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Adamant and Iron by Empy (NC-17)
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
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empy
Author Website: http://www.cordialreprobate.com/
Why this must be read: In the realm of incest-fic between the Gondorian brothers,empy does not write soft romance, but serious warfare. This is a world in which soft kisses can only exist at the margins. Boromir and Faramir are men of wartime, who know battle, tactics, and strategy, all of which are apparent in everything they do. In "Adamant and Iron" their growing involvement is traced through a series of vignettes that stretch over years, from the moment of first awareness, to moments stolen in the midst of battle, or the moments before an interrogation at the hands of their ever-watchful father, Denethor. This is almost anti-romance, a story of incest that is carefully hidden over decades from prying eyes on all sides. The warfare is written truthfully, the details of combat, training, and military life rendered fully. What I love even more is the dialogue, which sounds like Tolkien and carries the truth of both characters in it.
In this excerpt, the two brothers are home in Minas Tirith for a brief respite from battle. Is anyplace safe enough for them to tryst? Faramir thinks so.
"It is my place to be sombre, Boromir. If you think it such a sure thing that we will be found out, then I trust you know of a better place for this? Come now, we have played hide-and-seek here so many times there is scarce a paving-stone I do not know. I know which recesses are not seen even from the high perch of the guards."
"What you cannot see from above can be seen on ground level. Your logic falters a little there, brother. We cannot risk being in the open."
Faramir gave the statement some thought, then nodded. He could feel a wide smile tug at the corners of his mouth. "Then perhaps we should make use of the grand hall of feasts that has stood so silent and empty of late?"
Searching his mind, he attempted to recall the location of the smaller entrance to Merethrond, and he snapped his fingers as he remembered. "Follow me," he said. "I will show you that all my poring over old books has not been in vain. There is a smaller entrance to the hall, but it is half forgotten now. If my memory serves me right, the door will not be locked."
"You are a good deal more devious than you let on," Boromir said as they entered the dark hallway. He left no time for Faramir to reply, but instead pinned the younger man to the stone wall. Faramir offered no resistance, because there was no doubt in his mind.
As they broke the kiss to breathe, Faramir gave a slight smile. "I fail to understand what is so delightful in cornering me at every turn. Is there no way to sate these desires of yours?"
"I think you know the way well," Boromir retorted, his voice a little breathless. "And more often than not, it is you who are the hungry one, so silence your barbs about hunger not sated. Will we or will we not?"
"You were never good at pillow talk, brother," Faramir laughed.
"I see it is not needed," Boromir said, his hands now more rough than gentle.
"Here?" Faramir asked, voice breathless. Boromir nodded, already undoing the fastenings of Faramir's shirt with nimble fingers.
"Right here," Boromir confirmed. "I do not wish to wait any longer than is necessary. If we are swift and silent, then no one shall be any the wiser."
"I cannot promise to be silent," Faramir said, his breath catching unevenly on the words, "nor can I promise to be content with swiftness alone."
"Greedy little one," Boromir murmured, biting at Faramir's earlobe. "You want velvet bedding and a proper seduction."
"Would you not give me that?" Faramir asked. "I do not ask for utter indulgence, yet I will not be content with a quick and dirty liaison, shoved up against a wall in a place neither appropriate nor private."
Boromir laughed, the sound low and husky. "I seem to remember you being perfectly satisfied with a quick and dirty liaison not one week back."
"You are hopeless, brother."
"Very well," Boromir sighed. He leaned in for another kiss, taking his leisurely time. "Not here. Not now. Perhaps I should seek gratification elsewhere? I do not think I can stand this torment much longer."
"That is extortion and you know it well," Faramir grinned, feeling more relaxed and less argumentative.
For the full story, go here.
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
Author on LJ:
empyAuthor Website: http://www.cordialreprobate.com/
Why this must be read: In the realm of incest-fic between the Gondorian brothers,
empy does not write soft romance, but serious warfare. This is a world in which soft kisses can only exist at the margins. Boromir and Faramir are men of wartime, who know battle, tactics, and strategy, all of which are apparent in everything they do. In "Adamant and Iron" their growing involvement is traced through a series of vignettes that stretch over years, from the moment of first awareness, to moments stolen in the midst of battle, or the moments before an interrogation at the hands of their ever-watchful father, Denethor. This is almost anti-romance, a story of incest that is carefully hidden over decades from prying eyes on all sides. The warfare is written truthfully, the details of combat, training, and military life rendered fully. What I love even more is the dialogue, which sounds like Tolkien and carries the truth of both characters in it. In this excerpt, the two brothers are home in Minas Tirith for a brief respite from battle. Is anyplace safe enough for them to tryst? Faramir thinks so.
"It is my place to be sombre, Boromir. If you think it such a sure thing that we will be found out, then I trust you know of a better place for this? Come now, we have played hide-and-seek here so many times there is scarce a paving-stone I do not know. I know which recesses are not seen even from the high perch of the guards."
"What you cannot see from above can be seen on ground level. Your logic falters a little there, brother. We cannot risk being in the open."
Faramir gave the statement some thought, then nodded. He could feel a wide smile tug at the corners of his mouth. "Then perhaps we should make use of the grand hall of feasts that has stood so silent and empty of late?"
Searching his mind, he attempted to recall the location of the smaller entrance to Merethrond, and he snapped his fingers as he remembered. "Follow me," he said. "I will show you that all my poring over old books has not been in vain. There is a smaller entrance to the hall, but it is half forgotten now. If my memory serves me right, the door will not be locked."
"You are a good deal more devious than you let on," Boromir said as they entered the dark hallway. He left no time for Faramir to reply, but instead pinned the younger man to the stone wall. Faramir offered no resistance, because there was no doubt in his mind.
As they broke the kiss to breathe, Faramir gave a slight smile. "I fail to understand what is so delightful in cornering me at every turn. Is there no way to sate these desires of yours?"
"I think you know the way well," Boromir retorted, his voice a little breathless. "And more often than not, it is you who are the hungry one, so silence your barbs about hunger not sated. Will we or will we not?"
"You were never good at pillow talk, brother," Faramir laughed.
"I see it is not needed," Boromir said, his hands now more rough than gentle.
"Here?" Faramir asked, voice breathless. Boromir nodded, already undoing the fastenings of Faramir's shirt with nimble fingers.
"Right here," Boromir confirmed. "I do not wish to wait any longer than is necessary. If we are swift and silent, then no one shall be any the wiser."
"I cannot promise to be silent," Faramir said, his breath catching unevenly on the words, "nor can I promise to be content with swiftness alone."
"Greedy little one," Boromir murmured, biting at Faramir's earlobe. "You want velvet bedding and a proper seduction."
"Would you not give me that?" Faramir asked. "I do not ask for utter indulgence, yet I will not be content with a quick and dirty liaison, shoved up against a wall in a place neither appropriate nor private."
Boromir laughed, the sound low and husky. "I seem to remember you being perfectly satisfied with a quick and dirty liaison not one week back."
"You are hopeless, brother."
"Very well," Boromir sighed. He leaned in for another kiss, taking his leisurely time. "Not here. Not now. Perhaps I should seek gratification elsewhere? I do not think I can stand this torment much longer."
"That is extortion and you know it well," Faramir grinned, feeling more relaxed and less argumentative.
For the full story, go here.