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Bones mend and align, a femur rotates in it’s socket while metal breathes and melts into vertebrae, fixing weak points and spots that had been crushed under sudden force.
What is broken is made new, what was imperfect is replaced by living metal and magic, pure power, pure life. Flaws get wiped out and limits of the human body ignored.
It knows how to shape the vessel to suit the brilliant mind trapped within it, taking and fixing and saving the life of Its new Herald, this human that can transcend his weaknesses and go on to fix the world. He will have a much easier time of it, without the fear of deterioration and impending mortality.
The ability to heal and bestow power is the most important aspect of the transformation then.
But It knows he needs protection as well. A skin that moves as warm and living metal. A tolerance to pain and cold and the fluctuations of their environment. Lungs that will not choke as they did in childhood, alveoli healing and expanding to full capacity for the first time in decades.
No distractions caused by pain. No injuries.
But then there is Him. His presence a necessity in having created the Herald in the first place, but a presence that might also tear that creation apart once more. After all, He might sever the connection, distract the Herald and make him push It away, make him abandon his Dream.
The Herald’s mind is searched in just a fraction of a second, potential dangers assessed and solutions found.
It’s just a slight tweak of anatomical structures to ensure He will not be able to appeal to flawed emotional urges and human desires that lead away from the Dream.
*
Really, Viktor hadn’t expected to survive when he asked Jayce to leave him in the Arcane, or when Jayce grasped his hands and pressed the acceleration rune into his palm, or when they pressed together with energy and souls all around them, raw power of magic tearing at them, threatening to dissolve them. He hadn’t even expected to survive when he opened his eyes to the sight of sunlight and two butterflies fluttering past lazily. Or when Jayce grasped his shoulders and moved his lips, too shocked to speak at first. Surely those were just the images his brain conjured up as his body broke apart and he became nothingness.
But survive he did.
His legs had felt weak as a fawn’s when Jayce struggled to his feet and pulled Viktor along, then spun him in the air, laughing in a near manic way. It was relief and joy, and Viktor had to admit, he joined in. His skin felt soft and human, though there was the faintest shimmer to it, and gold markings were his braces had once fused into his body. Jayce looked as he had on top of the HexGate, his hair long and beard full, and he looked healthy, safe for the shimmer on his forehead where Viktor’s fingertips had grasped him.
Between the disorientation, and the alien feeling of his body feeling more human, but also nothing like he remembered, and the initial search for shelter Viktor really didn’t pay much attention to himself. He was more human than machine again, that was enough for the moment. He felt warm in the mountains they had landed in, and Jayce’s hand felt rough and hot against his own fingers. His leg was weak but he could walk carefully, leaning on his crutch turned staff. Of course Viktor had no time to sit down and take stock of every inch of his old but new body.
So sitting on an old mattress in the little cottage they had made their home, Jayce pressed to him, their breath mingling… well… It was too distracting a moment for Viktor to remember why that little nagging thought in his mind kept trying to remind him of something.
Jayce sucked at the skin under his ear, his breath a hot puff against Viktor’s throat. Whatever it was, it wasn’t important, so he moaned quietly and threw his head back. He could feel Jayce thrusting against his good thigh, his cock heavy where it was trapped against trousers. So close to where Viktor wanted it.
“Jayce-” he moaned, furrowing his brow as Jayce ran his hands over his shoulders and pushed the robe down, exposing his chest, moving on to touch and explore. It felt divine, felt like something Viktor should have had years ago.
“I’ll make you feel good, just relax,” Jayce said, kissing Viktor again, his hands sliding over his body, down to Viktor’s hips, finding their way under the fabric there.
Viktor whimpered. There was something important, something he needed to remember now.
His legs fell open as Jayce’ hands wrapped around the tops of his thighs. His hands were so big. Surely it could wait. It felt like the thing was relevant, but how could it possibly be-
“You’re so beautiful,” Jayce sighed and Viktor couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’re just saying that to- ah!”
