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"So this is your purpose, to enter the mountain?"

"What of it?"

"There are some who would not deem it wise..."

The prince directed one haughty glare at the Lord of Imladris, snatched the map from his hands, before turning on his heels and making his way back into an inner hall behind the waterfall cliff.

Gandalf the fool...

He knew from the start that these sly elves would feign concern over his quest. And while his people are lured into indulging themselves in the hospitality of the Last Homely House, this...- This Elrond would seize the chance to claim Erebor for himself!

Elves had been greedy in the past, they still were, and always will be.

Thorin snorted and stomped his way across the hall on the fine, polished oak, heading back to where the dwarves company were assembled for the night.

Well, he will shove it in their pale faces that the heir of Durin will not fall easily for such cheap trick...-

"Uncle?"

Thorin stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a familiar voice. The halls were dim, lit by but a few candles - damn the elves and their love of eventide! - and he could only make out a blurry silhouette of a form leaning against a tall door frame of the room.

"Kíli?" He squinted.

A long period of silence swept across the room, then came:

"What ails you, uncle?"

Thorin let out a dark chuckle as he slowly stepped towards the door frame.

"And what, in the name of Durin, compels you to believe that ailment has claimed me, nephew?"

"I counted more lines on your face." Kíli was smiling, his arms folded across his chest, "And must we keep answering a question with but another?"

"Indeed not," Thorin said as he approached the younger dwarf, a grin also on his face, "Now let us return to camp."

Kíli laughed as they walked.

"Camp, uncle?"

"Why, yes...-"

"We tread at the heart of an elven realm as we speak, uncle, there is no safer...-"

"And bear in mind that it is still your turn to keep the first watch tonight," Thorin hissed, sternness returning to his sculptured face, "I will not have us rise in the morning and realize we are bound prisoners here!"

"What made you say such that you did?" The younger dwarf cried; Thorin could see disbelief in his dark eyes, and anger welled up in him, "I understand that these are elves we speak of, but had Lord Elrond not offered his help...-"

Kíli gasped as he got shoved roughly against a pillar. Thorin's hand clenched tight and hard at his throat, holding him in place. The Dwarf Lord's deep blue eyes were ignited with fury as he spat into his nephew's face.

"I do NOT need help from elves!"

"Thorin, let him go."

Thorin turned, and it was only then that he realized they had reached the hall where his company were resting for the night. Eleven pairs of eyes were on them, but it was the stern gaze of Balin who had spoken that made him release his grip on the younger dwarf.

Kíli fell to the floor, choking and gasping for breath, and Thorin felt a pang of guilt surging up through him.

"Out of my sight!" He gritted his teeth and barked at the younger dwarf. No, Thorin Oakenshield was too proud for an apology, even for his own kin.

Kíli glared up at him. His nephew's dark eyes bore so many emotions, none of which Thorin could fathom.

"As you wish," Kíli spat, "My King."

The dark haired dwarf spun on his heels and strode his way out of the other end of the hall in a manner not even Thorin could deny was akin to his own. Fíli's call sounded after him, but it was ignored

Fíli turned back to his uncle, anger now also evident in his golden eyes.

"Uncle, why did you...-"

"Keep the first watch," Thorin cut him off mid-sentenced, his eyes trained on the doors Kíli had left through, "The rest of you, get some sleep."

Rustles and whispers erupted from behind him, and Thorin felt his anger flaring up once more.

"NOW!" He thundered, and the whispers died out, leaving only the clanking and rustles of ten dwarves putting away plates and rolling out their sleeping bags.

Thorin turned his back to the brightly lit hall and strode out the door. The prince walked along a dark passage, before stepping out onto a wide balcony bathed in moonlight.

The sight of Imladris before him was breath-taking; not even Thorin himself had the will the deny this. A diamond-like moon shone ever so brilliantly above the night sky, and stars, like gems, twinkled vividly across the dark sheet of velvet.

