Brother, Friend, Beloved

Beta: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Author's Notes: Aragorn and Éomer together are so hot that I just had to write these two little stories of them. And thank you so much for your excellent betaing, Ashlyn! Without you I was lost.
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BROTHER, FRIEND, BELOVED


Aragorn POV...

”…Between us there can be no words of giving or taking, nor of reward; for we are brethren.”

There is nothing else I can say. Not just now, even we both know that our love transcends the boundaries of mere brotherhood. I see your gaze and the smile is playing at your lips, that you received my wordless message.

“Since the day when you rose before me from the green grass of the downs, I have loved you, and this love shall not fail,” you answer still smiling though your words are spoken with grave seriousness. They warm the very soul of me, causing my heart to race.

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I will never forget that moment when you rode from remoteness, almost passing me, and took my heart with you. You hadn’t even seen me yet, when I already knew that I was lost. I felt that in you I had met another part of my soul. A part I never realized until then was missing.

I tried to deny my feelings. To deny you, even though I knew it was impossible. You were too distant and avoided me, speaking of duty to Rohan, and I was certain that you did not return my feelings. Every single moment I lay awake you filled my thoughts and senses, and I felt I would go mad from my longing.

Until once in an unguarded moment, from furthest corner of your eyes, I saw it. I could feel it. And when I first touched you, and saw both resistance and longing I knew.

But you were afraid. I don’t know if you were afraid of me, or the evident truth that we were meant for each other. We were born to be together, and from very first we both felt the bond between us, no matter how much we tried in vain to deny it. That bond we strengthened and became unbreakable in that spellbound night when you first gave yourself to me.

I thought that my life had come to its end when I left you in Dunharrow. I had to go, for that was where my destiny lay, but how hard it was!

I tried to console you, and I vowed that we’d see each other again. You didn’t believe me, though you put on that implacable mask that saw you through years of Rohan’s greatest travails, but your hopeless gaze cut my heart to the quick. Several times during my dark path I nearly turned back, only to see you smiling at me once more, your love willing to sustain me even in this. My only hope was that I would indeed see you again, and that gave me the strength to continue. Your love followed me, giving me courage when I was all but read to give up.

When our paths met again, there was an entire army of enemies between us. Yet even those foul hosts of darkness couldn’t stop me from being by your side, until finally we stood face to face, the battle still raging all around us. We only had time to speak few words before we were pulled back to the call of battle.

I must have fought like my forefathers, for nothing withstood my rage as enemy after enemy, be they orc or man who sold his fellows out for the lure of Sauron’s gold, fell to my blade. I heard you rally your brave Rohirrim as they and you mowed down everything in your path.

At sunset we finally had our victory, but at great cost as so many we cared about fell into shadow, though the forces of darkness had been beaten. But our task was not yet done. There was one last stand to make – to defy the Dark Lord before his own black gates.

It was, it seemed, a fruitless mission, but I’d run from my destiny and hidden from his minions for far too long. And yet my steps were light and my heart sang for you were beside me. We would see this final battle through together.

Against of all our expectations the Ring Bearer did fulfill his quest, and the Black Land’s fortifications were laid to waste right in front of our eyes.

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And now, at last we are here.

To outsiders we are friends, companions in arms, sworn shield-brothers bound by blood and forged from the heat of many battles. However true those names are, they only scratch the surface of our bond. When night comes, I will shed my crown, set aside the vambraces bearing the White Tree of Gondor – all symbols of my power – and become only a man.

And tonight, finally, I will be yours.

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I struggle to hide my impatience, but finally the door closes behind me, granting blessed privacy, so long needed.

My heart races now, because I know that I will not be alone for very long. The door opens silently and you enter, closing the door just as silently behind you.

I hold back the desire to take you in my arms; I know there is little need for haste. We have whole the night, just for us.

My eyes fall in wonder upon your being, until finally our gazes meet. I see the same fire, the same need and the same love in your eyes, but also a flicker of doubt, as if you are uncertain that I shall grant you my love, being who I am.

To me, there is no doubt. This day, as I have from the day I became High King Elessar Telcontar, have I fulfilled my duty to my people. Now, at last I want to be fulfilled – by you.

…To cease this ever-present longing, which I’ve hidden far too long.

“Éomer…I have wanted this…you…so long…”

Passion and doubt as you do all you can not to meet my eyes. “Have you, my lord? I did not know you would want me to come to you.”

My voice is thick, heavy with emotion.

“Do you not remember my words from earlier, Éomer?”

You nod slowly, sagely.

“I do indeed, my lord king. But these last days have been dark, and we aren’t the same as before. You are the King now and I…”

Your voice trails off, unable to finish your thoughts.

“Is it my crowning the only thing which stands between us,” I ask softly. You smile at me doubtfully.

“You are so different now…more noble…more distant…and I don’t know what to think…perhaps what we had was a dream.”

I take your hand, pressing it to my chest. “See not the trappings of my rank, Éomer. It is merely an illusion.”

Your hand trembles, when you realize how fast my heart is racing. “What do you feel in here? Do you feel the same as always before, Éomer?”

Instinctively you lean closer, and I press a soft kiss upon your mouth. You taste as good as always, and I feel your groan rippling against my lips. Our kiss deepens as I explore every inch of your hot mouth with my tongue, remembering past kisses taken before the heat of battle, remembering the first time I dared show you my need. I trace patterns of longing with my lips against your close-shaven chin.

“This night Éomer, I am not a king,” I whisper urgently, hotly into your ear. “…Merely a man…gerich veleth nín …you have my love…”

Your hands wander to my tunic, and you start to unfasten the tiny buttons, slowly but I can sense the hunger with each stroke of your fingertips as you reveal my bare flesh. When I finally feel your sword-calloused, rider-coarsened hands on my chest, a hoarse wail escapes from my throat. I am dying from want of you.

