Title: Darkness in the Marsh 
Author: Victoria 
Author's email : trecherousring@aol.com 
Pairing: Sam and Frodo 
Rating: NC 17. 
Summary: Sam awakens to comfort a troubled Frodo. 
Disclaimer: These characters are from LOTR. I'm not trying to steal anything from 
Tolkien, etc. etc. Just enjoy. 
Warning: Extreme sexual content. 
 
 
 
 
     The dull sounds of distilled voices filled young Frodo Baggins's ears as he sat 
awake within the muck of the marsh. His comrades, Samwise and Gollum were 
sound asleep under a bit of brush. Frodo however, was perplexed once again 
with the treasure he held close to his heart without a choice, the one ring -- 
slowly curving his fingers over the circular design, staring at the gold tint, thinking 
for a mere moment.. he almost saw his reflection. Hearing a stifle of noise behind 
him and a shaky grunt, he realized someone was rousing. Hiding away the 
trinket, he turned his head over his shoulder slightly, chocolate curls bouncing 
over his forehead. . .  
 
" Mr. Frodo? " 
 
    The mere sound of his companion, Sam's, voice caused upper lip to twitch 
slightly with amusement. His smile hidden, he turned back around, staring out 
over the cloudy water, where treachery and lies hid deep beneath the surface. " 
Yes, Sam? " 
 
     Samwise fidgeted a bit nervously. He always thought himself to be lesser than 
Frodo, but this did not change his complete and utter adoration for his traveling 
companion and friend. Chubby fingertips rubbed against one another. Teeth 
tugged on pouty, slightly chapped bottom tier. After pausing a moment, and 
looking back at Gollum, Sam scurried quickly to Frodo's side, nestling himself 
comfortably at a relaxed distance apart, tugging his legs close to his rather stout 
form. " Can't sleep, Mr. Frodo. What about you? " 
 
     Frodo thought the question was rather redundant since he was awake. Never 
was he however rude, especially to such a good friend. Even with the ring's 
power beginning to overthrow the depths of his mind's strength. " I was just 
thinking. About everything, Sam. About the ring. About the quest. About you. . . 
about me. . " He had deliberately paused for that moment, trying to separate the 
words, so the statement did not sound so risque. 
 
      Sam's easily distracted attention perked up immediately at the mention of 
himself and Frodo. Even if it wasn't in sexual context, it was a thought he often 
dreamed on these long and lonely nights, even nights back in the Shire. Back at 
their home. Yes, their home had a lovely ring to it.  " What about us, Mr. Frodo? " 
He immediately put the pair together, even if it wasn't intentional. For all he knew. 
. 
 
" Us? " 
      
     Frodo blinked a bit as Sam put together his words. He had to look away for a 
moment, cheeks tinging a soft pink, hardly able to tell with his hobbit nature. He 
sighed softly, the pieces of the puzzle began to fit and come together. " .. I 
mean.. we're out here. Every night and every day. Now alone having left 
everyone behind. I know it was my choice. . " 
 
     Sam immediately interrupted, moving closer to his friend and placing a hand 
on his shoulder. " It wasn't your choice, Mr. Frodo. There was no choice. You 
have to move forward. For the good in this world. " 
 
     Frodo smiled contently at the kind words of Gamgee. One of his chubby 
hands placed atop his companion's at his shoulder, squeezing. " Nothing ever 
dampens your spirits, does it Sam.." 
 