The stone balcony itself arched over the valley almost like a cliff. It was a - natural - kind of balcony, perhaps. The Dwarven tongue had no word for it, for Thorin could make out no railing. There, sitting right at the edge with his back turned to him was a figure cladded in his usual blue cloak; Kíli.

The Dwarf Lord paused; the pained throbs in his chest told him to approach the young dwarf, but the stubborn pride that coursed through his being told him to turn back to the halls from whence he came.

The bickering within his mind must have been loud, and not so courteous, for the young dwarf with the sharpest ear in the company seemed to have picked up on it.

"I am aware that you are troubled, uncle" Kíli said stiffly, not turning back "But I implore you, take it off not on me."

A certain edge in his nephew's voice made Thorin flinch. The prince let out a sigh, and stepped towards the edge of the cliff where Kíli was sitting.

He could sense Kíli's eyes on him as he settled down silently beside him, but did not meet his gaze. For a moment, they did not converse, but gazed into the darkness beyond the valleys; the darkness that shrouded a path they would embark upon at first light on the morrow, a path to Erebor.

A path that lead home...

"Here," Thorin muttered as he dug out a pipe from under his fur coat and handed it over to the young dwarf sitting beside him without meeting his eyes, "Take this."

Kíli looked up in astonishment as he accepted the piece of wood.

"And this is...?"

"I understand that you have lost yours during our troll ambush," Said Thorin, still facing the other way, " So this past evening I... found the opportunity to acquire you another one."

Kíli looked down at the pipe in his hand. Thorin rarely smoked, but the intricate carving on the stem of the one he now held had not fooled his eyes, nor memory. The younger dwarf grinned to himself.

If there was anything his uncle hated more than the elves themselves, it was making apologies.

"Thank you," he said, his curious eyes roamed his uncle's face, "'Tis very beautiful indeed."

Thorin let out an under-toned grunt, and again, silence fell between them.

Suddenly, however...

"I miss Ered Luin, uncle..." said Kíli softly.

Thorin shifted his gaze towards the young dwarf, his fair face was lit up by the moon, but his gaze wandered into the distant.

"Perhaps I should send you back," he stated in a matter-of-fact manner, "your mother, after all, was not entirely content with...-"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Kíli snapped, whipping his head back to glare at his uncle, annoyance was evident in his dark eyes, "I am NOT returning! Why do you have to keep..."

The younger dwarf trailed off as he took note of his uncle's low chuckle, his brows furrowed as he speculated the prince's handsome face.

"I was merely jesting." Thorin said softly with a smile, placing his hand on the other's shoulder. "I would not send my best archer back to Dís's overprotective arms at any cost."

Kíli only stared back at him, dumbfounded.

"What is it?" Thorin arched his brows.

"Nothing," The young one muttered, looking a little confused with himself, "It's just that... I'd not seen you smile like that since I was a little child."

Thorin's face fell.

"I understand the years have placed their burdens on your shoulders." Kíli continued, looking away, "I still remember the time when I would sit, waiting for you to ride back from your daily patrol of the borders at sunset. You wore such pleasant expressions, uncle, for yet another day had gone by and Ered Luin remained unharmed. I miss that."

The Dwarf Lord glanced up at the night sky and let out another sigh. Indeed, he had been weary for such a long time...

Perhaps he was over-thinking things, perhaps he should let it go, just for the night...

"And I miss that constant chattering and clinging of yours all the same, you little rascal." Thorin eyes were gentle as he spoke, "Had there ever been a day when you would not rush down the front hall to greet me, even before I'd dismounted my steed?"

"Why, you always needed a shoulder rub, uncle!" Kíli laughed, entertaining the memory, "Those treacherous armors looked like they were boding you ill!"

"Those were your insistence, not my demand," Thorin half-heartedly smiled and shook his head, "What a terrible massager you were."

"Now, now, I was small, uncle. You, on the other hand, were an adult, full of vigor and vitality."

"What of now?"

Without missing a beat, Kíli answered, proudly.

"A graceful warrior prince you remain, and of greater strength yet."

A glint sparkled in Thorin's piercing blue eyes.

"Not me, you dunce. What of yourself?"

