Wherever You Are Is Home Chapter Ten - "Completion" It is 1408 in the Shire Reckoning Pippin is 18, Merry is 25, Sam and Pimpernel are 28 and Frodo is 40 The silence in Paladin Took's parlor was deafening. It was also so nerve-wracking that it was making Pervinca's skin itch. It was strained and pensive, the kind of silence that meant that although no one was talking, they had a good deal to say, but they each were waiting for someone else to say it first. Except for Pippin, whose pale, melancholy face said that he wanted nothing more than to be granted leave to return to his room and weep himself to dust. Pervinca had made no verbal objections when her father had informed her that the family would be taking their dinner in his parlor instead of the Smials main dining room. She had also not been surprised, even if it was the third night in a row. Her family rarely had a private dinner more than three times in a month. It was the third night in a row, and also, coincidentally, the third night since Merry left. Her father was hiding. And Pervinca did not blame him. Merry may have left the Smials through the back door of the burrow, but he had not gotten away clean. His absence had been noted. Merry and Pippin had not been out of each others' company in close to twelve years, and Merry's sudden departure had started tongues to wagging. Not only Merry's departure, but the situation around his departure. His private meeting with the Thain. Followed by Pippin's private meeting with the Thain. Coupled with Merry's vanishing act during Pippin's private meeting with the Thain. Which had resulted in Pippin becoming inconsolable. People would be asking questions; questions that her father was not going to want to answer. She smiled despite herself, picturing her father telling old Uncle Adelard that he had banished the heir to Brandy Hall because the heir to Brandy Hall had been buggering the next Took and Thain. She knew. Her father hadn't told her, but he had not needed to. Pippin already had, in the quiet conversations they had when he was at home, and the endless streams of letters he wrote when he was away. She had never spoken to anyone of it, and had had the presence of mind to burn the letters as soon as she read them. She had always figured that it would be discovered eventually, What she had not figured on was that her father would overreact when he found out. She understood why her father as hiding. Unfortunately, it left her in her current position, which was trapped in her father's parlor, listening to her family breathe. She cursed Pearl, whose recent marriage to Sandy Bracegirdle had given her the option not to attend this farce of a dinner. Pippin was heartbroken. Pimpernel was pouting. Her mother was brooding. Her father was irate. Pervinca wanted to scream, but she didn't. Screaming would cause her family to stare at her, which would be more unnerving that the silence. She settled for studying her family surreptitiously over the edge of her book, and giving a very loud sigh. She looked at Pippin's teary, bereft face, and her heart went out to him. The lad was hopelessly, desperately in love. And the object of his affections, the one thing that had been stable in his life since he was six years-old, had been ripped away from him, while his father had told him that he was wrong and depraved for wanting it in the first place. Nel was another matter entirely. She was being sulky and petulant, and glaring at Pippin when she did not think the Thain could see her. Pervinca was not fooled one bit. She was convinced that Nel was only upset because when Merry left he had taken her opportunity to be the Mistress of Brandy Hall with him. And it seemed she was blaming Pippin as much as she was blaming Merry. Her father's anger was understandable, although there was a curious point. From what she gathered from Pippin's incoherent ramblings on the subject, one of her father's main points of contention had been that he and Merry such close kin. A fact, she noted, that her father had been choosing to ignore when he was trying to pawn one of his daughters off on Merry. But her mother had Pervinca vexed. Her mother had always been a strong, outspoken woman. She maintained an even footing with her husband, and was never shy about giving him her opinion. This sudden, brooding silence had Pervinca troubled. She only remembered her mother behaving this way one other time. It had been when the Thain had decided to send Pippin away. A stifled yawn from her father marked the end of the dinner. It was all Pervinca could do not to jump from the chair and run for the door