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“Viktor, please. Just give me one last chance to make things right. I promise I won’t disappoint you this time. I… I love you, so don’t shut me out again, I beg you!”
Jayce sounded downright pathetic, even to himself, but there weren’t any lengths he wouldn’t go to if it meant getting Viktor back. He hadn’t ventured into the deepest pits of the Undercity and begged his friend to hear him out just to fail because he wasn’t earnest enough. Such a fragile opportunity would never present itself again, of that, he was well aware.
He needed to make this count.
“A promise. Like you’re any good at keeping those.” His former partner seethed. “Besides, haven’t you seen what you’ve turned me into? What a… a monster I’ve become? Do you truly believe anyone could love this?”
As much as it hurt, Jayce didn’t mind being blamed for his own shortcomings. He deserved it, after all. He never should have given his word when he knew, deep down, that he would never be able to keep it. But that day, when he had walked on Viktor about to jump to his death… he would have said anything to keep him alive, even the most foolish of claims. He had made that promise to save him, and broken it for the very same purpose.
At the time, it had seemed right to his panicked mind. Like an idiot, he hadn’t envisioned how doing so would break the years-long trust that existed between them.
And oh, how he hated himself for it.
So he would gladly shoulder the weight of his mistakes and bow his head in penitence as his friend cursed him for his folly. He would suffer through any punishment the other man would deem fit and not complain, so long as they could be reunited afterward.
However, he couldn’t stand to hear Viktor talk so cruelly of himself.
“I’m sorry. For everything. But I can assure you, my love is real, and I see no monster in you.”
He meant it. When he laid eyes on Viktor, many words came to his mind. Gorgeous. Brilliant. Talented. Perfect.
But monster? No, never.
“Then perhaps you should get your eyes checked.” The Zaunite sneered.
“My eyes are perfectly fine. To me, you’ll always be the brave, handsome assistant who stood up for me when no one else would.”
His words, though tender, didn’t reach his closed-off friend.
“Do not be ridiculous!” Viktor lashed out, cheeks red. “You talk about… about companionship, but can you even picture yourself getting intimate with me? In my… current form?”
Jayce closed off the space between them and gently put a hand on his partner’s cheek so he would look him in the eyes.
“I can. I would make love to you right here in this tent if you asked me to.”
“You do not mean it.”
“Try me.”
Viktor took a step back, hesitant at first, but then he sighed and his hands moved to the makeshift claps that held the cover he wore as a cape in place.
“If it is what it takes to finally make you understand…”
Jayce found himself breathless, awestruck by the sight he was blessed with as the garment fell to the floor with a low thud, revealing Viktor’s body in all its naked glory. His eyes roamed over every inch of the other man’s skin, and his hands twitched with the desire to caress him until the self-proclaimed savior realized just how badly he wanted and loved him.
“Can I touch you?” He all but pleaded.
“Patience. Trust me, you won’t be so eager once you see all of me.”
Sorrow and self-deprecation tinged Viktor’s voice, which didn’t sit well with Jayce. If only he could drop to his knees and start worshipping every recess, every ridge, every fleck of metal fused to him with his lips and hands to prove his undying devotion… But Viktor’s comfort came first, so he waited, just as he’d been instructed.
Jayce soon understood what his partner meant by ‘all of me’ when the smooth mound of his crotch slowly parted. A writhing mass of black and purple tendrils emerged from the hidden sheath, each one smaller in width than a finger, but what they lacked in size, they made up for in number. Jayce couldn’t help but stare, enthralled by their hypnotic, undulating movements.
“There. Now that you have observed for yourself just how hideous I am, will you spare me from further humiliation?”
Viktor crossed his arms over his chest in a guarded gesture and kept his eyes fixated on the ground, as if he was too scared to be met with disgust if he looked at Jayce directly. An unfounded fear, since the sight of his core had rather elicited curiosity and arousal.
“Why come to such a hasty conclusion? I still want you. So, let me ask again: Can I touch you?”
“What?”
“You heard me, Vik,” Jayce confirmed with an encouraging smile.
His partner gulped hard. Clearly, he had not braced himself for such a turn of events. As if Jayce could ever turn him down…
“Yes. I… Touch me, please.”
Jayce didn’t have to be told twice. With barely controlled enthusiasm, he wrapped a hand around Viktor’s small waist to pull him close, then he pressed his lips against his neck, mouthing and sucking at his pulse. The Undercity prophet arched into his ministrations and gasped loudly when Jayce’s strong, calloused blacksmith fingers wandered between his legs.
