Dead Of Night
Title: Dead of Night
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU vampire fic. (Merry, Frodo, and Pippin aren't
cousins.) Pippin is walking home one night when he suddenly
feels that he is being followed by someone or something.
Feedback: Yes please.
Warnings: PWP. Mild blood/violence.
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
Pippin shivered as he strolled out of the tavern into the
frigid night air, glancing up at the sky. The moon and stars
were covered with clouds, leaving the landscape eerily dark.
Pippin suddenly regretted staying out so late. There had been
rumors passing through the Shire of strange deaths where the
victims were bitten on the neck and drained of their blood,
but that had only occurred in Hobbiton. It seemed doubtful
that anything would happen around these parts. He would be
safe.
Halfway down the trail a chill coursed down his spine.
Although he couldn't explain it, sudden fear had entered his
mind. His heart was pounding furiously, reverberating within
his aching skull. Sweat was collecting along his brow and
slowly dribbling down his face. He was not alone on the trail.
He could sense it. Someone was watching his every movement.
The young hobbit was frozen to the spot, petrified. Pippin
didn't know if he should bolt down the path to his home or
turn back to head to the tavern. It was a lot closer than his
hobbit hole, and he was certain he could rent a room for the
night and return home in the morning. A low rustling in the
brush made him violently spin around and scramble up the trail,
running back to the tavern. A loud whoosh followed and racing
footsteps could be heard behind him, crunching leaves and twigs.
Pippin shrieked as a dark shape jumped out of the trees and
tackled him to the ground. The young hobbit struggled to free
himself of the tight hold, kicking, punching, and screaming for
help. He was silenced as a stinging slap slammed over his cheek,
making his head violently whip to the side. Tears formed in his
eyes at the pain and the danger he was now in. He turned his
head and gazed up at a hobbit, the moonlight breaking through
the cloud cover and illuminating his pale face. His eyes were
bright blue and his hair a dark ebony.
"What do you want from me?" Pippin whimpered, trying to crawl
away.
The hobbit griped his shoulders, ramming his back into the
ground. "I'm hungry, and you seem like a good enough
meal."
Pippin's eyes widened as the hobbit bore a set of fangs. The
other hobbit locked his fingers in Pippin's curls and harshly
drew his head back, exposing his neck.
`This is it,' Pippin thought. `I'm going to die.'
Then, the weight was gone. Pippin frantically gazed around
and found another hobbit throwing the dark haired one into a
stump at such a force that the wood crumbled, sending splinters
of wood flying in every direction. This hobbit had sandy hair,
and he briefly turned to view Pippin, glancing the younger one
over with cloudy gray orbs.
"What is the meaning of this Merry!" the dark haired hobbit
snapped. "Why did you interrupt me before I could feed?!"
Merry only glared down at him.
"I saw him going down the trail first!" Frodo growled.
"If you're out for a meal then go find a different one! This
one is mine!"
"He is not yours!" Merry roared, wrapping his hand tightly
around the hobbit's neck. Frodo choked as he was hauled off
the ground and left dangling in the air. "You knew very well
that I've had my sights on this one. I have been watching him.
He is not meant to be food. He will serve another purpose, but
only for me." He threw Frodo down. "Get out of here. Find
another meal to quench your hunger. It should be easy enough
for you to do."
Pippin gasped as Frodo flew off into the night air, only
appearing as blur. His frightened gaze returned to Merry, who
was slowly stalking over to him. Pippin choked back a sob and
began to crawl back.
"There is no point in doing that," Merry stated. "You
will not escape from me."
Pippin realized that is was true. If he could not get away from
the other hobbit, then he would not get away from this one.
"Please, don't hurt me," Pippin begged.
Merry kneeled next to the shaking hobbit, extending his hand to
wipe away the tears trickling down his cheeks. He ran his hand
over the growing welt, causing Pippin to grimace at the sharp
pain.
"I'm sorry for the actions of my friend," Merry murmured.
"He will pay later."
"Let me go," Pippin pleaded. "I won't tell anyone
that your friend attacked me. Just please, let me be."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Merry chuckled.
"I've become quite infatuated with you."
"But how?" Pippin inquired. He remembered then. Every night
in the tavern he had noticed a strange hobbit always glancing
over at him. "That was you?"
