please do not be inconsistent i find it infuriating // keep calm, work hard and STOP MIMIMI !!!
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Unheard Sounds & Untold Confessions, both by Virago
Unheard Sounds
The auburn haired woman groaned in frustration and buried her face in her fluffy feather pillow, using it to cover her ears, trying to drown out the sounds coming from the room next to hers. Out of all the inns in Waterdeep, Drizzt had to pick the nosiest. Well that really wasn't the truth. If fact this inn came highly recommended and the service was great, it was just her neighbor that was the problem. Her neighbors, she should say, and what they were doing. Never before had she known a person to be so loud and whatever the woman in the other room was doing to her partner was making him moan in all its arty forms. Just thinking about what was going on was enough for her to blush in embarrassment.
"Gods, quit teasing me!" came the muffled groan that was shortly followed by a slight chuckle, a chuckle that was low and thick. Like a man's. Cattie-Brie's ears perked up and throwing all caution to the four winds, she gathered her blankets about her and tip-toed to the wall. She settled herself on the wood floor, trying to get as comfortable as she could before pressing her ear against the thin wall.
"I want you to touch yourself for me," came the husky voice, deep and rich, much like the laugh and in her mind she pictured it as the same person. She slightly shivered as goose pimples spread across her arms at the sound of the utterly smooth and sexy words. She would kill to be with a man who had a bedroom voice like that. The woman that was with him was very lucky indeed.
Another low chuckle, "Don't look at me like that. I want to watch you as you make yourself cum," a pause, "touching yourself." Another pause and she pictured that he must be kissing her with each phrase. "While you think of me," he continued, "watching me, watching you."
An answering sigh of pleasure only meant that his lover was obeying him causing her to flush. She had never heard such pillow talk before, when her and Wulfgar where together all those years ago they had barely said two words to each other when they where rolling in the sheets.
"That's it, baby," the man once more filled the silence, "play like you do when I'm not with you."
A groan, musical and velvety drifted to her ears, a very beautiful sound, a very male-like that caused her eyes to snap open as wide as can be before she shook the thought from her head. The groan had to have come from Sexy Voice.
"Art... te... mis," came the moan again, broken and desperate.
"Yes," Sexy Voice replied, "just like that. Spread you legs. By the gods you're beautiful."
Cattie-Brie pulled her ear away from the wall and stared at it, her eyes threatening to pop from her head. It wasn't a man and a woman doing naughty things to each other in the next room, it was a man... with another man. Having sex. For the moans and groans that came in unison with the heated whispers left no doubt in her mind that it was indeed a male. And one of their names was Artemis.
And the only Artemis that she knew was Entreri. Surely not.
The rational part of her mind screamed at her not to take the chance and quickly pack her things and warn Drizzt that her neighbor just might be his most hated enemy. But the woman in her denied it and knew that there had to be others out there named 'Artemis' and it was perfectly harmless to listen just a little longer. Besides the sounds they were making had a certain tone to it that made her body flush with heat. She had no idea it was possible for two men to be with each other.
A cry of release made her bite her lip and lean closer to the wall, wanting to hear every word that was spoken between this Artemis and his unknown bedmate.
A soft sigh, then, "What are you doing?" the new voice was filled with sedated passion, if anything it was even better than Artemis'.
"Licking it off of you," came the answer, slightly amused, "You taste better than anything I have ever tasted before."
She heard a creak of wood and a rustle of cloth. That's when she realized that the bed was resting against the wall that she was pressing her ear to. Her hand shot up to her mouth, trying to muffle her gasp.
Another rustle, "What are you doing?" the question was repeated by the bedmate, and Cattie-Brie would throw Artemis' voice away to just listen to this one all day any day. She smiled and tried to picture Drizzt with such a wonderful bedroom voice.
"What does it look like?" was the answer and she could practically hear the smile on his voice.
"Don't" came the hesitant reply.
"Why not?" this time a frown.
"Because it's too soon," another sigh, "Just give me a minute."
A long pause and she imagined them staring at one another, she could feel the tension through the wall before the other man gave his answer.
"No," he stated and his lover screamed his name.
"Heavens above!" the unknown man moaned. She could hear him panting and thrashing on the bed. "Stop, stop, stop," he chanted, "too soon!" he groaned again, then his chants and pleas changed from desperate to desire, "Yes, oh by the gods! If you don't stop –" the statement was cut off by a frustrated hiss. "Entreri," his bedmate growled threatening.
There it was, solid proof that it really was Artemis Entreri on the other side of the wall, and from the sounds of it doing the most amazing things to his lover.
"The family name," the assassin teased, "Don't tell me you're upset with me? After all, it was you who told me to stop."
"Enough," was the breathless whisper of his lover followed by a sigh as Cattie-Brie heard the first groan of passion from the assassin, "By the gods, Artemis, you're so hard."
The woman flushed at the mental picture and tightened her hold on her blankets, suppressing the urge to shiver. For some reason just listening to the two men was hotter than anything she had done with Wulfgar in the past. Even the thought of one of them being her most hated enemy did nothing to ease her curiosity.
"I want your mouth on me," Entreri's husky voice came out as a choked sob. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the thought of what the other man was about to do to the assassin. She had done so to Wulfgar only once before, but took no pleasure in the act even though he seemed to rather enjoy in quite immensely. Another rustle of cloth then Entreri let out a hissed, "Yes!"
He groaned, low and husky before he started to pant and whisper. He was much quieter than his bedmate but the sounds he did make were no less arousing. A long sigh drifted up to the woman's ears, soon followed by a few short breaths.
"What is it?" asked the unknown man.
A slight chuckle, "Your mouth and tongue are too talented, I fear I am too close."
"So let me swallow you," puzzlement showed through the walls.
"No," came the very serious reply.
"Why?" his lover sounded even more confused.
"Because I want you inside of me," the whisper was so low that Cattie-Brie barely caught the words.
"What?" the other man gasped, "You've never... before... I've never... " he seemed like he was lost for words.
"Shh, baby," Entreri's voice held all the tenderness in the world, "I know you've never taken anyone before, but I want you to take me. I want to feel you inside of me."
"Artemis I don't –" his statement was cut off, the rest of his words muffled by a kiss.
After a short time later she heard the assassin's voice once more, "It's alright; I'll talk you through it."
More rustling and the sound of a draw opening the closing, the wood slightly creaking as if it was well used. A slight hiss made her grip her blanket about her.
"Are you ok?" the assassin's lover sounded concerned.
"Yes," Entreri's voice was forced, like it was too much for time to talk. "More," he demanded.
This hiss turned into a groan with was cut into a cry. "Right... there... " he panted. Then a slap of skin against skin, "Enough, I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" he lover once more asked. There was no verbal answer, only sounds that she could imagine what she wanted of them.
A strangled cry broke the silence, so distorted that she didn't know who it came from followed by a harsh groan.
"By the heavens, you're so tight," musical tones harshly whispered.
