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The Shadow of Zaun - Act I - Chapter 1 Introductions

Words: 5,336 Rating: Explicit (eventual SMUT, darlings) Warnings: Violence Summary: Born of two different worlds and raised by the Lanes, you rise from the ashes and runoff of Piltover to become the Shadow of Zaun. Fanfic will have two acts, with an “intermission” chapter, that will span before and after the bridge incident between the brothers of Zaun. The whole cast of characters within the show will eventually make an appearance. Eventual SMUT, thus the rating now, kids. Relationships: Silco x F!Reader AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41675289

I can't decide,

Whether you should live or die.

Oh, you'll probably go to heaven.

Please don't hang your head and cry.

No wonder why,

My heart feels dead inside.

It's cold and hard and petrified.

Lock the doors and close the blinds.

We're going for a ride!

“I Can’t Decide” – Scissor Sisters

Zaun.

For a city that existed within the toxicity, filth, and runoff of the shining jewel of Runeterra otherwise known as Piltover, Zaun has always been grotesquely beautiful, alluring, and mysterious as it grew beneath the shadows of the upper level. Zaun pulsed like one’s own heart - illuminated within its smog by its vibrant, neon lights that provided an ever-glowing essence to its beating aura. This city never slept, for why would anything teeming with such life dare to sleep when it could constantly be dancing and dreaming while awake?

While you did not love the cards that your own life had dealt you, for a variety of reasons, one thing you knew with absolute certainty from an early age:

You loved Zaun.

So this is why you find yourself on a rooftop, awaiting the group that had started calling themselves The Sons of Zaun to show after you left a not-so-subtle calling card, in the form of setting fire to one of their safehouses, squarely in their lap. Since this was to get their attention and not do harm, you had the building cleared hours before setting it ablaze as well as ensuring the fire didn’t ruin any of their supplies being stored there. A wicked grin crossed your face as you casually lit a cigarette, took a long pull, and leaned your head back to savor the nicotine and your thoughts returned to The Sons. This group and you had been dancing around each other’s paths for about a year now and, after careful spying on them for half of that time, you’d come to the sensible conclusion that you should align your efforts. They seemed genuine in their cause and held an admittedly admirable fire for fighting for the freedoms and independence of this city that had outgrown its need to be the dirt beneath Piltover’s shoes.

Genuine, yes, but perhaps slightly unorganized. The group was mastheaded by two young men: Vander and Silco. The twosome called themselves brothers, though it was painfully obvious to anyone there was no true blood relation between both of them. You’d sized them up rather quickly after haunting their footsteps for a few weeks. Vander was the muscle and was admirably good at training the younger recruits how to defend themselves. Then there was Silco, the obvious brains of the lot of them, who had surprised you on more than one occasion with his well-organized heists as well as meticulous scheming against the Piltoverian enforcers. He’d come close once to even discovering you – a fact you found not only impressive but disturbing all the same.

Most of your life you’d spent as a ghost. Your unusual upbringing and fervor for ensuring Zaun wasn’t completely overtaken by Piltover, had you living in its shadows as a thief and, later, assassin for hire. You closed yourself purposefully off from any friends and family for many years, convincing yourself that it was much easier to deal with things with your own two hands and emotionally easier to sever any ties that might have you make a costly mistake. Piltover’s aggression and power was growing; however, every day. It was only a matter of time before a singular person such as yourself would be overtaken and thrown in Stillwater Hold or killed outright.

You weren’t sure which fate would be worse.

Your breath caught in your lungs after another long drag and you violently let out several harsh coughs before angrily flinging the half-spent cigarette over the edge and to the ground below. Must be the damned smoke from the fires aggravating things, you’d thought bitterly. Wheezing, you fumbled quickly through your pockets and pulled out a small device, pulled it to your lips, hit a button, and inhaled deeply as you closed your eyes and counted the seconds. Smoking was a habit you never should have formed with the damage to your lungs you’d had since birth, but you’d found most of the time you were able to handle it even though you realized, in time, it would eventually take its toll. Wiping the tears from coughing so hard from your face and eyes, you began to breathe again and shook your head at yourself.

“I really need a better hobby,” you croaked, your throat still raw from the harsh coughing before.

Scanning the area once again, you suddenly froze as you caught the eyes of none other than Silco standing on the street below…staring right at you with a smirk set upon his face. Cheeky bastard, you thought as you stood up. Confident that anyone that would find themselves in this situation would surely react the same, you returned the smirk slowly, bowed in a grand fashion, and waved at him.

“Lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think? I felt it might be a bit chilly, so I decided to light a fire to help keep warm,” you said loud enough for him to hear with a wide grin that faltered a bit as his smirk only grew. “Pity it got a bit out of hand, eh?”

You heard footsteps behind you as Silco’s grin widened to match yours, reminding you a bit of a cat getting ready to eat its prey. “Pity, indeed,” he began as you pretend to be unaware of the persons creeping closer behind you. “Are you always so reckless?”

Casually, you slide your hand down the thick, long braid of hair at your side, playing along with this game, as you spun it around in your hand, as if out of habit and looking utterly bored. “No more or less than you are, I’d surmise,” you say and with that you spin on your heel and thrust the end of your braid in an arc towards the two men behind you. The two of them, younger than yourself but a bit larger in frame, give you a startled look upon being caught. You notice only one of them has quick enough eyes to spot the blade on the end of your braid, forming it into a sort of weapon, before it sliced them both.

Fools, you thought. You’re very lucky I wasn’t aiming to kill.

The two give a wounded shout as the blade slices them both across the chest, not deep enough to do more than stun and wound their pride, as you then begin your escape from them across the rooftops. You shoot a quick glace to where Silco had been standing and note that he had disappeared, likely to join the chase, as you then parkour down to the street below. Swiftly, you make your way over to stand in front of the burning building before sliding to a halt.

