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Nights in the lab were often late, very late. It wasn’t uncommon to see the dim light of the dawn sky casting itself through the window panes as you would pack up your things and head home for a well-deserved rest. Hextech was a volatile thing, and so it required careful and timely attendance. It was such a blessing that you had two amazing researchers to lead you through the steps of each process - the famous inventor and councilor, Jayce Talis, and his more recluse, but still incredibly intelligent partner, Viktor. Jayce and Viktor ran the lab and kept everything orderly, training their staff meticulously in the art of controlling hextech and finding its hidden uses. You enjoyed your work to a great extent, feeling that someday, your accomplishments and assistance to the two brilliant minds you worked under would bring happiness and new life to the people of Piltover, Zaun, and far beyond.
Though you would normally be assisting with experiments or taking notes for one of the researchers, that night was a bit quieter. Most of the other lab assistants had headed home, and the ones who were there were more or less standing around doing zip. You were among them, holding your notebook in your hands diligently, waiting for any orders. Usually, Jayce would be there to boss everyone around, keeping things in check and giving people jobs to complete. However, he had had important business to attend to with the council and so he had taken an early leave of the lab. What remained was the quiet presence of Viktor simply working on his hextech.
He had been tinkering with his newest invention for hours now, an occasional hum, sigh, or groan being emitted from his throat depending on how whatever he was working on was going. Even as someone who was relatively familiar with the realm of hextech, you were still often puzzled by his revolutionary creations. Whatever weirdly shaped hextech - which seemed to be actively moving - he was working on seemed very, very complicated. As you watched him, you couldn’t help but smile. You had always been fond of Viktor and his work. He was entertaining to work with when he wasn’t frustrated, his witty sense of humor and subtle charm always making you smile and laugh. For a man who was often left in Jayce’s shadow in public, in private he was a somewhat outgoing and very genuine man.
Little humor could be found in his current state, though. He seemed frustrated, grunting and cursing under his breath at the state of his creation. You yawned, checking your watch. It was already reaching the dead hours of the night, though seeing as tomorrow was your day off, you weren’t incredibly in need to head back home and jump into bed. Since all the other lab workers were leaving, you found it within yourself to lean against the wall and watch Viktor, hopefully providing him with a little company.
Despite your quietness, Viktor seemed to notice your presence in the corner. He looked back for a moment before returning his gaze to the hextech. “You should head home, (y/n). You deserve to get some sleep,” he mumbled, his accent mixed with a sense of drowsiness on his tongue slurring his words slightly. He was right that you should head home, yet you felt a sense of pity at leaving Viktor to toil alone in his lab, which you knew he would do all night with no second thoughts. Maybe you could convince him to cease his work for the night and take a break, though this would certainly prove to be difficult.
Taking your back from the wall, you walked over to Viktor, smiling shyly. He looked back at you for a moment before returning to his work. No surprise.
“Well,” you said softly, “I’m tired, yes, but I wouldn’t want to leave you to do your work alone.”
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll be here for the rest of the night most likely.” Viktor didn’t say much more than that, continuing to tinker with the contraption in front of him. You grasped your hands together, trying to think if there was any other way to coax him away from his work. You knew it would be a hard task, but you were up to the challenge. You’d been tempted to ask him out to go to the bar late at night or something of that sort for a long time, and this was your chance.
“How about just a couple of hours of break time? I’ll treat you to a few drinks,” you said with a bit more fervor, drawing his attention fully this time. He spun his chair around, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow questioningly.
“Quite persistent, aren’t you? One refusal isn’t enough?” His tone was unreadable, and so you were scared for a moment that you’d annoyed him. However, after a few seconds of torture, he smiled, nodding his head. “Persistence is key. Sure, but just this once. I have very important work that I’m setting aside for this.” He said that about all his work, really. And it truly was all important, but to Viktor, it was his entire life.
“Just think that you’re getting the same break as Councilor Talis,” you suggested, drawing a nod from Viktor as he finished deactivating the hextech he was working on before standing up from his chair, grabbing his crutch and hitching it under his arm.
“That’s surely one way to think of it. I can… get behind that logic,” he said, his tone humorous. Viktor was sometimes difficult to fully understand, but you thought of it as a fun challenge. He didn’t generally give obvious indications about his emotions, but he would give consistent clues on how he was feeling. The twinge of a smile on his lips and the brightness in his eyes that offset his gaunt features let you know that he was feeling as happy as you were. Maybe all he needed to relax was a few drinks and a fun time with… a friend. Sure, you would call yourself that. An assistant? An acquaintance? No, a friend suited your role better. Being one of Viktor’s main assistants, you often found yourself being the first person he asked for anything and often the first person after Jayce that he would offer to eat lunch with. You two had never gone for drinks before, but you thought it might be a fun idea.
