Saving Private Breadcrumb

Breadcrumbs Challenge: Saving Private Breadcrumb
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Challenger: Greymist
Summary: Dave tries a little bit of character improvisation with Sean and discovers he gets more than he bargained for when the forces of Rohan attempt to seize control.

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Original Challenge: Dave discovers he has a secret all consuming passion to have a VERY RELUCTANT (possibly previously STRAIGHT!) Sean at ALL costs but ONLY in his GUISE as Boromir (with Dave playing Faramir)... and in SERIOUS bondage and ON the set of Minas Tirith. Karl discovers them playing this game and inserts himself into the act while in full Eomer regalia.

The following must be included: ropes, whips, throne, armor - leather and chain, anduril and a guest appearance somewhere along the way by Viggo as Aragorn!

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It was the armour. It had to be the armour. The way it shined, the way it moved, the almost sensual sound of metal sliding across metal as the man walked, with the odd ‘chink!’ as a rhythmic percussion. It was almost the signpost of masculinity, the show case of everything that appealed to the dark, secret longing of his mind.

Okay, so it also had Sean Bean involved in the thought process somewhere, but this was obviously nothing to do with it. Sean was an added bonus. Hell, Dave would like anyone who wore that armour. Definitely. Without a doubt.

Hmmmm.

It hadn’t taken David Wenham long to work out that something seriously needed to be done before he could possibly focus on the script in hand. For fuck’s sake, he was having difficulties trying to focus on anything, let alone the art of speaking. Every time Sean wandered near him Dave had flushed and had to make excuses to disappear off, ordinarily using the useful excuse of getting people drinks. If he ever wanted it, he had a job as a natural born waiter.

It also hadn’t taken Sean long to work out that something wasn’t quite right with his new little brother either, and that was a pain. It was bad enough knowing you were making an excuse. It was twice as bad when the person you were avoiding was watching you with a thoughtful expression whenever he had the opportunity. David was sure he was going to see those reflective green eyes in his dreams for the next ten years.

However, it wasn’t going to be too bad. The ‘flashback’ scene was only going to take a few days at most, unless something particularly odd happened. Or at least, something particularly odd which *wasn’t* happening in the groinal area of his breeches. And they had to hug too… oh dear lord, he was never going to survive this. Never. He would be the shell of an Australian for the next few years, he could see it now.

The set itself was having the last few adjustments made to it before filming tomorrow. They had practised, they had messed around with extras and armour. They had even changed a few lines, messed around with the timing, and even accused John Noble of getting far too enthusiastic about abusing little Faramir which John hadn’t bothered to deny. Nearly half of the drinks Dave had disappeared off to get had been for his ‘father’.

Dave had stayed behind after the majority of the crew had disappeared off home simply to get a little more of a feel to the place. Osgiliath wasn’t any where near the splendour of Minas Tirith, but hell, it was good enough. He ran his hand over a pillar and looked up at the sky, which was turning all manner of colours as the sun slowly set.

“ You okay?”

The voice came from immediately behind him and it was spoken in that accent that could only have been from one man. David stamped on the urge to jump, and simply took a breath before glancing as casually over his shoulder as he could.

“ Sean?”

Damn, the man had stripped already. Dressed in jeans and a tight fitting jumper, Sean’s eyes were thoughtful yet again as he gazed at the pillar that Dave had his hand on before turning them in amusement to the younger man. A few moments passed which Dave occupied by getting even more nervous than before. Keep this up and his teeth would be chattering.

“ Is it me,” drawled Sean, who hadn’t bothered to confirm his name. “ or have you been avoiding me today?”

David fought the urge to sweat. This was actually easier than previously imagined, although this did rely on him not looking at the Brit in the eyes. The pillar got caressed again.

“ Have I? Didn’t mean to,”

There was a thoughtful noise, the man obviously far too contemplative today. “ I doubt it.”

“ Why would I try and avoid you?” Dave had an easy going but deliberately puzzled smile on his face like a mask. Sean shrugged, seemingly with just his eyebrows.

“ Good question. Want to answer it?” Sean idly glanced at the pillar that Dave still had his hand on. There was a long pause, before Sean started to speak again in a casual manner that Dave immediately distrusted. “ It’s a great set, isn’t it?”

Dave almost collapsed with relief at the non-difficult question. Set. He could do that. And then he could lean the conversation onto work and that would be happily far from the question of how nicely Sean would look bent naked over the broken stone slab over there.

Okay, enough with the mental images. These were not the breeches you wanted to be wearing with an erection so stiff you could happily fly the flag of Gondor from it.

“ Minas Tirith is better,” he offered. Sean looked surprised, then nodded thoughtfully.

“ Yeah, Viggo said it was something impressive,” he mused. “ Haven’t seen it myself.”

Dave was too busy growling over Viggo’s name than properly focusing on the conversation. Viggo. It always came back to Viggo. According to Karl, the pair could finish each other’s sentences. They were apparently forever rolling around on the floor in mock wrestling matches like a pair of puppies who had escaped from their mother’s watchful eye. All in all, anyone who wanted a possible sexual relationship with Sean was going to hit the rather large problem that was Viggo.

On the other hand, that did assume that Sean was gay, which he clearly wasn’t. You didn’t get married three times without at least working out which side your bread was buttered, unless you were a glutton for punishment. And Sean had that look about him that suggested that any male coming on to him was likely to end up carrying their front teeth. Wonderfully macho. But wonderfully unavailable.

So it was a complete mystery when Dave realised words were coming out of his mouth that seemed to be ignoring this factor.

“ I could take you to see it if you wanted,” Keep it cool, keep it cool. Mental pictures of cold showers, of everything in this life that was a complete turn off. Thankfully it seemed to be working. Sean didn’t seem in the mood to start punching people’s lights out, which was a pleasing factor. There was an added bonus in that he actually looked like he was considering it. Surely Viggo had already offered?

“ I’m busy this evening,” Sean said finally. “ But I’m free tomorrow if you’re up for it,”

David realised his mouth was still open and shut it with a little click.