"Oh." Kíli blinked, his face was blank for a second as the question sank in.

"I'm grown-up now, I suppose." He muttered, traces of confusion still evident on his face. Then, the mischief-maker's eyes lit up, and the trademark naughty smirk made its way up to his lips.

Thorin stiffened. This meant trouble.

"Perhaps I could give you a shoulder rub, uncle? Give you a chance to decide for a second time whether a 'terrible massager' I remain?"

Thorin relaxed, for the prospect was not anywhere close to what he had imagined. As of today, he was too tired for any more mischief.

"Suit yourself," he said, and shuffled away from the edge of the cliff, "I could do with a little massage, it's been a long day."

Kíli scooted over to sit behind his Lord who sat with his arms resting on his raised knees, and proceeded to remove the sheathed Orcrist from his uncle's belt.

"What need is there for that?" Thorin questioned.

"You need to cooperate."

"A little elaboration would be much appreciated."

Kíli let out a sigh.

"Thorin," He called the older dwarf by his name, "I'm giving you a massage so you could relax. Now if you'd like to relax, you need to rid a few prideful burdens off your shoulders."

"Such as?"

"Loyalty," Kíli mused, as he settled Orcrist down by his side.

"Honour," he continued and tugged the fur coat and tunic off Thorin's shoulders, leaving his upper-body cladded only in a thin, smooth chainse made of silk.

Thorin snorted.

"What a hassle, and I never knew you could be so metaphorical. Anything else I will need for this massage session of yours?"

"A willing heart," Kíli cocked his head to the side and smile, "I can ask no more than that. Come, uncle, I'm doing this for you."

Thorin closed his eyes and let out a breath of contentment as he felt the other's agile hands working on the tight muscles on his shoulders. Indeed, it only took a mere moment for him to change his mind about Kíli's hand skills, and Thorin Oakenshield was not one to be easily pleased...

"By Durin's name, you are stiff, Thorin," Kíli sounded a little surprised, "What on earth do you go through each day?"

"Making sure my reckless nephew doesn't brew more trouble to add to what's already present."

"I may be reckless," Kíli kneaded his thumbs under his shoulder blades, and Thorin's lips parted slightly as he felt the tension lifting, "But when I brew troubles, they are for me and me alone to entertain, not others. I am no longer a child, uncle."

"And I have no doubt about that," Thorin calmly replied, relaxing into the pointed pressures, "You have grown, Kíli, and I am old."

"Nonsense, uncle!" The teen laughed, "You speak as if you were middle aged."

"Which you will do well to remember that I am."

"Oh barely, you have a good decade to go before you can start calling yourself that."

Thorin only murmured an incoherent reply as he indulged himself in the luxurious motions on his back that only heightened his senses.

A gentle breeze swept across the valley, carrying with it, the song of a thrush.

"I wonder what will become of us after Erebor is reclaimed." Kíli breached the topic quietly, "If it is reclaimed."

"It shall prosper once more, that is certain," said Thorin somberly, his gaze drifted across the plain, "If we exert our forces into it."

"No, uncle..." Absentminded, Kíli replied "I meant us; you often spend your time with Fíli and I. Although, once you reclaim the throne, we shall have to make way to your Queen."

"I have no interest in such cumbersome affair," The prince stated, suddenly fearing the prospect of losing the company of the teen who sat behind him, "You are not leaving me, are you?"

"Not unless you wish it so. Where else have I to go? I only assumed that for one as... prepossessing as you, and with many a maidens longing for your heart, you should like to be engaged."

"Speaks one who has a flock of maiden trailing after his every step." Thorin mocked, feeling completely at ease now, except for the unexplained heightened senses coursing throughout his body, "Would you not consider taking the hand of one yourself?"

"Not as long as you would have me, My Lord." Kíli smiled as he proceeded to wrap his arms around the prince's shoulders and nuzzled comfortably into his unle's neck.