“Now children, play nice,” you shout as you hear the two from the rooftop stumble their way down to the ground with Silco or any others still no where in sight. “I only want to talk.”

The young boys who had attempted your capture on the rooftop now came into view as they approached you with caution. You made no attempt to run away and held your hands up.

“You have a funny way of asking for an invitation, my dear,” Silco’s voice came from your left where you found him lazily leaning against the corner of a building a short distance away.

He spun a dagger in his fingertips as he then pushed off the wall and began his way over to you with a swagger to his step, twirling the blade within his hand, and never taking his eyes off of you as he grew nearer. You’d witnessed his skill with that very blade several times from afar and could tell by the way of his approach he was sending only one very clear signal: one of warning.

“I would humbly request parlay with you gentlemen,” a request left your lips as others, presumably with this group, started revealing themselves as they also came to join Silco and the two boys.

Silco actually stopped at your words and cocked his head to the side, an action reminding you of a bird, “Well, I hate to disappoint you, but as you are well aware, we’re not on a ship, so parlay may not be an option for you.”

It was the first time you’d been this up close to really see this particular Son of Zaun. His gate gave off and air of surprising confidence for someone who had to of been no older than 30, only a few years older than yourself, you’d gauge. You found him intriguing, to say the least. The sharp angular features of his face, as only a true Zaunite would have, was complimented well with his slightly long, inky-black hair that framed it. The juxtapose of his dark hair only brought out the intensity within his oceanic colored eyes as you studied him for a moment. Strong for someone so lean you’d observed from a distance before as you now caught the peak of the muscle of his forearm as he neared you. Those blue-green eyes never leaving you, you noticed, as he seemed to be sizing you up as well.

He was roguishly handsome, you admitted to yourself before quickly shutting that thought down in your head. Clearing your throat and your thoughts, you then retorted and lowered your voice seductively, “Come now, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Silco merely chuckled and resumed his encroachment, “I’m sure you would; however, there are consequences to be had for what you’ve done. Surely you understand?”

“Consequences? Hmm, sounds a bit kinky,” you said with a wink and a grin as a few of the younger kids in the crowd visibly blushed and/or coughed. “We don’t even know each other.”

“I beg to differ, my dear. We are well aware of who you are,” Silco began as he came to stand mere inches in front of you, purposefully invading your personal space, “though only by reputation, not in name.”

“Give me an audience. I promise I won’t waste your time. Maybe I’ll even tell you my name? Besides, I made sure your little storage shed was cleaned out of the supplies of importance and also ensured there was no one there when I set it ablaze. Just wanted your attention and, well, here we are.”

The tension in the air was shifting and everyone in the vicinity seemed to pick up on it with the space you and Silco held being its epicenter. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Silco grip his dagger harder within his hand and the others surrounding you both took that as a queue to ready themselves. His patience obviously waning, you and Silco proceeded to stare each other down for a few moments, the few inches separating the both of you electrified with every second that passed. He was the one to break the moment, but only after several minutes of palpable silence had passed.

“Why?”

You blinked. You were expecting many things. Being asked why wasn’t near the top of that list. You considered Silco for only a fraction of a second after the initial surprise of his question and decided to drop the act and answer honestly.

“Because I believe in Zaun.”

Silco took a short step back away from you, narrowed his eyes, and gave you a searing look that felt like he was peering into your very soul, as if he was searching for some proof of what you’d said being false. The smiles and your flirtatious nature had been immediately dropped with your last words as you merely arched an eyebrow back at him, daring him to question the truth in what you’d just told him. You watched as he then straightened himself to his full height above you, seeming to come to whatever conclusions he’d gleaned as he then hummed under his breath.

Suddenly, garnering everyone in the small group’s attention, a loud whistle came a rooftop across from them. You spied what looked to be a teenage girl making some sort of large arm and hand signals to the group below. You heard a few within the group murmur the girl’s name was Sevika as they then looked to their leader in front of you with concern. Silco visibly tensed and then shook his head while the others surrounding you started to spread out. A few of them, you noted, had looks of panic set into their faces.

“Well, sweetheart,” he began as you scowled at the sarcastic term of endearment he’d used at you, “it appears you may get a chance to prove yourself a bit. Your little bonfire has drawn the attention of the Enforcers, it seems.”

Your scowl deepened. You’d gone to certain lengths to ensure that the Piltoverian guard that generally kept eyes on this part of town were, well, taken care of, before you’d started your little show here today. Something must have changed…or someone else alerted them. The latter thought had you seething, knowing it had to of been someone within the Sons’ ranks.

Damnit.

“I’m at your service,” you state bluntly. “Oh, and if you ever call me sweetheart again, darling, don’t be surprised if you wake up to my blade in a less than pleasant location.”

Silco chuckled before raising his voice slightly to you and the group before him. “Pair up and spread out. Meet back at The Drop and be careful to avoid being followed in the process,” he began as the group almost immediately dispersed and then his eyes fell on you. “You’re with me.”

Silco went to grab your arm to lead you away as you rolled your eyes. You both; however, froze on the spot when a bullet went whizzing past your ear and lodged in the wall behind you. From behind him, you spied an Enforcer sniper on a rooftop opposite of where you’d previously seen the teenage girl that alerted you. A pit of cold settled into your stomach knowing now without a doubt that someone used your efforts today against you and the Sons of Zaun and had alerted the Enforcers well enough ahead of time to allow for them to setup at least one sniper, no less. The sniper was preparing yet another shot when you and Silco started darting out of the open and into the alleyways nearby.