"Damn elf! Just move!" Entreri all but yelled right before the bed started to creek followed by hisses that broke into another strangled cry. "Right there, baby," the assassin's voice was husky and cracked.
The creaking of the bed grew louder and closer together, but above that was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the amazing noises that came from Artemis' mouth. He cried, he moaned, then he did something Cattie-Brie thought he was incapable of doing. He started to beg. He begged his lover to go faster, to go harder and the clamor coming from the room, the other man was all too happy to oblige, causing the headboard to bang against the wall.
Soon both of them were moaning and groaning and making every carnal sound there was to make before crying out together and falling into silence.
That's when the woman noticed that she was breathing hard and sweating. She cursed herself, feeling like a fool and a pervert as she gathered herself together before quickly running back to her bed. She harshly pulled her blanket over her head and squeezed her eyes shut tightly, rolling over on her side, her back facing the wall to Entreri's room. She gripped her covers in tight fist, trying her damnedest to drown out the sounds from her memory.
The next morning she found herself in the common room, picking at her food and every once in a while sipping her water. Lost in her thoughts as she was she didn't notice she had a guest until the chair opposite of her was pulled out and a bare foot placed upon the table top. Her eyes snapped up from her plate of untouched food to stare at the man, taking in his appearance with a hot blush on her cheeks.
His dark hair was sleep mussed and his black silk shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, completely unbuttoned, showing the world his tightly compacted chest and torso. "Good morning, Cattie-Brie," he said, even though no smirk touched his face it rang clearly in his voice.
She nodded at him, noting, with much embarrassment, the love bite that could be clearly seen on his smooth neck. A few light scratches dotted on his right pectoral while the other sported another love mark. "Rough night?" she asked, once more looking down at her food.
That's when he smiled and adjusted in his seat, hooking one thumb in the waist band of his black britches and tugging them down slightly so she could see more marks and bites low on his hip. "You should know," he answered before standing up and walking to the bar. He grinned at her over his shoulder as he picked up to breakfast plates and walked up the steps with all the grace of a feline.
Artemis softly shut the door, knowing that the drow was most likely awake, but still not wanting to disturb him. He set the trays of food down on the small table and dropped his shirt before sliding under the covers behind his elfin love.
As he pressed himself against the length of the other's body he felt himself grow hard. Just the sight of the black skinned ranger made him hot and bothered. He wanted to lock him away and never let another soul ever touch him. He smiled as Drizzt let out a small purr and relaxed into the assassin's embrace, sighing as the human's skilled fingers danced upon his chest and played across his hip.
Artemis placed tender kisses on the ebony skin of his love's shoulders, lightly licking off the salty sweat that had dried upon his body from last night. Hearing no protests of lack of sleep from the elf, he quickly freed himself from the suede cloth that covered his hips and pulled himself out in record time. He reached for the vial of oil discarded near the pillows and coated his hand before rubbing the liquid onto his hardness with a stifled moan.
Drizzt pressed his bottom against him, as if he knew what Entreri was doing all along. Artemis sighed and reached around the drow's hip, more than eager to coax his elf into full hardness only to find the ranger more than ready. "You're already hard," he whispered in the beautiful creature's ear, taking time to lick his way down from the tip and taking the lobe between his lips.
Drizzt's only answer was a sigh as he lifted his leg and draped in over Artemis', his knee slightly bent. The assassin once more placed an open mouth kiss upon the ranger's shoulder before gripping his dark hip, slowly sliding his oil slicked length inside of the drow's body. His eyes rolled shut and he fought the urge to cry or pass out, from the sensations of the other's inner walls gripping him, he didn't know which to do. No matter how many times he had taken the elf in the past he was always so incredibly tight and felt so amazingly heavenly. Artemis knew that the beautiful drow had ruined him for any other bedmate.
Only once before had he taken someone else to his bed after he had first lain with the elf. The end results were tragically embarrassing. The assassin was forced to take his release from his own hand with images of violet eyes and black skin playing across his mind. Now the only one he shared his body with was the elf, the thought of another touching him made his skin crawl and the picture of another touching Drizzt made his blood boil in rage
And Drizzt needed to know, without a doubt, who he belonged to.
"You are mine, Do'Urden," he hissed when he was finally sheathed completely inside of the drow.
The only answer he got was a long contented purr.
Artemis almost entirely pulled himself out before slowly thrusting back in once more, "Say it!"
Drizzt moaned and arched his back.
The assassin's fingers gripped onto his hip hard enough to leave marks upon the darkness of his skin, "No one else can have you. No one else can touch you. Say it, damn you," he harshly whispered, he voice never wavering as he began to move. He reached around the elf's body, taking his weeping sex into a sword callused hand, gripping it with the times of his thrusts.
"I'm yours," Drizzt gasped in utter rapture. "No one can have me but you," he continued, moaning as Artemis hit his sweet spot again and again, his hand running up and down his length. "No one can touch me but you," his back arched in desire, "Artemis."
Drizzt's orgasm caught him by surprise; he came hard and fast, covering the assassin's hand with his release. He heard Artemis let out scream that was muffled in between his shoulders as the human emptied himself into his elf. He quickly reached a hand back to grip the human's backside, pulling him in close to keep the softening erection inside of him. "Don't move," he whispered, "I still want to feel you in me." Then the drow chuckled, "Couldn't you have gotten out of your pants?"
Artemis tasted the delicious skin of Drizzt's neck. "No," he whispered back, his voice holding just a tint of tenderness, "I wanted you too much."
The afternoon found Drizzt and Cattie-Brie back on the road. Her drow friend was strangely quiet, as if he was lost in his own thoughts and moving much slower than normal.
"Are ye ok, me friend?" she asked, slightly concerned over his behavior.
He blinked and regarded her, "Yes, just a little sore."
She gave him a curious look, "You were locked in ye room all morning. What were ye doin'?"
He gave her a shrug, not wanting to admit that he was indeed not locked in his room, but someone else's, "Just honing my skills. I fear that I worked to hard," he offered her a smile. He hated lying to her, yet she would never understand the reason why he was so uncomfortable with walking was because he was not yet used to having his legs closed after them being spread for so long.
How many times had they lain together since last night? The Goddess knows that he didn't. The thought brought a smile to his face and a familiar ache to his lower stomach. Despite his aches and pains he only wished that he could turn back to the inn and have one last roll around in the sheets with the assassin. Never mind that they already had their good-bye fun around an hour ago, he still wanted more.
Untold Confessions
The water was cool beneath his knees, the sand from the bank digging into his pale skin as he leaned over to lick a long line down his partner's back. Muscles rippled under his skin, jerking and twitching when he applied his teeth to the long scar that ran from shoulder to opposite hip. His hands moved from the other's hips sword callused fingers dancing and digging into the dark ebony stopping only the touch the long strands of white that seemed to glow in the full light of the moon.
"What's with you tonight?" came the soft question.
Entreri frowned and caught Drizzt's gaze from where the drow was looking over his shoulder to at him, confusion dancing in his lavender eyes. "What do you mean? Nothing is 'with me' as you so eloquently put it."
