Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

There was a twinge of pain in Zed's chest as Ezreal mocked him. Liars -those who held Zed back from what was important- were slain off the rift. A sincere grapple had occured inside Zed while Ezreal put his confidence forward. Yes, yes he could cut Ezreal's head off. The death of half a clan of powerful ninjas came at the hands of the wintery haired killer Ezreal saw before him. These weren't men he just met either, they were family. Zed trained from a young age with them. They knew a lot more about Zed than any lover ever could. Mostly because that Zed, the Zed before learning his forbidden technique, was dead too. The pain grew worse as he struggled to figure out just where Ezreal was in his heart. The young male had grown on him, and Zed knew he didn't want to lose him. But, this unique point no one else has ever reached, would that put the Explorer in an even greater responsibility? Should Zed be even more quick to attack with Ezreal? No one before this ash-blond wispy haired boy had ever been in a position to hurt Zed in such a way. And the fact that the assassin knew he was far from capable of letting Ezreal live in such an event, that's what was killing him. With his eyes, the scarlet piercing into the bold look that Ezreal gave back, there was no discernable shift from his concerned look. I killed my Master because he held me back. To strike harder, be faster, become as lethal as possible... I made that sacrafice. And it was nothing to me, Ezreal. The look on his face never stopped exuding a killer-sense of sincerity. The way he couldn't separate his dear little lover from that cycle, it was crippling to the previously heartless killer. What was this feeling for the Explorer doing to him? The first fear he had felt since becoming the master of shadows had been a poetic one. It was a fear of himself, and the cutting way it sinked into his heart was only mitigated at the cusp of Ezreal's chuckle. It melted away, he couldn't keep that baggage and his growing interest in Ezreal in the same compartment. The kisses did a lot to seperate the two thoughts - As Zed explored Ezreal's mouth, he was exploring his heart for the first time. At the whimper, their contact had become too much for Zed. It was too good. Electrifying, the way his scarlet eyes could discern what effect his lips had on the younger male. A killing machine could swoon a heartfelt boy like Ezreal this way? It was a pretty crucial turning point for the ghostly-skinned man. And then came the questions, in a voice Zed's ears could strain to hear through any storm. Done this before? Threaten a lover? Of course. He initially thought to the first question, and the second question cleared the board of metaphorical pieces they had been playing with up to now. Zed smiled once again as he scanned Ezreal's look as the question was finished. Wearing our heart on our sleeves are we? I shiver at the thought of what the likes of Swain or Darius would do with such a softie like you. He joked as he grew, somehow, even, closer and spoke as softly as his gravel voice would allow. Countless times before, my little Explorer. But, this is my first time with a virgin. Let's see what I've learned up till now. At this que, they pair had begun shedding clothing and the heat grew from a flickering candle to a haze that evaded Zed's chest- his now bare chest. The little admirer that Zed had been kissing like a school crush, was certainly more fit than he had thought. Sure, the blond was active, but Zed never looked into how active. It was enough to know that the male made it home alive after each adventure, what he had been up to on those adventures was mostly empty to the assassin. Not that Zed would let Ezreal know that be was so possesive before now, or whose arm he was twisting to recieve this information. In part, Zed had this pipeline to thank for knowing of Ezreal's lie about his lips. The other part came from his own experience. The touches to the boy's nipples had been rewarded with a moan. This was a victory, and it would appear that Zed became more excited. Not every male had enjoyed having their nipples played with. He knew at least one way to play with the fire growing inside them now, aside from touching his dick and kissing him all over. To Zed's knowledge, there wasn't many who wouldn't crumble at the sensation of his skillful hand in their pants with his cold longing lips to their neck. He desired to give this to Ezreal either this time or the next. Not that there was a rush for it, Ezreal wasn't going to have the freedom to evade Zed again after this heated affair. Not if Zed's decades of training had anything to do with it. Which it did. Another fantasy came to mind as the two continued their topless play, one that Zed had mixed feelings about. He didn't want to keep Ezreal in bondage, not for too long. His little flame, secret to all, had won Zed over on his cockiness and sense of adventure. To steal that would be worse than slaying the boy right here. I won't lie again, Zed's eyes widened at Ezreal's words. A pale hand taking the boy's right cheek as he had laid kisses to Zed's neck. The next part was too obscure to be held sincerely, so Zed took it for what it was, a downright sexy thing to suggest. It was like his boy wonder was maturing at their touch. Ezreal, just never forget... He began and trailed off. Part of him wanting to just say his name, the other wanting to give him the message. Zed wasn't going to sit on the fence about Ezreal forever. Just - Never fail to trust me with your secrets. It was as unspecific as Zed could muster. Anything, he wanted to know anything Ezreal might consider spilling. There was never a bad situation that the cerulean eyed, boyish charmed, adventurer couldn't remedy by trusting the older male. The speed at which Ezeral went for the combo was rather stunning. His little lips now leaving the assaasin's neck as they trailed down his form until the boy had found his place, on his knees in front of Zed. Life surfaced on Zed's face as he pressed his forehead to the rock wall, dirtying his winter-white, seemingly perfect hair. Ezreal was rubbing off on him in a whole new way, it seemed. He used the darkness created by his previous action in hopes of obscuring his face while it lit up. Of course, this failed. The now crimson eyes had bore right into Ezreal's contact with his bulge. He couldn't figure out why this was so different. Was it that Ezreal did it differently? Did this have anything to do with his feelings for the younger male? He couldn't think critically as the long moan against his cock sent all the right kinds of pleasure through his nerves. This made Zed look straight upward to conceal his lewd smile. If Ezreal had been given this sight, Zed was sure the boy's confidence would be too much to handle. And Zed was far from ready to give up on the idea of making Ezreal his, as opposed to the other way around. He secured as lethally sharp of a grin as he could finally return his gaze to his smaller lover, eying over the look Ezreal had as soon as he could. Sounds like you're ready to me. And who knows, maybe you'll be so good at kissing my cock that I'll make you do it every time we're alone. He had to be sinister. After all, Ezreal was the hero here, and someone had to be the bad guy. Why not the tall, brooding, killing frenzy assassin? Zed's hands guided Ezreal's down his thighs before he began to undo his red cloth and the whole one-piece plus the hood, letting it fall to the side. By now, an eager man would have already had his dick out, but Zed had the biggest erection for pacing. Especially when it came to head. Usually, that meant chopping them off. But, the sentence was most fitting this way. His thumbs now seizing the fabric that hugged to his ghostly mid-rift. It was a nice fit, as his ninja pants needed to be to enable him to move as forcefully as he wishes without dealing with wardrobe malfunctions. This tight space played a nice and juicy role as Zed pulled the clothing down and his impressive member squeezed out past the waist of his pants first. Zed's thumbs wouldn't stop until there was room for his balls. His thumbs now releasing and letting his junk hang out for Ezreal's eyes. The word shame was the precise opposite to what would be fitting to describe Zed's display. His cock was huge when compared to estimates based on his height, or if just judging from his bulge. Just as white as the rest of his body, Zed had colorless veins that lined the thickness of his shaft, which led up to the well-defined head and foreskin. Under his foreskin was the most concentrated form of that musk from before, a dribbling glob of precum, and a dark purple color to his cock tip. Zed didn't realize he had a smell going on until now, but he grinned deeper, it was Ezreal's problem now. A pale hand ran through the Ash-blond locks as Zed studied Ezreal's reaction intently. Don't ware my patience too thin, you can dig in now.