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“OK, I think we’re ready! Last chance, Vik. You ready?” Raising his voice hides the anxiety beneath his words, and Jayce even feels confident enough to grin. He hopes it’s reassuring. Viktor smiles back which is a good sign, eye corners crinkling in the way that flips Jayce’s stomach, and he bites his cheeks to remain focussed on what’s important.
The experiment. Foolish, admittedly, and they’d pre-emptively locked and barricaded the lab door because Heimerdinger would not approve. Jayce isn’t even sure he approves really, but it’s not like they have a choice. Viktor’s running out of time, faster than he wants Jayce to be aware of, if the masking that ebbs away what little energy he has left is any indicator. Perhaps it would be successful - the aborted winces, the stifled gasps - if Jayce didn’t know Viktor so well. Better than his lifetime’s pursuit of the arcane, certainly. Which unfortunately means he has to accept Viktor’s determined nod and let him walk over to sit on the waiting stool.
“Have you checked the dampening parameters?” Viktor’s voice is soft, almost melodic with the wry smile at how Jayce blushes. You forget one time and never hear the end of it. He’s glad though, the indignation is a pleasant distraction from the sickening worry.
Jayce makes a show of checking, then ticks off the check with a flourish. “Dampening parameters within optimal ranges. Anything else? My wish, after all, is your command!”
Ha. Viktor’s reciprocated blush feels like sweet victory and revenge wrapped up into one. And if it backfired slightly, well, thank goodness there’s a convenient lab bench in between them. Jayce watches Viktor’s thumb rise, indicating that he’s happy to proceed, apparently none-the-wiser to his issue. A task helps, something to focus his racing mind and he does a final once over before flicking the switch. A swell of blue, all-encompassing field of magic washing over as the reversed acceleration rune activates and-
Hot. Itchy. …sore?
Jayce blinks the grit out of his eyes as he sits up slowly. Nothing feels broken, which is a relief, but he’s well aware that doesn’t mean everything is alright. The ringing in his ears is painful, but it pales in comparison to the other, more bizarre and far more pressing issue.
He’s horny. Hornier than he’s ever been in his life. It burns through his skin, his entire body. It’s like he’s a teenager again, pawing desperately at the new sensation. But worse, somehow. Teenage need was easily satisfied, not like the thirst coursing through his cells that felt insatiable. Furious, fiery and… focused.
Viktor.
Jayce can smell him. The scent of clean laundry, old books and sweet milk permeates the room, heady and intoxicating and it makes everything worse. Every breath, every inhale fills his nose with Viktor. Jayce needs him. Not just his scent. Viktor. Needs his hands, his waist, his everything.
Jayce can taste him now, that scent clinging to his tongue. He shakes his head, rubs at his eyes, but it doesn’t stop. His brain seems incapable of thinking about anything else. Hextech, magic, the Council; it all leaks out of his mind like oil. Even when he tries to focus on his racing heartbeat, its pulse pounding between his ears, it’s not enough to drown out the single name taking up the majority of his brain.
Exhaling is no use. Viktor remains in his lungs, the scent thick and cloying. It’s too much, everything is too much. Every sound is amplified: echoing machinery, chemical reactions and fabric on stone assaulting his ears.
Fabric. Viktor. The experiment.
Shit.
The feeling doesn’t stop. Getting up from being spread-eagled on the floor is an interesting process. It should be impossible, his body screaming that it can’t. Not when magic fizzles under his skin and a warmth is spreading through his body. Even though the lab is cold, his blood is on fire, and it hurts.
Somehow, keeping Viktor in his thoughts, knowing that’s what the movement is for, makes it possible. Not like it’s hard, he’s always been one-track minded when it comes to his partner. The whispers of his rational mind tell him to seek help. His instincts scream, and they drag him towards Viktor.
Jayce crawls, stumbles, lurches over to where he knows his partner should be. Nothing else matters.
Viktor is… Well. He looks exactly how Jayce feels right now. Hot, not just in the usual way, and bothered.
"Jaaayyce?" The rasping of his voice fighting out of his throat is painful and Jayce’s chest tightens with sympathy. Something else tightens too.
“V! Are, are you alright?” he asks, rushing over to help Viktor to his feet. Breathing is painful now and is partner won’t look at him. “Something’s gone wrong, I… I don’t know what’s happened but I feel so weird, I-”
“Jaaayyyyce,” Viktor sobs, and Jayce bends down to fuss in a panic, the awful fire doused marginally by his concern. His partner’s face is pale and shining, but red flushes across the skin in a blot when their eyes meet. It’s almost a tragedy, that Viktor’s pupils are so dilated that the amber is barely a sliver around the edges. The tip of his tongue peeking through those lips more than makes up for the loss, however, as the tip of a singular canine starts worrying the delicate skin. “Help me… please?”
