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Dreaming

Summary: Jayce is horrifically ticklish (and craving it) and is trying his best to make that blatantly obvious to his lab partner

Word count: 4,551

Inspired by this art and this art ohhhh my goddddd good food ops good fucking food 🤌 + this idea fueled one of the opening sequences hehe ;3

Lee!Jayce (just posted Lee vik I had to switch it up 😈 AND I SAW THE ART REFS AND OOOOO BOYYY MY GEARS TURNED 🙏 cmereee Jayce your turnnnn) (kinda spicay so don’t read if that’s not for u)

(Loving all the Jayvik art inspiring fics / fics inspiring art our community is beautiful 💖)

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God, this was annoying. Jayce held his face in his hands, he could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. It’d been forever since he had a mood this bad, why did he have to struggle so much with it now? He blamed the hexclaw. Ever since Viktor came up with the idea for it Jayce had been put in a mood. Not that he wanted it used on him, and not that he didn’t want that either, but its invention made his mind wander about a Vikclaw, if you will.

He also blamed the fact that he had a dream about Viktor wrecking him the night before;

“You really think you can take this?” Viktor taunted, already dragging his nails over Jayce’s bare chest. His body jumped as he choked back a laugh. He’d found himself spread across a bed, Viktor’s bed to be specific. His arms were cuffed above his head and each ankle secured with rope, pulling his legs in separate directions.

Jayce chewed on his lip, giving Viktor a sly nod. “And you’re ready?” His fingers swirled down his sides, already producing a titter from him. Jayce nodded more eagerly, a terrified yet ecstatic glint in his eyes. “I’m ready.” His voice quivered but that didn’t deter Viktor’s vicious hands. He slowly spidered his nails over his chest, taking his sweet-ass-time tormenting his sensitive skin. Jayce inhaled sharply before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“That was fast.” Viktor mumbled just loud enough for him to catch. “Fuck off!” Jayce barked but his protest only earned him ten digits vibrating into his ribs. “I’m sorry? That’s not how you speak to me, now is it?” He made him regret his refute, relentlessly attacking his ribs till he made Jayce cackle.

“Nohoho! I’m sohohorry!” He cried but only got a chuckle from Viktor. “Nuh-uh, it’s too late for that now.” He scribbled down his sides, making Jayce arch his back against the bed and yowl. “You should’ve been sorry before you decided to talk back to me.” He shook his head, his head tossed back in ticklish mirth as he practically cackled his soul away. Viktor’s fingers crept closer to his stomach, making his laughter spike an octave. “Nohot thehehere!” He pulled desperately on his binds but he didn’t budge. His stomach filled with both thrill and dread, mostly the latter.

“Oho, yeah? I thought you said you could take it?” He swirled his nails around his tummy, causing Jayce to kick fruitlessly in his bondage. “Can’t handle a little tummy tickles?” He emphasized by scribbling on his stomach. Jayce was already laughing too hard to respond, all he could do was throw his head side to side and wail. His gentle pressure combined with fast pace was unbearably hellish for poor Jayce. Viktor’s fingers wandered south, stopping in the divots of his hip bones. He meticulously skittered his fingers, effectively breaking Jayce. Tears were already threatening to fall down his cheeks. He couldn’t even open his eyes anymore, his body was completely overcome with the sensations.

“Aww, what good boy.”

That was enough to jolt him awake. He woke up warm, tingly, and with a dumb smile on his face.

Of course it was hard for Jayce to even look at him in the lab after his brain made him endure that.

There was no casual way to tell someone you’re ticklish, let alone that you liked it. Liked was an understatement, he craved it. He literally dreamed about being reduced to a hysteric mess. If there was a way to send telepathic messages they needed to discover that soon because there was no way he could ever actually ask for something like that.

They were sitting at the desk, both working on their own respective tasks. Well, Jayce wasn’t getting much done, he was too busy fantasizing about Viktor nibbling his neck or tickling his tummy or squeezing his sides or anything else that wasn’t sitting in silence and working. It was hard to get it off of his mind, especially when it was much more enjoyable to think about than equations or formulas.

