(NOTE): Hello dear readers,

The end of the chapter is a bit weird. Well I wanted to do this, but I didn't know where to put it. so this is a warning for some of you who don't like male/male action (the last part of the chapter contains some male/male action).

I am sorry about the lack of chapters, but I will have another one up very soon.

Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 25: Confessions.

Graves is standing in front of the mirror. He is using a small comb on his beard to find all the hair that is outgrowing the others. A pair of scissors to trim them away. Last night Tobias had called him. Asking him if he knew anything about Jhin. He had told him the CIA took him right away and doesn't know in details. The SAC has been gone to Piltover for Two days now, soon Grey and Vayne will leave to Piltover as well, to handle Petal with The Du Couteau's help. The problem is the man that shot him. Parks and Quinn are picking him up to start their investigations. They will have to start from the place it was purchased from.

Graves hears the sound of small footsteps skipping towards him. He turns around to find his little daughter staring at the wound on his side. Damn, forgot to wear a shirt.
It does look less disturbing to the eyes than before thanks to the regular visits Soraka makes to his house. Ashe and Soraka have given him advises about children, told him he should get a babysitter. Maybe it's a good idea now that he is back on duty.

"It hurt?" Hannah points at the ugly wound making a worried little face.
"Sometime" she kisses her palm and walks until she places it on the wound. Graves chuckles and picks her up. He makes her sit on the counter and face the mirror.
"It still hurt?"
She looks at his reflection. Sarah probably taught her that. He is really surprised that Hannah looks a lot like him and not like her mother. His son did have that red hair and same eyes which doesn't make sense, because Hannah has his hair and the very same eyes.
"Where are we going?" he makes her look straight at the mirror when she tries to look at him. Her hair is soft and it's easy to make, just his.
"To see aunt Ashe and Soraka."
The doorbell rings and he finishes her hair with a pink band perfect with her white dress, just like Ashe had instructed him. He picks her up again and she waits for him.
"Find your shoes."
She takes off and he head to the door, must be Lucian.

#

'I told you to stay away from her. She is dangerous for god's sake.'

She remembers her father's words. Cassiopeia clicks her tongue. This is all Katarina's fault. Cassiopeia had delivered the sealed letter to her father and he recognised the seal. He had told her it resembled a demacian noble house. House Vayne. If the Agent was from a noble house then how come she has never heard of it.

It wasn't her fault that the agent showed out of nowhere and kidnaped her. Technically she didn't disobey his orders and until he is ready to forgive, she can't leave her apartment . Two days, it has been two days since she was at the agent's mansion. She did try to convince him that they are trying to find the operative Patel she met the first time the Noxians 'visited' them. Cassiopeia blows on the nail polish she just applied. She is sitting on one of the two settees in the living room.

Cassiopeia takes a sip from her tea and watches the news on the TV. Daruis didn't make a move on them, maybe he was ordered to stay low. It will also be really dumb of them if they tried to. Now that the FBI are after them, they need to at least get rid of some of them. The warning they sent was just a warm up. They failed not knowing that the FBI is stronger than that.

Her father was going to prison if the FBI haven't showed up that day. Frame him for drug trafficking or make him work with them. It was indeed a close call. They even asked for an arranged marriage as a sign of trust.

The heiress unlocks the phone and goes through her contacts, finger presses on the name that that voice belonged to. The only person that will make things more complicated with her father. The only person she is 'grounded' because of.

It connects.

'Hello?' per usual, the same answer she always receives.
"I couldn't go the company today" something bubbles inside of her. what could she be doing right now?
'Did something happen?'
"My father is against the idea of me helping you" the agent hums as if thinking "But I have something for you" Cassiopeia had thought of hiding some 'information' about the Noxians, this might be interesting. "But why don't we discuss it over tea?"
'Tea? Didn't your father warn you to stay away from me?'
"I will be waiting."
'I will see what I can do."

#

Graves is in the car with Lucian and the newbie. He hasn't seen an Ex-Ranger before. He thought that they were just a myth made by the Demacian government to cover up for their Black-Ops. Lucian is taking over from the Night Hunter, said she left on private business. Really rare, usually Xin Zhao handles all her matters, unless he is afraid to go against the crown, which Vayne doesn't give a damn about.
"Malcom and I will go talk to the handler, you will be our back-up if we need any" could really use a cigarette right now. They both exit and he buttons his jacket. Lucian is already heading inside and his eyes are everywhere. It will be dark soon and all the wrong people well be gathering here if they don't finish really fast. It is not a place for feds.

