Chapter 11
Title: The Price
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: P/M
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 11/? Merry and Pippin finally consummate their love.
Feedback: Yes, please, but keep it constructive. No flames.
Warnings: Sex
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
A week had passed since the incident with Paladin. Merry had taken up residence in a small hobbit community on the outskirts of Bree with Pippin, renting a small home. Frodo and Sam had their own hobbit hole, but were close by. Several hobbits in the area, close friends of Frodo, had agreed to travel back and forth between Bree and the Shire to gain information. Marroc was still missing, but presumed dead. The news did little to hearten Merry's spirits. He longed to return to Buckland, and begin his life with Pippin. Still, they were not married. Pippin wanted to wait until they were home, and things could be done more properly.
Merry was wandering the halls, carrying candles in a discrete manner as Pippin read in the library. Several others were already burning, illuminating the room with a soft yellow glow. The sheets had been pulled back on the bed and rose petals were sprinkled about. A grin formed on Merry's face as he lit the last few candles. He was going to make this evening perfect for Pippin.
He ventured back to the library, sneaking up behind Pippin. The younger hobbit let out a squeal of shock as moist lips latched around his neck, and gentle hands slid down his chest in light, circular motions. He giggled and arched into the touch, tilting his head until his face was buried in Merry's soft curls.
"Hm, Merry, I love it when you touch me so," Pippin groaned.
"It's about to get even better," Merry replied. He pulled Pippin out of the chair. "Close your eyes, Pip. I have a surprise for you."
Pippin smirked, but did as Merry asked. "What type of surprise?"
"You'll see soon enough," Merry laughed. He took Pippin's hand, and lead him to the bedroom. "Open your eyes, love."
A gasp came from Pippin as he viewed the shimmering room. "Oh, Merry, it's beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you," Merry murmured, pressing the younger hobbit's back to his chest.
Pippin spun around, his eyes large and watering. He wrapped his arms around Merry's neck, and roughly pressed his lips against the older hobbit's. A growl surged in Merry's throat, and he broke the kiss to lean down, snaking his arms around Pippin's thighs. He lifted Pippin off the floor, causing the other hobbit to enlace his legs around Merry's waist. A moan came from the young hobbit as his back pressed hard against the wall. Pippin's cheeks
flushed with heat as he felt himself swell in the confines of his trousers. He ached for contact and let out a sharp cry as Merry ground hard into him. Merry lowered his head, capturing Pippin's bottom lip between his teeth. Groaning, Pippin thrust his tongue out, grazing it across Merry's teeth. The hobbit grunted, released the quivering lip from his teeth, and plunged his tongue into the awaiting mouth. Their tongues twined, thrusting hard to match the rhythm of their swaying hips. Pippin mewled under the sensual assault, kissing and hugging desperately at his cousin.
"Oh, Merry, I love you," Pippin moaned.
The young hobbit began to pant, and speech was starting to become difficult. He could sense that orgasm wasn't too far off, and he didn't want it to end so soon. "Bed, Merry."
The older hobbit was reluctant. He was tempted tear both their clothing off and take Pippin hard and fast against the wall, but he figured their first time might as well be in the bed. Slowly, he walked to the bed, snaking his hands around Pippin's bottom, causing the young hobbit to laugh and pound at Merry's shoulders as the older hobbit squeezed his rump playfully. A startled yelp passed Pippin's lips as Merry threw him to the bed and covered him quickly, raining kisses all over his face.
"Mph, Merry, I think we have too many clothes on," Pippin muttered between kisses.
"I agree Pip," Merry replied, slowly undoing the younger hobbit's shirt.
Shivers ran down Pippin's spine as the cool air hit his exposed chest, and Merry leaned down, suckling on one of his peaked nipples. Pippin moaned, and pushed his chest upwards, trying to get more of wet warmth. Merry's hand slid down to his waist, trailing his fingers across the bulge in Pippin's pants before finally cupping his girth. Pippin
whimpered as Merry began to squeeze and stroke his erection.
"Merry, please, no teasing," Pippin begged, sweat breaking over his brow.
"Aw, but I enjoy the wonderful noises you make," Merry chuckled.