The drow just sighed and shook his head, the white hair falling from his fingers, "Nevermind," he muttered back, his chest hitching at the sound of the other's answering sigh.
"Just thinking," the assassin answered, taking his weight off of his knees to lay down next his drow, shifting so he was resting on his side, arms wrapped around the elf and one leg thrown over him. The sand was uncomfortable, he didn't understand how Drizzt could stand laying on his stomach in the stuff. The thought alone made him cringe.
The ranger's head was resting in his bent arms, facing him, hair hanging in the way, "About wha...?" he asked, trailing off when Entreri reached up and tucked those wayward strands behind his ear. "Are you sure nothing is wrong?" he changed his question.
Entreri's lips twitched, a ghost of a smile, "Everything is fine, baby," he answered, lifting his head to brush his lips upon the elf's temple.
He squirmed uncomfortably under the human and frowned, wiggling his way out of the embrace kneeling down, that perfectly round bum resting on his crossed ankles. Violet eyes stared down at him, "Stop!" the elf said, his voice such an ice cold that it took Entreri's breath away. "Stop it," he said again before he had a chance to reply. "Stop looking at me like that. Stop touching me the way you have been. Stop acting like..." he trailed off and gave a frustrated huff, leaving the rest of his words unsaid, but they still hung in the air.
...stop acting like you care...
Drizzt stood quickly, moving quickly into the water to wash the sand and all evidence of what had just gone on away.
Because it breaks my heart when I know you really don't...
Entreri moved to follow but a slim hand was held up, the darkness of the other's skin nearly lost in the night, "Don't," the words were spoken so softly that he almost didn't heard them, "Just go back before the others start to wonder where we went."
Now it was the assassin turn to get mad, "So worried that your precious Cattie-Bri might find you with me?" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Gods forbid she should find out that you are not so perfect for her after all!"
Drizzt turned, water splashing around him, "What of you!" he hissed back, his mind screaming for him to stop, to not fight when they had so little time together, but he was the one who had started it all. He was not going to let Entreri have the last word, "She can't even look at you without blushing! What did you do to her to make her that way?"
Entreri was thunderstruck, at a complete lost for words as the drow continued on.
"Even when you speak, the little that you do when everyone is near, she hides her face! Her hands clench like she's fighting off something and she looks at you when she thinks no one is paying attention! These little glances that she gives you with her eyes slightly dazed." He paused and took a deep breath eyes flashing and fist clenched at his sides, "What did you with her that has her practically drooling at your feet when before she couldn't even stand the thought of you?"
Entreri blinked, "You think that I -"
"Stop it! I don't want to know! I don't care! Just leave!" he practically shouted, turning his back once more to the human.
...just leave...The assassin hissed, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on him with angry jerks, "Fine! Be an ass. I was wondering when... " he sighed, "whatever, do as you please." And he left, his soft footsteps fading in the darkness of the night forest.
...please...
Drizzt sank to his knees, his hand digging into the dirt resting at the bottom of the small lake his other hand gripping his arm, refusing to hug himself.
...when did you become so stupid, Do'Urden?
All this had gone so terribly wrong. It was supposed to be fun, take a roll around every now and then. But Entreri had started to sneak into Mithral Hall when the time that hadn't seen other grew too long. Entreri had started to treat him differently, soft brushes upon his skin that made his heart flutter instead of constant bruising grips. Tender kisses that made his knees weak from the shear intensity of them instead of lashing tongues. He stood closer to him now, even when Cattie-Bri and Jarlaxle where around, his hidden fingers brushing upon his own. Those touches made him blush more than any pillow talk Entreri had given him in the past.
The fierceness of the sex between them was still there, but somehow there was something just more to it. The hands gripping him with such possessiveness that it took the elf's breath away. And when it wasn't so brutally delicious it was heartbreakingly sweet. The soft kisses upon his skin, the feather light touches around his sensitive spots and the slow slide of their bodies almost brought tears to his eyes. He hated those moments, hated it when the assassin was sweet because Drizzt knew that he meant none of it.
And Drizzt did.
Drizzt cared so much for the other man that it was suffocating.
Entreri paused and took a deep breath trying to calm himself and school his features before he entered the camp that the four of them had set up for the night. He should just pack up and leave, like Drizzt had told him to, like the dark elf had wanted. Just leave the three of them together and he was sure as the sun would rise that Jarlaxle would find him if need be. It seemed impossible that he could ever get away from the bald elf.
With another deep breath he entered the camp sight, eyeing the red-haired human and her mercenary companion, both of them slightly crouched down with swords at the ready.
He blinked once, and instead of giving voice to his question he raised one dark eyebrow.
Jarlaxle sighed and relaxed, he shoulders slumping and placing his sword back in it's sheath with more force that was necessary. "I should be asking you that question," he stated, ignoring Cattie-Bri's look of confusion, "We heard you approach, you sounded like a troop of wild vicious orcs heading right towards us."
"Yes, well," he replied, "I thought that I would give you two a fair warning. I didn't want to catch you with your pants down."
The human woman blushed at this, "We weren't -" she looked directly at Entreri when she tried to explain.
He let out a quick huff of breath, "Don't," he cut her off, "I really couldn't care less of where your twat has been. Just keep it away from me."
The reactions of the other two were the same, though for completely different reasons.
Cattie-Bri's eyes widened.
So did Jarlaxle's.
And as the woman looked like she was going to explode in a shear fit of rage, the dark elf double over, arms wrapped around his waist as his mirth filled the night sky.
"You know," Jarlaxle said between his huffing and quite snorting, trying to calm himself down, "it's good for you."
Entreri's eyes narrowed dangerously, "You know," he shot back, "you should mind your own damn business."
The dark elf immediately sobered up, "Trouble?"
"No," the other man hissed between his clenched teeth.
In return Jarlaxle cocked his head to the side and raised one thin white brow, "Really?"
Cattie-Bri looked between the two of them, "What's goin' on?" she asked, very, very confused.
"Nothing," they both stated at the same time. Though Jarlaxle sing-songed it and Entreri hissed the word out like a vile curse.
The assassin shot one more glare at the two of them before walking over to his bedroll and grabbing his pack, practically ripping a new opening in it as he tried to untie it. And when one of the strong leather ties snapped in his fingers he threw the blasted thing back to the ground, giving it a solid kick for good measure. He ran his fingers through his hair before sitting down cross-legged on his bed roll in defeat.
His rage, something that seemed to be the only constant companion his entire life, was quickly leaving him. He tried to grasp onto it, to hold it tight and close to him but it expertly eluded him. He heart was pounding rapidly in his chest and he breath was coming out in short pants.
Calm. He had to calm himself down, but what Drizzt had said back in the forest, what Drizzt had implied. He didn't want what they had to come to an end. The elf had to know how the assassin felt about him, right? Didn't Drizzt know that what had happened a tenday ago was not something that he had let anyone have before? Entreri wasn't a virgin by any means, but he had never let someone take him before. That had been done against his will when he was still small and weak.
