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In the House of Gondor	By : LuckyPanda13 Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-�omer
- 2-Faramir
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“Stop worrying, ‘Wyn. I’ll be fine.” Faramir awoke to Éomer arguing softly with his sister in the pre-dawn light. The past day had been filled with more laughter and sadness than Faramir could remember. Éomer and Éowyn were both kind and gentle people, despite the king’s outrageous size. The man was built like an oak tree, tall and strong and unbending under the pressures of his kingly duties. Éomer spent his last free day arranging his portion of the march to the Black Gates, making Faramir and Éowyn laugh, and flirting with a blushing Faramir. Éowyn pointed out his blushing at one point, making the flush all the worse. Faramir didn’t know how the king managed to lighten the mood so thoroughly without losing sight of his responsibilities. Éomer spent his last night in Faramir’s bed again, enveloping Faramir in warmth and safety.
“I’ll stop worrying when you come back safe, ‘Mer.” Éowyn replied, worry making her tone biting and harsh. Faramir blinked his eyes open to see the king had already donned his armor and held his helmet in his hands. Another man, similarly dressed, stood anxiously next to the door, waiting to leave. Faramir assumed it was Éomer’s second, trying to keep him to a schedule. Faramir stood up and walked to the balcony, trying to give them more privacy. He glanced back at the sound of Éomer’s voice, catching a glimpse of his warm eyes.
“Relax.” Éomer pressed a kiss to Éowyn’s forehead and brushed hair from her face. “Get well. I’ll return and then we can discuss your potential suitors.”
“I love you, ‘Mer.” Éowyn blinked back tears and hugged him tightly.
“I love you, too, ‘Wyn.” Éomer straightened and looked at Faramir. Embarrassed, Faramir turned back to the city, watching as the approaching dawn began filling the city with grey light. Faramir felt Éomer approach him silently. The warmth that had eased Faramir into a deep sleep during the past two nights was back at his side as Éomer leaned against the railing next to him.
“I wish you good fortune on the march ahead.” Faramir said, not looking at the young king.
“Thank you.” Éomer said politely. He was always so polite. “Good luck with your recovery. And good luck when you deal with my sister.” Faramir couldn’t help the smile even though it was likely Éomer would die. His heart sank. The man was kind and gentle in a way that Faramir wouldn’t have expected from the Rohirrim Boromir had told him about. Boromir respected him, which probably biased Faramir’s first impression, but Faramir couldn’t care anymore. The king had managed to worm his way into Faramir’s affections from the first night when Faramir caught him staring. Éomer had looked shocked and utterly adorable in that first moment. Then, his next actions helped Faramir from eternal embarrassment as Éomer held him back from attacking Aragorn in pain.
“I’m sure I’ll need all the luck I can get.” Faramir teased. Éomer chuckled then Faramir’s eyes met the chocolate brown of the king and his heart stuttered.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” Éomer said, wrapping an arm around the captain’s shoulders and hugging tightly. Faramir hugged him back.
“You had better be.” He murmured. “I don’t know if I can deal with Éowyn by myself.”
“She is a brat.” Éomer chuckled in Faramir’s ear. Faramir looked up at the absurdly tall man and Éomer stole a gentle kiss, making Faramir’s heart race. Their first kiss had stolen his breath and heart at once and they hadn’t kissed once since. Faramir figured it was the king being polite, as he was want to do, but it was also probably to save Éowyn’s feelings. Regardless, Faramir was not the least bit prepared when Éomer kissed him again, so his heart still beat wildly and his breath still stopped in his chest.
“Éomer…” Faramir didn’t know what he was going to say, but the king stopped him with another kiss.
“Faramir,” Éomer smiled, “In the deepest, calmest hours of the night when you have naught but your own company, I hope my image fills you with bliss*.” Faramir blinked, feeling his heart stop as his jaw threatened to drop and his face tried to set itself on fire. Had Éomer just…? Based upon the mischievous grin on the king’s features, he had indeed. Faramir couldn’t stop the blush as his mind replayed the words over and over. Faramir could hardly believe that Éomer had just told him that he wanted Faramir to masturbate to thoughts of him.
“You’re incorrigible.” Faramir couldn’t help the chuckle and Éomer grinned, sneaking another kiss.
“That I am.” Éomer stepped away, making a knot wrangle itself into Faramir’s chest. “Just ask ‘Wyn. I’ll be back, my dear captain, and we’ll discuss my last request in detail.” Faramir felt his flush deepen and he laughed through his embarrassment, making Éomer smile warmly.
“Ensure that you return.” Faramir leaned against the balcony, tilting his head in amusement. “I’d hate for the fruits of my labor to go unrewarded.” A blush erupted on Éomer’s face and the king smiled wryly.