     Sam blushed darkly at that comment, and hid away his face. Dirtied honey 
curled locks fell about those sacheted eyes, a hefty sigh. " I have to. But it's true, 
Mr. Frodo. There is some good in this world. Otherwise we would not exist. We 
have to go on.. well. You have to go forward. For everyone. . for us. " 
 
     Frodo just had to blink his crystalline eyes at that comment, and turned to the 
blushing Sam. An incredible tension had grown between the two over their 
journey thus far. And tonight, it was coming to a wonderful pinnacle. Scooting 
closer to Sam, he placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed tenderly, rubbing it a 
bit. " For us, Sam. " 
 
     Sam blinked once again as the hand was on his thigh, and realized it was a 
bit more than friendly. He watched as the loving digits of his companion stroked 
the crushed velveteen fabric hiding his slightly muscled thigh. Of course, all he 
could do was smile for the moment, moving closer to Frodo, and returning the 
gesture, placing his own hand on Frodo's upper thigh, squeezing it. 
 
     Frodo watched Sam for that moment as he took that step forward. Staring at 
their laps, back and forth.. the pair seemed to just blush, and lose themselves in 
the moment. Hence came that awkward silence. No, it was more like a dramatic 
pause as both the young hobbit boys stared into each other's eyes lovingly, both 
so shy.. but both knowing exactly what they wanted. Sam took eager initiative 
however, and suddenly leaned forward, pressing those lush lips against Frodo's. 
His eyes were open, as were Frodo's and they stared at each other as their lips 
locked. A few moments of this, both broke into a muffled chuckle, their eyes 
closing. Now that the awkwardness had been pushed aside for now, Sam tilted 
his head.. lips pressing tighter to Frodo's, and in response Frodo moaned very 
softly, which made Sam scurry into a fit of delight, forcing more of himself on him. 
 
     This quick and coy play of lips went on for a few long moments before Frodo 
broke it off with a gasp of breath, his hands going up. " Wait. . " Sam did not want 
to stop, and Frodo glanced over at Gollum. " .. What about him.. he might hear 
us. " He looked down, he longed for the touch of his companion all the more, he 
could not stop just because of Smeagol. Being quite the clever one however, his 
eyes brightened. Snatching up Sam's hand, he dragged him a bit away from their 
nestling site of the night, near a patch of softer brush, and fell down with a boyish 
giggle. Sam, accidentally falling ontop of him. Their skin so pale and gleaming in 
the once in a few meters bit of light from fires that never died. Sam leaned down, 
lips against Frodo's, but he wanted to explore some more. Nudging Frodo's head 
aside a bit, his pert nose rubbed against the bachelor's cheek, lips herein 
pressing against the flesh. He groaned at the mere taste of it. Brushing chocolate 
strands away, he craned his neck down a bit more, pressing kisses along the 
throat of his loved one. 
 
     Frodo's legs wrapped around Sam's hips slightly at the reaction, his neck 
being ever sensitive. Never having had this sort of experience before, it was 
causing him to jerk whenever Sam found a delightful spot. He moaned sweetly. 
Right hand moved to the back of Sam's head, playing with his hair. His breath 
and body language alone begged for more, but it just had to be said. " .. please 
Samwise.. don't stop.. " 
 
     Hearing his full first name made him even more aroused and warm for Frodo, 
and his reaction was quite a strong one, pressing his tight clad hips against that 
of the other, grinding tensely as if he had done this before. Rather, just longed for 
it. He continued to grind, lips reaching Frodo's ear. Blowing warm air over the 
curvature along the outside, his own flat tongue seeped out and gave it a few 
licks. Frodo's back arched and Sam grinded more, tugging the lobe within his 
teeth, chewing on it like a fine piece of weed, almost grunting a bit with the heat 
of the moment. 
 
     This whole while Frodo allowed Sam to be the giver of affections. His lips 
parted and he sighed. Moaned.. his heart pounded under his dark brown vest 
and white button shirt. Gulping hard in his throat, he forced his hips upwards, 
grinding them against Gamgee's, and when he did, his whole body quivered with 
excitement. A moan louder than before seeped out of him. Right hand around the 
back of Sam's neck squeezed, fingertips playing with his messy mop of off 
honey. His quickened breath alluded him.. he thrusted up against those hips 
again. The lightly locked legs tightened. His furry feet brushing over Sam's 
clothed thigh. He was enjoying this grinding, the lump between his thighs 
swelling and growing as he felt his partner's own bulge and press. He took all the 
more initiative now, turning Sam's head away from the point of his ear for a 
moment. 
 
