And here's the smut! Woooo. I figure you all saw the rating on this fic so you shouldn't be surprised. But if you're not comfortable with that...well, I guess you should leave? I chose not to make this OVERLY detailed. I MIGHT make an alternate chapter that is another version of this only really detailed and smutty. Haha... Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this! Only one more chapter until the end...And as always, thanks for reading!


Night had fallen like a dark veil over Hobbiton. The tavern still buzzed with merry drunk hobbits but in the surrounding houses the lights were slowly going out as the residents retired to bed. A thousand stars lit up the sky, a thousand diamonds with the moon the crowning jewel. Frodo had settle down in his friend's room to sleep at last, still confused over why his uncle had extended his stay.

Over at Bilbo's it was dark save for the sitting room which was lit only by two slowly burning candles and the blaze of a slowly crackling fire in the hearth. The shadows of Bilbo and his guest danced around the on the walls due to the light of the candles while everything else glowed orange or just sat in the darkness. Thorin sat in the plush arm chair, his hands threading through Bilbo's curly hair while the hobbit straddled his hips, their mouths slowly sliding against one another's in a seductive dance. Both males had their eyes pressed shut as if for fear opening them would end the moment. Bilbo had his arms draped around Thorin's neck and was craned above him so the dwarf had to lean his head back to connect their kisses.

Bilbo could only sigh with content when they paused every so often for breath. He had always wanted to know what it would be like to kiss the King of the Lonely Mountain—and now he knew. When he had come home from the market only to hear Frodo talking to someone he had thought the worse; upon seeing Thorin sitting there conversing with his nephew he wasn't sure what to do. Sure he had longed to see him, but he had left Erebor because he missed the Shire and he couldn't maintain his feelings any longer. To come face to face with the one he held secret feelings for was almost too much. Then having him at the tavern he didn't know what to say. But then slowly he could feel that Thorin wasn't there to condemn him for his feelings in the letters. After all, he wouldn't have come all this way to tell him off would he? A letter would have sufficed. He wasn't expecting the confession that Thorin had given him.

"Since we arrived at Erebor I knew. I loved you."

Thinking of how Thorin had told him made Bilbo groan into Thorin's mouth and shift impossibly closer. Thorin loosened his hands from Bilbo's hair and slide them down to the small of the hobbit's back.

They had left the tavern hand in hand, tip toeing across Hobbiton under the cover of darkness as if they were teenagers out past their curfew until they arrived at the Gamgee residence. After a quick talk to ensure it was okay that Frodo spend the night, the two slipped down the road back to Bilbo's house. Bilbo hadn't even gotten the door open before he felt Thorin pressing up behind him, sneaking small kisses to the side of his neck as he fumbled with the keys. The door had given a click but instead of entering right away Bilbo turned around to face Thorin and the shower of kisses had begun.

Somehow the two had made it into the sitting room without breaking anything. The two pulled away from their amorous embrace for air once again. Both pairs of lips felt as though they were buzzing and neither had the steadiest of hands.

"I had never taken you for the passionate sort," Thorin commented. He pulled Bilbo's face downward so he could bury himself in those wavy curls and take in that smell that was utterly Bilbo.

Bilbo chuckled. "You would have never guessed because I have never alluded to it. I'm a private person."

As Thorin soothed back Bilbo's hair, one of his fingers hit something metallic. Drawing back to get a better look, Thorin examined the metal clip fastened to Bilbo's pointed ears.

"You never took it off." His words came out as a very pleased growl.

Bilbo blushed at the tone of Thorin's words. The possessiveness. "It was a gift. From you. Of course I would-"

The hobbit's comment was cut off when Thorin dragged him into a fierce kiss. The dwarf's hands tried to slide under Bilbo's shirt to get a better feel of him and his warm skin but was hindered by the tight vest the hobbit wore. With an annoyed "tsk" Thorin, much to Bilbo's horror, grabbed the front of his vest with both hands and yanked in opposite directions; the effect was immediate with four bronze buttons flying off into the darkness of the room and Bilbo huffing almost angrily.

