A Small Sacrifice
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horseboykarlWalking into this club the music is almost deafening and the pulsing beat catches in my chest, but it is not an unpleasant experience. Mer leads me down the stairs, deeper into the belly of the place, and we pause halfway down to scan the room, but there are so many pockets of darkness in this place our quarry could be anywhere. He touches my hand, and we head off towards the bar, both of us alert as we walk lest our prey slip past us.
Tonight we hunt.
When the time came for Karl to let Mer free again, I rode Paris’ bike out to Karl’s steading, smiling to see him waiting for me on the porch with a bottle of ale. I took his hand and led him up to the bedroom, once again giving him my reassurances that he would wake in his own home, with me and not Paris before him. I neglected to tell him that we would be heading back to the warehouse to find me suitable attire to wear to the club the Playboys were playing at almost as soon as he left.
Almost. Mer’s hands were on me as soon as he shifted, and I was thrown face down on the bed as he took me hard and fast, his mouth on my neck, his hand roughly bringing me to completion. After, as we lay wrapped up in each other, I told him my plan. He dug through Karl’s drawers and cupboards to find suitable clothes, stuffed them into a bag, and I took us back into town, where we went through Paris’ clothes to find me something to wear. The soft tight leather breeches I approved of, but I was not sure about the black shirt made of net that Mer gleefully found, although it did show off the nipple ring. Which set my mind working …
Getting into our new clothes provided more distractions, and so to save time, I dragged him into Paris’ “shower”, the hot water pounding down on our skin adding to the sensations as I pushed into him, coming as I kissed him, water running over our faces.
Finally we were ready to leave, although the sight of him in tight breeches and that black silk shirt, his hair free around his shoulders almost had me dragging him back to bed, but I knew there would be time for that later. Now, we had someone to find.
Faramir.
We knock back whiskies, and I hand Mer his dark ale, smiling as my hand brushes his, and I pick my bottle off the counter before we set off in search of a certain grey eyed Gondorian who makes it his business to help protect these friends of Dave’s.
Éomer: The music is loud and the beat pulses through me, making me want to move to it. Making me want to move with you to it. To imitate the steps of love-making with you while the music moves through us, as I see others do here.
But we are here to find Faramir and I pull you close to speak in your ear. "He guards, he will find a position where he can see everything and everyone." And I can't help inhaling your scent, and catching your ear lightly with my lips before releasing you.
I pull you towards the back and at last see a familiar figure leaning against the wall, keen eyes testing and assessing every person in this room. I have no doubt that he saw us long ago.
"Faramir, well met."
Faramir: There is no mistaking Éomer as he enters the club, and I hiss an oath under my breath. I wish none to know I frequent these places, that I watch and seek the one that might bring harm to Dave's friends. The oath is followed by a sharper curse as I see Éomer is not alone. Paris... no, it would not be, would it? It would be
Théodred, no doubt.
I am considering simply leaving, letting these two cause whatever stir they wish, not desiring involvement that might hinder future nights of my quiet watchfulness. And so it is with some relief that I see them finally slip through the crowds towards me. "Éomer, Théodred. It is good to see you both, but please, let us go outside to talk? I must not be revealed here! Let us find another place to converse."
Before you can protest, I have taken you both by the arms and am heading towards the door, nodding my farewell to the one who guards it, before tugging us all out into the warm night air. Now, I can relax. It is good to see you both, I must admit! I grin, and look in turn at both your faces. "Now then. Dare I ask what you two have been up to tonight?"
Théodred: Before I can utter a word of greeting you are ushering us from the club, back into the night. It is obvious that this threat is one you take seriously, and I would know more of it, but this evening is one for renewing friendships. I reach out and run my hand down your arm, our previous meeting still fresh in my mind.
"Up to?" I smile at you as innocently as I can. "We have merely been enjoying each other's company, and we thought of our old friend Faramir, how he may want some company also, this fine evening." I think a couple of drinks may be in order before I broach with you the subject that has become tonight's goal. I know there is a piercing on your chest which matches the one on mine, and have an idea you may know where we may purchase a ring.
"If this club is not suitable, perhaps you can take us to a place that is, where we can enjoy a few ales together?"
Éomer: I watch Théo run his hand along your arm and smile, I have seen him hunting too many times to not recognize that look, although I do wonder where you have met before. I am not fooled by his innocent look and I wonder if you will be. But I hope that you will agree to a night of revelry with us, and you will help with our quest.
I sling an arm around your shoulders, "Faramir, I have not seen you since the last time we watched the innocents together. I have missed you, my friend. Théo is new to this world, and I can escape from Karl so rarely, we are virtual strangers here. We seek relaxation. Who but you could help us in our dilemma?"
Faramir: Théo's innocent smile would not fool a child, and I shake my head at him, grinning. "Ah, so the two of you have been behaving yourselves, if one is to believe the tone of your words." I chuckle, and stroke Théo's arm in return, noting Éomer's watchful gaze as I do so. I turn to regard Éomer in full now, and must admit the sight of my old friend is a welcome one, indeed. "So you wish my assistance in finding respite and amusement. Perhaps the library? It is a place of peace and tranquillity. Ah, but you might prefer the theatre, I believe there is a Shakespearian tragedy being performed not far from here." I can barely keep a straight face. I know this is not what you seek. "Or, if you wish to try something truly unique and outside your realm, we could step round the corner here, to a tavern I know of. It is dark and seedy and serves very strong, very cheap ale. But I am sure this would not be what you wish... or would it?"
Éomer's arm tightens on my shoulders, and now I do let loose the laugh I had been suppressing.
