Chapter 6

Title: Sorrow
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: P/M
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: 6/6 Merry proves to Pippin that he still loves him.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: None, except for a bit of smut.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.


Pippin let out a tired sigh as he sat near the fire, watching the crackling flames. He didn't lift his gaze as Merry crouched beside him, resting a hand on the younger hobbit's quivering thigh. Pippin nervously fiddled with the nightshirt collar, feeling ashamed that he was reacting to his cousin's touch in such a manner. He couldn't help it. He was still shaken up by the incident earlier in the afternoon.

"How are you feeling Pippin?" Merry inquired, moving his hand to Pippin's cheek, gently titling the other's face until their eyes were aligned.

"I– I still feel a bit frightened," Pippin replied, biting at his lip. "Even though the two are dead, I can still hear them and feel them." He averted his gaze, fighting back the onslaught of tears as his cheeks flushed. "You saw what the one did to me. He— he— pene– "

"I know Pip," Merry growled, gazing down at the floor.

Pippin allowed the hot tears to slid down his cheeks. "I understand if you can't stand to be near me or if you don't want touch— me anymore."

"How can you say such a thing?!" Merry asked in alarm. His wide eyes softened, finally understanding. "Oh, you fool of a Took. I could never stop loving you just because one vile man may have molested you. I will always be at your side." He positioned himself in front of the chair, lowering his hands to massage Pippin's feet, eliciting a small giggle. "Look at me Pip. Do you realize how beautiful you are to me?"

Pippin blushed, averting his gaze, whispering softly, "I don't feel particularly beautiful."

Merry frowned. "Well, I suppose I will have to change that."

The younger hobbit bit back a groan as Merry's hands slid up to his thighs, gently groping and rubbing. He could feel himself hardening under the delicate touch, and he shuddered as the nightshirt was hiked up. A hand wedged between his thighs, urging them apart, and Pippin complied.

"Does that make you feel good, Pip?" Merry inquired, placing small, wet kisses on the insides of Pippin's thighs. "Do you want me to continue or do you want me to stop?"

"Oh— very much Merry," Pippin moaned, clenching his eyes shut in anticipation. "Don't stop. It feels— so good when you touch me like that." He was painfully aroused, and it felt as if he were close to bursting. The kisses grew closer to the throbbing heat, but only a light nuzzle was given to the bulge under the fabric before moving back down. "Please, Merry, this is torture, but a sweet one. I can't— oh please."

"But I like torturing you," Merry grinned.

"Merry— " Pippin growled.

The shirt was completely hiked up, and a warm, wet mouth descended upon him. Pippin sobbed, and tightly clutched at his Merry's curl as his tongue swirled around his engorged flesh. His breathing had grown ragged, and sweat was sliding down from his brow, causing his cinnamon colored hair to stick to his face.

A whimper came from him as an image flashed in his mind. He was back in the woods again. Haridur was on him, crushing him to the ground. Sharp, burning pain coursed through his rear, making him howl at the unbearable agony. He felt split in half.

His eyes flew open and he pulled away from Merry, leaving the other hobbit in a startled state as he began cry, choking as he tried to fight back the sobs. Pippin soon felt Merry embrace his form, rocking him gently.

"I'm sorry Merry," Pippin wept. "It's just— whenever I close my eyes— whenever we try to— I just keep seeing his face hovering over me. I keep seeing and feeling what might of happened if you hadn't stopped him. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spoil— "

"You spoiled nothing," Merry murmured, placing a kiss on Pippin's drenched brow. "I should be the one that is apologizing. Here I am— trying to force you into making love so soon after that incident. I never intended to bring back all that pain for you."

"No, Merry, I really want to do this," Pippin replied, squeezing his cousin's hand. "You never forced me in to anything, and you asked permission before going further. I love you for that, always making sure that you're not hurting me and that I'm enjoying every moment."

"I only want to make you happy," Merry said, placing his hand on Pippin's hip. "Tell me. What would make you happy right now?"

Pippin thought. "I would like— for you to touch me, to make me come."

Merry snickered, grinning wide. "I don't think that will be a problem."

A groan surged from Pippin's throat as Merry's hand circled around his hardened flesh, pumping up and down. The pleasure began to mount, and his eyes drifted shut, but opened back up when the older hobbit nudged him.

"No," Merry stated, tilting Pippin's face until they made eye contact, "don't close your eyes. I want you to keep looking at me, focusing only on my face." He placed a firm, but gentle kiss on Pippin's swollen lips while murmuring. "I want to drown out that man's hideous face from your mind, and replace it with my own. Look at me, Pip."

Pippin gazed into his cousin's steel gray eyes, glazed over with lust. He had already memorized all of Merry's features, but it always surprised him how handsome the older hobbit was every time he did gaze into the gentle face, despite the bruised nose that would heal over time. He glanced back into the gray eyes; something was else swelling inside those orbs; love. Tears brimmed around Pippin's eyes, and when Merry's look became concerned he shook his head.

"You make me happy, Merry," Pippin cried, embracing Merry hard. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, my beautiful Took," Merry whispered, wiping away the tear trails on Pippin's face. "You always look absolutely gorgeous when you're about to climax." He tightened his hand, and pumped harder at the straining flesh. "Come for me, darling."

"Oh— Merry— Merry— yes— Merry!" Pippin chanted, thrusting upward into the hand.

It felt as if a fire had erupted in his abdomen, spreading into his throbbing hobbithood, causing him to give off ecstatic cries. Pippin screamed his cousin's name as he climaxed. Merry bent his head forward, capturing the younger hobbit's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Pippin slumped back in the chair, trembling from after shocks, as Merry licked and sucked on his neck.

"Was that to your liking, sweet one?" Merry mewled.

"Very much so," Pippin panted. "What would make you happy, Merry?"

Merry smiled warmly. "If you would spend the rest of your life by my side."

"Merry," Pippin chuckled, turning red. "You know I would." A mischievous grin grew on his face. "I do believe we have some unfinished business unless, of course, you don't want to make love to me."

Merry smirked. "Me, miss a chance to be inside that tight little body of your's and hear all the delightful noises I can get out of you? I think not." Pippin let out a playful squeal as Merry hauled him from the chair, and started to carry him off to the bedroom. "I so enjoy it when you scream in pleasure. I'm going to make you cry out until your voice turns hoarse."

"You're awful!" Pippin laughed. "But I still love you, even if you are a pain at times."

A hearty laugh came from Merry. "You're one to talk Peregrin Took!" He lowered Pippin to the bed, and covered the younger hobbit's body with his own, lightly kissing at Pippin's lips. "I love you so much. There are times when I just want to hold you and never let go."

"I like the sound of that," Pippin whimpered, grinding his hips up at Merry's. "Do that now— hold me tight— make love to me."

"How could I resist you?" Merry laughed.

"As I've told you many times Merry, you can't," Pippin chortled.

The night drifted on, and two hobbits that were passing on a trail, near the hobbithole, raised their eyebrows as a set of questionable screams and moans filtered out the window.

End

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