A very sensitive issue for the assassin, and he had trusted the drow completely.
So caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even register that Jarlaxle had sat down beside him until he spoke, his voice low and serious, not something that happened often. "You know," he said, looking down at his hands before glancing at the moody human, "you don't have to say anything. But part of being together is fighting. And regardless how different you two are, the both of you are so very similar that you seem to be cut from the same cloth."
It was Entreri's turn to look to his pale sword callused hands. He didn't say anything, he never really had to with the dark elf mercenary.
"I know it's very difficult for you to trust someone, and when that someone has your trust one mistake will break the whole," he continued, voice still low so only he could hear the words. "But the mistakes that he makes are because I believe that he cares for you, and is absolutely terrified of it. He is just as new to these things are you are, remember."
Entreri took a deep breath, "He told me to leave. I should just pack and go. You'll find me if you need me, you always do." He sounded tired, even in his own ears.
"My friend," Jarlaxle laid a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze, "I am sure that he did not mean that for you to leave, leave, but just to come back here so that he could have time to himself for a bit."
The assassin shook his head, "No," he protested then gave a snort of disbelief, "he thinks that I have done something with..." He trailed off and looked to the red-haired woman, now sitting by the fire and looking at them with open curiosity. When she noticed that both of them where watching her, she flushed in embarrassment and looked out into the darkened trees.
"Oh," the drow said, "Well, have you?"
Entreri looked appalled at the thought.
"Guess not," Jarlaxle chuckled.
As if coming to his senses the assassin glared at the bald elf, "Done fishing for information?"
Jarlaxle sighed and stood, "Regardless of what you may think, Artemis, I do care if you are happy or not." With neither another word nor even a glance back to him, the drow once more sat by Cattie-Bri at the fire.
Entreri let out his own sigh and fell back onto his bed roll, wishing for the first time in years for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
He didn't remember closing his eyes, but at some point it had to have happened, because when he turned his head, the camp fire was out and the Human-Beast and Jarlaxle were tucked away in their own bed rolls. Sleeping peacefully no doubt, he thought, fucking bastards. Those two didn't have a care in the world, though he was mildly disappointed when he realized that the Beast was not snoring. It would have put a light on his foul mood if she made the noise of a cow while dreaming her little pee-brained dreams.
He rolled over on to his side, facing away from the others and closing his eyes once more, trying to will himself back to sleep.
"Artemis?" came the whispered question, drifting through the trees as Drizzt came into view. His white hair reflecting all the colors of the moon. "Are you awake?"
Entreri once more rolled to his back and sat up, letting the ranger know without words that he was, indeed, awake.
"It's your turn for watch," came that whisper again, so sad and heart-wrenching that Entreri wanted to give up everything to not hear it again. The elf started for his own bed roll, pausing when he noticed that he would have to pass by the other man to get to it. He took a deep breath and sealed his courage, his hands going to fists.
Entreri reached up and grabbed onto the elf's wrist as he passed by, "Drizzt," he whispered back, "I know that..." he trailed off, not knowing what to say, for the first time hating that he was, as always, horrible with words. "Look," he started again, "believe me when I say that I did not, and will ever not, touch her."
The drow's shoulders slumped, breath leaving him in a whoosh and he wanted with all of his heart to sit next to the cold hearted man that he had somehow came to care about. "I know," he hung his head and shook his arm free of the assassin's grip, moving once more to his bed roll.
The dark-haired man stood and sighed, pulling on boots that he didn't remember taking off before looking around and locating his cloak. It was folded neatly and resting on the top of his pack, lying close to where his head was. A wave of irritation welled up in inside of him when he realized that someone had to have taken his boots and cloak off of him while he slept and he didn't even notice.
It couldn't have been Jarlaxle; the mercenary would have awoken him and teased relentlessly about Entreri being so old and lazy that he couldn't even get out of his clothes in time to fall asleep. Cattie-Bri couldn't get within ten feet of him without his skin breaking out in goose pimples from disgust, much as less trying to de-robe him while he was lost to the realm of dreams.
That only left Drizzt.
Which made sense.
Do'Urden was the only one that he was more than comfortable enough to be completely at ease in his presence. Even asleep the moody human trusted Drizzt Do'Urden with his entire soul. Not that he would ever admit to it out loud, but actions are supposed to speak louder than any words, right? So what was the reason why the ranger didn't know how he felt about him?
Entreri looked to the drow, his back turned to him as he lay there and the assassin knew him well enough to know that the elf was not asleep. "Well," he whispered to the prone drow, "you know where to find me if you need the company."
And with that Artemis Entreri walked into the night.
The assassin sat on a damp fallen log, staring out into the darkness and pulling his traveling cloak tight around him. It wasn't that cold of a night, regardless, the battle harden man shivered. Perhaps he had been sitting too long and by the look of the night sky, the half-full moon hanging onto the millions of stars, his shift was soon to be over.
Yet he found himself not wanting to go back to the others, he'd have to wake the Human-Beast. That thought brought a rare smile to his face; perhaps he should throw rocks at her until she woke. Aiming for her vile head, of course.
He closed his eyes and sighed, knowing that someone was approaching him, feeling with all his soul that Drizzt had finally given up on sleeping and was coming to sit with him.
In the span of a few heartbeats, Entreri was not disappointed as the drow took a seat next to him, drawing half of a small blanket around his shoulders. The other half still occupied by the elf. He sighed again and pulled his end closer to him, to burrow deeper into the worn fabric that was warm from the other's body.
Drizzt answered his sigh with one of his own before laying his head upon the assassin shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not wanting to break the peaceful sounds of the calm evening.
Entreri turned and kissed the top of the elf's head, taking in his scent of woods and rain, "I know," he whispered back into his hair.
The ranger tilted his head back to look him in the eyes, and now, just like before and always, Entreri was caught off guard at how incredibly beautiful Drizzt Do'Urden really was. The drow smiled and moved towards him, while the assassin met him half way to the kiss.
He caught the elf's bottom lip in his own, gently sucking it into his mouth before bearing his teeth to nibble on the soft flesh. His hand dropped his corner of his blanket to cup the ebony skin of the other's check and run fingers through his hair.
Drizzt let out a small groan, his mouth falling open wider and allowing Entreri's talented tongue to come and play with his own.
And play it did.
Entreri kissed him like he had never kissed him before, all tongue, lips, and teeth, but yet still so gentle. He kissed him like he was a dying man and the only thing that was keeping him breathing was the dark elf ranger. That wet appendage tangled with his own, drawing it into his own mouth before wrapping lips around it and sucking, dragging teeth as he pulled away.
The drow groaned again, his hands fisted tightly on the collar of the human's shirt and dark traveling cloak. His face flushing and all blood rushing south as, after only one very short breath, lips once more descended on his own.
"Artemis," Drizzt gasped between hot kisses, "I lo-"
Entreri nodded, "I know, baby," he said, not giving the elf anymore room to talk, "Me too."
