Author's Note: I said I wouldn't do it, but I did anyway. My most popular request by far is for an M-rated story, which I refused to do until I got this anonymous request on Tumblr: "A spring fever themed fic in which vlad tries and fails somehow to mate with ez. :3 Anything after that if anything at all is up to you. Id like to see something more though! Like aftermath stuff. x3"
I didn't start right away on this by any means. Initially I thought it was a good idea, yes, but not something I could pull off…I still don't think I have, but oh well. If anything, you can see this is a reason I don't write M fics; I can't write anything close to porn to save my life. As it is, this one is still mild compared to ones I have seen…like I said, I can't write this stuff. xD
Anywho, I started writing it because the idea, weeks after getting this request, started nagging at me and I could not focus at all. At all. So, in the end, you all have received your M fic! :) This will be multi-chaptered (the second is written but can be reworked if needed or just a separate bonus thing), and I am very much open to suggestions. I only have an idea of the next chapter, but nothing after that. I don't know how to end this or where to take it from here, so request away while I'm still writing this monstrosity. xD
As always, if you see any typos, plotholes, and/or know of anything I can add, please tell me. ;A; I always feel as if these can be more detailed, even if I can't think of anything more to add. Also there are often typos and plotholes I overlook, so if you see one don't be afraid to point it out!
Pairings: Ezreal/Vladimir; no others planned. I doubt any other characters will even show up unless the scene is taken back to Piltover or to Noxus for whatever reason. xD
Sexual content: I'm not putting it in M just for giggles; it is tame compared to most, but I wouldn't say it's kid-friendly either.
Quick side note: Just to clear things up, this one has no relation to my previous writings. At all.
Enjoy~
Ezreal dislikes spring for many reasons. One would be the weather; now that it's warming up, all those stupid bugs are coming back and some of the larger predators are coming out of hibernation thanks to their prey returning. He loves warm weather, sure, but not what madness it brings with it. It makes his explorations harder than they already are…which he does like, but he could do without bug bites and wild cats trying to eat him.
Another reason would have to be that everyone loves spring, which means everyone is going to invite him to random spring parties he could care less about. People from Piltover seem to like making up excuses for a nice party…Ezreal really doesn't care for them. Pre-Harrowing, Harrowing, Pre-Snowdown, Snowdown day, and so on; all of these and more are celebrated. Maybe it's because the state is so dead-set on being the best in technological things that its workers look for any excuse to take a break and have fun. Whatever the reason, he doesn't like being dragged into it; naturally, spring means warm weather which means barbecues and such.
Though out of all those reasons to dislike spring, who could have guessed something such as a little spring fever would end up blowing those seemingly smaller annoyances completely out of the water.
The explorer crashes to the ground, his dodging maneuver doing its job but now landing him in a more vulnerable position. Ezreal scrambles back to his feet and lunges forward, just scarcely evading another pounce from the creature chasing him. He doesn't have much time after that to recover himself as his attacker immediately pounces again; its aim is remarkably accurate for something moving so quickly. A quick dart under the table and to the other end sends the aforementioned beast crashing right into the innocent furniture item, easily reducing it to mere pieces of its former self. This stuns his pursuer long enough for Ezreal to bolt out the back door, taking a sharp left turn down a nearby alley and away from the bustling city of Piltover.
He has no time to rest. Ezreal jumps over a few stray boxes in the darkening alleyway, dodges around trashcans, takes various sharp turns when able; anything to get out of the city quickly and yet not be seen or captured easily. His seeker knows where he is heading anyway. With moonlight illuminating his path, he sprints full-tilt into the ever thickening woods ahead rather than the people-filled city far behind him. He knows it's stupid and that he should go get help, but he can't let his hunter follow him to town…doing so would only get people killed. Ezreal can handle anything this beast dishes out. He knows this creature won't kill him…but this isn't something he can say he prefers over being attacked with intentions to kill.
The explorer doesn't know how this creature found him, why it tracked the boy down so persistently, or why it- well, he- started acting this way; but he really would rather not stick around to find out. He has a pretty good idea of what the beast wants to do to him and he wants nothing of it. Ezreal continues his run through the woods, trying his best to take certain routes so he knows how to return home when the time comes. The down side is this also means he is more likely to be caught. He needs to randomize his path or he will certainly be captured.
