After the Floods

Title: After the Floods
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: (AU) 1/1 Merry and Pippin have a bit of fun after the flooding of Isengard.
Feedback: Yes, please. Flames will be laughed at.
Warnings: PWP, slash!
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.


Merry let out a heavy sigh astrudtrudged after Pippin in the murky waters surrounding Isengard. Treebeard had let the hobbits off near the shallow waters, knowing most of the perils of the wretched tower and its land had been destroyed. Now, the two hobbits were combing through the floating debris in hopes of finding anything suitable to eat, but all they found were smashed bits.

The hobbits spotted the remains of a shed and what appeared to be barrels. “Pippin, I think we should explore that area. Maybe there’s some food or drink.”

Pippin nodded, wading over to the area where Merry pointed. Both hobbits crawled onto the dry stone, scrambling to reach the shed and explore its contents. Several of the barrels were toppled over, the lids broken, spilling out apples or pipeweed. Pippin picked up one of the apples, brushed it off with his cloak, and eagerly took a bite.

“It’s very good, Merry,” Pippin stated in between smacks.

Although Merry was grateful for the food, he was more excited othe the pipeweed. “Look Pippin! Oh, it feels as if ages have passed since my last smoke. I think I still may have a pipe somewhere....”

“Oh, Merry, do worry about that later,” Pippin sneered, stepping before the older hobbit. He took another bite of the apple, gh hgh he did it slowly and trailed his tongue over the oozing juice. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Merry licked his lips, shuddering as heat shot straight to his groin at thautiautiful sight of his cousin. “Aye, that I am. Let me have a taste of that.”

Pippin held out the apple, and he let out a startled gasp as Merry shoved away his hand, instead firmly kissing the lad’s lips. The young hobbit groaned softly, parting his lips to allow Merry’s tongue inside, dueling gently with one another. The apple dropped from Pippin’s hand, and he wrapped his arms around Merry’s neck as the kiss deepened. Merry’s hands slid under Pippin’s cloak, kneading the lad’s buttocks, earning a high pitched moan.

“Hm, you taste sweeter than any apple, Pippin,” Merry murmured, lowering his head to nip at the young hobbit’s neck.

“Merry,” Pippin gasped, clenching his hands into the older hobbit’s shoulders. “Oh....it has been too long. I miss kissing you and making love.” Tears clung to his eyes. “When we were captured by the orcs I thought....I thought...”

Merry hugged Pippin tightly, rocking him gently while raining kisses along the lad’s flushed cheeks. “I know, Pip. I know. We’re safe now. No harm will come to us.”

Pippin sniffled and wiped at his eyes. “You’re right.” He laughed as he caught sight of Merry’s dirty face. “You’ve got ash all over you. The both of us are in a desperate need of a bath.”

Merry snorted. “I don’t lthe the idea much of bathing in this filthy water.”

The young hobbit gazed about the water, heading behind the shed. “Over here Merry! The water is cleaner, though a bit chilly.”

Merry came around, gasping at the sight of Pippin beginning to remove his clothing. The lad’s cloak, suspenders, and shirt had been discarded, revealing his pale chest and nipples hardening from the cool breeze. Pippin froze when he spotted Merry staring at him, gray eyes darkening in lust. Theng hng hobbit felt his face flush with heat, and his heart began to flutter.

“Merry,” Pippin murmured, “will you undress me?”

The older hobbit shuddered, and he raced over to Pippin, kissing the lad savagely. Pippin let out a led led cry as Merry’s fingers dipped below his trousers, giving his rump a good squeeze before whipping around to undo the laces. The young hobbit giggled as Merry struggled with the fastenings.

“Merry, darling, slow down or you’ll get your fingers tangled,” Pippin chuckled.

“I can’t help it,” Merry panted, licking and sucking on Pippin’s collarbone. “You make me barmy sometimes Peregrin Took.”

Merry finally undid the laces and yanked down the lad’s trousers, who kd thd them off his feet. He hoisted Pippin on a fallen slab of stone and nuzzled his cheek against the lad’s member, causing the flesh to harden further. It had been too long since their last intimate encounter, and Merry dearly missed his lover’s sweet cries, the musky scent of arouarousal, and the taste of his honeyed skin. For a moment, Merry examined his cousin’s body, noticing that it seemed a bit longer in stature.

“Merry, please, don’t tease me,” Pippin whimpered, arching his back as nimble fingers brushed over the sensitive head of his penis.

