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The development of the ‘Hexbots,’ as they have been calling them, revolutionized Hextech. It had been a very long, very tense few weeks leading to the eventual breakthrough that brought it all together, Jayce & Viktor had been locked in the lab for three consecutive days, they had agreed to leave if this last trial was a bust.
A bust, it was not.
They still have to figure out exactly how they work, or communicate with each other, but once one was given a task the whole swarm followed suit. Perhaps a hive mind? They can interlock, take almost any shape, & can withstand nearly anything they throw at it. They could be easily controlled by the synced headpiece, given a task they will uphold until told otherwise or disabled. The two men had created a strong malleable material they could use for countless applications, it was truly revolutionary.
That night had ended with them both passed out on the pull out couch they had Sky’s help sneaking in, a tangle of limbs as they collapsed together. It was the best sleep either of them had for the past two busy months.
The next day, they had brought Heimerdinger in to show him what they had. Mel had accompanied when she heard the two scientists had a major breakthrough, though she seemed more interested in their lab assistant than the actual breakthrough.
The general consensus from their small audience had been to proceed carefully, & to keep the council updated on advancements. Mel even had even come back after the others had left to tell the two scientists of a woman who may be very interested in what their tech could do, a woman with plenty of capital to fund their work. All they had to do was work on a little project for her, & she would continue to sponsor their work as thanks. An easy arrangement for them to commit to.
“Why am I the one who has to be the test subject? Why don’t you, if it’s really ‘no big deal?’” Jayce paces in front of the blackboard with a large diagram of the internal workings of one ‘hexbug,’ his arms waving wildly as he speaks. “Why me?”
“Eh, because I asked you to.” Viktor shrugs, letting Jayce deplete his nervous energy. “Jayce. The commissioner who is funding this, she had given us a very specific idea to somehow make work, then she would agree to becoming a sponsor. You would fit the specifications, I do not.”
“But the…the technology can be adapted, we don’t–why are you so stubborn–” Jayce finally drops into his chair with a huff, shoving his face into his hands. “We really don’t have to actually…Viktor, please.”
Viktor neglects to look up, still focused on the correspondence he & their commissioner had exchanged, letting out his own sigh. “Jayce. We have to test our inventions, make sure they actually work. That is why I am so ‘stubborn’ on this.”
“Easy for you to say!” Jayce throws his hands up, quickly letting his frustrations show. “You don’t–”
“What? Have to wear it?” Viktor scoffs, finally smirking at Jayce. “No, that is true. It’s just…with my hip–”
“Oh, finally gonna start looking after yourself? Quit pushing yourself so hard? So convenient it is just this moment you decide to…” Jayce groans, spinning in his chair. “Whatever. When was the last time you ate? Drank something besides coffee? Start there & I’ll consider it.”
“That’s all it would take?” Viktor collects his empty coffee mug, grabbing his cane to stand. “Alright, easy. Let's go get lunch.”
“Viktor–I really–” Jayce fidgets, unable to look Viktor in the eye. “You don’t have to be the one to…you know.”
“What? Lock you in this?” Viktor waves the schematics & notes in the air between them. “I do, actually. Besides, I want to be here, Jayce. In case anything goes wrong.”
“Okay yeah, but so hands on?” Jayce fiddles with the buttons of his vest, undoing each painfully slow.
“Jayce–I will have to observe your reactions to the belt, as well as the belts reaction to you. I will see all this eventually, no?” Viktor sets the materials down, leaning against the desk. “You are not doing this alone.”
“Ugh, fine.” Jayce quickly discards the vest he had nearly ripped the buttons off of, leaning over in his seat to begin removing his shoes. He glances at Viktor once he leans back up, seeing the other man watching him. He fumbles with his trousers next, avoiding looking at Viktor as he slides them down his legs. He folds them neatly, depositing them with the vest on the desk.
“Good start, was that so hard?” Viktor quips, he crosses his arms over his chest, gaze unwavering as Jayce undresses. “Ah, those as well. The shirt, that is up to you. Though I certainly won't object if you remove it as well.”
“You…you are going to enjoy this, aren’t you?” Jayce whines, though he quickly tosses his shirt aside. His underwear is removed slower, more hesitantly. His hands clasp in front of him, trying to save any modesty he can.
