Not All That Glitters Is Gold

credit goes to Fantasyinallforms

Summary:

Thorin has been consumed by dragon sickness, causing him to see foe where there should be friend. When he looks at Bilbo, however, he sees precious treasure. HIS precious treasure.

     Bilbo looked out at the massive hoard of gold. He hated this; he hated seeing Thorin like this. The warmth that had always been ever-present in his eyes was void, replaced by the shadow of a dragon. Thorin hadn't eaten real food in days, and Bilbo knew he needed it. He made Pheasant and roasted potatoes, Thorin's favorite. This was perhaps a feeble attempt, but Bilbo would do anything, try anything, to get his beloved back. He missed Thorin's warmth; he missed seeing love in his eyes when he looked at him. Most of all, he missed being the thing Thorin looked forward to seeing in the morning. The more time Thorin spent with the gold, the worse his temper and paranoia got. Bilbo waded out to where Thorin was in the treasury.

"Thorin... Thorin! Please come eat. I-I made your favorite Pheasant."

"I'm not hungry," was Thorin's only response.

"Yes, you bloody are! You haven't eaten in days. Please." Maybe it was the broken sound Bilbo made when he said please. Maybe it was the almost frantic tug at Bilbo's tunic, but Thorin turned and started climbing the gold towards the throne room. The Throne room was unfortunately not a reprieve from gold. The floor was now made of it after the dragon fight and Thorin had been bringing some of his favorite pieces of the hoard back to keep in the large room. Armor, finery, jewelry, and works of art littered the area around the throne. Thorin dropped a very large emerald into a chest of other large gems and sat back in his chair eyeing Bilbo expectantly. Quickly as he could Bilbo brought the plate of food to Thorin.

"I want to see you eat some of it first," he said, leaning back on his throne.

"Do you really think I would poison you!" Bilbo spluttered. When it was clear that Thorin was not joking, Bilbo tore off a piece of the breast meat and ate it.

"What a very good hobbit," Thorin purred. "Now go sit over there till I need you again." Thorin pointed to an ornate chair he had brought up from the hoard. It was shorter than the throne but still decked out in gems with gold seams crisscrossing it. Bilbo didn't know if he liked Thorin treating him like a servant, but that was about the closest to affection he had gotten from Thorin in a month. At least he's eating, Bilbo thought.

Halfway through his meal Thorin called Bilbo back over to him. When Bilbo was within arms reach Thorin grabbed him and pulled him to stand in between his open legs. Thorin caressed Bilbo's cheek with his hand, thumb gliding over his bottom lip. Bilbo's breath hitched, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"You brought me food, but I don't see you eating little treasure. We can't have you getting frail. Eat." Thorin hooked his thumb into Bilbo's mouth so it opened enough for him to feed Bilbo bits of the Pheasant. He accepted the food, tongue flicking across Thorin's fingers between bites. He bit back a moan as shivers ran up Bilbo's spine. Did he know? Did Thorin remember how intimate an act it was for hobbits to feed each other? Bilbo felt himself start to get hard despite his better judgment. He searched Thorin's eyes for answers, but the only thing reflected there was a deep primal hunger. Bilbo shifted uncomfortably where he stood, not daring to turn away.

"You know I love all my precious treasures and I'm afraid I've been neglecting you. Yet here you still are." Thorin whispered. He pushed the tray of remaining food off his lap and it clattered to the floor. Bilbo went to pick it up on instinct, but Thorin grabbed his hips and turned him back around.

"You can pick that up later. For now, I want to appreciate my spoils of war." Thorin growled. He pulled Bilbo to him, capturing his lips and digging his hands into his hips. The kiss was feverish and needy. Thorin bit Bilbo's bottom lip causing him to gasp. He took that as permission and started to explore Bilbo's mouth. It was taking nothing for Bilbo to fall apart. He must look shameful. He was panting and moaning as Thorin ran his hands under his shirt, flicking and pinching at his very sensitive nipples. Thorin was thoroughly enjoying himself too. He felt Thorin's cock grow hard under him, straining against the thick layers it was trapped under. Oh gods, this all felt good. Even if it was because Thorin saw him as no better than the gold in his hoard Bilbo didn't care.

Thorin fumbled at the strings of his pants and freed his hard thick cock. He grabbed Bilbo by the neck gently and pushed him to his knees. Thorin caressed his face, again pushing his thumb into Bilbo's mouth, causing him to open up. He fed his cock into Bilbo's mouth. It was warm and salty on his tongue, and Bilbo accepted it greedily. He ran his tongue along the sides and licked the tip free of any pre cum. He looked up at Thorin as he took as much of it as he could. Thorin had his head thrown back in ecstasy; hands wound tight in Bilbo's hair. It was such a turn-on that Bilbo's cock was twitching wildly and leaking into his pants. Thorin started to get rougher. He was thrusting into Bilbo, causing him to gag, which only seemed to turn him on more.