at full speed. She studied her family with once more as she left the room, and worried her bottom lip in thought. She was suddenly grateful that she was free to return to her room, because she wanted to do some thinking. Something was odd here, something more than her father being displeased that his son and his nephew had been engaging in unbecoming activities. Pervinca intended to figure out what it was. Merry had not seen Pippin in nearly a week. He was laying in his bed, curled into a ball and weeping into the coverlet. He felt like he had been crying since he had left the Smials, but he did not know what else to do. Even when he lashed out in anger, as he occasionally did; beating at the pillows and bed linens futilely, the fit would end with him collapsing into sobs. He no longer lived. He merely continued, consumed by anger and emptiness and haunted by memories. Merry could not remember being this angry. It was such a violent, hateful kind of fury that it was frightening. He loved Pippin more than anything, and Pippin had been taken away from him because of it. He had never hurt Pippin, and had never taken advantage of him, and it enraged him that this was the opinion that others had on the matter. It hurt horribly to be separated from Pippin, and Merry wanted nothing more than to beat the Thain until he understood the kind of pain that he felt. Nothing more except to be with Pippin. The loneliness and hollow feeling of loss was unbearable. Merry thought he was die from the pain. It was a sharp, stabbing pain, like his heart was being sliced by hot knives, and a dull, throbbing ache, as if the emptiness was eating him alive. The memories were bittersweet. They all came to mind, from the first time he had seen Pippin in his cradle, to the last time he had kissed him, in the Thain's office. They were wonderful, but horrible. His mind sought them out, seeking solace, but they only brought more pain. A soft, low wail left Merry's mouth as s a new wave of sobs overcame him. He missed Pippin so desperately that he was close to going mad. He needed to feel him, needed to touch him, needed to hear him laugh and speak. He wanted to die. He hadn’t prayed for it only because he didn't think the Lady was listening. "Pip?" Pervinca pushed her brother's door open, and peeked into the room. "Go away." "Please, Pip." She stepped into the room and shut the door. "I just want to see how you are doing." She only had to look at him to know. He was curled up in a ball in his bed, his face buried in the coverlet. "Wretched." Pervinca sat on the edge of the bed, and squeezed her brother's hand. Pippin only cried more, his small body shaking uncontrollably. Watching her brother, she felt her eyes prickle and her throat grow tight as she came close to tears herself. She had Pippin had been close as children, and had remained close, even after he had been given over to Merry. It hurt her to see him like this, especially since she thought the cause of it was unnecessary. "Shhh, Pip." She said, and pulled him to her, gathering him in her lap. He suffered the contact, not shying away, but making no move to help her as she hauled him up off the bed. "It hurts, Vinca." He whimpered. "I love him so much." "I know you do, baby." She said softly. "He loves you, too." "Do you think it is wrong, for me to love him?" Pippin asked. "No, baby." She soothed. "Loving someone is never wrong." She almost sounded like she was telling herself as much as she was telling him. "But Da said it was wrong." Pippin dissolved into sobs, clutching at Pervinca desperately. He took a few heaving breaths, and continued. "Because Merry is a lad. He said that I shouldn't want to kiss a lad." Pervinca pursed her lips at that, but continued to soothe Pippin silently. Something she had overheard from Uncle Adelard, one night when he was well into his cups, made her think that Merry being a lad should be the lesser of her father's grievances. "And he is mad because we are cousins." Pippin continued, choking the words out around sobs. "He said that even if Merry was a lass, we were too close of kin for it." Pippin snuffled, and pulled his arm away from Pervinca to wipe his nose across his sleeve. "But I don’t understand. Nel and him are cousins, too, and just as close, but he was going to let her marry him anyway." This was a point that had Pervinca wondering as well. How was Merry marrying Nel fine, but being with Pippin not, if kinship was at issue? The only difference was that Merry and Pippin were both lads, which brought her thoughts back to Uncle Adelard's drunken ramblings. Pervinca knew there was