Unheard Sounds & Untold Confessions, both by Virago
Unheard Sounds
The auburn haired woman groaned in frustration and buried her face in her fluffy feather pillow, using it to cover her ears, trying to drown out the sounds coming from the room next to hers. Out of all the inns in Waterdeep, Drizzt had to pick the nosiest. Well that really wasn't the truth. If fact this inn came highly recommended and the service was great, it was just her neighbor that was the problem. Her neighbors, she should say, and what they were doing. Never before had she known a person to be so loud and whatever the woman in the other room was doing to her partner was making him moan in all its arty forms. Just thinking about what was going on was enough for her to blush in embarrassment.
"Gods, quit teasing me!" came the muffled groan that was shortly followed by a slight chuckle, a chuckle that was low and thick. Like a man's. Cattie-Brie's ears perked up and throwing all caution to the four winds, she gathered her blankets about her and tip-toed to the wall. She settled herself on the wood floor, trying to get as comfortable as she could before pressing her ear against the thin wall.
"I want you to touch yourself for me," came the husky voice, deep and rich, much like the laugh and in her mind she pictured it as the same person. She slightly shivered as goose pimples spread across her arms at the sound of the utterly smooth and sexy words. She would kill to be with a man who had a bedroom voice like that. The woman that was with him was very lucky indeed.
Another low chuckle, "Don't look at me like that. I want to watch you as you make yourself cum," a pause, "touching yourself." Another pause and she pictured that he must be kissing her with each phrase. "While you think of me," he continued, "watching me, watching you."
An answering sigh of pleasure only meant that his lover was obeying him causing her to flush. She had never heard such pillow talk before, when her and Wulfgar where together all those years ago they had barely said two words to each other when they where rolling in the sheets.
"That's it, baby," the man once more filled the silence, "play like you do when I'm not with you."
A groan, musical and velvety drifted to her ears, a very beautiful sound, a very male-like that caused her eyes to snap open as wide as can be before she shook the thought from her head. The groan had to have come from Sexy Voice.
"Art... te... mis," came the moan again, broken and desperate.
"Yes," Sexy Voice replied, "just like that. Spread you legs. By the gods you're beautiful."
Cattie-Brie pulled her ear away from the wall and stared at it, her eyes threatening to pop from her head. It wasn't a man and a woman doing naughty things to each other in the next room, it was a man... with another man. Having sex. For the moans and groans that came in unison with the heated whispers left no doubt in her mind that it was indeed a male. And one of their names was Artemis.
And the only Artemis that she knew was Entreri. Surely not.
The rational part of her mind screamed at her not to take the chance and quickly pack her things and warn Drizzt that her neighbor just might be his most hated enemy. But the woman in her denied it and knew that there had to be others out there named 'Artemis' and it was perfectly harmless to listen just a little longer. Besides the sounds they were making had a certain tone to it that made her body flush with heat. She had no idea it was possible for two men to be with each other.
A cry of release made her bite her lip and lean closer to the wall, wanting to hear every word that was spoken between this Artemis and his unknown bedmate.
A soft sigh, then, "What are you doing?" the new voice was filled with sedated passion, if anything it was even better than Artemis'.
"Licking it off of you," came the answer, slightly amused, "You taste better than anything I have ever tasted before."
She heard a creak of wood and a rustle of cloth. That's when she realized that the bed was resting against the wall that she was pressing her ear to. Her hand shot up to her mouth, trying to muffle her gasp.
Another rustle, "What are you doing?" the question was repeated by the bedmate, and Cattie-Brie would throw Artemis' voice away to just listen to this one all day any day. She smiled and tried to picture Drizzt with such a wonderful bedroom voice.
"What does it look like?" was the answer and she could practically hear the smile on his voice.
"Don't" came the hesitant reply.
"Why not?" this time a frown.
"Because it's too soon," another sigh, "Just give me a minute."
A long pause and she imagined them staring at one another, she could feel the tension through the wall before the other man gave his answer.
"No," he stated and his lover screamed his name.
"Heavens above!" the unknown man moaned. She could hear him panting and thrashing on the bed. "Stop, stop, stop," he chanted, "too soon!" he groaned again, then his chants and pleas changed from desperate to desire, "Yes, oh by the gods! If you don't stop –" the statement was cut off by a frustrated hiss. "Entreri," his bedmate growled threatening.
There it was, solid proof that it really was Artemis Entreri on the other side of the wall, and from the sounds of it doing the most amazing things to his lover.
"The family name," the assassin teased, "Don't tell me you're upset with me? After all, it was you who told me to stop."
"Enough," was the breathless whisper of his lover followed by a sigh as Cattie-Brie heard the first groan of passion from the assassin, "By the gods, Artemis, you're so hard."
The woman flushed at the mental picture and tightened her hold on her blankets, suppressing the urge to shiver. For some reason just listening to the two men was hotter than anything she had done with Wulfgar in the past. Even the thought of one of them being her most hated enemy did nothing to ease her curiosity.
"I want your mouth on me," Entreri's husky voice came out as a choked sob. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the thought of what the other man was about to do to the assassin. She had done so to Wulfgar only once before, but took no pleasure in the act even though he seemed to rather enjoy in quite immensely. Another rustle of cloth then Entreri let out a hissed, "Yes!"
He groaned, low and husky before he started to pant and whisper. He was much quieter than his bedmate but the sounds he did make were no less arousing. A long sigh drifted up to the woman's ears, soon followed by a few short breaths.
"What is it?" asked the unknown man.
A slight chuckle, "Your mouth and tongue are too talented, I fear I am too close."
"So let me swallow you," puzzlement showed through the walls.
"No," came the very serious reply.
"Why?" his lover sounded even more confused.
"Because I want you inside of me," the whisper was so low that Cattie-Brie barely caught the words.
"What?" the other man gasped, "You've never... before... I've never... " he seemed like he was lost for words.
"Shh, baby," Entreri's voice held all the tenderness in the world, "I know you've never taken anyone before, but I want you to take me. I want to feel you inside of me."
"Artemis I don't –" his statement was cut off, the rest of his words muffled by a kiss.
After a short time later she heard the assassin's voice once more, "It's alright; I'll talk you through it."
More rustling and the sound of a draw opening the closing, the wood slightly creaking as if it was well used. A slight hiss made her grip her blanket about her.
"Are you ok?" the assassin's lover sounded concerned.
"Yes," Entreri's voice was forced, like it was too much for time to talk. "More," he demanded.
This hiss turned into a groan with was cut into a cry. "Right... there... " he panted. Then a slap of skin against skin, "Enough, I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" he lover once more asked. There was no verbal answer, only sounds that she could imagine what she wanted of them.
A strangled cry broke the silence, so distorted that she didn't know who it came from followed by a harsh groan.
"By the heavens, you're so tight," musical tones harshly whispered.
"Damn elf! Just move!" Entreri all but yelled right before the bed started to creek followed by hisses that broke into another strangled cry. "Right there, baby," the assassin's voice was husky and cracked.
