[MiSTing] A Brother, Captain, and King 8/11 [NC-17]
Kaitou Juliet
>
> Boromir kissed me again, then, and trailed down with his lips along my
> throat, down on my chest.
Joel: [Aragorn] Leaving a long, slobbery, wet trail. Oh, ick!
> Lying there, listening to the rustle of the
> wind in the leaves of Lorien, watching the few stars that managed to
> pierce the ever-green roof above us, I realised to my utter surprise
> that
Crow: [Aragorn] I was having sexual feelings for Boromir. I swore off
Hobbit weed from that night forward.
> my body did not mind its former mistreatment, contrary, I felt
> desire being slowly rekindled.
Joel: When was it kindled in the first place? The man was *raped*, for
Criminey's sake!
>
> Like the returning tide slowly lifts a stranded boat,
Crow: And then dashes it on the rocks?
> my Lovers kisses
> removed me from my former gloom,
Tom: [Aragorn] And plunged me into an entirely new and blacker one.
> revived my body with vigor from
> before unknown and unexpected stocks.
Joel: [Aragorn] I'd been very depressed since I lost a bundle on those
Isengard Lumber shares.
> I knew I wanted him,
Tom: Dead.
> wanted to
> see his face
Tom: ...mashed into a bloody pulp.
> filled with utter pleasure, wanted to feel his body
Tom: ...go limp as he expired.
Joel: Tom, what did I tell you?...
> moving against mine--even if this included to offer myself.
Crow: It'd be hard to feel his body moving against yours if you
*didn't* offer yourself, wouldn't it?
Tom: Actually, if you base the deduction on earlier behavior, not
necessarily.
>
> Beginning to return my Lovers caresses,
Joel: [Aragorn] --I threw a hard right hook, which he returned in kind.
> I leaned closer into his
> embrace, pressing our bodies against each other,
Tom: [singing] Yooooou are my speeeeecial angel....
> feeling the heat
> welling up in him once more, too.
Crow: [Aragorn] Boromir, I think your thermostat needs adjusting.
>
> "Will you try again?", I asked,
Tom: Do or do not--there is no try.
> looking at him with only a hint of the
> insecurity I felt. "Just be gentle this time."
Joel: When did they secretly replace Aragorn with a teenage girl?
>
> Gently I kissed him again, indulging in the sweet taste of his lips
> once more.
Tom: [Homer Simpson] Mmmm...lips.
> His sure embrace was so different from what I had know
> until that night,
Joel: [Aragorn] he was all hard and muscley, unlike Arwen...
> and my whole body began to answer his every touch.
Crow: First his ear said "hello," and then his nose asked, "How are
you?", and then his right eyelid said...
>
> In spite of my Lovers caresses I left our embrace to kneel next to
> him,
Crow: Sure that's not "in front of him"?
> eyeing his remaining clothing like a foe before battle.
Tom: [Aragorn] Stand and deliver, foul undergarments!
Crow: Yeah, the battle of the codpiece lasted well into the night.
> Boromirs
> seedy smile left me alone with the challenge,
Joel: Didn't they undress, like, four scenes ago?
Tom: Maybe this is a Pepsi Twist commercial.
> and with some effort I
> managed to pry him out of his leathern trousers,
Joel: Boromir wears lederhosen?
Crow: [Aragorn] Phew! You really should change these more than once a
decade.
> discarding any other
> rest of clothing on him on the way.
Crow: Jerkin' the jerkin!
Tom: So Aragorn's throwing random clothes on Boromir?
>
> We were there, in this little nightly grove,
Crow: So it shows up once a night and then disappears, or what?
Tom: Kinda like Brigadoon.
> now both wholly unclad,
> watching each other in trembling anticipation.
Joel: [Aragorn] I see you quiver with anticip...ation.
Crow: [Boromir] Yeah, well, so are you.
> He lay before me, his
> legs apart, as if offering me his most vulnerable parts.
Joel: [Aragorn] But hey, parts is parts.
> And what a
> tempting offer it was.
Tom: [Aragorn] I reached for my blade and emasculated him in one fell
swoop.
Joel: You're liking this a little too much, Tom.
>
> I watched him, soaking up this picture to forever preserve it
Joel: He must be soaking it in formaldehyde.
> in my
> memory. Once more fascinated by the soft golden curls that surrounded
> the centre of my attention,
Crow: The face of Shirley Temple?