"My buttons!" he cried out much to Thorin's amusement. "It's going to take me forever to find them and sew them back on-"

Thorin barely paid any mind. He was already discarding the vest on the floor and was working at the buttons on Bilbo's shirt. "Bilbo, I'll buy you another vest if those buttons are so important to you."

With the shirt and vest finally on the floor Bilbo's bare torso was there to be lavished. Thorin raked his hands across the smooth, hairless skin while his tongue did a slow waltz down his neck and shoulders before biting sharply. Bilbo gave a startled cry that quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure as Thorin began to bite and suck a mark onto the nape of his neck. Bilbo squirmed in Thorin's strong grasp, only proving to intensify the friction building in their trousers.

"This isn't fair," Bilbo mumbled.

Thorin stomped his mouth and drew away leaving a bruise in his wake. His thick brows knitted together in worry. "Is something the matter?"

The smaller of the gazed between them at Thorin's furs and blue tunic. "Here I am nearly bare and you've still got all your clothes."

"You're right my dear hobbit," Thorin chuckled. "Stand up if you would."

Hesitantly Bilbo stood. Thorin stood along with him. His fingers went to the front of his coat and with only a couple moves of his fingers the clasps holding it around him gave way. The heavy material fell to the floor in a pile and after pulling a couple strings across his chest and shrugging the tunic over his head Thorin stood before Bilbo in the same state of dress. The dwarf was very hairy especially in contrast to Bilbo who only had hair on his head, feet and a little on his arms. Thorin's ringed fingers beckoned Bilbo ever closer with a tantalizing waggle and the hobbit immediately replied by closing the distance, wrapping his arms around the king and connecting their mouths once again. Small needy hands went up and down Thorin's muscular back and front, paying extra attention to the taunt muscles of his abdomen. Dark hair covered his chest and formed a line down his navel into the depths of his trousers whereas Bilbo was as bare as a dwarven baby. It was strange for both, neither having dwelled too much on the physical differences of their races, but now having to come face to face with them.

Bilbo broke the kiss and began tracing small circles around Thorin's belly button. "I never realized you were so…"

"Hairy?"

The hobbit cracked a smile. "I was going to say built."

"Oh?" Thorin had a teasing look to his eyes as craned his head down to begin sucking more bruises on the side of the hobbit's neck.

"That is…to say…I'm sure mining….keeps you in excellent-ah! - shape…ah! Thorin-"

Thorin growled out something in Khuzdûl and nipped harder. Bilbo's legs began to shake and he clung to Thorin for support.

"Ah-I can't stand much longer-"

Without needing another invitation Thorin stopped his assault on Bilbo's neck, having left a large bruise, and picked Bilbo up by his hips. Instinctively Bilbo wrapped his legs around Thorin and draped his arms around his neck. With heavy, awkward steps Thorin begins walking.

"Where are we-?"

The words died on Bilbo's lips as Thorin walked across the room and sat Bilbo down on the top of his dining room table.

"Not on the-"

But Thorin was backing up away from him. Silhouetted by the fire place behind him, Thorin kicked off his boots (which he had been meaning to kick off at the door) and began unhooking the large metal clasp of his belt. Bilbo's hazel eyes watched in the semi darkness, wondering how it led up to this. The king of the Lonely Mountain was disrobing before him, a mere hobbit of the Shire, with a desire building between them that rivaled that of the dwarven desire for gold. His display of undressing was arousing to say the least. Although he was hard to see in the darkness, sometimes the shadows danced just right so he could see the line of muscle darting down into his pants, or he could see the silver stripes in his hair.

Why would he choose me? Bilbo wondered for a moment. But his attention was distracted as he heard the metal clink to the floor and the soft thud of pants following suit. Bilbo's mouth went dry as the rest of Thorin's undergarments were dropped to the ground leaving nothing left to the imagination. Thorin watched Bilbo's expression with mild interest; seeing those hazel eyes widen in surprise and his mouth open and close repeatedly as he struggled for words amused him to no end.

"Hobbit." The words were growled out. Thick and heavy sounding as if he had been speaking Khuzdûl.

Bilbo gulped but stared back mischievously. He hooked his fingers into his pants and slowly inched them down, wiggling his hips to get his pants off. Thorin watched Bilbo's display with hungry eyes. Once they were off he glanced up, their eyes connecting.