You both had not made it very far in before your arm was yanked harshly from behind and you were slammed and pinned against the wall of an adjoining alley. Venom was in his gaze as Silco held you in a crushing grip.

“You have ten seconds to explain what the fuck is going on here!” he seethed thru his obvious fury while attempting to control the volume of his voice so as to not alert others to your location.

“I should be asking you the same thing!” you spat back at him as you squirmed within his grip and eyed both edges of the alleyway you were pinned within for signs of Enforcers. “I work alone, Silco. That means it’s easier to keep things secret. There’s no one to tell. Why the fuck would I come to join forces only to give you away? I’m here to help your fucking cause, not end it!”

He pushed your shoulders deeper into the wall as he lifted you with ease up and off the ground with a strength you weren’t aware his wiry frame possessed, “Then how did they know ahead of time? It’s clear—”

“It’s clear to me,” you quickly interrupted him. “That your ten seconds are up and if we’re not careful to continue this conversation at a later date, we are both going to end up dead!”

Silco let out a growl as he proceeded to immediately release his grip on you and you struggle to hold your footing as you land awkwardly and lean back against the wall to regain your balance. Without allowing you any time, he then grabbed you by the arm and pulled you forward with him to the edge of the alley way before guiding you both to scramble up a drainpipe and to the rooftops above.

You followed him at a break-neck pace across several buildings before he signaled you to halt and crouch out of sight next to him behind a wall leading up to a higher floor of the building you were on. He placed his finger to his lips as you nodded before you watched him begin to creep out into the open. Alarmed that you’d spied a few Enforcers a ways back, also atop the buildings you passed by at this level and in the fact they might see him once exposed, you hastily grabbed at the back of his shirt and pulled him back into you. Silco leveled you with an angry glare.

“You’re going to be seen in two seconds of crawling out into the open like that,” you whispered to him. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“I need to know if we’re still being tailed unless you had any better ideas,” he growled at you under his breath. “We cannot lead them back to The Drop.”

You shoved him a bit off of you and looked around before your eyes caught how high up the building you were on went. Silco watched you intently as your face took on a calculating expression as you began to chart your coarse mentally for what was to come next. You then checked over both edges of the wall you were hiding behind with him before you voiced your plan.

“There were four on either side as we were running in this direction earlier,” you began softly under your breath, still scanning the area and listening for any noises of movement surrounding you both. “Sorry to scold you, but the rooftops are my favorite territory usually and you may just not have noticed and I didn’t want you shot.”

“How kind,” Silco stated with a bitter, sarcastic tone. “I’m not new at this, you realize.”

“I do. I also realize we’re both in a bit of a mess here,” you said with a scowl. “You have someone playing both sides within your ranks.”

You watched as Silco’s eyes narrowed a bit and then looked around. “I know,” he stated with no small amount of disdain. “We’ll handle that later. I can only hope the others get back safely at this point.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m fairly certain they’re after either me or you from what I’d noticed in how they followed us out of there.”

Silco’s eyes widened at that, “Are you certain?”

“Not yet, but that’s part of my plan,” you began as you pulled your hood over your head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’m going to check to see if we’ve lost them or if they’re still following us. From a safer spot, that is, than walking out in plain view. Keep a lookout for me, will you?”

As Silco began to object, you turned, ignored him, and began to scale the wall you’d both been crouched against, still remaining in its shadow. It took a few minutes until you reached the desired height at the peak of the turret the wall formed into that you were climbing. Once there, you tested and then held onto a bracket sticking out of the stonework before you swung wide to get a glance at the area around you from this height. You blocked out the sunlight of dusk from your eyes and squinted to see if you could still tell where the four you’d passed were as well as if any other of Piltover’s finest were in your area.

You’d expected to see a few of them had abandoned the chase. The complete lack of seeing any of them in the area made you frown. They had every intent of taking one or the other of you today with how they had chased you with fervor when you both had taken to the rooftops. While your general opinion of the enforcers were that they were lazy at best, they still were not known to abandon things so very quickly. This also seemed to be a planned effort. You grimaced. Something wasn’t right here at all.

You looked down and saw Silco watching you, several feet below you, in the shadow of the building. He made a gesture as if to ask if you saw anything. Still hanging by one arm off the bracket, you shrugged slightly with the other arm and moved to start to make your way back down. You froze when a glint of something caught your eye to your left and you snapped your view towards it only in time to realize it was sunlight shining off the barrel of a gun as it fired at you. You spun and slammed into the side of the wall off the bracket attempting to dodge the bullet and while you escaped it hitting anything vital, it still struck you across the arm that had held the bracket as you let out a yelp.

Silco watched from below as you narrowly avoided completely losing your grip on the wall. Losing control for a few seconds, you slid harshly down, the stone and wood of the building pulling up your shirt and scraping your abdomen, chest, and the ends of your fingers before you found purchase again within its cracks and molding and held tight for a few seconds as you caught your breath. Coming to your senses, you quickly looked left and right to see if you were at least out of range as you then began the somewhat painful descent downward on your raw fingertips. Your mid-section burning from the scrape as you descend the wall.

Silco had moved to stand beneath where you were at on the wall to help you the remaining part of the way as he pulled you downward. Without realizing, he grabbed your waist to lead you to the roof below his feet and inadvertently grabbed across the scratched flesh under your shirt. You hissed in pain as he quickly released you and sat you down. “You were hit.”

“Among other things,” you deadpanned and then suck air between your teeth in a bit of pain as he looked you over for injuries. “I’ll be fine. Just nicked me, really.”

“And here I’d thought you had a plan,” he said, attempting to lighten the situation, as you just glared at him. “How many did you spot?”

“Well, no one until that fucker shot me. Maybe they paired down now that they’d narrowed their pursuit to us…or likely me, really.”

“You?”

