Dwalin openly appraised Kili, arms crossed. His eyes roved slowly up and down the glistening body as Kili allowed the water to caress him. As if he could feel Fili's gaze, Dwalin turned to him and smirked. Smirked.

Fili faced the older dwarf down, and Dwalin finally looked away first. "He's got less hair than most women I've known," Dwalin dismissed them, climbing out of the water. "But to each his own, I suppose."

Fili didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until the brawny, tattooed fellow had picked up a towel. Then, Fili let it out with a sigh. He'd better reel his brother in a bit, before his antics got back to Thorin.

Kili turned to face his sibling, looking much less like a god and more like Fili's little brother as wonder lit his eyes. "Fili," he smiled as Fili approached. He lifted a hand to carefully touch the blonde tendril at Fili's left temple. "My king," he breathed, dropping slowly to his knees in front of Fili, eyes moving without shame over Fili's face and torso.

Fili was as hard as a rock in seconds and simultaneously extremely self-conscious. "Kili, don't," he whispered, a hand on Kili's shoulder, encouraging him to get up. "I-I-," beneath the water, Kili's hand lighted on his hip. Fili's breath hitched.

"Oh, get over yourself!" Kili suddenly tackled him at the knees and sent them both splashing back into the water.

Fili came up sputtering, muttering epithets.

"Let's wash that mane of yours, brother," Kili suggested, selecting several bottles from the racks at the water's edge. He removed one of the caps. "Balsam…?" He considered. "Aye, that'll do. C'mon," he smiled cajolingly.

So hard to resist, was Kili. Nori and Dori were tut-tutting over one another's braids in another part of the pool, so Kili conceded. "All right then, Kili," he smiled. He sank under the water and allowed it to soak his hair and body.

Fili rose to his feet, drenched.

"So much hair," Kili chastised. "C'mere," he beckoned to Fili. "There's a ledge in the water we can sit on." After Fili sat, Kili positioned himself behind his brother and poured a generous palmful of the balsam shampoo. With hands strong from using the bow, he worked Fili's hair into a rich lather.

"Guh," Fili sighed. "Feels good, brother," he admitted, sinking back into the pleasure. Kili used this as an opportunity to wriggle closer to Fili. He reached around front, handing Fili the bottle of shampoo. "Here, now. Do that facial hair of yours, will you?"

For the next few moments, the brothers worked in silence, enjoying the proximity of one another's bodies. When Kili felt he'd lathered Fili's hair enough, he moved his hands to his brother's shoulders, his back, his waist…nibbling along his brother's neck, he brought his hand around to cup his sex.

Fili grabbed his brother's wrist with surprising speed. "Not here, Kili," he implored softly. "They'll see."

"They've all left, brother," Kili told him. "This bath house is ours and ours alone," he explained. He took Fili's hand and led him to the stream of water gushing from the overhead pipes. "Let's rinse you," he pulled Fili under the spray and used his hands to help get the shampoo out of Fili's thick hair.

"I don't know why you're so ashamed of your body," Kili went on. "And ashamed of what we do with it," he lamented, biting the shell of Fili's ear.

"I'm not like you, Kili," Fili turned to him. "I can't just strut around and show the world what I have. I'm not …you," he confessed.

"You are beautiful, brother," Kili told him, eyes solemnly locked with Fili's grey ones. "So beautiful and you don't even know it," he said sadly.

"Why, Kili?" Fili took his brother's face in both hands. "Why do you parade around like that, letting them leer at you?"

"I like the way I look, Fili. I'm not ashamed of it. I'm proud of how I look, who I am. Who we are," Kili explained, searching his brother's face.

"Dwalin looked ready to devour you whole," Fili breathed. "Nori too. They'd love to have you, Kili!"

"But they shall not, brother," Kili petted his brother's forearms. "They will not have me. I am yours and yours alone," he told him. "Yours, Fili. Yours, my king." He caught Fili's lips in a searing kiss.

Fili wrapped his arms around his brother and deepened the kiss, edging him out of the spray of water and back to the ledge they'd shared. Fili pulled Kili down onto his lap, and their arousals ground together until it was too much to bear.

"Want you, Kili," Fili breathed. "Let me—"

"No, brother," Kili insisted. "Tonight I shall have you." He reached for one of the vials of bath oil next to the ledge, eyes smoldering. "I shall worship you, my king, and you shall understand—no, you shall know with certainty—that you are mine."

Kili eased the blond onto his back on the ledge, pouring oil generously over his own palm. Leaning over, he covered Fili's hip bones with a series of playful nips that turned into markings. "Mine," he murmured.

"Yours, Kili," Fili agreed, hips thrusting up unconsciously to meet Kili's warm mouth.

Kili greedily took his brother's turgid cock into his mouth and laved it with tongue kisses, while his oiled hand moved lower, skirting Fili's balls, fingers coming to rest against the tight pucker below.

They rarely did this. Life on the road with the company left them little privacy, nor were they ever quite as clean as they would have liked to have the action be pleasurable. They often ended up just rubbing together in order to get off. And that sufficed. But now…

"Are you sure you want this, brother?" Fili wondered. He could count on one hand the number of times Kili had actually penetrated him.

"I think I have to," Kili smiled. "So you don't forget that I want you, Fili." Before Fili could protest further, Kili breached him with a finger.

Fili's mouth fell open in a pleasured "o" and he allowed himself to give into Kili's ministrations as a second and third finger were added. Biting his lower lip mischievously, Kili teased his sweet spot again and again, until Fili was a writhing mess of shaking legs and short breath.

"Now, Kili!' Fili begged him. "Fuck me, brother," he gasped, hands clawing uselessly at Kili's shoulders.

"Yes, my king," Kili said softly. He slid effortlessly into the tight heat, covering his brother's only slightly smaller frame with his own. "Love you so much, Fili," Kili's breath ghosted over Fili's lips as he touched his brother's forehead with his own. He began to move within his brother, slowly at first. His thrusts soon increased in intensity.

One hand fisted in Fili's hair, Kili pulled him into a kiss, designed to drive away all doubts from Fili's mind that Kili only had eyes for him. When they finally climaxed together, tears sprang to Fili's eyes. They lay together for a few moments, allowing their breathing to even out.

Not long after, the curtain at the door to the steam room parted and Thorin and Balin strode in. Kili very carefully slipped from his brother, chuckling and nibbling his earlobe as he went.

"Come, Kili," the blonde smiled. "Let's see if you can get my braids done up properly this time." Fili's eyes shown with tenderness. "I love you, brother," he said softly. "I love you like the sun."

"And I you, my king," Kili pulled him towards the stairs and out into the chilly air.

End