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Truths and Loves	By : Xenos_Helia Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 3716 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Erebor. The great kingdom Under the Mountain. Since reclaiming his place five years prior Thorin Oakenshield had brought home thousands of dwarves back to the cavernous halls. There was prosperity, peace and unity among dwarf kind. The majority of the company remained with him in Erebor, working as smiths or as miners, and they were known to be Thorin’s closest friends and most trusted advisors and companions. There were also rumours of an ongoing correspondence with an odd gentle-hobbit back in the west that most weren’t even sure of the name of. But some of the company had held a higher station in Thorin’s heart than others. No more so than Kili. Kili was a great marksman and a loyal friend who had always acted in the best interest of Thorin and strove for his safety. The only one in the company that Kili had gone more out of his away to protect, was his twin Fili, and no one could begrudge him that.
Every year since reclaiming the mountain a festival had been held in the nearby town of Dale on the anniversary, and as the occasion wound down on that particular year, Thorin made to return to his chambers and had called for Kili to walk with him.
“Congratulations on winning the archery contest today.” Thorin smiled at the younger dwarf with pride in his eyes.
“Thank you, my liege. I thought I was going to miss the last target the wind was so strong.” Kili smiled down at the trophy he carried in his right hand.
“Why do you do that Kili?” He opened the door to his chambers and motioned for Kili to enter first, which he did nodding in a slight bow, “You used to call me by name.”
Kili had known for a long time that this question was coming. He and Thorin had always been close but over the months since Thorin’s title had been restored Kili had been slowly distancing himself. Calling Thorin by his title instead of his name had been the first in many habits that had developed with the purpose of putting a wedge between them. Kili also knew that lying to Thorin wouldn’t really get him anywhere with his king. He made his way to a large armchair near the open fireplace and sat, placing his trophy on the floor next to him while he pondered over his answer.
“The main reason is to remind myself of your station, and therefore of my place. Which, now that you are king, is not at your left hand.” Kili had always taken great pride in being Thorin’s left hand dwarf. It was a place of great respect, close enough that the king could watch him, yet not behind the king’s fighting arm and therefore trusted in his ability to defend himself and his king.
Thorin sat in the armchair across from Kili and thought the comment over, drawing only one conclusion from it.
“So, you feel that now I am King Under the Mountain you, Kili – my most prised and awarded master archer, have no place at my side?”
“Something to that effect, yes.” Kili met the king’s gaze as steely as he could but there was a seed of doubt that Thorin would believe him. It was that slight doubt that the king saw and jumped upon.
“You’re lying Kili,” Thorin leant back into his armchair and closed his eyes with a sigh, relaxing into the plush upholstery, “Maybe not lying outright, but you don’t believe what you’re saying.” He peered at the younger dwarf for a moment before closing his eyes once more, “And I therefore, have no reason to believe your words either.”
“Truly, it is to remind myself of where I stand. That you are king and I am no one.” Kili looked directly at Thorin with a sadness in his eyes the older dwarf couldn’t see. “In many ways it was easier before we retook the mountain.” Thorin’s eyes flew open and he sat forward, leaning towards Kili.
“Kili! Taking back the mountain was the greatest achievement of our time! It is our people’s glory! You shouldn’t speak so little of it.” Kili looked down and away, “What could possibly have been better before? We had miserable times on our way here. We’re stronger for it but at the time it was awful.”
“You’re right, of course. It’s just,” Kili sighed and shook his head, standing from his chair, “it’s nothing. I should go.” He made to step between the chairs towards the door but was stopped by the firm grip of Thorin’s hand around his wrist.
“Kili, just tell me plainly what’s wrong. What has changed in you so much that you no longer want my company or friendship?” The words stung Kili deep within his heart and he looked to Thorin with hurt in his eyes and shook his head
“Thorin, there’s nothing I wish for more than your company.” Thorin’s grip didn’t lessen, waiting for the answer to his question and after a few tense minutes of staring into his steely eyes Kili relented. “I…I want more from you than you can give me Thorin. More than is acceptable or allowable. I idolise you, I adore you; in a crowded room it’s only you I see.” Kili felt Thorin’s grip relax slightly but his gaze remained steady. “It was once that I wanted to be loyal to my would-be king and kingdom, I wanted to regain the glory of our people. But as I grew to know you better, it was your ambitions I wanted realised, not our people’s. It was you I was loyal to, not the prospect of your crown.”
