Title: For the love of a Took (1/5) Author: Xenobia (xarachnia@hotmail.com) Pairing(s): Merry/Pippin Rating: PG Summary: When did Merry and Pippin discover their true feelings for each other? During a party, of course! Set in the years after the Ring War, before Frodo leaves for Valinor. Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. My stories are for entertainment purposes only, and I make no money from them. Warning: Incest “For the love of a Took” Part 1 “Sing us a song, Gimli! Let’s hear it!” Laughed Pippin. The rough face of the dwarf was bright pink, and he harrumphed as he finally stood up and complied with their demands. The song instantly gained Pippin’s approval. It was witty, funny and altogether filled with drunken silliness. Everyone was caught up in it, even the normally stoic Legolas. The young Took couldn’t stop the frantic giggles that overcame him at the sight of the tall elf ensnared in the chandelier by his hair. Merry and Pearl made the situation worse in their attempts to help Legolas, and Gimli was positively roaring with laughter. It was probably fortunate for Legolas that Frodo wasn’t as far into his cups as the rest of them. The ring bearer proved to be the elf’s salvation as he pulled up a chair and untangled the flaxen mane from the light fixture. Merry shook his head to clear it, deciding he shouldn’t push it by drinking too many more draughts of the strong, dwarven brew. He watched Pippin in fond amusement as the irrepressible young hobbit set the entire group of friends into helpless peals of laughter, again and again. His laughter alone was enough to make anyone happy. The youngest Took met Merry’s warm gaze, and it seemed that the brown eyes sobered for just an instant. Merry was suddenly taken aback by the unrestrained admiration and love in those bright, impish eyes. Was it the drink, or was it that warm, sweet gaze that made his body flush with pleasure? As the evening wore on, Pippin and Merry continuously migrated closer to one another, until it was nearly impossible to decide where the Brandybuck left off and the Took began. Merry draped his arm around Pippin’s shoulder as Frodo slurred a song written by old Bilbo. “He’s going to pass out before this one’s through, I’ll bet.” Merry whispered conspiretively to Pippin. Pippin whispered back, “So will Legolas...look at how shnockered he is!” The young Took’s lips brushed against Merry’s earlobe as he spoke, making him shiver. Indeed, it seemed to be a tie as to who was worse off; Frodo or Legolas. The ring bearer’s blue eyes were dilated so much that they almost appeared black, and the elf was humming off-tune to Frodo’s song, swaying from side to side with a stupefied grin on his fair face. Feeling something wicked come over him, Merry looked at Pippin and said, “Care to place a wager, dear cousin?” Unfazed, Pippin took a deep swallow of his brew and shivered at its potency. “What’ll we wager?” Merry thought about this for a moment. “A kiss, for starters.” Pippin looked around. “A kiss? Who with? Pearl’s the only woman here, and she’s my sister!” Merry lifted his eyebrows twice, in rapid succession, and Pippin caught on. “Oh...oh!” The Took gasped, his mouth rounded in surprise. “You and I?” Merry shrugged. “Just to see what it’s like. Of course, if you’re afraid...” He grinned quietly as Peregrin sputtered, “I’m not afraid! You’ve got a wager! Unless...unless * You’re * afraid.” “Why would I make the bet if I was afraid? All right...if Frodo passes out first, I get to kiss you. If Legolas passes out first, you get to kiss me. Sound fair?” Pippin tilted his head and furrowed his brow. Something wasn’t right about that bet, but the Took was so tipsy that he couldn’t figure out what it was. “What if they both pass out at the same time?” He questioned, thinking he had found the loophole in Merry’s bet. The Brandybuck didn’t miss a beat. “Well, then we get to kiss each other.” “But...wasn’t that what the winner was going to do in the first place?” Pippin asked in confusion. A heavy thump and a snore that nearly shook the windows signaled Gimli’s demise. Pearl gave a sharp giggle, then nearly fell over, herself. Frodo reached an arm out to steady her, and missed a line of the song he was singing in the process. Legolas blinked. “I thought that line was “Down from th’ door where’t began, Fro- * hiccup* Fro- * hiccup * Frodo...” Frodo looked at Legolas with a dazed, open-mouthed stare as Pearl silently rolled into the ring bearer’s lap. He grinned foolishly, and the elf did the same. “Moment of truth,” Mumbled Merry. He and Pippin watched expectantly as both the Hobbit and the Elf swayed. “I do believe... * HICCUP*...that I’m shnockered,” Legolas commented. Frodo began to nod in agreement, but his head only moved once, and he fell back against the lounge with his chin resting on his neck. At the same time, Legolas closed his eyes and fell over, onto his right side. Merry and Pippin burst into laughter. “Well, pay up, my lad!” Merry said with a teasing grin. “Now, wait a minute!” Pippin protested as Merry began to lean towards him with his lips puckered, “Frodo passed out, too! Who kisses who?” Merry chuckled, feeling more than the liquor warming his insides. Bless Pippin and his innocent befuddlement! What was before simple curiosity became a burning need for the Brandybuck. His feelings for his bright, cheerful cousin were far deeper than he had originally thought, and he felt he had to know the touch of those smiling, mischievous lips...if only once. There would be plenty of time to regret it in the morning...if either one of them remembered it, tomorrow. “Oh, just be quiet, Pip,” Merry said a little breathlessly, and he cupped the back of his cousin’s head and pulled his lips against his own. Pippin went rigid with shock as Merry’s