Summary: Treasure isn't always gold and jewels. How far are you willing to go to fight for yours? (AU, set well after BoFA)
Walking the quiet halls of Erebor, you felt uneasy at where you were heading. It wasn't that you disliked the place; it was more why you had to go there. No one was wandering down here at this time of night and you knew that was exactly why it happened now.
Fíli and Kíli had both stopped you recently, together and separately. They were worried and had every right to be. They had seen the cracks and had thought they'd healed a long time ago. You had only heard stories about those days, but it had made you watchful. A relapse would not end well for anyone.
Pausing as you reached a shadowed entrance, you listened intently. The room was silent, but that didn't mean anything. He could be damn quiet when he wanted to and you had no desire to startle him. Walking quietly onto the stone balcony, you let your arms rest along a slab of rock and stared down at the piles of gold and jewels below.
You felt something tug deep in your gut as the torches made the treasure glitter and dance before your eyes. It was seductive and alluring, far more than it should have been for a pile of metal and stones. And if you were feeling it you could only manage what he was going through.
A movement caught your eye and you saw the object of your thoughts stomping through the vault. Even from a distance you could see the scowl on his face, a permanent fixture it seemed these days. He wasn't even looking at the gold, just pounding along the path between the large piles. He was wearing the light clothes he sometimes wore to bed, but had his heavy boots on which looked completely out of place with the linens.
Tipping your head to the side, you watched as he wandered angrily. How many times had he snuck out to come here in the middle of the night? What was he even doing it? Were his nephews' fears coming to fruition?
When he came back around, he paused and looked up sharply. His expression darkened when he saw you, his mouth pressing into a flat line. You immediately knew he was not impressed, but was it because you were here or that you had caught him here?
You returned his scowl with a mild look, unwilling to be cowed. If this was what you thought it was, you needed to stop it. Immediately. You held his gaze for a moment longer before pushing away from your spot. Walking to the stairs, you tried to figure out what to say to him. When it came to Erebor's gold, Thorin had an explosive temper. If handled poorly, you would make this worse.
"What are you doing here?" The demand came before you were even off the stairs.
"Looking for you." Silently, you told yourself to be calm. If you both lost your tempers, nothing would happen except bruised feelings.
"It's the middle of the night," he said shortly, glaring at you. "You should be asleep."
So should you. You lifted one shoulder in a shrug, murmuring, "I never sleep well without you there."
Something flared in his eyes but it was quickly gone. "Go back to bed," he ordered, turning away.
Your spine stiffened and you had to bite your tongue to keep from snapping at him. "To do what?" you asked mildly when you got your temper in check. "Lie awake and wonder what plagues my king?"
He looked back at you, fierce frown once again clouding his face. "You cannot help me with this," he said lowly.
Says him. There was no way you were going to lose him to a pile of coins.
"Go back to bed," he said again, his voice gentler this time. "Please."
That one word nearly sent you back to your room. He rarely said it, even to you. As a king, it wasn't a mandatory part of his vocabulary. And you knew he had said it because he didn't want you to see him down here. But despite that, you weren't going to leave him to face his dragons on his own.
You felt him stiffen when you brushed past him, going deeper into the vault.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
Gone was the lover and the king returned, you mused. "I really haven't been here before," you said honestly. "I thought I'd look around."
"Why now?"
You refrained from rolling your eyes. He wouldn't have seen it, but he had an uncanny knack for reading your body language. "Why not now?" you countered. "I'm awake and not needed anywhere else."
He grumbled behind you and loudly followed as you wandered, his displeasure clear.
You barely looked at all of the treasure around you. The pull was still there, but it was dull compared to what you felt in his presence. Your steps slowed as you thought about that. Did he simply need something to pull on him greater than the gold?
Others had told you how the treasure had seized his mind, how it had nearly driven all of them to disaster. Now he was possibly on the brink again and was too stubborn to ask for help. Well, you weren't going to let that happen without a fight.
Turning to face him, you saw he was a few steps behind and watching you with narrowed eyes.
