3. To Come Full Circle

There was only so much a woman could take before breaking down, grabbing the object of her desires by the ear, and forcefully dragging him off to have her way with him. Vayne in particular had reached that limit when she'd decided to spectate the League's last scheduled match of the evening in which Draven just so happened to be participating.

She hated to admit it, but the Glorious Executioner had truly lived up to his title during his performance, each precise twist of his arm to deal a decisive blow had left her squirming almost painfully in her seat with each frenzied cry before charging after his next target, normal attire splattered a cruel red. By the time the match had ended and his perfect score was displayed for everyone to see, Vayne had decided that enough was enough.

It was with a scowl and a coat of freshly-applied lipstick that the Night Hunter stormed into forbidden territory once more and made a beeline for a freshly showered and (unfortunately) fully clothed Draven. He barely had time to raise an axe in defense before she struck.

"Vayne, I've told you already, this is the men's–"

He was abruptly cut off by her completely shoving him into the metal lockers behind him and digging her forearm into his jugular, thanking the heels of her boots for giving her enough leverage to do so.

"But what did I even do this time?!" he managed to wail through the painful pressure against his windpipe, really having no clue as to what he'd done to offend her.

"You," she seethed with irritation, the axe-wielder squirming as he struggled for air. "Are the biggest fucking cunt tease I have ever had the displeasure of meeting."

"Whoa, wait, wha–" Draven managed to let out before she retracted her arm, finally giving him some room to breathe. His hands went to the soreness of his throat as the words processed in his head. "What?"

"You heard me," the Night Hunter growled, tone ablaze with clearly misplaced anger and a hint of something else that he couldn't quite pinpoint. "And the part where you made me want you like some hormonal teenage girl just for kicks is just about the lowest thing I can think of."

Draven briefly wondered if he needed to get his hearing checked or if maybe the rock the little prehistoric bugger chucked at him earlier had done some actual brain damage.

"And even if you do have just about everything going for you, I still hate your mustache," she finished, continuing to glower at his bemused expression.

"Hey now," he somehow mustered despite the severe verbal lashing he'd just endured. "You're not much better, miss I'm-just-gonna-wear-skin-tight-leather-all-day-and-oh-let-me-bend-over-to-pick-up-this-arrow-I-dropped! You've been driving me insane, you know that? Do you know how many times I've wanted to throw you into the nearest supply closet and–" he paused for a moment as if just realizing something.

"And my mustache is cool," he told her, twisting one of the long ends between his fingers to illustrate the extent to which he'd been offended.

"Shut up and come here," Vayne commanded before kicking his feet apart so he was a bit closer to her height, leaning up to kiss him full on the mouth.

Draven scrambled and sputtered and then appeared to suddenly understand what was happening. He hunched over her, wrapping his left arm the whole way around her waist. He still held the axe in his other hand, and she felt the sharp, bladed edge run up the back of her thigh against the leather. The abrupt sensation sent a chill up her spine, parting her mouth with a gasp. Draven was quick to respond to the opening, letting his tongue graze the outline of her teeth before wrestling with her own. Not wanting to completely relinquish to her, Draven forced her back against the opposite wall of lockers and mumbled something she didn't quite catch against her mouth while letting his hands grab harshly at the flare of her hips.

Her ears caught the faint sound of footsteps from the hall that seemed to be approaching. It took a bit of willpower to grasp Draven by the shoulders to force him off. He seemed particularly reluctant to part, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth in a futile attempt to keep her where she was.

"We shouldn't stay here," she mentioned as the footsteps grew louder, ache between her hipbones full and livid as he eyed her hungrily. "Which is closer, your room or mine?"

Though clearly annoyed with the interruption, Draven took the time to ponder anyway, "Mine I think? The Noxian hall ain't too far."

Vayne smirked, her figure vanishing before him to make for an inconspicuous exit, "Lead the way, then."

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After they were behind closed doors and safe from any prying eyes, it didn't take very long for the two of them to continue where they'd left off. Vayne hadn't even waited for the door to lock before shoving Draven against it much like she'd done with the lockers as he fumbled for the metallic button of the doorknob. But he caught up fairly quickly after it clicked, tasting her with his tongue and manhandling her curves.

"I want you," Draven declared hoarsely after they broke contact, only to attack her lips again. With a needlessly grand flourish, he hoisted her on top of his dresser while still attached at the mouth, eagerly tugging the zipper of her jumpsuit downwards. Vayne wrapped her arms around his shoulders and crossed her legs behind him, grinding her hips against his for whatever friction they could manage while still clothed. His attention turned to the skin he'd exposed, marring the column of her neck as he peeled the material further apart for access.