Jayce’s hand cupped him, pressing up, making Viktor’s hips buck in anticipation. It could wait, it could wait for when Jayce’s fingers weren’t spreading him, weren’t seeking out the heated core of him, seeking entrance to his cunt, when those thick fingers weren’t about to split him open, fill him up so nicely and-
“OW WHAT THE FUCK-”
Viktor remembered what was important, and why, as his eyes flew open just in time to see Jayce pull his hand back as if burned.
As if bitten.
Oh. Right.
That.
*
Jayce sat on the edge of the bed, sucking his middle finger petulantly as Viktor searched for something to use as a plaster. The injury was shallow, but the bleeding didn’t look like it was about to stop. A scratch and two puncture wounds adorned Jayce’ finger now, in a nice little circle. It was painful but not dangerous. And at least it was just his finger.
“So…” Jayce said when Viktor finally coaxed him to surrender his hand to clean and wrap up the bite mark. “Is there a reason why you have-”
He gestured to Viktor’s crotch, pulling a complicated face.
“Teeth in my vagina?” Viktor asked.
Jayce managed to blush.
“Yes. And why didn’t you tell me?”
Viktor let out a sigh and squeezed Jayce’s hand.
“Honestly, between how much my body changed and how relatively normal it looks now, it completely slipped my mind to even check. It’s not like I stick my fingers up my cunt to see if there’s any teeth there as a habit.”
Jayce shuddered.
“At least it was just a finger,” he said, and Viktor winced in sympathy.
They both stared at Viktor’s robe-covered crotch for a while.
“But why.”
Again Viktor shrugged.
“It was part of the ah - upgrades - the HexCore decided were necessary to keep me alive, and give me the capacity to be its Herald I believe. Besides healing my bones and clearing up my lungs it tried to make sure I would be impervious to any damage or influence that could distract me from the task I had fixated on. A line of defence.”
Jayce frowned.
“How could teeth possibly be part of that?”
Viktor raised an eyebrow at him and stared at Jayce for a long time, waiting for realization to hit. When it didn’t he folded his hands in his lap.
“Best I can tell, the HexCore seemed to think that if you were allowed in my presence, and given the chance to seduce me, I would abandon my goals.”
Jayce’s cheeks flushed and he sputtered briefly.
“You cannot be serious?”
“That might be the exact reason that other me told you to kill me before I could have the chance to get you back to my side. I suspect there was an equal chance of either of us convincing the other to give up and see his side of the argument.”
The Mage had made sure Jayce could not fall into the younger Viktor’s arms to begin with. The HexCore had simply made sure any seduction would end in disaster. Seeing it like that was very nearly… sensible.
Jayce groaned and buried his face in his hands.
“This is ridiculous.”
Viktor shrugged.
“If you had seen me without any notions of what the future would bring, and I had offered to eh… consummate our partnership to keep you by my side. Would you have considered it?”
He watched as Jayce proceeded to hide his face.
“... Maybe.”
“I suppose, if you had found a way to convince me that all I needed was to return with you to get your full attention, and love and-” Viktor gave a pointed look to where Jayce’s cock had flagged. “-I might have reconsidered my plans as well.”
They sat quietly for a moment, both wondering whether the seduction would have worked at all, and if so, whose.
“That doesn’t matter now,” Viktor went on. “For now we need to figure out what exactly is even going on with me. I can’t really look properly for myself. At least I haven’t tried to see if I can bend far enough.”
“You don’t know?” Jayce peeked out from between his fingers.
“You’ll have to describe it to me.”
They shifted as Viktor pushed his way back to the headboard and pushed his robe out of the way, and Jayce sighed quietly and shook his head, before turning around to face Viktor again.
Viktor tried hard not to think of what he was doing as he leaned back and spread his legs, Jayce shuffling closer to get a better look at his now exposed cunt. He’d been eager for Jayce to stuff his fingers and cock in there just an hour ago, which surely wasn’t less embarrassing than having him just look. Still, Viktor had to focus not to let his thighs fall shut.