“I was up too high for any normal person to be looking up there. With being sniped, I’m almost sure they knew to look high. Honestly, I’d thought I was far less predictable than this,” you sighed and winced as he examined the bullet wound in your arm. “Maybe you should just ditch me here and go on without me.”

Silco hummed, “Maybe��you’re just fluffing up your own ego and are out of ideas?”

You glared daggers at him, once again with a scowl as he grinned a bit.

“Or maybe I have an idea?” he started again with a shrug. “If you’re willing to listen. Tell me – where was the shooter?”

You point in the direction the bullet came from, “From this level, that direction. Must have been on someone’s balcony, perhaps? I’m not quite sure since I didn’t see the bastard until right before he shot.”

“All right,” Silco began as he reached down and squeezed at your good arm, that’d not been shot, in reassurance. You watched the motion a bit confused and jumped a bit at his touch, not having been around people this close nor having anyone try to reassure you for many years at this point. He frowned a bit before continuing, “You stay right here. I’m going to go see where our shooter might be and try to take care of him so we can sneak down and away from here.”

“Silco, they know we’re here.”

“They know you’re here, you said it yourself. They won’t see me coming, sweetheart,” he grinned and winked before moving in the shadow of the wall to the edge of the rooftop and then disappearing over the side before you could protest.

He’s going to get himself killed, you thought with a grimace and pulled yourself further out of view against the wall and waited. It was several minutes of quietly waiting there in the shadows before you started to hear sounds of a scuffle coming from the building nearby. Instinct drove you to stand and edge your way to the corner, still in hiding, as you attempted to get some view of whatever was happening that you were certain Silco was the cause of. Unable to see anything at all from this vantage point, your curiosity got the best of you as you laid down and crawled your way to the edge of the roof to see if you could obtain a better view while still out of sight. You winced as pain burned through your scratched torso as it dragged across the shingles of the rooftop and you came to the edge in order to get a view of things.

Just as you peered over to the direction you’d thought you’d seen the enforcer sniper shoot you from, you suddenly saw an individual come crashing through the window into the air and then fall harshly to the street below making an sickly, loud, crumpling noise as their body seemed to fold on top of itself as it landed. A few screams from bystanders a block or two down that witnessed the event were the only other sounds you’d heard in the vicinity as you then looked back up to the balcony edge he’d been thrown from to find a very smug Silco wiping blood from his mouth and staring straight at you. Appearing to be unharmed for the most part, you watched him wipe the blood from his dagger and hands on the side of his pants before sheathing it back in his boot and then looking back up to you.

“It was only the one,” Silco shouted up to you as you looked around in alarm and shushed him. “Don’t worry, I checked around, there’s no one in earshot that cares about us at this point. Whatever are you doing over there when I’d told you to stay put?”

You pull yourself up on all fours before sitting back on your knees as your arm held your midsection that still stung, “Maybe I’m not used to being ordered around?”

“Maybe you’ll need to if you’ll be joining us,” he stated more seriously to you in less of a shout, but loud enough for you to hear across the now relatively quiet area. When you stayed quiet for a few moments without any retort, he then followed with, “Can you climb down without hurting yourself again?”

You rolled your eyes with enough drama you were sure he could see it from across the street, flipped him a lewd gesture, and after looking around, made it over to the edge of the rooftop where Silco had previously dropped down and followed suit, albeit wincing the entire way. You met Silco down by the enforcer’s body that he was ransacking for anything of worth. Silco turned to look at you and his eyes widened instantly concerned.

“I’d thought he only hit you in the arm?” His concerned voice started as he stood and moved to touch you but seemed to catch himself, thinking better of it.

You looked down to where his hand had been moving towards to see the front of your shirt stained with blood, “Shit.” A sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head, “In my graceful attempts to dodge said hit I may have tried to slide down the building and scraped myself a bit.”

“Your entire front of your shirt is bloodied. I’d say that’s more than a bit.”

“I’m fine.”

Silco pinched between his brow with his fingers as he gave an annoyed sigh before suddenly grabbing you by the forearm and dragging you out of the middle of the street into an alleyway before stopping and waving his hand at you, “Show me.”

“What? No, I’m fine. Just – shouldn’t we get back to The Last Drop? We’ve wasted plenty of time—“

“You either show me here, with a little privacy, or you show me there amidst everyone and their mother in the Lanes that haunts that place. Now c’mon. I need to know if this is going to be an issue later on.”

Tired from the drama of the day and the drama of the man standing before you, you huffed out a, “Fine,” before pulling up the front of your shirt.

Of course this would be one of the days you decided to go without a bra as Silco got more of an eyeful than what he’d bargained for. His eyes widened briefly before you watched him swallow hard and then school his gaze to something more clinical as he observed your injuries.

“Might want to steer clear of rough walls for a bit,” he deadpanned as you shoved your shirt back down. “Sliced you up pretty good, but nothing we can’t tend to once we’re back home.”

Home, the word caught you a bit. You’d not called anywhere home since you were very, very young.

“You talk like I’m already a part of this gang of yours,” your voice came out huskier than you intended as he took a step towards you.

“Not just for me to decide, but I think you have a shot,” he said before he gave you a lopsided grin. “You know, as long as you don’t get in another fight with a wall before we get there.”

“Asshole,” you said as you swatted at his arm and he chuckled a bit.

“C’mon. We should get back before Vander starts to worry and sends someone out after us,” he said as he motioned for you to follow him as he begins to pull a cigarette from within his pockets and searches for his lighter.