Thorin drew in a sharp breath as he felt the other's presence on him. Uneasiness began to creep its way to the pit of his stomach as he felt Kíli head resting on his broad shoulder. The soft lock of dark brown hair cascaded down his upper arm which was now cladded only in a thin sheet of silk; somehow, the heightened senses only amounted, and Thorin felt vulnerable as he never did before.

He turned his head slightly and chanced a glance at the young one's elegant face, which was but an inch away from his own. Kíli had his eyes closed, the corners of his lips curled up into a peaceful smile, and he was breathing deeply as if in a slumber.

The prince snapped his eyes shut once again, as the unexplainable throbs pounded in his chest at the sight of the beauty before him. Kíli had done this many times, and as much as Thorin understood his being but a child back then, why should it make any difference now?

Oh but it did...

Thorin pressed his lips tight together as if to suppress the... sensations, perhaps, that had welled up in him on no accord. Something was wrong, very wrong...

With his eyes and lips sealed shut, the prince risked drawing a sharp breath. Suddenly, a sweet, luscious scent entered his nostrils and lingered there, intoxicating him.

He knew where it came from. For the love of Aulë! Where else could it have come from?

Still shutting his eyes tight, Thorin opened his mouth to speak, and when he did, his voice came out raspy and low.

"Kíli..."

"Hm...?" He heard the teen mumble. His lips were close, much too close to Thorin's ears, and the vibration that came from his soft voice ran down Thorin's spine like freezing flames.

"What..." Thorin's eyes were opened now as he searched for words, "Have you been doing while I was gone this evening?"

"Oh, not much," Kíli replied. Smiling lazily, his hand coming up to play with a lock of Thorin's hair, "We cooked, we ate, and I bathed in a hall below."

This must have been the first time the great Dwarf prince was rendered speechless. With his dark lock being twirled by Kíli's nimble fingers and the unholy images of the aforementioned bath flooding his mind, a long moment had gone by before Thorin was able to regain his words.

"I see it must have been very relishing."

"Oh very much indeed," Kíli elaborated slowly, his dark eyes searching Thorin's face who had his gazed locked the other way, "The elves have mastered their arts in fragrance, even you must accept this. I could not resist the temptation."

"No doubt of it..."

"Lissuin." Kíli reached a hand up to caress the prince's chin lightly, leaving Thorin no choice but to turn his somber, blue eyes towards him, "Your favourite scent, is it not?"

His breath was hot on Thorin's neck, and his dark eyes bore into Thorin's deep blue ones. How Thorin had not noticed the teen's poignant beauty before then remained a mystery to him. The prince let out a sigh, and opened his mouth to question that which he had never dreamt of asking...

"What good would seducing me do to you, Kíli?"

"Oh... Much more than you could ever imagine," The young one whispered, their faces now only an inch apart, "And much more than I should care to elaborate to you, as of now..."

Kíli trailed off, and before Thorin had the time to react, his vision was suddenly obscured by a mass of dark brown hair, and he felt a pair of soft lips pressing into the corner of his mouth.

The next thing he saw was that the teen had drawn away just a little, and he was looking up, meeting Thorin's gaze with his curious brown eyes.

Thorin's solemn, blue eyes that had always been so captivating to him now held a different kind of emotion which Kíli had never seen in them before. It was only a fraction of a second later that Kíli found his lips were being assaulted forcefully by the Dwarf prince who drew him into a desperate kiss. One of his callous hands was spooning the back of Kíli's head, the other tilting up his chin, crushing their lips together.

Killi slid his arms around the other's silk cladded shoulders and molded their bodies together. The kiss then became a more sensual, more passionate one as the young dwarf moaned into it, and Thorin seized the chance to deepen the kiss and invade the delicious cavern of his mouth.

The cold night wind blew over the cliff, but it was not enough to extinguish the fire that was burning in his skin. Finally, Thorin pulled away, his smoldering blue eyes still burning with desire.

"We... should not be doing this," The King rasped.

"Says who?" Kíli purred.

"Your uncle."

"Who desires me; now be silent and follow your willing heart. I told you, I can ask no more than that!"

