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[spectral-devotee]

About Last Night (Chapter 1) - Viktor x Reader (Explicit)

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One night stands are supposed to be simple, but then again, nothing has ever been simple in Viktor's life.

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You awoke to quite possibly the most annoying sound in existence.

"Ah, shit," you mumbled, haphazardly trying to hit the alarm clock with your hand, knocking off piles of books and god knows what else in the process. "What time is it ?" you groaned. A slim arm went above your head, turning the alarm off. "Nine thirty."

You lazely turned to the man next you, trying to stabilize the pounding in your head. The bitter taste lingering on your tongue was rancid. What did you even have to drink last night ?

"I'm warning you," he said, moving his body closer to yours. "If that was my collector's edition of The Laws of Physics just now, I won't be very happy."

His features slowly came back to your mind, last night playing in your head like a grainy black and white film. The golden eyes, the chestnut hair… the smile, the hands, the touch…What was his name again…? Something russian sounding.

"Viktor." you said, almost surprising yourself. He smirked knowingly: "Glad you remembered me. I wasn't quite sure you would. "

You looked away, unwilling to show him your embarrassment. A moment of awkwardness passed before he cleared his throat.

"So…last night was fun, no ?"

"Yeah." you replied, flashes of memories coming back to you in pieces. Him, everywhere around you, in you, wrapping his hands around your neck… a painful headache interrupted your train of thought. "God, I really need to stop getting hammered like that…"

Viktor smiled, his warm hands snaking around your naked body. "I don't have anywhere to be this morning. Maybe we could… keep researching each other a little more."

You let yourself be tempted for a moment, feeling his teasing touch against your bare breasts, before pushing away from him with some difficulty. "I can't I'm… I'm really late, I really gotta go…"

You got up, immediately missing the warmth of his bed, collecting your scattered clothes on his floor. Why was your bra on his floor lamp ?

"You forgot this." his voice called you back. You turned around the see him toy with your lace panties, making them spin around his index. He ran a finger on the still damp spot at the bottom, inspecting them with sly interest. "Not going to get far without them, are you ?"

Your ears went red and you snatched them away from him, putting them on almost bashfully.

"I don't remember you being this shrewd yesterday." you grumbled.

"I'm even surprising myself."

When you were fully dressed, he got out of bed, grabbing a refined cane thrown next to his nightstand to go get his underwear. You saw big marks of red lipstick covering it's handle and oh God, had you done that ?

"I'm not an expert at these kinds of things." Viktor confessed, looking around for the rest of his clothes. "Is this the part where I ask for your number?"

"I guess it depends if you want it or not."

He smiled at you, genuine, and you felt your heart tug. "Then I would like your number."

You grabbed a pen on his study, writing it down on a piece of paper. "So… I'll see you around?"

"I hope so." he said.

You threw one last look at the man, hair dishevelled, scratches along his torso, love bites all over his body. His smile was heart shatteringly sincere.

You closed the door to his apartment and left.

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"Fuck," you thought. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

You were already an hour late for your first lecture. The way back home was nothing short of a walk of shame, yesterday's drunken confidence all but forgotten. You kept tugging on your too short skirt, unsuccessfully trying to hide the bluish marks already forming around your thighs and ass. You felt everyone's stares in the bus, and the high of last night seemed very, very far away. Images flashed occasionally, the club, the bar, the drinks, the dancing… and him. So different from anyone you had ever met, so strangely alluring… You shook your head, chasing the memory away.

You threw on fresh clothes as soon as you came home, grabbed what would have to do as breakfast, and tiredly headed towards a long day at university.

The rest of your first lecture passed in a blur; you slept through all of it, pretending to bury your nose in your textbook as you snored. Your vague dreams were filled with amber eyes and exasperating sweet nothings whispered in your ears.

Lunch wasn't much better: you couldn't fully feel awake even after three cups of the cafeteria's water downed coffee. You headed to your last lecture feeling like an empty shell of yourself, ready to go home and sleep for the next decade.

You sat down at the end of auditorium, hoping to at least doze off for a while; that, obviously, was not what your two front neighbors had in mind. 

"And so, like, I told him "No way"," a bubbly, almost frantic girl said, arms swinging wildly. "And he was like "Yes way" and like, I said-"

You threw your hoodie on, bumping your forehead against your table, hoping to drown out the sound. Unsurprisingly, it didn't help.

"And did you hear ? Heimerdinger broke a rib playing with his dog. Isn't that crazy ? I think it's crazy."

You perked up slightly at that. Professor Heimerdinger was the one who was supposed to give this afternoon's lecture. Would it be cancelled ?

"Oh yeah, I heard that." the dark skinned man next to her replied, his deep black eyes glinting in amusement. "It's almost funny how much he looks like that dog." The girl shook her head in pity, her bright blue braids swinging along with her. "I kind of feel bad for him, but then again he gave me a C- last semester for "behavioral issues", so…" she grinned, tongue playfully sticking out. "Vi said we'd be getting his assistant for a while." 

"An assistant?" the man replied, visibly surprised. "I didn't know he had an assistant. What's he called ?"

Before she could reply, the class quieted down as someone walked into the room. "The assistant." you assumed, putting your head back down. You'd get to sleep a little in that case. 

You heard him before you saw him.

The repetitive, metallic clatter against the hall's concrete floor, reverberating all the way to you. In an auditorium filled with a hundred students, you heard it, the sound unmistakable even with yesterday's hazy memories. You remembered it close to you as you danced last night, on the way up to his apartment, all the way to his bed.

"Good evening class," Viktor said loudly as he came in, cane in hand. "Is everyone ready to start ?"

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For the next three hours, you stared blankly at the podium, trying to decipher the joke the stars had just thrown at you. It was him, although much more dressed than he had been with you, giving Heimerdinger's lecture on the ethics of science. Like nothing in the world was more normal than that.

"And so one must ask themselves, should you truly wait for permission to change the world? It is a position that many will argue against-"

His words went in one ear and immediately out the other. You couldn't stop thinking about the night before, about his smell, about his taste, about the way he fucked you into his mattress until you saw nothing but stars-

"Alright everyone," Viktor loudly said, "read up to page 60. I will see you all next week." You blinked, surprised, realizing class was already over. You had spent the entire time fantasizing about the man who would most likely be your teacher for the rest of the semester.

Slowly, you gathered your things, feeling dizzy as everyone else left the room. What could you even say to him ? You went down the stairs hesitantly, unsure of your next move. He had already sat back down at his teacher's desk, writing in a compact notebook with focus. His thick eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, biting his bottom lip. He had worn a similar expression the day before, when you were bent between his thighs and sucking his cock. You swallowed with difficulty.

He didnt even notice as you pulled up in front of him, trying to gather the courage to speak up. The pages of the journal he was writing in were overfilled with endless words and complex sketches, and you realized just how much more accomplished he had to be than you. Hesitantly, you said : "Viktor ?"

He looked up. For a second, it looked like he hadn't recognized you, and your heart dropped. Then his golden eyes widened the size of flying saucers; impossibly, he went somehow paler than he already naturally was.

"W-what- why are you here ?" he spoutted out, looking like a deer in headlights. Any words you might have thought of earlier had vacated your mind, and you stared blankly at him, trying to make any sound come out of your mouth.

"School." you finally said. "I have school here. I study. I'm a student. In this class."

He stared at you incredulously, as if you had just grown a second head.

"That is- I'm-" he stuttered. It was hard to believe he had just given an university lecture on eugenics to a hundred people. There was no trace left of yesterday's intoxicating charisma or this morning's impish candor. "This has to be a mistake. This cannot be happening." He massaged his forehead with his fingers, closing his eyes, almost like he hoped you were a mirage that would be gone by the time he reopened them.

"Do we talk about this ?" you questioned worriedly. He opened his eyes again and threw furtive glances around, trying to see if any other students still remained. "Not here," he hissed "Come by my office after 5. I'm… using Heimerdinger's for now."

You acquiesced hesitantly, feeling like you were in some kind of strange, inexplicable dream. You stood silently in front of him for a moment, trying to make him say something, anything else. When that didn't work, you wordlessly left the room, feeling his eyes burn through your back all the way out.

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Viktor rubbed his temple. Twice, for good measure. You were late.

Seeing you in his classroom felt like getting hit by two tons of bricks. He had to wonder if his career, his research, could ever recover from this going public. All of his work…

"This is all Jayce's fault." he thought bitterly.

Like the majority of bad nights in his life, it had been Jayce's birthday. For the fifth year in a row, Jayce had insisted to celebrate in grand fashion at a nightclub.

"But why ?" Viktor had asked, incredulous. "You're already with Mel, what other things could you possibly…do at a club ?"

Jayce winked, dark brown eyes glistening: "Mel and I are together, but it doesn't mean we're exclusive." he explained slyly, crossing his legs. "And Mel never minds when I bring home another pretty lady." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in the most annoying manner possible. "She's real good with them too."

Viktor groaned.

The actual club was about as bad as he expected. The strobing lights made him dizzy, the intense heat made his leg ache, the smell, nauseous. In record time, Jayce already had three women sitting at their table, ordering drinks like he wasn't also on a teacher's assistant payroll.

"And four more shots of vodka for the birthday man!" he shouted gleefully at the bartender; the women giggled.

Every year was the same. Jayce got hammered, convinced Viktor to drink with his frustratingly irresistible charm, and Viktor would end up chugging his own weight in vodka as he contemplated his loneliness and vomited in the ride back home. And yet every year, he still came.

Jayce had been his research partner for years now. Maybe the first person he could truly call a friend. As different as they were, they shared a similar passion for discovery, for science, for helping others with their research. He respected him both as a man, and as a scientist. When Jayce proposed doing their thesis together under Heimerdinger, he accepted. They could do wonders together, he knew it. Change the world for the better. Make things he could only have dreamed of as a child. That, however, implied he had to spend one day every year out of their lab and into the dark, overcrowded lion's den that was a club. He sighed.

"This…is not my speed Jayce. I'm no good here. I dont want to drink, I can't dance," he gestured frustratingly at his cane, "and I certainly can't attract women the way you do. Now, just this once…can I please go home ?"

Jayce seemed to consider him for a moment, expression comically serious for a man who was very surely getting fondled by at least one of the women next to him. "No" he said flatly.

