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Day 36
“This is…” Jayce paused, swallowing hard through the waning pleasure, throat clicking dryly as he did. Note to self: get him a glass of water before the next round of experiments. “This is retaliation for my journal… isn’t it?”
Viktor sneered as he traversed the small space to his personal desk, keeping the grin half-obscured from Jayce’s view as he reached for his own leather-bound journal where it was laid right next to Jayce’s. The plain and unremarkable facade blended in perfectly with the rest of his collection of note-taking journals, but this particular one held no ordinary research.
He’d found, in recent days, that he wasn’t so bothered by it anymore—Jayce’s book of Machine Herald notes—now that he was keeping his own. A little scientific tit-for-tat (Jayce being the tit, obviously). Jayce had his research… and Viktor had his. Granted, it was mostly still banal note taking on his augmented phallus, as he worked through some kinks in the design (pun unintended but delightful nonetheless). Namely that the biometal was so sensitive that it had caused him to lose functionality in several other systems when he climaxed. But… since there was only one test subject, it was also a journal of Jayce.
He tipped it open with an easy flick of the wrist, shuffling through scribble-marked pages until he reached a blank one.
“Nooooo,” he drawled, voice dripping sarcasm, even to his own ears. He reached for his quill, dipping it once in the inkwell before scratching a quick Trial 36 at the top. “What makes you say such a thing?”
Jayce was quiet for a moment, aside from the panting. The creak of the headboard could be heard briefly as he rearranged his bound hands.
“Cuz you’re… you’re not usually this… cruel.”
Viktor scoffed, writing the sub-line: stress test—prolonged use. “Three consecutive orgasms is cruel to you? I shudder to think what merciful looks like.”
Jayce made a noncommittal noise in his throat before he replied. “Maybe cruel isn’t the word I’m looking for. Relentless, perhaps.”
“Hm,” Viktor responded, distracted as he jotted down his thoughts while he could still remember them. “You’re familiar with stress tests, your family practically perfected the art.”
He paused, setting the journal and quill down and turning back to face his prey.. er… subject.
He would never tire of seeing Jayce like this—gloriously nude and spread out for him, bronze skin and chiseled muscle exposed and on display like a work of art strung up in a museum. That deep maroon necktie stood out in stark relief against his wrists, keeping them securely tied to the simple silver bars of the headboard. He was still twitching with aftershocks, his legs trembling and his chest rising and falling with still-heavy breaths.
Viktor grinned even wider, prowling back in on top of him—the bed frame groaning under his weight—and dragged the sharp tip of an augmented finger up Jayce’s ribcage. He preened when the action sent a litany of shivers and goosebumps traveling down all four limbs.
Viktor tilted his head slightly, analyzing his work. “One does not test a hammer building birdhouses when its purpose is to build mansions.”
A fetching rosy color came to Jayce’s cheeks when he met Viktor’s gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard… which reminded Viktor…
He pulled away, leaning over and retrieving the glass of water from the nightstand, carefully bringing it to Jayce’s kiss-bitten lips.
“Drink,” he said simply, tipping the glass up and hungrily taking in the sight of that statuesque throat as Jayce swallowed. “Can’t have you tiring on me… after all, we’re just getting started. Color?”
Jayce pulled his head away from the glass, signaling he was finished, and sank back into the mountain of pillows as Viktor replaced the glass on the nightstand. Jayce groaned pitifully, rolling his shoulders and stretching out his legs, and Viktor couldn’t resist the urge to reach down and stroke that thick, bed-warmed thigh.
“How many more do you want?” Jayce asked, shuddering at Viktor’s touch.
“As many as you can stand,” Viktor replied, barely curling his fingers and dragging the sharp tips against sensitive skin. “This experiment needs to be as true-to-life as possible, I can’t have this augment failing me under entirely plausible circumstances. And I asked you a question, pet. Color?”
Jayce closed his eyes, his tongue peeking out briefly to wet his lips as he mulled over the question.
“Chartreuse,” he said, his lips tipping into a smarmy grin.
Viktor chuckled, reaching up to playfully pinch Jayce’s nipple and warming when, instead of causing a pained yelp, it inspired a quiet moan and jerk of the hips.
“Don’t be obtuse,” Viktor barked, allowing his hand to travel up Jayce’s throat to his jaw, which he grabbed firmly, forcing his gaze. “You play coy with me at your own peril.”
Jayce took a deep, settling breath, but in his refusal to answer the question, Viktor saw a familiar man—a man who couldn’t offer an answer, because he didn’t know what was expected of him.
“How does two sound?” Viktor went on, releasing Jayce’s jaw and beginning to lightly trace his throat. “Two more. I don’t see myself putting you through more than five orgasms without substantial rest in the middle. Wouldn’t want to break my favorite toy.”
Question of the day: am I referring to my augmented phallus… or you?