They enter the guns store. Coming here wearing a suit will attract the wrong eye, they did change not wanting to create the annoying atmosphere.

"How can I help you gentlemen?"
The man is not taller than Lucian, but he is bulkier. His sleeveless leather shirt showing his tattooed arms and his hand is stroking his great grey beard.
"Was wondering if you can help us identify the buyer?" Lucian hands over a paper, in it written all the information the man wants, to find out who had purchased the gun.
It takes the man minutes to think.
"Who is asking?"
"I am asking" shitballs. Lucian shows his badge not giving a single fuck about his surroundings. No-one had noticed yet, so they might actually get away with it if the man plays this the smart way.
The man nods and it takes him five minutes to search the buyer's name. How are we getting away with this?

#

She finally decides on not to change what she is wearing. The black lace below her thighs dress with a killer V-neck showing her skin. Cassiopeia smiled to her reflection in the mirror. She leaves the walk-in closet and heads to the living room to find the agent standing in the middle of it giving her back. She bits her lip and walks, heals clacking on the ceramic flooring and the agent turns around. "When did you get here?" The agent is wearing black jeans with an off-white shirt with the upper two buttons undone, revealing some skin and a blazer. Leather gloves and ankle-heeled boots.
"Five minutes ago" Vayne answers taking of her gloves. Placing them on the table.
"Want anything to drink?"
"I'll have what you're having" the agent answers softly and Cassiopeia leaves her heading for the cabinet. It is not intended, but there is nothing wrong with having a drink with the agent.
She takes the expensive bottle and fills two glasses with the light pink drink. The persistent stream of delicate, dynamic bubbles fill the top. Cassiopeia holds them both in her hands and walks to where she finds her still standing. The agent had taken off her blazer in the meantime. The white cotton shirt is way too tight and she is sure that whatever is underneath it, will be quite the sight.
She extends her arm handing over the drink.
Vayne stares at the drink for a minute as if having an inner meeting with all her senses.
"One drink is not going to hurt."
"I can't. I still have work to do."
Disappointed -not letting the agent see it - she places them both on the table. Cassiopeia then hands over a memory stick to the agent.
"What is this?" Agent Vayne asks and for the first time since her arrival the agent looks. She can't answer. Her eyes she admires for a minute and finds it really hard to break the contact. The agent is simply waiting for an answer and she is standing there not realizing that the awkward silence had taken over.
"Conceder it a gift. It contains all the contractors D.C. Company is negotiating with. Some of them are Noxians. Father is using them to find Swain. You should thank me."
"I guess saying it won't be enough."

There it is. That smile on her lips. Vayne knows exactly where this is going. Her hands rest on Vayne's shoulders and they start playing with the shirt's collar. The woman lifts her head up and locks eyes with her. Emerald jewels are her eyes that match the earrings she is wearing. She has to think of something to get her out of this, really fast. Coming here was a mistake. She thought that maybe Cassiopeia wasn't playing for the first time since she had met her, but the green-eyed is on to something really dangerous .

"There will be a party in Piltover hosted by the major. I found your name listed as one of the attendants."

Vayne backs before this gets out of her hands, afraid if she lets her get any closer then all her senses will be taken away by the woman. This is wrong, she keeps reminding herself. Vayne is well aware of Cassiopeia's intentions. She wants to play and I have not time for nonsense.
"I have to go."
Vayne nods her head slowly and Cassiopeia walks to the door and Vayne is following her. Greet, at least she understands.

Vayne opens the door to leave when she was stopped by a hand grapping her arm. She looks over her shoulder to find green mixed with the feintest plead. Her lips are slightly separated as if she wants to say something. Vayne waits for her to speak her mind, but nothing comes out of it. Cassiopeia makes two steps towards her, resting a hand on Vayne's shoulder.

"What is it?"

