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“Hng… Ah…”
Soft moans spill from Viktor’s lips as his fingers disappear within the molten heat of his sheath. A primal urge, magnified – or maybe even triggered – by the Hexcore, pumps liquid desire straight into his veins. His body burns with feverish need, desperate for a release he cannot reach.
He… doesn’t understand this new body of his. Doesn’t know how to stroke himself just right to finally, finally achieve orgasm. And while his valiant attempts leave him in a half-delirious haze and stain the floor of his abode purple with drops of his arousal, that one orb of pure fire in his belly refuses to burst.
That inextinguishable warmth reminds him of the few times he wandered into the forge, before he left Piltover for good. This blazing itch licks at his skin the same way the furnace did, avidly tongues at his throbbing core, devours him whole, but maddeningly keeps him on the edge, drenched in wetness and perspiration.
What he wouldn’t give to have Jayce’s mouth on him instead, bringing him to sweet completion…
The mere thought of his partner reaps another heated cry from his parched throat. Viktor’s hips buckle. He impales himself on his fingers, harder, faster, throws his head back, lets his toes curl and his eyes roll, nearly there, nearly…
Relief never comes.
Viktor whines and groans in frustration. This has been going on ever since he learned of Jayce’s return through Salo. The constant aching, the racking want, the waves of arousal disguised as wildfire… He dreams of calloused fingers replacing his own, of pretty hazel eyes drowning in pleasure under his own expert touch. Of Jayce underneath him, above him, in him, around him, on his knees, on his back, against the walls, against the ground…
And Jayce…
Jayce has just entered the Commune!
The news, shared through the Hivemind, puts a harsh stop to Viktor’s self-pleasuring session. No, no, no. He cannot let Jayce see him like this. In a panicked frenzy, he removes his fingers from within himself and hastily wipes them on his stomach. Then he scrambles to retrieve his cherished blanket, careful not to dirty it with any bodily fluids.
The precious garment still smells faintly of Jayce, and he doesn’t want to ruin that.
Viktor has barely made himself presentable that Jayce is already walking through his door, looking more handsome than ever with that gorgeous beard and longer hair, which does nothing to ease his predicament.
The full-body hug he almost immediately gets dragged into doesn’t help, either.
“Viktor. I’ve missed you,” Jayce rasps against his ear.
The sudden proximity is almost too much to bear. Something inside Viktor twitches and throbs. Jayce is right there against him, all rough edges and strong muscles, and Viktor needs him, needs him so badly it hurts…
Before he can stop it, a moan escapes him.
His face turns aflame with sheer embarrassment.
“I… I’m so sorry, Jayce, I…”
A gentle kiss on his forehead cuts the apology short.
“It’s okay. I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“You… know?” He repeats, confused.
Jayce confirms it with a hum, then elaborates:
“The Hexcore has been messing with your senses, hasn’t it? Leaving you always high-strung, always wanting. I can help defuse that tension.”
It costs Viktor all his self-control not to take him up on that offer right here and then. Still, he needs to make sure he isn’t misinterpreting Jayce’s intentions.
“You’d… want that with me? With this… non-human body?”
“I’ve wanted you since the day we met, Viktor. Nothing could ever change that.” Jayce affirms. “I won’t lie to you and pretend that’s all there is to it, though. This power you wield… Our Hextech creation… If you don’t give up on it, it will consume you and the entire world. I’ve seen it happen.”
This time, Viktor recoils at the outrageous proposal, the Hexcore actively encouraging his anger and reluctance.
“So what? You would have me destroy the work of our entire life? All because of a hypothetical disaster that might never come to be?”
Jayce shakes his head.
“No. I’m asking you to pass it down to our child.”
Viktor freezes like a deer caught in headlights.
“Our… Our child?”
“I would bear them.” Jayce softly murmurs. “They would be a born mage, far more capable of handling this power than either of us will ever be. It’s the only way to have Hextech bring life to this world instead of death”
This suggestion, however, violently reignites the dormant embers in his belly and has Viktor nearly doubling over from the sheer intensity of the sudden sensation.
Is… Is this what his body has been craving? Raw, animalistic breeding?
