Seven Deadly Sins IV
Orithain and Rina
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~ Pride is excessive belief in oneís own abilities.
Scuffing his foot disconsolately in the dirt of the garden,
Peregrin Took heaved a massive sigh and slumped further into himself where
he sat beneath a tree. Heíd come home to Great Smials, leaving his cozy
little hole in Hobbiton at his parentsí request, but a single day here
without being able to spend time with Merry had proved to him what a
terrible idea this was.
"Theyíre just going to have to accept it," he
said suddenly, straightening up. "Merryís the one for me, and I can
make my family understand. I know I can." Nodding sharply, he stood up
and headed inside to explain the situation to his parents, secure in the
knowledge that he was up to the task.
"Oh, Merry, it was just awful," Pippin moaned
several days later. "They wouldnít listen to me at all. I think if I
was older, theyíd have tried to marry me off on the spot. I had to sneak
out of the house to come back here! Itís not as if they donít have other
children to carry on the family name!"
"Itíll be fine, Pip," Merry murmured, pulling
his young cousin into his arms and stroking his back to soothe him.
"They canít make you do anything you donít want, nor me
He winced inwardly as he said this, wondering just how long
it would take for Pippinís mother to write his in Buckland and let her
sister-in-law know that Meriadoc had corrupted her little boy.
"Oh, Merry, why canít they just let us be? I just
want to be with you. Itís silly to pretend Iím interested in any of the
girls when Iím not. I donít want to hurt them." He tucked his head
under Merryís chin, arms tightening around his lover. "Maybe... maybe
we should go somewhere else."
"And where would we go, Pip?" Merry asked gently.
"Weíd get the same reaction anywhere in the Shire, much as I hate to
say it. Here at least we have friends who know and still care about us
anyway; out there..."
"Itís not fair," Pippin muttered, rubbing his
cheek against Merryís chest. "We arenít hurting anyone. Can I stay
here with you for a bit? I donít want to go home and have another
"Of course," Merry answered, not giving it a
secondís thought. "You know you never have to ask that, you silly
Took." He held Pippin closer and kissed the top of his head, concerned
about his fragile emotional state. "Want me to make you some tea and a
snack and tuck you in bed for a rest? I wager you havenít slept at all
"Iím not hungry," Pippin replied. "But a
nap together sounds wonderful." His arms tightened around the older
Hobbit as if to prevent him from vanishing that very instant.
"Peregrin Took not hungry, will wonders never
cease?" Merry teased gently before kissing the younger Hobbit again.
"So a nap it is, love. All you need to do is stand up, and Iíll walk
you back to the bedroom, and we can curl up under the covers together and
shut out the rest of the world."
Pippin smiled crookedly at his comment and stood up as
directed, though making sure to keep a firm grip on Merryís hand, half
afraid that his family would burst in at any moment and tear them apart.
"I was so sure I could make them understand," he sighed.
"Sometimes you just canít make people see what you
want them to, Pip," Merry sighed. "But we know how we feel, and
thatís whatís important. All we have to do is find a way to get through
the next few years, then we can do as we like." He turned his lover
toward him and started working at the buttons on his waistcoat. "And
what I like to do is you."
Pippin finally smiled, his own fingers flying to the
fastenings of Merryís clothes. "A Hobbit of sense," he said with
approval. "Iím a fine figure of a Hobbit, after all."
Merry nodded, easing the heavier cloth off before pushing
Pippinís bracers aside and undoing his shirt. "And a quite demure one
"Being demure wouldnít have gotten me you. You were
too busy being noble and doing the right thing. Thatís why I had to seduce
you," Pippin replied merrily, back arching as Merryís fingertips
stroked over him.
"Seduce me?" Merry grinned, quickly divesting his
lover of his shirt and beginning to work on his pants. "Is that what
you call us tumbling in the stream while tussling about? Quite the technique
you have there, Master Took!"
"It worked, didnít it?" Sounding quite smug,
Pippin concentrated on getting the older Hobbit out of his clothes, eager to
feel his bare skin again. The altercation with his parents had been even
nastier than heíd told Merry, and he needed his lover to hold him just
Once they were both nude, Merry backed Pippin toward the bed
and tumbled him onto it, kissing his way down his cousinís body to his
slowly filling shaft. "So youíre telling me that was all one great
seduction scene, are you?"