Jayce took a moment to get into position, staring with a frown, and grabbing at Viktor’s hips to pull him closer. If the entire situation wasn’t so mortifying, it might have been hot.
“Teeth. It’s really just teeth.”
Viktor tried to prop himself up on the pillows to see, already knowing he would struggle to bend far enough for the right angle to take a good look.
“Really? What do they look like?”
Jayce frowned, and reached down to spread Viktor’s labia with his fingers, head cocked to the side. For a brief moment curiosity and arousal fought for dominance, before being chased away by the immediate need to problem solve.
“Like fangs perhaps? Or quills? They aren’t uniform, and look quite thin and sharp.”
When Jayce reached out with a finger Viktor could practically feel something flex, the faintest hint of a smooth object shifting inside him. He saw Jayce pull his hand away hastily.
“It looked like they were rearing up to bite,” Jayce said, and there was petulance in his voice.
“Let me see.”
Viktor reached down and carefully felt along his cunt with his fingertips. He’d not had time to masturbate since they ended up here, and when his body was mostly machine he’d not really felt the need to. He saw Jayce follow his motions with keen interest and some concern thrown in the mix, clearly worried for the safety of Viktor’s own fingers. From the outside everything seemed just as Viktor’s remembered. He firmly ignored his clit and soon felt the first bit of alien smoothness as he probed down.
Jayce breathed a sigh of relief as Viktor’s fingers weren’t bitten on first contact. Poking and prodding revealed that there was a ring of odd objects around his entrance. To his surprise Viktor could feel them shift and move of their own volition as he explored, moving out of the way or tilting to avoid nipping his fingers.
“They seem to know not to hurt me,” Viktor narrated as he tried to make sense of what he felt. He would have to ask Jayce to find a mirror to help him actually see them later.
“Flexible but not enough to bend fully-“
Jayce listened and watched with rapt attention, his expression the same as when trying to take in and remember a theory on new rune meanings.
“-able to shift and move around, but only to a point-“
Viktor tapped at one of the teeth with his fingernail.
“I believe all or most of them are hollow, like hypodermic needles. Perhaps to reduce weight?”
He thought for a moment as he rubbed a finger over a faintly quivering fang.
“I am unsure of the material. It doesn’t feel metallic.”
Grasping one of them was difficult, its neighbors poking and scratching. A careful tug yielded nothing but mild discomfort, and an attempt to bend it only confirmed that his fingers were not strong enough to keep a good hold on it while applying pressure.
“I don’t believe I can pull them out without causing damage. They seem to be able to adjust how flexible or stiff they get. Maybe if we try?”
“Don’t!” Jayce looked up with slight alarm. “I don’t want you hurting yourself!”
Viktor looked at him for a moment, then slumped back with a defeated sigh and pulled his hand away.
“You are right. But we do need to figure something out. I don’t want you hurting yourself either.”
*
In the following days time is spent making the little cottage livable. Walls needed repairing, windows replacing, food acquiring. There is a village nearby where Viktor and Jayce both could offer skilled services in exchange for goods and food. But the second there was free time the most pressing attention was taken up by the problem of Viktor’s freshly betoothed vagina.
Perhaps it ought to be embarrassing, having this much energy wasted on the thing and figuring out what to do about the teeth. Then again, Jayce was deeply and stupidly in love with Viktor, and Viktor simply could not abide by something getting in the way of finally getting to enjoy all of the man. That did distract them a little, when they got too involved in poking and prodding and trying to figure out how to get rid of the teeth.
It was an ugly sight, Viktor decided once he saw the odd maw keeping Jayce at bay. Even Jayce couldn’t argue much with that, though he kept insisting it was really just a little strange.
Trial and error led them to a few conclusions.
Viktor could stuff his fingers into his cunt as much as he liked - however, the odd sensation of teeth shifting against his knuckles made him not want to try and it didn’t feel as good it as it might have.