clever, confident mouth moved against his. Okay...this was a bit...different. And then, he relaxed as he discovered that Merry was a very nice kisser. He was actually quite attractive, too. Pippin began to think that Meriadoc should win an award, as Merry’s tongue gently and slowly traced his lips. Before he realized what he was doing, the Took brought his body closer to Merry’s and put his arms around him. Somebody whimpered, and it took him a second to realize that the sound came from his own throat. He parted his lips and welcomed the intrusion of Merry’s probing tongue, trembling with feelings he didn’t know existed as it tickled the roof of his mouth and massaged his own tongue. Neither of them had any idea how long the kiss lasted, but when they ended it, Pippin was half on top of Merry, with his leg pressed between his thighs. “Merry? Is that supposed to happen?” He asked in wonderment. The Brandybuck’s hazel eyes were dark with passion, and some other emotion. “I think in our case, it is.” He answered softly, caressing Pippin’s cheek. Pippin sighed and lay his cheek against Merry’s stomach, letting the new sensations and the buzz from the dwarven ale whisk him away into dreamland. For a long time, Merry gently stroked Pip’s brown locks and stared at the ceiling, wondering why it had taken him so long to identify his feelings for what they truly were. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and drifted off, as well. -To be continued Title: For the love of a Took (2/5) Author: Xenobia (xarachnia@hotmail.com) Pairing: Merry/Pippin Rating: PG Summary: Merry and Pippin decide to take a holiday together, to explore their feelings more privately. Disclaimer: Not my characters, just my story. I don't make any profit from this. Warning: Incest “For the love of a Took” Part 2 “Merry, can we talk about what happened last night?” Pippin said shyly. Everyone was still recovering from the evening before, and the two of them were outside, filling the cooking pot with water. “Move the pot a little closer, Pip.” Merry said. The brown-haired hobbit complied, and the Brandybuck began to pump water into it from the well. “Now, what did you say?” “I said, I want to talk about last night. You know...about what happened between us.” Pippin’s cheeks turned rosy...a rare thing for the irrepressible young hobbit. Merry frowned and tried to piece together the events of last evening. What happened between them? He was acutely aware of Pippin’s brown eyes looking at him expectantly as he tried to figure out what the younger hobbit was talking about. Merry remembered the songs, and the dancing...he thought he recalled some sort of a bet. Did he and Pip get into an argument? The way Peregrin was now pursing his lips impatiently and tapping his foot, the possibility didn’t seem far-fetched. “You kissed me, Meriadoc!” Pippin finally said in exasperation. Merry stopped pumping the water and stared at Pippin as if he had hit him over the head. “Say again?” Pippin whispered, “You don’t remember, do you? You don’t really feel those things for me at all...it was just the drink!” It all rushed back to Merry then. The cuddles. The warmth he felt when Pippin smiled at him. The wager, and finally, that beautiful kiss. He thought he had dreamed the whole thing! “Pippin, wait!” He cried as his cousin turned and started walking away. Merry caught up to him before he reached the door of the burrow. He grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to turn around. Merry felt a distinctive stab in his chest when Peregrin’s wounded gaze met his. “Pippin...I thought that part of the evening was a dream. I’m rather shocked that even drunk, I found the courage to do that!” Merry tried to explain. Peregrin’s ire rose further. “Courage? What about me, Merry? I was fine, until you did that, and now I think I’m going mad! Why did you have to kiss me like that? Is it some sort of game to you, to play with my feelings?” The young Took’s eyes were beginning to tear up, and he opened his mouth to ramble more complaints. Unable to resist his own emotions and Pippin’s sweet, sad face, Merry cut off the younger hobbit’s next string of oaths by pulling Pip against him and crushing his mouth against his. Pippin’s arms waved feebly for a minute as his brain realized what was happening. Then, he sort of turned to mush in Merry’s arms and draped his arms around the older hobbit’s neck. He reached up and fondled Merry’s ears with his fingers, and whimpered against his mouth. Merry deepened the kiss, holding Pippin tighter against him, and the Took felt what could only be Merry’s erection pressing against his leg. They would have liked to go on kissing like that all morning, in plain sight, without a care in the world. It was Merry who finally gathered enough sense to break the kiss and pull away. Pippin stared up at him with a dazed expression. His lips were swollen and inviting. Merry grit his teeth and caressed the tempting mouth briefly with his fingertips. “We’d better not be doing that out here,” He said. Pippin nodded in disappointed agreement. There would be quite the uproar if anyone happened to walk by and see them lip-locked like that. As they went back to filling the pot with water, Pippin said, "Think we can go away for a few days? Just the two of us?” He felt his cheeks warm as Merry looked at him inquiringly. “I...I would very much like some privacy,” He explained, “Away from everyone else.” Merry couldn’t stop the grin that pulled at his lips. “Do you mean, you want to explore this new development further?” Though his tone was teasing, his heartbeat quickened at the thought of kissing Pippin as often as he’d like. Without having to worry about prying eyes. Peregrin lowered his gaze and began tracing figures in the dirt with his big toe. “Well, yes,” He