“ Sure,” Don’t babble, don’t babble. Dave tried a lazy grin which seemed to go down well; Sean smiled back, and it took all of David’s strength not to jump on him then. But, again, this would be classified as a Bad Thing. “ Thought you were doing one of the Fellowship scenes tomorrow,”

Sean nodded. “ I am, whilst they’re messing around with the other half of the set. You’re getting attacked by orcs, aren’t you?”

David nodded, his mind working. “ What’s the other outfit like?” he couldn’t resist asking, already knowing but realising the man hadn’t known Dave had access to the Fellowship footage. The travelling outfit looked even more sexy than the armour, and had the other bonus of being able to be pulled off without needing a tin opener. Sean grinned again, a wide, lazy grin that seemed to scream impudence without the man actually being mischievous in the slightest.

“ Lighter. Still got leather and chain mail coming out of my arse, but at least it’s built for movement,” Sean’s eyes fell on the set. “ Not like this place. That tin can they’ve got me in is going to kill me after a while. I got chafed on places I didn’t think could get chafed, and that was only after half an hour.”

“ You need some good lubrication,” the words were out of his mouth before the brain caught up with world events. David flushed in mortification. However, Sean didn’t seem to care about this. He chuckled softly.

“ Now that’s probably the best offer I’ve had all day,” he replied casually. “ So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

” Only if you wear the Fellowship outfit as well,” Dave wasn’t entirely sure why he had said it, but apparently it didn’t seem to worry Sean who simply shrugged his answer.

“ Sure,” Casual. As though he really didn’t know what dubious things were going through Dave’s mind at the moment.

Some men had all the luck.

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Dave almost backed out. After a long night of dreaming about nothing but Sean in so many different positions, the sheets were knotted around his legs. And it hadn’t been the nice run of the mill dreams either, a sweet kiss or a passionate love making scene in the usual positions. No, his memory had to draw out all the kinkiest positions and ideas he had ever done, every toy he could imagine, all of which having some type of LOTR theme to it. He never, *ever* wanted to look at the hilt of anduril again.

Of course Sean had to be in that costume of his, or at least part of it anyway. The breeches were long gone. Just the leather flaps of the overcoat hung down his smooth flanks, the chain mail shirt also having gone the way of the dodo. There had been still the few tattered edges of the scarlet silk tunic clinging to his body but that had been all. Abuse showed clearly on the pale skin that was available to the viewer.

And this all happened at the foot of the throne chair in Minas Tirith. On the plus side, at least it hadn’t been occupied at the time.

David had awoken with his heart in his mouth and an iron bar where his penis normally was found, sweat pouring off him. His imagination was going to kill him one of these days.

The day itself dragged past like an orc with a really fat hobbit. Dave hadn’t really been paying attention to a lot of it, which wasn’t as obvious as it might have been simply due to the amount of time taken with the extras. Careful and dedicated acting was obviously for another day. Today was just charge and roar. What a good idea.

And finally, *finally*, he was free. The Minas Tirith set wasn’t that far away either, and if he managed to get there in time it might not look quite so daft that he was still wandering around dressed as the younger son of Denethor when everyone else had decamped to the nearest inn and were getting on with normal life.

However, there was a nasty surprise waiting for him when he got there.

“ Viggo,” Dave attempted to keep his voice at a set level, and even tried some warmth. Thankfully Viggo didn’t seem to be that bothered. Or Aragorn, he should say. Apparently the anti-changing ideas had been embraced by more than just Sean, and therefore it was the scruffy version of the King of Gondor that now stood shoulder to shoulder with a tired looking and slightly mud stained Boromir.

Fuck. Damn. Shit.

Keep smiling. For all that is holy, please god keep smiling.

“ Hi, Dave,” Viggo’s eyes were pleasant enough. And that was often the problem. Viggo was a genuinely nice guy, and often went out of his way to help people. Hating him was a guilty pleasure indeed, but he needed to be hated, especially when the bastard turned up at secret meeting places looking sexy as hell. If Sean *was* gay, why the hell would he look any further than his King at his shoulder?

“ Cheers, Vig,” Sean glanced at him and yawned slightly. “ You know what I’m like. Can’t find my own arse with a map,”

“ Well, if you need me for anything else give me a call,” Viggo grinned at him and nodded at Dave again. Was he going? Dave was gob smacked. He couldn’t be going. But he was! That was definitely the rear of Aragorn, and those were his footsteps getting softer and softer until they were no longer heard by Dave at all.

Dave shook his head to himself, and glanced towards Sean who was already busy looking around the throne room set.

“ Bloody hell,” the Brit was saying. “ Look at this place! What, they got bored or something?”

And there was Sean’s hand on the throne, running along it with almost a type of respect. Obviously it wasn’t Sean’s fault that he didn’t realise he was busy reinacting certain parts of Dave’s dreams, but that didn’t mean it didn’t throb at Dave’s groin anyway. Must cool down. Must cool down.

Sod it.

Dave’s gaze must have intensified as Sean suddenly glanced towards him, a look of surprise on his face. His eyes flickered to the doorway, then back again.

“ What?” he asked slowly.

“ Just thinking how much that outfit suits you,” replied Dave lightly. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. Would he? He found himself walking forward as though his body was controlled by someone else, although where they had shoved the remote control was anyone’s guess. Sean had raised an eyebrow, that familiar grin aimed at him.

“ So, no more thoughts about lubricating me?” he asked idly, glancing back to the throne.

” Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Dave replied automatically. Sean looked at him in surprise.

“ This isn’t the one that chafes,” he said patiently.

” I know,” Dave agreed. The space between them lessened to a few paces. Sean frowned slightly, moving away from the throne and focusing on Dave with a look of concern.

“ You okay? You look kinda… focused,” he said after a pause. Dave stopped.

