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claudia603And this is approximately my one-year anniversary of discovering this fandom.
I <3 LOTR h/c and/or interspecies Frodo slash fandoms. :-)
Title: Bree Games 10/?
Author: Claudia
Pairing: F/A, F/Vik, F/everyone else
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo goes to Bree to look for Bilbo after he leaves. There are some roads Frodo should never have taken…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: More fluff… This is probably my ultimate in Frodo filth. Prostitution, graphic sex, other crimes to Tolkien, mpreg? Heh. Not yet, but I’m open to it. I mean, I’m RILLY going to Tolkien Hell for this one.
Bree Games 10
Throughout the game, Harry kept a tight arm around Frodo’s waist. Whenever it wasn’t his turn, he licked Frodo’s ear and sucked on Frodo’s neck. Frodo cringed, but he did not resist. Vik glared at Harry, swallowing in silent rage, and Frodo wished there was a way to communicate to Vik that he only tolerated it because he feared later consequences.
“He is a sweet little thing, isn’t he?” Harry asked, tilting Frodo’s chin up. “I can’t wait to bang him upstairs. Twice, I get him twice.”
“I may want him tomorrow night then,” one of Harry’s friends said.
Vik’s jaw clenched, but he stayed calm, and Frodo’s stomach grew cold and began to roll, and he wondered if he would need to throw up. He shivered, since his silk shirt did nothing to keep him from getting chilled. He suddenly felt utterly vile. The Men were talking about him like he was a piece of meat, property to be bought for a night. And that’s exactly what he was, and it had nothing to do with who he was. Frodo Baggins had ceased to exist, replaced by a pretty face that was only eager to please Men who hurt him. Yes, it was because he was desirable, but not in the right way. None of them cared that he was sore or that he was imprisoned by Butterbur.
If only Vik could take him away from here.
“All right, gentlemen,” Vik said, putting his cards on the table with a triumphant smile. “I believe I have just won.”
“You cheat!” Harry deposited Frodo roughly on the bench beside him and stood, leaning threateningly over Vik. Two ales crashed to the floor. The rest of the tavern grow quiet, staring curiously over at their table.
“I won fair and square. Your friends can’t deny it.”
“I say you cheat!” Harry shoved Vik in the shoulder. Vik’s easy grin faded, and Frodo was thrilled to see that he looked dangerous, like an alley cat ready to fight.
“You don’t want to do that,” Vik said.
Harry squeezed Frodo’s ear and twisted, causing Frodo to gasp in pain before he mercifully let go. “I paid five coins for him.”
“And the deal was, if I beat you and all your friends, which I clearly have, then the halfling is mine.”
“Whoring cheater!”
Frodo gasped and shrunk against the wall as Harry backhanded Vik across the face. Vik winced for only a moment, wiping a drop of blood from his nose, before he reached over and grabbed Harry’s tunic, pulling him so that their faces were only inches apart.
“Let us get something straight,” Vik said in a low voice. “I am many things, but a cheater I am not. I won the halfling fair and square, and if you have a problem with that, we can take it outside. But I will not engage in an uncivilized tavern brawl. Understand?”
“All right then,” Harry said. “Don’t fret none. I didn’t mean nothing by it. The halfling’s yours now.” He snorted in disgust. “Waste of a good five coins, that was.” He pulled out of Vik’s grip and shoved away from the table, stomping out of the inn.
Frodo smiled at Vik in adoration. That this Man had done this for him had to mean that he cared for him as much as Frodo cared for him.
“Come,” Vik said, putting his arm around Frodo’s shoulders and helping him out from behind the table. “Let us find a quiet room.”
As they walked out of the room, neither noticed the keen gray eyes that followed them from the same dark corner where Frodo had tripped and nearly fallen earlier.
Once they were in a quiet room, Frodo’s cheeks were hot. He didn’t care how sore he was. He would allow Vik to do what the others had done with him and this time he would enjoy it immensely. He began to unbutton his shirt, but Vik grabbed his wrist.
“No, Frodo. Just come with me on the bed. Let’s just talk for a bit. I have you all night, and that landlord can’t bother you.” Once Frodo joined him on the bed, Vik looked at his face, where the bruising had noticeably faded. “He hasn’t hurt you, has he?”
