The Prince And The Haradrim

Teleziel sat on the edge of the pool and dangled his legs into the warm water. He found the idea of completely submerging himself in the water decadent. Water was scarce for the Haradrim and they did not waste it. Reaching down, he splashed water from his cupped hands on his torso and thighs. Once, his naked body was a source of shame. The scars from those long ago nights of self-hatred and insecurity had faded to thin, pale lines barely visible on his creamy skin.

His black curls flowed down his back, allowed to grow freely. He kept his face clean shaven, unlike the Men of the West, and his dark eyes were heavily fringed with thick black lashes that lent to him an exotic look that contrasted sharply with those he lived among. But the one thing he’d longed for all his life he’d only found among the Westerners, acceptance. And, as if the gods offered him a blessing after all his suffering, he found something completely unexpected; love.

Sliding forward on the tiles, Teleziel’s feet lightly touched the bottom of the square pool. He settled back on the narrow ledge beneath the water and titled his head against the pool’s edge and closed his eyes. A smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Faramir walked softly, careful to be as silent as possible, as he moved through his chambers to his private bathing room. He knew he’d find Teleziel there, as he did every evening, submerged to his neck in scented water. Faramir found his young lover’s fascination with the bathing pool amusing and, at times, as puzzling as the scars on his body had first been. He paused by the bed and quickly divested himself of his heavy robes and breeches and soft indoor shoes. As odd as others might have found it, he, too, looked forward to the time of day when the sun dipped slowly toward the earth’s edge, calling a halt to the endless meetings and responsibilities that were required of him. Too, it meant a moment alone with Teleziel, his one-time prisoner and now the sole owner of his heart.

He leaned against the jamb watching how the candle light played on Teleziel’s dark hair and skin. Even now, after his near fatal brushes with death and the loss of both friends and family, he managed to look much younger than his years. He bore the deep scars of his personal losses easily these days, though at first it had been difficult for him. For them both.  Mutual loneliness forged a bond between them that only strengthened as they suffered mutual loss. Only in Ithilien had they found peace and turned their sorrow to joy. Teleziel hated Minas Tirith, particularly Osgiliath where he’d lost two men he’d admired most, Damrod and Mablung. On the Pelennor Fields, he’d discovered the mangled bodies of his family and former love, defeated Haradrim who’d beaten, raped, and then left him to die. The city had become an uncomfortable reminder and Faramir took Teleziel there  as little as possible.

Shifting away from the door, he walked toward the pool and Teleziel. When he was almost upon him, Faramir knelt and pulled his fingers through the heavy black hair. “May I join you?”

The dark eyes fluttered open and the slight smile blossomed into a full, welcoming grin. “I have been waiting,” he lifted his hands out of the water and held them out to Faramir.

The prince eased himself into the water next to Teleziel and pulled the slight frame against his own. Their lips met and the Haradrim’s mouth opened beneath his, inviting him to explore the velvet heat within. Faramir’s tongue dove into Teleziel’s mouth, gliding along the wet tongue as their lips met. When they were both breathless, they broke apart and Faramir kissed Teleziel’s damp forehead and closed eyelids. He lowered his head and touched his lips to Teleziel’s long throat and over his shoulders.

“Later,” Teleziel pushed Faramir’s head away as the prince’s tongue danced over a nipple that instantly puckered. “I have a surprise for you, but you will spoil it if you do not stop.”

Faramir lifted his head and his brow arched. “What kind of surprise?”

Teleziel laughed and rolled his eyes. “Let me wash you,” he answered and picked  up a scented cake of soap.

Faramir leaned back and spread his arms along the pool’s edge, allowing Teleziel to lather the soap over his body. Slick hands swirled through the hairs on his chest, down his ribs and back up over his shoulders and arms. The smell of lavender and vanilla tickled his nose and he shifted forward so Teleziel could wash his back. The clever Haradrim moved lower beneath the water, touching Faramir every where but his hands never stayed still for long as they glided over Faramir’s hips and thighs, between his legs to his tightening scrotum. He allowed Teleziel to pull him forward, dunking him beneath the water to rinse off the soap.