""No?" Jayce, I dont think you were quite listening-"

"No, you listen to me now!" he said with conviction, and dear god, he was using his speech voice. No one could ever refuse him anything when he took that tone. "You've always helped me, Viktor. For as long as I can remember. Now, it's my time to help you." He decisively pushed the rack of shots to Viktor, staring him down. "This is not going to be like last year. Or the year before. What you're gonna do is drink this, go out there," Jayce pointed to the mass of dancing bodies, "and go have fun with someone. Got it ?"

"Jayce-"

"Viktor." Jayce said. "Please."

Viktor exhaled, feeling his will to argue leave him. "Fine." he conceded, chugging the shots of vodka one after the other. Nausea hit fast and hard, and he got up wobbly, holding onto the table for support. Jayce whooped in support. "But if anything happens-" Viktor started. "I know, I know," Jayce said. "Its going to be my fault for not letting you just work yourself to death all night in the lab, like you wanted. Got it. Now go have fun."

Viktor threw him an irritated look, grabbed his cane, and headed towards the dancing crowd. The heat was unbearable, the air thick and heavy. He recognized the song as something Jayce would sometimes put when they worked together in the office. He advanced, weary, barely looking at the faces of those surrounding him. How was he even supposed to talk to someone ? The alcohol was already making him woozy and he almost tripped against a stranger's heeled foot, cane falling down. Before he could bend to pick it up, the woman he bumped against caught it, putting it back into his hand.

"Thank you-"

It took him a moment to register lips were against his. Even longer to understand those lips belonged to someone. Before he could fully process the situation, the woman pulled away, eyes half lidded, twinkling and very much drunk. She was gorgeous.

"You lost this." you said against his ear, caressing his fingers against the cane. Your breath smelled of cherries and at least twenty different kinds of alcohol he was quite certain weren't meant to be mixed.

He stared at you in utter confusion: "You just- I-"

"Wanna dance ?" you smiled like nothing had happened. He nodded hesitantly, still stunned, and you were against him again, swaying your hips to the rythm of the music. He put a shy hand against your back, gripping his cane with the other. "I'm Viktor." he said over the loud music. You grinned. "Viktor…" you breathed out, lips caressing every syllable, making his stomach churn. "It's a pretty name. It fits you." you said, bringing your body somehow closer to his. He felt his own heart beat to the rhythm of the song. "Tell me," you said with the bluntness only drunks could muster, "Why the cane, Viktor ?"

He stared down at it, unsure how to answer. "I've always had a… weak constitution. It's a necessary evil."

You stared at him, seemingly pensive, before bending out and kissing the handle between his fingers; he almost choked.

"Not so evil now, is it ?" you asked playfully as you came back up, bringing your lips close to his.

"I'm…" he started, voice strangled. He could feel the tip of his ears burning, the vodka already muddling his thoughts into incoherent garble. "You would be right, yes." You smiled again, honeyed and sweet, and he felt your hips begin to grind against his. He sensed his pants grow tight. He couldn't remember the last time he had let himself feel this way, with a stranger no less. If he didn't stop it now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself later.

"You look like a stressed man, Viktor." you said against his lips, interrupting his thoughts. He stared into your hypnotic gaze; was he so easy to read ? "How about you just let it all go for tonight ? I'm sure you deserve it." 

You kissed him again, sweetly, before pulling away, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could let his research go for one night. Maybe, he thought, staring at your still glossy, pink lips, maybe this was what Jayce meant by learning to have fun.

He grabbed you by the waist with one hand and crashed his lips against yours, feeling you tense in surprise. If anything, he was just as astonished at his own action. His worries dissipated when you quickly melted in his arms, slipping your tongue in his mouth, the feeling electric. In his fervor, he bit your bottom lip, any remaining fears shifting into satisfaction as he heard you moan against him. You wormed you thighs around his working leg, memorizingly rubbing against him. You bit his lip ferociously and he pulled away for air, slightly gasping. For a moment, he was alone with you in the club, faced with nothing but your beautiful, enamoured expression, licking your mixed saliva off your lips.

Then, the spell broke, and he realized you were still very much in public. He reddened, sheepishly putting a hand in his hair. "I… didn't expect that." you purred against his chest. "Me neither." he replied. In the background, he vaguely saw a brawny man drunklingly shouting something at him, waving two thumbs up encouragingly. He glared back, bringing you as far away from Jayce as he could. You looked up at him quizzically. "Dont worry about it." he mumbled.

And worry you did not; you wrapped your arms around his neck again, whispering in his ear. "Maybe we could go somewhere with a little more… privacy ?"

Jayce's words came back to him; he did ask him to have fun, but not where to have fun. Would leaving his friend behind really be alright ? On his birthday ? He glanced back at Jayce, finding him now intertwined with a woman from earlier, clearly very occupied if the way her skirt sat almost at her knees meant anything. Jayce would be fine.

"My… apartment isn't that far." he said, measuring his words. "We could take a taxi, if you'd want of course ?"

You smiled, as if you had been waiting all night for him to say those words. "I would love that, Viktor."

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You kissed him until the taxi came, hands nimbly trying to explore as much of his body as humanly possible. A fleeting thought reminded him that Jayce might wonder about his sudden disappearance, but it all but vanished when you started fervently bitting the shell of his ear. He felt dizzy off the attention you gave him, drunken on your touch. He'd barely made it into the car that you were on him again, animalistic, pupils blown.

He absentmindedly gave the chauffeur his address, almost choking mid speech as you lowered a hand inside his pants. The car started.

"What are you doing ?" he hissed silently.

"Nothing much." you shrugged, slinding your hand deeper in.

"This… is illegal, no ?"

"Only if we're caught." you grinned, wrapping your fingers around his length. He flinched at your touch, breath shaky as you started pumping him with your hand; in front, it seemed like the driver hadn't noticed anything. His gaze went back to you, lingering on the way your hand moved under his pants.

"You're pretty big down there, Viktor." you whispered playfully. "Is that what the cane is for after all ?"

Before he could answer indignantly, you picked up the pace and he couldn't prevent a loud curse from escaping him. The driver, still completely obvious, threw a glance in the front mirror. "Everything good back there ?"

Viktor pursued his lips closed, knowing if he tried to open his mouth he'd undeniably moan. "Everything's good." you smiled brightly, as if you weren't stroking his rock hard cock right under the man's nose. "It's a little hot back here, would you mind opening the window a little ?" 

The driver grunted in agreement, opening your side window and focusing back on the road.

"You got bigger." you commented quietly. "Do you like that he doesnt know ?" Viktor cursed again under his breath, feeling his release build up.

"It feels like you do. To me, it feels like you  you're enjoying it. Maybe a little too much." As fast as it had been on him, your hand was off, wiggling out his briefs. You grinned slyly.

"What are you doing ?" he whispered with frustration, his erection almost comically stretching his pants.

"Making you wait." you replied naturally. "I figure if you should cum anywhere, it should be in me." Viktor's eyes widened, his dick twitching in frustration and want. "I will make you pay for that." he mumbled, trying to regain control of himself. You looked at him challengingly: "I'll look forward to it."

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You both limped to his appartment, a mess of limbs woven together. He tried to open his front door as best as he could, hand shaking as you sucked on his neck. You fumbled you way to the bed together, clothes flying left and right, and you pushed him on the soft linen, half naked, straddling his hips.

"Not too much on your leg, pretty boy ?"

He swallowed with difficulty: "No, I'm…quite fine." You smirked and bent down, letting your lips collide against his again. He worked the clasp of your bra, throwing it off in the dark room; it hit something with a loud thud. "Excited, aren't we ?" you said smugly. Instead of replying, he wrapped his mouth against one of your nipples, making you gasp. He sucked fervently, pleased at the sounds you were making, trying to find which angle would make you scream louder. He did truly love researching, after all.

He massaged your other breast with his hand, kneading it vigorously, watching with fascination as the imprints of his fingers marked your fragile skin. When he felt satisfied with his work, he pulled off with a loud pop, admiring what he had done with you. "I did say I'd make you pay for the taxi." he smirked. Your voice came out shaky, trying and failing to be defiant. "Was… that the best you could do ?" you said with pretend confidence.

"I must say, I don't think I've ever met anyone who has been dissapointed in my work. I guess I'll have to put in more effort." Your eyes glinted in silent satisfaction. He gently pushed you down on the bed, climbing on top of you. He slipped two finger inside you, pumping them in and out as you whined.

"So loose already…" he commented, letting a third finger in. "Tell me, did you prepare yourself before coming to the club ? Is this something you do often ?" You only whimpered in response.

"Had it not been me, would you have let someone else do this to you ? Spread your legs to get ready to be bred ?" You cried out as he put a fourth finger in, almost in tears at the sensation. "Viktor…!" you wailed, hands firmly holding his back, nails digging into his skin.

He pulled his hand out, positioning himself between your thighs. His leg throbbed painfully at all the effort, and he gripped your thighs firmly, trying to regain his balance. You would definitely have bruises there come tommorow. You didnt seem like you cared much though; all your thoughts seemed to be focused on getting him inside of you, as you arched your back to get the tip of his hard cock in you.

"Darling," he whispered, caressing your bruised thighs apologetically. "Sweet thing. What do we say ?"

You looked up at him, moaning in urgency: "Please, please, Viktor…!"

He hummed in agreement, finally pushing his cock in you. You both moaned loudly at the feeling, holding onto each other for dear life. He slowly pushed more in and you hiccuped a cry at his size. "Shh," he murmured lovingly, "you're doing such a good job. Such a good job for me."

Finally, he was fully sheathed, cock throbbing inside you. Viktor took a moment to catch his breath, strenght failing him. Instead of the disappointment he expected, you looked up to him as one would a god, caressing his face with the tip of your fingers. "Your eyes are so beautiful…" you breathed out.

His throat tightened. Slowly, he began to move, driving your body into the mattress. You sobbed against him, and he captured your lips again, comforting you. Before long you were wailing his name, his rythm now faster, your hips working in synch with his. He cursed, groaning as he felt his release come. "Please," you said in a broken voice. "Please cum in me."

He broke down, body trembling as he came. Your nails dug in his back as you finally climaxed, and he thought he would forever remember the way you screamed his name.

He pulled out slowly, dead tired, dick still partially up from all the exertion you had put him through in one night.

"You're still hard ?" You mumbled against him.

"I would hardly say that's my fault." he complained back. "You're the one making me that way." You smiled coyly. Languid, you flipped him over and slid under the covers, resting your face against his inner thigh.