“ Yeah? Guess I’ve got a few things on my mind,”

“ Oh? Anything I can help with?” The man was all helpful suggestions. Dave bit back the immediate response to this and merely satisfied himself with a shrug of the shoulders, a far away look in his eyes that knew would intrigue Sean into querying further. And he certainly wasn’t disappointed either. Sean moved forward and suddenly David had a hand clasped firmly on his shoulder in a brotherly fashion.

“ Well…,” David was struggling. Either he had to say something or he had to find an excuse. Neither of these were springing instantly to his lips. He glanced back at him. “ I was wondering, if it wasn’t too much bother, whether…,” insert pause. “ nah, it’s silly. Don’t worry,”

“ Keep going,” Sean seemed unabashed by the possibilities of silliness. David resisted a smile, and looked cautiously at him.

” I’d really appreciate it if we could try a little improvisation work. We’ve only got one scene together and I’d kinda like to have something to remember for other parts of the film,” David pitched his voice just right and waited to see if the bait was picked up. Sean looked a little surprised, then grinned.

“ I guess. Haven’t got anything else to do tonight, and I wasn’t particularly bothered about hitting the town with the hobbits,” Sean shrugged. “ What did you have in mind, little brother?”

He was almost lounging without any support, a casual expression on his face. He was so fucking close. Dave could almost hear his breathing, smell him; should he put his hand out his fingers would drift over the leather of the tunic almost immediately. And he was looking at him in interest as well.

“ Well,” Dave said slowly. “ I thought we might explore why our ‘father’ is so annoyed with me,”

Sean had opened his mouth to comment on this, no doubt drawled in his Yorkshire accent, when Dave closed the gap between them even more. He was just aware of startled green eyes staring at him in shock as his lips pressed to Sean’s – Boromir’s – with careless abandon. When they finally touched it was as though the older man was wired up to the National Grid, the electric feeling shooting through Dave like he was fully charged. It was, at least, a kiss to be remembered.

Now to be knocked across the room.

However, flying punches wasn’t immediately forthcoming. When David finally moved back, Sean was still staring at him as though he had been confronted by something entirely improbable, like he had just witnessed Ian McKellan chatting up a woman. David watched him cautiously, fighting down his own reactions, and trying to ignore the immediate erection he had suddenly gained in the lower regions. Sean managed to shake himself mentally and leant forward, his eyes flickering to the doorway and back again.

He was going to run, thought Dave with a sinking heart.

“ What are you doing, little brother?” whispered Sean finally, his eyes set on him. Little brother. You had to be kidding him…

David stared back at him. “ You mean you’ve never wanted to?” he murmured back, feeling as though John Noble or someone else *was* about to walk through the door on them and banish him to the furthest part of the country. His heart rate picked up, the stupid muscle mistaking the anticipation for fact. It wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t happen. Sean – and for that matter Boromir – was straight. He had to be.

Sean glanced towards the door again, and then back at him cautiously. “ And what would father say?” he murmured in response. David’s heart managed to do a few back flips. Sean was still in character. As long as he was still in character and not screaming blue murder, presumably it was okay.

“ I don’t care what he says, Boromir,” This was still a surreal situation but hell, he could live with it. David placed his hand on Sean’s chest, feeling the lumps due to the layers of clothing underneath the leather. Layers of clothing that needed time to come off. Damn. Dave stared back at him, a smile flickering in the corner of his mouth. “ I care what *you* say, brother,”

And it was clear Sean was struggling with something. His eyes went to the door as though needing to go to a pre-arranged meeting, but the reluctance of moving was so clear in his body. Finally Sean sighed, and put his hand over David’s.

“ Faramir, we can’t. It wouldn’t be right,” But still that reluctance. Push a little harder. See what falls out.

“ For fuck’s sake, Boromir,” Okay, major rewrite there, but Tolkien really neglected his swearing as far as Dave was concerned. “ We need this. *I* need this. Father need not know. No one needs to know. Will you give yourself to me, brother?”

Sean wasn’t answering, but at least he wasn’t punching and screaming either. Green eyes were unreadable as they stared at him. At the point where David thought he had really overstepped the mark, Sean finally spoke, softly, calmly, but with a force that was clear even despite these factors.

“ What did you want me to do, Faramir?”

David was beginning to seriously love that name, especially out of those lips and in that husky accent. The more Faramir he got, the more the confidence grew. He glanced at that door himself, then back at Sean, eyes narrowing. Okay, let’s see…

Lips were slowly pressed to Sean’s again. After a moment, Sean began to kiss him back, hesitantly, but with growing force. David slid his arms around Sean’s back, pressing him closer, deepening the kiss, only realising exactly how much crap the man had on his belt at the point where the horn of Gondor suddenly thrust itself into his thigh.

“ Take your boots, breeches and belt off,” murmured Dave. Sean paused, his eyes scanning David’s suspiciously as though he imagined some huge joke. The younger man shook his head, sorrowful eyes turning to Sean’s. “ Will you not do that for me, brother? After all you’ve put me through?”

There was a long pause.

“ You know I never meant it,” Sean’s voice was broken, husky enough to be suitable to pull a sleigh. And Dave had no idea what either of them meant, but it seemed a good way of making sure he was on top in this little encounter. Sure, Sean might have the larger sword, but it was how you used it that mattered. However, Sean hadn’t finished his plea. “ I didn’t mean father to hate you. I was but a boy,”

“ And I am younger than you,” reminded Dave, fascinated about where this was leading but remembering to keep that kicked-puppy expression on his face. “ If you were but a boy, what did that make me?”

Sean seemed almost ready to shuffle his feet. David felt a stab of sympathy for him, then suddenly remembered the bastard was only acting. Let’s not get too carried away here.

“ I know,” Sean had already kicked the boots off. His hands were resting on his belt, although they didn’t move. It was as though Sean’s mouth and Sean’s body were ruled by two very different minds. Apparently the mouth was a lot more of a tart than below.

“ What did you say to him, Boromir?” pressed David, slowly moving Sean’s hands away and beginning to unfasten the belt himself, slowly. Dave saw the flash of alarm cross Sean’s face, then it was just that look of concentration as the older man obviously attempted to think of what Boromir might have done.

