Hey, guys! Back at it again with Ch 3! I got a review and that's what I base how often I upload a chapter on so here it is! Thank you so much for reviewing! 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 please enjoy! **Yaoi warning***

Chapter 3

Pippin woke up with a thirst that he thought he would never quench as he grabbed the canteen to suck in some delicious water. He gulped down the water like his life depended on it. When he finally put down the canteen and opened his eyes Gandalf was watching him. "Feel better?" Gandalf asked with his eye brows raised slightly. Pippin nodded as he blushed. "Good then we better hurry."

Pippin nodded yet again as he went to get up he noticed that his clothes were damp. He must have sweated, he thought. He brought some extra clothes just in case. He took off his shirt and went to one of the bags in search of his clothes. He checked the bags closest to him first, but didn't find them. He then walked over to Gandalf's side of the room and was about to rummage through the large bags when Gandalf's hand appeared with a set of dry clothes.

Pippin's small hands went to the clothes as his face brightened happily. He noticed that Gandalf's eyes were looking at Pippin's exposed chest. Pippin gasped sharply, grabbed the clothes, and pushed them into his chest, "T-thank you." He told Gandalf with a weak soft voice.

Gandalf grunted, "We better hurry up and pack up." He said simply as he bustled around and packed.

Pippin changed quickly then packed his things into his packs.

Pippin watched Gandalf load up the horse with each pack as he ate his breakfast slowly. He moaned at the sweet taste of the lembas as he closed his eyes to savor the flavor. He loved the sweet taste of the bread.

Pippin was driving Gandalf crazy; first, the dream that Pippin had about him, second, the hunt for his clothes after swiftly taking of his shirt and exposing his chest to Gandalf, and third, moaning over bread as he sucked on his fingers. Dear lord, it would be a miracle if Gandalf refrained from taking the little hobbit before this journey was over.

Gandalf sighed wantonly as he watched Pippin pop another piece of the bread into his mouth and suck on his pointer finger. He then chewed, moaned, and licked his lips as he enjoyed his food. Gandalf wondered if Pippin had always enjoyed his food in such an erotic way. Or if it was the fact that Gandalf now wanted the little hobbit that had heightened his sincerity to him. It did seem that Pippin's every move was made in such away that it made Gandalf grow slightly ridged. Did the little hobbit not realize how unbelievably sexy he was? Gandalf mused.

Pippin was so sweet, Gandalf wondered if he would enjoy eating him as much as Pippin enjoyed eating that bread.

Pippin opened his eyes and blushed as he caught Gandalf staring at him. "Gandalf?" Pippin said with uncertainty in his tone.

Gandalf realized why the little hobbit was uncomfortable, he was staring at Pippin's small, full, wet, lips. Gandalf tore his eyes away from Pippin to tighten a strap on the packs. "Come. We are ready to leave here." Gandalf said as he walked over to Pippin. He helped him up on to the horse, then straddled the horse behind Pippin's rump, and flicked the reigns.

Pippin felt tired as the sun started to set but he didn't dare fall asleep. He had noticed that Gandalf was ridged when he had first straddled the horse behind him. As they rode on Pippin watched at Gandalf's large hand fondled his chest. He swallowed a moan as one of the large fingertips rubbed against one of his nipples. Obviously it was accidental but, it felt so intentional, Pippin thought. "G-Gandalf?" Pippin's soft voice was almost breathless.

"Yes, Pippin?" Gandalf asked.

Pippin gulped as his small hands grabbed Gandalf's hand to stop its movements. "I-I know that.. this is accidental.. but... Could you not rub me.. like that? I-I'm sensitive..." Pippin said awkwardly as he blushed with embarrassment.

Gandalf's eye brows rose as he glanced down at the little hobbit. "Sensitive?" He asked.

Pippin's face flushed a bright scarlet, "y-yes... Very... So, please.. don't rub me..."

Gandalf slowed the horse down to a slight trot as his hand pushed Pippin back hard against Gandalf's chest. The little hobbit gasped sharply in surprise. Gandalf's ridged member pressed against Pippin's rump with hard persistence. Pippin gasped as his small body shivered, "G-G-Gandalf..." He stuttered as his mind and body were overwhelmed with Gandalf's unsuspecting movements. Pippin wondered if this was a dream for only a second but, remembered the eye was always in the dreams. And Gandalf always had dull lifeless eyes.

