Chapter 20
Title: The Price
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P; M/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 20/? Merry and Pippin are about to enjoy the first day of their life together when they receive some disturbing news from Robin. Apparently, Marroc's sister has caused trouble.....
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Sex and violence
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
A/N: Chapter 21 will have some het content and incest. And you thought Marroc was nasty before. ;)
Pippin moaned as he slowly woke, stretching his limbs amongst the soft sheets. His arm trailed up and down the mattress, searching for Merry. When he found the bed was empty, Pippin jolted upright, jerked a nightshirt over his head, and rushed out of the door in fright. He instantly calmed and chided himself for being so skittish when he smelled the aroma of bacon. The young hobbit entered the kitchen and smiled warmly as he spotted near the stove.
"You're up early," Pippin stated. "I thought for sure you would be sleeping in to noon from all the energy you used up last night, my elderly hobbit."
Merry laughed and left the bacon to fry, moving to wrap his arms around Pippin's waist, drawing him into a tight embrace. "I may be older than you but I'm not that old. Hm, so I assume you enjoyed our activities?"
"Very much, love," Pippin murmured, his eyes brightening with lust.
"Ah, feeling frisky again are we?" Merry chuckled, running his hands along Pippin's rear, causing the young hobbit to gasp at the teasing touch. "I very hungry, and I think I shall have my favorite dish....Pippin."
The young hobbit squealed in shock as he was lifted from the ground, fingers pinching his rump, and roughly lowered to the table. His cry was suddenly muffled by Merry's lips pressing hungrily against his, making Pippin mewl and arch his back while tugging Merry's shirt upward.
The older hobbit pushed his hands away. "Ah, ah, not yet darling."
Pippin whimpered in disappointment, and he kept his hands in place on the cool wood, scratching his nails along the hard surface. Warm breath grazed over his growing member as the fabric was pushed away. A strangled moan passed Pippin's breath as Merry's mouth instantly engulfed his cock, swallowing his whole length. Pleasure shot through the young hobbit's body from the wet warmth, making him whimper and buck his hips, desperately seeking release. For once Merry didn't seem to be in a teasing mood, and he bobbed his head at a furious pace, occasionally swirling his tongue around Pippin's rosy head.
"Oh Merry!" Pippin wailed, clenching his fingers in his lover's curls. "I'm...I'm close! Please....please let me..."
Merry picked up the pace, creating an even tighter suction that drove Pippin wild. The older hobbit slid his hands along the table, twining them with Pippin's. The young hobbit moaned and clutched Merry's hands harshly, making the other hobbit wince slightly. With a few more licks Pippin shuddered violently and cried out as orgasm washed over him. Merry swallowed and inched back up to rain kisses along Pippin's jaw.
"Was that good darling one?" Merry inquired, nuzzling Pippin's cheek.
Pippin panted and pressed gentle kiss to Merry's lips. "Yes, and now it is time that I give you pleasure Merry."
Merry smirked as the young hobbit pushed him into a nearby chair and lowered until he was squeezed between the older hobbit's thighs. Grinning mischievously, Pippin glided his palms over Merry's thighs, smiling even wider as the older hobbit trembled in anticipation. The young hobbit had other plans, though. He would pay Merry back for all the teasing that had been inflicted upon him.
"Pip," Merry cooed as the young hobbit trailed his tongue along the soft thigh, ceasing when he reached Merry's exposed crotch. "Please, no teasing lad."
"It's only fair, Merry love," Pippin giggled wickedly. "You teased me awful last night, and I intend to return the favor."
Merry groaned in defeat as Pippin's delicate fingers stroked his testicles, briefly grazing over his erect member, throbbing with need. Pippin leaned closer, slowly snaking his tongue along the leaking slit, causing Merry to grunt and raise his hips. The young hobbit chuckled and backed away, placing soft kisses and licks along the pulsing shaft. Sweat rolled down Merry's brow, and he bit into his lip, trying to keep himself from coming by just gazing down at his young lover. Pippin's cheeks were rosy, cinnamon curls gleaming in a beam of sunlight, and there was a sheen of perspiration along his forehead, and his lips were swollen and red. The sheer beauty kneeling before him sent a wave of emotions flooding to his heart. Finally, he would spend the rest of his life with Pippin.
