I never knew daylight could be so violent

[burgling]

"I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air. I am he that can walk unseen. I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number. I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of the bag and no bag went over me. I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles. I am the Ringwinner and Luckweaver. I am the Barrel-rider."

Bilbo had been starting to find himself quite pleased with his riddles, as pleased as a Tookish hobbit can be when facing down a dragon of swirling gold eyes and dark red, blood like skin. His heart aches where it rests under the Ring. The whispering ring. The ring that catches the gaze of Smaug who smiles -- for all dragons can smile, though it is a rare occurrence -- and tilts his head on his pile of gold.

"I was to say that some of those don't sound so credible," he scoffs playfully. "But these last sound better. Don't let your imagination run away with you." No dragon can resist riddled talk, after all, but it is not riddles that Smaug wants now.

The Ring whispers to him and promises him more than any gold found in Erebor if he waits. If he breathes his magic like fire into the halfling's heart, there will be no way to stop him from having all the gold in Middle Earth from now until the end of all time.

And this is exactly what Smaug does, for one does not ignore a ring of power, not clever dragons at least who were there before their forging, and who sang their songs before such things could be known.

Bilbo sinks into himself, into the golden eye, slips between the hollow of the ring, and when the hobbit returns to the group of thirteen, he is no longer their lucky number. His eyes burn gold.

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[kinginexile]

Fili and Thorin stay with Kili until the bitter end. Fili does not let go of his hand once. They talk of their youth and of hopes and dreams and Kili tells his brother that he's scared... that he doesn't want to die, but they both know it's already too late.

When the time comes everyone knows when Kili has passed. Fili wails his brothers name over and over, begging him to wake up. Thorin stays for a little bit, but eventually it's too much even for him. He's still weak and shouldn't be moving about on his own, but he does. Retreating to some place private where he can grieve on his own. He weeps openly, loudly, he cries as he had not since the battle at Moria when he found Frerin's body among the dead.

He is so very sure his heart will never mend from this, even if he should be so terrible happy. Erebor is theirs again, Fili still lives. His people will have their rightful home back. Yet he cannot find it in himself to climb up out of the pit of despair he's fallen into.

[burgling]

And this is where Bilbo will shine. The Ring cloaks him and the night does as well when he slips under the tent like a good little hobbit and right into Thorin's arms. He is silent for as long as he can allow it, stroking hair and kissing away tears. Bilbo himself would never be this way with Thorin but the Ring can see what the dwarf king needs and so Bilbo performs as expected.

"Balin told me that when dwarves leave life they travel to the Hall of Waiting. He's with your grandfather. And your father. And his father and your brother. And all of your ancestors. This should be a celebration. You'll see him again, Thorin."

But Bilbo is not a dwarf. He will never meet again with his company. So live, Thorin. Live while you can have your hobbit with you.

[kinginexile]

Usually Thorin would try to hide such display of emotions, even from Bilbo, but right now with the halfling giving him exactly what he needs he can't be bothered to stop. No doubt Bilbo's shirt will be wet with tears by the end of it, if not a bit of snot as well.

Not very majestic or kingly at all.

Still, Thorin has grown quiet by the time Bilbo speaks. He's wept so much he's sure he won't be able to ever again, he merely sniffs here and there, blinking numbly as he holds onto the hobbit. He holds onto him as if life itself relies on it.

He can't even reply back, though Bilbo is mostly right. He does not feel that this is any time to celebrate, at least not his nephew's death.

[burgling]

But perhaps his crossing over might not be a celebration at the moment but they can will honour him. Poor Kili. Poor Kili dead at Bilbo's hands. Though it might be argued that Fili would be dead as well without Smaug's magics. Thorin ought to be grateful.

Bilbo kisses his forehead and presses Thorin to lay still.

"Rest, King Under the Mountain. Fili will need you tomorrow. And you must be well for all that is to come."

[kinginexile]

"Stay with me." Thorin finally speaks, voice a wreck. He'll curl fingers in Bilbo's shirt, needy. Oh you've got him on a tight leash already, see how much he needs the hobbit.

"Stay with me this night. Please." Just lay with him, he needed the company. In reality he should be with his remaining nephew, but there is something in him that would rather be with Bilbo. He cannot face responsibility right now.

