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“We really ought to stop meeting like this.”
His back was against the door, Entreri pinning him to it with one arm across his chest, face inches from his own. The second he had stepped into the room the assassin had been upon him.
“That,” Artemis growled, “would prove easier if you would stop involving yourself in my business.”
“Stop making your business things I must get involved in.”
“Did you come here to lecture me?”
The arm dropped from his chest so that Entreri could impose further into his space, one palm hitting the door inches from his head. Already Drizzt's pulse was racing, hot flutters of anticipation prickling his skin. He met Entreri’s piercing gaze with a bold stare of his own.
“Are you going to stop me?” he asked.
“Are you going to stop me?” Artemis replied, leaning in closer. “Tell me, drow – do you want to stop me?”
“That depends,” his breath began to quicken as Entreri’s lips ghosted just shy of his jaw, breath whispering against his skin. “On what exactly you’re planning to do next.”
“I should kill you and have done with it,” Artemis trailed the back of his knuckles down the side of Drizzt's face. His very touch seemed to burn, his words thrumming with threat and desire. Drizzt swallowed.
“I thought you were through with fighting me. That you had put such ideas behind you.”
“You have a way of rekindling them.”
Artemis’ leg had insinuated itself between his own, their bodies pressing flush together. It took more self-control than he was willing to admit not just start grinding against it. Instead he slid his hand between them, cupping his palm over the evident excitement between Entreri’s own legs.
“Not the only thing I kindle in you though, is it?”
Artemis pressed into his hand and tangled his fingers into Drizzt's hair, yanking the drows head to one side, exposing his neck. His heavy breath was fever-hot against Drizzt's skin where his mouth hovered above it, not quite touching, and Drizzt found himself arching up, aching for contact. Entreri did not oblige him.
“What do you want?” Entreri’s voice was rough and low in Drizzt's ear. He drew back, enough to look him in the eyes again, tightened his grip and tugged Drizzt’s hair again. “What do you want?”
“What do you think?” Drizzt growled and all restraint fled. He lunged forwards, ignoring the sting as his hair pulled free, and grabbed Entreri’s face, crushing their mouths together. It could barely have been called a kiss, just a mess of lips and teeth and tongue, all lust and no finesse. Drizzt's world became a staggering, stumbling, panting mess as he pushed Entreri back and the two of them clattered across the room. A chair toppled over, then something – several something's – tumbled off the top of the dresser. Cloaks, weapons, belts – all thudded to the ground in a zig-zag path from the door to the bed. Hands shoved beneath shirts, tore at buttons and laces and fastenings; all the while their lips scarcely parted save for brief intakes of hot, harried breath.
The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he caught a brief flash of Entreri’s smirk before he was shoved unceremoniously onto it. He kicked his boots off, not caring where they landed, as Entreri pulled his shirt over his head. Drizzt reached for the well-muscled torso, wanting to grab him, touch him, have him.
“So impatient,” Entreri’s voice was thick with lust and the sound of it sent a bolt of heat straight to Drizzt’s cock. Hands slid up his legs, thumbs hitting the juncture of his thighs and very pointedly not touching what so desperately needed to be touched. They slid up and over his hips, then his sides, firm and rough and warm as they pushed his shirt up. The bed creaked as it adjusted to their weight and Drizzt wondered briefly if it would survive the evening’s activities.
The rest of their clothing soon joined the rest scattered on the floor and they tangled together, not fighting but near to it as each took his turn to be the one pinned to the bed before turning the tables on the other. At times Drizzt felt he forgot where he ended and Entreri began. A mouth at his neck, at his chest – and hands everywhere all at once except the place he craved. On purpose, of course, because Entreri liked to torment his prey.
“Touch me,” he growled against Entreri’s throat. The assassin laughed, so Drizzt bit him. The laugh turned to a gasp and a sound of annoyance, and suddenly he found his arms pinned above his head.
“Ask nicely,” Entreri said. Drizzt glared up at him, rolling his hips up but not achieving much. Entreri’s hands tightened around his wrists. “I said, ask nicely.”
“Entreri--”
“You came to me,” Artemis said. “Again. You want this.” Hands squeezed about Drizzt's wrists and his chest fluttered, the innate nervousness of restraint flavoured darkly with desire. “And if you want it, you can at the least ask for it. Of the two of us, you’re the one with better manners.”
“Please,” Drizzt ground out, still glaring at him.
“Please what?”
Oh, he was enjoying this far too much. Drizzt would have to find a way to wipe that smug look off his face. Later, though. Right now…
“Please will you touch my damned cock before I lose my mind!”
A grin flashed across Artemis’ face.
“Good boy.”
Something danced through Drizzt at those two words but before he had the chance to think anything more about it there was at last a hand around his cock and his head fell back with a groan. He let his eyes close, enjoying the sensation and not paying much attention to where Artemis was shifting his weight around – at least until he felt something cool and slippery slide over his entrance, followed by something decidedly less cool and a lot firmer. He must have made a noise that concerned Entreri, for the stroking hand slowed, became almost gentle.
