For the Love of a Brother

Title: for the love of a brother
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: the loves of Faramir before and after Boromir leaves for the council of Elrond
Warning: fucking, angst, slash, incest *heehee* character death
Disclaimer: These characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and many othersidesides! this wasn’t written by him and is not real! Don’t sue! They’re not mine!
Acknowledgements: Thanks to Emily as always! love ya! sorry daisy, I know you hate incest… but what can I say, I’m a simple minded creature.


*for the love of a brother*

Faramir wandered through the hallways of the innards of Minas Tirith. He was alone, with nothing and no one but his thoughts and conscience. Three days hence, his brother and the heir to the stewardship of Gondor would be departing for Rivendell to attend a council that was being held by Lord Elrond, a king amongst elves (or so it would seem). Boromir would be venturing forth alone, without the aid of their father, nor even Faramir himself. Faramir would be left alone to deal with Denethor, and he would not know if anything were to befall his kinsman throughout the duration of his trip. That was why he was wandering through the halls at 1:00 in the morning on the first of these three last days, instead of sleeping soundly in his bed. He was restless and afraid, though he could not place why, he felt an impending doom. He tried to hush it, but his gut told him that three days hence would be the last time he would ever see his beloved brother. Surely this could not be true, and he told himself this over and over again, but it never stuck. For the past week he had gotten so little sleep at the thought of losing his brother. Faramir had secretly been in love with Boromir for many years, and how could one not? he asked himself. Boromir represented his whole city and all the faith in it. He had risked his life time and time again defending Gondor, or indeed the whole of Middle Earth. And Faramir had been drawn to his brother in a less than plutonic way since he had hit the age when a male is no longer a boy, but not quite a man. He had begun to desire his brother not only in a sexual way, but indeed in a much stronger way as well. He wanted to be cherished by Boromir, because he knew that he would feel completely safe ( as he never had before) lying quietly in Boromirs’ arms. Faramir let out a rippling sigh. He knew that his brother did not (and should not) return his feelings, he clasped his hands behind his back as he walked. Maybe he should just tell his brother how he felt so he could get over his obsession before his brother left him. Suddenly Faramir heard footsteps approaching him from behind. He stopped abruptly and let his hand rest on his sword as his body tensed.
“Rami,” Faramir relaxed as he heard his secret nickname. Only one person know that name.
“Romi,” he smiled as he turned to see Boromir running towards him. “What are you doing up so late?” and why are you following me?
“I could ask the same of you little brother.” Boromir replied as he caught up with Faramir. “It’s not me who has been wandering the halls for going on a week now.” Faramir started, Boromir had seen? “What troubles you brother?” Boromir had stopped panting by now, and was speaking evenly into Faramir’s ear.
Far shu shuddered. “Boromir, I…”
Boromir put his hands on Faramir’s shoulders. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with my departure would it? I know you always get worried when I leave, little one.”
Faramir wrenched himself out of Boromir’s grip. “It’s not the same Boromir. I’ve never felt this scared before. It fells as if I let you leave, you will not return.”
Boromir sighed. “Faramir, that’s foolish.”
“I know it’s foolish big brother, you do not have to remind me!” Faramir’s anger flashed, then it was gone. He sighed. “I do not know why this fear is in my heart Romi, but it is stronger than anything I have felt in the past. I fear for your life beloved kinsman.” Faramir looked at the floor as tears spilled from his yes to express his fear.
“Oh little one,” Boromir’s voice rumbled deep from his chest, trying to comfort his brother. “I can not know what will happen on this journey but I will try my hardest to return to my loved ones.” Faramir breathed deeply, trying to dispel his tears. “Especially you, my Rami.”
Faramir knew that he was behaving like a child, but that knowledge did not stop from going to Boromir’s arms when he held them out as an invitation.
“Oh Romi,” he sighed. “I do not know why I am behaving so.”
Boromir reached up and stroked his younger brothers hair. “You are worried Rami. It is enough that your heart is telling you this, but you have also gotten so little sleep.” Faramir nodded. “I think that I should take you back to bed.”
Faramir sighed, nodded, and slowly pulled away from his brother. He was surprised, however, when he felt his clutched by another. he looked at Boromir with some confusion.
Boromir just smiled.
“Let me take you back.” Faramir just nodded.
“Yes Boromir, you may do as you please,” he calmed himself with the feeling of Boromir’s grip on his hand.
They walked the halls in silence, each man surrounded by his own thoughts. When they reached Faramir’s room, Boromir held open the door for Faramir and turned to leave after Faramir walked through.
Faramir started. “Romi…” he said softly, then, “ please stay.” He slowly looked into his brother’s eyes. They were wide with surprise, but no fear of anger was visible in the green orbs. “Please,” he said again. “It is the only way I will sleep. If not, I will be up all night with worry.” Faramir let out a sigh. He needed this, he just hoped that Boromir would see that.