These primitive urges… Viktor won’t give in to them, no matter how strong they are. Not until he is convinced this is truly what his partner wants.
“I need you to be honest with me Jayce. Do you truly desire to… to start a family with me? Or is this merely your fear of the future” Of me, goes unsaid. “speaking?”
His partner shudders and buries his face against his metallic shoulder for a second, overwhelmed by the weight of his emotions.
“Oh, Viktor, you have no idea how badly I want this. How often I’ve hated myself for not just dropping on one knee and eloping with you when I had the chance. I’ve had months to reflect on what I truly wanted. And I do want a family with you. I would even if nothing else was at stake. I promise.”
The naked sincerity in his voice erases all of Viktor’s lingering doubts. This, the prospect of a future with Jayce… He cannot possibly say no to it. And looking back on it, it is true that they have already lost enough time. They could have been happy together…
They still can be.
Viktor puts a hand on Jayce’s cheek. Caresses it gently as he leans closer and closer.
“If this is what you truly desire…”
“It is,” His partner reiterates.
“Then I won’t deny you.”
Jayce tilts his head to the side. All of his large frame tenses and trembles from anticipation. His chapped lips part, and then…
Viktor claims them in an ardent, scorching kiss.
That torrid fire resurges anew in his core, except this time, Viktor welcomes it. He is quick to drop the poorly wrapped blanket so he can grind against Jayce’s thigh while they sloppily make out. The all-consuming warmth must be affecting his partner, too, because he is just as desperate for Viktor’s touch and doesn’t hesitate to make it known.
As a result, torn clothes are hurriedly discarded on the floor, revealing the toned body concealed underneath. It is different from what Viktor remembers, but still just as attractive, if not more. Rough scars and soft chest hair now cover the once-smooth skin, and the Zaunite cannot resist the temptation to roam his hands all over it, to become familiar with every little change.
Jayce pants against his lips as he does so, beautifully sensitive to his touch, and wordlessly encourages his partner to undress him even further. However, right as Viktor finishes removing his leg brace, he parts from their kiss, with one hand resting on his lover’s shoulder to steady himself, and declares, breathless:
“One last thing, before… before this goes further. Don’t be scared or ashamed of your body, of its reactions. Everything it will do to me… I am prepared for it. So don’t hold back, and don’t stop until they’re all inside me.”
“Until what is inside you?” Viktor inquires, his curiosity sparked up by Jayce’s cryptic speech.
“What’s kept in here.”
Viktor lets out a gasp as Jayce runs a finger along the opening of his sheath, scooping up some of the shimmer-like substance dripping out of him, only to then bring it to his lips.
The Zaunite’s ravenous stare narrows in on his partner’s mouth as he makes a show of sucking the digit clean.
“Hmm. Sweet,” He lasciviously comments.
All coherent reasoning flies out of Viktor’s mind, replaced by the urge to make Jayce his. In a swift slide, he pulls his partner’s pants and underwear down his thighs to finally reveal his pretty honeyed cunt. Viktor has half a mind to give Jayce a piece of his own medicine and taste him down there too, but before he can get to it, the same wandering hand returns to his sheath, cupping it whole this time.
Deft fingers tug and press at all the right spots, effectively coaxing his cock out – Something Viktor irritatingly failed to achieve earlier. Although cock is more of an umbrella term than an accurate description of what he’s got going down there. His length greatly differs from human genitalia, due to its dark purplish color, tapered tip, and the many ridges that run along the curve of it.
During some private… experimenting, Viktor discovered it to be far more flexible than a regular cock, and its texture, closer to rubber than skin. Although the general feel of it is greatly influenced by the rather thick layer of viscous liquid that constantly coats it. Some of which splashes all over Jayce’s hand and stomach as the hardening cock bobs free from its confines.
However, his partner doesn’t start stroking him like Viktor so achingly needs. Actually, the drenched fingers barely brush against his cock, and only by accident, focused as they are on another task entirely:
Plunging deep inside Jayce’s hungry pussy.
Viktor’s mouth goes dry as he watches the purplish goop mix with his partner’s clear juices, hypnotized by how those broad fingers rub the product of both their arousals into soft, fluttering folds.