On that word, Kíli grabbed Thorin's face and kiss him fiercely. The softness of his lips, the warmth of his lithe body, and the impish demeanor smacked the prince hard like an axe's shaft. It was that moment when Thorin succumbed to the desire and permitted it to take over all his moral conscience.

Thorin claimed his lips and invaded them once more, leaving Kíli to moan into the fiery kiss. His hands trailed the still fully clothed length of Kíli's back, feeling the softness of the washed cloth and the warmth of fervent heat radiating from the younger dwarf's body. Thorin buried his nose into the crook of Kíli's neck and inhaled the sweet scent of Lissuin, the flower he found most endearing. The hot breath escaping from his lips made Kíli moan and writhe in desperation; the young dwarf pressed his body even harder against Thorin's.

The prince let out a deep chuckle before pressing his lips against Kíli's exposed neck, tracing burning trails with the tip of his tongue, his teeth branding the marks of ownership which would remain there for a week to come. Thorin then had to quickly capture Kíli's lips again to silence his scream of pleasure, his thumbs kneading the side of the other's face gently as if to sooth him.

"You get what you ask for, Kíli." The King in Exile whispered hotly against his ear.

Bilbo meekly poked his head into the chamber where the dwarves were resting. He scanned his eyes around the room for a few seconds, and then knitted his brows together.

"Where is Thorin?" The hobbit whispered to Bofur who was kind enough to stay up with Fíli, before stepping in to join them both at the hearth.

"Probably on that balcony cliff," Bofur replied, poking a dying ember with a stick, "Looks like that's where Kíli went off to."

"Kíli accompanied him?" Bilbo felt his voice climbing a pitch in astonishment.

"No," Fíli stated flatly, anger still evident in his voice, "Uncle maltreated him, and now I suppose he stormed off after Kíli to chide him more, it won't be long until they both return."

"Just a little domestic fight." Bofur shrugged as he looked up at the confused Bilbo. "Although, I must say Thorin's wits were not entirely with him today...-"

"If Balin hadn't called out, he would have probably knocked my brother out right then." Fíli hissed, much to Bilbo's surprise of course, for the usually more composed one of the two young dwarves seemed restless today.

Silence fell between them, saved for the cackling fire in the hearth.

"I'm going after them." Fíli suddenly stood up, only to be hauled down by Bofur.

"Leave them be," Said the toy-maker, "Your brother is no longer a child, he can hold his own."

"I only wondered what they are up to." Fíli grumbled.

"In that case," Said Bofur, eyeing the hobbit, "Why don't you ask our good burglar to do the deed?"

"Do - Wait...- What? No! No! No I don't think...-"

"You've got the lightest footsteps, Bilbo!" Fíli faux-screamed, his golden eyes enlarging as he grabbed Bilbo by the collars, "They would never notice you sneaking up on them. Go!"

"But why on earth do you want to know what they're saying?" Bilbo retaliated desperately, "Did you not say so yourself that it won't be long until they return? Couldn't you just wait till...-"

"Just this once, please!"

Bilbo sighed. Dwarves...

"Oh, alright, alright, show me the way then."

Thorin ran his hands through the young dwarf's soft, brown locks, before unclipping the silver clasp that was in his hair.

Kíli broke the kiss and reached up to nip at Thorin's earlobe, eliciting a hoarse gasp from the prince. Kíli snickered as he pressed a finger against Thorin's lips, and leaned in to whisper playfully.

"Shshh! Uncle, we don't want anybody to hear us, do we?"

"You should do well to discard that title for now," Thorin growled, "Or I shall make you scream until you lose your wits."

"Sounds enticing, try me, uncle."

Mischief glimmered in Thorin's stormy blue eyes as the prince rose up to the challenge. With one hand holding the younger dwarf's chin, his other hand began to undo the thread that laced up the front of Kíli's tunic without the young dwarf's noticing.

"You put of a strong front, Kíli, but just... how much, do you know of this matter?" A mysterious smile graced Thorin's lips, his breath ghosting over Kíli's ears.

The younger dwarf felt a shiver running down his spine, but managed a reply.

