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You're destroying me.
You're good for me.
I like you.
How unlikely.
I like you.
How slow all of a sudden.
How sweet.
Please, devour me.
Deform me to the point of ugliness.
I beg of you.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour
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Jayce points his heel to the ground and charges up a powerful swing, body twisting to give the strike strength. The air rushes over his ears and then his hammer slams against the target - or well, tries to. Viktor’s hexclaw grip is stronger than he recalled it being (did he augment it again?) and its metal hand stops his hammer right at the corner, forbidding him from hitting the Herald’s shoulder pauldron.
“Nice catch” he grins, adding a little wink just because he can. Viktor probably grimaces under his mask, and the claw on his back flexes as it pushes the hammer’s head backwards, sending Jayce stumbling. He’s not stupid so he loosens his grip on it so he doesn’t get caught in the swing back, and he knows Viktor will go for the strike in the exact second it takes him to steady himself and get hold of his weapon again. So he goes directly to Viktor instead of following his hammer, and dodges the claw once more as he barrels forward and hurls himself against Viktor’s chest plate. He clearly didn’t expect it, because his feet slip and he stumbles and falls, he actually falls down to the ground, hexclaw hurrying to place itself under Viktor’s shoulder so to push him to stand up straight again. Jayce sees the motion and places a strong hit on the metal arm’s weakest spot and the thing bends and it doesn’t have time to help Viktor up.
“Not your brightest move, using that” Jayce points at the claw as he huffs and holds himself close, almost flush to Viktor’s body, using all of his strenght to stop him from getting up again. “Considering we built it together and I know exactly how it works.”
“Usually you’re not supposed to get in range to hit it, brute” Viktor spits back and from his tone Jayce can try and guess his expression. He’s surely angry now, but Jayce delights himself into thinking he’s flushing.
Jayce gives a little head tilt. “Then something in your strategy went very wrong today.”
There’s a beat of silence and quiet and Jayce almost takes it as the go sign to tease Viktor some more when suddenly the man under him twists an arm out of his grip and before Jayce knows what’s going on he’s sent flying across the laboratory.
“You let your guard down to flirt still” Viktor growls, impassible and mechanical under his mask and modulator. Yet there’s a twinge on the word flirt, like he’s ashamed of saying it. Oh, Jayce thinks, alright then. It’s one of those days. He has been wondering why Viktor showed up in his lab so… out of rhythm - they have started this routine of raiding each other’s lab, taking turns basically. But last time it was Viktor who invaded, muttering something about needing new gemstones and managing to get his metallic hands on one of them too. The script they’ve been silently following for months now dictates that Jayce should be raiding Viktor’s lab and throw claims of progress and justice and humanity around as he sees the new horrors Viktor’s evil lair hides. But instead, Viktor is here, in his Piltie room, Progress Day in full swing in the streets and its noise covering up their fighting.
There’s always only one reason why Viktor would do that. It’s another one of their little routines.
“Something did go wrong in your strategy after all” he says again, wobbling up, back on his feet. The fact Viktor sent him across the room had the considerable side effect of landing him exactly next to his hammer. He doesn’t even need to strain to take hold of it again as he stands, which Viktor definitely notices with a worried twitch of his head.
“You’re distracted, Machine Herald” Jayce purrs like he likes to do, “Something’s the matter?” He makes a show of standing up again straight, hands on his weapon, stance wide.
Viktor’s eyes glow behind his mask and he braces himself for the fight and the hit - that never comes. Jayce just grins and lets his hammer down on the floor, rubbing his hands together as he approaches the man with calm, sure steps. Viktor falters, his hexclaw twitching in surprise above his shoulders. Jayce knows it’s not attached to him but it sure looks like it, in moments like these.
“What are you doing” he hisses, lighting ray charging up in the hexclaw.
“I’m helping you resolve the matter you’ve gone and gotten yourself into.” Jayce just shrugs, taking another step. It’s so endearing, how Viktor still keeps his fighting stance. He wants to be angry so badly. Well, he is angry - but not in the way that makes Jayce fear for his life.
