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Jayce had failed.
It was Viktor’s soft smile that’d done it, just a split second of sweetness, heart clenching in his chest, grip on his hammer wavering just enough to force him to drop it entirely, and never pick it back up again. He couldn’t believe how close he had been to doing it, shooting a beam of energy into the chest of his partner, who even after the clear threat to his life looked upon Jayce with nothing but kindness, as he floated down to greet him, touching his metallic hand to Jayce’s cheek, Jayce imagining he could still feel a source of heat from his palm and nuzzling into it as he felt tears welling to his eyes.
He took Viktor into his arms, hands smoothing down the velvet fabric of the blanket Viktor wore around his body, feeling so small, so weak, in need of comfort that only someone he loved and who knew him so intimately could provide, and Viktor seemed willing to give him that, holding him back while Jayce croaked, “I… I missed you. I missed you so much.” There had to be another way, he would find another way, but killing Viktor, creating even more violence, was not the answer, not for Jayce.
“I feared I would never see you again. Yet here you are, returning to me. Fate has a funny way of bringing us together, it seems.” Viktor mused, and Jayce noticed how truly soothing his voice was, so calm and steady, exactly the sort of sweet sound he needed to recover from the agony of their separation, when Viktor had turned his back to him all that time ago which already felt like another lifetime, Jayce’s blanket wrapped around his shoulders. The same blanket that now covered Viktor like a robe, tied around his waist with a series of curious sashes he must have constructed on his own, and it choked Jayce up all over again to realize that Viktor wanted to remain connected to Jayce, even after they’d parted.
Only after Jayce had settled into the commune properly, allowed to rest and take shelter in the lush greenhouse, did he truly begin to recognize just how much Viktor’s appearance had changed since he’d seen him last. In the lab, when Viktor had first been revived, he’d looked weak and unsteady, messy hair clinging to his forehead and his cheeks, facial skin pallid and gray. But here, he looked strong, powerful, confident, backed by a legion of people who looked up to him and admired him, the sort of thing Jayce knew he’d never had in Piltover, people who actually respected him and didn’t just want to cast him aside as an unassuming, disabled man from Zaun. His hair looked soft and well maintained, long and with light highlights peeking in from his natural shade, framing his face in an attractive sort of way.
The rest of him was… It was still to be determined as to what exactly the Hexcore had done to him, though Jayce couldn’t say the rest of him was unattractive, if in an intriguing, I want to find out everything there is to know about you sort of way. The Hexcore had modified his flesh, turned his form into a curious display of interwoven musculature, and as they sat and Viktor brought Jayce a bowl of fruit to indulge in, he couldn’t help but to take one of Viktor’s hands, admiring the shimmering inlay of his knuckles and his fingertips, like someone had dripped gold on various parts of him, a work of art.
They were kissing before Jayce knew what to do with himself, Viktor’s mouth hungrily pressed against his, his body leaning into Jayce’s like he wanted to push so hard into him that their forms would meld and intertwine.
He wasn’t sure who’d started it, if he’d leaned in first during some sort of delirium, hypnotized by the flashes of color in Viktor’s eyes, or if it had been Viktor who had initiated it, but it really didn’t matter in the end as Jayce felt his back hit the hard surface of the bench they’d sat on, Viktor nestled in between his legs, looming over him, overpowering him with little more than a deliciously intoxicating series of kisses and the sensation of his tongue inside of Jayce’s mouth. Viktor’s fingers rested against Jayce’s scruffy jaw, and Viktor hummed against Jayce’s lips. “There is something so different about you… You used to care so much about the expectations of those who saw you in Piltover, and now…”
“I kind of… Let myself go, after you left. Nothing mattered to me anymore, I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat… All I could think about was you, and how I wanted to tell you… How sorry I was, for everything.”
It seemed like there was something else Viktor wanted to say, one of his hands trailing down Jayce’s chest. “And you wanted to kill me.”