When his head reemerged, he brushed water from his eyes. “Your turn.”

But Teleziel only smiled a secret smile and shook his head. “No, it is time to get out, I think.”

The simple statement confused Faramir for a moment. It was a standing ritual between them, to bathe one another. “Part of my surprise?”

“Yes,” Teleziel admitted as he climbed from the pool and scooped up a robe that he held out to his lover.

Gripped by curiosity, Faramir climbed out after Teleziel and allowed the Haradrim to drape his robe over his shoulders and lead him to the bedroom. He stood by the bed as his lover gather the discarded clothes to a nearby chair and piled them haphazardly.

“Lie down,” Teleziel commanded in his oddly accented voice, and then, when Faramir flopped onto his back, “turn over.”

Without a flicker of reserve, Faramir rolled over and propped his chin on his folded forearms. He could hear his lover moving around behind him and felt the bed shift as Teleziel’s weight settled next to him. He heard a slight popping sound and a new scent trickled to his nose. He tried to turn his head, but Teleziel, for all his delicate looks, was a warrior and proved it with quick reflexes that pinned Faramir’s head in place. “Lie still.”

“Whatever it is, it smells,” and here Faramir was at a loss for words. It smelled of the sea and growing things. It smelled of the wind and the rain. Of snow covered mountains and spring meadows.

“The elves made it,” Teleziel said quietly in a voice mixed with awe and fear. Haradrim legend had a different view of the elves and he was afraid of them, often avoiding even those who came on business to Ithilien and as friends of Faramir.

“It must be special indeed, then, for you to brave an elf for it.” Faramir teased his lover only a little, knowing that the Haradrim meant neither harm or disrespect to the First Born.  The scent grew more intense and Teleziel’s hands settled on Faramir’s back. Immediately, his skin heated as his lover rubbed his shoulders, smoothing in the oil he’d poured from the bottle onto his hand. With a sigh, Faramir closed his eyes.

“They said so,” Teleziel murmured as he rubbed and massaged Faramir’s back. He was fascinated by the smooth flesh, the way it rippled over the firm muscles, moved beneath his hands. He delighted in the smell and taste of it, the texture against his tongue. Even as he smoothed the warm oil over his lover, his mind drifted, remembering other evenings and times when they’d been together. Faramir was a generous lover and Teleziel learned much from him, had learned to take and give pleasure equally. His hand pressed against Faramir’s buttocks, kneading the hard mounds before running over the back of the strong thighs. He poured more oil into his palms and massaged Faramir’s legs from his thighs to his feet, taking his time as he worked the oil into his lover’s body.

The elves had told him another use for the oil, but he wasn’t at all certain he trusted them enough to try it. They told him that it could be used to coat Faramir’s cock and to ease his own passage. The elves had assured him the oil, once it came into contact with skin, would warm, but not grow hot and would be pleasurable.

Faramir’s body grew lose and relaxed and he had to force himself to concentrate. “Is that all they said?” He inquired, hearing a note of uncertainty in his lover’s voice.

“They said it has other uses,” Teleziel concentrated on the massage.

Faramir’s mouth curled into a wicked grin. “I’m sure it does. The elves are very handy with oils and salves. Shall I turn over?”

Leaning back, Teleziel cradled the bottle to prevent its spilling. “Please.”

Faramir rolled onto his back and lay spread eagle on the bed. “It probably doesn’t taste bad, either.”

Teleziel titled his head and frowned. “How would you know such a thing?”

Faramir laughed. “The blood of the First Born runs through the veins of the Men of the West. Long they remained hidden from the world, but we always knew they were there. They left behind their lore and their legends. Some of us preserved it.”

Drizzling oil from his cupped palm, Teleziel watched as the drops beaded and pooled in the fine hairs of Faramir’s chest. His arm moved slowly down, dripping the oil from his fingers onto his lover’s stomach, navel, and over the tops of his thighs.

“You missed a spot,” Faramir teased.