     However Sam fought back, restraining dear Frodo against the ground. Frodo 
had blinked not expecting it.. but long had Sam longed to pay sweet attention to 
his ear. His own rounded tongue slipping actually inside of Frodo's ear. He 
moaned into the wet crevasse, and twirled that tongue around sensually. 
 
     Frodo squeaked with joy at that feeling. His foot patted against Sam's leg. 
Twitched rather at the feeling of his ear. He moaned.. he writhed with absolute 
pleasure, glad Sam had stolen him away once again. It would end.. he getting a 
breathing period, panting. Now both small hands grabbed onto Sam's face and 
tugged him inward, placing a tight kiss against his lips. Their lips rubbed and 
twisted, both moaning together in utter bliss. Frodo's mouth opened, intentionally 
to allow Sam's tongue into his mouth, longing to feel its talents there. Sam 
happily obliged, shoving that sweet reddened muscle deep into his companion's 
mouth, rubbing the tip up under his teeth.. and then entwining it with his own. All 
the while grinding his hips downward. Frodo's cautious hands longed to wander 
for the moment. They at Sam's chest.. started moving down. He paused. He 
hesitated rather, the nervousness coming in again. 
 
     Sam would not have his precious Frodo being frightened or nervous. He 
broke the kiss and smiled down at him soothingly, rubbing his plump cheek 
against the other hobbit's nose. One hand reached and took one of Frodo's, and 
eased it down slowly to the large lump between his thighs, placing it there and 
forcing him to squeeze. His eyes rolled back in his head, and immediately the 
kiss was surged onward once again. 
 
     He groped and grabbed at that hidden muscle at those pants as Sam 
directed, fingertips digging into the mock leather tightly. Eyes had widened when 
the kiss grew even more hotter, his wanton needs taking over. Hips pressed up 
against his own hand, which in turn pressed against Sam. He broke the kiss and 
tossed his head back. " ..Oh Sam.mh.." 
 
     Hearing this moan of his name got him more aroused. Moving Frodo's arm 
aside, he sat up a moment. Fingertips went to Frodo's vest and he started to 
unbutton it. Soon enough having it undone, and with his love's assistance: 
removed. He leaned down, placing kisses upon exposed shoulder before lifting 
again.. Frodo assisting once more with the hastened removal of his long sleeved 
shirt, until he was bare chested. Immediately Sam leaned back down, nuzzling 
his head into the hairy chest of Frodo, melting in it. He even went so far as to lick 
the flesh as Frodo's legs wrapped around him again. Leaning up, kisses met 
shoulder, and where neck met shoulder, having an easier way to get at the flesh. 
Having his fill, he maneuvered through the furry upper body of Frodo and found 
his left nipple, teeth capturing it and pinching, before lips curved over it and 
suckled contentedly. 
 
     Frodo twitched. It was all a new and wonderful experience to him. Shifting a 
bit under Sam, his back arched continually so he could press his lower extremity 
to his. Hand grabbed onto Sam's shoulder, trying to drag him down more as he 
tortured him. Initiative again, Frodo? He sat up slowly and began to unbutton 
Sam's upper vest and shirt, hurriedly ridding them from the pair. He tugged him 
down so their furry chests rubbed against one another, and he groaned with 
pleasure, his nipples now hardened, along with something else. 
 
     The hobbit men clung to each other, kissed and tore away clothing. Sam put 
his hand between Frodo's thighs now, clenching the mass there. Frodo cried out 
suddenly and surprise, his eyes glittering as he grinded his hips hurriedly. " .. 
Mmh..long have I thought of this, my dearest Sam.." 
 