The agent asks all of the sudden in a whisper and she needs to collect herself really. What was that? Cassiopeia thinks to herself when Vayne spoke. The arm she held twisted and the agent's hand connected to hers. She pulled her placing her hands on Cassiopeia's waist. They don't grab on her, they don't push or pull, just there present. She wants them to move on her. She wants them to be rough with her. Even though the agent is easily predictable, Cassiopeia -for the first time in her life-has never felt the need to play a game. To tease and leave them run after her. She wants none of that right now, but for those hands to move.
The agent's nose brushes on her, asking to look up. Cassiopeia finds blue rare rocks she wants to add to her collection, make them her favourite.
"Do you have to leave?"
Her lips tuck upwards from one side, Cassiopeia didn't see that, she felt them as the agent kissed her. She bits Vayne's lower lip begging her to move her hands and Cassiopeia swears -again- that this is the first time someone treats her this way. They all wanted one thing from her, her body. But the agent didn't overstep in any way. Her stomach knot in weird ways she has never felt with anyone. Fuck, is this what Katarina meant? Does she really like her?

Shocked, Cassiopeia breaks the hot make out session with the agent. She backs away, away from her. A large space is between them. She could feel her heart beats -no, no, the agent is walking to her, her expression is unreadable- every single pound in her chest. She can feel it still, beating, pulsing, thumping with every stride the agent makes, closing up on her. She is not in love, this is absurd. No one will save her now. Vayne is already in front of her, taking a hand and kisses its back. Why won't her heart stop. It beats, so strong she think her chest will burst. The agent draws near.

"Have a wonderful evening" she whispers against her lips, leaving her standing there in her own little battle against her stupid heart.

#

She had asked around about the purchased gun. The seller had told them his name was Bullet. She parks the bike and exits. The real problem is the attention she brought to herself, not that she cares. Quinn has dealt with these kind of people before. She doesn't even know the term 'people' even applies to them. The morals of a sewer rat. For all their 'code' the only one that counts is the most barbaric scum-bag rules. Be loyal or be more savage, that's the way it is. That's the way their estate is going. They're devolving into apes again, metaphorically beating their chests by brandishing weaponry and moving as thuggish herds.

She had to split from agent Parks and Graves, to cover more ground before the trail goes cold. Find Bullet, find the shooter and that could lead them somewhere. It is not that hard if she thinks about it.

She enters the bar and the sight deserves Zaun's award of 'the cleanest bar ever' she almost throws up to the smell. Sweat, bear and joint are filling the air. It is not that crowded though, as its not night-time yet. When its midnight, this place is hell indeed. Quinn looks around the place, trying to spot the leader.

The man has the swagger of someone she doesn't even want to lock eyes with, let alone cross. His arms has more ink than skin and his blonde hair so closely cropped that from a distance she had mistaken him for being bald. When his trajectory is set for her, Quinn has no option but to hold his gaze.

"Are you lost little bird?" she can scene the cruelty in his voice, how many people did he kill?

But that is not why she is here, there are other things to do. "I am looking for the owner" she throws the bullet that was kept in the evidence plastic bag. Beneath his pierced brows his eyes are as direct as she expected, not even blinking as much as the average person. Then from the shadows comes three more just like him, but not so pale. One of them steps forward. Black hair, and his eyes are pit-less abyss.

"You're a fucking cop?" he spits and keeps making his way to her. There was stillness on all of a sudden at each side of the bar. If hatred was visible the air would have been scarlet. Only the movement the man made towards her is what she can hear.

He threw his body weight behind the fist that edged her face, if that hit, it would've taken her jaw with such force blood pool into her mouth. She dodges and with her own two hands she grasped his head in her hands and brought her knee cap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack and she released his dark haired head. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right. Caught up in the moment she didn't hear the son of a bitch rushes from behind her. Circling his muscled arms around her. The one in front of her chuckled and cracked his knuckles. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into her stomach, it was like hitting a train head on. Her guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting. But don't be taken away by it, Shyvana hits way harder than this guy.
Quinn lifts herself up, with the asshole's help from behind her and she connects the back of her boots to his face breaking his nose completely. She then kicks the one that held her in his balls and its payback time. She punches his jaw, her fist collided with all her body weight. She continued this battering until he fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in.

