Never Wanted This
By IcingDeath71
A/N : Please review. I'm much more inspired to write faster if I believe my work is enjoyed and appreciated, and from this chapter on I'm going to try to respond to every reviewer via email and personally thank every one of you.
Chapter 6
When Daged returned with Legolas in tow, Aragorn had slipped so far into the drug induced haze he was unable to recognize the situation he'd initiated. All he knew was that every nerve in his body was alight with desire, and that the man capable of ending this cruel torture had arrived. He begged shamelessly, voicing lurid suggestions that he knew Daged would be unable to ignore. The entire time he remained completely oblivious of his demeaning behavior, his actions a direct influence of the drug coursing through his system.
The night passed as a drunken blur with Aragorn shifting from a drug provoked haze to pleasure induced oblivion. He recalled nothing of his eager advanced upon Legolas, nor of the demoralizing deeds he'd performed. Daged had given him a far larger dose of the drug then was healthy and Aragorn's night ended only when his tortured body quit on him, dropping the youth into unconsciousness from which his master was unable to wake him.
When Aragorn awoke the next day he was plagued by a sickness in the pit of his stomach that had naught to do with physical illness; his actions the night prior must have been awful indeed judging by the immensely satisfied expression on Daged's face. To make matters even worse, Aragorn had a few, extremely hazy memories of Legolas' involvement and the elf's current absence worried him. Legolas had not been present when Aragorn had awoken and the ranger was sickened to learn that, after taking part in the muddled events of the night prior, the elf had been sent to Tamarul's rooms.
To Aragorn's infinite relief Daged dismissed the youth from his side early in the day once it became apparent that the amount of work he had still to complete would allow him no time to spend enjoying his slave. Aragorn went immediately to Minas Tirith's gardens, desperate for fresh air. Free of his stone prison he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the fresh air to sooth both his frazzled nerves and the sickness in his stomach. He walked along the courtyard wall until he came upon a patch of earth shaded by a young sapling and seated himself on the ground, resting his still healing back gingerly against the solid wall. He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, then tipped his head backwards and allowed his eyes to fall shut.
His solitude was disrupted before long by the approach of booted feet and the young ranger opened his eyes, his gut wrenching as he recognized Tamarul's swaggering gait. The Gondorian noticed Aragorn immediately, despite the youth's best attempts to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, and after a quick glance to ensure Daged was not present, approached the ranger eagerly.
Tamarul knelt before the youth, his smile broadening at his good fortune.
'All alone, Aragorn? You, of all people, should know better then to wander Minas Tirith by yourself.'
'I've been given leave to visit the gardens,' Aragorn replied quietly, watching Tamarul from eyes dark with mistrust. Tamarul laughed, pleased by the fear and apprehension his close proximity awoke within the ranger.
'I hear you had quite a night with my elf,' Tamarul teased, running his eyes garishly over Aragorn's body in suggestion. The ranger stiffened and tried unsuccessfully to hide the horror that welled up in his chest at the Gondorian's words.
Tamarul laughed. 'You don't remember?' he said, eyes shinning in enjoyment. 'Anything?'
Aragorn clenched his jaw, feeling heat rise in his face. The fact that Tamarul obviously knew exactly what Aragorn dreaded to hear unnerved the young ranger and he shook his head slightly in denial, his heartbeat quickening in his chest.
'Perhaps I can remind you…'
Tamarul grabbed a handful of Aragorn's fractious curls and pulled the ranger's face towards his own, pressing his mouth eagerly against the youth's. Aragorn, having anticipated the action, resisted forcefully, twisting his face aside to avoid the Gondorian's unwelcome attention and pushing Tamarul away with both hands on the man's broad chest.
Displeased by the ranger's antics Tamarul switched tactics, grabbing Aragorn forcefully by the shoulders and pinning the youth's wounded back against the rough stone. Aragorn cried out in pain, his body arching under the brutal assault, and Tamarul took full advantage of the ranger's weakness to claim his mouth. The Gondorian pushed his tongue past Aragorn's parted lips, heedless of the spasms of agony that shuddered through the young ranger's slender frame.