something that didn’t add up, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. "Don't cry, Pip." She said. "It will be fine." "How?" Pippin asked, his tone almost mewling. "I am never going to see him again." Pervinca eyed her brother, and he heart broke. His red, puffy eyes and his poor, shuddering frame were too much for her to bear. She took a deep breath, and prayed to the Lady that she was making the right decision. "You will see him again." She said. "I am going to make sure of it." She made the promise without a second thought. There was, however, one, small problem. Pervinca had no idea where he was. "Mister Merry, you have not touched your lunch." Merry looked at his almost-full plate and discovered that Sam was right. "I am sorry Sam." Merry said quietly. "It is not the fault of your cooking. I am just not hungry." "Please, Mister Merry." Sam said, hovering over Merry nervously. "I can’t have you wastin' away to nothin'." Merry stabbed at the brown rice and cabbage desultorily. He nibbled on the cabbage clinging to the fork, and looked at Sam hopefully. Sam fixed him with a flat look, and tapped his foot impatiently. Merry nibbled at the cabbage a bit more. Sam looked unimpressed, and Merry sighed. Frodo and Sam meant well. Merry knew this, but it did not make him feel any better. Frodo had come to his room this morning, as he had been doing since Merry arrived. The first few mornings, Frodo had only listened to Merry as he wept, trying to comfort him with soothing words and soft touches. The following mornings, Frodo had tried futilely to coax him out of bed, insisting that Merry needed fresh air and food. But Merry had managed to beg him off each time, and Frodo had left him to his misery. This morning had been different. Frodo had tried to coax him out of bed, but nothing Merry had said would make him go away. The two had debated the issue for close to an hour, but in the end Frodo won. He had called for Sam, and together the pair had pulled Merry from the bed bodily. Merry could not abide the sitting room. He had not dared to venture near it since he had arrived. It would be too painful, to sit in the room where he had kissed Pippin for the first time, the room where he and Pippin had rubbed against each other until they had been shuddering and whimpering. Unwilling to go into the sitting room, and unable to return to his room at the fear of Frodo's wrath, he was confined to the kitchen. He was there now as he ignored his lunch, and he had been there all morning. He had continued to weep, but the change of location had been enough to content Frodo, at least for now. "If the cabbage is not to your likin', I could bring you a tart." Sam said hopefully. "No Sam." Merry said. "It is not the cabbage, I promise." He dropped his eyes to the plate as he felt the tears returning. "I just do not want to eat." "Beggin' your pardon, Mister Merry." Sam said, eyeing him with concern. "But starvin' yourself will not bring him back." "I know, Sam." Merry said quietly. "I know." "If he gets hungry enough, he will eat." Frodo said gently as he entered the kitchen. Frodo touched Sam's arm lightly as he passed him, but did not kiss him. Merry frowned, knowing that the two had been careful not to be too affectionate in front of Merry out of fear of upsetting him. Merry appreciated the kindness, but the disturbance he was causing in their lives was making him feel worse. "Nel?" Pervinca eyed her sister, with thinly veiled contempt. Nel was sitting her the bed, stitching at a length of white cloth disconsolately. She was not crying, but was making a good show of the fact that she would be capable of it at any moment. "What do you want?" Nel asked, not bothering to look up from her sewing. "I want to know where Merry is." She said. Nel looked up from her embroidery hoop quickly. "How would I know?" She asked. Pervinca noticed that her sister had hesitated. "Because you know." Pervinca said flatly. "Why would I Know where he is?" "Because you spoke with him before he left." Pervinca said. Her sister did not look up from her stitching, but she flinched slightly. Pervinca had thought that they had spoken, but had not known it was true until her sister had reacted. "I did not." Nel insisted. "And if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you anyway." "Why not?" Pervinca asked, her voice sweet, innocent, and slightly affronted. "Because you will tell Pippin where he is, and the boy will run off into the blue after him." Nel said. "That is the last thing he needs." "And what, in the name of the Lady does he need?" Pervinca spat, the sweet innocence