Title:Twisted Author: Kolywoble Email at deewhite86@hotmail.com Pairing: Frodo/Sam Rating: NC-17 Summary: Takes place after Sam thinks that Shelob has killed Frodo. Sam takes the ring and becomes corrupted by it. He finds Frodo in the Tower of Cirith Ungol. The ring twists his true feeling for Frodo into something dark and menacing. Disclaimer: These characters belong to Tolkien I just take them out and play with them from time to time. Warnings: Slash, Rape, Character Death, Murder and suicide. Archive: Be my guest. Just let me know where it is. Feedback: This is my very first fanfic so I would love feedback. Authors Note: This is a very dark fic and will not be to the liking of many. I just needed to get it out of my system. Now that it has been exorcised I hope to tackle something with a bit more dignity. Then again I enjoyed it so much I might just do it again. Sam looked at the hint of gold showing through the clutched fingers of his hand. He felt as if all the light had gone out of his world. Frodo lay lifeless before him in the darkness his lifeblood replaced by the poison of Shelob’s sting. Gold. So bright, so heavy and so precious. It lay in Sam’s hand the cause of all his heartache and as Sam looked and wondered at the futility of it all. The ring slowly gripped his soul pulling him down into darkness full of hate and fury. He placed the ring on its elven necklace around his neck. The old Sam ceased to exist. It seemed like forever as Sam wandered through tunnels and doorways. Finding himself in a large tower Sam followed the stairs up. As Sam neared the top he could hear low sobbing. It was coming from a door to his right. As Sam turned the handle of the door the sobbing stopped. How long had Sam longed for Frodo? The question was lost in the vision before Sam’s eyes. Frodo naked and bleeding, his skin mottled and marked, chained by his leg in the corner. Frodo looked up and joy lit up his eyes as he saw Sam come through the door. “Oh Sam! Please help me.” Frodo pleaded. Sam just stood there. “Sam?” Frodo asked softly. Sam smiled then, but it was not his usual cheery smile. This smile was different. It was grotesque and twisted. Behind those dead black eyes a voice inside Sam’s head echoed “You can have him if you want. Go and claim him.” Sam started to move then. Frodo realised this was no longer his Sam and started screaming. Crossing the floor Sam raised his hand then brought it down hard across that tender face. Soft almost silent whimpering “No! Please Sam, No!” could be heard. It was soon silenced by another resounding slap. His face red and stinging, those big blue eyes looking at Sam, pleading. Sam reached out, running his thumb across blood stained lips, swollen and tender. Oh how he wanted those lips. He leaned down and pulled Frodo in. The kiss surprised Frodo and he pulled back in fear. Sam was not to be denied. He grabbed Frodo by the hair burying his fingers deep in the luscious curls yanking his head backwards. Sam kissed him then his lips smashing onto Frodo’s mouth his tongue probing and tasting. Frodo tried to push Sam away hitting him with his fists. Sam broke off the kiss and with his free hand punched him in the stomach. Frodo doubled over gasping for breath. Sam didn’t give him time to recover. Releasing his grip on Frodo’s hair he kicked him over onto his back. Frodo screamed out for Sam to stop but Sam did not stop. Sam straddled Frodo across the hips his desire cruel and hard pressing into Frodo’s bruised stomach. Frodo began begging, “Please Sam, my lovely Sam don’t do this, please”. For this he received a blow to the jaw. The begging gave way to crying, tears streaming down Frodo’s face. Blood oozed from the corner of his busted lip. Sam licked at the blood then he kissed Frodo again. This time Frodo’s mouth tasted sweet and coppery. Sam’s kiss was hard and full of lust. It sucked the air out of Frodo’s lungs. Sam broke off the kiss and started licking off the blood that was smeared all around Frodo’s mouth continuing on down Frodo’s neck feeling his pulse beating rapidly under the soft skin. He bit at Frodo’s nipples relishing in the taste of them. Instinctively Frodo’s hands came up to push Sam away. Before he could do anything Sam grabbed them and pinned one under each of his knees. He continued biting at Frodo’s delicate skin drawing blood in little rosettes. He then licked it off like a hungry dog. Frodo’s silent crying became screams of “No! Sam, stop it. Please stop.” Soon Frodo’s chest was wet with blood. Frodo’s screams subsided into low painful moans. Sam stopped biting and stood up rubbing the front of his pants his need bulging and straining to be released. Frodo tried to scuttle away but the chain on his leg didn’t let him get too far. Sam stood still, eyeing his bloodstained prize. Then slowly took off his pants. Those eyes big and blue, tears flowing pleaded with Sam. Sam removed his shirt, the ring thumped against his chest. It felt so heavy like a lead weight. Frodo’s eyes flicked from Sam’s face downward to the band of gold. “Sam, this is not you. Can’t you see that! It’s the ring. Please Sam come back to me. Help me”. Something evil flickered in those dead black eyes. All of Frodo’s hope was lost. Sam reached down grabbing Frodo’s leg dragging him across the stone floor on his back. He desperately kicked out with what little strength he had left. Sam caught his legs forcing them back so that Frodo’s knees were pushed back into his chest. Sam positioned himself between Frodo’s thighs pushing his legs apart. Hands flailing Frodo pleaded. “Please Sam, No I love you! Please stop. I beg of you. I love you! Sam! Sam!” A hand clamped over his mouth stifling his pleas. A shattered scream echoed around the chamber as Sam entered Frodo. A hot fire burned inside of Frodo. Sharp searing pain as Sam slammed into him again and again. Frodo’s fingers scrabbled at Sam’s chest. The hand on Frodo’s mouth slipped down to clasp his throat closing tighter and tighter as Sam came closer to full release. Soon all Frodo could do was gasp for air. As the darkness descended on Frodo he reached for Sam’s face and gasped with his dying breath “I love you Sam!” His hand fell short dropping down, one finger catching in the chain around Sam’s neck and breaking it. Sam exploded into Frodo’s body as the ring fell down landing on Frodo’s lifeless chest. Sam collapsed unconscious and fell sideways onto the cold hard floor. It seemed like forever before the fog lifted from his eyes. The rings evil power dissipated. A long mournful wail broke the silence as dark memories break into his consciousness. He sees Frodo laying there silent his chest still and he remembers. Remembers what he has done. Reaching out tentatively he embraces the cold flesh placing delicate kisses on the pale brow. His tears drop down and wash Frodo’s face clean. He places frodo gently onto the floor then goes to his discarded clothes and pulls out a dagger. He then kneels beside Frodo, bends down and kisses Frodo on the lips. Only this time his kiss is full of love and tenderness. He then whispers sadly into Frodo’s ear “It was not supposed to happen like this. Everything is twisted. I am so sorry. I love you Frodo!” He then places the dagger to his throat, takes a deep breath and stabs it in. His own Blood, hot and sticky is the last sensation he feels as the world fades away. THE END.