Groaning in pleasure, Tamarul moved his mouth frantically against unresisting lips, running his tongue hungrily across Aragorn's. The ranger squirmed, trying unsuccessfully to push his sore shoulders away from the wall, and Tamarul shoved him forcefully, digging his fingers into the youth's flesh until Aragorn was dizzy with pain.
Aragorn was aware that Tamarul's mouth had left his own and could feel the man's rough stubble scratching against his face and neck as the Gondorian nuzzled and mouthed at the warm skin, his breath coming quicker in his excitement. Trembling, Aragorn ceased his struggles, sickened by the other man's actions. Tamarul purred in approval, nipping his way up the young ranger's exposed neck and catching Aragorn's earlobe in his teeth.
Tamarul took Aragorn's wrist in his hand and drew the youth's hand to the Gondorian's loins, pressing Aragorn's palm against his heated arousal. Aragorn tried to pull his hand away but Tamarul tightened his grip, halting the ranger's withdrawal.
'If you do not do this for me, I'll simply return to my rooms and take my pleasures from the elf.' Tamarul's breath was warm in the youth's ear, his voice dark with promise. He paused for a moment while Aragorn processed his words, then rocked back onto his heels, watching the young ranger shrewdly.
Aragorn hesitated, his indecisiveness plain upon his fair face. Tamarul watched him for a moment longer from narrowed eyes then stood. He gave the youth a final look before turning on his heel and walking away.
Aragorn was a heartbeat behind him, scrambling gracelessly to his feet and grabbing a handful of the other man's cloak in his grip.
'Don't go,' Aragorn said, his face flushing in shame. 'Please. Don't go.'
Tamarul smiled triumphantly and neither he nor his unfortunate victim noticed Daged, who rounded the corner just in time to catch Aragorn's desperate plea. Daged stopped in his tracks, shocked into immobility by the scene unfolding before his eyes.
Aragorn released the fistful of Tamarul's cloak he'd grabbed and hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. Tamarul was watching him with eyes alight with triumph, offering no direction, and when Aragorn moved forwards to nuzzle and lick at his neck the Gondorian rested one hand on the back of the ranger's head, sighing deeply in pleasure.
Aragorn's lips caressed the weathered skin as his shaking hands dropped to the clasps on Tamarul's tunic, unbuttoning the garment clumsily. Once opened, his hands stroked the warm skin underneath, slipping upwards to play across the Gondorian's broad chest.
'Such a whore,' Tamarul murmured and heat rose in Aragorn's face at the degrading words. He continued his ministrations, bowing his head as he ran his tongue across Tamarul's collarbone and down his chest before circling back upwards as his hands continued to touch and tease.
Eventually, Tamarul tired of the teasing and the hand in Aragorn's hair increased its pressure, pushing the ranger downwards. The youth dropped obediently to his knees and began immediately to mouth at Tamarul's clothed groin. He pressed his mouth against the stretched fabric and hummed and Tamarul's hands tightened in his hair, his body tensing in pleasure.
Before Aragorn was able to progress any further movement at the corner of his eye drew his attention and he froze in horror as Daged approached them. Notified by Aragorn's reaction, Tamarul turned to watch his commander. Neither of them misinterpreted Daged's fury and Aragorn was quick to gain his feet, heart beating rapidly in terror.
Daged's gaze lingered only briefly on Tamarul before turning his full attention on the frightened ranger. Aragorn instinctively stepped back a pace, blind terror overcoming his sensibilities and Daged made a grab for him, one hand fisting in Aragorn's tunic and the other wrapping around his throat.
Aragorn struggled franticly, but pinned between Daged's body and the solid wall at his back he had no chance of escape, especially when his master's hand tightened, cutting off the ranger's air. Despite his efforts, his struggles diminished as he gasped for air until blackness was hovering around the edge of his vision and he rested limply against the wall, kept upright only by Daged's hands. Daged released his grip a fraction, allowing the ranger just enough air to remain conscious.
'Who am I to refuse his advances?' Tamarul was saying. 'If he's so eager to find someone to use his body, I'm hardly able to decline. Besides, had I not agreed, who knows how many other men he may have attempted to seduce?'
