Surprisingly, this one got less views than the other one I did on my phone, but oh well. I'm sorry it took so long to get this out, but I've been playing a lot of League lately and quietly ignoring the folder for fanfictions... help. As much as I'd love to delay on the juicy part, I can't bring myself to do it. So here it is at last after a singular chapter. Here goes chapter two and I hope you all enjoy.

KeikoMiyano: Ah! I'm glad that you agree. I have a lot of ships in League (most making Ezreal seem like a whore if I name them off...) and all of them are very gay. I thought of this ship after reading a few fanfictions and one in particular had Ezreal enjoying Talon's rough treatment of him. So I thought it could be canon; Ezreal likes it rough and doesn't realize it. Who better to be rough than a vampire with claws? ;) I'm glad you thought it was good though and I hope I can keep going well enough. Thank you for the review!

Hi: I honestly didn't think anyone would like or read this, so thank you for taking the time and reviewing it! I have been having a lot of irl stress lately and keep pushing aside writing, so I'm working on this over a few days and it'll probably be bad by the end, hah... I'll be taking vacation in a few weeks, so the third chapter for my other story will probably be delayed if I can even get this out on time. I'm so happy that you're interested in my stories though, and I hope I meet expectations ^-^ (I also ship Darius and Vlad =3= I ship a lot in League sweats)

Chapter two: A possession

Characters: Ezreal, Vladimir

Pairings: Vladimir/Ezreal

Warnings: Rough intercourse, blood, gay shit.

The feelings clouded his head, forcing strange thoughts to encircle him; pulling him further into allowing whatever the vampire was doing. The sane part of his brain should have done something to try to stop this, but it was shoved away by the blood bond the man had made. The thought was distant and unwanted at the moment. Ezreal stood still, quietly quivering in place as the man used his free hand to slide up to his neck, gingerly wrapping around it.

"Hmm? Is this pleasurable for you?" The voice was a purr- melting the boy's insides and rooting him in his place. Vladimir smirked, knowing he didn't need an answer. His hips were already flush against the Piltover kid, feeling every small movement he made. Ezreal swallowed thickly, resisting the urge to cup a hand over his neck to stop the blood. At least, it felt like it was still bleeding. It was hard to tell. He couldn't tell when his hand had dropped, but he felt it hanging at his waist, feeling the cool surface of a wall behind him. He'd been backed since bitten, but hadn't realized.

The Noxian chuckled softly, hesitantly pulling himself back and almost looking pained as he did so. "Turn around, boy." he ordered. Watching the blond quickly follow through, his limbs moving like a puppet to turn himself towards the wall, was partially arousing to the vampire. He really did have control over the kid now. Vladimir gingerly touched the marking he'd left which was sealed from his saliva, but still red and splotchy. It earned a shiver from the boy. Smiling, he continued and trailed down the middle of his back with his sharpened claw. The metal tore through the clothing like butter, splitting it directly down the middle. A faint trail of blood began to push out in lovely colors, revealing a cut down his spine he'd left. Gingerly gripping Ezreal's hips, he ran his tongue up the wound, causing a moan to fall from trembling lips.

Pushing his waist forward, he let his clothed girth grind against the boy's rump to show exactly what he wanted. Ezreal didn't protest in the slightest and began to push his lower half closer back to jut out his ass in presentation. Removing the metal claws on his thumbs, he set them aside on the dresser next to the two. He then hooked them into Ezreal's pants, pulling them down swiftly. "Are you letting a Noxian have his way with you so easily?" The words were taunting, hoping for an angered reaction. He knew the boy wouldn't be able to deny him now. All he seemed to do was mumble in submissive defeat and push his forehead to the wall before him.

Vladimir chuckled in return and pushed his lips to the boy's neck. He stiffened faintly, but didn't complain. Instead of biting, the vampire left gentle pecks of kisses along the sensitive flesh. His hands groped Ezreal's ass, squeezing gingerly before massaging in small circles. Ezreal hadn't noticed his own hands curling to fists until his knuckles grazed against the wall. Biting his lip, his head lowered slowly and his eyes squeezed shut. The feelings were unbearable. The boy felt unusually horny and felt as though he couldn't take care of it. Vladimir was preventing him from getting what he wanted and the thought was driving him mad."Why are you delaying it?" he snapped, turning his head to the side. The man paused his teasing actions, smiling widely. "Hmm? Are you that eager for me?" he mused.

Ezreal scowled, his breath uneven through his nose. "No..." he muttered.