“I…” Jayce was breathless, the accusation of it so blunt he didn’t expect it, and yet at the same time, how could they not acknowledge what Jayce had just tried to do? That he’d engineered a weapon, he’d turned Hextech against its own original purpose and manufactured something designed to murder, he’d been given permission to use it by the Council for the exact purpose of taking Viktor out, and spinelessly, he’d just… Gone along with it. Gone along with it like he had with everything else the Council had thrown at him, do this, do that, you’re a puppet and we’re pulling the strings. Even Mel Medarda was helpless in the face of what Piltover saw as an impending threat to their way of life. He needs to be stopped, Jayce. You know that. He… He’s not Viktor anymore, not after being fused with that… Thing. I loved him too, but whatever will happen next cannot be good. It cannot come to pass.
And yet, looking into Viktor’s eyes, strange technicolor eyes containing colors he could have never imagined in a million years, he realized she couldn’t have been more wrong. Even past all the things that were so unrecognizable about him, his touch was the same, his intonation the same. This was still Viktor.
Due to Jayce’s lack of speech, stuck in his head, Viktor sought to pull him out of it, fingertips caressing Jayce’s cheek, the underside of his jaw. “Let us forget all of that for now. It is a conversation for a different time. Just kiss me, Jayce. Gods, how I’ve missed you.”
And so Jayce did exactly what Viktor asked of him, though this time he would obey a request because it was what he wanted, not what he felt he was obligated to do. He kissed Viktor like he was a starving man, hungry and feral as he groaned into Viktor’s mouth, and together they fell into the soft earth beneath their feet, Jayce’s hand caressing Viktor’s cheek, feeling the contrast between human skin and metallic steel that had consumed much of his face. But his moles still remained, Viktor was still here, his humanity still radiating off of him in a sort of glow, and how blind Jayce had been to not recognize it.
Viktor was soon straddling him, lying between his thighs, one of his hands roughly pushing Jayce down onto his back with a strength Jayce had never known Viktor to possess.
Their sweet moment turned serious when Viktor’s fingers twisted in Jayce’s hair, pulling tight, staring into his eyes with those iridescent irises that for a moment flashed rosy pink when he gazed at Jayce, eyes taking in the way he was flushed and his lips slightly swollen from the kisses. “You will not be causing problems for my commune, correct, Jayce? I must be able to trust in your loyalty if I will allow you to stay here.”
Jayce breathed in deeply through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, his fingers itching to touch him, his tongue craving the taste of Viktor, which was like electricity in the air during a lightning strike, and also some sweetness like strange candy. “…You can trust me, Viktor.” The final nail in the coffin of his mission.
“Good. You were always so good, Jayce. The kindest heart I have ever known.” It made Jayce flush to be called good and kind, those traits Viktor had always admired about him even during some of their worst moments, when Jayce had felt he’d lost a part of himself, wrapped up in politics and war. Viktor had always believed in him, always seen the best in him, always loved him. How could he have tried to let himself be turned on Viktor like this, when he looked into those eyes and all he saw was adoration?
Jayce finally reached to touch him then, fingers trembling as Viktor allowed him the privilege of pulling the soft cashmere of the blanket that Viktor used for clothes, tugging it off of him once the straps at his waist were dealt with to reveal the nakedness of his new form. Jayce gasped softly, letting himself drink in all that Viktor was. He’d only seen him like this once before when Viktor had first emerged from the ooze of the arcane, and still, it filled him with a tingling sensation deep within himself that he didn’t quite understand or know how to place. He’d wondered if it was fear, all at once thrilled that Viktor was alive and yet horrified at what he’d turned him into.
Yet now, as he held his hand to Viktor’s chest and felt the hard metal of the purple, sinew-esque flesh, fused with the back brace he’d always worn like it was an armored shell, he felt nothing but awe, swallowing thickly as his fingertips felt like they were being kissed by tiny electric shocks when he traced all the ridges and bumps and the disarray of gold mixed with the purple, filling in the spaces where he’d once had scars under the muscles of his chest from surgeries designed to make him feel whole.