“Your mind is occupied.” Viktor hummed, not even bothering to look at Jayce while we spoke to him. The other snapped out of his trance, whipping his head towards his partner. “I- uhm-” He started to fumble over his words but was quickly cut off.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing!” He was much too fast to defend himself.

“Only someone with something to hide responds that quickly. Plus, you bite your lip when you are deep in thought and to me it doesn’t look like you’ve got a lot of work to contemplate.” He gestured to the space on the desk in front of Jayce which only had his notebook flipped open to an empty page. He flipped the book shut as if Viktor didn’t already see his blank notes. He placed his forehead on the desk, letting out a frustrated sigh and running his fingers through his hair.

“I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“God, do you have to know everything?” He whipped back to look at his partner who was staring at him with a shifty smirk. “What’s so funny?”

“Something’s bothering you, I just can’t figure out what.” He leaned forwards, elbows on his knees, and studied Jayce’s face with a squint. The careful attention to his expression made Jayce even more nervous, his cheeks tinging pink as he looked away from his partner.

“You’re bothering me.”

“Is that so?”

Fuck. Why did Viktor have to be so goddamn teasy?

“I’ll let it go if you promise to stop being distracted.”

No, don’t let it go. Keep pushing. Find out what was driving him insane and break him with it.

“Promise.” God, he was an idiot. Luckily Viktor knew to keep an eye on him after they ‘returned to work’. Jayce spent the next five minutes sulking with his empty notebook again, occasionally jotting down a doodle or letting out a disappointed huff. Viktor couldn’t say he was any more productive though, he spent those five minutes watching Jayce lose himself in his dream-state. He couldn’t bear to watch him pout, besides, investigating this could potentially be more productive than work.

“Jayce.” Viktor sang, seeing Jayce’s blush go all the way to his ears.

“Leave me alone.”

“So moody.” Viktor scoffed. “You’re not getting any work done.”

“Neither are you.” Jayce retorted, keeping his head turned away from the other.

“Touché,” Viktor rolled over to his side, “but you also promised me you’d focus.” He scooted all the way up beside him, trying to peek over at his face. Jayce stubbornly turned himself away from Viktor, making him groan. “Seriously, what has you so worked up?”

Jayce’s eyes flicked around, desperately scrambling to come up with an answer.

“I just…had a dream that bothered me.”

“A nightmare?”

Jayce’s hesitance gave him all the indication he needed.

“Ah, an arousing dream then?”

Jayce scoffed, finally turning to glare at his partner. “No.”

“So then what was it?”

Jayce groaned, getting frustrated with his own inability to speak. They really needed to start working on telepathy.

“Did you write about it in your notes?”

Viktor reached around Jayce for his notebook, making him jump in the process. They both froze, Jayce’s face turning a delicious shade of red.

“What was that?” Viktor inquired as he sat back.

“Nothing!” Jayce waved Viktor off but he wasn’t going to back down. He reached up and grabbed Jayce’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. Viktor smirked at the flush that enveloped his partners face. He gave him a glare that said, ‘oh, really?’

“I just…got scared, s’all.”

“Scared?” Viktor chuckled.

“Yes! I thought you were gonna…” He couldn’t find anything to say. He wasn’t about to admit what he was actually thinking but he still couldn’t come up with any backup lies.

“What? Do this?” Viktor reached out and squeezed his side. He didn’t give it much thought, he figured he could use a more playful gesture to ease his partner up.

Jayce went into shock. This was actually happening. His limbs fumbled around for a moment as he tried to figure out what the hell to do. He settled on an awkward arm defense that left him so obviously vulnerable.

“H-hey! Ha- stop!”

Take the bait.

Viktor could see how Jayce was blatantly leaving himself exposed and tilted his head, why would he defend himself so poorly? He knew he was capable of a lot more than that. That was when it clicked for him. He was trying to get Viktor to tickle him. Holy shit.