No part of Jayce could get anywhere near the teeth without risking life and limb. Even rubbing his fingers over Viktor’s clit, as Viktor clung to him for dear life, was difficult. The teeth would try to reach for Jayce, as he described, and he had to make sure to choose the angle of his hand, keeping it away from hole and teeth.
The teeth wouldn’t bite if Viktor created a barrier with his own fingers, but that was awkward and uncomfortable and the tiniest slip would lead to a bitten Jayce, without feeling good anyway.
A soft leather phallus was procured, and as Viktor fucked himself with it vigorously the teeth kept out of the way. When Jayce grasped the thing and took over, his hands well away from the danger zone, the teeth clamped down. There were holes all over the leather when they gave up, as if the teeth somehow knew Jayce was involved and acted accordingly.
It left Viktor with no true solutions to the problem, and a deep low thrum of frustration and ache.
Of course there were ways to enjoy sex that did not involve Jayce stuffing him full. It was nice to be held and rut together, Viktor desperately rubbing himself against the edge of the bed as Jayce bit at his shoulders and rutted against the small of his back. Nice to suck that cock down and try not to choke on it as he imagined it elsewhere. They even tried anal, once, before Viktor decided that all it did was remind him of the horrid emptiness he felt, cunt clenching around nothing as he moaned with pleasure and frustration.
“You know, I would be more than happy to just have this,” Jayce told him one night, their hands linked together as they lay in bed side by side. Jayce’s bad leg propped up on a folded up blanket. “If that’s all I could get.”
Viktor looked at their joined hands and frowned. His leg was still weak and prone to bending wrong, but he no longer felt an ache in his hips and back from having to walk with poor posture all day. He knew for a fact that he could clamber up on top of Jayce and ride him vigorously, could probably last longer than Jayce could keep himself from coming. Knew that he would not regret it the next day if Jayce folded him in half and fucked him into the mattress until the bed threatened to break apart. His body felt good and strong, better than it had in years. Strong enough to enjoy himself in bed without needing a break faster than his orgasm could hit.
It was just those damnable teeth, the fact that there was always something wrong with him. First a discomfort when he’d just started scraping together money for hormones and surgeries, then his failing lungs and weakening body, and now this. Always something in the way of having a sex life that didn’t require too much accommodation.
“I do want more,” Viktor said, eyes still on the scarred and calloused hand that enveloped his own.
Jayce sighed heavily.
“I do, too.”
It was stupid, of course, but part of Viktor felt as if they’d not really done it right. Hadn’t consummated their love properly. Their souls had more or less melted together for a brief moment in time, there in the Arcane, made them closer to one another than a mere exchange of bodily fluids could possibly do. But Viktor wanted it! He’d not even had Jayce’s - wonderfully rough and large - fingers in him yet! So what if their very being was linked together and the ghost of his fingertips shimmered on Jayce’s face? He wanted to be laid down on soft sheets and kissed deeply, wanted Jayce to sink into him and feel his own body give someone else pleasure, wanted to feel warm and wanted and make love in ways that even those poorly written romance periodicals he collected would call too cheesy. He had a right to it!
“V, are you alright?”
Viktor’s expression must have grown thunderous as he pondered the romantic wedding night he had been denied. His eyes flicked up to Jayce, who did look a little worried there.
“Everything is fine,” Viktor said, forcing himself to relax. He could feel his own frustration simmering under his skin and brushing against Jayce’s mind, who smiled faintly and squeezed his hand. “I just need my body to have nothing that needs solving, for once.”
“We will figure it out,” Jayce promised. “We always do.”
*
Jayce had always had his own projects and distractions he tinkered on in any moment of free time. Even when they’d first gotten anywhere with their HexTech and were progressing at a rapid speed, he’d found time to sit down and make something unrelated to anything at all. Sometimes it went nowhere and Jayce broke his projects up for scrap before Viktor even learned what he’d meant to achieve. Sometimes he built something for his mother - like a new kettle that whistled prettily when it boiled - or things he called no big deal that actually had a lot of effort put into them - like the first brace he’d made for Viktor.
