AN: Hello! WARNING! This is the M version of this story! If that is not your cup of tea, there is T version available! I mess with time lines just a little bit in this, to make it a little more angsty. In the real story, Bungo and Belladonna died when Bilbo was a bit older. In my story, he's younger at the time of his parents death. But it's an AU anyways so yeah.

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Bilbo Baggins didn't quite understand his predicament. It had been three days since they were saved from Azog the Defiler by giant Eagles and brought to the Carrock. Three days since he had been fully accepted into the company by the Dwarves. And three days since he felt Thorin Oakenshield's strong, warm arms around him. But for some reason, Bilbo could not stop thinking about that hug, even three days later. It preyed relentlessly on his mind and he felt as though he could still feel the solid weight of Thorin's arms holding him tight to his body.

Bilbo was not unfamiliar with the concept of being Touch Starved. He had heard of many a Hobbit suffering from such symptoms. When they were forced to go without any kind of physical contact for a prolonged period, every touch they received felt like a brand on their skin for days to come. The memory of such a touch would remain in their minds for an unreasonable amount of time. Yes, he was familiar with the subject. He just hadn't realized that he was Touch Starved. He had been blissfully unaware, until three days ago when Thorin Oakenshield took him in his arms in the first hug he had received in years.

Thinking back, Bilbo didn't believe that he had received any meaningful contact since his parents died. Bungo had passed a two years before Bilbo's age of maturity and belladonna had joined Bungo six years later when Bilbo was barely 37. Thirteen years had passed since then, and Bilbo couldn't recall a single instance of receiving a proper hug, or even a nice pat on the back. Of course, he'd never gone out of his way to acquire something of the like, but now that he was thinking about it, he felt his chest tighten and burn painfully at the realization.

Hobbits were a warm, hardy race that enjoyed food and ale and the warmth of another Hobbits touch. It was also why they married so young and had big families. When Hobbits got together for parties, there was always dancing and cuddling and sturdy embraces that would probably make the other races blush. Bilbo had avoided such gatherings in the years after his parent's deaths, unconsciously separating himself from physical contact that just sort of became the norm. Now though...he could think of nothing but that thrice damned hug and it truly pained him! He was Touch Starved. Just the thought gave him a shudder.

"Are you alright Master Baggins?" Kili had been watching Bilbo over the fire for some time now, noticing every frown and grimace and shudder as the Hobbit silently thought to himself. Bilbo had been acting odd over the last few days. Increasingly silent and...well he supposed the only word for it would be sad. Kili couldn't for the life of him understand it. Bilbo was being accepted in by the other of the company, and he still looked so very solemn and gloomy. Said Hobbit looked up in surprise and a cute blush covered his round cheeks.

"I'm fine Kili." Bilbo murmured, but the young Dwarf didn't quite believe him. Kili jumped up and hurried around the fire to sit next to Bilbo. If the Hobbit unconsciously leaned in closer to him, neither mentioned it.

"You look sad Bilbo. What's the matter?" Kili asked with impossibly big brown eyes. Bilbo couldn't for the life of him meet them.

"It's nothing Kili. I'll be fine in a few days." Once the symptoms of his Touch Deprivation wore off, he could continue on as he had been for years. Just because he was starving for contact didn't mean he needed to seek it out, especially amongst a group of thirteen Dwarves and a Wizard. Said Wizard was watching Bilbo and Kili closely from across camp. He understood exactly what Bilbo was experiencing, and he was surprised it took so long for the young Hobbit to realize it himself. Unfortunately, Bilbo's realization could lead to a worse situation than any of them knew. Dwarves were notoriously reserved when it came to open displays of affection and any sort of contact. It was usually limited to family and close family friends, which was why the hug atop the Carrock was such a big deal. But Bilbo didn't know that. If he decided to seek comfort in his Starved state, he would not find it with the company.

"Are you sure?" Kili asked worriedly.

"Positively Kili." Bilbo tried to give him a reassuring smile. Kili smiled back and clapped his hand on Bilbo's shoulder before springing up to rejoin Fili. Bilbo's whole body froze at Kili's hand on his shoulder and he felt as though his blood was set afire beneath his touch. This was worse than he thought. Now that he was conscious of his affliction, every touch he received would be tedious and exhilarating and cherished. And it would be so hard to return to a state of ignorance, a state where he didn't long for the smallest of contact. His eyes locked on Gandalf's knowing ones across camp and he seemed to crumple in on himself. Gandalf gestured for Bilbo to join him, and Bilbo obliged.