Ezreal knows he can only run for so long; he's exhausted and barely able to breathe as it is. His legs hurt, his lungs hurt, his throat hurts and his mouth is bone dry from the constant intake of air…everything hurts and he needs to stop soon. Rather than continuously going in the same direction, the young champion decides to take a sharp turn right. This sharp turn almost gets him clothes-lined by a tree branch, but the quick action will hopefully obscure his scent for a little bit or maybe trick the creature long enough he can get further away.
He runs in this same direction for a good while before he finally can't take it anymore. He collapses in a convenient hole next to a tree and under a bush; easily shielding Ezreal from any watchful eyes. His scent will likely still be picked up, but with flowers starting to bloom on some bushes in the area, his scent should be at least somewhat hidden for the time being…just not nearly enough to hide him if his hunter comes near. He allows himself to relax for at least a short time, he will need it.
A cool breeze blows through the bush, cooling down the fatigued champion at least a little. Ezreal does his best to try and level his breathing and calm his racing heart…the creature will only pick up on him sooner if his panting and heartbeat stay this loud. Only a little bit longer, he can only stay a short time longer before he must resume his running. He swallows dryly.
Ezreal finds it safe to assume he only has to keep away from this creature until the sun rises again, bearing in mind he never sees his hunter out during the day. Naturally this is easier said than done, but he believes he can do it. It might be early in the night, but if there's one thing this explorer has learned on his more dangerous expeditions, it's how to run and hide really, really well.
Thinking back on one of many jungle trips, the wild cats and other much larger beasts would mostly hunt by smell and hearing rather than sight. Sight can be fooled easily by most prey there, so smell and hearing are used more than sight alone. All he had to do during that trip was remain in an area that either obscured his scent to the point of being so overpowered by, say, wild flowers, that nothing could smell him; or he had to sit still, couching down silently until the predator left. Staying downwind, which he is now, was and is a must. If he happens to be upwind of his seeker, he will be found right way.
His hunter…Ezreal shakes his head weakly. The creature hunting him likely thinks this is a game. It…he is chasing the boy for sport. For Ezreal this is much less fun…if he gets caught again the creature won't be so careless this time around. The first time he got lucky; his current seeker made his intentions clear before going after the boy and made no effort to hold Ezreal in place. Once the explorer figured out what was going on (which the boy would be amazed he even managed to do so if not for a few…obvious hints) he made a run for it. Their little runabout lasted for a good long while before he was able to stun the creature and flee. He still can't bring himself to believe the reasons for that creature hunting him.
Speaking of which, break time is over, Ezreal decides reluctantly as he staggers to his feet. His legs still hurt, as do his lungs and throat, but he can make it a ways further. The explorer cautiously looks around, taking in the eerie near-silence and his surrounding area with the utmost attention. Silence is never good…it means there is a predator nearby, more often than not. Or at least it usually does; this forest is often rather silent aside from the crickets, which continuously chirp unless you get near them (which never seems to happen). This is, sadly enough, one less thing he can use to assist in his escape slash avoidance of his seeker.
Another breeze sweeps by, blowing the grass, leaves, and branches calmly. The noise has a slight calming effect on him as he cautiously crawls over the cool grass below and out of his mini-trench and from beneath the bush. Under any other circumstances this would be a beautiful spot for stargazing or even a quick nap. If only he had that leisure now. He stands up, again looking around for any threats. None so far. Just crickets chirping, moonlight shining, and stars twinkling over the somewhat damp grass; green is pretty much everywhere he looks…he might not like spring, but the sights it provides are breathtaking.
Though not nearly as breathtaking as suddenly finding himself getting an up-close look at that grass thanks to something ramming into his back. This easily knocks the wind out of Ezreal, whom ends up sprawled on the ground. The sudden hit dazes the explorer for a few moments, but he does manage to try and lift himself to his feet, managing only to sit up on his hands and knees. Even this small action seems quite a feat to him in his current state…well, it is until he feels his attacker position himself right behind, and on top of, the smaller boy. Ezreal yelps, attempting to scramble out from underneath his attacker only to not even get so much as an inch further when the creature's arms wrap tightly around his torso. Ezreal would yell at this creature- Vladimir, he is called- to release him, but it would be a waste of breath and only further excite the other in his current state. Believe him, he tried it earlier and that did not go over well.
