AN: Hey I'm back! And remember how this fic is rated M? This chapter is why. And it's not a good kind of M. I'm kinda sorry, but I definitely channeled my inner sadists for this one. So with those warning words out of the way, I hope you don't want to kill me by the end of this. That's about as close as I can get to saying 'enjoy' for this chapter.
OOOOO
Bilbo got a little better for a few weeks. His visit from Dis had apparently done him good, so Thorin encouraged his sister to go to Bilbo every day. But, inevitably, it wasn't long before he began to spiral down once more. It began when Oin came to take his casts off. He would still be wearing bandages, and if he toyed with his wounds he would earn himself bound hands, or so Thorin assured him. But seeing his wounds again seemed to shock Bilbo back into his depression and in the next few days, he grew quiet and withdrawn once again.
Thorin had been trying to avoid the Hobbit, not that he was afraid or anything, but he had given Bilbo a pretty big shock as well, telling him he loved him. Surely Bilbo didn't want his company at the moment. At least that was what he told himself. News of Bilbo's downward spiral reached him and his stomach dropped.
"Go see him." Dis practically ordered. "He hasn't been eating. Take some food and go see him."
"Does he even want to see me?" Thorin murmured, strangely demure. He would only ever let Dis see him like this. He could trust Dis.
"You won't know until you go to see him." She said confidently and shoved Thorin towards the door of his room. It was useless arguing with Dis, especially when she got into a stubborn mindset, which was more common than not. Thorin had learned that no matter how painful it might be listening to Dis, it would be more painful to not listen to her. So there he was, standing outside the White Room with a tray of food in his hands, debating whether he should run away now that Dis wasn't there to push him in the door. But...he was already there...and he needed to see Bilbo eventually.
He nodded to a guard, who knocked lightly before opening the door for Thorin. Bilbo glanced up at the King from where he was sitting in the corner of the room, but his eyes quickly darted away. It hurt Thorin more than he could have ever thought it would. But he supposed he deserved it. He locked Bilbo in here, admitted to loving him, and then avoided him like he was diseased. At least that was how Dis would put it. Bluntly.
"I brought you food." Thorin murmured sheepishly. Bilbo didn't answer so Thorin cautiously approached him and set the tray down next to Bilbo. The Hobbit still did not react so Thorin sighed and slid down the wall to sit as well.
"I'm not hungry." Bilbo finally murmured, plainly disinterested, though there was something else in his voice. Thorin wasn't sure, but it sounded like hurt. Which sent another dagger through the King's heart. Thorin sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was sure Bilbo was hungry, according to Dis he had not eaten in nearly a week. This was obviously a benign way of saying he was starving himself to death. But, short of shoving food down his throat, there was nothing they could do about it.
Seeing him looking so frail and weak, curled into a ball in the corner of his padded room, it nearly broke the Dwarf King's heart. Why had Dis insisted he bring Bilbo food? Didn't she know how much this would hurt Thorin? Bilbo was back to fading, but this time it hurt so much more because he hated Thorin and would not want, or accept, his help.
"Why not?" Thorin asked, and Bilbo's eyes turned to him curiously.
"What?" The Hobbit whispered, obviously confused. Thorin sighed through his nose before looking up to meet Bilbo's eyes. The Hobbit kept his eyes for a surprising amount of time, considering that just looking at Thorin seemed to cause Bilbo distress in recent days.
"Why aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten for days now." Bilbo cringed and looked down, at his wrapped arms.
"I feel sick." He murmured, and even though it wasn't the whole truth, it was sincere. Thorin clenched his jaw, an angry frown settling on his face.
"You should have said. Oin has medicines for such things." Bilbo did not reply in any way, shape, or form. A certain air of bitterness descended on the Halfling as he curled more into himself. It was not lost on Thorin. "Have I said something wrong?" The King asked gently, and Bilbo's eyes narrowed a little where they were fixed on the floor. Thorin waited for Bilbo to say something, but as the minutes passed, it became increasingly clear he did not intent to say anything. "If you are angry with me, I would prefer you to say as much, instead of this childish silence." Thorin finally snapped, hoping it would get at least something from his Hobbit.
