WARNING: There is ANOTHER ***R-18 SCENE*** in here; if you are uncomfortable to read any further. Thank you.

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Chapter 7

Mine

Under the starlit skies, Bilbo sat up with a shriek; terrified what had become his dreams. Bilbo stood up randomly and marched away aimlessly away from the Dwarfs Camp.

"Bilbo!" Fili chased him as he was the watcher of this night.

Tugging on his shirt, Bilbo turns around suddenly and slap him. Fili felt the burn, but did not let it down as he knows that Bilbo was going through to some trauma. "It's okay, Bilbo." He said as he watched Bilbo started to tear up soon afterwards the hobbit fell to his knees in defeat and was given in with all the tears that he had summoned up. "Bilbo.." Fili whispered as he came down with him. "What happened?"

"A dream... a nightmare... Azog was about to..."

Fili growled as his name was said, he then pull up his arms around him. Embracing him in the wells of comfort. "I'll get my uncle here right away." Fili told him as he released his hold, but Bilbo grabbed his shoulder in a shuddering plea.

"No! Please don't!" Bilbo cried as Fili looked at him looking confused.

"But Bilbo, Thorin can help you."

"It just won't work!"

"Why not?"

"It just can't! Thorin..." Memories flashed back where Thorin had hated him when they first meet and to the dangers they overcome, Bilbo was not part of his world. "Thorin probably hates me!" He suddenly shouted out that made Fili understand clearly.

"Bilbo! Don't be stupid, Uncle Thorin loves you! He had never hated you." Fili explained as Bilbo was in the decline of his words.

"And that is true..." Thorin appeared unexpectedly as he overheard the whole thing. "Fili, thank you." As if it was ordered to make his nephew leave, Fili did as he knew everything will be okay now with his uncle around. Thorin had Bilbo's clothes that were taken off of him by the Orcs, but when he tried to pass the pile of clothes, Bilbo snatched it away just to quickly put them on.

By passing the King, Fili smiled as he was counting on Thorin to do the right thing. Thorin breathed heavily when Fili left as he came towards Bilbo, who taken a step back.

"Please don't." Bilbo said as he tried drying his tears. "Just leave me alone." Still shaken by his nightmare, Bilbo will not be confronting this easily.

"Why? Did you have a nightmare?" Thorin asked as Bilbo started to tear up. Covering his mouth was a clear signal that Bilbo was going through a string of uneven emotions. "Bilbo... I'm so sorry to get you involved. If it wasn't for me...my sister too wouldn't be with Azog like that."

Bilbo looked up as if he took interest in what Thorin was saying. "Your sister too?"

"Yes, Azog got hold of her before, but luckily you... you are okay." Thorin decided to say as he opened his arms out, hoping Bilbo would run into him but the effect of the talk did not work as Bilbo turned away. "Bilbo."

Skittering away to a tree, Bilbo hid himself on the other side, avoiding the sights of Thorin who pursuit.

"Bilbo, can you please come out?" Thorin asked kindly as he looked around the tree. With a single glance, Bilbo huddled down to his knees and held them close.

"Please just leave me alone.." Bilbo muttered as he kept a invisible shell around him. This enraged the King of the Mountain as he shoots out his arm at Bilbo.

The hobbit gasped as he pulled up to the dwarf's stand. "Bilbo... please forgive me." As Bilbo realized he was being embraced by the sad dwarf.

"Ah.. Thorin?" He blushed deeply as they dropped to their knees. Weak to the ends of their toes, Bilbo shuddered as he felt tears were streaming up in his eyes. "I..." He couldn't say another word as he silenced with an unexpected kiss. 'Stop.' The hobbit shuddered as he was dropped flat on the ground with the help of Thorin lifting his legs to get him comfortable. Glancing up to the long haired dwarf, Thorin waited patiently as he tugs at the hobbit's collar. "No..." Bilbo plead as Thorin started to pant.

"It's okay." He whispered as he pulled Bilbo's red jacket off the side.

The hobbit gasped as he tried to turn away; 'Stop!' His mind cried to him. He had to get away, he just had too, but Thorin was too controlling.

"It's okay, Bilbo." He heard him say.

"No stop!" Bilbo cried again as his jacket was stripped away from him. Thorin held onto his stomach, carefully unbuttoning the hobbit's green vest in front of him. "Thorin... why..?" He was confused as he felt Thorin's fingers riding side his hip under his shirt. His hand snakes upwards to the hobbit's chin; Bilbo moaned.