"Dwarf." His voice wasn't as thick, or as guttural sounding, but it did the trick; said dwarf was upon him within moments, seizing him by the shoulders and forcing him backwards onto the table.

Thorin loomed over him, staring into Bilbo's eyes before shocking him with a simple kiss to the lips.

"You know what I mean to do with you." It was not a question.

"I do." There was no hesitation.

With the back of his hand Thorin brushed some hair out of Bilbo's face. "Then I have your permission to continue?"

Bilbo reached up and mimicked Thorin by brushing some stray strands of hair from his face. His voice when he replied was so soft Thorin almost didn't hear him. "I would have stopped you already if I wanted you to."

"Have you ever…?"

"Not with a man…Y-You?"

Thorin noted Bilbo's sudden nervousness. "Nor have I." He smiled gently a laid a kiss on Bilbo's forehead in a reassuring gesture. "It will be a new experience for the both of us, my hobbit."

"My hobbit…"

Gentle kisses were trailed down to Bilbo's lips before drawing away. "You're beautiful."

Bilbo spluttered a couple times, unable to collect himself and causing Thorin to burst into laughter.

Thorin kissed his forehead again. "You are without equal in my eyes Bilbo Baggins. You who are my most precious..." His voice dipped low as he promised, "I will make it so you never think about loving another."

Despite the shiver at Thorin's words, Bilbo couldn't help but think for a moment of his own precious, that golden ring he had taken from Gollum, and the thought that he didn't know exactly where it was alarmed him for a moment. But he hadn't told anyone of The Ring, not even Gandalf, although he supposed the Gray Wizard had more than a sneaking suspicion. He had to shake himself mentally to draw him back to the present; there was a king who was about to claim in him in the most passionate of way- he couldn't afford to have his thoughts distracted by a ring.

The two of them worked on a sort of autopilot for several minutes. Bilbo adjusted himself on the table, Thorin hunting through the house with only vague instructions from Bilbo and a candle on a quest for some sort of lubricant before the two of them reunited. In the semi-darkness they met together once more in a passionate kiss as Thorin worked on Bilbo to get him ready for what was to come.

"To think," Thorin murmured, "that the very table where you joined our foolish errand…would serve a similar purpose once more."

Bilbo raised a brow in confusion. "Pardon?"

"You and I are joining in a difference sense, no?" Thorin halfheartedly teased.

Bilbo laid back against the hard surface of his dining table, his senses going haywire as Thorin began using his fingers in a sinful way; with the dwarf so close Bilbo could smell him fully and feel the warmth radiating off his chest. Thorin loomed above him, one of Bilbo's legs on either side of his hips. The dwarf's brows were knitted together in silent concentration as he applied the cool gel to himself and his lover, his gut fluttered as though filled with butterflies as doubt began to bubble up.

After all I've done to him do I really deserve this? he wondered for the thousandth time. But a high pitched moan from the hobbit as Thorin twisted a finger around in him set his mind back to the desire he was feeling rather than residual guilt.

Likewise Bilbo was watching Thorin through lust filled eyes, half lidded in the pleasure he was feeling, wondering what would make Thorin, someone who had hated him at the beginning of their journey be willing to love him. I am but a simple hobbit, he thought to himself, and he is royalty… But that look in Thorin's eyes, a mix of determination, love and lust made Bilbo willing to forget his questions until the morning.

Sensing the hobbit's distraction Thorin took the chance to finally begin. He slipped into the hobbit so quickly that Bilbo's yelp of surprise was severely delayed. The pain was there to be sure, and it soon hit Bilbo full force, but he had to admit that he was glad he hadn't had the chance to become nervous before hand. Both males had sweat beading on their foreheads as Thorin began at first in a slow movement of rolling into Bilbo, but as Bilbo's grumbles and grunts of pain became pleasured mewls, heavy breathing and cries, Thorin increased the pace. Thorin muttered curses in his dwarfish tongue while Bilbo continued to gasp in pleasure and cry out if Thorin happened to hit a certain spot. Thorin's eyes swept over the form beneath him as their coupling began to intensify. It was then he noted the pained expression on Bilbo's face that was different than the pain of sex.

