Title: Pippin and the Beast
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: R
Summary: 2/? Merry and Pippin have their first fight.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Sexual tension
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
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Pippin gapped in awe as he stepped inside the castle. A narrow staircase twisted up to three floors, and in the distance he could make out more, leading to other vast rooms. He felt small, and inadequate, in the large space. Prickly tingles coursed down his spine as a heavy claw draped over his shoulder, griping him tightly, urging him up the staircase. Sweat began to form on his brow, and he shook fiercely.
"When are you going to kill me?" Pippin asked, his voice soft. "Will it be painful?"
Merry snorted. "What are you talking about?"
"You were going to kill my father, and I took his place," Pippin replied. "When are— "
"I'm not going to kill you," Merry grumbled. He cleared his throat and uneasily replied, "I have other plans for you."
Pippin's eyebrow raised in confusion, but he decided not question the beast at the moment. He strode up the steps alongside Merry, who began to explain the various rooms in the castle and where Pippin could and could not venture. He was also told not to journey out of the castle courtyard, unless he wanted to face the consequences. The young hobbit was frightened, yet curious about the darkened rooms, and hardly payed attention to the beast's rambling. The castle would be breathtaking if it were illuminated better. However, he could guess why everything was shrouded in shadows.
He risked a glance at the beast, noticing that the creature hadn't removed his cloak and kept his face away from Pippin's eyes. The young hobbit took a step closer to the beast, and he instantly stepped away, keeping a far distance from Pippin.
They ceased when they came to a gray door embroidered with dark leaves. The beast opened it, revealing a room with ideal space, a four poster bed, and several wardrobes. There was a fireplace near the bed.
"This is the room where you'll be staying in," Merry grumbled. Pippin looked a bit surprised, causing the beast to snort in annoyance. "What? You were expecting something more fancy?"
"No," Pippin whimpered, slightly terrified by the change in temperament. "It's just— well— I wasn't expecting a room this nice."
Merry calmed, and formed a slight grin. "You didn't think I was going to put you in the dungeons, did you?" Pippin glanced at the floor, and the beast rubbed his neck uneasily. "I wouldn't put you down there— unless you do something to deserve it. Behave, and you'll be treated well."
Pippin glanced down the hallway when he noticed three forms approaching with candles. One was an elderly hobbit followed by a young male and female. They bowed before the beast, and gazed over at Pippin curiously.
"This is Isengrim," Merry stated, pointing to the old hobbit.
"The other two are Ponto and Mirabella. They are the castle servants, and will see to your every need." He glared at the three. "This is Pippin. He is a— guest that will be staying with us for some time. You will show him the same respect as you show me."
"Good evening to you sir," Isengrim bowed.
"We look forward to getting to know you," Mirabella chirped. She swatted at Ponto's arm, trying to get him to respond. "Don't we Ponto?"
"Er, yes," Ponto grumbled, leering at the young hobbit.
Pippin averted his gaze from the harsh stare of the older hobbit. He didn't know why, but Ponto didn't seem to like him.
"Thank you," Pippin stuttered.
Merry's smile grew. "You're welcome." He almost turned away, but he changed his mind. He wanted to get to know the younger hobbit better. "You can accompany me to the dining hall. The servants were about to make dinner."
Pippin was taken back at the offer. He wasn't anticipating so much kindness from the creature, and he wanted to act gracious. However, he wasn't hungry nor in the mood to converse with thebeast that had taken away his freedom forever.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood for food," Pippin replied. "Maybe some other time."
"Oh, you're not are you?" Merry snarled.
He found the response insulting. Who did this hobbit think he was ordering him around? Rage coursed through his mind, and he clenched his fists in attempt to control himself. He knew his temper was dreadful when provoked, and deep down he did not want to petrify the hobbit, but in the end his anger won.
"That wasn't a request I made," Merry growled. "You will join me in the dining hall, and we will talk."
