"Faramir," Boromir said hesitantly, moving to sit on the bed beside his brother. Aragorn stayed where he was, standing in the mouth of the short hallway that led back to the bathing chamber, merely watching silently. Boromir waited until Faramir's dark blue eyes turned to him before asking softly, "how long have you been here?"
"Long enough," Faramir said simply, and Boromir almost groaned in despair. It was enough that Faramir knew of his activities with Aragorn.....but to have actually been witness to them. It must have been absolutely abhorent to him.
"Dear Valar.......Faramir.......I did not wish for you to see........" Boromir paused, closing his eyes and looking away, his shame too great for words. He should have been more discreet. He should have ensured the door to the chamber was locked. He should have made sure that his brother was protected from such a sight.
Boromir felt the touch of Faramir's hand on his own, but barely acknowledged the light caress. What brought his attention back was when Faramir lifted his hand to his lips and gently kissed it, then spoke in a voice that was deeper than Boromir had heard before. And when he looked at his brother, he saw.......what? Excitement? Longing? Love? Acceptance? Desire? Boromir gasped. He saw all of those......and more. There seemed to be a veritable cornucopia of emotions in the cobalt depths of Faramir's eyes.
"Boromir.......Do not feel ashamed for what I have witnessed, for tis not the first time I have seen you thus." Now Faramir blushed slightly at his own admission, glancing briefly to Aragorn, who looked just as surprised as Boromir now. Then Faramir looked back to Boromir, his eyes imploring. "Boromir.......What I have seen. What you and the Lord Aragorn have shared......." He swallowed, then managed to say in a bare murmur. "I want that, Boromir." He paused again, and then his eyes moved to the dark, silent shadow of Aragorn. "And I wish the Lord Aragorn to be the one to initiate me." Now Aragorn's eyes widened and darted to look at Boromir, while Boromir's mouth dropped open in shock. Taking advantage of the momentary wordlessness of his brother, Faramir now held Boromir's hand between both of his own as he added, "and I want you to be with me as well, Boromir. I wish for you to be by my side as I am taken by the Lord Aragorn. I wish to share in what you two have."
Finally finding his voice and coming out of his shock a bit, Boromir now brought his free hand up to lay against Faramir's cheek, saying in a voice hoarse with emotion, "Faramir......dearest one.......I would never deny you anything, you know that. But I fear for you. If you give yourself over to us.......I fear you will lose your desire to seek out others. And in this way, you will miss out on the opportunity to find one that brings you true happiness. One that you can share your entire being with. Your true soul mate, as Aragorn and I are to one another." Boromir glanced at Aragorn, who was still watching the brothers' exchange wordlessly, though he had now moved closer to the bed, still holding the towel tightly wrapped around him.
Now Faramir smiled gently reaching up and slowly stroking his hand over Boromir's cheek, and in response to his brother's words, merely whispered, "Do not fear of such things, Boromir." Then he leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, but with a firmness that let Boromir know that he was quite serious in his intentions.
Caught unawares, Boromir was frozen in place momentarily as his brother's soft, full lips enveloped his, seeing those lovely deep blue eyes flutter closed as he put everything he was into this gesture of love and affection. With a soft sigh, Boromir let his arms come up around Faramir and kissed him back, feeling his brother's body go soft and pliant in his embrace.
Soon......almost too soon......the kiss was broken, and Faramir let his eyes open slowly, gazing at Boromir. Boromir could only look back, his mind in a whirl at all that had happened in the past five minutes. He was so disoriented at first that it took him a moment to register that Faramir was now tugging gently at the towel that was wrapped around his body.
"Faramir......." Boromir said hesitantly, moving his hand to lay it over Faramir's, momentarily halting his younger brother's actions.
"Shhh........" Faramir whispered. "Be not afraid, brother. I wish to see you." With that, he brushed Boromir's hand aside and loosened the towel so that it fell into a pool on the bed.