whispered. It was all Merry could do not to grab him again. “I’m not sure where we should go, however.” Meriadoc finished filling the pot with water, and he leaned against the pump thoughtfully. “Well, Green Hill County is fairly secluded...they’ve got rental burrows there for folks who like to go on holiday in a quiet spot. Does that sound good?” Pippin nodded so empathetically that it was a wonder he didn’t get whiplash. “That’s perfect! Do you think Frodo will be alright alone for a few days?” He frowned with worry at the thought. What if the ring bearer came down with that strange illness while they were away? Now that he thought of it, this was October. It was around some time during this month that poor Frodo usually fell ill. “Why not have your sister stay with him while we’re gone?” Suggested Merry. “She’s good at taking care of people, even if she doesn’t want children. Besides, I think they fancy each other.” Pippin giggled. “I think you’re right. He put his arm around her last night, you know.” Merry looked surprised. “Really?” “You were right there when they did it! You said Frodo needs a good shagging! I remember it distinctly!” Merry had the good grace to blush. “My, my...I don’t recall any of that.” Pippin narrowed his eyes. “No drink for you when we go on this trip, Meriadoc. I want you to remember what happens, this time!” Merry gave his cousin a wicked grin. “Oh, so do I, Pip. So do I.” Pippin’s eyebrows shot into his hair and he stood there uncertainly for a moment. “Are you going to help me with this?” Merry questioned as he grasped the handle of the cauldron pot. “It’s quite heavy, now that it’s full of water.” Pippin snapped himself out of it and grabbed hold of the other side of the handle. They carried the water into the kitchen, where Pearl was unsteadily readying things. She looked positively green. “Pearl, Merry and I are going to go away for a couple of days...or three. Would you stay here and look after the place...and Frodo?” Pippin said to her. She shrugged, too hungover to ask where they were going. “That’s fine, Pip. It will give me time away from Mama’s incessant nagging.” She was clearly grouchy and in pain. Legolas entered the kitchen, looking splendidly beautiful and unaffected by his drinking binge from the night before. Pearl scowled at him, and he smiled and shrugged as if in apology. “Why don’t you go and rest with Master Frodo, Milady?” The elf suggested. “I can make breakfast.” Pearl melted at the considerate offer and thanked him. “We’ll help you, Legolas,” Offered Merry. The elf shook his head. “No need, dear friends. It seems I am the only one who isn’t suffering from drinking trauma.” He grinned as they scowled as deeply as Pearl had. “Just relax and doctor your aches.” Pippin shrugged at Merry, and then they both left the kitchen and made their way into the lounge. Gimli was still asleep on the floor, snoring away. Frodo had tried to cushion his head with a pillow, but the dwarf apparently thought it made a better teddy bear, for he had it clutched to his chest, and a happy grin showed through his beard. The hobbits shared a smirk between each other as Gimli smacked his lips and rolled over onto his other side. The snores subsided for the time being. “Should we wake him?” Asked Frodo quietly. Pearl shook her head, and then winced and wished by all the Shire she hadn’t done that. “No, let’s let him sleep until breakfast is cooked. ~ *******~ The next day, Legolas and Gimli departed for Bree. Once the pair was gone, Merry turned to Frodo and patted the bag slung over his shoulder. “Well, I suppose Pippin and I shall be off as well.” The ring bearer lifted an eyebrow. “Off to where?” Merry shared a look with Pippin. The same thought passed between them. * It’s best that they don’t know the truth, for now. * “Oh, to Green Hill Country. We’ve got some business over there.” Frodo crossed his arms over his chest and fixed them both with a suspicious blue glare. “What are you two up to, now? Why didn’t you travel with Legolas and Gimli?” Merry opened and closed his mouth, trying to think of something to say. It was Pippin that saved the day. “They aren’t going there. They are stopping off at Bree, and then heading North,” The Took said with a shrug. *Nice one, Pip * Thought Merry in relief. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable under that steady, sapphire gaze of Frodo’s. He forced a laugh, trying to make it sound natural. “Relax, my good hobbit! You’ll have the hole all to yourself for three days...with the exception of Pearl. She’ll be staying to keep you company while we’re gone.” Deciding to play a card of his own, he gave Frodo a wink and a meaningful look at Pearl, and he watched in amusement as the ring bearer’s fair cheeks turned pink. Pippin didn’t look up from checking the shodding on his walking stick, so he did not see the guilty look that Frodo flashed towards him. “Don’t worry, Frodo!” Said Merry with a squeeze to the ring bearer’s arm. “Pearl is an excellent cook, and she’s almost as much fun as Pippin!” The young Took heard his name and looked up vaguely. “Ay? Did you say something, Merry?” Merry gave Frodo a final, parting pat on the shoulder. “Let’s be off, Pip! The road waits for no Hobbit!” He whistled a tune as he started off, and Pippin quickly fell into step beside him. As they traveled West on the road to their destination, Merry’s lips became increasingly eager to pay another visit to Pippin’s. He kept looking at the younger hobbit out the corner of his eye as they walked, and finally, he could bear it no more. * Just one, quick kiss, * He thought, looking around. They were in a more wooded area of Buckland, and nobody was to be seen nearby. Merry grabbed Pippin by the shoulders and pulled the surprised Took to him for a heated kiss, and