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The cobblestone streets of Piltover gleamed under the midday sun, reflecting a pattern of colorful banners that danced in the gentle breeze. Among the bustling throng of scholars and artisans, Jayce padded along the way, his coat billowing slightly as he moved. His eyes scanned the crowded marketplace, searching.
"Looking for something in particular?" There's a firm tap on his shoulder.
"Janna!" Jayce jumps back, fumbling his hammer dropping it on his toe. "Ow-! What's with the ninja act?" He glares at Viktor.
Viktor's faceplate gleams in the sunlight.
"Couldn't resist the opportunity to catch you off guard, Jayce." Viktor bends over, the hexclaw grips Jayce by the scruff. "Believe it or not, I need your help."
Jayce squinted, the pain in his toe forgotten. "What do you want from me?"
Viktor released him, his metal grip cold on Jayce's neck. "You know I don't ask for help often, but this is urgent." He straightened his cloak, "But you are really the only person I can trust with this."
Jayce rubbed his throat, skepticism etched in his gaze. "Trust? After what happened with the crystal?"
"Yes, even after that," Viktor's voice was a cold, metallic echo. "You're the only one who can understand." He sighs.
Jayce eyed him warily, "Alright, spill it."
"I have had several.. faults. With my augmentations." Viktor begins.
Jayce's gaze sharpens. "Faults?"
Viktor nods solemnly. "Unforeseen side effects. The very emotions I sought to eradicate, they linger, twisting within me."
Jayce crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing. "What kind of side effects?"
"Well," He lifts his cloak, pulling it to the side.
Viktor's seen better days. Metal plates are peeling, wires are barely exposed, peeking through the cracks of melted and dented armor. Once gleaming chrome is now a patchwork of rust and grime. His flesh is no better, his chest heaves, and there's a clear struggle behind the way it does so. Jayce stares in shock.
"You've gone too far," Jayce whispers. "What have you done to yourself?"
"The price of progress is sometimes paid in flesh," Viktor says with a shrug, his voice strained. "But fear not, my dear Jayce. This is not a tale of regret. Merely an acknowledgment that even the most meticulous calculations can have unintended variables." He shrugs. "I need access to the lab. Your lab."
Jayce stares at him for a moment, his mind racing. "My lab? What could you possibly need there?"
Viktor's gaze pierces him, a hint of desperation seeping through his stoic exterior. "You're the leading scientist in hextech, Jayce. Your resources are unmatched. I need to understand what's happening to me, and perhaps reverse some of the damage."
"You want to fix yourself?"
Viktor nods, his mechanical arm whirring slightly with the movement. "Precisely. And I believe your research on hextech fusion might hold the key."
Jayce's expression is a mix of disbelief and concern. "Viktor, I can't just give you free reign over my lab. What if you go rogue again?"
"You don't know that I won't." He hums through the modulator.
"But I know that I can't take that risk," Jayce says, his voice firm. "I'm sorry, but the lab's off-limits."
"You'd deny me this, after everything we've been through?"
Viktor's question hung in the air. The crowd around them bustled on, oblivious to the drama unfolding between them. Jayce's gaze didn't waver from the man before him, the man he had once been so close to, yet now felt so far away from.
"Viktor," Jayce began, his voice measured and calm, "What we had is in the past. And what you've become? This obsession with augmentation and stripping humanity from our kind? It's not the path I choose to walk."
"You're a fool, Jayce, clinging to your primitive ideals. The future is inexorable. One day, you will see the truth in my vision." He raised his hexclaw, "I'll show you what I've become!" Jayce heard the telltale sound of the hexclaw powering up, and barely ducked his head before a beam of light ran past his cheek.
The crowd scattered, screams echoing through the alley. Jayce's eyes narrowed. "This isn't the time or place for this!" he warned, his voice heavy.
"You won't listen to me!" Viktor seethed, lunging at Jayce with a renewed fury. His hexclaw blazed with energy, sending sparks flying as it smashed into the cobblestones. "You're too blinded by your emotional attachment to a flawed existence!"