The young hobbit let out a scream as Merry’s mouth enveloped his stiff cock. Pippin quickly clasped his hand over his mouth to stifle further cries. He bucked his hips upward, wanting more of the wet warmth that surrounded him. Merry stilled his hips, grinning widely around Pippin’s turgid flesh, slowly lowering his head until his nose was buried in a patch of silky curls. Pippin’s hands sought Merry’s, and their fingers twined together lovingly. The young hobbit’s fingers clenched around Merry’s as the older hobbit bobbed up and down on his shaft.

“Merry!” Pippin cried, pressing his eyes shut from the pleasure cascading through his form. “I need......I need....”

Merry understood. One of his hands untangled from Pippin’s, and he brushed his fingertips over the lad’s red, swollen lips. Mewling, Pippin snaked out his tongue around the digits before engulfing them in his mouth, sucking earnestly. Merry relinquished Pippin’s member, giving the rosy head a quick lick. He nearly came undone at the sight of Pippin’s pert lips wrapped around his fingers.

Gently, Merry eased his fingers out and helped Pippin lean back until the lad was flat on the surface. He gripped Pippin’s legs and placed them over his shoulder, causing the young hobbit’s rump to raise into the air. The older hobbit resumed suckling Pippin’s member, and he lowered his fingers to circle the puckered entrance before plunging inside. Pippin arched his back, letting out a shattered cry as the tiny lump within his body was brushed over. Tingles shot up his spine and went all the way to his fingers and toes. His body was growing very hot and t wat was trickling down everywhere. It felt as if he would melt in Merry’s arms. Merry’s own hard arousal was screaming for release, but he would hold off until Pippin’s needs were met.

“Ugh...Merry I’m going to come!” Pippin wept, grasping at Merry’s hair, trying to tug him away. “Stop! Oh, please, not yet! I want to come with you inside me! Merry!”

Merry didn’t stop. He only increased the pace of his furious bobbing, swirling his tongue over Pippin’s plump head while he fingered the lad faster and rougher. Sobbing Merry’s name, Pippin came in hard spurts into Merry’s mouth, weeping heavily from pent up emotion and long awaited orgasm. Merry hungrily swallowed the salty fluid and placed his hands under Pippin’s shoulders, dragging the shaking lad off and onto his feet.

“I told you to stop,” Pippin grumbled, wiping away his tears.

Laughing, Merry placed tender kisses along Pippin’s jaw. “You’ll get your wish, my love. I only wanted to make you feel good after all the misery we’ve been through.”

“And you did, Merry,” Pippin sighed, voice softening. “That was wonderful, but we’re still in need of a bath. Come along....oh!”

“Careful, Pip,” Merry chuckled, catching the lad before he fell. “I didn’t think you’d be so shaky afterwards.”

“It’s not my fault,” Pippin chided, gaining back his composure. “Now, off with your clothes!”

Merry as Pippin attacked his face and neck with insistent kisses, making it difficult to shed his clothing. Exploring fingers buried beneath his trousers, gripping his aching member, causing Merry to shout.

“Hm, you feel so big Merry,” Pippin giggled, brushing his nose over the older hobbit’s. “You even seem a tal taller.”

“Pippin, I don’t think this is the time to discuss height differences,” Merry growled playfully, kicking away his trousers.

Pippin squeaked as Merry hauled him off the ground, carrying him over the crystal water. The water was surprisingly warm and only reached mid-waist. The older hobbit sat down with Pippin cradled in his arms, ing ing in content as the water rippled around his lower back, leaving a portion of his chest and shoulders on the surface. Pippin was grinning mischievously, nipping at Merry’s bottom lip.

“What shall we do now Pippin?” Merry inquired, brushing his fingertips over the lad’s cleft.

The young hobbit pushed away his hands. “I said we were going to bathe, so that’s what we’re going to do.”

Merry mumbled in protest, which turned to a startled gasp as Pippin splashed wateer her his face. Growling, Merry gripped Pippin by the curls, yanking him back until he was submerged in the water. Pippin coughed and rubbed his eyes vigorously as he was tugged back up. He gave a low growl and shoved his entire weight on Merry, forcing the older hobbit to fall underneath the water. Both playfully fought, splashing water back and forth, rolling and tangling limbs and lips. Merry shot upright, grinding his throbbing erection into Pippin, who was now growing quite aroused once again. The older hobbit threaded his fingers through Pippin’s drenched locks, tilting the lad’s head back to lavish his neck with nibbles and pecks.

“Pippin, my beautiful Pippin,” Merry groaned, forcing the lad’s head back to capture his lips.

The young hobbit broke the kiss, tracing his fingers over Merry’s face. “All the ash is gone. See? I got you all nice and clean.”

“Oh, Pip, what would I do without you?” Merry laughed, crushing the lad into a tight embrace.