Viktor’s eyes flit away from his and Jayce works out what he’s getting at: his trousers, forcefully shoved down but still pretty much in the same position. Caught on the brace. The House Talis branded brace that Jayce custom made. And suddenly everything becomes clear.
Jayce can’t hide how it makes his chest puff out with pride. “Stay still Vik, don’t worry, I’m here now. Let’s get you out of these, huh.” The gentleness in his tone feels forced but Viktor is so under the influence, so to speak, that he doubts he picks up on it. Disassembling the metal is straightforward enough. Even if he hadn’t made it personally, the brace is Viktor and no one else knows the man better.
Once the final piece is placed on the ground, and there’s just a couple layers of clothing between them, the bizarre sensation returns with a vengeance and Jayce has to close his eyes for a second. It’s confusing, his feelings from before magnified tenfold. What he’s previously dismissed as a fascination, perhaps even admiration, for Viktor’s mind: his intellect, ideas and even his stunning personality that complemented rather than merely fit his own, has become something entirely different. Something raw, animalistic, and hungry. Jayce opens his eyes to tell Viktor he needs to leave. To escape this new confusing torment where idle fantasies have mutated into a need to ravish his partner.
“Jayce, I-” Viktor’s face is pale save for a few feverish spots decorating his cheek bones. The lab is brightly lit, yet his partner’s eyes are still fully dilated. It takes everything Jayce has to pause and wait for the man to continue. To not act on the fact that his eyes are somehow now able to see Viktor’s moles in a stunning clarity. “I… I… I think I need some help. I feel… strange. It, eh, sounds so stupid but I…”
The sensation of lips pressing against his own is so sudden, it shatters his musings and dilemma and makes him gasp in surprise. Viktor takes advantage of the increased access, pushing forward so their positions are reversed, so it’s him leaning over Jayce. The man doesn’t stop his bruising exploration for a second, even when he’s shifting onto Jayce’s lap, straddling him for greater purchase and stability. For a moment Jayce just lets it happen, so relieved that the decision was taken out of his hands. He leans back and allows Viktor to take what he wants, only taking initiative by adjusting the man’s bad leg so it’s stretched out in front of him and settling him so Jayce’s lap is taking more of his weight. Viktor moans into his mouth when the pressure is relieved, and then his exploration of Jayce’s mouth continues. Jayce feels a tongue, delicate and precise, map the skin, teeth, and then the tongue. Every movement is punctuated by a moan that sends ripples of goosebumps down his body; his hands grasping his partner’s waist isn’t enough to stopping the slow rutting against his rapidly swelling cock.
“Oh… I! Ah-” Jayce feels his mouth gape like a fish, both his brain, his body and his… heart? fighting for the use of his mouth. Initially his brain wins out, the need to ‘Help Viktor’ and ‘Solve the Problem’ temporarily subduing his body’s urge to fuck his partner senseless. The problem, however, comes when his heart steps in. It whispers insidious thoughts that Viktor is his partner, and that he doesn’t need to seek medical help, or at least something suitable for Viktor to use in the meantime. It supports his body’s arguments, urging him to solve their identical problems, punishing his stray thought of getting someone else by tightening hard enough to steal his breath for a mome-
Jayce can feel the sweat pooling on his body. His hands hunger for more and he touches and he pulls and tugs whatever part of Viktor is closest. Even the air starts to hum as a deeper need starts to growl within him.
The pressure builds. An underlying thrum becomes a buzzing when Viktor’s tongue starts massaging his own. It becomes deafening when a desperate rut against his groin has Viktor crashing into him, their teeth clicking together from the impact. System capacity is reached when Viktor sucks Jayce’s bottom lip into his own mouth, and it’s maintained in an uneasy equilibrium for a moment, the pressure so overwhelming that his world is reduced to mere sensation.
Viktor bites the lip drawn into his mouth. Hard. System overload.
The pressure must escape somehow and Jayce surges forward, reversing their positions. Much better.
He’d feel guilty, even though his only conscious thought was to move his hands across to protect Viktor’s spine from the impact of their crash into the floor, but the mewl the man makes… Jayce could listen to it on repeat for a lifetime and still never get bored of the sound, would never find another as sweet.
