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After an incredibly long, tiresome, and complicated journey, his part in the company of dwarves stealing back into their homeland had finally come! Bilbo held his breath. He still couldn't believe the dwarves had actually managed to convince him to go through the hidden door and into the lost city of Erebor. If he were truly honest with himself, he felt just as lost as the city itself... if only in thought. He was past thinking of his nice, warm hearth and his cozy bed, of the savory food of the shire, the smooth half-pints of beer and mead served at the Green Dragon Inn, and the heady pipe-weed he had once been accustomed to smoking as he overlooked the beautiful, green hills of the Shire from the bench situated by his front door. No, his thoughts lay completely on the dragon: the instinctive, nagging fear of the beast, the untold number of ways it might dispose of him should he be discovered. Would it swallow him whole? Or did firedrakes like to play with their food before ripping it to shreds?
Balin was jabbering on and on about the Arkenstone as he led the hobbit through the narrow halls of Erebor to the treasure room and Bilbo finally honed his attention on what the elder dwarf was saying.
"And if there is, in fact, a -um... live dragon down there..." Balin was saying and the pause as he tried to sum up the most useful advice to give the halfling seemed to last a suffocating eternity before finally the aged dwarf continued most unhelpfully with, "don't waken it."
Bilbo swallowed heavily, not knowing how to reply to such an obvious piece of advice. He simply squared his shoulders in a futile attempt to muster up more courage than he currently felt and walked in the opposite direction of Balin and, no doubt, towards the terror he had been warned about over and over again for the past eighteen months. The pressure of his quest was immense and he was feeling the weight of it now more than ever before. Truly, none of the dwarves had anywhere near the responsibility he did. One mistake could lead to the death of everyone still living in the East.
Bilbo found himself at the top of a massive staircase, looking down at mountains of gold and jewels. The sight was breathtaking. No one had been down here for at least sixty years. Well, no one but the dragon. The hobbit slowly made his way down the flight of stairs and started looking for the large, white gem that Balin had described. The only problem was that there were plenty of large, white gems... Quartz, diamonds, opals and many other gems he was unfamiliar with littered the piles of gold strewn across the vast halls of Erebor. Bilbo sighed and picked up a goblet, looking at it for a small but much-needed break from the white gems he'd been examining. He had already been down there for hours, losing track of time with no sky to orient him. The removal of the ornate cup caused an unfortunate avalanche of gold coins. That was to be expected, actually, now that Bilbo thought about it. It wasn't the wisest decision to grab from the bottom of a pile.
As coins cascaded down a pile of gold that he estimated to be roughly the same size as his own Bagend, he saw dark red scales and suddenly he was holding his breath to keep from losing it altogether. He saw movement far to his right and realized that the tail of the massive beast was moving. Once again he sucked in more breath, hiding behind a nearby pillar and quickly slipping on his precious ring. For once, the gift of invisibility did not make him much safer. How well could dragons smell? Did rings of invisibility even work on dragons or were they above the magic of men and elves? Slowly,- one scaly eyelid raised but the dragon saw nothing. He stretched with a long, loud yawn that rattled some of the coins before sundering off out of sight and shrinking down to the size of a man. Skin replaced the scales. Wings, horns, and tail vanished, and he wandered about looking for the intruder that had disturbed his slumber.
Bilbo caught sight of the man and thought it was a little odd that a human was wandering down here, but he supposed that men from Laketown got curious as well. And with the stir that the dwarves had caused in such a provincial town, it wasn't entirely surprising that a human would rush through the main entrance of the mountain to get his share of the riches while he still had an opportunity to do so. He slowly took off the ring and ran after the man, tackling him down to the ground. He put his hand over the man's mouth to keep him from yelping in surprise.
"Are you out of your bloody mind?!" Bilbo exclaimed in a harsh whisper. The man stared at him curiously, not as shocked as someone who had just been tackled in a dragon's lair should be. "The dragon's awake and you think it's a good idea to just wander about Erebor with no clothes?"
Then he realized what was wrong with the situation. If this man was truly from Laketown, he'd have some clothing on. Unless he was a mad man or a drunk. Something flashed oddly in the nude man's eyes and it left Bilbo feeling terribly unsettled. Something inside him screamed insistently at him to make a run for it. He pushed himself off of the man and bolted, stumbling among the gold with an urgency he didn't fully understand.