Pippin eagerly returned it. Just as Pippin’s fingers were twining into Merry’s hair, the Brandybuck heard a cart heading their way from up ahead. Alarm at being discovered in the compromising position made Meriadoc reckless, and he shoved Pippin away from him quickly. Peregrin was off-balance, and he fell unceremoniously into the bushes with a cry. Merry winced as a chunk of his hair was pulled out of his head as Pippin fell. He knew he was blushing profusely as Estella Bolger came into view, riding in a wagon with her Father. Merry tipped his wide-brimmed hat at them as they drove by, and he prodded Pippin with his walking stick as the Took let out a stream of oaths. Peregrin fell silent, and he remained hidden in the bushes as Estella waved to Merry. The young Took felt uncharacteristic jealousies boil up in him when the pretty Bolger favored Meriadoc with a brilliant smile and called out a greeting to him. Merry wished her and her Father a good morning, and kept his smile glued to his face until they were out of site. He nearly collapsed with relief once they were gone. “Well, I never!” Sputtered Pippin as he struggled to his feet. “You threw me into the bushes!” Merry winced. “I’m sorry, Pip. I got out of control and did not think about what I was doing. Forgive me?” Pippin brushed the grass off of his trousers and picked his hat up, ramming it down onto his head angrily. “You’d better stop yanking me around, Merry! I am not a toy, you know!” Merry blushed. “I know, Pippin. I should have controlled myself better. I just couldn’t wait to kiss you again. I promise I won’t do it again...at least until we’re safely tucked away, out of sight of everyone else.” Pippin’s face softened. “It’s alright, Merry. I suppose it’s a good thing that you heard them coming.” * Though, I wouldn’t mind another kiss, if it takes us too long to get to Green Hill Country, * He added silently. He grinned suddenly, finding the entire thing to be exciting and amusing at once. Merry grinned back. -To be continued Title: For the love of a Took (3/5) Author: Xenobia (xarachnia@hotmail.com) Pairing: Merry/Pippin Rating: NC-17 Summary: Pippin overcomes his shyness when they reach the burrow that he and Merry rented. Disclaimer: Tolkien's characters, my story. I don't make money from this. Warning: Incest “For the love of a Took” Part 3 ~* Warning: This chapter contains sex. :-) *~ “Well...here we are.” Merry said, closing and locking the door behind him. “Yes. It’s quite a nice place.., cozy.” said Pippin as he nervously paced the main room of the rental burrow. It wasn’t a large place. There was only one hallway, which lead to the privy and bedroom, and the lounge room itself was only half the size of the one in Brandy Hall. Still it had a cheerful fireplace, which had a decent size pile of logs next to it and was prepared to be lit. A woven rug graced the floor in front of it, and there was one couch and one cushiony chair. “It will get a bit nippy tonight,” Merry commented as he dug for his pipe and pouch. “I’ll light the fire once the sun goes down.” He wouldn’t be waiting for too long to do it, as it was late afternoon already. “Why not light it now?” Pippin said, rubbing his arms. “I’m chilled.” Merry gazed at him with a look that said he could easily warm him without the fire, and the Took gulped. "Let’s see what they’ve stocked the wine rack with!” Pippin said, and then he went into the kitchen. Merry leaned against the door and smiled as his cousin began to call out the various bottles he found in there. They would have to pay for anything they opened, but he didn’t mind. Pippin was nervous...he could tell. The young Took seemed to have completely forgotten the “No drinks” rule. Meriadoc chuckled quietly. Who would have ever thought that Pip would be shy? He was a bit fluttery in the belly himself. Of course, this would be their first time with each other, and neither of them had ever slept with another male, before. Merry could only hope that his reputation for being a good lover would proceed him, in this case. Pippin came back out from the kitchen holding two glasses of red wine. “I thought this year looked good. It’s from the old Winyards.” He handed Merry his glass, and before the Brandybuck could say a toast, Pippin tossed the whole glass back, hiccuping from drinking too much at once. As Merry stood staring at him, the Took wiped his mouth and said, “Right.” And then he nearly leaped into the older hobbit’s arms and pressed his lips against his. Merry was so surprised by the sudden move that he dropped his own wineglass. It shattered when it hit the floor, and he winced inwardly. * That’ll cost me a penny or two. * When Pippin’s tongue pushed passed his lips and fondled his, he forgot about the broken wineglass. Merry returned the kiss passionately, taking the lead again, now that his shock had worn off. He pressed his hands against Pippin’s back, drawing him closer so that their bodies pressed firmly against one another. Pippin whimpered and rubbed his palms over Merry’s shoulders, then down his chest and stomach. The Brandybuck growled softly and began to lower the younger hobbit to the floor. He came to his senses a second later. This was not the most romantic way to conduct a first time affair, thought Merry. “Wait a moment,” He said breathlessly. Pippin didn’t seem to hear him. The brown haired hobbit continued to kiss and lick Merry’s mouth, making his head spin. Once they had begun to kiss, Pippin didn’t want it to stop for anything...not even to light the fireplace. Merry kept trying to break away, murmuring something about cushioning, but Pippin stubbornly clung to him. He was desperate. He’d never felt such raw attraction before, and he felt as if the buttons of his trousers would pop right off from the strain of his