So Viktor paid no attention to the times Jayce sketched something in his notebook, or disappeared to tinker in his newly built forge, or sat at the breakfast table and ignored the oatmeal in favour of staring intently at two chunks of metal. If Jayce wanted his assistance and collaboration he always asked, and if he wanted to keep it a secret he would be acting much more shifty. The nonchalance never caught Viktor’s attention much, unlike any attempt at secrecy would have.
When Jayce came up to him one evening, a satisfied smile on his face and a box in his hands, ready to reveal the nature of his project, it came as a surprise.
“What did you make that for,” Viktor said, staring at the beautifully crafted metal penis nestled in its box. There was no other way to describe it, despite the lack of naturalistic detail, there really was no other word one could possibly apply to the smoothly worked shape in front of him.
Jayce’s lips quirked and he shrugged his shoulders, a little bashful.
“What do you think? I made it for you to use, if you want.”
His cheeks flushed and Viktor saw a hopeful glint in his eye.
“Or for me to use on you, if you’d let me?”
Viktor ran a finger over the metal. The material was cool against his skin, and its intended use aside, it was a beautifully crafted piece of metalwork. The shape and girth were very much like the real thing when it came to Jayce, and Viktor wondered if he had intentionally used his own measurements.
“I have never seen a dildo made out of metal,” Viktor said, a little dubious but not outright denying Jayce’s request.
“Me neither, but I was thinking, what’s the material I’d least like to bite down on, if the issue was keeping my teeth safe, so-“
Jayce trailed off and gestured at the metal.
“Those fangs of yours probably can’t bite through this.”
Viktor opened his mouth and shut it again, his heart rate picking up as he thought about it.
“They won’t even let me be the one to get you off,” Jayce went on, the eager glint in his eye making Viktor want to squirm. “With this I could be the one to fuck you, fangs be damned. Maybe the metal is even strong enough to break those things, who knows.”
He looked at Viktor with the kind of open desire Viktor had once only dreamt of having Jayce direct at him.
“I’d like to fuck you properly, Viktor. One way or another.”
“Yes,” Viktor said, too quick to play his own excitement down. He felt his mouth water with desire at the thought of Jayce pushing that thing into him, of finally getting to be filled by something that wasn’t just his own hand, or held in his own grasp. Jayce was right, those teeth would not get in the way of the metal. It would have no give at all, would feel too big, too full. Even if the teeth carried away no damage at all, at least Viktor would finally have at least some idea of what it would feel like to have Jayce’s cock in him properly.
Jayce grinned, looking more eager than turned on really, as if Viktor had agreed to a romantic dinner rather than sex. He picked up the metal dildo and pulled at his waistband to tuck it underneath his clothes.
“Let me warm this up then,” he said, and took Viktor’s hands.
Viktor was too busy staring at the bulge the dildo had created to pay attention, so it took him a moment to realise Jayce was bending down to kiss him. He felt his partner laugh against his lips as Viktor returned the gesture clumsily, then moan when Viktor wrapped his arms around Jayce’s neck to deepen the kiss. Viktor felt heat coiling in his stomach, his chest, a fire burning in his lungs as he pressed his body against Jayce, whimpering when hands grasped at his waist.
He could never get enough of the raw strength contained in his lover’s body, the evidence of hard work clear in the roughness of Jayce’s hands. How easily he could envelop Viktor in his hold, how perfect his hands were when they slid down to grope at Viktor’s arse, then further down to take hold of his thighs and hoist him up.
Viktor let out a quiet gasp when he wrapped his legs around Jayce’s waist, only barely resisting the urge to rub himself against the solid body between his thighs. Jayce had never carried him like that before, both their bodies burning with anticipation, desire thick in the air. Jayce found his way to the bedroom blindly, his lips never leaving Viktor’s throat or what he could reach of his face.
