous pace.

Boromir sighed contently closing his eyes, resting his hand behind his head. "Perhaps I am getting old" he whispered.

Faramir smiled. "Perhaps"
Another tut and a hiss at that reply.

"Brother?"
"mmm.." Boromir replied tiredly.

"Do..do you remember, in our younger years.." he began, toying with the tassels of his brother loose light garment.

"yes?" Boromir said opening his eyes, oddly knowing what he was about to say.
"..when we were much younger, and we sometimes, shared beds at night.." he stopped hearing his brother heart beat slightly faster. But still he pressed on further. "and you once..well we never spoke of it. I have never until now.." he raised his head to look at Boromir then, but he did not look back.

"Why do you wish to speak of it now?..." Boromir asked quietly. " We were young, things have changed now, we understand what is right and wrong"

Swallowing deeply, Faramir moved up to face his brother, and asked him, " You thought it as wrong?" he whispered gently.

Boromir looked at him, slightly unnerved, and completely startled. "I.. I did not know what to think of it, I never thought of it, we were children Faramir"
"Did you think it was wrong?" Faramir asked again.
His brother turned and sat up immediately. "I do not wish to speak of it. Not tonight, I am tired leave me."

Faramir ignored his words. "I remember those nights well" he said laying back onto the bed.
Boromir felt his impatience rise.

"Faramir...I told you enough.."

"You were slightly older than me, you told me not to speak a word of it, you knew perfectly well what you were doing"

Boromir stood and turned to him. "Leave me now brother or a shall be forced to drag you out"
"Does guilt haunt you Boromir?" Faramir asked loudly, almost angrily.
The attempt to hold back his anger failed, and Boromir swiftly knelt onto the bed and took his brothers wrists holding them firmly above his head.

"I feel no guilt for what happened!" he whispered viciously. "We were young!"
Faramir felt his tears emerge once more. "Im sorry.. I didn't want to anger you I just.."
"What Faramir? what??!"
"Let me go!...I cannot speak with you when you are like this"
Boromir moved atop him, leaning over his brother, their faces now very close.

Faramir turned his face away.
"What did you want me to say to you brother?" Boromir said more gently now. "What did you want me to do?"
Faramir stayed silent. He closed his eyes tightly feeling his brother soft hands brush back his hair from his cheek, and from his neck. "You and I...we are more than brothers" Boromir whispered laying his lips against his siblings neck. "We are more than friends,"
Faramir slowly opened his eyes feeling that odd mixed sensation he had not felt in so many years. The slight movements of his brothers lips against his skin, and his hot breath as he spoke, caused him to shiver, tingle, want to pull away but found he could not. Want to run but need to stay, want more but need less.

"we are much more than lovers.." Boromir pulled back a little and let go of his wrists to gently move his brothers face to greet his own. To look into twin pools of blue, so alive and so full of fear and excitement as he had remembered them to be.

"There is no word to describe our love brother." he smoothed his thumb over Faramirs soft lips, and moved closer, but halted, and looked at him silently for a moment.

"...it has been so long...I cannot.."
Boromir turned away closing his eyes, worlds failing him. "You must go now" he said, his voice trembling, and he swiftly pulled himself away and stood up with his back to his younger brother.

"You would have me leave at this?...you would let your final words to me be those? when I may not see you for heaven knows how long???" Faramir said slowly, sitting up on the bed.

Boromir stayed silent. He waited.

"Boromir??.." Faramir called his name in a last hope of redemption. "Brother please!!"

Still Boromir said nothing. He heard a slight rustle and then the loud slam of the door. He turned to see his bed now empty.

The silence of the room ached his heart.

(Hope you liked the first instalment! please review for more! thank you lots! xcazx)