“ I… I just lied to him, Faramir,” there was a definite sense of caution there. “ Does it matter what was said? What I did? Surely it is all past and gone!”

David was taken aback at the sudden forcefulness that was aimed at him, but this forcefulness didn’t stop him taking off the belt, nor did it stop him when Dave reached back for the drawstring of the breeches. David shook his head, a little sadly.

” It might be past and gone for you, brother, but I suffer daily. Those words you told him can never be taken back, Boromir. There are some things that time can not erase by itself,” David looked at him, his hands still not moving. His thigh brushed against Sean’s groin and recognised the heat and the hardness, the tremble in the man’s body. Yes! He didn’t know how or why, but yes!

“ I tried to take them back, Faramir,” Sean shook his head, apparently unmindful that David’s leg was pressed up against his erection. “ I tried every way I could,”

“ Did you tell him you had lied?” David’s eyes were fixed on him, before he realised he was getting a little too wrapped up in their own mini-fantasy. Sean avoided his gaze for a few moments.

“ He would have beaten me,” came the soft reply. Dave suddenly worked out his breath was being held and let it out in a rush. He shook his head, showing what anger he dared, what anger he could imagine Faramir baring.

“ You were just worried about a beating?” That was the way forward. Incredulous rather than angry. That was believable. That was right. And god, was that Sean rubbing himself against Dave’s leg? He rather thought that it was. “ What did you think he did to me?”

Sean was silent for a moment, his eyes avoiding Dave’s own whilst Sean’s groin sought his body out. The memory of last night’s dream flickered into Dave’s mind and refused to bugger off. Sean wants repentance? Right. He could do that.

“ Faramir, I…,” Sean shook his head and was silent again. “ What can I do to make this up to you?” the words were cautious, sad. The eyes that flickered to him suggested something entirely different. David almost came in his pants there and then.

Dave stood back, the cooler air suddenly replacing Sean’s hot body against his own.

“ Breeches,” he instructed. Sean raised his head slightly, looking all the world like a noble son of Gondor, before finally, and with some hesitation, unfastening the breeches. Not all of the reluctance was acting by the look of the tremble of the hands. But he was doing it, and that was the main thing.

Breeches were slid to the ground and joined the boots and belt to the side. Sean stood with the leather overcoat still hiding most of his body, the occasional flash of smooth skin managing to cause Dave’s groin to throb even more painfully. Okay, get a grip. The man looked like he was seriously considering running for the hills.

“ Boromir,” David emphasised the name as assurance to Sean that he could stop this at any point should he wish to. “ I want you to bend over the throne, palms on the seat,”

Sean glanced to the throne as though he had only just seen it, his eyes flickering back to Dave in curiosity. Finally he moved, crossing the few paces to the chair and standing in front of it, looking at it thoughtfully as though it contained some respected king rather than the emptiness of the air. And finally, so very slowly, he put his palms flat on the seat and bent over it. The view from behind Sean was possibly the greatest natural scene that David had ever seen in his life. The leather over tunic had moved slightly, giving David more and more glimpses of the golden skin underneath. The over tunic begged to be moved aside, in fact. Positively *begged*. And who was he not to offer it some release?

There was an active danger of being frozen in place after David had done as the tunic had commanded. Not even in last night’s dream had his imagination managed to get the image right, the sheer beauty of the man in front of him, made all the more beautiful by the fact that he was waiting for him. David could be kind. He could be rough. He could be a hell of a lot of things, in fact.

David ran his hand across the smooth skin of Sean’s backside, his finger’s sliding briefly into the cleft before escaping once again. Sean gasped something, and lowered his head further. His hands clenched into fists briefly on the seat of the throne before releasing again.

The skin begged to be marked. It was almost too perfect, too smooth. And hell, wasn’t it this that Boromir had inflicted upon him? Well, according to Sean’s imagination and who was Dave to start criticizing his elders.

David’s hands, meanwhile, were exploring seemingly under their own initiative. A little more gentle pressure between Sean’s thighs and the man was spreading his legs wider in response, not a murmur out of him. If there was any doubt that Sean didn’t want this that action alone simply ruined it. However, if David needed any confirmation whatsoever, the next bit would certainly conclude matters.

Whips were not a standard thing in the middle of Minas Tirith apparently. However, pieces of rope were definitely part of the set. And, of course, there was the heavy belt that Sean/Boromir had taken off. So many choices…

“ Faramir,” came Sean’s rough voice. “ Hurry. If father should come in-“

“ He won’t. Hush,” David would put money on that little bet. His eyes were still playing on the belt that was on the floor.

“ How can you be so sure?”

“ I just am, Boromir. Please.” Just the right amount of irritation. Sean hushed, his head lowered even further. David had a sneaking suspicion the blonde had looked exactly where David had been focused and worked out what was to come. And he still wasn’t running and screaming. Would miracles never cease?

The items that had been on the belt were easily removable. The horn of Gondor sat on the makeshift flagstones, looking a bit forlorn. David fingered the belt in his hands, felt the flexibility. The thickness also didn’t escape his notice. He wasn’t about to do this. He couldn’t. Well, he could. It would be so easy. Just raise your hand and strike-

“ What the hell is going on here?” a foreign voice broke the silence. Sean’s head shot up. David spun round, the belt still clasped in his hand, staring in horror at the doorway. Karl stared back at them, his mouth slightly open. Apart from the helmet which apparently had been returned to Wardrobe, the man was still dressed as the Rohirric horselord. He probably still had the horsehairs on his trousers, too.

How long had he been there? David hadn’t heard the door open. Mind you, since he had picked up the belt, he hadn’t heard much other than the call of the wild.

Karl walked in a little further, his footsteps echoing in the room. His gaze was almost entirely fixed on Sean, before moved to stare at Dave in wonder.

“ Well?” he asked.