arousal. “Easy, Pip,” panted Merry, struggling to remove the Took’s vest so that he could do some proper lovemaking. Pippin was making it difficult. Making those small whimpering sounds that drove Merry mad with lust, the younger hobbit undulated against him. Merry closed his eyes and moaned as Pippin’s hardness rubbed against his own erection. Pippin had pulled him on top of him and locked his legs around his waist, saying in no uncertain terms that Merry was going absolutely nowhere until the Took was good and ready to let him. Merry deftly undid Pippin’s pants and slid his hand beneath the waistline, and the younger hobbit’s brown eyes popped open as he curled his fingers around the hard length of his member. “Oh...Merry!” Cried Pippin. He thought he would die from the pleasure of that simple touch. He’d never been this aroused in his life! He stared up at the Brandybuck and admired his handsome features, gasping as Merry began to move his hand. Meriadoc had stronger features than most hobbits...more masculine. Probably why he had so many lasses drooling over him. His hazel eyes were dark with passion, and his lips were parted as he looked down at Pippin. “How’s that, love?” Merry said huskily as he stroked the younger hobbit. Pippin kissed him feverishly and lifted his hips in answer to the question. Barely able to hold his own patience, Merry began to remove Pippin’s clothes while distracting him with his hand. He found it to be easier, even with one hand, now that Pippin was concentrating on the pleasure of Merry’s touch. Pippin pulled Merry’s shirt open, not bothering with the buttons. The Brandybuck gasped as several of them flew in various directions. Did it run in the family for Tooks to tear their lover’s clothing off? He remembered finding Frodo’s ruined shirts several times in the past, and he was quite certain how they came to be that way. Pippin’s hot lips began to suck on Merry’s exposed chest, and he lost his train of thought. He could always get new buttons. Though his need for the younger hobbit was so intense that it was painful, Merry forced himself to stop fondling Pippin and murmur, “Let’s go to the bedroom, Pip. I’d rather our first time be in a bed, wouldn’t you?” Pippin reluctantly stopped his attack and nodded. He did not have the breath to say anything. Merry stood up and helped the younger hobbit to his feet, then took his hand and guided him down the hallway to the bedroom. Pippin barely gave him the chance to close the door before kissing him arduously. “Merry,” he whimpered frantically, his clever hands stroking the older hobbit’s chest and belly. Merry slowly herded Pippin to the bed, kissing him and nibbling his earlobes all the while. He removed Pippin’s shirt and dipped his mouth to the hollow of his throat, trying to take his time worshipping the smooth, beloved skin. He again fondled Pippin’s erection, smiling inwardly when he felt the sticky moisture coating the tip. Pippin’s breath hitched and became ragged, and his fingers scratched at Merry’s chest. Meriadoc coaxed Pippin to lay down on the bed, parting his thighs with his knee. He licked the younger hobbit’s tender, brown nipples, making his back arch. Pippin desperately began to claw at the fastenings on Merry’s trousers, wanting to make the other hobbit feel as wonderful as he did. He finally managed to get them open, and he reached in and mimicked Merry’s actions. Merry broke out in a sweat and moaned, kissing Pippin’s lips hungrily and thrusting himself in and out of the Took’s gripping hand. “I...I want to kiss it, Merry,” Pippin panted. The Brandybuck froze in shock, and Pippin used that to his advantage and rolled Merry over, reversing their positions. “Just don’t use your teeth,” said Meriadoc nervously as Pippin trailed small, wet kisses down his body. His tongue delved into his bellybutton, and Merry gasped at the erotic sensation it caused. Pippin pulled Merry’s trousers completely off, tossing them aimlessly before pushing the Brandybuck’s trembling thighs apart. “I won’t hurt you, Merry,” Pippin said when he noticed how taut his new lover was. Merry laughed breathlessly. “Sorry, Pip. I’m just a bit nerv-” He didn’t get to finish the sentence, for the rest of it became a sharp gasp as Pippin’s lips closed around the tip of his penis. He licked his lips and groaned as the Took demonstrated how talented he was with his mouth. The wet tongue circled the head of his organ, then began to lick up and down the length of it. Pippin placed soft, teasing kisses on the velvety skin of Merry’s penis as he licked it, and he was fascinated with how the older hobbit shivered and groaned as he tasted him. Merry’s fingers tangled into Pippin’s thick brown hair as the younger hobbit began to take the swollen organ into his sucking mouth. “Pippin,” he gasped, “My clever Pippin...you’re driving me mad!” Of course, this served to excite the young Took further, and he sucked harder on the hard organ, drawing it deeper into his mouth. Merry began to thrust his hips, pushing himself in and out of the tight suction. He panted Pippin’s name and made himself let go of the younger hobbit’s hair, out of fear that he would pull it too hard. Hearing Merry sounding so helplessly caught up in pleasure made Pippin’s own pleasure increase. “Pip...I’m...I’m going to...you’re gonna make me...” Merry rasped. Peregrin understood, but rather than stopping, he sucked harder, wanting to feel it happen. Merry tensed up and groaned, and his penis jerked hard in Pippin’s mouth, spilling hot, salty fluid in. It wasn’t as bad tasting as some of the girls he had been with claimed, and he swallowed quickly and moaned as his own organ spilled itself. When it was over, he crawled on top of Merry and rested his head on his heaving chest. Merry reached down with the intention