Entreri walked silently towards the inn, countless questions bouncing around in his head. If Drizzt managed to free himself, would he bother coming back to him? Would he even want to, after the way Entreri had left him?
With a heavy sigh he entered the inn, scanning the common room for anyone remotely resembling the drow. Seeing no one, he trudged up the stairs, quietly stepping into the room. The place was shrouded in semi-darkness, the only light a pale gray from the dying sun. He pulled off his cloak, boots, and shirt and fell onto the bed with a heavy sigh. He had done what he could, and if he had destroyed any hope of ever being with Drizzt...well, that was his own fault.
He rolled over and reached for the blanket, but as he stretched, his supporting elbow dug into something slightly harder than the mattress. Alarmed by the ensuing grunt, he backed away, reaching for his dagger. Someone was in his bed.
"Lovely," mumbled a familiar voice. Drizzt sat up, giving him a disparaging look. "I come back for a visit and you insist on skewering me."
Entreri, speechless for perhaps the first time in his life, could only gape in amazement. After a moment, though, he found himself throwing his arms around the drow, burying his face in thick white hair. To his surprise, Drizzt returned the embrace, resting his head on the man's shoulder.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Anytime," Entreri managed through the lump that had formed in his throat. He pulled away to look at the elf. He was relatively intact, with a few scratches here and there, but with bloodstains on his hands and shirt. "This isn't...your blood, is it?" he asked hesitantly, afraid to hear the answer.
"No, it's his." A small smile slipped onto his lips. "I need a bath."
He wasn't dreaming this time.
Drizzt lay stripped to the waist on the bed, patiently enduring the torture Artemis had dreamed up. Not that he wasn't enjoying it.
"What are you staring at?" the man laughed as he shifted to get at a spot of dirt low on the drow's hip. The warm, wet cloth felt soft against his skin.
"You're doting over me," the elf teased, folding his arms behind his head.
"Am not," Artemis scoffed.
"You know I'm more than capable of giving myself a bath."
Drizzt bit his lip and smiled almost nervously up at the man, relief flooding through him when he received one in return. All talk stopped for a while, and Drizzt closed his eyes contentedly as Artemis continued his very pleasant ministrations. Finally, though, the elf quietly asked the one question that continued to nag him, though he thought he knew the answer. "You left me in order to help me, right?"
"Of course. I would never have abandoned you. Not there. Not anywhere."
Drizzt wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him close. "I love you," he whispered, his heart thudding hard in his chest.
Artemis pulled away, searching his face. There was something like fear in his eyes, quickly replaced by a shy sort of excitement when he realized that Drizzt was speaking the truth. "You...?"
The dark elf laughed. "Yes. I suppose it was bound to happen, after all those times you tried to rescue me."
Entreri stared at the elf for a moment before he bent and pressed a hesitant kiss to his soft lips, stretching himself out along Drizzt's body. The drow laughed again and kissed the underside of the man's chin then slid his hands down pale skin, tugging on his waistband.
"Now will you?" he asked quietly, almost petulantly.
"Yes," Entreri murmured, kissing the elf's neck. "I love you, too." He sat up and undid the laces of his pants, pulling them off quickly. This earned a grin from Drizzt as the man lifted him up, letting the elf lay on top of him. He looked absolutely beautiful, silky hair framing his face in soft white strands, and his eyes glittered happily as Entreri took hold of his hands and kissed his fingers. The human made an attempt to reach between them and unlace the drow's pants, but was thwarted when the elf squirmed unexpectedly and rolled off onto his back.
"Are you all right?" he asked, stifling a chuckle. Drizzt merely smiled and reached up, slipping his arms around the other man's neck and kissing him deeply. His hands slowly trailed down the human's shoulders and arms and to his hips, and then to his own breeches. He deftly twisted out of them and tossed them aside, his mouth never leaving Entreri's.
The human forced himself away, gazing down at Drizzt for a moment before he lowered his head and traced the elf's tattoos with his lips. A soft whimper escaped his companion, and Entreri grinned against the soft, warm skin. He lifted himself up, his mind pleasantly fuzzy as he wrapped Drizzt in a tight embrace.
"Ready?" he whispered. He sincerely regretted the way he had touched the elf previously, and wanted this time to be perfect.
Drizzt smiled at him. "Yes." He leaned over the bed and dug in his old pack for a small vial containing a clear liquid. Uncorking the container, he poured a liberal amount in Artemis's hand and lay back on the pillows. The human gazed at Drizzt for a long moment before putting his hands on slim but muscular thighs, spreading them gently. "I love you," he whispered as he slid a finger into the drow.
The two lay close under the sheets, wrapped up in each other and exchanging soft kisses. Entreri pressed his lips to Drizzt's forehead, smiling happily. He had thought this moment would never come.
"Goodnight," the drow whispered sleepily.
"Love you," Entreri replied quietly, pulling him into his arms to keep him close. Sleep slowly came over him, sinking him into the soft mattress. Having Drizzt beside him made all the difference—for the first time in years, he slept soundly, knowing that they were both safe from any harm.