Chapter 1
Pippin regained consciousness, slowly, blinking in confusion when he noticed his hands were tied. His brain had not fully awakened yet when he heard some whimpering in the room. Although he wasn't awake properly, it only took a few seconds to figure out the owner of the pitiful whimpers.
"... Frodo!" he cried out, looking around. His cousin lay sprawled on the ground, surrounded by men and there was a heavy gash on the side of his head that caused a profuse bleeding. He was not completely conscious. "Frodo? Frodo..."
The whimpers slowly died down when one of the men took out a wooden club and smashed it on the back of Frodo's head, but he still didn't say a word.
"What did you do to him?" Pippin whispered as tears stung his eyes.
"Little brat is causing too much trouble so I won't stop till he is in a state that he won't be able to do anything but beg - till I break him into tiny little pieces!" the leader, Cray laughed.
"No!" Pippin cried, horrified. "You wouldn't!"
"Try me." Cray said smoothly. "I will haunt poor Frodo's nightmares."
Pippin glared at him.
"Our friends will find us." he said rather bravely. "And when they see how much you've hurt Frodo they will - they will - "
"They'll what? Throw me back into prison? No way. The people going back to prison will be your halfling friends and no one else. I've had enough of cold dirty cells as it is. Wonder why I took you two to my cottage instead?"
Pippin gasped. This man was a criminal on the loose.
"If you hurt Frodo again, I shall - I shall - I shall make sure you never see the sun again!" he shouted, starting to feel very angry that these cruel men were torturing his cousin and just leaving him to watch. He would probably get it for talking like that, but he didn't really care.
"What did you say to me, rat?" Pippin shrank back as the tall figure towered over him, the stench radiating off him, feeling as if he would pass out from the disgusting odour.
"Nothing." he squeaked a little, his previous confidence fading.
"Oh? But I'm sure I heard something." Cray mused, walking back to Frodo's unconscious figure and running a meaty finger down his face with a smile on his face, much to Pippin's disgust.
"Get off him!" he said, hoping he wasn't about to do what he was about to do.
"Sorry, no can do." Cray smirked, gesturing to his boys. "Hold him down, will you?"
"No! Frodo!" Pippin screamed, kicking at the men forcing him to stay still in place. He couldn't just leave his cousin to suffer alone like that. He just couldn't. Besides, Sam would have his head if anything happened to Frodo.
"FRODO!" he cried again, hoping he would awake and somehow, try to get away so he could distract Cray into taking him instead.
Frodo's eyes slowly opened fuzzily, unaware of his surroundings, widening in shock when he heard Pippin screaming in despair and a man towering over him with a seductive, admiring look on his face.
Then he remembered.
Cray.Cray smashed his lips into Frodo's soft innocent ones, earning a shriek of rage from Pippin, and a muffled sob from the body beneath him as he turned, trying to break away, but to no avail, it only made Cray deepen the kiss.
"You can't do this." Pippin said, glaring at him as he finally broke the kiss, leaving Frodo flushed, panting and gasping.
"Give me one thousand reasons to stop and I will. Besides, he looks like he's enjoying it." Cray motioned to Frodo, who looked like he wanted to disappear.
"He is not!" Pippin almost roared. "Leave him alone already!"
Cray just smirked in reply and Pippin's eyes widened as he saw his hand sneak down to Frodo's breeches.
"NOOOOOO!"