Stronger than Death 3/3 Part B

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Title : Stronger than Death 3/3  Part B
Pairing : Aragorn/Boromir
Rating : G to NC-17, this part NC-17
Archiving : Rugbytackling, viggo_cursive, switch_bottoms
Summary : 40 years after Sauron's defeat, something strange is happening.
Authors : mooms   (Aragorn) govi20   (Boromir) 

A.N. We had to split in 2 parts, A and B, because LJ think this post too large

Previous parts you'll find : here

Aragorn

Is my advanced age making me impatient ?

 

I waited nearly seventy long years for Arwen, yet these forty years of longing and aching for Boromir have seemed longer. Is it because I began with no hope of this ever being possible ?

 

All I know is that I can no longer resist kissing him deeply and putting all that I have felt and am feeling now in to the kiss. When he opens his mouth to speak, I take control and at first, he allows it, and I am kissing him, then the old, combative Boromir reasserts himself and he is kissing me back, hard and challenging !

 

As I press my body closer to his, I can feel that he is as aroused as I. I draw back a little and grip both our cocks in my right hand, while keeping hold of the back of his head with the left.

 

Green eyes flash open and he looks searchingly into mine.

 

“Sire ?”

 

“No Boromir,” I whisper,” only ever Aragorn.”

 

He nods and his hand closes over mine, his lips seeking out mine again as we stroke ourselves to completion together, the cries of our release soon  echoing around the bathing chamber.

 

I come to, realizing that the water is rapidly cooling and I hold my hand out to Boromir, helping him to climb out of the tub and wrapping him in a huge bath sheet, then taking another for myself.

 

I tug on the mithril chain to let the water flow away, taking with it our mingled seed and watch as it swirls down the drain, joined as I hope that our bodies will soon be. I feel a pang of guilt, nevertheless.

 

 “My love, forgive me, I am sorry if I am moving to fast. I am selfish. You have much to think on and you have to spend time with your family and reacquaint yourself with your beautiful city and your old life. Faramir and Eowyn have children and grandchildren, who will delight in meeting their Uncle Boromir. May I come to you here, tonight ?”

 

He takes my hand and nods, as we return to the empty sleeping chamber.

 

As we enter, another pang of guilt strikes me, as I  catch the unmistakable scent of Arwen’s perfume and realize that I have not spoken with her since Boromir’s return.

 

She has clearly been here and left for Boromir a suit of clothes fitting for a Lord of Gondor, while for me, she has left a clean dressing robe and I put it on and lovingly take my leave of Boromir,  passing Faramir in the doorway, as he returns to renew his relationship with his brother and clapping him on the shoulder in encouragement.

 

Arwen is waiting me in our chamber, with my clothes laid out for me. I take her in my arms and kiss her, holding her close.

 

“Arwen, you know that I love you………….”

 

She smiles at me sweetly and says to me simply,

 

“ I do know and you also love him. He has returned to you body and spirit and this is meant to be, as we were meant to be. Love is stronger than death, Aragorn.”

 

Much later, after Boromir has seen, with wonder, the restoration of the city and the magnificence of the white tree, now mighty and weighed down with fragrant blossom and has met the rest of his astonished family, he sits down to dine with the court, approaching Arwen a little apprehensively.

 

She receives him graciously and pulling him towards her whispers in his ear, then kisses him gently on the forehead. Boromir blushes in that charming, boyish way he has, but he smiles as he takes his seat, clearly relaxing, having been given her blessing and the wine begins to flow.

 

Faramir stands to make a speech and toast the return of his lost brother. He ends by announcing that he intends to retire and hand over the stewardship to Boromir, whose role it should have been by birthright and his brother is clearly overcome.

 

When the meal is over, we rise and I escort Arwen back to our rooms. Once there, she turns to me and says,

 

“Go, my love ! I know what it is that you need this night.”

 

I gratefully kiss her hand and slip away to Boromir’s chamber, my heart racing.

 

Boromir

His passionate kiss dazzles me at first, then makes me lose every doubt I had about this, about us. I am however no woman, and I let him know I can take, but also give. For a moment our tongues are fighting a battle, like once our words did.

His hand closes around my cock, while his other hand holds my head in place, forcing me to open my eyes and accept this, or fight it.

Yes, I am forty years old, even twice when you think about it. My father wanted me to marry and produce an heir, and I would have, had there only be time. But I was always away from home, fighting the enemy, all my energy spent on keeping alive.

Of course I could have found comfort in one of the officer’s or soldier’s beds, but I somehow never did.

For the first time in my life I feel another hand on my cock, and it feels better than I ever imagined. Still I hesitate, not completely sure of what he wants, or how he sees me, and I ask him tentatively.

“Sire ?”

His insistence on being just Aragorm and Boromir makes me relax and I let my hand join his, kissing each other until we both cry out. He takes care of me as if he were my servant, makes apologies about his eagerness, and asks me permission to come back to me tonight.

I know what that means, and I feel a shiver of anticipation mingled with a bit of fear, but I take his hand and nod. It is what we both want and need, and it seems useless not to give in to it.

Someone has left us both clean clothes, and I dress quickly, for now I want to speak to my brother again, see his children and grandchildren, that Aragorn has told me about.