gone. "To sit in his room, pining and weeping hopelessly?" "He needs to forget about Merry and get on with his life." Nel said. "Do you intend to take your own advice?" Pervinca snapped. "Get out!" Nel shouted, waving the length of white cloth threateningly. "I will find out where he is eventually." Pervinca warned. "But you could save me some trouble and your brother some heartache by telling me now." Nel stared at her silently with a blank expression for a few moments, before turning her attention back to her embroidery. "Fine." Pervinca said as she turned towards the door. "Have it your way." "I always do." Nel said, a bit to sweetly. Pervinca paused, and turned, unable to let such a golden opportunity pass her by. "If you always have you way, why is it that Merry put his hands down Pippin's pants rather than up your skirt?" The last thing Pervinca saw as she fled from the room was the embroidery hoop flying towards the door. "Pervinca?" There was an odd tone in her father's voice. At first she thought Nel had told him of their conversation, but as he drew close she noticed that his face was not angry. He seemed nervous. Her mother was beside him, wearing the same, blank expression that she had been wearing for days. "We've had a letter from Brandy Hall." Her father said. An unreadable look passed between her parents. "The Master and his wife will be arriving here shortly." "Is Merry with them?" She asked lightly. As far as her parents were concerned, she had no idea why Merry had been turned out. "No." Her father replied. "Their letter said that he had not returned home." "Have you told Pippin?" She asked, again lightly. Her father pressed his lips together, and another unreadable expression passed between her parents. "No." Her father said. "We thought it was best that he did not know." Pervinca noticed her mother's eyes narrow slightly when he said 'we'. Paladin Took thought it was best, and on this occasion, he was taking no argument from Eglantine. "Well, he will notice eventually, once they have arrived." Pervinca said, a bit wryer than she had intended. Her father raised any eyebrow, making it clear that he had not appreciated it. "That brings me to why I mentioned it to you in the first place." Paladin said. "I was thinking perhaps you and Pippin could go away for a few days." Pervinca brightened as she realized what she could make of this, but shoved the display of emotion away quickly before her parents grew suspicious. She wasn't sure where Merry was, but now that she knew that he was not at Brandy Hall, she had a fairly good idea. "How soon will they be here?" She asked. "According to their letter, they intend to leave tomorrow morning." Her father said. If they left early enough, and came by cart, they would reach the Smials by nightfall." "Pippin and I will leave tomorrow morning." She said. "Unless you would rather us leave tonight." "Tomorrow morning will be fine." Her father said, looking less nervous than he had when he had approached her. "Thank you, Pervinca." Her mother added lightly, the blank expression slipping for a brief moment. She stared after her parents as they walked away, not really watching them leave. She wondered absently if her parents had any idea what they had just done. Pervinca thanked the Lady silently, and hope she was right about where Merry was hiding himself. If she was right, Merry was at Bag End. It was the only other place that she could think of that Merry would go, if he had not gone home. Merry had always been close with his cousin Frodo, and he and Pippin had often visited there. Pervinca walked back to Pippin's room, her mind working feverishly. They could make the trip to Bag End in less than a day if they took a pony. She would get a beating for sure when she returned home empty-handed, but if it eased Pippin's heartache, it would be worth it. When she pushed her brother's door open, she was relieved to find that he was out of bed. He was curled up in his chair, with a book in his lap, staring out the window. She was quite sure that Pippin was unaware that the book was upside-down, and it looked like he had recently been crying, but as far as she was concerned, it was an improvement. Pippin looked up from the book, and smiled weakly. Pervinca smiled back at him, and tossed him his pack. "We are leaving for a few days." She said. "I think it would do you some good." Pippin only nodded, but she saw that he brightened a bit. Pervinca decided that even if Merry was not at Bag End, a few days away from the Smials would be good for him. Pervinca hoped that Merry was at Bag End, because she did not