This chapter got delayed because I had to edit the ending to bring it in under an R rating. The more explict version is posted elsewhere for those of you who are interested.

Boromir

Boromir watched as The Fox left the room. He was furious that the man thought he could lecture HIM on what was behavior due his station. What did The Fox know about being a nobleman? He lived in his cave in the woods and robbed people. He knew nothing of the pressures of being in command.

Yet even as he thought these things, he remembered the precision in which The Fox's men had sprung their trap. He also remembered Camcir's reports on the efficiency in which The Fox managed to both successfully ambush his targets and cleanly evade capture. This spoke of a man who had to know a thing or two about leading men. Boromir squirmed a little on his cot and tried to ease the pressure of the ropes that bound him.

Fine, so the man had some skill in leading. He still led a group of bandits. He was nothing more than a criminal and had no place telling Boromir the meaning of honor. What rubbish he spouted about protecting the poor. He protected the poor every day he picked up his sword. And how dare he say he was only Captain-General because his father had made him? Boromir had worked hard over the years to earn the position and his men followed him because he knew what he was doing. They trusted him to lead them well and he took that trust very seriously. The Fox knew nothing about him and his attempts to break his confidence only showed just how weak a hand The Fox really had. Boromir smiled grimly to himself and thought, "I will show The Fox just who is nothing around here…"

Faramir

Faramir stormed out the storage area in a rage. Boromir was, without a doubt, the most arrogant man Faramir had ever encountered. A fox is merely a scavenger who hides in holes and you are no different… Does he think I like living like this? I would give much to be able to live like a normal person with a home and stability. But it is thanks to men like him that I am forced to live as outlaw.

Faramir emerged into the main cavern that the men used as a gathering place and addressed his men. "As you all now know, we have a prisoner in our midst. While this was never something I intended, we will deal with the situation as it is. A guard is to be placed in the tunnel leading to where he is. He is to be kept tied unless he is eating and no one is to go in there without hood and mask. Is this all clearly understood?"

His men all nodded. They were surprised by the short tone that Faramir used. They had never seen Faramir let his temper get the better of him, but it was clear that Lord Boromir had found a way under his skin. They vowed to themselves that they would not let Lord Boromir upset Faramir further.

Faramir, seeing the agreement, turned on his heel and made for his quarters. He knew he was in no mood to deal gently with anyone and he did not want to take his anger out on his men, who had done nothing to deserve it. He paced and tried to bring himself back under control. But every time he came close, he remembered something that Boromir said or the look of contempt on his face and it would set him off all over again.

Eomer pulled the curtain to one side and entered without announcing himself. Five years as Faramir's friend had given him certain privileges. He watched his friend as he paced and muttered to himself and then decided that it was time to do something to shake him out of his current mood.

"You know, they say talking to yourself is the first sign that you are going mad." Eomer commented, leaning negligently against the wall. Faramir spun at the sound of his voice and glared at his friend.

"If you've come here to lecture me about my temper, don't. I'm in no mood for it right now. " He began pacing angrily again, glaring at the sparse furnishings as if they were to blame for his current state.

Eomer realized that this was no simple case of annoyance he was witnessing, but a full blown fit of temper and humor was not going pull Faramir out of it. Really there was only one thing to do.

Pushing away from the wall, he walked forward until he could snag Faramir on one of his paces across the room. Faramir swung to snarl at him but Eomer cut him off. "No. No more talking and no more pacing. You are way too tense and you need to relax. And I'm going to see that you do." With that he spun Faramir around and pushed him so that he had to catch himself on the desk. Eomer came up behind him and trapped him so that Faramir could not escape.

Faramir huffed and said "Eomer, just let me be, will you?" Eomer just chuckled and said, "What kind of friend would I be if I did that?" He proceeded to knead Faramir's shoulders, which were tight with suppressed anger.

Despite his anger, Faramir found himself responding to Eomer's attentions. He had felt like he had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and Eomer's ministration slowly soothed that away.

As Eomer felt Faramir relax into his touch he smiled. Time to move on to Phase Two. Without ever stopping the motion of his hands, he leaned forward and slowly began to nuzzle the sensitive spot behind Faramir's ear. He smiled to himself when he heard a small moan escape Faramir.

"Eomer, what do you think you are doing?" said Faramir though he didn't make any attempt to move away. Eomer just chuckled and seductively breathed in his ear "I'm trying to help you relax" He then nibbled Faramir's ear while his fingers caressed his throat. Faramir moaned again and dropped his head back to give Eomer greater access.

Eomer took the unspoken invitation and began to trail kisses and nips across Faramir's neck. His hands trailed down to stroke across Faramir's chest fanning the spark into a flame.

Faramir could feel desire race through him and he couldn't stop himself from arching back into Eomer. It had been a long time since they had shared a bed and Faramir's body was aching for the touch of another's hand. He could feel Eomer's cock hard against him and he rubbed back against it, causing a groan to come from Eomer. His own shaft had grown hard as well and his hips moved restlessly as the fabric of his breeches strained across it. He was aching with the need for release and his moans and sighs were constant now.

Eomer could feel Faramir's surrender and turned him around so that they were face to face. He buried one hand deep in Faramir's hair and drew him forward into a deep passionate kiss. Faramir wrapped his arms around Eomer's waist and drew him in tight, the need to touch this man overwhelming him.

When the need to breath forced them to break the kiss, both were panting with the desire raging through them. Faramir looked at the blonde and said, "I need you. It's been far too long. I can't wait anymore."

Eomer looked at Faramir, his eyes dark with lust and said, "Then don't. Take me hard and fast and do it now!" Faramir needed no further urging. The coupling was hard and fierce and exactly what he needed. He collapsed down onto Eomer's back and the two of them lay panting across his desk.

It was several minutes before Faramir recovered enough to straighten up. He gently kissed Eomer's neck and slowly bent to pull up his breeches. Eomer stood up himself and turned so that he leaned back against the desk. When Faramir straightened back up, he pulled him forward for a kiss.

"Feeling better?" he said with a smirk. Faramir just chuckled and said "Yes, I am much improved. Now I remember why we are such good friends"

Eomer laughed as well and said "Good. In that case, come on out and get something to eat." He bent down and pulled up his own breeches and then sauntered out of the room. Faramir just shook his head smiling and followed him out. Eomer always did know when Faramir just needed a good hard fuck.