With the change of position, and the power of gravity on his side, Jayce turns the tables on the battle waging between their tongues. He discovers, he plunders and he conquers. He sucks Viktor’s tongue into his own as hostage and delights at how it makes the man melt in his arms. How it makes breathy gasps and pleads pour out in a torrent, only to be silenced by the crushing pressure of his own lips.
It’s only when he finds himself pushing down his own trousers that he remembers there’s something quite crucial he should probably mention. “Viktor, I…” Wide eyes gaze up at him, swollen lips pout at the loss of contact. “I have something I need to tell you, before we continue, I guess.”
Viktor’s eyes narrow slightly, but the spots of red on his cheeks start to diffuse and he breaks eye contact for just a moment. “I, ah, have something to confess too… Jayce. I, eh, wasn’t born as a man, it is… something I chose for myself later. If you know what I mean?”
A stabbing pain jolts Jayce’s stomach, shame and feelings of inadequacy and incompetence burn through him, but he forces himself to continue. “Right, yeah. Well, um, that’s the problem, I’ve never… uh, been with a man before. Never wanted to, I don’t think, until I met you. Sorry, I’m… sorry. I might not be the best.”
The laughter that peals out of Viktor’s mouth is yet another blow to his ego, his fears of not being perfect for his partner or at least being able to help give him what he needs, and he closes his eyes in shame. The sound stops abruptly when some part of his feelings must’ve made their way to his face. Hands make their way to cradle his face, a thumb tracing circles against his cheek and he finds the will to face their owner.
Viktor’s eyes are softened but there’s a wry grin on his lips. The moment of calm seems to have cost him what little strength he has left because Jayce blinks and Viktor gasping, and his hands follow the man’s back as it arches off the floor. “Jayce please! I need, ah!”
Jayce can’t remember a time where he’s removed his trousers faster and yet it still seems to take an age with how eager he is for what awaits. Viktor’s own trousers and boxers come off easily without the brace but even with the need burning through him, he can’t help but pause and drink in the sight before him. The swollen dick straining against its cover, the glistening folds protecting the weeping slit; it was enough to make his mouth water in suit.
The prize he seeks is hidden, and he debates flipping Viktor over to make it more accessible. He wants to see Viktor’s face though, wants to treasure the memory of Viktor’s pleasure forever so he uses the last of his willpower to stagger over to the lab’s couch and grab as many pillows as he can carry. The coconut oil kept in his desk for hairstyling is nabbed too, though it means he has to crawl back to where Viktor lies waiting.
Jayce’s brain is a mess, his body an entity of pure need. Something inside of him has taken hold and it itches. It writhes furiously every second longer it’s denied. The preparation passes by in a blur. It doesn’t really feel like it’s Jayce doing them, more like whatever’s taken hold of him respecting his final wish of pleasure for his partner.
And then it happens. They’re ready. Jayce doesn’t even need to give himself a final cursory stroke. In fact, he’s certain that doing so would feel like torture, yet another delay from accessing the one thing he can feel in his soul with soothe the fever itching under his skin. Viktor seems to agree, his good leg wrapping around Jayce’s back, his whine so hoarse he’d worry the man was dying. Never one to refuse his partner, Jayce lines the tip of his cock to the waiting entrance and started to press in.
Viktor gasps when Jayce manages to stretch the loosened ring muscle until his glans pop through, and Jayce has to breathe deeply to avoid cumming on the spot. Inside his partner’s walls is as hot as the lust burning through his own body and he needs to be careful to make sure Viktor remains unbroken and pleasured. He starts slow, shallow thrusts that deepen every time, and with every inch gained he starts to get his mind back. Jayce had insisted on four fingers worth of stretching for preparation, despite Viktor’s crying protests, his begging to just get on with it, and he’s grateful.
There are many things in his life Jayce is happy to be proud about: his theories, his work, his Hextech. All required effort to obtain, were testament to his intellect and perseverance. In contrast, being proud of the size of his cock seems ridiculous. It didn’t require any work on his part, just a happenstance of biology. But whilst he’s not proud of its length and girth, he is very well-aware of it.
Viktor too seems aware of the size, his gasps echoing across the high walls of their lab, but doesn’t seem to care. It’s up to Jayce, whose restraint is hanging by a single thread to make sure it remains just a one inch increase each thrust because Viktor whines every time he pulls out before bottoming out.
The thread snaps the moment Viktor’s hands grasp his ass and digs his nails into the skin in an attempt to stop Jayce leaving him. It works.
