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For starters, Viktor doesn't know where the fuck he is.
The last thing he remembers is riding Jayce's cock like there's no tomorrow late that afternoon on their couch. Frankly speaking, his right leg was seriously starting to hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the feeling of Jayce's long and thick cock filling him up and ramming his prostate perfectly. They were already on their thirteenth round, if he recalls correctly, and he was panting and whining Jayce's name in equal measure as his husband assisted him in lifting his ass up and down because of how exhausted he already was at that point.
Being in their mid-forties, thirteen rounds in a single day is admittedly overkill. Maybe a few glasses of wine during lunch contributed to his decision, but he said yes a little more enthusiastically than he would've preferred. It was stupid, but Viktor just wanted to feel young again. Besides, it was also Jayce's birthday, and his dear husband was so irresistible and handsome — how could Viktor say no?
"Jayce," Viktor pants weakly in his husband's ear as he feels his balls and chest tighten. He's so damn close and he's pretty sure he's going to come dry again. "Close, oh fuck—"
"Vik, God—" Jayce groans as his grip on Viktor's ass tightens. "Together. Let's finish together—"
Viktor can only nod as he puts his weight on his better leg and uses the last of his energy to ride Jayce faster. His back is aching and he knows he'll be in a hell lot of pain the moment he wakes up tomorrow. His chest continues to tighten and Viktor feels his breath come up short. He's starting to get a little dizzy, the room spinning, and it's like getting choked by Jayce's large hand.
"J-Jayce— Ah, I'm—"
The cocktail of warring sensations between pain and pleasure push Viktor to his climax, and it's the last thing he recalls before blacking out completely.
Right now, Viktor knows he isn't on their bed. He feels like he's suspended upright, but he can't tell by what or why. Is this another kinky surprise Jayce has up his sleeve that he doesn't know about?
Viktor's eyes finally adjust to the dimly-lit environment and recognizes familiar tools, devices, and prototypes on top of a steel table. He concludes that he's in their private lab at home; however, what catches Viktor's attention is the man sleeping with his head in between his folded arms on top of the worktable. It is notably clear of their usual papers and trinkets — which are now pushed to the side — as if someone had frantically shoved them to make way for something.
Viktor groans and tries to move his body, only to realize his lower half seems trapped in some holo-like film that feels wet and gooey at the same time. He pushes his hands against the surface until it rips open and spits him out on the floor with a metallic clang. There's a ringing sound in his ears as he tries to assess himself — he can't feel a thing, for starters. Viktor can, however, feel a charge — a potential — in the air.
When Viktor sees his hands and arms, the first thing he notices is that they're purple. He begins to wheeze at the sight, blinking repeatedly to make sure it isn't an illusion, before turning his hand around and noticing there's brass metal running where his veins should be.
What the fuck happened to him?
In growing panic, Viktor helps himself up and stumbles to the nearby desk where he finds his cane before gravitating towards his husband. Even the ever-present pain in Viktor's back and leg that has prevailed for all of his life with each step he makes is distinctly absent. It's disorienting, to say the least, to finally be freed from the shackles of pain. It's like only knowing noise and finally learning the sound of silence for the first time.
"Jayce?"
Jayce immediately startles awake before turning around to see Viktor standing there.
"Viktor?" Jayce takes in Viktor's entirety, eyes sweeping up and down almost obsessively. He looks worn-out with bags under his eyes. There's disbelief and wonder written on his face as stares openly at Viktor.
What happened while he was out?
"You're alive!" Jayce exclaims suddenly, in the brink of tears before leaping from his seat to pull Viktor into a tight embrace, one which Viktor returns with mild hesitation. Jayce's beard tickles his neck — or it's supposed to, but Viktor doesn't feel much aside from the way the hairs brush against him. "Thank god. You had a heart attack after coming two days ago. I thought my cock killed you!"
Viktor blinks repeatedly, trying to make sense of himself and the situation. All he can think about is how purple and metallic he is now. He also notices the familiar and worn-out gold band on his ring finger, except now it's seemingly embedded around his skin. "What am I?" He asks quietly.
"Doesn't matter, as long as you're alive."
Viktor frowns a little at that and finds himself pulling away from Jayce. "It matters to me," he says. There's an otherworldly echo and depth to his voice now. It feels unfamiliar, alien. "What did you do to me?"
Jayce glances down in guilt like a kicked puppy and tries to make himself smaller by folding his arms. "What I had to do," he mumbles in response.
Viktor turns around to see the place where he emerged. It's a suspended rectangular space that resembles a nucleus — in the middle of it all is an imprint of his body. A sense of horror should fill Viktor, but all of it feels muted. It feels like something foreign swirling inside him, trying to make home somewhere but ultimately evaporates into nothing.
