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“Alright, V, come on out so you can fight me and fuck me or whatever,” he sighed, doing another sweep over the room. Finding no one, he tentatively put his hammer down and unlocked the shell of the hub to troubleshoot. He surveyed the damage in bewilderment until he caught movement in his peripheral and squinted. He blinked a couple times to make sure his vision was clear and that he wasn't hallucinating from sleep deprivation or tipsiness. He was certain that he'd made it impossible for any creatures to get in, and he couldn't fathom how one could be so destructive or precise, but maybe Viktor had built a machine for that purpose and was controlling it from afar. He steeled himself, then strode over to the conduit on the furthermost side, where he'd spotted the shadow, and tilted its panel. It was hot to the touch and crackling underneath, but the sound and sparks stopped once he intervened. He inspected it only to find an all-too-familiar figure hiding under a gear.
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“Viktor???”
“Ah. Hi.”
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“This has to be a dream,” he muttered and scrubbed his eyes. Viktor seized the opportunity to scurry away but was unable to avoid being spotted again.
“Do you dream of me often, Defender?” he lilted as he scrambled to resume doing as much damage as he could.
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“Vik, what in the actual, certifiable fuck is going on?”
“Is it not obvious? Since you were unable to get a filtration system approved, this glorified poison generator — no offense — has been polluting everything south of your city and making the little people sicker. So, I am encouraging the council to improve it if they don't want subsequent incidents. I wrote as much for them,” he gestured at a barely-noticable engraving.
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“Ok, that's… justified… but how are you so small?!”
“Glad you asked… Unfortunately, the answer is lackluster. I just utilized our reduction rune sequence in augmentations to both myself and my suit, initially only for precision and ease of diagnostics without disassembly… And now, here we are.”
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“Did you… Did you at least test it on something organic before doing it to yourself?”
“I did not; you remember how that backfired with the plants… In any case, they proved incompatible.”
He severed and frayed yet another wire, which added to the shower of sparks bouncing off his armor. Jayce rubbed his brow.
“Right… Listen, just— I'll keep working on the council. In the meantime, please get out of the motherboard.”
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?”
“Yes?”
“No, I don't think I will,” he hummed and soldered a clamp shut before melting its surrounding coil. Jayce groaned.
“If you trip the fuse, they'll send backup… C'mon, V, you've made enough work for me already. Wrap it up.”
“Don't tell me what to do.”
Jayce tried to catch him repeatedly in vain, unable to maneuver deftly enough while dodging blasts from his laser. Viktor somehow seemed faster and lighter on his feet than usual. Jayce gave up once a lock of his hair was singed off.
Soon, there was enough smoke to set off the fire alarm. Jayce hurried to disengage it, but the sprinklers were already saturating the board. A circuit blew and plunged the whole grid into darkness.
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“Happy now?”
“We both know I am incapable of experiencing joy.”
Jayce scoffed, then fumbled to unplug everything before there was a risk of electrocution. He mentally counted down the seconds until the system would attempt an automatic reset. When the light bathed Viktor once more, he wasted no time scruffing him.
“Rude,” he frowned under his mask.
“You little shit, now we're both screwed,” he sighed, unintentionally puffing air that billowed Viktor's cape and hair. Jayce was drawn out of mulling over possibilities by the uncharacteristic silence that followed, quirking a brow at the lack of even snarky posturing. Despite the glowing lenses, he could tell that Viktor was staring.
“What? Why're you looking at me like that?”
“... Your big mouth is stupidly sexy at this size,” he grumbled, turning away as best he could while dangling.
Jayce's cheeks tinted in surprise, and he found himself at a loss for words until he decided to lean into it.
“Cute,” he chuckled, then grinned deviously, flashing a fang. “So cute that I could just eat you up~”
“Fuccck… I don't have time to experience another awakening, so if you would kindly—”
“No can do… What? What did you expect?”
Viktor blasted the spot where Jayce's glove was pinching him. Jayce yelped prematurely from the heat and let go but then managed to catch him, pinning the Hexclaw so it was pointing away.
“Rude,” he mimicked.
“Fuck you for forcing me to do this manually,” he flipped him off.
“Wish you would.”
“Bite me.”
Jayce was about to teasingly kinkshame him when he heard heavy thumping up the steps and several authoritative voices in a nearby room.
“(Viktor, I'm gonna need you to shut up and stay out of view until they're gone.)”
“And why would I do that?” he snapped. “This city already pretends I was never a part of it. I… appreciate your residual sentimentalities, but I am not afraid of them. I'd sooner die underboot than cower in the corner. I will be reckoned with. They will learn to fear me.”