"Iím saying Iíd been trying to let you know I was
interested for months, Meriadoc Brandybuck! I wasnít going to let another
opportunity slip past, even if it was unexpected." His back arched as
Merry licked his erection, and he moaned hungrily.
Merry snorted, enjoying the way Pippin shivered when warm
breath slid over his damp flesh. "Me and every other Hobbit between
twenty and forty," he chuckled. "Iím not complaining that we
finally worked it out, love, just that your methods were a little on the odd
side." That said, he closed his lips around the head of Pippinís
shaft, sucking lightly.
About to reply indignantly, Pippinís thought processes
were completely halted when he felt Merry begin to suck on him. Mewling
softly instead, he fisted his hands in the sandy curls and thrust up, trying
to get farther inside.
Grinning, Merry relaxed, letting Pippin pull his head lower,
allowing the younger Hobbit to take control. Considering the hard days Pip
had had recently, he was determined to show him just how much he was loved,
and this was a good way to start.
Pippin whimpered, back arching as Merryís head moved as he
wished, and one hand freed itself from the soft curls to catch one of the
older Hobbitís hands and draw it between his legs, pushing it toward his
Humming to indicate he knew what his lover wanted, Merry
brought his hand to his mouth, drawing a finger up next to Pippinís
erection and wetting it thoroughly before circling the tip over the tight
muscle. Giving a grunt when Pippin tugged at his hair, he sucked strongly on
the solid flesh in his mouth and pressed his finger inward, the slow slide
delighting both of them.
"Oh Merry!" Pippin moaned and writhed, the finger
striking the sensitive spot deep within him. He cried out sharply, body
arching, twisting back and forth between Merryís hand and mouth. He wailed
his loverís name again as he came, body shaking with pleasure.
"In me," he gasped, tugging at Merry.
Taking only long enough to swallow Pippinís offering and
clean his shaft with long licks of his tongue, Merry crawled up his loverís
body, kissing each bit of flushed skin he passed before settling on Pipís
mouth. He could feel the younger Hobbitís legs winding around him and
steadied his erection before pressing inward, Pippinís high-pitched wail
setting his nerves on fire.
Pippinís hands clutched fiercely at Merryís upper arms,
aftershocks of pleasure still running through him and enhanced by the sudden
fullness. "Love you," he panted, arching upward and clenching down
around his loverís shaft, wanting to feel him come.
"And nothing will change the fact that I love you
too," Merry gasped, managing only a handful of strokes before the
tightening of Pippinís body around his shaft did him in. Collapsing on top
of his lover, he caught his breath, then lifted his head, smiling down at
his cousin and brushing his curls off his forehead. "Nothing."
Arms and legs tightening around Merry, Pippin clutched him
close. "Donít let them separate us," he begged desperately,
afraid of losing his best friend and lover.
"Never, Pip, I swear," Merry promised, wrapping
his arms around the younger Hobbit to hold him close. "Even if we have
to leave the Shire to be together, Iíll do it."
Pippin sighed, slowly relaxing though he didnít loosen his
grip on Merry, aside from letting his legs fall comfortably to the mattress.
"Maybe Frodoíll let us hide out with him in Bag End," he
half-laughed, trying to calm himself.
"Only if he hides us from Sam as well," Merry
smiled, rolling them over so that he could hold Pippin against his chest.
"Iíve no desire to feel the flat of his shovel against my head or
arse, thank you."
Peals of giggles burst from Pippin, and he buried his face
in Merryís chest as he shook with laughter. "Heíd only do that if
you touched Frodo!"
Merry shook his head in mock seriousness. "No, Pip, if
one of us touched Frodo, heíd come after our heads with those nasty
big hedge clippers - and I donít mean the one we eat with!"
"Ouch! And no one touches this but me!" Pippin
said, covering Merryís groin with a possessive hand.