Wordlessly, Faramir let his gaze drink in the splendor of his brother's unclothed form, while Boromir watched him, his cheeks slightly flushed at the intensity of the scrutiny.
Finally, in a hushed tone, his eyes shining, Faramir said, "How beautiful you are, Boromir. The Valar forgive me for saying such a thing, but if were we not tied by the bonds of blood, I would wish for you to lie with me as a lover would."
Just then, Aragorn's soft voice spoke from the other side of Faramir. "But as you and I share no such bond, I would be honored to perform such a service in your brother's stead."
Faramir turned to look at the dark-haired man, who had seated himself on the bed with such silence and stealth that neither brother had noted it. Aragorn had removed his own towel, and now sat revealed for Faramir's inquisitive eyes, his own expression calm and without a trace of discomforture.
Boromir watched with a combination of apprehension and happiness as Aragorn drew Faramir's head toward him and kissed him, patiently allowing Faramir to part his lips on his own and allow the Ranger to plunder his mouth with his tongue. Aragorn slowly licked the inside of Faramir's mouth, stroking the younger man's tongue with his own, drinking of his lips, indulging in them.
Faramir sighed as his mouth was so thoroughly and sensuously taken. Never in his life had he experienced such bliss from a gesture that had heretofore seemed so perfunctory. In his encounters with women, kissing had been merely a means to an end. A brief and hurried bit of foreplay to prelude the actual sexual act. But now, as Aragorn continued to feast on his mouth, deepening the kiss by small degrees, Faramir began to realize that such an activity could in fact be part of the meal, and not just a mere appetizer.
Now, Aragorn broke the kiss and gazed at Faramir as the slightly dazed younger man passed his tongue over his full lips, tasting the lingering traces of Aragorn on them and hungering for more. But now he felt the solid weight of his elder brother against his back, and turned around in order to be caught up in Boromir's kisses once again.
Faramir's body was alive and burning with excitement. His skin tingled, his head swam, his penis was a throbbing iron spike within the confines of his breeches. He longed to be unclad as Boromir and Aragorn were, but he did not want to cease having his mouth consumed by his brother in order to request such a thing. He thought he could continue having his mouth shared between them like this until the end of the world and be completely content.
But now he felt the laces of his shirt being loosened, and realized that Aragorn was reaching around the front of him and performing this service, and now Faramir felt the rough texture of the Ranger's calloused fingers dancing over the muscular slopes of his bare chest, stroking over the light dusting of blonde hair and teasing his nipples into hardness, making him gasp softly into Boromir's mouth.
Working in perfect concert with one another, Boromir broke his kiss with Faramir just long enough for Aragorn to sweep the younger brother's shirt over his head, then Boromir went back to eagerly plundering the sweetness of his brother's mouth. The elder Gondorian was almost overwhelmed at how delicious his brother tasted, how wonderfully soft and warm his lips were, how good his bare flesh felt pressed up against his own. And such a wave of love for Faramir swept over him that he let out a small whimper and clutched his younger brother tighter to him, plunging his tongue even deeper into his mouth, trying to devour as much of him as possible.
Now Aragorn was sweeping his lips and tongue over the smooth flesh of Faramir's shoulders, sweeping aside shining blonde hair to nibble with lustful insistance at the young man's neck, and all the while the Ranger's hands were stroking up and down Faramir's sides, from his ribcage to his waist.
The younger Gondorian was completely swept away by sensation now. His heart was pounding with excitement and the stirrings of his own increasingly aroused body, but at the same time he had such profound feelings of warmth and comfort and contentment, as if love and acceptance were a thick comforting blanket that he could wrap himself up in. And that blanket was what Boromir and Aragorn were providing for him. That security and depth of emotion that he had been needing and seeking for so long, but that always seemed to be dancing mockingly out of reach for so long.