“Of course.” He bowed, taking Faramir’s hand and kissing it. “Until I return.” With that, the king returned to his second, who looked more amused than anything else. Faramir watched Éomer depart before turning to watch the armies gather outside the gates of Minas Tirith. He watched the sun creep over the horizon and spill golden light across the combined forces of Rohan and Gondor. He spotted the golden-clad armor of Éomer and smiled to himself.
“He truly cares for you.” Faramir managed to withhold his jump of surprise as Éowyn joined him.
“I know.” Faramir replied, unable to hide his grin. Éowyn smiled at him. A thought flashed through Faramir’s mind and his smile abruptly faded. Éowyn’ eyes narrowed at him.
“You’re thinking.” She accused. “And that never bodes well in matters of the heart.”
“He is king. He will need heirs.” Faramir shrugged. “As much as we might care for each other, it cannot be.” Éowyn snorted an unladylike curse and Faramir looked at her, surprised.
“Pardon me, I am but a humble lady of Rohan,” She rolled her eyes, “And I do not know the ways of those in Gondor, but who cares?” Faramir felt his jaw drop. “Éomer will be a great king and the men of Rohan will wish for his happiness. If it is another man who gives their king that, who are they to judge? If he adopts all of the orphans in Rohan and Gondor and that makes him happy, who are they to judge? If he names me his heir, who are they to judge?” Éowyn smiled wryly, her face contorting identically to Éomer’s. “In Rohan, it is what a man does that determines his worth as king, not whether he has blood-related children.”
“Does Éomer feel the same way, milady?” Faramir asked. “Does he not want children of his own?”
“He does.” Éowyn admitted. “He loves children. He always has. That being said, he has always known he would have to adopt them if he wanted any.” It took Faramir a moment to understand her meaning.
“Always?” He asked. Éowyn smiled.
“Always.” She confirmed. “The male form has always held more pleasure for him than that of a female. My brother and I are identical in that respect.” Faramir smiled again and turned back to the departing armies.
“I do not know what will happen between us.” He admitted.
“Nor should you.” Éowyn replied.
“I will do everything I can to see you as happy as I am.” Faramir promised her. Éowyn hugged him gently.
“Do not trouble yourself.” She murmured. Faramir rolled his eyes, knowing the battle between Éowyn and his cousin would be hard won. It would be worth it to see Éomer’s face finally light up in happiness without the flicker of concern and sadness for his sister behind his eyes.
“I promised your brother I would take care of you.” Faramir said. Éowyn rolled her eyes.
“Of course you did.”
“And that means seeing you find a man who truly loves you.” Faramir finished.
“You’re both so stubborn.” Éowyn frowned, turning back to the mass of warriors leaving the fields.
“Perhaps.” Faramir hugged her from behind, lending her his strength. They stood until the sun had risen high in the sky and the black dots that represented the forces of Men were lost to the horizon.
The next week was the miserable for Faramir. He knew it would take at least that long for them to reach Morannon, but he also knew how every day would be a danger, both in riding and in the potential bands of orcs and wildmen that stood between Minas Tirith and Morannon. He managed to distract both himself and Éowyn by introducing her to his cousin. Amrothos fell for her instantly, making Faramir laugh hysterically. Éowyn was a little slower to fall for his charms, as the idiot was charismatic, but she had been too badly hurt to be swept away by him so easily. Amrothos was patient though and didn’t give up easily. Faramir enjoyed the time and effort Amrothos went into in order to better woo Éowyn and he knew that Éowyn appreciated the effort. He knew that Éomer would appreciate the effort almost more than his sister. Éomer…
Every thought somehow led to the king and every instance the king filled his mind he recalled the danger and improbability of Éomer surviving the mission he had departed on. It hurt more than he thought it would, to imagine life if Éomer didn’t come back. Well, he mused, if everything failed, he wouldn’t be miserable for too long. He didn’t want to think of the possibility of Man succeeding and Éomer falling in the hard-won victory. Despite the negative thoughts that pervaded his mind, he couldn’t keep himself from obeying the last demand Éomer placed upon him. His nights were, true to Éomer’s words, filled with thoughts and images of the king doing vastly inappropriate and impossibly pleasurable things with him. Embarrassment filled him every day as he recalled his nightly ministrations, as well as his fuzzy memories of what happened in the baths when he was still injured, but he couldn’t keep himself from stopping enjoying the memories and fantasies. Part of Faramir was deeply annoyed that of all the things he could be suffering from, a lack of sex with his partner was what was plaguing his mind. He almost wished Éomer was suffering just as much except he knew how dangerous such a distraction could be on the battlefield.
It was another week before Gondor received any word of what happened at the Black Gates. Amrothos never left Éowyn’s side anymore and, if her giggling was anything to measure it by, she had finally given in to his affections. Faramir abruptly knew how Éowyn had felt before Éomer left for the battle. It hurt, seeing one person you cared about fall in love when you didn’t have a love of your own. Faramir spent as much time as he could training and working through his injury, hoping he could finally be back to normal soon. Loud cheering broke out in the streets and the bells began ringing. Faramir turned toward the balcony in surprise, ignoring how Amrothos literally fell off Éowyn’s bed, when the horns blasted.
