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Silco’s survival was only because Jinx’s gun had missed his most crucial points, shimmer and Singed had fixed him up for the most part, that being said he still nearly died that day.
The situation between Zaun and Piltover had only gotten worse, he’d have to take a step back from leadership because of his wounds, the pressure in The Lanes only heightened with the Enforcers taking too much interest.
Silco had barely recovered and he already felt everything was falling apart again.
Especially when half of Zaun had gotten themselves locked up in Stillwater over the riots, Sevika had come barrelling inside The Last Drop in an attempt to find Jinx, her mechanical arm torn off from her side and she wasn’t doing well all around.
Jinx had only jumped from above the beams on the ceiling when Sevika had mentioned Isha’s arrest.
And now Silco was alone again and worrying.
He knew his girl had a plan and he had no doubts in Sevika, he rarely did but Stillwater was a high security prison and one wrong move could leave them both to their demise.
So Silco was left there, trying to bridge his mind on something that would just make him forget.
He’d reached over and grabbed his cigar case, flicking it open, making a face at the lack he had left.
His fingers ghosted over one only did his movement pause when he saw the case rattle in front of him, but it wasn’t just the case, no, it was the table too- and the bookshelves across from him and-.
Silco’s eyes shot up towards the door, his lips parted as he watched a shadow moving closer and closer, obscuring the small light that came from the window.
He’d wished he had a weapon to reach for in that moment as his eyes flickered across the room in an attempt to grab something, anything.
No threat to him should be able to come up here, the people of Zaun respected him, they wouldn’t flee just because an Enforcer or two had forced themselves into The Last Drop.
That being said, Silco had only assumed it was an enforcer, although the hulking figure approaching in front of his field of vision was soon dampening his initial thoughts.
A heartbeat in his head is all Silco could hear until the growling started, Silco’s skin paled as he pushed his chair back from his desk, cautious.
“Show yourself!”
Perhaps he shouldn’t have goaded it, maybe he should have attempted to flee out a different exit route, one of Jinx’s from the roof perhaps but it was too late to plan an escape before the door was flung open and a flash of grey and chemical green was all he could see.
Silco wished he would have been swifter in that moment, his chair toppling to the ground when he’d stood up too quickly, pushing it behind him in a last attempt to use it as an obstacle, only it posed futile.
The thing- no, the beast had grabbed the large clawed hand around his neck forcing Silco to face him.
Large protruding teeth stared back at him, mismatched eyes that had a red glow which mirrored Silco’s own and a face that felt like a memory.
Recognition plagued Silco’s mind and he was certain he was staring at a ghost.
Silco felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment, the horror that something about the hound seemed so familiar was fighting against his better, more sane judgement.
Still, whatever Silco had been thinking at that moment he hadn’t expected the thing to speak to him.
“Silco”. The gravely accented voice so similar to the one man he’d never imagined to see again
A large nose pressed against the side of Silco’s neck before Silco had any chance to process his thoughts, the beast had manhandled him forward, nuzzling against his skin.
Those teeth could easily bite into his jugular, tear out his vocal cords and leave him bleeding out and as much to Silco’s embarrassment, the danger went straight to his nether regions just as a tongue flattened against his scent gland, causing a whimper to fall from Silco’s lips.
The second time his name was said again, the beast’s tone was less vicious, his words made Silco’s head spin, reminiscing the last time Vander had said his name like that.
Ah, Vander.
Silco sucked in a breath like he’d been holding it this whole time, his half lidded eye widened realising his skepticism was perhaps right all along.
“Vander-“. Silco’s voice was strained against who he presumed to be Vander’s hand, his guess only became true the moment Vander groaned against his neck, rolling his cheek over his scent gland like his scent was some sort of aphrodisiac.
“-It’s you? But how- you’re-“. He was dead, Silco had seen him die doped up on Shimmer in front of him, the very day he’d taken in Jinx, Silco had even performed a ceremony in secret for his passing.
But now Vander was here with a different face whilst he calmed himself down on his scent.
Silco’s mind must be playing tricks on him, with all the obscurities in Runeterra this might just take the cake.
Still, Silco’s hands reached out to brace on Vander’s furry arms, his fingers dwarfed against Vander’s frame.
A sound resonated from Vander’s throat, something skin to purr, who would have thought a killing machine who had left countless bodies just down stairs could be dumbed down to this just by Silco’s pheromones.
A breath got stuck in Silco’s throat and he was so overcome by emotions he didn’t know how to fucking feel.
His- he didn’t know what they were when everything had gone down last time they saw each other, but his Vander was back with a face of a wolf and all Silco could do was melt in his grasp.
He probably should be concerned about the blood covering Vander’s mouth, worried about who exactly he’d massacred in his no doubt rampage barrelling into here.
It could have been him on the other end of those fangs, could have been him ripped to shreds by the enlarged claws but instead all Silco got was his tongue against his neck.
Never in his wildest dreams would he have conjured something like this up in his mind, nevermind Vander becoming a creature of the night.
It should terrify him, and well in a way it did but this was also making him discover things about himself he’d never thought before.
