Part of the Oz series
written by Lilac.
Dsclmr: Any characters featured in this fanfic do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them.
A/N: This is a big change for me. There were only so many places I could take humor, I'm afraid. I will still do some humor fics, of course, but most of my time will be spent on this. Yes, this is an ongoing series - featuring different couples each chapter, and generally being demented and weird. There will be a bit of S&M, and this is rated R for a reason, folks. Anyway, the first bizaare little couple is Pippin/Legolas. If you have any problems with that, please leave. Flames will be used as tawdry entertainment.
Rabid. Primal. Instinctive, perhaps. Pippin wasn't as innocent as he looked. His big eyes betrayed his true self. For Pippin was dark and basic. Of course, not many knew this, least of all the object of Pippin's lust - Legolas. Pippin had an unhealthy obsession with the delicate elf. And these obsessions tormented him when it became dark. They filled his dreams - and his nightmares. Taunting him, teasing him, filling every inch of his mind.
He had snapped.
Pippin couldn't simply sit by and watch Legolas slip out of his hands. Pippin wanted Legolas. Not forever, no. But just for one night - Pippin was prepared to pay dearly for one night of simple passion with the beautiful elf. He was determinded. He could not let these cravings torment him any more. No. HE came to a decision. In a few nights, Legolas would be his. No, tomorrow night.
No. Tonight. It had to be soon. As soon as possible.
And so, Pippin let these desires coil around his mind, and he sunk into deep thought. There were many things to think about, after all. How could he get Legolas to agree? For Pippin wasn't prepared to force the matter. Was he? It didn't bare thinking about. What did it matter, anyway? Legolas would agree. Pippin had to admit - he was very persuasive when he wanted to be. And this was when he needed that talent of his the most.
"Pippin?"
Pippin looked up, quickly. He knew that voice. A soft spoken, gentle, peaceful voice. Legolas. His toy.
"Legolas!" Pippin smiled, reverting back to his facade of playfulness and innocence. "I was just thinking-"
But Legolas cut him off, frowning slightly. "Not now, Pippin. Have you seen Aragorn?"
Legolas frowning? Pippin knew something had to be wrong. Legolas didn't frown. Not unless something was wrong, of course. And what was so important about Aragorn anyway? He wasn't anything special. Pippin growled internally. "Aragorn? I haven't seen him. What do you need him for?"
"Lover's spat," Legolas smiled faintly. After a few seconds of utter silence, he realized his slip of the tongue. More silence. And more. Legolas decided to break the tension. "So, you haven't seen him then?" it was an awkward attempt to change the subject. Pippin still said nothing, feeling numb. So this was how it would have to be, then.
In a few moments of panic, and confusion, Pippin's small frame was pinning Legolas against the wall. It was pushed away with Legolas' stronger force immediatedly. Pippin's fist connected with Legolas' face, and knocked him away. This was followed up swiftly by a rusty blade jammed up against Legolas' neck. Time stood still for a few moments as Legolas realized what was happening.
"Pippin- wha-" Legolas stammered, before Pippin pushed his lips against Legolas' forecfully. The knife's cool blade was still held against Legolas' throat. As Pippin pulled away, he moved the knife to Legolas' wrist and calmly cut it. It was only a small cut, but a faint trickle of red graced Legolas' skin. Pippin smiled at the sight and whispered into Legolas' ear,
"Remember me, my darling. My angel. My toy."
Legolas was left staring at his wrist and trying to make sense of what had just happened as Pippin left him to his thoughts.