Forever Mine 3

The following week was uneventful and the brothers settled back into their routines easily enough. Fili spent the days in the forge with his uncle while Kili helped train younger dwarves for archery and combat. The older prince had not had any strange feelings for his little brother since the day they had returned, although he did catch himself staring at Kili quite often lately. He had always thought Kili was beautiful, but something about him lately was almost mesmerizing. Fili found himself studying everything about his brother's face, his hair, his lithe form. Kili did not seem to notice his brother's lingering gazes and it wasn't long before Fili stopped worrying if he watched the boy too long.

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One sunny afternoon Fili found himself with nothing to do at the forge. He and Thorin had completed the few orders they had and had cleaned and organized the forge better than it had been in years. After walking around aimlessly for 10 minutes, Thorin finally made Fili leave for the day, grumbling about his nephew's lack of motivation and nervous energy. Fili jumped at the chance to leave early, for those days were rare. He bolted from the forge and made his way to the training yard and his brother.

Kili was sparring with a young dwarf about Fili's size whose skill was no match for the dark haired prince. The dwarf wasn't sparring so much as merely trying to block the many blows expertly delivered by the youngest heir of Durin. Fili couldn't help but chuckle at Kili as he all but chased the other dwarf from the ring. When he turned and saw his older brother, Kili's opponent was immediately forgotten as he came rushing over to Fili.

"What did that poor boy ever do to you, brother?" Fili laughed.

"He'll never learn to defend himself if I go easy on him. Uncle taught me that, and you too," Kili replied looking nonplussed. "Spar with me, won't you? I haven't had a challenging sparring partner in weeks!"

For an instant, Fili saw the image of his brother as he had seen it in his mind in the wilderness. Shirtless and sweaty, with a wanton look in his eyes, as he asked Fili to spar with him. He pushed the image from his mind as he removed his coat. He picked up two blunted falchions and stepped into the ring. Kili's eyes sparkled with excitement as he lunged at his brother.

The two heirs of Durin had trained not only with Dwalin, but with their uncle as well and were quite a sight to behold when facing each other. It wasn't long before the other dwarves in the training yard gathered around the ring to watch the spectacle. It was nearly impossible for either brother to get a hit in at the other because both could sense each other's movements. Each strike and blow was blocked flawlessly every time and their fight resembled a perfectly choreographed dance rather than a sparring session.

Fili knew that Kili would get bored quickly if one of them didn't get the upper hand soon. So he faked left then faked right, catching Kili off guard and knocking him to the ground. He thought the match was over and let his guard down long enough for Kili to swing his leg off the ground and take out both of Fili's. The blond prince landed flat on his back and his brother was sitting on his chest in an instant. Kili held his practice sword to Fili's throat and smiled wickedly.

"Do you yield, brother?" He growled and Fili thought he saw something in Kili's eyes that seemed darker than just playful mischief.

"Aye," he replied breathlessly. Kili stared at him for a moment longer, the deep brown eyes peering into Fili's very soul. But in an instant the moment was gone and Kili was off his chest and helping Fili to his feet. The dark look in his eye was replaced by his usual childlike sweetness, but Fili could not forget that look for the rest of the afternoon.

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That night, after finishing his bath, Fili took his customary place on the floor beside the fire and waited for his younger brother. It had been their routine since Kili was old enough to braid, for the brothers to sit by the fire after bathing, as Kili braided his brother's golden hair. There was a comforting familiarity in the weekly routine that both the young dwarves looked forward to, sitting on the floor, facing each other, legs wrapped around each other's hips.

This night was no different. Kili pulled on his night shirt and settled between his older brother's legs. He combed and separated the long strands that hung like gold ribbons around Fili's face, and began to braid.

With his eyes focused intently on the task at hand, the dark haired prince didn't notice his brother's intense gaze. Tonight, like so often lately, Fili couldn't take his eyes off Kili. The way his ebony tresses fell like curtains around his young face, his pink tongue protruding ever so slightly between his lips, brows furrowed in concentration, he was perfect. Fili felt a stirring in his groin followed immediately by an overwhelming sense of guilt.