When they reached the bed Jayce set Viktor down in the middle of it with a gentleness that only served to make Viktor’s desire burn hotter.
“Let me undress you?” Jayce asked, and Viktor nodded immediately.
He expected for it to be frantic, matching their hitched breaths and eager hands. Instead Jayce took his time, carefully unlacing the front of Viktor’s robe and undoing his belt buckles one by one. He looked eager and happy where he was, savouring the moment. This in turn made Viktor lose some of his confidence. This wasn’t an impatient scramble of hands, this felt profound, somehow. Both of them knew what difficulties they faced in their sex life, and this was a deliberate act, one that hopefully would solace at least some of their problems.
Viktor let himself be moved, let Jayce undress him and set aside the clothes with care, until he was left bare on their soft sheets. He shivered, telling himself it was just the cold. Even now it felt as if Jayce’s warm gold eyes could see right through him, could map out every inch of his skin and see further, see into his mind.
For a moment they just stared at one another, and Viktor pressed his legs together while resisting the urge to wrap his arms around his chest. Jayce had seen him, had wanted him, desired him even now. There was nothing about Viktor he didn’t know.
Then finally Jayce broke the gaze and sat down at the edge of the bed to pull off his brace and boots. Viktor watched every familiar hand motion as clasps and straps were undone, an act he’d seen countless times, and had performed more than his fair share. He expected Jayce to climb onto the bed and take position at his feet. Instead Jayce nudged him gently until he could sit down with his back leaning against the headboard, and pulled Viktor flush against his chest.
“Like this, alright?” Jayce asked. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Viktor nodded and leaned back further, feeling the heat of Jayce’s body, the solid thighs bracketing him on either side. Already he was wet and aching to be touched, and Jayce hadn’t even done anything yet.
He clutched at Jayce’s knees as the man dug in his pants to take out the metal phallus - now warmed by his body heat - and swallowed thickly at the sight of it. His body was tense with anticipation and worry, painfully aware of how their love making ended in frustration more often than not.
“Relax, babe, I’ve got you.”
Instead of plunging the dildo in as Viktor would have done, Jayce gently brushed the tip of it over the crease of Viktor’s thigh. It was comfortably warm now, not as hot as the real thing would be, and the smooth rounded tip felt pleasant to the touch. Jayce stroked the outside of Viktor’s cunt for a moment, then nudged Viktor’s legs open with his other hand for better access. He applied a firm but gentle pressure against Viktor’s clit, making him gasp and circled the head over it a few times, then pushed deeper.
“Oh,” Viktor sighed, throwing his head back against Jayce’s shoulder.
He trembled at the gentle ministrations, felt the way Jayce rubbed the cock over his cunt in slow deliberate motions, spreading the slick gathering there around, occasionally returning to Viktor’s clit, but not yet pushing into him. Not yet getting anywhere near the teeth, though Viktor was vaguely aware of the things rearing up to prevent any intrusion. He couldn’t help thrusting his hips a little, chasing the touch.
“Relax,” Jayce said again and kissed the side of Viktor’s neck, wrapping an arm around Viktor’s chest to keep him in place.
Viktor wanted to snap at him, but he was warm and embraced and Jayce’s beard scraped against his skin deliciously. Jayce had said he wanted to take care of him, so Viktor would let him.
He focused on relaxing his muscles, sinking deeper against Jayce’ body and letting his legs fall open further. The reward was a kiss to his temple and a firmer rub of the dildo. Viktor’s eyes fell shut and he tried to focus on nothing but the gentle pressure, the way he was completely wrapped up in Jayce. His hands shook slightly as he wrapped them around Jayce’s forearm, surrendering into his care completely.
When Jayce pushed the dildo further down, seeking the entrance to Viktor’s cunt, Viktor’s first thought was part alarm, part delight, as he realised it would be a bit of a stretch. Only his second thought concerned the tapping that followed the intrusion.
