"Confessions" by A.K.A (Pooki Ze Great)
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: M/P Slash "I knew it.
I knew he'd pull something.
Right on the first day too, the blasted sod.
I knew he'd try to do this.
-PT, January 6th 1419"
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: If it's in here I don't own it.
Rating: PG 13?
Chapter: 4/?
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: Once again, thank you all for the lovely reviews, and of course special thanks to the people who decide to feed my twisted little mind with horribly "wrong" images. *coughEMMAcoughROZcough* As for the quotes of the chappy, well, seeing how when we are first infatuated with someone, we tend to have a wide array of emotions, here's a large amount of quotes to go along with Pip's wonderfully (in a bad way) conscious, and Merry's deliciously unconscious feelings for each other.
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"*P* I want you to want me and I know that you can't see me. But maybe one day you'll belong to me. And I don't want to see you if you're telling lies to me. But maybe one day you'll belong to me. You don't even know my name, and you never will, cos that's the way it always goes now... ... I wish I had the chance to really get to know you, and I hope you get my way." -Not By Choice, 'Maybe One Day'
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"*M* You take my breath away with all the things you say... ... You try to change the world, and you never see it's all a game to me." -Not By Choice, 'Standing All Alone'
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"*P* I know that it's wrong, but I'm to blind and I can't see. Now that you're gone, I can't help feeling all alone. I know that it's wrong, I sit and wait by the telephone. I'm waiting for you to call." -Not By Choice, 'Miss You'
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"*M&P* I don't know what it is that makes me love you more and more and more... must be your face." -Not By Choice, 'This Old Place'
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I knew it.
I knew he'd pull something.
Right on the first day too, the blasted sod.
I knew he'd try to do this.
-PT, January 6th 1419
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Seeing as how when the mind is experiencing certain emotions it tends to run things together, making an altogether unpleasant reading experience, I think I shall narrate this chapter, for your reading (and perhaps in later days viewing *raises eyebrow*) pleasure.
-AKA March 16th 2oo3
Pippin looked around as he walked through the halls looking for the dark green door the maid had told him to go to.
He wandered through the dark mahogany passages until he finally found himself standing outside said door and knocked.
"Come in," said a voice coated in sinful leisure from inside.
Pippin did as he was told, opening the door and slowly stepping into a large room with heavy drapes over the windows, letting Pippin only see the vaguest of outlines.
"Close the door."
Once again pippin obeyed, unsure of what Merry had planned for him.
The dark figure laying underneath the covers of the gigantic four-poster bed stretched luxuriously, holding the extended position for a good five seconds before relaxing again.
"Do be a dear," said shadow-Merry, "and open the drapes will you?"
Pippin crossed the room and pulled the thick golden cords, moving the deep red velvet curtains to the sides and letting early morning's light fill the room till Pippin felt that he was drowning in it.
He turned around just in time to see Merry throw off the covers and stand beside his bed, wonderfully unclothed and comfortable as any average hobbit would be when dressed.
He gestured at an outfit layed out on the bed.
"Now you will dress me," he commanded.
Pippin thought briefly of arguing, but decided against it, telling himself that he would most certainly be unemployed quickly if he didn't, although there were various other thoughts running through his head at the time.
He walked over to the bed and selected first the undergarments, pulling them up Merry's legs until they were in place, and trying desperately not to stare at Merry's rather large "pride and joy."
He slowly put on each item of clothing, restraining himself from touching Merry any more than he must, while Merry stood there with a smugly satisfied look on his face as he basked in the feeling of Pip's hands gliding over his body.
Finally the task was completed, and both hobbits tried unsuccessfully to hide their excitement.
Merry gazed at Pippin amusedly, his eyes travelling down the length of his body and finally resting on the bulge in his pants. He grinned deviously, loving the angry yet needy glare Pippin was blessing him with.
He looked down at his own clothes. "Very well boy. Now draw me a bath."
Pippin's mouth dropped open, disbelieving.
"You heard me. Right now, there's a lad," Merry said, watching Pippin walk to the adjoining bathroom, studying each and every move all the parts of his body made. "And darling, don't forget bubbles."
Once the bath was drawn and ready, Pippin came out to find a still clothed Merry standing in the exact same spot he had before.
"Do not tell me you now expect that I'm going to undress you."
"I most certainly do," said Merry with humorous indignation.
And so Pippin reversed the task, trying to control himself and ignore the increasing pressure in his breeches at the sight of Merry naked once more.
Merry looked down at his naked self, then at the starry-eyed, open-mouthed, all around dazed look on Pippin's face with a grin. He strolled into the bathroom and to the tub.
"Come Pippin, come here," he said, slowly slipping into the steaming tub filled with sweet-smelling foam and cocking an eyebrow at Pippin.
"Would you care to join me?"
Pippin gritted his teeth and bit his lip, anxiously playing with a loose thread in his pocket.
"I would rather not sir."
Merry smirked at the young Took, all the more pleased with the challenge.
"Very well, he said with a pleasant smile. "Go find that nice serving girl who keeps helping you around. I'm sure she can find something for you to do."
Merry listened to the retreating footsteps of the numbly dazed tween and sank deeper into the water.
'Meriadoc Brandybuck, you are horrible,' a voice we know as conscience spoke. But naturally Merry managed to turn it around.
"Horribly charming you mean," he said aloud to the empty room.
