Title: Hungry
Author: Hyel, bitchypochi@yahoo.com
Pairing: Merry/Frodo/Pippin
Rating: R
Summary: The Ring left a hollow that must be filled.
Disclaimer: Hobbits Tolkien's. He'd probably
disapprove.
Authors Note: This was a request fic, the collective
fault of Dana and Janette Le Fay.


'It is gone forever,' he said, 'and now all is cold
and empty.'
    But the fit passed, and when Sam got back on the
twenty-fifth, Frodo had recovered, and he said nothing
about himself. In the meanwhile Bag End had been set
in order, and Merry and Pippin came over from
Crickhollow bringing back all the old furniture and
gear, so that the old hole soon looked very much as it
always had done.
- The Return of the King, Chapter IX - The Grey Havens


Merry's hands on his waist, strong and sure. Familiar.
Fingers tight against the flesh, sweat squeezed in
between. The brush of lips against the back of his
neck - he sighs and arches back against him, and feels
the tickle of curls on his shoulder. 

Pippin's mouth on his neck, and then one slender hand
lifting his chin up, while teeth nibble at a
vulnerable jugular. Another hand snaking behind his
thigh, pulling his leg up slightly as Merry's hands
slip lower.

His breath coming in so fully, so deeply, the air
tingling through his body. 

So. Good.

And the rope - around his wrists - the strain on his
arms, as he is pulled slightly lower by four hands. He
mewls, because he wants to pull Pippin's face closer
when he kisses him, bring him tight against his lips
for some form of fulfillment. But the hand stays at
his neck, holding him back, just a touch further than
he'd want to be. Some part of him knows this is what
makes it so good; that it is just beyond reach.

He feels the metal chain, cool against his skin, and
the white stone caught between his chest and Pippin's.

He cries out, his body jerking, as Merry thrusts up. 

He wakes up hours later, the horizon outside growing
light, though he cannot see it. He knows he's only
slept a little. He pulls himself from the tangle of
cousins, eliciting little more than sleepy sighs from
them, and pulls on a robe. He makes his way through
the boxes and haphazardly placed furniture, still
waiting for another day of cleaning and moving, and
goes into the garden. 

He pumps up water for a bath. The birds are still
quiet, waiting for the sun. The night is warm, and he
decides he doesn't feel like pulling out the tub and
making enough noise to wake Merry and Pippin. He
glances down the road, and towards the New Row, at the
dark windows. Hobbiton is quiet. He slips out of his
robe, and splashes the icy water over himself, washing
off the clinging sticky sweat, and other things. He
puts down the bucket, then, and shivers.

He can feel the hunger again. He is not aware that he
plays with the chain around his neck as his gaze is
drawn once again towards New Row. He wishes Sam was
with him.

He doesn't feel it so when Sam is with him. 

He goes back into the bedroom, and wakes his cousins
up. They don't speak, but somehow they understand. And
they're young and eager and strong and they're almost
enough to fill him up.

Almost.


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--Hyel 

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