Bilbo's face snapped towards Thorin, his anger now warring with indignation and his eyes alight with both emotions. In that moment, Thorin felt a little intimidated by this tiny creature, and he could see the thief and assassin side of the Hobbit quite clearly.
"I am childish? I am not the one who boasted supposed feeling for you before diligently avoiding you!" Bilbo growled, baring his teeth like an angered animal. Thorin flushed and ducked his head, something he would never admit to or do in front of any other person. But this was Bilbo, and humility went far with him. It was already having an effect, as Bilbo looked surprised before resuming his mask of detestation.
"I admit that I was afraid. I was afraid of your rejection and that I may have overwhelmed you by telling you as I did. I should not have left you alone after telling you though." Thorin whispered humbly, and a little more of Bilbo's anger faded away. Only a little though.
"I am not hungry." The Hobbit said each word pointedly before firmly turning his eyes to the floor, obviously set to ignore any further attempt at conversation with Thorin. The Dwarf King sighed and accepted as much. But he left the tray of food just in case.
"I will bring you something from Oin later today." Thorin mentioned before he left. Bilbo didn't even pretend to care about what he was saying, simply narrowing his eyes to indicate that he had heard Thorin. With one last heavy sigh, Thorin left the room, feeling even more wretched with himself than before. Well that could not have gone worse.
OOOOO
Smaug chose to disguise himself as a Dwarf as he entered the mountain. It was his least favorite form, but it was the easiest way to gain entry. And in any case, he would change form again once he found his thief, this was only temporary. It was fairly easy to catch the gossip as he walked. Erebor's Hobbit was still confined- someplace called the White Room. He didn't catch the reason for the confinement, but whatever it was couldn't be good. Perhaps Bilbo had tried to escape. Perhaps he had tried to take the Arkenstone again.
The first guard he asked about the White Room only sneered at him, something about it being classified and only privileged Dwarves had access to it. But the second one was more eager to talk once Smaug got him away from people and hanging from his ears. It was child's play disabling the guards stationed in front of the room. And it was so kind of them to wear their keys on a chair for Smaug to snatch.
Eagerly he opened the door, his real form bleeding through, though he kept the height. With maybe a few inches of improvement. He thought it would be nice to have an actual face to face conversation with Bilbo, instead of face to stomach. Bilbo was easy to see, his hair was the only color in the room. Everything else was white, even the Thief's skin was beginning to look a little translucent. And of course, it was easy for Bilbo to spot, and realize, just who was entering his little prison as well.
"S-Smaug!" Bilbo gasped, shocked to see the Dragon Man in the white room. He was so dark against the white, and after a moment, his face twisted into something very angry. Bilbo scrambled away from the approaching figure, curling into a ball when he found himself in a corner. It wouldn't really help, but it was all he could do. He couldn't fight Smaug, he was too weak. And hand to hand combat wasn't his strong point anyways. He highly doubted the Dragon would be charmed with words either.
"So good of them to give you a nice cell. Except, it's not like a cell at all. It's more like a guest room." The Dragon snarled. "We had a contract Barrel Rider, and here you are. Enjoying their hospitality and completely forgetting about me." He added, crouching and curling his hands into the white tunic Bilbo was wearing. He was relieved to see the Hobbit alive and whole, but he also reminded himself that Bilbo had failed and was now subject to the Dwarves. That could not go unpunished.
The Hobbit looked about a second from having a heart attack, and at close range, there was no mistaking the sharp smell of blood on the boy. It made Smaug pause and observe the boy more closely. He was thin, absurdly so, and his hair was greasy, like he hadn't had a bath in a long time. But the thing that drew his eyes were the white bandages wrapped tightly around both his arms. Just why was he in this White Room? Was this how he had broken the sensory bond?
Without any warning, Smaug sliced through the bindings with one of his claws and took in the mangled flesh beneath them. From Bilbo's wrist, all the way to the inside of his elbow, were crudely made, but very deep, gashes that looked extremely painful. Beyond painful, they looked near fatal. It must have taken days of medical work to keep Bilbo alive after these. They had still not healed, even though they smelled decently old. In fact, they were starting to bleed again as Bilbo struggled in his grip, trying to wrench his arm away from the Dragon.
