Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction ❯ Drastic Changes of Heart ❯ Four ( Chapter 4 )

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Drastic Changes of Heart
Four

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A/N: Thank you soooo much for the reviews! I hope this chapter turned out alright, with the sparing and all. Like I said, I don’t think that I’m very good with writing fighting scenes and such.
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The only sound that echoed through out the thick forest was the constant crack of wood slapping against wood. At first the noise bothered the two combatants, but as their game progressed, both drew away from the stinging sounds and focused only on the movement of the other. Practice blades danced against each other, sometimes hitting with enough force to bend the strong wood, sometimes easily sliding against the other as if both fake blades were oiled down with the purest of liquid.

Entreri moved, placing one foot over the other in a slow sideways walk as Drizzt followed him with similar movements, both placing most of their balance on the balls of their bare feet. They had come to an agreement; all magical items would be discarded by a nearby tree and anything else that would give the other any advantage. After much arguing at what exactly should be taken away, they had both grudgingly settled on losing all clothing and items save for their britches.

The assassin focused all of his energy on the ripple of the elf’s muscles, flowing like the calmest of waters under the blackness of his flesh. He watched every drop of sweat bead down his flawless ebony skin, taking in the small flexes of his torso as his feet slowly moved. The ranger’s movements were so smooth and fluid that he had trouble remembering that they were walking across grass and not gliding on the newest of ice.

The sudden tensing of the drow’s abs was the only warning that the human had before he charged forward, pivoting on the ball of his right foot, swinging his left up and across, taking a quick swipe at Entreri’s face. The assassin backed up a step, his back slightly bending to just avoid the blow, bringing his wooden dagger in for a quick jab at the elf’s extended leg. The blade met the wood of one of Do’Urden’s scimitars, the hilt of the longer weapon, resting upon the drow’s still moving leg. Before his that slender appendage completed its swipe, Drizzt’s other leg shot out from the other side and clipped him on his check.

Entreri hissed back a cruse and dropped back a few steps, watching as the elf landed gracefully on his feet, his body crouched and legs crossed; one knee over one thigh. A position that looked rather uncomfortable, but soon the elf was once again moving. Arms started swinging in large, quick circles as he stepped towards the assassin, a slight smile playing across his pouty lips. The dull brown blades becoming a blur as the human tried focusing on every movement that the elf made. The flexing of his muscles, the sweat running patterns down his flesh, the slight bouncing of his small feet, and the fire of lavender eyes. Nothing else existed for him but the other man. The low hum of the rustling leaves and the chirping birds just rolled in the background, so soft the sounds were that he didn’t even notice that they were actually there.

Without any further warning, the drow charged at him once more, blades clacking with enough force to numb his hands as his was suddenly put on the defense. The elf flipped his right wooden scimitar in a reverse grip and swiped at his face twice, once back and once forth. Entreri was forced once more to bend his back to avoid the blow.

The left scimitar came at him, this one twirling in his long slender fingers, coming right for his chest. He brought his practice dagger up, taking the handle and spinning it similar to what the drow was doing with his longer blade. The wooden scimitar stopped in its rotation and moved to slash across his chest. The assassin bent his back more and brought his dagger up to block, but unlike the elf, he kept his blade spinning. The twirling of his dagger met the slash of the ranger’s blade, the momentum of the rotating wooden slid the longer blade straight past his chest and moved harmlessly to his other side.

As soon as the move was executed he felt the drow’s foot come and clip him in the back of his ankle, hooking and lifting. With the angle that Entreri had his body, he had no choice but to accept the fall. His own feet raised in the air as soon as his back hit the grass. His legs snapped out, trapping Do’Urden’s head between his calves and locking his ankles together. He twisted his body, raising up on his shoulders and rotating his hips. Drizzt’s own body was caught in the momentum and he was flung across the small clearing by the force of the assassin’s legs.

He hit the ground with a slight thud, sliding across the earth before getting one of his arms under him and pushing up with all of his strength, flipping to land once more on his feet. He blinked, his hair coming out of his loose braid falling into his eyes. That one small, tiny action cost him his feet once more and he found himself on his back staring into the grayness of the human’s eyes. His breath came out in harsh pants and looking up to the sky his noticed that it was well past high noon. “Are we almost done?” he asked, his voice more than slightly breathily.

Entreri was basking in the glory of finally defeating the drow until his spoke, his melodious voice coming out deep and husky. His eyes dilated and darkened to an almost black as he realized that he was pressed tight to the other man’s body. He was nestled completely between the elf’s thighs, the long slenderness of them touching along his sides and hips, his knees bent and opened. A very, very inviting position. The drow’s faced was flushed to a color that was more pitch than shadows, his full, pouty lips slightly opened as he tried to catch his breath. His sweat slicked skin seemed all but to glow in the light of the sun.

A small pink tongue darted out between those delicious looking lips to wet them and he was drawn to them. The wetness of them, the lushness of them, the absolutely kissable look of them. The tongue darted out again and he noticed that he was close enough so that the wetness just barely touched him. It sent shock waves through the human and he all but tore himself away from the drow elf. “Yes, Do’Urden, we are done,” he stated, not looking back as walked over to the rest of his cloths.

He bent over and grabbed on boot, putting in on with more force than necessary before picking up the other and slamming his foot in to that one too. He grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his had with enough force to rip it if was any other ordinary fabric. He knew what he almost did to the elf, laying there on top of him. Their bodies pressed together, half naked, sweat slicked skin against sweat slicked skin... Entreri growled and reached for his sword belt, cursing Jarlaxle for whatever reason, he knew that it was entirely the mercenary’s fault.

He turned and opened his mouth to make a smart comment, but the thought was lost when he saw that the elf was still laying on the soft grass. He sighed and walked over to the other man, his feet not making even a whisper of sound, yet Do’Urden kept his eyes on him the entire time.

When he finally reached the drow his held out his hand and made a gesture, just a small wave to let him know that he was willing to help him up.

Violet eyes stared at him suspiciously, “What are you up to?”

Entreri laughed, “What makes you think that I’m up to something?”

The elf let out a frustrated huff of breath; it was back to answering questions with questions. The forever game of Artemis Entreri. “Because,” he said, “You’re being... nice...” He spoke the last word as if that really wasn’t what he wanted to say, yet he still reached up and took the assassin hand.

Entreri gave a hard yank and sent the drow immediately on his feet yet he kept on pulling until he was off balance and stumbling into him. Only when their bodies were once more touching did he let go of and Do’Urden frantically put his hands on the human’s chest, quickly pushing away. He took the distance as a good thing and reached out to run fingers across a long welt that ran upon the dark skin of the drow’s abdomen. “Nice,” he snorted, fingers digging in to hurt, “I hardly think so.”

Drizzt hissed as stepped further away, “I don’t understand you.”

Entreri shrugged, “Perhaps, or is it that we don’t understand each other?”


TBC...