“Ha ha,” Jayce deadpanned back, but his expression was hardening—preparing for the challenge. I can do this, it said.
“Do you need help?” Viktor asked, reaching for the burst nebulizer, also on the nightstand.
It had taken some coaxing, getting Jayce comfortable with using any of Viktor’s chem concoctions, especially in the bedroom. But all Viktor had needed to do was explain to him exactly how it worked—‘it’s a vasodilator, Jayce. It forces the expansion of the blood vessels for an extended period of time. In layman’s terms… it gets you hard… and helps you stay that way while I have my way with you.’
He’d of course been nervous the first time he tried it—asking for half a dose, and to not be restrained while using it. Which were all reasonable requests, so Viktor had obliged. And that was all she wrote—he grew more and more comfortable with the drug over time, which led to him agreeing to this particular experiment.
“Yes,” Jayce replied, voice small and mewling, and Viktor knew why—while Jayce had acquiesced to using the drug, he was still self-conscious about needing it. He felt insufficient.
“Oh, don’t pout,” Viktor cooed, placing a cartridge into the nebulizer. “You gave me three already without assistance, that alone is worth a commendation. And besides, I technically use it too. Mine’s just built into the augments.”
With that, he placed the nebulizer beneath Jayce’s nostrils, waiting for that little nod before firing it.
Jayce inhaled hard of the fine yellow mist, his eyes rolling slightly before his head fell back into the pillows. It usually took a minute or two to start working… but there were things Viktor could do to help it along.
So he did just that—planting the Hexclaw against the bed and shifting his weight onto it so that he could place both hands on Jayce’s sensitive waist, squeezing slightly as he leaned in and sucked at a nipple.
Jayce arched into it, his hands balling into fists within their restraints.
“You… you use this stuff… too?” Jayce asked, his breaths coming harder and harder and his hips giving aborted thrusts in the empty space between them.
“Mm,” Viktor hummed against Jayce’s chest, delivering a final lick to the hardened bud before moving to the other nipple. “In a manner of speaking. Mine is a series of electrical pulses sent from my brain. I just meant that… we all need a little help sometimes.”
He punctuated the statement by lowering his hips, settling between Jayce’s spread legs and giving him the pressure he’d been seeking. He whimpered, low and pathetic, before rocking up against Viktor’s stomach, and Viktor could feel the drug working—Jayce’s length growing harder by the second.
“Wait, so… can you just… make your boner go away? With a thought?” Jayce asked, and Viktor couldn’t help but grin.
Oh Jayce. Curiosity always getting the better of you, even in the throes of passion. But it was just as well, because it allowed him the opportunity to playfully bite at Jayce’s pec.
“Actually, yes. I can. But just like for you, it is… uncomfortable to do so without first reaching climax. Those electrical pulses remain, so it leaves me feeling… overstimulated.”
“Gods, I could have used that ability so many times in my youth,” Jayce groaned, squirming as Viktor delivered a particularly good lick to his nipple.
“Not now, though…” Viktor said, a statement more than it was a question. He grinned wider, beginning to trail a series of kisses down Jayce’s abdomen, lower and lower and lower until he was following the sharp line of a hip.
“Fuck no,” Jayce answered, breathless and a little manic as his hips bucked into the sensation. He’d always been ticklish, as sensitive as he was, and Viktor did so enjoy using that knowledge—lightly dragging the tips of his fingers down either side of that now very hard cock, to the familiar spot just behind his balls. And then, light as a Silverwing feather, he began soothing the pad of his thumb back forth, back and forth; barely pressing as he did.
Jayce keened loudly up at the ceiling, his whole body tensing and his legs squeezing at Viktor’s sides. His cock twitched where it lay—untouched and reddening against his stomach—a single bead of precum oozing from the tip.
“Hmm,” Viktor hummed with pride, hooking a finger around the shaft and pulling it upright so that he could kiss away the moisture. “Already?”
Jayce’s hips jerked under Viktor’s attentions, his thighs starting to shake again.
“I thought the… the point of this was to test your augment?!” he snapped, rolling his hips desperately as Viktor relinquished his cock once more against his stomach.
“I must achieve the ideal conditions for the experiment, Jayce, you know this; otherwise it could compromise my results. Then we’d have to start all over, and… I doubt you have another five in you.”
Jayce puzzled, pulling a face that was half offended and half conceding. “I feel like I should argue with you…”
“Ah, don’t you always,” Viktor drawled, reaching for the bottle of lubricant where he’d left it in the bedsheets. Jayce was still deliciously relaxed and open for him, after the three rounds earlier, so he didn’t need much—just enough to coat his metal length and get himself excited.
