And another kink meme prompt : "Fíli is used to the long looks, the lingering touches, the hot whispers against his skin, but nobody has ever bothered to look deeper. Nobody has ever looked at him and saw Fíli. Aka the 5 times it was gold lust and the one time it wasn't."

The five times will be one chapter and the one time will be another, probably longer, chapter. We shall see how it goes.

Enjoy!

1

The first time Thorin had approached him about it, Fíli had been unsure, he was barely an adult by dwarvish standards and it was wrong on so many levels other than just the age issue. However, he understood the reasons for it and if there was one thing that could get him to agree to almost anything besides it being for Kíli, it was doing something for their people. He was a prince of Erebor, born of the Durin line and no matter how far away their kingdom may seem or how difficult it would be to reclaim it, Fíli took his responsibilities as heir to the throne seriously. It is because of that that he eventually agrees, seeing that Thorin takes just as little pleasure in it as him.

What they're about to do has nothing to do with deeper feelings, let alone love. It doesn't even have anything to do with carnal lust. It's simply about to happen because their family has a rather unfortunate history of gold lust and Thorin worries he might be exhibiting the symptoms of the illness himself. Fíli will be his cure, or at least the medicament to keep the illness at bay, what with his golden looks. He's not the only blond dwarf in Ered Luin of course, even though they are rare and his shade of gold is rather particular, it's more because of the fact that while Thorin doesn't have any romantic feelings for him, he trusts his nephew with his life, trusts him with his weakness while to the rest of the world he keeps on pretending to be indestructible. In a way, Fíli is actually honoured.

It's not like he imagined his first ever time to be but he could do much worse. They have to sneak out of the house to do it, Dís wouldn't have approved no matter the amount of reasoning and reassuring that it's consensual and Kíli is still too young and innocent to understand. No, they choose a well secluded spot in the nearby forest for it and as Thorin gently undresses him, Fíli can almost pretend that it's more than it is, the setting under the pale moon is romantic enough. Thorin, for his part, makes sure to go as slowly as Fíli's virgin body needs, petting and reassuring his nephew as fingers prod him with gentleness the man so rarely displays to anyone.

Thorin practically worships his body the first time, opting to reign in his more savage needs until later when Fíli is used to these encounters. Fíli however, doesn't delude himself into thinking that what Thorin is worshiping is actually him; no, he is and always will be a stand in for a heap of shiny gold which is why Thorin pounds into his body with his eyes shut. But in the end it's all worth it, the almost romantic encounters as well as the more brutal ones. It's worth it when he sees the lines around Thorin's eyes smooth out just a little and his step becoming less strained. It's not what Fíli wants but it's what Thorin and related to that, their people need and Fíli promised himself long ago to be the best heir to the throne he could.

Plus, it's definitely not so bad once Kíli matures enough to understand what is happening between his brother and uncle and makes sure to spend as much time with Fíli practically plastered to his side after the trysts to remind his brother that there are still those out there who care for him, even if it is only brotherly love.

2

It's the night before Thorin, Balin and Dwalin head out to meet with the wizard and discuss the possibility of the insane quest to reclaim Erebor that Dwalin approaches him once Kíli had retired to his bed. It's not exactly surprising that the warrior knows about the little service Fíli occasionally provides for his uncle, he's all but appointed himself as the bodyguard of the king and to a certain degree, to Fíli and Kíli as well. It's also not surprising that the prospect of reclaiming Erebor and all of its riches has stirred the feeling so typical of dwarves in the fierce warrior. It's even less surprising that Dwalin wants to rid himself of the feeling because it could interfere with his aforementioned duties as self appointed bodyguard.

What is surprising, however, is the fact that Dwalin's solution to his problem involves approaching Fíli and asking if he could perhaps use the same service as Thorin. Dwalin's not crude about it and Fíli supposes he should be glad that the dwarf is asking his permission which means that in case Fíli says no, Dwalin will simply leave and never speak of the matter again, going right back to being good old Mr. Dwalin to the brothers as if nothing had ever happened. Fíli also realizes that unlike Thorin, Dwalin would only use his help once, not allowing himself to succumb to the call of gold again.