     Hearing that phrase got him all the more excited. He couldn't wait anymore. 
Sam could not take all of this grinding for so long, and not have any action, 
especially when he had pondered this moment even longer than Frodo had. 
Sitting up slowly, curls falling about his face, he went to unbuttoning Frodo's 
pants. Frodo, watching in delight, nibbled his bottom 
lip excitingly. Hips lifting so Sam could slide the trousers off. No undergarment 
underneath. He blushed as he was revealed to Sam in a romantic nature. Not the 
first time they had seen each other naked. Sam smiled, his eyes almost popped 
out as Frodo's member stood straight up. Satisfied with this sight, he leaned 
down a bit more, allowing humid and hot breath to flutter over the tip of the hairy 
hobbit's mushroom, tongue moving out, then jerking back in and not touching, 
teasing his newfound love. 
 
     Frodo squealed now. And when breath fell over his virgin piece he cried out 
adoringly. He had to buck his hips, that tip nudging against Sam's lips. Sam 
blinked a bit and kissed the top of it slowly as Frodo's hands dug into the marsh, 
moist dirt getting under his fingernails, but he paid it no mind. Sam now was 
kissing up and down the first few inches of his sweet length, savoring it for the 
moment as dark godiva curls fell over Frodo's cerulean orbs. Finally, after much 
teasing of contorting tiers, Sam parted his lips and took in the first inch or so of 
that hobbit prize, suckling on the shroom hotly, milking Frodo as it were, talented 
tongue coming back into play. Lips rubbed and moved on the underside of the 
mass, and Frodo panted. Gasped. Squealed as if he was struck by a ringwraith. 
One hand grabbed onto Sam's head, the back of it anyway and pushed him 
down. "..Oh gods, Sam.. mmh.. so.. moist.." 
 
     Lips continued to move over the tip of that length, and after a few more brief 
moments, sunk down all the more. Saliva gathered in the sides of his cheek, 
using it to lather up the dear hobbit. As Frodo enjoyed all the more, Sam 
continued to milk and suckle, squeezing and sucking his jaws in as he let loose 
his affection. Moving his head to the right a bit, he nestled Frodo's member 
against his cheek, it bulging out a bit much to the other's delight, fingertips 
rubbing the purged flesh for a moment. Now toes dug into the ground of Frodo, 
his own hand moving down to the so far.. untouched base of his own member, 
squeezing it, causing fluids to flow more upward. Since it was his first 
experience, he was already letting a loose a bit of that pre orgasmic liquid, the 
juice slipping in and mixing with Sam's saliva, which he readily gulped down and 
moaned, sending vibrations over the man's member. Frodo arched his back, 
tongue slinking out of his lips and rubbing against his own teeth as hips lifted up 
and bucked. Sam lifted his head away from Frodo's a member, a thin line of pre' 
and saliva trailing out and breaking. He climbed atop his nude hobbit once more, 
pressing a kiss to his lips. 
 
     Frodo tasted himself. And groaned at the lovely salty fluid. Tongue rubbed 
over Sam's like an expert now, gathering it all up as they suckled at each other's 
faces. Hands moved down to Sam's waist now, and with his help removed his 
own belt and pants, until the larger folk of the shire was nude as well. He 
shuddered, feeling his wet and smooth.. throbbing member press against Sam's. 
While his was more long than anything, Sam's was thick. Frodo licked his lips a 
bit with wicked thoughts, rubbing himself free of clothing now against Sam's own 
treasure. The bodies of the boys were generating enough heat for the both of 
them, a thin layer of sweat forming on their tanned flesh. The tip of Frodo's length 
wavered and rubbed, the veins bulging with delight. He had to touch himself. 
Hand went between his thighs, but Sam pushed it away. Frodo pouted, and was 
in complete torture until Sam once again reassured him of pleasure, and placed 
his own hand, ontop of his thick rod. Frodo squeezed tightly, thumb rubbing over 
the tip, Sam's sweet juice immediately coating his thumb, lips licked again. In the 
meanwhile, Sam had snatched his own hand onto Frodo, squeezing and sliding 
up and down, Frodo's juices pumping out of the top every once in a while and 
sliding down the sides, lubricating his hand for quicker slides, which their breath 
quickened all the more. 
 