Quinn looked around daring anyone to walk up on her. She then looked at the leader, who wasn't even impressed. This leader is resting against the wooden pillar with a face of utter nonchalance, as if he were merely waiting for a bus on a spring day, apple in hand. He isn't slumped at all, his body is clearly too muscular for that, yet it is just as relaxed as his face. He's almost smiling - smiling as if something good were about to happen. The world falls through her feet. Good for him is likely bad for her. Very bad.

Then she remembers agent Parks's words 'Just tell them Thresh sent you' she doesn't know who that Thresh is, but she knows it's the same name on Agent Parks's mask. She breathes in and out trying to stay calm. "Thresh sends his regards, says the bullet belonged to someone who shot one of his. You don't happen to know who that is, do you?" Quinn almost gulps when she says the name, because she didn't just get everyone's attention, but they all fully turned to look at her. The leader's expression changed, fear.

"Fate. That is all I know. Now fuck off."

#

"How can you let her go alone?"
Shauna looks way to different from this morning. Ashe studies the weird gestures and movement she makes. Earlier this morning she kept on getting these private calls when they were listening to Vi's story. The different part is her very calm self even though she should be killing them one by one for the mistake they made. Ugh, Ashe shivers to the thought.
Good thing the boss left old man Malcolm and Lucian in charge.

She is in a conversation with Lucian. They are in the 'armoury' the team made only for them to enter. Ashe is treating Quinn's wounds, not that there are any, but she needs to check her up. Soraka will be here soon.

"Well just make sure you take your pills before bedtime." Ashe adjusts the imaginary glasses, mimicking a doctor's tone when they speak to little kids.
"Thank you doctor."

Ashe smiles softly to the adorable face. Shauna and Lucian are still discussing the information they got from the gang leader. Bullet will be at the party in Piltover to meet up with Petal. Herself and the Hunter will attend. Supporting them is the boss and Katarina, who was invited as Miss Du Couteau. Find Bullet, find What or who Fate is, and even better, they will find Petal.

"Are you okay?" Shauna stands next to Ashe's left. She really looks less pissed off than she usually is.
"It's nothing. I will be fine" Amelia buttons back her shirt and stands up "I will be with Parks if you need anything."

Quinn excuse herself and leaves with Lucian, which leaves her with a …wow- a yawning Shauna at only nine o'clock.
"Tired?" Ashe asks rounding her arms around the woman's neck. She starches the area behind her ear and nods.
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" it is routine whenever The Hunter is not in the mood to drive two hours to her mansion, she asks Ashe or Caitlyn -that is currently in Piltover- to stay over if Zed returns from assignments. She likes to give the couple their space. Ashe smiles, it has been a while since she had shared her bed with Shauna, talking with her is always fun. maybe she will get her to talk about the reason why she is in a good mood right now.
"Zed's already back?" she hums and brings Ashe closer nuzzling her head in Ashe's neck. Her shoulders drop, and Ashe relaxes to the contact.
"I want to talk to you" Shauna whispers and Ashe sighs.
"Only if you buy me dinner first" The Hunter chuckles and backs.
"Of course your highness" she bows and turns round. She open the door and holds it for Ashe to exit first.
"Thank you."

#

When Jason arrives at his apartment he finds the lights switched on. Did Varus come back? he thinks to himself as he takes of his shoes. He hasn't seen him in a while and it would feel really good to be able to find him right now. He first searches the kitchen then the room Varus filled with weapons and he filled with electronics. He usually spends his time there reviewing his missions and setting up new ones. Ezreal makes his way to the bedroom and it's also empty, no, Varus doesn't sleep this early.

The last room is a small reading room they made to store artefacts they both buy or find. Mostly they are books about the old Valoran. When Ezreal opens the door he sees Varus standing in the middle of it. A file in his hands. The man turned around.

"Hey lover" a husky tone came out when he spoke.

His chestnut of a beard is little grown that the last time he saw him. It does look better now, especially when Ezreal had complimented him on growing. It is darker than his golden hair. His heart skipped a beat when sapphire glittered upon seeing the Varus's turquoise eyes.

