Hey guys.

So lately, I've been trying to work on my other stories, but again, I've been running dry on motivation for them. But I still get creative urges, and this is one of them.

So rather than leaving you all without any of my work to read, I decided I'll upload this one as well.

So, first off, this one's going to be quite kinky and smutty. But not too smutty. It's going to focus more on the relationship and the development.

Maybe a bit like The Shadow That Watches. But nothing too grand.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this new story!

~ Wings


On the Razor's Edge

~Prologue~

He had only two rules.

Don't ask about the past.
Don't expect a future.

Quinn was perfectly fine with those rules. But she wondered, as she lay in her own bed, how they had ended up in this situation. She looked over to the other side of the bed. It was empty, but it was still warm from his presence. He never stayed for the nights. That was another thing he did. He never stayed.

An arm found its way above her head, splayed across her forehead as she stared up at the ceiling. They had the perfect arrangement. She had been quite depressed for the last few months, feeling lost, motionless in a life full of motion, drowning while everyone around her breathed. She ached for affection, for some kind of connection. Yet, everyone she had ever dated had been nothing but a disappointment, in one way or another. No one could fill the void she wanted filled.

Except him. He was perfect. He was almost inhuman in everything he did. His movements always had a certain deadly grace to it, his eyes were warm chocolate yet as cold as ice. He was intelligent and cunning, powerful and fast, beautiful and deadly at the same time. But he didn't care. He never cared.

She remembered how she had found her way to him. It was just another battle like every other day on the Rift, yet… Afterwards, while she had been walking back alone to her quarters, his voice had drawled across to her. "There seems to be something bothering you a lot."

She had looked around to find him leaning against a wall, arms crossed, one knee slightly raised, the foot resting against the wall, hood pulled up.

"Why do you care?" She said, narrowing her eyes in distrust. Her first instinct as a Demacian Ranger was, obviously, to not trust the Noxian Assassin who called out to her.

"I don't." His answer was flat, simple. No hostility to it, but no warmth either. "I'm simply curious as to why my little rival isn't as sharp as usual. Killing you is beginning to lose its rewarding feeling with you like this." He said as he pulled out a knife from his belt. Quinn tensed, but he simply began flipping the blade up into the air, catching it again exactly at the tip. Of course, he couldn't hurt her here. The league forbade it. He was too smart for that.

"It's none of your business." She said, with an edge to her voice. But of course, he didn't even react to it.

"It's not. Which is why I'm asking." He said simply.

"Why do you want to know?" She asked again, turning around to face him with her body completely now.

"Curiousity." He mused as his lips quirked up a little.

Her eyes narrowed. "You think this is funny? Well, fuck you and your amusement. I'm not going to be some object of a joke." She said, turning around and beginning to walk away.

"You feel alone. Isolated. As if the world itself is black and you're the only white spot." He said, his voice calling over and freezing her mid step. It was scary how accurate his description was to how she felt. She turned her head and looked at him warily, to find him still in the same posture, flipping that little knife of his.

"So?" She said, not knowing why she responded. But, honestly, she just wanted to know what he knew.

"I know all about this feeling, Little Bird." He said, turning his head slightly towards her, though his face was still covered mostly by the hood. "That is what ails you, no? This feeling of hopelessness? Of not knowing what to do?"

"Stop beating about the bush and tell me what you know." She said, turning around to face him completely again.

"I know a lot. But all you need to know is how to fix it." He caught the knife and didn't flick it up again. He looked at her straight in the eye through the hood, and though she couldn't see his eyes she knew he was staring into hers. "There is no cure for it. Not anything permanent. But there is a reprieve from all that misery you are feeling." He said.

There was a tense silence for a few seconds as Quinn gulped, her golden eyes slightly wider. "What's the reprieve?"

"You know what they say… Misery loves company." He said as he straightened up, walking towards her. She tensed again, but he stopped in front of her. He had a good height advantage on her, so she was forced to look up and, was slightly surprised, to see those brown eyes within the shadows of his hood.

"You need company. I can provide it."

"Yeah, and then one day I find myself with a knife in my throat." Quinn said sarcastically, though she didn't move, eyes locked on his. He snorted.

"You wouldn't find out if you had a knife in your throat, silly girl. You'd be dead before you knew it." He said as Quinn flushed a bit, her temper running thin yet… She was curious.

"What are you saying exactly." She asked, her voice level.

"Nothing changes between us. But you and I? We distract each other. I'll fill that void inside of you for the intimate touch of a person. I'll keep your mind off that loneliness of yours and help you ignore the cruelty that is life." He said.

"What does that mean?" She said, frowning a bit. He smirked.