Then any semblance of coherent thought was forcibly driven from Faramir's mind as he felt his breeches loosened by knowing fingers and felt the slick heat of a tongue circling the overly sensitive head of his penis. He instinctively reached down with one hand and buried his fingers into the soft fall of Aragorn's hair as the Ranger knelt on the floor between his parted legs, lapping eagerly at his stiffened flesh.
As Aragorn's oral ministrations turned less teasing and more serious, taking the full length of Faramir's shaft into his mouth and swallowing it again and again, Faramir moaned into the sweet, moist chamber of his brother's mouth and broke the kiss, tilting his head back in ecstasy. He could scarcely believe this was happening to him. Here he was, wrapped in his brother's embrace, as Boromir kissed and nibbled eagerly at his neck and shoulder, and meanwhile, the future King of Gondor was kneeling like a whore between his legs, servicing his manhood with both a skill and an eagerness that made him almost mad with desire.
Faramir's moans increased in frequency and volume and his breathing sharpened as he felt his release swiftly approaching. He could not hold out against the double assault he was receiving.
"Gods......" Faramir murmured. "'Tis too much, my Lord........Too much.......I cannot......" Then with a spasmodic thrust of his hips and a loud groan of pleasure, he was pouring his essence into Aragorn's mouth, who surprised the young prince still further by swallowing every drop as though Faramir's release were the finest wine.
Temporarily spent and completely dazed at what had just taken place, Faramir let his upper body collapse into the familiar comfort of his elder brother's embrace, where he had always found solace before when he needed it. And Boromir was there for him, as always. He pressed a gentle kiss to Faramir's temple and murmured in his smooth, deep voice, "Did you enjoy that, dearest one?"
Trembling slightly in reaction and unable as yet to form words, apparently, Faramir could only nod helplessly, feeling the languid afterglow of his climax like he had never felt it before. He noted that Aragorn had risen from his position on the floor and was now seated on the bed beside Faramir again, merely gazing at the brothers through his unscrutable blue eyes again.
The lassitude did not last long, though, and as Faramir looked at Aragorn, seeing the wordless promise in his eyes and the Ranger's own aroused member, standing proudly between taut thighs, the young Gondorian felt his passions started to stir again. His breath caught in his throat momentarily at the sudden wave of desire that washed over him again, and his eyes flared with heat.
Aragorn's sharp, attentive gaze picked up on these tiny signals and he knew that Faramir was now ready for the next step. He cut his eyes to Boromir, and another silent message passed between the two. Boromir nodded almost inperceptibly, his expression turning almost sad. He slowly turned Faramir's face toward him, studying him for a brief time, then he leaned forward and placed the lightest of kisses on his brother's forehead, then slowly to each cheek, then finally, pressing his lips to Faramir's for a brief kiss that was nonetheless filled with the greatest tenderness. Then, still with that slightly melancholic gleam in his green eyes, Boromir gently pushed Faramir back so that he was laying on the bed. Then Boromir moved off to the side, giving up his brother into Aragorn's possession.
Moving with an almost feline grace, Aragorn slid Faramir's loosened breeches down his legs until they fell to the floor, then stretched out beside the younger man, immediately taking his mouth in another deep, probing kiss that made Faramir shudder and sigh and caused his recently depleted member to start hardening again almost immediately.
Boromir chewed thoughtfully at his lower lip as he watched Aragorn slide his hand underneath the backs of Faramir's knees, lifting slightly to encourage the young prince to pull his bent legs up. All the while, the Ranger never stopped the sensuous pressure of his lips, kissing Faramir again and again until he felt the muscular body beneath him surrender utterly, relaxing completely under Aragorn's ministrations.
Knowing what Aragorn would need next, Boromir hurried to the bathing chamber and grabbed up an elegant crystalline bottle from near the tub, returning to the side of his brother with all speed and handing the bottle to Aragorn, who had broken off kissing Faramir and took the offering with a nod of thanks, his blue eyes shining with reassurance meant for Boromir alone. Boromir sighed and cut his gaze to his brother again, who looked both completely wanton but also still beautifully innocent all at once.