"Enough to undo the great Master Oakenshield tonight, perhaps?"

"I wouldn't be so sure..." Thorin whispered, and jerked the the blue tunic off Kíli's body.

The brunette gasped.

"When did you...-"

"Stand up."

"What?...-"

The dwarf prince would not repeat his words. Thorin yanked his nephew up to his feet, his arms snaking from behind him and he pulled Kíli into his chest. His hands roamed over the young Dwarf's now naked torso and Kíli shivered, much less from the cold than from the heat from Thorin's chest that was molding against his back, with only a thin sheet of silk dividing them.

"My turn to pleasure you..."

Kíli was not short for a dwarf, but Thorin towered over him. The prince leaned over his shoulder and pressed a tender kiss on his temple, as his hands ghosted lightly over the other's abdomen and nipples. Thorin chuckled against the teen's deliciously soft neck as Kíli's breathing became heavier and more raspy; it seemed his nephew finally understood that he did not intend to fulfill the promised pleasure. Oh no, Thorin Oakenshield would torment his naughty nephew until he learnt his lesson.

He heard Kíli swore, and the teen's hands on Thorin's thighs only clenched tighter; he knew that the younger dwarf was struggling to uphold whatever little dignity he may had left and not lean in to the embrace.

Thorin grinned as he buried his nose into the other's brown locks and inhaled, before tracing kisses down his jawline. Reaching down, his hands brushed ever so lightly over the front of the other's trousers, where he could feel the emerging bulge and Kíli's body jerking at the same time.

"Uncle!"

"It escaped my attention how grown up you have become..." Thorin's hot breath lingered over the tender flesh that was Kíli's exposed neck; he bit down lightly on it and Kíli moaned helplessly, his nails digging into the trousers that covered Thorin's thighs.

"Uncle, how could you...-"

"This is what you get out of seducing me, Kíli."

From behind, Thorin proceeded to undo the clasp of Kíli's trousers and slowly slid his hand down, holding it there as Kíli held his breath in anticipation at the lack of contact.

Finally, Thorin let out a low chuckle as he brushed his hand ever so lightly across one of Kíli balls, earning a stifled cried from the younger dwarf who tried to hold back his gasp. His other hand toyed with Kíli's hardening nipples and roamed over his abdomen, making the younger dwarf writhe in frenzy. Kíli's breath was hitched in his throat, and he let out a strangled cry as he buckled his hips wildly into the touch. Thorin could feel that his nephew was rock hard now, and the little movements and noises he made was also turning him on, slowly.

Kíli whimpered as he felt Thorin's clothed erection pressing tight against his backside, only to hear the prince letting out a dark and husky growl before continuing to tease him even further. Reaching down, Thorin brushed his fingers over the tip of Kíli's stiff length, rubbing intently at the opening where he could feel thick liquid pouring out.

Kíli collapsed into his uncle's one-handed embrace, mouth gaping open and yet nothing but hot, ragged breaths came out. He tried desperately to rub himself against Thorin's wonderfully agile digits, but his uncle only pulled away, a resonant laugh rumbled in his chest as Kíli's eyes were wet with tears from his torment.

"You are always so restless and hasty, Kíli. Here is a little lesson of patience for you..."

"Are you sure it's this way?" Bilbo asked nervously as Bofur ushered him through the dark corridor that led out of the room.

"It leads to the balcony," Fíli, who followed behind, answered, his golden eyes darted coolly from side to side, "Knowing Kíli, it should be where he headed off to."

"Well, right." Bilbo raised his hands in defeat, "How do I do this though? I mean, the idea of a furious Thorin Oakenshield catching you spying on him does not sound like a very pleasant one."

"Which is why it has got to be you, our little burglar," Bofur sounded overly supportive as he gave a gentle push on the hobbit's back, " They will never hear you come. Now go and fetch us the news!"

"Wait," Bilbo stopped dead in track and whirled around, "So does this mean you are not comi...-"

They were gone.

Bilbo let out a silent scream.