Merry nodded. "I've also followed you home many nights and
watched you undress from the window." Pippin blushed. "How I
longed to enter and ravish you. You're so beautiful."
Fear clouded over Pippin's mind. What did this creature have in
store for him?
"I don't understand," Pippin stammered. "What do you
want from me?"
"To make love to you, and to claim you as mine forever,"
Merry answered.
"You can't mean that—" Pippin whimpered.
"Oh, but I do," Merry chuckled.
Merry latched onto Pippin's shoulders, lifting him roughly off
the ground and dragging him into the woods. Pippin squirmed, but
he couldn't free himself. Panic spread throughout his mind. They
were traveling further and further into the forest, and the light
from the tavern dwindled to nothing. It was nearly pitch black
under the cover of the trees but a different, yellow glow grew
in the distance. Pippin's eyes widened in awe when they stepped
into a grove with dozens of candles placed on various stumps and
stones. The young gazed back into Merry's face, giving him a
pleading look.
"Please, don't hurt me," Pippin choked, fighting back a
sob. Tears had already sprung to his eyes and were trickling
down his flushed cheeks. "Let me go. Please. I beg of you."
"Don't cry," Merry soothed, lowering the hobbit to the
ground. He extended his palm and gently wiped away the tear
trails. "I can't deny that there will be a bit of pain, but I
promise that there will be much more pleasure. I assure you."
"No, I don't want this," Pippin cried, violently shaking
his head.
Merry's eyebrow cocked. "Do you find me hideous?"
"No—you're— very handsome," Pippin stuttered,
shocked at the question.
"A shy one eh?" Merry laughed, kneeling next to Pippin.
"You shouldn't be so frightened. I can sense that you're
a
virgin. I'll be very gentle with you."
"I— " Pippin began.
He was silenced when Merry lowered his head to capture his lips
in a soft, yet firm kiss. The young hobbit's lips parted in
shock, and Merry slid his tongue in to glide across Pippin's.
Merry pulled back, and Pippin eyed him more closely, glancing
over his features. Merry smiled and continued stroking Pippin's
trembling cheek. Those gray orbs staring back at him seemed so
familiar.
"You're really terrified of being harmed," Merry
whispered. "Why? You can tell me."
Pippin clenched his eyes shut to fight back the tears. "When I
was fourteen years I wandered out into the woods at night to
steal mushrooms from the neighbor's garden. A group hobbits
captured me, intent on raping me, but this other hobbit came out
of nowhere and fought them off with such amazing strength. I
never had the chance to thank him for he took off afterwards. I
can only recall— " Realization dawned on Pippin. The hobbit
who had saved him all those years ago had the same eyes and
shape. "You? It was you who saved me?"
"Aye," Merry cooed. "From the first moment I laid eyes on
you when you were a lad I fell in love. However, I knew you
were far too young at the time to be taken. I had to wait and
in that time I vowed to watch over you and protect you with all
my might."
Pippin was amazed at what he heard. Never in his life had he
encountered someone who showed such concern for his well-being
and such love.
"I love you, Pippin," Merry murmured. "I don't want
to force this on you, yet I don't want to give you up either.
I could give you a chance to live a better life. You will never
grow old or sick and you'll spend eternity with me. You'll
never be lonely."
"—Lonely," Pippin muttered, fresh tears sliding down.
"Yes, I have noticed for a long time that you have been
lonely," Merry replied, licking at Pippin's neck. "You
were always searching for someone to spend the rest of your days
with but no one wanted you that way. Male or female—they just
wanted you for the night, but I want you forever."
"How do you know all this," Pippin choked.
"As I said before, I've been watching you," Merry
laughed. "I can give you what you desire. Be mine, Pippin. Be
mine."
The voice of the hobbit was hypnotic and Pippin felt himself
grow weak under the tone. He was terrified but another part of
him desired to be loved, and the hobbit before him was offering
him just that. Merry had been like a guardian angel to him.
"I—want to be yours— but I'm scared," Pippin
stuttered.