"So youíll protect me, and Iíll make sure not to
touch Frodo," Merry smiled, cleaning them both up and pulling a light
blanket over them. "Now get some rest, Pip. Youíll be hungry soon
enough, so I doubt this nap will be a long one."
Pippin muttered something unintelligible as he settled
himself atop Merry, his head nestled under his loverís chin, and closed
his eyes, finally falling into a restful sleep for the first time in days.
Pippin woke up abruptly, sitting bolt upright in bed and
whimpering before he realized it had just been a dream and Merry was right
there beside him. His fingers closed convulsively on the other Hobbitís
arms, as if afraid heíd be torn away.
"Hmm, wha?" Merry asked, blinking and sitting up,
or trying to, but unable to do so because of the hold Pippin had on him.
"Bad dream?" he asked quietly, realizing that things had more than
likely been worse at the Smials than Pippin had let on.
Pippin shuddered and collapsed on top of him, burying his
face in Merryís chest while he shivered. "They couldnít really send
me away for years and years, could they?" he whispered, clinging to
"What? No, of course they canít, love." As he
spoke, Merry gently stroked the younger Hobbitís back, feeling the
shudders course through Pippinís body as he tried not to cry. "Youíre
staying with me, and if they canít see that... Well, Iíll make
"Iím sorry, Iím just being silly. I know that my
parents would never do anything to hurt me and that youíre here for
me." He heaved a sigh, rubbing his cheek against Merryís chest.
"I just... wanted them to be happy for me that I was so happy."
"Maybe if we give them time, let them get used to the
idea," Merry murmured, rubbing circles over Pippinís back. "I
should let my mum and dad know as well so they donít hear about it
"My parents probably headed straight for Buckland the
moment they realized I was gone," Pippin sighed. "Sorry. Either
that or theyíre on their way here. Iím not sure which would be
worse." He frowned, considering both possibilities.
"And Iím hungry!"
Merry had to smile at that. "Well, I canít do
anything about our parents, but I can do something about that, and I even
have a full larder as a certain Hobbit hasnít been here to clean me out
daily." He leaned in and kissed Pippin fondly. "Do you want to
stay here and snack in bed or come with me to the kitchen for a proper
"I want to have a proper meal and then come back with
you to snack in bed, of course," Pippin replied with a grin, his
customary good humor returning now that he was back with Merry.
"Ahh, now I truly believe that I have my Pip
back." He scooted Pippin out of bed, grabbing robes for the both of
them, and laughed as he realized his cousin had already headed off to the
kitchen without bothering to wait for his.
"If you burn anything important off while cooking, donít
Pippin stuck his tongue out at Merry as he took the robe and
shrugged into it while continuing to inspect the contents of the larder.
"I knew youíd make sure that didnít happen since you wouldnít
have any fun either then! And itís hard to get burnt in the
"Yes, Pip," Merry answered seriously, wisely
keeping his mouth shut. "Whatever you say, Pip."
"Oh, make the tea, you silly Brandybuck," Pippin
snorted, drawing out a loaf of bread, some cheese, bacon, and eggs. He eyed
the supplies carefully. "This will do for a start... oh,
vegetables!" He rummaged in the larder again, coming out with tomatoes
and onions. "Lovely!"
After filling a pot with water and hanging it over the fire
to boil, Merry added tea leaves to the kettle and settled himself on a
chair, smiling as he watched his lover bustle around the kitchen.
"There are mushrooms too; look on the bottom shelf," he commented,
laughing when Pippin gave a squeal of glee and pulled them out of the
"I knew there was a reason I loved you," Pippin
teased as he began preparing the meal, something that would have shocked his
mother and sisters had they seen it. He thought it only reasonable that he
be able to cook the food he wanted to eat... and he enjoyed cooking for
Merry as well, so heíd talked Sam into teaching him a while back.
"And whatís your excuse when the larder is
empty?" Merry asked with a chuckle.
Pippin pretended to ponder the question for some time,
dancing out of the way with a laugh when Merry tried to swat him. "You
always take care of my other appetite," he teased, grinning.
