Chapter 18
Title: The Price
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P; P/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 18/? Merry and Pippin are finally married and the two begin their wedding night.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Sex
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
A/N: Part 2 will be coming soon.
Part 1
The weather was mildly warm, carrying the scent of blooming roses and lilacs in the gentle breeze, and the sun was setting in the distance, making sky turn a bright red as Merry and Pippin held their wedding outside. It was a simple ceremony; only close friends and relatives were invited, though there seemed to be enough food and ale to service hundreds of hobbits.
The two had now exchanged rings and were legally married, allowing the festivities to begin. Merry and Pippin were the first to start the dancing, hugging each other close and exchanging passionate kisses that were more fit to be held in private than in public, but everyone was so overjoyed with the turn of events that they barely noticed. They were caught up in joining in on the dance along with feasting, drinking, and conversing amongst themselves. Frodo and Sam were next to Merry and Pippin, and occasionally the four hobbits would switch partners, laughing and teasing one another as they danced.
"So, are you planning on asking Sam to marry you?" Pippin whispered in Frodo's ear.
"I won't have the opportunity if you blurt it any louder." Frodo blushed and pulled the young hobbit closer, attempting to stifle the lad's giggles that were drawing Merry's and Sam's attention. "I would like to, though I'm not certain that he would accept. He loves me dearly but our social status makes him uncomfortable. Sam doesn't believe he is good enough for me. It's been hard to keep him close to me all these years."
"I think you two need to have a serious chat," Pippin replied, nuzzling his head on Frodo's shoulder. "You two belong together, and I think he knows that. Sam is just afraid. Help calm his fears, if you get my drift."
"I think I do, you mischievous Took," Frodo chuckled, crushing Pippin in a tight embrace.
Merry and Sam cleared their throats, making Frodo and Pippin laugh even harder.
"It would seem the two of you had just been married the way you're carrying on and such," Merry snickered.
Sam muttered. "I reckon it's time for you to return to Merry and let me have my sweetheart back."
"Hm, I couldn't agree more," Pippin giggled, throwing himself in Merry's arms, planning a hard kiss on his cousin's lips. "How I love you, my handsome Merry."
Merry groaned, trailing his hands down to Pippin's rump and giving it a good squeeze, making Pippin gasp in delight. "And I adore you, my beautiful Pip."
"Perhaps you and Pippin should return to your home unless you want to spend your wedding night making love in front of the guests and creating a terrible scandal," Frodo coughed, gazing about nervously.
"Brilliant idea cousin," Merry answered, grinning wickedly at Pippin. "What do you say darling? Do you want to go home?"
"Very much love," Pippin mouthed against Merry's lips. "I think it's about time we started our wedding night. Come and catch me."
The young hobbit darted off, sprinting back to the hobbit hole with Merry in hot pursuit. They didn't bother to take the time to excuse themselves from the guests; they would leave that duty to Frodo and Sam. Pippin shrieked as Merry grabbed him, snaking his arms around the young hobbit's waist and hauling him off the ground, swinging Pippin around until he was cradled in Merry's arms. The young hobbit laughed, nuzzling his face into Merry's shoulder as the older hobbit slowed his movements, dropping to a steady, walking pace along the trail. Pippin tilted his head back, giggling as he pressed his lips to Merry's. The laughter between the two transformed into soft mewls and needy groans as both grew aroused.
"Oh, Merry, Merry," Pippin panted hard against his cousin's mouth. "I need you so much."
"Aye, Pip," Merry moaned.
The hobbit hole came into view, and Merry scrambled to open the door, smiling sweetly as he ‘carried Pippin over the threshold'. The two would be spending their first night together as a married couple. It was a reality that made Merry's heart ache with joy. Pippin was squirming in his arms; his face was flushed with arousal, and he was licking at his red lips in an enticing manner with half opened eyes.
"Please, take me to the bedroom," Pippin begged.
Merry nodded, heading to the room that they desired to be in the most. Once there, Merry gently laid Pippin on the bed and rained delicate kisses over the lad's face. Pippin groaned, snaking his arms around Merry's neck and drawing him closer, until Merry was on top of him, pressing his growing erection into Pippin's. The urgency grew, and the two newlyweds anxiously tore at their clothing, fighting to get skin on skin contact.
"Yes, Merry!" Pippin cried as their shirts were shed and their chests bumped together. "Oh....love!" Merry was tugging furiously at his cousin's trousers. "Darling....oh!"
"You enjoy that, love?" Merry chuckled, discarding Pippin's trousers to the floor and fondling Pippin's pulsing cock.
Pippin moaned and began to unfasten Merry's trousers with trembling hands. "Only if you're naked with me."
