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keelywolfe) wrote2003-04-02 04:25 pm
keelywolfe) wrote2003-04-02 04:25 pm
Kink Ficlet: Gleam
Ahhh, yes. I have e-mail to reply to, a house to clean, and I'm here writing a kink ficlet.
The shame.
Nothing here so shocking that anyone should cringe, so I'm letting this kink be a surprise. ;)
Gleam
By keely
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He was no stranger to walking long distances. Once he had walked for half a day on a broken ankle when his horse had thrown him, clenching his teeth on every lightning flash of pain that had ridden a path up his leg and still he had walked on, never faltering. He had walked to the House of Healing on his own feet and had ignored the scolding he received for it while he was bandaged. He had endured pain time and again in his life without complaint, and fresh humiliation drew to the surface like blood from a wound that this simple thing would finally break the limits of his endurance.
Dark eyes were watching him through lowered lashes, thoughtful and knowing, and Boromir firmed his steps, determined not to be bested by this Man, by the soft chafe of metal between his legs.
He had first seen it on Aragorn, had been utterly shocked by the shimmer of metal wrapped around tender flesh, gleaming silvery white in the light from the fingernail sliver of the moon. Three luminous rings held him in a cold embrace and yet Boromir had been more scandalized that anyone would think to use mithril in such a manner.
Aragorn had smiled, his obvious amusement at Boromir's outrage stinging further and he had touched the rings lightly, sliding a fingertip over their liquid glow like one might test the sharpness of a blade.
"Lovely, is it not?" Uncertain as to whether Aragorn was speaking of the rings or himself, Boromir had found himself nodding regardless, only to still in shock as Aragorn added in soft, pleasant tones, "I believe it would be lovely on you as well. You shall wear it tomorrow while we travel."
Sharp refusals had burned on his tongue like the taste of ashes, utterly offended that Aragorn would attempt to breech their unspoken agreements so carelessly. These matters did not continue into the light of day, not by a single touch or word, and did Aragorn attempt to make it otherwise...it could not be allowed. Enough of his dignity had already been lost to this man, sacrificed each night at the last crimson touch of the Sun. More would be unacceptable.
Yet before he could release his bitter flood of insults, Aragorn had stepped closer, leaning against Boromir like one too weak to stand and he had whispered in sweet, mocking submission, "If you do, I'll let you take me."
His voice became the cruelest of caresses, touching Boromir in a fashion that he could not prevent and he had been betrayed yet again by the rush of lust pooling between his legs, silvery heat that matched the rings Aragorn was carefully sliding from his body. It had left him trembling, his pride once again tattered with little more than words.
And though he never murmured words of agreement, his silence was as telling as permission when he did not refuse the gentle touches of fingertips; the warmed metal rings carefully eased and settled in their proper places.
They had remained since that moment, cupping him in their unyielding grip, and yet he walked, unable to stop his thoughts from considering his reward though it only pained him further. He would have Aragorn on his knees this night, his wrists bound as he was taken, as brutally or tenderly as Boromir might wish. This night would be his night to hear blissfully sweet words of pleading.
Cradled in a King's ransom of mithril, Boromir walked on, both warmed and agonized by his thoughts of revenge.
-finis-
The shame.
Nothing here so shocking that anyone should cringe, so I'm letting this kink be a surprise. ;)
Gleam
By keely
~~*~~
He was no stranger to walking long distances. Once he had walked for half a day on a broken ankle when his horse had thrown him, clenching his teeth on every lightning flash of pain that had ridden a path up his leg and still he had walked on, never faltering. He had walked to the House of Healing on his own feet and had ignored the scolding he received for it while he was bandaged. He had endured pain time and again in his life without complaint, and fresh humiliation drew to the surface like blood from a wound that this simple thing would finally break the limits of his endurance.
Dark eyes were watching him through lowered lashes, thoughtful and knowing, and Boromir firmed his steps, determined not to be bested by this Man, by the soft chafe of metal between his legs.
He had first seen it on Aragorn, had been utterly shocked by the shimmer of metal wrapped around tender flesh, gleaming silvery white in the light from the fingernail sliver of the moon. Three luminous rings held him in a cold embrace and yet Boromir had been more scandalized that anyone would think to use mithril in such a manner.
Aragorn had smiled, his obvious amusement at Boromir's outrage stinging further and he had touched the rings lightly, sliding a fingertip over their liquid glow like one might test the sharpness of a blade.
"Lovely, is it not?" Uncertain as to whether Aragorn was speaking of the rings or himself, Boromir had found himself nodding regardless, only to still in shock as Aragorn added in soft, pleasant tones, "I believe it would be lovely on you as well. You shall wear it tomorrow while we travel."