“You’re surrendering yourself to me so I can finally murder you?” Viktor spits out. Almost convincing, but his right hand, the one still made of flesh, has started to tremble. Nice. Jayce can finally drop all pretenses.
“Oh, Vitya” he cooes, the petname slithering out of his mouth like sweet venom, “we know who’s gonna surrender in just a couple of minutes. Not going to be me.”
The hexclaw immediately stop charging up and the trembling that took hold of Viktor’s hand gets more noticeable. Jayce keeps walking towards him, and when he’s too close Viktor starts walking backwards. One step, two, four, and Viktor’s back is against the wall.
“Now do me a favour” Jayce sighs, leaning forward but not touching him yet, “and drop the pretense, okay? This little game of cat and mouse is only fun when it doesn’t last long. So let’s get you out of this” and he flicks his hand against Viktor’s shoulder pauldron, “and start having our proper fun, yes?”
That damned fucking mask keeps him from seeing Viktor’s shocked reaction, but the way he tenses and straightens is indicative enough of the expression he must be making right now.
“Think you can order me around, Defender?” Viktor says the title with so much anger and his voice is so tense and suddenly Jayce has never, never felt blood rush downstairs quicker.
“I adore it when you get mad” Jayce purrs, hands caressing up the Herald’s waist piece until he finds the clasp that holds it and undoes it. “And no, I don’t think you can be bossed around” he answers then, and his hand finds where the pauldron is attached and that piece too drops to the ground, “not yet. I’ll give it… thirty minutes,” he looks at Viktor, cocking one eyebrow up like he’s evaluating him. “Or twenty.”
Viktor’s metal arm shoots up to hold his throat, tight enough to hurt. Not enough to make Jayce miss the way his other hand reaches back and undoes his own armour, leaving him in the black, fitted clothing he wears under all that metal. Still held by the throat, Jayce reaches up to undo the clasps of the mask but then Viktor uses both of his hands to grab his, reversing their position and pinning him against the wall.
“Mask stays on” he hisses.
Jayce smiles again. He knows it’s driving Viktor absolutely up against the wall. He leans forward that tiny bit that the position allows, and when he’s close enough he looks into the mask’s glowing yellow eyes and whispers, “Hot”.
Viktor loses it, just like Jayce wanted and expected him too, and he shakes as he puts his foot behind Jayce’s legs and pushes him so he trips on them and falls to the ground, Jayce with his back to the ground and Viktor in his lap, a silouhette of black and shining metal mask.
Jayce has to struggle because that’s what the game entails, but he doesn’t really try to get out of the situation he’s in as Viktor finds a random cable in the lab and ties his hands behind his back.
“Safety hazard, just what you’re into” he smiles, living for the hexclaw coming back up to tighten around his throat just enough to make his breath stutter.
“If you don’t stop talking, Defender, I will tear your tongue out.” Viktor sounds like an angry cat, hissing and curling up over him.
Jayce presses his lips together in a show of obedience that he can’t wait to break out of, and he knows Viktor can read as much in his glimmering eyes.
“You are overdressed” Viktor then says, simply stating a fact, and opens up his coat. The fact his swift, long fingers know exactly where to press and click and pull to undress him makes Jayce’s head spin more than it should. The familiarity drives him crazy. He lets himself be stripped, coat bunching up at his wrists where they’re tied together by the cable. Viktor tears at the buttons of his shirt, sending them flying as he finally bares his chest and Jayce can swear he hears the man above him give a little shaky sigh as those hands, one metal and one flesh, run up his stomach and his chest, fingers barely grazing the muscles and then pushing downwards in the flesh, like he wants to leave indents, marks staking his claim on Jayce.
“Like what you see?” He can’t help but ask, and Viktor’s gaze snaps up as he commands his third arm to press down on his windpipe even more, effectively forcing him down and almost laying him on the floor. His right hand then caresses up his neck, his cheek, and then entangles in his hair and pulls, hard, the way it makes Jayce shudder. The way Viktor knows it makes him shudder.