Vladimir stopped, pulling back completely, to which Ezreal grew rigid and looked back in alarm. His eyes were wide and almost fearful. "What are you-?" The man pushed his mouth to the boy's forcefully, silencing him. He had removed his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his undergarments. The white skin had caught Ezreal's eye just before the kiss and a blush crept along his cheeks.

Two thumbs pressed to Ezreal's cheeks, pulling them apart. The tip to the vampire's cock pushed against his puckered hole, slowly pushing forward. "If you're so eager for me... then surely you want to skip preparation." he hissed, shoving his hips forward. Jolting, the boy clawed at the wall desperately, a choked yelp being stuck in his throat. Letting out a muffled cry, his body trembled roughly. Vladimir didn't stop, continuing until he was fully sheathed with uneven breathing. "Is this what you wanted?"

Gasping, Ezreal shook his head and gritted his teeth. "It... hurts." He hadn't known that sex would hurt this bad. Then again, most told him he wouldn't have to feel the pain of intercourse. He wasn't a woman after all. The thickness inside of him pushed forward again, causing the boy's body to move with it in attempt to distance from the source of the pain, but something stopped him. His lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed together. Pleasure shot up his spine and he quivered in new delight, almost forgetting how much Vladimir was hurting his ass. Moaning out lewdly, the blond struggled to compose himself.

"Does it still hurt?" The voice was a soft coo, almost taunting him with how little pain Vladimir felt in comparison to the boy. Ezreal's fists tightened, his breath coming out harshly against the wall before him. Looking back in mild contempt, he blinked in surprise as lips connected with his own yet again. The affection wasn't something he'd think he would be getting from a situation like this. The vampire didn't seem as coy as Ezreal had thought, but was almost concerned for the boy. The thought should have bothered him, but it didn't. Realizing he was accepting the kiss, he broke away with soft whimpers, pushing his forehead to his arm that rested against the cool surface of the wall.

"Gh..."

Vladimir smiled curiously, leaving his lips to pepper along Ezreal's shoulder. The sensations of taking another were getting to the man; his thoughts clouding. The memories of Darius and warning him of doing just this were long forgotten. His thrusts continued, growing more steady and quick as the boy began to convert his whimpers to moans. Sweat glistened along their exposed skin from effort, both growing more intense as they drew closer. Leaning over Ezreal, Vladimir groaned out lowly, clutching him harder. "Fuck-"

A blossom of ecstasy flowed from his lower region, letting out into the tightness of the one before him. Contorting his face from the pleasure, he let out soft sounds as he rode out his high. Ezreal, however, was having a similar reaction in silent awe. His hips jerked unevenly, his cum spurting into his hand and to the floor. His cheeks flared with embarrassment, but he didn't attempt to stop. Looking down at his own seed, he shivered and shut his eyes quickly. He'd been fucked by a Noxian and enjoyed it... somehow the thought wasn't as bitter as he'd like.

The two were breathless, sharing a moment of silent panting until they could move. Pulling from the boy, Vladimir sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around the scrawny waist to tug him closer. "Mm... that was rather nice, wasn't it?"

Ezreal paused before slowly leaning into the embrace with a huff of a response. "I guess." he muttered with a grunt. Suddenly, he was lifted in the air and gasped out in alarm. Vladimir carried the other to his bed, laying back to cradle him against his chest. "Only a guess? Perhaps another round later is in order." he mused, arching an eyebrow. The blond shifted atop the other, rolling to face him somewhat properly. "What? Again?" The man laughed, his blood red eyes watching Ezreal contently.

"You aren't going to leave me, are you?" He knew the answer. Ezreal couldn't if he absolutely wanted to. Now that they were bonded, there wasn't much either could do to stay apart for too long. Having a pet was always something the vampire had wanted.

Nipping at his neck gently, he closed his eyes slowly. "Rest... surely that was your first time."

Unable to retort or even argue it, the explorer sighed heavily and relaxed against the exposed chest of Vladimir, the Noxian. He couldn't explain this to anyone else without being put into an institution, so he decided to keep it quiet for now. Hopefully no one would find out about this... The thought made him frown.

"Vladimir...?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm tired..."

He laughed. "I know. So sleep."

Ezreal closed his eyes again. "Okay..."

Resting a hand upon the boy's head, he laid his head back and hummed softly, his gaze flitting open. What he had done wasn't right and he knew it. What could he have done to stop it? Sleep clung to him, forcing him down into the depths of his soon forgotten thoughts. His eyes closed and he sank into the emptiness happily. Tomorrow was best left for when it came.