> I laid my hands between his legs, touching
> him, caressing him, watching his passionately sparkling eyes turn out
> of focus in match with my movements.
Joel: That must be an amusing sight...in focus! Out of focus! In
focus! Out of focus!
>
> So I bent down to kiss him, placing my lips onto the tip of his hilt,
> surprised by the odd sensation of strangeness and familiarity alike.
Crow: Joel, is Aragorn kissing Boromir's sword?
Joel: Sure, Crow...sure...
> Kissing him, caressing him, curiously trying to use my tongue,
Tom: If Aragorn doesn't know how to use his tongue, how does he talk?
Crow: He could always take lessons from Boromir. He's never really
had to talk much before, anyhow.
> I soon
> had to realise that I would still need some training
Tom: [Aragorn] Well, I'm off to the mountains to train with my
swordmaster! Keep things together while I'm gone, OK?
> until I could
> match my Lovers skills with this kind of weapon.
Joel: [sings, as Aragorn] Stop using sex as a weapon...
>
> Releasing him with a last smacking kiss,
Crow: Go Aragorn! Smack Boromir around as repayment!
> I raised my head to catch his
> look and asked:
>
> "What now?"
Joel: [Boromir] Let's go to DISNEYLAND!
>
> Boromir needed a moment to refocus enough to answer.
Tom: We don't have all night!
Joel: Is he blacking out again?
> Then he gestured
> me to move up to him and willingly I obeyed.
Crow: [Aragorn] yes, Mistress...er, Master...
> For a short while, we
> again lay in each others arms, kissing, caressing.
Joel: Haven't we been here before?
> Boromir carefully
> turned the two of us around, so that I came to lay upon him, my back
> on his chest, feeling his every breath.
Tom: Does Boromir have gills? He seems to be breathing out of his
chest.
>
> His hands covered my body with gentle strokes,
Crow: [Bob Ross] Happy little strokes! Making happy little trees and
clouds!
> caressing my chest, my
> stomach, firmly yet gently holding my eagerly expecting manhood.
Tom: His manhood's expecting? Is it a boy or a girl?
> I
> could feel his own hardness hot between my buttocks, pressed against
> me with soft rhythmic motions.
Crow: [Aragorn] Then I realized it was Morse Code!
Tom: [Aragorn, deciphering] Get...off...me...I...can't...breathe....
> Feeling my Lovers desire with all my
> Body,
Crow: Leave Jesse Ventura out of this!
> hearing his breath go unsteady and short so close to my ears
> made me twitch with anticipation.
Joel: [Aragorn] Or maybe it was the nervous tic I developed after being
raped and then convincing myself it was all good. Who knows?
>
> One of his hands then wandered deeper between my legs, gently probing,
> carefully preparing this time.
Joel: This reminds me of a proctologist's visit I had once...
> Filled with anticipation as I was, the
> memory of the pain endured such a short while ago was only a mere
> wraith
Tom: What do you mean, "mere"? Those Ringwraiths are scary!
> compared to the warm glowing sun of my Lovers passion, and my
> reaction when he finally entered me with his fingers was one of uneasy
> unfamiliarity, not one of pain.
Tom: The same can be said of frostbite or heavy industral chemical
burns.
Joel: When touching feels funny, it's hard to know what to do.
>
> Trying to relax was unexpectedly hard,
Crow: You think he'd expect *that*, of all things...
> though, as my body wanted to go
> tense with desire, anticipating passionate thrusting movements, not
> the gentle ease of someone giving himself.
Tom: A headache?
> But Boromir took great care
> this time, and under his hands I mellowed more and more, slowly
> getting used to this utterly unfamiliar sensation.
Tom: I'd say Aragorn inhaled, eh?
Crow: Boromir's a shiatsu massage master.
Joel: How is this unfamiliar? It just happened ten minutes ago!
>
> "Just say 'no', if I'm to quick", he whispered, gently nibbling at my
> ear.
Crow: Yeah, 'cause you listened to that *so* well the first time.
>
> And then, before I had the time to
Crow: [Aragorn] Come to my senses and say no
> tense up again, he entered my body
> once more.
Joel: Boromir's on a "Fantastic Voyage".
> Not in a single thrust, but in a steady, gliding motion,
> allowing me to concentrate on the feel of him filling me more and
> more,
Crow: [Dr. Smith] Oh, the *paiiiiiin*....
> my senses, over-sensitive as they were,
Tom: Aragorn IS Jim Ellison IN "The Sentinel of the Rings"!