"Pip....I can't..." Merry moaned.
Suddenly, he gave a keening wail as he climaxed, causing Pippin to jerk in surprise as Merry's seed shot out.
"I barely touched you," Pippin muttered in shock.
Merry pulled his cousin up, giving him a hard kiss. "I couldn't help it. You're so beautiful, and you're all mine."
"Oh, Merry, you're making me blush," Pippin giggled. "I love you so much."
"And I love you, my precious love," Merry murmured against Pippin's throat.
The two were engaged in gentle, languid kisses when there was a loud knock at the door. Merry grumbled and eased his cousin into the chair before heading to the door. His eyes widened in shock as Robin came in. The Shirriff's face was beet red, and his chest was heaving with labored breaths.
"Robin?! Why are you here?!" Merry stuttered. "What is wrong?!"
"You must leave with Pippin," Robbin panted. "I'm afraid there was a problem at the jail. Apparently, Marroc has a sister called Sindara, and someone tipped her off of his predicament. Somehow, someway, she managed to bribe the judge and the charges of rape, kidnaping, and murder were dropped. Marroc was released from the cell before we had the proper time to dispose of him. That's not the worst of it, though. I heard that his sister also convinced Judge Milo that you kidnaped Pippin from him. He'll be coming here to claim Pippin with jailers. Merry....they're going to arrest you."
"Impossible," Merry muttered in terror.
His heart was pounding in his chest, reverberating painfully in his skull. Pippin was now at his side, griping his arm in fear and shaking hard.
"Is this some sort of cruel joke being played on us?!" Pippin snapped. "I must say...."
"I wish it were a prank, but it's not," Robin interrupted. "You must leave now, and go someplace safe to hide."
"Thank you Robbin," Merry stated. "Please, could you get two of the ponies ready while Pippin and I change?"
"Of course," Robin answered, heading back outside.
Merry and Pippin were silent while they raced to the bedroom, scrambling to retrieve their clothing. Both were petrified and neither could believe that their livelihood was being threatened once again. Once finished, the two strode to the doorway and both were startled to find Robin unconscious on the ground with a hideous gash on the side of his head, oozing blood onto the ground.
The older hobbit cautiously gazed around the yard, looking for any sign of intruders. It was eerily still for morning. Birds should have been chirping. Heat rose to Merry's cheeks as he heard separate sets of crunching twigs. Someone was on the land. Slowly, Merry backed up toward the house, urging Pippin to do the same.
"Halt!" came a harsh voice.
"Who are you?!" Merry yelled back. "Why are you trespassing on my land?!"
A hobbit stepped from the bushes. Merry knew him as the head jailer named Wilbur Proudfoot. "You are wanted for the kidnaping of Peregrin Took and the attempted murder of Marroc Smallburrows."
"You know that is outrageous!" Pippin snapped. "Wilbur, you know Merry! You know me for goodness sake! We used to play together as children! Please, let us pass!"
Wilbur cast his gaze to the ground. "I have no choice. I have orders and there are others here. If I go against them....I'll suffer awful consequences. I have a family to think of. I suggest you come along peacefully....for your own good. Please...don't make me order the others to restrain you. I don't want that."
"I don't care what you want," came another voice. "Put him in shackles!"
Rage flickered in Merry's grey orbs as Marroc rode into the yard, grinning smugly at Merry. "You bastard! How dare you! I won't let you take Pippin! You won't harm him again!"
Marroc shook in mock fear as Merry charged at him despite Pippin's plea for him to remain still. The hobbit never reached Marroc. The group of hobbits hiding in the shrubs bounded out and tackled Merry to the ground. He thrashed violently and spat out curses as one of the jailers shackled his wrists together, which were tight enough to cut into his flesh.
He was confused. How had Marroc accomplished his wicked plan so quickly? His train of thought was interrupted by a pitiful cry from Pippin, and he whipped his head back and forth to find him, but all the hobbits piled on him prevented him from seeing.
