To Capture the Heart of a Warrior

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A Cousin’s Conspiracy


Going back to the Shire proved to be an undertaking Pippin had not counted on. This wasn’t an urgent mission that required secrecy and the taking of routes seldom traveled. They would be returning in far more comfort, with better supplies and even tents in which to sleep. There seemed to be a thousand and one things to be made ready and Boromir and Pippin had been busy with this the remainder of the day.

But now, thank goodness! It was bedtime. Pippin had brought some of the little white cakes to their chamber, which he was now enjoying as he sat in the middle of the bed watching Boromir undress. He popped the last bit of his cake in his mouth, savoring the flavor. Boromir always undressed so neatly, folding his garments carefully, so it took a while for him to undress, and Pippin was enjoying the view. He liked to watch the ripple of muscles as Boromir undressed. His lover really was well made. His limbs were long and graceful, yet thickly muscled. His abdomen was flat and hard and tight, with rippling muscles that reminded Pippin of his mother’s washboard. Boromir moved with ease and grace, like a great lion. His hair, too, reminded Pippin of a lion’s mane.

Now naked, Boromir lay on the bed, regarding Pippin, who was still fully clothed. He watched Pippin swallow the last bite of his cake, and before Pippin could lick his lips Boromir grabbed him and kissed him, licking the last trace of the cake’s sweetness from Pippin’s mouth to get to Pippin’s own sweetness underneath the cake’s flavor. Given a choice, Boromir preferred the sweetness of his little one over that of the cake.

“I’ve spoilt you rotten, Peregrin Took!” Boromir rumbled. “You don’t even try to undress yourself anymore!”

“Why should I?” Pippin retorted, “We both know you’d rather do it than have me do it. Besides, I like it when you undress me. I like it when you do anything at all to me!”

“And how did you like your first female?” Boromir asked, stretching out on his back.

Pippin straddled Boromir’s waist, and Boromir began unfastening Pippin’s garments. “Oh, it was wonderful!” Pippin sighed, smiling. “But…”

“But what, Poppet?” Boromir slipped Pippin’s shirt off then began undoing his trousers.

“It was fun, and I’d like to do it again some time, but honestly, I like it best when it’s just my acushla and me.”

Boromir rolled over, taking his halfling with him, and slipped Pippin’s trousers off. He slid his hand along the side of Pippin’s body, then pulled him into a kiss. “That’s good,” he rumbled, “because after being in bed with the two of you, I feel I can’t get enough of you tonight. Be prepared, Poppet! Your Boromir is…famished. Famished for you. I intend to have my fill of you tonight.”

“M-m-m-m, I’m quite ready, I assure you. But Acushla?”

“Yes, Poppet?”

“I was just thinking,” Pippin said, his face alight with a kind of mischief.

“Oh, dear,” Boromir teased, “I have a feeling this is going to amuse.”

“Amuse? Perhaps, that I cannot say. But I was only wondering…”

“Wondering what, Poppet?”

“Well, I know what will happen if I talk to anyone about what we do in bed.”

“You haven’t forgotten your spanking, have you?”

“I should say not!” Pippin laughed. From a mirthful look to a now lusty one, he added, “Not that I minded it that much. In fact, somehow when you did it, because it was you… it was…not completely unpleasant. But that is not what I want to talk about.”

“And what, do tell, do you want to talk about?”

“Well, it’s Merry.”

“What about Merry?”

“Well, Miriel liked doing all those things with me, and Merry, well, he really loves the lasses, and I thought…”

“You want me to take him to Miriel?”

“Yes, Acushla! He should meet her. It’s been ever so long for Merry, and he was always one to bed the lasses regularly, and Miriel liked me so much! And she was nice, Acushla, I liked her. And I’d like her to have a chance to enjoy a hobbit all her own. As much fun as it was, I do not intend to spend much time with any lass, not a hobbitess nor a woman. It’s you I love, you I want.”

“And you thought if you told Merry about us you might get another spanking?”

Pippin blushed. “Well, yes. And if I’m to be spanked it’s going to be because… well, like I said, when you do it, it’s… not altogether unpleasant. I just don’t like to make you angry with me.”

“Then tomorrow we take Master Meriadoc marketing!” Boromir chuckled. Pippin stretched out on his princely bed with a sweet smile. Suddenly Boromir’s hand descended on Pippin’s small behind with a loud slapping sound. Pippin’s eyes widened, then smoldered.

“Oh, Boromir!” he growled. “Kiss me. Kiss me now! Do to me all you would have done to Miriel!”

“As you wish, my little Knight. What did she call you? Ah, yes, I remember! Sweet Sir Peregrin… my little fairy Prince. All I would do to her, Hmmm? Well, then, let us begin!”