In the end, the young heir of Durin agrees; while not as careful as his uncle had been, Dwalin will at least have the decency to make sure Fíli enjoys the night and they both know that agreeing to it will be beneficial in the end. And so, Fíli finds himself lying naked on top of Dwalin's bed, the sheets tangled around his legs and gripped in his hands as Dwalin makes sure he can't focus on anything other than the sparks flying behind his eyes as thick digits massage the special spot inside while the older dwarf stretches him.

Fíli's on all fours by the time Dwalin enters him and thankfully the act is pleasurable enough that he doesn't think about the reasons why Dwalin keeps nuzzling his mane which shines like pure gold in the light of the candles strewn around the room. The warrior pounds into him with strong thrusts and Fíli knows that he will have a slight limp the next day but it's worth it, he'll remind himself of the fact once Dwalin's newfound focus saves all of their lives sometime during the journey. It takes three orgasms for Dwalin to proclaim himself cured and Fíli is barely conscious by that point, his body still shaking with aftershocks of the longest fuck of his life.

He doesn't remember how he had gotten back to the home he shares with Kíli, nor how he had ended up in his bed; for all he knows, Dwalin carried him over once he had passed out. He doesn't remember snuggling up to his brother either but he appreciates the gentle hum of the younger dwarf as he caresses Fíli's hair gently and kisses his temple, telling Fíli to go back to sleep and reassuring him that Kíli will stay with him until he wakes up.

3

It's a couple of days after they had escaped the Trolls and buried their treasure that Fíli stops lying to himself about the looks Gloin keeps on giving him when his back is turned. Riding on their ponies, sitting by the fire and eating dinner, preparing for his watch, the young Durin feels the gaze that's following him around as if it was a physical touch. The only time he doesn't experience it is when the heavens open up and try to drown them for three days straight and he wears a hood that obscures his hair from view. The moment the skies clear and the hood is taken down, the gaze returns with an even greater intensity.

That very evening when the rest of the company lays down to sleep, Fíli hears the older dwarf approach and beckons him further away from prying ears before a word is exchanged. He's not surprised by Gloin's admission, he's been expecting it for a few days now but it doesn't make him feel any better. Gloin has a wife, a rare feat among the dwarves and there is absolutely no doubt that she is Gloin's one. They even have children, Gimli in particular is a dwarflet Fíli is fairly close to, and it's stark clear that any interest Gloin might have is purely gold lust inspired by the shiny trinkets they found in the cave, nothing more and nothing less.

Deciding that everybody would be better off if Gloin stopped stalking him and focused on the journey instead, allowing Fíli and by extend Kíli to focus themselves, Fíli agrees to let Gloin use him. It's sloppy and hurried, Gloin doesn't know about the special arrangement Fíli has with Thorin and as such fears being found by their king and punished for what he's doing to his nephew and heir. It's because of that that he wants to finish as quickly as possible which means that instead of full on penetration, the event simply consists of Fíli sucking him off.

It's not pleasurable for Fíli at all that way but the need is hardly about giving him pleasure and Gloin doesn't care about him the same way Thorin and Dwalin do so Fíli doesn't complain too much. Gloin can't help himself and runs his fingers through Fíli's thick mane as he fucks his mouth, biting his lip bloody to prevent a loud moan that would wake everybody up. The fire from the camp catches the blond strands occasionally, painting them golden and before long, Gloin is shooting inside Fíli's mouth, onto his face and into his hair.

The prince is mildly irritated by it but swallows his protests, even if he spit the cum out, when he sees the edge of mania leave Gloin's eyes. He renews his cursing once he kneels down at a nearby pond and begins washing his hair and face with a disgusted grimace. Minutes later, his brother finds him and kneels by his side, offering to re-braid his hair as he gently runs his fingers through the tresses. Fíli is grateful for the offer on several levels and relaxes against his brother knowing he's in good care.

4

With Nori, Fíli offered himself. It's not exactly a secret what type of life Nori had led prior to the quest but generally it's ignored in favour of the fact that he did answer his king's call and has proved to be a valuable asset to the company. Unfortunately, the way they travelled also meant that there weren't too many chances for him to practice his craft and the craving to snatch something gold and shiny as they passed through one of the few settlements along their way was becoming stronger than the dwarf.