“Calm, calm,” he purred, moving up briefly to press a kiss to Drizzt's mouth that started soft and ended with a wicked bite to his lower lip. “Is this not what you wanted?”
Drizzt's reply was to push his hips up into both of Entreri’s hands. Artemis smiled, working his fingers slow and steady. Always so patient, willing to wait for the perfect time to strike, to find just...the right...opening.
“Such a look on your face,” he breathed, crooking his fingers up and drawing a moan from the drow. “Almost enough to forgive you for interfering in my affairs again.”
“Almost?”
“Mmm,” a thumb rolled over the tip of his cock, leisurely wet circles. “Do you want me to forgive you? Do you want to be in higher regard in my life?”
He should reply. Some retort, so as not to allow Entreri the upper hand. There was too much heat in his head.
“The noble hero wants to be thought better of by the gutter assassin,” Entreri dragged his fingers out, slow. “How...entertaining.”
Drizzt managed to pull himself together enough to look Artemis directly in the eyes as he spoke.
“The noble hero wants to be fucked by the gutter assassin.” He took a breath. “Please.”
As if that was what he had been waiting for, Entreri exploded into motion. Drizzt found himself face down on the bed, one hand solid on his back, keeping him there. More lubricant slid over his ass, too much, dripping down his inner thigh. The last time they had done this Entreri had used far too little and the encounter had ended prematurely with both parties decidedly unsatisfied. Now he seemed determined that tonight would not end the same.
Minutes blurred together as fingers worked him open, Entreri’s free hand alternately stroking his cock, the inside of his thigh, the line of his waist. In the midst of the haze of pleasure – at last! - he felt the head of Entreri’s cock pressing into him. He groaned, hands curling into fists at the sensation. Then there was more lubricant, more pressure, a hot hard slide and Entreri was inside of him. The human bent over him, along his back, dragging his tongue up his spine.
The weight of Entreri atop him, pressing him into the bed, was somehow a glorious thing. Their pulses seemed to beat in time as the moment stretched out. A press of lips to his neck, a scrape of teeth against the muscle where it met his shoulder.
“Ready?”
He rocked his hips back in response, drawing a pleased hum from the assassin. Artemis pulled back a little, set his hands firmly at Drizzt's waist. He started slow, the hard length of him thrusting in, in, in. Drizzt's breath came in stolen gasps, the side of his face pressed against the pillows as Entreri picked up to a faster, harder rhythm. His hips thrust back in time – they had ever been evenly matched, in this as in much else. Entreri’s lips were against his ear, then, hot breath sending shivers down his spine. Teeth at the point, rolling the tip between them, tongue tracing down the length of it – so sensitive, they were! A fact he hadn’t known until Entreri had discovered it, and one which the human now enjoyed taking advantage of. Then a voice purring in his ear, as breathless as he was yet still perfectly in control;
“Yes, that’s good...good boy…”
A slightly strangled sound forced its way out of his throat. Entreri made an interested hum.
“Second time that’s had an effect on you,” he murmured, nipping at Drizzt's earlobe. “You like that, don’t you?”
Of course he’d noticed. Very little escaped his notice, particularly where Drizzt was concerned. Drizzt pressed his face into the bed, not wanting to reply. Entreri’s movements slowed, becoming a frustratingly drawn-out slide. One hand came to Drizzt's neck, fingers curling around his throat, pulling his head back, pressing into his chin and tilting it up.
“Answer me.”
He tried to keep pushing back, to distract Entreri with sensation and encourage him to return to his previous pace. The grip on his neck tightened, just a little.
“Ah, ah,” Artemis said, and now he had stopped completely. “You do want to be a good boy, don’t you?”
He was coming unmoored. The hot jump in his belly was a bright heat, a hollowing wave.
“Yes,” the gasp escaped him without his really having a say in it. “Yes.”
The pressure at his throat was not enough to stop his breath but it was enough to remind him he was breathing. He could feel his heartbeat, frantic, and knew that Entreri felt it too, was enjoying its leap and race. The fingers tensed against his neck, feeling him swallow. He didn’t dare try and look back at Entreri.
“Always full of surprises,” Artemis murmured. His hand slid from Drizzt's throat, seeming to trail lines of fire as it wound its way to his shoulder. Then he was being pushed down harder into the bed, pinned. A muffled cry escaped him as Entreri began to thrust again, deep and agonisingly slow. The hand on his shoulder kept him down, though he knew he could throw it off if he chose. If he wanted to.
“Do as I say, then,” Artemis said, dragging almost out of him before hilting again, hard. “Stay still and let me fuck you.”
He did not whimper, because he was Drizzt Do’Urden, hero of the north and it would take more than the sex-roughened words of one Artemis Entreri to make him whimper. But it must be said that there were not a lot of other words to accurately describe the sound that came out of his mouth. His hands fisted into the tangle of sheets as Artemis began to increase his pace. He bit his lip, biting back the sounds that tried to burst from his throat.