He pushed Pippin onto his back and kissed him deeply, then kissed his way down Pippin’s soft little neck to his nipples. These he sucked and nibbled for the longest time, until Pippin glistened with sweat, moaning softly, cradling Boromir’s head in his hands.

Boromir felt Pippin’s small hands push his head downward. He went along with Pippin’s wishes, but took his time doing so. He so loved the taste of Pippin’s skin that he liked to prolong the act. He hovered over Pippin’s navel, kissed and tongued it, then followed the little trail of downy hair to the nest of auburn hair around the hobbit’s member. Slipping his mouth around the shaft, Boromir took Pippin deeply, enjoying that he could take almost all of it due to the difference in their sizes. Even this had a sweet taste to it, and Boromir so loved it that he went very slowly. Pippin moaned and gasped, bucking upwards. Boromir held his hips down and withdrew his mouth.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded. “Now you just let me do as I please…” he took Pippin into his mouth once more. After a sufficient time Boromir took Pippin in his arms, rolling over on his back. Pippin straddled him once again, his small and perfect body glistening and glowing. Boromir ran his hands along the tops of Pippin’s thighs, up the sides of his hips and rested around Pippin’s waist. He looked quite seriously at Pippin a moment.

“What is it, Boromir?” asked Pippin.

“Nothing – it’s only, well, I sometimes, Pippin, I feel my heart fill with so much love for you I feel as though it might burst.”

“You are in a tender mood, then, my acushla?” Pippin said softly.

“I am. Oh, I love the passionate times, too, but, I just…”

“My Boromir,” Pippin sighed wistfully. “No need to explain that to me.” He stretched out on Boromir once more and caressed Boromir’s face.

Boromir rolled Pippin over on his back and held him oh so softly. His kisses were gentle; his touch light and tender. Pippin’s arms around Boromir’s neck were light, but they might as well been been iron. “My Pippin, my sweet… how did I live before we met? I remember the moment I saw you. I was yours even then. I was so afraid, Pippin, so afraid of what I felt for you, and so afraid of what you might not feel for me. When you gave me your heart I knew then that I could never live without you. My Pippin, my pilgrim, my brave little Knight, my love, my life, my magical fairy prince, my keeper, my master, my heart… you are all these things to me. You are my home, Pippin. All things I hold dear reside in you.”

“Such things you say!” Pippin spoke softly, “My Boromir, my love, how can I say anything about you so beautiful as these things you say? Yet, if I say I love you with all my being, is that the same? Is it enough? No, it can never be enough. I can never tell you all you are to me, except to say to you. I love you. Love you. You alone and forever.”

Pippin placed his hands on each side of Boromir’s face and pulled him close, meeting Boromir’s lips with his own in an unspeakably tender kiss. The kiss deepened, and it seemed that before Boromir knew what was happening, he was inside Pippin. Their lovemaking was slow and tender, unlike the storms that frequented their bed. Boromir saw the telltale burning of green flames in Pippin’s eyes and closed his own eyes. When he opened them they were once again in Fae.

And in this place of magical and fleshly delights, they spent the night. If someone had walked into their chamber, they would have found no one there, only the sweet smell of flowers unknown and unseen by the eyes of this world. The unearthly beauty of the fearsomely magical creature that was his best and only love once more enchanted Boromir. Pippin could see in Boromir only the creature that their love had made of him, a new and powerful being, yet ancient as the oldest stones, with his raiment of blue-white flame and his wings of silver and pearl. In this place the air they breathed was love itself. Time had no time for time here. There were no minutes, nor hours, nor days.

When the sun shone through their chamber window, the pair lay in their bed sleeping peacefully. Pippin was once more the little hobbit that had so stolen Boromir’s heart, and Boromir was once more the warrior that had waged war on death itself to return to his love. Boromir’s eyes opened to the morning sun, but it was the halfling that bedazzled his eyes. He woke Pippin with a tender kiss. And there, in their bed, he took Pippin once more, this time in the ordinary beauty of flesh and pounding hearts and kisses and arms around each other, like a sacred circle that would not be broken.

After the love, they ate a light snack of the little white cakes, then went to the creamery for a more substantial breakfast, hungry from their night and morning of love so well spent. There they found Merry, sitting alone, and Boromir felt a momentary pang of guilt for keeping the cousins apart for too long. But Merry was an understanding hobbit. He loved Pippin so much that he wanted nothing so much as he wanted to see that Pippin was happy and did not begrudge Boromir his time with Pippin. Instead, he tended to take the time they did have together and spend it in such a way as to make up for time apart. When Boromir asked Merry to go to market with Pippin and himself, Merry was quite agreeable. As they set off, Boromir walked behind the two cousins, listening to them chatting in that special way this pair had together. Soon they were at Miriel’s door.