Before you move, you say your name quietly out loud and you watch Silco stop dead in his tracks. Without turning around and merely angling his head back towards you, he says your name as if testing it on his lips. Only then did he turn around and offer a spare cigarette he held between his long fingertips. You consider it a few moments, having just coughed your way into being seen earlier, and then give into temptation as you take it from him, your fingers brushing against his briefly. He moves forward and ignites the lighter as you bring the hand-rolled cigarette to your lips and allow him to light it for you.

“I’d forgot to ask,” you said after a long drag and as he starts to walk out of the alley once again as you follow.

“Yes?”

“Is any of that blood on you actually yours?”

Silco huffed a bit as he took a drag before a side of his mouth quirked upwards, “He got one punch on me before he went window diving and split my lip a bit. Pretty sure I’m on the verge of dying. If I don’t make it back, let Vander know I died a hero.”

“Are you always this much of a cheeky git?” You asked with a snort.

“Always, sweetheart.”

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Words: 5,149 Rating: Explict Warnings: Light BDSM (Kinbaku), smidge of knife-play Summary: After a grueling few weeks of chaos in the Lanes, Silco has a surprise for you. Relationships: Silco x F!Reader (established relationship implied), Silco x You AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41622300

It’s a question of lust, it’s a question of trust.

It’s a question of not letting what we’ve built up crumble to dust.

It is all of these things and more,

That keep us together.

“Question of Trust” – Depeche Mode

You weren’t quite sure yet what this evening was leading towards, but it had promise. Tantalizing promise, you thought, as Silco led you by the hand and up the stairs of The Last Drop. The thundering beat of the music seemed to fade to your own heartbeat between your ears with each step as he took his time leading you to the door of his office.

Silco stopped before the door and turned towards you, a glint of mischief in his gaze as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your fingertips before releasing his hold on it. Without losing eye contact nor a word yet spoken between you both to this point, he then reached behind him and opened the door with a flourish. The usually dim light of his office at this time of night was illuminated with his desk lamp, alone, under normal circumstances. Tonight, however, this was replaced with candlelight that was placed all throughout the room. You walked further in to also find a few more items had been changed around as you eyed his desk had been completely cleared, the chair that sat off to the side of it moved out of the way, and the candles that had been lit were strategically arranged near but not on the desk in the room to ensure proper lighting was centralized to the area that held the desk.

The click of the lock on the door behind you drew your attention as you almost jumped at the noise in the otherwise quiet room. A soft laugh escaped your lips as you grinned widely and almost began to turn to Silco behind you; however, he beat you to it in coming up quickly at your back as his hands and arms snaked over your front and you felt his lips at your ear.

“I’ve been neglecting you, dearest,” he said as goosebumps crawled across your skin at his breath on your neck and the rumble of his voice you could feel within his chest pressed to your back. You begin to attempt to object when his teeth on the shell of your ear stops your words and he nibbled there before licking the spot where they once were. “You and I both know I’m right. Zaun can be a cruel mistress, at times, and I fear she’s had me away from you for far too long.”

A grin spread wide across your face as you lean back into his embrace, his arms curling and roaming even more: one snaking up under the hem of your shirt and the other tracing up your sternum, over your neck, to then cup your jaw and turn towards him so you could look him in the eye. While he was correct in stating that neither of you had been able to properly have time for each other in the last couple of weeks, you would never hold that against him and concern ebbed in your mind that he would even remotely believe that as your brow knitted together and you slithered round in his grasp to fully face him, his arms adjusting to still hold you tight.

“Silco, I know you have responsibilities. So do I. You know I’d never—” you began as he stopped your continuing with two fingers across your lips.

He shook his head slightly as he gave a slight, lopsided smile, “I know.” Silco admitted and pushed a bit of hair out of your eyes with his hand before he continued to speak. “That doesn’t change the fact that I’ve not shown you just how much you mean to me the last few weeks. I’d show you every second of every day if I could. I need you to know, especially after—”

He paused and swallowed audibly at his last words. You knew the rest of what he was going to say. There had been several close calls in the last few months with how the aggression within the Piltoverian factions as well as the Chembarons had increased. Things were volatile on all sides and there was a moment where you had been caught in the crossfire that came closer than either of you would have preferred. Were it not for Jinx’s quick thinking and a shimmer factory nearby, you might have died that very night. His gaze glossed over a bit where you could tell his mind had wandered, likely to that night, as you shook your head and placed your hands on either side of his face to draw his attention back to the present.

“Hey,” you started as he looked at you. “That was the past. Come back to now with me, eh? I’m okay. I’m right her--”

Suddenly he was kissing you – a fierce, possessiveness to it as he pulled you impossibly close to him and in doing so, revealing just how very hard he was as his cock pressed against your lower abdomen as you gasped into the kiss. A hot streak of lust shot through your core as you kissed him back with equal fervor, unable to resist. The kissed lasted until you both had to come up for air, barely parting as you shared breath a few moments reeling from its sudden intensity, your foreheads pressed together. Silco was the first to break the moment with a dark chuckle that surprised you.

“I’d not brought you here, tonight, to be so sentimental,” he chided himself. “Rather, I had something special planned just for you.”

“You had, had you?” you say in the most exaggerated, sultry voice you could muster as you ground your hips against his. “Do tell.”

“Behave,” Silco’s voice deepened as he leveled you with a commanding gaze and tapped the end of your nose with his own. “Do you want your surprise or not?”

“Fine,” you said as you feigned disappointment and fiddled a bit with his tie. “I promise to ‘behave’.”

“You know,” he began with another slight grin as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and then casually made his way over to the sofa, “you’ve never been a good liar, darling.” Silco then proceeded to sit down, clip the end off a fresh cigar, and lit it.

“Now strip,” he ordered, abruptly, as cigar smoke rolled from his lips.

A bark of incredulous laughter escaped your lips as you had thought you heard him wrong, “Excuse me? Did you just ask me to strip?”

