Halrloprillalar   prillalar@gmail.com   http://prillalar.com/

January 5, 2003

RATING: R for M/M sexual situations.

FANDOM/SPOILERS: Lord of the Rings. Movies only.

SUMMARY: Sam can't sleep.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: Tolkien, not me.


POSSESSESION
by Halrloprillalar - prillalar@gmail.com

At night, they watch. Frodo watches the Ring. Gollum watches Frodo.
And Sam watches them both, the curve of Frodo's spine as he curls
up around himself, Gollum's hunched shoulders and hungry eyes.

They should be sleeping. But Sam can't sleep while Frodo is awake
and Gollum is watching. He wants to pull Frodo over, turn him to
face Sam, keep him away from those eyes. He wants to put his arms
around Frodo and hold him, stop him from thinking about the Ring,
about Gollum.

Sam's eyes are heavy and he bites his lip to stay awake. At last,
Frodo's limbs go slack and his breathing slows. Sam leans over to
look into his face, to see his hand still clenched around the Ring.

And then he catches Gollum's eye. Now Gollum watches Sam and Sam
still can't go to sleep.

Gollum creeps nearer to Sam, lamplike eyes blinking in the dim. He
begins to whisper, and Sam fears Frodo will wake.

He wants it, Gollum hisses, Smeagol knows. Smeagol knows.

Sam would protest, he doesn't want the Ring, but he doesn't trust
his voice and Frodo needs to sleep.

Can't have it, Gollum says. Poor hobbit. And now he's close to Sam
and his long fingers are plucking at Sam's cloak. He does know,
after all, and Sam feels the blood rise to his face, strangely hot
in the chilly night.

We helps, good Smeagol helps, says Gollum, and his hands are on
Sam's belt now and Sam can't stop him, can't even look away.

Gollum's hands are skilful and his mouth is clever and Sam's body
betrays him all too soon. Sam digs his fingernails deep into his
palms and almost cries from bitterness and shame.

Gollum doesn't speak again, just slinks off into the darkness.

Sam fastens his breeches and listens to Frodo breathing. When he
does drop off to sleep, Sam dreams of manacles and chains and a
vice that squeezes him until his breath is gone.

The next night is just the same.

F I N I S

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