"I don't think I can do this Gandalf." Bilbo gasped as he sat next to the Wizard. Gandalf refrained from laying a comforting hand on Bilbo's shoulder, wary of how Bilbo would react to it. Instead he sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"You are stronger than you believe Bilbo. I think you will be fine in a few days time. Until then, perhaps you should wear a few more layers. Try to avoid coming into contact with the Dwarves." Gandalf suggested, and Bilbo nodded. He'd already decided such things for himself. "I am sorry my friend. I know how you must be suffering. But in no time at all, we will reach Erebor and you can be on you way home to the Shire. And there you can treat your Starvation." Gandalf reminded him.

"The other Hobbits may not be so eager to help me, after I readily went off on an adventure and all." Bilbo pointed out, rubbing his hand over his shoulder.

"Well, I may have a friend nearby who could help. Though he is quite large. If he is not to your fancy, then we shall have to stop back in Rivendell. I'm sure Lord Elrond's children would be more than happy to help. Elladan and Elrohir are both very outgoing young men who would be delighted to sate your need for contact." Gandalf was quite sure of that. Bilbo looked doubtful however. He fidgeted uncomfortably and looked up at Gandalf with slightly wet eyes.

"I do not know if I can survive that long. I survived the last thirteen years because I was ignorant to my condition. But you know how Hobbits get when they knowingly suffer the Deprivation." Bilbo whispered, his eyes blurring with more tears.

"Have faith my little friend. We shall see if Beorn is agreeable, but should you need it, I will comfort you. If it comes to that." Gandalf promised. Bilbo nodded, tears just barely being withheld. "Perhaps you should retire for the night Bilbo. The rest will help." He hoped. Bilbo nodded again and numbly made his way to his bedroll. Gandalf watched him go the whole way before sighing heavily and pulling out his pipe. He felt truly saddened for Bilbo Baggins. But, there was nothing they could do at the moment. They would just have to hope that Bilbo was strong enough.

OOOOO

Bilbo was more uneasy than usual. He had been doing so well about avoiding any kind of touch from any of the company, but Bofur had snuck up behind him and warmly clapped the Hobbit on the back while they were walking that day. His back still burned from the contact as he tried desperately to avoid looking at any of the Dwarves. He didn't want them to see the vulnerability in his eyes and go back to thinking he was too weak for the journey. Although he was beginning to wonder that for himself. How could he face a Dragon when a simple touch reduced him to a shuddering mess.

"Laddie, you don't look so good." Oin stated as he passed Bilbo in camp. He made to feel the Hobbit's forehead, but Bilbo withdrew, alarm in his eyes.

"Please don't Oin." Bilbo whimpered, pulling his legs to his chest. "Just leave me alone." He begged, only adding to the healer's confusion. But, blessedly, Oin did leave him be. Bilbo was trying so hard to keep himself away from touch. Because he knew if he gave in to his desires for contact, the Dwarves would all be very perturbed and probably disgusted. Hobbits were far more open in their dealings with other Hobbits, as Bilbo had noticed on their journey. Sure, brothers hugged brothers at the end of the night, and Fili and Kili cuddled until there was scarcely and inch between them. But the only common contact seemed to be a good natured pat to shoulder or clap on the back, both of which had received in the past few days and both of which had left his insides curling in on themselves. He couldn't be expected to live off such slight contact, so he preferred not to seek it out at all.

Bilbo heaved a heavy hearted sigh and stood to relieve himself before he went to bed. He was just heading out to the forest when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Instantly every nerve in his body was alight with longing and warmth and he never wanted the hand to leave his body. Alas, it did, and Thorin stepped around Bilbo to face him.

"It's dangerous to go into the woods after dark Master Baggins." Thorin told him, almost patronizingly. Thorin had been a lot more conscious of Bilbo in the days following the Hobbit's heroic interception of Thorin's would be executioner. It could have just been because Bilbo saved his life, and the Dwarf owed him a debt because of it. But Thorin knew it was deeper than that. Dwarves loved once, very deeply. Thorin had never found that love, believing his One was long dead after the fall of Erebor. But now that he was giving Bilbo a chance, he was beginning to wonder if maybe that wasn't true. Of course, he would never tell Bilbo that. Not until he had something to offer the Hobbit, something that would show Bilbo that Thorin was a good choice.

"I was just going to...relieve myself." Bilbo murmured the last two words. He knew Dwarves were a rowdy race that held no regard for manners of personal space (within family units). But he had still not gotten used to the blatant announcements the Dwarves would exclaim when they needed to piss or crap. Thorin chuckled and nodded.

"You're too shy Master Baggins. Leaving camp for such a need." Bilbo blushed as he remembered instances when he would look up only to get an eyeful of an undressed Dwarf doing his business across the camp. While Hobbits may be more open in affection, Dwarves were certainly more open in everything else. Fili and Kili were known to strip from their clothes while in camp, go bathe, and then walk back naked and wet. "I suppose it is a Hobbit custom." Bilbo nodded, blushing to the tip of his pointed ears. "Very well. Do not wonder far though." Thorin requested, putting his hand on Bilbo's shoulder again. Bilbo melted under the contact and subconsciously leaned into it, closing his eyes briefly to relish the warmth of Thorin's palm while it lasted.