"What are you doing?" he said tiredly, slightly excited despite his own body quickly shutting down. You chose not to reply, and took his partially hardened dick in your mouth, lapping off the juices you had both left on him.

His face contorted in pained pleasure, the feeling too much just after his release and the night he had had. He mumbled incoherently, eyes shutting close at the intensity of it, and he whimpered as he felt a second wave come to him. He came again, hips pathetically trying to fuck your mouth, before coughing into his elbow.

"No more." he rasped, trying to keep his eyes open. "You'll kill me."

"And what a way to go." you replied with irony, coming back up and nuzzling against his side. Still, he felt your hand caringly go up his back, stroking it in slight worry. "Fine. I'll let you live for tonight. Goodnight, Viktor."

So this is what Jayce meant, he thought, looking at your naked form huddled against him, when he said to have fun. He smiled.

"Goodnight."

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His thoughts were interrupted when you knocked at the door. He inhaled, trying to center himself.

"Come in."

You walked in, hesitant. You looked quite different from yesterday, your sensual glow replaced by the tired, erased shadow of someone who wished they could be anywhere else.

"So, about last night…" he started, looking at the wall; neither of you picked up. The tension in the room felt palpable, living, as if he could reach out and touch it.

"I'm not ashamed of it." you muttered. "You never told me you were a teacher. And what's so wrong about two consenting adults having fun ?"

He massaged his temple, index anxiously twirling a wild strand of hair. "What's wrong with it is that you are my student. Which implies that I have responsibilities over you. Responsibilities which I failed last night." He looked down at the floor, not willing to meet your gaze. "It was a mistake. All of it. You have my sincerest apologies."

The room felt silent. He couldn't find the courage to look up and see the face you were making. "Coward." he told himself when he heard you swallow a sniffle. "Fine. Have a nice evening, sir." you said, turning around and slamming the door, making him wince. He grabbed his cane to go after you, but stopped himself midway.

This was the right choice. This was what he had to do.

He sighed, opening his research journal, and buried himself right back into his notes.

[spectral-devotee]

Dear golden boy, whose love language is physical touch

[spectral-devotee]

no but even viktor's desire to be remembered could be viewed to be coming from loneliness. when I die, would anyone notice?

[spectral-devotee]

NSFW Alphabet - Viktor

As promised for my 800 followers celebration, a NSFW alphabet for Viktor, with a twist ❤! Instead of simple descriptions, each letter is its own separate small ficlet... Enjoy 💕

A = Aftercare  

"Viktor, it's ok!"  

"It is not! It is very much not "ok"!"  

You watched him fuss with amusement around your bedroom, stark naked, his cane tapping the floor anxiously.  

"I hurt you !" he spat out.  

"It's not your fault," you answered gently, reaching for him from the bed. He recoiled, staring at the floor guiltily. "I should have known better. I did not want our first time to go like this."  

You tugged on his arm gently, and he looked up, golden eyes uncharacteristically apprehensive. You smiled, caressing his shoulder tenderly, feeling him relax under your touch. "You have to admit it's pretty funny you're so big you made me cry."  

His eyebrows furrowed: "I did not think it was very funny at the time, no. The bleeding wasn't much fun either."  

You laughed softly.  

"We just have to prep a little more, that's all." You kissed his arm lightly, staring up into his worried eyes. "We can try later again today."  

He seemed hesitant, but didn't pull away as you got up to pepper his shoulder with kisses. "Are you… sure? Truly?"  

You nodded, leaving another kiss against his neck. You finally captured his lips, reassuring him. When you pulled away, the fear had gone from his eyes. He had been scared; genuinely scared, more than he had ever been about his own health, at the idea of ever harming you. You squeezed his shoulder gently.  

"Let me at least bring you sweet milk from the common room. As an apology."  

You smiled, giving him one last kiss before sitting back on the bed.  

"Sure. I'd like that."  

He headed towards the apartment door, hand already on the handle before you stopped him in alarm.  

"Viktor !"  

"Yes, dearest ?"  

"You're naked."  

He looked down in surprise, a light blush instantly coloring on his pale cheeks.  

"Ah. You… you would be right."

B = Body parts  

"You called out for the Gods, earlier."  

You turned to Viktor sleepily, much more lucid amber eyes locking deeply into yours. His body had been so warm and comforting, huddled close against yours, that you had drifted off on your own.  

"A testament to your bedroom skills," you smiled sleepily, caressing his face with your hand. "Nothing more."  

He hummed, detaching your fingers from his face and interlocking them with his. His cock lazily poked your thigh, still wet from your mixed juices; neither of you acted on it.  

"I have never been one for religion," he stated softly. "But I must admit that… when I touch your body, a certain doubt lingers in my mind."  

His other hand moved to the curve of your neck, long fingers tracing veins under the skin with assiduous precision. A slight shiver ran through your tired muscles as they trailed down, circling a nipple covered in purple marks. His eyes never left yours: he didn't need to look where he was touching, like he knew your whole body by heart.  

"Nothing this perfect could have been made by nature alone."

C = Cum   

"Ah…"  

Viktor hummed as he pulled out, watching attentively as his cum started pooling out of you, mixing with your own release. You whined quietly at the loss, already missing the proximity of his body as he sat up to observe what he had made of you.  

"There is no prettier sight than to see it come out of you," he whispered adoringly, gently smearing the juices onto your inner legs. "Except perhaps the expression you make when it is in you."  

His fingers kept pensively painting your thighs with his release, almost as if he was writing notes onto your skin. You peered down, drowsy but curious, as his hand kept drawing on the tired muscles: "What are you writing?"  

"The number Pi," he explained with a slight smirk. "In its entirety, of course. It has been coming up often in my work recently. I figure there is enough here for the first 20 digits, give or take. After that…" he trailed on, visibly enjoying your whimpers as a long finger teased your overworked entrance, "we might need more materials."

D = Dirty secret  

It was warm.  

More than warm, it was hot. Viktor was never one for extreme temperatures; the frigid cold of Piltover's winters made his leg ache in pain, and the boiling summers of Zaun made the toxic fumes even stronger than usual. The academy was under such a curse that night, excruciating warmth filling the halls after the ventilation systems had broken down. For all intents and purposes, it should have been annoying but achievable to work in these conditions. That was until the heat got so intense, materials started slipping out of Viktor's hands, falling right onto the concrete floor and shattering into millions of irreparable pieces.  

At the third broken beaker, he groaned in frustration, glaring at his moist palms accusingly and at the clock looming over his work desk. Three am. In six hours, he had barely managed to make any progress. 

Time he would not get back.  

More upset than he would admit to himself, he shoved his notes off the table, grabbing his cane and muttering his way up to your chambers. For every step he made, the heat only seemed to increase, and when he finally reached your door, it was drenched in sweat and quite possibly even more annoyed than when he had left.  

There was something undeniably calming about seeing you in his bed, sleeping, as if none of his work and miseries could enter your little bubble. He took off his wet clothes, only keeping his underwear as he sat on the bed, ready to begrudgingly settle in for the night. He slid the thin covers off you, and his eyes widened.  

You were naked.  

Fully, entirely, completely naked. A pleased little smile glued on your lips, you slept on without a care in the world. In all likelihood, you had just assumed he wouldn't come back for the night and slept in the nude for a little air. And in theory, you would have been right: if not for how frustrated he was, Viktor would have never left the lab that night. In practice, however, Viktor was tired, and frustrated, and warm, and hard.  

He slid a careful hand between your thighs, the soft skin there drenched in sweat; you didn't even stir. He worked the flesh with his fingers, studying your sleeping form for any reaction. When none came, he pressed himself slightly against you, his cloated cock pushing onto your ass, his skin boiling.  

It felt good.   

He cursed under his breath, dizzy, pushing off his underwear and letting his length slip between your thighs. The temperature was scorching, unforgiving, and he closed his eyes shut as he started moving, the sweat between your inner legs letting his cock slide easily. He moved fast, with purpose, grabbing your hips roughly to reach his release quicker. You shifted a little, making a small whimper, but he continued, relentless, mind sizzling with that unbearable warmth. He thought of the experiment failing, he thought about the lack of support from the council, from Heimerdinger, from Jayce. He thought of his own death, and he thought of your smile.  

He came, wordlessly, only letting a small grunt escape as he covered you with his release. He felt calmer now, as if his mind had cleared of the fog of warmth. He pulled out gently, cleaning you with a pocket tissue on the bedside table.  

"Viktor…" ��

He froze, startled, looking at you with surprise. But your eyes were still closed, your breathing still even, the same loving smile tugging on your lips.  

Tonight could stay his little secret for now.

E = Experience  

"I may not have as much practice as people you've been with before," Viktor whispered against your neck, "but I can guarantee I'm the better student."  

His fingers hit that same damned spot again, making you clench desperately against them.  

"A-are you now ?"   

You could feel his confident smirk against your skin, and his digits moved again, relentless, rubbing your walls with better precision than you ever had on yourself.  

"Every time," he hummed, mouth finding your neck's pulse instinctively and sucking onto it, "I see something that makes you whine," he slipped another finger in, making you cry out like on command, "I commit it to memory. As a true scientist should, after all."

F = Favorite position  

"Top. Quickly."  

"As you wish, sir." you purred, not missing the way the word made his cock stir under his tight dress pants. "I'm not on top of your class for nothing."  

Carefully, you pushed his cushioned chair away from his work desk, climbing onto his lap. His hands never left you, lingering as you moved and settling almost automatically on your hips, grabbing them approvingly.  

"Obedient, and clever." he smiled, caressing the skin under your academy skirt softly. "My perfect student."

G = Goofy  

"Stop laughing."  

"I'm sorry- I can't-!"  

You burst into laughter again, and Viktor's ears went red, slim arms crossing over his naked chest.   

"You thought- you thought Jayce and I-"  

"The possibility was there !" he protested.  

"He kept touching your back for the entire duration of the gala !"  

You giggled uncontrollably, wiping away a tear from your eye. He made a sound of disapproval, looking away in embarrassment. You tried reaching for him as he pulled away, getting off the bed and reaching for his cane.  

"C'mon, come on, Viktor, I'm sorry. Come back."  

He glanced back at you, eyes narrowing. "Truly ?"  

"Yes, I promise. I'm sorry."  

He examined you for a moment before sitting back onto the bed and climbing over you, stopping only to rest his forehead against yours.  

"It is rather impolite to laugh when one is trying to be intimate," he said coolly, eyes dark. The embarrassed blush wasn't gone, but there was no mistaking the mood your outburst has put him in. "We'll have to correct that, won't we ?"