Aragorn uncorked the small bottle and let a stream of golden oil pour over his fingers, and soon the chamber was filled with the heady, spiced, yet soothing fragrance of the blend. Faramir watched him silently, his eyes reflecting a combination of need, apprehension, and curiosity.
"Turn onto your side, Faramir," Aragorn instructed quietly, setting the bottle down on the table near at hand and half-reclining on the bed behind Faramir, who had done as the Ranger requested.
Boromir now stretched out on his side as well, facing Faramir, and laying a protective, comforting hand on his brother's hip. In this way, he could be near to his brother and gauge his reactions to what was to come. If such a thing were possible, Boromir believed that he was more nervous about what was to happen than Faramir was. For Boromir remembered a time when he had first been taken by a man, and though he had tried for many, many years to block that memory from his mind, it still returned to haunt him.
He remembered his foolish pride.......the pride of a young warrior who knew that he was destined for great things. He remembered that night in the tavern, over way too many cups of mead, where he had been engaged in debate with a number of coarse soldiers from Harad who had come seeking trade relations with Gondor. When Boromir had made the fateful statement that he could make anyone.......be they male or female........quiver with passion at his touch.
One of the Haradrim had taken the young Boromir up on his challenge, and it had ended up with Boromir's virginity being forcibly taken from him in the cellar of the tavern. Even now, safe in this bedchamber in Minas Tirith, with those events years past now, Boromir felt a fine sweat break out on his face as he recalled the agonizing pain of being split open, of the crude, coarse laughter of his rapist, throwing mocking words at Boromir as he rutted him like a beast. And Boromir remembered his jaws aching from clenching his teeth so hard to keep in the cries of pain........the cries that finally had to be let out to save his sanity. And it was that......more than the rape itself........that had haunted Boromir for years to come. The fact that he had broken down and showed weakness to an adversary. His torn and bruised flesh healed quickly from the ordeal, but the mental scars had held fast, well into his adult years.
Until Aragorn. Aragorn had broken through the protective shell that Boromir had drawn around himself. And Boromir sighed with relief and thanked the Valar again for allowing his destiny to cross with that of this remarkable man.
Now Aragorn was gently stroking his fingers up and down the crease between Faramir's buttocks, circling and probing at the tight entrance there, pausing as a small tremor rippled through Faramir's body......though whether the tremor was due to anticipation or to fear, Aragorn could not be certain. Boromir noted this as well, and lifted a hand to touch his brother's face lightly, whispering, "Are you all right, dearest?"
Faramir nodded, only betraying by the rippling of his throat as he swallowed that he was nervous. And when Aragorn breached him with a slippery finger, pushing in slowly but purposefully, the young prince gasped slightly at the strange intrusion. However, he somehow instinctively knew not to tense up, but a tiny shiver ran through his body as Aragorn began to work his finger in and out of the tight confines, slicking up the passage with the oil, preparing Faramir for what was to come next.
When a second finger was inserted alongside the first, Faramir closed his eyes, willing himself to relax. It burned.......but that was already fading. The most uncomfortable part was just the strangeness of it. The odd sensation of being stretched as Aragorn began to twist and scissor his fingers within him, opening him up further than he had ever been opened before.
"You are doing so very well, Faramir," Aragorn said softly, concentrating fully on his own actions and how each tiny movement he made was affecting the young man before him. He knew it was imperative to cause Faramir as little pain as possible.....both for his sake and for Boromir's.....but it was going to be impossible to make this completely painless. The younger Gondorian's body had never been breached by any means before, and was as tight and virginal as could be. Aragorn tried to temporarily ignore the excited twitchings in his manhood as that portion of him was already reminding him of how long it had been since he had taken a true virgin......male or female.
