Rain

Title: Rain
Fandom: Lord of the rings
Coupling: Pippin/Merry
Squicks: Slash, Incest, seme!Pippin, Angst.

Notes: Inspired by a plot bunny Dana gave me, it kind of gained a life of it's own.


They fell together like rain, pulling and clutching at cloth and leather and metal. Their lips only parting when it was necessary to peel the clothes from their eager bodies. Merry placed a hand behind his cousin's back and backed him towards the bed. Pippin squeaked as his knees met the edge and he toppled backwards onto the soft downy blankets, his head just falling short of landing on the pillows.

Merry gave him a lustful grin and pounced, succeeding in pinning both the smaller Hobbit's arms and legs. Merry looked into Pippin's eyes and paused as a great wave of emotion rushed through him. It started like the first spark of a flame in the pit of his belly the spread outward, reaching even the tips of his fingers and toes.

It had been happening a lot lately.

Their hormonal romps between the bed sheets had been going on for years now, almost since Pippin was old enough, but it had always been fast and hot and lust. Rushed kisses, and even more hurried foreplay, just two lads finding an outlet for their energies in each other.

Lately the older Hobbit had been feeling something else, something more.

When he looked into the emerald depths of his cousin's deceivingly innocent eyes hend hnd himself waiting, to admire and savor. He had caught himself pausing to study the curve of Pippin's jaw or the dusting of feather soft hair over his chest. All the while the strange ache in the pit of his stomach had been growing, pulsating with the rushing of blood in his ears and the movement of Pippin's hand on his cock.

Pulling his mind kicking and screaming back into the moment, he broke eye contact and brought their mouths together in a crash of lips and tongues.

Releasing Pippin's arms, Merry trailed kisses and bites along his jaw and down over his neck. He twisted at his cousin's firm nipples, earning a delightful reward as Pippin gasped and arched.

The Took's skilled hands wrapped their way around Merry's cock and began to twist and squeeze. The older Hobbit groaned loudly and thrust into those heavenly hands, grinding their hips together like a freezing man trying to build a fire to its brightest and hottest point.

Merry licked a sticky trail over Pippin's neck and up to his ear, biting down on the ear lob and almost drawing blood. Pippin tightened his grip and quicken his pace and all Merry could do was hiss into his ear. His lips found their way back to Pippin's neck and he began to kiss and suck and nip, knowing full well that he would leave marks upon his cousin's lightly tanned skin. No one would ever suspect that the youth had gotten them from his closest cousin, and they would be the whispered talk of the town.

"Oh, Pip," Merry moaned between gasps and licks. "If you don't....slow down..." his voiced hitched and he shut his eyes. "I'm going to finish...before you."

Pippin nibbled on the tip of Merry's ear. "S'my turn on top, anyway."

And with a sharp cry, Merry released himself into Pippin's welcoming hands.

Without giving his cousin even a moment to rest, Pippin rolled them over and snatched up a jar of sweet clover honey from the nightstand. They both dipped their fingers into the golden liquid and cast the jar aside. Merry's fingers ran over the entire length of Pippin's cock, squeezing and coating it. He lay back and Pippin spread Merry's legs apart. Without pause he eased one sticky finger into Merry's willing body, then another, thrusting them in and out and watching as the favorable responses played out over his partner's face.

When Pippin was satisfied with that, he withdrew hingerngers and placed the tip of his ready cock there. Pausing a moment to capture Merry's lips in another kiss, then thrusting quickly and fully inward. Pippin's kiss captured Merry's gasp and he began to thrust in and out, almost slowly at first, then faster and faster until neither of them knew where one stopped and the other began.

The Took felt waves of spine tickling pleasure tinted with the agony of the build to climax. Merry's fingers tangled in his hair and their combined heats felt like the warmest of summer's days. Pippin's movements became more and more frantic and he finally broke their kiss to arch backwards. Giving one final deep thrust as he cried out and came. Merry felt as if he was being torn in two and he cried out in unison with his cousin. Their voices and fluids mingling together like rain.

Merry felt Pippin's full weight collapse onto him and the tickling of sweat drenched hair under his chin. He opened his eyes and looked down at the Hobbit in his arms. Now the ache had moved up into his heart and he felt like that was being split in two, as well.

Now he understood, now he realized; what had started as a way of releasing energy without getting any of the lasses pregnant had turned into so much more. He had fallen in love with his dearest friend, and it was killing him. He closed his eyes.

Pippin felt cool liquid droplets hit his cheek, reminding him of the spring rains, they collected together and trickled down his cheek and onto his lips. Subconsciously, his tongue darted out. Funny, the spring rains weren't usually salty.

"Merry." the soft voice broke through the r Hor Hobbit's thoughts and he froze. He hadn't wanted Pippin to notice him like this, not now, not ever. He waited, his eyes kept tightly closed, waited for the questions that would need proper answering, the answers he would have to give that would end everything he had with Pippin. He waited.

But the questions never came.

Instead he felt Pippin’s warmth leave him, his skin felt cold and tingled when Pippin’s had been against it. Now he knew his heart was splitting.

He opened his eyes hesitantly, half expecting Pippin to be gone, but there he was; pulling his trousers on by the shade-drawn window. A thin strip of light trickling in through the translucent fabric of the curtains and began to play across Pippin lithe back, accenting every curnd cnd corner. It was maddening, watching him like that, wanting him even more.

Merry sighed heavily and slung his feet over the bed side, he retrieved his own trousers and began the task of redressing, all the while waiting for Pippin to say something; say anything.

Pippin rested his elbows on the windowsill, leaning heavily. There was a long moment and Merry was considering putting his shirt on as well, but Pippin finally spoke up.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" The Took's voice was low and unreadable.

Merry said nothing, just stared down at his clasped hands. He wiped the last stray tears from his eyes, cursing every one of them. He wanted nothing more than to turn back time and stop his weakness. His mouth moved a few times, but the words didn't want to come. "I..."

"Were you just never going to say anything?" Pippin spun around and Merry was shocked to find tears in his cousin's eyes, threatening to fall. "Just let me believe forever that....that..." and now the tears did fall. Hot and heavy, carving bitter trails down Pippin's cheeks.

Merry stood and walked the short distance. "Oh, Pippin..." He put a finger under his cousin's chin and tilted his head up so that they were face to face. "I should have told you, when I first started feeling this way, I just didn't want to lose you."

"You wouldn't have lost me." Pippin replied, his voice barely a whisper. He turned awaom Mom Merry now and bowed his head. "And you won't lose me now..." He wondered if Merry had heard that last part, wondered if it even mattered.

Strong arms wrapped their way around his waist and he felt the warm presence of Merry against his bare back; a warm breath on his neck.

"I love you."

"I love you."

And their tears fell like rain.