"Good," Vayne replied with a breathless grin before attempting the same of the buckles on his chest plate. It was annoying how his outfit wasn't as simple as hers, and although she'd managed to unclasp a few, it was hard to determine how many were left with the number of straps on the damned thing–

"Ow!" Vayne yelped suddenly, legs untangling themselves and pushing him away.

"What? What'd I do?" Draven panicked in reflex, jumping away from her as if she were threatening to maim him. He gave her a once-over, watching as her hand flew to her side. There was a hole in the leather that clearly hadn't been there before, though there was no puckering of the skin underneath to indicate any wounds. He gave her a nervous chuckle met by an icy glare.

"Must you always wear such spinous armaments?" Vayne muttered, eyeing the jagged points of his armguards indignantly.

"They're signature Draven!" he replied in defense, lifting his arms her in an exaggerated shrug to try and illustrate his point.

"They're neither functional nor stylish," she scoffed, though the lines of his arms swiveling and swaying with the muscle went silently appreciated.

"Alright, alright, they're coming off," Draven surrendered, accepting that Vayne would probably find some way to throw a jab at him, even if she wanted him so badly. As he undid the clasps of his chest armor, the sounds of shuffling behind him indicated that Vayne was doing the same with what her outfit to save them some time. By the time he'd completely undressed, she'd already made herself comfortable on the edge of this bed, beckoning him to join her.

He gladly obliged, parting her legs so that he could crawl over her and meet her with a kiss. She crooned in appreciation and closed her eyes, blindly exploring the expanse of his arms, his shoulders, and further downwards until she found the hard ridge of his cock. Draven grunted, teeth clenching and pressing his forehead against hers as she stroked at the sensitive skin. She found the feral look in his eyes intoxicating, adding in an occasional squeeze or a flick of the thumb over the head and carefully watching his responses before fully closing her fist around his length to pump him. She was rewarded with another growl and his hands groping at her chest, kneading at the soft flesh and rolling her nipples between his fingers in a way that sent jolts of electricity to her core.

It when she felt the first slippery drops of precum that she stopped, taking a moment to lick her fingers clean (making Draven throb involuntarily) before pressing a palm to his chest to edge him backwards. He complied fully, letting her guide him into his back so that she could straddle his wide hips.

"Like this," Vayne instructed, balancing with one hand on his shoulder as she took him in her hands to align herself. Feeling his head against her folds, she guided herself downwards, bringing the tip within her first ring of muscles before letting go and sinking further until he was fully sheathed within her. She winced a bit and made a mental note to never go so long without sex again, but soon after was able to relish the sensation of finally being fucked. Both hands on his shoulders now, the Night Hunter rocked her hips experimentally, feeling the heat pool between her legs. Draven emitted a throaty growl, the muscles of his abdominals flexing as he squirmed beneath her. She'd thought it was all due to his own pleasure until he grabbed her hips to stop her movements.

"W-Wait a sec," he said, holding her steady as he propped himself up into a sitting position. The sudden change in angle made her whimper, but before she could ask what he intended to do, he tucked her chin over his shoulder. He placed one hand on the back of her neck to keep her still while the other carefully unraveled the long band that structured her ponytail, causing the dark strands to fall untamed around her face and. Vayne instinctively reached to neaten them, but was interrupted when he caught her wrists and leaned forwards to kiss her deeply, fervently.

"Much better," Draven told her with a smile that caught her off guard as he released her, scooting them both backwards to set the band on his bedside table. Vayne felt a surge of something flutter in her chest as he eased himself back against the pillows, angled so that he could fully appreciate the view.

It certainly wasn't the first time he'd complimented her, but Vayne suddenly felt very vulnerable.

"You're unbelievable," she eventually muttered, throwing the thought aside for now and positioning herself upright once more, rolling her hips into his with another whine.

"I think it's a little too early for you to be saying that, babe," Draven countered with a devilish smirk as he brought a hand to her hip to aid her movements. Vayne couldn't help but roll her eyes, but also failed to bite back a grin of her own before setting her pace.

With the initial sting far subsided, Vayne reveled in the fullness as she moved up and down. He filled her to stretching, "So good," she breathed, savoring the thick heat, the slide of him, smooth and easy and even without anything on her clit yet. Her lips parted in a string of cries and moans as she rode him. It felt wonderful.

Draven exhaled roughly, just below a growl, and tightened his arm, pulling them closer together. His mouth landed on her collar bone, his breath moist and hot, and he sucked at the bottom of her neck, tongue swiping out to lick over her skin before dipping lower still. In the midst of her pleasure, Vayne failed to fight back a laugh as the tendrils of his mustache tickled her breasts. He detached himself at the melodic sound, looking at her something wild in his eyes before kissing her again. Her pleased hums became melodic gasps as he swallowed her sweet sounds, bringing one hand to the dip of her back to ease her forward while the other cupped her face, sweeping past the shell of her ear and tangling in her hair.