H - Hair  

"You know," Viktor started, looking at his naked form in the foggy bathroom mirror, "I do wish I had a little more hair down…there."  

You followed him out of the shower, the cold air of the outside world harshly hitting your wet skin. You shivered, looping your arms over his slim shoulders for warmth, glancing at the area he was eyeing wearily: "Why ?"  

His hand trailed his bony hip uncertainly, grazing his spent cock from your activities in the shower, inspecting the bare skin there with doubt. "My body is not very… masculine. Strong," he sighed, absentmindedly toying with the little chestnut curls at the base of his length. "It is not very becoming."  

You hummed, your hands trailing his bare chest, the hairless skin there marked by the brace he usually wore over it. You followed the scars with practiced ease, letting your fingers finally rest right above his heart. "I don't agree," you said, chest flush against his back. "I think it's very practical."  

He looked back at you skeptically in the mirror.  

"How so ?"  

"Well, for one," you smiled, gently turning his body around and falling slowly to your knees. "It's much easier for this."  

You kissed the tip of his cock, and he shivered, eyebrows shooting up. You took more of him in your mouth, glancing at him playfully as his breathing grew labored before pulling off with a loud pop.  

"Don't you agree ?"  

Whatever moment of uncertainty had hit him was gone, replaced by the self-assured gaze of the man you knew. His hands went to the sides of your head, holding you firmly in place as a confident smile tugged on his lips.  

"I believe I require further convincing."

I = Intimacy  

"This gala is a travesty."  

You handed Viktor a glass of champagne which he begrudgingly accepted, sipping at it with frustration.  

"It is a waste of our time. We could be back in the lab, making things that actually matter. Instead, we have to watch Piltover's finest, patting themselves on the back for their supposed great accomplishments." 

You loosened his tie with a gentle finger, caressing his neck in comfort.  

"I know. But we have to be here for Jayce. He needs us."  

As if on cue, a boisterous laugh echoed from behind you as Jayce exchanged seemingly hilarious pleasantries with the rest of the council.  

"He does not look like he needs either of us, if you ask for my opinion." He grumbled, downing the rest of his champagne. He discarded the glass on a table filled to the brim with extravagant desserts and an enormous cake ornate with a terrifyingly accurate rendition of Jayce's face, and you thought Viktor might be right.  

"He doesn't need us," you conceded, "so why don't we go have some fun on our own ?"  

You let your hand slide down his back, settling against his ass and giving a tight squeeze. He bit down a yelp just in time, lips closing into a thin line. You moved closer against him, moving your lips against his ear: "The balcony is closed off for the day. We can be in and out in five minutes, and no one will ever have noticed."  

His eyes grew dark in a way you knew by heart, his hand snaking tightly around yours over his firm cheek.  

"You are dangerous when you speak to me like this. More than you are aware."  

His accent got thicker when he spoke like this, electric, and you bit your lip in anticipation.  

"But it is not what I want for tonight."  

To your surprise, he brought your joint hands close to his chest, gently kissing the knuckles.  

"Let me bring you back to your room. Draw us a bath, have our fun there in our own time. And steal some of this," he said, glaring at the humongous pastry of the Man of Tomorrow, "monstrosity, and talk the night away. The two of us, alone together."  

You smiled, not missing how the lust hadn't gone from his eyes, bringing your lips to his hand as he had done in response.  

"Lead the way."

J = Jack off  

It had to be on purpose.  

Viktor glanced up from his notes to look behind him; it was there. Like every night for weeks now.  

He couldn't remember exactly when you'd taken up the habit of dropping your coat on his chair. He must have gotten thinner, he assumed, and you had taken pity of his slimming shoulders and hollow cheeks. But some part of him hoped you had left it on purpose, so he could catch the smell of your perfume when he worked late into the night. That you had left it for yourself just as much as for him.  

At this hour, his thoughts always mixed with the scent of flowers from the fabric over his shoulders, calculations replaced by something that was so purely, uniquely, you. But tonight was different; for the first time since this little ritual had become, he touched the coat, taking it into his careful hands and bringing it to his face. It was soft, delicate, like he thought your skin would be.   

"Fuck," he thought, glancing frustratingly at his other hand and the way it had unconsciously gotten inside his pants. He would not be able to go back to work before settling the more pressing issue. He palmed himself over his boxers, the conscious of what he was doing electric through his body. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, spitting his hand before rubbing his length, your coat held tightly against his chest. He closed his eyes, reveling in the scent, pumping his cock with weeks of pent-up frustration. He had wanted this for so long.  

He was so engrossed in the sensation, panting into the soft fabric as he approached his release, that he never heard you open the lab's door and come up behind him.  

"Viktor ?"

K = Kink   

"Are you done ?"  

"Almost, sweet thing. Almost."  

He petted your head, gently scratching behind your ear, and you took his cock back in your mouth wordlessly, letting it rest against your tongue. Your knees hurt. How long had it been?  

You couldn't see his bedroom's clock from where you were sitting, but by the way the sun's light had dimmed, certainly more than two hours. But you wouldn't break first.  

As if he had read your mind, Viktor moved slightly, finally looking at you after hours of sketching machinery.  

"You are quite determined, aren't you ?"  

You hummed in agreement around his length, pushing the tip against the inside of your cheek. He let out a small whimper, eyes fluttering, and you felt pride blossom inside you.  

"But your efforts are misguided. I intended to stay here until I have finished my work, regardless of your… distractions."  

You looked up defyingly, and when you spoke, you made sure he saw how it was with some of his dick still in your mouth.  

"I'm not going anywhere."

L = Location  

"This is extremely bad for my back."  

"And yet you're already hard."  

Viktor glared at you as you grinded playfully over his hard cock, your wetness barely hidden by your skirt. The lab chair creaked under your combined weights, threatening to give out at any moment.  

"A biological reaction to the sight of you. It has nothing to do with being in the lab."  

You smiled, clearly unconvinced, pushing his first few inches into you as he hissed.  

"Really ?"  

He grabbed the edge of the table for support as you took him fully in, nestling comfortably against him.  

"I think you like the idea of doing it here. I think this feels even more personal for you. Fucking me in your little workspace."  

You started moving up and down his cock, rhythmically, smiling wider every time his breath would hitch.  

"The bed is much more comfortable," he grumbled against your neck.  

"And yet you're not denying you like it here."  

A metallic noise echoed in the room, and you both froze. Viktor's heart pounded against yours with panic, but neither of you missed the way he had twitched inside you.  

"If I denied it," he whispered, grabbing your waist and slowly moving you up and down his cock, "I would be lying."

M = Motivation  

Viktor waited patiently until you turned the page for him, fingers trembling.  

"Viktor, I can't…"  

"Where is the steam generator located ?"  

You whimpered as he dragged his cock outside you impossibly slowly, your fingernails digging into his arms.  

"It's too much, I can't…"  

You looked at him pleadingly, humping the air above his length so he'd come back into your desperate heat. But Viktor stayed impassive, as if he was completely unbothered, holding your physics manual with the hands you wished so desperately would touch you.  

"You said you required motivation for your studies. If this is not about questioning your knowledge, I will leave."  

You swallowed with difficulty, trying to collect your thoughts as all of your body screamed to make him fuck you into the bed.  

"Next- next to the reactor."  

A small smile bypassed his cold facade, and he finally pushed his length back into you as you cried out his name.  

"We only have ten more questions to go through. I will think about fucking you after that."  

He would be the death of you before you even got to that exam.

N = No   

"No."  

Viktor grabbed his crutch, trying and failing to hide how much it hurt him to simply get up.  

"I will not let you do this. Not for me."  

"Viktor," you said firmly. You were too far away for him to do anything fast enough; you'd have ingested the shimmer before he even got over to you. And clearly, he was aware of that, his eyes burning with desperation. He whimpered pleadingly as you brought the vial to your lips.  

"You absolute idiot. Everything I do is for you."  

You swallowed. You felt the world grow dark, your legs buckling under an invisible pressure, purple washing over your vision. Viktor was next to you in an instant, falling on his knees next to you in panic. His hands cradled your face, cold, warm, overwhelming.   

"You are the idiot," he whispered, voice broken. Something wet hit your cheek, and you wondered absentmindedly if you had made him cry. "How are you feeling ?"  

When your voice came out, it sounded different, alien.  

"Good."  

A second later, you grabbed his head and pulled it down violently, smashing your lips against his. He recoiled in surprise, but you didn't let him move, keeping him firmly in place with a strength that wasn't your own. You bit his lip, drawing blood, reveling in its taste and he responded weakly, barely managing to keep up with you. It felt like a parody of your usual intimacy, your body not feeling like your own, craving his touch, his warmth, him. When you finally pulled away, he was panting.  

"The shimmer…" he started, swallowing with difficulty, "has obviously altered your mental state. This was not a good idea."  

"We have lost the luxury of good ideas a long time ago, Viktor," you answered, feeling the drug course through your veins. "We need to figure out if the shimmer is viable for your body. There is no better test than with mine."

O = Oral  

"Mmm…"  

You moaned in approval as Viktor sucked harder on your clit, hands lost in his chestnut locks. You teased the baby hairs at the base of his neck, twirling them between your fingers, and he hummed in answer, his tongue working faster against you.  

"Harder…" you breathed out.  

"Harder ?" he repeated, sounding amused. He gave a few kittens licks against your entrance, and you groaned in frustration, staring daggers into the mop of brown hair between your legs.  

"Harder."  

"Your wish is my command," he replied with humor, lips finally going back to your clit as you sighed in satisfaction.  

And then, he bit.  

You hissed in surprise at the sensation, grabbing a fistful off his hair roughly. He let out a curse between your thighs and you immediately let go, frantically apologizing: "I'm so sorry! That just- that felt really good, and it just came out of nowhere-"  

He squeezed your thigh, and you fell silent, eyeing the unmoving head of hair worriedly. Slowly, he rose up, letting you see his face: juices dripped on his chin, drops peppering his aquiline nose. But it was his expression that made your heart stop.  

He didn't look hurt, or mad, or frustrated.  

He looked pleased.  

He gently took your hand, directing back over his head and into his hair, his eyes burning with something dark. When he spoke, it was just above a whisper, lustful. Pleading.  

"Do it again."

P = Pace  

"It's a little slow, don't you think ?"  

