(Probably needs better formatting and stuff, I wrote it somewhere else)
[Vi/Ezreal with a special appearance by Caitlyn. Femdom, hotdogging, voyeur.]

Chapter 1: Artifacts and sleepless nights 

It was just another day for Ezreal. He’d just returned after a week-long expedition to the Sablestone Mountains, where he uncovered a new chamber in a complex ancient Yordle mountain city. He’d brought back a hefty amount of trinkets, furniture and trophies, a benefit of being one of the most famous archaeologists in Runeterra.  In his Piltover mansion, a large duffle bag was emptied onto a large round table in his study. A few items clattered onto the wooden table, and the boy vacantly stared down at some of the less interesting fruits of his expedition. Of course, all possibly powerful artifacts were always handed down to the Archaeologist's Commission, where proper scientific analysis would be conducted, so all he was allowed to freely keep were most likely useless baubles. Sometimes pretty, but almost always useless. However, this was not what was resting on the boy’s mind.
Just before he set out, his last match in the League, he had been thoroughly defeated by Caitlyn, a woman whom despite him seeing frequently both in the League and his archeological work, he never really spoke to. Security was tight in Piltover, and Caitlyn was a workaholic, to say the least. If there was a big event happening, you could be sure she would be securing it, or at least attending as a guest. He’d been defeated by Caitlyn before, and he had won against her as well, but last time was different. Her laning companion, Janna, made some hurtful remarks, claiming Ezreal was nothing but a prepubescent boy with no real place on the battlefield. Caitlyn wasn’t usually one to join in on the taunting, but something about Janna that day made her tease Ezreal with every kill she got, rendering him utterly powerless the longer the match went on.  This had happened before, and he always struggled with coping. It was always bittersweet laning against the likes of Sarah Fortune, as she was a well known tease who took way too much pleasure in her victories, and really didn’t see Ezreal as worthy opponent, even when he defeated her. But for some reason, this last match had gotten to him.

He glazed over the small items on the table. There was a marble rectangular object, shaped like an hourglass, with small holes at the ends. Ezreal had thought it to be some kind of rudimentary musical instrument, but he was in no mood to fiddle around with it. As his thoughts travelled back to Caitlyn and Janna’s snide expressions, he instinctively picked up a small orb, a little bit smaller than his gauntleted fist. It was cerulean in colour, translucent, and had some sort of white frozen mist inside. Ezreal threw it up lightly several times, until he closed his eyes, breathing out. Instantly, his mind was flooded with clear, crystalline images. He saw himself, back on the mountains, picking something up. It was clear, he was looking at himself from the perspective of the sphere! His mouth hung open as through his mind, visions of his entire expedition flowed through his eyes, from the perspective of the sphere. He marveled at how he could go back or forth in the visions as much as he wanted. He opened his eyes, looking down at the green sphere in his hands. He did not know its original purpose, but he theorized that it must have been some sort of memory artifact. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to look past the moment of discovery, but all he saw was pitch black. It probably only showed visions of whomever touched it, starting when they first made contact. A bit useless from a historical standpoint, as it would give him no insight into the life of ancient Yordles.
Downtrodden, he put it down, musing to himself how it would make a nice paper weight.  Ezreal went to bed. His large, double king-sized bed was unusually uncomforting today, as he rolled over from side to side, unable to fall asleep. The hours began to tick, and moonlight shone through the semi closed red curtains covering the large, tall windows. He couldn’t sleep, thinking of the humiliation he had received the week before. He just couldn’t let go. The blonde put some casual clothing on, brown jeans with a hooded fur coat, grabbed the sphere and arcane shifted through the walls of his mansion, heading towards Piltover’s Industrial District.  Instinctively, he knew where he was headed, shifting from rooftop to rooftop in a yellow magical blur. He stood atop a large building, looking across at an apartment complex. He was standing on the Piltover Police Department, and he knew Caitlyn, being the worker that she was, spent most of her nights in a rented room right next to the Police Building. It didn’t take much guesswork to figure she would be staying at the top room, given her obvious obsession with control. He leaped towards the window, and in a yellow flash, shifted onto a soft carpet.