The man sat a moment, watching the hobbit fumble away before reverting back to his other form, moving effortlessly after the small creature that caught his curiosity. Bilbo had looked back in time to see the man transform into the horrible beast he had been warned about. The dragon easily caught the halfling and pinned him down with one large claw, careful not to injure the small being but making sure that there was no chance for escape. A small squeak of fear erupted from Bilbo and his heart started beating rapidly, pounding against his ribs with such a force he thought they might crack.
"Oh, god! You're the dragon!" Bilbo choked out in realization. "You're Smaug!" He saw the dragon smirk, moving his immense head closer to the hobbit. Bilbo expected the dragon's breath to smell terrible but he found himself slightly surprised that it smelled... pleasant. It smelled like a flowering meadow with just a touch of mint, it smelled like the Shire. If he closed his eyes, he could picture the rolling hills, the seemingly endless fields of crops. He felt a moment of tranquility before his mind pulled him back to his current predicament. His fear returned and he looked around frantically, trying to figure out how to once again escape from the dragon's clutches.
"You're not a very subtle thief, are you?" Smaug asked with amusement in his deep baritone voice. He left his mouth open just a bit, displaying row upon row of razor sharp teeth to further instill fear in his captive. Bilbo felt a shiver run down his spine. Every hair on his body was standing on end, his throat was dry, and it took more control than he had to keep his body from shaking. "It's obvious that you know my name, however I don't know yours..."
"B-Bi-Bilbo... Bilbo Baggins..." The hobbit introduced nervously. He figured that he should oblige the dragon in hopes that he would live a little while longer. But then the thought that the dragon simply wanted to know his name so he knew what to call his meal came to mind. He needed to keep the dragon distracted from eating him. "You're able to shift forms?"
"Yes, I have the ability to turn human. It allows me to avoid being hunted if the need to avoid such a situation arises." Smaug explained, shifting his weight to discourage Bilbo from trying anything. "So, Bilbo, why exactly are you invading my home?"
Bilbo swallowed thickly. "I... Um..." But before he could finish the dragon was interrupting as he sniffed him.
"You reek of dwarf! So you must be in league with Thorin Oakenshield. He must have sent you down here to retrieve the Arkenstone, yes? Too cowardly to get it himself."
"Thorn Oakfield? No, I don't know anyone by that name." he bluffed, swallowing heavily. The dragon looked at the halfling skeptically, clearly not believing a word Bilbo said.
"You're a bit too short to be a dwarf. And you have a different, underlying smell about you." The firedrake muttered in observation. "What are you, exactly?"
"I'm a... a hobbit..." Bilbo managed through the dizziness of his fear. His bluff was called and he couldn't imagine the punishment he would receive for his innocent insolence would be anything good. Maybe this frightful calamity would torture him for his idiotic audacity.
"Oh, yes. I've heard of hobbits, I didn't imagine I'd ever be smelling one this far East though." Smaug muttered, face only inching ever closer to the hobbit. "And where do hobbits hail from, Mr. Baggins?"
"I-I come from under the hill..." he squeaked, a lump in his throat turning his voice into a harsh whisper. He wasn't about to sell out his neighbors if Smaug ate him and decided that hobbits were his new favorite snack.
"Underhill?" Smaug asked curiously.
"Y-Yes, and under hills and over hills I have come to gaze upon your magnificence, oh, Smaug, the calamity..." Smaug snorted a snicker, chest puffing out like a threat rather than a display of pleasure at the praise. Small cracks of fire-like gold appeared on through the burgundy scales and Bilbo thought this might be the end of him.
"Don't think for an instant that flattery will prolong your life." he growled and Bilbo once again tried to swallow his fear but he was still shaking pathetically. Something in Smaug changed when he saw the fear that flooded those dark blue eyes. He swallowed down the molten fire he had been about to spit and his demeanor returned to a slightly less threatening one. "Instead of attempting to halfheartedly lie about how great I am, tell me about yourself, Bilbo Baggins."
