Contains man x man and also rape. You've been warned.
Vladimir's left hand supports his right elbow so he can rest his chin upon his right hand. He sits in a plain wooden chair in a plain stone room where a plain light bulb hangs above a plain stone floor. The bulb is bright but its light doesn't quite reach the corners of the chilly room. Still, it can be made out that the small room is empty except for the chair where Vladimir sits, ankles crossed elegantly, and a huddled mass against the wall in front of him.
Vladimir's lips curl into a smile when he senses the change in blood flow indicating that the mass has awoken. It doesn't move - probably pretending to be asleep. Must be scared to death, thinks Vladimir. Poor thing. His smile grows wider.
"Do you know why you're here?" Vladimir asks loudly, slowly, clearly, so that the groggy person may pick up every word. There is no sound in response. "Oh, that's right, you can't speak, can you?" says Vladimir with a chuckle.
"I'm sure you do know, but allow me to explain anyway," Vladimir continues. He uncrosses and recrosses his ankles, then adjusts himself until his fingers are laced together in his lap and he is sitting up straight. "I'm sure you recall our . . . most recent meeting, don't you?"
Silence.
"You know, when your Ionian friend - Varus, is it? - attempted to restrain me so that the two of you could kill me." He sounds amused, as though the very idea of him being mortal is the funniest joke he has ever heard. "Is that correct?"
More silence. The pulse has grown slightly faster.
Vladimir's smile widens.
"So you do remember. Then you must surely also remember how I overpowered him and managed to escape, leaving both of you unsatisfied and very embarrassed."
The pulse quickens further.
"So then, that means you know why you are here, right?" Vladimir leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he examines his captive. "I have to punish you for your foolishness."
The pulse remains steady.
"You may be wondering, 'Why me? Why not Varus? It was all Varus's idea, after all.' And you aren't wrong, you know," Vladimir adds, nodding thoughtfully though he knows his guest can't see him. "It's a valid question. Why you?"
The grin creeps back onto Vladimir's face.
"You're so recklessly foolish," he begins, leaning back against the chair and uncrossing his legs. He folds his arms across his chest as he continues, still staring at the mass on the floor. "He lost everything he held dear to Noxians. I had no part in killing his family, unfortunately, but I suppose I'm close enough that destroying me would give him some sense of satisfaction. But you?"
Vladimir crosses his ankles again and tilts his head. "Why did you help him?"
The silence is broken by the sound of the person's breath catching. Vladimir's grin widens again.
"Why did you help him?" Vladimir repeats. "What could you possibly have had to gain from killing me, from killing any Noxians? Other than the fact that you seem to have some childish grudge against all 'Noxian scum' or whatever you'd like to call it . . ." his voice trails off. His captive's breathing has grown heavy and his pulse has quickened further.
"Are you scared, Ezreal?" Vladimir asks calmly.
Silence. Of course all Vladimir receives is silence.
"Are you scared I might know why you did it?" Vladimir rises from his chair and takes slow steps toward the dark mass against the wall. Ezreal's breathing seems to stop.
"Or are you just scared of what I'm going to do to you now?"
He stops when he is standing over Ezreal, who is lying on his side on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. Vladimir can sense his pulse racing frantically, can almost taste his panic on the cold air. Vladimir runs his tongue across his lips as he looks down at the marvelous sight before him. Ezreal can't see him, but he heard the hemomancer approaching, and he knows he's there.
Vladimir reaches down and grabs a fistful of thick blond hair. Ezreal's brow furrows above the red satin sash (the same color as the markings under his eyes) acting as a blindfold and he hisses in pain, but gives no other forms of protest as Vladimir drags him up into a sitting position against the wall.
"I'm going to take the tape off," Vladimir says, still holding Ezreal's hair with one hand while the other travels to the edge of the tape. "I don't want to hear a sound out of you - I only need your mouth for one thing."
He receives silence as his reply. Of course he does.
Still, he doesn't trust Ezreal. It is only a small exertion for him to slow Ezreal's blood flow, and the explorer grows heavy until Vladimir's grip as he threatens to collapse. Now that he couldn't speak even if he wanted to, Vladimir rips the tape off the boy's face and crumples it into a ball before tossing it casually over his shoulder. He smiles as he watches Ezreal's pretty lips part to try to take in air, already feeling the oxygen deprivation from his slowed heart rate. Vladimir releases his grip on Ezreal's life essence, and as the boy's chest rises and falls rapidly, Vladimir's free hand drifts toward his pants and exposes his fully hard length to the cold air.