The horns of Rohan.
As well as the horns of Gondor, but Faramir didn’t focus on that as he sprinted to the balcony, nearly throwing himself off as he spotted the army trailing over the horizon. They were too far out to spot any individual, but the army was significantly smaller than it had been when they left. Faramir’s heart fluttered as Éowyn and Amrothos joined him on the balcony.
“I know those horns.” Éowyn gasped, tears running down her face.
“They’re back.” Amrothos agreed, hugging her tightly.
“We’ll have an hour before they reach the gate.” Faramir heard his voice, as if from far away. He turned from the balcony and ran to his bed, shoving his feet into his boots.
“Can we meet them there?” Éowyn asked, eyes wide. Faramir shot her a grin.
“I’m the Captain of Gondor. We can go wherever we please.”
Less than five minutes later, they were leaving the Houses of Healing for the first time since they had been brought in. Whoever Aragorn had left to keep an eye on all his patients was a ridiculously stubborn man who was given authority over the guards in the Houses, preventing Faramir from leaving every single time. The arrival of the army, however, had stolen everyone’s attention, so all three of them were able to get out without being stopped. They hurried down to the gate, which took a half hour by itself, where the majority of Minas Tirith had gathered, waiting for the armies to return with baited breath. Faramir led Amrothos and Éowyn to a small alcove that was above the crowd, granting them a better view of the gates. True to Faramir’s word, it took another half hour before the beginnings of the army got close to the gate.
“Make a path to the Houses of Healing!” The first person through the gate was a courier. Immediately, people shoved to the edges of the street, trying to make enough room for the mass of warriors and horses into the city. It wasn’t ten minutes before haggard and wearily happy men streamed through the gates. With bated breath, Faramir watched the warriors get recognized as tears of joy flowed. Tears of pain wouldn’t happen until the entire army had entered and individuals were recognized as missing. People started cheering in earnest as Aragorn entered the gates with his envoy on his heels. Gandalf, Pippin, Legolas, Gimli, and Éomer.
Instantly, something inside Faramir broke and he had to bite back the tears that threatened to spill in relief. Éowyn had no such qualms and she burst into ecstatic sobs. Amrothos hugged her, smiling happily as his two brothers also followed behind the kings. Éomer’s eyes shot up to the Houses and he smiled to himself, making Faramir grin.
“Éomer!” Éowyn called. Éomer turned his head sharply, hearing his name over the din of cheers, but unable to locate the source. Faramir joined his voice to hers, but Éomer couldn’t find them before he had already passed by.
“Come on.” Faramir led Éowyn and Amrothos through the crowd. “They’ll go to the throne room first thing to meet with the leaders and inform them of what happened.”
“We won’t be able to beat them there.” Éowyn replied, gesturing to the mass of people in the streets. Amrothos and Faramir shared an amused glance.
“You’re with two natives of Minas Tirith.” Amrothos teased her gently. “Trust me, we’ll beat them there.” Éowyn still looked disbelieving until Faramir and Amrothos led her to a narrow alley she had never seen before.
“This goes all the way through the levels?” She asked, staring up the steep path, mouth open.
“Yep.” Amrothos grinned. “We could walk and take frequent breaks and still be there before anyone else taking the normal route.”
“These are the drains.” Faramir explained as they made their way up. “We needed some way to get the water out from the top of the city without flooding every level beneath.”
“I see.” Éowyn smiled, wiping the tears from her face. It only took them fifteen minutes to get to the top of Minas Tirith and go to the throne room, where all the city leaders waited. It didn’t take another five for the doors to be thrown open by the guards for Aragorn to enter with Éomer at his heels. Éomer’s eyes found Faramir, Éowyn, and Amrothos and his body froze for an instant before he dodged past Aragorn. Faramir felt his heart leap happily, but he knew the king would go for his sister first. The bond between the siblings was strong, just like his bond had been with Boromir. He was understandably surprised when Éomer swept him into his arms first.
Faramir felt Éomer relax into the hug, as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The king allowed Faramir’s feet back onto the floor before kissing him soundly. Whatever potential embarrassment Faramir might have had died in the wake of Éomer’s adoration. By the time he was released, Faramir was breathless and completely in love with the overly-huge idiot before him. Éomer swept his sister into a bear hug almost immediately after, spinning her around as she started crying again. Faramir glanced over at the rest of the company in the hall, face bright red, to discover that absolutely no one was paying attention to them. Well, Pippin’s ears were bright red, indicating that he had been watching, but not a single pair of eyes was focused on the reunion.
