Disclaimer: Drow are not mine

WARNING: sex between males is mentioned. If you don't like this don't read.

A/N: Don't like the name Andy? Be assured his mother didn't call him that. It's
just what happens when you look around you for inspiration and don't find
anything useful.

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Full of surprises

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I struggle but I'm in a bad position so what little strength I've gained
during the last hours doesn't help me much. I desperately search my brain
for something to distract him. Anything as long as it gets his attention
long enough for me to throw him off. What I come up with is this: "Hey
look! Lolth is standing behind you!"
Pitiful I know, but I don't work very well under stress. Andy only raises
one white eyebrow.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of me. I haven't done anything to you."
"Not yet."
"Toren darling you obviously have some serious prejudices. I've told you
before that I'm not going to hurt you much. Although I have to admit, it's
quite flattering to get so much respect. Don't worry, I'll just have to try
and convince you."
"How...?"
But before I can say anything else he has already moved down a bit so that
he can comfortably lick my neck.
Oh, this is nice! This is the first thought that pops up in my traitorous brain
before I remember what I'm supposed to feel. Ok maybe I do have prejudices,
but so does everybody else. I suppose it couldn't hurt to put them aside
for a few hours though especially when my body is very obviously willing to
do so. There's no way I can pretend to be disgusted now. I start to accept
the inevitable and relax a little which probably amuses Andy, because he
looks up to me with a knowing grin that is at least three meters wide.
"If you are going to say something like "I told you so" I'll kill you in
your sleep." I promise.
"Wouldn't dream of it. Can I let go of your wrists now or will you try and
strangle me?"
I sigh, "No, your precious neck is save from harm."
If I can't escape I can at least try and enjoy myself as much as possible.
Never let it be said that I don't have an interesting live. My parents
would kill me if they knew what I'm doing right now.
After three weeks in a cell nobody should smell good, but somehow he
manages to do just that. I'll have to find out how he does it. That is
about the last coherent thought I have before Andy starts to lick and
nibble on my ear. I don't even notice how my shirt comes off but can't hold
back a moan when he moves from the ear to my nipples. I should be
embarrassed by my behavior. To act like a slut and letting him do this
without putting up any serious resistance, but by now I'm past the point of
caring about my reputation, which admittedly wasn't exactly spotless to
begin with.
But even after admitting this I surprise myself when I actually start to
make purring sounds as he lightly scratches unusually long nails down my
sides. Andy chuckles.
"Enjoying yourself?"
I lick my lips and stretch with a lazy smile.
"Well, as I see it, it's either everything or nothing. I don't like half
hearted business."
"So you don't mind?" He sits up.
I raise a questioning eyebrow. "Why do my feelings suddenly concern you? Do
you want me to fight you? I mean I could pretend to scream a bit and try to
scratch your eyes out. Whatever as long as you don't stop in the middle of
everything, because that's really quite frustrating!"
Shit, now he is walking away to sulk in the other corner, seems like I put
him off. And I had just started to get comfortable. Is this some kind of
wicked torture? If it is, he's very good at it! Or maybe he's one of those
difficult people who have strange mood swings for no reason. At least no
reason that is accessible to my incompetent little brain.
"Why do you still think I want to hurt you?"
Oh no, not this prejudice shit again, I can't cope with that right now! My
body demands attention and doesn't want me to discuss ethical issues with a
Drow. This is soooo annoying!
"Well what do you expect? You're a dark Elf!" I snap irritably and try to
sit up again. I manage but the room is spinning slightly before my eyes and
it takes the bigger part of my concentration to stay upright, so I miss
what he's saying next. At least I'm distracted now and able to pay
attention to something else besides my urgent need for satisfaction.
"What was that?" Why am I even asking? Maybe if I had just ignored him he
would have returned the favor eventually, but then I've never known when
to keep my mouth shut.
"I said" he repeats slowly "that you my little elf don't know a single
thing about Drow."
"Surprise, surprise, how could I? You guys kill everybody who dares to go
near you."
I'm in no mood to be reasonable why does he have to be so confusing after
all? First he jumps at me and then he gets all funny when I cooperate. By
now I'm nearly beginning to wish he'd be nasty, because then I wouldn't
have to talk about this kind of rubbish. He glares at me and seems upset
about my lack of insight. What does he expect? It's not like I will
suddenly trust him only because he tells me to.