The Piltover inventor watched, fascinated, as the tentacles wrapped and brushed against his hand, seemingly moved by a will of their own. They guided him deeper and deeper into the intricate maze of their coils, teaching him just where to touch to have his lover trembling in pleasure.
“Eager much?” He couldn’t help but tease lightly.
“I… I do not control it.” Viktor informed him, his face flushed a lovely crimson.
“I see. So this is all instinctive response…” He marveled out loud.
Experimentally, he rolled a few tendrils between his thumb and index finger, intrigued to see what effect it would have on the other man.
The result was immediate.
“A-ah… Jayce!” Viktor moaned, too blissed out to stay quiet.
“Feels good?”
His partner nodded shakily and buckled his hips to press himself further up against Jayce’s palm. More ecstatic whimpers spilled from his lips when his lover ran the pad of his fingers along the length of the sensitive tendrils or tugged at them carefully.
Although his investigations had already proven more than satisfactory, Jayce always preferred to be thorough in his research. So, without so much as a hint of hesitation, he fell to his knees, and took Viktor in his mouth.
His pretty hazel eyes widened and turned glassy under the onslaught of sensations that followed. It was so much more intense than a regular blowjob. The tentacles sought the warmth of his tongue and buried themselves deep inside his throat, wriggling all the while and bringing tears to his lashes.
Viktor didn’t even have to thrust to unravel him completely. He did bury a hand into Jayce’s dark hair to keep himself grounded though, just as much prey to the heat pooling in his belly. And when his bedpartner regained enough lucidity to start bobbing his head up and down, he screamed his undeniable pleasure, loud enough to be heard all the way across the bridge.
Somehow, despite the air deprivation, or perhaps because of it, the rhythmic motion of the tendrils fucking his throat sent Jayce into a deep, relaxed state. He could have spent hours like this, mouth stuffed full, his mind devoid of all worries, with no duty apart from fulfilling Viktor’s filthiest desires.
It felt nice, for once, to not be in charge. To just be used. To let himself be governed by his body rather than his intellect, for once. The ache in his legs and the soreness in his throat helped him unwind a little further, pretty much like how the strain of his muscles always left him all relaxed after he’d released some tension by working in the forge.
To his greatest pride, Viktor wouldn’t stop chanting his name, equally lost in his lust. Wound up as the recent events had left his companion, it didn’t take long for him to release a sweet, syrupy liquid that tasted nowhere as bad as cum down Jayce’s throat. Even as Viktor pulled out, he chased the heady taste, sucking the tip of the tendrils to get one last sip. Then he licked what little drops remained on his lips, vaguely registering that he could easily get addicted to such an intoxicating substance, but not minding it one bit.
His heart already belonged to Viktor through and through. Letting his body follow the same path wouldn’t change much.
He nuzzled Viktor’s thigh as he caught his breath, content, but still eager for more. Luckily for him, his companion anticipated his desires before he could voice them.
“What do you need, Jayce?” He asked softly while caressing his hair.
“You,” He murmured, simple and honest.
Viktor offered him a hand, which Jayce gladly accepted, and then he helped him get back on his feet. The taller man struggled to regain his balance, head still fuzzy, but firm, synthetic arms kept him steady.
Their eyes met. Tension filled the air. Chapped lips claimed Jayce’s in an urgent kiss.
In a coordinated effort, they worked on removing his pricey clothes, neither caring if the fabric got torn or damaged in the process. They needed to feel each other too desperately for such inconsequent matters to hold any kind of importance.
Jayce released a pleased sigh when he finally found himself naked, his bare skin flush against Viktor’s. While they made out, the Zaunite led him to his modest bunk, keenly aware they were both too impatient to wait much longer. Quickly, he rearranged what little pillows he owned to make their lovemaking easier on Jayce’s back, shared one last heated kiss with him, then promptly manhandled him on his back.
A surge of arousal shot straight to his core at the ease with which Viktor moved him around. Even though he logically knew his exposure to the Hexcore had made him stronger, experiencing it for himself still took his breath away. Hungry for more, he let his legs fall open, exposing his dripping wet sex to Viktor’s ravenous eyes.
“No second thoughts?”
A flicker of doubt still transpired through his partner’s uncertain tone, but Jayce quickly chased it away with a loving kiss.
“None at all.” He softly whispered.
With his permission received, Viktor climbed on top of him, his metal-infused body heavier than Jayce expected. His heart raced faster once he found himself pinned down underneath his lover, utterly thrilled by the false sense of helplessness.
He watched, enraptured, as Viktor slotted their bodies together, irresistibly drawn to the sight of the inquisitive tendrils getting closer and closer to his delicate folds. A sharp breath escaped him when they tickled his plush, swollen lips, then wiggled inside his slit to gain access to the prize nestled within.