"Hold still, you're going to make them worse." Smaug hissed, and his statement so confused Bilbo that the Hobbit did stop. He was utterly baffled by the apparently mood swing the Dragon just had. He was so angry when he walked in, and now he was acting curious and even gentle as he observed Bilbo's arms. Smaug finished his observation and then brought the scrawny arm to his lips and started licking the wounds, almost purring at the coppery taste of blood that tingled on his tongue. The Hobbit wasn't as thrilled, and was squirming and gasping in pain as the venom in the Dragons saliva cauterized his wounds.
When he finished with Bilbo's left arm, Smaug grabbed the right one and proceeded to cut through those bandages as well. His right arm was not as badly butchered, probably because Bilbo was right handed, but it still needed attention. Dwarven medicine may have kept the boy alive, but there was still a chance of infection and putrefaction that only fire, or Dragon Venom, could prevent. And his venom would not hurt the boy as much as fire could. Still, no cauterization was painless, in his experience.
"Are there more bandages in this room?" Smaug inquired when he was done. Bilbo had his eyes clenched shut and there was a light sweat on his forehead, and he didn't reply to the Dragon. Smaug snorted lightly and decided to just look for them. There were a few cupboards up high, that Bilbo wouldn't be able to reach without help, but that Smaug had no problem reaching. In them he found numerous medical instruments and salves. Reading through the labels quickly, he grabbed one ointment and two rolls of bandages. He didn't know when his mind had changed from hurting Bilbo to healing him, but suddenly here he was. Playing healer.
Smaug applied the ointment to the burned wounds before wrapping them again, just as tight as the Dwarves' wraps. He understood their caution. If Bilbo had hurt himself once, he could do it again. And they didn't want him to be able to mess with the healing cuts. It wouldn't take much for him to reopen the wounds and bleed out from them, possibly successfully next time. So Smaug made absolutely certain that his knots would not be untied and that the bandages would be going no where.
"W-Why are you d-doing this?" Bilbo sounded positively terrified, and Smaug did not blame him. In fact, it was almost nice to hear that fear. When they had met, and while they were journeying to Erebor, Bilbo had been so confident and assured, even if he was respectful. Now, he was cowering as he should be before a Dragon.
"Do I need a reason? Why did you try to kill yourself?" He demanded right back, tying the last knot on Bilbo's left arm with probably too much enthusiasm. Bilbo flinched at the extremely tight finish and took his arm back as soon as Smaug let it go.
"It doesn't matter. A-Are you here to kill me?" Smaug tired not to hear the hope in his voice.
"I cannot kill you, the contract forbids it." He reminded the thief. Bilbo sniffled a bit before daring to meet his golden eyes.
"What if I begged you to? The contract is over, I failed. So please, kill me."
"What about your dependent?" Smaug asked, and Bilbo paled. The Dragon didn't think it was possible for the already sheet white Bilbo to pale, but the mention of his loved one obviously did the trick. "She died. And that is why you tried to kill yourself. Your entire life had been focused on your loved one, and now she's gone, leaving you alone." He observed, noticing every flinch and cringe and tear that Bilbo displayed as he spoke.
"P-Please-" Bilbo sobbed, but Smaug covered the Hobbits mouth with his hand.
"I'm not going to kill you Bilbo. Because that would make you happy. And I am very angry with you. Instead I think I shall take you away from your little Dwarves and keep you all to myself. And keep you alive, whether you want to be or not." He hissed into Bilbo's tapered ear, causing the boy to sob sharply. Smaug grinned, nuzzling against Bilbo's neck lightly. "And when you're completely heart broken, I'll shatter what little hope you have left." He added, relishing the feeling of Bilbo shaking beneath him. "I said I wouldn't kill you, but there are still ways to make you useful. I've spent centuries without the touch of another, without taking pleasure in this form. I've decided to keep you as a pet, once I take the mountain back. And then I can take pleasure from you whenever I want." He growled lightly at the end, completely savoring the terror that rolled off his captive.
"Take your hands off him." Smaug froze in his nuzzling but did not move away from Bilbo. How had he not heard the door open? Had he been enjoying himself that much? And of course, it would be Oakenshield who came into the room. "I said, take your hands off him." He ordered again when Smaug did not heed his demand.