And that, too, didn’t take much, not with the way Jayce’s eyes went lidded and dark with lust as he watched Viktor stroking himself. Licking his lips like he was starving for a taste, pulling at the restraints in want to touch—his lean, mouthwatering muscles flexing beneath honey-bronze skin when he did. Viktor never tired of this view, even on the bad days—those days when their differences screamed the loudest, when their weapons roared and the insults rained without mercy. Even on those days, Viktor would find himself thinking of this, thinking of Jayce laid out and shivering for him. Of his lips spilling moans instead of battle cries, his hands gripping sheets rather than weaponry. It was frustrating and bizarre and maddening… but even when Viktor hated him, he still loved him. Jayce wasn’t made for violence, though he excelled when called upon. No, Jayce was made for cold nights in warm beds, slick skin against hot metal. He was softness incarnate, and however much Viktor tried to deny it, to cut it away and replace it with something hard and unbreakable… he still craved it, that softness.
“Such a good test subject for me,” Viktor cooed playfully, caressing Jayce’s thigh as he positioned himself—planting his knees in the bed as he took his augmented cock in hand and tipped forward. He lithely propped the Hexclaw into the bed again, allowing it to take his weight as he pressed to Jayce’s entrance.
“So willing and eager to take it all…”
Jayce let out a long, salacious moan as Viktor pushed slowly inside, his lashes fluttering and his back arching beautifully into it.
“That’s it, just a little more. You’re doing so well for me,” Viktor practically purred, pleasure shooting up his augmented spinal column as he buried himself to the root. He was well aware of how weak Jayce was for the praise, especially these days, so he fully seized the opportunity—leaning onto the Hexclaw so that he could spread both hands out on Jayce’s stomach and caress all the way up to his nipples.
“F-fuck, V…” Jayce whimpered, curling his legs around Viktor’s backside and locking his ankles. Viktor grinned, slowly beginning to pump his hips, and passing his thumbs over those peaked buds to the rhythm of his thrusts. He spared a moment to peer down between them, warmth blooming at the sight of Jayce leaking already.
“Really, Defender… already had three, and you still need more? Insatiable,” he teased, watching with hunger as Jayce’s head pressed back into the pillows and his lips fell open in ecstasy. Viktor kept on teasing his nipples, delighting in the way Jayce tensed each time his thumbs passed over them, his legs squeezing at Viktor’s sides—his nipples had always been hard wired directly to his cock; in fact, more than once Viktor had made him come just from nipple stimulation alone.
“Ready?” Viktor asked, knowing Jayce would understand what he was asking from their previous three rounds. Jayce swallowed hard, the veins beginning to show in his biceps when he tensed, and nodded.
The purpose of this experiment was twofold—one, to test the endurance of Viktor’s augment, ensuring he could use it for long periods of time without suffering any mechanical failures. But it was also to make sure he could utilize all its functions while doing so: endurance was one thing, strain was another. So, with a single thought, Viktor activated the vibrate function in his augmented cock.
It still managed to awe him, getting to see Jayce like this again—submissive and pliant and eager—after all, it was a relatively new development in their rekindled… situation. The sex had been pretty consistent for almost two years, but they hadn’t toed the line into the more intimate side of things until that night little more than a month ago. That night he had discovered Jayce’s journal and was suddenly privy to a maelstrom of telling information—that Jayce wanted more from him, but that he was frightened to speak up, frightened he would come on too strong and scare Viktor off. Which… was a valid concern, because the moment the emotion began to return to their… situation, Viktor had felt the immediate urge to violently fling himself from the window of Jayce’s apartment and flee back to the familiar clockwork walls and routine machinery of his lab in Zaun. He still felt that way on occasion, but he was working to minimize those knee-jerk reactions; Jayce was doing the work of opening back up to him, so the least he could do was attempt to return the gesture.
This was all easier said than done however, because opening himself up to Jayce had burned him severely in the past. So, he defaulted to the physical, hoping perhaps the care and delicacy he put into their nights together would start to communicate what he couldn’t.
Jayce’s reaction to the new stimulation was more muted than their previous rounds—stunted and weak—and Viktor tutted quietly with pity.
“I know… you’re tiring,” Viktor cooed, watching Jayce’s Adam’s apple as it bobbed. “But you’re doing so well, this is exactly what I need. Just a little more for me…”
He had to bite his tongue then, because he almost let slip a doting lásko; while he was working to open himself back up to Jayce emotionally… he wasn’t quite ready for that particular endearment just yet. Not for the way it rolled over his tongue as easily as icewine, and not for the way it would most certainly hit Jayce like a gunshot. So instead he let his hands wander down Jayce’s abdomen, scratching and prodding as they went and making Jayce squirm under the assault of gentle touches. And then, watching that handsome face carefully, he took that thick, reddened cock into both fists and began stroking to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuuuuck,” Jayce moaned, his muscles trying to tense, but they were so used and worn at this point that he really just began violently shaking. The headboard rattled against the wall when he did, his hands twisting against the restraints again, and Viktor simply smiled ruefully down at him.