“This is Amrothos, ‘Mer.” Éowyn introduced her brother to the man who had captured her heart. Faramir looked at Éomer as the king’s eyebrow shot up, his eyes focusing on how Éowyn’s hand joined with Amrothos. He glanced at Faramir, who shrugged and indicated his cousin.
“You break her heart and I’ll break you.” Éomer said calmly.
“Éomer!” Éowyn glowered at her brother.
“I’d give myself to you willingly.” Amrothos said, just as calmly.
“Amrothos!” Éowyn rolled her eyes in annoyance.
“If you hurt my cousin, I’ll kill you.” Amrothos continued as if Éowyn hadn’t spoken. Faramir turned bright red and shoved his face into his hands.
“Frankly,” Éomer draped an arm over Faramir’s shoulders, “I think he’d kill me first.” Faramir gave Éomer a withering look. Amrothos dragged Éowyn into a kiss, happily ignoring Éomer and Faramir. The king pressed a kiss to Faramir’s head and glanced at the meeting going on at the other side of the room, obviously thinking about how he should be present for it. A tiny voice of mischief spoke up in Faramir’s mind and a grin spread of his features. Standing on his toes, because the king was impossibly tall, Faramir managed to reach Éomer’s ear.
“In the deepest, calmest hours of the night when I had naught but my own company, your image did fill me with bliss.” He muttered. Instantly, Éomer’s entire posture stiffened and his eyes widened. He growled darkly at the captain, who kept his face neutral as Éowyn returned her attention to them. Faramir watched amused as Éomer warred with himself for a long moment. With a heavy sigh, Éomer released Faramir and joined the other group, shooting the captain a dark look that promised all the pleasure Faramir had been dreaming about for the past fortnight.
“What did you say?” Éowyn asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“I don’t think you want to know.” Amrothos muttered, glancing between Éomer’s dark looks at Faramir and the blush on Faramir’s ears. Éowyn opened her mouth to speak, but spotted Éomer’s stiff posture and her mouth snapped shut, a blush covering her features.
“You’re worse than he is!” She accused finally.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Faramir replied, sniffing haughtily. Éowyn gave him a look that said he was fooling no one.
“Then what did you say to my brother?” She asked.
“I merely reminded him of the request he made of me before he left and how I fulfilled said request.” Faramir managed to fight back the blush that threatened to give his words a worse connotation. Éowyn’s eyes narrowed.
“What sort of request?” She asked.
“I don’t want to know!” Amrothos whined. “Please don’t tell me! Tell her if you want just not near me!”
“Fine.” Éowyn pouted. “Don’t tell.”
“I need to go meet up with my brothers.” Amrothos said.
“They’ll probably head to the Houses, first.” Éowyn suggested. “To check on you. They’d assume Lothíriel would be with you.”
“Oh, no.” Amrothos flinched at his sister’s name. “I didn’t tell her I was leaving the Houses. She’s going to kill me!”
“Amrothos…” Éowyn rolled her eyes at the man’s childish behavior. “Let’s go.”
“But, ‘Wyn!”
“Come on, you big baby.” Éowyn pulled him towards the door. “Faramir, will you tell ‘Mer that we’re probably going to have dinner with Am’s family?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she left with her future husband in tow.
“I have to go see to my patients.” Aragorn announced, pulling Faramir’s attention from laughing at Amrothos getting dragged away by Éowyn to watching how the hobbit looked at the king expectantly. “We’ll start with Sam and Frodo before we check on Merry.” Aragorn looked faintly amused by how Pippin grinned in relief. Faramir chuckled as the hobbit practically dragged the King of Gondor towards the Houses of Healing. Legolas, Gimli, and Gandalf all laughed as they followed the King and hobbit more sedately. Éomer returned to Faramir’s side, his brown eyes impossibly darker as he narrowed his eyes at the captain.
“Éowyn and Amrothos will be spending the evening with his family.” Faramir relayed the message obediently.
“I see.” Éomer’s expression didn’t shift an inch. “And what about you?” Faramir blinked in surprise and abruptly realized that Éomer was giving him yet another chance to back out. Rolling his eyes fondly, the captain pressed a kiss to Éomer’s chin, which was the only thing he could reach.
“I believe that someone owes me a reward for the completion of the request he gave to me.” Faramir couldn’t stop the blush, but he did feel smug at the uncontrollable lust in the king’s eyes.
“Of course.” Éomer’s hand touched Faramir’s jaw and a spark of tenderness appeared through his desire. “How dare I forget?” Abruptly, Faramir realized that the king was waiting for him to take the lead. Since the king had never taken advantage of the hospitality Aragorn offered him, Éomer didn’t have anywhere to stay and would have no idea where he was going even if he had been given a room.
“Uh, do you want a tour of the palace?” Faramir asked, biting his lip.