     In response, Frodo quickened his hand. Sam's own seed having sputtered 
here and there out and made it easier. His wrist was weakening, but he felt that 
mass growing in his palm. The same with Gamgee. Licking his lips a bit, Frodo 
moved up to Sam's ear, kissing at it hurriedly, still tasting him from their kiss 
earlier. Their hips bucked, the hobbits grunted and groaned, letting out their love 
and emotion about the marsh. Panting, hurriedly in a shaky voice. . " .. S-..Sam. 
? .. I.. I want to taste you.. as you tasted me. " 
 
     Those words almost made Sam explode in release right at that moment. 
Knowing he would not last much longer, he nodded to Frodo and released him 
from his grip of members. Rolling over onto his back, he stared at him, and 
beckoned him over. Frodo crawled atop of Sam. His own head between Sam's 
thighs.. as Sam's head was between his own thighs. And once the pair situated 
in the slightly awkward position, their mouths went to work. Sam's went diligently 
over Frodo's member, lips locking as tight as ever. Tongue thrashed in wild 
pressure as he tried to ooze Frodo's climax from him, grunting as the member 
nudged against the back of his throat. 
 
     Frodo was able to taste Sam for the first time now. But because his partner 
was hurrying, Frodo had to as well. He had no choice, he wanted his love to 
burst out as soon as he did. Lips curved over the crown of his thick member and 
he sunk his head down, suckling tightly on the thick meat. His eyelids fluttered, 
sweat pouring over his body. His own hips bucked in response in Sam's hurried 
suckling. Sam's hips bucked against Frodo's face.. he placing his hands against 
the dual sacs of the hobbit, massaging tenderly, head moving up and down and 
bobbing a bit.   
 
     That was it. Sam could not take anymore. He didn't care at the moment if 
Frodo was ready for release, but he was. With one sharp and firm thrust forward, 
Sam cried out.. which was muffled against Frodo's rod and sucking, nearly 
choking on juices momentarily. He exploded, his hot and sticky seed pouring 
deep into the back of Frodo's throat, another few quick bucks of his hips. A suck 
of Frodo's member.. hands rubbing at the rear end of his darling, squeezing 
tightly.     
 
     Frodo could barely swallow it all, a bit of the hot seed squirting out and 
running down his chin. It coated his throat, and made quite a wild sensation as 
his head slid up and down as fast as he could. His jaw ached, his hands 
massaged Sam's sac. He swallowed all of the juices he could, his head having 
been moving so fast. Soon he broke his head and hands away, panting, 
coughing a bit. 
 
     Sam continued his violent suckling, hands palming Frodo's rear. Hips bucked 
as he slid in and out of Sam's mouth. Being the virgin to it all, he barely lasted 
past Sam! With a sharp piercing cry, the curly haired hobbit squealed with 
delight.. and exploded within Sam's hot mouth. Sam of course gulped it all down, 
refusing to spill even one drop. And when Frodo died down from his orgasm, 
Sam continually licked the softening rod of his love, until Frodo rolled off. Laying 
beside him weakly, Sam decided to be the one to move, and crawled to the 
smaller hobbit, his thick arms wrapping around his torso. Nose nuzzled into his, 
furry and sweaty chests rubbing against one another. A few tattered kisses were 
exchanged as they sat in utter bliss. Frodo curled his legs around Sam. " ..I 
simply adore you, my beloved gardener. 
 
     And right at this moment, the creature had awoken from his peaceful slumber. 
Hearing the panting and moaning had roused him. Crawling over through the 
brushes, making sure to avoid the lights, his wide yellow eyes gleamed, thin 
fingers interlocking with a shocked expression. " Hobbitssses..? "