The gloved claw pounded mechanically into you, and you bit down a moan as Viktor observed your reactions like a hawk.  

"It's-it's not bad."  

"I rather enjoy a slower pacing," he commented. He fiddled with the hex claw remote, a smirk dancing on his lips. "But it seems to me as we should test the full potential of the hex claw. Crank the speed up a little. Don't you agree ?"

Q = Quickie   

"This is nightmarish."  

You huffed in annoyance, tearing the decomposing plants off the hexcore, glancing at your partner's defeated figure.  

"We'll figure it out, Viktor. Maybe with a different combination of runes-"  

"We've tried all of them !" he snapped, thumping his crutch against the floor in frustration. You looked at him pointedly, and he sighed, sitting at his desk tiredly.  

"I'm sorry. I should not have yelled." The main tower's clock rang outside the window, a reminder of just how long you had been at work.  

"It has gotten so late already," Viktor said, and something in his voice sounded melancholic as if each ringing of the bell took away a little more of his will. You observed him for a moment, his body sinking into the chair, before you walked over to him decidedly, slipping under his desk.  

He looked at you cautiously, but an undeniable glimmer of curiosity shone in his eyes. "What are you doing ?"  

You licked your lips, opening his zipper with your teeth. You pulled out his soft cock, resting your wet lips against the tip.  

"Letting you calm down. I'll be quick." You looked at him from under your eyelashes, waiting patiently for his approval. He stared at you silently, amber eyes burning into you as if weighing your proposal, before giving you a curt nod. You didn't wait a moment, taking most of his cock in one swoop, knowing he wouldn't humor you for long before wanting to get back to work.  

Viktor sighed, muttering numbers under his breath. He relaxed slowly, hands falling lazily into your hair, his eyes closing peacefully. "I hadn't considered it before but... if we install a cooling unit around the hexcore, we might prevent it from overheating and destroying the biological material it hosts... it could work."

You made a sound of agreement against him, swirling your tongue against the sensitive skin in praise. He looked at you in pure admiration, gently pushing you off his cock to look into your eyes.  

"Astounding. Maybe you should do this every time we reach a dead end."

"Unfortunately, you don't make mistakes very often," you smiled, licking a bead of precum off him before getting up from under the desk. "Now, let's get back to it."

R = Risk  

"Viktor, this is a bad idea."  

"Really?" Viktor smirked, pulling down his zipper, pants flush against your bare ass. "And yet, I remember you telling me how much you wanted the council to go screw themselves."

The council chambers were eerie this time of night, the large meeting table Viktor had you bent against dark and imposing. His cock prodded your entrance, and you moaned quietly. He chuckled, his breath teasing the back of your neck as his tip entered your folds.  

"Is this not the next best thing ?"

He pushed a few more inches, body hot against yours, and you couldn't help letting out a strangled moan. Your nails scratched the polished table desperately as he nestled inside you, leaving light marks into the wood.  

"If- ah- if Jayce comes in late-" you panted.  

"Hush," Viktor shushed, a thin hand playfully covering your mouth. "It is not very nice to say the name of another man while in bed." His hips moved quickly, pumping out of you and right back in, making you gasp around his fingers as he let out another breathless laugh: "Or on table, as it may." 

S = Stamina  

"Dearest…" Viktor panted, rutting against your hand. "You will kill me."  

"Now, that would be a shame," you smiled, fighting your grip against his cock as he whimpered. "You haven't cummed in me yet."  

"But I have on you, twice." he exhaled cheeks an impossible tinge of red. His eyes were lidded, almost rolled back into their sockets and full of unshed tears. His mouth was agape, drying drool covering his chin, and you thought there was no better expression on him than absolutely fucked out. His hips moved weekly into your fist, his thighs trembling.

"I believe if-" he started, interrupting himself to breathe with difficulty, "if you make me do it again, my bones might shatter in pieces."  

"Mm..." you commented absentmindedly. You loosened your grip on his length and he sighed in content, almost sobbing when your thumb toyed with his reddened slit.

"Alright. I wouldn't want to kill you after all," you said simply, smirking as you took your hand off him to press it against your own entrance.  

"You can watch instead."

T = Toys  

"What… is this ?"  

Viktor held the small bullet-like object between his fingers, clearly perplexed, and you couldn't help a laugh.  

"You've never seen one of those ?"  

"I cannot say that I have."  

"Hand it over," you smiled, motioning him to sit next to you on the bed. "I'll show you what it does."  

Viktor sat carefully, his cane resting against the bedside, curiosity glimmering in his eyes as he gave you the object. He studied your movements carefully as you laid down and lowered it to your thighs, pushing your panties to the side to let it rest against your entrance. His eyes widened slightly.  

"Ah," he started, and you didn't miss the way the tip of ears had reddened. "So it is that type of machinery."  

You smirked wordlessly, pressing a small button at the top of the gadget. It made a small, wiring noise, before it started vibrating, shaking against your thigh. You moaned dramatically when it touched your clit, delighted at the way Viktor's adam apple bobbed at the sight.  

"I can see its appeal." he stated as matter of factly as he could, "but it seems a little frivolous for something I could simply do with my hand."  

"Maybe you'd understand it better if you were the one holding it."  

You guided his hand on top of yours, letting him take hold of the vibrator. He pressed it experimentally against your folds, and you made a show of quivering under his touch. He swallowed audibly, muttering a curse under his breath. "It is...not a bad invention," he stated hesitantly, the tightness of his pants obviously bothering him, "but it could benefit an upgrade. A heating function, perhaps automatic lubrication…"

He pressed it against your entrance, wiggling part of it inside you, a smile tugging on his lips when you grabbed the covers in surprise.  

"If I did upgrade this… would you help me test it ?"

U = Unfair  

"Viktor…" you complained. "Please…"  

"Almost there, sweet thing."

You cried out when his cane hit your ass again, your cheeks burning like fire. You held on tightly to your pen, grinding your teeth as you wrote the answer to the final question. You turned to Viktor to give him your mock exam, and he gently wiped away your tears as he took the paper. You tried sitting upright next to him, whining when your ass made contact with bed covers. He hushed you softly, caressing your backside in praise as he read your answers.  

"You get an 80% for today, with two questions wrong," he hummed. "I believe I said I would only fuck you against the desk if you managed a 90."

If you had any tears left, you could have cried.  

"Viktor, don't…"  

"I am not an unforgiving man," he said with a smirk, guiding you back down on your stomach with a hand. "How about some bonus questions ?"

V = Volume   

On top of his many self-admitted qualities, Jayce believed he had very good hearing.  

He could hear the pipes growling inside the Academy's walls, the pulsations of the hex gates as they powered up for another merchant, the first droplets of rain before a thunderstorm.  

But this sound, he did not know.  

It echoed again from the equipment cabinet, a low growl, raspy and fragmented.   

An animal maybe ? he thought, instinctively tensing up. It sounds hurt… or angry.

He reached for the handle, ready to catch whatever might try to escape, freezing when the sound spoke in a very familiar,  accented voice: "Keep touching me there…"  

There was certainly a lesson to be learned there. Maybe his hearing wasn't as good as he thought it was.

W = Wild card  

"I'm testing out a theory."  

"Really ?" Viktor mumbled sleepily, holding you close to him under the bedsheets. "What is it ?"  

You smiled, secretive, laying your forehead against his. "I'll show you."  

You climbed on top of him to kiss his face, once just above his lips, and a second time right underneath his eye. He made a small questioning sound, pleased but confused.  

"What… are you doing ?"  

"Testing out my theory," you replied, moving on to his neck to leave three light kisses and a single much harder one, bitting the skin there playfully. "This one is a bit bigger," you explained simply, moving onto his shoulders. Viktor's eyes widened slightly when he understood what you were doing.  

"Are you…kissing all my moles ?"  

"Where I come from," you giggled, kissing a clutter of them on his arm, "we call them beauty marks. They say each one is a kiss from a god, and that you get a blessing every time it's touched."

He shivered when your lips touched his chest, the marks there dangerously close to his nipple.  

"I'm half-convinced you have made that up as an excuse to kiss me."  

You laughed, tenderly licking a spot on his bony ribs. "When have I needed an excuse for that ?"

X = X-ray (Size)  

"I have loosened you up on four fingers, and yet you're still... so tight."

You cursed, eyes shutting close, hips moving on their own to meet Viktor's hand.  

"I'm not tight," you breathed out, "you're -ah- you're too big !"

He knew that he absolutely knew that, but the smirk on his face was no less annoying.

"Complaining ?"

"Y-you wish."

His fingers wrapped over your jaw, gently but firmly forcing you to look down at his cock, its tip almost purple, a thick vein pulsating on its side. "And here I thought you quite enjoyed when I filled you. I must have been mistaken."

The bony joints of his four fingers hit your entrance harshly, and you almost screamed.

"You're never wrong Viktor. That's what's annoying about you," you muttered through your teeth. "Now shut up," you said, pointedly arching your entrance towards him, "and fill me."

Y = Yearning  

"You used to almost jump off your chair every time I'd touch you."

Your hands moved up and down his back, massaging the skin around his brace as he hummed in content.

"And now I can barely keep my hands off you," he smiled, his own hands roaming your body. "What can I say? It's you. It's your lips, your neck, your breasts… It's you." 

His body melted against yours, lovingly, perfectly, like a puzzle piece linking with its match.  

"You have ruined an already broken man. I do hope you are happy."

You laughed softly against his neck, joining your hands together.  

"Very."

Z = Zzz  

Viktor slowly pulled out of you, muscles trembling at the effort as he all but collapsed on top of you. You rubbed his back soothingly when he tried to move, helping him sit up. "I should get back to the lab," he muttered, voice heavy and tired. "I have to finish drawing the blueprint."

You tuted in disagreement: "I'm not letting you go back to the lab. Not in this state."

His eyebrows furrowed and he stared at you, incredulous.

"But the blueprint-"  

"I brought it." you interrupted. "It's in the drawer. We can finish it up in bed," you said, wiping his cum off your inner thighs playfully, "after cleaning up a little."

The surprise in his eyes was priceless, the tired ambers shimmering.  

"Have I ever told you I love you?  

"I'd love to hear it again."

[spectral-devotee]

I can stay silent no longer. Viktor and big tits. Guys.

Viktor can't stop looking at your tits, and he’s trying oh so very hard to not be obvious about it, because of how embarrassing it is. He's doing his best to stay respectful, but his eyes constantly drift downwards whenever you move and your bust shifts or bounces. He can't even focus on his notes when you're standing nearby, the calculations in his mind gone in a puff of smoke every time you pass by him.