“Drawing out your reward, I see.” Éomer teased. “Lead on.” Faramir flushed again, knowing the king was flirting and enjoying every moment of it. Faramir walked through the halls of the palace, telling Éomer every little detail about the history or art or architecture that he had learned in his studies with Gandalf. Éomer absorbed the knowledge with the same reverence and respect Faramir always had, making Faramir smile in the thought that he had chosen well. They were nearly to his rooms and had explored every inch of the palace when he realized that he had been saying goodbye to Minas Tirith the entire time.
“What’s wrong?” Éomer asked, making Faramir realize that he had stopped moving in the middle of his stride.
“Nothing.” Faramir shook his head, recalling every detail about the tour he had been giving and knowing in his heart that he wouldn’t be living there anymore. He didn’t know if he would be with Éomer, considering they had never discussed it, but he knew that the pain of his father’s death compounded upon the death of his brother would never allow him to live in the palace again. A deep sadness filled his chest and he opened his mouth to speak when Éomer kissed him gently.
“Talk to me.” The king asked softly. Faramir shrugged, not knowing what words he could use to explain the pain of leaving his childhood home for forever and the guilt of feeling a little happy at the potential adventure of living somewhere else and learning the culture of that other place.
“I’m… saying goodbye.” Faramir finally forced the words out. Understanding filled Éomer’s worried gaze and he smiled gently.
“Where will you go?” Éomer asked.
“I…” Faramir wanted to say “with you”, but he couldn’t get the words out. He couldn’t force himself upon the king in that way, not when they hadn’t even talked about their future or if “they” was even possible. Faramir sighed heavily and shrugged instead of replying.
“You don’t have to decide.” Éomer said. “And you don’t even have to tell me. But, just know, Faramir, son of Denethor, Captain of Gondor, that there will always be a place for you in Edoras.”
“In Edoras?” Faramir couldn’t say if he was thrilled by the invitation or a little upset by the lack of specificity.
“By my side.” Éomer clarified. Faramir’s heart stopped. “I wouldn’t hold it against you if you’d rather stay somewhere else and with… someone else. But, I’ll wait for you. I have to be King of Rohan, so I would have to stay in Edoras, and I wouldn’t be able to travel as much, but you would always be welcome by my side. Of course, that’s assuming you’d even want to be there, which, if you don’t, you don’t have to…” Faramir couldn’t hold in the laughter that bubbled up when Éomer started babbling. The king quickly shut his mouth at Faramir’s chuckling.
“You’d keep me by your side?” Faramir asked.
“As long as you’d want to be there.” Éomer promised.
“And if I wanted to travel?” Faramir asked.
“I’d wait.” Éomer promised. The honesty in Éomer’s face made Faramir’s chest tighten with unexpressed emotion. He made his decision and grabbed Éomer’s arm, dragging him the rest of the way to his rooms. Éomer stayed silent, but his confusion and worry were written all over his face. It wasn’t until Faramir shoved him back against the door to shut it and kissed him deeply that Éomer relaxed. The king’s arms wrapped around Faramir as Faramir’s fingers buried themselves in the dirty blond locks. They kissed for a long time, Faramir attempting to relay all the feelings he felt because of Éomer’s stuttering offer through their contact.
“Does that mean you want to stay with me?” Éomer asked, hope shining in his eyes.
“Of course I do.” Faramir couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled from his throat. “I love you, Éomer.” The bright smile that covered the king’s entire face and filled his eyes to the brim made Faramir’s heart stutter. He had been waiting for that smile since Éomer left in the first place.
“I love you, Faramir.” Éomer pulled Faramir into a gentle kiss. The kiss was long, slow, and languidly comfortable. Faramir would have enjoyed it much more if the fantasies from his dreams weren’t flitting through his mind. Impatience filled him and he tugged on Éomer’s hair, exposing the king to a tiny amount of pain and deepening their kiss to one borne of fiery passion and lust. They broke apart, gasping for air, and Faramir started tugging on the armor Éomer wore. Éomer chuckled and Faramir shot him a dark glower, silently threatening bad things unless the king helped. Obediently, Éomer loosened straps and pulled the leather and metal from his form until all that remained was his undershirt and pants.
“Patience, Far.” Éomer chuckled as Faramir wasted no time in removing the layers of cloth off his torso. Faramir kissed him hungrily, drawing a growl from Éomer’s throat as his fingers explored the large expanse of gold skin. Muscles rippled under said skin, the scars taunting Faramir’s curiosity and making his arousal heighten. He had always been attracted to men, and the man before him was the most physically attractive being Faramir had ever encountered, especially because of the battle scars. Faramir couldn’t help his desire to map them out with his fingers and tongue and lips and–
“I have been patient, ‘Mer.” Faramir pulled back from the ruthless kiss, gasping as he tugged his own shirt and undershirt off. “For a fortnight. Now, I want my promised prize.” Éomer laughed as the captain shoved him down onto the bed with a grin. Faramir had bedded women before, it would practically be a crime if he hadn’t, especially as Captain of Gondor, but the hard, unrelenting flesh beneath him was more arousing than any of the soft curves of the women he had bedded. Éomer groaned loudly as Faramir’s teeth scraped against his neck.