In a blink of an eye, Kíli whirled around and tackled his uncle down to the cold, stone balcony, his trousers were strewn to the side. The teen pinned Thorin down and started working his fumbling fingers to undo the older dwarf's silk top. His breath came out as a cloud of smoke between them. Thorin did not make a move to stop him, but instead hummed in a low tone and grinned his mischievous smile as he grabbed his nephew's slim waist, and ground his clothed erection against Kíli's exposed one.

The friction of rough fabric against his tender skin was too overwhelming, and Kíli cried out, pleading with a moan.

"Uncle, stop, please!" Kíli's eyes were wanton, "Or I am going to come on top of you, right now." Under the King's amused look, the teen panted hard as he finally manage to discard of his uncle's silk top and cast it aside. Then he stared down at the perfection that was Thorin Oakenshield.

Kíli traced his finger absentmindedly on the rows of muscles that rippled beneath his uncle's abdomen, momentarily forgetting the predicament that was rubbing against Thorin's trousers. Thorin could see mesmerization in his dark eyes as he felt Kíli's cool fingers tracing around his nipples. Suddenly, a sharp cry erupted from his lips as Kíli dipped his head down to his belly-button, and started swirling his tongue around it.

The hardness in his trousers suddenly became almost unbearable, and Thorin sat up, grabbed the back of his nephew's head and crushed their lips together with such fierceness it nearly made Kíli lose all his senses.

As Thorin sucked hungrily on Kíli's full lips, and his hands roamed over the teen's slender body that seemed to glow under the moonlight, Kíli's hand came down and undid the clasp that held the prince's breeches together.

It was the teen who broke the kiss between both of their sensual moans, and wrung off his uncle's trousers. Their tongues danced against each other, and Kíli was straddling Thorin's laps, rubbing their erections roughly against each other. Thorin, now leaning on a small stone edge that propped his body up, trailed his hands down Kíli's slim back, and began kneading the soft mounds of flesh that were Kíli's backside.

Kíli moaned and leaned forward to claim his uncle's lips again. Thorin only chuckled into the kiss and increased his speed in the massage, and whilst the teen was busy gasping and crying his name, the prince pushed one of his fingers against the secret entrance that was his nephew's.

The young dwarf gave a yelp and withdrew from the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between them. Kíli was panting and stared back at his uncle in shock, and Thorin could feel that his nephew's erection was pushing even harder against his stomach.

"Why, Kíli... You came all this way to seduce me and are you going to tell me now that you had not had this planned out before?" The King grinned, despite his erection throbbing painfully, and Kíli buried his face into Thorin's chest to hide his embarrassment.

"Well I can't help it that I'm intrigued by you, can I?" His voice was muffled, but very shortly turned into another moan as Thorin pressed another digit against the opening of his backside.

"Can you reach my coat?" Thorin whispered, and Kíli nodded. "There's a little bottle of oil in there, fetch it."

Kíli scrambled for a while, but finally managed to retrieve the small vial of crystal. He resumed the position of straddling the half-sitting Thorin, and let out a slight gasp as their still strained erections brushed against each other. The prince opened the vial and coated his fingers with the sweetly scented nectar; setting the vial down and closing its lid, Thorin once again reached behind Kíli. His slender nephew tensed up again despite his wanton expression, and Thorin could only ask.

"Don't tell me you are still a virgin."

"With a maiden, no." Kíli pursed his lips and thought it best to admit the truth, "From behind, yes."

Thorin let out a rumbling chuckle, and proceeded to nudged his finger against Kíli's tight opening.

"Not for much longer..."

With his free hand, Thorin reached out to caress Kíli's swelled up length. The distraction worked better than expected as the younger dwarf moan and rasped and thrusted his length into Thorin's touch, whilst Thorin's finger worked its way slowly into the sacred hole that was behind him.

Thorin also felt himself getting harder and harder by every minute, as he watched his nephew sprawling himself above him and constantly rubbing against his own erection. It was such a sinfully beautiful picture. The prince breathed a little harder and reached up to capture Kíli's lips between his own, as he twisted and turned his finger, widening the tight, sweet cavern.