"You're planning something," he said lowly, his gaze moving over your face.
"Perhaps."
Somehow his eyes narrowed further. "Whatever it is, give it up."
"Never," you growled, startling him. "I will never stop fighting for what I want."
"Which is?"
"You." You great idiot, you added sourly, irritated you had to actually say it.
He shook his head. "You have me," he said dismissively. "That isn't-"
"Thorin, shut up."
Black brows slammed down over his eyes. "What did you…," he trailed off angrily, unable to even finish the sentence.
"You heard me." You tossed your hair over your shoulder and pointed at him. "And you misunderstood me."
"How so?" he said tightly, his jaw clenched.
"I want you." You paused briefly. "Now."
Lust sprang to life amid the anger in his eyes. "You don't command me."
You nearly scoffed at that. He was King Under the Mountain, yes, but the dynamic between you changed when you were alone.
"And you had me a few hours ago."
"Your point?" you asked. "I want you again. Now."
He could pretend he was annoyed with your demands, but his arousal shone in his gaze and his sleep clothes did nothing to hide his growing erection.
You stepped back when he reached out for you, no doubt intending to carry you from the vault. But that wouldn't do. "No. Here."
Thorin frowned. "Here?" he echoed, looking around.
"Yes," you said simply.
"A bed would be more comfortable," he coaxed.
"I'm not looking for comfort right now."
His eyes narrowed at your tart tone of voice. "You're looking for a sharp smack to the ass right now," he muttered.
The threat made you shiver. Smiling at him, you tugged on the tie of your robe and shrugged out of the thick mantle.
"In Durin's name," he growled, his eyes wide now. "You came here like that?!"
"I was covered," you said mildly. But the robe was all you had put on so you were as naked as he had left you earlier.
He took a step toward you, desire clouding his expression. "You're shameless."
Only where he was concerned. "Are you going to come over here or not?" you asked, rolling your shoulders.
His gaze dropped immediately to your breasts and your nipples tightened under his stare. "You don't command me," he repeated, but his voice was ragged.
You shrugged and sauntered forward. "We both know that isn't true," you purred, cupping his erection.
His thick frame shuddered as you rubbed him through his pants. Blue eyes were glittering brightly as he stared at you, his desire so plain to see.
Smiling at him, you sank to your knees before him and nearly laughed at the noise that left him. You tugged on the ties of his trousers and slowly pulled the material down.
He hissed as it drug over his cock, the feeling not one he wanted. "Don't," he warned as you let the material pool over his boots.
Your grin could only be described as cat-in-the-cream. "Don't what?" you breathed, raking your nails up his thighs.
Thorin glared at you, but didn't answer. You knew he had meant several things and he didn't want you doing any of them. Especially not leading him on a merry chase through the gold when his pants were around his ankles. There was only one thing he wanted from you right now and lucky for him you wanted to do it.
Licking your lips, you held his gaze as your breath caressed him. You saw his brows draw together while he shifted on his feet, anxious for your mouth to be on him. Letting him suffer for a moment longer, you smirked when his lips pulled back in a snarl. "Temper, temper," you chided, leaning forward.
"Do not-Mahal!" he barked out as your tongue flicked over the head of his cock.
You tried to stop smirking, but you couldn't as you licked along the length of him. Pressing your hands to his thighs, you kneaded at the thick muscles there, feeling them bunch and tense as you made your way back up him. You caught his eyes again as you took him into your mouth and saw his roll back as you slid down him.
A groan slid past his parted lips as you sucked on him when you could take no more. One hand fisted in your hair as you slowly pulled back, your cheeks still hollowed as you sucked on him. His fingers clenched against you when your tongue swirled around him, licking and teasing the sensitive crown.
His muscles were tensing under your palms as you bobbed on him again. You could feel all of his caged strength trying to keep him from thrusting into your mouth. You knew he wanted to and he knew you'd stop as soon as he did. The growling groans leaving him made you shiver. You wanted him to make them again when his face was buried between your thighs. Your body tightened at the mere thought of it and it was all you could do to focus on the task at hand.