“They’re not happy,” he sighed, and Jayce huffed a laugh.
“Let them choke, I want to see them try to bite through that.”
Jayce followed his words with a firmer push and Viktor’s mouth fell open in a soundless cry. It really was a most pleasant stretch, just the tip and he already felt filled better than he had in what felt like years. He could feel scraping and tapping, but the noise was drowned out by the obscene wet squelch as Jayce pushed the cock deeper.
“Oh fu- ah-” Viktor gasped out and felt Jayce groan in pleasure.
“Vik, you’re taking me so well,” he rasped against Viktor’s ear, making him shudder.
He pushed further, sinking the cock into Viktor at a torturously slow pace. It took him a moment to push the head in properly, his arm keeping Viktor from bucking up into it. In truth, Viktor was a little bit grateful. Were he in charge of the pace, he would have tried sinking down on the thing in one quick push. This way he had time to adjust, time to get used to the girth and bear down against it, forcing himself to relax. Each torturous moment of the cock sinking into him had Viktor cry out, moaning shamelessly once he realised Jayce didn’t mind and rather appreciated the noise.
“There, just a little more. Fuck, V, you’re so beautiful like this.”
Viktor thought his entire face and chest were on fire by the time Jayce’s knuckles brushed against his cunt. He felt sweat run down his forehead, his knees trembled. When he tried clenching around the cock there was no give at all, only solid mercilessly firm metal. He moaned and shook at the sensation, feeling how it filled him up, pressed against every sensitive spot inside him, giving him no way to recover.
“Jayce,” he groaned, trying to squirm away, or further against Jayce’s hand, or rut, or do anything at all. Between Jayce’ hold on him and the cock pressed into his body he was trapped.
“Yeah? Are you ready for me?”
Viktor nodded frantically, his hands clenching against Jayce’s arm.
Jayce didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled the dildo out nearly all the way, keeping just the head in, then pushed it all the way back in with a quick snap of his wrist. Viktor’s hips bucked up and he screamed, vision momentarily blurring.
The thing was hard and thick and hit every spot that made him see stars.
“Jayce!”
Jayce’s hand moved with purpose now, fucking into him with single minded focus. Each thrust punched a cry deep out of Viktor’s chest, he could feel his stomach clench, his legs tense up and toes curl with pleasure. Distantly he was aware of angry tapping, but the sound of Jayce’s heavy breaths against his ear, and the wet slap of the dildo drowned it out. The bed creaked and Jayce moved his hand at a pace that would have made Viktor’s wrist cramp within moments, if he were to try. He could feel the swell of Jayce’s cock against the small of his back as it’s metal counterpart fucked into him, which made Viktor dizzy to contemplate.
He was trapped, completely at Jayce’s mercy. Unable to squirm out of his hold, even if he wanted to. The thought of giving up himself so fully to a man who took care of him so well had Viktor choke on his moans.
“I’m c- ah- I’m close, Jayce, Jayce!”
“Come for me, baby,” Jayce groaned. His own hips were rutting against Viktor’s back.
His arm tightened its hold on Viktor, pressing down against his chest, and before he could so much as moan Viktor felt his orgasm hit with a desperate force. His entire body went taunt held down by Jayce’s hands, the metal pressing deep into him, unmoving as waves of pleasure washed over him. Then all at once Viktor went limp, letting his head fall back with a sigh. He felt a gush of something hot and wet on the inside of his thighs as Jayce pulled the dildo away, leaving Viktor clenching around nothing.
“That was-” he gasped out after a while, trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t think of anything to convey the heady feeling. Instead Viktor tucked his face against Jayce’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his sweat.
Jayce let out a shaky laugh.
“Yeah.”
He dropped the dildo onto the sheets and raised his hand to cup Viktor’s cheek, tilting his face up to be able to kiss. It was a bit of an awkward angle, neither of them willing to move. When Viktor let go of Jayce’s arm he could feel little indentations left there by his nails, though he hadn’t noticed how hard he had been gripping. Jayce hadn’t complained though.