[burgling]

Stay Bilbo does. In fact, Bilbo never leaves Thorin be, not even when Balin or Dwalin look like they might want a word with their King in private. There are many things that must be done. There are many dead to bury, though Kili will be taken to Erebor's catacombs. There are many celebrations to be had as well.

And the sheer amount of work to be done-- Fortifications, provisions, tidying-- A dragon doesn't move into your home for decades and not leave quite the mess to clean up after.

It's not proper for Thorin to do more than dictate, to oversee, and so Bilbo reminds him of this slowly and tells him that perhaps, they two, could catalog the treasures being wheelbarrowed into the antechambers. He needs to separate Thorin from his men.

[kinginexile]

The dwarf king is very grateful for the hobbit staying by his side. He's been a shoulder to lean on that he's needed. Far too much, but that's beside the point. No one brings it up, yet, but they've started to notice that Thorin and Bilbo are inseparable.

But Thorin is king, who are they to tell him who and what he can be with and when?

Thorin is hesitant at first to go near the gold, very much so, but with Bilbo's gentle goading, he concedes to it. So they start to catalog everything. The dwarf king gets frustrated, almost angry, if any but him and Bilbo step into the chamber without his permission. Even those who are his closest friends. Friends he's started to see less of, on his part anyway.

[burgling]

Bilbo is having a fantastic time. Gold doesn't bother him. Though Smaug might have seen nothing back, Bilbo's underlying preferences haven't changed. No matter what the spell on him at the moment. He teaches Thorin counting songs that hobbit children all learn and they make a game of their long hours together.

Little hobbit fingers are so very tired after a few days of this, and after he stands by the throne while Thorin hears reports of Erebor's great cleaning from the Men, the elves and the few dwarves that have lingered from the battle, Bilbo leans in against Thorin while the others watch and press his lips to the king's ears.

"It has been entirely too long since we've been together, Thorin. Tonight...would you allow me to touch you?"

[kinginexile]

Thorin lounges on his throne, he listens to each person in turn, man, elf and dwarf, but it's the hobbit that actually gets his true attention. The press of lips to his ear as he speaks has eyes looking to the side, his fingers tighten on the arm of his throne.

It has been sometime since they have been close, mostly due to his wounds and his recovery, and more to how busy they have all been with the restoration of Erebor. He sits up straighter, looks to those who are left and dismisses them, then looks to the halfling.

"We should not wait. Come." He has missed this, the few times they've touched, the one time they coupled. And now they could have actual privacy.

[burgling]

There's no need to even coerce the halfling into this. Bilbo wants Thorin. He's always wanted him, since he'd known what wanting could be like. The great hall of Erebor is cavernous, but there's no one here to see them. In the coming weeks, when the dwarves return, the upper niches will be filled and true privacy here will be impossible to get.

So why not have it while they can?

Bilbo, dressed simply in dwarven garb provided to him by Ori, about his size and shape already, climbs immediately onto the throne. Into Thorin's lap.

Oh...so dangerous. So... Incredibly blasphemous. His clever fingers start on the buckles keeping Thorin's stately tunic in place. "Come? I plan to. With you."

[kinginexile]

This is not what he'd meant at all, but when Bilbo climbs onto his lap and settles there, when deft fingers work at buckles, who is he to stop this? There is no one about to see them, no one will come in either as he's sent them all away.

Fingers adorned with rings take the hobbit's chin, tilt his face up and the dwarf king presses a kiss to lips he's not felt in much time. His other hand will settle on the small of Bilbo's back, keeping him close, but he wants him closer.

"I would hope so, I would not have you with any other." His voice dips into a jealous tone at the end.

[burgling]

The ton actually causes the halfling to shiver. "I would want to be with no other," he whispers against lips now swollen from the pressure of the kiss. "Don't let me go, Thorin." And he licks the corner of the king's mouth, hips pressing downward expectantly. "Don't ever let me go anywhere you don't go."

Sex is a powerful motivator. Bilbo had never realized it, a bit of a late bloomer, and hobbits have never really thought to do it. Their deceptions usually come with the offering of a nice pie first!