Kili sighed and looked at the floor, struggling with the words that he knew needed to come out. Even if he were to never see Thorin again after his confession, it was a confession that needed to be made.
“I love you Thorin, and not in a friendly or familial way. I call you by title to remind myself that you are king, and that I have no claim on you, and that you are expected to produce an heir, which I cannot give. You are expected to have a queen, which clearly I am not. I am a warrior, a master archer and sword-wielder and I fight for our Mountain; I fight for our people. And I have neither the station nor business to ask my king to ignore the duties and responsibilities expected of him so that I may share his bed. I may be irrational in my feelings, but I am not selfish to the expense of our people and mountain.”
Kili’s gaze remained on the stone floor, but he dared not move before Thorin had the opportunity to say something. So he waited. He waited and Thorin stood, pulling Kili to turn around by his arm til they were facing one another. He lifted his hand to cup Kili’s face and caress his stubbled jaw with his thumb, watching the younger dwarf thoughtfully. The small act was clearly torture for Kili whose eyes closed, enjoying the touch, while his body tensed as if it wanted to turn and run.
“Kili…” Thorin spoke softly before closing the gap between them, his lips almost touching those of his admirer. Feeling the breath against his lips Kili licked them and opened his eyes, looking straight into the dark depths of Thorin’s eyes. They looked longing but unsure. “Are you sure this is how you feel?”
Kili nodded ever so slightly and Thorin pressed their lips together gently. Lingering only a moment the king made to deepen the kiss and Kili was all too willing. The kiss quickly grew into a fervour filled act of passion, with Thorin pulling Kili close against him, his strong hands on the smaller dwarf’s hips, preventing him from moving away. Not that he wanted too, Kili groped and grasped desperately at the arms that held him, moans escaping from him into the escalating kiss.
After what seemed like both an instant and an eternity, Thorin broke the kiss. He pulled back and rested his forehead against Kili’s, both of them panting for breath. After taking a few moments to catch his breath Thorin continued to kiss Kili along his neck and jawline, making the younger dwarf moan and all but melt in his arms.
“Kili,” Thorin spoke between kisses softly yet firmly, “did you never wonder why it was always you I kept so close? Why even now after we have all gone our separate ways – why it is you whom I cannot let go?” His hand moved to Kili’s belt and went to work on unfastening it, “The rest can do what they will, I care not, but you…” His free hand squeezed Kili’s buttocks for emphasis, “you are mine, and always have been, whether you knew it or not.” Kili bit his lips, he had very quickly lost control of himself in this situation and was completely at the mercy of his king, but he was still in control of himself enough to speak.
“I thought it was more because I was the only one you could stand.” They both chuckled before Kili’s breath caught and he gasped sharply. Thorin’s hand had found its way to the hardness between Kili’s legs. Thorin watched Kili intently as the young archer’s eyes glazed over from the sensation and he smiled, stroking him gently; he could see Kili’s legs weakening and instead of guiding him to sit down Thorin instead continued to play with him, increasing his speed, until Kili collapsed to his knees, unable to stand any longer. But Thorin didn’t follow him, he had allowed the throbbing member to fall from his grasp and instead moved his hands to run his fingers through Kili’s long hair. Something had become apparent through Kili’s reactions to even the smallest touches.
“This is your first time with someone, isn’t it Kili?” Kili’s eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of fingers in his hair but he looked up at Thorin, blushing slightly and his question, and nodded.
“…I waited for you.” Thorin smiled, an eyebrow raised,
“You waited for me, even though you thought this would never happen?” Kili nodded again and, grinning, Thorin released him and began to undress. “Take your hood and tunic off Kili, but stay where you are.” Kili obliged without hesitation, removing his upper garments without getting off his knees. As he turned back to Thorin after tossing his tunic aside somewhere, he was met with the sight of a very aroused, and very naked, Thorin Oakensheild. He swallowed hard, licking his lips at the sight of the toned flesh before him; and jutting out before him, right before his face, was the hard, throbbing manhood of his king. He made to move towards it, but hesitated looking up his Thorin, a begging look in his eyes.
“Can I?”