“You really can’t shut the hell up, Man of Progress” he says, exasperated even through the modulator, and before Jayce can reply in any way he’s tearing up his shirt and gathering the torn fabric in a gag that he pushes in his mouth. Jayce can’t help a soft sound as the act again has pleasure sparking in his groin.
Viktor gives a little pleased laugh, in the way that makes Jayce feel almost pathetic and turns him on so immensely. “And you also can never hide how much you like being restrained like that…” his metallic fingers again run down his chest and stop at his belt, and then Viktor’s hips are gyrating in a short, sweet and terrible way that has Jayce’s own jerk upwards to meet the movement. Viktor leans over, masked face not even an inch from his, and rolls himself again, pressing down against the man under him, legs on either side of his left one now. Jayce doesn’t need the mask off to know he’s smiling, pleased with himself and with how crazy he’s driving him with just a couple of little movements.
“You want me so bad, Defender” Viktor sighs, “It would be endearing if you didn’t made me so angry every time I see your stupid, handsome face.”
His fingers leave his belt and run lower, a barely-there caress on his hardening cock that has Jayce jolt upwards again, like he’s being electrocuted. Then Viktor is slowly moving off his lap and standing to a half kneel as he takes Jayce’s trousers off before he does so with his aswell, a hand running in front of his underwear, pressing down on the wet spot Jayce can now clearly see on him. It does more for him that he cares to admit, a fullbody shiver running through him as he is made part of the revelation that Viktor likes this as much as he does. To be fair, he knows Viktor does. But even an enflated ego like his can’t help but doubt, sometimes. Confirmation is always nice, and if Viktor’s leaking cock isn’t just that, he doesn’t know what is.
He gives a choked sound, trying to talk around the makeshift gag, but of course he can’t. Moving his hands around a bit behind his back gives another solution, though, because he can clearly feel the knot slip. Probably Viktor was too excited, to tie him up properly. Oh. He’s gonna use this to his advantage, but not now.
Now he just stays put, a perfectly obedient partner as Viktor lowers himself again and grinds against his now naked thigh, the thin layer of fabric doing absolutely nothing to mask the heat that radiates off Viktor’s core.
The man moves his hips so very slowly, almost gently, savouring the pleasure the pressure brings, and Jayce flexes his own thigh so create more of it, to see Viktor’s shoulders tense as he gives a deeper body roll and this time he moans, sure as daylight, and even if it’s muffled and distorted behind the mask it still sounds exactly like Viktor.
It’s a sight so beautiful Jayce almost forgets his plan. Luckily, Vikor is there to unknowingly seal his own fate.
“I’m having so much fun, Defender” he says right beside Jayce’s ear, “such a pity you can’t say the same…”
Jayce doesn’t say a thing, simply slips his hands out of the almost non-existed knot and then chuckles.
He moves, quick, spitting out the gag and taking the claw off his neck, its grip gone slack with Viktor’s pleasure.
“But I can?” he finally replies, a spark of delight in seeing how the other man’s movements stop suddenly as he tries to reach for him and fails because Jayce is quick when he wants to be. Viktor is all shaky and his legs are weirdly bent from the previous position and it’s so easy, too easy to flip them over and push him to the ground, his hair fanning behind his head like a dark halo.
“You—” Viktor starts to growl, hands and hexclaw reaching up. Jayce is faster, again, and pins his wrists down together with one hand, shaking his head.
“This is all your fault” he grins, smug, sitting down on Viktor’s legs in a way that mirrors what the other just did. “You can’t show the starving man a feast and expect him to behave.” His fingers trace the outline of Viktor’s underwear, drinking up the way he tries to curl away from the touch, not for lack of want but for the endless way in which he gets embarassed so easily when put on display, still.
“I haven’t shown you anything yet” Viktor replies.