of giving Pippin the same release he had just gotten, and was surprised to find that the Took’s penis and belly were already coated with thick, white fluid. “Pippin, did you...” He asked. Peregrin lifted his head and grinned at Merry. “I certainly did, Merry! I...I guess I got too excited when you had yours, and the next thing I knew I was doing it, too.” Merry laughed and stroked Pippin’s soft curls. “Next time, it’s my turn.” He said with a wicked glint in his eyes. Pippin shivered at the thought and kissed him. -To be continued Title: For the love of a Took (4/5) Author: Xenobia (xaracnnia@hotmail.com) Pairing: Merry/Pippin Rating: NC-17 Summary: Merry treats Pippin to a wine bath. Sillyness results, along with some unexpected ideas from the young Took. Disclaimer: Tolkien's characters, my story. I make no money from this. Warning: Incest “For the love of a Took” Part 4 Just in case you didn’t know this already, this short series is all about the little vacation that Merry and Pippin took (no pun intended) during “A gleaming Pearl”. In other words, this is about when the two of them got together, so expect a lot of sex. ;) The only plot is that they fall for each other. Period. Drip...drip...drip... Peregrin frowned and began to wake up. Was the roof leaking? He felt cool liquid dripping onto his stomach. He lazily opened his eyes to find out what the source of the splashing liquid was. To his surprise, he found Meriadoc straddling him. The Brandybuck had a bottle of wine in his hand, and he was carefully tilting it over Pippin’s prone body, letting small drops of it fall onto the younger hobbit’s torso. “Merry, what are you doing?” Pippin asked with a slight quiver of laughter in his voice. Merry lifted his eyebrows suggestively and grinned down at him. “Shhh...I’m trying to make a smiley face,” he whispered. His expression in the lamplight was both teasing and hungry as he gazed down at the Took. Pippin shivered and looked down at his exposed chest and belly. Crimson splotches of wine were splattered all over the place, and they certainly did not resemble any sort of face at all. “You are no artist, Merry,” he teased. Merry grinned and shrugged, setting the wine bottle aside on the nightstand. “No, I suppose you’re right. Be that as it may, it’s still fun to clean up my sorry attempt.” He lowered his head and began to lap the wine off of Pippin’s body with his warm, damp tongue. Pippin sprung to hardness immediately and gasped. His fingers combed into Merry’s light brown curls, and he shivered in delight as the older hobbit slowly licked the wine off of his skin. “Mmmm...Good bouquet. Excellent body,” commented Merry as he licked the last drop up. He gave Pippin a wicked grin, and the Took giggled. “I do believe I shall have another serving. What do you think, Pip?” Pippin squirmed a bit, feeling pressure building in his groin. Sweat broke out on his forehead. "I think that’s a wonderful idea, Merry,” he whispered. Goodness...what was the matter with his voice, all the sudden? Peregrin spoke his cousin’s name again and found that his voice still retained that odd, husky tone. What a strange phenomenon! He had no more time to wonder about it, for Merry had picked up the wine again and allowed more of the drink to splash onto Pippin’s body. This time, the Brandybuck coated Pippin’s nipples and filled his belly button with it. Pip gasped as Merry leaned over him and sucked the liquid off of the hard nubs of his nipples. He arched against Merry as the older hobbit lazily trailed his tongue down and delved it into Pip’s belly button to lap the wine that had pooled there. “Merry,” he sighed breathlessly. Grinning hugely, Meriadoc fully removed Pippin’s trousers (which were still undone from their earlier activities). He then slowly positioned the mouth of the wine bottle over Peregrin’s erect penis. Pippin stared at him with wide brown eyes and licked his lips. The older hobbit cupped his young lover’s genitals with one hand, and with the other, he tipped the bottle and allowed it to drip onto the satiny flesh of Peregrin’s hardness. Pippin jerked and moaned each time a drop struck his sensitive shaft, and he whimpered Merry’s name. “Easy, Pip...I’ve barely even begun yet,” murmured the Brandybuck huskily. Merry stared down at the youthful, flushed form laid out beneath him as he made Pippin’s thighs and genitals slick with wine. His breath came faster, and he wondered if he might end up climaxing with Pippin, just as the younger hobbit had done with him last night. The Took’s eyelids fluttered shut with pleasure, and he rotated his hips. By the Shire, Merry hadn’t even gotten to the best part of it yet, and already Pippin’s organ boasted drops of prefluid! Merry set the wine aside and stroked the younger hobbit’s hips and thighs as he lowered his mouth to the swollen, wine coated organ that beaconed him. He gave the velvety, heart shaped cap a gentle lick, circling it with his tongue. Pippin groaned helplessly and trembled all over. Growing bolder, Merry closed his lips over the tip and suckled it, while his fingertips grazed Pippin’s belly and sides in a teasing caress. “Meriadoc!” cried Pippin, thrusting his hips. Merry choked a bit then, for the Took had shoved himself deeply into the Brandybuck’s mouth when he bucked his hips, and Merry hadn’t been prepared for it. “Easy, love,” Meriadoc said, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his lover’s quivering shaft. He would certainly have to be more careful. Pippin was an unpredictable hobbit, and it wouldn’t do for Merry to ruin the romantic situation by retching all over him. “I’m sorry, Merry,” Pippin panted, “It just felt so good...” he trailed off and moaned as Merry took him deeply into his warm mouth and sucked. Meriadoc brought his mouth up and down