Surprise filled you when Thorin caught your hand and tugged you onto your feet. "Thorin?" you murmured.
"Shut up," he growled at you, his mouth hungrily claiming yours.
Moaning, you wrapped your arm around his neck and your fingers clung to his hand. You pressed good and tight to him, loving the feel of his solid body against you. The material of his shirt was a fine weave, but it felt harsh because you wanted skin. Below the hem, his erection was pressing hotly to your stomach and making the ache between your thighs throb.
He broke the kiss with a growl, his hands releasing their hold on you for a moment so he could wrap his arms around you. Lifting you off your feet, he began carrying you away.
"Thorin, no," you hissed, nipped at his ear.
He jerked back to glare at you. "You really want me to take you here? Where anyone could find us?" he demanded.
"It's the middle of the night," you growled. "Only fools are awake at this hour."
His eyes narrowed at the insult and he quickly pressed you down onto a bed of gold and jewels. He ignored your grumble at the chill of the metal and moved down your body.
You stared down at his dark head as he trailed his lips over your stomach. His hair brushed against your skin, making you shiver and moan. "Yes," you hissed softly when his mouth moved between your legs.
Blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as his tongue parted your wet folds, ending with a teasing lick to your clit. His low chuckle when you spread your legs further had you biting your lip to keep from screaming.
You didn't look away from him as he began to lap and suck at you, even though you wanted to. Your lids were heavy and you wanted to close them to savour what he was doing. But you forced yourself to hold his gaze, entire body trembling at the raw passion burning in them.
Moans fell from your lips as rough palms slid up your body to cup your breasts. Thick fingers toyed with your nipples, rolling and pinching them almost painfully. Your breath caught as he sucked hard on you, your hands flying down to grip his hair when he started humming. "Thorin!"
He didn't let up, even when you pushed at him desperately. He kept you where he wanted you, not letting you get away as your pleasure began to peak.
Throwing your head back, you finally broke eye contact as your body trembled on the edge of release. You inhaled sharply, but your cry of pleasure turned to one of distress when he pulled away from you. It died on your lips as he surged up your body. He claimed your mouth roughly even as he thrust deep inside you.
Your fingers tightened on him, your nails scraping his scalp as he pounded into you. The slight burn of his entry had passed almost immediately and now your body was greedily clutching at him, not wanting him to leave you. Your feet pressed to the slippery coins, pushing you against him to meet his thrusts.
Shuddering as he growled into your mouth, you gasped when he fisted a hand in his tunic and ripped it over his head. It broke both the kiss and your hold on him. For a moment, you got to feel his skin rubbing against yours before he pulled away completely. You stared up at him, dazedly wondering what he was about.
You didn't have to wonder for long. Watching with wide eyes, you shivered as he hooked your legs over his arms, lifting and spreading you. You whimpered as he grasped your hips, picking up his hard pace again. Grabbing at the coins around you, you tried to hang onto some form of sanity but it wasn't working.
Biting down on your lip, you tried to contain the noises wanting to leave you. You had no desire to bring guards down on you with your screams. But Thorin's strokes were hard and fierce and making your body burn. Your thighs squeezed him as your release hovered just out of reach. As much as you wanted to orgasm, you didn't want this to be over yet.
It was hard, but you somehow managed to plant your feet on his chest and you shoved with all the strength you could muster. You tried not to cry out as you dislodged him and you actually felt his temper spark to life.
"What are you doing?" he snarled.
You lifted your head and trembled as you saw him. His eyes were bright with anger and desire, the blue nearly glowing in the torches. His skin was slick with sweat as he knelt just past your feet, his body shaking harshly. "Making you work for it," you whispered, knowing it would set him off.
His eyes narrowed on you and your breath caught. "Making me work for it," he growled.
Knowing he was on edge, you tried to push yourself away from him. It didn't work. Even if you could have found purchase on the slippery metal, he lunged forward and grasped your ankle. A startled cry left you when he flipped you over, pressing against you.