“No,” Frodo said, and then laughed. “Not yet. Though don’t you think the bruising rather went well with my eyes?”
“Do not joke about it,” Vik said. “This is dangerous what you’re doing. If some nasty drunk doesn’t accidentally break your neck, then you might end up lashed in public or left to be abused in one of Bree’s jails. I’ve seen the jails, Frodo, and I don’t want you there.”
“Vik, why do you care so for me?” Frodo asked, his heart thumping. Vik was holding him close, his arm wrapped around his back, and Frodo could barely stand the contact. His nipples felt hard and tender, and his groin ached pleasantly as he rubbed against Vik.
“Stop,” Vik said firmly, pushing Frodo away. Frodo was breathing quickly, and he squirmed against Vik’s grip, wanting only contact with Vik’s body. “Do you see what you are doing?” Vik’s face became grim and he continued, “Allow me to see something. May I?” he asked, hands hovering over the button to Frodo’s breeches.
“Of course,” Frodo said. He was so hard that his member poked up, straining against the fabric. The feel of Vik’s hands pulling down his breeches nearly undid him, and he panted restlessly. What point was the Man trying to make? He only knew it was irritating. Before Frodo could react, Vik had flipped him over so that he was lying on his stomach.
“Oh, no,” Vik breathed, letting a gentle finger run over the soreness. “Oh, no.”
And there was a quality to Vik’s voice that made Frodo’s hardness go limp, that caused a coldness to seep over his chest, and his throat filled with shame.
I <3 LOTR h/c and/or interspecies Frodo slash fandoms. :-)
Title: Bree Games 10/?
Author: Claudia
Pairing: F/A, F/Vik, F/everyone else
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo goes to Bree to look for Bilbo after he leaves. There are some roads Frodo should never have taken…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: More fluff… This is probably my ultimate in Frodo filth. Prostitution, graphic sex, other crimes to Tolkien, mpreg? Heh. Not yet, but I’m open to it. I mean, I’m RILLY going to Tolkien Hell for this one.
Bree Games 10
Throughout the game, Harry kept a tight arm around Frodo’s waist. Whenever it wasn’t his turn, he licked Frodo’s ear and sucked on Frodo’s neck. Frodo cringed, but he did not resist. Vik glared at Harry, swallowing in silent rage, and Frodo wished there was a way to communicate to Vik that he only tolerated it because he feared later consequences.
“He is a sweet little thing, isn’t he?” Harry asked, tilting Frodo’s chin up. “I can’t wait to bang him upstairs. Twice, I get him twice.”
“I may want him tomorrow night then,” one of Harry’s friends said.
Vik’s jaw clenched, but he stayed calm, and Frodo’s stomach grew cold and began to roll, and he wondered if he would need to throw up. He shivered, since his silk shirt did nothing to keep him from getting chilled. He suddenly felt utterly vile. The Men were talking about him like he was a piece of meat, property to be bought for a night. And that’s exactly what he was, and it had nothing to do with who he was. Frodo Baggins had ceased to exist, replaced by a pretty face that was only eager to please Men who hurt him. Yes, it was because he was desirable, but not in the right way. None of them cared that he was sore or that he was imprisoned by Butterbur.
If only Vik could take him away from here.
“All right, gentlemen,” Vik said, putting his cards on the table with a triumphant smile. “I believe I have just won.”
“You cheat!” Harry deposited Frodo roughly on the bench beside him and stood, leaning threateningly over Vik. Two ales crashed to the floor. The rest of the tavern grow quiet, staring curiously over at their table.
“I won fair and square. Your friends can’t deny it.”
“I say you cheat!” Harry shoved Vik in the shoulder. Vik’s easy grin faded, and Frodo was thrilled to see that he looked dangerous, like an alley cat ready to fight.
“You don’t want to do that,” Vik said.
Harry squeezed Frodo’s ear and twisted, causing Frodo to gasp in pain before he mercifully let go. “I paid five coins for him.”
“And the deal was, if I beat you and all your friends, which I clearly have, then the halfling is mine.”
“Whoring cheater!”
Frodo gasped and shrunk against the wall as Harry backhanded Vik across the face. Vik winced for only a moment, wiping a drop of blood from his nose, before he reached over and grabbed Harry’s tunic, pulling him so that their faces were only inches apart.
