Title: TH Gathering

Chapter 4: Alone

Rating: M (this point forward)

Spoiler Alert: The Hobbit (books, maps and movies)

Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations, AU

Pairing: Thorin/Thranduil, Thorin/Bilbo

Summary: Ship: Bilbo is oblivious to the fact that Thorin and Thranduil are fighting over him at a gathering even though he is sitting right there. Bilbo/Thorin and Bilbo/Thranduil to Thorin/Bilbo and Thorin/Thranduil

Thranduil was on his second bottle when he changed his mind about Bilbo. He thought he would tell Bilbo that he wanted his body for a while then after a time they could be friends.

He finished off the bottle determined that it would work and that Bilbo would be thankful. "See you pawing dog? I can be gracious. But Bilbo is going to be mine for a while. I do not even know how you changed my mind."

He opened the third and stared at it. He knew how he had changed his mind. He had given him something far more tempting. A view of what it would be like to be with Thorin. Most of his Elven partners were the exact opposite of Thorin. In those dalliances, Thranduil had been the aggressor so to speak and they were subservient to him. He tried to clear his mind then thought all had but Elrond. He remembered when Elrond had pushed him too far and he stopped things between them.

He went back to thinking about Thorin's hands on his body.

A shuttering breath left his lips as he felt the strong hand on his neck. It didn't suffocate, but held him in place quite firmly.

His eyes fluttered remembering the sliding of his hand up to his chin and the grip that could have broke his bones, but didn't.

He traced his fingers over the area Thorin touched picturing it happening again. He flexed his arm remembering the grab that saved him then held him in place.

He had never liked being pushed around and it had always brought out his lethal fury. But this time when he knew he was beaten, he had found himself giving in. He found he liked it.

More than liked. He craved it. He wanted it again. He wished he would kick his door down and devour him holding nothing back. No civility only primal need. Chills of excitement ran over his skin. He had never before wanted someone to control him. He didn't even like the idea of it. Thinking of it now sickened and aroused him.

He remembered others watching and the way he was disrespectful. "No." He wondered what they saw, heard and thought. "No." He thought about everything else that happened between them and it angered him how he now craved his body and the controlling grip of his hands.

"Why did it feel so good? That is usually how I treat others. Does that feel as good to them as it did to me? No wonder they beg me to keep them. But, I never do." He took a sip. "No. Not happening. Never! I will not let him touch me again. Never."

Thranduil chugged down more wine. He wondered how much it would take before he could control his pride enough to go to Thorin's room.

All thoughts of Bilbo were lost in his drunken haze.

Thorin lay in bed still staring at the ceiling even though a few hours had gone by. He kept glancing at the door he left unlocked in the hopes that Bilbo would come by. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Bilbo was packing his things and leaving in the morning.

Thorin grinned to himself forming a plan while feeling rather stubborn. "I know where you live."

"Threats. Threats."

Thorin's eyes darted down at his door again seeing Thranduil stride in and the door close behind him.

Thorin sat up and looked across the room for his weapon knowing he couldn't get to it before the Elf. "Leave."

"No." Thranduil stumbled forward then righted himself by leaning his hand on his bed.

"You're drunk." Thorin took a deep breath not wanting to deal with him. "Alright. So you know now that you are in the wrong room. Leave."

"No." He pulled the blanket and sheet off of Thorin in one jerk. "It took me four bottles to temper down my disgust, so I could come here to you."

Thorin came up to his knees and grabbed Thranduil's silver robe and pulled him onto the bed on his back. He felt determined that he was going to murder him.

He had raised one fist into the air to pummel Thranduil's skull into hundreds of pieces when he saw on Thranduil's face that he liked it. His eyes were barely open. His lips parted, and moved with each breath as his tongue flicked out at the corner of his mouth.

"Just do not kill, disfigure me or cut my hair. I am fine with anything else." He gasped in air through parted lips that smelled of wine.

Thorin realized too late that he was naked and had straddled him. He let go of his neck and lowered his fist slowly. The same strange feeling came over him again.

He didn't want to take his life, but he wanted to take everything else from him. His pride. His freedom. His body. He wanted to torment him till he heard him beg for more then and only then would he take him.

Thorin pushed off of him at the awareness of his own desires. "No. Leave."

"I am not leaving." He leaned up tipping his head back. His golden silk hair was fanned out over the bed. "Why did you stop?"

Thorin grit his teeth not wanting to have this argument because he was making things worse. "I want you out."