Jayce's eyes flashed with anger. He'd had enough of Viktor's fanaticism. "I'd rather be flawed and alive than a heartless machine!" He countered, adrenaline pumping through his veins. His hand tightened around the shaft of his hammer, the metal warming to his touch. He knew he had to end this confrontation, but not like this.
"This isn't the end, Jayce," Viktor spat. "I will show you the error of your ways, and then you'll beg for my salvation!"
Jayce's response was swift. With a roar of defiance, he swung his hammer at Viktor with all his might. The air around them crackled with energy as the hammer's electrical field flared to life, sending a shockwave that pushed back the surrounding onlookers. The hammerhead smacked into the cobblestones with a thunderous boom, and a spider web of cracks shot outwards, Viktor screamed.
Viktor staggered back, his body convulsing as the electrical current surged through his metal limbs. The hexclaw spasmed and released a wild burst of energy that sizzled into the air, off into nothing; And for a brief moment, Jayce saw the cracks in his armor widen, revealing the damaged flesh beneath, splitting apart and bleeding.
Not here. Not like this.
Jayce dropped his hammer. And he swooped in to catch Viktor before he could fall, cradling him in his arms.
"What the fuck have you done to yourself?"
Viktor coughed, his eyes fluttering open. "You...you stopped."
"I'm not going to fight you in the middle of the street," Jayce said, his voice gruff with emotion. He set Viktor down carefully. "..You need my help."
Viktor nodded, his mechanical heart pounding in his chest. "I do." He coughed again, a wheezing sound escaping his throat.
Jayce's eyes searched the street for any sign of danger. "Can you walk?"
Viktor nodded, his mechanical joints groaning as he pushed himself off the ground. Jayce offered a hand, which Viktor took with a hint of reluctance. They moved quickly, weaving through the panicking crowd, Jayce's mind racing. He knew he couldn't take Viktor to his lab, not with the current state of things; But he knew he had no choice.
"Where are we going?" Viktor asked, his voice strained as they hurried through the back alleys of Piltover.
"Somewhere safe," Jayce grunted, his muscles tense as he supported Viktor's weight.
Once at the lab, Jayce laid Viktor down on a medical table, the latter's breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room was cluttered with various hextech inventions and blueprints scattered haphazardly across workstations, but the atmosphere was charged. Jayce's eyes scanned the room, looking for anything that might help him understand what had gone wrong with Viktor's augmentations.
"Jayce," Viktor managed to croak, "..The pain...it's...it's unbearable."
Jayce's eyes searched the lab, spotting a medical bay tucked away in the corner. He practically sprinted over, his heart racing. "Hold on," he murmured, his voice tight with concern. "We need to get you out of this armor. It's causing more damage than good."
With surprising gentleness, Jayce began to peel back the layers of steel and wire from Viktor's body, revealing the patchwork of flesh and metal beneath. The room was filled with the sound of clanking metal and strained breaths as Jayce worked to expose the most troubling areas. Planes of circuitry are revealed, pulsing with a sickly blue light that mirrored the pain etched into Viktor's body language.
"Your augmentations are... They're rejecting you," Jayce murmured, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Hextech is interfering with your nervous system. It's... It's tearing you apart from the inside."
Viktor's eyes squeezed shut. "It's a price I'm willing to pay.. for progress."
Jayce said firmly. "I can help you fix this."
He turned to a nearby workstation and began gathering tools, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to compose himself. The sight of Viktor, broken and in pain, stirred up emotions Jayce had long buried. Memories of their shared past flood his mind, the passionate debates over the ethical lines of science, the stolen kisses in the dim glow of their workshop, the warmth of their shared dreams. It hurts. A lot of things hurt right now.
Viktor watches him. "Why are you doing this?” His gaze is unwavering as it stays on Jayce. "You know what I stand for."
"Because you're still human, Viktor," Jayce replied without looking up from his work. "And I care about you, regardless of our differences."
"Jayce... I didn't think... I didn't know you felt that way."
The room was silent, save for the hiss of a laser cutter slicing through the toughened steel of Viktor's armor. Jayce's eyes remained focused on his task, not daring to meet the gaze of the man he once loved. He gently assists Viktor in removing the last of the plating that could be removed, revealing more webs of scars and shimmering circuits, infected pockets.