"Of course Master Oakenshield." Bilbo acknowledged. Thorin smiled and walked away, the absence of his touch like a punch to Bilbo's gut. He quickly fled into the trees and didn't stop until he was sure the Dwarves would neither see nor hear them. Then he let himself cry for a few moments while the hurt in his stomach died down. Who was he kidding? He couldn't ignore his Touch Deprivation, not when the Dwarves were so unaware of his condition. What they viewed as friendly pats and brotherly touches set his system aflame and left his stomach twisted up. He wasn't going to last at this rate. He was already loosing weight, because he couldn't be bothered to eat with his stomach permanently unsettled as it was. And he was hardly sleeping.

When he got himself under control, he relieved himself and stumbled back to his bedroll, curling up for surely another sleepless night. He wished he had realized his condition before they left Rivendell. Gandalf had been talking to him about Elladan and Elrohir and he thought they would be perfect for helping him. But they were far behind them now, and who knew how long it would be until he saw Rivendell again, if he saw Rivendell again.

The Dwarves settled down around him until silence took over the camp. But, as usual, Bilbo couldn't sleep. Both Bofur's friendly touch, and Thorin's longer contact had his entire being tense and yearning for further interaction. Bilbo rolled onto his side and spotted Dwalin sitting on a rock a few yards away. The bald warrior was usually on watch. He seemed to like it. Dwalin noticed the movement and looked at Bilbo with a warm smile. Even he had accepted Bilbo into the company, and he often gave such smiles to Bilbo when he caught his eyes. The Hobbit wasn't quite sure what he was doing when he stood and stumbled over to where Dwalin sat. But suddenly he was standing in front of the warrior with a sheepish look.

"May I sit with you? I can't sleep." Bilbo asked quietly.

"Course Master Baggins." Dwalin said cheerfully, scooting over so Bilbo could sit. They lapsed into silence for a long time before Dwalin turned back towards Bilbo. "How are you fairing Bilbo? I noticed you haven't been sleeping well." Dwalin stated with scrunched eyebrows.

"I'm fine. I must be getting a little sick." It wasn't technically a lie. Touch Starved Hobbit were very susceptible to sickness, among other ailments. Dwalin didn't look convinced, but nodded.

"Gandalf says we're getting close to a friend of his. Should be able to rest and restock there before we enter Mirkwood. After the forest it'll be a hop, skip, and a jog to Erebor." Dwalin explained, a familiar shine in his eyes when Erebor came up. All the Dwarves got it, that shine in their eyes. Bilbo wondered if he got it too, when he spoke of the Shire.

"And then there's the Dragon." Bilbo pointed out with a shudder. Dwalin grunted in acknowledgment and shrugged.

"I reckon Smaug will be the least of our worried once we get there. Azog is still out there somewhere, and the men of Lake Town will expect immediate trade with Erebor. Mahal only knows what the prissy Elvenking will feel he's entitled to." Dwalin rambled before fading off in a huff. He suddenly angled his body towards Bilbo's so his leg became flush with the Hobbit's. "What do you think you'll do Bilbo? Will you stay with us for a while, or will you be right off back home?" Bilbo couldn't answer him. Not only because he wasn't sure himself, but because every synapse in his brain was screaming at the prolonged touch of Dwalin's leg against his. Bilbo felt like his vision was tunneling, and he didn't even realize that was scooting closer so his hip also touched Dwalin's. "Bilbo?" Dwalin's voice snapped him out of it, and he stood quickly.

"I-I'm sorry!" Bilbo gasped before fleeing to cower in his bedroll. Dwalin stared after him, not entirely sure what that had all been about. It wasn't exactly modest to sit so closely to someone, especially someone not of your race or family. And Bilbo had looked so...longing. As if he had never wanted anything more than to cozy up flush to Dwalin son of Fundin. Dwalin stroked his beard in confusion, but eventually shrugged it off and returned to his watch, thinking that he'd maybe mention it to Thorin and Gandalf tomorrow.

Bilbo was not nearly so calm. His heart was thudding painfully in his chest and tears slowly slid down his cheek and into his blanket that he had completely disappeared beneath. How could he be so stupid? Pressing in against Dwalin like that! It was almost like his body had shut him mind off for a moment and took control. It scared him a little bit. He had to get a grip on himself. Before something more drastic happened.

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Bilbo cursed himself faintly as Thorin led him away from the company. They had just selected a place to camp when Thorin had approached him with a stony face and asked to speak to him alone. They were still roughly two days away from Gandalf's "friend" and over the last four days, Bilbo had been getting worse. His weight loss was now notable, and his skin was so very pale. He hardly smiled at all. But the worst thing what when he went into that strange tunnel vision state and couldn't seem to control himself. It had happened five times in the last four days, and he knew the company was growing wary of it. Thorin finally stopped and turned to regard Bilbo with a sharp eye.