“What? Having Piltovers ‘Golden Boy’ under lock & key?” Viktor grabs his cane, walking closer to Jayce. He comondeers the seat Jayce had been occupying, motioning him closer. “Of course I will. Now come here, we should record base observations before anything else.”
“What? Why, I–if anything changes I would know!” Jayce presses his thighs together, though he stays firmly rooted in place.
“Posterity, Jayce. Now come here, no need to be shy.” Viktor snaps the elastic of the gloves he pulls on, “Would it make you more comfortable if I were also–”
“No! Just…fine.” Jayce takes a few steps closer, within reach of Viktor. He lets his hands drop, his ears burn as he forces himself to resist covering himself again. Jayce had been struggling enough to push his feelings down, Viktor joining him in his state of undress would only make things harder.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, Mr. ‘Man of Progress,’ you are a modern Adonis. Mm, no…you are much more handsome.” Viktor nods, unashamed of his open appreciation of Jayce’s body. He flips his journal open to a blank page, raising a hand before he pauses. “For some observations, I will need to touch you, alright? I…I can keep it minimal, if you prefer–”
“It’s fine. It’s fine, just…warn me.” Jayce shifts his weight as he feels his ears burning, he looks anywhere but Viktor’s face. He scrunches his eyebrows, deep in thought. Viktor is easily complimenting him, taking obvious pleasure in this, could his feelings be reciprocated? Or is this him just…trying to make Jayce comfortable?
“Okay, you have already given me measurements for the belt’s fit, waist measurements & the like. Now we need to make a record of what will be beneath the belt.” Viktor begins writing something, not looking up. “What terminology do you use?”
Jayce gapes for a moment, caught off guard. He shakes the thoughts from his mind, refocusing on the present. He can worry about feelings later. “Oh. I assumed you would use uh, medical terms.”
“Do you prefer that?” Viktor reaches across the desk, grabbing some latex gloves. “We can use whatever you want, whatever is comfortable.”
“No, no uh.” Jayce lets out a relieved breath. “Cunt or hole, um…cock, dick…folds.”
“Right, thank you, Jayce.” Viktor scribbles something hastily. When Viktor looks up he raises a finger, twirls it in a circle. Jayce spins around without a second thought. “Good. Very good.”
Jayce shivers, his hands clenching at his sides. When he is facing Viktor again, Viktor sets the journal down, picking up a measuring tape. “I’m going to take a measurement of your cock, first. Should I presume this is flaccid?”
“Flac–oh, uh. Yeah. Flaccid.” Jayce nods, clearing his throat. He jumps slightly when Viktor extends the tape, careful to not touch Jayce either himself or with the tape. “What measurements would you even…?”
“Feet further apart, Jayce. We don’t know how your body will react to the tech, it's best to get as much data as possible.” Viktor picks up the pen to scribble some measurements. “From my understanding this is large for men of your anatomy, correct?”
Somehow this makes Jayce even more mortified. “Yes…?” He cringes slightly.
“Mhm. Well endowed, I had no doubt.” Viktor chuckles when Jayce chokes, then raises his hands again. “I’m going to touch you now, to pull back the foreskin. Alright?” Viktor waits for Jayce to nod jerkily before he moves again, hands gentle but confident as he once again measures & records. “Is there significant growth when erect? Hm, you produce self lubrication? Precome? Would you say it's sufficient, or…?”
“I would be considered a grower, yes.” Jayce jokes, laughing stiffly. “Sufficient, yeah, that's one way to put it.”
“I’d like to get a measurement of your cock when erect, then. I can do the stimulating, if you would like. I, for the record, surely would like to.” Viktor leans back in his chair, tilting his head back to look into Jayce’s eyes. His knees fall apart further, & he carefully keeps the journal centered over his lap.
”V-Viktor!” Jayce groans, his ears beginning to burn again. “We don’t…we don’t really need that–”
“The more data we collect the better, Jayce.” Viktor smirks, tapping his pen onto the open journal. “I can assure you I am very skilled with my hands, I have never gotten any complaints–”
“How can you be so…nonchalant about this?” Jayce raises his hands to shove his face into, groaning quietly.
