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In all timelines, in all possibilities.
This was just as much a blessing as it was a curse.
There was one timeline where they managed to defeat the odds, only one where they worked it out in the end. Just one where they managed to be together.
Both whole and together.
Endless times where one or both of them died. In most of these, they died alone. Separate from one another. Jayce died in the snow with his mother; small body curled into a larger one seeking warmth and comfort. Viktor dying in Zaun, body given out ravaged by disease. So many deaths, so many ways they fell to their demise.
Cold, desolate, and almost always alone.
Endless possibilities were Viktor conquered Runeterra. These ended with just Viktor, alone. He was a vessel for the hexcore, just as gone as all the other souls but not allowed to be one with them. Just a puppet that the hexcore needed to wield.
Conscious but alone.
These worlds too a vast wasteland, these too desolate and empty.
There were so few worlds where either of them was alive or happy. One could not exist without the other, and if they did the fate was as bad as death regardless.
This one was one of the empty ones.
Runeterra had fallen to the hexcore. The battle won.
The robots had stopped moving, the hexcore sated at the moment. Pleasure was pulsating from the core.
Finally quiet in Viktor’s head. There was only Jayce before him, still mostly in his human form.
The hexcore pulsed, and settled, as awareness of the stillness settled in Viktor. For the first time since he was reborn in the hexcore, Viktor himself craving warmth. Cold settled in his heart.
The astral plane Viktor inhabited watching over the hexcore’s work as golden light melted souls together into one.
No more suffering. No more desire. No more pain.
Just nothingness.
Except for Viktor’s.
Jayce’s particular light drew Viktor in, finding Jayce’s soul as though he knew it as well as his own. It made him happy to think he might, that him and Jayce were made of the same spirit. He separated it from the others. Pulling him into consciousness in the astral plane. Horror melted into confusion as beautiful brown eyes found Viktor’s own.
“Viktor. What is happening? You must stop this, undo…” his voice cut out. His eyes glowed as the hexcore hummed again, danger making its presence known.
Anger rushed through Viktor, and Viktor did not think it was it own.
“Jayce.” Viktor’s accent heavy, tired, a sudden sadness in his tone, “This cannot be undone. The hexcore is too strong now. It has been too strong for a while. The warning I gave you…” Jaw clenched, a sudden heaviness fills his head. Viktor’s voice cut off now, a deep breath before he continued with, “Well, we are here now, let us make the best of it.”
With a wooden stiffness, Jayce nodded. Viktor chooses to ignore that it looked and felt wrong. Viktor felt his hand reach out, in both the astral plane and the one that was left in Runeterra to caress Jayce’s cheek, before pulling Jayce into a hug.
A warmth emanated from Jayce’s soul. They held each other, Jayce’s arms still so strong. Encircling Viktor as pulling him against himself. Viktor found himself missing Jayce’s smell. Metal and sweat and some kind of fancy perfume. Still, they breathe each other in, Viktor feels desire pooling inside him.
This desire too, is not entirely his own. Though in truth, he has always been in love with Jayce. Since their introduction he found him attractive, watching his brain work had him completely entangled. He had seen his own desire reflected at him on more than one occasion but always lacked on follow through.
He looks questioningly at Jayce, wondering if he too feels the push by something other than himself as well. Dread pools with his desire, feelings he thought would be no longer accessible seem to be only there for him.
“Jayce, I’m not entirely sure what is happening right now,” Viktor starts as his body moves forward of its own accord, hands working their way into the long hair Jayce had recently grown. The war had dragged on for too long.
Viktor had missed him.
Jayce had missed him too.
Viktor felt it, and it was reaffirmed when Jayce met his eyes, the deep hazel back to normal. He looked himself as he smiled and cupped Viktor’s head with his hands, pulling him in. Their lips meet, soft and sweet at first but become needy quick. Their astral bodies have no clothes, so many of Viktor’s fantasies were tame he’d never really gone beyond kissing in them. They were weightless here too, but even so Jayce held him as though to pick him up.
“Jayce, I’m so sorry,” he says when they finally separate, lips kiss bitten. Viktor’s legs tight around Jayce’s hips. “I don’t even know if you ever wanted this.”
“Viktor, it’s okay. Whatever you want, whatever you need, you can have. You can do what you like. I promise, it won’t be too much for me. I’m here. I’m with you. Given another choice, I would still choose to be with you.” Jayce’s voice is soothing, his posture relaxed as he rests his head against Viktor’s.
Viktor makes a choice as well, to believe these words, as Jayce enters him. Thin, pale arms around dark, heavy and vast shoulders. Pushing inside, as they both groan, deep and rich. Moving to breathe each other in, kissing each other deeply as Jayce pushes inside unaided, Viktor welcomes the warmth. He feels as though he’s burning from the inside out.
Truly he’d been so cold for so long, he had forgotten what warmth felt like.
Jayce’s hands encircle his waist, he’s so tiny that Jayce’s thumbs almost touch above his naval. Viktor groans with the headiness of it as they move together, a push and pull as intricate as a dance.
One only they can make together.
For a moment Viktor’s head finds Jayce’s shoulder, he leaves kisses and hickeys, marking him up to his hearts content. Viktor feels every inch inside him, as Jayce moves on hand up his chest, pulling a small nipple with his fingers as the other moves to engulf his own exposed cock.
Viktor’s back arches with the touch, now he is forced to move himself up and down on Jayce, seeking out both their pleasure as Jayce’s eyes drink him in. Leaning back, using their weightlessness as an advantage, almost as though he were putting on a show.
Viktor feels drunk with love and power, biting his own lip as they groan in unison again. He’s overwhelmed with it; the sounds Jayce makes fueling him on as he lifts himself up, leveraging against Jayce’s shoulder with his arms and he bounces back down again.
They come together, a low thrum as the hexcore shudders too, and rest against each other. Drawn close together, entwined body and soul.
“Ah Jayce, we are both puppets now. You have just been added strings more recently than me.” Viktor reflects sadly as Jayce’s eyes met his. Jayce looks at him sadly, cupping his cheek and kissing him again before his eyes pale in color and he joins the others. His consciousness a golden steam, warm and bright.
Viktor sits beside it, watching them all together.
Back in Runeterra, Viktor wondered if Jayce was cold, using what little control was granted to him, he parted the clouds, so the sun shone on Jayce.
Returning the warmth of a blanket lost long ago as the quiet settled once again into Viktor’s skin.