Théodred: My eyebrow raises higher and higher as your list of venues grows, knowing you tease us, and a grin splits my face when you burst out laughing. "I think that all Gondorians are under the misguided impression that we are uncivilised." I wink at Mer over Faramir's shoulder and we head off to find this tavern.
"It may surprise you to learn that we enjoy spending time reading stuffy books … but not often." It does not take long to arrive at our destination, and I push open the door, leading the way into the latest dingy tavern in a lengthening list I have discovered since coming here. "Although drinking somewhere where my feet do not stick to the floor would make a change!"
Ordering our drinks at the bar while the two of you find us a table, I note that my own funds are getting lighter, and another visit to the Ship to replenish them will be in order soon.
Éomer: I guide you to a table. "Have you seen the one you seek since we spoke last? I have not been here but once since I saw you last, other than the times that Théo has bargained from Karl."
You look puzzled and I remember that I have never told you the difficulties between myself and Karl. This night is for fun, so I see no reason to trouble you with it. I shrug. "My shift is stubborn."
Théo arrives with our ales and I lift mine. "To old friends."
Faramir: Éomer reminds me of our last outing, and I shake my head. "No, I have not, but I have no reassurance that he will not return." I shrug, a helpless gesture. "I feel better watching, when I can, perhaps it is only to reassure myself that he is gone. Perhaps I am meant to be of help again... I do not know. Perhaps I am merely a foolish Ranger." I find myself growing thoughtful, and quietly drink my beer. Théodred rolls his eyes and gives me a rather complimentary leer, and I am abruptly reminded that this is an occasion for laughter and friendship, not a time for me to slip into my own worries. I shake them off, and raise my glass "To old friends. May our shoes not stick to this floor and hinder our wanderings this evening!"
Théodred: I raise my glass to join yours. “To old friends.”
It is a small round table, and easy to sit close to Mer, our thighs pressed together his arm laid on back of my chair, the very heat of him keeping me in a permanent state of arousal.
Reaching across the table, I lightly touch the back of Faramir’s hand. “You are not on duty now, my wolf, let your hair down.” You remind me too much of Dave with your hair pulled off your face. Not that it is a bad thing, but I would rather not be reminded of him tonight. You tug off the band that held it back, and run your fingers through it, your gaze flicking from my eyes to over my shoulder, and under the table I run my fingers down Mer’s thigh.
“We were curious, about these rings.” I motion towards my chest with my hand.
Éomer: "Théo tells me that you wear one that is the twin to his." I wonder if you would respond the same way he does to my playing with it, and then a delighted feeling squirms up my spine, partly memories of past encounters with Théo, partly in anticipation of being marked this way myself and knowing how he will react to it.
Théo grips my thigh and I twitch, these thoughts warming me, and I shift in my seat, trying to ease the constriction of these breeches I wear. I look at him, letting him see my anticipation, before turning back to you.
"How is this process done?"
Faramir: "There are places that will perform these piercings. They are very popular in this world. Not only can you have a nipple pierced, I have seen jewelry placed in eyebrows, lips, cheeks..." I grin wickedly at Éomer. "...and I have heard of other places as well. Bellies. Even lower than bellies, for those who are truly brave." A heavily tattooed man walks by, staring in open admiration at Théodred, who I must admit is quite a sight in his mesh shirt. As he passes out of earshot, I lean towards Éomer and speak just barely loud enough for Théodred to hear, unable to resist taunting him. "That one looked to be the type to wear jewelry in his breeches. Should we send Théodred off to find out if this is true?"
Théodred: I am interested to find there are places this can be done. I had thought to do it myself if we could locate a suitable ring. As the man walks past our table, I turn and watch until he disappears through a door, then turn back. “You jest, surely?” Faramir shakes his head, a smirk on his face. I take a drink of ale, nursing my glass as I muse on that. “Why would anyone …?” But thinking about how the ring in my nipple feels when it is touched, the thought doesn’t seem quite as outlandish as it did, but it would be a little drastic for those we share these bodies with.
I turn to look at Mer, and put my hand on his chest, brushing his nipple. “You want this done tonight? While I watch?” My eyes flicking to Faramir, remembering how he gasped when I touched his.
Éomer: You touch against my nipple stiffens it and I am aching for you, my chest lifting slightly under your hand. "Oh, yes, while you watch." I want to see the look in your eyes as it is done.
I saw the painted man who looked at you, and I wonder about the piercings that Faramir implied. Perhaps I will investigate this further someday. I drown my ale and look at both my companions, a mischievous grin splitting my face. "You will direct us to this place that you describe, tonight," I say to Faramir. "But for now, I will get us more ale."
I make my way to the bar, pulling out the green paper that is money in this world. Karl has quite a lot of it, hidden in various places in his house, but I can always find it. And I do not think twice about appropriating some of it to spend on enjoyment with Théo.
Faramir: "One more ale, and then we should go. If we arrive in a drunken state, they will not let you do this thing. It is ironic, I think, that a place that indulges in sensual piercings would frown upon drink and revelry, but that is the way of it."
I watch Théodred touch you, and your reaction, and I have not missed the motion of your bodies as you quite obviously are touching each other beneath our table. My brother spoke the truth when he would joke about the insatiability of men of Rohan, though I was too young at the time to get the full implications - or the meaning of his jokes involving horses. I am older now, and need no further proof than the show being put on before me.