"I am he who walks unseen..." Bilbo managed and again Smaug guffawed. Bilbo felt slight irritation at the fact that Smaug obviously didn't believe that sentence either, though he hadn't exactly done a great job of showing how sneaky he could be. "I ride barrels..."
"Barrels?" Smaug asked with interest, face inching closer to his giant claw to better hear the anxious halfling. "How does one become a barrel-rider?"
Bilbo told his tale of his adventures in Mirkwood and Smaug listened contently, occasionally asking to hobbit to clarify a detail, but mostly showing awe and perhaps a little envy at the halfling's ability to go on such an adventure. Before long, Bilbo had told the dragon many of his adventures on his quest for the Arkenstone and Smaug found each story to be a sort of freedom from the confines of the lonely mountain, which had over the past sixty years, succeeded in making him feel very lonely. It wasn't common for a dragon to seek companionship, but he had been undisturbed since taking residency in the dark depths of Erebor, living off of the dwarves food stores.
Silence filled the halls of Erebor. For Smaug it was a comfortable silence that allowed him to process the many tales of Bilbo's adventures. For Bilbo, it was a tense silence that he used as a way to figure out more stories to tell the mountain of scales in hopes that it would prolong his life. Smaug glanced at Bilbo and the hobbit tensed up. "Stay a while longer, Barrel-Rider, and I will release you that you may tell your stories more comfortably."
Bilbo thought for a moment and nodded, finding the offer strange but willing to give such an odd bargain a try. The dragon released Bilbo from his grip and once again transformed into his human form to sit next the hobbit. Bilbo moved slowly into a more comfortable position, taking a deep breath to try and relax. He glanced at the dragon and quickly looked away, pink tinting his cheeks.
"Could you... put on some clothes?" he asked, making the dragon smirk at his shyness.
"I suppose there are probably clothes around here somewhere." Smaug mused, running his fingers through his dark curls as he thought. "Something tells me that they'd be a little short on me though..." They would be meant for dwarves and he was much taller than dwarves, even in his human form.
Bilbo chuckled a little bit, nervously taking off his jacket and offering it to the dragon. Smaug smiled a little and took the jacket slowly, setting it on his lap so that Bilbo would feel more comfortable looking at him. The halfling finally examined the transformation of the dragon closer. He had quite a handsome face with sharp cheekbones and his eyes seemed to have all sorts of colors flickering in them. Slowly the hobbit relaxed and he and the dragon continued to talk for some time, not just about Bilbo's adventures, because he had offered all the excitement he had experienced to the conversation already. Instead, he chose to talk about some mundane things, things that the dragon probably wasn't aware of, or had never stopped to consider.
Bilbo told Smaug some of his favorite recipes, the best way to grow tomatoes, and of his mother and father who had left him his estate. He talked of his nasty, greedy cousin who always tried to make off with the silverware every time she visited. He spoke of how Baggins had lived in his hobbit hole for generations, that they watched the tree his ancestor had planted on the top of the hill over his home grow proudly and announce that this was the stately home of the Baggins. And Smaug listened with the same interest he had shown towards Bilbo's adventures as he did with the perfectly mundane details of Bilbo's life before the dwarves abruptly shattered the frail normality of his former years.
He had just been telling Smaug about what he had planned to plant in his garden before he had left when without warning Smaug moved over the hobbit, pinning him to the gold beneath him. Bilbo let out a small noise of surprise and stared up at the man with terror. His coat fell onto the hobbit's lap but he was far too distracted by the possible threat to his life to notice.
"Sm-Smaug..? Did I... say something wrong?"
The man did not reply, instead his face inching closer to Bilbo's. The hobbit held his breath, afraid of what was going to happen next. Would he shift forms, deciding he had heard enough of the outside world to last him a lifetime, and eat him? Were his human teeth as sharp as his dragon fangs? Smaug hadn't said much since he'd started talking so he couldn't be sure. Maybe he wouldn't need to shift forms to rip out this throat and end his life. He was pulled from the terrifying topic of his imagination by the deep, velvet voice of Smaug.
"Would you... kindly tilt your neck for a moment?" Smaug asked, eyes hooded and pupils blown wide. Bilbo had a chance to see his teeth now that he was so close and they looked normal. It didn't provide him with a lot of hope, but he felt a little braver now.