For all that he preached about the superiority of metal, the human body did still manage to awe and surprise him, at times. It was almost exclusively Jayce’s body, and that might have been due to a few outside factors that Viktor was rather loathe to acknowledge, but the fact remained; Jayce’s strength and resolve kept finding new ways to shatter his expectations. For all intents and purposes, Viktor was designed to outlast, to push past human limitations, in all aspects: stamina, battle, injury, longevity, sex, all of it. No one should have been able to keep up.
But consistently, Jayce did.
Viktor knew the signs of his ecstasy like the pages of a familiar notebook—those golden eyes rolling back behind fluttering lashes, his breath stuttering in his lungs as he approached an impressive fourth climax of the evening. And while Viktor would have liked to tease—to drag it out and put both of them to the absolute test—he knew that Jayce couldn’t take much more. It was clear in that ragged quality of his breaths, the trembling of his hands, the shaking of his legs. So in a very rare act of mercy, Viktor caved to his pity, and gave Jayce what he needed; dropping down to peck a small kiss to Jayce’s temple as he began quickening the rhythm of his hips, twisting and tightening his fists as he did.
And still, Jayce managed to surprise him.
“Wait, wait, wait… ruin me. Ruin me, Viktor…” Jayce gasped with urgency, nuzzling his nose against Viktor’s cheek.
Something about those words, their passion and desperation… combined with the way Jayce said his name like that—breathy and needy like a prayer—had Viktor nearly coming on the spot, and he was forced to slow his thrusts to curb the thrill of it.
“You’re sure?” Viktor asked, pulling back to look Jayce in his eyes. They were owlishly wide, lust and determination making them glimmer gold in the low light, and his jaw was quivering, almost like he’d been left out in the cold. He’s close. Very close.
Jayce nodded somewhat frantically, slamming his eyes shut again on Viktor’s next thrust.
“Y-yeah. It’ll make… the next one… easier…” he whined, needing to pause with every thrust of Viktor’s hips, every stroke of his hand.
Viktor hummed with pride, lowering himself down once more to bite and kiss at that sensitive spot on Jayce’s neck.
“Look at you, planning for the challenge ahead. My good boy…”
“Don’t, V… don’t…” Jayce whimpered, his entire body beginning to tense up and his cock throbbing in Viktor’s hand. So weak for the praise.
“Oh, but you are, Jayce,” Viktor cooed, moving to whisper directly into Jayce’s ear. “My Jayce…”
“Fuckfuckfuck, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gunna…” Jayce gasped, back arching off the bed.
Quick as he could, Viktor pulled out, deactivating the vibration and abandoning Jayce’s swollen cock against his stomach. He propped his arms on the bed, watching with rabid fascination as the aborted pleasure ravaged every inch of Jayce’s body.
Jayce released a wounded sob, every muscle spasming as weak, ruined pulses of cum spurted onto his abdomen. His hips curled uselessly, his thighs violently trembling with the effort and sending his thick, denied cock pumping through the mess of cum.
“That’s it pet, that’s it,” Viktor praised him, leaning in to deliver soft kisses all over his shivering body. “Halfway there. Just a little more…”
He traveled downward again, craning his eyes up to watch for Jayce’s reaction as he pressed his tongue to Jayce’s stomach and slowly began lapping up the streaks of cum one by one. He’d never been very fond of the act, but now that he had the ability to deactivate his taste buds, he found that he was entirely indifferent… in fact, given that Jayce was immensely turned on by it, he found that he now enjoyed doing it.
Jayce keened up at the ceiling, both legs spasming against Viktor’s shoulders, and he merely smiled with satisfaction as he lapped up the last of the cum and then moved to place a gentle kiss to the head of Jayce’s likely very sensitive cock.
“Fuck! Oh gods, V… I can’t, I can’t…” Jayce whimpered, his hips giving one more pitiful thrust as the last of the aftershocks subsided.
Viktor hummed disapprovingly, trailing a path of kisses all the way down Jayce’s length and delighting each time it twitched against his lips.
“Yes you can,” he retorted, “I know you can.”
With that, he carefully took Jayce’s cock in hand and took the head into his mouth. He would be extra sensitive, having weathered a ruined orgasm, so Viktor went nice and slow—working halfway down until he met his own fist, and then easing back up. Jayce released a string of curses in his native tongue, his hands yanking at the headboard in an entirely involuntary reflex. He began tipping his hips to either side in an attempt to escape the sting of overstimulation, but Viktor took it in stride—pulling off but continuing to stroke him with a fist.
“You know what to say when you’ve had enough,” Viktor reminded him, bringing the Hexclaw down to clamp Jayce’s hips to the bed and stop his squirming. “One more, pet. Just one more. Color?”