More often than not, he finds himself staring at the way you rest your chest on your desk to help with your back pain; whenever you look up and catch him in the act, his cheeks get so red he has to hide them underneath his hands. He pretends he's deeply focused on reading the book of ancient runes in front of him, but in reality, he's been stuck on the same sentence for the last half an hour.

An insubordinate, nasty little voice in the back of his head whispers that he could help you: he knows a lot about back pain after all, doesn't he? He could be so good for you, if you only let him touch you…

The worst is when you come to ask him questions, just slightly pushing your tits against his back to lean over his shoulder; he can't count the number of times it's almost made him fall over in panic (excluding the times it has actually landed him right down on his ass). It’s gotten to the point where he has to excuse himself to the restroom for a few minutes at a time, just to remind himself how to breathe and to make sure the tent forming in his pants is fully dead and gone.

If his pride doesn't kill him first, with how flustered and unnerved you manage to get him by simply existing in the lab, then the constant, awkward falling at your feet like an enamoured fool surely will.

For your birthday, he ultimately decides to get you a nice, fancy jacket to put on top of your blouse while you work. Lab assistants aren't supposed to wear these, usually: they're reserved for professors and their own assistants. But it closes right where that damn, one little button stretches the fabric to its very limits, creating a large opening that leaves nothing to his already very active imagination. No one would fault him for bending the rules a little if they had any idea of the struggle of completing a single task around you in that forsakenly translucent top.

It's not a perfect solution, by any means, but he hopes it'll at least allow him to start thinking in his own damn lab again. Just a temporary fix, until he gets his feelings for you under control. You seem delighted by the present, so he figures he's fixed the issue in a relatively acceptable and satisfactory manner.

The next day, you show up with the jacket.

Only the jacket.

You've discarded the white blouse, and there's nothing but your bra underneath the piece of clothing he naively thought would solve all his problems. There’s now nothing stopping him from fully, openly gaping at your exposed chest every time you bend, or lean forward even slightly.

He's made it worse. So much worse. It's quite possibly his biggest failure as an inventor, because he's effectively trapped himself into getting a full face of your tits every time he even glances in your direction.

Viktor has engineered his own fucking demise with nothing but a jacket.

Next time, he's simply going to get you a full-body suit to wear around the lab; you know, as a safety precaution, for wielding sharp tools and participating in dangerous experiments. He wouldn't want his most efficient assistant to get hurt in a preventable work-related accident, after all.

It’ll protect him and his dwindling sanity far more than anything else, but you really don't need to know that.

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Birds of a Feather

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Chapter 05: A day told at different times pt. 2

Summary:

Many things happen the day after Jayce’s trial. He realizes he has to try even harder to get his research back into action if not for himself, then for Eda’s sake and decides to pay a visit to both of his closest friends only to be disappointed by the turn out of the events. 

Eda faces Salo and gives him an ultimatum after his betrayal. She decides to take matters into her own hands and starts plotting her way through the many trials left to make their Hextech dreams come true… only if she can make it without her heat interfering.

The first thing Jayce did after getting home was run straight out of there.

He thought he’d be able to face his family by now. He thought he’d be prepared to see their disappointed faces, the backward glances, maybe even hurtful remarks. And maybe he could have, had it not been for his mother’s words.

‘You need to let it go’

He still wasn’t ready to abandon magic just yet. He needed to try harder, not only for him, but for Eda.

That woman had deposited a lot of her trust in him. She was the first to believe in his Hextech, so much so, she was ready to share her dreams too. Her park needed magic.

No, it wasn’t stupid. No, it was not naïve. No, her dreams didn’t belong in fantasy.

Jayce swore to make her dream come true, and that could only happen if he made Hextech a reality too. So, it had to be done.

He spent the morning working, melting the raw materials, hitting the metal and polishing it. Rinse and repeat. Melt. Hit. Polish. Melt. Hit. Polish. Mlt. Hit. Po-

He released the metal he was working with and ran for the door. He had to make amends, maybe Cassandra was still willing to help him. She vouched in his favor at the beginning of the trial, that had to account to something.

By the time he had arrived at her door the gates were closed. Only Caitlyn was there, sitting next to them almost as if she was expecting him. Jayce shook the gates, maybe they hadn’t heard him?

“They won’t see you” Caitlyn’s voice ran through the rain like a bell “None of them, I think. Salo and my mom were very adamant about that” Her blue eyes looked for his “Your name’s no good now. My dad says you’re a misfit, that we can’t be friends anymore”

How Jayce missed her, he hadn’t known until now “So, why are you out here?”

“I’m a misfit too, I suppose. What will you do?”

“Join the Talis hammer business, I guess?”

“You can’t do that!”

“No, I can’t”

Cassandra came out of the Kiramman mansion, her face reflected nothing but disappointment. “Come inside, Caitlyn. Now”

The young girl stood up from her spot immediately. She gave Jayce one last glance and ran back into her home.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to explain…”

“I think you’ve done enough” As Cassandra turned her back to Jayce, she stood still for a moment, pondering something. Finally she faced him for a fleeting moment “I believe you should avoid the duMarquis property for now, Jayce. I don’t think you’ll be any more welcome there than you were here”

Evidently, Jayce made no effort to listen to those last few words. He had to speak to Eda, he needed to apologize to her. Had he been more careful when putting away the Hextech crystals they would not have exploded, maybe then her things would be safe…

Tears streamed down his face as he ran for her house.

…

“Alright, now. You remember what room it is, right?” Eda spoke softly.

“Yes, ma’am. Let me remember the dorm room explicitly engraved in this key” Sky signalled to the key, not letting go of the bag she was already holding. It, in fact, showed an engraved number 702. Easy to remember, seventh floor, second room to the left.

“Okay, smart-sy pants, off you go then” They hugged again, now more tenderly. Sky fixed Eda’s sleeping robe, covering up her exposed collarbone. She didn’t need to catch a cold during her pre-heat.

Eda had asked Sky for many favors over the years, none of those quite like this one. She was doubtful of it at first, but Sky assured her it was alright ‘You have done so much more for me, it’s only right to repay you’

And so Sky left with Eda’s bags. Guards watched every step she took from the front gate of the mansion to the gates, but could do nothing as even a lower house was still a House within Piltover’s walls. The orders were clear: only stop Jayce Talis from entering the property.

The front gates opened up for Sky, and with that she left silently.

Eda stood on the porch until the lights of Sky’s disc-runner disappeared into the pale blue horizon. She would check on those disc-runners, they looked very interesting. Maybe someone from the Engineering department could tell her where to buy one, they were quite uncommon in Piltover, but she had seen several of those in Zaun.

She sighed. Tomorrow she would go to her dorm room herself, preferably at a time when Salo left her to her devices.

As she walked back over to the interior, a smell- No, a scent, caught her attention. She turned, looking for the source, but it disappeared as fast as it came.

Only the silence answered back to her. It was like she had seen a mirage of Jayce for a split second.

Eda turned to enter the duMarquis house once more and closed the ornate door behind her.

Unbeknownst to her, only a few meters away from the property line, a guard held Jayce in a chokehold preventing any words from coming out.

Jayce tried swinging with arms and legs and clawing the guards arms to no avail.

After the guard made sure Miss Eda was back in the mansion, he let the Talis boy off. Jayce grabbed his throat and coughed in desperation to let in some air into his lungs.

“Listen, boy. You’re meddling with fire here. Leave now and we won’t tell the big man we saw you around”

“Please, I beg you to let me see her. I just came to say goodbye. I-” He didn’t know whether his throat burned from the force of the attack or his own emotions bubbling up inside “I may never see her again after today”

“You choose, either you go on your merry way and we don’t mention this again or we escort you out of the property” The guard clenched his baton.

“Alright, but, please-” Jayce took out a letter from his vest “Give her this. She needs to see it”

“C’mon loverboy, get outta here right now. That’s the boss right there” The guard signaled to some lights in the distance. Salo was approaching very fast.

Gauging the possible outcomes of this scenario, Jayce dusted himself off and started walking back to his family’s home. The same place he had promised not to return to until he was a respectable inventor in Piltover.

…

Salo got down from his vehicle to find nothing out of the ordinary. Even the gardens looked very well-kept; his orchids adorning the entrance to the mansion shone under the night sky. His orders had been followed to the letter, apparently.

As he walked to the property, Salo turned to look directly to the chief of his private security, his glance inquisitive: ‘has Jayce been around?’

The chief shook his head quietly ‘No, sir.’

The blond continued walking, disinterested after such a lack-luster response. He had hoped for some action on the Tali’s behalf, an opening to give him a harsher punishment maybe. Certainly inside things would be more interesting. Eda was sure to kick up a storm after events such as this one. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding before stepping inside.

Only for the absolute silence of the hall to greet him.

A servant here took his coat, another helped him take off his gloves. A maid arranged the table for one, and in the span of only a few minutes, dinner was served. His cutlery scraped against the porcelain plates, a most annoying cacophony usually muted by Eda’s incessant babbling on her day at the Academy, or her little errands around town. She was usually the one to give him bits of intel on the public’s opinion of him and other Councilors.

Speaking of her, Eda was nowhere to be seen. Yet her scent indicates she is still somewhere in the mansion.

It was not unusual for him to dine alone, not at all. The last four years had him used to unnecessary chit-chat, that was all.

Yet this time Salo knew it had to be different. Had he known Eda would not greet him, would he have brought company to muffle the silence? Most likely, yes. He was not a fan of it.

The echoes of the house haunted him, but moving into a smaller one was out of the question. Anything less than 10 rooms, 6 bathrooms, a pool, two gardens, and a sauna was far too small for his ego.

Mental ramblings aside, Salo thanked whatever god was watching over him at this moment for giving him more time to think through what he would say to his sister.

He did overplay his hand back at the trial, Heimer-fukcing-dinger gave him a warning. Even Hoskel, the absolute imbecile, implied how they knew who the actual author behind the blueprints was.

The fact he found concerning was that no one denied said claim; which means that yes, they all know who’s this about.

Eda’s ‘New World’ project had already reached the exact audience he didn’t want it to reach. Many of the most notorious scholars and politically influential people in Piltover were there at the Talis boy hearing. Some of them even reached out to him after the boy was sent back to his backwater village.

