Hey guys if you clicked on this you must like Lord of the Rings! I do too! But I must admit that I do not know everything so if something seem incorrect please tell me! Do not own original story or character's. Story is strictly from my imagination and not at all meant to offend any ones ships. With that being said, thank you so much for clicking on this story and I hope you enjoy. **YAOI WARNING** Gandalf x Peregrin (Pippin) Took.

Chapter 1

Gandalf trotted down the wide plain with Pippin on the back of Shadowfox. It was already getting dark and Pippin fell asleep mid-ride. Gandalf felt the little hobbit squirm and moan in his arms. It seemed the little hobbit was having a nightmare of sorts. Although Gandalf couldn't tell what it was about. He stopped his horse and looked down at Pippin. Pippin had moaned and trembled in his arms. It seemed almost erotic.

"Ah... Gandalf..." Pippin moaned sleepily.

That made Gandalf question just what was the little hobbit dreaming about? He had to know. He used his magic to see into the hobbits dream, but what he saw was surprising.

There in the middle of a dark desolate waste land lay a huge bed with Pippin tide to it with long ropes. He was naked and trying desperately to get free. Above him was the glowing eye ball. And at the foot of the bed there stood Gandalf. Gandalf stared at his double as the double stared at Pippin's squirming form.

"You want him!" Said the glowing eye ball in a deep masculine voice. "Don't fight it!"

"No! Please! Let me go!" Pippin cried as he stared frightened at the eye ball. His eyes shot to Gandalf's double as the double crawled up to Pippin on the bed. "No! Gandalf, don't listen to him! Oh! Please!" Pippin cried more and tears stained his cheeks.

"You want him! I know your feelings! I've felt them! You want to be had by Gandalf!" The eye said to Pippin.

Pippin whimpered as the double made his way to Pippin. Pippin was helpless, he couldn't fight, he was frightened but not of the eye or the double. But, of what the eye was saying, and if they were true. He knew he always felt something for Gandalf but didn't know what that something had been.

The double's hand touched Pippin's calf and the whimpers stopped suddenly. Pippin's eyes shot wide as he looked down at the double. "Gandalf?" Pippin said, uncertainty in his voice.

The double didn't have any emotion. It looked as if Gandalf had been possessed by something. The doubles large hand slid up Pippin's leg to his inner thigh. Pippin gasped sharply. His lips trembled. His body quivered. He held tight to the ropes tide around his wrists. His breathing quickened as the hand slide up more. He swallowed a moan as he tried to ignore the sliding hand going up his leg to his groin.

Pippin gasped sharply in shock as the huge fingertips touched his sack. "Gandalf..." He said with a light moan.

The eye laughed a deep rumbling sound almost like the sound of thunder. "Gandalf will give you what u need!" The eye roared.

Pippin squeezed his eyes closed. "Shut up!" The hobbit yelled out with slight embarrassment.

Gandalf was dumbfound at the almost pornographic scene that was before him. He had always felt strongly for the little hobbit. But always thought it was in a friendship type way. Had Pippin felt something more for him, and he just didn't show it? Gandalf lost his train of thought as a loud moan escaped the little hobbits mouth.

Gandalf looked up to see his double leaned over Pippin's legs. His doubles head was buried in Pippin's crotch. Pippin's head thrashed from side to side. His mouth hung open as more moans escaped. And his eyes opened wide then closed tightly over and over in a sort of rhythm.

"Ah! Gandalf! Uh nah-no. Oh! Hah! Ah... please... God... ah..ah...ah...AH! GANDALF!" The hobbit cried out in a fit of ecstasy. His gasps seemed almost like he was running out of breath. His body froze for just a fraction of a second, then he threw his head back and arched his back as wave after wave of white hot ecstasy washed over the little hobbits body. With that the dream blurred and Gandalf felt himself being pushed back into reality.

Pippin woke up in Gandalf's arms with Gandalf's face so uncomfortably close to his. He blushed as reminisce of the dream came to his mind. "Gandalf..." He whispered with a almost feminine voice. Pippin looked at the larger mans eyes, then his lips. The hobbits lips parted and trembled slightly. His body felt hot, as the dream still played fresh in his mind.

"Pippin... Are you alright?" Gandalf asked his words light and whisper soft with a deep rumble of masculinity. He didn't yet move his face away from Pippin's face. Their lips just a whisper apart.

Pippin's face flushed a deep red, and suddenly his lips and mouth went dry. He pushed some saliva around his mouth and licked his lips. His pink tongue lightly touched Gandalf's lips before is slipped back into the cavity it had darted out from. Pippin's face turned an almost scarlet color before he turned his head away from Gandalf, "Y-yes. I'm fine..." Pippin said with embarrassment coating his tone.

Gandalf sat up straight on the horse as the spot where Pippin's tongue touch tingled. His tongue was hot, and soft against Gandalf's lips. For a moment, Gandalf thought about what it would be like to capture the small hobbits lips up into a hot, sweet kiss. Gandalf licked his own lips with that thought, and shook his head to make the thought go away. He flicked the reigns with his wrists to make the horse trot then flicked them again to make the horse run.