“ This doesn’t concern you,” Sean didn’t move from his position. However, his voice spoke as though he was fully dressed and in a much better position for dignity than he was in already. Karl laughed.

“ Doesn’t concern me? You are our allies! Anything that concerns you concerns me,” Karl’s eyes flickered on Dave again in amusement.

” What?” David struggled to hear right. Okay, perhaps there was a slight chance that Karl had overheard a little more than Dave had wished for. Anything at all, for example. Karl grinned again, and nodded to him.

“ What’s the matter, Faramir? Unable to go through with it?”

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any more surreal, life manages to find you a basement full of the stuff. David stared at him a little further, then back at Sean. Okay. Now they had to juggle the presence of Eomer in an erotic setting. Well, didn’t seem to be too difficult…

Karl stepped towards him and held his hand out for the belt. David looked at him with a sudden mistrust. This was his beating, not Karl’s. If Karl wanted to beat the shit out of someone he could do it on his own time with his own blonde. Sean was his.

Karl looked back at the stubborn expression and laughed. “ Don’t worry. I’m not taking him away from you,” he said, still amused. “ I just might have something that works a little better on him,”

Sean’s head shot up again. Green eyes glared over his shoulder as Karl wandered out the door again.

“ Fucking Rohan,” Sean snarled. “ Can’t keep their noses out of anything,”

Now that was an image that needed good mental control not to snigger at. Dave managed it impressively.

“ Don’t let him control you, Faramir,” warned Sean. “ He’ll take control if you’d let him,”

“ You mean like you always do?” countered David. “ I’m used to it, Boromir,”

Sean conceded the point with a graceful mutter. His head lowered down again as Karl wandered back to them, hazel eyes resting on Sean in interest before turning to Dave. A horsewhip was pressed into his hands. David simply stared at it in shock before looking at Karl. Karl winked, ever so faintly, then turned to face Sean.

” I knew you’d come a cropper one of these days, Boromir,” his voice was amused. “ You always were too arrogant for your own good,”

“ Eomer,” David found his voice and it was a remarkably steady one. “ You are not in command in this land. Kindly have some respect,”

Karl glanced at him casually. “ I am here under the invitation of the King of Gondor,” he said lightly. “ surely this gives me some right to speak?”

David managed to shut his mouth. Please God, don’t let Viggo wander through those doors as well. You might as well have an orgy with the whole damn cast. Karl suddenly realised what was bothering David and grinned again.

“ It’s a shame he’s still away in Lothlorien,” he commented. “ It would have been nice for him to see what his Stewards got up to in their spare time,”

Okay, in this timeline Boromir should have been a corpse down a river by now. But obviously Karl was perfectly happy with an alternative universe.

“ Unless you wish to take his place,” David said finally. “ Shut up.”

Karl made a nod with his head which indicated his desire to obey this one. David stroked the horsewhip again and looked back at Sean, who still looked oh so inviting bent across the throne, his buttocks waiting for the first fall of the whip.

“ You sure you don’t want to tie his hands?” murmured Karl.

“ He’ll stay where he’s been put,” David felt confident about this. The fact the man had stayed put when Karl had turned up almost stated this itself, although that still worried him slightly. Normally people tried to cover themselves should people wander in off the streets. How much of this had been pre-arranged? But that, of course, would suggest that Sean knew damn well what Dave had planning…

Oh, sod this. If he wanted to think about it he could do it when he didn’t have Sean bent over the throne of Gondor, and when he didn’t have an eager Karl by his shoulder, urging him into beating the blonde in front of them.

In fact, even the mere thought of their positions was damn confusing. But oh well. Dave glanced towards at Karl once, just to make sure he was where Dave expected him to be, then took a step forward. If Karl so much as murmured some sort of advice, he was going to find himself the wrong end of the horsewhip as well.

The whip was flexible in his hands, feeling both natural and foreign at the same time. Dave realised he had no idea on how to do this, but it couldn’t be too difficult, surely? And if Sean wanted out, all he had to do was drop out of character. No one was forcing him.

Dave paused a little longer, simply staring at him. This looked as though it was possibly worse torture than the actual strike; Sean was shivering with anticipation, his head down, his legs still apart where Dave had pushed them. The outline of Sean’s muscles was very clear as a result of such tension.

The sound of the blow striking him echoed within the ‘hallway’ remarkably, Sean’s grunt almost being completely covered by it. Sean had lowered his head even further, his breathing harder, rougher, beginning to pant. And the red welt was already beginning to rise on that golden skin, either in accusation or simply decoration. The next blow was a lot easier, the mental barrier already breached, allowing Dave to find a rhythm, a pattern to it all. It was hypnotic. Sean didn’t move other than the occasional move of the head, or an arch of the back when the blow was harder than Dave had expected. Strikes were already landing on already bruised skin, causing Sean’s grunts of air to progress to groans and then on to whimpers.

And still the man didn’t move away from the throne, as though his life depended on him staying put. Dave’s eyes were fixed on him, Karl almost completely forgotten until the man moved slightly. Dave glanced at him, recognising the fixed fascinated stare that Karl was giving Sean, recognising the fact that for whatever reason this was seriously turning on the younger man.

Karl realised he was being watched, and turned cautious hazel eyes towards David as though expecting to be chucked out. There was a pause in the air, filled only with Sean’s heavy breathing.

“ So what was this about?” asked Karl in such a low voice it was almost a whisper. “ What did he do?” There was no disgust in his voice, just honest curiosity. “ I didn’t think Boromir made mistakes,”

“ Oh, he does. Trust me, he does,” Dave watched Karl a little longer, then looked back at Sean. Red criss-crosses decorated the older man’s skin. One had obviously been a little too overenthusiastic and had broken the skin slightly, although Sean hadn’t cried out for that one either.

Passing the whip to ‘Eomer’, Dave walked forward, unable to resist. His hand drifted across Sean’s bruised skin, feeling the man hiss in discomfort and automatically give a little jerk forward before willpower took a hand in this. Dave could feel the heat, the trembling of Sean’s body, his broken little gasps of breath, and was shocked to find himself desperate to be buried in him, to press his own body closer to him and feel Sean’s reactions throughout his own.