think that this sort of opportunity would arise again. She thanked the Lady once more for good measure, and prayed that the Lady's grace would hold out a little while longer. Frodo studied Merry as he sat across from him at the table. His one bright, amiable cousin had been reduced to a melancholy heap of sadness and tears, and it made him furious. Half of him had an almost irresistible urge to visit the Thain and beat him soundly. More than half. But the remainder of him knew it would only make matters worse. Given the number of years that he and Sam had been together, he figured half the Shire knew what passed between him and Sam, and the other half probably had a pretty good idea. And despite what people knew or thought they knew, Frodo had never heard a word about it, nor had he suffered for it. Not for the first time in his life, Frodo was grateful for what he had. He had the freedom to do what he wanted, without having to give it more than a passing thought. He had no family to fuss at him and no expectations to live up to. He could do as he pleased, and if anyone took it amiss, it would be shrugged off as one of his numerous oddities. Unsure if Merry wanted words, Frodo simply reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "I miss him." Merry said, almost a whisper. "I know you do, lad." Frodo said, his desire to walk to the Smials and wallop the Thain growing stronger. "I cannot bear it, Frodo." Merry said, tears welling in his eyes. "I cannot imagine continuing to live, every day, without having him with me." "I love him." Merry continued fitfully. "Why he not understand this?" Frodo did not need to be told who 'he' was. "Because he is a fool of a Took, Merry." Frodo stroked Merry's hand lightly. "An irrational fool, who is more concerned with what others will think that with the feelings of his child. Or his nephew." "I never hurt him." Merry said. His tone was still weak, but it was laced with anger. "Never." He slammed a fist down on the table, making the crockery jiggle. "Maybe he was too young for me to touch him, but I never forced it on him." "Merry." Frodo said. "Do not torture yourself. You and Pippin know the truth of what passed between you. What the Thain thinks changes nothing." "But it does." Merry whined. Suddenly, he dissolved into tears, pulling his hands away from Frodo to cover his face. Frodo got up from his chair and moved over to Merry. He drew his cousin up into a hug, and seated himself in Merry's chair, pulling him into his lap. He murmured to him soothingly, and rocked him, the same way he had seen him rock Pippin countless times. Pervinca grunted as her brother's grip around her waist tightened. Neither of them were large hobbits, but packing the both of them on the back of one pony had been a tight squeeze. Pippin rump was not as small as it used to be, and he a deal more leg that Pervinca thought was necessary. She was relieved to catch sight of Bagshot Row, weary of sitting on the back of the pony. Pippin, who had said little all of the trip, and had seemed not to notice the countryside as it passed him by, gave a start when he realized where they were. "Where are we going?" He asked. "To Bag End." Pervinca said simply. "You told Da we were going to Pincup." He questioned. "I changed my mind." She said. "I realized that Bag End was a good deal closer. Besides, a room in Pincup will cost money. Frodo's guestroom's are free." And so is the food, she thought hopefully. She was starving, and had full intentions of putting Samwise Gammgee to use. Butterflies flitted in Pervinca's stomach as she knocked on Frodo's door. It seemed like an eternity before she heard the sound of footsteps on the other side. "Mistress Pervinca?" Samwise asked. He looked confused at seeing Pervinca, but when he saw Pippin standing behind her he looked shocked enough to fall over in a dead faint. Suddenly, Sam grinned so wide that Pervinca feared his face would split open. Pervinca was relieved immediately, knowing that Sam's smile meant that Merry was there. "I am glad to be seein' the both of you, and make no mistake." Sam said excitedly, ushering the pair into Bag End. He kissed Pervinca's cheek lightly, then moved to embrace Pippin. Then he took Pippin by the hand and hauled him to the kitchen. Pervinca quickened her steps to keep up with Sam. She stopped dead in the doorway, and practically screamed with excitement when she saw Merry was sitting at the table. He was in Frodo's lap, weeping, and the older hobbit was trying to comfort him. Frodo looked up when he heard them approach, and when his eyes lighted on Pippin he grinned