Jayce’s next thrust is a slam that knocks the air out of both their lungs, punctuated by the sensation of his balls slapping against Viktor’s ass. Pulling out straight away is impossible, not when he'd sheathed in something that feels like it was made for him personally. So instead, he rolls his hips, grinding into Viktor who spasms around him. It’s too much all at once, but that doesn’t stop him pulling back to escape the torturous pleasure, only to slam straight back in, hard enough to shift Viktor’s position on the floor.
And so it goes. Driving in again and again. Skin slapping harmonises with moans and then gasps and then cries. Viktor gives as good as he gets, grinding back on Jayce’s cock and clenching every time he withdraws to try and stop him leaving. Wet, so wet. Drips onto his cock, pools on his forehead, brims in his eyes. Jayce devours it all. Kisses away the tears that spill, laps at the salty-sweet sweat soaking those beautiful brown waves, scoops up some of the fluid to make pressing him thumb into the cock trying to stab through his stomach a bit easier. They’re both too hot still, no need to add a friction burn into the mix.
Neither of them hold out for long the first time. Or the second, or even the third. Each time the spurt of Viktor’s release pours onto Jayce’s cock and makes their next attempt even easier, even more pleasurable for Jayce to slide into those buttery walls.
“Viktor, I…” The heat within him had subsided a little with every orgasm, so he was just burning now, rather than burning alive. Embarrassment of what Jayce knew was coming threatened to undo that relief and send him hurtling back into the flames. “Viktor, I have a… problem. I need to, um, piss. Now.”
Pulling out of the hole that gripped him like a vice hurt, but not as much as the pressure simmering in his bladder. Similar to whatever madness has overtaken him, both dizzying agony and torturous pleasure. He manages to get about halfway out before the next wave hits and then he’s thrusting straight back in, and Viktor hands are clawing his back.
“Do it, Jayce. Don’t leave me. Just let go and claim me. I’m already yours… yours… yours…”
It’s hurried, it’s humiliating, it’s… hot? It’s just another type of fluid that fills Viktor to his core and allows Jayce to mark, no, own his partner. At least as much as the claim the other man has on his heart. And all the while he keeps fucking into Viktor’s perfect ass, punching up into his guts to rearrange them in his image. Jayce carves him out from the inside, and cums for the fourth time that day thinking about whether he could find a way to make that permanent. A plug perhaps. He’ll have to ask at some point, preferably when his brain isn’t melted into soup and his skin doesn’t have magic arcing through the layers.
The lab is dark and Jayce has lost count of how many times he and Viktor have climaxed together, yet alone individually. Thrusting is more of an afterthought now, something he’s aware his hips are doing of their own accord in the background. He’s got more important things to concentrate on. Like watching Viktor’s face as it flits between sensations.
Fog still clouds his brain but it’s thinning and the boiling of his blood from every orgasm evaporates it further. He hopes the same is happening for his partner, although the change in the man’s facial expression suggests that might not be a good thing. Drool is still dripping from his mouth but now Viktor’s throat is contracting violently with an ominous gurgle. The sheen of sweat could be the final vestiges of their passion but the trembling of his body and the fluttering of his eyes suggest that something’s gone terribly wrong.
“Vik, hey? Are you, ah, doing alright?” It takes a while for the man to piece together the words, his brows furrowing in confusion, and Jayce feels his stomach roll when the skin turns an even ghastlier shade of green. “Hang on a sec, let me pull out. You’re, uh, not looking so ho-”
It’s pure instinct as Jayce grabs his partner by the shoulders, clutching him to his chest and leaning back so the torrent of fluid splatters behind him. Small droplets rain down his back, but they don’t scald his skin so he’s pretty confident it’s just drool. Not that it matters, his only concern is that his partner is alright and the fact that he’s not lying down and choking on his vomit is a major win. It’s hard with Viktor’s chin hooked over the back of his shoulder but Jayce strains his neck so he can kiss and whisper sweet encouragement into the man’s ear.
Jayce has no idea how long exactly they’ve been stuck here, but it sounds watery as Viktor sprays the floor behind him, so it’s probably been at least a couple of hours since lunch, the plopping noises of anything more substantial few and far between. He hopes the thin consistent is helping it pass up and out, and he tries to help further by rubbing and patting the lurching back in his arms. It’s a somewhat effective distraction from how each retch causes Viktor to convulse around his cock but there’s no hiding that his shaft is once more starting to swell.
At first Jayce tries to ignore it, worried that any jostling would make the already awful situation even worse for his quivering partner but the strain from his core muscles tensing to hold the leaning back position just makes it worse. He’s trembling too now, and it seems like every drop of blood has surged forward into his groin. When the instinct to start moving hits, the guilt is too much and his hands drift down and start to pull upwards.