"Bilbo we need to talk about something very important. I know that it must be hard, traveling with a company not of your race, but hopefully we can address this maturely and respectfully. Dwarves are not prone to open displays of affection and we avoid unnecessary touching. I've received numerous accounts of instances when your conduct has made the company uncomfortable. First with Dwalin, and then Kili, and Oin as well. Bofur and Ori are also concerned. I'm sure this is a simple misunderstanding because of the differences in our culture, which is why I wanted to talk to you alone to avoid embarrassing you or the company." Thorin said calmly. His voice was steady and blameless, though inside he was a raging torrent of anger and irritation.

When Dwalin had told Thorin and Gandalf about Bilbo's abnormal behavior, Thorin had brushed it off, as had Dwalin. But then Kili approached him with a blush and told him that Bilbo had let his hand linger over Kili's when bringing him supper. Oin came with a similar report the next night. He had been feeling Bilbo's forehead for fever and Bilbo had pressed into his hand even when he went to pull away. Bofur and Ori had related stories and it was beginning to piss Thorin off. Because Bilbo was supposed to be his One! He knew he shouldn't blame the Dwarves, but he felt an irrational irritation with each one that came to him. So he was going to put a stop to it from the source. Bilbo.

"I-I didn't mean...I never meant...to make anyone uncomfortable." Bilbo choked slightly, his eyes looking watery. He knew eventually someone would confront him about his actions, but this was so much worse than he could have imagined. He desperately wanted to just sink into the earth or run weeping back to Rivendell, but he doubted he would get far. He was practically surviving on the small touches, that were becoming even more limited as the Dwarves got more and more wary of him. He could hear them whispering at night before they went to sleep, and it seemed light Bilbo cried himself to sleep every night, if he slept at all.

"I am glad that was not your intention. But I must ask you to cease such advances. It does cause some terrible discomfort amongst the company." Thorin wasn't sure why Bilbo looked so wretched as he spoke. And then suddenly, as if a dam has burst, Bilbo was weeping opening and fiercely. Thorin hadn't seen someone make such a spectacle since he was a Dwarfling, and he didn't know what to do.

"Bilbo? What have you said to him?" Thorin jumped in shock when Gandalf appeared, seemingly out of thing air, and rushed to Bilbo's side.

"I said nothing! Nothing that would warrant such a reaction!" Thorin defended himself, but Gandalf didn't look like he was listening. He was coddling Bilbo, holding him in a tight hug, and murmuring soothing things. Thorin, blazing red at the intimate display, quietly slipped away and back to the camp. He would ask Gandalf about this later. And he would keep asking until he got an answer. He didn't have to wait long. Gandalf carried a sleeping Bilbo back into camp less than an hour later and tucked the Hobbit into his own bedroll, since Bilbo's wasn't laid out yet. "Gandalf." Thorin didn't even have to ask, he knew Gandalf understood what he wanted to know. The other Dwarves, who had stilled when Gandalf appeared with the unconscious Hobbit, gathered around their leader eagerly, like Dwarflings waiting for a story.

"I suppose it is time you knew. Sit." Gandalf suggested, settling himself in front of the crowd of eager Dwarves, who all did as he asked. Except Thorin. He was far too anxious to sit. "First, if you are to understand the situation, I must tell you a bit about Hobbits. They are a merry people who enjoy the company of others and thrive off of contact with friends and family. They usually cannot go a day without embracing someone they love or even someone they tolerate. Such contact is normal to their race. It is not deemed taboo, or unnecessary. It is simply they way of life." Gandalf began.

"How odd." Dwalin remarked, to which most of the others grunted in agreement.

"Yes, well, because they enjoy the contact of others, going without it for an extended period of time results in a condition of Touch Deprivation, or being Touch Starved. A Hobbit can be ignorant to their condition for any amount of time, but the moment the acknowledge it, they are doomed to a downward spiral unless they are cured."

"You're saying Bilbo is Touch Starved?" Thorin asked, and Gandalf nodded. "For how long? Why is it only showing now?" The King demanded.

"Bilbo Baggins has been Touch Starved for thirteen years. He has not enjoyed contact with another living being since his mother died. His grief was sufficient that he did not realize he was being Deprived, and by the time the grief wore off, he was completely complacent in his condition. However, when you hugged him atop the Carrock, his illusion was shattered and since then, every touch has been a torment to him. Dwalin, when he sat flush with you, I believe it was not of his own conscious mind. In such an advanced case as Bilbo's, his body is probably subconsciously reaching out for any and all contact disregarding his attempts otherwise." Understanding seemed to dawn on them, garnering varying reactions. Fili and Kili looked horrified, while Balin simply looked sad for Bilbo. Thorin's face showed no emotion.