Pippin growled and shot up, knocking Merry over and pinning him to the bed while straddling his hips. He grasped Merry's shirt and tore it open, sending buttons flying and scattering across the floor. Merry threw his head back in a moan as Pippin licked and nibbled down his chest. His own erection was throbbing painfully, and he longed to free it from his trousers. He broke free from Pippin's hold, griping at Pippin's hips, grinding the bulge in his pants against the younger hobbit's rear. Pippin bit his lip from the intense feeling coursing threw his lower body, and rubbed his buttocks against Merry's hard, clothed erection.
"Oh, Merry, I want you inside of me," Pippin moaned, darting his tongue across Merry's swollen lips. He reached down and began to undo Merry's breeches, using his other hand to caress the heated bulge. "I want you to pound that big cock into me until my voice grows hoarse from screaming your name over and over."
Merry clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to come then and there from Pippin's words. He had fantasized this moment for a long time. Sitting up abruptly, Merry pushed off Pippin's shirt and undid the lad's trousers. In no time they were both naked, and Pippin was once again sliding down Merry's trembling form. He came to Merry's engorged member and placed a light kiss on the rosy tip. Merry let out strangled groan as Pippin finally wrapped his lips around his erection. A pleasurable warmth surrounded his member, and he tangled his fingers in Pippin's cinnamon curls as the young hobbit began to bob up and down. Pippin momentarily released his mouth from the pulsing flesh to glide his tongue across it. An agonizing ache spread along his cock. Merry could feel himself tightening, close to climaxing, forcing him to urgently push at Pippin's head.
Pippin gazed up at him with a hurt expression. "Did I do something wrong?"
Merry pulled him close in a tight embrace, kissing him hard. "Everything you did was wonderful, but it would have been over too soon if I allowed you to continue."
"Oh," Pippin giggled.
A smirk formed on Merry's face. "Now, it is my turn to pleasure you, love."
The older hobbit gently positioned Pippin on his back and moved down to the younger hobbit's feet. He lifted the left into his palm, licking and nipping at the sole. Pippin bit back a laugh at the ticklish sensation, but he also found it strangely arousing, creating a terrible yet sensuous throb in his member. Merry was delivering kisses up his leg now, moving to lick and nip at his inner thigh. Pippin whimpered and cupped Merry's face, silently pleading for him to give his attention to his aching cock. Merry couldn't ignore the desperate expression, and he dived down on Pippin's member, swallowing him whole.
"Merry!" Pippin cried, clenching his eyes shut as white hot pleasure shot through him. "Please, I need you inside me! I'm too close!"
Reluctantly, Merry drew away from Pippin's cock, giving it a final lick at the base. He reached over to the night stand, grabbing the oil. He propped a pillow under Pippin's hips and slicked up his fingers. Gently, he traced the tip of his finger across the tight opening, coaxing the ring of muscles to relax. Pippin shuddered as the first digit
slowly sunk into his entrance. He was relieved that there wasn't pain, and he began to rock his hips, impaling himself on the finger. Merry smiled and leaned down, passionately kiss his mewling cousin. Another finger slipped in, stretching Pippin's channel, making him groan loudly.
"I'm ready Merry," Pippin panted. "Please, take me."
Merry was still fearful, wondering if Pippin was fully healed. He didn't want to harm him again.
"Merry, please, I need you," Pippin pleaded. "I want to feel you, and forget him. I can still feel him inside of me, hurting me. Make me forget him, Merry."
A flicker of rage surged through Merry's heart at the thought of Pippin being taken by another. He hated Marroc, and he was about to wipe him from Pippin's memory. Removing his fingers, he slicked up his cock and positioned it over Pippin's opening. Gradually, he pushed himself into the tight heat, groaning at every inch he slipped in. He glanced down at Pippin, making sure he was all right. The younger hobbit grimaced as Merry completely buried himself into his passage. There was still pain from being stretched by the large girth but it wasn't as bad as before. Merry kept himself still, though he was sweating heavily from the effort wildly pump in the passage. Pippin sighed in content as the pain slowly dissipated, fiddling with the silky petals on the sheets.
"Hm, you're so big Merry," Pippin murmured.