Finally, Boromir nodded. “Yes brother, I will stay with you as a comfort. I have locked my door with the key not even father has, so no one will notice my absence.”
Faramir nodded dumbly. “Come in then, I will lock my own door as well.” I do not wished to be disturbed tonight.
When they both were inside and the door was securely locked, Faramir returned to his chambers, only to see Boromir undressing down to his undershirt. Faramir quickly did the same as Boromir crawled into his bed. Boromir then raised the sheets as an invitation to Faramir and Faramir quickly yet regally climbed in. He was quickly enveloped by his brother’s strong arms and he sighed into Boromir’s chest.
“I love you Boromir,” he whispered.
“And I you, Faramir.”
They both fell asleep and Faramir slept soundly for the first time in weeks.
*****
As the new day dawned and Faramir could fell himself waking up, he silently willed his brain to go back to dreamland. He did not want this night to end. But he begrudgingly opened his eyes to watch his brother sleep. Peaceful and calm were not in Boromir’s daily repertoire of emotions, so Faramir started when he saw his big brother looking both of those things for the first time in quite a while. He smiled a small smile as his heart beat in time with Boromir’s and he nuzzled closer to his brother’s chest. Closing his eyes again, he reveled in the calm and sanctity his brother’s mere presence created for him. He felt truly at home. He didn’t even realize it when Boromir stirred and started stroking his hair. Only when his brother began to talk was Faramir aware of his being awake.
“How did you sleep Rami?” Boromir asked softly.
“Too well Romi,” he laughed. “Tis strange to wake up this well rested.”
Boromir continued to stroke Faramir’s hair gently. Faramir made a purring noise low in his throat and snuggled as close as possible to Boromir.
“You look beautiful when you’ve just woken up,” Boromir commented. “I haven’t seen you this happy in quite some time.”
“That’s because I haven’t been this happy in quite some time, Romi.” Boromir smiled himself at that.
“Tis strange, my brother, that after all these years we still use our secret nicknames.”
“Does it bother you Boromir?” asked Faramir with a hint of worry in his voice.
“No Rami,” he replied. “It just seems slightly childish and we are children no more.”
“No brother, we are not,” agreed Faramir. “Yet there are certain childish innocence’s
that we should not forgo because of age alone.” Boromir raised an eyebrow. “It makes me feel closer to you, and reminds me of a time when not everything was so serious.”
Boromir closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “Was there such a time little brother? I can not remember,” he whispered.
Faramir’s eyes widened in surprise and fear. “Yes there was!” he said strongly. “And there still is! why are you so pained my dear brother? what ails your heart?” He began stroking Boromir’s back in a comforting sort of way.
“I grow weary, little one,” Boromir answered slowly. “ I am lonely and I cannot seem to find peace.”
Faramir raised himself up on his elbows and slowly kissed his kinsman’s forehead. When he drew away he whispered into Boromir’s ear, “can you not find that peace with me, Romi?”
Boromir sighed. “It’s not that easy Rami,” he said with a pained voice. “ If you were to know of the desires that lie in my heart…” he shook his head. “You are so innocent my Rami, so innocent.” He turned to get up from the bed, but Faramir held him back.
“Can you not see into my heart, my brother?” he asked. “Can you not see all that I desire?” his eyes looked imploring, but he was deadly serious. “Can you not see that the mere presence of you is enough to hush my fearful thoughts?” He brought Boromir’s left hand to his lips and softly but slowly kissed the appendage. “Can you not see?” he whispered. Faramir had never been this bold. With his mind screaming that this was a VERY bad idea, as rejection at this point would be devastating. He hushed all of that though, and continued his interrogation. “I am not so innocent or young, brother. For many years I’ve had my eye on something that most would call disgusting and heresy.” Boromir frowned at that. “But if the two sons of the Steward of Gondor loving each other and wishing to consummate that love is heresy…” he looked straight into Boromir’s eyes. “Then I suppose I am a heretic. For I love you… nay Romi, I am in love with you.” With that he fastened his mouth around Boromir’s pointer finger without allowing his eyes to leave his brother’s. When he saw no resistance or anger in his brothers’ beautiful orbs, he slowly and carefully began to suck on the digit. The action aroused him to no end. Boromir was here with him, that was all that mattered. Boromir reached out to caress his brother’s face with his other hand.
“Are you sure about that Rami?” he all but whispered. “Are you sure that this is not a mere impulse?” he sounded worried.
Faramir released his finger and shook his head. “It is not an impulse my love,” he replied slowly. “I meant every word I said.” He then attacked two of Boromir’s fingers with his mouth, suck in licking the digits as he would with his brother’s cock.
Boromir moaned. “I need you Rami, may I take you?” he was panting now.
Faramir smiled and released his hand and lay back on his bed. “I am yours. Show me that you are mine, big brother.”