Jayce took his time with cleaning Viktor. He hadn't done this kind of thing for him in ages, after all. He used a soft, damp rag to wipe away the grime and sweat that had accumulated on the exposed metal plates. Viktor watched him under his faceplate, the amber glow unwavering.
"I know," Jayce said, his voice a gentle murmur. "I never stopped caring." He set aside the rag and picked up a diagnostic scanner, the light glinting off the chrome. "But that doesn't mean I can't help you, even if I disagree with your methods."
The scanner beeped rhythmically as it passed over the intricate patterns of metal and flesh. Jayce's eyes narrowed as he studied the readings, his mind racing to piece together a solution. The hextech has grown almost organically into Viktor's body, it seems that every time it was rejected, it had only integrated itself further, with his flesh.
"You can't remove it all," Jayce said, his voice low. "It's become a part of you, for better or worse."
Viktor nodded, his breathing shallower than ever. "But you can control it. That's what your fusion research is about, right?"
Jayce nodded, his gaze flickering over the readings. "I can try to stabilize it. But reversing the process... that's another story." He turned to a series of drawers and pulled out a handful of hextech crystals, each one pulsing with energy. "These are some of the purest I've ever worked with," he said, turning to face Viktor. "They should be able to resonate with your augmentations and calm them down."
"Do it," he said, "I trust you."
Jayce's hands paused over the crystals. The weight of that statement hit him like a ton of bricks. Trust. Something that had been shattered between them a long time ago. With a deep breath, he nodded, placing the crystals carefully onto the metal frame of the medical bay.
Jayce realized, fairly quickly, that he'd been tasked with helping Viktor rebuild half of his body. And as the hours dragged on, the gravity of the situation began to sink in. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, but this was something else entirely. This was personal. He was staring into the face of a man he had once loved, and who had once loved him, and now he was fixing him.
And Viktor looks good. Viktor always looks good. Jayce can't help but admire the sheen of the metal and the precision of the engineering. Even though it's the cause of all this mess. His shoulders are still broad, his skin is still that perfect shade of olive. Still..
"Jayce."
The sound of his name snapped Jayce back to reality, and he met Viktor's gaze; the amber light reflected in the other man's mechanical eyes, casting an eerie glow over his sweat-slicked skin.
"You're staring." Viktor informs him.
Jayce flushed, "Sorry," he murmurs, focusing back on his task; rewiring Viktor. "Just... admiring your craftsmanship."
Viktor's mechanical jaw ticks. "It's not just craftsmanship, Jayce. It's science. The pursuit of perfection."
Jayce doesn't push. Not right now.
He sighs, and pulls on one of the dark blue wires, trying to unstick it from where it’s jammed between a bolt and a gear.
"A-Ah!" Viktor's back arches, the sudden jolt of pleasure making him hiss through gritted teeth as Jayce rolls the wires through his fingers. The crystals light up, pulsing in sync with the beeping of the medical bay's monitors.
Jayce's eyes widen and he jerks back, the wire he was holding smoking slightly.
"What was that?"
Viktor's breathing is ragged, his pupils dilated under his mask. "A... side effect," he says, voice strained. "The crystals... they're reacting to the electrical currents in my system."
Jayce swallows, about to speak, his gaze sliding down, over Viktor's lap. Has he been naked this whole time? And Jayce was just.. fine with it?
Viktor's wet. Jayce takes a deep breath.
"Your body is responding to the crystals' energy," Jayce says, his voice steady despite the sudden rush of heat to his cock. "It's not uncommon for hextech to have unintended effects on the nervous system." He can feel his hands shaking, and he accidentally pulls on the wire again.
Viktor's body jolts, a sound that's a cross between a gasp and a moan escaping his lips. "Jayce," he says, his voice strained. "You're not... supposed to do that." His hands grip the mattress stiffly. "Y–..ah."
"I know," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't help it." He licks his lips, his gaze dropping to the gleaming metal and pulsing flesh before him. "You're... you're still so beautiful." His free hand slides down the front of Viktor's chest, tracing the skin, before slipping over Viktor's navel.
