Uncover

Artemis made it back to the inn mere seconds before the skies opened up. A window-shaking roll of thunder rattled across the sky and the moment the door closed behind him a torrential downpour exploded over the town. The innkeeper shook her head and went to stoke the fire up as those already safely in the warm and dry instinctively huddled deeper into their cloaks.

“Will you be wantin’ any food sent up, sir?” she asked as he passed her on his way upstairs. A curt shake of the head was all the reply she got. “Suit yourself,” she muttered under her breath.

Entreri ignored her. After the long and fruitless day he’d had, all he wanted was to get some sleep. And that was exactly what he would have done if someone hadn’t broken into his room.

“What are you doing here?” he growled. The sight of a drow in a forest green cloak sitting on his bed was one he had neither expected nor wanted. And yet...

“Looking for you,” said Drizzt Do’Urden. “Found you, it would seem.”

Entreri huffed, threw himself into the rooms only – uncomfortable, half-broken – chair and began tugging off his boots. Thunder rolled again, shaking the window in its frame. With the way his luck was going it would probably leak.

“Go bother someone else,” he said, yanking his foot free.

“Ah, but it has been so long since we last crossed swords.”

Artemis threw the boot at him. Drizzt ducked it neatly and it bounced off the far wall, landing with a thunk somewhere behind the bed. It was about then that Entreri noticed that Drizzt's feet were bare. As were his ankles and the lean-muscled calves above them. He frowned, pausing with his other boot half off.

“Lose your shoes on the way here, elf?” he asked. “No, wait, let me guess – there was a starving peasant who needed them more than you.”

Drizzt’s smile was catlike, slow and sly as he stretched out one leg so that the whole bare length of it emerged from beneath the cloak, his foot sliding across the threadbare rug that was what passed for luxury in this particular inn.

“Not lost,” he said. “I know exactly where they are.”

Artemis – who was beginning to suspect the drow had ulterior motives – at last kicked off his remaining boot and sat up, letting his gaze roll slowly up the cloak-clad elf on his bed. Drizzt’s smirk widened under the attention, the curve of his lips taking on a decidedly wicked tilt.

“What are you hiding under that cloak, drow?” Artemis finally asked.

“You’re a smart man, Entreri,” Drizzt purred. “I’m certain you can uncover my secrets.”

In two strides he was across the room, shoving Drizzt back onto the bed and throwing the edges of the cloak aside. His hands found warm, soft, naked skin everywhere they touched. The cloak spread out beneath them, material rucking up as Artemis found to his delight that, no, really, the elf was wearing precisely nothing beneath it.

“Careless of you to lose all your clothing,” he said, pressing his mouth to Drizzt’s neck. It had been a long while since he’d last tasted the rangers skin. Drizzt’s chuckle, buzzing against his lips, was a low, throaty thing.

“I already told you, I know exactly where my things are,” he said. His hands wrapped around the back of Entreri’s neck as he arched his body up against the human. “Would you have me fetch them right this moment?”

Artemis growled and rolled them over, pulling the elf tightly atop him, hands at his hips, fingers digging in to hold him in place. Drizzt grinned at him from beneath the messy fall of his hair, then ducked his head to nip at Entreri’s earlobe.

“As I thought.”

Cool hands slipped beneath Artemis’ shirt and an involuntary shiver rippled through him. Drizzt’s mouth moved from ear to neck, paying an utterly lavish amount of attention to it with lips, tongue, and a delicate hint of teeth. The bed creaked beneath their shifting weight, Drizzt slowly moving lower, pausing for only the moment or two it took to pull Entreri’s shirt over his head. Artemis lay back, legs falling easily apart and a half-smile curving his lips as he felt quick, careful fingers at his belt. Cool air followed by warm breath ghosted across his skin. A brief flicker of tongue was followed by a sharp sting as the drow bit at his hip.

He glanced down and met a lavender gaze darkened with lust, glittering in a sudden flash of lightning from outside. The hot rush of anticipation rolled through him. Entreri slid a hand into the mane of hair that spilled over one leg, fingers tangling in its silken thickness. The same quick fingers that had made such swift work of his belt made similar at the fastening of his trousers.

Drizzt's eyes never left his once.

Artemis felt his breath quickening, a pleasant heat low in his belly. Elven fingers, cool and deliberate, traced across his hip bone and down to his groin where, with a slow curl, they wrapped one by one by one around his cock. He let his head fall back, eyes closing as Drizzt’s thumb rolled across the tip, slow and particular, drawing him harder with every circling movement.

“Still worried about my clothing?” Drizzt murmured. Artemis tightened his fingers in the drow's hair and gave a firm tug, smirking at the brief gasp followed by a soft laugh. Then there was resistance against his hold and he felt the slick of a tongue against his shaft. He relaxed his grip and reaped the immediate reward of a hot, wet mouth engulfing him. And by the gods, what a mouth it was.

Outside, thunder crashed and another bright bolt of lightning illuminated the room. The suddenness of it startled them both for an instant, Entreri’s hand tensing and pushing down on the back of Drizzt’s head. The elf made a choked noise and pulled back, glaring up at him. Artemis smirked. Then pushed his head down again.

