claudia603 | Drabble: Games

Faramir held his sword at Frodo’s neck, and his groin swelled. Oh to have him here, against this cave wall, like a common harlot of the lower city levels. He could. He was the Captain and Frodo was his prisoner. Still holding the sword carefully at Frodo’s neck, Faramir kneeled so that they were nearly eye level. Frodo’s eyes pleaded, but Faramir took great pleasure in leaning into slightly parted lips and devouring them. Frodo gasped for breath, pushing against him, laughing.

“Oh, you are wicked,” Frodo said. “I do so love to play Ranger of Ithilien and Halfling prisoner.”

“Can we not take it a step further?” Faramir asked, painfully aware of the bulge in his leggings.