Raising his head, he saw a bed, and a woman laying in it. As he carefully stood up, he could make out her dark brown locks of hair, draped messily over her shoulder as she slept on her side, facing away from him. The room was dark, and had little decoration. Caitlyn no doubt used it purely as a bed for the nights. Ezreal took out the verdant sphere from his coat pocket, and leered over to the side of the bed.  Sweat ran down the boy’s forehead, the absolute silence in the room only interrupted by Caitlyn’s peaceful breathing. If he got caught… Well, she was the Sheriff, after all. Regardless, he leaned over her sleeping form, hoping to catch a glimpse of her front. Yup, it was Caitlyn alright. Her small, pursed lips and delicate features were unmistakable. Her covers were just up to below her bust, revealing a perky pair of breasts in a silky violet nightie. It was slightly see-through, but in the darkness, Ezreal could see very little, though they certainly didn’t seem as plump as when she was in her League outfit, given she probably pushes them up. Caitlyn shifted in her sleep as he held the orb above her, beside her and from all possible angles, being careful not to touch. As soon as he figured he had enough, he took a few steps back, and with a yellow flash, disappeared from the room. As the cold night wind hit his face, he could breathe a sigh of relief. He wanted to do more, so much more, but the possibility of getting caught wasn’t worth it. He’d gotten a lot more than most people, and thanks to this new artifact, he could relive it as many times as he wanted to. Once back at home, he was quick to fall asleep, feeling proud of himself, and partly like he had achieved some sort of perverted vengeance.

  In the morning, Ezreal was awoken early by a loud knock to his door.  He went down circular stairs and answered the door in his silk black pajamas, gauntlet still firmly on his hand, as he never slept without it. He peered through the hole and saw a familiar face. “Open up, Ezreal!” It was Vi, the pink-haired companion to Caitlyn. She seemed angry, to say the least. As the large mahogany door slid open, Vi let herself in. As she walked past Ezreal, standing in the middle of his foyer with her arms folded, he examined her. She was dressed in a police uniform, with loose black suit pants, a black belt, and a buttoned up white striped shirt, with the sleeves done up. She didn’t have her gauntlets with her, thankfully.  “What’s this about?” Vi turned back to face the young man, resisting the urge to chew on her lip. “Where were you last night?” She asked quite blankly, intensely staring at him with her arms still folded. “Here. Doing research, the usual. Why?” Vi gave a very short chuckle, looking to the side. “Someone broke into Cait’s apartment last night.” Ezreal did his best shocked impression, and it was fairly convincing. “What?! Is she alright?” “More than fine. She didn’t even care, she’s at work right now. Doesn’t even know I’m here.” Vi seemed to look around at the impressive foyer of Ezreal’s mansion, a big, oval room with two large staircases leading up, and multiple statues and paintings by the lightly painted walls. “But I care. And so I checked the locks, prints, even the neighbours. Nothing.” Ezreal was almost too quick to chime in. “Then how do you someone broke in?” “The rug. Someone moved the rug by the side of the bed. It wasn’t just misplaced, it was almost flipped upside down.” Ezreal swore at himself mentally. “And…” Vi walked towards Ezreal, though staring upwards. “I know only of two people who could’ve gotten in there without opening the door or window. There’s Twisted Fate, who was in a match last night… And then there’s you.” Her cold eyes fell down upon him, as she was now within arm’s length. She was tall, with long legs, the tip of his head reaching just over her bosom. She saw his gauntleted hand flinch, and instantly, she rushed him, her right hand grabbing onto the front of his collar and lifting him up, as her left hand clasped tightly around his gauntlet. She shoved him against the door with a large wooden ‘thunk’. “Fucking try it, kid.” She put her face right up to his, with a mix of a both victorious and angry grin.

Ezreal gasped, now at eye level with her. “I- I didn’t do it I- “ She held him towards her for a split second, before slamming him against the door again. ‘THUD’.  “You admit it right now or I swear, I’ll take you down the station and you can tell her yourself, you little-” He cut her off, scrunching his eyes up in pain and discomfort. “Alright! Alright! I’ll… I did it… I went to her place last night and…” Vi’s eyes lost their intensity for a moment. It was as if she was scared he had done something serious. “I didn’t-- I didn’t do anything bad, just… I’ll show you.” It took a moment for her to actually let his feet touch the ground again. He took a moment to breathe out, rubbing his neckline. “It’s up here…” He walked up the staircase and she followed him, silently. They reached his bedroom, and at his bedside, there lay the viridian ball. He pointed to it, still partly out of breath. “That’s an artifact I… used. Touch it and close your eyes.” Vi didn’t follow his orders immediately, but soon powerwalked over to the bedside table and grasped the orb. “You try anything, I’ll break your arm.” She made sure to say that as menacingly as possible before closing her eyes. Her face moved much like his own did when he first discovered the artifact. “This…” Ezreal wanted to run whilst she was distracted, but he knew she’d get to him sooner or later. “This is… this lets you see everything like a… spyglass or something.” It wasn’t a great explanation, but she understood what it did. “So you went over and just… watched her with this?” He could see her face lighten and relax as she realized what he had done. He felt both partially ashamed and happy she didn’t think it was serious.  “So you went to perv on ol’ Cait, did you?” Ezreal remained quiet, staring towards her feet. She actually laughed legitimately this time, smiling to herself. “Oh man, I heard she beat you bad last time, so this is your revenge? Heh.” Vi shook her head as she tossed the ball up and down in her large hands. “Well, I’ll be keeping this for obvious reasons.” She shook the ball between her index and thumb, but the smirk hadn’t left her face. “So how did she look? Was it worth it? ” Ezreal kept quiet. This was embarrassing enough, there was no way he’d talk about it. “Come on, spit it out, or do you want me to go and tell her? Huh?” “I- She… She was sleeping. Just, sleeping…” A crease formed on Vi’s cheek, as she eyed the blonde’s blush. “Oh? And what was she wearing?” “One of those… night dress things…” Vi chuckled once more, approaching him. “A nightie? Sounds like you got a good view of those tits of hers, huh? That’s what you went to see, right? ” Ezreal blushed furiously. He had always been a fan of breasts, and as much as he hated to admit it, it was exactly what he went to see. There was a brief silence where he could swear Vi was pushing out her chest, her large D cups pressing outward against her tight shirt. “I want to make sure this doesn’t happen again. But I also don’t want to reward you.” Ezreal seemed confused, looking up at her as she held an index to her chin.

