Chapter 9
Title: The Price
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 9/? Merry and Pippin try to consummate their love.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Sex
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
Merry sighed as he slowly woke. He was safe in Buckland, and had been previously tended by a doctor. The wound was minor, and been stitched and bandaged. Frodo and Sam were in one of the guest rooms, and Merry rose up from the bed, intent on checking up on the two. He let out a gasp as a gentle hand pushed him back down. Gazing up, he saw Pippin hovering over him.
"Good to see you, Pip," Merry murmured. "Did the doctor tend to you?"
Pippin blushed but nodded. "Yes, he said the tissues would heal in time. Nothing serious. I spoke with Sam and Frodo earlier. He was cut pretty badly by Marroc's blade, and it will take months before everything is properly restored."
"It could have been a lot worse," Merry replied. "Besides, he has Frodo to watch over him."
"Aye, and you have me to watch over you," Pippin cooed.
The young hobbit drew back the covers and crawled onto the bed, nestling his rump over Merry's crotch. Merry's breath hitched. The contact made his cock swell. He couldn't keep himself from growing hard, and Pippin smiled once he felt it. The older hobbit groaned as Pippin began to grind his rear over his growing erection. Merry griped Pippin's hips, stilling his movements.
"Darling, you're going to make it hard for me to control myself when you do that," Merry panted.
"Maybe I don't want you to control yourself," Pippin muttered. "I want you to make love to me."
Merry's eyes widened in shock. "Pip, no. It's far too soon. You still must be sore, and I will only cause you more harm."
Tears sprung to Pippin's eyes, and glared down at the sheets in shame. "You don't want me."
At that Merry rose up, despite the sharp pain that coursed in his chest and kissed Pippin brutally. His fingers twined in Pippin's hair, cradling his head, thrusting his tongue with urgency in the willing mouth. Pippin groaned, playfully pushed Merry back to the bed and started grinding once more. Merry growled and grabbed his hips tightly, but instead of stopping, began to pump upwards, creating more friction. Pippin's mouth formed an `o' of
surprise, and he was soon groaning in pleasure.
"Do you feel that Pip?" Merry asked, thrusting harder. "Oh, you make me so hard it hurts. I want you so bad, Pippin. There are times when I just want to throw you to the ground and pump into you until we're both lost in bliss."
"Oh, Merry," Pippin moaned. "I want that. I want you to take me. I need you to claim me. Please, make love to me."
Merry was reluctant, but he saw the dire need glowing in his cousin's eyes. He wanted to forget Marroc, and Merry wasn't about to deny him that.
"Very well," Merry whispered, undoing Pippin's shirt. "But if it's too painful, I will stop, despite any protests you may give. Remember, Pip, we don't have to do this yet."
"But I want to," Pippin whimpered.
Merry nodded, and began to suck and nibble at Pippin's exposed shoulder. The younger hobbit giggled, and wiggled in the older hobbit's lap.
"Oh, that feels lovely," Pippin murmured. Merry stroked at the bulge in Pippin's trousers. "Ah, Merry!"
"Oh, I'm going to make you feel a lot better love," Merry chuckled.
*
Sam winced at the twinge in his arm. Not only had his shoulder been slashed, but the arm had been broken in the fall, which was now heavily bandaged and kept in a sling. He was up with Frodo, heading down the hall to Merry's bedroom.
"Are you sure you're up for walking?" Frodo asked, concern laced in his voice.
"I'm fine, Mr. Frodo," Sam answered. "It's just my arm that's injured, not my legs."
"You can call me Frodo," the older hobbit smiled.
"Sorry, just a habit I suppose," Sam smirked.
"I think I'll go in the library to find that book Merry likes," Frodo sighed. "It's been a long time since we've sat down and read together as a group."
"Ah, I remember those days," Sam murmured. "I always loved those stories you read; about the Elves, and distant lands. I'll just go ahead into the bedroom while you get the book."
Sam continued on as Frodo turned into the left room. He reached the door and twisted the knob, getting a small peak into the room. A gasp formed in his mouth at the sight. Both Merry and Pippin were naked, and the younger hobbit was nestled in Merry's lap, grinding hard and panting. Sam immediately shut the door, blushing furiously, hoping the two were too caught up in their activity to notice him. Frodo appeared, smiling brightly.
"Ugh, I don't think they're up for a story right now," Sam stuttered.