Viktor's eyes close briefly, his breath hitching as Jayce's warm, human touch sends a jolt of sensation through his body. "I'm not the same person."
"I know." Jayce admits, before he sinks two of his fingers inside of Viktor's wet cunt.
The room goes quiet, save for the sound of the machines and their ragged breathing. Jayce watches as Viktor's body responds to his touch, the crystals on the metal frame pulsing in time with each thrust of his fingers. It's a mesmerizing sight—the blend of technology and humanity. Viktor's pussy stretches just like it used to, his fingers curling and hitting just the right spots. The sensation is overwhelming, and Viktor's mechanical parts seem to quiver with every movement.
"wai..." he whispers, his voice trailing off as Jayce's thumb brushes against his clit.
"Does this still work?" Jayce asks, his thumb circling the sensitive nub.
Viktor's eyes snap open, the pupils dilating even further. "Yes," he says, his voice strained. "But it's different now. More intense." His hips buck upward slightly.
Jayce nods, his gaze never leaving the other man's face. He increases his pace, "I can adjust the crystal's output," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "Make it more tolerable."
Viktor's breath hitches. "No," he says, his voice strained. "It's... it's fine." He leans back into the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut. "I want to feel it all."
Jayce's hand stills for a moment, the wire he's been working on forgotten. His thumb slows its circles around Viktor's clit, and he watches Viktor's reaction closely. Viktor's chest is rising and falling rapidly, his body trembling with every touch. Jayce's own cock is straining against his pants, desperate for release. The air in the lab is thick, the only sound is the rhythmic pulse of the machines surrounding them.
Jayce moves to pull his hand back.
"No,
don't
," Viktor begs, his eyes snapping open. He grabs Jayce's wrist, holding it firmly in place. "I need this.. I need it." He begs.
Jayce hesitates, his hand hovering over Viktor's trembling body. He can feel the heat radiating off of him, the electricity in the air crackling between them. He knows this is dangerous territory, but he can't bring himself to pull away.
"Please," Viktor whispers, his eyes pleading below the mask. "I've missed this."
Jayce swallows hard, his resolve wavering. The years of anger and betrayal seem to melt away in the face of the raw, desperate need in Viktor's voice. He nods, his hand moving back to its previous rhythm, his thumb working in gentle circles around the swollen clit. The crystals pulse in response, casting a soft glow across the lab, the air charged with an energy that is both electrifying and erotic. He shudders, and glances at his other hand.
He scissors his fingers apart, and, experimentally, pulls on the wire again.
This time, the pulse of electricity sends an even more intense bolt of pleasure through Viktor's body, and he cries out. The crystals on his skin light up, casting an eerie glow on the room. Jayce watches, his eyes dark with a mix of lust and concern.
"Is it too much?" Jayce asks, his eyes flicking between the crystals and Viktor's faceplate.
Viktor's only response is a guttural moan, his body arching off the makeshift bed. The feedback loop of ecstasy is intense. Jayce's cock throbs, trapped in his pants, as he watches Viktor writhing under his touch. He twists the wire around his finger, and pulls.
The crystal in the chamber glows a fiercer blue, and the sensation that shoots through Viktor is unlike anything he's felt before, resonating through his metal bones, making his circuits sing. He cries out, his mechanical heart racing as Jayce's fingers coax him open further.
"Jayce," he gasps, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "It's...too much."
"I don't care." Jayce's voice is gruff, something is overriding any concern for the potential dangers of this.. impromptu experiment. He wants something—anything—from Viktor. To blur the lines between doctor and patient, friend or enemy. "If this is what you want..." He reaches back, grabbing a handful of the exposed wires, "..I'm gonna give it to you." And pulls on all of them.
Viktor's body spasms, the electrical pulse now a raging storm through his augmented body. The crystals on his skin pulse in a frenetic rhythm, lighting the lab in a strobe of azure. He throws his head back, a sound that's part scream, part moan, echoes through the room. Jayce watches, his own breathing erratic.
Jayce fumbles with his pants, wrenching them aside, bending Viktor over the nearest desk. He grabs a fistful of the augmented man's hair and pulls his head back, exposing his neck. He runs his tongue along the line of metal that marks the division between flesh and machine.
