The Cruelest Fate

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of R.A. Salvatore/Wizards of the Coast ©. I don't own them; I'm just examining all their possibilities.

Chapter 5: At Play

Mazn'reysla leaned back in his plush chair, curling his knees to his chest and holding his spellbook closer to his face. He was tempted to snuff out the dying candle that rested on his side table and let his infrared vision take over the script. He thought about it once, though the soft light and the calming heat it radiated against his arm made him even more relaxed.

Mazn'eysla reached to the table and lifted the stone mug of brandied tea that was his only companion at the moment besides his book and his own contentment. It was a perfect moment where the only sound was the wind blowing through the trees…and the gentle patter of a pair of nimble feet trying to sneak up on him.

His attention remained on his book, hiding his smile as a lithe figure crept beside him, letting his white hair tumble over Maz's face and slightly block his vision. The cleric remained calm, though gently inhaled the aroma of sweat and campfire that mingled with the usual odor of his lover.

His eyes remained on the page, but those playful lavender eyes still took away his attention no matter how much it looked otherwise. Maz turned the page, noticing Drizzt leaning down more, his lips coming within an inch of his forehead and staying in one place. The cleric merely sighed and continued memorizing his magic missile spell while putting in his best effort to ignore the hot breath against his face or the well-toned arms now leaning on the arms of his chair.

He tried to ignore Drizzt's wicked smirk and dancing eyes, keeping his eyes on the page though they bore little minds of their own and trailed up for a moment to recognize him before returning to the book.

The hungry look was easy enough to ignore, though the tip of a tongue against his skin was a little harder. Maz was a master of keeping his concentration, however, and sat serenely while perfectly able to control his growing urges.

Drizzt started lapping his forehead slowly, though produced no response. He then lapped to his pointed ear, gently nibbling the tip.

At this point Maz found it too boring to resist this bit of temptation, though he couldn't let on that Drizzt had won this round.

He next felt a breath against his ear, breaths that turned into a series of threats, or promises rather, whispered in drow; the best language for the promise of behavior truly nasty.

Maz's mouth curved into a little smile like the smirk of a satisfied cat. His arms relaxed, giving only the small appearance of adjusting his book. The tip of a tongue dipped in his ear, sending a pleasant chill up his spine as he anticipated what his lover was about to do next.

That expectation did not include the sudden flow of air across his wet ear and the sound of Drizzt's footsteps walking across the floor. Maz opened his eyes a little quicker than he wanted, the light smell of clove smoke meeting his nose before his eyes wandered out the door and saw his lover leaning over the railing of the tree house, tapping the deck with one bare toe as he lazily took a draw from his stick and blew out a long stream.

Mazn'reysla cocked an eyebrow, knowing what game he was playing. He casually put his book down on the side table, slowly rising from the chair and creeping toward the door. His light feet took him out of the building a pad at a time, though Drizzt continued gazing out at the woods and betraying no knowledge of his presence.

A slender foot brushed against the ranger's black leggings, a tow dipping under the bottom cuff of his pantleg and caressing the skin underneath. Expectedly, Drizzt made no reaction. Maz quickly plotted out his next move, first thinking of just wrapping legs with him, or massage his weary shoulders.

Instead he quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his chin in the collar of Drizzt's open blue tunic and nudging the hair away from his neck with his nose. The parted white mane revealed a mischievous smirk as lavender eyes casually trailed in his direction though he made no efforts to turn around and directly face him.

Neither did Drizzt take any other actions beside puff on his stick while staring down at the rest of the village. Maz stared at him lovingly for a moment, allowing himself to savor Drizzt's body heat and the perfume from his skin. Mazn'reysla nuzzled Drizzt's neck, lightly pecking his skin from the side of his jaw trailing down to the nape of his neck.

His wide red eyes looked at his lover's face, seeing no recognition of his presence at all. Drizzt even shrugged his shoulders at one point with an annoyed expression. Maz kept his arms around Drizzt's waist, rapidly becoming irritated by this little game for some bizarre reason.