"How is it cured?" Thorin demanded, drawing everyone's attention to him. Gandalf blushed, actually blushed, and tried to lead the discussion away. Thorin wasn't deterred. "How. Is. It. Cured." He demanded, and Gandalf sighed before looking over his shoulder.

"When caught in the earlier stages, Touch Deprivation can be easily dismissed simply with a prolonged cuddling session. In extreme cases, such as Bilbo's, something more...intimate is required." A silence settled over the camp as the Dwarves let it sink in. "I was hoping that Bilbo could withstand until we reached Beorn's home, or if possible, until we stopped in Rivendell on the way back to the Shire. After the quest was finished. But it appears even I underestimated the severity of his affliction. I shall have to comfort him myself unless we can hasten to Beorn's house in the next day." Gandalf decided with a sigh.

"You mean...you're going to...with Bilbo?" Kili asked, gaping dumbly.

"It is the least I can do for him. It is my fault he is out here on the journey in the first place, and I am a trusted friend of his. Better me than a stranger." Gandalf stated.

"No." They all looked at Thorin, who was glaring at Gandalf. "Not you, not your friend, and definitely not an Elf." Thorin growled, and Gandalf frowned.

"It seems you do not understand Thorin. Bilbo's life is beginning to suffer because of this. He barely eats and sleep eludes him most nights. I was only able to get him asleep with a spell. If he is not cured soon, he will die as a result." The younger members of the company gasped and looked pleadingly at Thorin.

"I will cure Master Baggins." Thorin said in a very definitive tone. There were some gasps, some gapes, and a few quiet murmurs.

"You?" Dwalin asked, somewhat uncomfortably.

"How long will he sleep with that spell of yours?" Thorin demanded. Gandalf was studying him closely and silently, and didn't say anything for a long moment. Thorin stared him down, daring the wizard to challenge him.

"A few hours." Gandalf finally told Thorin. The King nodded, his eyes glazing over for a moment, and then he turned to his company.

"Bombur, start on dinner. Balin, make sure no becomes too curious." This was said with a sharp glare at his nephews. "Bofur you're on first watch." With this Thorin stood and without a backwards glance, gathered the sleeping Hobbit in his arms and disappeared into the woods with him. Gandalf snorted and shook his head, but all the other Dwarves gaped after the King in various stages of shock.

"He...He's gonna...with Bilbo..." Kili still couldn't seem to wrap his head around it. Gandalf chuckled again, casting a look at the Dwarves.

"It would appear the leader of our company is more fond of our Master Baggins than we thought." Gandalf said with a smirk before wandering off in the opposite direction of Thorin and Bilbo. The Dwarves remained quite stationary for another good ten minutes, just blinking dumbly at the woods. Then, quite randomly, Bifur burst out in great peels of laughter, and he was quickly followed by Bofur, Balin, and Dwalin. Soon after the rest of the Dwarves joined in. They were never, ever, going to let Thorin or Bilbo forget this. Ever.

OOOOO

Bilbo woke up slowly, his skin tingling as his body begged for contact. It was how he always woke up, longing for the touch of another, and it never got easier. He moaned low in his throat and turned onto his side, praying for just a little bit longer before he had to wake up and face the Dwarves again. Surely Thorin had told them all about his breakdown during their "mature and respectful" talk. He was surprised when he met with a warm leg as he turned. He slowly followed the length of the limb with his eyes, up over a wide chest, finally resting his eyes on the slightly smirking face of Thorin Oakenshield.

Bilbo panicked and scrambled away from Thorin. And if he let out a little squeal of shock, neither of them mentioned it. Bilbo finally stopped moving when his back met the firm trunk of a tree and there he sat, trying to calm his racing heart. His whole left arm felt branded by the memory of Thorin's leg pressed into it. And his whole body buzzed at the way Thorin's eyes roved over him. Just what was going on?!

They were most definitely not in camp, he couldn't even hear the Dwarves, where ever they were. And they were not in the same place they had been for their talk. It was just him and Thorin, and the Dwarf King was silently smirking at him in amusement. Then Thorin stood, slowly coming towards Bilbo before he crouched in front of the Hobbit. Scandalously close, Bilbo pointed out in his head.

"I did not mean to frighten you." Thorin stated, entertainment still strong in his intoxicating blue eyes. Bilbo huffed indignantly.

"I am glad that was not your intention." He mocked Thorin's words from their talk, and the King chuckled lightly. Bilbo's heart jumped to his throat when Thorin's big paw of a hand reached up and settled against his cheek. A blush immediately rose to Bilbo's face, but he couldn't stop himself from pressing into the touch.

"P-Please don't." Bilbo asked, but it was more of a whine.