"I want you in." Thranduil's words slurred, but his half closed eyes stayed on Thorin's body and his face. He lay back completely and ran one hand down his covered chest then undid one of the small clasps on the front after he moved his broach to the side. "You put me here."

"Stop."

"You do not want me to stop." His eyebrow rose then his eyes tracked down to Thorin's hips where his impressive hardness protruded. "You obviously do not want me to stop or leave." He undid another clasp giving himself a few moments to survey the other man's ripped abs and thickly muscled chest. "Your shoulders are so much more impressive without the clothing, but I expected you to have a lot of hair. Guess I was wrong." He licked his lips picturing his tongue running over his body. He could almost taste him already.

Thorin looked around for his pants while Thranduil kept opening the silver clips on his robe.

Thranduil watched him moving around the room. "Why not come to bed?"

Thorin finally found them and started dragging them on. "You insult me saying you had to get drunk before you came to me and now you're undressing like there's any remote chance this is happening. We have a combative history…you and I. In what realm of fantasy is there any chance anything would ever happen between us other than murder? I guess you're more messed up than I thought, now get out."

"That looks uncomfortable. Take them back off." Thranduil undid the last clasp and tossed the halves open showing his toned chest and abdomen framed in the shimmering material. His long legs were wrapped in tight pants with boots that came up to his knees. He remembered doing something similar to finally break Elrond. "Join me."

When Thorin didn't speak or move, Thranduil got up and shrugged out of his robe tossing it toward a chair. "Why are you resisting?"

Thorin stepped back banging into a table. "We are practically enemies. Get out."

"I know. I never would have thought that could make this better." He undid his belt and his pants.

The folded back material revealed creamy toned muscles that fascinated Thorin, and his hands shook with the need to pry them farther open. He was so close and willing. Thorin fought with himself. Touch. Kill him. Taste. Throw him out. Lick. Pound his face in. Take.

Thorin scooted back moving the table with him. "No, it makes it worse." He closed his eyes and could still see him. He opened them seeing that Thranduil was slowly rocking his hips walking closer.

Thorin couldn't help the rush of adrenalin as he took in the view. The long draping clothing had made him appear less muscular than he was. His body was not bulky like his, but there was no mistaking he had the lean muscle of a warrior who had battled for thousands of years.

He watched as Thranduil removed his boots and the last of his clothing. Thorin's arms trembled with the need to go to him and touch him. He didn't know how much more he could take before he gave in to him especially now that he was completely nude in all his toned beauty. "I should have killed you."

"Come now. You want me…no...you want my body, but you do not want me. How can we make this work? I need your hands on me." He started moving his hands over himself as if Thorin were doing it. "I need you."

"I may admire your body. But you? Not you." His voice didn't sound so sure any more.

Thranduil didn't know how Thorin held out like this. No one had ever before. He started to think that he might actually have to leave…alone. Then he had an idea. "When we are alone together. I am not me. I am not the Elvenking." He took off his crown and set it down. He fluffed his hair letting it mostly cover his ears. It took him a few moments to say the next word because he struggled inside. "Please."

He saw that got Thorin's attention as his breathing had sped up. Thranduil closed the remaining distance and took both of Thorin's braids in his hands toward the top. He slid his hands down the braids then lightly tugged. It tipped Thorin's head down an inch causing him to run his eyes down Thranduil's body taking in a long survey of his sculpted form.

Thorin lifted his hands to touch him then stopped himself. He flexed his hands bunching the muscles in his arms and shoulders. "If you push me too far, I will hurt you."

Thranduil put his greedy hands on Thorin's chest then ran them up to his shoulders pushing back his dark wavy hair. He looked great, but felt even better. "I want you."

Thorin grabbed his wrists and jerked him to the side closer to the door. "You've had your fun and games. You are not going to have me. Now go."

Thranduil's frustration ratcheted up still seeing that Thorin wanted him, but was stopping himself. He was truly insulted that he had been without apparel for a few minutes now and was not being worshiped as he was accustomed. He felt the impact that he was not enough to fully tempt the Dwarf King.

"Go, go, go. Is that all you can say? A few empty threats? I expected more from you. The great Dwarf King Under the Mountain. I should have known you were ALL talk. You did not even put up much of a fight when you were put in my cells." He strolled over to the bed and touched his thy to it. "How do your people deal with having such a weakling for a King? Well, not even a real King because you do not take that which you want. Nothing but a dog on a leash. Maybe I should have one made for you. You can be my Doggie Dwarf. I will put you back in my cells and take you out for a walk on your hands and knees now and then when I please."