Drizzt growled low in his throat and grabbed Artemis’s hips, thumbs digging in almost hard enough to bruise. Holding him still with a strength that sent a pleased buzz through his chest, the drow sent his head down all the way to the base of Entreri’s cock, and held there for a far too brief moment. Then he pulled off with a quick gasping inhale.

“Don’t,” he said, sitting back to catch his breath, “be an ass, Entreri.”

“Or what?” said Artemis, sitting up and leaning towards the elf, imposing his presence into Drizzt’s space. “You’ll punish me?”

“Don’t tempt me,” Drizzt muttered, glowering. Artemis grinned and grabbed his chin, drawing the drow in for a deep, lingering kiss. A few bites to his lips and a tongue in his mouth later, it was his turn to push the elf to the bed to an enjoyable chorus of soft moans and bitten back gasps. It didn’t take him long to divest himself of the remains of his clothing, enjoying the sensation of hot skin on skin and the sight of lush, deep grey limbs sprawled beneath him atop a spread of rich green. In the intermittent lightning flashes, the shadows pooling in Drizzt’s flesh were a tantalising almost-purple, the dark dips and angles inviting the touch of lips and hands.

Amidst the devouring kisses and by now near-frantic touches, Artemis met Drizzt’s eyes. The thinnest of lavender rings remained around wide-blown pupils, glittering in the room's dim light. This, in a face framed by a mess of white hair, above kiss-swollen, spit-slick lips, was entirely too enticing. Entreri grabbed him and, ignoring the drow's yelp of surprise, pulled him up so that he was half-sprawled on all fours. He himself knelt up on the bed and tilted Drizzt’s face up to look at him, one hand cupping his cheek, thumb resting along his cheekbone.

“Finish what you started,” he said. Drizzt shot him a wicked grin and started forwards but was abruptly stopped as Entreri grabbed his cloak and, in one quick motion, managed to twist his arms up behind his back in its folds. He nearly fell face-first into Artemis’ stomach, but Entreri tensed his arm and kept him upright.

“What do you think you’re-” Drizzt started. Entreri, keeping hold of the cloak with one hand, gestured at his cock with the other.

“As I said. Finish what you started.”

A look of annoyance barely tempered by lust flashed over Drizzt’s face. Entreri tugged him forwards and it didn't even really take that bit of coaxing to once again feel the velvet smoothness of soft lips enveloping him. At first he let the drow continue at his own, somewhat leisurely, pace that sent little shocks of pleasure through him with each slick, wet slide. As enjoyable as it was, the temptation provided by the fistfuls of cloak in his hands was too much to resist.

He yanked forwards, and Drizzt’s knees almost slid out from under him as the off-balance drow found his mouth pulled deep onto Entreri’s cock. A half-choked, muffled cry was all he got out before Artemis pulled him back, not quite enough for his mouth to pop free but enough to lock eyes with him briefly before hauling him back. The yelp of startlement rapidly transmuted into a deep, throaty series of moans as Entreri continued to pull him back and forth.

Lips dragged up his cock, and a desperate, needy tongue flicked out over the tip each time it came close to slipping from Drizzt’s mouth. His hips thrust in time to his manhandling of the drow, and the bed groaned rythmic complaints beneath them. He couldn’t take his eyes off the elf. Off the sight of his hair in a tangled mess spilling across his shoulders, getting in his face; his cheeks flushed, his eyes near glazed over with lust. He pulled too hard and felt the head of his cock hit the back of Drizzt's throat and the sound that came out of the drow…

“Fuck!”

It was too much. His hands slipped free of the cloak and tangled in Drizzt’s hair, tensing as he came with a gasping moan. Hands grasped his hips, holding him still through every last shudder until, at last, the two of them collapsed apart. For half a minute or so the only sound in the room aside from the pummel of rain was two sets of heavy breathing. A rumble of thunder vibrated the window in its frame again. When Artemis looked up it was to see Drizzt gazing at him, heavy-lidded and wiping the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. He cocked an eyebrow.

“Well?”

Artemis surged forwards and grabbed him, hauling him messily into his lap and pressing his tongue into Drizzt’s eager mouth. One hand splayed against the small of his back while the other wrapped around his cock, Entreri swallowed his delighted moans as he began to stroke, too rough at first but smoothing out as arousal quickly slicked his palm. The short, sharp thrusting of hips into his hand told him Drizzt would not need long beneath his ministrations. He grinned to himself and broke the kiss to savage Drizzt’s neck, biting hard, sucking harder, glad for the continuing rain for its covering noise and at the same time almost wanting the rest of the inn to hear the mess he was making of the ranger.

Drizzt’s breath came in hot bursts against his ear, a litany of ‘yes’ whispered over and over again, hitching over stuttered moans. Entreri’s fingers dug into his back, holding him close as his body jerked into his hand. The drow's head fell forwards as he collapsed, heavy-limbed, against him. Entreri could feel Drizzt’s heart still racing, making his entire chest thud and tremble.

They sat together for a moment until Entreri realised he was stroking Drizzt’s hair, carding his fingers through it. He swallowed and sat up, pulling away, grabbing his shirt from the floor to clean up with.

“Mmnn, no,” Drizzt slurred. The heavy limbs became a tangle about Entreri’s body. “I do not think so.”

Half unable and half unwilling to stop it, Entreri quickly found himself with a dozing drow curled about him atop the bed. A forest green cloak covered the two, as the rain continued to thunder down outside.