“Boromir climbed on top of Faramir. “I am yours, from now until the day that I die.” With that he softly kissed Faramir, who reveled in the taste of his brother’s lips. When Boromir nibbled on his top lip, Faramir opened his mouth slightly to allow access. Boromir allowed his tongue to delve into Faramir, who love the feel of this wet muscle against his. The kissed deeply and languidly, Boromir’s hands coming up to stroke Faramir’s hair, while Faramir rubbed deep circles around his brother’s lower back. They both were growing in their arousal, and soon Faramir bit down on Boromir’s tongue to signal that they needed to speed things up somewhat. Boromir moaned into his mouth and began sucking on Faramir’s tongue, each sucking motion sent a shock straight down to Faramir’s cock, who quickly pulled up both he and Boromir’s undershirts, allowing their groins to have contact. Faramir moaned loudly at the friction this act was creating as both his tongue and cock were viciously attacked by Boromir. With a great show of will power he pushed Boromir off of him slightly so that he could take both of their shirts off. He kept Boromir back so that he could feast on the sight of his brother naked, he let out a small moan at what he saw. Boromir was pure muscle, broad chest and shoulders, the only slim thing about him was his stomach which held a thick line of hair (that Faramir would later play with) leading down to his best body part.
His cock.
It was long, thick and jutted out beautifully from his body. The rest of him was just more muscle, muscular thighs, calves, and he had a rock hard ass. He looked back to Boromir’s eyes which were regarding him in the same hungry way. Faramir smiled like a wolf and saw his brother’s eyes grow even darker in their lust.
“Faramir,” he said seriously, although he was panting. “Are you sure my love?”
Faramir was too far gone to connect a whole sentence. “Please…Romi…Romi…please…please…” he whimpered. Eyes closing and body starting to writhe. “…I beg of you…please…please…” he needed this badly. Very, very badly. He started when he felt his dick enveloped by wet heat, moaning incoherent syllables as he opened his eyes to see Boromir’s mouth wrapped around his cock. His brother moved up and down, suctioning and biting at just the right time. Faramir discovered that he loved it when Boromir scraped his teeth on the crown and just below, he could feel tears in his eyes at the pleasure overload. He felt Boromir suck him all the way down into his throat so he could feel his dick brushing Boromir’s soft palette.
“Ay! Romi… I can’t hold on.” When Boromir sucked him even harder Faramir let himself go and came.
He saw God.
The world around him was erased as he hit the sky and as he hit the sky and heaven, blinded in the white light. When he came back down he shuddered and opened his eyes.
He saw his brother’s green eyes staring back at him and smiling. He looked sated himself.
“Have you spent yourself too my brother?” he asked, stroking his brother’s soft hair.
Boromir leant into the touch. “Yes Rami, I have,” he replied, his eyes twinkling as he leant down and nuzzled his brother’s neck. “You looked so beautiful just then.”
Faramir smiled and as Boromir burrowed his face into his neck, he closed his eyes and fell asleep for the second time that day.
*****
He woke up to banging on his door, and an exasperated voice shouted, “Wil the son of Denethor, the steward of Gondor, by the name of Faramir emerge, it is past midday.” Then he heard the Paige waking away. He groaned and turned over, but the spot next to him was cold and empty. Looking up quickly from his bed he saw Boromir almost fully dressed and combing his hair.
“Romi,” he sighed. “Come over here.” Boromir walked over to the bed and sat down beside it on the floor. Faramir took his comb and began to run it lovingly through his hair. When all the tangles were out he took Boromir in his arms and held him. Boromir kissed him sweetly and softly. Letting Faramir take comfort in his presence.
“I love you so much Faramir,” Boromir breathed. “You are my angel.”
“And you Boromir,” Faramir replied. “You are my everything.” He then kissed Boromir before standing and getting out of the bed. “But I must get up now, and I cannot walk around this castle naked.” Boromir came up behind Faramir and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I like you naked,” he whispered into Faramir’s ear. Then he began to suck on his neck.
“Later Romi, later,” Faramir smiled. “We must away to dinner.”
Boromir gave a very cute whine. “We can skip dinner and go to supper…”
Faramir laughed. “No brother, we must away to dinner now. How is this for a future steward to behave?” he gave Boromir a quick kiss and reached for his tunic. He pulled it over his head and stepped into his leggings. “I’ll go out first, then you follow.”
At this Boromir caught his brother’s arm. “No Rami,” he said curtly. “father will be displeased that we slept so late, let me bear the brunt of his anger for I know he’s harder on you.” Boromir’s eyes gli wit with anger, but Faramir was smiling.
“How kind of you, brother. If you wish it so, I will let you. Go now.” Boromir nodded and reached for the door, before whirling around and kissing Faramir with a hunger that could not be surpassed.
“I love, oh gods how I love you.” he panted. “I will find you tonight. My bed will stay un-slept in again.”
“Yes my love, yes.” Moaned Faramir. “But go now before father gets too angry. I don’t want you to be dead tonight.” He pushed Boromir to the door. “Go my love.”
Boromir left the room and Faramir followed minutes after.

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