I will take you to the shop, and I am sure Éomer will enjoy his piercing. I know I do, and Dave shares that pleasure, now that he has accepted this shared bit of fun. His enjoyment led to Paris getting the ring I know Théo carries now.... and there, my thoughts freeze. I know Dave's fears and insecurities. And I know what his reaction would be to finding Éomer pierced with a ring such as Paris wears. He already struggles with the knowledge that Karl and Paris shared a bed, even though it was not planned. But this... if I can, I will dissuade Éomer from mimicry. Perhaps he should consider something below his belly. I know he will not though. Éomer is a stubborn man, and usually gets what he wants. I will show them where to get this done, and will then leave them to their fun. It is apparent that they will wish to have each other soon, they can barely contain themselves now.
Théodred: I nod in agreement with your words. “One last ale and we will go.” There is something in your voice that makes me watch you closely. Your eyes are so serious, I can see whatever thoughts run through your mind trouble you. The freedom that this world can provide has not touched you tonight, and I would see you smile more. Even for a Gondorian, you think too much. Mer is still away fetching the ale, so I pull my seat closer to yours, leg pressing against yours, and run my fingers over the back of your hand.
“I do not know what you have planned for the rest of this night, my wolf, but I would have you spend it with us.” I turn your hand over, and draw circles on your palm as Mer returns, putting the ales down on the table.
Éomer: I return with the ales to see that you are looking serious again and that Théo is pressed up against you, apparently trying to comfort you. I do not know what sadness rides you tonight, but I would see it end.
I distribute the ales and pull my chair to your other side, wrapping my arm around your shoulders. I exchange a speaking look with Théo and my voice turns chiding.
"He looks so solemn, cousin, what have you said to bring sadness to our brave Captain of Gondor?"
I lean my weight on you slightly. "Whatever injury we have done you, old friend, we will amend."
Faramir: I am startled by Éomer's sudden concern, and quickly reach for his arm, squeezing it and smiling at him. "You have done no injury, my friend. It is... complicated. I am complicated, but you are most likely not surprised to hear that. You two wish to enjoy your evening, this world is your escape. It once was for me too. I suppose I have been coming here too long now, the freedoms here have been replaced by responsibilities." I give you a wry smile, and look towards Théodred too. "This city used to be my escape. Now, it is as much my city as Minas Tirith is. I have responsibilities no matter where I am."
Théodred: “Faramir, tonight I want you to forget your responsibilities. The three of us are together this night, friends who do not get the chance to see each other often have been given this chance to meet, and talk and drink and … “ My hand runs up your thigh under the table. “… share pleasures together. Leave behind your cares for one evening, and come with us. Do this, for me, and I will assist with your vigil against the evil that threatens this place. It is important to me also that it remains a safe haven.” I look across at Mer with a soft smile. “For many reasons.”
Yet another bargain, although you must know I would be willing to assist with this anyway. I want to hear your laughter again tonight, see your eyes bright, not dull with cares. “So, I suggest we drink our ale, find this ring place, and head back to where a warm bed awaits us.”
Éomer: I grin at Théo. "Yes, Faramir, forget your cares for one night and play here with us. You know I would help you guard your friends also, but things are delicate with Karl at the moment."
I cup my hand around your neck and draw you forward, slowly, giving you time to deflect me if you choose. You stay and I kiss you, not demanding anything, just testing you to see if you will share with us this night.
Faramir: Once again the old ways meet. The headstrong passion of Rohan collides with the sensibility of Gondor. Or, so I would like to tell myself, as Éomer's lips touch mine. I have grown heavy with cares, and if I will admit it to myself, some loneliness since Martin left Wellington. I have only had one night of passion since he left many months ago, a rather incredible night with Théodred. What you propose is tempting. Éomer's lips are warm and accepting, and before I can spend too much more time in consideration, my own respond. One hand reaches to find Théodred's on my thigh, and the other slips around Éomer’s back.
We must look a spectacle. "I would wish this too. We should go, before Théodred's tattooed admirer returns and asks to join our party."
Théodred: I watch as Mer kisses Faramir, and let out a long breath as desire courses through me. It would seem that Faramir is melting, literally, against my cousin, and I can hardly wait to feel the heat of both of them together.
“Yes, we should go now. We have one thing to attend to before I can drag you both back to the warehouse.” I down my ale in one. “And you are both testing my resolve. Any more displays like that and I will forget that there is purpose to this evening and demand we go there right now!”
Éomer: I lean into you for more, enjoying your hand on my back, but wishing for more. I pull back from the kiss at Théo's words, but not far and I finally see some lightness in your eyes, my old friend. I put my nose into your neck, inhaling your scent, and I want to smell all your secret places, and I want to leave my scent on you as well. I drop a light kiss on your nape, and I pull you to your feet.
We follow Théo out of the tavern, but I keep my hand on you the entire time, my hands tracing the muscles under your clothes.
Faramir: Having resigned myself to my fate for the evening, I do find myself relaxing, and I let myself simply relax and enjoy the company of my two friends. We catch up to Théodred, and I slip an arm around his waist. It feels good to walk between these two cousins.
I lead onward, and soon we arrive at the shop, so genteelly named "Flesh Wound". At the door, I pause with a grin, then give Éomer a hard, fast kiss. "It is not so bad. In fact, you may find the piercing pleasurable, perhaps. I will be curious to see how you fare." And then, not wishing to neglect Théodred, I turn to give him an equally enthusiastic kiss. "And you, try not to look smug. Paris went through the experience, yet you get to enjoy the benefits. Perhaps later, a twinge of pain for you, to help even the score?" Before Théodred can react, I laugh and pull you both through the door.