Ezreal's mouth is still open as he tries to replenish his oxygen supply, and so Vladimir finds a perfect opportunity to shove the tip of his cock between those lovely lips. Ezreal realizes what the intrusion is and immediately tries to pull back, to turn his head, to do anything, but Vladimir cups his other hand around the side of Ezreal's jaw and holds him where he is. He watches, delighted, as Ezreal strains his arms uselessly against the bonds, wanting to use his hands to shove Vladimir away but unable to.
All else having failed, Vladimir feels a warning scrape of teeth against the head of his cock. The attempt to drive him off does nothing more than amuse him, and rather than slow Ezreal's pulse down, he decides this time to stop it altogether, to give the boy a taste of stillness, of death, of what might be if he actually decides to bite down. Vladimir would rather not kill a champion of the League, but he knows his powers are formidable, and there is little the Summoners can do to punish him if he decides to end Ezreal's life.
Ezreal seems to know this too, as when his blood flow finally returns to normal, Vladimir no longer feels the boy's teeth. He smirks, satisfied with the newfound obedience, and pushes his hips forward slowly. Ezreal's tongue is like warm velvet on the underside of his cock, and he wants to see how far he can go before - ah, there it is. Ezreal convulses as Vladimir strikes his gag reflex, and he allows the boy to pull his head back slightly to recover. Vladimir sits still for a moment, wondering if Ezreal is really going to make him do all of the work.
"This will be a much more pleasant experience for you if you cooperate," Vladimir says, voice mostly calm but with a slight edge of irritation. For a moment, Vladimir considers removing Ezreal's blindfold, if only for a moment, if only to see the look on his face as he finally decides to actively participate, but the moment is gone when Vladimir feels the boy's tongue swipe sideways across the underside of his cock. He grins.
"Yes, good," he purrs, and Ezreal's nose wrinkles slightly in response. He slowly moves his head forward, sucking experimentally at the tip, much to Vladimir's delight, before pulling off completely. Vladimir hears the click of Ezreal's teeth as he clamps his jaw tightly shut.
A muscle twitches in Vladimir's forehead.
He manages no sound other than a feral growl as he tightens his grin on Ezreal's hair and forcibly tilts his head back with one hand. He shoves the fingers of the other hand between Ezreal's lips, wrenching the boy's jaw open and shoving his cock back inside, all the way in this time, and Ezreal gags loudly as Vladimir enters his throat.
Ezreal's resistance serves only to heighten Vladimir's pleasure as his tongue slides wetly against the base of the hemomancer's cock and his throat tightens around the tip. Vladimir gasps in pleasure, pulls out slightly and then thrusts back in, drawing fresh convulsions from the blond explorer, and he can hear Ezreal's fingernails scraping loudly, desperately against the wall behind him. Vladimir's hand returns to its previous position cupped around the boy's jaw, holding his mouth closed around his cock. The hemomancer hears liquid drip onto the floor and at first thinks it's Ezreal's saliva, but then he looks down and sees that his cheeks are shiny - wet with tears.
Vladimir wonders vaguely if the boy's eyes are merely watering from the exertion, or if the tears are ones of humiliation. Either way, how delightful. His face is flushed even compared to the scarlet cloth over his eyes. Between the sight of Ezreal's struggling and the warm, wet sensation surrounding Vladimir's cock, it doesn't take him long to near climax, and with a final thrust, he shoves himself all the way in. He releases most of his fluids directly into Ezreal's throat but finishes off in the boy's mouth, pulls out and holds his mouth shut.
"Swallow it," he commands, and Ezreal shakes his head, but once he realizes Vladimir isn't going to release him until he does, he gulps audibly, gagging heavily. Vladimir releases the blond and he immediately doubles over and vomits onto the floor in front of him.
Vladimir's lip curls in disgust.
"Your performance was pleasing," he announces, reaching into a pocket in his jacket, "so I'm not going to make you clean that up with your mouth."
Vladimir produces a roll of tape from his pocket and tears off a fresh piece. He lifts up a corner of Ezreal's jacket to dry the boy's mouth so the tape will stick, then slaps the tape on. He draws himself back up to his full height and looks the boy over. His hair is now hopelessly untidy, the visible skin on his face is now significantly redder than before, and his shoulders are rounded.
"But I'm not finished with you yet."
Vladimir wants so badly to turn the boy around and examine his wrists, which surely must be red and possibly blistered from chafing, but he resists the temptation. He can do that later. He heads for the door, turns the handle, and pauses before closing it.
"I'll be back soon with your friend."
Ezreal seems to tense up. Vladimir grins and closes the door, locking it behind him.
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