Pippin was persistent, even though he was shaking in fear. "I— don't want to. Please, I am in no mood to speak to you after what you have done." He felt tears stinging in his eyes. "You didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye to my fa— "
Merry bore his teeth, making the young hobbit grow silent. "I don't care what you want!" He reached over and grasped Pippin by his collar, hauling him off the floor and flinging him roughly into the room. Pippin yelped as his backside struck the floor. "Fine! If you don't want to eat with me so be it! You can spend your days in here until you learn proper respect toward me! Even if I have to starve it out of you!"
The beast slammed the door shut, and locked it with a key from his trouser pocket. Isengrim and Mirabella watched in shock and horror at their master's behavior while Ponto restrained a chuckle. Isengrim cautiously approached Merry.
"Please, my liege, don't you believe you are overreacting?" Isengrim inquired. "I'm certain that the lad meant no disrespect to you. It's just that he's scared being thrust into new surroundings and being taken from his family."
Merry spun around and lashed at Isengrim, causing the hobbit to stumble back in fright. "I did not force him to come here! He came of his own free will! Behavior like that will not be tolerated! He will remain locked in that room and you three may only enter by my order! If any of you let him out, you shall face my wrath!"
The beast stormed down the hall, and the servants reluctantly left the hall to clean up the kitchen.
Pippin flung himself onto the bed, sobbing pitifully into the pillow. This was not how he envisioned to spend the rest of his days. All his life he had lived on meager portions of food, but he had always managed six meals a day. The thought of starving didn't sit well with him, and he wept harder. Sniveling, he reached down to massage his aching rear where the floor had made contact. There would be a bruise.
Once the young hobbit had calmed, he explored the room, snooping through the dressers and closets. He found a soft night shirt and decided to place it on and try to sleep as best he could. He removed his clothing and slipped the white shirt over, and crawled into the lush bed.
Later in the night, the beast crept down the hall, heading back to Pippin's bedroom. A wave of emotions were crashing over him. He longed to apologize to Pippin and crush him to his chest in attempt to drown away his disgust and fear. There was another, more primal urge to shred the hobbit to bits. All those feelings brought on by one young hobbit. He knew what he really had to do; comfort Pippin and try to show him his softer side. He wasn't going to win the hobbit over by always showing his temper.
Slowly, he worked the key in and opened the door. Merry stepped inside, and his breath hitched when he noticed that Pippin was beneath the sheets. Curious, he ventured over and extended his claw to draw back the sheet. A grin formed when he spotted the velvet night shirt around the tiny body. It looked pleasing on the taut form. His hand drifted down, rubbing circles around Pippin's lower back. Carefully, he climbed onto the large bed, cautious not to make too much noise. The last thing he wanted was the hobbit to wake and find him crawling over his body.
Merry nestled himself between Pippin's open legs and glanced down at Pippin's rear. His breathing had grown more ragged. He lowered his claws to the back of the hobbit's thighs, gradually lifting up the shirt to reveal Pippin's cream colored buttocks. Merry groaned at the sight and leaned over the body, placing his claws on either side of the hobbit's head. His heart was pounding wildly, and his saliva was becoming hard to control. He raised up his hand to wipe at it viciously as it started to dribble down his mouth, suddenly humiliated. How he hated the beast in him, but he couldn't help it. It had been ten years since his last intimate encounter.
A small moan made Merry still. The hobbit underneath him shifted slightly, brushing his rear against the hard bulge in Merry's breeches. The beast hissed through clenched teeth, and fought to keep what little restraint remained. He didn't want Pippin this way.
He could picture the hobbit writhing and glistening in sweat under him. Moaning. Screaming. Stating soft endearments over and over. Merry longed for that, but a part of him realized how ridiculous it was. Pippin would never want him. He was just a beast; a hideous monstrosity. It would be easier to just take him then and there. His girth was swelling painfully, and he reached to undo his trousers when he noticed a bruise forming on Pippin's rear. He remembered throwing the young hobbit to the floor in rage.
Shame clouded over his mind, and he leapt from the bed, pulling down the night shirt hastily and drawing the covers back over Pippin. He raced out of the room and didn't bother locking the door. He had to relieve the ache in his member, and he retreated to his private chambers.
Pippin's eyes opened and he turned onto his back, shivering violently. He had been awake when the beast had entered the room, but he feigned sleep in hope that the creature would leave. The young hobbit couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself in to.
To be continued.