“Ehh…you Pilties are so…repressed. In nearly everything, but sex especially.” Viktor tucks the pen behind his ear, straightening in his seat. “I am unashamed of my desires, it is only human. This is common in Zaun, & is one way we differ. So, which will it be?”
“Okay. You can…you can touch me then.” Jayce sighs, his hands flexing at his sides.
“Gladly.” Viktor wastes no time getting his hands on Jayce, one hand grabbing at his hip to pull him closer. His other hand lightly brushes his knuckles up Jayce’s inner thigh, he smirks when Jayce shivers at the touch. He slowly makes his way between Jayce’s legs, he slides his gloved fingers between his folds, collecting precome there as he traces back to Jayce’s cock. “Mmm, I see, sufficient indeed.”
“Ah…I, uh, I had said so.” Jayce gasps, his hands raising before he quickly clasps them behind his back.
“You can hold onto me, my shoulders, if you’d prefer.” Viktor smiles up at Jayce, then refocuses his attention. He strokes over Jayce’s length, clicking his tongue as the sensitive flesh hardens in his grasp. “Oh, Janna, what a pretty cock you have…”
Jayce’s hands tremble as he hovers them over Viktor’s shoulders, after a moment he grips tightly at the fabric of the other man's shirt. “Vik…” His hips buck slightly when Viktor wraps his fingers around him, beginning to slowly jerk him off.
“You’re doing very well, Jayce.” Viktor flicks his eyes up, watches a moment as Jayce’s eyes close with his head dropped forward. He hums as Jayce’s eyebrows pinch together, his mouth widening on small gasps. “Good, good boy.”
“Fuck–” Jayce begins rocking into Viktor’s hands, moaning as he’s brought closer to the edge. Seemingly aware of this, Viktor pulls his hand back, glove coated by Jayce’s slick.
“Hm, you’d say this is fully erect?” Viktor grabs the tape measurer, retrieving the pen to record his findings again. “So big already…that was close, wasn’t it?”
“Viktor–” Jayce grits his teeth, digging his fingers into his partner’s shoulders. “Yes, it is. Yes, it was.”
“I think we should apply more stimulation, see if you grow even larger–” Viktor’s slick hand strokes down Jayce’s side. “Further research is required, Jayce.”
“I knew you would enjoy this, tormenting me.” Jayce shivers, sighing loudly. He makes no move to disengage from Viktor, however, instead leaning into him. “Okay, go ahead.” Jayce would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying Viktor’s hands on him, he actually enjoyed it too much. He hopes this doesn’t change things for the worse between them.
Viktor disengages from Jayce after a short while, sliding the headpiece to sit against his temples. The Hexbots move to follow their directions immediately, the tiny bots joining together to first wrap around Jayce’s hips, then flowing lower to cover his cunt. With the schematics being tailored for Jayce specifically, they fuse to become a form fitting barrier. Jayce glides his fingers over the surface, over the dome where the belt leaves room for Jayce’s cock to engorge unhindered. He feels lower, a smooth surface covering his hole. Fingers skating over the thin strap like bands that connect the belt to the panel, the bots locked loosely enough to flex with movement.
Jayce sighs as he realizes they work, maybe too well. He can’t get his fingers between the Hexbots & his skin, the bots seemingly reacting to his prodding, even. Tightening when Jayce wiggles his fingers against the belt, loosening when he drops his hands completely. There is no way for him to touch himself without removing the belt. The teasing from before leaving a heat simmering low in his belly, now stokes again as he realizes he cannot relieve the ache himself until this is off, at least until he leaves the lab.
“In case of an emergency, or it needing to be removed, I can disable the Hexbots.” Viktor starts, startling Jayce from his focus. “You will not be able to release yourself otherwise.”
“What? That–I didn’t–” Jayce sputters, still running his fingers over the surface as he gapes at Viktor. “We didn’t agree to that, I thought…”
“Thought you could just take it off once you leave? Jayce, we have to actually test it. You being unable to take it off is…well, the whole point.” Viktor stands, closing in on Jayce’s space. “What? Had you planned to go home after today, take off the belt to masturbate, then lock it back on to come into the lab?”