Sitting in an inn and enjoying the reprieve from travelling with food and drinks, they could all see the twitching of the middle Ri brother's fingers and were preparing themselves to jump in and interfere when Fíli exchanged a look with his brother and uncle, grabbed Nori by his shoulder and led him away from the company and up the stairs to their rooms. Nori protested at first but soon acknowledged the truth and succumbed to the call of gold as Fíli undressed and exposed his body and the thick fur it was covered in.

The room and bed were hardly clean but it was all they could afford and in a way it fit the circumstance. Nori's fingers were even more clever than Fíli had anticipated due to the thievery and the soft moans that left his lips didn't have to be faked as he was stretched. He'd wonder where Nori managed to get the vial of oil from but he was sure he wouldn't have liked the answer so he opted to be thankful for the comfort it would provide instead. By the time his legs were around Nori's torso and the dwarf panting above him from the tight heat of the prince, Fíli knew that he had done the right thing by giving Nori a distraction.

Nori didn't have the lasting power of Dwalin but he had the decency to jerk Fíli off once he reached his own completion and smiled at the debouched prince in thanks before he left the room quietly in search of his own brothers. Kíli entered their room moments later and if Fíli didn't know better, he'd think his brother must have waited behind the door. Opening a window to vent out the smell of sex, Kíli lay moved him to his own bed so that Fíli didn't have to sleep in the soiled sheets and hugged him close, murmuring about how much he cared for Fíli and that everybody appreciated the sacrifices he made for the company.

Idly, Fíli wondered if it wouldn't have been easier to sell his body to dwarves gripped by gold lust instead of going on a suicide mission to defeat a dragon. If this company was anything to go by, Fíli could make a fortune that could rival that of Erebor within a few months. His brother snorted when he told him about the idea and they fell asleep tangled into each other joking about Fíli's choice of occupation.

The next day Fíli realized that one of his braids was a little shorter than before but he had never caught Nori holding the hairs he had undoubtedly taken and decided to pretend he didn't know. If it helped to keep the thief in check, Fíli could live with it, it's not like the hair wouldn't grow back.

5

The way his life had gone, Fíli thought that there wasn't much anymore that could surprise him but fate had a nasty habit of trying to prove him wrong. No matter the insanity of his former life, nothing could have compared to the fact that while they were in Rivendell, Bifur had slept with him on top of the elvish dining table all the while grunting about a golden harp and birds made of jewels in Khuzdul. When asked by his brother later on, Fíli blamed the whole event on the surprisingly potent elvish wine because he sure as hell didn't have a logical explanation for it.

One moment the band was making crude jokes about the race currently housing them with Bifur roasting lettuce above the fire from a former chair and the next everybody had scattered to the rooms given to them by their hosts except Fíli and Bifur, both drunk and chattering about things that made no sense, not that Bifur's murmuring ever made much sense. One thing led to another and before Fíli realized what was happening, he was lying naked on the table with Bifur kissing him and tugging on his chest hair.

The peculiar lighting in Rivendell made his locks look like liquid gold and for a while, Fíli wondered if Bifur actually mistook his hair for real gold, he wouldn't put it past the dwarf. However if he did, Fíli wouldn't touch anything golden or precious that had gone through Bifur's fingers ever again because there are things you simply don't do to stuff you want to gift or sell to others. Not that Fíli minded all that much when Bifur did said things to him. It was easy to turn a deaf ear to the insane murmurings as Bifur nuzzled his hair and helped by the wine, Fíli managed to persuade himself that the whispers were actually ones of care and love. Bifur apparently didn't give two orc shits what Fíli pretend to hear, too trapped in his own world as he kept on saying the weirdest endearments.

The next day, everybody pretended that they had no idea about what had transpired and Bifur didn't act out of the normal for him, not that there was anything he could do that wouldn't be considered normal for him. Kíli kept having giggling fits anytime Bifur made a remark about gold because he had managed to pry some details from his brother but other than that, the company was as casual as they could be while spending time in the home of elves.

However, ever since that day, there was a pair of eyes that didn't belong to Gloin that would occasionally trace the blond prince, even if this time, Fíli didn't realize it.