The floodgates are opened and I undress you quickly, making short work of the elegant jerkin, tunic, trousers – all of it – until your sun-ripened body is finally revealed to my eager gaze, hot tremors running through me. For far too long have I not seen you like this save in the fevered recesses of my mind – naked, fully aroused, wanting with as much force as I.

I have only one thought at this moment, and lead you to the bed.

“Tonight, Horse Lord, I am yours to do with what you will…”

I reach out to caress you, and you lean closer, pressing me back slowly. I fall, bringing you with me. I give myself willingly to your touch, your kiss, and my last rational thoughts disappear as ashes before the wind. I feel the heat within me, building between my legs, but you clearly want to tease me. You stroke me everywhere; worship my body as I have done yours before and have done so many times in my dreams. I try not to beg, even though you don’t even graze my already painfully hard arousal, after all we have the entire night just for us...for this and so much more.

After a moment’s hesitation, you press against and above me, and I tremble when feeling your aroused body against my own. My heat grows when I feel your lips following where your wicked, knowing hands lead, leaving hot trails behind as you move lower, exploring every inch of my burning skin

I cannot take it anymore, and beg you to ease the inferno inside of me. I am no King now, but slave of your desire. You look at me, blue eyes filled with my reflection.

“Between us there is no giving and taking, Éomer. I am yours, exactly you are mine,” I murmur huskily, and I see your eyes darkening with desire.

You tighten your grip upon me, as your hands start to move on my thickened arousal, kissing me deeply then leaving my lips to dance upon my shivering skin, tasting me as if you could never get enough, and I know well that I will never have enough of you. An animalistic cry escapes my lips when you finally take me in your mouth, and the world disappears in swirling haze of pleasure. My hips rise by themselves from the bed, seeking, demanding more this drug which burns my through my veins as the fiery cavern of your mouth consumes me.

I remember it so well, the first time I did this for you, and now I understand why you cried out for mercy. With each descent of your mouth on me, I feel my soul taking flight.

Ah gods, I try hold back the surging waves of pleasure, but with your hands cupping my heavy sacs and the sweet, seductive suction of your lips upon me, I am completely lost. I come hard in violent shudders that wrack my body with such force I feel that I might shatter from the onslaught. Like an anchor, you hold me fast as you feast upon my seed, practically draining me of every precious drop.

“…Aragorn?”

My old name from your lips is like a benediction. Only with you am I the ranger from the North.

Only with you am I free again.

I slowly recover from the overwhelming passion, as I close my eyes for a little while, and press my head upon your chest, listening to the sound of your heart. Tremors still race through me, and I have never felt so alive. I open my eyes again, when I feel your heated gaze upon me.

Your eyes blaze with a hunger which I have never seen before, but have dreamt of.

“…Aragorn…I want you so much…”

My desire rekindles from your half-growled, half-groaned words, with more power than ever before. Like you, I have never been taken by a man, though I did as a younger man in Imladris, share in light love play with those elves who took my fancy.

I want this too, want to feel you possessing me fully. I will not be complete until you do. It is even more important to me that you know in your heart and soul that we are truly equals in love.

Our lips once again press hard upon each other, swirling and sampling as I taste the faint traces of my seed from your mouth. That kiss is full of fire, which ignites between us. I find myself beneath you, my thighs parted in greedy invitation. A finger delves between my legs, circles that place over and over until one finger slides inside and I gasp from the sweet burning of this first penetration.

You pause, holding me there on the edge. I plead, begging you to not stop. Another finger enters me, stretches me.

“…Aragorn…” my name is your breath, an exhalation filled with a myriad of emotions as you rise to claim me.

When you finally thrust yourself inside, a sharp shock of shooting pain pierces me. Just that and I feel as if impaled. A part of my body tries to resist, but fails.

“Are you all right,” you ask, hovering just there on the periphery. You haven’t proceeded any further, waiting for a signal or for me to demand you cease.

All I can manage is “…Éomer, meleth nín …please do not stop…”

You above me…inside me…never before I have allowed myself this sublime pleasure and now I understand why. It is a giving up of one’s will, of one’s soul.

But with you…I cannot deny you anything. I cannot deny the rightness of this.

Your first tentative movement releases a strangled moan from my lips, and you give me what I ask without words, and start to move rhythmically inside of me. I wrap my legs around your waist, bringing you even closer, even deeper as the pain instantly melts into a pleasure that is almost beautiful in its intensity. We kiss, our tongues moving in perfect synchronicity to your thrusts.

Your lips feast upon me hungrily, demanding my surrender, to give you everything. And I do surrender, until I can only moan your name. Each thrust brands me as yours and I would have it no other way. My hips raise as I feel your teeth sink into the flesh of my shoulder.

Tension grows as we give ourselves over to this need to be even still closer. I feel owned by you, feel for the first time in many days that I do not carry the fate of this new world on my weary shoulders. All I know is this, the here and now of being taken by the man I love until white-hot pleasure rips me apart.

Again my name, “…Aragorn…”

“…Éomer…”

Through my orgasm I feel the power of your completion, when you finally release my name from your lips as you fill me with your essence.

You collapse above me exhausted, and I hold you tightly in my arms, shocked at this flood of feelings. Never before I had felt myself so whole as I hold your still trembling body in my strong embrace. I groan at the loss of contact, when I finally feel you to pull out of me.

I run my hands through your hair, kissing your sweat-covered forehead and you smile at me wearily. We do not speak, because words are unnecessary between us.

Everything I need right now, is the knowledge that we are one, from this moment, till the end of Arda.


~FIN~