The creaking of the bed grew louder and closer together, but above that was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the amazing noises that came from Artemis' mouth. He cried, he moaned, then he did something Cattie-Brie thought he was incapable of doing. He started to beg. He begged his lover to go faster, to go harder and the clamor coming from the room, the other man was all too happy to oblige, causing the headboard to bang against the wall.
Soon both of them were moaning and groaning and making every carnal sound there was to make before crying out together and falling into silence.
That's when the woman noticed that she was breathing hard and sweating. She cursed herself, feeling like a fool and a pervert as she gathered herself together before quickly running back to her bed. She harshly pulled her blanket over her head and squeezed her eyes shut tightly, rolling over on her side, her back facing the wall to Entreri's room. She gripped her covers in tight fist, trying her damnedest to drown out the sounds from her memory.
The next morning she found herself in the common room, picking at her food and every once in a while sipping her water. Lost in her thoughts as she was she didn't notice she had a guest until the chair opposite of her was pulled out and a bare foot placed upon the table top. Her eyes snapped up from her plate of untouched food to stare at the man, taking in his appearance with a hot blush on her cheeks.
His dark hair was sleep mussed and his black silk shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, completely unbuttoned, showing the world his tightly compacted chest and torso. "Good morning, Cattie-Brie," he said, even though no smirk touched his face it rang clearly in his voice.
She nodded at him, noting, with much embarrassment, the love bite that could be clearly seen on his smooth neck. A few light scratches dotted on his right pectoral while the other sported another love mark. "Rough night?" she asked, once more looking down at her food.
That's when he smiled and adjusted in his seat, hooking one thumb in the waist band of his black britches and tugging them down slightly so she could see more marks and bites low on his hip. "You should know," he answered before standing up and walking to the bar. He grinned at her over his shoulder as he picked up to breakfast plates and walked up the steps with all the grace of a feline.
Artemis softly shut the door, knowing that the drow was most likely awake, but still not wanting to disturb him. He set the trays of food down on the small table and dropped his shirt before sliding under the covers behind his elfin love.
As he pressed himself against the length of the other's body he felt himself grow hard. Just the sight of the black skinned ranger made him hot and bothered. He wanted to lock him away and never let another soul ever touch him. He smiled as Drizzt let out a small purr and relaxed into the assassin's embrace, sighing as the human's skilled fingers danced upon his chest and played across his hip.
Artemis placed tender kisses on the ebony skin of his love's shoulders, lightly licking off the salty sweat that had dried upon his body from last night. Hearing no protests of lack of sleep from the elf, he quickly freed himself from the suede cloth that covered his hips and pulled himself out in record time. He reached for the vial of oil discarded near the pillows and coated his hand before rubbing the liquid onto his hardness with a stifled moan.
Drizzt pressed his bottom against him, as if he knew what Entreri was doing all along. Artemis sighed and reached around the drow's hip, more than eager to coax his elf into full hardness only to find the ranger more than ready. "You're already hard," he whispered in the beautiful creature's ear, taking time to lick his way down from the tip and taking the lobe between his lips.
Drizzt's only answer was a sigh as he lifted his leg and draped in over Artemis', his knee slightly bent. The assassin once more placed an open mouth kiss upon the ranger's shoulder before gripping his dark hip, slowly sliding his oil slicked length inside of the drow's body. His eyes rolled shut and he fought the urge to cry or pass out, from the sensations of the other's inner walls gripping him, he didn't know which to do. No matter how many times he had taken the elf in the past he was always so incredibly tight and felt so amazingly heavenly. Artemis knew that the beautiful drow had ruined him for any other bedmate.
Only once before had he taken someone else to his bed after he had first lain with the elf. The end results were tragically embarrassing. The assassin was forced to take his release from his own hand with images of violet eyes and black skin playing across his mind. Now the only one he shared his body with was the elf, the thought of another touching him made his skin crawl and the picture of another touching Drizzt made his blood boil in rage
And Drizzt needed to know, without a doubt, who he belonged to.
"You are mine, Do'Urden," he hissed when he was finally sheathed completely inside of the drow.
The only answer he got was a long contented purr.
Artemis almost entirely pulled himself out before slowly thrusting back in once more, "Say it!"
Drizzt moaned and arched his back.
The assassin's fingers gripped onto his hip hard enough to leave marks upon the darkness of his skin, "No one else can have you. No one else can touch you. Say it, damn you," he harshly whispered, he voice never wavering as he began to move. He reached around the elf's body, taking his weeping sex into a sword callused hand, gripping it with the times of his thrusts.
"I'm yours," Drizzt gasped in utter rapture. "No one can have me but you," he continued, moaning as Artemis hit his sweet spot again and again, his hand running up and down his length. "No one can touch me but you," his back arched in desire, "Artemis."
Drizzt's orgasm caught him by surprise; he came hard and fast, covering the assassin's hand with his release. He heard Artemis let out scream that was muffled in between his shoulders as the human emptied himself into his elf. He quickly reached a hand back to grip the human's backside, pulling him in close to keep the softening erection inside of him. "Don't move," he whispered, "I still want to feel you in me." Then the drow chuckled, "Couldn't you have gotten out of your pants?"
Artemis tasted the delicious skin of Drizzt's neck. "No," he whispered back, his voice holding just a tint of tenderness, "I wanted you too much."
The afternoon found Drizzt and Cattie-Brie back on the road. Her drow friend was strangely quiet, as if he was lost in his own thoughts and moving much slower than normal.
"Are ye ok, me friend?" she asked, slightly concerned over his behavior.
He blinked and regarded her, "Yes, just a little sore."
She gave him a curious look, "You were locked in ye room all morning. What were ye doin'?"
He gave her a shrug, not wanting to admit that he was indeed not locked in his room, but someone else's, "Just honing my skills. I fear that I worked to hard," he offered her a smile. He hated lying to her, yet she would never understand the reason why he was so uncomfortable with walking was because he was not yet used to having his legs closed after them being spread for so long.
How many times had they lain together since last night? The Goddess knows that he didn't. The thought brought a smile to his face and a familiar ache to his lower stomach. Despite his aches and pains he only wished that he could turn back to the inn and have one last roll around in the sheets with the assassin. Never mind that they already had their good-bye fun around an hour ago, he still wanted more.
Untold Confessions
The water was cool beneath his knees, the sand from the bank digging into his pale skin as he leaned over to lick a long line down his partner's back. Muscles rippled under his skin, jerking and twitching when he applied his teeth to the long scar that ran from shoulder to opposite hip. His hands moved from the other's hips sword callused fingers dancing and digging into the dark ebony stopping only the touch the long strands of white that seemed to glow in the full light of the moon.
"What's with you tonight?" came the soft question.
Entreri frowned and caught Drizzt's gaze from where the drow was looking over his shoulder to at him, confusion dancing in his lavender eyes. "What do you mean? Nothing is 'with me' as you so eloquently put it."