“(Goddammit),” he hissed under his breath as the sounds grew louder. He gave Viktor a funny look, barely hesitating before shoving him in his mouth. He wasted no time slicking him up — ignoring the flurry of indignation but staying mindful of his teeth — and then carefully sending him down his gullet with several hard gulps and coughs, eyes watering as he fumbled to drink directly from the cold coffee pitcher. Viktor went still all at once the moment Jayce had first swallowed, body going lax for some reason, but his armor still made it difficult. He felt Viktor be squeezed into his stomach and land with a muffled splash, followed by rumbles, but he didn't have time to do more than wipe his mouth and press inward gingerly before the door flew open.
“Small problem,” he managed, voice hoarse, then pointed out the message Viktor had lasered onto the shell. He debriefed them with improvised excuses and assurances as fast as possible while struggling not to react whenever he felt Viktor move the slightest bit. Once they were gone, he closed the door again and slumped into his chair, then poked under his corset gently.
“... Vik? You ok in there? … Please just respond. Punch me, anything. I'm sorry, I know it was a dick move and borderline insane; I—”
The incoming transmission buzz began, and he exhaled in relief. He accepted it with shaky fingers.
“Jayce. Relax. I am unmaimed and don't resent you more than I did prior to your impulse snacking, if that knowledge will make your insides stop being so tumultuous with panic... Just breathe, alright? Slow and deep. I'll count.”
Jayce wibbled but complied, arms coming to hug his middle. If Viktor noticed, he pretended not to, instead continuing to guide him to a calm state. Once his pulse was even again and the air was whooshing normally, Viktor hazarded a single, tentative stroke along the nearest groove and heard his breath hitch all around him. It jolted simultaneously, jostling Viktor, then clenched and fluttered, walls kneading tighter. Viktor waited for any other response, but there was only a new thrum building from Jayce's navel pulse below him, which made the whole space move more with each beat that coursed through. Jayce tried to play it off.
“Sorry, I— Thank you,” he wavered.
“I should be the one saying as much. Specifically, sorry for trying to attempt a convoluted suicide mission in front of you, fueled by spite, and forcing you to intervene.”
“You didn't force anything,” he frowned. “I literally just forced you down my throat.”
“... I'll admit, I didn't think you'd actually eat me,” he shrugged with fake nonchalance. “Turns out that you do have guts after all. And — let me tell you — they're grotesque.”
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“I mean, I figured as much, but did you need to tell me?” he cringed. “I don't wanna know.”
“It's fine in the dark. But now that I know you're filled to the brim with a frankly absurd amount of ulcers, I can't not return to fix them. You owe me that much so I can forget… And, might I remind you, you wouldn't have to deal with any ailments if you'd just stop being so narrow-minded and embrace the glory of machine—”
“Yeah, yeah, got it… Besides, I'm already embracing you. That counts.”
Viktor huffed in bemusement, and they fell into a less tense silence.
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“Are you certain you're alright, though?”
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“Honestly? I'm just glad you didn't make me choke or try to laser your way out,” he half-joked with a nervous laugh.
“... You really think I would do such things?” he asked quietly.
“No! No, I… I don't know anymore,” he confessed, somehow sounding even quieter.
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“Well, I wouldn't,” he sighed. “It seems you are my downfall, seeing as I can never bring myself to truly harm you… There is something about this environment that spurs me into unfathomable admissions. A strange sort of intimacy, I suppose. It's actually very soothing… Lo, the Golden Boy is beautiful on the inside and out. Who would have thought you contain such an unassuming sanctuary at your core?”
“... So you- you don't want me to let you out?” he hazarded, trying not to sound hopeful.
“If you did, I'd be obligated to fuck up more, which would inevitably lead to another fight… So, later. Please. My excuse is it's not as if I can study physiology like this elsewhere. Also, I am very cozy and inclined to sleep, in no small part thanks to the rocking motions and rhythmic lullaby of your body… Your soft, slick warmth, as if a pussy was a room…”
Jayce shook his head incredulously but didn't want him to reconsider, so he locked up and hurried home in silence. Once they arrived, he figured he'd just work at his desk to avoid waking Viktor but stay alert in case he changed his mind. Viktor, however, roused at the telltale creak of his stairs.
“You are not returning to the… event?”
“Course not,” he grinned, already starting to undress. “I'd take any excuse to leave, but you're my favorite incentive.”
Viktor couldn't help smiling at that, glad some things hadn't changed. The space rounded out as Jayce took off his corset and stretched in relief, muscles moving like a rolling wave.