Merry's face lit up with joy, and he bent down to fiercely kiss
Pippin, who jerked away in shock at the force. "Forgive me. I
will go slower with you. I wish to bring you across and to do
so, I will have feed from you. There will be pain at first, but
you will grow accustomed to it after a while. Making love for
the first time will also have its unpleasantness, but I assure
you it will soon be replaced by unimaginable pleasure."
"I—would like to try," Pippin muttered, blushing. "I
don't know if I'll please you though."
"Oh, sweet one, you will always please me," Merry answered,
gently pushing Pippin on his back.
Merry covered Pippin's form with his own, placing his hands at
either side of Pippin's head to help keep some of the weight
off the young hobbit. Merry felt himself harden as his pelvis
came into contact with Pippin's, causing the young hobbit to
gasp at the feeling of hardening girth being pressed into him.
The older hobbit smirked at Pippin's gasp and leaned down to
capture his lips once again. Pippin returned the kiss, pressing
back with his own growing passion and urgency. For a long time
they remained that way, tangled in each other's arms and
delivering slow, delicate kisses of tongue and lips, stroking
each other's hair and body with exploring hands.
Merry suddenly pulled away, smiling down at the panting hobbit
below him and the bulge starting to grow in Pippin's trousers.
The hobbit slowly began to unbutton Pippin's shirt, exposing
more of his neck and chest. Merry pressed his palm against
Pippin's chest, relishing the feel of the pounding heart beneath,
knowing well that when the night was over it would beat no more.
"I'm going to start feeding," Merry stated, lowering his
head near Pippin's neck. He felt the young hobbit tense, and
applied a little more weight to pin Pippin in case he tried to
escape. "I won't take much—just a little at a time."
Pippin glanced down and immediately shivered in fright as he saw
two fangs sprouting from Merry's mouth. A pang of dread coursed
through his mind as he saw the sharp teeth descending for his
neck. With lightening speed Merry sank his fangs into the tender
flesh, eliciting a sharp cry from the young hobbit. A stinging
sensation had exploded into his neck, making more tears dribble
down his cheeks. The blood that flowed in his veins was being
sucked out, and he felt himself growing weary. Sucking noises
echoed in the air as Merry drank greedily, savoring the sweet
taste of the hobbit's blood streaming into his mouth.
Merry snaked his hand down to Pippin's crotch and gave him a
hard squeeze, making him cry out again but this time in pleasure.
It distracted him from the burning agony, and he begged for more,
which Merry eagerly gave. An ache was growing in his cock, and
Pippin bucked his hips, pleading for more contact. Merry quickly
unlaced the young hobbit's trousers, and reached inside to wrap
his hand around the pulsing flesh, making Pippin scream at the
contact. No one had ever touched him like that before.
"Oh Merry," Pippin moaned.
Merry drew away from Pippin's neck, lapping at the remainder of
the sweet blood trickling from the puncture wounds. Pippin's
cheeks turned crimson when he finally realized that his intimate
area had been exposed and shyness crept over him, causing him
lower his hand in a feeble attempt to remove Merry's from his
swelling cock so he could try to cover it.
"What is wrong?" Merry asked. "You do not enjoy my
touch?"
"No, it's not that," Pippin whimpered, averting
Merry's gaze. He rubbed at his throbbing neck. "It's
just—I'm not much to look at— "
"Don't say that about yourself," Merry chided. "You
are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on, and
I have been around a long time. I've wanted to touch you for so
long. Please, let me continue."
Pippin weakly nodded and removed his hand, lying back in the
grass, trying to relax himself. He lifted his hips, allowing
Merry to pull the trousers off and toss them aside. The young
hobbit arched his back when a wet tongue slid from the base of
his cock to the rosy head, licking at a droplet of pearly liquid
leaking from the slit. Pippin shot up when Merry's warm mouth
engulfed his entire member and started bobbing up and down.
"No, no, too soon!" Pippin whined, pushing hard at
Merry's head. "Please, stop! Please! Oh!"
Merry reluctantly complied, giving the head a soft kiss. "Very
well. What do you wish to do now?"
"I would like to undress you if you'll let me," Pippin
replied, biting his bottom lip.
"I would enjoy that very much," Merry cooed, "but let me
get this garment off you first."
A giggle rose in Pippin's throat as Merry removed his shirt,
leaving him completely nude. The young hobbit reached over,
unbuttoning Merry's vest and shirt with trembling fingers.