“Fuck, Jayce,” He groans. “You can’t do that and expect me not to ruin you.”
His partner’s eyes lock onto his, full of provocation and mischief. Slowly, he takes his fingers out of his shuddering cunt and returns them to his tongue. Jayce never breaks visual contact as he laps the mess up. And, once he’s done, he drags Viktor into a hot, open-mouthed kiss, sharing the taste with him.
“Ruin me, then,” He hoarsely whispers against his lips.
The challenge goes straight to Viktor’s cock. The furnace in him somehow burns even hotter. The strings holding up his resolve snap all at once.
So much for foreplay. He needs to be inside Jayce now.
“Lay down, on your back. I want to see you.”
The order sends Jayce into a full-body shiver. Oh. Interesting. And as he hurries to comply, Viktor offers him the support of his body so he doesn’t have to put too much strain on his injured leg. He also spreads the blanket across the floor to offer his lover a minimum of comfort. It’s far from ideal, of course, and Viktor silently curses himself for not setting up a bed in his abode, even though sleep isn’t something his body requires anymore.
“Here. I know it’s not much, but…”
Jayce releases a sigh of deep contentment as he settles atop the soft fabric.
“It’s more than I’ve had in months.” He quietly confesses. “I almost forgot not everything was harsh and cold.”
Viktor frowns in worry at that statement. What’s happened to you? He wants to ask, but before he can, Jayce’s lips are back on his and a hand wraps around his cock, turning his thoughts into mush. Strong thighs spread apart to make space for him.
“I need you, Vik. Please.” His partner begs.
And Viktor… Well, he’s always been weak to Jayce’s puppy eyes.
So he climbs on top of him and slots their bodies together. However, it is Jayce who then guides the head of his cock to his entrance, pure, sincere love the only emotion shining in his hazel eyes as he offers himself up to Viktor. The gesture is… Confident. Gentle. Jayce doesn’t seem apprehensive at all to be penetrated by his monstrous length, nor does he appear unsettled by the glowing purple veins that throb and pulsate under his touch.
The dark, slimy appendage must look intimidating though, nearly… corrupted. But Jayce lets it kiss his ripe pussy all the same, unafraid of the consequences. The sight, the feel of it…
It drives Viktor crazy.
Unable to take it anymore, he slowly presses into that tight heat, the glide made easy by his natural lubrication. Jayce’s cunt sucks him in eagerly, causing both lovers to groan and whimper as his length gradually sinks in. His cock is rather long by human standards, but not overly thick, which renders the stretch smooth and natural.
There isn’t nearly enough place for all of him inside Jayce’s quivering little pussy though. An inch or two still stick out, but Viktor can’t get himself to mind, not when his partner’s soft inner walls are so blissfully warm and hug him so snuggly. Being one with Jayce… It feels like paradise.
“It’s… All in?”
More synthetic blood rushes to Viktor’s crotch as his partner puts a hand on his belly to try and feel the cock within. It also serves as an erotic reminder that soon, he will fill him with his seed there. That their lovemaking has a clearly stated purpose.
To impregnate Jayce.
The Hexcore in his chest thrums enthusiastically at the thought.
“Not quite, but I am all the way inside you,” Viktor huskily replies.
For a second, Jayce looks almost disappointed, which makes the Zaunite chuckle and entices him to tease.
“What’s that? Got your greedy little cunt all stuffed and still want more?”
“I’ll always want more of you, Viktor.”
With that said, Jayce wraps his legs around his waist and pulls him down for a steamy kiss. Viktor takes it as his cue to start moving. He starts with small rolls of his hips, not quite exiting his partner’s body, testing and prodding, learning which spots earn him lovely tiny whimpers.
His lover is nowhere near that patient, though. He fucks himself open on Viktor’s cock, loud and debauched, unashamedly chasing his pleasure. And the Zaunite knows how to take a hint, especially when it’s made this obvious. So he picks up the pace and pounds Jayce’s pussy into sweet rapture, indulging both their needs.
