Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

The pair were together, never being so close in any other moment before. Few got to rest their back against Zed's bloodied armor, and far fewer did so without a couple of jabs and a swift death. Yet, the red garbed man behind the mask merely let his breath out into Ezreal's hair as he held the shorter male by his chest and face. Not a doubt, sending the spectators through quite the spin as they were surely expecting one of the males to attack. Instead they remained close, the blond was inside the assassin's arms. Trying a skill shot at this range could greatly improve the odds of said attack landing, the lack of distance reduced time spent in the air and time that it could be dodged. Even with this information, the two remained in place. Zed adored the male he had captured. Speaking not a word of this attraction to any of his small list of sadistic friends, and for good reason. Even though the two had been locked in combat before, Zed never had such a perfect moment to pull his secret flame out of the fight and into the shadows, to be seen but not interrupted. Zed wasn't the best at displaying his affection, but he knew that robbing Ezreal of time on the map, his sweet score, and getting some gold for it, wouldn't exactly help. He began to have his own imagination run lose. What was normally an array of different angles to stab to make an enemy bleed had suddenly became something more, something finally warm. Before the killer had a chance to act on these thoughts, Ezreal had began to glow and shout into Zed's glove. While intimidating to most, Zed knew the pause up to now had already betrayed Ezreal's attempt to look cool and be intimidating. That is, until Ezreal's lips opened and his teeth took Zed's finger. A small amount of damage had fallen from Zed's already fairly low health bar. He had the health to survive some ranged fire from Ezreal, and maybe an arcane shot or two. And even with this display of aggression and his low health, Zed didn't pull away or plunge his blades into the smaller male's side. He only gave a soft grunt to the pain and his hand on Ezreal's chest pulled him even more. With this initial reaction, Zed had rest his head against the rock wall behind him. As the bite came at an unexpected moment, while Zed was slowly opening up, it was hard to have felt prepared for it. After a pause, Zed's rough voice had left his mask with a soft tone. There is no need to be juvenile. Your friends may see you, but we are too far away for their ignorant steps to reach us. Zed's words may have felt like insults to those who did not know him. But, his words were about their discipline. He meant that, had they learned a technique or trained more, they would close the distance faster. It was possible that anyone curious about Zed's past would understand the meritocracy that he lives in. The world of rigorous training and victory by any means was Zed's world. Though the shadows won't conceal us... Zed had trailed off as he felt the urge to touch Ezreal grow and the pain from the bite was throbbing, but unimportant. Just as the last syllable left his lips and pushed past the teeth of his mask, Zed moved his hand to a more appropriate angle. His middle finger came to his index finger's side before both fingers began to erotically toy with the blond's mouth. The distance, if there was any, between Ezreal's rear and Zed's hips had been closed. In the sensations of the moment, he was sure he was the one who closed the distance, but he wondered if he was the only one to have made the motion. Give in. Ezreal. He spoke in a husky whisper as his mask made his voice rumble in a hollow, scary way.