You slowed your pace to walk next to Viktor, making sure he was steady on his feet as he wobbled beside you. “My condition makes me think that I shouldn’t drink, but I think I’ll ignore that for tonight,” he explained, drawing a laugh from you as the two of you exited the academy building and made your way down the empty road. It was late, and so the only thing left open were the bars, which even then were getting quieter. It would be nicer to just spend time with him and not have to deal with drunkards getting in your face. As posh as the topside of Piltover was, it had its… quirks. As you were thinking about bars and drunks, Viktor took a small stumble, catching himself on his crutch. You stopped in your tracks, instinctively grabbing onto his arm to stabilize him. You could almost wrap your hand around his forearm, reflecting just how skinny he was. Though you wanted to pity him, you were sure he wouldn’t want you to.
You held onto him for a little longer than you suppose was probably acceptable, though he didn’t do anything but steady himself on his crutch once again. However, you were caught off guard as he suddenly linked his arm with yours, forcing you closer together. You blushed, smiling at this sudden gesture from him. “You’re too kind. Sometimes I require a bit of assistance when walking, especially when I’m as tired as I am,” he explained, the two of you continuing your stroll. You nodded understandingly, though there was still a tinge of blush lingering on your cheeks. He held your arm relatively tightly, which was not very helpful in trying to banish the redness from your face. You knew he knew more than well that you were feeling a bit overwhelmed with feelings and, to your surprise, he took advantage of it fully.
“Your arm is warm. Matches your face,” he teased, and you almost hiccuped on your response, covering your face with your free hand. Viktor laughed slightly under his breath, ceasing to walk for a moment. You looked up at him, taking your hand from your face and examining the type of expression that his features held. He looked… understanding. Eager, even, though it was a very tender eagerness. Your cheeks were hot as coals, and you had to look away for a moment to catch yourself from falling apart fully as he stared at you.
“I’m sorry I have to… be in this state,” you murmured, trying your best to quell your feelings from jumping out fully. “I’m being rather unprofessional, don’t you think?” Viktor raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders.
“Eh, maybe so. I would say my unprofessionalism tops yours, though.”
“Hmm… maybe so.”
The two of you continued to walk, silent but still sharing your feelings unconsciously. You had never thought that someone as deeply enthused by his work as Viktor would have any time to consider even thinking about other people, especially in the way he started to show you he did. Of course you were overjoyed, but you were also nervous. What if you were interpreting all of this wrong? No, no, that couldn’t be it; this was very obviously his true feelings. But how were you going to show him just how much you cared about him? Viktor answered that question for you.
“(y/n), could you help escort me back to my apartment? I’m starting to feel weak and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it to the bar,” he explained politely, securing his arm around yours. You nodded quickly, your mind doing a few flips.
“Of course, of course. Lead me there.”
So, your direction changed a bit, turning down a few empty streets that were lit only by the faint moonlight and the streetlights that beamed down onto the walkway. In the faint light, you could make out Viktor’s sunken features even more clearly, your eyes tracing the gaunt cheekbones and the bags that seemed to eternally sit under his eyes. Some might write him off as a man hanging onto life by a very thread, but you saw more in him. He was a beautiful man with a beautiful mind. Truly, you could listen to him speak for hours on end if he’d let you. The way he would smile and his eyes would light up as he spoke about his work was so fulfilling, as you loved how much he cared for his research. As much as you were attracted to him for his body and charm, you also deeply respected him for the brilliant man he was.
A couple of minutes later, Viktor stopped in front of a classy apartment. You oftentimes forgot that Viktor was the best friend and partner of Counselor Talis, and so there was no doubt that that along with his position at the top of research at the Academy allowed him to live a posh life. One would never know from his unkempt appearance, but that didn’t seem to be something he cared about too much. He looked over to you momentarily, smiling slightly. “Thank you for walking with me. Would you care to join me inside for a bit? It’s a little chilly out here, wouldn’t you say?” he said thoughtfully, drawing a frantically excited nod from you. Every little piece of this puzzle was starting to come together, and your plan that you had related to securing a night with him was starting to run out of steps. You had gotten closer to your goal than you would have ever thought you could. Maybe it was time for you to just let your heart guide you to the places it wanted to be.