Shrugging his shoulders, Merry made the shirt and vest slid
off, letting Pippin run his fingertips along Merry's chest and
hardening nipples. Merry felt himself grow even harder as Pippin
leaned down to take one of the nubs into his mouth, nipping and
lapping at it teasingly, lowering his hand to gently massage the
bulge in the velvet trousers.
"Hm, that feels wonderful," Merry sighed, threading his
fingers through Pippin's silky curls. "Keep that up love and
the night might end early."
A smile grew on Pippin's face as he worked on the fastenings of
Merry's trousers, raining light kisses on the hobbit's belly
as he slowly descended to Merry's waist. Merry lifted his hips,
giving Pippin the opportunity to pull the trousers off. The
young hobbit's eyes grew large at the sight of Merry's cock
fully erect and leaking profusely from the head. Merry saw the
frightened look on Pippin's face and cupped his cheek in
reassurance.
"You don't have to do anything that will make you
uncomfortable," Merry stated firmly.
Pippin licked his lips. "But I want to, really."
Sticking out his tongue, Pippin gave the hard length an
experimental lick. It wasn't as bad of a taste as he assumed.
It tasted like skin, except a little salty and bitter from the
semen. He wrapped his lips around the head, sucking hard and
twirling his tongue around the slit. Merry threw back his head
in moan, locking his fingers in the soft curls. Pippin winced at
the slight pain from his hair being tugged, and he got the
message not to tease. The young hobbit took more of Merry's cock
into his mouth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of his
throat.
"So good," Merry groaned as Pippin bobbed his head up and
down. The wet heat was exquisite. It had been a long time since
he had such intimate contact. "As much as I want you to continue,
you must stop. I have other things in mind for you my little
beauty."
Pippin withdrew and grunted as Merry practically tackled him to
the ground in a brutal kiss. The young hobbit parted his lips to
slid his tongue into Merry's mouth, enjoying how their tongues
twined together. Pain shot through his rear as a slick digit
pushed up his passage. He grunted in misery and tried to scramble
away but Merry held him down.
"Ow, it hurts," Pippin grimaced.
"Sh, I know darling," Merry soothed, kissing Pippin's
wrinkled brow. "Try to relax, and there won't be as much
pain. If it hurts too much I can always stop. I won't be
disappointed. I don't like seeing you in pain."
It was tempting to ask Merry to stop, but Pippin wanted to make
love with the hobbit. He trusted Merry, and the hobbit had been
gentle with him so far. He could see the concern shining through
the gray eyes.
"Keep going," Pippin mumbled.
The digit began pumping in and out, making Pippin grit his teeth
at the burning sensation of being stretched. He wondered how
anyone could possibly find this pleasurable, but he would endure
it for Merry. Then, a wave of pleasure coursed through his form
as Merry's finger grazed over his sweet spot. He groaned and
thrust his hips, trying to embed the finger further up his
entrance.
"You like that?" Merry growled, adding another finger and
thrusting harder.
"Yes," Pippin hissed.
Pippin moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Merry sank
his teeth into Pippin's neck, feeding again. The pain wasn't
as great this time but he was growing weaker from the loss of
blood. The digits were withdrawn and replaced with something
harder and wetter as Merry positioned Pippin's knees to his
chest.
"I love you," Merry spoke softly. "Forgive me—for the
momentary pain I'm about to cause."
A scream pierced the night air as Merry's cock shoved into
Pippin's narrow passage. His tissues were being torn and the
agony was unbearable.
"Please, wait," Pippin cringed, digging his nails into
Merry's arms. "No more. Not yet."
"I'm sorry," Merry whimpered. "It will get better. I
promise."
He wrapped Pippin's legs around his waist and leaned down to
lick away the tears from Pippin's eyes, allowing the hobbit time
to adjust to his girth. Merry nuzzled Pippin's neck, whispering
soft endearments while lapping at the two punctures from his
teeth. The urge to pound into Pippin was overwhelming but he
fought it. He didn't want to cause Pippin any more misery. When
he felt the young hobbit was ready, Merry slowly withdrew and
pushed back in, causing Pippin to hiss.
"How does it feel?" Merry inquired.
