AN: I don't own any of The Hobbit characters I am just taking them out of Tolkien's toy box and playing with them.
Warning: Slash.
Warning: Mentions of sex/sex scenes.
Warning: Food Porn.
Warning: Threesome.
Warning: Fluff.
Warning: Cross dressing.
Warning: Do cousins count as incest?
Warning: Bondage/mild BDSM.
LovesDragons: This is for you. I have even redone the pairings I have already wrote.
Thirteen Loves.
Thorin.
Bifur awoke slowly, a soft smile on his face appearing as he recognised the carved and painted ceiling above him. The mattress he lay on was deliciously soft and the light of a single guttering oil lamp caught the golden embroidery on the curtains of the four poster bed. The warmth at his side drew his attention to the dwarf curled up in bed with him. He slowly raised a hand and carded his fingers through the silver streaked black hair. His smile deepened as the dwarf snuggled further into his body heat, almost purring as he continued the petting. He would have never thought he would catch the attention of the king himself and planned on making the most of every moment he had with his Hrun, whether that be the energetic lovemaking of the previous night or a rare leisurely morning such as this one. The heavy arm over his waist tightened and he met sleep-hazed blue eyes with a charming smile. Tilting his head ever so slightly Bifur pressed a gentle kiss to still swollen lips, before leaning their foreheads together in greeting. The candle finally guttered out and Bifur decided the morning was too early and so drawing Thorin closer to him, he wrapped his arms around the sturdy, but slender waist and pulled the furs over them once again.
Gloin.
Bifur watched the younger, red head in front of him carefully. The brown eyes were alight with passion and the broad hands flew. He knew this dwarf as a member, however distant of the Line of Durin, and yet despite the class difference the Dwarrow before him drew him in, as if he were a moth to a flame. He found himself visiting the tavern night after night, until the not quite of age dwarf, only two years younger than himself had met his eyes with a brilliant smile and offered a hand of friendship. That friendship grew and Bifur found himself sneaking away from his carving and studies to see the red head. Gloin always welcomed him with a quick comment and a large hug. It was Gloin who made the first move and the night before his coming of age Bifur found himself tumbled into a bed, gasping between kisses just the right side of hard, rough hands removing his clothing as he scrabbled with the ties of Gloin's tunic. Their moans had filled the darkness of Bifur's rented rooms, and they had fallen asleep with Gloin still in him. Bifur had found himself awoken on the morn of his coming of age with a soft kiss to the nose and pancakes.
Filí.
Bifur always thought he was too old, too damaged for the prince who was like a ray of the sun itself. He always expected the blonde to come to his senses and leave him for someone more worthy. Yet when Filí smiled at him he would do anything for the younger dwarf, when a warm kiss was dropped alongside the axe in his head he felt loved, and when those muscular arms were around him he felt safe. He jumped at any chance to spend time with the prince and it was one of these chances that found him dressed in furs and leather walking through the dark undergrowth of a forest, the air around them smelling of damp, decaying leaves and pine, the bow and quiver he carried bouncing softly against his back, a hunting knife at his side and a shiv tucked in his boots. Filí walked at his right, and Bifur couldn't help but shoot him an admiring glance despite their mission. The blonde's hair was loose down his bare back reaching to the tops of his thighs, braided only with two simple plaits to keep it from his eyes. His feet were bare and his only clothing consisted of a knee-length, dark, leather kilt, and the straps that crossed his chest and held his two swords to his back, at his waist hung a leather whip. The arm closest to Bifur was painted in a dark swirling tattoo, indicative of the other's deeds and his blue eyes shone in the rare light that managed to filter in.
A soft huff brought Bifur's attention to the black wolf at his left and he frowned down at his brown eyed companion. He didn't need his own hunt-kin mocking him. From Filí's right a deep-brown, wolf let out a scolding yelp and Bifur frowned at the blue-eyed canine, he would be the one to inform his hunt-kin of the mistake made. Filí chuckled softly beside him and he shot the dwarf a rare smile, entangling their fingers while they still had a moment alone. The breeze brought a new smell to them and with a soft increase of pressure they unlinked their hands and drew their weapons, sidling out of the dubious safety of the trees. The forest dipped away into a treeless valley, the valley was normally empty, but this night it was filled with tents and fire and noise. The wolves drew back into the shadows of the trees and Bifur dropped to a crouch so as not to be silhouetted against the sky, catching sight of Filí doing the same by his side. Heart in his throat Bifur allowed the callused hand at his elbow to draw him away from the camp and back into the trees. Eyes never leaving the intruders the two dwarves slipped into the shadows once again, wolves once again at their sides as this time Bifur ran through the trees, Filí a constant at his side as the went to call the mountain to arms.