“And would you like to?” Jayce checks. He looks up, even if he can’t read the expressions in Viktor’s mask. He can, however, read them in his body. He doesn’t really try to pull his wrists free, he doesn’t really shudder away from his touch.
“You’re a sap” the Herald laughs, but his voice trembles, underneath.
“I’ll take it as a yes, then” Jayce simply says, and it’s his turn to run his hands over Viktor’s body, pulling up his dark clothing and exposing the skin, even paler than he remembered it. If Viktor was particularly pale before, he’s almost translucent now, his skin perpetually covered by layers of armour and metal. He can read the path of the veins across his sides, and the scars under his chest are even whiter. They’re calling out and he bends down before he can think about it twice, kissing their jagged drawing.
“Sappy” Viktor says again, voice definitely shaky now. Jayce smiles against his skin and presses a kiss on his sternum before letting his wrists go.
“Will you stay put for me?” he asks in his softest voice, the one he knows makes Viktor fold everytime, and he has to retain a smug grin when Viktor says nothing but obeys, wrists held exactly where he left them, crossed above his head. Then Viktor’s hexclaw unfolds and the metallic arm goes to hold them down, pressing right at the crossed pulse points. The sight of the man under him restraining himself has Jayce’s blood rush down quicker than he thought it ever could.
He feels bold, and with another kiss on his chest whispers, “Good boy.” He almost expects Viktor to throw him across the room, but it seems even after years he’s always gonna get surprised by his endless facets, because Viktor instead sucks in a breath and looks away as if he forgot he’s wearing a mask and his emotions aren’t broadcasted on his face.
“Good to know I’m not the only one who enjoys that” Jayce almost honest-to-the-gods giggles. He runs his hands up and down Viktor’s sides, and feels the goosebumps rise on the pale skin.
“All that insulated armour, wearing it all day long,” he purrs, repeating the motion until Viktor is writhing, “it must really make your skin so sensitive.” His right hand leaves the side and trails in the middle, fingers soft like a paintbrush going up and caressing across his nipples, fingers spreading around them and then continuing their journey down once more. He gets to the waistband of his underwear again and then he hooks his fingers under it, stopping for a second there.
He waits a beat, then two, and then finally Viktor speaks. “Take them off” he snaps. “You’re making me wait.”
Jayce raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side. “Say please?”
It’s not the first time not the last one he’ll wish the mask was off, but now the desire is expecially strong, because from the way the laboured breathing stops and hitches and the way Viktor’s core, pressed down against him, warms up even more, he can tell his request had the effect he hoped.
“Say please” he repeats it a little more like an order, pulling at the waistband as if to promise what obeying would entail.
Viktor mutters something out, so small Jayce can’t properly hear. He bends down, a hand cheekily behind his ear. “I didn’t hear you very well… Could you repeat?” He teases.
Suddenly the hexclaw rises from where it was pressing down Viktor’s wrists, and Jayce jerks upright, taken aback. But then slowly and inevitable, the third arm just goes to the side of Viktor’s face and presses something and then there’s the familiar hiss and clicks of clasps and Viktor’s mask comes off.
He is red all over his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, his ears. His lips look innaturally pink and it takes Jayce a second but he realizes he’s been biting down on them. His amber eyes are hooded and dark and teary with want as he stares up into Jayce’s. He keeps his hands down, like nothing happened, then flushes darker and speaks, voice unaffected by metal or modulations, just Viktor, the thick undercity tilt to his voice and his lips curling around each letter like it’s precious. “Please.”
Jayce can’t deny such a request. And he can’t stop his body either as it bends down to kiss Viktor, finally, the familiar shape of his lips against his own making him shiver; it’s all so much - the way Viktor’s tongue immediately licks at his mouth to beg for a deeper kiss, the little pecks scattered inbetween, the way Viktor kisses like he’s taking possession of his mouth, the way he kisses him so desperately each time.