Dave’s hand drifted down Sean’s backside and between his legs, stroking him. As he had expected, Sean was so hard it was painful, the man’s sob at contact telling Dave all he needed about how desperate the blonde was becoming himself.

“ Faramir,” Karl’s voice was beginning to be ragged behind him. “ Allow me to help. Please,”

“ I’m not sure this is any of Rohan’s business,” said Dave mildly, still stroking Sean gently. “ Although I appreciate the gesture,”

Karl didn’t like this answer, as Dave knew he wouldn’t. ‘Eomer’ stepped forward, his eyes on Sean before drifting to Dave.

“ You want him to learn his lesson, don’t you?” he urged. “ I know ways to make him respect you,”

“ He already does respect me,” David stared at him coldly. “ This isn’t for that, Eomer. This is for… making things right. To balance history.”

Karl shrugged. “ Sure. Fine. Just don’t let him get away with just that. Make him cry out, make him plead with you. Get him begging, Faramir, doing whatever you want him to do,”

David was silent. To say those things didn’t press all sorts of buttons in his head would be a complete outright lie. Karl was looking at him with an eager expression that reminded him slightly of a dog pleading for a chocolate treat. David stroked Sean once more, and dropped his hand away.

” You have suggestions?” he asked finally, aware that Sean had moved his head slightly to be able to give Karl a look. Dave wasn’t entirely sure what sort of a look it was, either positive or poisonous, but at least there still wasn’t a peep out the blonde. Karl gave another swift nod, as though to do more would be to waste valuable porn time, and moved forward, reaching forward with his hand. Sean visibility stiffened his back at this, like a cat confronted by a dog.

“ Eomer, I didn’t say you could touch him. Just make the suggestions. I’ll see whether I want them to become fact,”

Karl paused, looking back at him with narrowed eyes before turning back to Sean with a greedy expression.

“ I was only going to suggest that you allow him to show you how much he wishes to make it up to you,” the ‘horse lord’ said. His hand hovered over Sean’s rear but didn’t touch, although it was clear that high suspicions raced through Sean’s body at the proximity of the hand. “ When were you going to take him? Or was this just an exercise in punishment? He is your brother, after all,” Karl added slyly.

“ Can I take that to mean you want him?” David resisted the urge to fold his arms. “ He’s mine, Eomer.”

“ Sure, what’s a little incest between friends, after all,” replied Karl dryly. There was a noticeable difference in his posture as Dave shifted his position. Karl shook his head. “ That’s fine. Duly noted. However, he’s a clever boy. He can cope with two, surely?”

“ Would you kindly stop referring to my brother as ‘he’? Boromir has a name,” David kept his pointed tone. “ And I suppose you’re saying this in the interests of the unions between our two lands?”

Karl shrugged as if to say ‘why not’. David sighed.

“ This is not a political advantage, Eomer. You want to join in, you owe me – and indeed Boromir – a favour,” Blue eyes rested on Karl in interest. Karl had looked at him warily at the favour suggestion, as Dave knew he would have.

“ Favour?” echoed Karl. “ What sort of favour?”

“ A major one, to be decided later,”

“ That’s hardly fair,” The new king of Rohan sulked.

” I agree. If you don’t like it, there’s the door.” Dave supplied helpfully. The door didn’t even get a glance at it from Karl. A sulkier expression turned up a little later when Sean glanced towards them with a smirk of his own. Dave smiled warmly towards Karl again and placed his hand on Sean’s backside, gently caressing, before sliding two fingers down the cleft. Sean was obviously more than happy to start tormenting someone else as he gave a moan in response, despite the fact that David hadn’t actually touched anywhere that might produce a moan of such quality, and gave a nudge backwards. Now, where did he put the lube again?

Sean moaned again and shifted his hips in invitation, obviously putting on a performance for Karl’s benefit. Not a hiss escaped his lips, despite the fact that David knew he had accidentally nudged against the cut skin. Anyone would assume that Sean was eager and willing, an experienced soul in such matters. Only David could feel exactly how much the man was trembling against him, something that had stepped up ever since the fingers reached his opening. It was one of the main reasons why Dave hadn’t attempted to breach him with a finger already. Sean’s nudges seemed to be all for show, without actively forcing the issue.

A quick look back at Karl told him exactly how much the man was suffering. Hazel eyes darted from Sean to Dave back to Sean, as though expecting the situation to change.

” You want in, you accept the cost of entry,” Dave smiled again.

” If I do this, I want some benefits,” Karl said slowly. “ How do I know that you won’t just use me and that’s it?”

“ You don’t. Next question,” David was searching the few pockets in his costume for where he had placed the damn tube. Thank god he was a ranger. He had heard quite a few of the elves had to forgo underwear due to the panty-line, let alone pockets. Ah! Found it!

“ You would risk war over this?” Karl was obviously in a King mood. David snorted.

“ And what would you cite? That Faramir, Prince of Ithilien, refused to let the King of Rohan fuck his brother, the Steward of Gondor?” David shook his head in amusement. “ I’m not sure how many allies that little statement would get you. And if King Elessar were to hear this, I doubt whether he would have issue with my objections,”

“ And how, exactly, would you explain the whip marks on your brother’s backside?” Karl obviously wasn’t too happy about the whole situation. David shrugged.

“ Marks from *your* whip, Eomer. Not mine,” Friendly smile inserted here, although it was a little shaky. His mind was beginning to become clouded by the fact that his groin screamed for release, something that no doubt Karl was working on.

“ You would claim I beat your brother?” Karl was taken aback. “ That’s … well, that’s evil!”

“ Devious, possibly. Naughty, certainly. Evil, probably not. What’s it to be, Eomer? I confess to feeling not a little frustrated by your constant arguments. Either you wish to be included or you don’t. Choose.” David popped the top off the lube bottle and coated his fingers swiftly. Without bothering to look back at ‘Eomer’, he moved behind Sean again, the older man obviously realising that the game had stepped up a pace and was preparing himself. The blonde jumped slightly at the slippery fingers resting against him, and bowed his head even more.

