bilbo sighed, leaning on the piles of blankets smaug kept for him. It had been only a month since he had agreed to smaugs deal. He rubs his belly and closes his eyes, remembering.

"then I shall kill them all, little thief." "no!" he cried, running at the dragon. He knew he couldn't do anything but it helped to try. "please! Don't! You can eat me, whatever you want! Stop!" he was thinking of the two brothers, kili round with a baby and fili smiling and clapping, celebrating the heir. Even thorin had smiled at the news. Of thorin with (surprisingly) his elven love, awaiting him to return so he could marry her.

bilbo smiled, remembering how at first he was jealous of the lady, who looked uglier than any elven man, or drawfen women. He never could remember her name, something hard on the tongue, unlike other elvish names. Chuckling he feels one of the babies move.

"anything?" the dragon had stopped, and that's all that mattered to bilbo. "anything!" he said, almost slipping on the gold as he walked towards the fearsome creature. "are you farmliar with your legend, barrel rider?" asked smaug, voice booming in the halls. "o-of course! I read them when I was young, they have not faded much." he said, a little curious as to what the drake was implying. Maybe he had wanted a story from bilbo. "hobbits I am not too farmilar with but the others of my kind were, they were able to tell me, though I had no body, smell, or taste to put these story in. Your people used to live among drakes if I remember correctly. Our bodies warmed your houses when we slept by them and our young were raised, if not birthed, by you. I fear I am the last, and times have changed, the last word I got was the we weren't welcome and would be hunted down, that was when I took this mountain."

bilbo smiled at the memory. He had been very, very surprised at the emotion in the dragons words. He had no known them to be true, but now, as he lay here he knew that smaug had told truth a month ago. At first it was all for the sake of the people of thorin and co. But after awhile he began to enjoy smaug, he was never cruel, though he was possessive and grumpy at times. bilbo had learnt to enjoy the heat of his body and on special occasions he would shrink down to the size of a small man and just hold him. So many memory fled to him at once. He had opened up the gates and now he could do nothing but let the memory's play out.

"SSH..It wont be bad, I will not hurt you, little thei-" "-but you're too big! Ill be ripped and ill die! I do not enjoy pain! I wont do it if you hurt me, you should know better than-" smaug growled, the noise echoing though out the mountain, causing rocks to fall and coins to fall. "listen." he says, shrinking down to a man with bright hazel eyes, and a nice build. His hair was golden, though when it hit the light it flashed red. His skin was flawless except for a angry red scar under his left arm, by his ribs. It was clear the spot was painful, as he moved and made sure it was never touched. "better?" he asked, pulling him into his arms. Even though he was still taller he very much enjoyed being held. "well, y-yes."a deep kiss interrupted his thoughts, even though it was soft it was filled with hot fire, burning though his body. Pulling away bilbo gasps, almost falling onto the floor. "SSH, little thief...you Will be fine. You're mine now...ill Take good good care of you." and with that he was carried to a corner covered in blankets, and laid down for the first time.

"gnash! s-smaug!" the thrust kept coming, even though he swore he was on fire. "SSH, this is normal, it will get better." he had answered as he just thrusted harder. All at once it seemed like the fire was amplified. bilbo arched, crying out and squirming, not from pain, but from the deep pleasure that coursed through his veins like the fire. bilbo moaned as smaug chuckled, breathing in his ear "right there?" he asked, thrusting hard in that spot again, smiling at Bilbo's whimpers. "you like that my hobbit~?" everything became blurry and everything he felt was twice fold. It only took a few more minutes and bilbo had cried out, releasing on the furrs and pillows, while smaug had griped his hips, getting in deeper and holding him there so that not one drop spilt, pulling out both were spent as they passed out, smaug returning to his normal size and curling around bilbo, who didn't know it but was going to be a mama.

"little thief?" smaug asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. "yes?" he asked, smiling at the golden haired man with hazel eyes. "are you ready to sleep? I hear that that one dwarf, what was his name, kili, fili? Which ever was due tomorrow, if you wish to go and see." bilbo nodded, looking at the chambers where the dwarfs stayed. Even though smaug got half of the mountain both party were mad that they did not get all, but after telling thorin it was that or death of the dwarfen race, and telling smaug he would let his race die out too they agreed. "I'd enjoy that." he smiles, being carried towards the mountain of pillows that smaug had arranged for bilbo.