Now he carefully worked his fingers in deeper, curling them the tiniest bit in the confining space, and felt it when Faramir's body suddenly tensed around him in a jolt as a louder, more startled gasp escaped from him. The young prince's eyes closed and a shudder wracked his form.
Boromir was alarmed by this. He tightened his fingers on his brother's hip, asking in a hushed, urgent tone, "Faramir......Are you all right, my treasure?"
In the pause that followed, Faramir's eyes slowly slid open, and the dark, hungry expression in his deep blue eyes made Boromir feel both immensely relieved and oddly excited. Immediately, he knew what his brother's startling reaction had been caused by. Aragorn had apparently found Faramir's sweet spot, and Boromir knew from experience what a galvanizing, all-encompassing feeling that could be. He had never seen such a look as this on his brother's countenance before, and it made him even more beautiful than before.
"Oh yes, I am quite well, Boromir," Faramir sighed, his voice deep and husky. Then he turned his head slightly and directed his words to the man behind him. "Lord Aragorn......If you would, please......Whatever it is you just did, pray do it again......."
Aragorn could not suppress a smile at the combination of polite inquiry and lustful resonance in the young man's voice. "I most assuredly will, my lovely Faramir," he said in a soft murmur, stroking his free hand down the long expanse of the young prince's side, briefly caressing Boromir's fingers as he met them on Faramir's hip.
Then, before continuing, Aragorn lay completely behind Faramir, kissing the back of the young Gondorian's neck gently before whispering in his ear, "But you need not call me "Lord" at this time. Right now we are lovers....equals. There is no rank here. No formalities to be upheld. It is merely men with men. Flesh with flesh. And I am simply Aragorn.....Here now to bring you pleasure." And with that, he moved his fingers within Faramir's feverishly hot body again, brushing against the prostrate and feeling the stiffening within the young man's body again.
"Gods....." Faramir whimpered, his body against reacting to the intense sensation. His manhood jumped and hardened even more, his muscles trembled, his face broke out in a light sheen of perspiration as Aragorn now began to move his fingers in and out of the tight passage, rubbing Faramir's pleasure center with each and every in-stroke.
So aroused now by the sight of his beloved brother wriggling and softly moaning with pleasure, it was all Boromir could do not to take hold of his own throbbing erection and stroke himself to completion. But this time was for Faramir, and he had to keep his concentration bent on ensuring that this experience went well for him. As indeed, it certainly seemed to be thus far. Aragorn certainly was a master at this sort of thing, but the thought of Aragorn's considerable talents in matters of eroticism certainly did not help Boromir's present state of high excitement.
Now he became aware that Aragorn had lifted his head, and was looking intently at Boromir over the swell of Faramir's shoulder. And Boromir knew the moment was at hand. Aragorn had deemed Faramir ready to be be taken. Boromir edged slightly closer to his brother's body in readiness.
"Faramir," Aragorn whispered, threading his fingers through the fine-spun gold of Faramir's hair. "I am going to enter your body now. I will ask you one last time......Are you certain you wish this?"
Turning his head to gaze steadily at Aragorn, Faramir said in a firm, slightly roughened voice, "Yes......I wish this, Aragorn. Now more than ever. 'Tis not only a matter of physical pleasure for me, you see....." He now glanced to Boromir, then back to Aragorn again. "For the first time in my life, I feel I am truly accepted and included. I would not trade this for anything in the world." He paused, his eyes shining with emotion and resolve. "Take me now, Aragorn. I am ready to give myself to you.........as my King and my lover." And to punctuate his words, he hooked a hand around the back of Aragorn's head, drawing him down into a kiss, brief but filled with tenderness and desire.
Boromir gasped softly, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes. "Faramir......dearest....." he whispered as his brother turned back toward him. The monumental importance that Faramir attached to this act overwhelmed the elder Gondorian, and he was temporarily at a loss as to how to deal with it.