“Let us get something straight,” Vik said in a low voice. “I am many things, but a cheater I am not. I won the halfling fair and square, and if you have a problem with that, we can take it outside. But I will not engage in an uncivilized tavern brawl. Understand?”
“All right then,” Harry said. “Don’t fret none. I didn’t mean nothing by it. The halfling’s yours now.” He snorted in disgust. “Waste of a good five coins, that was.” He pulled out of Vik’s grip and shoved away from the table, stomping out of the inn.
Frodo smiled at Vik in adoration. That this Man had done this for him had to mean that he cared for him as much as Frodo cared for him.
“Come,” Vik said, putting his arm around Frodo’s shoulders and helping him out from behind the table. “Let us find a quiet room.”
As they walked out of the room, neither noticed the keen gray eyes that followed them from the same dark corner where Frodo had tripped and nearly fallen earlier.
Once they were in a quiet room, Frodo’s cheeks were hot. He didn’t care how sore he was. He would allow Vik to do what the others had done with him and this time he would enjoy it immensely. He began to unbutton his shirt, but Vik grabbed his wrist.
“No, Frodo. Just come with me on the bed. Let’s just talk for a bit. I have you all night, and that landlord can’t bother you.” Once Frodo joined him on the bed, Vik looked at his face, where the bruising had noticeably faded. “He hasn’t hurt you, has he?”
“No,” Frodo said, and then laughed. “Not yet. Though don’t you think the bruising rather went well with my eyes?”
“Do not joke about it,” Vik said. “This is dangerous what you’re doing. If some nasty drunk doesn’t accidentally break your neck, then you might end up lashed in public or left to be abused in one of Bree’s jails. I’ve seen the jails, Frodo, and I don’t want you there.”
“Vik, why do you care so for me?” Frodo asked, his heart thumping. Vik was holding him close, his arm wrapped around his back, and Frodo could barely stand the contact. His nipples felt hard and tender, and his groin ached pleasantly as he rubbed against Vik.
“Stop,” Vik said firmly, pushing Frodo away. Frodo was breathing quickly, and he squirmed against Vik’s grip, wanting only contact with Vik’s body. “Do you see what you are doing?” Vik’s face became grim and he continued, “Allow me to see something. May I?” he asked, hands hovering over the button to Frodo’s breeches.
“Of course,” Frodo said. He was so hard that his member poked up, straining against the fabric. The feel of Vik’s hands pulling down his breeches nearly undid him, and he panted restlessly. What point was the Man trying to make? He only knew it was irritating. Before Frodo could react, Vik had flipped him over so that he was lying on his stomach.
“Oh, no,” Vik breathed, letting a gentle finger run over the soreness. “Oh, no.”
And there was a quality to Vik’s voice that made Frodo’s hardness go limp, that caused a coldness to seep over his chest, and his throat filled with shame.
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Date: 2003-05-12 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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<3
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Date: 2003-05-12 05:42 pm (UTC)The beginnings of Frodo's consciousness being raised. So proud :-)
I do NOT like Harry!
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Date: 2003-05-12 06:12 pm (UTC)Um, yeah. Lucky!Frodo not having to spend the night with Harry!!
Thanks, Lora!
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Date: 2003-05-12 06:06 pm (UTC)"As they walked out of the room, neither noticed the keen gray eyes that followed them from the same dark corner where Frodo had tripped and nearly fallen earlier."
Oooo... I cannot lie---I'm beginning to feel a very keen yearning for Strider's presence. I imagine, if he does develop a thing for Frodo, the competition between him and Vik might be very . . . amusing.
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Date: 2003-05-12 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-05-12 06:13 pm (UTC)<3 <3 <3
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Date: 2003-05-12 09:13 pm (UTC)Yum!
Date: 2003-05-12 08:41 pm (UTC)I take it from the 'gray eyes' comment that Aragorn has now found Frodo. Yay!
This just keeps getting better and better, though I don't see how you keep managing to turn out such quality work in so little time. However you manage, keep doing it! This fic is absolutely yummy.
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Date: 2003-05-13 05:14 am (UTC)Weee want Striiiderrrr... Weee want Striiiderrrr... (although Vik is nice, too). Poor little hobbit!!!
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