"Why not? I know you yearn for contact." Bilbo's eyes widened almost impossibly and he tried to wriggle away from Thorin. But the Dwarf King grabbed him by his upper arms and pressed him back against the tree trunk. "Gandalf told us about your condition." Thorin rumbled, his voice considerably darker than it had been a moment ago. At this Bilbo nearly fainted.

"W-Why would he t-tell you?" Bilbo asked, pale and nervous.

"Because I demanded to know." Thorin shrugged. His hands slowly crept up to Bilbo's shoulders. "He also told us how to cure it." Thorin breathed, feeling Bilbo's cringe beneath his hands.

"H-He said he had a friend nearby-"

"No." Thorin cut him off harshly. "No one is going to be so intimate with you. Except me." Bilbo wondered briefly if he was going insane, or if this was a joke, but when Thorin's face remained completely serious, his own face lit up like a fire.

"Y-You? Why you?" Bilbo asked, sounding even more nervous than before.

"I was hoping to wait to tell you this. Wait until we reached Erebor, and I had something more than a Sword and an oaken branch to my name, but it appears fate has other plans. You are my One, Bilbo Baggins. I am quite sure of it. And since you are my One, I will tolerate no other person touching you in such close ways." Thorin explained patiently.

"Y-Your One?" Bilbo gasped. Thorin's hands were wandering again, down his chest and to his waist.

"Dwarves only love once in their lives. I was beginning to think I had already lost my One, but I see now I was mistaken. I have never been so sure of something in my life." His eyes stared intensely at the flustered Hobbit. "So my little Touch Starved Hobbit...I will be your cure." Bilbo opened his mouth to insist that Thorin didn't have to do this, and the Dwarf King lunged. His lips met Bilbo's and his tongue snuck in the already parted mouth, ravaging the Hobbit's mouth relentlessly. Bilbo didn't respond at first, but with a little urging from Thorin's persistent tongue, Bilbo began kissing back.

Thorin grinned into the kiss and pulled away to let Bilbo breathe. Well, pant was more like it. Being so very Touch Starved, as so very sensitive to every touch, he was coming undone much quicker than he should be, had he been in his right state. Thorin didn't mind, he was there to help Bilbo, after all. The Dwarf King kept his eyes firmly on Bilbo's bright red face as he started unbuttoning the Hobbit's vest and shirt. When his skin met Bilbo's for the first time, the reaction was instant. Bilbo's back arched and a low moan left his lips that went straight to Thorin's member.

"You're skin is so soft Bilbo. So tender." Thorin rumbled, lust dripping from his voice. Bilbo murmured something that made no sense, and Thorin smirked. He ran his hands up Bilbo's now revealed chest, drawing another delicious moan from the Hobbit. And then his fingers grazed Bilbo's nipples and the Hobbit gave a shout of surprise and pleasure. He was too sensitive, starved for far too long. He wasn't going to last long at all, but he was a little worried that once wouldn't be enough.

"Thorin..." It was the only intelligible word in the string of noises and pleas that left Bilbo's mouth. And it really affected the Dwarf King. He was already hard as a rock, though maybe not as hard as the needy Hobbit. With a cheeky grin, Thorin's mouth descended onto Bilbo's nipple and his hand rubbed the other. Bilbo yelled out again, his hands making fists in Thorin's hair. He had never felt so stimulated in his life. Maybe it was because he had never been with somebody, especially not after thirteen years without physical contact. Or maybe it was because it was Thorin. He was Thorin's One! He hardly dared to believe it.

Thorin nipped lightly at Bilbo's nipple and Bilbo shuddered and cried out as he came. Thorin blinked in confusion at how quick Bilbo had reached his peek, but he supposed it made sense. Bilbo was Touch Starved. For years. Still, the Hobbit didn't seem ready to leg go of him, obviously not cured yet. Good. Thorin wasn't nearly done with him.

"Lay down." Thorin growled, laying his coat out. Bilbo readily obliged, slipping all the way out of his shirt and vest before reclining on the offered coat. He felt himself stirring again just at the hungry look Thorin gave him. The Dwarf King wasted no time stripping Bilbo's trousers from him, and then he spend a good few minutes taking in the rest of Bilbo's exposed skin. As well as his rapidly hardening length. He grinned deviously. "Quite the libido you have my little Hobbit." He purred, sliding his hand easily up the inside of Bilbo's thigh, stopping just shy of his member. Bilbo huffed and whined and pouted and Thorin had never seen a more precious sight. Bilbo yelped as his warm hand finally circled his member, and his breathing quickly turned back into heavy pants.

Thorin worked him quickly to orgasm, absorbing every noise, every expression on Bilbo's debauched face. The Hobbit's lips were red and swollen from their kissing, and from biting his lips, and there seemed to be a permanent blush on his face. For all the pleasure he was receiving, and for all his knowledge that if he didn't do this he would die, Bilbo was still embarrassed. He was ashamed that Thorin was seeing him like this. Even if Thorin seemed to be enjoying himself.

