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"What are you doing here?"

 He did not answer with words. No.That would be too simple. Too expected. Too meaningless.Instead, he answered with a desperate embrace, his nose buried in the crook ofthe Zaunite’s neck, gladly inhaling the overpowering scent of charred wood andmusty smog.

How he’d missed it. How he’dmissed him.

“Shh.” Ezreal murmured, closingboth eyes as he nestled himself closer between those lean arms that reluctantlybent to accept him despite the fact their differing, rivaling, progressivecities were all but warring. The lawshad been put in place to protect both of them, but Ezreal had never been one tocompletely obey something that was written in stone.

No. He preferred to discover hisown stones. His own paths.

And right here, right now…this was where his path had led him.

“Don’t let go. Please.”

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I want the K

13: Stomach Kiss

The world seemed to be in slow motion and in shades of greyscale as the explorer dropped down onto his knees without uttering a single word, his eyes glossed over as though he were intoxicated with potent alcohol. His gaze followed the length of the other young man’s body before settling on his worn tank, wondering what each rip and tear in the stained fabric had been caused by.Maybe one day, he’d ask.He gave a small glance upward to catch those slightly confused hazel eyes as he reached forward with a deft hand, boldly lifting the fabric up to reveal the very lightly muscled skin underneath, feeling a shudder course down his spine and heat pool in his gut.Fuck. Ezreal’s oceanic orbs shut as he leaned in, pressing a slew of careful kisses, tender bites, and swipes of tongue around Ekko’s navel, passionately tasting and testing his flesh as though he’d never get the chance to do it again.He probably wouldn’t.

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[[ This has nothing to do with current events, but it might have something to do with future ones? It’s just something I felt the urge to write and wanted to get out. Drabble written 100% by me with obvious inspiration from shattering-time. Thank yewww. ]]

‘I should kick him out.’

He’d been sitting on that thought for hours now, chewing the syllables in silence. Certainly well before the Prodigal Explorer had once again made himself comfortable and flopped himself in the chair; his chair, and curled up in the manner of a mangy, stray feline and promptly found himself asleep.

His messy, golden hair was the most vibrant thing in the damn room. Everything else consisted of shadowed blacks, faded greens, rusted browns.

Ezreal didn’t belong in Zaun. He stood out like a darkened birthmark on someone’s pallid, colorless face.

So why was it that Ekko kept allowing him into the shack? Why was it that they kept engaging in conversations that spoke not of where one originated, but of technology and adventure and the occasional doughnut?

‘He’s a Piltie. It’s because of a Piltie that Ajuna died. He was killed by a Piltie without a thought. And now I keep housing one?’

The teenage time turner bit his lip and sucked it into his mouth, the action making a slick-sounding noise. His hazel eyes glanced over toward Ezreal, counting the time between each rise and fall of his shoulder as he breathed. 2.5 seconds. Sometimes three.

Ezreal was a slow breather.

The oil lamp in the corner beside the chair flickered a bit as though it wanted attention, and Ekko blinked movement back into his body, suddenly realizing that he’d spent a great deal of time watching the explorer’s intakes of oxygen. He immediately grumbled softly to himself, frustrated.

What the hell was he doing?

Consorting with Ezreal wasn’t going to help the future of Zaun. If anything, it would make it worse. What if Ezreal decided to get mad at him and spill all of their technological conversations to the Piltovian government? What if a Piltie was also able to harness the ability to travel through time? Sure, Ezreal seemed harmless, but Ekko wasn’t an idiot. He knew better than to judge things at first glance.

After all, there were many things in Zaun that looked like they couldn’t hurt you, but then did. Like the air, for example.

Acting automatically, Ekko pulled the chain on the Zero-Drive and watched as the room was momentarily bathed in a glaucous light. Ezreal stirred a bit, but did not awaken. Good.

“Ez.” The Zaunite teenager spoke a shorter version of the Piltovian’s name as he dropped down on one knee in front of the chair, seemingly just now noticing the tears and torn seams in the poor furniture’s fabric. “Ezreal. Get up.”

The explorer winced as though in physical pain before he popped one blue eye open. Ekko was all blurry, and he’d almost forgotten where he was, but he’d recognize that silhouette and the musty smell of a Zaunite residence anywhere.

“Mn? For what?” he croaked, his vocal cords laced with fatigue as he opened the other eye, pressing a gloved fist into it to wipe the sleep away, allowing him to better see. The heaviness was still present in his lids, but at least his vision wasn’t blurry anymore. He laid there silent, listening.

“You need to leave. Go home. I can’t be hanging around like this with you anymore.”

“What?”

“Yeah. You need to go home. And you need to not come back here.”

“Ekko…?”

“Ezreal. Just go.”

The explorer leaned up from the chair, now fully awakened.

“What the hell is your problem?”

“You’re my problem. You and all Pilties. It was a mistake hanging out with you.”

“Ekko…I…”

“I SAID GO!”

For a long while, all Ezreal did was stare with wide-eyed surprise and possible disappointment, but eventually, his expression changed to one of intense frustration, and without saying another word, got up, adjusted the belts that adorned his chest and bounded out the rickety door into the night, slamming it in the manner of a child that had just been grounded.

…and Ekko’s fingers were shaking as he hastily turned the dial on the back of his right hand.

This is bad. This is…really, really bad.

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❤

“I-I…f-fuck…!”The explorer’s limbs were shaking as he clung to the other young male, barely registering the echoing ‘snap’ that accompanied the headboard literally breaking down the middle and only ceasing his motions when the center of the mattress had started to sag with a dull creak. The wood that it had been made of was relatively cheap and run down, but Ezreal had never considered the possibility of such a thing happening, though with such vigorous movements…he really wasn’t surprised it had.“Are…are you okay?”His concerned whisper was hoarse. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple as he struggled to catch his breath. He already knew the answer, considering the other’s facial expressions, but having some verbal reassurance wouldn’t hurt. 

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✗ [ because I am trash ]

He was pretty sure they’d just been insulting each other. Not mean insults, of course. Just small, petty, intensely uncreative insults regarding what they had assumed about one another.And suddenly…it stopped.He didn’t remember who kissed who, but he did recall exactly when the weakness had taken hold of his arms and legs in response to the gentle pressure against his mouth. He remembered his eyes fluttering shut before placing a rather aggressive nip to the Zaunite’s lower lip, and after, he raised a numb hand up (with great difficulty) and pressed it to his chest, feeling the outline of the bones beneath his thin tank top.And then, he pushed him away.Ezreal gulped audibly as he clasped his hand over the lower half of his face, obscuring the redness that had bled into the pale skin. He couldn’t look the other in the eye. How could he when he wasn’t even sure what was real anymore?“…why?” he asked through his fingers, though it wasn’t known if Ekko was the intended recipient…or he himself was.