The hand on his shoulder was in his hair. It pulled back, the sharp, pleasant sting eliciting a gasp from him.
“I said stay still, not stay silent,” Entreri said. He gave another tug then let him go, dropping his hand back to take a firmer grasp of Drizzt's hips.
“Then do something worthy of response,” Drizzt shot back. The reward was immediate and he was very nearly shoved through the bed. Wordless sounds of pleasure leapt from his mouth, which must have pleased Entreri because his pace did not slow and if anything grew more intense.
“Much better,” said Artemis. “Always nice to know I’m having an impact on you.”
He snapped his hips hard, eliciting another moan that became a drawn out, semi-staccato thing as he repeated the motion again, again, again. One hand stroked back up Drizzt's back, running the back of his knuckles up the lean muscle. The pad of his thumb stroked softly over the uppermost vertebrae.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he purred. “Such delicious sounds from such a good boy.”
“Hhmn!”
“How sweet to have you under my hand like this, doing just what you’re told,” the knuckles traced to his lower back again, palm spreading out, sliding around his hip, curving under and along his stomach. “Such a pretty, well-behaved drow you are.”
His hand wrapped around Drizzt's cock, and it was like a lightning charge exploded from the base of his spine all the way to the top of his skull. Strokes almost but not quite in time with thrusts – goddess, he was harder than he’d ever been in all his life! It didn’t seem possible for this much pleasure to fit inside one body.
Words spilled from his mouth but he couldn’t have said what they were. All that registered in his mind was Entreri – around him, inside him, whispering to him. Consuming him.
“Good...good,” panting, out of breath himself, not as far gone as Drizzt but sounding close. “Seeing you...having you like this…” a breathy chuckle. “Gods, how I want to ruin you.”
“Is that not what you’re doing right now?” Drizzt managed to reply. The hand on his cock squeezed, thumb rolling over the tip, back and forth and back and oh goddess, please, please-!
The movement stopped and a tight, high noise keened from him. Entreri bit his shoulder.
“No, drow, right now we are simply...playing,” he drew out slow, then began to press back in, one slow hard inch at a time. Drizzt wanted to kill him.
“But,” he continued, hilting himself at last and stopping, pressing himself entirely against Drizzt's back, lips at the drows jaw.
“Since you’ve been such a very, very...”
A mouth at his ear, breath sending almost painful shivers down his neck.
“Good. Boy.”
A roll of hips against his.
“Artemis.”
“I think you deserve a reward.”
Slow hand stroking up, thumb rolling but not. Quite. Touching.
“Please!”
“Since you ask so nicely,” Artemis kissed his neck. And then his hand moved again, his hips moved again and moved and moved and something came loose inside of Drizzt's head. Distantly he was aware that sound was coming out of his mouth – loud enough now, apparently, for Entreri to feel the need to muffle it with his hand. It was a sloppy cover, and suddenly there were fingers in his mouth and what was one to do with fingers in their mouth but suck and lick at them until their owner was groaning in your ear, nonsense sounds intermingled with your own name--
His climax rolled through him like storm waves crashing to shore. All the strength left his body in one white-hot rush, his arms trembling and unable to support his weight any longer. He crumpled to the bed with a weak cry, shivery spasms rocking his limbs, cock still twitching as Entreri’s strokes continued.
“Eno-- enough,” he gasped out. “Enough!”
Entreri stopped. Then both hands were grasping his hips, holding him still, the smack of flesh on flesh almost enough to raise his lust again. Then all at once he was empty and hot wetness painted his back as Entreri finished with a bone-deep groan. Artemis collapsed on top of him, pinning him. He couldn’t breathe properly but at that moment he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Lips on his shoulder. His hair being brushed aside, carefully unpicked from where sweat had pasted it to his skin. Entreri rolled off of him, pulled him over so that they were facing one another. The expression on his face was...unreadable. He started to say something and Drizzt put a finger to his lips.
“Don’t.”
Artemis wrapped a hand around his, and if he was trembling a little it must have been from the exertion. Not looking up, he pressed his lips to Drizzt's knuckles.
“You are good,” he murmured, so quietly Drizzt wasn’t sure he was supposed to have heard it. “Wretchedly so. You should...not keep seeking me out.”
“I thought you wanted to ruin me,” Drizzt whispered.
“What I want and what you need are not the same thing.”
“And you are all-knowing of what I need?” Drizzt hooked an ankle over Entreri’s calf and pulled their legs together. “Life is precious, enjoyments are fleeting. For now, what you want and what I want happen to align. Let that be enough.”
Entreri started to speak again but Drizzt caught whatever the words would have been in a kiss, slow and languid. When they broke apart he did not open his eyes, only rested his forehead against the humans.
“Let it be enough, Artemis,” he said. “Let it be enough.”