Bilbo thought it was a bizarre request but he couldn't bring himself to find out what would happen if he refused. Slowly, he tilted his head to the side as asked, swallowing thickly as he tried to determine what the firedrake was seeking from this. He mind came to an abrupt halt when he felt a tongue on his neck, body stiffening again. Smaug pulled back and returned to the spot where he had been sitting, face beginning to flush.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." The man's face was as bright as a red tomato, similar to Bilbo's. Bilbo slowly sat up, shifting uncomfortably. He swallowed again, clearing his throat because it felt like his stomach had leapt up and settled against his vocal cords. His mouth felt wet but his throat felt like it had suffered a drought.
"Dragon instinct?" the hobbit suggested, looking down at his feet to keep from making any form of eye-contact with Smaug. The dragon shook his head, biting his lip. He was ashamed that he had interrupted Bilbo's liberating stories, and that he had taken advantage of the halfling in such a way.
"No... My dragon instincts are vicious... If it had been my instincts, you would be bleeding out from the neck, I imagine..." Bilbo swallowed hard, mouth going dry with his throat. If that was the case, he was very lucky to have avoided that fate. It did make him question why Smaug had licked him though. It made him question a lot of things really, like how he had avoided such a death.
They sat there next to each other uncomfortably in silence for a long time before Bilbo finally stood, taking his coat off his lap and putting it back on. He buttoned what buttons were left and brushed some dust off of it.
"Um... I should go..." Bilbo mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Smaug looked at the hobbit with a look that Bilbo recognized as some form of longing mixed with remorse, but then he looked away. The hobbit went back to gazing down at the ground with the same awkwardness from earlier that seemed to be a normal thing for him... at least it was while he was around the dragon. He started a path, walking down the mountains of gold in the direction he had originally entered from.
"Wait..." Smaug called out, reaching for the hobbit even though he was a lot more than an arm's length away. Bilbo paused, slowly turning to look at the dragon who shifted as if he was suddenly uncomfortable with the hobbit's gaze set on him. He took in a breath and released it. He had the halfling's attention, now to keep it so he could be with him just a little longer. Why did he want Bilbo to stay? He wasn't sure but it felt as if his life would become empty with out Mr. Baggins filling the void in his heart he wasn't aware he had. "You were looking for the Arkenstone, yes?" Bilbo nodded silently. Smaug stood, walked over to him, and moved to take Bilbo's hand.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Bilbo asked, voice a little higher than he expected. The dragon stared at him seriously.
"Thorin Oakenshield is a dwarf. Dwarves are greedy. More so than dragons, if I say so myself. If you return without the stone... I have little faith it will end well for you."
"Thorin wouldn't hurt me." Bilbo protested, being dragged by the hand in the opposite direction than the way he was heading before Smaug had stopped him.
"Mr. Baggins, I'm offering you the Arkenstone." Bilbo's thoughts stopped completely at the unexpected offer and he looked at the dragon curiously.
"In exchange for what, exactly?" Bilbo asked carefully. He wasn't going into this bargain half blind. Smaug shrugged, looking away with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"I didn't really think that far..." Smaug admitted, cheeks flushed. "Can't it just be a gift?"
"I thought you said that dragons are greedy." Bilbo retorted with just a hint of amusement, trying to understand why the dragon was offering him the item he had sought.
"We are. Consider it an exception. Everyone has exceptions, right?" Bilbo nodded slowly. Smaug guided Bilbo around the mountains of gold until they came across a large, white gem that was unmistakably unlike the rest. It was the Arkenstone. Smaug picked it up and offered it to the hobbit, hoping that their fingers would brush when the hobbit took it. He wasn't sure why he sought such a connection but he didn't question it.
"I hope this cursed stone doesn't get you into too much trouble." the dragon muttered with hidden fondness in his voice. Even though it was obvious that the hobbit was terrified of him, it had been nice to be talked to as an equal, instead of one of the great horrors of Middle Earth. The company the halfling had given him over the last couple hours was something he had never experienced before. He found it to be more valuable than all of the gold that surrounded them. Bilbo was perhaps the closest thing to a friend he had ever had.