Pippin sat up straight as he felt the horse trot then his small hands gripped the horn of the saddle as the horse started to run. He could feel his small rump grind up against Gandalf's crotch as the animal ran. The hobbit bit back a whimper. He could feel Gandalf's large member rub up and down his rump in an almost thrusting action. It was teasing him. He tried to scoot forward on the saddle but Gandalf's large hand came an pushed on his chest and waist to scoot him back close to Gandalf's crotch. "I know. Your uncomfortable we are almost to a safe place to make camp." Gandalf's voice rumbled over the loud clack of the horses hooves.

Pippin tried not to think about the large hand only inches away from his own crotch nor the grinding of Gandalf's member up against his rump. He rested his head back against Gandalf's chest and tried to relax. But the teasing tingles ran down his spine with each thrusting action. He felt himself grow rigid in his trousers and tried to stop it but he was helpless. Like the dream, he couldn't fight it. He felt the large hand slide down his chest and waist. Just an inch closer, he thought. He felt the large thumb move on his chest in a circle rubbing his right nipple with each pass. He squeezed his lips and eyes tight. He didn't know if Gandalf knew what he was doing to him nor did he care in that moment. His mind felt almost crazed with longing for release. He felt so pent up. He tried not to moan but the hand slipped down that last inch. He felt Gandalf's large pinkie touch the tip of his clothed erection. The thumb still ran circles over his nipple along with each thrust of Gandalf's member came a push of his pinky to the hobbits leaky clothed tip. Pippin couldn't take it anymore. His body trembled and he let out a moan as Gandalf stopped the horse at what looked like an abandoned castle.

"Are you alright, Pippin?" Gandalf asked with a worried tone to his voice. He heard a disappointed moan escape Pippin's mouth. Soft breathless pants escaped from the small hobbit. What was wrong with Pippin? Gandalf wondered as he got up off of the horse.

Pippin shook his head to try and clear it, "Uh, y-yes I'm fine."

"Good. Come we have to set up camp." Gandalf said as he grabbed the hobbit to help him off of the horse and set him down on the ground. Pippin's legs shook for a moment but the hobbit righted himself.

"Yes. Camp." Pippin said as he looked up at Gandalf.

Gandalf handed him a small bag that he knew the little hobbit could carry and he grabbed the larger bags. Gandalf lead the way after tying the horse up. The abandoned castle had a stare case that was crumbling but was still sturdy enough for walking up safely.

They walked up several flights of stairs till they reached a large room with a balcony. They set up their makeshift beds. It was summer so the nights wasn't cold enough for a fire. Pippin went to the balcony to stare out at the mountains and sky.

"We must rest. Tomorrow we ride the rest of the way to Minas Tirith. We are half way there." Gandalf told Pippin.

Pippin looked down at his hands, "Do you really think me a fool?" He asked softly.

Gandalf sighed deeply as he walk up beside the hobbit. "We all have our foolish moments. Some more than others. But, that does not make us terrible people. It only makes us see and learn from our mistakes. Do not dwell on an old mans nonsense."

Pippin felt overwhelming relief his eyes released tears and his lips trembled as he looked up at Gandalf. "Dose that mean you forgive me?"

Gandalf smiled with a light chuckle, "Yes. I will always forgive you, my dearest friend."

Pippin felt a sting of regret at the word friend. But he shook off the feeling quickly. Gandalf shouldn't see him that way, he thought. Their both male and he was a hobbit. He sighed as he wiped at the tears. It was then he felt Gandalf move closer to him and put his large hand on his back. The warmth sunk straight into his body. An almost burning feeling set his skin a flame underneath. He gasped sharply. His body reacted so keenly to Gandalf's touch. Pippin didn't know what to make of it.

Pippin stepped aside shrugging the large hand off of him, "We should rest." He said simply. He walked to his makeshift bed and got under the covers all without giving Gandalf so much as a glance. Pippin knew if he looked at Gandalf he would want him. His longing for the larger man was insatiable. He hungered for him. But he knew it was in vain. Gandalf would never see him that way. He sighed again and he pleaded for sleep to draw him in.

Pippin could hear Gandalf moving around but he had his back to the larger man. Pippin wandered what he was doing as he pretended to sleep. The rustle of clothes and movement was all Pippin could hear.

There was silence for a long time and Pippin thought Gandalf had succumbed to sleep till he felt a large hand lightly land on his head. "Sleep well my sweet little hobbit." He heard Gandalf say. He then felt the hand lift away. Silence followed. He didn't know what to make of the words that were uttered that night. Did Gandalf feel more then friendship for him or was the words for a good friend and he bid all of his good friends good night that way? He didn't know but soon sleep pulled at him and he succumbed, slipping deep into the land of dreams.

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