"I'll be gentle.." Thorin told him as he helped the halfling take off his vest and white shirt. The pants was all was left. Thorin sighed as he remembered when they rescued him. Bare naked to the bone, Thorin felt the dignity to cover him for the entire time while he was unconscious. With Oin's help and great knowledge of sewing; he helped fix Bilbo's clothes. While the dwarves had traveled far and hid away so the Orcs wouldn't find them. While the hobbit stayed asleep; Thorin himself would actually volunteer to refresh the hobbit with a cloth to wipe his forehead and then to his entire body. Thorin would overhear the other dwarfs talk about him. 'It's my fault.' He recalled as he remembered his first hug with the hobbit. 'Bilbo.. I'm so sorry, but I have to do this.' He told himself as he watched Bilbo panic.

"Why are doing this to me?" Bilbo started to cry as he felt his entire pride had left him with this newfound pleasure, but Thorin did not say a word as he fluttered some kisses at the back of the hobbit's neck.

"I.. Bilbo." The dwarf couldn't find the words as he turned him around. Staring straight into his lighten eyes, Bilbo blushed lightly as he was mesmerized by Thorin's stillness. "Bilbo.." He repeated as he leaned in closer for a kiss. "I like you."

He was scared at first, but Bilbo started to feel indifferent as he carefully lead in too. With a small peck it became a long kiss. That Thorin released him and watched the hobbit pull his arms around him.

"Thorin." Bilbo cooed that made Thorin burn. Bilbo then realized he felt a budge in the dwarf's pants that frighten him a little.

"Can I?" Thorin asked politely as Bilbo was starting to see a new light on him.

Bilbo blushed carefully, then nodded without noticing he said yes. It was when he gasped loudly that brought him to his realization. "Thorin! What are you!?" Thorin had stripped his pants and the hobbit was bare naked to the bottom. "Stupid dwarf!" He cried as his own member harden.

"You said yes." Thorin teased as he removed his own pants as well. Bilbo gasped as Thorin had lifted his legs and picked him up. Bilbo held tight around Thorin's neck as he felt something prick him.

There, the hobbit screamed. "No... stop! It hurts!" Bilbo cried uncontrollably.

"It's a good thing, we are far from the camp. I don't want the other dwarves be hearing you, Bilbo." Thorin added as he was showing his obsessive side. It's been so long, Thorin was finding this more enjoyable in every way possible. As he slowly pushes through. Bilbo screamed as his grip around Thorin was even tighter. Licking his large set of hands, Thorin moist Bilbo's opening, Bilbo flinched as he felt his saliva slip by his lips.

"Stop..." He cringed as Thorin poked his finger through him, this scared Bilbo right away as Thorin was only preparing him for the ride of his life.

"I think that's good enough.." Thorin recalled as he thrust his finger in and out enough times that made Bilbo little more eager. Taking out his finger, he placed his member underneath. "Finally, we will be united..." Thorin said. "And I'll be your first.."

Bilbo's eyes widen as Thorin went through. In every thrust, Bilbo cried and couldn't stop moaning for help either. "It hurts... it hurts!" He would repeat as Thorin set him down. Pulling his member out and turning the hobbit over to his stomach. Bilbo looked at him pitifully. "Thorin?" He replied as Thorin had this pleasing look.

"You're more useful than I thought." Thorin recalled as he pushed himself into his cavern.

Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Bilbo quickly muffled his own sounds as he bit his lower lip to prevent some grunts and groans that was coming out of his own throat.

'Damn that dwarf..' The hobbit thought wildly while Thorin stayed in sync with his thrusts. His cheeks were burning red and Bilbo couldn't help thinking he had to scream, so much was going through his body to a point; he couldn't remember how Azog touched him.

'Mine.'

His eyes widen as Bilbo remembered his Ring then Thorin in his dreams holding so tightly on his wrist, Thorin wasn't himself; the hobbit noted as Bilbo let out a holler that made his muscles tighten because of this Thorin reacted.

With a quicken groan, Thorin pulled out; spilling every drop inside of him. The hobbit cried as his own member had spilled as well. They laid helplessly right beside each other, panting with exhaustion. Thorin sighed with relief and thought of being considerable as he covered Bilbo with his heavy jacket that he left off the side. On his back, Bilbo looks at the dwarf who laid down beside him. "Too hot.." Bilbo plea as he removed the dwarf's jacket off of him.

"Bilbo." Thorin called out as he caressed the halfling's cheek. Bilbo blinked before he removed Thorin's touch away. Confused; Bilbo couldn't look at the dwarf in the eye. "Bilbo." He cried as Bilbo felt the need to be angry at him.

Panting while feeling his hot tears seep from his eyes, Bilbo, only looked as Thorin kissed him passionately as his eyes was shut tight.

Mine.

Thus scaring the poor hobbit as the kiss deepen.