"Stay away from me!" Pippin shouted. "Don't touch me!"
"Don't be frightened, my jewel," Marroc murmured. "I've only come to take you back home where you truly belong."
"Leave him alone!" Merry snarled, flaying madly to free himself. "I swear that I will kill you if you hurt him!"
Marroc snorted. "You've vowed to kill me before, and you've never gone through with it. It's such a shame that you had to act like a noble hobbit. Just think, if you had done away with me than you wouldn't be in this mess. I don't know whether to laugh at your sheer stupidity or your worthless compassion."
Merry was hauled to his feet, and he growled viciously as Marroc stood before him, holding a whimpering and trembling Pippin in his arms. The young hobbit battled to get away, but Marroc was too strong.
"You should be in prison," Pippin sobbed, allowing the tears to fall from his eyes.
"Aye, I should," Marroc laughed, "but I have my wonderful sister to thank. She's quite close with the judge you know. She convinced him of my innocence and of Merry's guilt. Now, he'll be taking my place in that wretched cell. Sindara! It is safe for you to come out now, dear one."
Another pony trotted through the clearing, carrying a young hobbit lass. Her complexion was fair, hair strawberry blonde, and eyes a piercing blue. She was Marroc's twin sister.
"It is about time," Sindara grumbled. "How long does it have to take to capture a one miserable hobbit?" She brought the pony near Merry, glaring down at him. "So, this is the one that was causing you trouble, brother? He doesn't look so threatening to me. What an ugly, wretched hobbit you are! Marroc should have you gutted for your insolence!"
Merry barred his teeth and spat at the ground near the pony's hooves. He hated this lass, though he couldn't bring himself to spit in her face. Sindara's eyes widened in disbelief. Reaching under the saddle, she drew out a small whip and lashed Merry across the cheek. A loud yelp echoed in the air. How it burned. Merry gritted his teeth and held back the tears that threatened to spill not only from pain, but from watching his cousin struggle to reach him, to comfort him.
"Lowly creature!" Sindara spat hatefully. "Show some respect to your betters! I hope you make him suffer, brother."
"Oh, I certainly intend to, dear sister," Marroc sadistically chuckled.
The lass turned her attention to Pippin, and the young hobbit shuddered at the glint in her eyes. "My, I can see why you would put up such a fight to own this....Pippin. I must say, he is a magnificent specimen. So beautiful, so...innocent looking....I adore his eyes. It's a wonderful shade of green. When you tire of him, do you think I could have those eyes for my collection. I don't have an emerald color."
"He isn't meant for that type of play, Sindara," Marroc warned. "I love this pretty hobbit, and he is to be my mate for life."
"He isn't yours!" Merry growled.
Another harsh lash was delivered to his cheek, cutting open his flesh. "Hold your tongue!" Sindara's angry tone turned to a high pitched laugh as she spotted the shimmering gold on Pippin's finger. "Indeed, I do believe this pitiful leech speaks the truth. Your Pippin is wearing a wedding ring!"
Marroc's cheeks flushed, and he whipped Pippin around, yanking at his left hand. "It matters not! Pippin is mine!" He cruelly pulled the ring off of Pippin's finger and flung it into the mud. "He will be my mate!"
The young hobbit wailed and strained against Marroc's grip to retrieve the precious ring. "Let me go! I am not your mate! I belong to Merry! I love him!"
Marroc cooed into Pippin's ear, "You will be mine forever."
"I certainly hope you are willing to share, beloved brother," Sindara murmured. "Let me have a taste of this beauty at least for one night. After all, I did have to spend time with that dreadful Milo."
"Of course," Marroc snickered, licking Pippin's pointed ear, "but none of your blood games, at least with my jewel. If you desire it, you can use one of the servants for that." Marroc turned to Merry. "You may take him away. I have more important things to do. I must return home with my jewel."
"No! Merry!" Pippin screamed as he was dragged off.
The older hobbit could only watch on helplessly as Pippin was forced onto a pony with Marroc. He couldn't believe that this was happening. They were supposed to start their lives together. They were supposed to be happy until the end of their days. Instead, their lives were being thrust once more into misery.
To be continued.
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