Ezreal's attacker growls and shifts downward, forcing his weight on the smaller male to bring him down to the ground. Naturally the boy tries to resist him, using his arms and legs to try and keep himself above the grass below, but is easily overpowered. The explorer's knees dig into his stomach painfully as he is pushed downward; he would try and move his legs elsewhere to avoid this, but Vladimir clearly foresaw such an action and placed his own legs beside Ezreal's. This setting disallows any possible escape for his smaller victim. Ezreal clenches his teeth, uttering a snarl of frustration and trying desperately to back himself up and push his attacker away. He soon regrets doing both, especially at the same time, as these signs of frustration to him must mean something completely different to Vladimir; this much becomes painfully apparent as he now gets to feel just how excited his attacker is.
He didn't notice it until now, but the creature's legs being on either side of his own not only prevents Ezreal's escape but presses his rear comfortably against Vladimir's loins. Essentially, he is able to feel the heat from the creature's lower regions and of course the results of said heat on the creature's parts. Thinking back, attempting to crawl backwards into his attacker probably wasn't one of Ezreal's brightest ideas; the only thing he accomplished was brushing against his already stimulated aggressor…basically he has just presented himself to the larger male. Vladimir keeps his captive trapped under himself for a good while; almost as if contemplating how he is going to go about his next actions. The creature's chin remains pressed painfully against his victim's collarbone as his head keeps the other's in check and unable to move.
Quite a bit of shifting around is felt by Ezreal, and the creature's arms switch between holding and not holding him in place, but why this is he isn't sure. He doesn't try to look behind him knowing that he could not affectively do so anyway; his head is forced to rest at an uncomfortable, tilted angle thanks to Vlad. The explorer can hear clothes shifting around and a belt's buckle clinking, but it certainly isn't his (to which he is thankful). It could only mean however that his attacker might have just shed his lower clothing to further his attempts to mate with the boy. Ezreal suppresses a shudder, knowing that would only make things worse. He can't escape and he can't fight back; there's really nothing else he can do but hope this either ends soon or an opportunity for escape arises one way or another.
Teeth graze against his neck, arms around his torso tighten, Vladimir's legs force Ezreal's closer together, the heat coming from his aggressor seems to increase, and now the creature's…tool ends up jabbing painfully against his rear. It was before, but unlike then it has some force behind it. The explorer yelps, struggling what little he can against his larger, more powerful attacker. His struggle is easily suppressed and only seems to further excite Vlad, as the creature thrusts himself against Ezreal again. Struggling is evidently not the answer; he tries to stay quiet, even as the creature's pushing against him becomes slightly quicker and much, much harder in force.
Despite his best attempts at staying silent, claws digging into Ezreal's sides earn a pained cry from the boy; he could just barely handle the Vladimir's lower half's persistent attempts to find an entrance which obviously isn't there, especially when Ezreal still has his pants on, but nails plunging into his sides, no doubt drawing blood, is just too much. His cry combined with the scent of blood earns a low, pleasured growl as the creature fervently licks the sweat from his mate's neck and face. As he does this, Vladimir's grip around Ezreal's torso tightens and shifts as if struggling to keep himself in a proper position as he works his smaller captive. Shortly after noting this, the boy feels himself lifted slightly off the ground; again, he gets the feeling Vlad is trying to find a good position to continue his rather misguided attempts at mating with his chosen partner. If this is the case, a struggle might help him…
Yet again Ezreal is tightly held against Vladimir, being both pulled against his chest and pushed down against his groin. The explorer takes advantage of the new position best he can and attempts to move his lower body, but again Vlad quickly thwarts his victim's effort by forcing the two back down toward the ground. So much for that. The constant shifting and squirming movements from Vladimir leads Ezreal to assume the creature is having troubles gripping onto him because of the size difference…if this is indeed the case, he has a shot at escape, however small it might be.