He keeps kissing him as his hands trail down and finally he all but rips Viktor’s underwear off, a warm tingle making its way down his spine at Viktor’s legs immediately trying to close. Unluckily for him, Jayce’s got one knee right between them, so they just get stuck there, and now finally Jayce can enjoy Viktor’s flustered expression as he realizes there’s nothing to hide him from Jayce’s stare.
“It’s okay” he mutters, not really know what he’s saying, the old Jayce that wants to reassure Viktor during intimacy coming up to the surface, hands hovering over his legs. “Gods” he huffs out, grabbing a little too hard at the white flesh of Viktor’s inner thighs, something going off in his brain when he sees the juncture between the soft, human thighs and the black rest of the leg - from halfway between thigh and knee down he’s metal, and he knows it but seeing it everytime makes him lose it. He didn’t think he’d like it as much as he does, the first time he bedded Viktor after his augmentations. Because the metal is so smooth and cold under his hands but it just makes the parts that are still human softer and warmer, and it means he never really has to hold back anymore.
“I said what you wanted” Viktor hisses at him, eyebrows furrowed, “Now do what you promised.”
“Were you always this impatient?” Jayce muses, hands caressing up his legs up to right beside where Viktor wants him to touch, and he spreads his thighs apart, feeling himself twitch when he sees the strain in the muscles of Viktor’s legs as they try to close again, shying away from his gaze. He’s a bit of a tease, but he’s not evil, and so he shimmies downwards and before Viktor can understand what he’s gonna do, his mouth kisses him right between his legs, followed by his tongue giving a long, deep lick up his cock. He can feel Viktor grow wetter under his mouth, and his hands in his hair, pulling and pushing him down at the same time as if he can’t decide what he wants Jayce to do. All the same - Jayce will take his sweet, sweet time with him.
He wraps his lips around him greedily and sucks once before going back to lapping at Viktor’s core with his tongue, placing each stroke of his tongue so that it hits exactly all of his soft spots. He knows them by heart. One of his hands leaves the thigh it was keeping down and immediately the leg comes up to clamp around his head, but Jayce doesn’t mind. Viktor is just keeping him trapped there this way, and Jayce will make him regret it. He brings the newly freed hand up to his mouth and parts from Viktor’s core to suck on his fingers, looking up as he does. He’s so very glad Viktor took off his mask, because the look he’s giving him is to die for. He’s always got this surprised and angry stare when Jayce goes down on him, like he never expects it even if it always happens. Surprised and embarassed, but so so hungry. His cheeks are still all red, and he’s pressing his lips together to avoid making any sound.
Jayce gives him a little wink before he pulls out the fingers from his mouth and places them on Viktor’s dick in a rubbing motion, and then sliding them downwards. He looks up again to check but Viktor’s stare is trained on him with that raw want that makes Jayce so sure he wants this, and so he presses his first finger in, too easy with how slick he is. So easy that he gives a couple of pumps and then slides his middle finger in aswell, and finally hears Viktor let out his soft sounds, the ones that make him sound like he’s sobbing.
“Jayce” he sighs, and it’s the first time he’s said his name that day. Jayce’s heart gives a squeeze he decides he’ll ignore for now because it’s too much to think about and unpack, and just listens as Viktor keeps chanting his name like a broken record.
It’s enough of an ego boost that Jayce dares to talk again. He gives a particularly wicked thrust with his fingers and drinks up the way he can feel Viktor flutter and moan and his thigh flex against his face. “Look at you,” he chuckles, “the unfeeling Machine Herald. And all it takes it’s a hand between your legs… and all your emotions come pouring out.” He twist his fingers as he speaks, scissoring them. Viktor’s hips jerk forward, following his fingers, fucking himself down on them.
“Shut the hell up” he groans, gnashing his teeth together to keep the moans in. Doesn’t work, of course, and he has to let out that sobbing sound again.
“You sound so pretty” Jayce hums, solely because he knows Viktor will get so mad about it. And he does, the vents on his sides opening to let the steam out and whirring faster, louder. “Oh, you’re overheating too? I’m really doing a number on you, aren’t I” he pushes on, grin plastered on his face.