“You’d wouldn’t survive,” Pippin answered, eyebrow raising. He urged Merry to stand up, marveling as the older hobbit’s cock stood out before him. The young hobbit kissed the crown, eliciting a sharp hiss from Merry. “Hm, you taste wonderful Merry.”

“Pippin, I’ll come right now if you keep this up,” Merry moaned.

“We can’t have that,” Pippin muttered. “I need you inside me. Now.”

Merry dropped back down, grunting as Pippin spun around and thrust his bottom onto his pelvis. The young hobbit lifted his rump back up, letting Merry guide his cock to the lad’s hole. With one savage thrust, Merry buried his penis to the hilt, causing Pippin to cry out.

“Oh, Merry, you are bigger,” Pippin winced, biting his bottom lip.

“Am I hurting you?” Merry asked.

“Just give me a moment,” Pippin answered, leaning back into Merry’s chest.

Whispering sweet endearments, Merry rained soft kisses along the lad’s shoulder blades as his hand circled Pippin’s growing cock, pumping it delicately. Only when Pippin began to thrust his bottom did Merry feel ready to move. He hooked his other arm around Pippin’s waist, helping the lad to lift off his cock until only the tip remained embedded. Then, he slammed the young hobbit back down, making Pippin squeal and thrash violently when his sweet spot was struck.

“Merry!” Pippin screamed, digging his nails into the older hobbit’s arm. “Please, oh please take me harder!”

“Like this?” Merry snarled, leaning forward a bit to give himself more room. His thrusts were short but fierce, making Pippin jolt back and forth from the force. “Do you want it like this?”

“Yes, oh yes!” Pippin wailed, head lolling back to Merry’s shoulder. “Ah! Merry mine!”

The older hobbit suddenly pulled completely out, ignoring Pippin’s angry protest. Merry dragged him back the submerged wall, pinning Pippin against it. The young hobbit mewled as Merry’s lips collided with his, and he was lifted from the ground. Water still splashed against them as Pippin wrapped his legs around Merry’s waist, letting out an excited whimper as he felt the older hobbit’s cock nudge his entrance. Pippin’s back rested on the wall, allowing Merry to snake his arm around the lad’s waist, keeping him upright. With his other hand, Merry positioned himself and violently shoved back in to the warmth he so desperately wanted to be buried in, creating a steady but a ferocious rhythm. Tears were trickling down Pippin’s flushed cheeks, and every pound of Merry’s cock made him cry out.

“Pip, what’s wrong?” Merry cried.

Pippin violently shook his head. “Just kiss me, Merry, and don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Choking back a sob, Merry pressed his mouth to Pippin’s, dipping his tongue inside the sweet orifice. He knew Pippin’s sorrow. The misery and fear of their time in the hands of the orcs was still fresh. Merry recalled their maltreatment and how his beloved Pippin was almost violated, and how he felt so ashamed that he only laid by and watched. It was the attack from men that had spared his love torment. He should have been able to do more for his cousin.

Hot tears dribbled down Merry’s face as he continued to passionately kiss Pippin. Merry’s rhythm was growing uneven. His cock was starting to twitch from the approach of orgasm. Ecstasy was mounting in both bodies, and Pippin was the first to peak, reaching orgasm for the second time that day. He let out a piercing scream as his body erupted with pleasure. The clamping walls of Pippin’s silken passage made Merry come as well, flooding the lad’s body with his seed. Both were left shuddering from aftershocks.


Meanwhile....

The hobbits’ screams caught Treebeard’s attention, and he trudged through the water at full pace, worried that the odd creatures were being attacked and killed. To his shock, he spotted Merry and Pippin near a crumbling shed, kissing and groping at one another desperately. Merry seemed to be thrusting sporadically against Pippin’s bottom, and the young hobbit was shrieking in delight at every shove. Treebeard shook his head and turned back toward the tower, leaving the two hobbits to their activity.

“Hoom. Hobbits are indeed strange creatures, but are very interesting as well. Hoom. Hoom.”

Back with the hobbits....

Merry and Pippin were panting hard, occasionally mustering the strength to deliver tender smooches before the older hobbit gently carried Pippin out of the water. Merry carried the lad back to the shed, wrapping his cloak around them both. He snuggled Pippin’s cheek.

“How do you feel, love?” Merry inquired.

“Wonderful...thanks to you,” Pippin answered. “That was....truly amazing.”

“No as amazing as you,” Merrymuremured. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you as well,” Pippin replied, rubbing Merry’s cheek. “I could use some of that pipeweed right now.”

“Hm, I do believe a good smoke is needed,” Merry chuckled, reaching for one of fallen barrels.

End