The drow just sighed and shook his head, the white hair falling from his fingers, "Nevermind," he muttered back, his chest hitching at the sound of the other's answering sigh.
"Just thinking," the assassin answered, taking his weight off of his knees to lay down next his drow, shifting so he was resting on his side, arms wrapped around the elf and one leg thrown over him. The sand was uncomfortable, he didn't understand how Drizzt could stand laying on his stomach in the stuff. The thought alone made him cringe.
The ranger's head was resting in his bent arms, facing him, hair hanging in the way, "About wha...?" he asked, trailing off when Entreri reached up and tucked those wayward strands behind his ear. "Are you sure nothing is wrong?" he changed his question.
Entreri's lips twitched, a ghost of a smile, "Everything is fine, baby," he answered, lifting his head to brush his lips upon the elf's temple.
He squirmed uncomfortably under the human and frowned, wiggling his way out of the embrace kneeling down, that perfectly round bum resting on his crossed ankles. Violet eyes stared down at him, "Stop!" the elf said, his voice such an ice cold that it took Entreri's breath away. "Stop it," he said again before he had a chance to reply. "Stop looking at me like that. Stop touching me the way you have been. Stop acting like..." he trailed off and gave a frustrated huff, leaving the rest of his words unsaid, but they still hung in the air.
...stop acting like you care...
Drizzt stood quickly, moving quickly into the water to wash the sand and all evidence of what had just gone on away.
Because it breaks my heart when I know you really don't...
Entreri moved to follow but a slim hand was held up, the darkness of the other's skin nearly lost in the night, "Don't," the words were spoken so softly that he almost didn't heard them, "Just go back before the others start to wonder where we went."
Now it was the assassin turn to get mad, "So worried that your precious Cattie-Bri might find you with me?" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Gods forbid she should find out that you are not so perfect for her after all!"
Drizzt turned, water splashing around him, "What of you!" he hissed back, his mind screaming for him to stop, to not fight when they had so little time together, but he was the one who had started it all. He was not going to let Entreri have the last word, "She can't even look at you without blushing! What did you do to her to make her that way?"
Entreri was thunderstruck, at a complete lost for words as the drow continued on.
"Even when you speak, the little that you do when everyone is near, she hides her face! Her hands clench like she's fighting off something and she looks at you when she thinks no one is paying attention! These little glances that she gives you with her eyes slightly dazed." He paused and took a deep breath eyes flashing and fist clenched at his sides, "What did you with her that has her practically drooling at your feet when before she couldn't even stand the thought of you?"
Entreri blinked, "You think that I -"
"Stop it! I don't want to know! I don't care! Just leave!" he practically shouted, turning his back once more to the human.
...just leave...The assassin hissed, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on him with angry jerks, "Fine! Be an ass. I was wondering when... " he sighed, "whatever, do as you please." And he left, his soft footsteps fading in the darkness of the night forest.
...please...
Drizzt sank to his knees, his hand digging into the dirt resting at the bottom of the small lake his other hand gripping his arm, refusing to hug himself.
...when did you become so stupid, Do'Urden?
All this had gone so terribly wrong. It was supposed to be fun, take a roll around every now and then. But Entreri had started to sneak into Mithral Hall when the time that hadn't seen other grew too long. Entreri had started to treat him differently, soft brushes upon his skin that made his heart flutter instead of constant bruising grips. Tender kisses that made his knees weak from the shear intensity of them instead of lashing tongues. He stood closer to him now, even when Cattie-Bri and Jarlaxle where around, his hidden fingers brushing upon his own. Those touches made him blush more than any pillow talk Entreri had given him in the past.
The fierceness of the sex between them was still there, but somehow there was something just more to it. The hands gripping him with such possessiveness that it took the elf's breath away. And when it wasn't so brutally delicious it was heartbreakingly sweet. The soft kisses upon his skin, the feather light touches around his sensitive spots and the slow slide of their bodies almost brought tears to his eyes. He hated those moments, hated it when the assassin was sweet because Drizzt knew that he meant none of it.
And Drizzt did.
Drizzt cared so much for the other man that it was suffocating.
Entreri paused and took a deep breath trying to calm himself and school his features before he entered the camp that the four of them had set up for the night. He should just pack up and leave, like Drizzt had told him to, like the dark elf had wanted. Just leave the three of them together and he was sure as the sun would rise that Jarlaxle would find him if need be. It seemed impossible that he could ever get away from the bald elf.
With another deep breath he entered the camp sight, eyeing the red-haired human and her mercenary companion, both of them slightly crouched down with swords at the ready.
He blinked once, and instead of giving voice to his question he raised one dark eyebrow.
Jarlaxle sighed and relaxed, he shoulders slumping and placing his sword back in it's sheath with more force that was necessary. "I should be asking you that question," he stated, ignoring Cattie-Bri's look of confusion, "We heard you approach, you sounded like a troop of wild vicious orcs heading right towards us."
"Yes, well," he replied, "I thought that I would give you two a fair warning. I didn't want to catch you with your pants down."
The human woman blushed at this, "We weren't -" she looked directly at Entreri when she tried to explain.
He let out a quick huff of breath, "Don't," he cut her off, "I really couldn't care less of where your twat has been. Just keep it away from me."
The reactions of the other two were the same, though for completely different reasons.
Cattie-Bri's eyes widened.
So did Jarlaxle's.
And as the woman looked like she was going to explode in a shear fit of rage, the dark elf double over, arms wrapped around his waist as his mirth filled the night sky.
"You know," Jarlaxle said between his huffing and quite snorting, trying to calm himself down, "it's good for you."
Entreri's eyes narrowed dangerously, "You know," he shot back, "you should mind your own damn business."
The dark elf immediately sobered up, "Trouble?"
"No," the other man hissed between his clenched teeth.
In return Jarlaxle cocked his head to the side and raised one thin white brow, "Really?"
Cattie-Bri looked between the two of them, "What's goin' on?" she asked, very, very confused.
"Nothing," they both stated at the same time. Though Jarlaxle sing-songed it and Entreri hissed the word out like a vile curse.
The assassin shot one more glare at the two of them before walking over to his bedroll and grabbing his pack, practically ripping a new opening in it as he tried to untie it. And when one of the strong leather ties snapped in his fingers he threw the blasted thing back to the ground, giving it a solid kick for good measure. He ran his fingers through his hair before sitting down cross-legged on his bed roll in defeat.
His rage, something that seemed to be the only constant companion his entire life, was quickly leaving him. He tried to grasp onto it, to hold it tight and close to him but it expertly eluded him. He heart was pounding rapidly in his chest and he breath was coming out in short pants.
Calm. He had to calm himself down, but what Drizzt had said back in the forest, what Drizzt had implied. He didn't want what they had to come to an end. The elf had to know how the assassin felt about him, right? Didn't Drizzt know that what had happened a tenday ago was not something that he had let anyone have before? Entreri wasn't a virgin by any means, but he had never let someone take him before. That had been done against his will when he was still small and weak.
