AraBoro ficlet
Jan. 7th, 2007 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moldavaVacation is good, vacation means I've managed to finish a ficlet I've been dragging along for ages.
Here it is with my best belated wishes for a wonderful 2007 *huggles all around*
Title: Tension
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moldava
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: they're not mine, regretfully
Archive: Rugbytackling
"You have a lot of tension loaded on your shoulders, warrior of Gondor," Aragorn murmurs, his voice a low whisper that has Boromir steeling himself to keep from leaning closer, close enough for the whispering lips to brush his ear. The ranger's half-gloved hand rests lightly on the Gondorian's shoulder, but he keenly feels its weight, and its insinuating warmth. "What are you planning to do about it, warrior of Gondor? Lifting that heavy sword of yours when your muscles are so tense might cause.. damage.."
"You are what is causing most of that tension, ranger. So what are you planning to do about it?" Boromir growls, the admission out before he can stop himself.
Silence hangs, thick and enveloping, filled with anticipation. Boromir can almost hear his heartbeat, racing as the silence lengthens, then stopping. Stopping when callused fingertips brush away his hair and hot lips touch his nape. A warm wet tongue starts tracing the knotted muscles in his shoulders and he bites his lip.
"Does this help?" Aragorn murmurs, the movement of his beard-lined lips sending shivers down Boromir's spine and making his nipples tighten.
"Maybe..." Boromir concedes reluctantly, grateful for the fact that the ranger cannot see his face right now.
"Good, that means your sword will strike true and strong tomorrow, because I know what needs to be done to ease that tension.." the ranger whispers as the tip of his tongue follows the line of Boromir's shoulderblade.
"What?" Boromir asks harshly, unable to resist hearing Aragorn's intentions spelled out in that soft, wicked whisper that seems to insinuate itself in every nerve of his body.
"I will use my tongue on you. Everywhere.."
"Everywhere? That can't be, you cannot mean everywhere," Boromir scoffs, the challenge in his words masking a hint of scared fascination.
"Everywhere..." Aragorn repeats, his whisper filled with promise.
***
Boromir's teeth sink into the flesh of his hand, but he knows that the ranger is somehow aware that he's doing this. And he knows that the sharp pain of the bite is not enough to hold back the sounds he's making. He can feel the ranger's lips curling in a smile, then his tongue is there again, thrusting inside him.
Nothing in his life has prepared him for this, has ever felt like this. The way the tongue breaches him and moves inside him is giving him excruciating pleasure. But, at the same time, makes him feel desperately empty, hungry for a different kind of invasion, for a fullness that is unknown to him. Yet.
His own voice sounds alien to him when he speaks, sounding as if it belongs to someone else, someone he has only just found.
"That tension you were talking about... it's getting worse, ranger... this is not helping tame it..." he whispers, whimpering when his words cause the exploring tongue to withdraw.
"It has to get worse before it can get better," the ranger murmurs, his breath hot on the damp skin of Boromir's cleft. "It must build until it cannot get any higher. Then, only then, will it reach its peak and release you.."
In the flickering light of the fire Boromir stares at the red half-moon his teeth have marked into his hand. He licks some seeping blood. It tastes coppery and sweetish, it tastes like giving in to something you have long wanted and long denied yourself.
Slowly he turns his head and locks eyes with the ranger.
"Take me there," he whispers.
Here it is with my best belated wishes for a wonderful 2007 *huggles all around*
Title: Tension
Author:
moldavaPairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: they're not mine, regretfully
Archive: Rugbytackling
"You have a lot of tension loaded on your shoulders, warrior of Gondor," Aragorn murmurs, his voice a low whisper that has Boromir steeling himself to keep from leaning closer, close enough for the whispering lips to brush his ear. The ranger's half-gloved hand rests lightly on the Gondorian's shoulder, but he keenly feels its weight, and its insinuating warmth. "What are you planning to do about it, warrior of Gondor? Lifting that heavy sword of yours when your muscles are so tense might cause.. damage.."
"You are what is causing most of that tension, ranger. So what are you planning to do about it?" Boromir growls, the admission out before he can stop himself.
Silence hangs, thick and enveloping, filled with anticipation. Boromir can almost hear his heartbeat, racing as the silence lengthens, then stopping. Stopping when callused fingertips brush away his hair and hot lips touch his nape. A warm wet tongue starts tracing the knotted muscles in his shoulders and he bites his lip.
"Does this help?" Aragorn murmurs, the movement of his beard-lined lips sending shivers down Boromir's spine and making his nipples tighten.
"Maybe..." Boromir concedes reluctantly, grateful for the fact that the ranger cannot see his face right now.
"Good, that means your sword will strike true and strong tomorrow, because I know what needs to be done to ease that tension.." the ranger whispers as the tip of his tongue follows the line of Boromir's shoulderblade.
