Claiming

Claiming

Posted: January 2003
Title: Claiming
Author: Vagabond
Type: FCS
Characters: Boromir/Frodo/the One Ring
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or places.
Warning: slash m/m, Dark Fic!!! There is Rape, Blood and Violence in it!!!
Beta: Three wonderful Beta's worked on this Fic - Osiris, Aj and Sparky. Thank you! :-) But I revised the Fic a little and so any mistakes are surely mine.
Author's Notes: 1.) Movie-verse; 2.) This part is written in a different style than part I, because it was one of my first Lotr Fics and I needed to find my writing style. But I think it doesn't matter for the following parts or the plot and so I changed nothing.

Summary: The Ring takes possession of Boromir…

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Frodo felt a change in Boromir since they had started from Lothlorien. The Lady Galadriel had warned him and the Hobbit's heart felt that she was right; Boromir was tempted by the Ring!

Once more, Frodo felt the heaviness of his burden. How he wished himself free of it! But he knew just too well that he was the only one who could handle the Ring, because of the simple fact that he didn't want it.

But in Boromir, Frodo could see a desperate longing. Every time, when he found the courage to look at the man, the warrior's eyes were upon him. They seemed frozen on Frodo's chest, where the Ring of Sauron was hidden under the fabric of his waistcoat.

And now he was alone with this man, alone in the forest, and there was no escape!

First, Boromir had spoken friendly to him, just pleaded for the Ring to rescue his people. Then he had demanded the `precious treasure'. "It should be mine!" the warrior had shouted angrily, "Give it to me!" Frodo had tried to run away, but was captured by the man's strong arms very quickly.

Boromir was above him now, searching for the necklace that held the Ring. With brutal energy, he ripped Frodo's vest open, sliding his hands with hard pressure over exposed flesh.

The man's gaze softened, when his fingers touched the Ring. He looked at the evil thing with reverential adoration in his eyes, and with horror Frodo saw how they slowly changed. Nothing but the Ring was seen in them now, its unnatural glance sparkling in Boromir's pupils, and the soft green color of the warrior's eyes turned into deep blackness.

The darkness of the One Ring had over-powered the human.

Slowly, he began to speak. "Do you not want me, Frodo?" the man purred, "Desire me?" He tried to touch the Halfling's cheek, his breath hot and filled with lust.

Frodo's eyes went wide with shock. He tried to flinch, but Boromir held him in place with an almost painful grip.

"Do you know, how many desire *Me* ?" the warrior hissed, "Men and women… but I have given myself to only very few of them. And you would dare to refuse me? Foolish Hobbit!"

An arrogant smile crossed Boromir's lips, and suddenly Frodo knew that this was no longer the man of Gondor, who was speaking to him. It was the Ring itself, speaking through Boromir!

The man's fingers were now tangled in the necklace that held the One Ring. "Soon, I will not longer be in chains, little Hobbit", he hissed, and tugged sharply on the long elvan band that secured the Ring, "I will return to my master and a new era of darkness will begin".

Sauron's `precious' on Frodo's chest was burning like fire now, and the Halfling screamed in pain.

"But first," the Ring huskily whispered with Boromir's voice, "I will show you, who possesses whom here…" and he gripped the Hobbit by his hair and forced him into a brutal kiss.

Boromir's tongue was like hot burning steel in Frodo's mouth, and swiftly, the possessed warrior grabbed the Halfling's hands and pinned them on the ground above Frodo's head, capturing them there with his own large hand, while he used the heaviness of his body to hold the Hobbit in place. His other hand was wandering over Frodo and tore the clothing away, bruising and abusing flesh where it was found.

Frodo couldn't hold back the tears anymore. "Boromir…" he pleaded, openly crying now, "you have to fight it, please, don't do this to me…" He whimpered when the tongue of the other man crossed a nipple.

Boromir laughed lasciviously, a laugh Frodo had never thought Boromir was capable of. He seemed to be completely under the control of the Ring.

The fire of lust burned hot in the human man now, and impatiently he began to tug on his own clothes to push them out of the way. Eerily, the runes of Mordor came alive on the Ring as naked flesh was exposed, and the words of the foul speech rose on Boromir's skin as well, crawling like snakes over the texture of his body. An evil smile was on his lips when he ripped the Halfling's breeches to shreds and took him with a force that made even him gasp in pain…

Frodo screamed and screamed, but no sound was to hear, because Boromir's hand squeezed his mouth shut. So the violent shuddering of the Hobbit's body was the only sign of Frodo's agony and despair. He couldn't even weep anymore because his eyes had no more tears…

It seemed to last for hours and then it was suddenly over. In hot streams the man came inside him, groaning wildly, while he bit deep into Frodo's flesh, claiming his victim for all eternity.

Then he leaned back, delighted by the sight of the broken Hobbit.

Boromir's lips were moistened with Frodo's blood, and slowly he licked it off in a very obscene manner. Pure pleasure was shown in every line of his face by doing this, and with relish he began to lick at the dark-red wetness that was dripping from Frodo's thighs as well, moaning satisfied.

"Do you understand now?" he whispered, his eyes glowing and merciless, "No one can fight *Me*! Soon, your fellows will understand that, too. I will make them understand." he said diabolically. "I will use the warrior against them."

Boromir's hands stroked in pleasure over himself as the Ring claimed his body. Throaty moans mingled with cries of passion when he gave himself release again, licking and kissing the Ring on Frodo's chest while he thrust into his own hand.

"And now my little Frodo, I have to go." he said with a malicious grin after he caught his breath, "There is something I must do… to your dear fellows." And Boromir reached for the Ring.

Frodo, who hadn't moved until yet -just tried to become separated from what was happening- came alive. "No! Never!!!" he screamed, thinking of Sam and how to protect him.

His little hand closed around the Ring, and although he didn't know from where he had the strength, he punched Boromir hard in the stomach and kicked him aside. He let the ring slip over his finger, and invisible he ran away, every step a stinging pain. Behind him, he could hear Boromir cursing and then - crying.

His own tears streamed down again. He knew, that what had happened wasn't really Boromir's fault. The Ring had forced the man to rape Frodo – and it had raped the warrior's mind as well. But nevertheless Frodo didn't think he could bear the sight of Boromir ever again. And in the Ring's presence the man always would be dangerous…

Separated from the warrior, the Ring slowly lost its fire, getting cold again. The runes faded.

A deep sigh escaped Frodo. He knew, what he had to do now. He couldn't risk for the others to be hurt, for Sam … and therefore, he had to go.

Alone.

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THE END
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