The ember of the cigar glowed briefly, illuminating his entire face in the darker portion of the office, before dimming again, leaving only his corrupted eye to glow in the space of the room. “I believe I was quite clear in the ask,” he said with a hint of playfulness.

“I’d thought you’d said it was a surprise for me?”

“I did.”

“But I’m the one being asked to strip?”

“That is correct.”

“And how is that a surprise for me?”

“Your surprise requires,” he began while inhaling on the cigar once more, mid-sentence, you were certain for dramatic effect, “a bit less clothing on you in order to enact.”

“Oh,” you stated simply as you strained your eyes focus to try to see his expression in the dark. Bastard knew what he was doing in illuminating the room just so where it was impossible to see his face but leaving you at center stage. He had planned for this as well as what was to come. “Well then. In that case, I suppose I could indulge you. Since I’m already here.”

Of course, as this was rather a surprise this evening, you had not known to dress for the occasion and had worn one of the more complicated outfits you owned. You began hastily unbuckling the buckles of your shirt first and moved to shuck it quickly off before his voice interrupted you.

“Slowly, dear, for I’ll be indulging you as well, soon enough.”

The man definitely had a way with words, you thought, as you attempted to regain your senses and your mind wandered a bit to what he might have been insinuating with that statement. You huffed a bit in frustration after that, never being one very good at doing anything slowly. An idea then struck you and if he wanted it slow, then he’d get it slow. Two can play this game, you thought as you reached down into your boot and pulled out your dagger. You watched as he sat forward a bit once your blade caught in the candlelight and you grinned as you lifted it to the remaining buckle on your shirt…and sliced it clean through. The remainder of your shirt slid slowly off your shoulders, and you used the tip of the blade to guide it further down before it then fell completely to the floor to pool at your feet.

With a twist of your wrist, the dagger was then turned upwards and you pulled your arm behind your back and leaned forward slightly, never once taking your eyes off Silco’s figure in the darkness. Your first movement of the blade sliced easily through one of your bra straps. You then licked your lips and guided the dagger to swipe and cut cleanly through the other strap. Satisfaction that you had garnered his full attention filled you when you watched the cherry of the cigar fall, forgotten about, to the floor in front of him.

When you cut off the band of the bra and it fell to the floor below to join your shirt, you could have sworn you heard him gasp and that you saw the embers of his eye burn even brighter within the darkness that concealed him from your full view – your upper body now on full display. He had already been hard earlier when he had held you close, you could only imagine how strained he must feel now.

How delightful, you thought with a wicked grin and straightened a bit back, giving a better view of your breasts in the candlelight for him to peruse. You then traced the underside of each of your breasts with the blade’s tip before turning the point downward and sliding it down the side of your pants, cutting through their leather like butter. As your blade neared the boots you still wore, you grimaced to yourself, and heard a dark chuckle come from Silco.

Well, fuck. We can’t all be smooth at all times, I suppose.

You dropped the dagger to the ground with a slight clang and yanked your boots off in the frustration that you didn’t have the foresight to remove them before slicing your pants off. The chuckling from your partner on the sofa in the room merely deepened as you pulled off your shoes, your frustration winning you over, and you decided to chuck them across the room into the shadows where he sat – hoping to aim for his head. Silco caught them each, neatly and one-handed no less, as he then rose from the sofa and extinguished what remained of his cigar before approaching you.

You crossed your arms with a huff as he came to stand before you.

“Looks like you forgot something,” he chided you as he leaned down to collect the blade from the floor. Instead of giving it back to you, however, he then lightly traced a line from your ankle up to the string of your panties before slicing one side and then quickly the other, clean through. A quick movement with his hand then had him toss the blade across the room to where it embedded itself in the back of his office door…panties hanging from there along with.

“New décor?” you asked with a grin.

“I have eclectic taste in art,” he stated heatedly as he then pried your arms slowly apart and spread them wide to get a good look at you. “So beautiful.”

You smiled warmly at the compliment as he traced the lines of your face with gentle fingers before kissing you again. Silco slowly drew his fingers around the edges of your body, as if he were tracing it, before he ended the kiss. He then started to undo his tie and top buttons of his shirt as you grinned and leaned in to help him undress. Surprising you, he quickly snatched up your wrists in his hand, his tie still in the other, and moved within his lips near your ear.

“Do you trust me?” Simple words that sent chills down to your core with excitement.

“Of course,” you say without hesitation.

Silco’s eyebrow arched playfully before he then took his silken tie and proceeded to wrap it around your eyes to blindfold you.

“I don’t get to watch?” You said with a pout.

“In due time,” you heard his voice near your ear once again as he then turned you and guided you back within the room and you felt your ass bump against the cold of the brass that adorned his desk edges. “I’ve something special planned tonight, my dear. Something I may have had help from Ran to ensure I got this just right for you.”

Silco could not miss your eyebrows from beneath the tie raise up high on your brow at that admission. You and Silco had both known over time where some of Ran’s tastes and specialties lie within multiple bondage techniques. Honestly, it revealed itself in a night of torture of one of the Chembaron’s goons that had overstepped, and they were being infiltrated by them for more information. You had joked with Ran about how they seemed to be enjoying this entirely too much and one thing in the conversation led to the other and you ended up regretting not being able to take notes to the ideas they had given you to try out on Silco later. Not that Ran was aware you were going to use them on the boss at that time.

Silco was more than happy to oblige your interest in the sport when you presented the first of many kinks you wanted to try in the bedroom they had suggested. Eventually, you had even revealed your source of ideas to him and in doing so, now found yourself naked, blindfolded, and set against his desk completely vulnerable to whatever he desired. You grinned wickedly at the thrill of things to come.