So Bilbo's fingers drop to the wide ancestral belt that Thorin wears and gives it quite the mighty tug to attempt to remove it. "I dare say what might happen to me otherwise."

[kinginexile]

Oh that does have a very satisfactory feeling settle in him, the way the hobbit shivers, his declaration of not desiring any others. His hands move now to settle on thighs, rubbing over them and up to Bilbo's hips.

"By order of this king, and request of a lover, you are not to leave my side. For no matter." He wanted Bilbo with him at all times, no matter what. He was his un-official confidant as it was, no doubt official soon enough. He dips his head down, nuzzles against a pointed ear and speaks, voice low as his hands shoo Bilbo's away to handle the buckle of his belt.

"You would not wish to displease your king, would you?"

[burgling]

Oh Thorin. You are not his king. Bilbo's smile is an answer to that particular sentiment, but the dwarf is allowed to falsely misinterpret it. He'll say no word otherwise as small fingers trail over the seam down the front of Thorin's trousers. "I aim to please you tonight," Bilbo replies, another kiss having come and gone. "And every night. Until you or life tires of me."

Go one, Thorin. Remember how very small and weak hobbits are. Remember that he will not be with you forever. That way, when he outlasts his kind, you'll be forever in his pocket.

And the Ring will seek out it's true master through you.

"But enough talk. I'd like to be out of these clothes."

[kinginexile]

He may not be, but he would like to be. Mayhaps one day Bilbo will consider him that, but for now he's fine with this.

Words, words have been something that have effected him the most as of late, even if he's not realized. Bilbo's mention of life tiring of him makes him realize his mortality, that his hobbit will not last as long as him. It makes his chest tighten and to try and ignore it he'll insist on a harsh kiss, teeth and tongues and just needing to remind himself that Bilbo is here. He's here with him and he's not leaving him.

He won't.

Thorin does however work to help Bilbo out of his clothes, at least his top for now, any bit of skin exposed he'll attack with his mouth, lavishing it, kissing, nipping, and beard scratching. If he consumes him completely like this than he will never grow older, he will never leave him.

Right?

[burgling]

In theory-- No, Thorin, even in theory, that won't work. But don't worry. Bilbo with be with you for a very, very long time. First, however, he needs to climb out of your lab. Let him. It's for a good cause. While he's shimming out of his trousers, you ought to do the same. He'll be back in a moment, spit slick hand already pressing and pushing against the dwarf's entirely too massive cock.

There will be some...trouble. But don't worry. Bilbo will heal. The Ring knows all of the best ways to relieve that sort of burn.

And the one he feels now? Well, Thorin can relieve that one himself.

[kinginexile]

Thorin does not relinquish his hobbit without some hesitation, watching him as he tugs off his trousers. He does not remove his, but he does get them undone, pulls himself out and gives a few languid strokes of the thick member. Bilbo takes over and Thorin cannot complain, loving the feel of the smaller hand on his cock.

The dwarf king will most certainly help relieve the burning Bilbo feels, as he feels it as well. Desire. A strong one that has him about to fuck the halfling on his own throne, there is no stronger desire than that, is there?

"You will be my undoing, Bilbo Baggins." Thorin murmurs, drawing him in for a kiss, saying words unknowing that it is so close to the truth that he couldn't hit it on head any harder. As hands fondle the halfling's backside he'll nudge along Bilbo's neck, kissing, suckling at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

"We have no slick..." He mutters, thick fingers spreading cheeks and teasing at the hobbit's hole.

[burgling]

Oh dear Thorin. Sweet Thorin. One heir down and one lover no longer himself. If Bilbo is in there at all, he must be weeping. "If I am your undoing, Oakenshield," he responds strangely, "then I will rebuild you better than before."

He strokes his hands through the dwarf's thick mane as they come nearly to a union both long for -- even if the reasonings couldn't be more different. Run Thorin. Run far and run long. There is nothing you can do here to save your hobbit.

"We have saliva. And we have medicines. I will be all right. I don't want to rush off and find something better."

[kinginexile]

If only Thorin could understand the words spoken to him as being an actual threat. Actual truth. He'll never see it coming, not even when Fili is taken care of next, no doubt. It will just be another tragedy in the line of Durin. But he's not thinking of nephews or Durins or anything important like that.