He waited patiently for Jayce’s answer, all the while keeping up the slow and steady strokes of his cock… which was still rock hard and purpling with need. Jayce released a sob that rang with both denial and perseverance, and then, eyes slammed tightly shut, he groaned,
“Green.”
“Good,” Viktor replied with a grin, abandoning Jayce’s cock and roughly repositioning him—pulling both legs up and propping those muscular calves onto his shoulders. Jayce grunted with surprise, but followed it with a relaxed (if a little exhausted) smile as he rolled his shoulders and tipped his hips up. Viktor held his gaze, letting his grin turn lustful and mischievous as he angled his hips and once again slid his augmented cock into that delicious hole with a groan. He bit his lip as he sank easily to the root, the feedback of heat and pressure sending his brain into an immediate and dizzying haze.
There were still things he wasn’t telling Jayce about these experiments, namely the entire reason for them—the biometal flesh was still as hypersensitive as ever, he hadn’t changed that even though he’d suggested to Jayce that he was going to. No, he’d simply addressed the mishap itself; installing a series of cogs and levers which would make it impossible for the Hexclaw to fire its laser while he had an erection. Thus, avoiding the potentially harmful consequences that arose during overwhelming orgasms.
It would have been easier, simpler, and far less dangerous (after all, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t find himself in need of the Hexclaw during intimate moments) to just address the biometal’s hypersensitivity. But… he rather selfishly enjoyed being overwhelmed by Jayce. He enjoyed that loss of control, just this once, he enjoyed feeling his systems going haywire and his mind fogging over. It was like sampling being human again, but without the terrifying mortality of it all, and he supposed—as long as he was just tasting it, just dipping a toe in, as it were—that feeling human wasn’t all that bad.
And Jayce certainly never made it any easier for him—it felt like Jayce was molded just for him, the way his body swallowed Viktor up, took all he was offering and more. And those moans, those whimpers and kitten mewls that spilled from pink and swollen lips… Viktor would even hazard to call him irresistible, although he’d spent many years designing himself to resist.
To Viktor’s complete bewilderment, Jayce found the strength to begin rocking his hips with Viktor’s, despite his obvious exhaustion—his abdominal muscles quivering with the effort. So Viktor tutted with pity, replacing his hand on Jayce’s ankle with the Hexclaw and reaching to grip Jayce’s waist in both hands. He easily took Jayce’s weight, helping to rock him and relieve a bit of the strain to his muscles.
“Relax, pet,” he said, blinking languidly as the pleasure began to spread, sending small electrical pulses up his spine and into his throat. He turned his head then, delivering a particularly deep thrust that had both of them moaning, and kissed Jayce’s ankle just beneath the Hexclaw’s grip. “I’ll take it from here.”
He could feel it when Jayce completely gave himself over—the tension in his entire body releasing and sending his weight ever harder into Viktor’s hold. But Viktor took it in stride, nudging his knees up a little further beneath Jayce and pulling his waist in to meet it.
And to his delight, the action apparently set him up at just the right angle to begin teasing over Jayce’s prostate with each and every thrust; Jayce gasped, his eyes going wide with both surprise and pleasure. So Viktor locked his hips into place, ensuring he maintained the angle, and picked up the pace.
He felt it brewing immediately, that familiar pulsing heat in his loins, so he took steps to ensure Jayce followed—once again activating the vibration and reaching with his right hand for Jayce’s cock.
“Last one, my pet. You’ve earned it…” he crooned, pausing to deposit a bit more lube to Jayce’s twitching length before gripping tight and beginning to stroke.
Jayce’s spine went tight and rigid, his legs squeezing once at Viktor’s shoulders, and Viktor heard the unspoken words as if Jayce had a direct line to his brain—just like that, please, that feels so good, please please please…
But even through mercy, Viktor couldn’t resist the temptation to test him, to see just how much he could take. So, admiring every taut line of muscle beneath him with near-rapturous awe, he mentally increased the intensity of the vibration in his augmented cock.
The howl that escaped Jayce’s open mouth was almost wounded, a single violent shockwave passing through his entire body and sending the headboard crashing against the wall. Thick streams of precum immediately spilled over Viktor’s knuckles, more on every thrust, so he stilled his hand, simply holding Jayce’s cock as he moved.
It was a strange thing to call beautiful, especially considering the exclusively metal catalogue of things Viktor found beautiful these days, but it was; Jayce’s cock was beautiful. Viktor had always loved it, loved to feel it—in his mouth, in his hand, in his body. He loved how responsive Jayce was, how sensitive; even after all these years, a few good strokes done just right could have him leaking all over himself and moaning like a common pleasure house whore. And Jayce’s ecstasy had always been Viktor’s greatest aphrodisiac—just watching the way he moved, the way he writhed and strained and arched into it… it never failed to get Viktor’s motor revving. Quite literally, in fact; his thundering heart was audible, the hissing steam vents were audible, not to mention a cacophony of whirs and clicks, the origin of which he hadn’t the faintest idea. He just felt heat blossoming everywhere, making his mechanical joints feel achy and feverish.