Théodred: Ah, it is good to see Faramir’s spirits lightened, and my eyebrows raise at his comment, my hand slipping under his jacket to tug on his own ring, making him gasp. “A little pain is never a bad thing.” I grin at him, and tug him after Mer. The proprietor, Hamish, shows us the rings he has. I had thought that a similar one to Paris would be first choice, but as I look over them, I see one which would suit him even more, and am surprised that as I point to it, so does Faramir, both of us saying that one at the same time. “In black?” I ask Hamish, and he nods.
I run my hand over the small of Mer’s back, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his leathers my voice low, for him alone. “Is it to your liking? Would you wear it for me?”
Éomer: I am surprised when Théo and Faramir both point to the same ring, and I look at it carefully. But Théo slides his hand under my shirt and then moves his hand lower, and I push back against his hand, his voice sending chills skittering over my skin. I do not understand how he can bring me to such a state of need with just his words, with his voice alone.
I lean against him, my voice as soft as his was. "If this is your choice for me, then I will wear it for you proudly."
Faramir: I nod quietly, grateful Éomer is willing to accept something unique to himself. I can understand the thrill of wishing this piercing, but it is important that Dave and Paris remain unique. A thought occurs, and I cannot help smiling ruefully, shaking my head at my own absurdity. "We travel between worlds, and here, so far from home we find rings of power." I'm met by two pair of incredulous, staring eyes, and remind myself that my sense of humor is odd by the standards of Rohan society. For that matter, it is odd in Gondor.
The joke fades from mind, and again I witness two cousins who cannot keep their hands off of each other. I begin to wonder if it was a mistake to agree to this night, if I will be an intrusion on their focused passions. But I do wish for this, my senses have been aroused, my body is quite willing to follow. It is too late for me to say no. "Get your piercing, Éomer, the night grows no younger."
Théodred: Hamish leads us through to a back room, with one large chair in the centre of it. Just before we enter, I pull Mer to me, kissing him roughly, my eyes blazing at the thought of what he is about to do, for me. As he sits, Faramir and I linger in the doorway, watching.
I slip my arm round Faramir’s shoulder, draping my hand over his chest. While Mer is given instructions of how to dull the pain, I whisper in my captive’s ear. “When this is done, and we return to the warehouse, I want to watch while Mer takes you.” His fingers, which had been stroking my hand, grasp it hard, and I laugh into his hair. Then Hamish is ready to do his work, and my eyes lock with Mer’s.
Éomer: I listen vaguely as this Hamish person explains the procedure. He will pinch my nipple with a metal implement and then pierce it with a needle, which will remain in place until he can position the ring behind the needle, and the ring follows the needle out. The needle is larger than a sewing needle, but it cannot be all that bad. I took an arrow in my leg once and then had to suffer Éothain's rough healing before we could get back to Aldburg and a real healer. That was bad.
I keep my eyes fixed on Théo's, imagining our play, wanting him inside me, and I hardly notice that the needle is piercing me. It pinches more than I thought it would, but the pain is just another sensation, added to the others I have felt this night. But it does make me wish to sink myself into someone almost immediately.
Faramir: I keep hold of Théodred's hand, and watch the piercing work performed. I wonder if I looked as steadfast as Éomer did, when it was my turn in that chair. I see he is focused on Théodred, and I recall how I was soothed and relaxed by Orlando, the day he talked me into my piercing. I lean into Théodred, and watch intently as the piercing is completed. One day soon I should pay a visit to Orlando, I have not seen him in a very long time. He might be interested to learn that he has unwittingly started a trend!
Finally it is all over, and Éomer listens half-heartedly to Hamish's instructions for care. I doubt he will remember much of what he is told, if the look on his face can be read correctly. I remember Théodred's words, and wonder if I might be able to awaken such a lust from this horselord. I would wish that. I am not without my talents, I remind myself. I squeeze Théodred's hand, perhaps too hard.
Théodred: His eyes never waver, and I can see his impatience to be away from this place, and share it. He pulls his shirt on as he walks towards us, leaving it open until he’s close enough for me to reach out and gently run my finger over the wounded nub of flesh, making him hiss, my eyes dark as I look at him.
As I pay Hamish with the last of my funds, he fastens his shirt. Then I turn to my companions and grin. “I think it is time we moved on to this evening’s main event.”
Éomer: You put your hand on my new jewelry, and a mixture of pleasure and pain shoots through me at the contact. I smile at you hungrily and then turn my gaze on Faramir. I want both of you under my hands as soon as possible.
I grab your hand and Faramir's and pull you out of the piercing place. When we are outside, I indulge in my favorite form of letting you know what I want and I push you against the wall, my hips sealed over yours, my tongue probing your mouth. I do not release Faramir, though, and when we are gasping for breath, I step away from you and pull him to me.
"Your turn." I knot my hand in his hair and wrap my other around his waist, tilting his head to give me what I want. This kiss is not gentle, but demanding, and I groan as I feast on the sweetness of his mouth. I do not know how he will react to the treatment that I gave you, but I think that he will let me know if he objects. I push him against the wall, my mouth still locked on his, pressing my thigh between his legs, my weight leaning on him. Our chests meet and I feel the same twinge of pleasure and pain, and my control is slipping.
I break the kiss and raise my head to look at you, letting you see my need. "Where are we going?"
Faramir: This is what I need, if tonight is to be what I would wish for. I do not wish to be asked what I want, my logical, responsible mind will seize the opportunity to pull me away. Feeling the full crush of Éomer's weight against me frees my thoughts and my body is left to lead the way. "Dave's cabin is too far away. Either take me here on this wall or let us to the warehouse Paris lives in." You look tempted by the wall suggestion. I gasp as you remain pressed against me, possibly considering this. "The warehouse. If I am to please you both, it would be... " I almost laugh at the absurdity of my reasoning "...be more civilized?"
