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Dreams	By : Aphrael Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 3483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dreams Two: The Chase

He’d found the elf, finally. It had taken all of two months to track the elusive drow down, not surprising considering all the moving around Drizzt did. First it had been Silverymoon. He’d missed his rival by less then a day there. Then it was Luskan. He’d actually been in the city at the same time Drizzt was, but he didn’t know that until it was to late. The drow’s seemingly aimless wanderings had led him to Mirabar next, what business the elf had there Artemis would never know as he never actually managed to get inside before Drizzt left. He had then followed the elf to Mithril Hall. He had actually seen the cursed drow go in, and if he hadn’t taken the time to relieve himself that morning he would have gotten him, but when nature calls the wise answer…He’d then had to loiter around outside the dwarven stronghold until Drizzt decided to leave. By the second week he was seriously considering hanging himself from shear frustration. Fortunately it didn’t come to that, though several unfortunate tundra yetis did feel his wrath, as did a large number of small animals.

When Drizzt finally meandered out, pack slung over his shoulder, Guenhwyvar bounding along at his side, Artemis was ready to bludgeon him to death with the rabbit he caught for his supper. It hadn’t helped that as he traveled the dream had traveled with him. The drow’s expression was sickeningly familiar to the agitated human. It was the same one he wore while molesting Artemis in his dreams. So running with his cat and groping defenseless assassins made the elf happy, did it? Artemis vented his frustration on a near by tree as he waited for Drizzt to get a good lead on him before he took up his trail, he didn’t want the cat to smell him and alert her obnoxious master.

Of course the second Drizzt sent Guenhwyvar back to her Astral home Artemis was on the move. He stalked his pray with a skill to mach that of the cats. Drizzt never saw him coming.

The weary assassin, as he had forgone sleep for the past day and half to catch up with the Drizzt, who he swore was cheating somehow, decided to make his move at sunset. As he saw it, if Drizzt suspected he was being followed he would expect an attack at sunrise, when he would be most vulnerable. A night attack would throw him off…hopefully… not that Entreri intended to attack Drizzt, at least not yet. He wanted – needed – answers first.

By now they were somewhere in the wilderness between Mithril Hall and the Sword Coast. Where in the nine hells was the drow going? He wondered, resentfully. He was grateful to the rough terrain, though, as it gave him ample hiding places from which to surprise the drow. He hid, quite cleverly, in his opinion, upon an outcropping over looking Drizzt’s campsite and waited for nightfall. Being a professional assassin and used to this sort of thing, Artemis had taken every precaution to ensure Drizzt didn’t have any inkling of his presence. Even so he doubted he could sneak up on the drow in his sleep, he was Drizzt Do’Urden after all.

After what seemed like an eternity, Drizzt finally finished poking at his fire and went to sleep. Of course, Artemis then had to wait another eternity to confirm the drow was truly, truly asleep. Then, at an hour past midnight, Artemis Entreri decided he had waited long enough, it was time to move.

As he crept down the side of the rock formation his mind seethed with all the questions he wanted to ask the drow. So absorbed was he in thought that he almost missed a handhold and tumbled to the ground. Fortunately instinct saved him and he made the rest of the climb without difficulty.

When he reached the ground Drizzt still seemed to be fast asleep and oblivious to Entreri’s presence. Never one to take chances Artemis drew his weapons and stepped carefully to his rival’s side. To his utter amazement no hand shot out to grab him and no snarling cat leapt from the bushes. Drizzt must be getting soft; it was the only logical explanation. Now Entreri was at a loss, he had expected Drizzt to attack him. What should he do now? He was spared the agony of decision when Drizzt rolled over unexpectedly, knocking him off his feet.

As Entreri fell he flung his weapons aside, afraid of impaling himself or the drow. He landed in an ungainly sprawl on top of Drizzt; the elf reacted immediately, trying to shove Entreri off him. He would have succeeded, to, but Artemis already had his arms locked securely around the struggling drow in a parody of dream Drizzt’s embrace. The blanket was pushed aside in their battle for dominance and Artemis’ black eyes found Drizzt’s lavender ones. The Drow stopped his futile writhing then, and stared at Entreri in amazement.

“Artemis?” the drow asked incredulously.

Artemis Entreri didn’t stop to ponder Drizzt’s calling him by his first name; he launched right into his rant instead. “Yes you vile creature, Artemis. Don’t act for a minute like you don’t know why I’m here. Take this bloody curse of me NOW!” His voice got noticeably louder as he went on. “I’ve spent the last three months suffering your tortures every night, and I want an explanation!”

Drizzt looked at him as if he were completely and totally mad. “What in the nine screaming hells are you talking about?”

Artemis’ eye seemed to have developed a permanent twitch. How dare the elf lie so? “I’m talking about my dreams you’ve been invading, fool elf”

Drizzt gazed up at him, violet eyes filled with innocents. “I really have no idea what you’re going on about, assassin.” At least he’d dropped the first name thing.