“No! Wait, please!” Viktor begs and Jayce freezes. Ragged breathing warms his back, the occasional hiccup sending heavy warm bursts that prickle his skin. “It’s just… eh, it’s helping, I think. Less… space… hurts less. Maybe if you… no. No, I’m sorry Jayce. Of course you need to pull out, I’m, eh, disgusting… right now.”
“Hey hey, none of that!” Jayce whispers after a kiss to the man’s sweaty temple. “Maybe if I what?”
Sniffles against his shoulder proceed the sobs, but before Jayce can do anything Viktor manages to force out his proposition. “It hurts, and I’m too tired to get it out. Could… could you, perhaps, help me, eh, ride it out?”
Jayce answers by rocking them back and forth, snapping his hips up with every movement and recommences the whispering when the sound of rumbling, then trickling indicates success. “You’re beautiful, Viktor. Don’t you dare call yourself disgusting again. Well done, sweetheart. Just let it all out. Fuck, you feel so good- I’ve got you, don’t worry. You’ll feel better when it’s all out, I promise. That’s it, good boy...”
It takes longer than Jayce would’ve thought, and his tone became more apologetic as the pain continued to lace through his partner’s gasps and sobs. After a moment of quiet, he moved back to try and remove his partner of his aching, throbbing seat, his own pleasure an afterthought to his concern. A whine froze him once more, but Viktor seemed unable to use his words. Luckily, the pleasure ramping up in the man’s gasps was pretty self-explanatory.
“One more, huh?” Jayce chuckled, face aching from the force of his grin at the sniffled accent nodded into the crook of his neck. Their last orgasm of the day is less a storm and more the final waves of high tide. Slow, soft and salty from the tears they both shed when the magic finally dissipates, the sparks finally fizzling out and leaving them both boneless.
Awareness comes to Jayce first, which makes sense given that the experiment-
The experiment!
Curiosity gives him the strength to get up, though he realises pretty swiftly that there’s little he can observe with Viktor glassy-eyed and listless in his arms. Instead, he seizes the opportunity to care for the man without him able to insist that it’s unnecessary and he’s perfectly capable of caring for himself.
After wiping himself down with copious sheets of damp blue-roll, Jayce returns the favour, trying not to wince at the many globs of their combined slick he mops away. The piss long cooled on the tile is left for the morning. He’ll have to a get a mop for that and the vomit, and at this moment in time he’s unashamed to say he can’t be fucked with any of it. Viktor’s face is next and it pulls at his heart at how sweet his partner is under his care, even when lacking full awareness. The corners of his mouth twitch into an almost-smile when the warm cloth wipes away the strands of slick slowly drying on his chin, and he practically purrs when Jayce runs his fingers through sweaty strands to liberate them from where they’ve been plastered to his scalp. His heart practically melts when Viktor nuzzles into the hand that cups his face so Jayce can wipe away the long-dried tear tracks sparkling down his cheeks.
Their Academy uniforms are ruined so Jayce doesn’t even bother trying to salvage the mess of fabric they’ve left. Instead he simply kicks the scraps of cloth over the pile as another thing to sort out in the morning. It’s a bit too cold to be comfortably naked in their lab, but he’s always run hot and that seems to keep Viktor from shivering whilst he’s carrying him round. It’s only when they have to separate, when Jayce has to set him on a stool by the sink to brush his teeth using the ‘emergency all-nighter’ toothbrush, do the goosebumps blossom over the other man’s skin, so Jayce makes sure he’s quick.
They’ll have a lot to talk about in the morning: what they ‘are’ now being the main one. Jayce has no doubt what the outcome of that conversation will be, but still, he can’t wait to see Viktor’s lovely blush as he stammers out a yes when he asks whether the man wants to be his boyfriend. The sex too, should probably have its own debrief, as well as… everything that followed.
Most importantly, there’s the reason this all happened to discuss. As Jayce tucks Viktor back into his arms once he’s carried them over to the lab’s couch, he’s certain his partner’s breathing sounds better. There’s none of that nail-biting rattling in every inhale, and he’s not coughed the entire afternoon. He knows better to get his hopes up though, so contents himself to nuzzle his face into the man’s neck, his lungs craving Viktor’s scent more than oxygen. Still, as he finally lets himself succumb to the fatigue that’s clawing at his brain, that’s already claimed his partner, he can’t help but smile. Jayce isn’t sure how he knows, but he does. Hextech worked. It saved Viktor, and they’ll have all the time in the world. Nothing can stop them now.