"Fuck, Vayne," he rasped as they parted, her broken breaths hot against the bridge of his nose. Her hooded eyes threatened to consume him as her hands explored his chest, fascinated at the firm layers of muscle and the lines that mapped them, stopping to bite at their apex on his shoulders as he hit a particularly sweet spot within her.

"There, yes, yes–!" she cried as his hands flew to her hips to check her rhythm while his own thrusts upwards, adding his amazing steady strength to her rising need. Feeling close to her limit, she repositioned, pulling her knees off the mattress and bracing her feet for the angle she craved while locking her arms around his neck. With every shove down her body she just wanted it again, again, harder, vocalizing her need with growing volume and veracity. As the pressure between her legs continued to build, she shoved an arm between them to touch herself in the way she needed while they moved in instinctual tandem.

Vayne's thighs were beginning to quiver, movements losing their pace and unconsciously relenting to his Draven's upward thrusts. The shift of control was quickly noted, and he took the opportunity to grab her firmly by the hips and slam her down onto his cock with enough force to make her scream as she finally hit orgasm. She convulsed and folded against him with a whimper, still shaking as he continued to impale her with the rippling of her walls bringing him closer to his own release.

Tightening his hold, he moved up into her with tiny motions of hands and hips to let him thrust without separating them more than absolutely necessary, wanting nothing more than to stay buried completely inside her. Vayne felt the pressure steadily begin to build again, and with the strength she had left she desperately ground her hips to aid him, feeling his fingers dig into her ass at the added sensation. Feeling as if he were about to burst, Draven did lift her a little then, enough for her to feel the motion properly for his last few jerky strokes, and then she was held tight down against him again. She bit her lip, mewling with pleasure as she felt his dick pulse inside her and watching his forehead knit as he came shuddering once, twice, three times.

The hot, pulsing of his member as her stimulus, the tighter muscles in her lower body pulled as Vayne came again with a triumphant writhe, throwing her head back with a cry, waves of euphoria washing over her before slumping lifelessly against him. Now overly sensitive, she removed her hand moist with slickness and rested her head over the drum of his heartbeat. They stayed like that for a bit, his softening member still a welcome sensation while they took a moment to catch their breaths.

Mental haze beginning to clear, Vayne lifted her chin to eye him, a few raven strands obscuring her view. "I should have asked you to do this years ago," she lazily purred, hands occupying themselves with the lines on his chest again as he curled an arm around her waist.

"Well you didn't really ask," Draven corrected her, to which he received a particularly harsh rake down his side. He winced and caught her wrists, instigating a one-sided wrestling match as he slid out of her, refusing to let go. Energy slowly coming back to her, she wriggled to regain control of her arms but was no match for his strength.

"So care to repeat what you said earlier?" He smirked, basking in the natural flush on her face and the heaving of her breasts as she continued to struggle against his hold.

"Hm?" She questioned, stopping her struggling to cant her hips against his half-hard groin. "I think it's a little too early for you to be saying that, babe," she mimicked with a challenging grin.

All at once Vayne found herself on her back, wind completely knocked out of her as the mattress bounced with the sudden shift of gravity.

"You kidding me?" Draven asked, cock fully recovered and prodding at her still slick entrance. "We're just getting started."

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The next morning, Draven found himself as the sole occupant of his bed. He opened his eyes with a grunt, light from the window hitting him with an uncomfortable warmth as his arm blindly searched for the feminine waist it had held only a few hours prior. He eventually sat upright, tired eyes scanning the room for any signs of Vayne. Had it not been for the few dark strands left on his pillow and the way his clothes organized in an uncharacteristically neat pile on his dresser, he might've wondered if she'd even been there at all.

He allowed himself to sigh. He hadn't quite expected her to stay, but he couldn't help but feel kind of…disappointed. Trying to shake the thought away, he looked to the alarm clock on his dresser. The red numbers read 9:47, leaving him with a bit of time before his match at 11 o'clock. Rubbing his eyes in lethargy, he supposed a much needed shower would be a good idea to start with.

He glanced again at the careful arrangement of his armor placed on top of the folded cloth components of his outfit, eventually deciding on a robe instead of disturbing it for now. Slinging a towel over his shoulder, he made his way to the shared showers of the wing. The shock of the running water raining harshly over him helped wake him up a bit, but it also made him more aware of the slightly dull feeling in his chest as he scrubbed away any remaining traces of her.

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"Will you stop that already?"