You and Viktor walked up the stairs, your arm giving him support as he struggled up each stair. There grew a deep pity in your heart thinking that he had to deal with this every night… or rather, not every night. There were many days where he would sit disheveled in the lab and slave over his work for hours on end, not eating or sleeping. Other than your obvious motives, maybe it was a good thing you’d forced him back to his apartment so that he could at least have a good meal, shower, put on some fresh clothes, and sleep a full night’s sleep. There was definitely a willingness in your heart to help him out with those things if he would let you. Just a friend looking after a friend, right?
When you reached his floor, Viktor took out some keys, tinkering with them until he found the right one and unlocked the door. The two of you walked into the apartment, your eyes scanning the surroundings. There weren’t too many furnishings, only enough to support a single man who didn’t even live at home most of the time. He sighed, reaching out his hand to motion to his living space. “This is my home. My apologies that it’s nothing special.”
“It’s perfect. No worries at all,” you murmured, peering around the room and grasping him tighter as you led him over to sit on the couch that was situated in the living space. You kept a tight hold on his arm as he sat down, maybe a little too… obviously. Viktor smiled up at you, nodding. He set his crutch beside you both, motioning for you to sit down next to him. You were hesitant at first, worrying that you might be tempted to make rash decisions if you got any closer to him. There were too many frantic thoughts racing around in your head to think clearly as you watched him lay back into the cushions, leaning his head back and sighing. He was surely very tired, but the way he looked over to you a moment later assured you that there was still some energy left deep within.
Though you hesitated slightly, you managed to make your way over to sit with him, though you were careful not to sit too close. Well… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to sit a little closer. You scooted a little bit closer, shuffling your hands in your lap to try to distract yourself from the lingering sensation that was sitting within your gut. It was a warm feeling, making you squeeze your legs together slightly to try to offset it, with no luck. You stole a glance over at Viktor, seeing that his hands were pressed into his lap. You had your suspicions of what he was hiding underneath, but you ignored the temptations that were crossing your mind.
“I wanted to ask you something,” Viktor murmured suddenly, his voice soft and innocent. You looked over, nodding your head expectantly.
“Of course, ask away.”
“Do you think fondly of me?”
You froze up for a moment, unsure of how to answer. Well, you were incredibly sure about how you wanted to answer; it was rather if you wanted to answer. If he was asking that question, it was likely he thought the same, so… would it be worth your time to give him the answer he deserved to know? You decided that yes, it would. “Yes, I do. I think you’re wonderful.”
“Such high praise… it’s much appreciated,” he said happily, drawing an overjoyed blush to rise from your cheeks.
“I’m so glad to know someone like you, Viktor. You’re… amazing. In so many ways.” Your smile was genuine as you said those words, drawing a small grin in return from him.
“You’re truly too kind. Now, I was wondering as well… if you would allow me to demonstrate just how lovely I think you are,” he said shyly, though you could sense the yearning in his tone. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You could feel that warmth in your abdomen growing more unbearable by the second.
No words were shared between the two of you as you instinctively climbed into his lap, straddling his legs as you faced him. His eyes were wide as you leaned in to kiss him, savoring the taste of him on your lips for the first time. He was gentle at first, pressing himself against you lightly and keeping his hands placed on your hips. Now that his hands weren’t covering his crotch, you could feel he was hard beneath you, straining at the material of his pants. You assured yourself that you would help him with that later, though for now, you were more interested in kissing him and living up to all the dreams you had envisioned with him. God, it felt good.
Viktor moved away from the kiss for one moment to draw air before returning immediately, his hands sliding up your back. You rested your arms on his shoulders, even reaching up slightly to pet the back of his head. His messy locks were soft beneath your fingers, and you let out a sigh of deep tranquility. This was exactly the perfection you had imagined it would be. Still, for some reason, you felt as though Viktor was… hiding something. Some feelings, specifically. The way he was kissing you, he obviously enjoyed it, though from the way his hands clenched at your back and his hips ground up into yours, it was obvious that he was eager and deprived. Maybe you would get on helping him out with that sooner rather than later before he became inconsolably desperate.
You returned the movement of your hips slightly into his, drawing a needy grunt from Viktor. Your kiss became a bit more sloppy, tongues being exchanged between lips. It was difficult not to pant a bit as he seemed to let himself fall to his desires, nibbling on your lip as his hands moved downwards, caressing the roundness of your ass. As soon as he did that, he pulled away for a moment, blushing.
“I’m sorry for my… vulgarity. My experience with all this is not up to standard for a man my age.” You shook your head, smiling reassuringly. Viktor had not struck you as the type to be a “ladies’ man,” and so you took his words kindly and seriously. If you had to help him, you would, though his mind seemed to know exactly where to take him.