from ear to ear. Pippin froze in the doorway, staring at Merry. "Mister Merry." Sam said. "There is someone here that I think you will be wantin' to see." "Pip." "Merry." They moved to each other, staring, with tears streaming down their faces. Merry's hand sought out Pippin's, and Pippin leaned into his chest. Merry put a hand up to stroke Pippin's curls, and he pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Why don’t you two go on into the guestroom." Frodo said. "I have not seen Pervinca in quite some time. I would love the chance to get reacquainted. "I thought I would never see you again." Pippin said, as soon as the door was closed. Silently, Merry leaned in and kissed Pippin softly, his lips laying gently across his cousins. Pippin kissed back just as softly, and wrapped his arms around Merry to pull him closer. "I love you." Merry said into Pippin's curls, against his ear. "I love you, too." Pippin replied, nuzzling against his cousin's mouth. Merry pulled Pippin towards the bed, never taking his eyes off Pippin's face. He stood there, running his fingers over Pippin's face for a few moments, taking in every detail. Pippin did the same, tracing Merry's nose and the line of his jaw with soft touched. Merry pulled him close and kissed him again, eagerly. Pippin returned it intently, twining his fingers in Merry's hair and opening his mouth to him. Merry moaned when Pippin's tongue slid over his, caught it in his mouth to suck on it gently. He slid his hands down Pippin's back, and brought them around to work at the button's of Pippin's waistcoat. He undid them quickly, with shaking fingers, as Pippin kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear. Pippin worked at Merry's waistcoat as his own fell away, and pulled Merry close. Pippin gasped as they embraced, marveling at the feel of his cousin's skin against his. He kissed Merry, teasing his tongue over Merry's lips and ran his hands over the smooth skin of Merry's arms and chest. He let his hands slide down Merry's chest to his breeches, and brushed his hand across the growing bulge before pulling at the laces. Merry moaned loudly as Pippin's hand trailed over his erection, cherishing a sensation that he thought he would never feel again. He kissed Pippin feverishly, and dug his fingers into Pippin's arms. He shivered as Pippin slid the garment down his legs, and moved his hands to tug almost impatiently at Pippin's breeches. "Sweet Lady, I have missed you." Merry said as he freed Pippin from his breeches. "I thought I would never get to touch you again." Pippin's reply came out as a soft cry when Merry's hand stroked his erection. He leaned into Merry, kissing his neck and shoulders and bucked against Merry's hand. Merry sank down into the bed, pulling Pippin with him, relishing the feel of Pippin's weight on top of him. Merry slipped his hands around Pippin's back to cup his rump, bring him closer, and cried out when Pippin's erection moved over his. Pippin pushed against Merry, grinding his hardness against his cousins. After the hopeless feeling of loss and emptiness he had endured over the last weeks, this contact was so sweet it made him shake. He leaned his face down as he rocked, kissing Merry's face lightly, and moaning into his ear. Pippin's voice in his ear caused a warmth to rush over Merry's body, and his erection throbbed almost painfully. He wanted to hear that sound again, wanted Pippin to cry out his name. He rolled, putting Pippin under him, and kissed him hard as he rocked against him. He pulled away from his mouth and kissed his neck, working his lips and tongue over Pippin's skin as he moved down to his chest. Pippin moaned as Merry teased his tongue over his nipple, and arched his back when Merry took it into his mouth, sucking lightly. Merry worked the other nipple with his fingers as he sucked, making Pippin shudder. Pippin pulled at Merry's hair and whimpered as Merry's tongue traced soft circles around the nipple and flicked the tip of it over the nub. Pippin whimpered again as soft kisses rained across his chest and moved slowly down towards his navel. Merry's kisses were light, almost teasing, and Pippin cried out fitfully. Merry paused, dipping his tongue into Pippin's navel, then slowly continued down. "Merry." He breathed, as he felt Merry's breath glide over the tip of his erection. Taking Pippin's hardness in his hand, Merry planted a light kiss at the base. He kissed up Pippin's erection slowly, trailing his tongue over it. Pippin moaned and clutched at the blankets, murmuring Merry's name. Merry paused as he reached the tip, and ran his