"Why not?" Frodo inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh Merry!" came a cry from the room.
Frodo smirked. "Ah, I see. Say, Sam, perhaps we should go back to the guest room and make a little noise ourselves."
Sam laughed. "You're a wicked one Frodo, but I like your thinkin'. But my arm-- "
Frodo placed a light peck on Sam's nose. "I think we can manage."
*
Pippin shuddered as he felt Merry's finger trace along his entrance. He winced a little at the touch. His opening was still throbbing from the abuse at the hands of Marroc, but the thought of Merry touching him so intimately made him forget about the pain.
"Have you changed your mind?" Merry asked.
"Never," Pippin groaned. "Please, touch me."
The young hobbit moaned as Merry's finger slid in, carefully stretching and searching for that special spot within. Pippin screeched, making Merry grin widely as he found his sweet spot.
"Oh, Merry!" Pippin cried, clenching his eyes shut. "Do that again! Please!"
Merry smirked and did as his cousin asked. The younger hobbit was gleaming with sweat, and his cock was fully aroused, leaking from the tip. Using his other hand, Merry pumped Pippin's member while thrusting his finger into the warm passage. Pippin was lost in pleasure and didn't notice that Merry had slipped in another, stretching gently. The pain slowly returned, though, and Pippin bit his lip, attempting to ignore it. He wanted to do this with Merry so badly, and he wasn't about to let his battered body prevent it.
"Merry, Merry," Pippin chanted, leaning down to lick at the older hobbit's jaw. "I want you inside me."
"I'm worried though," Merry murmured. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Please, do it Merry," Pippin begged. He reached down, and traced his fingertips over Merry's engorged member. "Please?"
Merry hissed at the teasing touch. He reached down the sheets and found the bottle of oil. He coated his member, pressing the tip near Pippin's entrance. Gently, he pushed upward, trying to go in slowly without harming his cousin. Pippin instantly grimaced and bared his teeth in agony. He hadn't expected it to be so painful with his love. Merry's cock sunk halfway in the tight heat, and Pippin cried out, tears trickling down his flushed cheeks. His backside was on fire again, and he could feel his sensitive tissues tearing. The older hobbit gazed up at his cousin's face, frowning as he saw the sweet face wrung in misery. Sighing, he gradually pulled out and gazed down, trembling when he noticed blood coating his member. Pippin whimpered, and reached around, trying to reach his cousin's cock to insert it back in. Merry stilled him, hugging him close.
"No, Pip, it's too soon," Merry soothed. "You're not healed yet."
"But-- " Pippin began.
"No buts," Merry responded. His gaze softened, and he nuzzled Pippin's cheek. "I'm sorry. I've hurt you."
"It wasn't your fault," Pippin whispered, his eyes downcast.
"Just a little more time, love," Merry murmured, rolling Pippin over. He rained tiny kisses on Pippin's face, causing the younger hobbit to chuckle lightly. "When you're all better, I'll make love to you, and do it properly. I'll light candles in the bedroom and place rose petals all over the bed."
"You don't have to do that for me," Pippin giggled.
"You deserve it," Merry smiled, kissing down Pippin's body.
The younger hobbit gazed in anticipation as Merry hovered over his erect penis. His eyes rolled back as Merry's mouth wrapped around him, sucking hard and fast. Pippin tangled his fingers in the dark curls and bucked upwards. Merry allowed Pippin to thrust into his mouth, knowing the younger hobbit was close to orgasm. Pippin shuddered violently and let out a keening wail as his seed spurted out. Merry swallowed every drop and moved back up to nibble at the tip of Pippin's ear.
"Oh, I have to take care of you, Merry," Pippin stated.
Merry froze. His cock had wilted when he saw the blood on it. The thought of Pippin in pain, and knowing he had been the one to cause it, had made him lose all arousal.
"No, I'm fine," Merry answered, holding Pippin down. He didn't want his cousin to see his stained member. "Knowing that I've satiated you for the time is enough. Oh, how I love you, my darling Pip."
"I love you too," Pippin murmured. "When are we going to see my Da? And what of Marroc?"
"Soon," Merry replied. "Don't fear. He will sign you over to me, if he knows what's good for him. As for Marroc, we'll worry about that matter later."
"I think we should get dressed," Pippin sighed. "I wonder what Sam and Frodo are up to?"
"Let's go and find out," Merry replied. "They're in the guest room, right?"
To be continued.
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