“I’m sensitive, Viktor!”

Take the bait.

“Oh?” He retracted his hand, a smirk still plastered on his face. The tone of his voice made Jayce wince, please, take the fucking bait. Unfortunately Viktor knew it was much more fun, and brutal, to play dumb. “My apologies, I didn’t know.” He sat back, prolonging eye contact as he turned back to the desk. He picked up a pen and pretended to go back to work.

Jayce felt his stomach drop. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Of course Viktor was too nice to provoke him further. He panicked knowing that he was losing his opportunity. An involuntary groan escaped him, making Viktor turn his attention to him once more.

“Can I help you, Jayce?” He hated the way Viktor gave him his full attention. One more groan came from Jayce before he turned to look at his partner. He’d have to get it out somehow.

“I, eh, had a dream about…you.” This was humiliating. He couldn’t even focus his eyes, his face nearly felt like it’d burst from all the blood rushing to it. “Oh? Do tell.” His damn mocking was making Jayce even more lightheaded. Somehow Viktor knew that ignoring Jayce would get him to spill his own beans, he was just too impatient and needy to be taken advantage of.

“We uhm…” He mumbled off.

“We? Did we do something together, Jayce?” He brought his hand up to his upper back, knowing how his nonchalant touches drove Jayce crazy.

��You’re making this so much worse.” He covered his face with his palms, grimacing at the laugh that came from the other.

“How so?”

“By talking to me like that.”

“Ah, sorry, too sensitive?” He emphasized that word, making Jayce’s mind stutter immediately. “I- you-” He fumbled. Viktor chuckled at him again, rubbing his hand in small circles over Jayce’s back. “Yes?”

“You’re messing with me.” Jayce groused.

“Yeah? How so?” He was about ready to strangle Viktor for his stupid taunting tone. The hand that massaged him began to move down, causing Jayce to arch instinctively. It didn’t tickle but god he fucking wanted it to.

“Just-” Jayce cut himself off, fighting his own willpower to speak his truth.

“Yes?” He ever-so-subtly curled his fingers into the side of his waist, making Jayce huff in desperation. That eliminated any doubt in his mind, yeah, he definitely wanted this.

“Fuck- just tickle me already!” The words came out unwillingly but there was no chance of recovery now.

“Pardon?” Viktor’s voice was laced with the mischievous smirk he wore.

“I’m not repeating that.” He was able to bring his eyes back to Viktor’s to give him a scornful stare, but that was a mistake on his part. It only made him thrice as embarrassed as before once he saw how much Viktor was loving this. He wasn’t even trying to hide how thoroughly entertained he was by Jayce’s despair.

“No, no, I heard you. I just think you have a little explaining to do.” He let his hand slyly continue to scratch his side, it wasn’t enough to make him laugh but it was definitely enough to make him feel threatened.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, where did this come from? Is this what your dream was about?” The question struck fear in Jayce’s heart. “Yes?” He looked away again, shrinking into himself.

“So you want me to tickle you because you had a dream about it?” Viktor’s casual use of the word made Jayce cringe.

“No- yes- I mean-” It was nearly impossible for him to get a sentence out when he was so flustered like this.

“Ah, so you wanted it before the dream?” His fingers crept forwards on his torso, tickling the spot where his side and stomach met. Jayce’s breath hitched, both from the question and the touch. It was also more of an observation than a question so Jayce literally could not refute it.

“I…guess so?”

“You guess so?”

“Viktor.” He snapped. “You’re being so mean.”

“What, I’m just trying to gather information!” He applied a little more pressure on Jayce’s tummy, drawing out a choked yelp.

“I’ve kinda…always liked it. And I’ve just been thinking about it more recently because of you and the hexclaw and that stupid dream-”

“Hexclaw?” He asked connivingly.

Shit. He didn’t mean to let that thought slip.

“What is it about the hexclaw?” He mocked, using his fingers to make a claw shape and wriggle against him.