Nori.
The first time Bifur had met Nori he had nearly broken the thief's hand upon finding him trying to steal his coin purse. Then he had met green eyes with his own, seen the emotions the other dwarf was trying to hide and softened, allowing the slender fingers to slip from his grasp and the thief to flee the scene. He had thought that would be the end of his contact with the mysterious dwarf, and yet had soon found himself bumping into the other at regular intervals, which he didn't think odd until he realised the guard never managed to catch the male. Making his mind up he had blurted out an invite to a party and so was now leaning casually against a wall, dressed in skin-tight leathers watching the green-eyed menace charming his host. When he had first caught sight of the thief his palms had gone sweaty and he'd had to bite his lip against the gasp that threatened to escape. In contrast to Bifur's own wolf costume, the other male was dressed in delicately ripped leathers, that showed flashes of creamy skin when he moved. Two pointed ears were perched in his hair, the red mass of which was braided into a thick long braid down his back. He had painted his nose black, a tail was attached to the back of his pants, but the part of the costume that really caught Bifur's eye was the collar around the other dwarf's throat. Bifur smiled, flashing his teeth as green eyes sought him out, he really couldn't wait to have the thief in his bed, dressed in naught but that collar. Predator grin still in place Bifur stalked forward, eyes still locked on Nori's. Ignoring the whoops and cat-calls, he swept the dwarf in to his arms and kissed him deeply, the fingers of one hand wrapped possessively around that collar, the other splayed firmly over that cute arse.
Balin and Dori.
Bifur could feel himself sweating as one of his lovers sashayed towards him. The velvet skirt was short and clung to Dori's hips, showing just a hint of lace where his stockings flashed. Bifur allowed his eyes to trail down Dori's legs to the high shoes and then dragged them agonisingly slowly up the other's body, swallowing at the corset that clinched his lover's waist in tightly and ended in a sheer shirt that sat snuggly over the other's arms. Behind him he could hear Balin take a deep breath and feel the older male's erection pressing into his back. He and Balin were naked and the older male's hands gripped his hips hard as Dori reached up and slowly unpinned his mass of silvery grey hair from its complicated braids. Bifur found himself digging his nails into Balin's wrists as Dori straddled his lap, grinding down against him, when he through his head back, Balin nipped at his pulse point and Bifur looked up just in time to see his loves meet in a steamy kiss. When they drew back Dori's make-up was slightly smudged and Balin's eyes were glazed. He allowed his hands to finally reach out and touch Dori, trailing his fingers up muscled thighs, Bifur slowly worked the velvet skirt up until it was around Dori's waist.
As the three lay curled up, Dori's clothes strewn around the room Bifur felt himself drifting off. His last thought was that Dori should never have worried about what his partners thought of him wearing women's clothing.
Dwalin.
It wasn't gentle. It never was. Whether he was throwing punches at the guard in a tavern brawl, fighting alongside the muscled warrior or being pounded into the mattress. It would never be soft, but there were moments that shone in the adrenaline fuelled life they loved to live. Dwalin brushing his hair from the axe in his forehead just after they had orgasmed. Bifur carefully stitching up yet another wound Dwalin had gained in the battlefield. The tap of head, carefully angled to avoid the axe when either had been away too long. The curl of fingers around a wrist just before they loosed their battle cry, hefted their weapons and rushed from the lines to smash into their foes. So amid the blood, bruises and harsh kisses they both knew they were loved. If their love wasn't viewed as such by society then it was societies fault for being blind. Bifur felt all this flood threw his mind as his husband threw him against the floor paved in gold and gems, he grinned savage smile at the warrior who was stripping out of his own armour and Bifur wriggled out of travel stained leathers. The gold bit into his skin, bruising his back as finger grasped too harshly at his shoulders as the warrior lowered himself rapidly onto Bifur. Their cries wound around the treasury and Bifur pulled the larger dwarf down for a teeth filled kiss as he thrust up.
Kilí and Bofur.
