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Two for One Faerie Fire Special	By : Shadowgirl1 Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 2804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lust

Artemis Entreri.
A human.
A man.
A creature that I am attracted to’
If it were all a matter of love, maybe my heart wouldn’t feel so bleak to consider the prospect that I lust after him. I am better than that.
I will not be slave to the desires that the drow society adheres to in the Underdark. I will love a person for all that they are and not for their body.
Yet’
‘I cannot deny these urgings.
I’ve tried to rationalize when these feelings first began. Was it when he looked at me with hate in his eyes? When I saw something beyond that hate? Was it a flicker of passion? Of humanity? Is it because I wonder what Jarlaxle is doing to him right now? Why he stays so loyally by his side? Am I jealous?
Or, am I afraid?
Perhaps my fear is that it is all of the above.
I know in my heart that if Artemis Entreri made a move toward me, I would be unable to resist. Would I trust that move? No. Would I accept that move? Yes.
--Drizzt Do’Urden

The assassin nearly dropped the parchment to the floor.
Was this a clever ruse by Jarlaxle? One of his twisted games?
He felt himself harden at the possibility and he almost crushed the paper. His own desires were betraying him and that loss of control nearly caused him to leave evidence of his presence. He carefully placed the paper where he found it and made his way to the window to keep an eye on the alley. The fact that this was Do’Urden’s room surprised him.
Artemis Entreri did not like being surprised, even if it was Jarlaxle’s idea of a sick joke.
This was the best room to keep an eye on the dealings of the former Pasha’s kinsmen. Unfortunately for him, their dealings were dwindling as the sun set and he had lingered in the room for longer than he liked.
As his hand went for the door, the handle rustled and Entreri flattened himself against the wall as the door swung open. Long ivory hair and ebony skin met his eyes.
So, this IS one of Jarlaxle’s twisted games’I just did not anticipate the type of game.
Do’Urden narrowed his eyes as his gaze surveyed the room. Hands went to scimitars and wielded them with purpose, but a dagger at his throat deterred any intention of actually using them.
‘Calm down, I’m not here to hurt you,’ Entreri said.
Do’Urden set his jaw as he took in his opponent’s position. ‘The dagger at my throat suggests otherwise.’
‘Your raised scimitars suggest something as well,’ Entreri said moving his gaze downward.
Drizzt’s stance faltered a little. He didn’t mean- No, he couldn’t have’
Sigh. I’ve been around Jarlaxle for too long. ‘Listen, I was just on my way out,’ Entreri said. ‘I’ll go my way and you go yours.’
‘Fine,’ Drizzt replied. ‘On the count of three we’ll drop our weapons. I’ll step back and you go out the door.’
‘Right.’
‘One, two, three.’
Entreri pulled back and dodged the scimitar aimed for his head. He parried the blow, disarming both himself and the drow. He only managed to do the latter because the door mysteriously was shoved open into the two of them.
‘Oh! Sorry! Wrong room!’
That voice sounded familiar’
Drizzt yelped at the unexpectant level of magic at the door and fell, grabbing onto Entreri’s cloak for support.
The assassin grunted and fell onto the drow, landing hard across his chest.
‘Get off!’
Entreri blinked back a tangle of white from his eyes and glared down at the drow, the darkest of twinkles in his eyes. ‘Make. Me.’
Drizzt stared in shock at the human, his breathing quickening a little. He could feel a hardness pressed against his own and he yearned for their bare skin to touch. ‘Is that a challenge?’
‘It’s an invitation.’ Entreri was taken aback by his own words and the lavender flames that lit to life in the drow’s eyes. He ‘ommfed’ as he was pinned to the ground, that damnable hair tickling his neck as Drizzt’s nose nearly met his own.
Drizzt’s breathing quickened as he watched a bead of sweat trickle down the assassin’s chest. He’d never felt such need before. But, what if it was a spell? A trick? A set up?
The assassin watched the drow pause and growled at the thought of being ignored. He lifted his head and pressed his lips roughly against Drizzt’s, demanding his attention as their teeth clicked against each other. He tasted blood as his tongue probed deeper.
Any questions of doubt slipped from Drizzt’s mind as he leaned against the assassin, his tongue meeting Entreri’s for a moistened parry. His hand trailed down to Entreri’s waist, dexterous fingers tickling the hem of his pants until they grew bold enough to squeeze lower.
Entreri arched in surprise, he was slowly finding that he could get used to surprises, and moaned into Drizzt’s mouth, feeling the drow harden in reply against his leg. A hand reached underneath his pants and met flesh, palming it slowly as kisses deepened. When the hand felt wetness it pulled back and Entreri took the opportunity to straddle the drow, hurriedly undoing Drizzt’s breeches. Those hands, however, returned and yanked down his pants as he worked.
In a swift movement Drizzt pushed forward and lifted the assassin, much to his chagrined dismay, placing him onto the bed.
‘Was that a pout?’ Drizzt couldn’t help but laugh at Entreri’s predicament.
‘Artemis Entreri does not pout.’
Drizzt placed two of his fingers in his mouth, chuckling around them before he gently inserted them into Entreri. The assassin writhed at his touch, not noticing the drow coating his dark length with the oil he used for his scimitars.