Sharp refusals had burned on his tongue like the taste of ashes, utterly offended that Aragorn would attempt to breech their unspoken agreements so carelessly. These matters did not continue into the light of day, not by a single touch or word, and did Aragorn attempt to make it otherwise...it could not be allowed. Enough of his dignity had already been lost to this man, sacrificed each night at the last crimson touch of the Sun. More would be unacceptable.
Yet before he could release his bitter flood of insults, Aragorn had stepped closer, leaning against Boromir like one too weak to stand and he had whispered in sweet, mocking submission, "If you do, I'll let you take me."
His voice became the cruelest of caresses, touching Boromir in a fashion that he could not prevent and he had been betrayed yet again by the rush of lust pooling between his legs, silvery heat that matched the rings Aragorn was carefully sliding from his body. It had left him trembling, his pride once again tattered with little more than words.
And though he never murmured words of agreement, his silence was as telling as permission when he did not refuse the gentle touches of fingertips; the warmed metal rings carefully eased and settled in their proper places.
They had remained since that moment, cupping him in their unyielding grip, and yet he walked, unable to stop his thoughts from considering his reward though it only pained him further. He would have Aragorn on his knees this night, his wrists bound as he was taken, as brutally or tenderly as Boromir might wish. This night would be his night to hear blissfully sweet words of pleading.
Cradled in a King's ransom of mithril, Boromir walked on, both warmed and agonized by his thoughts of revenge.
-finis-
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hahahaah
Lovely!
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*shiver*
So very nice.
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He would have Aragorn on his knees this night, his wrists bound as he was taken, as brutally or tenderly as Boromir might wish. This night would be his night to hear blissfully sweet words of pleading.
And this is just screaming for a sequel!
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Maybe because I don't know why Aragorn is doing it, except for fun and because he can.
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And anyway, I'm sure he'll get some of his own back that night....maybe it's time Aragorn got a shock....
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And yet in such a delicious manner! I'm looking at mithril in a whole new light now! Very nice work!
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This is lovely, the language, the tension...
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Cradled in a King's ransom of mithril, Boromir walked on, both warmed and agonized by his thoughts of revenge.
nice...
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"Lovely, is it not?" Uncertain as to whether Aragorn was speaking of the rings or himself, Boromir had found himself nodding regardless... It's so Aragorn.
Count me with the others who would love to see a continuation of this one. Not that I, uh, read LOTR. ahem
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And may I say... the image of Aragorn face down and bound is just... you have to write it!
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I love this series... funny that what I wouldn't read in normal porn I'll read in fanfic... but I digress. As I mentioned to someone else, I love Arrogant!Boromir, but Top!Boromir and Sub!Boromir are up there as well.
Well done, Keely. Now, what's next? *drools happily at the possibilities*
Thanks!
~Kris
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Hee!
Word.
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Love your kinks, I do.
And you get 50 extra points for the Most Original Use of Mithril I've ever read.
Aragorn's domination of Boromir through "submission" and more overt means is just thoroughly yummy. I'm definitely looking forward to the next bit.
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Love this! So understated and what an image! What an image indeed!
Your Aragorn is dominant even when promising to submit to poor Boromir. A brilliant perception of that pairing which is very much like my own. Also liked our stubborn, pain-tolerant Boromir.
Thank you for our kinky King and his Steward.
Mim
dare I hope for some bloodplay between those two?/small>
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Heee! Yes, I rather think it is. *G* And excuse me while I blush! I'm always so delighted when you enjoy my stories. :)
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Hey, one should always be practical! Mithril is purty, and purty things should always be used properly. ;)
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Ok, don't answer that. *G*
But yes, I'm going to write it. Boromir deserves a shot at Aragorn, I do believe. *EG*
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Of course you don't. ;) And Boromir will get his chance, let's see how well he uses it. *EG*
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Oh, yes, I think Boromir is in for a surprise in the evening. *G*
And happy birthday to you! I hope it was a good one. :)
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Everyone in Middle Earth needs a mithril cockring! Well, maybe not Gandalf....
And I LOVE your icon! *G*
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I did bloodplay with the two of them and Legolas, but I don't think I'll be able to manage just the two of them. I'll have to think about it.
Your Aragorn is dominant even when promising to submit to poor Boromir. A brilliant perception of that pairing which is very much like my own. Also liked our stubborn, pain-tolerant Boromir.
Yes, I think Boromir is going to find that getting his revenge won't be as easy as he thought. *EG*
I'm glad you liked it!
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I'm at a loss for words, here. This is just incredible.
The way that Aragorn is really controlling Boromir, though Boromir is planning his own dominance... in the end, Aragorn is the one who dominated. Who controlled. He's given a little to have Boromir give so much.
Oh, but Boromir's pride really needs to be deflated (heh. And Aragorn's needs to be taken down as well. But who has the strength for that?)
Just... just...
Gyahhhhhh
You rock. I can't really think of much more coherent thoughts than that. This is awesome.
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Boromir always needed a good kick to the pride. Aragorn's OK. He's going to be a King! They need their egos. *G*