Defying his own edict in attempting to behave, Silco had the audacity to then press himself against your bare body, trapping you against the desk, as he ground his length against you. Before you had a moment to open your mouth and chastise him for it, though, he then grabbed you under your ass and hoisted you into sitting on the desk as you gave out a slight squeak.

“That was rather rude. Here I thought you’d said to behave? Or is this one of those ‘do as I say, don’t do as I do’ moments from you?”

“Are you going to shut up and enjoy this or am I going to have to gag you as well?” he asked in a slightly frustrated tone.

Wouldn’t be the first time, you almost blurted out before biting your tongue and swallowed that thought down hard. Oh, how you loved riling him up, sometimes. He hummed at your non-response before walking away from you, leaving you feeling exposed there sitting naked on the desk. You then heard him shuffling with something in the corner and realized he was putting a record on the gramophone by the familiar sounds being made. A classical tune you recognized started to play in quiet tones as the music filled his office. You knew this to be one of his favorites: a lengthy, orchestral piece that started slow and then built into a thunderous crescendo towards the end.

You were in for it tonight, you thought as you couldn’t help to once again grin like a fool to yourself.

Another noise within the room, this one behind you, of Silco opening his desk drawer, removing something, and then closing it again. You heard him walk round in front of you again and then felt, as you jumped a bit, as he placed his hands on either side of your hips on the desk. You then felt him use the blade of his nose to trace your jawline from one side to the other before whispering in your ear.

“Do you remember our safe word?” He asked as his voice seemed to dip an octave.

You nod your head and he pulls your earlobe into his mouth to suckle it a bit as you intake breath sharply.

“Words, dearest. Use your words. Do you remember our safe word?” He repeated himself.

“Yes.”

“See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He began as you then felt what at first was his fingertips to be something else, coarse fiber of some sort, he was running along the same line on your jaw as his nose previously trailed. “Tonight will be about your pleasure. About sensations. To make you feel…to allow me to worship every inch of you before I take you.”

Your nipples hardened instantly as you felt the material circle them before he dropped his voice lowly again with words that almost made you cum right then and there, “And I will be taking you against this very desk before the evening is over. Claiming you. For you are mine and mine alone.”

“Yours,” you say in a breath, unable to help yourself.

Silco then began his methodical and sensual movements across your body, as if he were drawing a path on a map with the rope you’d realized was the fibrous material he’d been using on you. He would mark a path on your skin, exploring with his fingers and mouth, and then following the path with the rope as he would tie small knots as he weaved it over specific areas of your torso.

Suckling.

Kissing.

Marking.

Cherishing.

Every inch of you felt feverish and electrified by his touch. You slowly realized that he seemed to have planned out even the timing of the music and its impending crescendo with how he moved across you, slowing binding you within the cage of rope. By the time he seemed to reach completion, as the song neared its end, you found your arms bound behind your back as well, limiting your movement a bit as it was a piece of the weaving upon the rest of your body. Surprisingly, you did not feel trapped, rather, held within the rope’s confines as he’d left specific swaths of flesh open and exposed within the web of rope against your skin.

You let out a short gasp as he tested the binding by pulling on the rope at your back that connected your bound wrists to your frame, causing you to arch your back slightly erect on his desk. He held the rope down, pinning you in position, with one hand while he stepped between your legs at the front of the desk and licked and suckled on the peaks of your pebbled nipples, his teeth occasionally gently biting their tip as well. A shuddered breath escaped your lips along with his name.

“Are you enjoying this, my love?” A breathless ask escaped his lips that then journeyed further down your abdomen on the exposed spaces across your skin.

A short word of confirmation was all you were able to muster, your mind lust addled heavily with the sensations across your body as he continued his ministrations. He snuck his hand behind your back and released the bind then that held your wrists to your body, still keeping your them loosely bound, but allowing them to comfortably be lifted over your head with ease. He then moved between your legs and pulled them and you further towards his face on the desk, his breath hot against your wet cunt. A shiver of anticipation shot throughout your body. Your legs now draped over his shoulders as he then dove into your folds like a starved man, causing you to attempt to arch your back and move to grab at him, but finding you were unable to as you lie trapped within his bounds.

“Fuck,” escaped your lips as he hummed against your clit and your eyes rolled back within your head at the sensation.

He then used the ropes that wrapped around your torso to pull you even closer to his face, that damned nose of his that you were now certain was made to just for you, pressed into your sensitive clit as his tongue lashed deep within you, followed by his fingers that rolled even deeper as they found a spot within that had you clenching around them. A low laugh escaped him against you as he felt you tighten around his fingers. The urge to rip the blindfold from your eyes to see his face was overwhelming as a small whine escaped your lips. It was all too much and yet not enough as you felt your first climax overtake you, your body straining within the binds as it shook against your orgasm.

Silco then removed his fingers and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew the sounds that your ears heard was that of him licking your wetness from his fingertips, a popping noise added to the end as they moved out of his mouth.

“I need you,” you moan at the lack of his touch, even for a few moments.

“Such a greedy thing,” he chided playfully as he tweaked one of your nipples before devouring it with his mouth once again. “I love the very taste of you,” he began, almost to himself. “It’s like I can never get enough.” His mouth roamed yet again as he pulled you upwards by the bindings around your chest until he found his way to your mouth, kissing you deeply, your own taste still evident upon his lips.

You once again, by instinct, move to wrap your arms about him, but then upon being restricted remembered your wrists were still lightly bound. As if reading your mind, you then hear a quick noise to your left as you then feel the cold press of something against one of your wrists before you then feel it set free. The same sensation and movements are then applied to your other wrist, freeing them and your arms to move as you instantly wrap them round his back and up onto his neck and into his hair.