> enhancing the intruding
> length to a giant's proportion.
Joel: That's a trick millions of men would pay top dollar for!
>
> Boromir let out a deep rumbling sound,
Tom: Is he *purring* now?
Crow: [Boromir] Sorry, I didn't have any lunch.
> shuddering with pleasure, and I
> have to admit that I probably accompanied him with my own assortment
> of ill-bred noises.
Tom: So they're both burping and farting during sex?
Joel: Boy, that sure is romantic...
> The sensation when he finally started moving was
> odd, not unpleasant, yet so unfamiliar it took some time to make sense
> out of it.
Tom: [Aragorn] Then I realized it was like biting into a York
Peppermint Pattie.
>
> Yet while my head still struggled with the concept,
Crow: [Aragorn] Boromir's...der...doing...uhh...
> my body and heart
> had already decided they liked what happened. My heart, for one, felt
> Boromirs pleasure,
Tom: [Aragorn/Bill Clinton] I feel your pleasure!
> his movements screaming with carefully harnessed
> desire. My body, unexpectedly and not really understandably,
Joel: Ah--someone's finally speaking some sense.
> reacted
> with waves of pleasure of surprising magnitude.
Tom: 7.5 on the Richter scale!
> My mind, being
> confronted with its allies on both sides running over to the enemy,
> decided to give in and followed the herd,
Crow: Well, the metaphors are mixing with such urgency, I'm not sure I
can keep up.
> and soon I lay on top of my
> Lover, groaning, sweating, catching for breath, grunting silly
> confirmations into Boromirs ear.
Joel: [Aragorn] Your boat trip to the Grey Havens is set for Saturday.
Oh, wait. You're human.
>
> I felt his passion mount in him, building up like pressure in a barrel
> of young wine, waiting to be released, screaming for freedom.
All: [William Wallace] FREEEEEEDOM!
> It was a
> marvelling experience to feel the tense passion of a man approaching
> his peak,
Crow: So we're getting to the top of Mount Boromir.
Joel: I'm not sure if I should yell at you for that or not, Crow.
Tom: You can't, Joel. It works on so many levels.
> feeling the whole of Boromirs body underneath me growing
> tense and jerky,
Crow: "Growing"? He's been tense and jerky this whole story.
Tom: Jerky, at least.
Joel: I'm suddenly hungry for some dried beef.
> his breath more and more rapid. And though my own
> body was nowhere as aroused as he was, when his barrel finally burst,
Joel: --dousing us both with cold water.
Tom: These two could use that about now.
> I felt so close to his mind that I thought
Tom: [Aragorn] Oh, wait. If I'm close to Boromir's mind, then I
couldn't have thought.
> I could feel with him,
> feeling him contract to a singular point of pure passion,
Tom: And then imploding into nothing, the resultant black hole
destroying Aragorn as well?
> exploding
> into sparks, ebbing away into utter pleasure.
Crow: Udder pleasure?
Tom: MoooOOOOoooo!
>
> Breathing heavily, I lay on top of him, still reliving the moment of
> his highest passion again and again,
Joel: Like a pornographic _Groundhog Day_.
> until he finally withdrew himself
> from my body. I rolled down of my Lover,
Tom: [Aragorn] I figured I could stuff a quilt with the down later.
> welcoming the cooling feel
> of sweat on my skin.
Joel: Sounds great, huh?
>
> Boromir lay there, eyes still half-closed, but smiling and so benignly
> beautiful I could hardly believe him to be the same man that almost
> raped me but some time ago.
Joel: Me, neither. And what's with the "almost"?
Crow: Aragorn's mastered the art of denial.
Tom: Yet to come is the "eating Ben & Jerry's in the dark" phase. But
the healing will go on.
> His sweat-covered body shone in the
> starlight, his heaving chest glittering as if covered with crystals.
Tom: I keep expecting him to leap up and start dancing.
>
> Opening his eyes, he looked at me, full of love, and pulled me up to
> meet his lips in one more, passionate kiss, his body radiating almost
> searing heat.
Joel: The part of Boromir will now be played by Makoto Shishio.
>
> "Your turn, now?", he asked when our lips finally parted.
Crow: [Aragorn] I'll take the dare. The truth is just too painful.
>
> "I'm not sure I know what to do", I answered,
Tom: C'mon, Tab A goes into Slot B. How hard is that?!