“Far…” Éomer groaned as the captain discovered every little twitch and reaction that his teeth and lips drew out of the king. Faramir straddled Éomer, desperately shoving their lips together with bruising force. Faramir rolled his hips, dragging the hard lines of their erections together. A dark growl was dragged from Éomer’s throat and the king’s fingers tugged into Faramir’s hair, rocking his hips upward in time with Faramir’s grinding. Faramir gasped into the kiss, feeling Éomer abruptly take control of the situation. Faramir’s fingers fumbled on the ties to their breeches, trying to get skin-to-skin contact with every inch of his golden king. Éomer rolled them over, pinning Faramir beneath him and swallowing the captain’s groans of pleasure with his kisses.
“More, ‘Mer.” Faramir whined as Éomer pulled back to finish unlacing their pants. The king removed the offending pieces of clothing and Faramir felt his face heat up even through his lust. When Éomer had helped him bathe, Faramir had gotten a long look at the king’s golden body, so size shouldn’t have been a surprise, but the bath they shared was a far cry from the bed they currently occupied. The six-and-a-half-foot tall man was broad and perfectly proportional. Everywhere. Faramir’s mouth dried and he flushed as the thought of actually coupling with that.
“Relax.” Éomer chuckled, digging through his armor and clothes, giving Faramir a perfect view of his entire body. The way the firelight flickered off his skin made the captain’s mouth water. He had the abrupt urge to taste every inch of the man. His thoughts were interrupted as Éomer emerged triumphant, a small bottle in his fingers. Faramir had never coupled with another man, but he was no fool and could tell at a glance was the bottle was for. Instead of uncorking it, the king hovered over Faramir, letting his lips follow the captain’s collarbone.
A deep noise was dragged from Faramir’s throat as Éomer thoroughly distracted him from everything but the mounting lust in his mind and how the godforsaken man was not touching him! Faramir’s erection was nearly painful, but the damnable king was hovering over him, only allowing his lips, tongue, and teeth touch the captain’s body. Faramir was about to start cursing the man above him when Éomer started travelling down his body, letting his tongue and lips explore. Faramir held his breath as the king passed his naval. Éomer chuckled and Faramir choked out a vicious curse, making Éomer laugh harder.
“Relax, Far.” Faramir felt an intrusion as soon as the words were out of Éomer’s mouth. There was no pain, but it wasn’t precisely comfortable. Then, Éomer swallowed down his erection and Faramir swore loudly. He glanced down at the smug and amused king and rolled his eyes. It wasn’t long before the finger was joined by another finger, making the stretch much more uncomfortable and a little painful. The friction and pleasure provided by the king’s scorching mouth was more than enough to make Faramir forget the pain. Éomer’s fingers did something because one moment Faramir was desperately trying to keep himself relaxed and the next he was gasping for air and arching his back in pure desire.
“What was that?” He gasped, chest heaving as he stared down at the king. Éomer pulled a shiver out of Faramir with one last lick to his erection before smirking at him.
“That, my dear Faramir, is the reason men enjoy this so much.” Éomer chuckled, twisting his fingers and making the captain have another mini-seizure of pleasure. Faramir started cursing and swearing as Éomer continued to tease him. Finally, he was hushed by a long kiss. Éomer snickered. “I didn’t realize that your vocabulary rivaled that of my sister’s.”
“Don’t talk about her right now.” Faramir ordered, dragging Éomer back into another kiss. “And stop teasing!”
“As you wish.” Éomer grinned. The captain was disappointed when Éomer withdrew his fingers and it must have shown on his face because Éomer chuckled again. When the king finally sank into Faramir’s heat, Faramir was positive that he had never thought that pain was as pleasurable as he had in that moment. The pain was gone in the instant when Éomer somehow found that stupid spot that made the captain forget his own name. Faramir focused on the man above him and felt a surge of pride in his chest when he saw how close to losing control Éomer actually was. He was alternating between breathing in sharply and biting his bottom lip. His forehead was furrowed and his eyes spoke of the mythical wildness of the Rohirrim that Faramir had always heard from his father.
“Why did you stop?” Faramir accused, relishing in the way Éomer’s eyes widened slightly in unrestrained lust. Faramir rolled his hips and Éomer growled darkly, kissing Faramir almost violently.
“I’m trying to…” Éomer’s hips snapped forward, seemingly out of his control, and he shut his eyes tightly. “Get my control back.” His voice was gruff and down almost a full octave from his normal cadence, making Faramir shiver in need. The captain didn’t want controlled. He wanted to see how much he had affected the King of Rohan. He wanted to see how much power he had over Éomer. Faramir rolled his hips again and Éomer growled again.
