"Confessions" by A.K.A (Pooki Ze Great)

Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com

Summary: M/P Slash "Suddenly (Merry) had a look on his face as that of a child who has just found a flock of birds to chase off. One who has discovered a fun little game, the nature of his which I could easily guess."

Warning: Not very cheerful, but hell, ya know you love it... Slash, i.e. guy on guy shit, so uhhh, don't like it, just don't read it. Because if you send me flames, I will set my rabid radioactive hamsters on you. Be afraid... be kind of a little bit teeny weeny afraid...

Archiving: Um... I have no idea what that is...

Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. Otherwise, I would be able to buy not only the Ozzy Osbourne AND Treble Charger tickets, but I could also buy those Everclear CDs, instead of Stressing about the fact that I'm gonna miss either a legendary man in concert, or go to that and miss a concert I've been waiting for for over a year. *cries*

Rating: It's quite tame right now, but it'll go up. Ohhhhh yes it will go verrry far up... *evil grin*

Chapter: 3/?

Pairing: Merry/Pippin

Feedback: Please yes, I save it all and print it off and then feel like slightly less of a loser.

Category: Romance/angst/tragedy

A/N: Thank you SO MUCH to Emma for the idea of a new summary, and of course for all the wonderful ideas she puts into my evil little mind on a regular basis. *grins* Thank you also to the nice people who review my stories and make me feel like a special little girl.

A/N2: I know that this chapter's quote is quite modernized, but I think that if you apply it to Merry's life, and just give it a second's thought, it makes sense.
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"*M*Got a job got a life. Got a four-door, and a faithless wife. Got those nice copper pipes. Got an ex, got a room for the night. Aren't you such a catch? What a prize! Got a body like a battleaxe. Love that perfect frown, honest eyes, we oughta buy you a cadillac!" -OKGo, 'Get Over It'

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I've found a new toy.

Frodo and I has been doing what we always do Sunday mornings, and every other morning, and most nights as a matter of fact... and suddenly the Cotton girl came in, without knocking or anything or the sort.

She blushed at the sight of me on my knees before Frodo, and he didn't even seem to notice she had came in, reasonable cause for me to fall over in laughter.

She said some boy in his late tweens had come to seek employment here and asked if I was available.

Now, leaving Frodo, right in the middle of it would be quite cruel... but really that's the point.

So I dressed as Frodo (as always) complained before giving in and putting on his robe.

I walked into the kitchen, expecting to see something like that tackily sweet Gamgee boy Frodo keeps toying with, but instead beheld a slim, jumpy- looking boy, slightly like a lass I suppose, in the sense of his bright green eyes, shaped perfectly and lined by his eyelashes, not much longer than most lads', but just enough to make an impression. His hair was all in his face, and his lips were parted with surprise and wet with the water he drank, painting a rather nice picture.

But he looked a broken soul from the start.

He had all the telltale signs: a little too thin, jumpy, sorrow and used look deep inside his expression, too pretty to be any fun, surely.

I spoke to him as I felt he deserved, expecting either no reaction or even less admirable: tears. Mother always told me from the start how any male is supposed to have emotion... something's wrong with the criers.

But instead he fought back.

Perhaps not so broken?

As I watched him insult me, I became disturbingly aroused. His eyes burned with the rage of one fighting for his life, and it gave me quite a more pleasant burning inside of me.

One with a fire inside.

He watched me, eyes fixed on mine, and I knew then that he would be mine. And he will.

I informed him he'll be starting tomorrow: how I love to break things.

I believe Frodo was aware that afterwards, when he was crying out my name that I was thinking of someone else entirely, but I don't think he cares. Silly fool has fallen in love with me. A perfect example of one of those "lads" who show their cursed emotions.

Oh well, I have him and that disgusting creature I call a wife to "satisfy" me until I can get the boy into my bed.

Come to think of it, I don't remember his name.

Oh well.

-MB, January 5th 1419