"Am I hurting you?" Merry asked in concern.
"No, just move Merry," Pippin muttered.
The older hobbit slowly withdrew and then slammed back in. Pippin shrieked, digging his nails into Merry's back as the older hobbit's cock grazed over his sweet spot. Merry winced at the pressure from Pippin's nails, but the ecstacy surrounding his member was overwhelming and forget about the sharp sensation.
"Oh, Merry, yes!" Pippin cried. "Harder! Faster! Merry-- oh yes!"
Merry pumped fiercely into the clenching passage, gritting hit teeth in pleasure. He took hold of Pippin's right leg, hooking it over his shoulder while wrapping the other around his waist. Pippin twisted his fingers into the sheets, trying to find some leverage as Merry pounded into him, jerking his body closer and closer to the headboard.
"I love you so much," Merry murmured. "You're so beautiful."
"Aye, I love you too," Pippin groaned. "Ah! Oh love!"
"Hm, you like that?" Merry asked, making his thrusts short but hard.
"Yes," Pippin hissed.
His sweet spot was being struck over and over, making his breathing ragged. All he could do was pant and groan wantonly. A fire had erupted in his abdomen and spasms coursed through his body. His member was leaking from the tip, on the verge of shooting out his seed. Merry grasped Pippin's member, jerking it hard, which was the younger hobbit's undoing. He came hard, screaming his cousin's name and spurting his milky fluid over Merry's belly. Merry opened his mouth in a gasp as Pippin's passage squeezed his member to a near point of pain, but even at this, he did not come.
"Hm, Merry, pull out love," Pippin grinned. "I want to try something else."
Merry raised an eyebrow at Pippin's wicked grin, but gradually pulled out of the tight opening, cautious not to hurt him. Pippin coaxed Merry to crawl back, and when he thought Merry was far enough, he turned onto his hands and knees, wiggling his pale, creamy rump in an enticing manner. Unwittingly, Merry licked his lips at the erotic sight. His erection seemed to throb even more painfully.
"Back inside Merry," Pippin sighed. "I feel so empty without you."
Shivering, Merry moved behind the young hobbit, positioning his cock over the opening. He entered gently but was soon ramming into the soft passage. Merry lowered his head, raining kisses over Pippin's sweaty back and shoulder blades. He moved to Pippin's cheek, nuzzling him softly, urging him to turn his head.
Pippin complied, and instantly groaned as Merry's tongue pushed inside his mouth. Merry's thrusts grew frenzied, almost savage, but he was always watching his cousin's face, ready to stop at the first sign of pain.
"You're mine," Merry growled. "You're finally mine."
"Yes, Merry," Pippin groaned. "I love you. Oh, darling, don't stop. You feel so good in me. How I love you."
"It's you that feels good," Merry grunted. "My darling love. You mean everything to me."
Tears sprung to Pippin's eyes, and he began to sob. Merry caught this, stilled his movements, and pulled out, worried that he had harmed his cousin. He lifted Pippin up, and turned him around.
"What's wrong, love?" Merry asked, caressing the younger hobbit's cheeks. "Was I being too rough?"
Pippin choked. "No, Merry it's just-- I never thought this moment would come. I never thought you'd be making love to me. I just wish-- it had been you to-- to-- take my virginity-- other than him."
Merry hushed him. "Darling, I love you, no matter what. Remember that."
He eyed Merry's erection and rose up over the older hobbit's lap, impaling himself. Merry raised his hands, wiping away the tears that slid down his cheeks. They gently rocked together, kissing long and slow. Merry held Pippin tightly as he climaxed, his seed shooting up Pippin's passage. He collapsed on the bed, his member still imbedded
in his cousin's body, panting heavily. He ran his fingers through Pippin's drenched curls. The younger hobbit murmured in content, nuzzling his cheek against the crook of Merry's neck.
"Was that good love?" Merry asked, massaging his cousin's lower back.
"Wonderful," Pippin murmured. "We have to do that more often."
"I can agree to that," Merry chuckled.
"I love you, Merry," Pippin yawned, slowly falling asleep.
Merry smiled, and kissed Pippin's forehead. "I love you too."
He was soon asleep as well, holding Pippin close.
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