“I told you to shut up—” Viktor replies, trying to sit up with his upper body but meeting Jayce’s free hand coming down strong on his chest to push him back down on the floor.
Jayce shushes him and shakes his head. “Let’s see” he says, raising his eyebrows and looking at Viktor’s flushed face, “let’s see how fast your little vents can whir.” And eases his fingers out only to add a third one, easy and slow, giving him all the time he needs, making him feel them too, entirely, at the same time.
It’s like he’s touched a button when he buries them in to the last knuckle, Viktor’s legs going taut and clamping down on his hand, his own shooting to bury themselves in his hair. His vents do whir considerably louder. Jayce smiles as he keps his ministrations going, fingers moving slowly while his tongue picks up the pace. It’s a little difficult to time himself like that, having to keep up two tempos, but he knows Viktor loses his mind for it each time, so it’s worth it. Viktor is always worth the effort.
“You gotta- Jayce, I will—” Viktor tries to speak and warn him and Jayce parts from his core unwillingly, crawling up as he keeps the rocking motion of his fingers going. Slowly, not enough to satisfy but curling them just enough to keep up the tension that makes Viktor’s thighs shake and tense up again and again.
“Already, hm?” he teases, and finally Viktor stops keeping his hands down and grabs at his shoulders, nails pricking his skin. He scowls and is about to say more when Jayce moves his hand particularly right and he ends up just throwing his head back and let out a long sigh. Jayce can see on his handsome, handsome face the way he’s trying to keep it together.
He leans over and kisses his jaw up to his cheekbones, relishing in the bead of sweat he sees roll down Viktor’s temple, symbol of the strain he can still make him feel, even half robotical and trying to hold himself as composed as he can be to not give him an easy victory.
Jayce looks at him, suddenly, and feels a little too soft inside for the moment. He’s supposed to be goating, basking in the glory of having made the Machine Herald submit, but he just sees Viktor like they used to be years ago, and the old Jayce comes back to the surface, gentle, caring.
“How you do want to come?” He asks huskily against Viktor’s ear, kissing the tip of it, feeling how hot his skin is from the blush under his lips. Viktor clearly doesn’t expect the question because he gasps and looks at him, confused. He must read in Jayce’s eyes what he’s feeling because he furrows his brows but then relaxes them and cups his face between his hands, pulling him in for a kiss that is a lot sweeter than the others.
“On your hand. Like this. Please” he whispers, chasing the feeling with his hips. Jayce nods and picks up his pace, closing his eyes as Viktor does the same, foreheads leaning against each other’s, breathing and noises mixing up in the scorching hot space between them that keeps closing, bodies flush as Viktor finally shakes and goes taut like a bowstring and groans Jayce’s name just like he used to, like he’s supposed to.
Jayce pulls his fingers free and finds out he has no strenght to do anything but lie there, holding Viktor’s body down with his weight. He feels his partner (his brain calls him like that before he can think better of it and it’s too late to stop himself then) sneak his hand down to Jayce’s trousers to ease his ache but he manages to catch his wrists.
“It’s okay, no, it’s fine” he manages to speak between heavy breaths, “Later. I just wanted to do this to you. Take care of you.”
Vikor’s hand stops and goes back to his neck and shoulders, giving a slow caress. “Careful, Defender” he says behind an half formed smile, still unsure of how he should react to what happened but evidently not opposed to it. “You’re not making any snarky remark about having made me beg. Are you going soft on me?” There’s the slightest tremble to the confident voice forming the question. Like he’s waiting for a specific answer. Like he’s afraid of the answer.
Jayce presses his face in the crook of Viktor’s neck and wraps his arms around him, pulling him impossibly close until the edges of the metal of his body are digging marks into his skin. He wants to bear them forever, if it means having Viktor this close, this warm, this soft.
“And what if I am?” He answers, without answering.
“Then” Viktor’s hands thread in his hair, pulling gently, “I might be going soft on you, too.”