"What?" Boromir asks harshly, unable to resist hearing Aragorn's intentions spelled out in that soft, wicked whisper that seems to insinuate itself in every nerve of his body.
"I will use my tongue on you. Everywhere.."
"Everywhere? That can't be, you cannot mean everywhere," Boromir scoffs, the challenge in his words masking a hint of scared fascination.
"Everywhere..." Aragorn repeats, his whisper filled with promise.
***
Boromir's teeth sink into the flesh of his hand, but he knows that the ranger is somehow aware that he's doing this. And he knows that the sharp pain of the bite is not enough to hold back the sounds he's making. He can feel the ranger's lips curling in a smile, then his tongue is there again, thrusting inside him.
Nothing in his life has prepared him for this, has ever felt like this. The way the tongue breaches him and moves inside him is giving him excruciating pleasure. But, at the same time, makes him feel desperately empty, hungry for a different kind of invasion, for a fullness that is unknown to him. Yet.
His own voice sounds alien to him when he speaks, sounding as if it belongs to someone else, someone he has only just found.
"That tension you were talking about... it's getting worse, ranger... this is not helping tame it..." he whispers, whimpering when his words cause the exploring tongue to withdraw.
"It has to get worse before it can get better," the ranger murmurs, his breath hot on the damp skin of Boromir's cleft. "It must build until it cannot get any higher. Then, only then, will it reach its peak and release you.."
In the flickering light of the fire Boromir stares at the red half-moon his teeth have marked into his hand. He licks some seeping blood. It tastes coppery and sweetish, it tastes like giving in to something you have long wanted and long denied yourself.
Slowly he turns his head and locks eyes with the ranger.
"Take me there," he whispers.
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Date: 2007-01-07 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 10:59 am (UTC)I've been (Bean?) in much need of hot Raggy/Brom over the last couple of days and then I wake up to this!
I adore the image of Brom biting his hand so hard that it bleeds and the way he discovers so much in its taste, the way he acknowledges and gives in to what he needs.
A wonderfully hot start to my day and one which hopefully will remind my lazy bunnies that it's more fun to be hopping about than hiding behind the sofa.
Thanks too for the friending. And if it's still ok I'll send you a very short bit of Italian for inspection - I'm pretty sure it's a good translation though would appreciate your opinion.
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Date: 2007-01-07 08:22 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked the blood taste thing, I was quite pleased when the idea came to me because I think it makes for a nice turning point in what Brom is feeling.
*huggles*
and yes, do send me that bit in Italian along with the English text, I'll check it out for you. Viggo and Aragorn are plotting mischief right now, enjoy ;)
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Date: 2007-01-07 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 08:45 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-01-07 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 12:57 pm (UTC)And what a nice way to re-introduce yourself :) The idea with the blood telling him what it is he wants is also very interesting, because it was initially the idea of blood that separates Boromir and Aragorn...
I am glad you are back :)
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Date: 2007-01-07 08:31 pm (UTC)I've never been really away, just keeping an eye on LJ but not posting. You can blame work and Neopets addiction ;)
And you're right - and clever, I didn't think of that - blood is what puts them on different sides of the barricades and what is the turning point for Boromir here. Thanks for the insight :)
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Date: 2007-01-07 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 08:34 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-01-07 04:47 pm (UTC)And you already know how pleased I am to have you back, but I'm even more pleased that you have come back with such a wonderful piece of Aragorn and Boromir! *huggles tight*
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Date: 2007-01-07 08:40 pm (UTC)And that icon is just perfect *hugs tighté
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Date: 2007-01-08 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-07 08:42 pm (UTC)Thanks and hugs!
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Date: 2007-01-07 11:44 pm (UTC)And what a lovely little present you bring... hot and lovely and full of promise! And the descriptions are.... extremely yummy. *grin*
A wonderful fic to start the year!
~Kris
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Date: 2007-01-09 06:06 pm (UTC)And here's to another wonderful VigBean year, hoping my muses are a little less absent than they've been lately
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Date: 2007-01-08 03:04 am (UTC)at the same time, makes him feel desperately empty, hungry for a different kind of invasion, for a fullness that is unknown to him. Yet. I love this line.
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Date: 2007-01-09 06:07 pm (UTC)I was very undecided about that 'yet', Boromir tried to resist it..
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Date: 2007-01-08 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-09 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-09 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-08 06:37 pm (UTC)Augurissimi per uno strepitoso 2007!
Come va? Spero tutto bene. E l'adozione a distanza come procede?
♥
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Date: 2007-01-09 06:11 pm (UTC)Tutto bene, come al solito troppo lavoro e qualche bel viaggetto ogni tanto ;)
Il pupetto sta bene, i volontari dell'associazione sono andati in Tibet ad agosto e ho visto dei video che hanno girato là. Un'emozione speciale
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Date: 2007-01-08 08:27 pm (UTC)*breaks of and starts mopping drool*
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Date: 2007-01-09 06:12 pm (UTC)