Title: In my dreams (1/1) Author: Chris (runya_of_gondor@hotmail.com) Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir (Boromir's POV) Rating: NC-17 Summary: In the darkness of Moria Boromir finds a way to overcome his fears... Disclaimer: these wonderful characters are not mine, they belong to the genius of J.R.R. Tolkien, the poem is mine though Feedback: always very welcome *please... puppy eyes*, if you wanna flame me, fine... ;) Archives: list archive, all others please ask Author's note: This fic as well as the poem 'In my dreams' I used for Legolas' song are dedicated to the incredibly talented Sean Bean for bringing my beloved Boromir to life and for just being his wonderful adorable self. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------- In my dreams Caught in the lonely shadows I stand and wait for dawn, Legolas is singing, his sad voice echoing in the endless darkness of Khazad-dûm. Is it night or day? I do not know, I've lost count of the hours we spent in the threatening blackness of what has once been the realm of Dwarrowdelf, once shining with wealth and splendour, now deserted, silent, dead. I am alone, alone in a darkness without dawn, alone with my painful thoughts, the painful pictures that I see whenever I close my eyes: Gondor lost in darkness, Minas Tirith in ruins, my father's broken eyes staring at me in voiceless reproach, Faramir's eyes filled with tears, mirroring destruction and grief, his voice, far, so far away, speaking of the fall of Númenor he has so often seen in dreams, except that it seems no longer to be that distant realm of legend he speaks of, not that great Kingdom of Men lost in the depths of time, it is Gondor he speaks of in his soft, sad voice, the fall of Gondor that I have set out to prevent. No, I'm alone, darkness all around and Legolas' voice in the distance. a silent tear is running, my lonely heart is torn Soft breath on my skin, like a warm wind out of nowhere, warm in this deadly cold. Strong arms encircling me, hot lips on my neck, the darkness whispering my name. 'Boromir.' I lean into the embrace, I feel strength radiating from the warm touch. Hands getting lost in my hair, lips traveling over my face, finding my mouth, a tongue parting my lips, exploring, hungrily, desperate. I feel myself return the kiss, give in, get lost. Fingertips tracing the lines of my face, a stifled sigh. I know I cannot have you but cannot live without, Make me forget, please make me forget the pictures inside my mind. Soft hair beneath my fingers. Wish I could see your face. But I'm blind, blind in this endless night. You draw me close, I feel your warmth running through my body and the images of destruction slowly give way to the memory of your brilliant blue eyes, like the endless depths of the sea. You are still kissing me, your passion sets my soul on fire, burns me in a half painful sensation. A hand finding its way beneath my shirt, caressing my chest. I shiver though I burn, tremble at your touch, long to touch you, hold you. Your tongue flicking over my lips, the scent of you all around me, the taste of your lips I know so well. My lips on your chin in the darkness, brushing your beard. Even this darkness cannot harm me as long as you're with me. My fingers helplessly fumbling the laces of your shirt - I so want to touch you - pulling the cloth over you head, letting it drop to the floor. I do not care, I do not care anymore. It doesn't matter what will be, in your arms darkness cannot reach my heart. Save me as you've done so many times before. A strangled moan as my lips travel over your bare chest, as my tongue plays with your nipples, lips travelling deeper still. I'm on my knees, on my knees before you, my King, king of my heart, master of my soul. I feel you kneel down beside me. Will you not have me worship you, my lord, my love? a strange infatuation so full of pain and doubt You claim my lips again, a surge of passion running through me, my hands slipping down your back, cupping the blades of your shoulders. I feel your hands undo the laces of my shirt, pulling, half ripping it down. Cold air on my bare skin, making me shiver, your warm hands on my chest, your hands and your lips. I'm pulling you against me, your skin on mine, so close, so warm. Your head resting against my chest, my hands caressing your hair, your fair face, that I cannot see in the darkness but that is clearly imprinted in my memory, forever. I know every line, the curve of your lips, the light of your eyes, I will remember it until I die. You kiss my fingers, the palm of my hand, my wrist. I feel you raise your lips to mine, your hands finding their way to my hips, pulling my body against yours, making me aware of your growing desire, your desire mirroring my own. I'm yours, you know I'm yours, now and forever although you can never wholly be mine, I know, I know although moments like these can make me forget for a while. How I desire you, my beloved rival, always have I desired you, will desire you for the rest of my days and beyond. You have undone my belt, run your hand over the cloth of my breeches, sending waves of fire through my veins, causing a low moan to escape my lips. Your fingertips brush my growing errection, I feel my control slipping, giving way to a painful longing for fulfillment. Only half-concious I help you pull down my breeches, drowning in a sea of desire. Strong arms pinning me to the ground, burning lips ravishing mine, the rough fabric of your breeches on my naked body, the cold stones beneath. In dreams you stand before me, so close and yet so far, You're my soul and my life, my saviour and my destructor, my desire and my pain, my lust and my purest love, you are all I am, all I will ever be. You are my darkness and my light, my hope, Estel, and my desperation, my death and my rebirth, my King. Never