“I…I didn’t…” Jayce groans dramatically, attempting to slide fingers beneath the band to pull it free from his body. Even against his strength they hold firm, snug around his waist. “I didn’t think you were going to…to tease me so much, then lock it on before–”
“Are you really trying to break free already?” Viktor still wears a wide smirk, clearly enjoying Jayce’s plight. “I guess that would be good to test early. You are very strong, see if you can manage to remove it.” He shrugs when Jayce glares at him, side stepping his partner to give Jayce his seat back. He walks slowly across the lab, approaching the door. “Or you can stay locked in the belt, that's an option too.”
“Viktor…” Jayce whines, still prodding at the barrier between his legs. Nothing he tries gets him anywhere, the bots seemingly resisting all his efforts. “I can’t even…I can’t even try to pull it off!” He throws his hands up, huffing as he slumps into his chair.
“Aw, too bad…guess it stays. We can reassess tomorrow. Though, I must admit, if you prefer this state of undress in the lab…it will be difficult for me to get any work done.” Viktor turns to Jayce again as he pauses by the door, eyes slowly gliding down his body. “Even just knowing…I uh, I’ll be back shortly.”
“O-okay, point taken!” Jayce scrambles to collect his clothes again, almost falling over as he pulls his slacks back on. He ignores the snickering from across the room, grumbling as he slides his shirt over his head. Once he’s dressed again, he catches Viktor slipping out from the lab.
“So…how was your night, Jayce?” Viktor questions, setting down a mug for Jayce. He turns to lean on Jayce’s desk as he sips his coffee.
“It was…alright.” Jayce keeps his eyes turned down, trying to keep himself busy. “Um, how was yours?”
“Hm. Relaxing, satisfying.” Viktor tilts his head side to side, smirking. “No distractions, or restrictions, a fulfilling night.”
“Well, that’s very nice.” Jayce grumbles, rolling his eyes.
“Mhmm, it was very nice.” Viktor sighs, setting his mug aside. “So, is the device still proceeding as expected? Any pinching? Still comfortable?”
“I wouldn’t say comfortable.” Jayce sets his pen down, pushing his chair back slightly. “The fit is fine. It’s definitely working as intended. Are we taking it off?”
“Hm. I’d like to observe it myself, first.” Viktor slides a few steps away, making room for Jayce to stand. He sighs when Jayce groans. “Jayce, need I remind you, we are scientists? Recording our findings are pertinent.”
Jayce pushes the chair further back, already kicking his shoes off. “I’m aware, it’s actually hard to forget right now.” He undresses quickly, making a point to not look at Viktor.
“Oh, is it now?” Viktor watches Jayce undress, this time only pausing briefly before stripping to just the belt. “Is it really that distracting?”
“You know how it is…once you can’t have something, you want it even more.” Jayce side steps, offering Viktor his seat. “Forbidden fruit, or something like that.” He crosses his arms over his chest, looking anywhere other than Viktor’s face. “Not to mention the…stimulation…before putting it on.”
“Mmm, forbidden fruit indeed.” Viktor settles into the chair, turning to Jayce. “So, had you tried to release yourself last night? Did you try to work around it, to touch yourself?” Viktor laughs as Jayce quickly turns red, raising a hand to pat his side. “What? I would have, I will admit. Even if just to test it.”
“Y-yeah, I tried.” Jayce fidgets with his fingers, picking at the skin around his nails. “I couldn’t, it works as intended. We built it, of course it would.”
“Would you permit me to touch it?” Viktor smirks when Jayce nods, quick to brush his fingers across the front panel. Right where he imagines Jayce’s cock is beneath the belt. His fingertips draw circles, Jayce watching with rapt attention. “Hm…if I let you out, you cannot interfere. Do you think you could do that?”
“Interfere…? What would you do?” Jayce bites the inside of his cheek, his bottom lip pouting ever so slightly.
“You said you had tried to touch yourself, do you now not want to?” Viktor holds back a smile as Jayce sputters, shaking his head side to side quickly.
“No, thats–”
“We still have to test the belt though, so it needs to be…controlled. You can’t touch, but that doesnt mean I cannot.” Viktor’s fingers slide further back, stroking where he figures Jayce’s cunt would be leaking. “Unless you'd rather stay locked in it, of course.” Viktor lets his hands drop from Jayce, settling on his knees.
“No, Viktor–please, I want it off.” Jayce almost reaches for Viktor’s hands, hovering for a moment before he places them on Viktor’s shoulders.