"You are mine," he snarled in your ear, his legs pushing yours apart. "And I will not be denied what is mine."
Your head smacked back into his shoulder when he sank into you again. "Thorin," you whimpered.
He grunted harshly, his hips already driving him deeper with each thrust. His weight kept you pinned to the treasure, unwilling to let you get away from him again.
Shudders ripped through you as he nipped at your neck and shoulders. His teeth closed on you hard enough to leave bruises, marking you to show that you were his. Normally you didn't let him do that but you were helpless to stop him. You had pushed him and this was his response.
Your fingers curled into the gold again as he cock rubbed against that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Moaning as he angled his thrusts so he'd move over it harder, you nearly cursed him as he wedged a hand under you. He toyed with your clit as he took you, winding your pleasure so tightly you thought you'd crack.
Trembles wracked you from head to toe as your release crept closer. Your eyes squeezed shut as his beard rubbed over the sensitive skin he had been abusing and you gasped as his mouth pressed just under your ear.
"Do. Not."
Breath freezing in your lungs, you knew what he was telling you. You whimpered in protest, shaking your head.
"Don't," he warned again, still taking you mercilessly.
A soft wail left you as you tried to ignore what his body was doing to you and follow his command. It was almost painful because you were hovering on the edge of orgasm and he was driving you closer to it with every touch. But he didn't want you going yet.
Dropping your head, you panted for air, your body torn as you fought the desire to just let go. What more could he do to you if you did?
His low growl in your ear made you cry out, muscles clenching around him. "You never listen," he snarled.
"Thorin, don't," you nearly wailed as he slowed.
"You deserve it for thinking to make me 'work for it'."
You clenched your teeth, desperate for the hard pace you had just lost.
"Are you going to do it again?" he rumbled.
You shook your head frantically. "No!"
His chuckle made your blood burn. "Liar," he growled, "but it'll give me an excuse to punish you later."
Nearly sobbing in relief when he began thrusting again, you ignored his words. It was a never ending cycle between you, the teasing and punishment, and you both enjoyed it more than you should. Shuddering, you let go of the hold you'd had on yourself, letting yourself feel everything he was doing to you. It wasn't going to take much more to-
"Now," Thorin growled in your ear.
You were helpless to stop your response. Crying out as your desire snapped, you bucked under him, unable to go anywhere as he kept you caged. Pleasure sparked through your veins, an inferno stoked by his still thrusting hips. You tried to pull his hand away from you as the pleasure became too intense, but it was no use as he milked your climax for all it was worth.
"Thorin!" you yelled, desperate for him to orgasm so he'd relent.
His body shook above you, his thrusts suddenly short and pointed. A low noise rumbled up from deep in his chest, making your toes curl in response. He gradually slowed, his hot breaths falling on your neck as his own pleasure washed through him.
Slumping on the coins, you mumbled indistinctly as he pressed kisses to your neck. You weren't going to be able to move for quite a while yet, but this was not comfortable. Not that you'd tell him that. He'd gloat about it, but you'd remember for next time.
"You know better than to provoke me," he said huskily. "Why would you now?"
Because gold and jewels were not the only treasure the vault held and you refused to lose yours down here to the lumps of metal and shiny rocks. "Because," you said simply, as if that was an acceptable answer.
He paused before a low chuckle left him. "Let's get you back in bed, shall we?" he murmured, rubbing his cheek against your neck. "Before we both fall asleep and someone catches us down here."
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling at the thought, but inwardly you were pleased. If you caught him here again, at least you knew how to get him out without it dissolving into a fight that would bring the mountain down around the pair of you.
A/N: Angry sex + Thorin = far too easy to write. I started this last night and managed to crank it out a lot faster than I was expecting. I'd seen a confession about it over on tumblr, about Thorin taking someone in the treasure vault and my mind just went WE NEED TO DO THIS! I also had someone request it so it just made me want to write it more. Hope you enjoyed!