Entreri cried out as Drizzt thrust into him. He had half-expected the drow to be dry and his breathing calmed as Drizzt smiled reassuringly. The assassin moved forward to encourage him and the drow complied. He began slowly at first, taking pleasure in the way Entreri’s eyelids fluttered each time he pressed a little deeper.
Drizzt leaned forward and kissed the assassin’s neck, tasting each groan. He met the assassin’s lips again.
Entreri tasted salt on the drow’s lips and opened his eyes when he suddenly pulled away. The thrusts became more insistent and Entreri met them as best as he good, but he was no match to the older drow. Every time he came close to release, the drow pulled back and he tried to rise up, only to be pushed back down. It also didn’t help that the drow had a very firm grip elsewhere.
‘Ready?’
Through gritted teeth, ‘do it!’
Drizzt gave one final thrust and grunted as he released into the human. Letting go of the assassin he heard him gasp in response and felt a stickiness on his chest. He rolled to his back and laid next to the assassin, giving his vision time to refocus.
Entreri panted as the final throbs rescinded and moisture trickled onto the bedspread. They laid there in silence for several moments until Entreri stood, buckled his pants, tied his shirt, and replaced his weapons.
Drizzt watched him from the bed, making no effort to put his clothes back on.
‘I should be going.’
Drizzt watched him head to the door. ‘You’ll be back.’
Entreri paused.
Drizzt watched him regain his composure and leave the room. He stretched and rolled onto his side, licking his lips to taste the assassin again. With a murmur, ‘he’ll be back.’
Entreri quietly made his way back into Jarlaxle’s hideout and into his room. He winced a little as he sat, sighing in relief that he managed to avoid Jarlaxle.
‘So, how was it?’
That relief was swiftly shattered. ‘Get out.’
Jarlaxle chuckled. ‘Were you the top or bottom?’
‘That’s none of your business,’ Entreri snapped.
‘Ohhh’I see,’ Jarlaxle sat beside him. ‘You were the bottom. Not that you’re complaining of course, but still you like to feel dominant.’
Entreri didn’t dignify the drow with an answer, until the drow met his lips with a bruising kiss. He pulled away, ‘what the hells are you doing?!’ He watched in shock as the drow started undoing his pants.
Jarlaxle shed his clothing and posed a little, taking great pleasure in the assassin’s hungry stare. ‘Don’t tell me you’re tired. That would be a pity,’ he sidled against the human, practically purring into his ear, ‘especially since I’m going to let you work off your frustration.’ He playfully nibbled the assassin’s ear, delighting in his shiver.
‘Are you serious?’
Jarlaxle smirked and murmured an incantation, causing Entreri’s clothes to melt away into a pool of thread. He lathered his hands and quickly grabbed Entreri, eliciting a startled gasp. ‘Does this answer your question?’
Entreri glowered, an action which only seemed to excite the mercenary leader and an action that faltered as Jarlaxle’s palms coated his length.
Jarlaxle pulled the assassin onto the bed and wrapped his legs around him. ‘Enter me.’
The human stared, ‘what?’
‘You heard me,’ Jarlaxle said with an encouraging buck forward. ‘Now hurry up before I change my mind.’
Entreri swallowed and nudged forward. He was one to follow orders and one not to let an opportunity pass him by. His eyes narrowed with lust and he plunged forward, smirking a little at Jarlaxle’s surprised expression. My, how the tables have turned.
Jarlaxle suppressed a chuckle and exhaled raggedly as the human drove into him. He squeezed his thighs together to encourage the human’s raw passion. Entreri had a lot of rage and frustration and to Jarlaxle, those made for a healing sexual experience. He let Entreri gain his release, holding back his own. As the assassin wavered in a state of bliss he turned to the human to his stomach and pinned him into place.
‘My turn.’
His mouth muffled against a pillow, ‘what?!’
My, how the tables have turned.
Jarlaxle coated himself thoroughly and entered fast, returning the vigor that Entreri just exhibited. He knew that he was drawing blood, that Entreri would be sore tomorrow, but he also knew that the human enjoyed it far more than he would ever admit.
In all his times with Entreri, he had never allowed himself to release. Tonight however, he was going to make an exception. He stopped his thrusting and gently turned the assassin to face him, keeping himself firmly within Entreri’s body.
‘Brace yourself, Artemis.’
Jarlaxle thrust deeper. He had prepared the area and knew exactly where to press. He watched the assassin flush and with a few quick thrusts he felt Entreri tremble. Muttering a spell under his breath a burst of magic exploded between them and they were able to feel each other’s orgasms.
Entreri’s yell echoed in the room and he passed out into a haze of pleasure.
Jarlaxle collapsed on top of him, smiling at the dizzying bliss. He would forever remember the look on Entreri’s face’it was a look he wanted to see over and over again.
‘I’ll have to be careful,’ Jarlaxle said quietly as he pulled out of the human. He carefully cleaned himself and Entreri off. ‘I may become addicted to him.’ He pulled the blanket over their bodies and drew Entreri close. He pressed his lips against the assassin’s forehead and chuckled as the human absently nuzzled against him. ‘You can complain and deny this cuddling tomorrow, Artemis,’ Jarlaxle whispered, ‘but for tonight, you’re all mine.’
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Author’s Note: An LJ friend made a birthday fic request for some pairings, so I happily obliged. First time I wrote these particular pairings in the same fic, so I hope you enjoyed!
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