But when Aragorn positioned his enormously swollen shaft, liberally coated with the fragrant oil, at Faramir's entrance and began to breach him, Boromir suddenly found his temporary confusion and indecision swept away. Faramir stiffened alarmingly, his eyes widening as he was slowly pentrated and stretched beyond all reckoning. "Boromir....." he murmured in an uncertain, tense, breaking voice.
The look of pain and helpless need in Faramir's eyes suddenly spurned the protective, sheltering side of Boromir, and he immediately embraced his brother, sliding one arm underneath him and the looping the other over him, stroking his back in soothing motions as he kissed his head repeatedly. "'Twill be all right, Faramir. Just relax, my dearest one," he murmured softly in between kisses, all the while keeping his eyes locked on the searing blue ones of Aragorn.
Aragorn, for his part, was gritting his teeth in an attempt not to groan out loud at the unbelievable constriction he was trying to tunnel into. The velvety elastic walls enclosing his penis were almost unbearably hot, and a sweat had broken out over the Ranger's body as he struggled with every ounce of patience he possessed not to just ram himself to the hilt in this succulent, virginal body. Dear Valar......It was almost too much for him to bear.
He pushed in deeper, and Faramir could not suppress a small cry of pain as he unconsciously burrowed deeper against the soothing presence of his brother. Immediately, Faramir tilted his eyes up to look at Boromir, and Boromir could see the shame in his younger sibling's eyes at his uncharacteristic lack of self-control. Both as a gesture of comfort and of understanding, Boromir tilted up Faramir's chin and covered his mouth with his own. Faramir immediately relaxed with a sigh, making it easier for Aragorn to continue his inexorable inward slide.
With Boromir to cling to and his hot, eager mouth to plunder relentlessly, Faramir found taking the entire length of Aragorn's considerable endowment much easier. Any further whimpers of pain were immediately swallowed by his brother as though they had never been uttered, and now, as Aragorn recovered his senses and his control enough to start moving within Faramir's body, it became obvious that Faramir's whimpers and moans were swiftly changing from ones of discomfort to ones of pure pleasure.
Boromir sensed this change as well, and a hot bolt of excitement raced through his veins at his brother's increasingly heated reactions. Soon Faramir had to break off their kissing as Aragorn evidently had rediscovered the young man's pleasure center and was now brushing against it with every deep, penetrating thrust of his hips.
"Oh gods....." Faramir groaned, his eyes drifting shut, his lips, moist and swollen from his brother's kisses, slightly parted as his breath sharpened and steepened. "Oh gods......Aragorn......."
Aragorn almost lost it completely when Faramir began to move with him, pushing back into each of Aragorn's inward thrusts, emitting gorgeous-sounding moans each time Aragorn filled him. And then an unexpected thing happened. As Faramir moved his hips forward in preparation to take Aragorn's full length within him again, his own burgeoning erection made incidental contact with that of Boromir.....and both men reacted with gasps of mingled surprise and pleasure as they both froze momentarily. Wide blue eyes meeting wide green ones. Then an almost wicked gleam came into Boromir's eyes as he slid his hand down Faramir's side and around to rest on the small of his back, pulling him closer to him and this time moving his own hips in such as way that he was now purposely sliding his pulsing length over Faramir's, making his brother moan with pleasure.
Smiling as he knew what was happening, Aragorn began to increase the speed of his pumping hips, pushing harder and deeper into Faramir, knowing that with Boromir's added stimulation, the young prince's release would not be far off now. The Ranger purred throatily as exquisite sensations flowed through his loins, and his roughened hands dug blunt fingers into the hardened muscle of Faramir's waist as he began pistoning with short, quick strokes, now aiming himself so that he was hitting Faramir's sweet spot dead on with each inward motion.
Meanwhile, the two brothers were clutching almost desperately at one another as their love play increased and intensified. Now that Faramir had tasted what true carnal pleasure between men was all about, he was becoming insatiable. His fingers digging into the yielding firmness of Boromir's buttocks, grinding his pelvis against his in a shameless fashion, the pleasurable friction combining with Aragorn's attentions almost driving him mad.