Viktor’s hands went to crotch, wanting to feel the mess Jayce had made of him for himself. He felt tender already, in that delicious way that reassured him he would still feel this for hours to come at the very least. His fingers slid in easily when he probed for the teeth at the entrance, and he let out a surprised gasp.
“What?” Jayce muttered, reluctantly giving up his attempts to lazily kiss Viktor.
“I think the teeth are… well. They’re certainly not going to be as much of a problem anymore.”
Viktor could feel the now motionless things in him. Their tips were blunted or broken off in places, and as he poked at one of them he could feel it crumble like the withered petal of a dead flower. Jayce shifted, not wanting to fully let go of Viktor but trying to lean forward enough to see for himself.
“You’re right. Half of them are just gone.”
His hand joined Viktor’s, making the man bite back a moan at the brush of calloused fingertips. Jayce let out a surprised laugh.
“I can touch you without having my hand bit off.”
Jayce raised his hand up for Viktor to see, faint chunks of fang falling into a pale purple dust. Viktor let out a relieved laugh and plunged two fingers into his cunt to his knuckle. Every piece of foreign anatomy crumbled under his touch, and soon his rubbing left him certain there was nothing left of it. He moaned quietly, overly sensitive but too eager to feel his body having returned back to normal.
When he opened his eyes Jayce was staring at him intently.
“You keep doing that, and I’ll end up begging to fuck you properly,” Jayce croaked out, his voice cracking.
Viktor bit his bottom lip and threw his head back a little, exposing his throat.
“Why don’t you?”
“Uh… I’ll need a moment before I can go again.”
Jayce shifted away from Viktor to lie down at his side, which gave Viktor the chance to see a wet patch at the front of his trousers. He’d been so lost in his own pleasure, he hadn’t even noticed Jayce reaching his peak.
For some reason the thought of that made him laugh, and Jayce grinned bashfully. Jayce discarded his clothes, finally, and then they were side by side, stretched out comfortably with their arms around one another. Viktor ran his hands over Jayce’s chest, petting the dark hair there, basking in his partner’s warmth and the afterglow.
“Do you think all of those teeth are broken off now?” Jayce asked, and Viktor’s lips twitched.
“Why don’t you check for yourself?”
They shifted, bodies pressed together and Jayce’s hand running down Viktor’s side, stroking his waist, before dipping down. His touch was hesitant at first, but then two of his fingers sunk into Viktor, making him gasp quietly. It was nowhere near the stretch of the dildo, but he was sensitive enough for shivers to run up and down his spine at even that.
He let himself get lost in the sensations, breathing hard and grinding down against Jayce’s hand.
“Ow!”
Jayce tensed and Viktor’s eyes flew open in alarm.
“Jayce! Did you get-“
He found Jayce grinning down at him, far too pleased, and Viktor slapped his chest with his open palm. Already Jayce was laughing at him, both of them dissolving into giggles as he was still knuckle deep in Viktor.
“You stupid id-“
Viktor’s words broke off in a deep moan as Jayce crooked his fingers in him, making him forget the brief wave of annoyance. Jayce was still laughing quietly, one arm working its way between Viktor’s body and the mattress to hold him close. His second orgasm of the night was much gentler, a crest of pleasure washing over him and ending in Viktor stiffening another laugh.
“You ridiculous man,” Viktor chided gently when Jayce pulled his hand away and rested it on Viktor’s hip.
“And you love me for it,” Jayce laughed, rubbing his cheek against the top of Viktor’s head.
Viktor let out a non committal hum, smiling against Jayce’s chest as he nuzzled close. His body felt warm and sated, truly back to feeling lime his own for the first time in years.
“Against all wisdom, I really do, Jayce,” he said and tilted his head up to be within reach of being kissed. Jayce complied at once, bending his head to press a sweet little kiss to Viktor’s lips.