Vladimir groans loudly, again putting his full weight and then some down upon his mate to push the boy harder against the ground and steady himself as his hips do the rest. The creature's tempo is slow, however Ezreal can tell by his soaked pants it would no doubt get the job done assuming he were female and again assuming the creature had bothered to remove the aforementioned pants…not to say he's unthankful Vladimir didn't think of that. Even with his pants on, Ezreal feels the heat coming from his aggressor's lower regions and the fluids he is secreting. This feeling unnerves the boy, automatically causing another escape attempt from him which is easily ignored. He's too worn down to put any strength into his resistance…to Vladimir, it likely feels like he's going along with this.
The creature's breath runs over Ezreal's now slick, from both sweat and Vladimir's own saliva, neck at a constant, rapid pace. Ezreal desperately hopes this means he is wearing out, but he doubts this heavily. Constant growls and groans between panting from his aggressor leads him to think this isn't anywhere near the end. Vlad's previously slow tempo does, however, pick up; further paining his mate. As if before he wasn't being agonizing enough, now he has to push himself against the smaller boy even faster. His claws dig in again and his breath quickens to match; this mixed with his faster rhythm easily earns a long, pained whine from Ezreal. He really can't take much more of this.
Even this small sound catches the creature's attention, however; though again it must be lost in translation as Ezreal earns a sound from Vladimir that bears a close resemblance to the one he made, just with a more…pleasured tone to it. Vladimir's head rubs against his almost affectionately; Ezreal realizes only then that he too is soaked with sweat. The creature's closeness to him…the fact that Vladimir is attempting to mate with him must have gotten to him more than he thought. He isn't used to people being this close, much less rubbing themselves against him or trying to slip their private parts into him for some reason or another. Apparently Vladimir can smell the effect it has on Ezreal quite easily.
Though only slightly, the creature shifts and makes some noise bordering a growl before one of Vladimir's clawed hands finally removes itself from his side. Ezreal almost, almost, sighs in relief until that hand, stained with his own blood, turns his head to the side and forces his lips against Vlad's. Once that is done, Vladimir's arm slings over the boy's shoulder to not only keep his head in place but steady the creature as well. Unsurprisingly, Ezreal gasps from the sudden action, namely the kiss. Thankfully he gets his mouth closed before Vladimir's tongue gets in; unfortunately the creature nips at and licks the boy's lips in an attempt to get Ezreal to open up again.
Ezreal does what any sane person would do and tries (in vain) to keep his head away and his mouth clamped shut. What he doesn't expect is for Vladimir to, especially in his sex-crazed trance-like state, move the hand he still has around the boy's side downward, running it over Ezreal's rather sensitive area up to his chest and back to dig into his side. This easily earns another sharp gasp from Ezreal, whom isn't so quick to shut his mouth this time. The boy's mouth was dry from his run before, so when he feels the creature's tongue in his mouth it feels more like a really, really wet rag or something. It's no wonder now why Vladimir kept licking him before, the creature's mouth has been watering from the human's scent…though this might be normal for vampires. Whatever the reason, Ezreal bites down on Vladimir's tongue once he snaps out of his daze. The creature just moans into their kiss, thoroughly enjoying the boy's taste…and now the taste of his own blood mixed in. Well, the explorer's mouth certainly isn't dry anymore, though he'd prefer it over foreign saliva and blood by a long shot.
The explorer can safely say, even in the most humid of jungles he has never felt this overheated. Ezreal blames it completely on the creature, though a part of him thinks he, his body not his mind by any means, might actually be enjoying this…which would certainly explain the stabbing pain in his stomach that isn't his knees. Vladimir releases him from their kiss after awhile, leaving both parties panting, focusing now on nipping the boy's neck; unfortunately for Ezreal this somehow earns a moan from him…which certainly doesn't help matters. Sounds from him only encourage Vladimir to tighten his grip almost dangerously and increase his pace. Nipping turns to a full-fledged bite soon after this, which is likely meant to steady Vladimir; or maybe it's normal for vampires as they mate…whatever the reason, the loss of blood from that bite soon becomes one too many wounds for the human.
Psychological and physical tolls on the boy become simply too much to bear, which is to be expected after a good ten minutes plus of Vladimir's idea of romance. Ezreal blacks out soon after the creature's bloodied fangs remove themselves from his neck.