The dark eyes shifted and an impish smile played around the corner of Teleziel’s mouth.  He picked up the bottle from between his thighs and poured it on his fingers, then holding his hand over Faramir’s crotch, he allowed the oil to drip slowly.  He watched Faramir’s reaction from the corner of his dark eyes.

The oil warmed against his skin and Faramir sighed. “Touch me, Teleziel, rub it in.”

Lowering his hand, Teleziel did as he was told, lightly holding Faramir in the circle of his thumb and fingers. At his touch, Faramir grew harder, and Teleziel twisted his hand around, smoothing the oil onto his lover’s cock.  Faramir’s eyes fluttered closed and a sly smile tugged the corners of his mouth as Teleziel’s hand coated him with the warm, scented oil. His whole body tingled. Teleziel’s smile echoed Faramir’s as he continued to stroke his lover. He leaned forward and touched his lips to Faramir’s.

Their lips parted and Faramir dipped his tongue within Teleziel’s sweetness. Their tongues met, dueled, slid along one another. Teleziel breathed out; Faramir breathed in. Both sighed. Turning his head, Teleziel swiped his tongue along the edge of Faramir’s mouth before capturing the full bottom lip between his teeth.

Drops of pre-cum sprinkled the Haradrim’s thumb and he rubbed it over the smooth head. Shifting his body, he straddled Faramir’s hips. He leaned forward, once more capturing Faramir’s lips with his own. His erection rubbed through the bristly hairs on Faramir’s belly. He rose up on his knees and reached behind him, clasping the heavy cock once more in his hand. Teleziel lowered himself, nudging his own opening with Faramir’s cock. Unprepared as he was, he winced and swallowed as the thick cock penetrated his opening. Faramir’s warm hands steadied him and he smiled as he slid a little further down. As he impaled himself on Faramir’s cock, he began to feel full and stretched. The wonderful feeling of completeness over took him and he thrust down with finality. He arched his back and his black hair fell around his shoulders.

Faramir moaned softly and spread his knees wider, propping them beneath Teleziel’s thighs to brace him. His hands fluttered over Teleziel’s lean waist and thighs. He touched his lover’s hard cock, stroked it gently, feeling the rigid muscles beneath he satin skin. The purpled head leaked clear fluid and he felt Teleziel tremble.

Drawing up his knees, Teleziel put his hands on Faramir’s shoulders until he was bent forward. His feet pressed against the mattress, rocking his body against his lover’s. The movement forced Faramir’s cock against his inner place and Teleziel gasped with the pleasure of it and he rocked even harder, seeking more and more of the sweet contact. His fingers dug into Faramir’s shoulders and he groaned as he felt his lover’s hands on him, stroking him.

Faramir arched his back, pushing deeper into Teleziel, feeling the tight heat squeezing him. The muscles contracted around him, rippled, sent delightful shivers vibrating through his cock. He stared up at the Haradrim, watching sweat bead on the soft, flushed skin. His lover’s throat worked as he whimpered and Faramir worked harder at the stiff muscle in his palm, stroking it more quickly, knowing each movement brought his lover greater pleasure, closer to release. His hips cleared the mattress, driving his cock deeper into Teleziel.

His head dropped to his chin and his breath began whistling between his teeth as slammed his body against Faramir’s. The warm oil on Faramir’s cock coated his passage and tingled. Every sensual thrust brushed his secret spot and brought a whimper of pleasure from him. Faramir’s hand on him sent him over the edge and long moan, he arched his back, pressing harder against his lover as his semen coated Faramir’s hand and chest.

As his lover’s body stiffened above him, Faramir thrust up as far as he could, feeling the deep inner muscles lock around him. They squeezed him tightly, drawing from him his own aching release. His groan echoed Teleziel’s as he coated his lover’s passage with his essence. His hands went around Teleziel’s waist, pulling him down for a long, sweet kiss.

Teleziel sprawled on Faramir’s chest and played with his long hair. The oil on Faramir’s skin warmed his own. They lay quietly, legs entangled, enjoying the special moment between them when words were not needed. In the dimness of the room, Teleziel had no past; he had only the moment of here and now.