The Desire and the Conquest
He woke with a start. His whole body quaked with fear at the thought of his nightmare, the worst dream that he keeps having. The dream starts peaceful at first, the calm before the storm, the dreaded battle to end all battles, supposedly. But that's never how things work out, is it?
The dream always starts the same, you'd have thought he would have gotten used to it, or consciously forced himself awake. But alas, this was not in his power, or fate would not allow him to be free from his suffering. In the dream, Thorin was there (because no dream would be complete or worthy of the name without him), and he was lying in a field of luscious, emerald grass dotted with yellow, pink and purple speckles that he soon realised were flowers. It shouldn't have taken him so long to reach the conclusion, but Thorin was lying on the grass, so why would he bother to look at flowers when there was a perfect god lying before him? The scene looked so surreal and wonderful but that's when Bilbo started to realise that something was wrong. Thorin, though lying perfectly still, wasn't breathing. Panic flooded over him and he gulped for breath as he raced over and knelt next to the dying man, his…friend. And in his heart, something far more.
The scene around him vanished and was replaced with the cries of battle, the bloodlust of orcs, elves and dwarves. And one Hobbit's, as Bilbo was enraged at the picture before him, Thorin's chest was bleeding, and there was a dagger in it. He closed his eyes and let out a bloodcurdling scream, a beg for help, for someone, anyone. But no one came. He was alone, alone with the pain and the torture of it was too much to bear. If anyone had come up behind him and put a sword through his chest, he would not have been sad to die. He would have relished the thought of being reunited with Thorin once more. Because Thorin would never look at him again, never laugh at his jokes or his clumsiness, never tease him about his handkerchiefs. He would never be able to see Thorin look up at him, gazing into his soul with his penetrating eyes. He would never hear his deep laugh, or listen to the sound of Thorin's deep, majestic voice as he wound everyone up to take action in a spur of the moment speech. He started aching in his heart and he kissed Thorin's brow, before pulling out his own blade and, whilst looking at Thorin's face, he pushed the dagger through his heart. He barely felt a thing because nothing could be more painful than losing Thorin.
Bilbo pushed the memory of his nightmare aside. No, he had not killed himself and Thorin had not died. Sure, it had looked like he was going to for a moment, and he may have considered killing himself (not that he'd admit that to anyone), but fate decided that Thorin was not done living yet. And so Bilbo was spared of the pain and the torment that he had felt when he saw Thorin draw his last breath. No, not his last breath, he quarrelled with himself. Thorin was alive and oh shit, was actually on his way here for tea! He checked his pocket watch, a gift from the elves, and it was already nine o'clock. That made Thorin exactly two hours and oh, now one minute late. Always fucking late. And on a big night too, not that Thorin would know it. It had been a year since they had won the battle that had earned the title of The Battle of Five Armies. Or at least, that's what Bilbo called it in his book. He didn't think it had caught on yet, but damn would he make it.
Knock, knock.
Bilbo held his breath, put on his most polite face and opened the door with a bow.
"Bilbo, Bilbo, how glad I am to see you." Thorin said with a good-natured handshake. His hands were almost always so smooth, Bilbo thought.
"Likewise Thorin. And might I say, well met." Bilbo smiled, remembering the time when twelve dwarves cursed his doorstep with their well mets, and their bloody insatiable appetites.
Thorin entered his home and took off his fur coat. Only Thorin would think to wear a fur coat in the middle of summer, Bilbo rolled his eyes. Thankfully, Thorin didn't notice.
"Ah, I see you have prepared fish, chips and cheese. An odd combination, I must admit." Thorin's eyes crinkled when he spoke, Bilbo noticed and blushed.
"Cheese is to honour an occasion you might remember." Bilbo murmured softly, nostalgic with the memories.
"Honouring friends is one thing I will always remember. Perhaps a toast to Filli and Killi? My comrades, brothers in all but name, may they rest in peace." Thorin toasted, downing his champagne in one go. Bilbo followed suit.
"Oh, did you hear that Tauriel had her child? Two boys, one looks like Killi and one looks like Filli. She named them that too." Bilbo spoke softly, a tear gently sliding down his cheek as he remembering their deaths in the great battle.
Thorin's eyes were misty too, although he'd never have admitted it. He was suddenly remorseful, regretful, wishing that he had done more to save his brothers, or more in life to honour them. He had funded a memorial at the site of their deaths that shone in the sun and moonlight alike. He thought that would make them smile in death.
"Thorin, you know they chose to fight. And you had no idea that we would win. We all thought that we would fail. They fought for love and for yours and their home. They would hate to see you full of regret when you could be living the life that they can't." Bilbo pleaded with him, having seen the look in his eyes.
"Fine. If we are to live the life they can't, I think about say, twenty shots should be enough right?" Thorin's eyes twinkled with mischief and Bilbo knew he couldn't resist even though these were dangerous waters that he was plunging into.
Twenty shots, a short game of poker and a sudden suggestion of truth or dare, and Bilbo found himself face to face with Thorin's ah, well for lack of a better or sexier word, cock.
And Thorin was smiling now, his eyebrows arching up, waiting for Bilbo to perform the dare.
When Thorin had suggested sucking his cock for a dare, Bilbo had thought he was kidding. But when Thorin started pulling down his pants and pushing Bilbo's head towards there, he realised that no, it wasn't a joke and yes, one of his sexual fantasies was about to come true, unbeknownst to Thorin.
And his cock was fucking huge. He licked the head and contemplated how he was going to fit this gigantic beast inside his mouth. Then he thought he was overthinking and should just go for it. So he did.
He licked it all the way up and then slowly wrapped his mouth around it and inched it slowly down his throat. Thorin was moaning and Bilbo looked up to see the desire and lust in his eyes. He must have been going too slowly because in the next minute, Thorin's hand was pushing on the back of Bilbo's head, forcing his entire cock into Bilbo's mouth.
And it was fucking fantastic.
He licked, sucked and deep throated with ecstasy, all the while hearing Thorin's appreciative moans and delighting when he heard Thorin moan his name. Maybe he'd dreamt about this too, even touched himself to the thought of Bilbo's mouth around his cock. And that thought made him moan, causing vibrations to run along Thorin's cock and he thrust one more time into Bilbo's mouth and then a flow of cum ran down Bilbo's throat, and he lapped it up with eagerness. Thorin smiled down at him and knelt down in front of Bilbo.
"Now it's your turn." Thorin whispered into his ear, seductively and fucking sexy as.
Thorin leant down and took Bilbo's cock in his mouth, going all the way in without hesitation. He licked and sucked and it was all Bilbo could do to not come. And then Thorin started moaning and the vibrations ran all through his body before, finally, he gave in and just screamed Thorin's name as he exploded in Thorin's mouth. He watched Thorin swallow it with hungry eyes and then he collapsed on the floor. Thorin lay down with him and pulled him closed. They held each other and Bilbo finally managed to say what had been on his mind all night, the reason he had asked Thorin to come over for dinner.
"Thorin?" He murmured into his ear.
"Yes?" Thorin replied, nuzzling Bilbo's neck.
"I love you." He whispered and kissed Thorin's lips softly, gently.
"I love you too." Thorin replied and kissed Bilbo with a passion that set his heart and body on fire.