Getting up to carry the pot over to the kettle and pour the
hot water in over the leaves, Merry chuckled. "That I do, though Iím
not which of your appetites is bigger or which you pride yourself on
Pippin smiled softly, actually putting aside the meal
preparations to come to Merryís side and slide into his welcoming embrace.
"Iíll always want you more," he whispered before brushing a kiss
over his loverís lips. He cuddled close for a moment before drawing away
and returning to his cooking.
Merryís expression softened, and he watched Pippin as the
younger Hobbit bustled around the kitchen preparing their meal. "If I
ever doubted you loved me, it would be gone now," he murmured.
"Choosing me over food... imagine!"
Pippin paused to turn toward Merry and stick his tongue out
at his lover. "Careful, Master Brandybuck, or I may go find someone who
"Once weíre done eating, Iíll show you just how
much I appreciate you," Merry promised.
Pippin actually paused in his preparations, considering
postponing the meal, but the rumbling in his middle convinced him that Merry
wasnít going anywhere. "Iím looking forward to it," he
murmured with a small smile.
Chuckling but deciding not to mention the fact that heíd
just lost out to Pippinís hunger, Merry simply nodded and poured himself
Once everything was simmering away nicely atop the stove or
neatly sliced and waiting for the remaining items, Pippin plopped himself on
Merryís lap and turned his face up for a kiss. "I do love you,
"And I love you too, Peregrin Took," Merry
murmured after exploring the taste of the other Hobbitís mouth. "To
distraction, Iím afraid."
"Likewise," Pippin mumbled, arms tight around
Merryís neck as he squirmed in his lap. It was only the smell of something
burning that pulled them from their embrace, and Pippin yelped and bolted to
the stove, rescuing the bacon. "Now stop distracting me for a bit, or
the eggs wonít be edible."
Merry chuckled and stretched his legs out in front of him,
content to watch Pippin cooking. "Distracting you? Youíre the one who
came and sat in my lap if you remember."
"Because you were distracting me, sitting there looking
all cute and sexy. You know I have no will power," Pippin teased,
grinning over his shoulder at the older Hobbit.
"Shall I go in the other room then?" Merry asked
innocently. "Wouldnít want you to spoil our meal because you couldnít
keep your hands off me."
"Just stay right where you are, fool of a Brandybuck,"
Pippin ordered, pointing a spatula at him. "This will be ready in just
a moment, and I donít want to have to hunt you down to eat it. And trust
me, youíll need it." He gave his lover a wicked grin before turning
back to the sizzling pans and starting to dish up the food.
"Oh really?" Merry took one of the plates from
Pippinís hand and set it in front of himself, then poured his lover some
tea. "And just what do you have planned for me, Master Took?"
"Well, first Iím going to feed you, then Iím going
to eat you," Pippin replied with a wicked grin as he seated himself and
took a healthy bite of his mushrooms.
Merry paused to slowly chew his bite of omelet, his gaze
centered on his smug looking cousin. "If you think Iím going to argue
with that, youíre crazy, Pip."
"Iím not crazy, and I didnít think you were
either." Pippin leaned over to kiss him after swallowing, tasting tea
and Merry. "So eat up. I plan to exhaust you, Merry Brandybuck."
"Itíll be eat, drink and take Merry then?" the
older Hobbit snickered before tucking into his meal before Pippin could swat
"Ohhhhh!" Pippin groaned, tossing his napkin at
Merry. "That was terrible! Just for that, you can do all the work and
take me while I lie back like a lazy bag of bones and simply enjoy it!"
Snatching the napkin out of the air, Merry patted his mouth
with it. "I think not! For one, you could never just lie back and do
nothing, and for the second, you said you were taking me tonight, and Iíll
see you doing it."
Laughing, Pippin leaned back in his chair, nibbling on a
piece of toast. "I think that means Iím supposed to be in charge, so
you donít get to give the orders!" He smirked at the older Hobbit
while snatching a piece of bacon from Merryís plate.
Merry snickered. "Pip, if that was the case, shouldnít
I be giving the orders most of the time then? It never seems to work out
"Thatís because Iím such a wonderful, clever Hobbit
that you acknowledge my natural superiority."