-AKA, March 16th 2oo3
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: M/P Slash "I knew it.
I knew he'd pull something.
Right on the first day too, the blasted sod.
I knew he'd try to do this.
-PT, January 6th 1419"
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: If it's in here I don't own it.
Rating: PG 13?
Chapter: 4/?
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: Once again, thank you all for the lovely reviews, and of course special thanks to the people who decide to feed my twisted little mind with horribly "wrong" images. *coughEMMAcoughROZcough* As for the quotes of the chappy, well, seeing how when we are first infatuated with someone, we tend to have a wide array of emotions, here's a large amount of quotes to go along with Pip's wonderfully (in a bad way) conscious, and Merry's deliciously unconscious feelings for each other.
****
"*P* I want you to want me and I know that you can't see me. But maybe one day you'll belong to me. And I don't want to see you if you're telling lies to me. But maybe one day you'll belong to me. You don't even know my name, and you never will, cos that's the way it always goes now... ... I wish I had the chance to really get to know you, and I hope you get my way." -Not By Choice, 'Maybe One Day'
****
"*M* You take my breath away with all the things you say... ... You try to change the world, and you never see it's all a game to me." -Not By Choice, 'Standing All Alone'
****
"*P* I know that it's wrong, but I'm to blind and I can't see. Now that you're gone, I can't help feeling all alone. I know that it's wrong, I sit and wait by the telephone. I'm waiting for you to call." -Not By Choice, 'Miss You'
****
"*M&P* I don't know what it is that makes me love you more and more and more... must be your face." -Not By Choice, 'This Old Place'
****
I knew it.
I knew he'd pull something.
Right on the first day too, the blasted sod.
I knew he'd try to do this.
-PT, January 6th 1419
****
Seeing as how when the mind is experiencing certain emotions it tends to run things together, making an altogether unpleasant reading experience, I think I shall narrate this chapter, for your reading (and perhaps in later days viewing *raises eyebrow*) pleasure.
-AKA March 16th 2oo3
Pippin looked around as he walked through the halls looking for the dark green door the maid had told him to go to.
He wandered through the dark mahogany passages until he finally found himself standing outside said door and knocked.
"Come in," said a voice coated in sinful leisure from inside.
Pippin did as he was told, opening the door and slowly stepping into a large room with heavy drapes over the windows, letting Pippin only see the vaguest of outlines.
"Close the door."
Once again pippin obeyed, unsure of what Merry had planned for him.
The dark figure laying underneath the covers of the gigantic four-poster bed stretched luxuriously, holding the extended position for a good five seconds before relaxing again.
"Do be a dear," said shadow-Merry, "and open the drapes will you?"
Pippin crossed the room and pulled the thick golden cords, moving the deep red velvet curtains to the sides and letting early morning's light fill the room till Pippin felt that he was drowning in it.
He turned around just in time to see Merry throw off the covers and stand beside his bed, wonderfully unclothed and comfortable as any average hobbit would be when dressed.
He gestured at an outfit layed out on the bed.
"Now you will dress me," he commanded.
Pippin thought briefly of arguing, but decided against it, telling himself that he would most certainly be unemployed quickly if he didn't, although there were various other thoughts running through his head at the time.
He walked over to the bed and selected first the undergarments, pulling them up Merry's legs until they were in place, and trying desperately not to stare at Merry's rather large "pride and joy."
He slowly put on each item of clothing, restraining himself from touching Merry any more than he must, while Merry stood there with a smugly satisfied look on his face as he basked in the feeling of Pip's hands gliding over his body.
Finally the task was completed, and both hobbits tried unsuccessfully to hide their excitement.
Merry gazed at Pippin amusedly, his eyes travelling down the length of his body and finally resting on the bulge in his pants. He grinned deviously, loving the angry yet needy glare Pippin was blessing him with.
He looked down at his own clothes. "Very well boy. Now draw me a bath."
Pippin's mouth dropped open, disbelieving.
"You heard me. Right now, there's a lad," Merry said, watching Pippin walk to the adjoining bathroom, studying each and every move all the parts of his body made. "And darling, don't forget bubbles."
Once the bath was drawn and ready, Pippin came out to find a still clothed Merry standing in the exact same spot he had before.
"Do not tell me you now expect that I'm going to undress you."
"I most certainly do," said Merry with humorous indignation.
And so Pippin reversed the task, trying to control himself and ignore the increasing pressure in his breeches at the sight of Merry naked once more.
Merry looked down at his naked self, then at the starry-eyed, open-mouthed, all around dazed look on Pippin's face with a grin. He strolled into the bathroom and to the tub.
"Come Pippin, come here," he said, slowly slipping into the steaming tub filled with sweet-smelling foam and cocking an eyebrow at Pippin.
"Would you care to join me?"
Pippin gritted his teeth and bit his lip, anxiously playing with a loose thread in his pocket.
"I would rather not sir."
Merry smirked at the young Took, all the more pleased with the challenge.
"Very well, he said with a pleasant smile. "Go find that nice serving girl who keeps helping you around. I'm sure she can find something for you to do."
Merry listened to the retreating footsteps of the numbly dazed tween and sank deeper into the water.
'Meriadoc Brandybuck, you are horrible,' a voice we know as conscience spoke. But naturally Merry managed to turn it around.
"Horribly charming you mean," he said aloud to the empty room.
-AKA, March 16th 2oo3