A growl surged in Merry's throat as Pippin's nimble fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his trousers, wrapping around his rock hard penis, causing white hot pleasure to shoot all over his body. He glanced down at Pippin, finding the lad nervously grinning at him. Merry smirked and leaned forward, rubbing his lips over Pippin's before sliding out his tongue to gently part his lips. Pippin whimpered as his tongue dueled with Merry's and tugged harder on Merry's cock, making the older hobbit buck his hips. Merry broke the kiss and removed Pippin's exploring hand, though he was reluctant to do so. Pippin gazed up at him with a confused expression.
"I want to take this slow, darling," Merry explained, easing the trembling lad on his back. "I want to savor this night and make it last as long as possible. Do you want that too, my precious one?"
Pippin's eyes brightened with glee. "I want that very much Merry."
Merry grinned and leaned down next to Pippin on the plush bed, kicking off his pants. He trailed a teasing finger over the hardening nipples on Pippin's chest, causing the lad to whimper and arch his back, grumbling when his older cousin shied away.
"Do you want me to touch you?" Merry asked, voice husky.
"Please Merry," Pippin whined, gripping his hand tightly, forcing it back to his neglected nipple.
A low chuckle came from Merry as he gently pinched the nub, eliciting a high moan from Pippin.
"Do you want me to taste you?" Merry inquired, lowering his head.
"Oh, yes, Merry love," Pippin whimpered, on the verge of tears.
Merry nuzzled the other nipple with his lips, drawing out his tongue to deliver slow licks that turned to hard lapping. With his hand, Merry tugged and pinched at the other nipple while he drew the other into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue. Pippin's moans had turned to desperate cries, whimpering incoherent pleads that were like music to Merry's ears. He loved manipulating Pippin's body, and he relished all the noises he could get out of him through such a simple act. The lad was young, passionate, and Merry's cock throbbed painfully when he realized that he was going to drive Pippin into an even greater frenzy. Merry could see Pippin's member leaking from the slit, and it worried him. He didn't want his lover to come too soon. The night had only started.
"Pip, relax for me," Merry murmured, leaving Pippin's nipples to snuggle against the lad's sweaty cheek. "I don't want this night to come to an end so soon because I want to make love to you all night long."
"Oh, Merry," Pippin groaned. "Yes, yes, make love to me forever."
"I couldn't think of anything more wonderful," Merry whispered, kissing Pippin's curls. "Let me pet you a bit longer. I love all the noises you make."
The older hobbit trailed his fingertips lightly over Pippin's quivering abdomen, stopping to burrow into the small patch of soft curls above the young hobbit's member. Pippin whimpered as Merry's fingers slid over his throbbing cock, briefly twirling around the rosy head, collecting little droplets of precome. Merry drew his fingers to his lips, tasting Pippin's salty seed and became tempted to engulf the lad's penis in his mouth to collect more of the delicious liquid. He relented, though, and leaned in closer to suckle on Pippin's neck, making the young hobbit buck and moan wantonly.
Merry gave a startled gasp as Pippin shoved him to the side and dove down on Merry's erection, engulfing him in a warm, wet orifice. Pippin bobbed his head up and down at a furious pace, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip and tonguing the slit.
"Gods, Pip, what are you going?!" Merry yelped, tanging his finger's in Pippin's silky hair. The suction was bringing him close to orgasm, and he growled in lust as the room filled with soft slurping noises as Pippin took more and more of him in. "Oh, love, you're going to be the death of me!"
Pippin smirked and released Merry's penis, sliding his tongue along the protruding vein, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from his cousin. "I don't want that to happen, Merry love." He lapped at the pearly liquid leaking from Merry's pulsing cock. "I only wish to pleasure you and please you, and I seem to be doing a very good job of it."
"That you are, my impish Took," Merry chuckled, moaning in delight as Pippin continued to lick him.
"Brandybuck you mean," Pippin corrected, caressing Merry's testicles. "Hm, Peregrin Brandybuck. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
"Aye," Merry replied, lightly gripping Pippin's shoulders and drawing him away from throbbing member. "You're my mate for life. I love you." He snickered devilishly as he plopped Pippin onto his back, sucking on the young hobbit's bottom lip while he stroked his young cousin's cock, causing Pippin to break the kiss to cry out and buck his hips upward.
Pippin whined, tugging at Merry, and titled his head peck the older hobbit's lips with his. "It feels so good when you touch me. Please, don't stop Merry. I need you so much that it hurts." The lad grinned mischievously and encircled his cousin's member with his soft palm. "I want your big, beautiful cock in me." Merry blushed and chuckled. "Please do it, Merry. Make love to me."