I shouldn't feel this way about him, not yet. He thought shamefully, he's hardly more than a stripling. What is wrong with me? I should give him time, let him explore love and passion on his own, he probably wouldn't think of me like that anyway. But the mere thought of Kili with another, anyone other than himself, made Fili ill and filled him with jealousy. He protectively slid his arms around Kili's waist as the younger continued with his work.

"Finished," Kili announced, unnecessarily, as he did every time, looking up at his older brother with his usual smile. Fili was entranced by the way the fire sparkled in Kili's eyes and did not think to release his hold on the younger's waist. The boy stared at him for another moment before he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on Fili's lips. It was tender and chaste, a kiss of innocence and inexperience, but it ignited a fire within Fili's loins that he could not control.

As Kili pulled away, his brother caught his chin with his hand and held him inches from his face. Fili traced the line of Kili's slightly parted lips with his thumb and released a quivering breath. He leaned forward and kissed his younger brother gently, moving his lips slowly against Kili's. At first, the boy did not respond and Fili was momentarily worried that he had gone too far. Then Kili began to mimic the movements of his lips, emboldening his older brother.

Fili moved his hand from Kili's chin to the back of his head, weaving it through the silky black strands. He opened his mouth and prodded Kili's lips gently with his tongue, begging for entrance. His brother seemed to understand and parted his lips slightly, allowing Fili to slide his tongue between them. Kili sighed softly when his brother's tongue touched his own, causing the golden haired prince to pull him closer, bringing their groins together. He slowly slid his hands down to cup Kili's firm bottom and the dark haired prince wrapped his arms around his brother's shoulders.

Slipping his lips off his brother's, Fili kissed his way across Kili's jawline and down his throat, eliciting a beautiful moan from his soft lips. Keeping one hand firmly squeezing the swell of Kili's backside, Fili languidly slid the other up under his night shirt, grazing the sensitive flesh over his ribs with his fingertips. The dark haired prince shuddered and wrapped his arms tighter around Fili's neck. He grabbed a handful of blond hair and clung to it tightly as he mewled softly.

"Kili!" Their mother's voice called from the hall, "Kili darling, go and help your uncle bring in the firewood!"

Kili pulled away from his brother as if he'd been burned. "Um…Fili…I, Mother, um…firewood," He quickly stood up and fidgeted nervously, bringing his hands down to cover the obvious erection tenting his nightshirt. Fili looked away to spare his brother some embarrassment, his own member achingly hard.

The younger prince went hastily for the door, stopping when his brother called to him.

"You should probably put on some pants first."

The color that rose is Kili's cheeks made him even more beautiful, Fili thought. He watched as Kili quickly tugged on some breeches and bolted for the door. He was kissing me back! He didn't push me away, or act disgusted. Fili stretched out on the rug in front of the fire. How long would it have lasted if Mum hadn't called him? Does he want me too? But how could he? Kili was still a boy, too young to think of pleasures of the flesh, wasn't he?

As Fili lay there, pondering what had just transpired, his arousal seemed to call to him. He slid his hand into his breeches and made quick work of his erection. He stroked hard and fast, an image of Kili laying naked beneath him in his mind. Fili climaxed into his own hand and after wiping it off on a discarded sock, climbed into bed to wait for Kili.

His intention had been to remain awake, and resume the foreplay when his brother returned. But now, in the warmth of the bedroom, feeling sated from his orgasm, Fili quickly dozed off into sleep. He was already dreaming when Kili returned, and did not stir when the younger heir climbed into bed beside him. Kili snuggled against his older brother as he did every night, and in his sleep Fili wrapped his arms around the other prince, his love, his One.

Thanks so much for reading! I promise a little more naughtiness in the following chapters! Reviews are always welcome!