“And besides, I wanna… focus fully,” he mumbled, then slid his arms around to cradle him in the most subtle manner possible and closed his eyes, just feeling the tiny form nestled in the pit of his stomach.
“... What do you mean?”
…
“On you,” he murmured, even softer. “I… I'm really enjoying this, ok? Way too much.”
Viktor perked up.
“Is that so~?”
Jayce withered at his tone, realizing he was thoroughly boned.
“And did you like it when I… pet you?”
“Yes. I'm sorry; I know it's sick, but I—”
“You're precious,” he crooned, beginning to massage the nearest folds soothingly with both hands. Jayce gasped. It jostled Viktor more than before, but he wasn't dissuaded. “Never, never apologize for feeling good.”
“Oh god,” he whispered, which was still loud enough to reverberate and make the space vibrate. “... Feels so good,” he whimpered, trying to grasp at him. Viktor amplified his ministrations, and Jayce whined with need, arching as his muscles contracted haphazardly, overwhelmed by the novel sensations and pleasure coursing through him. Emboldened, Viktor added his third arm and straddled it as well, metal dick expanding on its own as he succumbed to the desire to rut into the filaments of the closest plush groove in it. Jayce moaned low, clenching and vibrating even more.
“Baby… If you keep doing that, I'm… mmngh…… Oh, fuck, are you…?”
“Yes,” he cried. “You're— perfection.”
“Vik— Ah— Viktor… I think I'm gonna come just from this— it's like a fucking prostate massage,” he panted, voice becoming heady.
“Come for me, love. Come with me in your guts, like you always do.”
The space tensed up, and then it started quaking, its squeezing becoming the most intense yet as it grew more snug. With a strangled noise, he pressed firmly into his belly, back arching against it. For several seconds, there was just a mind-blowing rush of pleasure thrumming through his body, and then he went slack. He curled in on himself, chest heaving and muscles still spasming haphazardly through the aftershocks, when he felt and heard Viktor follow, wanting to hold him tighter. For a while, they just recovered.
“Fuck… Hah, holy fuck…… I can't believe we just… You're… I wish we could stay like this forever,” he half-joked with a breathy, almost sad laugh, rubbing tenderly. Viktor hugged the wall without reservations.
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“Technically, we could— it's not as if I have biological functions anymore, let alone anything that could corrode. I'd just make you swallow half my shrunken lab so I don't get bored. And my medical supplies, so I can patch you up.”
For a moment, Jayce imagined the logistics, then snorted in bemusement.
“You're batshit and I love you. I'd feel bloated as hell with all of that in there, presuming I managed to get it down… How would you even work around — ugh — around the… the food and stuff?” he cringed, trying not to think about it.
“I'd make do,” he shrugged. “At the least, I would be amenable to an extended stay. Like I said, you're very cozy. I might even go so far as to consider it therapeutic.”
Jayce stared at his middle with wide eyes, then added a skeptical raised brow, as if Viktor could see.
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“Sure, why not,” he sighed, which tapered into a yawn. “... ‘M feeling the same, I guess… Just in the opposite way. Wanna keep you in me so you can't leave again, hah… Wanna be able to feel you all the time, center myself around you… but I'd miss seeing you and having you in my arms…”
“I would miss doing crime, as well as smooching the smug smirks off your face, were I never to rejoin the outside world.”
“Oh, thank fuck… I really, really want to kiss you,” he mumbled.
“I know, puppy,” he lilted, caressing the part of the wall he was leaning into soothingly and eliciting an involuntary whine. “Your adorable, squishy side is equal parts endearing and redeeming. I promise you'll get all the kissies you desire after you, eh, relocate me.”
“Ughhh… Not looking forward to that part.”
The thought alone triggered a single hiccup. He covered his mouth embarrassedly.
“Your poor nervous stomach… We should adapt a teleportation device for this purpose before next time. Can you even imagine how fucked up it would be if I crawled out of your ass?”
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“Trying not to, thanks…… But, I mean, I am clean and empty. I kinda only drank coffee the past two days, and then I was feeling lucky about our rendezvous, so I… came prepared. Assumed your dick would be at normal size.”
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“You want to feel me move against your prostate.”
“Fuck… Yeah, yeah I do.”
“Like I said, adorable~ Though it would take a while for me to wiggle through your sensitive guts.”
“Yeah,” he whimpered. “Oh god, V—”
“I require no further convincing. Just a shower afterwards.”
“Of course,” he wheezed, equal parts giddy and mortified. “... After all these years, all the people I've met, you're still the only one who gets me. Who gets inside of me, even.”
“Who matches your freak.”
“That too,” he laughed, patting his gut affectionately like he would Viktor's shoulder.
