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Smaug had been more than suitably impressed by the little hobbit scurrying around under foot and claw. This tiny creature had come alone into his hoard (leaving those blasted dwarves outside thankfully), and was busy both flattering him AND attempting to circumvent himself from being found.
Smaug could feel the power of whatever little trinket the hobbit had…but he cared very little for it. He had his treasure and had his wealth, but a hobbit was something he’d never seen before…never smelled or heard before…never tasted before…And he wanted to know more about the little Barrel-Rider, despite how quick footed and tricky he was.
Which was why he decided to use his often neglected magic. He didn’t need to use magic like some court jester–attempting to woo audiences and trick the mind. NO! He was SMAUG and his magic was that of the fire drakes! He was no charlatan magician! He was Smaug the GREAT and TERRIBLE for a reason!! And Smaug always got what he wanted.
And he wanted this hobbit.
Bilbo was looking around frantically, his bright eyes raking over the piles of gold that had suddenly stopped moving, the treasure that now barely tinkled or clanged as nothing was moving through it. His breath was catching in his chest and he was trying to keep himself steady and awares. Where had the dragon gone!?
There was the soft sound of moving air and Bilbo whirled around, looking around frantically, but seeing nothing other than the mountains of gold and treasure.
“You’re very good at hiding, my Barrel-Rider.” Came a low, hissing voice behind him. It sounded like Smaug was right in his ear–the massive dragon’s breath not even making his clothes flutter or upset the surrounding gold. This almost terrified Bilbo more than being face to face with the large dragon.
He spun around, eyes going comically huge as he stared up at the very NON-Dragon form of Smaug…and as the dragon’s amber eyes narrowed, his pointed face stretching into a very serpentine grin, Bilbo wanted to faint, but he was too scared. Surely, having found him, this new version of Smaug would rip him to pieces…Surely…
So why was Smaug approaching slowly like one does a wounded and fearful animal? Why was Bilbo struck dumb as to why his feet were not carrying him away? When Smaug, now the size of a man or an elf, loomed over him, why was Bilbo not running for the hills?
He was about to try and force his legs to move…was…but Smaug was suddenly in his space, his pointed face leaning down until pale sharp cheeks pressed into his messy curls, and Bilbo was once again frozen.
“I have never smelled the likes of you before, for sure.” He rumbled, long fingers trailing through curls as Smaug slowly circled his hobbit. Oh yes…it would be his… “You are a truly tantalizing creature..I think I want to have you.”
“To eat…?” Bilbo shook.
“To keep.” Smaug’s voice made Bilbo’s stomach flip flop and he felt light headed.
One of those pale hands, flecked with gold and ruby scales, grabbed the front of Bilbo’s ill-fitting tunics, and pulled him in closer. He could see the scale like armor was just that, armor, his wings were spread wide behind him and Bilbo’s eyes were drawn up to those golden fiery eyes and the series of horns that crowned his head.
“I believe you will make a very beautiful addition to my collection.” The elven shaped dragon pulled Bilbo in close, holding him flush against the scaled armor and let himself admire the hobbit, his face pressing back into the curls as he inhaled deeply.
His amber eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a soft sigh.
Bilbo let out a shaky gasp as an almost uncomfortably hot forked tongue dragged up his dirty cheek, the low growl that chased it vibrating in his ear and making his body tremble. Smaug enjoyed the little quakes his mere presence was causing. “It’s been so long since I’ve taken this form.” Smaug groaned, dropping Bilbo and stretching himself out. “You’ll help me work out the kinks, won’t you? Barrel-Rider?” He cooed, clawed fingers snapping open buckles and letting the heavy armor he’d conjured drop to the floor.
Bilbo was looking up at him in fear and awe, and Smaug preened. He tossed the heavy bits away, making boots and gauntlets all but vanish with a wave of his hand, his eyes never once moving from where he’d locked them onto Bilbo’s.
To see the amazement and the terror of the little hobbit was intoxicating. The smell of that adrenaline mixing with whatever heavenly smell already made up the hobbit, had Smaug almost on his knees. He lowered himself down, looming bodily over the trembling hobbit, letting himself press into Bilbo’s space once again, this time attacking his neck and throat with that hot tongue, hands sliding over Bilbo’s soft form and pinning him to the gold.
Bilbo, while very much out of his element and scared to death, was not fool enough to not see the opportunity given to him. His small hands lifted and Smaug let out a trilled moan as small, deft fingers trailed over his bared chest. He hissed as Bilbo’s hands traced over the scar that the bowman left over decades ago, but did not pull away. It had been so long since any creature had touched him like this, and Smaug was finding himself so very easily distracted by it.
“Oh yes…I definitely plan on keeping you my little Riddle-Maker. My barrel riding hobbit of Bag-End.” Bilbo swallowed thickly at that, trying not to gasp or make noises as those clawed hands dragged themselves down his loose clothing, seeking to rend them off the hobbit’s fleshy body.
Bilbo was certain Smaug was going to just eat him once he got him bared…and THAT was the better of the scenarios.
“H-how about we make a deal th-then…” He shook out, making a very flushed Smaug lean back, thin brows raised to his hairline. Bilbo had a terrible moment where he thought the sharp angles and the loose, black curls of the dragon’s choice of hair, was actually quite fetching.
“A deal? You presume you have power here little rabbit.” His growl made Bilbo’s blood run hot and his stomach drop.
“Y-yes…a deal…You get what you want, and so do we…”
Smaug set himself down in the gold, leaning back on it like a great hoarded throne, and pulled Bilbo onto his lap. Bilbo gasped, looking out across the sea of gold and feeling sinewy arms wrap around him, Smaug’s sharp chin resting on his shoulder as the drake hunched over him, caging him in his embrace.
“You may tell me of this deal you have and I’ll decide if it’s even worth my time. But be warned…” Smaug’s hand was easily pulling at cloth and coverings, working to make his newest little pet as bared as a newborn foal. “I plan on enjoying my spoils of war while you do.”
Bilbo let out a surprised cry that tapered off into an almost indecent moan. Bilbo covered his face in shame and Smaug laughed, pulling his hand out of Bilbo’s trousers and instead focused on getting them off the hobbit.
“S-so…l-let’s talk about the mount-mountain.”
“Mmm…yes. Tell me of my mountain.” Smaug pressed sharp teeth to Bilbo’s unmarred shoulder, moaning at the feeling of the soft skin under his teeth and tongue. Bilbo answered with his own shaky moan, and Smaug felt himself shiver excitedly.
Oh he was going to have so much fun with his new hobbit.
THE END…?
and just FYI:
Bilbo convinces him to hang around in this new form and help protect the mountain…in exchange he gets his own wing filled with gold and treasure that he get’s to just lounge in…on top of all of that, he gets Bilbo-access.
A lot of Bilbo access.
Thorin isn’t too happy about it…but I mean who would be? Your travel boyfriend just got snatched up by a dragon!?! That also wants to live in your home!
But Bilbo talks them into not attempting to kill him right away, and happily allows Smaug his Bilbo-Time to make him happy. Smaug also likes making passes and inappropriate advances PUBLICALLY and in front of Thorin just to watch the other have a hissy fit.
Bilbo now has 2 powerful creatures he must babysit. A dragon and a king.
On top of all of that, they now have a dragon helping to protect the mountain…a fickle dragon, yes…but a dragon that really likes his hobbit.