“You don’t need to worry. Whatever you want, we can do. We can take things fast or slow, however you feel is best.” Viktor nodded at your response, clearing his throat.
“Alright, well… can you touch me?” He looked ashamed of his forward words, but you nodded immediately. This was exactly what you had wanted, and apparently what he had too. Things were moving quickly, yes, but you didn’t mind. It was a late night, and late nights brought out the more devilish side of people. There would be other times to go slow, but not now. You leaned back a little, your hands working to unbutton his pants. He sighed softly, his breath hitching as you pulled down his pants and then his underwear, letting his length from its confines. His cheeks were red with embarrassment, matching your own. You were nervous to touch him, worried that you might do something wrong. Your experience matched his: practically nothing. The tips of your fingers hovered above the head of his cock for a moment, untouching. He looked at you quite nervously.
“I-I apologize if there’s anything wrong with me. There are a lot of things about me that don’t always work right,” he murmured, his eyes growing sadder with each moment, revealing how incredibly self-conscious he was about his appearance. You felt a sudden rush of confidence, telling you to quell his fears and let him know that there was nothing to worry about. Truly, the only reason you had hesitated was because of his size. He was… well endowed.
“Viktor, shhh, it’s ok, there’s absolutely nothing wrong.” You leaned forward once more, pecking him quickly on the lips before you brought your hand down to massage his tip, your fingers appreciating him delicately. He didn’t protest your response, simply breathing sharply and closing his eyes as you worked your hand downwards slowly. It wasn’t long before he leaned forward again, tasting your lips quickly as your hand started to work its way up and down his shaft, lubed by the precum that was dripping from his tip. It was so obvious he was pent up, probably because of his duties related to the lab. You were sure that he didn’t have much time to pleasure himself in any sense when he was so focused on his studies. You saluted him, though you could not say the same for yourself. Pleasure was something you craved, and so being able to have it with him was a blessing you had prayed for for a long, long time. This was, to put it simply, going to be one of the best nights of your life. You could tell that easily.
The strokes of your hand became messier as the two of you kissed with greater passion, your tongues fighting for control, though he won easily. Your teeth almost clicked together with how closely you pressed into each other, though it only added to the fervor you put into your hand that was massaging his length. His breaths were low and heavy, and he had to even break away for a moment to cough to the side. You stopped your hand’s movement as he heaved a few more heavy coughs, wiping his mouth and shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I have very weak lungs. Don’t let that discourage you,” he insisted, tangling his fingers into your hair and pulling you closer, your hand returning to its place on his shaft. However, he let go of your hair suddenly, shaking his head so that you pulled your hand away. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, sharing impassioned glances. Viktor’s hair was even more tousled than usual, beads of sweat lingering on his forehead as he gave you a dreamy stare. He looked like he was already in heaven as he stroked his hands down your sides, blushing a bit.
“I wanted to ask you… eh…” Viktor cleared his throat. “If you wanted to go further tonight. I did not want to pressure you, though. It would be shameful on my part if I made you do something you were not fully comfortable doing.” His words were so genuine that you almost wanted to cry, though a cheerful smile sufficed. You traced a finger down his cheek, kissing him gently on the lips.
“I would love to. I haven’t done this much in a long time, so I won’t be much help in terms of experience,” you giggled, drawing a smile and a nod from Viktor as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.
“Don’t worry. I may not have the experience, but… I can take it from here.” His sudden rush of confidence was not something you had expected in the slightest, yet it turned you on so much you felt ecstatic. You suspected that the kind balance you two had created between each had boosted his confidence, and truly, it had boosted yours too. After a moment, you leaned forward, moving his lips to yours as you kissed him softly. His hands quickly moved down to your pants, pulling them downwards so you could kick them off your ankles. Your underwear came next, leaving you fully exposed. His hands moved to your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and letting you shrug it off. Though you felt very bare to his eager eyes, you knew that every piece of your body was appreciated by him. After his hands unclasped your bra and let it drop to the floor, that was when you began to work at his buttoned shirt. He looked nervous as you worked on each button, slowly exposing his chest and stomach. You admitted you were a bit surprised to see that he had a sort of metal brace that covered his chest and had straps wrapping around his shoulders, though it wasn’t any sort of turn off. You ran a hand down his chest and abdomen, moving from metal to bony flesh. He was skinny, practically emaciated, but you had known that already. Nothing was going to turn you away from feeling him inside you, just as you had always wanted to.