“Yes, yes! Faster, deeper… Viktor, please…”
Some other time, Viktor would have taken his time, maybe even slowed down a little, just to wrench a few sweet pleas from his lover. But today, there is no quelling the untamable fire that ravages his body, not even for an instant. So he gives in to Jayce’s request and pulls all the way out, only to slam right back in.
“Like that, Viktor, like that! Don’t… Ah… ah… Don’t stop, don’t stop…”
His partner screams in drunk ecstasy as Viktor thrusts him into him hard and rough. Purple-tinted froth starts to gather where their bodies meet, resulting in obscene noises every time soft metal alloy slapped against flesh. Thick rivulets trickle down the crease of Jayce’s thighs and land on the blanket underneath, but Viktor doesn’t care about keeping it pristine anymore, because what need does he have for a substitute when the man he loves is right here, writhing underneath him?
“D-deeper! I… I need it deeper… Viktor, pl… Oh, oh, fuck.”
Viktor’s eyes widen in surprise when something within Jayce just gives, allowing the Zaunite to bury himself to the hilt. Something he didn’t think possible. He instantly stills, cock still nestled deep within that little pouch, scared that he might have accidentally hurt his partner.
“Jayce? Are you alright? Should we stop?”
“No!” Jayce vehemently protests. “No, don’t stop… It’s… It’s so… so good… Need you there, Vik…”
His partner’s legs avidly press down on the small of his back, drawing Viktor even further inside him. The new position… It triggers something in his body. A devastating mix of pressure and pleasure blossoms at the base of his cock. The rubbery skin stretches to accommodate something round and smooth. The sensation is nothing like Viktor has ever known, so sudden and intense it locks him in place.
Jayce gasps loudly. Viktor looks down just in time to see his lower lips close back around the bulge in his cock. However, even more impressive is the purple light that emanates from the bulbous sphere, so strong that it shines through Jayce’s belly as it languidly travels toward his womb.
An egg, his mind provides. It has to be an egg, or some sort of seed. A way for the Hexcore to reproduce, and the very reason why it has sent all his nerves aflame. So he would unknowingly seek a suitable body where it could mature and incubate.
Panic seizes Viktor at that revelation, but before he can attempt to pull out, his partner tenderly links their fingers together.
“It’s okay. Let it happen. I told you I was prepared for everything your body would give me, didn’t I? It includes this. This is the only way to release the tension within you, so let me do this for you.”
Again, there is no fear in his voice, only trust and reassurance. But still, Viktor hesitates.
“You’re sure?”
Jayce smiles and nods.
“Certain.”
“How… How does it make you feel?”
“Full. Warm. Really warm. And… Oh… Good, too…When… When it presses right… Here!”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
“Not at all. So you can relax and… Ah… Enjoy… Mgnh… T-this…”
The sweet noises spilling from Jayce’s mouth ease the last of Viktor’s concerns. Perhaps he should be a bit more worried about the nature of what’s about to be dropped in his lover’s belly, but pleasure blunts his usually sharp mind. All of him shudders as the round little thing nears the tip of his cock. Tension builds and builds and builds, until…
The seed pops into Jayce’s womb, along with a gush of sticky cum.
Viktor falls prey to the most powerful orgasm of his life. And so does his partner, their pleasures momentarily connected.
They shake and shake and shake, their toes curling and eyes rolling back, entirely lost to the inescapable sensations. Everything turns white-hot. Clit and cock alike swell and fill with molten pleasure. Jayce’s pussy spasms hard around Viktor, prolonging their high even further. They do not even have time to recover from it that another wave of bliss is already assaulting their bodies, then another.
It is all so powerful, so sharp. And with their senses this deeply intertwined, Viktor doesn’t even realize that unyielding metal has started to give way to soft, human skin in a few scattered spots on his body.
And he sure isn’t about to notice it, because next, he feels a new lump, this one bright blue like the Hextech crystals they used to experiment on, bully its way into Jayce’s pussy as if it were being done to him. He experiences it all. The impossible fullness, the slow drag along sensitive walls, that one little gate stretching deep within, the weight of the seed in his womb.