“Stop that.” Jayce warned, his tummy flinching at the touch but his distress did nothing to slow Viktor down. “You’re not even fighting against me. And don’t go changing the subject now. The hexclaw?”

Jayce got clocked. He squeezed his eyes, trying to process the gentle tickles alongside his tease-overstimulated-brain. “I don’t know. It just made me…think.” His voice was strained.

“About?”

“You know what.” He growled, giving him a nasty glare. Viktor wasn’t having any of that though, he pinched Jayce’s side, making him shriek.

“Hey! That wasn’t fair!”

“You’re acting like you didn’t just ask for this.” He brought his other hand into the mix, clawing at both sides now. Jayce slapped a hand over his mouth and balled the other into a fist, slamming it against the desk.

“Aww, c’mon, don’t hide from me, Jayce.” He chirped, taking advantage of Jayce’s conveniently unprotected position by slipping his hands under his arms. That was already too much for him to handle. He slammed his arms to his sides but Viktor’s fingers were already where he wanted them. He wiggled into the skin, making Jayce topple over on the desk in cackles. “There you go.” He let Jayce giggle himself mad while he dug his fingers into his armpits.

“Ohohout!” He howled, kicking his legs underneath the desk. To his surprise, Viktor’s hands retreated. He looked back at him, expecting him to say their little jaunt was over. Instead, Viktor looked at him with a hunger he had never seen before. Jayce’s eyes went wide, his tummy felt like it was doing back flips. What? Why was he looking at him like he was his prey?

“How can we keep your arms out of the way?” He brought a finger up to his chin in thought, eyeing their surroundings for something he could restrain him with.

“Oh-” Jayce stopped himself, he should not be helping Viktor in a position like this.

“Yes, Jayce?” A hand returned to his side, meticulously toying with his skin. “Do you have a suggestion?”

“I- uhh…” He stuttered, eventually taking a deep breath, he didn’t have anything else to lose now, right? Other than his sanity. “The…hexclaw…” It was pitiful how he couldn’t even use his words properly. The smile on Viktor’s face was plain evil. “That’s a great idea!” He gave Jayce’s hip a pinch before standing up and patting his back. “Come on.” He was already making his way over towards the hexclaw which was stationed on a desk against the back wall.

Jayce found it impossible to walk himself over to his imminent death. He hung his head, still sat at the desk. This was happening for real this time. He could feel his blush spreading down his neck and his skin grew littered with goosebumps. Was he dreaming again?

“Are you going to come over here? Or do I have to get you myself?”

“Ah- coming!” Jayce shot up and rushed over, sheepishly walking up to the other. Viktor could see how his face flushed and body trembled already. “Nervous?” He teased, Jayce shooting him a blank glare. “No shit.”

“What, I thought you were dreaming about this.” He laughed, adoring how Jayce panicked. “You actually suck.”

“You really shouldn’t be saying things like that to someone who’s about to tickle you.”

Jayce couldn’t help how his body shuddered at the word. Before he could retort with his own witty remark, Viktor grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it above his head. He reached over and grabbed the remote to the hexclaw. A press of a button made the claw menacingly close itself around his hand, effectively trapping his extended arm. Jayce immediately began to tug on his arm but there was zero give. That’s when the panic really set in.

“Wahait, we can talk about his.” He giggled nervously, his unrestrained hand held out in front of him defensively.

“Laughing already? I haven’t even started!” Viktor took position in front of him, taking one last look in his dread filled eyes before he made him regret ever asking for this. Whose dream come true was this? Because it was starting to feel like both of theirs.

Viktor was going to take his sweet time, knowing the longer he taunted Jayce the worse he would break his mind. His nails barely grazed his wrist yet it had immediate effect on him. Jayce gasped, his eyes following every movement of Viktor’s hands. As soon as his touch started descending, a string of nervous titters escaped his lips. “Nohohoho….” His protest was quiet, knowing it fell on deaf ears anyway. Viktor used both hands to claw down his bicep, making Jayce yelp with ticklish anticipation.

“This is already doing it for you?”