"You used the Hexcore on me," Viktor concludes with no heat in his voice. The thing swirling inside him accumulates as he begins to process the implication of that fact. They both agreed just a week ago that the Hexcore was not fit to come in contact with any living being after it practically ate a family of rats and even killed Sky's beloved snake plant — and Jayce thought it was an excellent idea to use it on his husband? What the fuck?
"I had no choice," Jayce retorts before looking away. "It was that or nothing."
Something breaks open inside Viktor at those words. They always have a choice. Perhaps what Viktor feels inside is just too much to contain, like an overflowing cup, because he turns to Jayce and snaps at him.
"You could've tried doing CPR first!" Viktor exclaims with a wave of his hand.
"I'll have you know I did do CPR," Jayce argues with growing heat. "Hell, I even used a defibrillator on you!"
"So your third option was necromancy?" Viktor asks hysterically, voice rising in tone. He takes a step closer towards Jayce and narrows his eyes at him. "You could've called an ambulance!"
"If I can't revive you, how can I be sure a doctor can?" Jayce points out, throwing both of his hands in the air. "There's no way I'm risking that!"
Viktor pinches the bridge of his nose and tries not to sigh exasperatedly. "Jayce, we're engineers. A doctor's professional opinion wouldn't have hurt," he says in a low tone before he pokes Jayce's chest with one accusing finger. Viktor grits his teeth and his voice rises again. "You could've at least called Sky, for fuck's sake!"
"How the hell was I supposed to think about all of that when you're dead in my arms after coming all over me, V?" Jayce asks as he takes another step closer. Viktor flushes at his husband's words and is rendered speechless. He can feel Jayce's hot breath on his lips, and, in another situation, he would feel quite aroused — actually, he feels a familiar heat pool low in his belly now and his dick might be embarrassing him. He just hopes Jayce doesn't look down and prematurely end their argument because Viktor has a lot to say. "If it was me who had a heart attack, you wouldn't have been able to think straight too!"
Viktor makes a disgruntled face — Jayce would call it a pout — before placing a hand on the side of his hip then swiping some seemingly damp strands of his long hair away from his face. "Hm, touché. However, I believe I would've done a better job than you."
"No, you wouldn't have," Jayce insists with a huff before glancing down. He looks like he's about to look away, but something below snags his attention and causes him to stare. Viktor hopes his dick really hasn't turned against him because he's still feeling quite angry at Jayce for betraying him.
"Just because I'm erect at the moment doesn't mean our conversation is over, Jayce," Viktor chides in annoyance. "And my eyes are up here, by the way."
"Uh... huh." Jayce nods slowly, looking a little stupid and definitely not paying attention when his lips part open and his eyes widen. He still doesn't look Viktor in the eye.
"You've seen my penis a thousand times. Just because it may look as purple as the rest of me now, doesn't mean you can openly stare at it while we're in the middle of our argument," Viktor explains before huffing, still miffed. "Let me remind you that this is your doing. Does it really look that strange to warrant such an expression from you?"
Viktor feels the claws of insecurity scratch a little on his numb insides before he glances down.
Viktor doesn't notice it at first. Initially, he's thankful his dick hasn't made an embarrassment of him, though he can't say the same for Jayce who is sporting an evident bulge inside his pants. However, something feels off because the more Viktor stares, the more he realizes there's nothing in between his thighs. If he can distinctly recall, there is definitely supposed to be something there — he's certain of this fact because he's always had it for as long as he can recall.
Viktor reaches down with his free hand and cups his crotch, expecting to feel the all too familiar weight of his dick. However, as he explores for a few seconds, he quickly realizes there is no dick in between his legs. Instead, he feels something wet dripping down his thighs from a slit in place of where his balls should be. When he caresses the place, he feels electricity shoot up his spine and heat spreading all throughout his body.
Viktor carefully lifts his fingers to his face and realizes they're wet with clear slick. "What the fuck..." he trails off in utter disbelief. In his many years as a scientist, nothing has ever confounded him more than this moment. He's in so much shock that he lets go of his cane and sends it clattering on the ground.
"Vik, I'm really sorry. I didn't know it would—"
"Where are my dick and balls, Jayce?" Viktor asks aloud before turning his attention to Jayce with a wide-eyed look on his face. "Tell me you know where they've gone."
Jayce falls to his knees and begins to hug Viktor's new metallic legs. "V, I'm so fucking sorry. I really didn't know it would do that to you—"
"Oh, really?" Viktor says in an incredulous tone before letting out a dry laugh. "Not even when the Hexcore ate the fucking rat, Jayce, hm? And now my dick and balls have fallen victim to its appetite."