No. No he's thinking about how Bilbo's skin tastes salty as he licks it, that he smells sweet, always, even now living in Erebor. There is a part of him that should tell him this does not sound like his hobbit, that Bilbo would want to be more careful about this, that he wouldn't risk doing this here, but he can't be arsed to care. Part of him sees it, but another part doesn't care and is more than happy to ignore any bells going off that should be warning him.

"Then we shall make use of what we have. Here, open your mouth--" And be a good hobbit and suck on two thick dwarf fingers.

[burgling]

If there is anyone in Erebor that might make this look half debauched and equally as sexy, it's Bilbo. He still has that round, innocent face. He still has his age lines and his boyish smile. Putting all of these to use by having dwarfish fingers in his mouth is enticingly beautiful. And all for Thorin.

Long strands of silver saliva trail from tongue to fingers as Thorin removes his hand and uses those fingers to begin to open him. The hobbit makes small noises but does nothing to encourage Thorin to slow down.

He can take the anguish that will follow with the pleasure.

[kinginexile]

The dwarf king had been aroused already, but watching the hobbit take his fingers into his mouth and suck them was enough to have him hard. Hard and more than ready, but he has to be patient, just a little bit longer.

Fingers now slicked with spit press into the hobbit, one first, but he doesn't wait long before the second one follows. He thrusts them in, pressing in deep, wanting to get his hobbit worked up and stretched for him.

"I want to hear your voice echo through my kingdom, Bilbo." He murmurs into his ear.

[burgling]

Your kingdom. For how much longer?

Bilbo sighs with pleasure that borders on pain. They've done this once. Once and with a great deal of preparation. Bilbo had still found it awkward to walk and move around even so!

He wriggles his toes as he lets himself be hefted into position and makes sure he has Thorin's full gaze as his body moves to accommodate the girth of the king! You don't need to tell him to be vocal. Bilbo couldn't keep quiet if he even wanted to!

Luckily, he most assuredly does not.

"Thorin! Ah! You split me!"

Perhaps it's exaggerated, but it does hurt. His voice echoes in the cavernous room. If Mahal does exist, he may have withdrawn the last of Thorin's grace for this.

[kinginexile]

For as long as he can keep it. Thorin does not realize the evil that lurks in his kingdom, in this very being who he has given his heart to.

Bilbo's cry does echo and it pleases him, it stirs him quite and Thorin will holds his hips, not moving, letting the halfling get used to the feeling of being split open so. It has been sometime after all.

"Can you feel me, Bilbo. How deep I am inside you? Does it not excite you?" Thorin rumbles, nuzzling an ear. He waits for the signal that the hobbit wants him to move before he does, before he helps Bilbo lift up again, before he rocks his hips up into the tight heat as the hobbit settles back down on him once more.

He groans, loudly and it echoes as well.

[burgling]

The process is slow, as slow as is needed, and Bilbo doesn't let himself give in to the urge to hurt this body. Thorin would feel guilt, and guilt is a powerful motivator, but he doesn't believe it to be the right one at this moment. No, he'll play into Thorin's love instead.

It's a more dangerous game, but one that will have a far better outcome if he can keep the dwarf from becoming too gold sick or too wary of the hobbit.

Sex is just the first step and Bilbo milks Thorin for as long as the dwarf can stand it, until they are both sticky with his seed, spread across joined bellies.

The first really noticeably words, other than agreeing to everything Thorin had asked of him during their session, is...personal.

Cementing.

"Will you pierce my ears, Thorin?" A dwarvish rite of passage, surely.

[kinginexile]

Their coupling is beyond good, perfect really and by the end of it Thorin is ready to drag the halfing to his bed and keep him close, snuggled under blankets and sheets. That would involve moving and right now he's not sure he can muster the desire or want to. He does circle arms around the halfling, holding him close, nose pressed into curls damp from sweat and sex.

The words asked of him don't quite sink in right away, it takes a moment before Thorin's hold on him loosens so he can look down at him.

"... Bilbo you do not have to do these things to please me. Understand that I care very much for you whether you are dwarf or hobbit." Yet fingers brush against the shell of one ear, curious how metal would look there.

"Unless this is truly what you wish?"