Bifur had been surprised when the archer prince had pinned him against a wall when he was visiting to finalise his agreement on the quest. His surprise had turned to lust when the taller dwarf had crowed into his space and winding fingers into Bifur's hair kissed him as if it would grant him life. He'd allowed himself to be pulled into the prince's bedroom and shoved onto the bed. His eyes widened as Bofur came through the connecting door, barely dressed and started to kiss the archer prince. He watched with wide eyes as his cousin's clever fingers stripped the archer bare, leaving masses of tanned skin on display and Bifur bit his lip as he took in the picture the two made. So caught up was he that he barely raised a complaint when they both joined him on the bed naked and started to strip him. Soon he found his own hands wound in Kilí's hair as the brunette took him deep, bringing him to the edge with his clever tongue before withdrawing with a groan as Bofur did something behind him. It wasn't until Bofur started to move Bifur finally caught on and something in him snapped the last of his control. Moving forward he slowly shifted their positions so Bofur's arm had to wrap around Kilí's chest to keep the prince upright. Sharing a grin with his flushed cousin Bifur swallowed the prince down whole.
Ori.
Bifur liked this side of Ori. The side only he got to truly see. In Ori's office in the library of Erebor Bifur was kneeling on the stone floor, blindfolded and hands tied behind his back. The office door was locked, but it didn't change that this was risky. He was completely naked and Ori dressed in nothing but a shirt and knee-length leather boots. He shivered as the scribes warm fingers brushed over his cheek and bit his lip so he wouldn't break the rules and press a kiss to them. He was rewarded for his good behaviour when the fingers trailed to his neck and traced the tattoos the swirled there. He sensed Ori move behind him and swallowed the moan he wished to make as strong thumbs pressed either side of his spine. Goose-bumps covered his skin as he felt Ori kneel behind him, hand ghosting over his bare back, barely skimming his hips until they linked over his stomach. A soft kiss was pressed to the back of his neck and Bifur felt himself glow as he was praised for his good behaviour. Late he snuggled into Ori's side, feeling safe and content in the arms of his Hrun.
Bombur.
He knew his cousin liked to cook, but the spread on display was astounding. Pastries, savouries, desserts, cakes, pies and all manner of goodies, just simply waiting to be eating. He shot his baby cousin a look form under his eyes and watched as Bombur blushed deliciously. "It is your birthday Bifur," Bombur's voice was soft and Bifur smiled widely at the unsure note. He crossed the room, gathering his cousin into his arms.
"I love it Bombur," He crooned, dropping a kiss to the other's forehead. "You shouldn't have."
Warm arms threaded around his neck and Bombur rested his forehead against his, "But I wanted too."
Bilbo.
Bifur was tired, he'd spent the day in the bustling market place of Hobbiton in a place called The Shire. He had still to pack up the few remaining articles from his stall, and he didn't know where he would find a place to bed down for the night. To his surprise a green-eyed, bronze-curled male was talking to him, and such was the sweet smile he found himself agreeing to spend the night in the lad's smial. He was pleasantly surprised when the hobbit helped him pack up what was left of his gear and even helped him carry it up the winding hill, to what he assumed was the lad's home. He was offered a place to bath while his host went about making something for supper, and thankfully took the chance to wash the dirt from the road away. Clean and suddenly ravenous Bifur wandered the wooden panelled halls to find his host in the kitchen. He was flashed a blinding smile and was soon seated beside the hobbit tucking into a delicious supper. Butter roasted baby veg, Rosemary potatoes and lamb so well cooked it fell apart in his mouth. He leant back pleasantly happy, nodding when the hobbit beside him offered him dessert. It wasn't until he looked up and caught the spark in his host's eye that he twigged what he meant and upon the realisation hitting him Bifur staggered to his feet and dragged the shorter male into a harsh kiss. They managed to stagger to the bed room, door slamming shut behind them as Bifur found himself tipped onto a large bed. The hobbit's clothing was confusing and so taking a deep breath Bifur lay back and watched as the smaller male removed each item teasingly slowly. It wasn't until his host stood naked before him Bifur noticed the tray beside the bed, his host claiming his mouth distracted him again and it wasn't until they were both as bare as the day they were born Bifur found out what was on the tray.
Nearly two decades later and Bifur once again found himself in Hobbiton, The Shire. He swallowed hard as he stared up at a familiar green door and then hid himself away in embarrassment as he toppled threw said door in a pile of dwarves. He learnt the name of his host was Bilbo Baggins and when he finally gathered the courage to look up he met the green eyes of the hobbit. He swallowed had at the wide grin that slowly spread over the shorter male's face and dropped his eyes to the other's lips, just in time to see a cream covered strawberry enter them. Letting out a yell, Bifur dived across the table, and remembering how much sweeter the red fruit tasted with kiss, pulled Bilbo to him. Silence fell around him, but Bifur had little time to be embarrassed as the hobbit pulled them both to their feet and grabbing the tray of strawberries, whipped cream and elderberry syrup, dragged them both to the bedroom. Bifur cackled as the door shut behind him, who would have thought a dwarf would learn to love fruit.
Hrun – One.