Tonight we hunt.
When the time came for Karl to let Mer free again, I rode Paris’ bike out to Karl’s steading, smiling to see him waiting for me on the porch with a bottle of ale. I took his hand and led him up to the bedroom, once again giving him my reassurances that he would wake in his own home, with me and not Paris before him. I neglected to tell him that we would be heading back to the warehouse to find me suitable attire to wear to the club the Playboys were playing at almost as soon as he left.
Almost. Mer’s hands were on me as soon as he shifted, and I was thrown face down on the bed as he took me hard and fast, his mouth on my neck, his hand roughly bringing me to completion. After, as we lay wrapped up in each other, I told him my plan. He dug through Karl’s drawers and cupboards to find suitable clothes, stuffed them into a bag, and I took us back into town, where we went through Paris’ clothes to find me something to wear. The soft tight leather breeches I approved of, but I was not sure about the black shirt made of net that Mer gleefully found, although it did show off the nipple ring. Which set my mind working …
Getting into our new clothes provided more distractions, and so to save time, I dragged him into Paris’ “shower”, the hot water pounding down on our skin adding to the sensations as I pushed into him, coming as I kissed him, water running over our faces.
Finally we were ready to leave, although the sight of him in tight breeches and that black silk shirt, his hair free around his shoulders almost had me dragging him back to bed, but I knew there would be time for that later. Now, we had someone to find.
Faramir.
We knock back whiskies, and I hand Mer his dark ale, smiling as my hand brushes his, and I pick my bottle off the counter before we set off in search of a certain grey eyed Gondorian who makes it his business to help protect these friends of Dave’s.
Éomer: The music is loud and the beat pulses through me, making me want to move to it. Making me want to move with you to it. To imitate the steps of love-making with you while the music moves through us, as I see others do here.
But we are here to find Faramir and I pull you close to speak in your ear. "He guards, he will find a position where he can see everything and everyone." And I can't help inhaling your scent, and catching your ear lightly with my lips before releasing you.
I pull you towards the back and at last see a familiar figure leaning against the wall, keen eyes testing and assessing every person in this room. I have no doubt that he saw us long ago.
"Faramir, well met."
Faramir: There is no mistaking Éomer as he enters the club, and I hiss an oath under my breath. I wish none to know I frequent these places, that I watch and seek the one that might bring harm to Dave's friends. The oath is followed by a sharper curse as I see Éomer is not alone. Paris... no, it would not be, would it? It would be
Théodred, no doubt.
I am considering simply leaving, letting these two cause whatever stir they wish, not desiring involvement that might hinder future nights of my quiet watchfulness. And so it is with some relief that I see them finally slip through the crowds towards me. "Éomer, Théodred. It is good to see you both, but please, let us go outside to talk? I must not be revealed here! Let us find another place to converse."
Before you can protest, I have taken you both by the arms and am heading towards the door, nodding my farewell to the one who guards it, before tugging us all out into the warm night air. Now, I can relax. It is good to see you both, I must admit! I grin, and look in turn at both your faces. "Now then. Dare I ask what you two have been up to tonight?"
Théodred: Before I can utter a word of greeting you are ushering us from the club, back into the night. It is obvious that this threat is one you take seriously, and I would know more of it, but this evening is one for renewing friendships. I reach out and run my hand down your arm, our previous meeting still fresh in my mind.
"Up to?" I smile at you as innocently as I can. "We have merely been enjoying each other's company, and we thought of our old friend Faramir, how he may want some company also, this fine evening." I think a couple of drinks may be in order before I broach with you the subject that has become tonight's goal. I know there is a piercing on your chest which matches the one on mine, and have an idea you may know where we may purchase a ring.
"If this club is not suitable, perhaps you can take us to a place that is, where we can enjoy a few ales together?"
Éomer: I watch Théo run his hand along your arm and smile, I have seen him hunting too many times to not recognize that look, although I do wonder where you have met before. I am not fooled by his innocent look and I wonder if you will be. But I hope that you will agree to a night of revelry with us, and you will help with our quest.
I sling an arm around your shoulders, "Faramir, I have not seen you since the last time we watched the innocents together. I have missed you, my friend. Théo is new to this world, and I can escape from Karl so rarely, we are virtual strangers here. We seek relaxation. Who but you could help us in our dilemma?"
Faramir: Théo's innocent smile would not fool a child, and I shake my head at him, grinning. "Ah, so the two of you have been behaving yourselves, if one is to believe the tone of your words." I chuckle, and stroke Théo's arm in return, noting Éomer's watchful gaze as I do so. I turn to regard Éomer in full now, and must admit the sight of my old friend is a welcome one, indeed. "So you wish my assistance in finding respite and amusement. Perhaps the library? It is a place of peace and tranquillity. Ah, but you might prefer the theatre, I believe there is a Shakespearian tragedy being performed not far from here." I can barely keep a straight face. I know this is not what you seek. "Or, if you wish to try something truly unique and outside your realm, we could step round the corner here, to a tavern I know of. It is dark and seedy and serves very strong, very cheap ale. But I am sure this would not be what you wish... or would it?"
Éomer's arm tightens on my shoulders, and now I do let loose the laugh I had been suppressing.
Théodred: My eyebrow raises higher and higher as your list of venues grows, knowing you tease us, and a grin splits my face when you burst out laughing. "I think that all Gondorians are under the misguided impression that we are uncivilised." I wink at Mer over Faramir's shoulder and we head off to find this tavern.