“LIAR!” Artemis shrieked, and began to throttle the defenseless elf. Or not. Before he had even gotten a good grip on the slender elven neck, a knee connected with his groin. Needless to say Artemis quickly left off throttling, even great assassins have their limits. As Artemis rolled away he took Drizzt’s blanket with him, and, after clutching himself in agony for a few moments he turned back to Drizzt. “I should kill you for that.” He stated.

He could have sworn Drizzt almost stuck his tongue out at him, but before Drizzt completed the action he was distracted by the drow’s state of dress, or lack there of. It seemed that under his blanket, Drizzt was completely without cloths…even under garments. To his utter horror Artemis found himself staring, and unable to stop. His eyes happily wandered the lithe elven form until, with a grunt of anger, or disgust, Drizzt snatched his blanket back.

“Pervert.” The elf muttered, wrapping himself securely in the blanket.

“What…Why…?” Artemis stuttered intelligently.

“I took a bath.” The elf stated. “And I didn’t feel the need to redress.”

“What if you’d been attacked?” Artemis asked, archly. Drizzt just glared at him. It had seemed like a perfectly logical question to Entreri, the elf was just being unreasonable.

Drizzt sighed, “Why don’t you explain this whole ‘dream invading’ thing before your raging hormones get the better of you?” Drizzt asked, eyeing Artemis with a look of distain.

The proud assassin managed not to blush, but he did make sure to sit in such a way that Drizzt wouldn’t be able to see his over responsive groin with out actively trying. He decided that it would do no harm to describe his dream to the lying drow, as he already knew, obviously. He omitted no detail about the dream itself but failed to mention the sense of loss he felt when Drizzt left. Drizzt’s expressive eyes went wide as he described the kiss, and he fidgeted nervously on the cold ground, looking any where but at Artemis.

“Now tell me why you have been sending me these dreams, drow. Is it some plan to drive me mad, or are they part of your sick twisted fantasies that you have decided to force onto me?” Now that his story was finished, Artemis wanted answers.
Drizzt was truly blushing now, as much as a dark elf can blush, that is. “Tell me, elf.” Artemis demanded.

“To tell you the truth, Artemis, I’ve been having dreams to. That’s why I was moving around so much. I was trying to find an answer to them, to.” The elf continued to fidget; it was starting to get on Entreri’s nerves.

“What kind of dreams, elf?”

“They’re a lot like yours.” He began. “I’m in a dark, warm place when I see you. Like you, I couldn’t move at all…” The elf trailed off, but Artemis wasn’t going to let him stop there.

“Continue.” He growled.

“Well…you kiss me…like in your dream, but you don’t stop at kissing…” He trailed off again, and this time Artemis didn’t bother speaking, he poked Drizzt with a stick instead. The bashful elf squeaked and continued. “After you kiss me for a minute the scenery changes and we’re…somewhere else…” Another poke from Artemis got him going again. “Fine, we’re in a bedroom, and we have sex, happy?” Drizzt said very fast, glaring at Artemis with a mixture of annoyance and apprehension. “I think I have more of a right to be angry then you. At least I didn’t rape you.”

“I bet you liked it.” Entreri said, smirking. And the elf had called him a pervert...

“I never said that!” Drizzt huffed indignantly.

“Your body says other wise.” The assassin said, looking pointedly at Drizzt’s blanket covered crotch. The elf blushed furiously, no small feat, as he was already about as red as any black skinned creature can be.

“So what if I did?” He demanded. Artemis eyed his companion with amazement -Was he pouting? He was! - Entreri crowed mentally.

“That would mean it wasn’t rape, fool.” Drizzt just glared at him. Artemis grinned, a wonderful idea had just occurred to him. If Drizzt wanted it, and he wanted it, what was to stop them from…doing it? In the aftermath of this mind blowing possibility yet another truth struck Artemis: He was totally obsessed with Drizzt Do’Urden, maybe even in love, dare he think it. It would explain a lot. He’d never been quite content believing that the only reason he’d chased Drizzt from one side of the continent to the other was pride or revenge. He honestly couldn’t say that being the best had driven him so; it just wasn’t…like him, to do something so wasteful and arrogant.

So he was in love…with a dark elf…a male dark elf. Entreri had had boys before; it wasn’t really a big thing in a city like Calimport. But it was Drizzt, not some harem boy, he was attracted to, and that made all difference. Maybe he thought, maybe it wasn’t really love, just sexual tension. He hadn’t had any, he almost laughed aloud at his terminology, in a long time, even for him. Maybe if he got it out of his system, this infatuation would pass and he could part from Drizzt forever…

Now all he had to do was suggest it to Drizzt, make sure he was willing – he was not big on rape, no matter what the general public said, – shag the pretty elf senseless, and be on his way, never to obsess over him again…

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