"Ugh, uncle... deeper, oh...- oh...- yes...- Ahhh!"

Kíli suddenly let out a sharp, heart-breaking cry and gripped Thorin's hair as the prince's agile finger grazed over a sweet spot that was buried deep inside in him. Hot, white liquid was spurting out of the tip of his cock, and Kíli was thrusting wildly against Thorin's erection, trying in all desperation to achieve the bliss.

Thorin himself had to grit his teeth in restraint as the friction between them was almost unbearable, and seeing his nephew becoming undone turned Thorin on more than anything else. The prince quickly added another finger into Kíli's widening hole, and rocked his hips against Kíli's, rubbing their expanded shafts together with Kíli's slick pre-cum helping to ease the motion.

"Thorin, I'm coming!" Kíli cried.

Thorin grinned, and removed his fingers from the defiled hole, leaving the younger dwarf to writhe in agony at the lack of contact, when he was just almost - almost on the verge of fulfillment.

"Not yet..."

Thorin whispered, readjusting their postures so he was sitting a little more upright, and let out a hiss as the tip of his rock-hard length brushed against the sweetness that was Kíli's abused entrance.

The younger dwarf let out a gasp.

"Are you ready, Kíli?"

Kíli buried his face into the crook of Thorin's neck and let out a low moan.

"Take me..."

The prince's humming rumbled in his chest as he reached out both hands to part the cheeks of Kíli's backside, then slowly, and carefully, inserted the head of his engorged cock into his nephew's entrance.

Kíli let out a gasp as Thorin's length impaled him even deeper, and Thorin groaned, clenching his eyes shut as the tightness of the hole nearly ripped him off his edge. Finally, after working his way through the tight rings of muscles and he was fully sheathed inside the panting Kíli, he began to rock his hips.

Kíli's incomprehensible moan quickly became screams of pleasure, and Thorin no longer cared of ears that might be listening. He gripped Kíli's hips and drew himself slowly from the teen's hole almost all the way, before slamming back in again, and again, and again. Pleasure was blinding his eyes, and Thorin let out a hoarse groan as he reached out to take Kíli's abandoned length in his hand. The prince rubbed and stroked and pumped the length mercilessly, extracting wild screams from his nephew who was now riding him like a stallion, meeting his every thrust.

Kíli's screams became even more unrestrained as Thorin's length hit that sweet spot deep inside him every time he thrusted in. Finally, after the fifth thrust, Kíli's hands clenched tight within Thorin's hair as he squeezed his eyes shut and let out the most beautifully euphoric cry Thorin had ever heard. Hot, white liquid was pouring out in endless strings from the tip of his swelled up cock, spilling on his chest and abdomen, and Kíli moaned as he slammed his hips repeatedly into Thorin's, riding out his orgasm with his hands still clutching Thorin's hair.

The King was also on his verge when he saw Kíli's disheveled, brown locks, falling all over his face. With a few more thrusts, Thorin let out a guttural groan as his sensations peaked, and released his own seeds into Kíli's tight cavern, filling him with white, hot semen that leaked out of his hole.

They remained in that straddling position for a few moments. Each panting hard with sweat glistening all over their body and euphoria still rushing through their veins. Finally, Kíli collapsed onto Thorin's chest with a sigh, Thorin's length still buried deep in him.

The prince could feel the rise of falls of his nephew's chest, and his fervent, heated skin against his own. Thorin looped his arms around Kíli's waist and let a lazy smile catch his lips as their eyes met. Kíli returned the gesture and brushed a sweaty lock of hair out of Thorin's forehead with his fingertip, before leaning down to kiss him passionately.

"I love you, uncle."

"And I you, Kíli."

Thorin deepened the kiss, and they both lay there together on the solid rock cliff, with nothing but the whispers of the night's wind to bear witness of what had happened.

Nothing, except perhaps a small figure of a certain hobbit, clinging for dear life on a tree above them, not daring to even budge for fear of alerting the beasts below...

...Oh what on earth would he have to report to Fíli and Bofur now?