"It may surprise you to learn that we enjoy spending time reading stuffy books … but not often." It does not take long to arrive at our destination, and I push open the door, leading the way into the latest dingy tavern in a lengthening list I have discovered since coming here. "Although drinking somewhere where my feet do not stick to the floor would make a change!"
Ordering our drinks at the bar while the two of you find us a table, I note that my own funds are getting lighter, and another visit to the Ship to replenish them will be in order soon.
Éomer: I guide you to a table. "Have you seen the one you seek since we spoke last? I have not been here but once since I saw you last, other than the times that Théo has bargained from Karl."
You look puzzled and I remember that I have never told you the difficulties between myself and Karl. This night is for fun, so I see no reason to trouble you with it. I shrug. "My shift is stubborn."
Théo arrives with our ales and I lift mine. "To old friends."
Faramir: Éomer reminds me of our last outing, and I shake my head. "No, I have not, but I have no reassurance that he will not return." I shrug, a helpless gesture. "I feel better watching, when I can, perhaps it is only to reassure myself that he is gone. Perhaps I am meant to be of help again... I do not know. Perhaps I am merely a foolish Ranger." I find myself growing thoughtful, and quietly drink my beer. Théodred rolls his eyes and gives me a rather complimentary leer, and I am abruptly reminded that this is an occasion for laughter and friendship, not a time for me to slip into my own worries. I shake them off, and raise my glass "To old friends. May our shoes not stick to this floor and hinder our wanderings this evening!"
Théodred: I raise my glass to join yours. “To old friends.”
It is a small round table, and easy to sit close to Mer, our thighs pressed together his arm laid on back of my chair, the very heat of him keeping me in a permanent state of arousal.
Reaching across the table, I lightly touch the back of Faramir’s hand. “You are not on duty now, my wolf, let your hair down.” You remind me too much of Dave with your hair pulled off your face. Not that it is a bad thing, but I would rather not be reminded of him tonight. You tug off the band that held it back, and run your fingers through it, your gaze flicking from my eyes to over my shoulder, and under the table I run my fingers down Mer’s thigh.
“We were curious, about these rings.” I motion towards my chest with my hand.
Éomer: "Théo tells me that you wear one that is the twin to his." I wonder if you would respond the same way he does to my playing with it, and then a delighted feeling squirms up my spine, partly memories of past encounters with Théo, partly in anticipation of being marked this way myself and knowing how he will react to it.
Théo grips my thigh and I twitch, these thoughts warming me, and I shift in my seat, trying to ease the constriction of these breeches I wear. I look at him, letting him see my anticipation, before turning back to you.
"How is this process done?"
Faramir: "There are places that will perform these piercings. They are very popular in this world. Not only can you have a nipple pierced, I have seen jewelry placed in eyebrows, lips, cheeks..." I grin wickedly at Éomer. "...and I have heard of other places as well. Bellies. Even lower than bellies, for those who are truly brave." A heavily tattooed man walks by, staring in open admiration at Théodred, who I must admit is quite a sight in his mesh shirt. As he passes out of earshot, I lean towards Éomer and speak just barely loud enough for Théodred to hear, unable to resist taunting him. "That one looked to be the type to wear jewelry in his breeches. Should we send Théodred off to find out if this is true?"
Théodred: I am interested to find there are places this can be done. I had thought to do it myself if we could locate a suitable ring. As the man walks past our table, I turn and watch until he disappears through a door, then turn back. “You jest, surely?” Faramir shakes his head, a smirk on his face. I take a drink of ale, nursing my glass as I muse on that. “Why would anyone …?” But thinking about how the ring in my nipple feels when it is touched, the thought doesn’t seem quite as outlandish as it did, but it would be a little drastic for those we share these bodies with.
I turn to look at Mer, and put my hand on his chest, brushing his nipple. “You want this done tonight? While I watch?” My eyes flicking to Faramir, remembering how he gasped when I touched his.
Éomer: You touch against my nipple stiffens it and I am aching for you, my chest lifting slightly under your hand. "Oh, yes, while you watch." I want to see the look in your eyes as it is done.
I saw the painted man who looked at you, and I wonder about the piercings that Faramir implied. Perhaps I will investigate this further someday. I drown my ale and look at both my companions, a mischievous grin splitting my face. "You will direct us to this place that you describe, tonight," I say to Faramir. "But for now, I will get us more ale."
I make my way to the bar, pulling out the green paper that is money in this world. Karl has quite a lot of it, hidden in various places in his house, but I can always find it. And I do not think twice about appropriating some of it to spend on enjoyment with Théo.
Faramir: "One more ale, and then we should go. If we arrive in a drunken state, they will not let you do this thing. It is ironic, I think, that a place that indulges in sensual piercings would frown upon drink and revelry, but that is the way of it."
I watch Théodred touch you, and your reaction, and I have not missed the motion of your bodies as you quite obviously are touching each other beneath our table. My brother spoke the truth when he would joke about the insatiability of men of Rohan, though I was too young at the time to get the full implications - or the meaning of his jokes involving horses. I am older now, and need no further proof than the show being put on before me.
I will take you to the shop, and I am sure Éomer will enjoy his piercing. I know I do, and Dave shares that pleasure, now that he has accepted this shared bit of fun. His enjoyment led to Paris getting the ring I know Théo carries now.... and there, my thoughts freeze. I know Dave's fears and insecurities. And I know what his reaction would be to finding Éomer pierced with a ring such as Paris wears. He already struggles with the knowledge that Karl and Paris shared a bed, even though it was not planned. But this... if I can, I will dissuade Éomer from mimicry. Perhaps he should consider something below his belly. I know he will not though. Éomer is a stubborn man, and usually gets what he wants. I will show them where to get this done, and will then leave them to their fun. It is apparent that they will wish to have each other soon, they can barely contain themselves now.