Viktor stared at him, his gaze unreadable, as though he was waiting for a comment, as Jayce took his hand lower, and lower, touching his lower abdomen, searching between his legs, wondering how… That worked now that he was changed. “You’re beautiful.” Was all he could say, his voice raspy and croaking, and like a dog waiting for the signal from its master to strike, Viktor was upon him once again, insatiable as he kissed Jayce breathless, starving his lungs for air as his hands easily tore through the fabric of his clothes, ripping them to shreds as Jayce laid underneath him, whimpering into Viktor’s mouth when Viktor placed his hand to Jayce’s bare chest.
It felt so warm despite the metallic structure of it, and once they made contact Jayce saw a blast of white, hot light behind his eyelids as his lashes fluttered closed, trembling, euphoric bliss overtaking him as an involuntary moan seeping out of his mouth and swallowed by Viktor’s mouth upon his. He felt like he was floating, the landscape around him changing to a world of stars somewhere high above the universe, Viktor’s presence enveloping him, making him feel safe. Had the arcane granted him such power?
“You will not be needing these anymore,” Viktor hummed as he pulled away and allowed Jayce to suck in a desperate breath of air. Jayce slowly came back down from the high of Viktor’s touch, twitching like he was trying to recover from a seizure. “I will provide for you.” He was referring to Jayce’s clothes, his shirt ripped beyond repair, his pants not far behind as Viktor skimmed his featherlight touch down the inseam of Jayce’s pants, cupping the bulge in his pants. He’d become so intensely aroused by that strange, blissful sensation Viktor’s hand had provided him, and he was so desperate to feel it again that all he could do was whine, bucking his hips, staring at Viktor with wet eyes, almost begging him to tear through them and get on with it.
Viktor just smiled, cupping Jayce’s cheek, the zaps of energy coursing through his touch sending Jayce to heaven again as he groaned and nuzzled into his palm. “Gods, how many nights I’ve laid awake, fantasizing about listening to you making noises like this, needing me like this…”
“Viktor, please-,” He really didn’t need to beg as Viktor seemed keen on doing it regardless, using his fingers like they were claws, somehow so easily slicing through his pants and underwear leaving him exposed and bare, cock swollen and throbbing, Viktor laughing as he dragged his finger up Jayce’s shaft, that electricity surging through him more intensely than ever as Jayce cried out, feeling like he was going to come just from the softest of touches.
“Even more impressive than I imagined you to be.” Viktor licked his lips as he spoke, like he was getting ready to indulge in a delicious feast, continuing to stroke Jayce with a hand that felt as though it was part taser, shocking him and leaving the strangest of pleasures in the wake of the touch, such a foreign sensation on such a sensitive part of his being, his heart racing and the blood rushing through his ears. He felt almost afraid, afraid of the power Viktor possessed, but he also knew Viktor would never hurt him. There was too much love swimming in his eyes that seemed to flash pink, the color of rose petals, to ever think Viktor would hurt him.
Jayce allowed Viktor to manipulate and maneuver his body as he saw fit, until he found himself on his back with his legs bent at the knee and Viktor looming over him, kissing him while he was positioned between Jayce’s thighs. Jayce felt painfully exposed and vulnerable, almost ashamed to let Viktor see him like this, and yet Viktor cradled his cheek, settling his anxieties with a simple touch of his hand. Jayce let his cheek rest on his hand like it was a lifeline, watery eyes gazing up at Viktor, all the words he wanted to say dying in his throat when he felt something hard pressing against his ass, hard and weirdly slippery.
“The Arcane has granted me such wonderful gifts, Jayce. I want to show you each and every one of them. Starting with this.”