“Okay, would you fetch the headpiece? I seemed to have left it at my workstation.”
Jayce nods, his hands dropping as he walks across the room. His return is quicker, impatient.
“Good, thank you.” Viktor smiles when Jayce hums an acknowledgement, taking the device before fitting it against his temples. “Hm…I have an idea, would you hold your hands behind your back for a moment?”
“Uh, sure…?” Jayce slowly complies, then gasps as the Hexbots begin moving. They seemingly liquify, flowing from around his waist to behind his back. The panel between his legs melt, the bots circling his wrists where he has his hands clasped. “O-oh!”
“Would you turn around, so I can see?” Viktor hums as Jayce spins, a hand raising to stroke his side. “Excellent.”
Jayce isn’t sure if he means to commend the bots, or himself. “Is this…necessary?”
“Well, maybe not. Though, this is very useful for learning what all the Hexbots can do. This both keeps the bots & your hands out of the way.” Viktor taps Jayce’s side twice, smiling when Jayce turns. “Now, would you like me to begin?”
“Yeah, yes.” Jayce sighs heavily, his hands flexing where they are bound behind him. He tugs only a little, just to test the hold. He jerks slightly when Viktor’s fingertips brush along his outer thigh, up to his hip then down again. His hands flattens over the front of Jayce’s thighs, slowly petting across his skin.
“Tsk, I haven’t even really touched you, yet you’re already dripping…” Viktor slides his fingers up his inner thighs, stopping where Jayce’s arousal wets his skin. “Are you always this…needy?”
“I–I’m not ‘needy!’” Jayce huffs, pulling again at the bots restraining him. “You teased me so much yesterday, then put me in this before I could–”
“Orgasm? That’s why you are needy now?” Viktor swipes through the flood of arousal, raising his hand for Jayce to see his wet fingers. “What would you call this then?” Viktor doesn’t give Jayce a chance to respond, his hand returning to slide through Jayce’s folds, collecting more slick to circle his already throbbing cock with. “It’s alright, no need to be embarrassed. The…eagerness is attractive.”
“Ah–Vik!” Jayce’s hips twitch forward into Viktor’s hand, groaning when Viktor’s free hand quickly stills him by grasping his hip.
“Hm, how do you feel about penetration?” Viktor slides his fingers back between his folds, his fingers barely pressing over his hole. “Do you enjoy it?”
“It’s fine–good, I do. I enjoy it.” Jayce’s eyes pinch closed, his hips still trying to jerk into Viktor’s hand.
Viktor hums, two fingers sinking just to the first knuckle. Barely anything for Jayce to work with. The hand on Jayce’s hip falls away, Jayce immediately rutting down into Viktor’s fingers. Trying to get more, to pull the digits deeper. Viktor pulls his hand back, smirking as Jayce squirms.
“Ah–Viktor…” Jayce whines, his eyes flying open to see Viktor’s hand hovering between his legs.
“Eager…yes, that’s good.” Viktor watches Jayce’s face intently, drinking in every small gasp & twitch of muscles. He relents only slightly, holding his hand in place while Jayce attempts to fuck himself. “Go on then.”
Jayce’s eyes widen, huffing as he stills. “You’re being cruel…” Nonetheless, Jayce rolls his hips down after a moment, onto Viktor’s fingers. He slowly lifts himself, sinking back down to take Viktor’s fingers deeper. “I thought…you said I couldn't interfere, w-what would you call this, then?” His upper body twists, trying to pull his arms free.
“Tsk, I guess you are right…” Viktor quickly raises a hand to return to Jayce’s hip, the other thrusting up into his cunt. He hums as he thrusts two fingers in, deeper than Jayce could manage by himself. Jayce’s loud moan spurs him on, speeding up his thrusts. “Is this better? How about this?” Viktor curls his fingers, pressing towards Jayce’s tummy briefly.
Jayce jerks forward, moaning as his eyes roll back. “Vik, please–”
Viktor stills his hand, fingers fully buried in Jayce’s dripping cunt. “I have thought of some information I should have recorded yesterday, I’m going to ask you a few questions, alright?” The long fingers curled on his hip grips tighter. He gives Jayce no time to respond, immediately jumping into the questions as he whines. “Have you been able to orgasm from penetration alone?”