Merry clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as Pippin's words almost sent him into climax. Reluctantly, the older hobbit pushed Pippin away for a third time that night. The young hobbit frowned but squeaked as Merry rolled onto him, crushing their aching erections together, creating a delicious friction that left both gasping and on the edge of swooning. Merry slowed his movements, delivering delicate and loving kisses to Pippin's face. The lad opened his mouth and allowed Merry's tongue to plunge in. Merry always enjoyed kissing this way with Pippin for him gave him a chance to savor the sweetness of Pippin's mouth. He caressed his lover's cheek, moving his hand up to twin in Pippin's curls, pulling lightly as the younger hobbit began to squeeze his buttocks, urging his cousin to pick up the pace of their thrusts. Despite this, Merry kept the rhythm at an agonizingly slow pace, causing Pippin to buck and beg Merry for release.
The older hobbit sighed in defeat, and he reached over for the night stand, taking out a bottle of oil. Soon, he had three fingers pushing in and out of Pippin's tight heat. The young hobbit was writhing and grinding his teeth in concentration to keep himself from reaching orgasm. Merry's fingers were slow and teasing, purposely gliding over his sweet spot until Pippin's entire frame had a sheen of sweat shining in the firelight.
"Merry...in me....please," Pippin panted.
Merry coated himself and bent the young hobbit's legs to his chest, giving him access to Pippin's puckered entrance. Gradually, Merry gently sank into Pippin's opening and held himself still, letting Pippin adjust to his girth. The young hobbit's breath hitched at the feeling of being stretched and the momentary pain that followed. A frown formed on Merry's face as he saw Pippin's brow furrow with pain. Sighing in disgust at himself, Merry delicately pushed apart Pippin's legs and lowered down until his breath was inches from his cousin's, grinding his belly over Pippin's bobbing erection. Ecstasy shot through Pippin's member, and he mewled in response, threading his fingers through Merry's locks to pull him in for a steamy kiss that left Merry gasping for air.
"Are you still in pain sweet one?" Merry asked.
"No, it has passed," Pippin murmured.
"I'm sorry," Merry muttered. "I should have been more gentle. I never meant to give you pain."
Pippin kissed Merry hard with a bruising force. "Merry, love, you were very gentle with me, and you've given me plenty of time to adjust to you. It will always be a bit uncomfortable at first when you enter me, but it's only brief. Nothing but pleasure follows."
Merry scowled. "It's Marroc's fault for your wound. He hurt you.....body and soul."
"Do not speak of him," Pippin begged, fighting the sobs that rose in his chest. He did not want to think of Marroc ravaging him on his wedding night. "This night is about us, not him. This night is the beginning of our love that will last for all time. Do you know how happy it makes me to know that? I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, my only love."
Merry's grin grew, and he wiped the tears trickling down Pippin's cheeks. "How I love you, my dear one. Our love will last even longer than this lifetime. When we pass from this world we will have eternity in paradise to enjoy our love. I will make love to you forever."
"That was beautiful, and I love you, Merry," Pippin whimpered, "but I need you start moving or I'll die from this sweet agony."
"We can't have that, now can we?" Merry chuckled.
Merry pulled out and eased back in, still taking it slow. Pippin thrashed his head, whimpering from the building pleasure in his member that was threatening to burst. Tears were streaming down Pippin's face, and he locked his legs around Merry's waist, drawing him in deeper into his taut opening, instantly striking his sweet spot. Merry leaned down, lavishing Pippin's trembling face with sweet kisses while whispering sweet nothings.
"Harder, Merry," Pippin wailed, rocking fast against Merry's swaying hips. "Oh, please, do it faster. I can't....stand....much more! Please!" He brutally kissed Merry, and dug his nails into Merry's waist. "Merry, love, darling, my mate please...."
Merry's eyes blurred with tears. "Pip, my only love, how I adore you. I can't deny you anything." He grasped Pippin's hand, kissing the finger that held the gold wedding ring, making Pippin moan louder. "We are one for life. No one will ever take that away. I love you. I love you so much. I will never tire of saying it, my beautiful partner."
Love shined in Pippin's wet eyes, and he untangled his hand from Merry, reaching for his cousin's other hand that contained his own wedding ring, twining his fingers through Merry's until their rings clicked together. Pippin rose up briefly to kiss the two rings that were momentarily bonded.
"I am yours forever, Merry," Pippin mewled. "I too will never tire of saying how much you mean to me, and how much I love you, my darling."
"Sweet one," Merry murmured in delight.
The older hobbit captured Pippin's lips in a passionate kiss as he drove harder and harder into the young hobbit's willing body. The room filled with cries and the smacking of two bodies driving into a frenzied rhythm. The pleasure mounted in Pippin, and he jerked his head away from the kiss to let out a satiated scream that echoed with Merry's. Spasms racked through both bodies, leaving them panting heavily and amply sweating.
"My love.....my love...." Merry whispered, kissing Pippin softly.
Their ring fingers were still tangled together.
To be continued in Part 2. (Yes, that means more sex.)
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