"Sweet Valinor," Faramir cried out, his voice thick with passion. "Gods, it feels incredible." He gripped his brother even harder, pulling Boromir's hips even closer, rocking his own hips against him, their sweat-slickened erections pulsing and aching as they continued to rub against one another, both of them hovering on the brink of glorious release. Faramir lapped at Boromir's throat hungrily, tasting his elder brother's sweat.......his need, while Boromir's moans mingled with those of Faramir and Aragorn, his own body quivering with the intense physical pleasure and the storm of emotions that was flooding through him. He felt his testicles suddenly tighten spasmodically and felt the inevitable tingling in the base of his shaft, and he pressed his hips hard against Faramir's as he began to come, jerking and groaning loudly.
Mere moments later, with the after-effects of Boromir's release just starting to drain off, Faramir's body stiffened against his brother's, his breathing suddenly steepening until he was actually panting, and his voice got an edge of urgency to it. "Oh gods.....Boromir......Aragorn.......I........Oh dear gods, I cannot bear it......I must......." Then words were swallowed in a harsh cry of ecstasy as his orgasm crashed down upon him. He gasped and shuddered violently, biting Boromir's shoulder in his final extremity as his hot fluids shot out to coat the lower regions of both himself and Boromir.
Listening to his two beautiful blonde lovers climaxing almost simultaneously and feeling Faramir's already excrutiatingly tight channel clamping down even harder around his engorged organ, Aragorn managed a shaky moan of "oh yes......" before pumping his essence deep within the confines of Faramir's body. The Ranger nuzzled his face into sweat-dampened blonde hair, breathing in the scent of Faramir, which was different from his brother, but very much alike at the same time. Mingled with this scent was the spiced fragrance of the oil and the unmistakeable yet sensual odor of sex that hung around the trio like a veil.
Meanwhile, Faramir had his face buried against Boromir's chest, his body trembling softly in his elder brother's embrace, and when Boromir pulled him back slightly to look at him, he saw that Faramir's eyes were red and his face was streaked with tears.
"What is it, my dearest?" Boromir asked, worried. "Why do you weep?" His eyes met the concerned blue eyes of Aragorn, who was watching them carefully.
Faramir shook his head, his full lips curving into a smile even as his tears continued to flow. "Nothing is wrong, Boromir. Absolutely nothing. For the first time in my life, I feel as though everything is just as it should be." He sighed shakily, bringing one slightly shaking hand up to wipe at his eyes before continuing, "I have never been a part of something so wonderful. To be included in this bond of love and trust and caring that you two share.......Even for just a little while.....I do not have the words to describe how much this has meant to me." He sniffled and whispered, "Thank you......" Then he turned to look at Aragorn, adding, "....both of you. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this."
"You are a part of us, Faramir," Aragorn said softly, stroking the younger man's face gently. "You are brother to Boromir, whom I love more than all the creations of the Valar, and whom I regard as a part of my very soul. And as you are tied to him by blood, so does that make you a part of my soul as well."
Faramir's smile was so bright and full of a pure and simple joy at Aragorn's words that Boromir thought he would start to weep as well. As it was, he could not prevent tears from forming in his eyes, turning the clear green orbs soft and liquid. Then his precious Faramir turned back to him, kissing him softly on the mouth and then huddling against his chest again with a sigh of contentment as Boromir held him close, his arms wrapped securely around his younger brother. Then, with his own tears just starting to spill over his lower lids, Boromir locked eyes with Aragorn again and mouthed the words to him, "I love you."
Aragorn smiled softly and although he didn't reply, his eyes spoke volumes about how he felt about his glorious blonde warrior. Then Aragorn laid behind Faramir again, joining Boromir in wrapping his arms around the young prince, twining his fingers together with Boromir's. And soon, all three of them drifted into a very peaceful, very satisfied sleep.