“Oho my gohod, shut up!” He whined. Viktor shrugged, if he had to shut up then someone else had to start laughing. He used both hands to claw at his armpit, he let out a hearty bark before crumbling into giggles. His free hand held onto Viktor’s shoulder but he made no attempt to shove him away. Cute.

“So easy…” Viktor muttered to himself, conveniently loud enough for it to have an affect on Jayce. He whimpered through his laughter, his face somehow getting even redder than before. Viktor decided it was time to change spots, quickly switching his attention over to his tummy and pouncing on him. He prodded and scribbled on his tummy, leaving no space neglected. Jayce screamed, his entire body convulsing at the touch. His laughter became increasingly more frantic, panicked shrieks slipping in between his cackles. Viktor chuckled at how deranged he had become already, and all over a little tickling? Pathetic.

Viktor bounced back and forth between scratching all of his fingers on his stomach and drilling into his armpit. His laughter was grating and inconsistent; getting loud, then squeaky, then silent, and then full of hiccups and squeals.

“Is this what happened in your dream?”

“Ohoh shuhut up!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He dug his thumbs into Jayce’s hip bones, making him buck. Viktor laughed at him. “That was good wasn’t it?” He have gave him a few more squeezes before going back to his underarm. He used one hand to tickle his armpit and the other to prod his hip, watching how it made Jayce throw his head back and howl. Jayce’s hand finally migrated off of his shoulder and gripped tightly onto one of Viktor’s wrists. He fought the urge to push him off, but fuck was it difficult.

“Jehesus, Viktor!”

“What? What’s the matter?” He replied smugly, his fingers never once slowing.

“Yohou’re tihihickling me!” Jayce squealed, desperately tugging on his arm but the claw held it firmly in place. Fuck, he really was at the mercy of Viktor who, so far, wasn’t being very merciful.

“I am doing no such thing!” He sounded offended but he didn’t make any effort to stop tickling him. If anything, he started getting more intense the more Jayce mouthed off. “Now stay still, you’re making this very difficult.” He used both hands to vibrate his fingers into each side of his rib cage, sending him into a helpless fit of laughter. His mind and body were both on the brink of breaking. It was unbearable yet exactly what he’d craved. Viktor tried to pinch at his hip but Jayce’s hold on his wrist stopped him.

“Ack- difficult?! Yohohou have mehehe rehestraihihined!” How could he be difficult while he was immobile? Viktor shook his head. “Yet you’re still proving to be difficult.” He clasped onto Jayce’s defending hand. “Perhaps we need to get this other arm out of the way?” He stopped tickling for a moment and attempted to lift his free arm up but Jayce clamped it down as hard as he could.

“I’m sorry, aren’t you the one who wanted this?” Viktor teased, letting his other hand slowly claw at his ribs again, he loved the way his words made Jayce cringe and go red. He let out a pathetic, giggly whine. “Fuhuck, V, it’s too muhuch!” His plea made Viktor laugh.

“Is it really?” He tilted his head. “You said yourself you’d been dreaming about this, no?”

“Stohop bringing thahat uhuhup!”

He leaned in close, getting right up in his ear. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?” Phew, that made Jayce’s head spin, they both knew the answer yet Viktor still had the audacity to ask. He couldn’t say anything, he let his answer reside in the exhausted laughter that poured out of him. Fortunately for Viktor, his teases distracted Jayce just enough to bring his guard down.

Jayce whimpered out a cry when he felt Viktor grab his other wrist and raise it above his head. He could hear the mechanical fingers uncurling as his hand was brought to meet the other one. Just like that, he was restrained by the hexclaw once again but this time he had zero freedom.

“V-Vik…” He panted, hardly able to open his eyes to even look at him. “Fuck…please…” He was breathless and so visibly distraught. Viktor loved how distraught his ruthlessness made Jayce get. He didn’t want to give him any longer of a break than he already got, he was ready to put him back in misery.