> cheekily raising one
> eyebrow.
Joel: That's almost a "Tom Swiftie", isn't it?
>
> "But you'd want to, don't you?"
Crow: [Boromir] You know you want me, Baby.
>
> And how I wanted to! All my body still prickled with the aftertaste of
> my Lovers peaking emotions, craving to burst a barrel myself,
Crow: [Aragorn] Ye gods, how I crave beer right now!
Tom: A drunken stupor might be his only saving grace, at this point.
> craving
> to return to at least something remotely familiar in this kind of
> making love.
Crow: If it involves Care Bears, we're leaving.
> Nodding empathetically,
Joel: [Aragorn] Just call me Aragorn Troi.
> I rose on my elbows, showing my
> outstanding readiness to Boromir and all else who might have been
> spying.
Crow: [Aragorn] I'm talking about YOU, Gimli! I see you hiding in
the bushes there!
> Boromir in turn laughed out loud,
Joel: Sure to inspire confidance in any man.
> turned on his side and
> motioned me to lay behind him.
>
> "Come", he said,
Tom: [Aragorn] That was the plan, you git.
> "I shall help you. And don't worry, it will come most
> naturally."
Crow: Again, with the riffing itself...
>
> I did as I had been told, cuddling myself to his back, sneaking my
> arms around his shoulders.
Tom: Piggyback rides!
Crow: [Aragorn] Giddy-up, Boromir!
> Feeling his firm buttocks
Joel: [Aragorn] You've been doing that "buns of steel" workout, haven't
you?
> pressing
> invitingly into my lap, I understood what he ment when he said it
> would come naturally.
Crow: Okay, we got that, like, ten lines ago...
> I knew very well where to go next, though I
> shied back from making a move myself, still remembering the pain such
> unprepared an intrusion could bring.
Tom: Oh, you mean like during the RAPE!!?
>
> But he did as he promised and took care of himself,
Crow: So Boromir apparently didn't even wait for Aragorn, then.
> all the while I
> was caressing his chest, covering his back with gentle bites.
Tom: [Aragorn] I'd gotten tired of waiting for that sandwich he'd
promised me, so I just decided he would have to sate my hunger
himself...
> Then he
> reached behind him, through the gap between his opened legs, gently
> showing me the way to go.
Joel: I'd like to show them both where to go.
>
> Trusting his guidance, I carefully increased my pressure,
> unnecessarily fearing I might accidentally hurt him.
Tom: [Aragorn] Instead of purposely hurting him, as I most wanted to
do.
> But then,
> suddenly, I felt him open,
Crow: For a special one-day sale!
> taking me in, slowly accepting a part of my
> body into himself. The sensation was odd at first, then slightly
> tight,
Tom: [Aragorn] --then *very* tight. Oops, I think I'm stuck.
> and finally surprising familiar. Familiar enough for even my
> body to remember what to do.
Joel: Aragorn's body and Boromir's brain are on about the same speed.
> I started moving in him gently, slowly,
> carefully. Boromir drew in his breath sharply, and I halted myself.
Crow: [Aragorn] He's still breathing. I must be doing something wrong.
>
> "All right?", I asked him, my voice betraying far more of my passion
> then I had hoped.
Tom: Yes, heaven forbid in this situation that you show you might
actually *like* the guy...
>
> He nodded jerkily,
Joel: He's rude, even now.
> firmly cupping my buttocks with his hands. "Will
> you go on, bloody hell!", he gasped,
Crow: He's so impatient! What happened to savoring the moment?
> his breath short and his voice
> coarse, yet very far from being filled with pain. "Don't you dare to
> stop, you--", he added, his last comment being cut short when he
> sharply sucked
Tom: This whole story sharply sucks.
> in air in answer to a passionate thrust of my loins.
>
> I didn't stop again. Not too soon, anyway.
Crow: He's such a tease!
> Tightening my embrace
> around him, I slowly increased my speed,
Tom: [Aragorn] Going from "blend" to "mix" and finally up to "puree"!
> feeling his body move with
> mine, feeling me inside of him, luxuriating in every move.
Tom: Boromir has morphed into a hot tub.
> I knew I
> must have started growling of passion before long, moving ferociously,
> Boromir in my arms answering with noises not unlike those of a
> laughing orc.
Joel: ...and this, my friends, is what we call a "mood-killer".
Tom: Funny, I thought "mood-killer" is what we called Boromir...
CONTINUED in part 9