“Vander-“.
Even when he tried to pull back, all he got was a growl from the back of Vander’s throat, Vander’s other obscenely large hand wrapping around his waist and Silco was certain sure Vander could just manhandle him around with that.
Silco gulped, thoughts flashing through his mind at a million times per second, what was Vander’s plan?
Although Silco's thoughts came to a halt when he felt the hand drop from around his neck, claws hooking into the front of his tailored shirt and ripping it from his body.
Silco jostled forward, he didn’t even have any time to react before he was thrown violently against his desk, whatever was on it including his treasured glass falling to the ground.
Vander’s animalistic behaviour didn’t cease like he was so hellbent on mounting and breeding Silco, Silco hadn’t yet registered the heat that suddenly surged through his body.
He’d thought he was too old for that, he hadn’t had any symptoms relating to a heat in so long but Vander had just spiralled his biology and induced it by just existing.
It didn’t take long for Silco to be bare with just shreds of clothes to cover his dignity, Vander’s claws had scraped across the surface of his skin, raised red mark’s littering his chest and flat stomach.
“Oh God-“.
The Omega whispered to himself, letting his legs be spread to either side as he was laid to bare it all to the werewolf in front of him.
His cunt was leaking everywhere, yearning for whatever Vander had to give him.
Silco didn’t exactly anticipate Vander to change even just a little bit down there but of course his cock had to fit his new stature, even bigger than his previous unfairly large dick the last time this happened between them.
This cock though?
If it wasn’t for the heat, Silco would be scared just from the sheer size of it, slapping up against Vander’s stomach when he pulled it from those makeshift pants.
The head was red and angry, weeping cum and Silco just wanted to feel it inside, relish in how much it would stretch him.
That being said, Silco was always a small man, lanky in all places and that never changed as he grew older, Vander though? He only seemed to get bigger, and quite literally now it seemed.
Vander’s cock slid over his cunt, nudging against his clit to lay over his abdomen and stomach, if Silco had thought it was large before, seeing it in comparison to his own body made his head whirl yet all he could do was salivate for it.
“Vander- please”. Silco whined, a lust ridden mind taking over his more sensible senses as he’d reached down and wrapped a hand around Vander’s cock, he could barely fit his fingers around it.
He tried to grind his pussy up against Vander’s dick, his slick causing an easy slide and even with the small amount of stimulation he felt himself go haywire over it.
But Vander seemed to have different idea’s after watching Silco struggle for it, another growl ripping from him as he tugged Silco’s hand away from his cock so he could finally line himself up with that willing hole.
Vander didn’t give Silco a second chance to breath before he was pushing inside, a pornographic squelch of his cunt being filled following and Silco swore he could feel it in his ribs, his eyes going wide as he stared down at the sudden bulge in his stomach, the indent that Vander’s cock had caused.
It wouldn’t be the first time, he’d been used to Vander being so well endowed in the past but not like this.
That being said, it only made Silco crave it more.
He’d barely had time to get a word out before two strong clawed hands were wrapping around his waist, pulling Silco back from his cock then Vander thrusting his hips forward, his balls slapping against Silco’s ass whilst bestial sounds emitted from his throat.
All Silco could do was take it like a good little Omega, his eyes becoming teary as he watched in awe at the way Vander’s cock hammered in and out of his cunt, his head trying to count how many times his stomach bulged in front of his blurry vision.
Silco only got to five before his head was tossing back and he was whimpering in pleasure.
Maybe if Silco wasn’t so cock drunk he’d be concerned about any possibilities of getting pregnant over Vander using him, but that was the least of his worries at present- not as if he had any when he was in a state of euphoria, his eyes zoning in and out of focus and his legs threatened to clamp shut if it wasn’t for Vander’s hulking body between them.
Moans bubbled up from his throat, barely able to get any legible words out.
Silco felt like they’d barely even started either and he was already so out of it and if his heat had indeed triggered there was no stopping Vander for the next few hours.
Not that Silco had any room to complain.
Vander’s face pressed against his neck again, scenting at Silco’s gland whilst his teeth grazed against his flesh, Vander’s mouth took up almost the entirety of his shoulder, his bite marks would no doubt leave scarring but Silco was hoping for it.
Vander’s movements only became more erratic, the head of his cock nudging against his cervix like it was asking for entrance, the pain sparked right down to Silco’s cunt making more slick gush out from his hole.
Indubitably if he looked himself in the mirror the makeup Silco applied to one side of his face would be smudged, he probably looked like a mess all weepy eyed with drool sticking to his lips but nobody else would see him like this and he was certain sure Vander would tear anyone to shreds if they did.
The thought of Vander killing for him made his pussy clench around the cock inside him, a hiccuped groan escaping Silco’s lips and his hips jerked forward.
He hadn’t even registered himself coming, he swore he’d blacked out for a moment, Silco’s head lolled back against his own desk as he suddenly felt overstimulated but Vander soon pulled back from his neck, staring down at him with predatory eyes with no intent on letting up until he finally knotted Silco.
It was going to be a long night and Silco was ready for it all.