Here is what i believe to be the last installment of this. Enjoy. Not exactly what i was trying for but the boys would not listen to me so this is what came out. Dwarves, too darn stubborn for their own good.

Fili & Kili

It had been six months since the attack, six months since he had been brutally violated. His attacker was dead, ordered to death by his uncle before the people of Ered Luin, his involvement was not known. The crime of rape was punishable by death as per their laws without dragging the victim through the proceedings. In that time Kili had remained by Fili's side, through the nightmares and the entirely involuntary flinches, the healing of his heavily bruised cracked ribs that needed careful tending for weeks, and the reaction of their mother when she found out. Dis had been gone to a nearby village for trading and when she returned to find her oldest son bruised and battered she had been crushed. The look on her face and in her eyes as Thorin told her what happened was something Fili would never forget. He had willingly let his mother wrap him in her arms and cried with her. Fili also chose to not think too hard on the look in his uncle's eyes; that was something he did not want to acknowledge at the moment.

Kili, his one, his love…was so patient with him and yet Fili feared that his brother felt differently about him now, sure they had been intimate since, but not as before, there was nothing more than hands. So used to small touches and fierce passion Fili felt bereft. And now, six months later Fili was afraid that Kili did not want him, and that thought broke his heart. So when he could take it no longer Fili cornered his brother in their home one night.

"Why will you not touch me any more?" Kili was in the middle of removing his boots after returning from the forges; where Fili still refused to go; and stopped mid pull of his second boot giving Fili a wide eyed look.

"What?" The boot completely unlaced slid from his foot and thumped onto the floor where it was forgotten. Fili shifted his resolve wavering, what if Kili truly thought him dirty and that was why they never went beyond hands in the dark now.

"You do not touch me any more. You let me touch you, but you stopped touching me a few days after the attack. Is it…am I…do you think me dirty? Have you stopped loving me and would rather leave our bed and have your own home?" A strangled noise came from the dark haired dwarf and he was there in front of Fili before the blonde had even registered the movement and it took everything he had to not flinch.

"You. Are. Not. Dirty." Kili paused between each word, driving them out with force. "I would never think that of you, and I most certainly do not want to leave our bed or our home. I will never stop loving you, even if you were to turn me away, I would never stop."

"Then why do you not touch me anymore." Fili watched as Kili seemed to sag.

"I do not want to frighten you Fili, I know the nightmares have lessened but I see you flinch when some one moves too fast or brushes against you. I do not want to hurt you; I would rather die than hurt you." Fili made a frustrated sound.

"I know that you would not hurt me deliberately! I flinch because I can not control it and those people are usually outside our family. I am not frightened of you Kili, I am frightened that you will never touch me again and I am going to snap. No I am not completely over what happened, that will take time, but I have wanted you to touch me and to take me for a couple of months now. You are not him I know that, I know the difference, please, all I want is for you to touch me like you used too." Fili could not contain the shudder when Kili's hands finally touched him, grasped his face and stroked his jaw with soft fingers before sliding down his neck and brushed his collar bone.

"I am sorry Fili; I have wanted nothing more than to touch you, my hands itch with wanting you. I was only trying to give you time, I did not want to push you for anything." Fili slumped against his brother and smacked his hip earning a startled yelp.

"We failed to communicate…that stops now. I want you to take me Kili, right now, in our bed. I need to know that you still want to touch my body." Fili groaned into the fierce kiss that Kili initiated with such force that his toes curled at the spark of need shooting through his body. Without hesitation he let Kili walk him backwards into their room pausing at random points to unfasten and shed clothing. When the younger dwarf pushed him back onto their bed Fili was bare and Kili's only remaining clothing was his breeches which were easily removed.

Neither could contain the moan of their bodies pressing together for the first time in months. Kili began as Fili's neck and worked down his body kissing and nipping lightly; he stopped to pay special attention to each pebbled nipple and then slid farther down drawing his tongue over ribs and rolling the skin of Fili's navel in his teeth. Through all this he would pause and make sure that Fili was not panicking, and his confidence grew when Fili arched his hips and his hardened length bobbed, oh yes he was enjoying this.

