A/N: This is the final chapter, I hope you've all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Chapter 18
Balin quietly left as Bilbo got Thorin situated in bed, his husband had become completely limp, pliant and snuggly. Bilbo smiled as he slipped under the covers and held Thorin close to his body, Thorin leaned up and pressed a kiss to his mouth. "Bilbo, I…"
"Yes sweetheart?" Bilbo said as he nuzzled behind Thorin's ear.
"I want you to make love to me," Thorin whispered, his face and ears were flushed, "I haven't, um, haven't been with anyone who I trusted enough."
Bilbo softly kissed Thorin's cheek and whispered, "I would be honoured." He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Thorin's lips, Thorin moaned in response and spread his legs open as Bilbo settled between them.
Slowly clothing was removed, and Bilbo started to explore Thorin's body with his mouth and hands. "So beautiful," Bilbo murmured as he pressed his face to Thorin's groin, his tongue slipping out to lick at the prettily flushed cock in front of him. Thorin whined, thrusting his hips into Bilbo's mouth.
Bilbo slicked his fingers with some hair oil he'd grabbed earlier and started to open Thorin up.
"Consume nothing here today, Nolim is using poisoning as a backup plan." Nori had informed them quietly as they entered the Throne Hall. Today was the first of Thrain's public audiences, in which any of the public could come forth with a problem. Today Bilbo was going to de-throne the King.
There were very few people in need of an audience that day so by lunch Thrain was announcing, "Are there any more issues that need to be brought forth?"
Bilbo stepped forward and stated, "I as the spouse of your heir challenge you to a Duel for the right to the Throne." The crowd drew a collective breath.
Thrain looked Bilbo up and down and snorted, "And why, may I ask, is my coward of a son not challenging me himself!?" Thorin hung his head and people began to whisper.
Bilbo smiled calmly, not answering the question, "Do you accept my challenge or will you forfeit your right to the Throne?"
Thrain smirked nastily at the Hobbit and said, "I accept, name your weapon."
The tension had reached breaking point by now, "Sword," Bilbo replied.
Thrain nodded, "Battle Axe." Thrain stepped down to be on equal level with Bilbo, "Shall we begin?"
Balin stepped forward and said, "This is a fight to the death, begin."
Bilbo and Thrain were exchanging blows and Thorin couldn't look away he was so scared and so hopeful at the same time. This could either mean his death and the death of everyone dear to him or the freedom from demons a lifetime old. In the next moment, Bilbo disarmed Thrain and as he reached for his sword he was distracted by Bilbo throwing down his sword, as he looked up there was an almighty bang like a hammer on an anvil and a flash like lightning and then Thrain was dead on the floor with a small hole right between his eyes and Bilbo was holstering his handgun.
AN DEIREADH
DAS ENDA
THE END
Continued in Donnerfaust, Thunderfist.