‘Councilor Salo, what is the meaning of these sketches?’ ‘Salo, sir, could you give us more intel on the Zaunites? You had a trusty source, did you not?’ ‘Mr. duMarquis, are these plans official? We must know before the Zaunites do anything-’. They were nervous. After the first attempt at Zaun’s uprising, a second was only a matter of time, and the Council doesn’t have an ace under his sleeve this time around.

His ‘maybe ace’ was currently very mad at him.

He would find a way to gain her favor once more. Good thing he always did.

Salo knows Eda inside out, even if she doesn’t like to admit it. He has seen the loneliness in her eyes, the longing that hasn’t gone away ever since she arrived. That something that calls to her from the depths of the undercity, a force beyond his comprehension. Ah, but he has also seen what keeps Eda in Piltover: convenience.

While she proclaims herself Zaunite at heart, the uncomfortable truth is that she also has lots to win if she stays in Piltover, under his shadow. She is a diplomat, just like him and their mother. Eda won’t retire from a game until her winings exceed her losses.

One must look at her way of playing the unnameable game of politics within their own household: she has had many chances in the past to run away, plenty of motivation too. If she hates the way things are run in Piltover, why hasn’t she ran away yet?

Salo knows why very well indeed. She has become comfortable here. Not having to worry in every passing corner, being able to sleep with a ceiling over your head every night, having a place to nest changes people. It makes people lazy.

Contempt for a system turns into love once you’re not on the losing side.

One must only take away the little things that make life easier to notice how awful it is without them. In this case, Jayce is one of them. If Salo takes Jayce away for a while, Eda will get right back into shape, leaving her ‘New World’ behind. Maybe then, once she is no longer a threat, Jayce may be allowed to come back.

They can discuss their terms. Negotiation is their best attribute, after all.

…

Eda has been sitting in the middle of her king-size bed for about half an hour now. Delicate fabrics hang over her bedposts, lightly covering her silhouette. Salo has been draped over her settee for about 10 minutes. None of them have said a word and yet, the glances they’ve exchanged so far give no certain answer to their conundrum.

The atmosphere remained tense, so Eda decided to speak first.

“You got rid of my work”

“I did. Those are very dangerous waters you’re playing in”

“I would’ve forgiven you” Eda rested her weight on her left hand, slowly moving the fabrics “If you had only gotten rid of my work, Imean. I would’ve understood”

Salo held his breath for only a moment “Would you?”

Eda continued unfurling the fabrics “Yeah, I know my ideas are dangerous to you, to our position in Piltover. I have become too comfortable with this life, yes, but-” Her hand stood over the last, almost see-through, fabric. ”I have plans, y’know? I will see to them when the time is right. I hoped to respect our deal in the beginning. What I won’t forgive, Salo, is that you went against our deal. That’s word by word betrayal”

“I am well aware that what I did was unfair” He positioned himself to look directly at her “Still, you haven’t faced the consequences of your actions. Not because you have managed to evade them with all your god-given talents, but because I shield you from them”

Now they saw eye-to-eye. Both their gazes fierce, unrelenting.

“-Allow me to tell you something, Eda. The only thing protecting you from utter backlash from the public is me. Had it not been due to my influences, believe me, you would’ve suffered a far worse fate than that friend of yours”

“Let me, then” Eda stood up from her bed, suddenly remembering why she was resting in the first place. Her legs were weak at the moment, her heat was approaching fast. Maybe tomorrow or the day after, she will be completely defenseless.

Eda kept on going, unwilling to appear frail “I can take the critics. I can make the people see why we need to work alongside the fissure dwellers”

“You’re not prepared for that yet. You haven’t heard what I have heard from the people, you haven’t seen what other interests you’re stomping over” Salo changed his posture.

“Do you really think for even a second that the criticism is the only thing you’ll have to face once you start this project? You really are more stupid than I gave you credit for” He ran a hand through his blond hair. “If some dull idiot were to greenlight your research, which no one will, believe me, but if some person were to do so, you’d be stepping in Shoola’s business. Let me remind you she’s in charge of the public health and care system. She won’t take kindly to your meddling in her affairs. Not to mention you’d need Mel’s favor for even intervening in the city’s infrastructure. Have you even ever met Hoskel? The son of a bitch runs his merchandise through our trains like he owns them. You’d have to meet with him to import the materials you desperately want. It’s not easy running this business while you’re surrounded by idiots like the lot of them”

Eda remained stoic to his words. She would find a way when the time came. Right now she needs to play her cards right. Her ‘New World’ would see the light of day, one way or another.

“Alright then, if you’re so sure my ideas are shit then you won’t mind me leaving the mansion for a while”

“What?” That came out of nowhere “What are you even talking about?” Salo straightened his posture, clearly not expecting this outcome.

“I’m tired, Salo. You’ve made your point, I surrender” Eda raised her hands “I don’t want to play whatever it is you think we’re playing. You’ve already made Jayce’s life miserable, believe me. There’s nothing he could ever loathe more than taking on the family business” Her eyes pierced his own “We have that in common”

Salo couldn’t help but looking from one corner of her room to the other, clearly lost. He expected a few shouting matches, maybe them throwing stuff across the room. More dramatic reactions at the very least. He did not expect her to be so… passive. Eda was a fire no one could put out, how come this was her reaction?

“Don’t worry. I’ve already asked for help from a friend. I hope you won’t mind if I borrow a few of the staff people to move some of the things to my apartment”

“I- uhm. I wouldn’t mind. So long as you’re somewhere respectable, of course. Where is it that you’ll be living?”

“My dorm room, which I’m sure you’re well aware, is in school grounds, far away from Jayce and other distractions of the sort”

“Ah, yes, clearly”

“Perfect then. Do you need the maid to show you to your abode?”

“That will be fine. I… I will see myself out”

That night Salo kept replaying their words over and over again in his head. There had to be a loose end. Otherwise he could not explain to himself why she let go so easily. She… she really hadn’t given much thought to the technicalities behind her proposal, right?. How was she supposed to get the money to construct every piece she imagined?

With that in mind, Salo calmed down. So long as she didn’t mingle with the elites, nothing bad could come out of this.

Meanwhile, in Eda’s room, she had started writing in her notebook the moment Salo left. The trick to her brother, Eda discovered a while ago, was to get him talking. He’ll dig himself into a hole eventually. She knew beforehand she would not be able to withstand a screaming match, her constitution was too weak for that at the moment.

What she could do, and did, was get valuable information out of him.

She lingered over every word he had said and started making a list:

‘Mel Medarda - Infrastructure and possible patron <- Need her on my side ASAP Look into her charity program for gifted students Shoola ? - Public health and care system <- How do I get to meet her? Opera house? Hoskel - Materials / Merchant <- What does he drink? Wine, whiskey?’

Now the only thing pending was Jayce, but he’d have to wait until tomorrow.

Eda turned off her light for the night, already going through all possibilities ahead of her.

…

Thank the gods for Eda’s foresight. Her move only required two servants, and the things each of them took to her dorm were minimal. Mostly clothes and a box full of her essentials, some blankets and the few drawing materials she had back in her old room. Salo wasn’t happy in the slightest, but so long as he didn’t interfere, everything would be perfect.

Sky was already waiting for her in the room by the time she arrived. Eda moved quickly, she folded her blankets, hung up her clothes, organised her essentials in her vanity. Sky helped her prepare breakfast for the both of them.

If one were to ignore the whole context behind this situation, one might think of it as a normal breakfast two college friends were enjoying. The reality was a little harsher than that. The brunette played her part well in the daydream, Sky was an amazing distractor for everything else going on.

If Eda concentrated hard enough, she could almost forget she would not be able to see Jayce in the near future. Her heart ached at that possibility. She urgently needed to come up with something, anything, to help him come back to the University.

Maybe she could think something up during her classes later today.

“Eda, I didn’t want to say anything before, but…”

“I know it was sudden, I’m sorry. I wished I had more time to move-”

“Oh, no, not that. You made me aware this was a serious matter, you have nothing to worry about. I will be around if you need anything else” Sky was fast to hold her hand, interrupting her train of thought. Eda could be a very nervous individual after all. “No, what I was trying to say was that… uhm…” She let go of her hand and lifted her cup of coffee to her lips, now slightly embarrassed “You reek of heat”

“What? No, I-” Eda smelled her clothes. She hadn’t wanted to admit it before, but the truth was slowly surfacing. She was very deep into her preheat. Maybe a complete heat in a couple of hours.

“I’m a Beta, so I don’t have much of a say, but I think you should stay inside. This whole situation can’t be good for you”

“I still need to do some things, I think I can still help Jayce” Eda looked at the window. They were on the 7th floor, no one would be able to peek into their conversation. “If I’m correct, my research might be gone by now, but not Jayce’s. His equipment consists of heavy metals and illegal stuff. None of those would be up for furnace disposal in less than 24hrs after the sentence”

“So… his things might be salvageable?”

“More than that. I got a few key points out of Salo yesterday and, believe it or not, I think I might be able to convince Councilor Medarda if I say the right words”

“The right words being…”

“I know my research is too far away from Piltover’s interests, but not Jayce’s. Yadda yadda, I think his Hextech can improve our lives. Whatever, she just has to give him a chance”

“And how do you exactly plan on getting a hold of her? She’s a busy person”

“I’ve seen her around campus, she is very well known for sponsoring students here at the Academy. If not that, she’s known to visit the gallery nearby. I’m sure I can get a word or two with her. I only need to mask my scent, it’s way too distracting” Case in point, Eda turned to smell the scent glands located in her wrists. Yep, far too much.

“I… might be able to give you something for that” Sky bit her fingertip “I’ve been working on a new chem-scent project. It’s meant to be used only in emergencies by Omegas in distress who get their heats at inopportune moments”

“Well, this would’ve been nice to know before. You’ve just described my case exactly” She raised her brows expectantly.

“I didn’t say anything before because, well, it’s still in a very experimental stage. It hasn’t shown very good side effects after 4 hours of continuous use”

“Hold on, you mean that your scent thingy can mask my preheat for only 4 hours? What happens after those 4 hours? Do I turn into a toad or what?” Eda chuckled

“Not exactly. A stronger version of a heat may or may not start. It’s hard to predict. Some subjects show no side effects, while others… well, y’know” Sky gulped “Besides, there have not been many human trials, it would be very bad if my superiors where to find out about it”

“Oh”

“Good thing I will certainly not forget a teeny tiny glass tester in our usual meeting spot for you to find after next period” Eda looked up to see Sky smiling.