"How many times do you think it will take before you're cured?" Thorin asked in a sultry voice. Bilbo shuddered, still recovering from his second orgasm.

"I-I don't k-know." He huffed. Thorin crouched over his to nuzzle his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin. And like that, Bilbo was hard again.

"Should we take bets?" The King asked with a smirk. Bilbo frowned at him, and Thorin chuckled. "I hope it takes all night." He breathed, rubbing slow circles over Bilbo's cheekbones with his fingers. "I could listen to your delightful noises forever." He added, moving his fingers to trace Bilbo's lips. "Open up." He purred, and Bilbo did as he said, sucking dutifully on the fingers that entered his mouth. Thorin felt unbelievably aroused at the feeling of Bilbo's tongue running over his fingers. He didn't know if he would last much longer either. When he felt his fingers were sufficiently wet, he pulled them from Bilbo's mouth and brought them down to tease at the Hobbit's entrance.

"Thorin...do you love me?" Bilbo gasped, looking hopefully up at the Dwarf King. Thorin for his part completely froze, blinking dumbly down at his Hobbit a few times before capturing those delicious lips in another fierce kiss, at the same time pushing one finger into the Hobbit. The cry that Bilbo's released at the assault was swallowed by Thorin's mouth.

"More than all the gold in Middle Earth. More than the Lonely Mountain itself. More than a thousand Arkenstone's." Thorin vowed, slowly pumping his finger in and out of Bilbo.

"I love you Thorin." Bilbo choked through his heavy breathes, and Thorin felt his chest burn at the words. He devoured Bilbo's mouth again, pressing in a second finger, and cherishing the way Bilbo writhed beneath him.

"I love you Bilbo." He breathed before trailing kisses down Bilbo's chest and stomach. When his lips reached Bilbo's member, he sent the Hobbit a sensual smirk and took his whole member in his mouth. Bilbo's scream of pleasure could surely be heard all the way back in camp. Thorin brought Bilbo to two more orgasms before he pulled away from his member and slid his fingers from Bilbo's entrance. "Are you ready for me?" Thorin asked gently. The enthusiastic nod he received from Bilbo made his member twitch and he quickly shed his layers until he was bare as well. Bilbo's eyes were hot as fire as they ran over his body.

"Please!" Bilbo begged, and if Thorin didn't have excellent control, he would come right then and there. He rubbed his member between Bilbo's cheeks, tauntingly.

"Say that again." Thorin demanded. Any pride Bilbo might have left had went straight out the window and he readily complied.

"Please Thorin please! I need you! I need you inside of me, please!" Bilbo begged senselessly, every word going straight to Thorin's cock.

"Ask me to fuck you Bilbo. Ask nicely." Thorin encouraged.

"Please fuck me Thorin! Please my King, please fuck me!" The last of Thorin's reserves snapped at the words 'my King' and he plunged himself deep inside of Bilbo's eager body. They both came instantly, both screaming their pleasures. But Thorin was still far from done with his Hobbit. It was like his orgasm only made him harder, and within a minute he was recovered and beginning to thrust into Bilbo.

"No one else can be with you like this. You're mine Bilbo Baggins. You're mine and I'm yours. Say it." Thorin growled possessively as he thrust. Bilbo was fast becoming unable to put together coherent sentences, but he had enough sense for this.

"I'm yours!" Bilbo cried eagerly.

"And?" Thorin demanded, thrusting especially deeply.

"You're mine!" Bilbo added, much to Thorin's delight. He could get used to such words.

"Say it again. Both of them." Thorin growled.

"I'm yours and you're mine!" Bilbo acquiesced.

"Again."

"I'm yours and you're mine!"

"Again!" A steady rhythm of the words began pouring from Bilbo's mouth. It drove Thorin wild, hearing them. His already deep thrusts became nearly animalistic, but Bilbo didn't appear to mind. If anything, he was enjoying it more than Thorin. Three orgasms, and Valar knew how many screams later, Thorin came for the second time and stilled inside of the Hobbit. Bilbo looked thoroughly exhausted, as if he would pass out at any second. Thorin grinned and pulled out of Bilbo only to flop down next to him and pull him as close as possible to his body. He made sure not an inch of space was left between them, molding his body to the Hobbit's and enjoying the contact that the Hobbit so sought for.

"I love you Thorin." Bilbo mumbled with the last bit of consciousness he possessed. Thorin kissed him on his forehead tenderly.

"I love you Bilbo." He assured the Hobbit, even if Bilbo was already asleep. He would tell Bilbo every day that he loved him. He would never let Bilbo be Touch Starved again. He would never let Bilbo feel alone, or unloved. Never.

