Author: Anemone Frost

Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com

Pairing: M/P

Rating: R

Summary: 4/? Merry and Pippin have a personal discussion, which leads to something more intimate.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Slash (May be a bit squeamish for some. Merry is still in beast form.)

Archive: Ask first.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.



Weeks passed and Pippin found himself growing closer to the beast and becoming more accustomed to the new surroundings. Thoughts of home and his father were still present, making him depressed at times. Merry took notice of this and attempted to alleviate it. There were many nights were he took the young hobbit into the library and read him tales of distant lands, mythical creatures, and sorcery.

Pippin always had a love for stories, and he relished the time he spent with the beast, but he still couldn't erase the image of Merry sitting in that chair pleasuring himself, and moaning his name. It made Pippin curious, and he was feeling a bit enticed by Merry's actions. Even if he wasn't a hobbit anymore, he wasn't necessarily hideous. His fur was silky, and it had a strong scent of peppermint. His tail was long, bushy, and Pippin soon discovered that it was a bit ticklish around the tip. Merry's features were wolfish but Pippin still thought he was beautiful. The nights he laid in bed thinking of the beast brought on a painful longing, though he never did anything to relieve himself. He wanted someone else to do it for him.

The next evening he was in the library again, nestled in the beast's arms. He was twirling a lock of Merry's fur with his finger, paying no attention to the beast's story and Merry noticed. The beast placed the book on a table and stroked his claw through Pippin's curls.

"Something on your mind?" Merry asked.

"I was thinking about— about when I walked in on you doing— " Pippin stuttered, blushing fiercely.

"— Oh," Merry squeaked. He would have turned crimson himself if there wasn't fur covering his cheeks. "Did it disgust you that much?"


Pippin frowned and shook his head. "It didn't disgust me. I was just— wondering why you were thinking of me. After all, I know I'm not the prettiest hobbit in— "


"Don't say that about yourself!" Merry snapped. "If I didn't think you were beautiful do you think— I would be— doing that?" Pippin giggled slightly. "I don't do that— often. It has been nearly ten years since someone as lovely as you has been in my presence."


"So— you've made love to someone before?" Pippin asked. "What is it like?"


"Yes," Merry sighed, "and why are you asking me? Surly you have been with other lads or lasses?" Pippin lowered his head. "You're a virgin?"


"Yes," Pippin whispered. "I've always been curious about making love, but I've never come across the right person."


"Ah, I wish I had your same ideals when I was younger," Merry laughed. "I was handsome once, and there were many who came to my bed. Deep down I was always searching for someone I could spend the rest of my days with, but I didn't find them. Look at me now. I'm just a hideous monstrosity. I'll never find anyone to love me."


"That's not true," Pippin grumbled. "I think you're very pretty, and I'm starting to develop— feelings for you."


He shifted out of the chair, straddling Merry's hips, making the beast gap in shock.

"What are you doing Pippin?" Merry gasped.

The young hobbit didn't answer, and he nuzzled his face into Merry's soft neck, running his hands in a soothing manner over the beast's chest. Lust was starting to flame in Merry, and he let out a soft growl as he gripped Pippin's hips, gently trying to lift him off. However, Pippin wrapped his arms around Merry's neck and held on tight. The hot breath panting against Merry's neck made tingles run down his spine.

"Oh, you shouldn't be doing this Pippin," Merry muttered.

"But I want to," Pippin whined.

Merry's eyes widened when he felt a bulge press over his. He relaxed and thrust upwards, smiling at the hiss of pleasure that passed through Pippin's lips.

"So, you've really never been with another male before eh?" Merry asked. Pippin shook his head. "Are you certain you want your first experience to be with me?"


"Very much," Pippin cooed. "Make love to me."


A growl surged in Merry's throat as he carried Pippin out of the chair and gently lowered him to the floor on a velvety rug in front of the crackling fireplace. He had no intentions of going that far with Pippin. He was still a beast, and Merry was terrified that he would lose control with his surging, primal urges. The last thing he wanted to do was harm the sweet hobbit. There would be other ways to pleasure him, though he was a bit apprehensive. They had only known each other for several weeks, and this was a big step to take.

Experimentally, Merry drew out his long, pink tongue and slid it along Pippin's flushed cheek, earning him a high pitched giggle. Grinning widely, he lapped at the nape of Pippin's neck, causing the young hobbit to groan and shudder. Merry slowly undid Pippin's shirt, drifting down to lavish his pale chest, lightly nipping at one of the hardened nubs.

The confines of his pants suddenly made Pippin extremely uncomfortable. His hips were bucking wildly, and he was whimpering, hoping that Merry would give him attention else where. Merry instantly stilled his him.

"Please— " Pippin murmured.

"Sh, darling," Merry soothed. "If you don't calm yourself you'll come too soon."


Merry slowly swirled his tongue around Pippin's bellybutton, causing the young hobbit to break out into fits of giggles.

"Oh no!" Pippin laughed, tears springing to his eyes. "Please stop!" He latched onto the fur around Merry's neck and tugged furiously, trying to make him lift his head, but that only made the beast nip playfully at the quivering flesh. "Oh don't! Please! Mercy! Mercy! I can barely breath! You're going to make me swoon!"


Chuckling, Merry lowered his claw. A gasp came from the young hobbit, and he arched his hips, attempting to get more contact.

"That to your liking?" Merry muttered.

"Oh yes," Pippin mewled, clenching his eyes shut.