“I want to see you,” you state as you hear a metal clang behind you and feel his arms come up on either side and his hands move to undo the tie that served as your blindfold.

Much to your delight, the first thing your eyes would feast upon was a genuinely wrecked looking Silco. His hair had fallen into his face, lips swollen from ravaging your skin and folds, and his eyes…

You weren’t sure which eye burned more intensely as lust was marked deeply within them both and they burned into yours.

You could drown in his eyes, you’d thought, as he seemed to take a moment to take you in. The oceanic blue-green that could swallow you within its depths and the fiery black and orange of the other, threatening to burn you from within. Silco had moments like this where he seemed to devour you with his gaze. Unable to help yourself, you then pull him to you, kissing him fiercely and wrapping your legs around him to pull him against you and the desk. Matching your ferocity, he grabbed onto the rope binding that still adorned your torso, causing a delicious friction and sensations across your skin, and pulled you even closer against him as he ground his hard length, still within his trousers, against your core.

A shuddered breath escaped your lips as you commanded and pulled his hair within your hands, “I need you in me. I need you in me now.”

He swiftly grabbed a handful of your hair at the back of your head and pulled your head back so he could look down his nose at you with a sneer, “I’m not generally used to taking orders from anyone.” Silco leaned down to bite and suck at your neck before making a trail to your ear to whisper darkly, “But I’m willing to make an exception, just for you.”

His one hand still in your hair, his other began to swiftly unbutton his pants and you felt his head bump your core as it was freed, “Only you. Always you. I am yours.”

In a swift movement he aligned himself, pulled at the ropes near your hips, and slammed into you in a single, harsh thrust before he stilled at the sensation as he was fully seated within you. Your slick of your previous orgasm still allowing him to slide too easily in to fill you throughout. You cried out at first, as the surprising movement briefly took your breath before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him forward onto you, and rocked your hips and you clenched around him. Silco’s head fell forward and he snaked his arms under your shoulders and held onto the ropes atop them before beginning to move in and out of you.

“You feel,” he began, his voice revealing just how completely wrecked he was as he didn’t seem able to finish his sentence before thrusting back into you as deep as he could go.

“Too good,” you finish his words before you let out a loud shout as he strikes a spot deep within you that has you seeing stars.

Between the stimulation of the ropes, Silco’s damned vest buckles against your sensitive breasts, and his cock burying itself deep within you, it wasn’t long before your second orgasm overtook you. Your walls clenching hard and fluttering around his length within you as he slowed as you rode out your orgasm. Silco then pulled out of you as you gave him a soft whine.

“That was two, if my count is right,” he started as he pulled and turned you to lie your stomach across the desk, your legs hanging off, and your ass pressed against his still hard, slicked length. “Why don’t we make it three?”

Leaning you forward and taking your hands in his own, Silco stretched your arms up and folded your hands over the opposite edge of the desk. He then used one hand to line his head up to your already throbbing core before he then grabbed onto the rope on either side of your hips.

“You may wish to hold on, dear,” he said and then thrusted into you before you could even think.

A gasp of pleasure escaped your lips and you felt him press himself even deeper into you before slowing a bit to allow you to adjust to the new position and feel. He leaned forward to press his chest to your back, causing the ropes to pull and cause friction throughout your body once again and you felt his face against yours.

“Apologies, dearest, but I fear I’m going to be a bit selfish at this point,” Silco started as you watched one of his hands grab his dagger that had been previously discarded on his desk and in a few swift movements behind your back, you feel the rope casing that had been woven over your body, fall free. His strong forearm snaked under your breasts, lifting you up just enough to slide the remaining woven rope from underneath you, and leaving your bare skin completely exposed to him. “I need to feel you.”

Still seated within you, he then pulled back before thrusting in and out of you with earnest. Silco’s hands feeling over your back before snaking under you to cup your breasts and knead as he thrusted repeatedly into you. You weren’t sure how you were able to maintain the white-knuckled grip you had on the desk edge as he rammed into you, but you did as you also had multiple expletives rolling off your tongue as your pleasure began to once again overtake you. Feeling you near your climax, he slowed and further slid his hands and arms under your chest and over your shoulders.

“Not yet, my lovely.”

“Silco, please. Gods, I’m so fucking close.”

He kissed a trail across your back and over your shoulders, “Together, darling. For me.”

You turned your head to the side to attempt to steal a kiss from the side of his, “Together.”

Silco then removed his hands from beneath you to then have them entwine with yours over the desk edge and started thrusting his hard length into your core once again. His pace picking up swiftly from earlier as he sought his release with you. Perhaps it was the overstimulation of everything from this evening, but in this moment you weren’t sure where you began and Silco ended with how you felt you were merged upon his desk. Everything became you and him as he gained a maddening pace behind you and you began to lose your grip on your control. Just as you felt you weren’t going to be able to hold up your end of the bargain, you heard Silco call out your name behind you, knowing he’d also reached his limit before he slammed into as deep as he could go before you both called out in mutual ecstasy and release.

You both lie there on the desk panting, pressed together tight still as he slumped even further onto you, succumbing to the exhaustion of his release. The music long since ended, the quiet of the room seemed to accentuate the both of your gasps for breath as you came back down from your orgasmic high. Silco pulled out of you after a few moments and gently rolled you onto your back before he lay back over your front across the desk. He cupped your face with his long hands before kissing you sweetly and pressed his forehead against yours, still somewhat out of breath.

“I love you,” Silco shakily stated, from emotion or exhaustion in this moment, you weren’t sure.

You pushed some of his hair that had fallen into his face away before smiling softly up at him, “And I love you. This…this was a nice surprise.”

That earned you a genuine smile from the kingpin as he went to kiss you once more and chuckled.

“Remind me to give Ran a raise,” he said as you laughed heartily.

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