"Yes, take as much as you can, fuck you're doing so good. I'm just too big for your little throat." He stopped throat fucking Bilbo long enough to let him catch his breath. "I might be the only dwarf in existence that can say I've face fucked a hobbit. Let's see if your ass can take me better than your throat." Thorin started fumbling with Bilbo's shirt. He got it over his head and Bilbo made to take off the Mithril shirt as well.

"Don't take that one off, treasure. I want to see you in my gifts," He said roughly. He moved to the strings of Bilbo's pants and underclothes. He made quick work of them and tossed them aside. Bilbo's leaking aching cock was on full display for Thorin. He leaned back for a moment enjoying the view before taking Bilbo's cock with a strong, calloused hand. It took all of Bilbo's willpower not to cum on the spot. Thorin let go of him after a few good pumps causing Bilbo to whimper. Thorin strode across the room, grabbed a bottle, and returned. He turned Bilbo around, pushing him up onto the throne, knees on the seat, hands bracing the backboard of the chair. He ran his hands down the crack of Bilbo's ass spreading him out. He felt cold liquid pour onto his hole before one of Thorin's thick fingers breached him. This was not the first time he had been stretched by Thorin, but this preparation seemed hastier, like Thorin wanted it over with. Two fingers were in him, now stretching him out. Bilbo breathed hard against the pain. It didn't last long, though, and he soon panting as Thorin added a third finger. He curled his fingers searching for the knot in him. He knew he had found it when Bilbo let out a long-pitched moan.

"Oh, there it is. Do you want me to fuck you properly now, little treasure?" Thorin teased

"Please, please fuck me, your majesty," Bilbo cried. Your majesty hit the spot. Thorin removed his fingers, poured more oil on his cock and Bilbo's ass, and pushed himself in till he bottomed out. Bilbo screamed, at first in pain as he took all of Thorin all at once, but the scream turned into a whimper of pleasure as Thorin's cock stretched him out. They paused like that for a moment, Bilbo savoring the blissful feeling of being filled up. Then Thorin's started to move, pumping into Bilbo. His grunts were only fueling the fire inside Bilbo as his thrusting got harder. He must have weighed nothing to Thorin because he was practically using his ass as a toy throwing himself into every thrust.

"If you ke-keep going at this pace, I'll cum!" Bilbo shouted. Thorin slowed down a little bit and turned Bilbo around, not taking his cock out of the hobbit's ass.

"Then cum" He said, his blue eyes like storm clouds as he resumed his thrusting. Bilbo clung to Thorin as he neared his climax. Head thrown back, he must look debauched; Thorin captured his neck, sucking and nipping hard enough to leave marks. Bilbo toppled over the edge of ecstasy, calling Thorin's name. He came down from his high, cock still painfully sensitive. But Thorin wasn't done. He was still slamming his length into him.

"What am I to you? Am I just gold in your collection? Bilbo asked. Thorin's thrusts slowed down, and he met Bilbo's eyes.

"Just gold? No, you're too precious to be just regular treasure. You're my crowning jewel. I will have you marked for everyone to see who you belong to. Who do you belong to, ghivashel. Say it!" Thorin growled.

"You! I belong to Thorin Oakenshield, king under the mountain!

"That's right, YOUR king. I will NEVER share what is rightfully mine. I'm going to have you on all fours leaking cum, my pretty gem." Thorin leaned in to plant a greedy kiss on Bilbo's puffy lips. "If a single other soul lays a hand on you, I will cut them down to ribbons. Does that make you happy, pretty thing? Are you ready for me to mark you?"

"Yes! Oh gods Thorin, yes, please, please don't make me wait anymore!" Screamed Bilbo as Thorin pumped into him, picking up speed. He grabbed Bilbo's hip with one hand and the throne with the other after a few more powerful thrusts, Bilbo felt a rush of hot cum fill him up as Thorin growled through his orgasm, leaving bruises along Bilbo's hips from where he gripped him. When Thorin was spent, he slumped slightly, still holding Bilbo, his face buried in his curls. Slowly he pulled out with a wet pop and stood up. Bilbo sank to all fours catching his breath. Thorin sat back down on his throne Bilbo at his feet.

"Oh yes, I enjoy this sight of you, little treasure. Don't worry; it won't be the last. I think I'll have you leaking onto my treasure next; we'll see." Thorin said, eyes bright and gleaming with pride.

"You can have me wherever and however you would like, your majesty," was Bilbo's only response as he got up. Thorin's cum still leaking down his legs.