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Jealous	By : kgemeni Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 2986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Jealous
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-4
- 5-Chapter 5
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12: Servant of the Shard
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 4
- 5
- 6
Chapter 5
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“You know it would serve no purpose to fight me,” Jarlaxle said. “I would merely track you down and defeat you, if indeed you managed the unlikely task of defeating me the first time. It will gain you nothing, and certainly not the freedom from me you tell me you desire.”
Artemis’ eyes were slits of hate.
"I want you to be comfortable," Jarlaxle said. "Why don't you accompany me to my chambers?"
"The same place where you had Sharlotta only last morning?" Artemis spat. "You are a lunatic! Even if I did share my affections with you, I would rather kill her than allow her to touch me, even indirectly through you!"
"I take a shower afterwards..." Jarlaxle looked amused.
"I don't care!" Artemis yelled. "You're not touching me, and you're not taking me into that lair of debachery you call your room!"
"Then where will we do this?" Jarlaxle tapped his chin.
"Nowhere! I'm not having sex with you!"
Jarlaxle crossed his arms and looked stern. "Tsk, tsk. I will drug you if I have to. I don't want to, but if that's what it takes to increase your enjoyment, I may have to rely on it to get you going."
Artemis' face changed color several times, and no sound emerged from his mouth. Finally, he settled on looking pale and withdrawn.
Jarlaxle looked around the room. "I suppose I can make some modifications to this place to make it more...inviting." He waved a wand, summoning brightly colored silk pillows from nowhere and scattering them across the floor. Then he rubbed his chin and conjured a soft blanket. He smiled at his handiwork, then looked at Artemis.
Artemis was in the same spot, with the same unchanging expression. "You can't do this to me."
"Why not? I'd say you need a good roll in the hay." Jarlaxle laughed.
"You can't." Artemis was backing away, slowly retreating into the corner of the room. "Don't touch me."
"Come now, Artemis, don't overreact," Jarlaxle said, taking off his hat and placing it on the table where they'd only recently stopped eating. "It will be fun."
"You're raping me!"
Jarlaxle walked over to him and placed a finger on his lips. "Shh. It will be nothing like that. You are going to enjoy it, as I have said."
Artemis took in a deep breath, shuddered, and let it out. "Get away from me," he whispered.
Jarlaxle moved closer, leaned in.
Artemis clamped his mouth shut and turned away, breathing raggedly. "This can't be happening."
Jarlaxle placed his fingers on Artemis' cheek. "I know you want this to happen. You are so incurably jealous of Sharlotta Vespers that you can't be honestly trying to avoid this. I know that you've fantasized about being in her place. Why are you still pretending?"
"Bastard!" Artemis lashed out and kneed Jarlaxle in the stomach, shoving him away. "I'm not pretending!"
Jarlaxle winced and straightened back up with difficulty, barely stopping himself from stumbling. "If you wish to be violent..."
"It is you who is resorting to violence!" Artemis yelled. "I told you that I don't want you! Why is that not enough for you!"
In the silence, Artemis could hear his heart beating. Never. This had never happened. Not in almost thirty years. He could see no way out, no possible way to defeat his friend, his partner, and escape this place. He was trapped. He knew Jarlaxle knew it. The assassin swallowed hard.
Already in a fragile state of mind, Artemis could feel himself losing what grasp of the situation he normally had. What if Jarlaxle was telling the truth? What if he would enjoy it -- or worse? That he found he had brought this upon himself? That he did want this to happen? What would he do then? He would spend the rest of his life being a slave to Jarlaxle's and his desires.
A question sickened him in the pit of his stomach. Why did Sharlotta's involvement in Jarlaxle's personal life enrage him? What did he have to feel so hateful towards?
Jarlaxle gauged his silence and judged it was safe to approach him again. No matter what Artemis meant, his words revealed that he didn't feel like fighting. He wanted to make peace with Jarlaxle.
Artemis swallowed heavily as Jarlaxle approached him again. Is the prickling in my veins fear or desire? he asked himself. Is it revulsion or fear at my own feelings of lust? How would I know what I feel after ignoring it for so long?