Mazn'reysla smiled and unwrapped his arms from Drizzt's waist, giving him a light nudge forward as he turned and walked back into the building while giving Drizzt one defiant glance before turning the corner.

He waited in place for a moment, feeling a few seconds go by as he kept his back to the door. He awaited another series of nibbles down his neck, or even a hand turning him around to kiss him. Instead time passed with Maz just standing there. He glanced out the door and saw Drizzt gazing up into the sky, his clove long finished.

Mazn'reysla glanced ahead, wondering if this was going to go a little further. Maybe Drizzt was angry at being ignored and was being twice as temperamental as he was known for being.

The cleric was not expecting to have his body locked in a tackle that threw him to the floor. His hip ached, likely bruised, though that did not prevent Drizzt from tearing his robes off while shoving his mouth against his. Maz flinched in a momentary reaction before feeling his defenses lowered knowing he was with Drizzt, though how far was Drizzt willing to go with this?

Soon, Mazn'reysla was completely unclothed before Drizzt, whose hand caressed his chest, his hips, and started moving down for a deeper reach.

Maz snapped his legs tightly closed, crossing them and straining his muscles to prevent any access. Drizzt reached for a moment then suddenly stopped, relaxing his wandering hand and looking at Maz's face.

Maz gave him a scared and disapproving look, pulling his arms closer to his body and keeping his legs crossed. Drizzt's hungry gaze softened, a look of guilt and profound discomfort in his eyes as if he knew he had gone too far.

Drizzt lifted himself from the floor, though made it up a foot before Mazn'reysla grabbed his shoulders and yanked him down, kissing him with almost violent passion. He felt his legs spread apart as the sear indicated the fun had begun.

Drizzt had not used any oil beforehand, though Maz barely cared as his lover slammed into him, hitting every sensitive spot with violent frenzy like a wild animal. Maz let his head fall back as he gave a few happy sighs. A tight grip around his phallus and the increased intensity of the thrust made a heavier sigh escape his lips.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his lover's white hair dangling over him in ragged strands as that beautiful face displayed gritted teeth and fluttering eyelids as sweat poured from his forehead. He thrusted into Maz like it was a simple exercise or an act of desperation.

Drizzt reached down and scooped both Mazn'reysla's wrists in one hand, yanking them over his head and locking them against the floor. Maz lay there, knowing he was naked and bound underneath this adept warrior who kept him entirely pinned as he thrust into him. He felt no violation and whatever helplessness was by appearances only; Drizzt knew how to work his body as a weapon, though a well placed lightning bold or magic missile would put an end to that smugness.

Maz smiled, though his smirk was caught by an unexpected moan from his lips. He usually treated such intimate acts as a form of meditation, rarely was a lover able to have him break his calm. Given this was Drizzt's first time making him do so, Mazn'reysla silently congratulated him.

He closed his eyes again and felt a tongue methodically probing the point of his ear, a sensation that hit the right nerve and sent him moaning. Drizzt quickened his thrust, slamming him against the floor as his moans became louder as his face relaxed and his lower lip trembled.

Drizzt hit another spot and Maz let out a shrill gasp as his body pulsed with passion. Drizzt went faster, hitting that spot over and over and hearing Maz actually give a long yelp as he released.

Maz expected it was over, hoping his body would calm soon and the heat would die down. However, Drizzt wasn't done yet. A few searing thrusts later, his lover released and quickly pulled free.

Maz felt himself melt with the floor, his vision nothing but sparkles as his ears. A moment later, he realized his hands were free and he lay nude on the floor. A pair of strong arms gripped his back and legs as Drizzt lifted his light form and placed him on the plush Reverie couch.

His white hair dangled down, revealing those beautiful eyes gazing down at him almost lovingly (if that was possible).

"Did you have fun, darling" Drizzt cooed with an almost innocent gaze.

Maz smiled, twirling his lover's hair in his fingers before grabbing his shoulders and yanking him into his embrace.