"Y-yeah." Jayce groans, as he rubs the head of his cock along the folds of Viktor's cunt, "You're so fucking wet." He says, his voice low and guttural.
Viktor can feel the heat of Jayce's breath on the back of his neck, his teeth grazing the skin. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine, and he pushes back against Jayce's cock, begging for more. The metal plating clangs against the desk.
Jayce's grip on his hair tightens, and with a brutal thrust, he enters Viktor. The crystals on his body flicker wildly. Viktor cries out, hands shaking on the edge of the desk as Jayce grips his mechanical hips and starts to fuck him. The lab's air is now thick with the scent of sex and oil, the machines a silent audience to their passion. Jayce's eyes never leave the crystals, watching as they pulse with every one of his own thrusts.
"F-fuck." Jayce whimpers, as he watches the blue glow beneath Viktor's skin.
Viktor's mechanical eyes lock onto Jayce's, a silent plea for more. Jayce obliges, his hips moving faster, harder. The sound of metal on skin fills the room. His hand moves to Viktor's chest, feeling the rapid pulse of the pump beneath the cold steel.
"Viktor." Jayce moans, his breath ragged. "Your body... it's... amazing."
Viktor's voice is strained, a mix of pleasure and pain. "J-Jayce, it's too much... I can't... I can't take it."
"You can take...my dick. It's what you're best at." Jayce replies simply, gripping VIktor's hips even tighter, and fucking him harder. His thrusts become more erratic, and his breathing more ragged. Each time he pushes into Viktor, he clenches around Jayce's cock like a vice, the sensation making him see stars. Viktor's mechanical limbs quiver, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Viktor's orgasm builds like a volcano, pressure mounting in his augmented body. "Jayce... Jayce, please..." he begs, the desperation in his voice palpable.
Jayce leans over, whispering into his ear, "Come for me, Vik." His hand twists the handful of wires from before, and pulls, he slams his cock deep against Viktor's cervix.
It is instantaneous, as if he's flipped a switch. The crystals on Viktor's body flare to a blinding white before dimming to a gentle glow, and a moment later, his body goes limp, a soft whine escaping his lips. Jayce holds him up, his own orgasm crashing over him like a wave, filling the cold, metallic chamber of Viktor's body.
"S-shit." Viktor stumbles in place, his knees wobbly.
Jayce steadies him, his grip firm but gentle. He's torn between his need to finish and his fear of pushing too far. "Vik, are you okay?"
"I...I'm fine." Viktor's voice is barely audible, a soft rasp.
Jayce's heart is racing, the thrum of it echoing in his ears. He slowly withdraws from Viktor, watching as he sags against the desk. The lab is silent.
"Vik, talk to me." Jayce's voice is tight with worry.
Viktor's mechanical eyes slowly refocus, a soft click echoing in the quiet lab. "I'm... I'm okay," he murmurs, though his voice is shaky. Jayce's hand lingers on his hip.
"Looks like your system's stabilized." Jayce says, trying to keep the tone light.
Viktor nods, still breathless. "Th-thank you."
Jayce helps him to stand, their eyes meeting for a moment before Jayce looks away. He grits his teeth and closes his eyes. This will all be over soon. They've done this stupid dance long enough. Viktor will be gone soon. He won't even stay the night.
He says, "You should lie down." It's not a question, but a command, one that Viktor seems to understand. He nods and follows Jayce to the bedroom that's off to the side of the lab, his legs wobbly.
Jayce helps him onto the bed, gently laying him down. The room is starkly different from the cluttered lab: a simple bed with clean white sheets, a nightstand, and a lamp that casts a soft, warm glow.
"Rest." Jayce says, as he lays Viktor down.
Viktor nods, his body feeling both exhausted and invigorated. Jayce wanders off to the bathroom, returning with some soft wipes. He gently cleans Viktor's thighs. Viktor holds his thighs apart and watches Jayce quietly.
As Jayce pulls the blankets over him, their eyes lock again, and the moment hangs heavy in the air.
Then, with a sigh, Jayce turns away to clean up the lab.