Deadly Need

Haaa so I finally got this done, I didn't know how to end it for a while. And This chapter is just the setup but I know it'll get good I have so much planned and I'll try really hard not to get lazy, the more reviews the sooner the updates ^^ and Also I'm looking for a good Beta Reader, so contact me if you're interested. I might add Ezreal is one of my very favorite brain babies, so please try to love him as much as I do.

Chapter I
******I feel as shy as a flower yet wanton as an animal in heat.******
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Today would have been a regular day like any other except for the now '20-year-old' Ezreal Sengoku was being forced to go back to the main house, or rather, mansion so he could be forced into celebrating his birthday with the family. It was not that he hated his family in any way, he just didn't like a whole lot of fuss for something as trivial as a birthday, but for his mother and only for his mother would he put up with this.

The car came to a stop in front of a large and rather simply designed mansion the door was opened and he stepped out of the car as the mansion doors opened and a woman only looking to be in her mid 30s sped out to wrap him up in an almost bone crushing hug, “Ezri! Happy birthday! How I've missed you! You ought to come visit me more often.”

Ezreal shrugged, “I'm sorry mother, I've been busy. College takes up most of my time.” He always made lame excuses and of course she never questioned them, though she didn't buy any of them, not even for a second, he was sure.

Suru stepped out of the hug and put an arm around his shoulder, her long black hair whipping out behind her. “Of course, of course, I ought to know you're so busy. Sometimes I forget all about you wanting to live in human world and make something of yourself there.” She sighed dramatically as she led him into the house toward what she had labeled the recreation room. When he entered the room his family cheered and shouted 'Happy Birthday!'. The women of the family would come up and give him hugs and kisses the men would shake his hand and pat his shoulder proudly. Sure these people where his family, but that didn't mean he wanted them touching him' only three of the people out of the forty-something that where here was he even remotely okay with it.

Speaking of which a man with shoulder length black hair and bright green eyes came bounding over wrapping an arm over Ezreal's shoulder, “Happy Birthday, Cousin! How ya been?” He smiled wide while Ezreal sighed and shrugged at Tommy, “Oh come on cuz it's you B-day, don't been such a downer. Lets get drunk and I can tell you all about Kate's newest hobby.”

Ezreal smirked, “You wife is really flaky, I'm surprised she's even stayed with you.” They began walking toward the bar area.
“Hey, don't be mean she loves me! You jerk.”

It was nearly midnight when Ezreal found himself stumbling around the empty corridors of the guest wing he was only more than a little tipsy. His head was buzzing and his body was heating up at what felt like an alarming rate, but he figured it was just the alcohol. He pushed open the nearest door and stumbled through and tried making his way to the bed before he suddenly felt a tug on his arm.

He turned to see a petite woman, she had her slim hand firmly around his wrist. His senses seemed to rush at this girl who stood before him, his nose was filled with the scent of lavender and vanilla. Her pale skin looked soft to the touch, her hair seemed to flow down her back like an ebony silk. Her body was lovely, all curves in all the right places. He'd never felt to reach out and touch someone as much as he did right now, and that's when she spoke.

“S-sir? These are the guest q-quarters, I can take you to y-your room i-if you like?” He never really heard the words, he was too busy staring at her plump lips as the moved, he wanted to run his tongue along them and he did without a thought of the wrongness to it. He pulled away and began to lead and gently pushing her toward the bed and the clothes began to fall to the floor. After that Ezreal's vision seemed to fuzz over and he gave into the liquid lust that seemed to flow through his veins. After that the world seemed to go black and instinct took over. The only thoughts in his mind were of the divine feeling of the supple flesh and the coursing heat running throughout his body.
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Ezreal's muscles ached all over and as he was waking he began to feel more dirty and grimy than usual. He could smell the alcohol, sweat, and something else he couldn't quite place, but it disgusted him almost as much as it seemed to bring out feelings in him he'd rather not explore. He pulled his body up untangling himself from the sheets before he got off the bed, realizing only then that he was naked. He'd never slept like that before, he'd always, always had on proper pajamas. There was, conveniently, a silk rob on the chair near the side of the bed he'd moved off from, and he put it it on with out a second thought.