And it was only exacerbated when the frantic words spilled from Jayce’s mouth with unbridled desperation,
“Oh gods, please Viktor, please, please, please, keep going, fuck…”
White-hot pleasure shot up Viktor’s spine, so intense that it made him throw his head back and gasp at the ceiling. His movements stuttered, but only for a moment, and then he was picking up the pace and watching as Jayce’s eyes rolled back.
“Gods, I love it when you beg,” Viktor purred, slamming into him harder and faster to punctuate the statement.
He wasn’t sure if Jayce was doing it to satiate Viktor’s craving—or if he was even aware he was doing it—but regardless, he began repeating it breathlessly with each of Viktor’s relentless thrusts,
“Please, please, please, please….”
So, mind going more muddled and lust-crazed by the second, Viktor increased the intensity of the vibration one more time.
Jayce cried out, his hips spasming so hard that the leg not held by the Hexclaw fell from Viktor’s shoulder. “Fuckfuckfuck, Viktor… Viktor, I can’t hold it, I’m gunna cum, please, please can I cum…”
But the electrical feedback from the biometal was making Viktor tense up so hard that it was locking up his jaw. So, with his last ounce of sanity, he hurried to pull out, slotting his vibrating cock up against Jayce’s, gripping both of them tightly in his non-augmented hand.
Even through the intense vibration, he could feel Jayce throbbing in his hand as he came—thick, powerful streams marking his chest in brutal wave after brutal wave. And the sound he made was almost inhuman—a single ghastly cry that quickly devolved into a series of quick, punched-out sobs.
The breathtaking sight sent Viktor crashing into his own climax—his hips slamming against Jayce’s sweat-slick thighs one final time before they locked up entirely. His whole body did—a severe shock of pleasure radiating through his augments and making his nervous system adaptor short-circuit for a moment. He was vaguely aware that he was marking Jayce’s chest with his own spend, vaguely aware that some kind of thunderous rumbling sound was emanating from deep in his chest. But he could do nothing except ride it out; waiting for the ringing in his ears to die down, for his augmented eyes to re-focus. For the heat pulsating through every vein and filament to finally relinquish him.
With a heavy sigh, Viktor pulsated his hand one final time, his hips reacting to the electrical feedback and giving one last involuntary thrust. He swallowed hard, still impressed by the sheer power of his orgasms now, and slowly began untangling himself—he used the Hexclaw to lower Jayce’s leg to the bed, then reached out to begin soothing both hands over Jayce’s chest.
He was breathing incredibly hard, almost gasping for air, and Viktor could feel the desperate shudder in his lungs beneath his hands. That nagging vice grip of worry began to constrict at Viktor’s throat in reaction; was it too much, did I hurt him? Would he even tell me if I did, or is he so desperate for me that he’s willing to push past his boundaries?
“Jayce?” Viktor cooed, leaning forward and propping the Hexclaw on the bed so that he could drag both hands up to cup Jayce’s face and force his gaze.
He was not reassured; Jayce’s eyes were glassy and dazed—glittering with unshed tears—and his jaw was quivering so badly that his teeth were chattering. His hands pulled weakly against the restraints, still shaking so hard that they rattled the metal headboard.
“You did so well, Jayce, such a good boy for me. Breathe, shhhhh, breathe; long and slow,” Viktor instructed flatly, concerned that these short, manic, hyperventilated breaths could send him spiraling into a panic attack. He’d been having more and more of those recently, the frequency enough that it had warranted an entire secondary study in Viktor’s journal; attempting to find the root cause and address it.
Jayce nodded, and although it was jerky and stunted, Viktor was reassured by the response, and he leaned in to rest their foreheads together. He closed his eyes, demonstrating the breaths Jayce should take—long, slow inhales through the nose, then pressing it out gradually through his lips.
“Listen,” he asked quietly, holding his breath for a moment so Jayce could hear it—that loud mechanical thumping of Viktor’s augmented heart as it sang in the quiet of Emberflit like a metronome.
Jayce nodded, his lips finally tipping into a weak but noticeable grin, and for the longest time they just breathed together—the silence broken only by Viktor’s raucous chorus of heartbeats. And finally Jayce closed his eyes and collapsed back hard into the pillows with an exasperated huff.
“Fuck, V…” he gasped, stretching out his still-trembling legs as Viktor reached for the slipknot he’d tied around Jayce’s wrists and pulled it. Jayce winced when he lowered his arms from the position they’d been in for well over two hours, and Viktor quickly reached to begin rubbing the blood flow back into his shoulders and biceps.