Thranduil found himself landing on the bed with a bounce then being pinned face down even as his head was pulled back by his long hair. He gasped out in shock then moaned at the sensation that he could not get away even if for some unknown reason he changed his mind and wanted too. He didn't. He arched his back as best he could while wanting more.

Thranduil moved his head to the side only to feel it jerked back. His eyes closed momentarily savoring the sensation of surrender to someone stronger than he was. It was addictive and only made his need escalate as Thorin's hardness rubbed against him.

"Do you want this? Is this what you want?" Thorin growled out savoring the sensation of controlling the Elf again. It fed something dark inside him that he had never let out before.

"Yes." Thranduil tried to move against him only to be held down more firmly. "Yes."

Thorin ground himself against him while smelling the sweetness of his blond hair and feeling the flexing of his body. "Who is going to wear a leash?"

Thranduil answered without thought. "I will."

Thorin leaned over to his side and pulled Thranduil's body with him. "Touch yourself. I want to see you do it again." Thorin moved off of the bed.

"Thorin? Do not leave me here. I cannot stand it." Thranduil pleaded as Thorin walked to the other side of the room. Thranduil let go of himself and slammed his fist into the mattress as his frustration took over.

Thorin grabbed a bag and turned back to his bed.

Thranduil panted watching his return. He hated that he was so very thankful and eagerly waiting.

"Do what I said." He bit down on Thranduil's shoulder making his body jerk as Thranduil let out a cry. The pain burst from his shoulder then dulled mixing with the throbbing of his body. He pulled against Thorin thankful that he could not get away. It was like tangibly feeling Thorin's desire for him. His brain fogged causing him to lose all conscious thought, and his only existence was the sensations his body was feeling.

When Thorin's teeth lessened their grip and Thranduil felt his tongue slide over his skin, his hand just moved to grip himself starting a slow but tight stroke at the base. Thorin reached forward sliding his hand over his tip then down to where Thranduil's hand gripped. Thranduil let go allowing Thorin to spread the oil all over him.

Thorin moved Thranduil's leg more to the side and probed with his fingers readying him. Thranduil moaned feeling the slickness of his fingers and knew now why Thorin had left the bed. It was maddening to Thranduil at how slow Thorin was taking it. He then thought he was doing in on purpose to torture him.

His breathy words floated out of his parted mouth. "I am fine. Continue."

Thorin pushed forward moving Thranduil farther onto his stomach then leaned holding him down to the bed again trapping Thranduil's hand under him. "Are you telling me what to do Elf?"

Thranduil felt a firm swat on his ass that caused him to gasp. It took a moment before he could answer. "No." The slap made him think of Thorin vigorously thrusting inside him causing his body to smack against him. Thranduil moaned when Thorin's hand kneaded the area where he had just reddened.

Thranduil's hips moved on their own sliding his oiled hardness against his hand only to have his arm pulled behind his back and lifted up almost to the point of pain. Thranduil jerked and thrashed causing his hair to spill over his back. He felt his arm pushed higher. He cried out feeling the pressure lessen as he panted. He felt his hair being moved to the side and teeth grazed on the back of his neck. He opened his mouth to speak and the teeth bit down, but not as hard as before. Thranduil heard himself half panting and half whimpering as he tried to remain still.

"Do you want me to continue?" Thorin threatened with a question knowing that his heated breath was tingling the moist skin on Thranduil's neck.

"Yes." Thranduil sounded breathless with anticipation.

"When you say yes, you need to say who you are talking to." Thorin leaned back some and stared moving his wicked fingers back to where they were before.

"Thorin."

"King Thorin…so it is yes King Thorin. Say it." He had a hold of his hair with his other hand lifting his face off of the mattress.

Thranduil pressed back against him feeling his head pulled to the side so they could watch each other. "Yes, King Thorin."

Thorin removed his hand and rubbed himself against him letting him feel what was waiting for him. "Beg." Thorin saw what that one word sparked in Thranduil's eyes.

Thranduil became aware even in his hedonistic haze that this whole time he was trying to seduce Thorin into doing what he wanted that he was the one being played.

Thranduil gasped as he felt the hard length press against him rubbing, but never entering. "No."

"No? You do not want me. You want me to stop? I can let you go and you will leave having never truly known everything that I am. Is that what you want?"

"I will not beg." Thranduil swallowed knowing that when he said the word 'beg' that he drew it out and his muscles flexed wanting more. "You ask too much."