Dave hesitated, one finger circling the ring of muscle.

” Do it, little brother,” breathed Sean. And David obliged, sliding his finger into him, hearing Sean’s gasp, feeling his body immediately tighten, trying to reject the foreign body before slowly adjusting. David circled his finger within him, slowly beginning to slide it in and out.

“ Relax, Boromir,” murmured David. “ Breathe. That’s it,”

There was a snort from Karl. “ You treat him like an infant,”

“ I would sincerely hope not,“ replied Dave idly, continuing his slow movements.

“ You know what I mean,” snapped Karl. “ That is the General-Captain of the Gondorian army you have underneath you. Take him. Don’t treat him like some virgin maiden. *Just take him!*”

Dave glanced back at him coldly, although beginning to slide the other finger with the first. Sean stiffened again, obviously unused to such things, but swiftly nudged back at him.

“ I will not take him like a tavern whore either, Eomer,” David replied. “ And you’re still here. Can I assume that this means…?”

There was a groan from Karl, who ground his teeth together briefly before nodded. “ Fine. Yes. You have my word,”

Sean nudged against his hand again, demandingly. David looked down at him in surprise. Karl grinned.

“ See? He wants to be taken faster,” Karl’s voice dropped as the man moved closer to David, eyes shining. “ Just press yourself into him. He can take it. Can’t you, Boromir?”

Sean/Boromir didn’t answer, although David could feel the reply in the way the blonde nudged back towards him. No, he couldn’t. Despite everything, the man wasn’t ready and he really didn’t seem to be that experienced in such matters. Perhaps he was used to being on top.

“ Eomer-“ David said warningly. Karl looked innocent.

“ I’m simply suggesting options,”

” Then don’t,” David could already feel himself grow even more flustered about the thought of simply lining up and thrusting directly into the blonde, to feel the muscles surrender under his onslaught, hear Sean’s cry. His fingers had paused inside the blonde as fantasy managed to take control. Finally, Dave shook his head irritably.

“ Faramir. Please,”

That hadn’t come from Karl either. David stared at Sean in surprise, and resisted looking back at Karl, for whom he expected to have a large grin on his face already.

“ I feel a little ganged up on,” said Dave finally and grudgingly. “ You’re not supposed to be backing Rohan, brother,”

Sean shifted. “ I’m not sure how much longer I can stay in this position,” he admitted. Okay, now that was a better reason. Dave glanced at the flagstones, then assessed the rest of the set. If they broke anything, they’d be shot. The floor was the safest option, but hell, it looked uncomfortable even if they did put Boromir’s fur lined cloak on the floor for Sean to kneel on.

David withdrew his fingers and stepped back. “ Okay, move back,” he said softly. Sean shifted himself back up, stretched slightly and gave Karl a hard stare before he moved and dropped to his knees in front of Dave. David hadn’t been prepared for this; he was even less prepared for Sean’s hands on his breeches, releasing him. A warm mouth covered his length almost a second later.

David frantically searched for a curse which was Tolkien relevant.

“ By the Valar!” he finally found, his voice hissed out through his teeth. Sean’s technique needed some serious work, but the enthusiasm was clear enough, and it was *glorious*. David could feel his head tip back as though of its own choice, his hands immediately rest on Sean’s head, resisting the urge to play with the red-gold hair seeming the damn thing was more than likely to come off.

” Boromir…,” David struggled to spit out the words, and closed his eyes again. Sean stepped up the attack, his tongue working. Karl was just a background consideration, like the walls and the roof. Here, now, all that mattered was Sean’s mouth surrounding him.

Suddenly it stopped. Confused, David opened his eyes to see a look of hard annoyance on Sean’s face at Karl’s hand on his shoulder, green eyes glaring back at the Horse Lord of Rohan.

“ He’s taking control again,” Karl reminded David. “ You didn’t tell him to do that,”

Sod it, David wanted to say, but Karl had a point. Sean wasn’t supposed to be running the show here. David nodded and searched the room again, finding a particular narrow table catching his attention. David smiled to himself. Sean had obviously noted this odd behaviour as he frowned and glanced in that direction, trying to work out what Dave had seen.

It wasn’t too difficult. Sean’s wary expression came back to him.

“ You’re not thinking…,” he began slowly, then became a little more animated. “ Father will kill us! That’s the table he uses,”

“ Yes, I know. Up,” Dave glanced to Karl who had a smug expression on his face. “ Get some of that rope, Eomer,”

If Sean’s expression was wary before, it was nothing compared to the look the blonde gave him now. Slowly the man got to his feet, a distinctly nervous look being aimed at the table, before glancing back at Dave as though he might have changed his mind. He hadn’t. Well, they had to do it *somewhere*, and, after all, this table was short enough for Karl to have access to Sean’s talented mouth. After all, they couldn’t threaten war with Rohan for not sharing, could they?

“ Go on, Boromir,” David said softly. Sean was still obviously reluctant, his green eyes flickering to the side as ‘Eomer’ returned with the rope in his hands. Karl looked back at him with a grin on his face.

“ Come on, Boromir. Don’t tell me you’re scared?”

A flash of anger appeared in Sean’s eyes, before that too was swallowed by the nervousness. ‘Boromir’ didn’t shift towards the table. Neither did he run, however. A look that was almost pleading aimed itself back at David, who felt a right bastard for refusing him. ‘Faramir’ shook his head.

” Go on,” he said firmly. “ Making history right, remember?”

Sean’s feet could have been encased in concrete for all the speed and dexterity he was using to move. ‘Boromir’ finally and slowly crossed the room to the table which, at least, was definitely solid. Karl helped this along by putting a hand on Sean’s shoulder and giving him a shove that actually managed to stumble the blonde. A cry of surprise and pain shot out as Eomer’s whip connected to Karl’s thigh.