Merry waved his napkin in surrender. "Iím not even
going to try to answer that one, mílove," he laughed. "Iím
just going to sit here quietly and finish my meal."
Pippin smirked at him, practically oozing smugness as he ate
his way through a huge helping of mushrooms. "Be sure to eat lots; Iíd
hate to have you pass out on me," Pip teased.
"If you can make me pass out, Iíll cook all your
meals for a week," Merry retorted before realizing that might not have
been the wisest of challenges to make to his determined lover.
Beaming so hard he practically glowed, Pippin eyed the older
Hobbit hungrily. "Two rewards for having fun. What a wonderful
idea," he all but purred, licking his fingers to clean away the grease
while staring into Merryís eyes.
Snorting and trying not to squirm in his seat because of the
hunger in the younger Hobbitís eyes, Merry deliberately buttered his
remaining piece of toast. "You know what they say about pride, Master
"Oh, Iíve already taken my lumps for that, Master
Brandybuck. Right now, though, Iím concentrating on pure gluttony... for
you." Pippin leaned over the table to steal a bite of Merryís toast
and nibble on his fingers at the same time.
"Iíve always admired that trait in you," Merry
rasped, closing his eyes to try and regain some kind of control of himself.
"Iím pleased to hear it. And you know, I think I need
a bit of afters to go with this." Pippin suddenly slid off his seat and
under the table, pushing Merryís knees apart and his robe out of the way.
"Pippin!" Merry exclaimed, dropping his cutlery
and grabbing onto the edge of the table as his loverís quick hands delved
between his legs to find his shaft. "I thought you meant for me to pass
out in bed!"
"That comes later, Merry mílove," Pippin
replied, laughter audible in his voice, an instant before his mouth closed
over the tip of Merryís shaft, simply holding it in his mouth.
"Pippin..." Now Merryís voice was a needy growl,
and he leaned back to try and catch sight of his teasing lover beneath the
"Yes, Merry?" Pip replied sweetly, peering up from
under the edge of the table. "Is something wrong?"
Merry looked from his engorged shaft to Pippinís wet lips,
incredulous. "Why, whatever could be wrong?" he asked in a
Giggling, Pippin licked his lips, watching Merry watch him,
then slowly licked the ruddy head, gathering up the pearly droplets and
humming happily. "Mmmm, delicious," he murmured, the tip of his
tongue delving into the tiny opening in search of more.
Groaning, his fingers tightening on the edge of the table,
Merry leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
Pippin pushed Merryís chair back some so he could see him
as he slowly lowered his mouth down over the rigid shaft, tongue gliding
lazily along the length, tickling lightly, his teeth occasionally pressing
lightly, adding a sharp edge to the pleasure.
"Ahh, Pip, Iíve missed you so much," Merry
sighed, releasing the table with one hand to thread his fingers through his
loverís soft curls, pressing lightly against the back of his head.
Iím never leaving you again, Pippin thought, promising
himself to tell Merry... later, when his mouth wasnít full. He giggled
again at the thought, making Merry gasp and tense, and he started sucking,
sliding lower to take more of his lover into his mouth.
Arching up off the chair, Merry gasped as Pippin swallowed,
massaging his length and sending shudders of pleasure through his body.
Sensing that Merry couldnít take much more, Pippin stopped
teasing, now keeping his lover buried in his throat. He squirmed a hand
between the other Hobbitís legs, his fingers finding the sensitive sac and
lightly stroking it, cupping and massaging his balls, wanting to taste Merry
"Ahh, Pippin!" Merry wailed, arching up off his
seat and banging the back of his loverís head on the bottom of the table
as he came, for the moment not caring about the injury the younger Hobbit
might have taken as his pleasure coursed through him.
Pippin let out a muffled yelp as his head smacked the table,
but he didnít mind. It was worth a bump to taste Merry and to see the
pleasure on his face, the pleasure that Pippin had given him. He kept
swallowing, drawing back slightly so he could suckle on the shaft on his
mouth, not stopping till heíd gotten every drop and Merry was whimpering
softly at the continued stimulation of his sensitive flesh.
Breathing heavily, Merry collapsed in his chair, sliding his
hand around to rub the back of Pippinís head through his dark hair.