OOOOO

Bilbo woke feeling pleasantly sated and rather warm. His skin no longer buzzed, and he no longer felt a burning need to seek out contact. Maybe it was because he was already in contact with somebody. A whole lot of contact. And then every memory of the night before came crashing back to him and he didn't think he had ever blushed so hard in his life. There was a light chuckle from Thorin that Bilbo felt though his whole body. He looked up sheepishly, eyes immediately locking onto Thorin's.

"Good morning my One." Thorin said with a smile.

"Good morning." Bilbo replied, his voice shaking with nerves. Thorin noticed and frowned, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down Bilbo's back.

"What is it Bilbo?" He asked, worry on his face. Bilbo swallowed dryly and looked away from Thorin's face. The Dwarf King gently tilted his face back up, scrunching his eyebrows together in concern.

"I-I'm sorry Thorin. I thought I could handle the Touch Deprivation, but I couldn't, and you had to cure me and-"

"I wasn't exactly complaining Bilbo." Thorin cut him off. "I would gladly do it again. And again. And again. I would do anything for you my love." Bilbo's eyes filled with tears that he couldn't quite keep down. "Bilbo?"

"I was w-worried...that you only said you loved me...because I was sick. Because I was dying." Bilbo choked out, pressing his eyes shut when Thorin frowned. The Dwarf King kissed him sweetly on the forehead.

"I love you Bilbo. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love-"

"Okay, okay!" Bilbo huffed, and Thorin grinned. "Promise me this isn't just a dream."

"I would prove it to you but I think you're probably sore." Thorin smirked deviously, and now that he mentioned it... "Come on, let's go back to camp. I'm sure Gandalf is anxious to see you're cured. And the company has either been worrying or laughing hysterically all night." A new horror grew in Bilbo.

"They all know! They all know that we- what we- how can I face them?!" Thorin smiled warmly.

"I'll be right next to you." He promised, and for some reason, Bilbo felt all his fears settle in an instant. He pressed his cheek against Thorin's chest and just laid there for a few more minutes.

Sure enough, he was terribly sore. He could hardly stand on his own at first. But it was a pleasant soreness, one that he was glad to bear in exchange for the delightful activities that provoked it. Still, Thorin had to help him get dressed, and then help him limp back to camp. Every eye in the camp turned to the pair when they emerged from the woods, and there was only a a few seconds of silence before catcalls and whistles started ringing out. Bilbo turned bright red and couldn't meet any one of their eyes.

"Well, I assume everything went well?" Gandalf supposed as he approached the couple.

"Exceedingly." Thorin grinned and Bilbo elbowed him. "I think our Burglar is quite cured." He added, a fresh wave of jeering erupting from the Dwarves. Gandalf examined Bilbo with a shrewd eyes before grinning.

"I do believe he is as well. Just be careful, wouldn't want to have to repeat such events." Gandalf advised.

"Well..." Thorin faded off when Bilbo sent him the darkest glare he'd ever seen on the Hobbit's face. Bilbo stormed off indignantly, pointedly ignoring every last one of them. Thorin chuckled and watched him go with a fond smile

"May I be the first to offer his congratulations?" Gandalf asked knowingly. "Who would have thought Thorin Oakenshield would find his One in a Hobbit. In Bilbo Baggins no less." Gandalf sounded far too innocent for Thorin's liking.

"I'm beginning to think you had a hand in all of this Wizard." Thorin raised one dark eyebrow, and Gandalf feigned surprise.

"I don't know what you're implying Thorin." The Dwarf King simply shook his head and returned to watching Bilbo. The Hobbit was trying valiantly to walk straight and without a limp, but it was obvious to all of them. Even Ori was sending sly winks at the Hobbit. Whether or not Bilbo saw them, or acknowledged them, was a different story. Bilbo suddenly looked up and locked eyes with Thorin. The warm smile on the King's face only grew, and Bilbo reluctantly returned it. His indignant front faltered a little and pure love seemed to radiate from his Hobbit.

His Hobbit. Now that was something he could used to. He walked over to his Hobbit and wrapped him in a warm hug, ignoring the exaggerated gasps from certain members of the company. He didn't care if he had to break a hundred Dwarvish taboos. He was never letting Bilbo become Touch Starved again. And the happy smile on Bilbo's face was worth every second of the companies teasing. He meant it when he said he would do anything for Bilbo. The Hobbit sighed happily, as if he could tell what Thorin was thinking, and cuddled further into his arms.

"I love you Thorin." He stated firmly.

"I love you Bilbo." Nothing would change that.

OOOOO

Well, what do ya think? Feel free to drop me a line if you liked it, or I suppose you could rain on my parade if you didn't like it. If you have to. Also, if you see any mistakes, please let me know. I wrote this between the hours of 3 am and 6 am so there are probably a few. Thanks for reading!