The day passes by quickly, and it is wonderful to see what has been accomplished by Aragorn, Arwen, Faramir and Eowyn. It has restored my confidence in the future and myself, and that night when we dine I realize I have found happiness. I do feel a little awkward towards Arwen, but she embraces me like a brother, and whispers some words regarding “our man” in my ears, which make me blush with delight.

For the first time today I find myself alone later, waiting anxiously for the man who means so much more to me than just my king. There is a velvet robe on my bed, and I undress slowly and put it on, not doubting for a moment he will come. I do not think I will ever doubt him again now.

I rise up to meet him when he enters the room, and even though there are two chairs drawn to the fire, and wine on the little table between, we do not sit down. He takes my hand and pulls me with him on the big bed, his hands undressing me, stroking me, while I still struggle with the fastenings of his clothes.

I have to give up, his hands demanding and taking possession until I am writhing beneath him, lying naked on the furs. Only then he kneels up, his hands almost tearing his tunic in his haste to undress. Our clothes fall in a velvet pile beside the bed and we are finally naked together.

We kiss again, our hands caressing and stroking. I moan when he plays with my nipple while I let my hand slide down to his cock, and feel it move in my grip. There is almost too much sensation, and my body is aching with need for him.

Then he breaks the kiss, his eyes burning while locking with mine. He bows over and takes a little vial out of the pile of clothes from the floor. His voice is soft, but determined when he speaks to me.

“We need to unite, Boromir, will you let me make love to you ?”

 

Aragorn

Impatient again, once in Boromir’s chamber, I ignore the chairs and wine set up by the fireside. I have no time for talking now and pull him to the big bed, thrilled beyond words, when he follows my lead and we are soon naked together, rolling sensuously on the fur bedcover.

 

We kiss and explore each other’s bodies feverishly and I am overjoyed to find him as eager as I. Soon, I can stand it no longer. The urge to join with him being overwhelming, I lean down to the pile of discarded clothes beside the bed and show him the small phial of oil I have brought.

 

I ask his permission to make love to him and he meets my  gaze boldly, ever the brave warrior, although I can feel him trembling in my arms. Suddenly, it occurs to me that Boromir is inexperienced in this and I have to ask him,

 

“My love ? Is this the first time for you with another man ?”

 

“In truth, Aragorn, it is the first time with anyone. I always felt that I was saving myself for someone and now I have found my answer and that is ‘yes’, I want you to make love to me. I have been waiting a long time now. Do not make me wait any longer, please.”

 

I roll him onto his back and draw his knees up, his feet resting flat on the bed and begin to kiss his inner thighs, working my way up to his throbbing member, standing proud and to attention, befitting a soldier. I run my tongue up the underside, swirling it around the purple helmet and lapping at the pearly droplets already collecting there.

 

He thrusts his hips up and winds his hands in my hair, making little, wordless noises of need, as I move down again and take his heavy sacks into my mouth, sucking gently.

 

Then my exploring tongue seeks out and circles the puckered entrance, which is my goal, and he arches off the bed, as I plunge it inside his heat and tightness.

 

He finds his voice again and groans,

 

“For pity’s sake, Aragorn, please ?”

 

I cease my tongue torment slicking my fingers with the oil and stretching him gently, but firmly, until I deem that he is ready and I use more oil to coat my member and begin to enter him.

 

Going as slowly as I am able, with an effort of will, I am finally fully seated within him and our bodies are one. We move together towards our ultimate consummation and when we climax together, calling each other’s names, I know that I have come home as much as he has.

 

In the afterglow, we lie and hold each other, sleepily, watching the dancing flames in the fireplace.

 

Boromir says softly and a little sadly,

 

“I may have been reborn, my love, but I am but a man and I will age and wither, while you will continue your long life. What will we do in another 40 years ?”

 

“I am not immortal, Boromir, but also a man and must one day come to dust. But we will live life to the full and we will love, while we can. We must make every day we have together precious. It is a gift.”

 

“And you kept your promise to me, Aragorn, as I keep mine to you. I will follow you, my Brother, my Captain, my King, for in truth, Love is stronger than Death.”

 

 

 

 

Comments

[alex-quine.livejournal.com]

There's a bunch of intriguing ideas here, for example, the turn around that sees Faramir now 'older' than his big brother. I miss Brand a little, I think because as an original character you worked hard at enabling us to understand his world and world view, whereas we already have ideas about the other characters. I kept wondering what would have happened if Legolas' potion hadn't worked? How would Brand/Boromir have found himself and how might he have been different from the man whose face he carries? In a way this feels like the outline for a much bigger piece - the whole allowed to expand.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your always thoughtful and articulate feedback, which is much appreciated ! We have never yet had the courage to explore writing a bigger piece, but it would be nice to return sometime and expand on this.

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"It has restored my confidence in the future and myself, and that night when we dine I realize I have found happiness. "

A fascinating story - how longing for and missing someone so much can bring them back again . . . Not only on Aragorn's part, but on Faramir's too.

I loved the little touches of the "old" Boromir - the blushing and the saving himself and deference to Awren - and the ending was quite perfect.

I would love to see Gondor 40 years again after this!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading and commenting ! We may well return to this sometime, as Alex has certainly given us some food for thought !