As quickly as they had swarmed his throat, they stuffed his cunt full, leaving no space untouched. On their way, a few inadvertently brushed and slithered against his clit, engorging it with maddening pleasure. However, that was nothing compared to the inhuman pounding his pussy was receiving. Relentless, the tentacles fucked deep into him and stretched his walls, until each and every single one of them fitted snuggly inside him, molding Jayce to their shape.
To Viktor’s shape.
And he loved every second of it.
It was so fundamentally different from taking a cock, but in the best of ways. The vibrations provoked by the tendrils moving inside him lit all his nerves on fire and left him panting and yearning for more, more, more.
Sweet spots he didn’t even know existed minutes prior were being pressed and prodded to the point of near overstimulation. And yet, it felt more like sweet, tender sex than a rough and mindless fucking, even though he was being positively railed. All because Viktor himself barely needed to move to send in senses into overdrive, as the tendrils did most of the work for him.
And so, he could focus his attention elsewhere: On peppering red little marks across Jayce’s collarbone. On running his hands all across his chest and abs. On exchanging passionate kisses and murmuring sweet praises into his ear.
On slowly, teasingly rubbing his clit with his thumb and having Jayce come undone for him.
And Viktor looked so gorgeous, too, when his face twisted in pleasure, when he exhaled loudly, drunk on his body. Jayce could feel the muscles of his shoulders roll and tighten under his hands, sensed how all of his lover was affected by him. Saw how Viktor was biting his lower lip hard to stave off orgasm and focus on his needs instead.
It was everything Jayce had dreamed of and more. Every touch, every longing glance made him hope that this would be more than a one-time occurrence. That come morning, Viktor would not send him back to Piltover with the pieces of his broken heart for only baggage.
Unaware of his conflicted musings, Viktor pressed his finger against his reddened clit once more. Except this time, a treacherous spark of electricity traveled through the vulnerable little organ. Jayce jolted, any thought wiped out of his mind by the numbing pleasure.
“You liked that.”
It was an affirmation, not a question, but Jayce still answered it with a shaky ‘Y-yes…’ regardless and spread his thighs even further apart, offering himself to Viktor completely.
His partner carefully pulled at the hood, uncovering the pulsing pearl underneath, then trailed two fingers along his stomach, down, down, down, administrating exhilarating shocks in their wake until, at last, they brushed against his exposed clit. Viktor applied the tiniest amount of pressure, and…
The coil in Jayce’s belly snapped.
His vision turned white hot as the tendrils fucked him through his orgasm, taking him to heights of pleasure he’d never known before. However, their combined efforts didn’t come anywhere close to the bolts of pure pleasure Viktor was shooting straight into his nerves.
The exquisite stimulation had Jayce thrashing in absolute bliss, to the point where he barely registered it when the tentacles bottomed out against his cervix and pumped his womb full of thick, viscous cum. He was certainly way too fucked out to worry about possible consequences, or to remember whether or not the time was right for Viktor’s seed to potentially take root.
A new wave of warmth flourished deep within his navel, triggered by the potent aphrodisiac effects of the generous loads deposited inside him. Jayce’s sensations heightened and heightened, until, finally, it all became too much, and his body refused to take it anymore.
All went black.
When Jayce regained consciousness, he found Viktor gently wiping sticky globs of purple cum off his sore folds. His heart swelled with relief and love at the sight of his partner taking such good care of him. A fond smile graced his lips.
Viktor… He hadn’t left.
Once the Zaunite finished cleaning their bodies of any undesirable fluids, he offered Jayce a glass of somewhat drinkable water – the best the Undercity could afford – and joined him in bed. However, to Jayce’s greatest surprise and delight, he didn’t settle for lying down next to him.
Instead, Viktor snuggled against his side, with his head comfortably resting on the blacksmith’s broad chest.
He huffed when Jayce ran his fingers through his long hair, but made no move to push his hand away.
“Don’t get any ideas. I’m still mad at you.” He reminded him, but his voice held no trace of anger.
“I know,” Jayce murmured.
It would take more than one mind-blowing night of passion to earn Viktor’s forgiveness for good, of that, he was well aware, but at least, he was given a chance to repair their severed bond.
Gathering what little strength his limbs still possessed, Jayce leaned down to place a tender kiss on Viktor’s forehead.
This final, fragile glimpse of hope… He would cherish it with all his heart, nurture it carefully, protect it ferociously, and then maybe…
Maybe, every night, as he fell asleep, he would get to hold Viktor in his arms, just like he was now.