"How did your vacation go?" he then asked closing the file and placing it on the table. He leans against it and gestures for Ezreal to come closer. "Are you okay?" he asks the question smoothly, the baritone of his voice reverberating through Ezreal's bones as Varus slides a strong arm over his shoulders. The low rumble of his voice is comforting as it wraps around Ezreal and carries him off to a world where sound is the power that could change everything wrong in the world.
He squeaks and then flushes lightly when he realizes that Varus was waiting for an answer.
"I'm fine" he pips. The chuckle that replies is that soft, rolling thunder that billows across the dark skies on a stormy night.
"Do you want to talk about it?" as Varus slide his arms on Ezreal's shoulders and massages them, he lets out a groan filled with tress and pain.

These last days were tiring and filled with things that makes their work harder than it should be.

"How about in the morning?"

He opens his eyes and they meet wonderful turquoise. Hands on his neck and he was pulled into a mouth he whimpers inside of. Vasus crashes Ezreal's mouth on his. He came down so passionately and the taste of lemon drop shots is leaking out of his mouth into Ezreal's.

The feel of his large calloused hands gripping on the back of his head made Ezreal unable to even think of pulling back. His smell is always strong and it is mixed with…was that grapes?
his mouth is like a snake charmer, circling and humming in a way that always made Ezreal just sit they, transfixed. Caught up and held by his arms that acted like a chain not allowing him from freeing himself.

But he doesn't want that, Ezreal grapes on the shirt on his chest and ball the fabric as he pulls Vasus even closer. He feels the steel pipe in his jeans throb with the rhythm of his heart and he sits on one strong muscled thigh. Rubbing himself on Vasus, seeking something that could relieve him from this kiss.

They break it and stare at each other for a second. Varus stands straight and makes Ezreal move away. Shirts come off and bodies hit one another and they resume the kiss moving fast to the couch.

His inside is a lump of quivering jelly, taking this man's lips with his own is the single most sensual experience of his life. It always reminds him of that one time they first kissed. It was hot and wet, like this one. It was strength and prickly scuff, naked, fulling with lust and want. The need for more-fuck- that he wants so much of right now. He wants Vasus so bad right now, so much it took his breath away.

And he indeed did, they back panting and gasping like a waterless fish. He didn't give him time, Varus's hands threaded in his hear as he had pulled him for another, his tongue swirled and it exploded inside his mouth. Ezreal felt the stiff length on his abdomen when his legs were spread apart and shivered knowing that Varus is as hard as he is. Then he moved, dragging his mouth down on his neck, biting all over, nipping at the flesh and the belt was removed. His jeans were on the ground and Varus kneed liking up on the area between Ezreal's navel and groin. Ezreal ran a hand on Varus's smooth hair.
"Fuck."
Is all that comes out when a hot mouth takes him. A tongue plays around him ever so skilfully, driving him to the edge. He always liked it. Do it fast, and repeat it all over again to the point of not feeling his hips anymore. This first time is a warm up of what's to come later on, when they are both tired, but so caught up in the moment that they both don't feel a thing but their bodies rocking against the other.

Varus is studying every expression Ezreal is making, he knows exactly when he nears his limit, just before he does, Varus removes his mouth licking the tip one last time. He stands up and removes the last bit of clothes on his body. Every time he enters him, Varus feels that one day Ezreal will tire of him and look for someone better. He was so scared everything would change when they decided to move in together, but if anything it's made their sex so much deeper, more sensual. Ezreal's hands alights on his face, moving down past his collar bone. Already his brain is on fire. Bodies rock together to the heat and rough sounds they both make.

This is his sweet medicine after exhaustion. The way Varus's rough hands grip on his ass, sinfully driving him deeper into him. Pleasure takes over all his senses. His mind is filled with the idea of wanting Varus to explode inside, filling him with thick hot liquid.
Varus grabs him by the back of his neck and brings him in a kiss, moving in fast pace. He growled in the kiss as Ezreal whimpered in pleasure when his insides were filled and Varus's abdomen is now wet from his own cum.

"Where next?" Varus leaves the couch grabbing Ezreal's hand with him.
"The shower."

(Note):

It is quite a messy chapter, but I want to wrap up this case and write about something different. I have one more chapter to cover up the party in Piltover which will be the start to another rood after the chapters that I will write about their past.

So for those who did actually read the last part, what do you think? Was is bad?

Thank you people for reading and until the next chapter.