When Jayce looked down, he saw a glistening, shimmering appendage between Viktor’s legs, girthy and appearing like a cock, throbbing and twitching with purple energy coursing through it, like it’d taken on a life of its own, like it was a part of Viktor. When he’d known Viktor in the past, he’d learned through a deep and personal conversation that Viktor didn’t have anything of the sort to his anatomy, so this was certainly a change. Jayce recalled when he’d first seen Viktor after his transformation, and how he hadn’t noticed anything there at all in Viktor’s nude state, no genitalia of any sort to speak of.
“You… How…” Jayce felt dumbstruck, stupid with confusion and awe and the realization that Viktor intended to fuck him with his cock. Viktor just laughed, cupping his cheek again and giving him a kiss before he held the shaft of the magically appeared member and began to push it against Jayce’s hole, Jayce immediately tensing against the intrusion and gritting his teeth as Viktor cooed to him to shush him, petting his skin with delicate fingertips like he was a skittish animal to be soothed
“Just relax…” Viktor said, and the words seemed to function like a command of some kind, easing Jayce’s muscles automatically, like he held some sort of power over Jayce’s very nervous system. He felt the cock, Viktor’s cock, pushing into him little by little, self-lubricating and eager to stretch Jayce wide, skewering him on it. Viktor panted above him, pressing pecking kisses to Jayce’s lips, one of his hands catching Jayce’s wrist that tried to run fingers through Viktor’s messy hair and pinning it back down to the ground. He was shockingly strong, and Jayce resigned himself to simply let Viktor do this, fuck him and hold him down. Viktor smiled at him like he could read his thoughts and his willingness to submit, and he bucked his hips a little further as he whispered to Jayce in a voice smooth like satin, “Such a good boy for me.”
That was enough to get Jayce, whimpering, squirming as he felt his body start to burn like there had been a fire ignited inside of him, skin feverish and hot, sweat rising to the surface in beads as Viktor rocked his hips. Jayce had never let anyone do this to him, penetrate him and make him submit underneath them, but he’d be lying if he’d said he never had fantasies about Viktor back in the old days, doing something similar like this to him when their tension was at its highest. He spread his legs wider, reached down to touch himself before his other hand was pinned back too, preventing him from reaching his neglected cock. He whined louder, frustrated as he clenched his jaw, but the pleasure mounted inside of him regardless, his cock leaking uselessly against his stomach as he wanted so badly to come.
Viktor was pumping into him like a machine, no need to keep track of stamina or to worry about overexerting himself. He kept his eyes glued to Jayce the entire time, analyzing every ripple of his expression, the way Jayce’s jaw went slack as he moaned, the way he whimpered nonsensical phrases that amounted to pleading with Viktor to keep going, harder, faster, let me have all of you, please, please, please.
Jayce came hands free with Viktor plunged deep enough inside of him that he could feel a bulge in his stomach where he was situated within him, his whole body aching like the wildfire was ravaging his insides, the pleasure so intense it made tears leak from his eyes. Viktor was relentless, continuing to fuck him through it even as Jayce orgasmed, and one of his hands finally released Jayce’s wrist to stroke him, jerking him off to the point that the overstimulation brought Jayce to the point of a blubbering sob.
“You are so pretty when you cry for me, Jayce, You did so well, so well.” Viktor held Jayce in his arms after he removed himself, shimmering cum trailing in his wake as the cock disappeared from his crotch like it had retracted into a hidden sheath, Jayce feeling reborn as he simply cried in Viktor’s arms while Viktor cradled his head against his chest. The plants in the greenhouse surrounding them seemed to become more verdant and alive than before, moving and swaying like they were feeling the energy Viktor was giving off in waves, responding to his pleasure and satisfaction. Viktor hummed, stroking Jayce’s hair as he coughed and whined, desperate for Viktor to hold him even closer, wanting to get lost in the soothing touches he offered that were so intoxicatingly calming.
He didn’t realize he was murmuring I’m sorry, I’m sorry over and over again until Viktor shushed him, responding back in as smooth and soft a voice as ever, “There is no longer anything to apologize for. You are with me now; you are home.”