"Is something wrong, Love?" Thorin asked, stopping his movements.

Bilbo's face was contorted in pain as he arched upward. "The table…it's not as comfortable as I thought it might be."

Thorin grabbed Bilbo hips and pulled him upward slowly in order to not hurt either of them. Bilbo wrapped his legs around him once more, crying out in extreme pleasure at the shift in angle. "Shall we relocate then?"

Slowly the two began to maneuver through the hobbit hole on their way to Bilbo's bedroom. Along the way Thorin, being driven into a near frenzy by the soft moans coming from Bilbo would pin his back against a bare wall and thrust up into him, enough to make those soft moans erratic cries of the dwarf's name. The assault of kisses between the two kept them breathless. Thorin sensed Bilbo didn't have much will power left to hold him back from completion, so he made more haste to the bed chamber. Thorin had to rely on directions from the hobbit because there was no light in this part of the hobbit hole.

Upon finding Bilbo's room the hobbit found himself being tossed playfully onto the bed. The bed groaned beneath them as the two lovers tumbled onto it.

"That feels much better," Bilbo admitted through heavy breaths.

It was indeed an improvement from the table. Thorin was delighting in the fact he could tower completely over Bilbo, and Bilbo was relishing the fact that his back wasn't up against something so hard and stiff. The only bit of light in the room was moonlight that was streaming in through the windows, elsewise the room was dark. Thorin longed to see his surroundings, to see what Bilbo thought was good enough to decorate his room with, but it would have to wait until morning. The dwarf captured those lovely lips again and as well as re-entered the hobbit.

"Ah-"

Thorin gritted his teeth together. The sounds Bilbo was making were increasing in volume as the hobbit felt more pleasure, and with one look at how he was biting his lip, trying to keep the sounds from escaping Thorin knew he would be coming undone soon. As would he. Bilbo was clutching the sheets below him as Thorin continued to move, his thoughts in disarray and lost in a flurry of blissful pleasure. Bilbo looked up at Thorin, realizing for the first time his eyes had been squeezed shut. Thorin's eyes were staring at him, deep in concentration, sweat on his brow, his mouth slightly agape as he took in quick breaths. Those eyes, so deep with affection and lust were what finally did him in. Thorin, watching Bilbo climax beneath him with a loud grunt followed suit.

The room fell into quiet save for the heavy panting of the two. They parted from each other slowly, both aching in all the right places. Thorin got up from the bed slowly and pulled the covers up so Bilbo could slide beneath them before kissing his forehead and walking out the doorway. Bilbo felt more tired than he thought possible but he yearned to follow Thorin to wherever he was going. He gave a small whine of protest when he was left in the bed but Thorin didn't reply. The hobbit sighed and snuggled into the pillows. From down the hallway he spotted a light on the walls coming closer until it entered the room in the form of a candle that Thorin held.

"I blew out the rest of the candles and put out the fire in the hearth," he explained.

He placed the candle on the nightstand beside the bed and slipped under the covers where he was greeted with open arms. The king smiled contently against the head of curls and drew Bilbo in close.

"Was that to your liking?" Thorin asked. It felt as though this was how it was supposed to be; Bilbo curled up in his arms, their hearts beating rapidly together as one.

Bilbo hummed happily and gave him a squeeze. "It was more than that."

Thorin smiled and kissed the top of his head. "I'm glad you like it, Love."

"I love you Thorin."

The phrase made Thorin's heart skip a beat.

"I love you too Bilbo," he replied, but when he looked down the hobbit was already asleep.

He stayed up a while longer, gazing down at the slumbering form of his new lover, his heart light feeling with love and content. But his mind was still at work in the background. He knew he was in the Shire. His home—his throne—was in Erebor.

I can't stay here forever.

But he wouldn't think about that until the morning. For tonight he belonged to Bilbo, his beloved companion and unexpected love. Thorin turned his head and blew out the candle beside the bed. He wouldn't think about leaving, not while the moon still shone in the sky. But dawn was coming quickly and so Thorin found himself lulled to sleep by the soft breathing of Bilbo Baggins.