“Stop it.” Faramir ordered. Éomer’s eyes opened and a hint of worry lurked behind his eyes, making Faramir annoyed and grateful at once.
“I can’t… I won’t be able to be gentle.” Éomer pressed their foreheads together and breathed deeply. “I don’t want to hurt you. Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Idiot.” Faramir breathed. “I don’t want gentle. I want you to show me how much you want me. I want you to prove your barbarism, Rohirrim.”
“You’ll regret that, Gondorian.” Faramir watched the worry get lost behind the lust and need in Éomer’s eyes. “If I do something…”
“You won’t!” Faramir snapped. “Now, fuck me, Éomer.”
Éomer obeyed without another word. Faramir gasped for air as the man above him let go of his control completely, allowing his hips to slam against Faramir’s over and over again. Pleasure built itself up on a fragile precipice in Faramir’s gut. The wildness that his father always warned him to be wary of regarding the Rohirrim came out in full force. The primal need in Éomer’s face and eyes made Faramir impatient and hyper and – fuck, what was that?!
Faramir’s fingers dug into Éomer’s biceps and he could feel himself begging for more with both his words and his body language. One of Éomer’s hands held tight to Faramir’s hips while the other kept him from falling on top of the captain. Faramir felt so full: physically, emotionally, and mentally. He couldn’t focus on anything aside from the need in his gut. He needed to find release. His breath stuttered and his eyes shut as the sensation built like a tidal wave. He simultaneously wanted to stay underneath Éomer with the delicious friction and the constant stimulation forever and also needed to release.
A dark growl echoed from Éomer’s chest and Faramir realized that he started begging Éomer for more, more, more. The thrusting sped up and became harder, shoving the breath from Faramir’s lungs. The hand on Faramir’s hip shifted to grasp his erection in a tight grip. Éomer growled again and kissed Faramir desperately, stealing all of the air from the captain. Faramir felt every muscle in his body tense and he thought he was going to die of pleasure. He wasn’t sure how long he stood on the edge of the precipice, but the tidal wave finally hit him and air burst from his lungs as his body jolted and he released all over both himself and Éomer. It wasn’t long until Éomer’s hips stuttered against Faramir’s, making the captain moan softly as the king gasped out his release into Faramir’s neck.
Faramir relaxed onto the bed, breathing hard and running his fingers along the golden scars on Éomer’s back while the king shuddered above him, trying to regain his control. Éomer pressed a gentle kiss to Faramir’s neck, which turned into butterfly kisses along Faramir’s collarbone before he stole Faramir’s breath again. The man was far too good at kissing. They rested like that for a long time before Éomer’s arm trembled, threatening to deposit the man on top of Faramir. Groaning, Éomer rolled off Faramir and sat on the edge of the bed, rolling his head to stretch his neck before standing on unsteady legs.
“Having trouble?” Faramir asked, grinning even though his voice was slightly hoarse. He hadn’t thought he had been that loud.
“No thanks to you.” Éomer replied, his voice just as hoarse. Faramir blamed it on the growling. Éomer stole the cloth Faramir typically used for drying his face after washing and dipped it in the basin of water before cleaning Faramir’s seed from his stomach and hand. The king made his way back to the bed and collapsed next to Faramir, handing the cloth off dutifully.
“What? You aren’t going to clean me yourself?” Faramir teased, wiping the sticky mess from his skin.
“Again?” Éomer grinned cheekily. Faramir chucked the cloth off the bed, not caring where it landed and he turned his head to observe his lover. His lover. The words brought a smile to Faramir’s face. Éomer turned his head and quirked one eyebrow up, his brown eyes warm and contented. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” Faramir rolled over, presenting the king with his back. Immediately, Éomer took the bait, spooning up behind the captain to get a better response.
“Tell me.” He demanded.
“Don’t worry about it, ‘Mer.” Faramir pressed a kiss to the underside of Éomer’s chin.
“Far…” Éomer narrowed his gaze, but gave up without a fight, kissing Faramir’s temple.
“Where you serious about the offer?” Faramir asked.
“Of course.” Éomer wrapped his arms securely around Faramir, making the captain smile and snuggle back. “You’re stuck with me, now, Far. I’m kidnapping you to Edoras and making you my king.”
“King?” Faramir blinked. He thought he was going to be Éomer’s lover, but he didn’t think that the idiot would actually marry him.
“Of course.” Éomer yawned into Faramir’s shoulder. “We’d have to find a way to differentiate between us so people don’t get confused, but it’ll all work out. Éowyn’ll help.”
“Is this your way of proposing?” Faramir turned almost all the way around to quirk an eyebrow at his lover.
“Um…” Éomer blinked slowly. “Yes?” Faramir rolled his eyes and scoffed, presenting the king with his back in order to better hide his grin. “Far?” Éomer sat up and put a hand on Faramir’s shoulder, worried. Faramir looked up at his golden lover.