Pippin’s length three times, and then he gripped the hard organ in his hands and moved his lips beneath it. Pippin whimpered and curled his toes as Merry’s cleaver tongue began to lap the remaining wine from his testicles, while his hand moved in sure, steady strokes over his penis. Pippin tossed his head back and forth and sobbed in ecstasy. His entire body began to tremble and tense up, and he pulled one of the pillows over his own face and bit into it as he orgasmed. Merry nuzzled Pip’s genitals softly as the younger hobbit’s penis tightened in his hand and ejaculated its warmth. He smiled and crawled up beside Pippin, removing the pillow from his lover’s face. “Are you alright, Pip?” he questioned. The deep, mischievous eyes of the younger hobbit seemed dazed as they turned to Merry. “That was...perfection,” Pippin panted. He pulled Merry’s head down so that he could kiss him passionately. “I want to try something with you, Merry,” he said, licking the older hobbit’s lips with the tip of his tongue. Merry groaned, feeling his unsated penis ache with need. “What’s that, love?” “I want to...to ride you. The way this one lass once did to me.” Merry’s jaw dropped. If Pippin was talking about what he thought he was talking about (and Merry, having experimented with a few women and tried different positions, was pretty sure Pippin was indeed talking about it), Merry thought he might faint. He hadn’t considered trying something like that...at least, not so soon. Just touching Pippin was pure paradise to the Brandybuck. If Pippin was serious about what he just said...oh, dear. “Merry? You haven’t said yes or no,” Pippin murmured with a pouting frown. He wondered if suggesting they do that had been a bad idea on his part. Merry shook himself out of his bewilderment and stroked Pippin’s cheek gently. “Pip...I’d love to do that with you, but don’t you think it might...hurt you? Do you realize where I would be entering you?” Pippin nodded. “I know, Merry. I still want to try it. If it hurts too bad, then we’ll know it’s not supposed to be done, won’t we?” Merry still couldn’t believe that Pippin was so willing to try. He thought he would burst with excitement from the mere thought of it. -To be continued Title: For the love of a Took (5/5) Author: Xenobia (xarachnia@hotmail.com) Pairing: Merry/Pippin Rating: NC-17 Summary: Pippin is too eager. Can Merry calm him down before they both get hurt? Disclaimer: Tolkien's characters, my story. I make no money from this. Warning: Incest “For the love of a Took” Part 5 They both undressed fully, and Pippin straddled Merry, literally sitting in his lap. “Wait, Pip!” Cried Merry as the younger hobbit gripped his erection. Too eager to try his idea to listen, Peregrin situated himself atop the older hobbit and started to lower his body onto Merry’s hardness. He yelped when the tip of the organ entered his unprepared opening. It burned...that wasn’t supposed to happen. Merry quickly grasped Pippin’s hips and forced him to raise himself back up, explaining, “Now Pip...when you’re with a lass, do you enter her right away, or do you make her ready for you?” Pippin blushed and lowered his eyes. “Oops,” he said as he realized his mistake, “I suppose it will be easier with some lubrication.” Merry grinned and wiped some of the younger hobbit’s slick ejaculation fluids off of Pippin’s belly. “Yes...this should be sufficient,” he said in a husky murmur as his hand reached between Pip’s legs and sought out his tight opening. Pippin stared down at him with hungry, impatient eyes as he smeared the wetness all over the spot. The Took gasped as Merry slid one finger in to cautiously feel around. “Does it hurt?” Meriadoc said in concern. He would stop if this caused any pain to Pippin. Peregrin furrowed his brow and examined the new sensation, then said, “It doesn’t hurt...well, not exactly. It...it’s a little uncomfortable, but it’s also rather nice.” Merry grasped Pippin’s penis with his other hand and gently began to fondle it while he moved his finger in and out of the narrow warmth. “Does this help?” he questioned softly, raising up slightly to kiss Pippin lingeringly. The younger hobbit made a sort of half-whimper, half moan and nodded, and Merry felt that it was safe to add a second finger to the penetration. “Easy, Pippin,” he whispered against the other’s mouth as he pushed two fingers in. Merry closed his eyes and tried to control himself. He had never dreamed of doing something like this with Pippin, and the younger hobbit’s tightness and heat promised indescribable pleasure. Pippin began to move his hips in synch with the thrusting of Merry’s fingers. He shuddered and gave a shaken cry as a little shock went through him. “Do that again,” he panted when Merry paused and gave him a concerned look. Meriadoc obeyed, sinking his fingers deeply into the Took’s gripping warmth. When his fingertips pushed against a small, hard area, Pippin gave another little gasp and rolled his eyes. “I must be doing something right,” said Merry huskily, with a smile. Pippin’s shaft was fully erect now, and the tip of it was moist with drops of clear fluid. “Merry...I want you inside of me now,” Pippin groaned, wrapping his fingers around the older hobbit’s cock. Meriadoc gave a little groan of pleasure as Pippin toyed with his erection. “I am inside of you, my lad,” he said breathlessly, giving a little thrust with his fingers. He grinned up at Pip as the other hobbit bit his lip and moaned. “You know what I mean,” Pippin said, kissing Merry deeply. He grabbed Merry’s wrist and forced his hand down so that his fingers came out of his body. “You might not be quite ready yet, lad,” said Merry cautiously, but Pippin ignored him and settled himself over Merry’s throbbing organ. “Oh Pippin,” gasped the Brandybuck as Pippin