Pippin craned his head back to look up at Gandalf. Gandalf looked down at Pippin. Pippin gasped as his bright blue eyes widened and his soft, pink, lips trembled. Gandalf's eyes weren't dull nor lifeless, they were glassy with lust.

Gandalf stopped the horse and got off. "We need more water." Gandalf grumbled as he took Pippin and slid him down his body to the ground. He then grabbed the canteen and took off to the small river that they had come across.

Pippin panted breathlessly as he tried to steady his buzzing body and thumping heart. What just happened? He asked himself. The lust in Gandalf's eyes was unmistakable. Was he just imagining Gandalf's lust or was Gandalf actually aroused? He wondered. Pippin remembered the long, hardness he felt against his rump. So, there was no way that Pippin imagined that look. Pippin gulped and panted breathlessly as he tried to wrap his head around it all. He was still so confused. He needed answers, he decided.

When he caught his breath and steadied his heart he went to the river where Gandalf went. He saw Gandalf sitting on a large rock with his face in his hands, the canteen sat beside him on the rock. Pippin looked at him with slight pain in his eyes. He must regret it, Pippin thought.

Pippin was about to go to him to make it right when a large arm grabbed him, "AH!" Pippin cried out as he was lifted up against a large, hard, chest. The hobbits body shook with fear as a large knife was pressed against his throat. Pippin's eyes watered as small fearful gasps escaped his mouth. "P-please.. let me go..." He said in a soft, shaky, voice as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Unhand him, troll!" Pippin heard Gandalf say. Pippin's eyes shot to Gandalf standing below his dangling feet. He realized then that he was about 8 feet or more in the air. Pippin's heart raced in his chest as more tears left his eyes.

"Mm, hobbit make good snack." The troll said in his deep, gravelly, voice.

Pippin cried more, "y-you don't want to eat me! I-I'm small! And thin! I wouldn't be very filling!" He said as more tears rolled down his cheeks.

The trolls hot breath hit Pippin's face as the troll sniffed him, "Mm, sweet." The troll mummered. Pippin's body shivered against the troll. The tears ran down his neck on to the blade that was pressing into his throat. Pippin's small, soft, fearful, gasps left his mouth as his lips trembled while his eyes tried to look at the troll. The trolls head was hovering close to Pippin's head. He saw the troll lick his lips out of the corner of his eye.

The troll eyed Gandalf with a smirk as his large tongue rolled out of his mouth and touched Pippin's soft, supple, flesh, on his neck. Pippin gasped as he squeezed his eyes shut. His body trembled as the hot, wet, tongue dragged along Pippin's neck to his face, his face scrunched up in disgust. The tongue pulled away and the troll mummered, "Mm, salty."

The blade pulled away from Pippin's neck and he opened his eyes. The troll guided the blade down Pippin's chest to his shirt. Pippin gasped as his body shook with fear. "P-please... st..op..." He cried helplessly.

Pippin heard his shirt tearing as the troll skillfully cut through the fabric. "Hobbit, tasty. Hobbit, sweet. Hobbit, soft. Want to taste more of hobbit." The troll said as he continued to cut through Pippin's clothes.

"Let go of him, Troll!" Gandalf said again this time he had his staff pointed at the troll.

Pippin's shirt dropped off of him in shreds as small whimpers left his small mouth. "No! Hobbit mine!" The troll yelled at Gandalf as he thrust the knife at Gandalf. The troll was angry, "Want to taste hobbit! Hobbit tastes good!" The troll yelled at Gandalf and took Pippin into his large hand.

"Ah!" Pippin yelled out as his small body was fumbled around in the large hand. He tried to grip on to the rough callused hand but there was no where to grip. The large thumb of the troll flipped him over on to his back as his other large fingers held him in place. Pippin's eyes were wide as he look up at the large troll's head. The trolls tongue rolled out of his mouth as he looked at Pippin. Pippin gasped as he tried to scoot away from the tongue but the fingers held him down. "Please... don't!" Pippin cried out in vain as the tongue landed down on his stomach.

As the tongue slowly ran up Pippin's body Gandalf saw an opportunity to hit the distracted troll. Gandalf hit the troll with a powerful blast from his staff hitting the troll in the chest. The trolls tongue left Pippin's flesh as the huge monster let out a pained scream. The monster's fingers left Pippin as he jostled about the large hand. "AH!" Pippin cried out as he tried to grab for one of the fingers but was in vain because of his slippery torso. He tumbled off of the large hand as the monster tumbled to the ground. "AHHH! GANDALF!" Pippin screamed as he fell toward the ground.

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