"Thank you, Smaug." Bilbo murmured softly, taking the stone and shaking the dragon's hand. He turned and started walking back to where he came in. Something in him made him pause after several yards or so, turning back to look at the man he was about to leave behind. Honestly, the companionship that Smaug had given him was refreshing in comparison to how the dwarves behaved. To have someone that listened to him even when his life didn't depend on it, it was something he hadn't had in a long time. Leaving like this... it felt wrong.
Smaug had been staring at his retreating figure and it was obvious by how hard he tried to hide it. Bilbo smiled and Smaug returned the smile, shifting awkwardly. All at once, Bilbo threw the Arkenstone on the ground and rushed back over to Smaug. He sprung up off the gold strewn floor and wrapped his arms and legs around the taller man, kissing him passionately.
Smaug had not expected that, nearly stumbling back. He found, though, that he liked the sensation of lips crashing against his own with the same sort of passion the hobbit showed in every aspect of his life. He smiled against Bilbo's lips, kissing back without hesitation. He cupped the hobbit's arse to keep him from sliding off of him as he slowly moved to sit down on the gold. He paused, pulling away ever so slightly, and looking at the halfling with a dorky grin.
"You certainly are full of surprises, Bilbo, but what about the dwarves? Won't they be wondering where you are?" the man inquired, resting his hands on Bilbo's hips.
"I've already been down here for a few hours, I don't imagine they'll be too suspicious if I stay a little longer... After all, it is a lot of gold... And there are many large white gems..." Bilbo said with a small smile.
"I don't mean to sound like I'm not grateful for this, but why are you staying longer?" Smaug asked, feeling like he needed some sort of explanation to the hobbit's change in behavior. Bilbo shrugged, leaning back in to kiss Smaug tenderly.
"I don't know..." he admitted against the dragon's lips. "It just feels right..." he answered, not sure how else to explain it. His actions today surprised him as much as they surprised the firedrake, and yet everything felt so natural. Smaug didn't need much more of an answer. He was satisfied with the one he got. He pressed his lips to Bilbo's in a kiss more passionate than the ones they had already shared, wrapping his arms around the smaller man and holding him close. Bilbo sighed happily into the kiss. This was the warmest he had felt since he left his hobbit hole in the Shire. And honestly, he couldn't remember feeling like this in his entire life. He felt... happy.
Suddenly, the dragon's hands were fumbling with the hobbit's clothes, unfastening what remained of his buttons and pulling off the coat he was wearing. Bilbo grinned, helping Smaug get rid of his dirt-stained shirt. The brunette stared at the halfling's chest with intrigue, his fingertips tracing all of the little scars on his torso from scrapes and cuts he had received on his journey.
Bilbo watched Smaug's fingers, glancing at the man's eyes and smiling gently. It was like he was trying to read the story of each healed wound. Then the dragon's eyes focused on something else. He leaned in, face inches way from Bilbo's chest and his tongue flickered over his nipple. Bilbo's head tilted back on instinct and he let out a little hum, rather enjoying the strange but pleasant sensation.
He decided it was his turn to pin down Smaug, and he did so with a smirk. Smaug let out a yelp of surprise and looked up at Bilbo with a similar smirk. Bilbo kissed him hungrily, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip. His actions elicited a moan from the dragon which Bilbo liked the sound of very much.
Smaug's hands explored more of the hobbit's body, coming to rest on the small of his back. His fingertips teased the waistband of the adventurer's trousers, slipping under the fabric cautiously as if he was silently asking for permission. Bilbo smiled against Smaug's lips and helped the dragon remove the remainder of his clothing. Soon enough, he was naked and on Smaug's lap.
"Bilbo?" Smaug murmured uncertainly, looking away from the hobbit's stormy blue eyes.
"Yes, Smaug?" Bilbo answered, kissing along the brunette's jawline.
"Would you... would you like to take me?" Smaug asked nervously, blushing brightly. Bilbo smiled softly, cupping those sharp cheekbones to look into Smaug's ever-changing eyes.