"And why should I Oakenshield?" Smaug growled, finally looking over his shoulder and meeting the Dwarf King's icy gaze. The Dwarf held a long curved sword in his hand, and a murderous glint in his eyes. Smaug did not doubt that he would lash out at the Dragon if provoked. And in his Man form, he was very susceptible to injury. He stood fluidly, but reached down to tangle his fingers into Bilbo's hair. The boy was still sobbing lightly, flinching at every movement the Dragon made. "He's so adorable isn't he? So small and helpless." Thorin couldn't help the growl that Smaug's taunting drew from him.
"You will take your hands off the Halfling, or I will cut them off." He threatened, clutching his sword tighter. Smaug tightened his fist in Bilbo's hair, and pulled up sharply, making Bilbo yelp in pain and scramble to his feet. The Dragon held the boy in front of him and kept his grip on Bilbo's hair while his other hand wandered down his neck and chest.
"Would you dare to attack me if your Hobbit stood in the way? Would you risk hurting him just to be rid of me?" Smaug asked with a smirk. Thorin clenched his teeth, making Smaug's grin grow even darker. The Dragon's hand drifted lower until he was cupping the Hobbit's member through his trousers. Bilbo gasped and writhed under the touch, sobbing and pleading to be let go. His arms still burned from the venom, and were useless as they hung at his sides, feeling too heavy and too hot to move. "I could take him. Right here. I could shove him to his knees and take his cute rounded arse and you wouldn't do a thing, because I can kill him in the blink of an eye. He would like that. If I killed him. But you...you would cry wouldn't you? I see the look in your eyes Oakenshield, you love the Hobbit."
"If you hurt him-"
"Oh your threats are tedious. Very well, I'll let him go. And I'll leave peacefully." Smaug stopped the movement of his hand on Bilbo's clothed member and stooped to hiss into his ear. "If the Hobbit pleasures me. On your knees, now." He ordered, and Bilbo really couldn't disobey. His legs were like jelly, and as soon as Smaug let go of him, he fell to his knees with a gasp of pain and sob of horror.
"Stop this!" Thorin demanded, for some reason paralyzed where he stood. He knew he could kill Smaug before Bilbo could be hurt, but a tiny part of his heart doubted himself, and that part would not allow him to jeopardize Bilbo.
"No, I don't think I will. I've gone centuries without a mate, and those red lips are so very tempting." Smaug rubbed his thumb over Bilbo's lips as he spoke, parting them lightly. "Make this good little Hobbit, or someone might be hurt." Smaug didn't even have to turn his head towards Thorin for Bilbo to know who he meant. Bilbo swallowed harshly, feeling a bit choked by his fear and sorrow. But he couldn't let Smaug hurt Thorin, not when it was in his power to stop the Dragon.
Bilbo bit his lips lightly as Smaug untied the strings of his trousers, letting them drop just enough for his rather impressive length to be freed. Bilbo's eyes widened at the sight of the Dragon, Smaug stroking his hair lightly and bringing him closer. Bilbo clenched his eyes shut, took a deep breath through his nose, and opened his mouth, waiting for the inevitable.
Smaug's member was warm, his body naturally hotter than other species, and absurdly thick. Bilbo shuddered to think of how much it would hurt had Smaug decided to take him rather than have Bilbo please him. Bilbo could barely take half of his member before he was choking and gagging. But Smaug did not take it easy on the Hobbit. As soon as his felt his member hit the back of Bilbo's throat, he thrust, grinning sickly at the tears gathering in those large blue eyes. He kept moving his hips back and forth, coaxing Bilbo to pleasure him. The Hobbit tentatively moved his tongue against his member, while trying to breathe through his nose.
"That's it little Hobbit. Now suck." Smaug demanded, his voice growing darker in his lustful state. Bilbo shuddered at the command but did as he was told. The sooner this was over with, the better. Smaug alternated between looking down at the boy pleasing him and sending taunting smirks at Thorin. The Dwarf King looked about a second away from killing every living thing he could get his hands on, but he also looked paralyzed. Like he couldn't move even if it meant saving Bilbo. And he didn't even appear to be seeing the looks Smaug sent him, his eyes firmly glued to the Hobbit that was so willingly pleasing the Dragon just so that Thorin wouldn't be hurt. Smaug could see the jealousy in Thorin's eyes, as well as the growing lust.
