Disclaimer: See last chapter (I hate these things, but I guess they are necessary)
A/N: I was informed that this story has an "Ick-factor" because it is about male/male sex. Sorry, but I did put warning in the first chapter that this is slash. So for anybody who managed to miss this fact until now: Be warned, there will be actual touching in this part! No fully fledged sex scene, because I've never actually done one that goes into all the details, but it goes a bit into that direction. And who knows what will come in future chapters…
Tension
"Do'Urden." I whisper carefully remaining in a distance where I won't be able to reach out and touch him. He doesn't turn around, but I can see him tense instantly and it takes a few seconds before he answers through gritted teeth.
"Go away." Short and cold, but I won't. Instead I come closer, just a bit.
"Catti-brie followed you." Another whisper, he whirls around and is facing me now, eyes wide and shocked. He still manages to sound cool and composed though when he says: "That doesn't concern you Rashiel."
"Oh but it does. She came to me." I pause here to let the full impact of that sentence sink in. "She is concerned about your recent behaviour and asked me for help."
This time I allow myself a smirk. Of course he is less than amused and unconsciously his hands curl into tight fists. I wonder if he knows. Patiently I keep my distance and wait for him to make the connection. I'm sure he will, it is too obvious for him not to see why I came.
When he just stares at me lips drawn into a thin line, arms now crossed defensively, I decide to try another tactic. Provocation has always worked best with him. But I must still be careful or nothing will be gained by it.
"What shall I tell her then or rather what shall it be that I'll not tell her?"
I'm only half surprised when after a flurry of movement I suddenly find myself on my back with a knife to my throat and a very infuriated Drow on top of me. I can feel cold, unyielding stone through the soft green fabric of my robe and the back of my head hurts where I hit the ground. I hope nobody is watching us as this would be difficult to explain. I'm quite pleased with his reaction though, while I didn't even blink he is the one who lost control, showing a weakness which I won't hesitate to exploit. I drink in the sight above me, he really does look intimidating like this, trembling with rage and unreleased tension, so beautiful, so dangerous. Perfect.
The feeling of cold steel against soft, vulnerable skin gives me an unexpected thrill. I've always known for sure that in a physical combat I'll never be a match for him, which makes my impending victory even sweeter. He could kill me so easily, but he won't. He cannot bring himself to do it. Another weakness? This time I'm not so sure.
"You won't tell her anything!" A low hiss. "You won't go anywhere near her ever again you bastard."
So sweet, even now he tries to protect her. Completely unnecessary I must say for I would never touch her, but he doesn't know this.
"Make me stay away." I reply with a soft laugh and pull him down so my lips brush against his and when he doesn't resist I know I have him. It is only a slight touch, like the touch of a butterfly's wing quick and fleeting, but it signifies so much.
"No, don't." A pleading, desperate note has crept into his voice. "I can't do this again."
Yesss! I've got him where I wanted, not begging yet, but soon, very soon. You'll be mine Do'Urden, I promise!
"Why not?" I taunt. "I think you want this. And you want me to force you, because as long as I am the villain you can keep a clear conscience. Fine, go on then be the victim, believe what you wish to, but I know better."
"No, no, no." Futile denial. He's getting up and I can see his hand shaking when he puts the knife back in some concealed sheath, hidden in a sleeve, but I mustn't let him get away now or he might regain a bit of inner balance, become aware of other possibilities to resolve this and change his mind after all. Quickly I grab his wrist, determined to keep him here.
"Yes."
With one step I close the remaining distance between us and let my fingertips explore at leisure. Down one ebony cheek, along the gentle curve of the jaw line and back across the neck until they come to rest just inside the shirt on the collarbone. He doesn't move an inch.
"You like this." I whisper close to a pointed ear and feel him shiver.
"I hate you."
"Maybe, but it's yourself you hate even more than me, isn't it."
A/N: I think by now you all have figured out that Rashiel is my own creation. I like the evil ones:) I wanted to write more, but I've got a test tomorrow, so I didn't have the time.