He glanced up to find Pippin's eyes halfway open and his lips slightly parted, leaving enough room to slid out his tongue, licking at his upper lip.

"Kiss me," Pippin pleaded.

Merry felt his heart twist in revolt. How could Pippin possibly want to kiss him? He was hideous while Pippin was a true beauty.

"No," Merry shook. "My teeth are far too sharp. I could hurt you."


Pippin grumbled in disappointment. A heavy claw rested on the lacings of his pants, and Pippin opened his eyes, finding himself gazing into Merry's glazed, gray orbs.

"Are you sure you really want this— from me?" Merry inquired.

"Yes," Pippin weakly answered.

At that, Merry unlaced the young hobbit's trousers, gently urging him to lift his hips, allowing the beast to pull down the tan pants. The beast licked his lips as he gazed down at Pippin. He could hardly believe that this was happening, and that he was arousing Pippin.

The young hobbit was blushing furiously, and he averted his gaze to the fireplace, bitting into his lip. Any thoughts of shyness quickly vanished from his mind as a hot, wet tongue descended upon him, making him shriek. Moaning, Pippin thrashed his head from side to side as the pleasure began to mount, sending warm tingles flowing through his belly and spine. Never had he felt such delight in all his life. Sweat was trickling down his face and his brown curls were matted to his brow.

"Oh, Merry, yes!" Pippin whimpered, tears brimming in his eyes. A fire was growing in his belly, and it gradually intensified until it became unbearable. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Merry! Merry! Oh! Yes! I'm— I'm going—to come! "


The desperate cries were like music to Merry's ears. It had been so long since he last heard a lover chanting his name. Merry quickened his ministrations.

"Ah Merry!" Pippin screeched as he received completion. "I love you!"


Pippin's words of endearment did little to hearten the beast's mood since everything remained the same; he had not transformed back into a hobbit. Letting out a sigh, he moved up to lay beside Pippin. Perhaps the lad only spoke them due to the heat of the moment. He reached over, turning Pippin onto his left side, drawing the hobbit into his chest. He daintily licked at Pippin's collarbone.

"Good?" Merry asked.

"Very," Pippin panted. "What about you? Would you like it if I did the same to you? Would that give you pleasure?"


"Me? Er— " Merry stuttered. "I don't think that would be wise— "


"You don't want me touching you, do you?" Pippin whimpered, hurt lacing his voice.

"No, that's not true!" Merry snapped, embracing Pippin tighter. "It's just— I'm still a beast Pippin, and I can easily lose control. If that were to happen then I might harm you, and I would never be able to forgive myself."


"But I want to please you," Pippin grumbled. "Hm, you feel so big. How would it fit?"


Heat rose to Merry's cheeks. "What? How do you know— "


"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm ignorant to the ways of lovemaking," Pippin chided. "Plus, I saw two friends of mine out in the fields making love once. It seemed pleasurable from the sounds of their moans, and I've always wanted to try it. Does it really feel good? It just seems like it would be awfully painful."


"I won't lie, it can be quite painful at first," Merry answered, "but then it becomes wonderful. A lot of oil must be used to help ease the way, or else it is excruciating for the other partner." A smirk grew. "Who were the friends you were spying on?"


"I wasn't spying," Pippin pouted. "My cousin, Frodo, and his servant, Sam." He snaked his hand behind and began to work on the fastenings of Merry's trousers. "I want you to make love to me."


Merry grabbed his hand. "No, it's too dangerous. You have to stop tempting me or you may receive more than you bargained for."


Pippin let out a frustrated whine. "At least let me please as you did me."


Merry grumbled but Pippin was stubborn. "Very well."


Pippin whipped back around, grinning widely, gently pushing at the beast's shoulder until he got the hint to turn onto his back. The young hobbit then straddled Merry, causing the beast to grunt. His hands latched on to Pippin's hips, trembling violently with lust, making the beast snarl and shake his head in warning. Getting the hint, Pippin inched his way down Merry's chest until he reached the fastenings of the beast's trousers. He quickly undid the lacings and reached inside.

The beast hissed at the first contact of the wet mouth, digging his claws into the velvet rug, creating long tear marks from his strength. Ten years; ten years since he had such intimate contact. He threatened to spill out any second.

Merry's breathing turned to heavy pants and groans as pleasure began to course through him. Normally, he would of had better stamina but so much time had passe,d and he finally had a wonderful lover. He glanced down at the hobbit. It was his undoing. Snarling, he came hard. Once finished, Pippin crawled back up to Merry's waiting arms. The beast pulled him into a tight embrace, licking at Pippin's flushed cheek. He reached to the side and pulled over a discarded blanket, wrapping it snugly around Pippin's shivering form.

"Did I do it right?" Pippin asked.

"I should say," Merry chuckled. "It was delightful. Thank you for giving me such pleasure. The memory of this night will keep me happy for some time."


"It is I who should be thanking you," Pippin giggled, rubbing his face against Merry's neck. "Do you think we could do that again?"


Merry felt joy surge into his heart and mind. "If you want to."


"Hm, would you share my bed tonight?" Pippin yawned. "I don't like sleeping alone and you're so nice and warm."


"I would love to," Merry answered, giving the young hobbit another quick lick.

The beast stood, laced up his trousers, and gently picked Pippin off the floor, cradling him safely in strong arms. They headed to Pippin's room, where the young hobbit slept peacefully in Merry's embrace. This night had made him forget about home and his father but only momentarily.

To be continued.