Just as he tied the belt on the robe his mother busted in the room along with his father, which was a rarity of it's own. “We've been looking for you everywhere! You weren't in your room this morning and I was getting worried.” She heaved and stood still, her eyes wide with worry, it looked as if she were fighting the urge to run and hug her son but knowing he'd hate it.
“Why have you-” His father started to ask a question until he finished looking around the room, sniffing the air, headed toward the other side of the bed and the other body in it.

“What is it Sammie?” She followed his eyes to the figure in the bed and gasped, “Oh, Ezri. . . . I didn't know th-” Suddenly her face hardened, sensing some kind of wrongness to it she moved forward and touched the body finding it cold before turning it over. Suru's violet eyes saddened, “It's Mona, She only just started working this week. . . .and now . . . .” Her voice faded.

Samuel looked up at his son warily, “If you've done something say so now.”

Ezreal shook his head, more confused than ever, he didn't remember anything of last night and now it turns out her was in bed with a dead girl. He was surprised that the panic hadn't set in yet, “I-I was drinking last night so- so I don't remember much of anything after the party was over.”

His father then gave him a peculiar look, sniffing the air, “His scent . . . . . . he doesn't smell the same.” At this Suru looked up at her husband and then to her son.

“What do you mean? What's the difference?”

Ezreal just stood confused, what did the way he smelled have to do with anything? “It's more musky more-” He cut himself off, as if a thought had struck him, then looked steadily at Ezreal. “I want you do go get cleaned up and dressed properly. Then meet us in your mother's study.” Ezreal nodded mutely before his eyes fell to the dead girl.

“Don't worry,” Suru assured, “I'll take care of her.” Her eyes where clouded with a sadness as she wrapped the body in a sheet and began to pick it up. At this Ezreal felt an overwhelming guilt pour down on him as if he'd finally come to the realization of what'd he'd done. But only because his own mother's sadness did he really feel so horrible.
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Ezreal, now feeling clean after his shower and being fully dressed, made his way down the hall to his mother's study. He opened the large ornate door and walked in, feeling more than a little uneasy at the sight of the for figures in the room; His mother, father, his uncle Aza, And a tall regal looking man with an air about him that could only be described as a sensual pull. He looked them all, not understanding what was going on.

Suru came to him as he slowly made his way into the room, closer to her desk, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders ushering him forward with a reassuring smile. “It's all going to be okay, we're going to help you understand.”

“Understand what?” He gave her a strange look.

“What you are.” The tall figure who stood next Aza spoke, his voice was deep and enticing making a shiver run down Ezreal's spine, he didn't like it not one bit.

He glared at the man, “What am I then?” Ezreal looked to his mother but she looked to Samuel, that alone seemed to piss him off a little and he tried to pull away from his mother but her grip only got tighter.

“An Incubus.” Samuel stated, tone even face mute of all emotion.

“A what?” He stared at his father trying to read what ever emotions he could but found nothing.

“An Incubus, a demon that feeds of sexual energy.” The tall dark haired demon spoke once again sending a shiver down his spine, that voice was so. . . so. . . seductive and it bothered him that he was so effected by it, so he set the man a death glare earning him a smirk from the demon. “I am Zarek, and you will be coming with me to Head Incubus Tribe in the Demon world. You will need to be trained, so you don't,” He paused looking to Samuel before continuing on, “have a repeat.”

Ezreal found himself quiet calm for being told something most wold have been shocked or maybe even disgusted with, the only thing he really found himself wondering more about his mother would think of him now. He'd heard her talk about Incubi before, when he was younger and it was always obvious how much she disliked them. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, ready to see her sad disappointed face and was surprised to find that she had the same loving expression she always did and he was prepared for nothing but rejection even from his mother.

"When does he have to leave?" Suru asked looking between the three men, seeming more vulnerable than ever before.

"No later than tonight. If he waits too long. . . . . there could be another victim, the sooner he comes to the village the sooner we can help him there." Zarek explained, a small reassuring smile came to his lips.

Ezreal pulled away from his mother after giving her hand a small squeeze, "Will i need to take anything with me?" He looked to the full grown Incubus standing before him.

"We will make sure all you needs are met, there will be no need for that." He informed.

"Then we'll go now, I don't want to stay here anymore." He sent his mother an apologetic look and she gave an understanding nod.

Suru began to move out of the room, "I'll go take care of. . . . the body and I hope your trip is useful." She nodded to her son before walking out of her office. Ezreal watched her go before looking back at Zarek, wondering just what he was in for. more about his mother would think of him now.

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