“You like tits, huh? I bet you’d love to bury your face in these, right?” She cupped her breasts, pushing them together slightly through her white striped shirt.  The boy couldn’t help but stare for a second. She was right, and every impulse in his body was telling him to grab those and squeeze them and suckle on them, but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t let him. “Too bad, because you’re not getting them, you little bitch.” Vi pressed up her body to his, but made sure to keep her chest just out of touch. “I’m gonna give you something better than tits, so you don’t bother Cupcake with your perving again.” A crooked smile grew on her lips, crouching down to his waist. She hooked her fingers onto his pajama pants, pulling them down to his ankles, moving her face back a little as his manhood sprung up, pointing upwards in an almost full erection. “Not bad, Ez. A nice dick like this and you have to go around creeping into policewomen’s rooms?” His cock was pleasant, fitting for his size in terms of length, but it had a nice girth to it, clean and smooth. Vi eyed it for a while, holding in a small desire to taste it. “Here…” She raised up, and turned around, and Ezreal saw something amazing. Vi’s ass was often talked about amongst them men of the League, usually competing with Fiora’s and Evelynn’s. But Ezreal had never really noticed. He did not often see Vi in the bot lane, and when he did, it was brief. He was often too busy gawking at the number of large busts of his supports or enemy laners, but Vi’s ass was everything it was made out to be. It wasn’t toned, or refined, it was just big. Those two big cheeks pushed out against the loose black pants, protruding outwards even without her bending over. “Heh… Trust me on this, Cait’s ass is nothing like mine…” She looked back at him, over her shoulder, as her plump cheeks started rubbing against his cock, nestling it snugly between them. Ezreal felt the fabric of her pants, and couldn’t imagine how much softer her bare ass would feel against his throbbing manhood. As she pushed her hips against his groin, his cock sunk deep into her asscrack, and looking down, he could see the pink strap of a thong peek just over the edge of her pants as she bent forward very slightly. He wanted to say something, do something, but he couldn’t.
He stood there, her ass moving up and down against his hard cock at a mild pace. “That’s a very nice cock…”  She whispered as her face lined up besides his, biting her lip. Ezreal took this as an indication she wanted more, both his hands coming from his sides to cup at her breasts from behind, and as soon as she felt it, she shoved her ass back against him, slamming him against the door once more. “No.” She gave him a cold look, stopping her hips. And out of nowhere, she leaned forward fully, her arms reaching out to touch the floor, as she was now bending over as much as she could, her ass moving in and out against the underside of his cock. This movement pushed him against the door repeatedly, which he held to support himself, since he couldn’t touch her. All he could do is look down, mouth open as he moaned lowly, watching her big hips bounce against him, the triangular pink fabric of her thong and the top of her asscrack now poking out to top of her pants. She pushed back up, forcing her back into his face, as her ass rubbed viciously against his dick, with her adding small circular motions as she essentially jerked him off with her ass. His cock barely poked out the top of her cheeks, the size of her ass almost completely covering it, and with one thrust, a short spurt of white cum shot out, covering the lower back of her white shirt.  She stepped away, turning back to face him and watching his cock drip semen from the tip, before trying to look at her back, trying to measure the stain. “You ruined my shirt… But I had to change anyway. “ Ezreal didn’t get exactly what she meant as the policewoman walked past im, shoving the boy to the side and opening the door, stepping through it. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll make sure Cait knows of your little fetish. On top of breaking your arms.” Her tone was light, but he could tell she meant it. He managed to hold the door open as she walked out, and watch her leave, the lower back of her shirt glistening as his seed slowly ran down and dripped onto her buttcheeks, firmly outlined against the formerly clean black pants.