Daged's eyes were dark with malice and he leaned forwards until his face was inches from Aragorn's own.
'Since you're so eager to pleasure my men, you should have no qualms about doing just that,' he hissed. 'You'll soon have the chance to serve every one of them.'
Even through the haze that threatened to claim his ability to process rational thought, Aragorn had little problem recognizing that he'd quickly become immersed in a situation that was beyond his ability to handle.
xxxxx
Legolas was alone in Daged's chambers when Aragorn finally returned. The ranger stumbled inside and even from across the room Legolas could tell the youth was wearied to exhaustion. Aragorn raised one hand and pushed his hair away from his face and when Legolas got to his feet the young human startled, momentarily panicked to learn that he wasn't alone.
Aragorn dropped his gaze quickly and he stood still, arms wrapped protectively around his body.
'Where is Daged?' Aragorn asked, and his voice was rough and gravely. He turned away, trying to hide the tremors that racked his slender frame. Concerned, Legolas got to his feet and approached the ranger, reaching a hand to his shoulder.
'Do not touch me!' Aragorn snapped, panic in his voice. He flinched away, his eyes wide with terror.
Legolas dropped his hands back to his side and stepped back, shaken by the ranger's violent reaction.
'Ai, Aragorn.' His voice was soft and soothing and he spoke as he would to a skittish horse. 'What did they do to you?'
It was a theoretical question, and the elf expected no answer. To his surprise, however, all of the tension vanished from Aragorn's body and the youth sagged back against the wall, weeping bitterly. His unruly hair spilled across his face and only then did Legolas notice the semen that stained his fractious locks, evidence of his torturer's pleasures upon his body.
'I-I can't do this anymore, Legolas,' Aragorn choked, falling to his knees in grief. 'I just can't. He's killing me. They're killing me.'
Legolas knelt slowly, gently pushing Aragorn's hair away from his face and meeting the ranger's horror filled eyes. Aragorn made no effort to hide his tears from the elf, and when Legolas wrapped his strong arms around the youth's shoulders the ranger leaned into the embrace.
'They blindfolded me. I could not see how many they numbered,' Aragorn sobbed, his voice broken with defeat and shame. 'I was so frightened. They forced me into submission, and then they took turns finding their pleasure. One of them would take my mouth while another rode my body. They touched me, though I was too sickened by their touch to find any pleasure at their hands.'
'Oh, Aragorn,' Legolas murmured, holding the man against his body. He could feel the youth trembling under his hands. The elf pressed his palms against Aragorn's back, feeling the tremors, and sadness welled up in his heart. Though his time with the ranger had been both limited and subjective, Legolas had quickly come to see that despite the horrors he'd been subjected to, Aragorn was still the kindest, gentlest man the elf had ever met and his heart went out to the broken youth. Legolas wished he had the power to melt away Aragorn's hurt, but settled instead for holding him while he wept, comforting him as he may.
Legolas held Aragorn until the ranger's tears subsided, offering his physical support to the unfortunate youth. He murmured quietly in the elf tongue, and though his words were nonsense, hearing them soothed Aragorn, whose trembles slowly subsided.
'Thank you,' Aragorn whispered, his voice broken from tears. He raised his head from the elf's shoulder and Legolas was captivated by the raw emotion in the ranger's eyes. The immortal raised both hands to the rangers face and caressed his tear stained cheeks, catching the moisture on his fingertips.
'You are not as alone as you believe, Aragorn. I will help see you through this.'
Aragorn sighed and closed his eyes, physically and emotionally drained.
'Legolas,' he whispered, his voice so soft that only due to his elven hearing was Legolas able to make out his words, 'will you watch over me while I sleep? Will you wake me if-if Daged returns?'
'Of course,' the elf promised, wrapping one arm around Aragorn's shoulders and helping the youth to his feet. The ranger swayed in exhaustion as Legolas guided him to the bed and lowered him gently onto the mattress.
'Of course,' Legolas reiterated, and within minutes Aragorn had succumbed to dreams.