"Sorry," he murmured, giving the younger Hobbit a relaxed smile.
Pippin slid upward, settling on Merryís lap to kiss him.
"I didnít mind. I like making you wild so you donít know what youíre
"You see me complaining?" Merry asked, sliding his
arms around Pippinís waist and holding him close.
"Hardly. But I think the dishes can wait. I still have
to take you, and thatíll be much more comfortable in bed."
"Mmmhmm," Merry murmured, more than happy to go
along with whatever Pippin wanted at this point in time.
"That means you have to let go of me so I can stand up,
and then you have to stand up too," Pippin pointed out, trying not to
sound too smug at how dazed heíd left his lover.
Merry nodded agreeably. "That sounds like a solid plan
to me," he said, letting go of Pippinís waist and waiting until the
younger Hobbit stood before rising as well, grabbing at his robe as it
threatened to fall open.
"Might as well just let it go. Youíre not going to
need it again today." Pippin leered at him before sauntering toward the
bedroom, knowing Merry would follow.
Recovering somewhat, Merry chuckled, letting his robe drop
to the floor to puddle around his feet. "That means youíll be doing
the dishes as well then?"
"They arenít going anywhere. And maybe I plan to have
you do them naked while I do you," Pippin retorted, smirking again.
"And then buy me all new crockery when I break
"It would be worth it. Or donít you think Iím worth
a few plates?" Pippin asked piteously, batting his eyelashes at his
"A few," Merry allowed before pulling the other
Hobbit close and nipping his ear. "All of them and everything else I
have too," he amended truthfully.
"I do love you, Meriadoc Brandybuck," Pippin
replied, suddenly serious. "Iíll never leave you, no matter what my
Merry smiled and raised a hand to brush a curl back from
Pippinís forehead. "And Iíll never let you go, no matter what mine
say," he promised, leaning in to kiss Pippin to seal the pact.
"We may have to throw ourselves on Frodoís mercy and
move into Bag End, but weíll find a way," Pippin vowed. "But
tonight, I just want to move into you," he laughed.
Merry slid a hand down the front of Pippinís robe to cup
his erection. "Sam might object to that, but I certainly wonít."
"Sam would object to that because you keep pounding on
the door whenever he and Frodo are busy!" Pippin laughed. "I would
have to keep you very busy to make sure he wasnít driven to using you to
fertilize the garden!"
"And you keep eating them out of house and home, so
there!" Merry laughed, continuing to stroke Pippinís shaft.
"Well, if you kept me satisfied, I wouldnít have
Merry arched his eyebrows and looked at Pippin sardonically.
"Leave you wanting, do I?"
"Only when it comes to food," Pippin relented,
hips arching into his loverís touch.
"I promise to do better." Merry began to back up,
leading Pippin toward the bedroom.
"Glad to hear it... but thatís not a leading rein,
"Then perhaps youíd better put it to the use it was
"By the time this night is over, youíre going to know
that it was." Pippin increased his pace, now gently pushing Merry
toward the bed.
Letting go of his handhold to fall back on the mattress,
Merry chuckled. "Since thereís a weekís worth of cooking riding on
it, Iím beginning to think that youíre going to live up to your
"You ever doubted it? Fool of a Brandybuck,"
Pippin laughed, throwing himself on top of his sturdier lover, grinning when
Merry gasped. "Youíre all mine."
Merry shook his head, his expression turning both serious
and tender. "No, I never doubted that."
Pippinís smile gentled, the sheer love he felt for the
older Hobbit shining through. "Iím glad to hear it. And tonight Iíll
prove it to both our satisfaction."
Merry smiled and sat up enough to kiss his lover. "Be
my guest, Pip. Iím at your mercy."
"Fun. I donít intend to have any," Pippin
murmured, his lips trailing down Merryís body to his chest while he
reached for the small container of oil on the nightstand.
Taking advantage of the brief respite, Merry sat up to watch
his lover before reclining on the bed again, eyeing his cousin hungrily.
"Iím waiting," he commented blithely.
"Not for long," Pippin retorted, a slick finger
pushing inside him and hooking.