“Unfortunately, the sentiment is mutual. You've hexed this shiny metal dick… Now, let's rest. I'll stay right here until you're ready.”
Jayce hummed in content agreement and began rubbing his tummy again, delighting in the feeling of Viktor doing the same on the other side as they drifted off to sleep.
“Strangely enough — or, equally strange, I suppose — it was like a fullbody massage. Minimal to no effort required, but I couldn't resist working you up every now and again.”
“Felt amazing,” he stretched in bliss. “You might as well've been fucking happy chemicals directly into my brain.”
Viktor traced the contours of his beer belly contemplatively.
“Intriguing… Now that you mention it, I recall reading a study on how the digestive system is linked to pleasure and satisfaction. I'd suspect that you like having full, active guts because of the stimulation of receptors there. Particularly, along the anemone-like lining.”
“Huh… Yeah, that makes sense. Y'know I'm always eating my feelings… and drinking them away,” he quipped sheepishly. Viktor fell quiet, just petting his abundance of hair with a pensive expression.
“... I worry about your health,” he finally confessed into his skin. “You are incapable of looking repulsive, but I loathe your self-destructive tendencies. If you would just- just let me ensure that I won't fucking lose you, then we could resume our… ethical debates and address conflicting obligations while you stuff yourself silly with nary a care and no consequences. Unpacking such issues takes time. Time that worsens the state of your organs as it progresses.”
“... You really do care about me more than I ever could.”
“If you die, I will kill every single bureaucrat and then myself.”
“… You're serious,” he grimaced.
“It is a guarantee, not a threat.”
“Ok, ok! Sheesh… I guess it would put both of our minds at ease if I had synthetic organs, huh. So I won't have to worry about you going off the deep-end because of my piss-poor decisions.”
“No one would have to find out. And you'd have much more control over your body than you ever could through physiological means, with the ability to customize it yourself. Despite your preconceptions, everything I do truly is transparent, centered around autonomy and individuality. I'd never want to change what makes you… you, either. Just enhance it.”
“... I… I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'd like that… I mean, of course some part of me deep down has always wanted some part of you all to myself, some hard proof that I'm not- that I'm not… alone again. That I didn't lose you beyond repair. But I also haven't really felt like I've owned my body in a long time,” he added softly, avoiding his gaze. Viktor's hand stilled but pressed deeper for comfort over an indent from his corset, giving him the reassurance to continue. “Not since they turned me into… this. I have an image they set for me… Just once, I'd like to do something on my own that doesn't hurt me. Something that would piss them off.”
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“Like harboring Piltover's Most Wanted for unauthorized interior renovations?” he smirked. Jayce was caught offguard at the genuine smile but couldn't help chuckling.
“Exactly that… And besides, it's been a while since we've collaborated.”
“I admittedly miss those days… You're under constant scrutiny now.”
“It's hard for this beautiful face to go unrecognized in the public eye, but we'll figure it out… Hey, want some coffee? I'm craving another cup or two.”
“No. No, you are not subjecting your pitiful, empty stomach to that. You have a problem, Jayce.”
“We've already established that I have many,” he huffed.
“Everything smelled like coffee. While pleasant, it's…”
“Unhealthy, I know,” he rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the concern, but I can't quit cold turkey.”
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“You could, with one of my patches.”
“I'll manage. Still not sold on the mind augments.”
“It's just a temporary alteration—”
“Just one cup. Ok? … Fine, a half cup.”
“Diluted, and with food.”
“... Will you hate me if I get donuts?”
“Of course not. It's better than whatever this is. Your entire system must be shot; I don't know how you're still functioning.”
“That's the magic of sugar and bean caffeine, baby~”
“Do you have any idea how noisy it is in there?” he teased.
“I mean, no, obviously, but I can guess. It almost drowned out your voice on the mic at times.”
“It's a cacophony, nothing short of a veritable zoo. All… brgle grrble glorp—” he emphasized while beginning to tickle his torso with his fingertips in tandem. Jayce squeaked and cracked up, middle jerking and limbs flailing until he managed to smush Viktor's face back down into it. Viktor relented, grinning against the soft hair as Jayce caught his breath under him.
“You should simply eat the other councilors along with every other bureaucrat who gives you a hard time,” he deadpanned. “For strength. There's no law against that yet.”
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“Please never stop being like this.”
“Only if you acquire sustenance~ I'll handfeed you each mouthful and kiss your throat as they go down, then rub your belly and remind you that you're a good boy. We can even fall asleep like that.”
“(Fuck),” he groaned and scrambled out of bed. “On it.”