Viktor pulled the hem of his shirt up and slipped his fingers underneath. Jayce gasped at the skin contact, suddenly becoming dizzy again, this was about to get so much worse. Viktor gripped both sides of his waist and squeezed wildly. Jayce was thrown back into his desperate cackling, but this time he couldn’t hunch over, the way his arms were held taut made any wiggles or struggling nearly impossible.

“I cahahan’t!”

“You can’t what? Stop it? Oh, I know.” Viktor’s fingers danced over the middle of his stomach. Jayce thought it was over for him. His body was so pleasantly overwhelmed but it was hard for him to enjoy the sensations while he was also fighting tears. Viktor crawled his nails up his tummy, stopping at his ribs and digging in between his bones. Jayce’s body writhed and his laughter became nonsensical.

“Am I correct to assume the more you panic the worse it tickles?”

“Nohoho!” He kicked his legs but it got him nowhere. His hands were clenched as tightly as they could and he squeezed his eyes shut, succumbing to his fate. Rib tickles turned back into tummy scratches which turned into hip squeezing and then a combination of everything. Jayce’s mind was on its brink, he truly believed this could send him into mania.

As soon as he opened his eyes they were blurry with tears. Fuck, he wouldn’t break like this.

Viktor focused on his stomach again, flipping through a variety of ticklish tactics. He noted what evoked the strongest reactions and used it to his advantage. He skittered above his waistband, making his tummy twitch rapidly. He noticed the slower he teased his skin, the more cries Jayce produced. He tickled him unethically slow, effectively turning his mind and body into slush.

Jayce hiccuped out a sob as a tear finally rolled down his cheek. No, this couldn’t be happening. He wasn’t that weak, he could take a little tickling, couldn’t he? Another tear followed and he let out a genuine sob. He couldn’t believe he was actually crying, it was humiliating in most provocative way. He continued bawling as all of his spots were exploited. This was it for him. Jayce Talis; dead by tickles.

“Aww, what a good boy.” Viktor cooed, caressing his cheek and wiping away some tears as he did. Jayce got a flash of his dream from the night before, did he manifest this into reality? Or maybe his dream was a forewarning of the day to come. Either way he hardly had the effort to process Viktor’s words with the way his mind was scrambled. His other hand continued to violate his tummy, following its bouncing as he laughed.

Jayce panted, dropping his head forward as he sobbed. He was pleading incomprehensibly, shivering while Viktor’s nails grazed his skin.

It was addicting for both of them. Jayce had an itch to get destroyed like this for years and as overwhelming as it was he couldn’t get enough of it. As for Viktor, he was obsessed with a lot of this; the way Jayce’s face scrunched up, how his body recoiled at the slightest touch, his variants of laughter, and how needy he was for it. It’d be hard to get both of them to stop craving this.

Jayce looked up at him depleted, distressed, and desperate. His laughter was silent, tears flowing down his face. He was beautiful like this, all flushed and breathless. They would have to ‘experiment’ with this some more. As cute as he was, they both knew he was far beyond his breaking point.

“Alright, alright, I think you’ve had enough.”

Viktor truly only stopped because he could see Jayce’s face start to turn purple, which didn’t seem like a good sign. If he didn’t put an end to it though they both might’ve gone on forever. He quickly grabbed the remote to release his arms and as soon as he was released Jayce crumpled to the floor.

“Jayce!” Viktor cried in worry but the giggles coming from his partner proved to him that he was more than okay. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask.

“Are you alright?” He knelt down to the other and placed a hand on his shoulder which shook from the residual laughter.

“Mmh soho mehean…never agahain…” Jayce heaved, wiping the tears off of his cheeks.

“You don’t mean that.” Viktor combed his fingers through Jayce’s hair, feeling him relax into the touch. That was insane, for both parties. They had reached a new level of intimacy they had yet to cross before but now that the door was open they knew the lab was about to get a little more interesting. He smiled admiringly at the man in his hands as he melted into his scratches. Viktor chuckled,

“You really are too easy.”

#oh my GOOOOODDDDDDDD #i love this #the teasing #i cant #jayvik

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