The wince turned to one of relief, and Jayce hissed in a sharp breath—rolling his shoulders into the touch—and Viktor took the brief opportunity to look him over; it was easy to forget his own strength these days, and even though he had deactivated the Hexclaw’s laser during intimacy, it was still far too easy to harm Jayce without even realizing it. And with a frown, Viktor found the proof—that honey-gold skin already turning shades of yellow and blue at Jayce’s wrists where he was bound, and at his waist and ankle where Viktor’s metal hand and the Hexclaw had been gripping him. Viktor growled angrily to himself, reaching down to caress his fingers over the purpling skin just beneath Jayce’s ribs.
“I did it again,” Viktor lamented quietly, soothing his thumb back and forth in quiet apology over what would surely be an even more impressive blemish tomorrow.
Jayce swallowed hard, confusion sinking over his handsome features before he languidly lifted his head to look down at the spot Viktor was prodding.
“Pffft,” Jayce huffed dismissively, lifting a still-trembling hand to wave Viktor off. “It’s not a successful conjugal evening with you unless I leave black and blue,” he said with a chuckle, rearranging his hips a little and testing their articulation.
Viktor grunted irritably in response.
“Funny,” he said, tone suggesting it was anything but, and pulled back to push to his feet and retrieve a wet washcloth from the adjacent bathroom. When he returned to the bed, Jayce had thrown an arm over his eyes, the rest of him sprawled out across the bed on lewd display—his heaving chest covered in ropes of cum and his beautiful cock softening between his luscious thighs.
“Jayce, I… I need you to tell me when I’m hurting you,” Viktor continued, reverently wiping the cum from Jayce’s skin with the washcloth and admiring the way his abdominal muscles twitched under the touch. “My augmented hand can easily crush bone, and as it stands, I have no way of gauging how much pressure I’m using…”
Note to self: install one?
Jayce grunted noncommittally. “To be quite honest, I didn’t realize you were…”
Viktor clicked his tongue, not entirely convinced, and moved to begin wiping the sweat from Jayce’s chest and neck. With impressive speed, Jayce’s hand caught his wrist and stopped him in his tracks, and Viktor had no choice but to meet his gaze to question why.
“What if I like it when you hurt me?” he asked, coyly biting his lip and letting his eyes wander with clear intention down Viktor’s body.
Were he closer to human, Viktor would have shuddered at the way those words made him feel, their lustful heat, but as it was, he merely felt the electrical discharge when his suppressor caught the feeling and doused it. But he still acquiesced to the statement, leaning in to deliver a long, slow, sensual kiss to Jayce’s lips.
“There is a fine line between rough… and careless,” he paused to punctuate it with another kiss, taking Jayce’s lower lip in his teeth and nipping just this side of too hard, “and I need you to tell me when I cross it. I don’t always know.”
Jayce smiled at the rare admission, and this time he was the one to lean in and kiss Viktor before speaking,
“When you do, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
Viktor was still unconvinced; after all, Jayce had said it himself in his journal—I’m terrified I’m going to drive him away—so it stood to reason that he might be afraid to set boundaries, in the fear that he would set one too many and lose Viktor entirely. But that was never what Viktor wanted, not from anyone, but most especially not from Jayce; sure, the purpose of all the augmentations was to seize back his control, his power… but it was never meant to come at the cost of overpowering others.
But it was clear Jayce was attempting to dismiss the concern, cut it off at the ankles, so Viktor surrendered, vowing to discuss it some other time, when Jayce hadn’t just been put through nearly three hours of marathon sex, and perhaps had more of his wits about him. Viktor went quiet, just soothing the rag over Jayce’s warm, sweat-dotted skin and watching as the frenzied, rapid movement of his chest began to slow.
“So?” Jayce asked after a time, his voice grating and ragged from panting. “Get what you needed?”
Viktor paused his movements, pursing his lips in puzzlement as he mulled over his answer.
Not really. All I get with each passing night with you is more questions. Every time I solve one glaring issue, two more arise… and I’m starting to fear that we’re just not compatible anymore. You’re too much for me, and… I’m too much for you. Even when we’re actively trying not to, we continue to hurt each other. And you deserve better…
But Jayce had just weathered a grueling three hours, perhaps even pushed past his limits to do so, and he also didn’t deserve to have that effort diminished.
“I did,” Viktor said with a forced smile, his gaze dragging up to meet Jayce’s. He was fairly certain Jayce could see the lie there, festering in his augmented eyes like river toxins, so he pushed forward, delivering an aggressive, passionate kiss to those plush lips in the hope that it would incinerate any thoughts of arguing.
“Viktor?”
The reaction was immediate and paralyzing—Viktor’s suppressor firing off a hefty dose of chemicals into his bloodstream to douse the instant panic that threatened to override his systems… he would know that voice anywhere.
Renata.
“Renata… that’s Renata, Jayce, you have to go. You have to go now,” Viktor barked, pulling away and leaping to his feet to begin searching through their haphazardly discarded clothes for his trousers.