“ You touch him like that again without permission and you’ll have a lot worse,” David glared at him. “ Boromir, spread yourself over the table on your stomach. Eomer, tie his ankles to the feet of the table. Give him some room, but make sure his legs are spread enough,”

“ What about his hands?” Karl was already busy, having resisted putting a hand in the small of Sean’s back to push him onto the table. ‘Boromir’ had managed it without assistance, although David had a sneaking suspicion that this was purely through force of willpower. Sean’s reluctance was beginning to increase. Gags really wouldn’t be used.

“ Tie him loosely,” instructed David after a moments pause. Karl nodded and continued with far too much eagerness. Finally Sean was tied spread-eagled over the table top, his head over the edge of the table. The cut on his buttocks had completely dried up, not that there had been much to start off with. David frowned at Karl who was busy crooning something to Sean in a low voice so that the words didn’t drift to David, Karl’s hand on Sean’s head.

” Eomer,” snapped Dave, assuming it was another taunt. Karl glanced at him, then rubbed Sean’s head again. Hazel eyes drifted to David in query. David nodded once. The grin on Karl’s face was suddenly huge, the man’s hands already moving to the belt of his costume, pulling it down.

” Boromir?” David didn’t want to inflict this on him without at least some knowledge that Sean was okay with the present position.

“ Go on, little brother,” there had been a pause, but at least the words were out. And there was no more points for confirmation. Praying that Sean would scream or at least bite if he wasn’t happy, David watched for a few moments as ‘Boromir’ took ‘Eomer’ into his mouth before Dave lined himself up against the blonde.

There was a moments further hesitation, and then he was *in*, sliding in reasonably easily then suddenly feeling the whole of Sean’s muscles suddenly slam down on him. Sean gave a muffled sob-moan and David could see Karl had stopped as well, allowing the man to get used to the sensation. David could feel Sean trembling around him, could feel the heavy breathing that Sean was now doing, almost panting. There was a suddenly fear that they would suffocate him, that the oxygen that Sean was so desperately demanding just wasn’t going to get to him.

David was on the point of ordering Karl to back off completely when Sean took a deeper breath, and suddenly started to pay Karl further attention. Karl’s moan was warm and honest in the air of the set. Sean gradually began to relax, the muscles that had been so tight on David that to move would feel like ripping through them begin to loosen their grip. Dave moved slightly, felt himself slide inside Sean.

“ Oh, yes,” moaned Karl, presumably to himself. Sean, who must have been in an awkward position, picked up the pace anyway, pausing only as Dave gripped hold of his determination and thrust harder inside the waiting body. There was a muffled groan, echoed by Karl who presumably was benefiting from the vibrations that this would cause.

Dave could feel Sean shifting underneath him, but Karl had done a far too good job on the ropes. He really wasn’t going anywhere. The Australian’s thrusts began to increase in confidence and speed, let alone power. Suddenly there was a real danger to damaging Denethor’s table although this fear was banished to the rear of Dave’s mind. All he could focus on was Sean underneath him, the far away expression in Karl’s face in front of him, the noises. David thrust again, harder, wanting to touch Sean but realising that the poor blonde was probably being squashed as it was, simply taking it.

A jerk underneath him suggested that he had managed to reach the perfect angle as far as Sean was concerned, Karl almost yelping as presumably teeth entered his end of things. There were further sounds of muted panting from Sean, a strange half whimper that Dave wasn’t sure was in pain or in pleasure. However, by Karl’s expression the Brit had certainly managed to re-enter the swing of things once again, a blissful look entering those hazel eyes.

Looking at Karl was a really bad idea if you wanted to last more than a few seconds. Dave took another deep breath and tried to focus. Sean clenched around him again as David thrust harder, a low pitiful cry escaping from the older man. Breathe… breathe…

Sean was difficult to ignore and by this time David was getting fed up of trying. He could feel his release hovering in the background, waiting for that opening when Dave wasn’t paying attention. It was compelling and so very ready, the ache in his lower regions was beginning to overtake every other necessity including the one to breathe, and god was it difficult not to just-

David’s cry as he came was loud, his hands tightening on Sean’s hips as he shuddered into him. Karl wasn’t too long after him, although the man had managed to pull his erection from the depths of Sean’s mouth just before coming, presumably not to try and choke the poor blonde whose swallowing abilities were probably extremely compromised at this point.

Panting, Dave withdrew slowly from Sean and stood there, simply waiting for his heartbeat to return to something approaching normality. There was a smug grin on ‘Eomer’s’ face, as though the horse lord had managed to win the battle single-handedly. Dave watched as Karl stroked his finger down Sean’s face lightly, before ‘Eomer’ bend forward and kissed him gently.

“ Eomer,” Dave wasn’t sure whether to keep up the pretence, but Sean hadn’t come yet and it was only fair to give him a chance. “ Free his hands,”

Karl glanced up at him, surprised. “ You mean you’re not going to do more?”

“ You’re the one who objected to the incest,” Dave pointed out.

“ Yes, but that was when I thought I wasn’t going to get anything,” Karl replied just as patiently. He bent to unfasten the ropes, allowing them to slide to the floor. Sean pushed himself off the table with shaky arms, waiting patiently for Dave to rid him of the ankle restraints. The man looked flushed and uncomfortable, a solid line from the table across his thighs where the edge had dug in.

Dave stepped forward, moving a few strands of the red-gold wig out the way of Sean’s eyes, watching him. Green eyes flickered to him briefly before moving off in what appeared to be embarrassment.

“ Boromir?” Dave asked softly. Green eyes flickered back to him in answer, narrowing slightly. David grinned at him and kissed him lightly on the lips, tasting the salt from Karl.

“ My debt is paid?” asked Sean finally, and his voice was rough and husky from the panting.

“ Your debt is paid,” replied David with a smile. Their eyes drifted to Karl’s, who was watching them suspiciously. David’s smile increased in pleasantness.

“ And yours,” he said. “ is only just beginning,”

END.