Then the mind-numbing pleasure returns, and more of his body regains its original appearance, though Viktor remains none the wiser. Purple filaments of sheer energy flow from his chest toward his lover, but he’s too out of it, too attuned to the fire crackling in his abdomen to notice.
A broken wail escapes both Jayce and him when the third egg turns out to be even larger than the first two. They hold tight onto each other as it breaches Jayce torturously slow, leaving his spread pussy trembling and twitching. To help it go in faster, Viktor slips two fingers in between his lover’s legs and starts rubbing his neglected clit, the little tremors of pleasure causing his cunt to suction it in.
Finally, it slips inside, but then it has the ridges on Viktor’s cock pressing deep against his partner’s inside, remolding him to their shape. The two men shudder again as the sensations border on too much, but yet neither wants to stop, ensnared in a pleasured haze far beyond human comprehension.
And once Viktor drops that seed deep into the warm recesses of Jayce’s womb, another one just as large presents itself at the lips of his pussy, recommencing the cycle all over again. Wrenching more and more of the Hexcore’s power away.
The delicious fog cast over their minds is so dense that eventually, they lose count of how many have been deposited into Jayce’s fertile belly. Ten? Maybe more? There is no telling, but his womb is so packed that the skin of his stomach is stretched taut, making him look at least a few months pregnant. Through their connection, Viktor can also feel how it’s sloshing with cum, in addition to the eggs themselves.
At long last, one final seed makes its way into Jayce, sending the two lovers into their strongest orgasm yet, one that nearly drains Viktor of all his remaining magic, then no more come. Their uncommon coupling leaves them overwhelmed, heaving and panting, and more in sync with each other’s sensations than ever before.
Carefully, Viktor pulls out of Jayce, and winces as he does so. His legs ache, badly so, and so does his back, but he deems it a mere consequence of their link. He does take due note of it, though. He’ll have to remember and show these parts of Jayce extra gentleness and care.
Once he removes his cock, a spurt of thick, colored cum leaks out from Jayce’s swollen pussy, but the eggs stay comfortably nestled within his warm womb, fucked too deep to be accidentally pushed out.
Only once he is certain they won’t be inadvertently expelled does the fire in Viktor’s veins recede.
All in all, he expects the whole ordeal to be over when pleasure explodes anew within his belly. Or rather, within Jayce’s. A distinction he struggles more and more to make. His affinity with magic is dwindling fast, but still, he grasps what’s happening. The seeds – though they’re closer in nature to magic-infused gems, Viktor now realizes – are all fusing together, to create one single being.
One single child.
Their child.
A child blessed with magic.
Just like Jayce said.
The process sends ripples of bliss through his partner’s body, and, coincidentally, his own. It lasts longer than any orgasm ever could, only stopping once every single drop of his magic has been directed back to the new life taking form in his partner’s womb.
Right as it does, the string of their connection snaps.
With it goes the last remnants of Viktor’s stamina.
He struggles against the fast-settling exhaustion, intent on giving Jayce proper aftercare, especially after sex this intense, but it’s a losing battle.
After all, his body isn’t only recovering from physical exertion, but also from a deep, fundamental change.
Viktor’s vision blackens and he slumps on top of Jayce, utterly spent, but more importantly…
Entirely, undeniably human.
Viktor wakes up freezing and shivering, his mind still fuzzy from sleep. Ugh. What a terrible idea to fall asleep naked. Now he is covered in goosebumps and his joints ache. His predicament naturally draws him to the gentle furnace that is Jayce’s body. Viktor cuddles up to him and lays his head on his partner’s broad chest, ready to drowse off again, all nice and comfy, but a quiet sob disrupts the peaceful silence.
That’s all it takes for Viktor to revert to full alertness. Memories of their reunion, of their night together, of him getting Jayce pregnant, flood back to his mind. Cold fear grips his heart.
Is Jayce crying… because of him? Has he caused him pain somehow?
Viktor looks up at his partner. His chest tightens when he notices his red eyes and the tears that stain his cheeks.
“Jayce, what’s wrong? I… I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
His intervention startles his lover, who probably didn’t expect to see him awake already. However, his surprised expression soon softens.