"Huh?" Draven mumbled, spotting older brother entering the lounge area of the hall he'd been brooding in. "Stop what?"

Darius stared him down, arms crossed and mouth in a stern line, "Stop sulking like a kicked puppy first thing in the morning."

"W-What?" he stammered for a bit before forcing a chuckle, hoping it sounded Draven enough to pass as normal. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You honestly think you can fool me?" The Hand of Noxus said disbelievingly, watching as Draven brought his shoulders down to a lifeless slouch. "And I'm not the only one who's noticed either. Morgana told me you declined one of her specialty muffins during breakfast and that only ever happens when you're in a mood."

"Seriously? It's that obvious?" He wailed despairingly. He shouldn't have been surprised really, the whole transparency thing probably came with the fact that Darius had been the one to change his diapers when they were younger.

"Has something happened?" Darius asked him more seriously, tone hinting urgent, familial concern.

"Uhh…Well…" Draven trailed off, not wanting to worry his brother but also not quite willing to explain. After all, he didn't think, 'I had the best sex of my life last night with Vayne – can you believe it? But I guess it was just a one night stand and now I'm kind of butthurt about it,' would go over very well. For various reasons.

"Ah, just forget it!" Draven waved it off, feeling a headache (and a little bit of heartache) coming on just thinking about it. The answer was obviously unsatisfactory, as his Darius stood unmoving to block his escape, hardened eyes indicating he wasn't backing down until he'd gotten an answer that would put him at ease.

"Draven is totally fine," the axe-wielder tried in the most convincing tone he could muster. "Now if you'll excuse me, my match starts in a few minutes and if anything, I'm sure a little bit of carnage will have me feeling at one hundred–"

"Good afternoon, Draven," a strikingly feminine voice greeted, causing him to whirl around so fast he almost got whiplash.

Speak of the devil, or perhaps she was more of the opposite today, which seemed a bit strange to associate her with. But after giving her a startled once-over, he decided that white suited her just as much as black.

Vayne tilted her head slightly, hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail with wing-like adornments crowning her head and matching the other golden adornments of her outfit. Though it showed more skin than her usual jumpsuits, the ensemble remained modest with its off shoulder straps, protective chest armor, and breezy skirt that flattered the feminine shape of her thighs. The otherworldly glow from her eyes suggested that she had contact lenses in, and although she could have probably done without them, she still looked quite pretty.

Draven hadn't realized he'd been staring until her unnaturally bright gaze blinked at him in expectance. "Ah, uh, good afternoon!" He managed after a couple of tries, giving her a nervous wave. Beside him, Darius eyed the interaction with weary curiosity, though chose to keep silent as he continued to observe the two.

"If you don't mind," she motioned with her usual curtness, indicating she intended to pass. The younger of the two nodded a little too enthusiastically as he jumped out of her way.

"Were you summoned earlier?" Draven asked carefully, not wanting to hint at his previous despair on her account.

Vayne gave a quick nod, far more level-headed than he was after all that had transpired between them, "Since this morning, actually. Three consecutive matches. All victories, of course."

"Wouldn't doubt it," Draven replied, suddenly finding it much easier to breathe as she moved to proceed past them.

"Good luck with your match as well," Vayne told him abruptly with a small smile. "I'll be watching."

It could have been that Draven was a little snow-blind from the glare of her contacts, but for a moment he thought he saw Vayne wink at him. He definitely saw the swing in her hips as she walked though, and not all of it seemed to be for his benefit. It hadn't been so obvious from a distance, but there was a slight wobble to her gait that absolutely conveyed she was having a hard time walking straight.

"Yeah, thanks," he responded cheekily. He wasn't completely sure if she caught his sentiment, but he supposed it didn't matter for now as his eyes continued to follow the jerky sway of her skirt.

Darius waited until the Demacian marksman had completely disappeared before speaking. "I wasn't aware the two of you were so well acquainted," he mentioned with a deliberate undertone to his voice.

"Something like that," he replied with a lively twirl of his axes before strutting down the hall in true Draven fashion.

He was grinning all the way to the summoning platform.

It's done? IT'S DONE. Holy shit this took so long to finish and I'm so sorry. A lot's happened in the year between this chapter and the previous one, but I'm just glad I was able to finish.. Admittedly this was also the hardest chapter to write because I wanted to maintain a balance of sexy and witty instead of making it one or the other, so hopefully I was able to achieve that. It took a week of me being fully sick and unable to do anything along with a lot of tea, discouraged naps, and hopping on cheesyturtle's tumblr to look at the marvelous art she did inspired by this to FINALLY buckle down and finish this monster. Thank you so much to all my readers for putting up with my writing laziness, and I hope you've enjoyed!