“Wait. Are you sure, Sky? I don’t want to get you in any trouble”

“Eda, please. So long as you don’t take any more than 4 hours you can go speak to Councilor Medarda and get some help behind your project. Don’t tell me you can’t, I know what you’re capable of”

“Huh, what am I capable of, Miss. Young? You seem to know a lot about me” Eda crossed her arms, a small smile forming in her lips and eyes.

“Well, not to be a suck up, but remember that one time you got me out of paying for those chempunk chainswords me and the other kids stole near the ruins? Or that time you got Benzo to give us his old spyglass to play with? Oh, don’t even get me started on the time you got that old Beta guy to buy us some food for free-”

“Alright, I do have a knack for getting us out of trouble with my sweet way with words” Eda interrupted Sky before she could get any more anecdotes out of her system. “I will give it a shot. There’s nothing else to lose anyway”

…

Sky delivered just as she said she would. Just after the first class, Eda went to look for her at the student’s canteen. She noticed many heads turning as she passed by. It was not unusual for people to notice her, she was the ‘Saved Child from Zaun’ after all, but these looks were different. She felt like a deer waiting for a mountain lion to pounce out of nowhere.

Her scent was attracting too much unwanted attention. So far no one had bothered her, but that wouldn’t last for long.

She sat down at their usual table expecting to see Sky, yet Eda only found a small vial of clear liquid hidden behind her seat, near the back of the establishment. Attached to it a note read ‘Don’t forget, only four hours. Use them wisely”

Eda took out her small list of people she would need to talk to. Councilor Medarda was at the top of it. She was a powerful Alpha in charge of the city’s infrastructure, and also a great ally to like-minded people. Maybe it was too fast to go for her, but she had no other chance if she wanted to save Jayce’s things.

Mel frequented the opera, Eda had seen her many times while accompanying Salo. They were amicable, hardly more than work colleagues; certainly not friends. Yet again, she had also seen her around the school grounds.

‘What to do?’ Eda spoke to herself. Whenever one wants to get chummy with a superior, they must think of a way to make themselves look like a good option for them to deposit their trust. She had played this role many times before, securing political friendships and fair deals with other classmates. ‘What can Mel Medarda desire? What does she not have?’.

An idea came to her and Eda immediately ran out of the canteen leaving behind only an empty vial.

…

Notes:

A chapter with no mention of Viktor, that’s a first. Worry not dear readers, he will be back next time in full character force. Will all three of them finally meet? Who knows! (Yeah, they will, most likely. I’m still figuring out some details).

This chapter took some time to write due to how many events happened simultaneously. I re-read this many times before I was sure it came out somewhat understandable. Figuring out how many days/hours passed between Jayce’s trial and the subsequent events took some effort to figure out, but I think I got it. I have a timeline for this fic, but it reads more like a draft sometimes and it makes arranging the events v difficult. I will try to improve on it though!

This time around Eda feels more passive, but that’s intentional. She knows when to fight back and when to surrender. She is a very smart woman with a plan in mind, she just needs some courage to pull it off. I intended to make her a very charismatic individual, I want to show her at work with her words in these next couple of chapters. Trust me, she’s a menace in the making.

I love how Jayce and Eda are both worried sick about both their works, but Jayce has a lot more at stake than her. Eda’s research is still in conceptual development while Jayce’s was in the prototype stage, that’s gotta hurt. With no way to communicate, they can only try their best for their common interests.

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Viktor x Jayce - Arcane: League Of Legends - Artist: 6_teh

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I’m totally obsessed with canon that Jayce constantly draws Viktor

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forgot abt this one... season one jayvik i miss you

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Don't separate them 🥺

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Jayce has an idea of what his perfect man should be like, it’s super specific and extremely vague at the same time

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OMGG YASS maybe #13 w Vik and Reader finally taking it to 3rd after dating for a while and at first they’re kinda beating around the bush and then they both get super needy and desperate??

Hey bad news. I kinda forgot what 3rd base equated to until, uhh, right now. After I wrote this whole thing. Oops. 🫠 Ya get 1.2k of a home run instead.

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Viktor x GN Reader (any anatomy), sloppy undergrad makeout, penetrative sex, first time (together or in general, you decide!), he fucks but the rizz is still in development.

In the quiet dark, warm and unravelled, Viktor remembers the window. First, that he left it unlatched, then that he has nothing worth stealing. He would—a tidy set of thermodynamic calculations, due next week—if not for two sharp taps on the dirty glass windowpane that made him put down his pen oversoon. 

He remembers it clearly, how he reached over and tucked aside the curtain. A face staring back out of the dark should’ve startled him, but it was only yours: impatient and beseeching in a sliver of yellow light. He stared at you like a figment of his calculus addled mind for a beat too long, until your anxious gestures that spelled hurry the hell up spurred him from his desk. He flipped the latch and eased it open so that, well past midnight, you came scrabbling in through his dormitory window and kissed him breathless where he stood. 

In hindsight, he was lucky that you did. Would he have licked into your mouth with as much fervor had your roles been reversed? Had you laughed into that kiss and called him ridiculous, brimming with affection though it was? 

“All the doors were locked,” you said in your defense, and he merely devoured it. Let you weave your fingers through his short, neat hair and pull him impossibly close to sway in your arms, in the current of your affections, until his lungs ached for a full breath.  

He broke to nose against your cheek and murmured, “As it’s late, yes.” 

As if the spell had been broken, you eased away further. The hands that clutched and cradled his face slipped down to cup his elbows instead, supplementing his balance more gently than any cane. “Too late?” you asked, and he could hear which answer you wanted. 

Viktor wanted the same. 

And then when he got it, when you kicked off your shoes and crawled into his bed, he simply wanted. 

But tucked together on his narrow, academy-standard mattress, the natural progression of lips and teeth and tongue ran up against a familiar limit. You’d let him spill down your knuckles. Watched him fuck his own fist. You’ve knelt with his cock in your mouth, and had his fingers in the hot clutch of your body. He’d helped you rut against the hard seam of his pants until you shuddered apart into the crook of his neck, embarrassed, and then helped you do it as many more times as it took for you to never feel that way again. And while he understood that intimacy didn’t always follow a linear progression—that it didn’t have a fixed mouths to hands to holes trajectory—the base, human urge to shove his cock between your legs bled into his thoughts. Constantly. 

Painfully hard, it twitched as if rubbed against the cloying warmth of that long held fantasy. No doubt you felt its insistence against your leg, draped across his lap, as you punctuated each throb with wet little bruises left beneath the edge of his collar. Your hands roamed. You urged your chest into his. You seemed eager, certainly. 

But there had once been a discussion of taking it slow, and he did not know propriety’s rate of decay. He supposed it was instinctual. Wondered if he’d be able to differentiate intuition from selfish need. And thus a quiet fear had taken root: that he would lose his first and only friend here having first pushed to be more, then for more from you before it was right. 

The very same you who blindly plucked open his shirt buttons and shoved it off his bony shoulders; who reached for his trousers next and eased them open, smearing his lips with the sort of desperate, earnest affection that made his blood burn and his hands shake. They seemed to move of their own volition. 

One slipped from your face, his finger hooking the neck of your shirt. He breathed a hasty, thoughtless, “Off,” into your mouth, then added, “please,” but your hands stilled at his waist. He pulled a hair’s breadth away, just enough to search for discomfort as he knew it on your face. “Is it so wrong to want you naked in my bed?” he asked quietly. 

The cant of your head betrayed nothing. “What for?”

“So that I can…” Taste your skin, breathe its scent, learn your body’s blueprint. Know you, touch you, kiss you; slake your filthy thirst better than anyone who came before. “So that we may…” But what if you don’t want to? 

You drew a long breath in through your nose, then filled in the word: “Fuck?” 

“Yes, thank you, I—” he swallowed audibly “—didn’t want to be presumptuous…” You seemed very, very pleased. It empowered the crude, languid way he echoed, “Fuck,” and that first hard constant struck like flint to kindling. 

Your shirt hit the floor first, everything after it a blur of grasping, groping reverence until you knelt stripped bare beside him; traced his clavicle with great care and asked if he was ready. 

He nodded. 

You slung your leg back over his lap. He felt lightheaded enough just watching your lips part, concentrated, lining him up where you ought to be filled, but then you sunk down. Then you started moving—riding him until the headboard struck the wall in time with your hips, and he truly had no other fucks to give about who heard that rythmic slam or the sounds that came out of him. Out of you. 

His heels dug against the sheets, his fingers into your thighs, and suddenly the hot wave of pleasure wasn’t building so much as breaking, far sooner than he wanted. But you knew. Knew exactly how you wanted this to end too, and from above you said—

“What are you thinking about?”

He blinks your face into focus. It fills his field of view—not above, but curled beside him in the gauzy aftermath of it all. Sleepy and spent and sharing his pillow like a secret, your limbs thread together in lovers knots. Yes, this is good too. 

“You feel…” he murmurs, his hand tracing down your back, mapping the feel of your skin. No word for it is all-encompassing; can’t do the high of this proper justice. After so much guilt-stricken time, still but friends then, imagining how you might look and feel slotted naked against him, it would take a dissertation.

The wires cross, and he defaults to blunt observation. Chooses the word, “Warm,” when he should’ve reached for amazing. Wishes he were ready to call you something like milovaný after that, but it will come in time: an endearment that is entirely, uniquely yours. Not one so tied up in his childhood memories. 

You sweep the dark, sticky hair from his forehead, lulling his heavy eyes shut. “You’re very sweaty yourself,” you hum, and he can hear the smile in your voice. “Don’t worry, you’ve turned my brain to soup too.”

He asks, “What kind?” because it is in his nature, even though he’s starting to slip away. 

He’s still present enough, though, to hear the answer and huff a laugh. It’s a good one—his favorite. It’s, “Borscht.”

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"Unbidden, an image of Jayce smiling in bed earlier this morning comes to mind. Viktor's hand on his cheek. His slightly chapped lips. His bedhead. Stubble. His smile lines. The shape of his jaw."

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one of my favorite little scenes from coming home (but not to you) by @lesbianherald :) haven't done comics in so so long but really wanted to give it a shot lol

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Added the promised second part y’all!

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ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ꜰᴀɪʟ. ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ

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Somewhere, far away from Piltover 💕

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Little comic I made for Viktor's birthday (PART 1) Please consider following me on X/Bluesky/IG, I update them more often