“Can you what Kili?” Thorin smirked at the sight below him, he knew full well that Kili wanted to explore, to touch, to taste (he had always been playful and curious) but Thorin wanted to hear it in Kili’s words, in his voice. Kili looked back to the member before him too desperate to hold back.
“I…” He hesitated, blushing at the words about to escape him, “I want to suck you dry, till you can’t take anymore.” Thorin bit his lip and Kili saw his member twitch with excitement at the idea, but Kili’s voice was soft and Thorin wanted to nurture and teach him and mould him into a lover customised solely for his needs and so he caressed the long dark locks before him again and smiled,
“Don’t be so unobtrusive with your requests. In face don’t request at all, demand, use your voice and demand from me.” Kili nodded, taking in the new information as he enjoyed the caress against his head, the caress which quickly turned into a guiding hold, pulling him forward as Thorin positioned himself. He pressed the tip of his manhood against Kili’s young, supple lips and pushed gently, giving Kili all the encouragement he needed. It was like a barrier broke and Kili practically launched himself into pleasing his king. He licked, sucked, moaned and never came up for air; he moved his hands to increase his ministrations, one hand playing with the delicate parcels at the base of the shaft he was devouring, while the other was on Thorin’ hip, encouraging him to move more aggressively and more deeply into Thorin’s mouth.
Thorin’s poised demeanour shattered almost the instant Kili’s tongue touched him and through Kili’s attentions he quickly found himself groaning and grunting as he roughly loved Kili’s mouth, hands clenched in the younger dwarf’s hair and moving his head in opposite directions to which he was moving himself.
“AH!” He approached his limit quickly, lights flaring behind his eyes and their pace became more erratic. Feeling that his king was close Kili worked harder, sucking more feverishly, moving them both more desperately; and then, finally, Thorin’s grip in his hair tightened to a painful grip and Kili was no longer in any semblance of control as Thorin thrust into him a few last times, spilling in his mouth with a deep guttural groan.
Unused to the feel or taste Kili couldn’t handle it and pulled back quickly, the hot liquid spilling from his mouth to the floor in a pooling mess as he coughed, having nearly choked on the salty seed of the man he so desperately adored.
Thorin kneeled before his, now slightly tainted, pure prize with a smirk on his face and rubbed his shoulder, comforting him as he slowly regained his breath and stopped coughing.
“It was too much for you wasn’t it?” Thorin couldn’t keep the smile from his voice and Kili nodded, “that’s okay, you’ll learn.” Kili looked to him with questioning eyes and Thorin kissed him deeply, the taste of his own semen not phasing him at all. When he pulled back it was to see Kili watching him shocked, “Yes Kili, I will still kiss you, no matter how coated you are in me.” Kili smiled, blushing slightly,
“I was more confused by the learning comment, like this won’t be the only time.” Thorin smiled, guiding KIli to lay on his back, and took in the spectacular sight of him bare and vulnerable properly for the first time and he savoured it.
“Oh my dear, dear Kili…You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, or how desperately.” He knelt and leant over the smaller dwarf, taking hold of his painfully swollen member and began to stroke him once more, eliciting a moan as Kili arched in pleasure, “This will happen again, it will happen repeatedly. Now I know you want me…” He kissed up Kili’s torso, neck and jaw before whispering in his ear, “I will fuck you til you break.” He felt Kili shudder beneath him in anticipation and pulled back to look at him, just in time to see a broad smile on the rugged face beneath him.
Thorin quickened his pace, a smile on his own features as Kili’s body responded by thrusting upwards into his hand, “It’s almost as though you like the sound of that?” Kili nodded, unable to form words through his ecstasy. Chuckling almost maliciously Thorin continued to kiss and caress the writhing form beneath him.
Kili’s desperation was rising, his moans and exclamations getting louder and he could concentrate on nothing other than Thorin’s lips on his skin and the fervid pumping bringing him closer to release. He could feel Thorin getting harder again as well, the tell-tale poke of arousal prominent against his leg.
“Th-thorin…nnnngh!!!” Kili arched against the stone floor trying to hold back but unable to keep the flood threatening to overpower him at bay. “I…Thorin!”