Bilbo didn't know how much time was passing. All he knew were the hands in his hair, and the member thrusting in his mouth, and the blush of humiliation on his cheeks. He could feel Thorin's gaze on him, watching him please Smaug, and he wished with all his being that he could make him look away. But the burning feeling of the Dwarf King's stare only got more intense with every moment that this continued.
He felt Smaug's thrusting become a little harsher, and more erratic, and that was all the warning he got. The Dragon thrust particularly roughly into his mouth and then came, his burning seed having no where to go but down Bilbo's throat. The Hobbit choked, but swallowed when it appeared Smaug wasn't going to be satisfied until he did. Smaug didn't pull himself from the Hobbits mouth until he was sure Bilbo had taken every drop. The Dragon purred lightly as he tucked his member back into his trousers and rubbed his thumb over those delicious lips again. They were warm and bright red from taking the Dragon and it made him pleased. He grabbed Bilbo by his collar and pulled him up so he could murmur in his ear, without Thorin hearing.
"I'll be back Bilbo, you and I both know that. And if I find out you're gone, or that you've killed yourself, nothing will save these Dwarves. I'll kill them all in the most painful way possible. Do you understand?" He rumbled softly, and Bilbo choked a sob before nodding. "Good boy." He dropped the Hobbit and stepped away from the crumpled form. Thorin kept his eyes on Smaug, but let the Dragon walk away so he could approach Bilbo. Smaug reached the door exactly as Thorin reached Bilbo, and only shot a smirk over his shoulder at the both of them before he left.
"Bilbo." Thorin said gently, kneeling next to the sobbing Hobbit. Bilbo scrambled away when Thorin made to put a hand on his shoulder, weeping more brokenly than anything Thorin had ever heard. "Bilbo..." Thorin tried again to touch Bilbo, but the Hobbit squirmed out his hands. Finally Thorin huffed and just scooped the boy up, bringing his onto his lap and waiting patiently as Bilbo fought against him. Thorin wondered if Bilbo's mind had finally shattered with this event. He wondered if Bilbo could even tell the difference between the Dwarf King and the Dragon than had just defiled him. "Shh...Bilbo please...it's only me." Thorin's voice cracked, and he was glad there was no one else around to hear it.
"P-Please-" Bilbo choked through his sobs. "P-Please m-make it st-top!"
"Make what stop?" Thorin asked quietly, though he had a sinking feeling he knew what Bilbo would say.
"E-Everything..." Bilbo moaned pitifully, and seconds later he was unconscious. Thorin couldn't move for at least ten minutes. His heart was thudding painfully fast and his stomach was in too many knots. But he knew he had to take Bilbo to Oin. Who knew what the Dragon did to him before Thorin arrived? There was obviously something wrong with Bilbo's arms, as he could hardly lift them. He had been so complacent the entire time, and while he wasn't the best as hand to hand combat, he still could have tried. Maybe the wounds had reopened.
Thorin eased himself, and the Hobbit in his arms, up from the floor and then stoically walked to the infirmary. Oin inspected every part of Bilbo before noticing the bandages were not the ones he had put on the Hobbit that morning. He cut through the finely wrapped cloth only for both of them to recoil in shock. The cuts were sealed, cauterized it appeared. Instantly Thorin knew what had happened. It took all his willpower to resist flipping every bed in the infirmary. He watched Oin cleanse the burns and dress them again before the King had to excuse himself. Not before shouting over his shoulder to retrain Bilbo. There was no doubt in his mind that Bilbo would want death with a renewed vengeance now that this had happened. And he could not let that happen. He wouldn't let that happened.
OOOOO
AN: I uh...I did warn you. I'll try to get the next chapter out lickity-split so I don't get hunted down with torches and pitchforks. Oh, and the story is almost over, I realized! Well, there's still probably four or five chapters, but that's considered close to me. Thank you for reading, even if you now hate my guts.