"You and me, my dear, are going to fuck like we've never fucked before. Every night. A no strings arrangement to sate our physical and psychological needs." He said.

Quinn was blushing as well as furious at this prospect, she wanted to slap him.

"You think of me as some common whore? I'm not going to be your pet, Noxian filth." She said heatedly, before turning around and walking away.

"Offer stands. Take it whenever you wish." He drawled as she was walking away, making her huff in rage. The nerve of him!

The rest of the day, she had been fuming a bit, yet his words had been ringing in her head. And, that night, she had been overcome with that familiar emptiness again. That lonely feeling that threatened to eat her out from inside, a black hole that was crushing her within. She thought about all the ways this could go wrong, all the ways this was wrong. It would be fraternizing with the enemy. Consorting with them. It'd be treason. He could just be luring her into a trap.

And yet, it didn't feel like a trap. It didn't feel like he had any reason to lie. That man was no stranger to the art of deception, but he wasn't one to lie without reason either. She couldn't find any reason as to why he'd be lying.

Valor squawked at her in a low, questioning way as he tilted his head. "It's nothing, Val." She said. That was it. It was nothing. Nothing really mattered in life anymore to her. She had, honestly, lost any will to live at all. If this was going to kill her then let it kill her. She wanted an end to this suffering. It was meaningless, so she had nothing to lose. And if what he said turned out to be true…

She began to wonder about all the times she had fought Talon. Their relation was a strange one. A kind of weird rivalry, even though they were supposed to be enemies, she doubted either of them ever saw each other as a foe. Rather, they saw each other like a challenge. Like two chess players. Fighting. Pitting each other's skills against each other. Talon was obviously far more skilled than her, however, and most of their encounters ended with her having her existence blinked out faster than she could ever react. She had managed to fight him well a few times, however. She remembered how they had tousled in the river once. She had caught him off guard (a very rare feat) and had managed to take him down, but he had pulled her along as well. They rolled and fought, trying to keep each other's weapons away while simultaneously trying to bring their own one up front. Problem is, the game finished before they could end their fight. So they were stuck with Talon's blade stuck against her throat and her crossbow aimed at his face, with her sitting on top of him as if she was straddling him. It was… exhilerating, to say the least. Most of their close encounters had a kind of thrill to it. Quinn couldn't deny it, but she was very attracted to him, if she could look past the blatant fact that he was a cold blooded killer from the faction that was her faction's sworn enemy. But his offer…

"Nothing changes between us. But you and I? We distract each other. I'll fill that void inside of you for the intimate touch of a person. I'll keep your mind off that loneliness of yours and help you ignore the cruelty that is life."

"You and me, my dear, are going to fuck like we've never fucked before. Every night. A no strings arrangement to sate our physical and psychological needs."

She found herself walking through the corridors of the institute. It was quite late at night, and no one was really roaming the halls except for the occasional guard, who paid her no mind. A part of her mind kept telling her she should turn back right now, but again, she didn't really care anymore. If he offered her a chance to get out of this dark misery, to 'distract' herself as he put it, she'd take the change, even if it turned out to be some ruse and her body would be later found in a ditch a few days later. Well, knowing him, she doubted anyone would ever find her body unless he wanted them to.

She stood outside his door, wondering if she should go through with this. If she didn't turn around right now, she could never turn back again. There would be no undoing this action. There would be consequences, especially if they were found. Was the risk worth the chance of the reward?

She knocked on Talon's door.


Well, there you have it guys! The prologue to set up the story.

So, if any of you want some insight into this story, it's an idea I got from something I had with a friend a long time back. We both hated everything in life and found each other, so we decided to be each other's distraction in the most sexual way possible. It worked, for a while. So that kind of inspired this story, but isn't directly based off it (No Wingsu smut for you, even if I am downright hella sexy).

Lil, if you're reading this, yes I'm writing this story inspired from our sexcapades. Hope you like it~

If you guys like the idea of this story or where this is going, feel free to leave a review with your thoughts on it. I love hearing what you guys have to say, and it really gives me some incentive to write and update the story faster! Feel free to follow/favourite too to keep up with the story while also helping more people to find it.

If you didn't like it, I still ask you to take some time to leave your thoughts in a review. I love hearing criticism as well because I see it as an opportunity to improve myself as a writer. If it's something you simply don't like because of preference or something I can't fix, then I apologize. Feel free to take a gander at the other stories I have written to find one to your liking or peruse stories done by other people! There are a lot of awesome stories around here.

Wingsu's words of the day: "Isn't it strange how your heart beats more when you are in danger or in pain? Dying is when you are most alive."

~ Wings