Théodred: I nod in agreement with your words. “One last ale and we will go.” There is something in your voice that makes me watch you closely. Your eyes are so serious, I can see whatever thoughts run through your mind trouble you. The freedom that this world can provide has not touched you tonight, and I would see you smile more. Even for a Gondorian, you think too much. Mer is still away fetching the ale, so I pull my seat closer to yours, leg pressing against yours, and run my fingers over the back of your hand.
“I do not know what you have planned for the rest of this night, my wolf, but I would have you spend it with us.” I turn your hand over, and draw circles on your palm as Mer returns, putting the ales down on the table.
Éomer: I return with the ales to see that you are looking serious again and that Théo is pressed up against you, apparently trying to comfort you. I do not know what sadness rides you tonight, but I would see it end.
I distribute the ales and pull my chair to your other side, wrapping my arm around your shoulders. I exchange a speaking look with Théo and my voice turns chiding.
"He looks so solemn, cousin, what have you said to bring sadness to our brave Captain of Gondor?"
I lean my weight on you slightly. "Whatever injury we have done you, old friend, we will amend."
Faramir: I am startled by Éomer's sudden concern, and quickly reach for his arm, squeezing it and smiling at him. "You have done no injury, my friend. It is... complicated. I am complicated, but you are most likely not surprised to hear that. You two wish to enjoy your evening, this world is your escape. It once was for me too. I suppose I have been coming here too long now, the freedoms here have been replaced by responsibilities." I give you a wry smile, and look towards Théodred too. "This city used to be my escape. Now, it is as much my city as Minas Tirith is. I have responsibilities no matter where I am."
Théodred: “Faramir, tonight I want you to forget your responsibilities. The three of us are together this night, friends who do not get the chance to see each other often have been given this chance to meet, and talk and drink and … “ My hand runs up your thigh under the table. “… share pleasures together. Leave behind your cares for one evening, and come with us. Do this, for me, and I will assist with your vigil against the evil that threatens this place. It is important to me also that it remains a safe haven.” I look across at Mer with a soft smile. “For many reasons.”
Yet another bargain, although you must know I would be willing to assist with this anyway. I want to hear your laughter again tonight, see your eyes bright, not dull with cares. “So, I suggest we drink our ale, find this ring place, and head back to where a warm bed awaits us.”
Éomer: I grin at Théo. "Yes, Faramir, forget your cares for one night and play here with us. You know I would help you guard your friends also, but things are delicate with Karl at the moment."
I cup my hand around your neck and draw you forward, slowly, giving you time to deflect me if you choose. You stay and I kiss you, not demanding anything, just testing you to see if you will share with us this night.
Faramir: Once again the old ways meet. The headstrong passion of Rohan collides with the sensibility of Gondor. Or, so I would like to tell myself, as Éomer's lips touch mine. I have grown heavy with cares, and if I will admit it to myself, some loneliness since Martin left Wellington. I have only had one night of passion since he left many months ago, a rather incredible night with Théodred. What you propose is tempting. Éomer's lips are warm and accepting, and before I can spend too much more time in consideration, my own respond. One hand reaches to find Théodred's on my thigh, and the other slips around Éomer’s back.
We must look a spectacle. "I would wish this too. We should go, before Théodred's tattooed admirer returns and asks to join our party."
Théodred: I watch as Mer kisses Faramir, and let out a long breath as desire courses through me. It would seem that Faramir is melting, literally, against my cousin, and I can hardly wait to feel the heat of both of them together.
“Yes, we should go now. We have one thing to attend to before I can drag you both back to the warehouse.” I down my ale in one. “And you are both testing my resolve. Any more displays like that and I will forget that there is purpose to this evening and demand we go there right now!”
Éomer: I lean into you for more, enjoying your hand on my back, but wishing for more. I pull back from the kiss at Théo's words, but not far and I finally see some lightness in your eyes, my old friend. I put my nose into your neck, inhaling your scent, and I want to smell all your secret places, and I want to leave my scent on you as well. I drop a light kiss on your nape, and I pull you to your feet.
We follow Théo out of the tavern, but I keep my hand on you the entire time, my hands tracing the muscles under your clothes.
Faramir: Having resigned myself to my fate for the evening, I do find myself relaxing, and I let myself simply relax and enjoy the company of my two friends. We catch up to Théodred, and I slip an arm around his waist. It feels good to walk between these two cousins.
I lead onward, and soon we arrive at the shop, so genteelly named "Flesh Wound". At the door, I pause with a grin, then give Éomer a hard, fast kiss. "It is not so bad. In fact, you may find the piercing pleasurable, perhaps. I will be curious to see how you fare." And then, not wishing to neglect Théodred, I turn to give him an equally enthusiastic kiss. "And you, try not to look smug. Paris went through the experience, yet you get to enjoy the benefits. Perhaps later, a twinge of pain for you, to help even the score?" Before Théodred can react, I laugh and pull you both through the door.
Théodred: Ah, it is good to see Faramir’s spirits lightened, and my eyebrows raise at his comment, my hand slipping under his jacket to tug on his own ring, making him gasp. “A little pain is never a bad thing.” I grin at him, and tug him after Mer. The proprietor, Hamish, shows us the rings he has. I had thought that a similar one to Paris would be first choice, but as I look over them, I see one which would suit him even more, and am surprised that as I point to it, so does Faramir, both of us saying that one at the same time. “In black?” I ask Hamish, and he nods.