Merry let out a gasp as Pippin found the sweet spot inside
his body and played it expertly. He writhed on the bed, his fingers
clenching desperately in the quilt, and managed to eye the younger Hobbit.
"Youíre loving this, arenít you?" he panted.
"Of course. You look lovely writhing and panting while
I make you feel good," Pippin purred, adding a second finger and biting
sharply at a rigid nipple.
Letting out a yip, Merry jumped, pressing up into Pippinís
teeth for a second, then back against the bed.
"Very nice," Pippin purred, a third finger pushing
inside his squirming lover while he nipped a path down from Merryís chest
to his again hard cock.
"Glad - glad you think so," Merry gasped,
spreading his legs wider and writhing when Pippin closed his teeth over his
"I always have. And youíre all mine now; no one else
will ever see you like this," Pippin said possessively, suddenly sure.
Not matter what his parents thought, this was right, and he and Merry were
forever. Shifting between Merryís legs, he removed his fingers and pressed
inside his lover, now pumping his cock as well.
Merry let go of the quilt and closed his hands on Pippinís
thighs, pulling him even closer, wanting them to be fully connected.
"Nor you," he rasped, staring up into the younger Hobbitís
Pippin only nodded, not capable of coherent speech just
then. His hips thrust forward, possessing Merry, his hand moving rapidly,
wanting to watch him come again.
Giving in, Merry let himself be carried on the rhythm of
Pippinís thrusts and the tight, slick grip of his hand, and all too soon
he found himself coming again, the edges of his vision going dark as his
lover continued to pound into him.
Groaning, Pippin fought to hold on, not wanting it to end
yet, and his hand continued to move on Merryís still half-hard cock,
trying to increase his pleasure.
"Pip..." Merry moaned, gasping for breath as his
body was stimulated even more, keeping him on edge even though heíd
"Yes," Pippin panted, moaning harshly as he drove
into Merry over and over, stabbing against his prostate and jerking his
cock, the spasms rippling through the older Hobbitís body adding to his
Howling as he was pushed into another climax, Merry
shuddered, screaming Pippinís name before going limp, his body shutting
down because of the assault of pure pleasure it had undergone.
Unable to hold back any longer as Merryís body clenched
around him, Pippin wailed his name as he came, driving inside his lover. He
collapsed on top of him, panting for breath. He finally raised his head to
say something, then stopped and stared, giggling. "I did it!"
Still lost in the blackness, Merry gave no answer except a
Grinning proudly, Pippin carefully withdrew and settled at
Merryís side, reaching over for the cloth on the nightstand to wipe them
Merry came back to himself to find Pippin curled up against
him and them both cleaned up and under the quilt and sheets. He groaned
quietly, knowing thereíd be no living with the younger Hobbit now.
"Awake again, are you?" Pippin rose up onto one
elbow, smirking down into Merryís face.
"Aye, though Iím thinking that I might have been
better off staying unaware," Merry sighed, opening one eye and wincing
at Pippinís self-satisfied expression.
"It would be hard to do all the cooking while unaware
"Mmm, might burn us out of house and hole."
"And weíd be back to throwing ourselves on Frodoís
mercy... which I donít think Sam would like very much, as you pointed
Merry chuckled and slid his arms around Pippinís waist,
pulling him closer. "Very true, and I much prefer having you here in my
hole, or being in yours."
"Well, seeing as how I donít think my parents are
very happy with me just now, I think that may be a permanent
situation," Pippin admitted.
"I was thinking that was the case anyway," Merry
shrugged, trying not to put too much pressure on the other Hobbit with what
Pippinís eyes widened, and he gaped at Merry for a moment
before he let out an excited squeal and threw himself on top of his lover,
hugging him tightly.
Gasping to catch the breath that Pippinís pounce had
knocked out of him, Merry held his lover against him, determined never to
let him go, not in the way that mattered. "So I take it you donít
mind that thought?"
"I love you!" Pippin practically yelped, clinging
to him. "Youíll never get rid of me now!"
"And you think Iím going to complain about
Pippin just smiled and cuddled against him, feeling like heíd