Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

The idea that Zed was betraying his team to finally give his bold golden boy the attention they both craved, well, it never crossed Zed's mind that way. The rest of his team, baring Shaco, had been far from comrades in his eyes. Whether the official declaration for the match had been Victory or Defeat, Zed had his win condition in his clutches and he didn't care about the match beyond this moment. If the growing physical tension had alloted Zed any time to consider the match in any meaningful way, there was plenty to say about his actions favorably. Firstly, it was his job as an assassin to take big damage threats out of the fight. The handsome attack damage carry, who rode his lap, happens to have the majority of the gold on the enemy team and an impressive score. Secondly, it wasn't like he was letting the enemy surivive on low health. Quite the contrary, it was Zed who was benefiting from this exchange the most. His Living Shadows technique was a formidable escape tool. But, Ezreal was no fool. He matched Zed's mobility and greatly out-gunned Zed at a range. So, no matter how the dice is rolled -or, who is rolling it- Zed was making a killer play. Not to mention, probably freezing Lux's heart over before stomping on it repeatedly. There were just so many ways to derive pleasure from this moment. But, with Ezreal's body against his, Zed wouldn't need any other reason to feel good. Their contact at Zed's hips had been mutual and just a few small movements were all he needed to confirm this suspicion. And as for Ezreal's own curiosity, with just a brief rundown of Zed's legwear, a filthy truth could be determined. Zed wore black ninja pants and a red cloth covered his right hip before looping around to the back. That hard place that Ezreal had been paying plenty of attention too wasn't a sword hilt either. He wasn't quite to the point of groaning, so it wasn't immediately obvious for the blond Explorer as they kept up their motions. What upset Zed most was that he hadn't taken his gloves off before exploring his partner's soft mouth and flicking tongue. He detested how the leather blocked so much of Ezreal's appreciation of the gentle fingers. Though all this action had Zed's secret weapon ready for delivery, it was what Ezreal did next that had brought life back into Zed's heart and heat to his face. At Ezreal's initial huff, a response to hearing his own name, Zed felt his whole world take a pause. He never knew he could be so attentive to someone else's body, at least not like this. Zed had experienced sexual encounters before, he was the mysterious man in the dark. But, when Ezreal made this sound, Zed had to hold him so close. His fingers leaving the boy's mouth to hold him so tight that he could feel at least some of the ways his body responded to his voice, through his hard leather armor. Zed wondered if Ezreal could tell how he changed reflexively in response to this seemingly smallest detail. Zed had felt more unprepared than ever before. Ezreal had him holding the smaller body in his arms. Sheltering the male like a tiny whisp of a candle flame. That was almost the point where Zed was about to say something uniquely Ezreal's, a short phrase he wouldn't utter loudly and never to anyone else. But, cutting him off before he could foolheartedly throw all of his chips onto the table, Ezreal turned in his arms and took a good look at the steel mask that hid Zed's face from view. The request to see Zed wasn't met with an immediate response. He'd been wearing his hard leather, metal, and red cloth since he had slain Shen's father so long ago. He didn't exactly wear it when he cleaned his body or slept, but it became his face and body. So much so, that the world has forgotten his human face. Even his own clan had begun to speculate at what lies beneath the steel visage. But, there was no time for the assassin to truly process the request as Ezreal continued to take control of the scene with his boyish charm. The gloved hand against his armor, traveling up to his mask. The other glove, dangerously wrapping around one of Zed's blades attached to his forearm. And then, the second inquiry to his mask uttered by Ezreal's lips before they clumsily met the teeth of Zed's mask. Ezreal undeniably seized control by this point, but he continued his play further. The way his exotic eyes peeked downward after his first mentioning of their kiss, it was followed up with the most heart-pounding question Zed had ever recieved about his cock. The ninja, Master of Shadows, had never wanted to take his mask off so badly. And had never been more thankful that he wore it. His ice cold flavor of cool was melted by the ways Ezreal could use his mouth. Zed's whole body had been put into motion to reclaim his place on top. The assassin's hand had taken to Ezreal's hip, the same side as Ezreal's hand that touched his mask. The very next second, Zed had the duo swap places and guided Ezreal's back against the Rock Wall so the speed wouldn't cause discomfort. Immediately, he shoved the blades, on his forearms into the dirt on both sides of them. What came up was his bare forearms, only loosely clothed in red, along with a pair of bleached, bone colored hands. These hands took to Ezreal's chest as Zed brought the forehead of his mask to Ezreal's forehead, the steel had ruffled the Ash-blond hair. In a hushed tone, his husky voice eched past the mask like before. Your kiss... Ezreal, is this your first? The normally cut throat man hadn't put a word on the end to specify. Was he really going to steal away Ezreal's first kiss, his first sexual experience? The weight of Ezreal's answer would have kept Zed still as he studdied the boy's cerulean gaze. However, Zed wanted to give his partner just a little more. With his left hand taking Ezreal's shoulder, his thumb laying across his collar bone, Zed pulled back just a bit. Looking all the way to his right, Zed's right hand gripped the heavy steel mask with a tightness that would lead onlookers to believe the mask had clung to Zed's head. Just as he had begun, Zed's right hand pulled the mask upward, just enough to reveal the first bit of his pale neck. Bone colored, as if it were bleached and had it's life sucked away, just like his hands. The pause was only for a second before mask had started to be pulled away from his face. At the next pause, thick shadows concealed his facial details from Ezreal. That is, until a single red glowing iris moved to peer at Ezreal. Finished with his mask play, Zed tore the mask away completely and let it drop to the ground. His skin looked lifeless, but smooth, like polished stone. His eyebrows were ebony and his hair had been silver. The man under Zed's mask was way too attractive for the imagination of his victims, so the reveal had to be done in a dream-like fashion. Their positon had been strategic, hiding away the angle of spectators by his red hood, and shielding the pair from the prying eyes of their fellow champions in the bush they occupied. Even in their heated contact, Zed was a die-hard tactical ninja. Zed's colorless lips had come to meet Ezreal's, taking his bottom lips in a movement of both hunger and anticipation. The boy had teased this moment, but Zed's body hung over his in a domineering fashion. Taking the kiss in a deep, skilled way. Zed had talent and practice in both his combat and his passionate contact, he intended to blow Ezreal's mind with both. As the kiss carried on for what must have felt like hours, Zed's right hand cupped his partner's cheek before their lips parted. His eyes took took a pause before opening. The scarlet and cerulean gazes met as the ninja gave a knowing smile. His bone colored eye lids drooping to give a cunning effect to his features.