I run my hand over the small of Mer’s back, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his leathers my voice low, for him alone. “Is it to your liking? Would you wear it for me?”
Éomer: I am surprised when Théo and Faramir both point to the same ring, and I look at it carefully. But Théo slides his hand under my shirt and then moves his hand lower, and I push back against his hand, his voice sending chills skittering over my skin. I do not understand how he can bring me to such a state of need with just his words, with his voice alone.
I lean against him, my voice as soft as his was. "If this is your choice for me, then I will wear it for you proudly."
Faramir: I nod quietly, grateful Éomer is willing to accept something unique to himself. I can understand the thrill of wishing this piercing, but it is important that Dave and Paris remain unique. A thought occurs, and I cannot help smiling ruefully, shaking my head at my own absurdity. "We travel between worlds, and here, so far from home we find rings of power." I'm met by two pair of incredulous, staring eyes, and remind myself that my sense of humor is odd by the standards of Rohan society. For that matter, it is odd in Gondor.
The joke fades from mind, and again I witness two cousins who cannot keep their hands off of each other. I begin to wonder if it was a mistake to agree to this night, if I will be an intrusion on their focused passions. But I do wish for this, my senses have been aroused, my body is quite willing to follow. It is too late for me to say no. "Get your piercing, Éomer, the night grows no younger."
Théodred: Hamish leads us through to a back room, with one large chair in the centre of it. Just before we enter, I pull Mer to me, kissing him roughly, my eyes blazing at the thought of what he is about to do, for me. As he sits, Faramir and I linger in the doorway, watching.
I slip my arm round Faramir’s shoulder, draping my hand over his chest. While Mer is given instructions of how to dull the pain, I whisper in my captive’s ear. “When this is done, and we return to the warehouse, I want to watch while Mer takes you.” His fingers, which had been stroking my hand, grasp it hard, and I laugh into his hair. Then Hamish is ready to do his work, and my eyes lock with Mer’s.
Éomer: I listen vaguely as this Hamish person explains the procedure. He will pinch my nipple with a metal implement and then pierce it with a needle, which will remain in place until he can position the ring behind the needle, and the ring follows the needle out. The needle is larger than a sewing needle, but it cannot be all that bad. I took an arrow in my leg once and then had to suffer Éothain's rough healing before we could get back to Aldburg and a real healer. That was bad.
I keep my eyes fixed on Théo's, imagining our play, wanting him inside me, and I hardly notice that the needle is piercing me. It pinches more than I thought it would, but the pain is just another sensation, added to the others I have felt this night. But it does make me wish to sink myself into someone almost immediately.
Faramir: I keep hold of Théodred's hand, and watch the piercing work performed. I wonder if I looked as steadfast as Éomer did, when it was my turn in that chair. I see he is focused on Théodred, and I recall how I was soothed and relaxed by Orlando, the day he talked me into my piercing. I lean into Théodred, and watch intently as the piercing is completed. One day soon I should pay a visit to Orlando, I have not seen him in a very long time. He might be interested to learn that he has unwittingly started a trend!
Finally it is all over, and Éomer listens half-heartedly to Hamish's instructions for care. I doubt he will remember much of what he is told, if the look on his face can be read correctly. I remember Théodred's words, and wonder if I might be able to awaken such a lust from this horselord. I would wish that. I am not without my talents, I remind myself. I squeeze Théodred's hand, perhaps too hard.
Théodred: His eyes never waver, and I can see his impatience to be away from this place, and share it. He pulls his shirt on as he walks towards us, leaving it open until he’s close enough for me to reach out and gently run my finger over the wounded nub of flesh, making him hiss, my eyes dark as I look at him.
As I pay Hamish with the last of my funds, he fastens his shirt. Then I turn to my companions and grin. “I think it is time we moved on to this evening’s main event.”
Éomer: You put your hand on my new jewelry, and a mixture of pleasure and pain shoots through me at the contact. I smile at you hungrily and then turn my gaze on Faramir. I want both of you under my hands as soon as possible.
I grab your hand and Faramir's and pull you out of the piercing place. When we are outside, I indulge in my favorite form of letting you know what I want and I push you against the wall, my hips sealed over yours, my tongue probing your mouth. I do not release Faramir, though, and when we are gasping for breath, I step away from you and pull him to me.
"Your turn." I knot my hand in his hair and wrap my other around his waist, tilting his head to give me what I want. This kiss is not gentle, but demanding, and I groan as I feast on the sweetness of his mouth. I do not know how he will react to the treatment that I gave you, but I think that he will let me know if he objects. I push him against the wall, my mouth still locked on his, pressing my thigh between his legs, my weight leaning on him. Our chests meet and I feel the same twinge of pleasure and pain, and my control is slipping.
I break the kiss and raise my head to look at you, letting you see my need. "Where are we going?"
Faramir: This is what I need, if tonight is to be what I would wish for. I do not wish to be asked what I want, my logical, responsible mind will seize the opportunity to pull me away. Feeling the full crush of Éomer's weight against me frees my thoughts and my body is left to lead the way. "Dave's cabin is too far away. Either take me here on this wall or let us to the warehouse Paris lives in." You look tempted by the wall suggestion. I gasp as you remain pressed against me, possibly considering this. "The warehouse. If I am to please you both, it would be... " I almost laugh at the absurdity of my reasoning "...be more civilized?"