Thorin stopped his attentions on Kili’s neck and moved to his lips, kissing him deeply and desperately. He knew Kili was trying to hold back but would have no bar of it. He increased his grip slightly and Kili could hold back no longer, he arched up against Thorin’s body, his cry of release muffled by the tongue in his mouth turning it into a reverberating moan, as his seed spilled forth over Thorin’s hand and belly.
Pulling back from the kiss Thorin saw Kili physically relax below him, out of breath and eyes glazed over. He looked down smiling at the mess over him and then to the part in Kili’s legs, where Thorin’s knee was resting. He adjusted them both, widening the gap between Kili’s legs to kneel there and gently stroked the inner thighs on either side on his knees.
“Kili, I’m going to have you now.”
“Wha-what?” Kili hadn’t really heard what was said, unable to concentrate fully after his release but as Thorin pulled him up and positioned himself between his buttocks a bright blush found its way to Kili’s cheeks “I-Thorin I…” Thorin pushed himself against Kili’s entrance, he knew there was nothing at hand to make this easy on the virgin he was about to take but he couldn’t deprive himself any longer.
“Kili…this will hurt, at least at first. For that I’m sorry. But you’re a strong warrior, I know it’s a pain you can bear.” Kili nodded and reached down to take hold on the hands gripping his hips, and found a strong hold on those powerful wrist, “Try you’re best to relax…” Kili looked up into the eyes of the king he so loved and relaxed as best he could.
Their gaze did not break. Even through the stinging pain where Kili bit down on his own lip so hard it bled. Even as the severe tightness of the body beneath him threatened to consume Thorin whole. There were moans and groans and grunt as Thorin pushed himself deep into his new lover to the hilt. It was so tight, and with nothing to help there had been resistance, that he waited for Kili to adjust to being filled so completely.
Kili’s breath was catching and his legs trembling at the sensation. It was a shock to his system to be penetrated so completely and it had been painful in a way he hadn’t expected. But gradually his body relaxed and adjusted and his breathing calmed. Kili released the death grip on his lover’s wrists slightly, to just hold them gently before taking a deep breath and nodding.
“Are you alright? Are you ready?” Thorin sounded concerned but Kili simply smiled at him with that cheeky smile that had always made Thorin desire him more. “Say it.” The younger dwarf knew that Thorin was used to demanding things and getting them and had no reason or desire not to give him what he wanted so he spoke, though his voice came out softly.
“I’m fine. I’m ready for you. Have me how you want me.” Thorin returned Kili’s smile with a smirk of his own and began to move. He could see that Kili was still uncomfortable, given that his eyes fell closed as he tried to remain relaxed through the movements. But after a few slow thrusts of Thorin’s full length Kili had started to moan again, enjoying the sensations as the pain dulled. This was all the encouragement Thorin needed and he took Kili’s order and took him how he wanted.
He thrust into him hard and fast, a cry that almost raised to a scream came from Kili which quickly melted into a long drawn out moan. Thorin continued, unable to hold back, his pace was erratic in its speed to begin with but he quickly found a rhythm that was fast enough to please him and hard enough to engulf them both. Kili started writhing beneath him, the cries coming from him turned into almost silent rasps as his voice broke and cracked becoming horse. It didn’t take long through these overwhelming movements for Kili to become hard again, it took even less time for Thorin to notice and take hold of the hardness in one hand and pump it in time with his penetrating rhythm.
It didn’t take long for them both to reach their second peak and come crying out in ecstasy. Kili went limp on the floor and Thorin leaned back on his heels, staring up at the ceiling gulping down air as he remained buried in his lover. They remained this way for a few long moments before Thorin moved, releasing his hold on Kili and pulling out of his depths, his own organ coated in a mix of his own semen and Kili’s blood. Instantly he felt guilty of the pain he had caused, but the mess over his hand and stomach were all the reassurance he needed that Kili had enjoyed himself despite it. He let himself fall onto the refreshingly cold floor beside Kili and looked to the smaller dwarf who laid there catching his breath, eyes closed.
“Kili?”
“Mmm?” Kili turned his head, and opened his eyes to look at his liege and lover.
“Stay here with me tonight. Share my bed and sleep at my side.” It was a surprisingly big ask of Thorin to request this but Kili didn’t care, he didn’t want them to be parted just yet so he smiled and nodded.
“Of course.”
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