have I known such bliss, never until that first moment of fulfillment in your arms. All my life I have lived without knowing love, except for the love for my home, without knowing desire, except for the desire to defend it. Is it our fate now, in these darkest of days, that we should be together? I want to believe it, I so want to believe it and I know, I feel I do. My trembling hands reach for your belt, struggling, failing. I'm losing my mind, all reason is swept away in this ocean of passion. You reach down to help me, your hand on mine. It is trembling, too. Our fingers entwinded, your tongue on my lips, your body on mine, only you, everywhere, breaths mingling, your soul filling me. I wish I could hold this moment forever, never let you go, never return to the cold loneliness that is my life without you. A soft moan, rough fabric giving way to the warmth of your arousal against my skin, your body moving over mine, your lips sliding down my chest, lower, lower still. I catch my breath, a shuddering sigh escaping my lips. Have I known pleasure until this moment? I only live in your arms, every second without you must be death, a slow tormenting death. Do not let me die, I cannot die knowing there is such life... my very soul is aching to be there where you are Your warmth closing in over me, enveloping me. I'm lost, so lost and yet I feel so found, at home, so safe, completely safe. I arch into your touch, my hands somewhere down there, entangled in your hair. Your tongue exploring my most intimate places, your lips everywhere. You moan against my hard flesh, caressing me, teasing me, driving me mad. Your mouth so warm, every time your lips leave me it is like a dagger in my heart, a cruel piercing cold. Do not leave me... My lips form your name, your mouth still on my body, your tongue running up and down the length of my manhood in feverish extasy. Do not stop. A silent prayer, a voiceless plea. Never stop... My body on the brink of completion, my soul crying out for you. Darkness... but I care not, no longer. A shadow rising... but you are here, you are the light. Hold me, just hold me forever like this and I will follow you into the night, into death, into the very heart of Mordor if must be, if this is where you are going. If this is your road, it will also be mine and even if it led you at last before the throne of Sauron himself I would not yield, my King, so much more than a King to me, my destiny, master of my fate. My life's at your mercy and I rejoice, I who in my pride have known neither king nor lord except myself, I would gladly lay Gondor at your feet, I whose only desire has been to rise above the heights of all who were before me, I rejoice in this uttermost submission. I'm yours, yours in body and soul. Until the end of time... In dreams my heart is breaking the barrier of time Cold, cruel tormenting cold. I feel torn apart, bereft as your lips leave me. Wanting to cry out I can only whisper, beg you. Do not leave me... Your lips capturing mine, reassuring, comforting, promising. I can taste myself on your lips, on your tongue as it invades my mouth. I do not resist, my defenses long since shattered. Have they ever truly existed? Thoughts fade into black nothingness as my hands slide down your body, trembling as they reach your hardened length. You moan into my mouth as I run my fingers over the tip of your errection, open my thighs, guiding you to the tight entrance of my body. Hesitation, you stiffen in my embrace for a second, I know what it is you want to ask. Why must you always be so gentle, so concerned? Don't be, please don't be. I don't want you to speak, silence your lips with mine, push my hips against yours, demanding, almost pleading. A soft moan, a silent agreement, a second's pain giving way to unknown pleasure welling up inside me, drowning me, making me lose my senses. Your body moving above me, inside me, your soul and mine becoming one, my heartbeat reflected in the rhythmical thrusts of your hips, your lips never leaving mine. Waves of desire washing over me and your body everywhere, consuming me, setting me free. This is who I am, who I want to be, now and forever... My helpless moans drowned in your mouth, my fingers lost in your hair. You, only you... nothing matters anymore, nothing but you. I'm yours, yours to possess, yours to do with me what you want, my King, if you just let me be with you like this, if you just let me love you... Fire surging through my body, your hands pressing me against you, a feeling of painful completion, your heat inside me, your passion burning my soul. You are mine, mine only for a blissful second's eternity. I hold you close, trying to catch my breath. Your fingers on my face, tracing my lips almost shyly. 'Boromir.' Your voice is shaking with passion, almost breaking. Do not speak, do not speak, my love, my King, my brother, my leader, my saviour, my hope, Estel, you who are everything to me, you who are my life, my soul, my every breath is yours, yours until an end will come to eternity. and there, all doubt forsaking, one moment you are mine Mine, mine only. Just for a moment, gone so soon, too soon... But what more can I hope for? What more can I ask? What more do I need? I love you, I love you beyond reason, beyond doubt, beyond this darkness, beyond the borders of this world. And as long as I can have just the slightest hope that in the depths of your soul you care for me as well it will be enough to make me happy for a lifetime. I feel your caress in the darkness and I know that all I will ever need is right here with me, all I will ever need is here in my arms. And in my mind there's the faint echo of a song, a sad song in the darkness. In dreams my heart is breaking the barrier of time and there, all doubt forsaking, one moment you are mine ... one moment you are mine... FINIS.