“You owe me the best damn wedding in the history of Arda.” Éomer caught sight of the smile underneath Faramir’s fake pout and he rolled his eyes.
“You are a little shit.” Éomer flopped back down onto the bed, cuddling up behind the captain. “I’ll get Éowyn on helping us with the damn wedding. She wouldn’t stay out even if we asked her to, anyway. And, she’s got better taste than I do.”
“Isn’t that the truth?” Faramir mumbled. He didn’t have to turn around to know his lover was pouting. He could practically hear it.
“So…” Éomer kissed Faramir’s shoulder. “Is that a yes?”
“Of course. Idiot.” Faramir allowed the king to steal a kiss. “Now, rest, ‘Mer. We have a lot to do in the morning.”
“I just got back from helping save the world!” Éomer whined. “Don’t I get a day off?”
“Nope.” Faramir chuckled. Mischievous lips and teeth nibbled at the base of Faramir’s neck making the captain shiver and glower over his shoulder at his lover.
“I bet I can convince you to take at least the morning off.” Éomer grinned.
“We’ll see tomorrow.” Faramir rolled his eyes. “Go to sleep, ‘Mer.”
“Yes, Far.” Éomer was pouting again, but he relaxed against Faramir obediently. Éomer snuggled as close as he could and enveloped Faramir in warmth. Faramir relaxed and shut his eyes, letting his recent release cloud his mind and Éomer’s warmth put him to sleep.

“Welcome back, my king.” Faramir looked up from grooming the horse Éomer had loaned him to see a man enter the stables. Éomer turned to him with a bright smile before they embraced.
“Gamling, you know I haven’t been crowned, yet.” Éomer chuckled. Faramir turned back to the horse and kept washing the sweat from the animal’s body. He treated the horses of Rohan with great respect, admiring their breeding and obedience. The instant he saw Faramir’s infatuation with the horses of Rohan, Éomer promised the ex-captain one of the prize horses from the stables of Edoras as a wedding present. Faramir flushed bright red and stuttered out thanks before Éomer kissed him.
“It is only a matter of time, my lord.” Gamling replied, mouth turning up in a smile before he spotted Faramir. “Who is this?” Faramir obligingly stepped forward to greet the man.
“This is Faramir, son of Denethor, former Captain of Gondor.” Éomer said, his smile never dimming. “And my fiancé.”
“Congratulations, my lord.” Gamling smiled, bowing to both Faramir and Éomer. “Have you determined a date as of yet?”
“Not yet.” Faramir answered in response to Éomer’s look. “We’re hoping to get Éowyn’s input, once she’s done with her wedding.”
“I see.” Gamling nodded sagely. “Is that where your sister got off to? She found a husband?”
“Yes.” Éomer sighed in relief. “She’s marrying Amrothos, son of Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth, and cousin to my Faramir.”
“Well, she’ll be giving him plenty of trouble, I’m sure.” Gamling grinned. “At any rate, I’ll go ensure that everything is taken care of.”
“Thank you, Gamling.” Éomer smiled. The man bowed again before departing the stables.
“That was…” Faramir didn’t know how to react to the lack of reaction by Gamling. “Anticlimactic.”
“What, did you think he would throw a fit?” Éomer asked.
“Yes, actually.” Faramir said. “Forgive me, but a king marrying a man in Gondor is impossible. There’s no clear succession.”
“Welcome to Rohan.” Éomer smiled. “Where people learned to ignore the idiosyncrasies of their good kings.”
“You think you’ll be a good king?” Faramir teased.
“I’ll be a great one with you by my side.” Éomer replied. Faramir froze, heart in his throat.
“You…” Faramir blinked and caught sight of the smug grin on his lover’s face. “You are utterly incorrigible.”
“Of course.” Éomer said with a grin, no hint of anything but pure happiness in his eyes. “Now, come, my love, see your new kingdom.” Faramir followed his lover out into the sunshine, happily accepting his new lot in life as a future king. He could hardly wrap his mind around it, but it didn’t matter as long as he had Éomer. The idiot had captured his heart what felt like years before when he was still barely conscious in the Houses of Healing. When Éomer turned around with a mischievous grin on his features, Faramir couldn’t help but laugh as his chest lightened in joy. Oh, they would definitely have their trials, but Faramir knew they’d last.

Thank you so much for reading the second part! I always get annoyed when a fic goes through SO MUCH sexual tension without relieving it. The sex was probably the hardest part for me, mainly because I don’t like the idea of Faramir being an innocent, naïve, uke-esque partner, because he’s kind of a boss in the books. So, I tried to make him awesome, but still willing to bottom to Éomer.
*Tumblr tag tea-inthetardis wrote the immortal words: “In the deepest, calmest hours of the night when you have naught but your own company, I hope my image fills you with bliss.” The quote made me laugh when I read it and I can see it being used in any fandom and with any ship. It’s that beautiful.
Thank you!

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