tongue over it. "Merry!" Pippin cried, almost sobbing when Merry took him into his mouth. Merry slid Pippin's length in and out of his mouth, sucking lightly. He worked his tongue over the soft, taut skin, enjoying the soft, mewling sounds that Pippin was making. He ran his hands across Pippin's legs and over his thighs, then brought a hand down to cup the soft mounds under Pippin's hardness. "Oh!" Pippin cried, slamming his hands against the bed. He writhed against Merry's mouth, and arched his back. "Oh, Merry!" Merry felt Pippin's erection jerk, and me moved up, kissing Pippin just as warmth bathed both their bellies. Pippin hugged Merry desperately, and sagged back into the bed. "Put it in me." Pippin said softly. Merry was kissing his neck softly, and Pippin could feel his cousin's erection against his thigh. "Please, Merry. Put it in me." "I don’t want to hurt you." Merry replied, nuzzling against his ear. He wanted to, desperately, and his throbbing erection was begging for it, but he was afraid. "Please, Merry." Pippin begged. "I may never get to see you again." Merry kissed Pippin softly. He moved to kneel between Pippin's legs, and trailed his finger down Pippin's thigh and brushed it against his opening. "Are you sure?" He asked. "I want you inside me." Pippin said, catching Merry's eyes with his own. "I want to know what it feels like." Merry dipped his finger in the slippery warmth on Pippin's belly, and gently massaged his opening. Pippin closed his eyes and took a sharp, hissing breath as Merry pushed the tip of his finger inside. Merry stopped, afraid to move, and searched his cousin's face. "Don’t stop, Merry." Pippin said. Gently, Merry moved his finger, pushing his finger deeper inside. His breath caught at the uncomfortable noise that Pippin made, but Pippin pushed against his finger. Merry pulled his finger back and slid it back in, and this time, his finger brushed against a small, hard spot, and the noise Pippin made was not uncomfortable at all. Merry added a second finger, watching Pippin's face cautiously. Pippin gave a small grunt. He reached his other hand up and stroked Pippin's stirring erection, and felt his cousin relax. Pippin whimpered as Merry's fingers hit that spot again, and he thrust back against Merry's movements. Merry released Pippin's erection to slide his hand across his belly, and used the slippery warmth to coat his own. He placed the tip of his erection at Pippin's entrance, and looked into his eyes. "Pip?" He questioned. "Please, Merry." Merry pushed the tip of his erection inside Pippin slowly. Pippin grunted and clutched the blankets. Merry stopped, even though he was shuddering at the feeling of Pippin's warm tightness around him. Pippin looked up at him and smiled softly in encouragement, and Merry pushed a little farther into him, shuddering at the wonderful feeling. Pippin pushed against him lightly, and moaned softly. Merry stroked Pippin's hardness, and when he felt his cousin relax, he slid all the way in. "Oh, you are beautiful." Merry whispered, looking at his cousin's sweet face as he slid into him. He kissed Pippin, feeling his tight warmth around him, and knew that there was possible way that what they were doing was wrong. It was the most wonderful thing in the world. Pippin cried out as Merry thrust into him, shuddering every time his cousin's erection hit the sweet spot inside him, and whimpering from the contact of his cousin's stroking hand. A feeling of pleasure washed over him so intensely that spots of color flashed before his eyes. Merry moved rhythmically, thrusting in and out. Pippin moved his hips to meet his movements. Merry felt a fire in his belly as he moved, fed by the sounds Pippin made each time Merry's erection brushed against that spot inside him. Merry began moving just so he could hit that spot, wanting to hear those sounds again and again. "Sweet Lady, you feel good." Merry said, his breath growing ragged. Merry's thrusts grew harder and faster, and he cried out wordlessly each time erection slid inside. Pippin moaned loudly, and Merry felt his erection throb in his hand. The fire in his belly raged, and Merry yelled Pippin's name as he slid inside him one last time. Merry felt his release just as Pippin's erection let itself go. "I love you, Pippin." "I love you, too, Merry." Merry slipped out of Pippin and moved to lay on top of him. He kissed his cousin softly, and murmured into his ear. Pippin wrapped his arms around Merry, and held him like he never meant to let go. Thus ends Chapter Ten, as Pervinca tells it. Chapter Nine | Chapter Eleven Back to the Blue Book