lowered himself down and took him inside. Pippin grimaced and hissed through his teeth, but he didn’t stop. He impaled himself fully on Merry, a small cry escaping him when the hard shaft pressed against that small spot inside of him. He was suddenly glad for the sensitive area, or the pain of the penetration might have been too much. He took a few deep breaths, putting his arms around Merry’s shoulders and resting his cheek on the older hobbit’s shoulder. “Does it hurt too badly, Pip?” asked Merry as his lover trembled. As wonderful as this felt, he didn’t want to be causing Pippin pain. “It’s getting better,” said Pippin, “I think I can manage.” Then, he began to gently rock against Merry, his fingers tangling into his hair. Merry groaned and cupped Pippin’s buttocks. “Ah...by the Shire, that’s good, Pip,” he panted. He kissed Pippin’s neck and chest and forced himself not to move his hips just yet. He wanted his new lover to find a rhythm that was most comfortable for him, before he started to thrust. The lines of pain smoothed away slowly from Pippin’s face as his body adjusted to it. He gave trembling little moans each time he slid onto Merry’s penis. “Oh yes...this is much better,” he panted, quickening his thrusts. Merry gave a soft growl in reply and began to thrust as well. Sweat covered their naked forms as they rocked together, and their curly hair was damp with it. “Pippin,” gasped Meriadoc, “I think I’m in love with you.” Peregrin nearly stopped moving with the surprise he felt at his cousin’s admission. He remembered to continue undulating his hips, and he reached a hand up to trace the contours of Merry’s beloved features. “I think I’ve always been in love with you, Merry,” he said huskily. He was caught between sexual pleasure and strong emotions. He hugged Merry tightly and began to move at an almost frantic pace, needing to release the torrent of feelings that were swelling within him. Merry cried out and met Pippin’s wild thrusts, his heart nearly bursting with love. *I don’t care if it’s wrong, * he thought, *this is the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced! * Unable to hold off any longer, he rasped Pippin’s name and climaxed. Pippin kissed him feverishly, and the younger hobbit’s penis bathed both their bellies with his seed. They remained in that position for several minutes, simply holding each other as they caught their breath. Both hobbits wondered at the fate that threw them together this way, but neither of them protested it. When they were both recovered, Pippin gingerly rose off of Merry’s lap, wincing at the soreness in his neither regions. “I suppose it will take some getting used to, before it doesn’t make me sore,” he said with a smile as Merry gave him a worried look. “Ah, but I think that we should reverse the roles, next time,” Merry suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows. Pippin laughed and kissed the older hobbit sensually, and he lay beside Merry and cuddled up to him. “You’ll get no objections from me,” he said. ~**************~ They hardly ate the entire time they were there...they simply couldn’t keep their hands off of one another long enough to think about anything else. Pippin came up with the idea of using honey in an erotic little game. While it certainly was fun, it was quite a bit messy, and they ended up needing baths to wash the sticky-ness from their bodies. Of course, they barely managed to bath, as their hands were exploring each other the moment they snuggled together in the tub. It was in there that they tried intercourse with Merry as the recipient, and while it was wonderful, they both preferred it the other way around. It was with great reluctance that they decided to leave a day early, for storm clouds were gathering in the Southwest, and they didn’t want to get caught in the rain while traveling. “I’m going to tell Pearl about us,” said Pippin decisively as they finished re-packing, “if anyone would understand, it would be her.” Merry paused in his movements and gave Pippin an uncertain look. “Are you sure, Pip? Pearl’s an open-minded lass, but I’m afraid she might try to strangle me, if you tell her about our new relationship. You are her baby brother, after all.” Pippin smiled and shrugged. “That’s true, but she loves you too, Merry. I don’t think she’d try to hurt you. I just can’t keep this a secret from her...it’s too important to me, and I’m closer to her than any of my other siblings. Do you understand?” Merry crossed the room and hugged him. “Of course, Pip. Whatever you want to do. I’ll follow your lead.” Pippin kissed him lingeringly, then whispered, “Thank you, Merry. I suppose we should get moving, before we end up in bed again.” He had become aroused quite quickly, and he could tell by the hard bulge in Merry’s trousers that the other hobbit was in the same condition. Merry swallowed and forced himself to step away from Pippin. “I think you’re right. Let’s get back to Brandy Hall and see what sort of mischief Frodo and Pearl have been up to while we were gone.” Pippin suddenly giggled. “In a way, it’s sort of a good thing we’re leaving early. We might take them by surprise and catch them kissing.” Merry shook his head at the Took’s naive ignorance. It was highly likely that if they walked in on Frodo and Pearl doing anything, it would be much more intimate than mere kissing. As funny as it would be to surprise them, he worried about how Pip would react to it. Pearl was a woman, therefore the rules were different for her. Peregrin considered himself well within his rights to protect her virtue as her brother, but he didn’t think it was her job to do the same for him. Meriadoc could only hope that Frodo and Pearl wouldn’t be doing something...compromising, when he and Pippin got home. ~**************~ -The End