He wished he had never come back to Calimport. Better than he had died in some ditch outside Silverymoon, or fighting orcs in the Spine of the World. He was facing his own nightmares, now, and he didn't know what was going to happen.
The nightmares. Artemis moaned, and backed up against the wall. The nightmares came back night after night. He was awakened from them before any resolution could be met, before anything could be done, any decisions made. He was always cornered, always vulnerable, and before he could decipher the emotions scrambling his thoughts, he was always back in his bed, awake.
Now he would finally have to make a decision. What did he want to do? Avoiding it wasn't a choice. Not with Jarlaxle. Not here. Not now.
Jarlaxle was getting so close.
Jarlaxle closed the gap between them, raised his hands, and ran them lightly over Artemis' chest. "This will not hurt," he whispered.
Entreri shut his eyes. "I don't believe you."
"I won't hurt you."
"I don't believe you."
Jarlaxle ran his hands over Artemis' chest again. "Relax."
Artemis tensed up, gritting his teeth, pressing his back against the wall. Just...like my dreams, he thought. Against the wall... The room felt cut off from the rest of the world, his own personal torture, his own personal self-fulfilling prophecy. Because it had been his own fault. If he hadn't agreed to have dinner alone, he wouldn't be in this situation. He would be safely back in his room, trying to get some sleep. Instead he was here, being cornered right before he...
He could feel Jarlaxle rubbing his chest.
Jarlaxle paused, gently began undoing the top button of Artemis' leather vest.
Artemis felt the vest loosen. He clenched his teeth and held his breath.
Jarlaxle undid the middle button, and then the bottom, loosening Artemis' vest completely. Underneath, Artemis wore a plain black tunic of cotton. Its deep neckline was laced. Jarlaxle started loosening the strings of Artemis' tunic. "Relax, now. All will be fine."
Artemis whimpered. Against every muscle in his body, he allowed Jarlaxle to take his vest off. It fell to the floor with a soft sound. Jarlaxle slid his hands under Artemis' tunic and helped him take it off as well. The assassin was shaking and trying to turn away. "Don't. Don't do this."
Jarlaxle stroked his cheek. "It will be fine. I promise." To try and prove his point, he rubbed Artemis' nipples, swirling his fingertips around them and kneading them.
Artemis twitched. Jarlaxle watched his adam's apple rise and fall as he swallowed. The mercenary smiled. "There, you see? You like that."
Artemis breathed shallowly through his nose, teeth clenched. "Don't...Don't do that."
"I'm not hurting anything," Jarlaxle said, leaning down and licking one playfully.
Artemis let out a stifled yelp in the back of his throat, a shiver going through him. "What are you doing?"
Jarlaxle looked down at the changing landscape of Artemis' pants appreciatively. "Helping you have fun, of course. I was trying to tell you. You're not so afraid of me now, are you?"
"Let go of me," Artemis said, a whimper in his voice.
Jarlaxle enfolded the assassin in his arms. "There, there. Don't be afraid." He kissed Artemis on the cheek. "I'll show you. You have nothing to fear."
He placed his hand on Artemis' chiseled stomach and slid it down, reaching for his belt.
"Please," Artemis hissed through clenched teeth. "Please stop."
"Please?" Jarlaxle cast him a surprised glance, then laughed. "What a quaint human word. 'Please'. Without my translating whistle, I wouldn't even know what that means. I can't 'please', I want to please you." He used both hands to unbuckle Artemis' belt and slide it off. He dropped it to the floor beside the vest and the shirt.
"Stop!" Artemis yelled. "Stop!" He shut his eyes and twisted away.
"Don't get yourself worked up," Jarlaxle said. He noticed that even though Artemis was yelling at him, the lump where his pants covered his arousal was becoming yet more pronounced.
Jarlaxle smiled and rubbed it.
Artemis let out a small, involuntary noise.
"No one's ever touched you there, have they?" Jarlaxle asked.
Artemis shook his head forcefully, eyes still closed. His hands were balled at his sides.
"Have you touched you there?" Jarlaxle asked.
Artemis' sharp intake of breath was answer enough.
"Artemis, whatever shall I do with you? You must take initiative if you want to have fun." Jarlaxle put his arms around Artemis' bare waist and led him over to the pile of pillows on the floor.
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