“She just… lets herself in?!” Jayce asked incredulously.
“Keep your voice down,” Viktor hissed, locating his pants and rushing to slip them on. “And yes, she has a key. It’s technically her house anyway.”
“It’s fucking four o’clock in the morning…”
“She keeps odd hours, Jayce, as do I,” Viktor interrupted harshly, grabbing Jayce’s pants and underthings and tossing them blindly over his shoulder onto the bed. “Now get dressed, if she finds you here, she won’t hesitate to dismember you. Slowly.”
“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Jayce said, but soon thereafter came a cacophonous crash and a yelp of pain, and Viktor whipped around to find Jayce in a naked heap next to the bed, the nightstand tipped over next to him and spilling its contents all over the floor.
The panic turned to concern as he beheld the grimace of pain on Jayce’s face when he tried and failed a second time to get up—his legs unsteady and shaking as he stumbled and collapsed against the overturned nightstand.
“Jayce!” Viktor gasped, abandoning the pile of clothes and hurrying to his side, offering one hand to help him up and using the other on his ribcage to steady him.
Viktor sighed—Renata be damned—and simply held Jayce steady for a moment, watching closely as he wavered on his feet.
“Are you alright? Is it your ankle?” Viktor asked in a hush, eyeing the bruising where the Hexclaw had gripped him and desperately fighting off the guilt.
“Um, n-no, it’s not that,” Jayce replied, voice trembling as he willingly accepted Viktor’s aid and leaned into it. There was a flustered grin on his face, despite the predicament, and a fetching blush as well. “I’m having trouble walking for a few other reasons… five to be exact…”
Oh. Right.
Viktor couldn’t help the bashful smile, couldn’t help the heat that rose in his cheeks. But that too he fought off, shaking his head as if to shrug off the emotions like gathering condensation.
“I can hide you, then,” he said, turning to peer over his shoulder and listen for those pristine heeled footfalls as Renata traversed her way through the foyer. “The closet, or the bathroom, I don’t think she would…”
“I’m fine, V,” Jayce interrupted, and damn that charming, toothy smile for stopping Viktor in his tracks like an electric shock. Jayce’s honeyed eyes sparkled with fondness when he reached up to caress Viktor’s cheek in reassurance, his thumb following the seam where metal met skin and threatening to make Viktor shiver from the overwhelming tenderness. “I can make it. I’ll go out the back, they’ll never see me.”
“You’re… you’re sure?” Viktor asked, his ears piquing as he heard Renata enter the main lab, just outside the bedroom. “You can make it back to Piltover?”
Zaun had a predatory way of picking off the weak, and in this state, Jayce was ripe for the picking. That, and he hadn’t brought the hammer along to their little tryst, as it was far too conspicuous for a clandestine meeting such as this.
“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been underestimated,” Jayce said, almost cocky as he pulled away and hurried into his underwear and pants.
Viktor huffed, not at all convinced, but his attention was being pulled to the ever-approaching sound of his bloodthirsty baroness.
“V?”
As it always had been, that soft, gentle voice was a four-ton magnet, dragging Viktor’s attention back to Jayce seemingly against his will. “Careful now, one might start to think you were worried about me.”
In his mind, Viktor was screaming. Of course I fucking am, I always do, always have, and you know that. Stop being such a cocky, stupid, arrogant, sexy, irresistible bastard before I dismember you myself!
“Oh, just go!” Viktor hissed, sidestepping and shoving Jayce forcefully toward the back hallway which led to the rear exit of his lab.
Jayce stumbled, but luckily did not fall this time; a dopey, knowing grin plastered to that unfortunately lovely face. He yanked his shirt on as he went, grabbing his boots just before he reached the hallway and doing his best to hop into them as he walked.
“Coming, Ms. Glasc,” Viktor called, hoping the response would satisfy her and keep her from barging into the bedroom.
He paused however, just as he passed his desk, where the pair of notebooks were lying, closed and innocuous on its surface.
“Jayce!” Viktor called under his breath, and Jayce froze in the hallway and turned back, that precious little curl of his falling further onto his forehead with the force.
Viktor smiled to himself against his better judgement, grabbed the notebook, and dramatically flung it into Jayce’s stomach.
“Can’t forget that,” Jayce said merrily as he caught it, tossing Viktor a devastatingly debonair smile as he tucked it into his armpit for safekeeping.
Viktor rolled his eyes—not fond, definitely not at all fond to a nauseating degree—and watched until Jayce was fully out of sight before turning to pull open the bedroom door.
But if he’d looked a little closer, inspected a little more carefully, he would have seen the subtle ring stain on the cover of the journal lying on his desk. He would have seen the ink line across the spine where it had been spilled on by someone much less meticulous.
He would have seen that it was not his journal lying there, but Jayce’s.