You leaned forward so that Viktor’s hand could move underneath you, his fingers playing along your entrance. A gasp left your throat, drawing a satisfied smile from him. Devilish, wasn’t he? He let two fingers press inside you. His other fingers rubbed along the outside, delicately finding your clit after a few tries. It was hard not to moan pathetically, so you whimpered into his shoulder instead as he scissored his fingers slightly, bending them into your walls in a manner that made you groan and stars race across your vision. You were sure he was trying to be gentle, but it was hard to be gentle when you were so excited, which he certainly was. Or maybe he wasn’t trying to be gentle; maybe that confidence had been translated into a needy roughness. You wouldn’t have been surprised, nor would you have been upset about it. You were perfectly happy for him to do as he pleased. The way his cock twitched as you ghosted your hand quickly over the tip and his voice cracked slightly assured you he was more than ready, and you were too.
“I want you inside of me, now ,” you gasped out, leaning your chest into his, the cold metal making you shiver. He blushed, removing his fingers from inside you and placing his hands at your hips. You were surprised as he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in so his lips could ghost against your ear.
“Don’t be surprised if you’re crying soon, (y/n).” Such flaming words sent sparks up your spine, and you couldn’t help but moan intently as he pulled away, a bit of a smile present on his blushing face. He seemed proud to have mustered up the confidence to be more vulgar than his comfort zone may have previously entailed.
You scooted forward slightly, positioning yourself over him eagerly. All you wanted was to feel him, to ride him and scream his name. You were at his disposal, and whatever he did to you, you knew you would accept with open arms. He said nothing, but his hands on your hips guided you so that he slowly started to push his cock inside of you, stopping about halfway at first. You let out a series of frantic pants and moans, wrapping your arms around his neck for comfort and support. It wasn’t that it hurt, rather that this sensation was one you hadn’t experienced in a long time. You pumped your hips slightly on the length of him that was inside you, drawing a deep groan from his throat. Everything was silent for a moment as you willed yourself to sit down slightly more on him, though it was a struggle to convince yourself it wouldn’t hurt. You knew it would, but only for a moment before you felt incredible pleasure. The pleasure was worth the pain, as they said.
You gasped again as you pushed yourself down, Viktor’s hands keeping you stable. “If you’re in pain, you don’t have to go any further,” he murmured, his tone turning from its prior demanding feeling to being deeply caring instead. You smiled, kissing him on the cheek softly and shaking your head.
“N-No, don’t worry. I need you more than anything right now,” you whispered, wincing a bit and moaning as you pushed down more and more until he was entirely inside you. His breathing was heavy, an occasional wheeze escaping his lips. For a moment, you were still, holding yourself down to force adjustment. Once you felt at least somewhat comfortable, you began to pump your hips up and down, forward and back, freeing yourself up more and causing a wave of pleasure to crash down onto you. You threw your head back and picked up your pace, Viktor’s hands growing more unsteady as ecstasy overcame him. He leaned forward, kissing your neck and collarbones aggressively each time you slammed down onto his length. His hands moved up to play with your chest, thin fingers squeezing and twirling around your breasts. Splotches of light raced across your vision, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins. You weren’t sure how much longer you would last at that rate, and you were sure he was the same with how pent up the two of you had been. His usually delicate eyes were wild with desperation, his hands and mouth clawing at every piece of untouched skin. So close, so close , you breathed to yourself calmly, a complete offset to your unhinged pants and moans as you rode out your climax, your body squeezing around his cock and drawing a moan from his lips.
“A-Ah, Viktor!” you cried, continuing to pump your hips at a pace you barely thought yourself capable of. His eyes rolled back as he thrust one last time upwards, gritting his teeth as he finished, coating your insides and causing your body to go limp around his length still inside of you. The two of you simply sat there for a moment, both panting and leaning into each other. Viktor wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. You closed your eyes, leaning into him in return.
“That was amazing. I’m so thankful you could show me the ropes a bit,” he murmured, drawing a small giggle from you as you hugged him close.
“Me? Showing you the ropes? That was all you. You’re incredible, Viktor. In every way.” The scientist blushed, chuckling under his breath. He planted another small kiss on your neck, then your cheek, and then finally on your lips, though it was only a quick peck.
“Oh, don’t flatter me. I’ll make sure to improve my technique.” Though you wanted to rain a hundred more compliments on him, you decided you would let your actions show how much you appreciated him.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. You’ve been in your lab for too long.”
“If I do, might you reward me a bit later?” What cheeky words! Nodding your head, you matched his clever smile.
“Anything for you, Viktor.”