A very sensitive issue for the assassin, and he had trusted the drow completely.
So caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even register that Jarlaxle had sat down beside him until he spoke, his voice low and serious, not something that happened often. "You know," he said, looking down at his hands before glancing at the moody human, "you don't have to say anything. But part of being together is fighting. And regardless how different you two are, the both of you are so very similar that you seem to be cut from the same cloth."
It was Entreri's turn to look to his pale sword callused hands. He didn't say anything, he never really had to with the dark elf mercenary.
"I know it's very difficult for you to trust someone, and when that someone has your trust one mistake will break the whole," he continued, voice still low so only he could hear the words. "But the mistakes that he makes are because I believe that he cares for you, and is absolutely terrified of it. He is just as new to these things are you are, remember."
Entreri took a deep breath, "He told me to leave. I should just pack and go. You'll find me if you need me, you always do." He sounded tired, even in his own ears.
"My friend," Jarlaxle laid a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze, "I am sure that he did not mean that for you to leave, leave, but just to come back here so that he could have time to himself for a bit."
The assassin shook his head, "No," he protested then gave a snort of disbelief, "he thinks that I have done something with..." He trailed off and looked to the red-haired woman, now sitting by the fire and looking at them with open curiosity. When she noticed that both of them where watching her, she flushed in embarrassment and looked out into the darkened trees.
"Oh," the drow said, "Well, have you?"
Entreri looked appalled at the thought.
"Guess not," Jarlaxle chuckled.
As if coming to his senses the assassin glared at the bald elf, "Done fishing for information?"
Jarlaxle sighed and stood, "Regardless of what you may think, Artemis, I do care if you are happy or not." With neither another word nor even a glance back to him, the drow once more sat by Cattie-Bri at the fire.
Entreri let out his own sigh and fell back onto his bed roll, wishing for the first time in years for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
He didn't remember closing his eyes, but at some point it had to have happened, because when he turned his head, the camp fire was out and the Human-Beast and Jarlaxle were tucked away in their own bed rolls. Sleeping peacefully no doubt, he thought, fucking bastards. Those two didn't have a care in the world, though he was mildly disappointed when he realized that the Beast was not snoring. It would have put a light on his foul mood if she made the noise of a cow while dreaming her little pee-brained dreams.
He rolled over on to his side, facing away from the others and closing his eyes once more, trying to will himself back to sleep.
"Artemis?" came the whispered question, drifting through the trees as Drizzt came into view. His white hair reflecting all the colors of the moon. "Are you awake?"
Entreri once more rolled to his back and sat up, letting the ranger know without words that he was, indeed, awake.
"It's your turn for watch," came that whisper again, so sad and heart-wrenching that Entreri wanted to give up everything to not hear it again. The elf started for his own bed roll, pausing when he noticed that he would have to pass by the other man to get to it. He took a deep breath and sealed his courage, his hands going to fists.
Entreri reached up and grabbed onto the elf's wrist as he passed by, "Drizzt," he whispered back, "I know that..." he trailed off, not knowing what to say, for the first time hating that he was, as always, horrible with words. "Look," he started again, "believe me when I say that I did not, and will ever not, touch her."
The drow's shoulders slumped, breath leaving him in a whoosh and he wanted with all of his heart to sit next to the cold hearted man that he had somehow came to care about. "I know," he hung his head and shook his arm free of the assassin's grip, moving once more to his bed roll.
The dark-haired man stood and sighed, pulling on boots that he didn't remember taking off before looking around and locating his cloak. It was folded neatly and resting on the top of his pack, lying close to where his head was. A wave of irritation welled up in inside of him when he realized that someone had to have taken his boots and cloak off of him while he slept and he didn't even notice.
It couldn't have been Jarlaxle; the mercenary would have awoken him and teased relentlessly about Entreri being so old and lazy that he couldn't even get out of his clothes in time to fall asleep. Cattie-Bri couldn't get within ten feet of him without his skin breaking out in goose pimples from disgust, much as less trying to de-robe him while he was lost to the realm of dreams.
That only left Drizzt.
Which made sense.
Do'Urden was the only one that he was more than comfortable enough to be completely at ease in his presence. Even asleep the moody human trusted Drizzt Do'Urden with his entire soul. Not that he would ever admit to it out loud, but actions are supposed to speak louder than any words, right? So what was the reason why the ranger didn't know how he felt about him?
Entreri looked to the drow, his back turned to him as he lay there and the assassin knew him well enough to know that the elf was not asleep. "Well," he whispered to the prone drow, "you know where to find me if you need the company."
And with that Artemis Entreri walked into the night.
The assassin sat on a damp fallen log, staring out into the darkness and pulling his traveling cloak tight around him. It wasn't that cold of a night, regardless, the battle harden man shivered. Perhaps he had been sitting too long and by the look of the night sky, the half-full moon hanging onto the millions of stars, his shift was soon to be over.
Yet he found himself not wanting to go back to the others, he'd have to wake the Human-Beast. That thought brought a rare smile to his face; perhaps he should throw rocks at her until she woke. Aiming for her vile head, of course.
He closed his eyes and sighed, knowing that someone was approaching him, feeling with all his soul that Drizzt had finally given up on sleeping and was coming to sit with him.
In the span of a few heartbeats, Entreri was not disappointed as the drow took a seat next to him, drawing half of a small blanket around his shoulders. The other half still occupied by the elf. He sighed again and pulled his end closer to him, to burrow deeper into the worn fabric that was warm from the other's body.
Drizzt answered his sigh with one of his own before laying his head upon the assassin shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not wanting to break the peaceful sounds of the calm evening.
Entreri turned and kissed the top of the elf's head, taking in his scent of woods and rain, "I know," he whispered back into his hair.
The ranger tilted his head back to look him in the eyes, and now, just like before and always, Entreri was caught off guard at how incredibly beautiful Drizzt Do'Urden really was. The drow smiled and moved towards him, while the assassin met him half way to the kiss.
He caught the elf's bottom lip in his own, gently sucking it into his mouth before bearing his teeth to nibble on the soft flesh. His hand dropped his corner of his blanket to cup the ebony skin of the other's check and run fingers through his hair.
Drizzt let out a small groan, his mouth falling open wider and allowing Entreri's talented tongue to come and play with his own.
And play it did.
Entreri kissed him like he had never kissed him before, all tongue, lips, and teeth, but yet still so gentle. He kissed him like he was a dying man and the only thing that was keeping him breathing was the dark elf ranger. That wet appendage tangled with his own, drawing it into his own mouth before wrapping lips around it and sucking, dragging teeth as he pulled away.
The drow groaned again, his hands fisted tightly on the collar of the human's shirt and dark traveling cloak. His face flushing and all blood rushing south as, after only one very short breath, lips once more descended on his own.
"Artemis," Drizzt gasped between hot kisses, "I lo-"
Entreri nodded, "I know, baby," he said, not giving the elf anymore room to talk, "Me too."