"It's still uncomfortable," Pippin sniffled, "but
it's starting to feel—different." He gave a sharp cry
when his sweet spot was struck again, replacing the agony with
white hot pleasure. "Oh, do that again! Please!"
Merry chuckled, thrusting back in hard, eliciting a moan from
the young hobbit. "Better?"
"Yes!" Pippin wailed. "Oh, don't stop Merry! Do it
harder!"
"I have no intentions of stopping," Merry snickered. "Hm,
you feel so good Pippin."
Merry's hips pumped furiously at an unbelievable speed, making
Pippin scream until his throat was sore. Sweat broke out all
over Pippin's body as his cock throbbed painfully. He longed
for release from the sweet agony, and he reached down to stroke
himself only to have Merry bat his hand away. Pippin pouted but
smiled when Merry nipped at his lips.
"Tsk, tsk, love," Merry chuckled. "Patience is a
virtue." His eyes darkened with lust. "I'm going to mount
you."
A growl surged in Merry's throat as he pulled out of Pippin,
flipping him onto his belly and bringing him up on his hands
and knees before ramming back in. The force jerked the young
hobbit forward roughly, and Merry dug his nails into Pippin's
hips to keep him from flying forward. Pippin could hardly believe
the strength of the hobbit behind him but, then again, Merry
wasn't an ordinary hobbit.
"Am I hurting you?" Merry groaned.
"No," Pippin mewled. Over and over his sweet spot was struck.
"Oh yes! Oh—hm—hm—ugh—"
Pippin's head jerked as Merry's fangs sank back into him.
This time it seemed to mount the pleasure spreading over his
body. The land around him was becoming blurry, and it was
becoming harder to keep himself up as his limbs began to grow lax.
"Merry! Merry!" Pippin chanted as climax drew near. "I
love you!"
Merry sank his teeth in further, drinking the dwindling amount
of blood left in Pippin. The young hobbit's mouth flew open in
a silent scream as spasms racked over his body, and his seed
spurted onto the ground. After shocks came over his body and
darkness settled over his eyes.
Pippin woke to a coppery liquid draining into his mouth. There
was a terrible hunger pang in his belly, and the liquid helped
ease the pain. The young hobbit's eyes flew open to view Merry
hovering over him, keeping his wrist positioned over Pippin's
mouth. He was drinking Merry's blood. Pippin pulled away, raising
his hands to touch his teeth, finding sharp tips.
"How do you feel?" Merry asked, cuddling closer to Pippin.
"I hope I didn't cause you much harm."
"A little but it turned very enjoyable," Pippin sighed.
"So—I'm like you now?"
"Yes," Merry answered, grinning widely. "You are immortal
and will spend eternity by my side as my mate. We are bound
together by blood."
Pippin smirked and playfully knocked Merry onto his back,
straddling his hips, grinding his rear over Merry's penis.
"My, you're a frisky one," Merry chuckled.
"It seems you are too," Pippin giggled. "You're
growing hard again."
Merry tugged at Pippin's head, bringing him down to a fiery
kiss. Their tongues slid together, tasting each other's blood
while Merry's hands roamed to Pippin's rear, giving the
cheeks a good squeeze. Merry pressed his erection into Pippin's
tight opening and thrust up hard. Pippin broke away from the kiss
to gasp. The young hobbit placed his hands on the ground to give
himself leverage as he rode Merry's cock.
Above in the treetops, Frodo watched the two. He leaned back
when he felt another form press up against him and cool breath
blowing over his cheek.
"Good evening Sam," Frodo stated. "Find a good meal?"
"It was suitable enough," Sam answered, pulling Frodo tighter
to his chest. "What's going on here?"
"Merry has found himself a mate," Frodo chuckled. "I
suppose he's made a good choice. It's about time he found one.
He's been lonely for so long."
"The young one is pretty, but not as pretty as you Frodo,"
Sam murmured, rubbing Frodo's thighs.
"Hm, let's return to our dwelling," Frodo groaned,
arching into Sam's chest at the teasing touch. "I don't
want those two hearing us carry on as such. Besides, it will
be daylight soon."
"As you wish love," Sam answered.
The two darted off as heated moans echoed in the air.
End
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