“Uh–no.” Jayce leans heavily into Viktor’s hands, his walls tightening around Viktor’s still fingers. “Please, Viktor–”
“Answer my questions & I will reward you.” Viktor curls his fingers, smirking when Jayce jerks again. “You have only ever orgasmed with stimulation to your dick then, correct?”
“Yes!” Jayce moans as he is rewarded with Viktor’s fingertips messaging his walls briefly.
“How often do you masturbate? Do you orgasm every time?” Viktor leans forward, plunging a third finger into Jayce’s hole.
“Ah! Uhh…at least once a day–” Jayce groans, his eyes closing tight. “With…hormones–I can’t go a day without coming at least once, u-usually more. Sometimes I…stop before I f-finish.” He tries to rock down into Viktor’s hand, beginning to pant. “I usually, uh…end the day w-with one.”
“Ah, I see. So this has been tough on you…” Viktor begins fingering Jayce again, setting an excruciatingly slow pace. This time he continues as he speaks, not stopping for Jayce to answer his questions. “Poor baby, too horny for his own good. Have you tried anal?”
“Y-yeah, V, I can’t–please, will you–”
“Touch your cock? Jerk you off? Or…let you orgasm?” Viktor speeds his fingers, smirking up at Jayce. “Answer me, I’ll reward you.”
“Yes! Yes, please! Viktor, let me–” Jayce cries out when Viktor’s thumb swipes once over his cock, not nearly enough. “I–I’m answering, please!”
“Yes, good boy.” Viktor slowly pulls his fingers out, making sure to wipe some slick onto Jayce’s cock as his hand retreats. “I have a reward in mind, be patient, alright?” He reaches across the desk, digs through the pile of clothes before refocusing on Jayce. “Let me clean you up, I told you yesterday, you don’t need to wear these. Silly boy.” He wipes the slick from his thighs, carefully passing over his cunt before he dries his own hands off.
“Viktor, please–I can’t go another day–” Jayce whines with his hips jerking, unsure if he should grind into the fabric or away from it as Viktor cleans him.
“Shh, it’s alright Jayce. I’ll take care of you.” Viktor soothes, the hand at his hip rubbing a thumb into his heated skin. Viktor tosses the underwear away, leaning forward to quickly press his lips to Jayce’s tense stomach. “Catch your breath, just a moment.” Viktor pulls back, his left foot tapping Jayce’s foot for him to spread his legs farther.
Jayce throws his head back, panting open mouthed. His arms flex, still unable to pull free from the bots restraining him. He focuses on his breathing, trying to relax all his taut muscles. “Viktor…”
“It’s alright, you’re doing great. Answering all my questions, listening so well.” Viktor’s hands pet softly across his hips & thighs. “Hold still, alright?”
Jayce lets his head drop, looking at Viktor before he nods. He gasps as the bots reshape again, liquifying to once again wrap around him. His hands stay in place even as the bots no longer restrain him, though he whines when they shield his cunt once again.
“Hold on, I’m not done. Comfortable? Nothing pinching?” Viktor continues petting Jayce's thighs, soft & attentive.
“N-no, it’s fine…”
“Good, one moment.” Viktor watches Jayce’s face intently, wanting to see his reaction.
Jayce jerks with a small yelp, feeling the belt moving. Still secured around his waist, he feels something push between his folds, into his hole. “V-Viktor–” He groans, his cunt squeezing around the small intrusion. It’s similar in size to three of Viktor’s fingers, a pleasant fullness. Even harder to ignore than the belt itself.
“It doesn’t hurt, right?” Viktor questions, searching Jayce’s hazy eyes for any sign of discomfort.
“No, it–oh, that feels good–” Jayce rolls his hips forward, a small whine when it offers no additional stimulation.
Viktor removes the headpiece, setting it onto the desk behind him. He reaches for Jayce’s hands, drawing his attention. “Great, it should feel good, it is a reward after all.”
“Wh–but, I thought…”
“Oh, silly boy. You thought your reward would be an orgasm?” Viktor smiles, shaking his head. When Jayce pouts, Viktor strokes a hand down his side. “Not right now, maybe later. The day isn't over…but we have work to do.”