"Come now, that is one simple thing to do to get everything you want." Thorin reached foreword putting his hand over Thranduil's so he was grinding against him from behind and firmly sliding their hands down Thranduil's length to squeeze harder at the base at the same time. His mouth nipped at his back as he growled in his ear. "Don't you want me to have you? Don't you want all of me?" He reached lower stroking letting the side of his hand graze his thy as he moved.

"Yes." Thranduil's strangled voice came out. "King Thorin."

"Then you know what to say."

"Please. I am begging you. Take me."

And Thorin did. His muscular body easily moved Thranduil the way he wanted him. He worked himself inside maddened by the way Thranduil moved with him.

Biting. Moaning. Thrusting. Their bodies worked together while hands stroked and grabbed. Neither of them had truly known how much they needed what the other was giving until they found themselves given over to the heat and working of strong muscles. Changing of positions. Tasting and being tasted.

They grappled with each other finding they could push the other to give more till their eyes met and locked together. Thorin slowed his movements taking Thranduil's jaw to tip his neck to give him better access to his mouth. He hesitated searching Thranduil's sapphire eyes understanding and knowing that he was understood in that they needed each other and he had nothing to do with what their bodies were striving for.

Thranduil took one of Thorin's braids tugging his lips closer till they met in a soft press while their eyes remained connected. The moment passed and Thorin eagerly fed from his mouth as his body picked back up where he left off. Thorin gripped the side of Thranduil's face and jaw holding his mouth in place as his hips trusted to the same movement his twisting hand had on Thranduil's length.

When Thorin kissed him with all the force and fervor that his body was giving him, Thranduil felt himself go over the edge. Thorin couldn't help but react to the scream that he tore from Thranduil's lips. Thorin growled with exertion and restraint knowing he didn't need either any longer and let himself follow over the edge as well.

Thranduil struggled for air as he turned his body more so he could see Thorin better. The alcohol had long worn off and he knew everything he had said should have pricked his pride causing him to storm out. Strangely enough, it didn't. He couldn't understand the feelings he was having and told himself it was just the after euphoria. He contemplated leaving like Thorin had wanted before. He didn't think Thorin would want him to stay since they were done. He wanted to stay now even more than before, but started to rise.

A strong arm pulled him down. "You're not going anywhere just yet." Thorin rolled onto his back and pulled Thranduil so that he rested his head on his chest and shoulder. "Just rest. You can hate me tomorrow and storm out in a prissy fit. Make sure you put something on before you do." Thorin ran his hand over the bite mark on Thranduil's shoulder that was even now healing.

Tears stung Thranduil's eyes as he moved his arm over Thorin's waist and relaxed against him.

Thorin stroked his hair for a while till he noticed Thranduil's state. "Did I harm you? Do you have any broken bones?"

Thorin could have sworn he heard a sniffle. Thorin was at a loss because his concern made things worse.

Thranduil wiped at a tear that fell. "No. You did not hurt me physically."

Thorin took a deep breath. "The pretty ones are always the most complicated."

Thranduil smacked his hand down hard on Thorin's chest and sat up. "Now you say I am pretty?"

Thorin looked at him seeing his sad yet angry eyes. He would have never thought that the Elvenking cried, but he saw the shimmer of tears over sapphire. "You are, but if you ask me tomorrow I will deny it. Now, how did I hurt you?"

"When I first took off my clothes, you never once paid me a compliment." He lay back down and stroked his chest where he had smacked.

"I didn't know if I was going to kill you or fuck you at the time, so it should be a given that it was probably not the time for you to hear me say something like hey Elf nice ass." Thorin went back to petting his hair. "You temp me beyond my pride and my anger's ability to resist. I gave in to you. That should make you happy and that is a compliment. Now, be quiet and sleep. We can fight tomorrow."

"I am not trying to fight with you right now." Thranduil felt Thorin's nipple next to his mouth so he flicked out his tongue.

"Uhuu." Thorin leaned forward grabbing at the blankets and tossed it over them then settled Thranduil back down. "Sleep."

Thranduil felt himself drifting and relished Thorin's warmth that blazed like a fire. "Alright, but only because I want too."

A/N: That went a little different than I thought. A little pain and little torture? LOL! Ok, I guess I need to focus on Thorin/Bilbo next. *takes deep breath knowing that chapter will be vastly different from this one…or similar in that Thorin may find himself on the reverse side of the situation*