"I would like that very much." he whispered, kissing Smaug gently. He broke the kiss to get off the man's lap, rubbing his thigh in encouragement. Smaug moved onto his knees, looking back over his shoulder at the hobbit anxiously. Bilbo found his breath gone at the sight. The firedrake looked absolutely gorgeous like this. His cheeks light pink and he was breathless from their kisses with swollen lips. He rested his hands on either side of Smaug's hips to help him relax and knelt in front of the perfectly shaped cheeks in front of him. He parted the cheeks slowly and pressed his face between them, licking over the puckered hole.
Smaug hadn't been expecting that and let out a small, surprised sound. He definitely liked it, though. He leaned into the tongue, closing his eyes as soft moans slipped past his lips. The sounds encouraged Bilbo and he found himself licking over the hole more enthusiastically. He pressed his tongue against the tight ring of muscle until it finally gave way and allowed him to slide his tongue inside the dragon who seemed to be melting under the actions.
Bilbo wrapped one hand around Smaug's member which was now hard and throbbing with the need for release. His mouth fell open as one of Bilbo's fingers found its way inside him. He closed his eyes, leaning back on the digit despite a small but pleasant string. It felt so good. And suddenly the finger hooked inside him and hit something inside him. That felt incredible. Smaug moaned an encouragement, rolling his hips back and forth on the finger, chasing after the pleasure he had not imagined existed.
The hobbit added a second finger inside the dragon and watched him shudder slightly. This was a side of Smaug Bilbo never thought existed, and Smaug seemed just as surprised by it as he was. Slowly, he spread his fingers, stretching the dragon. The man was moaning as quietly as he could manage, keeping in mind the echo of Erebor's halls. The hobbit added one more finger before Smaug started begging for him to stop teasing and take him. Bilbo smiled at the dragon's request and withdrew his fingers slowly.
"Pl-please, Bilbo..." Smaug begged, looking over his shoulder with pleading eyes. He wasn't sure how much more teasing he could endure before he went insane. His cock was throbbing with need and his entrance was eager for more than just fingers.
Bilbo couldn't deny Smaug any longer when he saw the desperate look on his face. He adjusted himself against the man's entrance and slowly pushed inside him, gasping at the tight heat that greeted him. He rested his forehead against Smaug's back as they both adjusted to the sensations that were obviously new to both of them.
"Smaug, I've got a bit of a confession to make..." Bilbo whispered, biting his lip as he tried to relax. He wanted to make this last longer than three seconds.
"What is it, Bilbo?" Smaug asked, swallowing hard. He was panting quietly, trying to adjust to the stretch he hadn't quite been as ready for as he thought.
"This is my first time... Ever..." the halfling admitted, face flushing a bright red.
"Do you think that dragons get a lot of sexual advances of any kind?" the dragon retorted with a breathless grin, rolling his eyes and gazing into those stormy blue eyes. "It's my first time as well... Ever."
Bilbo felt a little bit more courage well up in him at this, smiling and kissing Smaug's spine. He could wait no longer. He needed to take Smaug just as much as Smaug wanted to be taken. He started rolling his hips slowly, watching Smaug's back arch. He didn't want to hurt Smaug, but it seemed like he didn't need to worry because the dragon was enjoying this and it was obvious by how hard he had to try to keep quiet. He pulled almost all the way out, only to slide back into the smooth heat of the dragon.
"Oh, do that again!" Smaug pleaded, mewling in pleasure. Bilbo repeated the motion. He gained confidence in the movement, rolling his hips faster and deeper inside Smaug. All focus was on the pleasure he was chasing, and the pleasure he was bringing Smaug.
As much as Smaug was enjoying all the pleasure being brought to him, he wanted to contribute to the collective ecstasy. He slowly started rolling his hips in return, gaining momentum as he gained familiarity in the movement, which only made him moan happily. Smaug was lost in a pleasure he could not fully understand, nor did he want to. And before he could think, before he could even blink an eye, the pleasure was tightening in his belly, coiling so tight he didn't know what to do. And then it released, and his vision went white and he was letting out a loud moan, tensing his hips rutted uncontrollably.
Bilbo couldn't help but moan when he felt Smaug grow incredibly tight around him. And then he joined the dragon, unable to keep control of his body he came deep inside him with a small cry that he muffled with his fist. Everything blurred and he leaned on Smaug who was trying to recover from his own orgasm but pleasure left them both groggy and well sated.