“What? Oh, of course not! I loved what you did to me! Remember how we shared everything? I couldn’t have hidden that from you even if I wanted.”
Oh. That is true. However, although sound, that reasoning doesn’t not explain his obvious distress.
“Then why are you so sad?”
Jayce shakes his head.
“Sad? No, I’m… I’m just… glad to have my partner back. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you with the crying, but… This… This was the only way to bring you back. And I… I didn’t fail. I didn’t fail. I… I met this alternate version of you, and he told me exactly what to do, but… I was so scared I would screw up even so, you have no idea…”
Jayce drags him into a full-blown skin-to-skin hug, and only then does Viktor register the obvious.
He feels cold and warmth.
Pain is flaring up his leg.
He is sleepy.
Plenty of moles cover his pale skin.
No voice resonates through his mind except for his own.
He… is himself again. Back in his flawed body.
A body that isn’t influenced by the Hexcore anymore. A body that can feel the full extent of Jayce’s embrace.
Viktor swiftly hugs his partner back to let him know this joy that has him crying tears of happiness is more than shared. Jayce responds to the affectionate gesture by slipping his fingers through his long hair and stroking it gently, although there is a tension in his muscles, as if he fears his partner will disappear if he lets go.
“It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.” Viktor murmurs, “Now, will you tell me what’s happened to you?”
Jayce does. He recounts the several months he spent in a deserted hell, with his regrets for sole company. Shares every single detail of his atrocious journey with Viktor, from the moment Heimerdinger and Ekko broke into the lab to his encounter with the mage of his childhood. Tells him how he only had this one shot at setting things right, or else he would have had no choice but to stand against Viktor, which he wanted to avoid at all costs. Admits how secretly anxious he’s been to ruin everything.
And Viktor attentively listens to it all, waiting until his partner is done to ask:
“Why didn’t you share all this with me earlier?”
Jayce takes Viktor’s hand in his and leads it to one of the numerous scars on his body, this one so tiny he barely feels it under his fingertips.
“Because I couldn’t let you, or rather, the Hexcore within you, notice this. And for that, I needed to keep you… distracted.”
Intrigued, Viktor squints at the red little marks, only for his eyes to widen as the truth dawns upon him.
Those are runes, embedded straight into Jayce’s skin. Dozens of them, so small they can easily be mistaken for nicks and scratches. A far more delicate work than what he once did to himself, he must admit.
“What are they for?”
“Attracting the Hexcore… Well, within me. And restraining its powers so it can no longer cause harm. Without these runes, not only would it have never left your body, but it would also have corrupted me. And any child we would have had together.”
That last addition brings a somber thought to the front of Viktor’s mind, one he hopes with all his heart won’t be true.
“When you said you wanted a family with me… Did you mean it, or did you simply… feel like you didn’t have a choice? Like you were… cornered into… into this?”
“I would never lie about something like this. Viktor. This was never my only option, you know. I… I could have chosen another path. I could have killed you. I decided not to. Because this, I want with you.”
Jayce guides Viktor’s hand again. To his still slightly swollen belly, this time.
The Zaunite’s chest swells with emotion. Tears gather in his eyes.
With extreme gentleness, he rubs the tender skin, acutely aware of the tiny life growing underneath.
“A mage, uh? They’re going to be a handful for sure.”
“Let’s hope they do not take too much after us, then.”
“Oh, you know they will.”
They share a cheerful laugh, and Jayce pulls Viktor closer to his chest, always one to seek physical touch. With how he’s spent months in total solitude, he probably craves it more than ever. So Viktor wraps as much of himself around him as he can, and catches up on the content little sigh his lover releases when he does.
This suspended, tender moment speaks as much of their love and devotion as the words they just exchanged.
“We should go get cleaned up.” Viktor remarks after a while. “We made a real mess of ourselves.”
A prospect his partner doesn’t exactly seem thrilled by.
“Can’t we stay like that just for a little longer? I’ve missed… Well, everything about you.”
Ah, here they are again. Those irresistible puppy eyes.
Viktor sighs and melts back into the comfort of Jayce’s arms.
The things he wouldn’t do for this man.
“Alright. Just a little longer.”