Title: Ebony Curls

Author: Romy Brandybuck

E-mail: Hobbitmistress@books-of-bag-end.net

Pairing: Frodo/Sam

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not Mine!  Never where mine!!  Never will be mine!!!  Dammit!

Warning: Kinky!Frodo

Summary: A naughty little PWP, in which we discover the nature of Good Pain.


It had been a month since Frodo and Sam had declared themselves to each other, 
and in that time Sam had learned a great deal about his master that he would 
never have thought possible, mostly concerning how he liked to be treated in bed.

Sam had been shocked to discover that once the bedroom door closed, Frodo's 
usual quiet demeanour seemed to vanish in a mere instant; indeed it seemed to 
Sam that Frodo more than made up for his days of quiet repose within three minutes 
of his body touching the mattress. The Frodo who was now upon the bed with him was 
not the Frodo who spent days holed up in the study of Bag End, he was a fiery, 
passionate Frodo.

Of course Sam knew by now what Frodo wanted when he guided Sam's hand up to the 
nape of his neck as they knelt in front of each other on the bed, bodies pressed 
tightly together.  He wound his fingers through the ebony curls and pulled, hard, 
making Frodo growl his name lustily and squirm against him.  Sam had found it strange 
at first, that Frodo could find pleasure in this almost violent action, but Frodo had 
assured him that not only did it not hurt, it was in fact very much pleasurable.  

This was very much evident in Frodo's pleas for Sam to tug at his hair again, which 
Sam did; this time holding Frodo's head back and lowering his mouth to Frodo's neck 
to caress the skin there with his lips, the action evoking a memory in Sam's mind as 
Frodo moaned out those inevitable words.

"Oh Sam, ahhh…….bite me!"

This too had caused Sam considerable shock when first requested, but he soon found 
that this action alone could reduce Frodo to a mass of quivering, pleading Hobbit.  
He kissed Frodo's neck a few more times and then clenched his teeth and bit roughly.

"Oh yes…Oh Sam".

Frodo collapsed backwards onto the bed taking Sam with him so he was sprawled on 
top of Frodo as he writhed madly beneath him.  Sam caught hold of his wrists and 
held them fast, leaning down to plunder Frodo's mouth with his tongue as Frodo thrust 
himself upward toward Sam, wrapping his legs about Sam's waist and pulling him tight 
against his body.

Sam knew Frodo wouldn't last much longer, something in the intensity of the moans 
that flew into the kiss and Frodo's urgent movements betrayed the fact that he was 
close to the edge.  Sam slowed a little, holding Frodo tight and pulling himself away 
slightly.  Frodo opened his eyes and looked at Sam with a pleading look.

Sam groaned, there was no way he could ever stand to see those stormy blue eyes and 
not give Frodo his way, releasing Frodo's hands he reached to Frodo's head and clutched 
at his curls again.  Fire flickered beneath those sapphire eyes for a moment, burning 
hunger revealed perfectly to Sam as his hand gripped Frodo's curls and looked down at 
Frodo.  His breathing was sharp and his lips parted slightly, tinged purple from rough 
kisses.  

The moment was completely silent, their eyes met and held; this was the part Sam liked 
the best, the need in Frodo's eyes, the wanting.  Stillness stretched around them like 
the calmest ocean, waiting for the wind to turn it to a raging torrent that could destroy 
all in its wake.

"Sam" Frodo breathed, his chest rising and falling quickly and his arms around Sam's 
shoulders.  He closed his eyes; and made a small movement that to anyone else would have 
looked accidental but Sam knew was very much deliberate.  Unspoken.  Now.

Sam leaned down again and brushed his lips against Frodo's lightly, like the touch of a 
feather, the calm before the storm.  Frodo whimpered, perhaps feeling the tightening 
of Sam's muscles just before Sam tugged on his curls at the very same moment as his 
thrust his hips against him, tearing a loud cry from Frodo's throat.

Frodo's legs locked tight about Sam, and he thrust upward recklessly as Sam held his 
head back and scattered bites along his neck and shoulder, each one hard enough to 
cause a burning sensation, but not enough to mar the skin.  With one last 
cry, his body tensed completely and he came, his seed spilling between their bodies.  
A few more thrusts and Sam followed, murmuring words of love into his ear and releasing 
his vice like grip on Frodo's hair.

Sated, Frodo sighed happily as Sam moved to lie beside him and he curled himself into 
Sam's side, one hand going up to his neck as he felt a twinge there.  A small sore spot, 
it felt tender under his fingers and he smiled, he liked it when Sam got carried 
away - that was after all what Frodo wanted.