Trying to convey his desire to touch his brother, Kili let his hands roam as he ghosted his breath up Fili's length before taking the head into his mouth and gave it a few light sucks. Fili moaned and dug his hands into Kili's hair tugging sharply just as he knew Kili liked, he was rewarded with a harder suck and one hand cupped the heavy sacks between his thighs and rolled. Fili keened low in his throat and bucked his hips groaning when he slid farther into the brunette's warm mouth. He smelled when their bottle of oil was opened, the soothing scent of mountain pines and mint wafted to his nose.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." Kili murmured before he slid an oil slicked finger into his entrance, Fili's only response was a harder tug to his hair and Kili chuckled as he added a second finger, he bit dark love bites on the inside of Fili's thighs as he twisted his fingers to find the bundle of nerves enjoying the hoarse shout when he found it.

"Kili please! I have waited months, do not tease me!" Fili desperately rolled his hips and tugged Kili up to catch him in a searing kiss. He whined when the fingers slid out leaving him feeling empty but soon Kili was sliding in and he felt full and complete for the first time in months. He did not wait for Kili to finish and rocked his hips up loving the high pitched noise that fell from his brother's mouth. This move undid the younger dwarf and soon they were rocking together hard, mouths connecting, breaking, and then re-connecting in kisses that were more teeth than lips. They found their completion together as was usual then slumped against the bed panting.

"Fili, are you alright?" Kili leaned up on his elbows and looked down at the blonde, hair fanned out over the bed, sweaty and flushed and looking thoroughly pleased.

"I am more than alright Kili, I feel better than I have in months. Please, do not coddle me any more. If I do not want you to do something I will tell you, I can not handle you pulling away from me again." Kili nodded as he pulled from Fili's body then rolled and pulled him close pressing a kiss to sweaty cheeks.

"I apologize for that, I will do my very best to remind you every day how much you mean to me and how much I love you and will always want you. You are my one, always and forever."

Thorin & Dwalin

Thorin had not dreamed for months, and Dwalin learned just how violent those dreams could be. He had woken to Thorin thrashing about on the bed pleading against someone that was only in his mind. Without thinking Dwalin had reached out to touch the thrashing dwarf and received a blow to the face for his efforts. Working through the searing pain and was he figured was a split eyebrow the dwarf warrior tried again and this time managed to wake his friend. Thorin sat up with a ragged cry, his long dark hair flying around and obscuring his face as he tried to pull from the dream completely.

Dwalin had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched Thorin shake and clench the bed sheets at his hips. The dwarf prince had tensed and wrenched away during in an intimate moment earlier in the evening and now from the words he had been muttering in Khuzdul in his sleep, a few things clicked together for Dwalin.

"He did not touch you just once…" His statement hit home and Thorin's body tensed before he gave a short shake of his head.

"How long?" He sat up and gingerly touched at his eyebrow, yep it was definitely split if the blood on his finger tips was any indication. Ah well, he could worry about that later.

"From the time he started to touch me till he died when Smaug invaded, ten years." Dwalin choked and fisted the sheets. Ten years the prince had suffered! If he could go back and strangle the adviser that had dared to touch the prince, but he could not change the past, he could only help Thorin change the present.

"You were a child, you should have told some one. I know you are bloody prince but your father and grandfather would have defended you." Thorin turned and looked down when he noticed Dwalin's face.

"Sorry about that, I will get a cloth." Dwalin snorted and pulled Thorin across the bed and against his bare chest, laying down he tucked Thorin into him. He knew the lack of response meant that Thorin was not going to talk about the abuse, and he knew better than to push it.

"Forget the cloth, go back to sleep. My face will still be there in the morning, you can clean it then." Dwalin laughed when Thorin muttered something crude in Khuzdul.

"Aye, we can do that too if you would like."

According to the appendix in 'Return Of The King' Thorin is only 24 when Erebor was attacked by Smaug...so you can do the math yourselves, I couldn't bring myself to type it out. Please review!