Viktor wants to scream and choke Jayce at the same time — maybe kill his husband then himself. Viktor wants to cry on top of everything he feels, but he mostly wants to throttle Jayce to the ground with his new and improved and definitely metallic body.
"Vik, I swear. I'll even let you peg me every day until you forgive me," Jayce begs as he glances up at Viktor with wide hazel eyes. This is fucking ridiculous — Viktor may like taking it up the ass, but his dick and balls were his. Jayce had no right stealing it from him.
But then again, Viktor might be swayed if Jayce is wholeheartedly offering himself up to be pegged every day...
"I need time to think, Jayce," Viktor says before grabbing his chair and sitting down. Should he hold an empty casket funeral for his dick and balls? As he ponders this, Jayce drapes a navy blue blanket around his shoulders. Jayce returns to his place by Viktor's feet, kneeling and glancing up at him with tears in his eyes.
"I'm really sorry about your dick and balls, V. Really, I am," Jayce says apologetically. "However, you can hate me for the rest of our life because I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I can't lose you, Viktor. I can't."
Jayce begins to sob on Viktor's thighs — from guilt or relief, Viktor can't say. All Viktor knows is that if it was him in his husband's position, he would've definitely done the same. After all, it's quicker to apologize than to ask for permission, especially when the consequence is bringing your other half back to life. Viktor caresses Jayce's hair to comfort him, reassuring Jayce that he's right there.
Maybe Viktor will learn to forgive Jayce for his choice one day. After all, he did it all for love — and how did that saying about love go again? 'All is fair in love and war.'
Viktor is snapped out of his reverie when he feels Jayce kissing his knee, slowly inching his way up to Viktor's thigh.
"Jayce Talis, what do you think you're doing," Viktor states flatly as he grabs Jayce by the back of his head.
"Um," Jayce manages to say with a hazy look in his eyes, stray tears still streaming down his handsome face and catching on his beard. God, Viktor knows this look all too well. "Exploring the unknown?"
Viktor gives him a deadpan look. How can a man look so devastated yet completely aroused at the same time? "Are you— Are you serious right now?"
"Very. In my defense, I probably had the worst post-nut clarity known to man," Jayce points out with a shrug before he plants a kiss high on Viktor's thigh. Viktor's toes curl at the warmth that surges inside him at the feeling. It's different yet familiar, and he feels something warm and wet stick to the inside of his thighs. "I think I deserve a palette cleanser after that," Jayce adds.
"A palette cleanser— Are you fucking kidding me right now, Jayce?" Viktor asks in disbelief. "You gave me a heart attack after making me come and you think I'll let you do it again right after you unethically resurrected me in our lab?"
"You won't?" Jayce asks, locking eyes with Viktor before licking a stripe dangerously close to his new hole. Viktor can't stop the way he shudders at the feeling of Jayce's hot tongue on his new body. Somehow, the physical sensations feel even stronger now than they used to in contrast to his emotions, which feel a little less intense — Viktor doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, or if it's a recent development that's subject to change.
"You're insane," Viktor murmurs as his grip on the back of Jayce's head tightens when his husband brushes a curious finger on his slit.
"Maybe. You made me this way, baby." Jayce continues to explore and touch Viktor's new hole with his fingers and observes the way Viktor reacts to it. Viktor is wound up tight, obviously because he doesn't want to give Jayce the satisfaction of seeing how good it feels — especially when he's still pissed after everything that just happened. "My god, Vik. You're so fucking wet," Jayce sighs before pulling his fingers away, now coated with clear slick. Jayce stares at it, entranced.
"What happened to letting me peg you every day until I forgive you?" Viktor asks shakily as he watches Jayce put both of his fingers inside his mouth and let out an utterly sinful moan. Viktor has to bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from responding in kind. As a result, he tries to squeeze his thighs shut, only to find that he's prevented from doing so because Jayce is in between them.
"We can start tomorrow," Jayce manages to say, looking like he's in a trance after getting a taste of Viktor's slick. "Just let me have this right now. I want to know you're alive in my arms."
Jayce suddenly surges forward and buries his nose on Viktor's mound before taking a deep breath, causing him to yelp. Insecurity lances through Viktor when he realizes he's carrying a completely different sexual organ than he's used to — it's as thrilling as it is frightening. Right now, he's more worried about how he can't anticipate or control how his body will react to Jayce's touches. Viktor has never slept with a woman, so whatever he now has down below is completely new to him. Actually, he feels like a virgin. Maybe that's why Jayce's every touch is — and he can't believe he's admitting it to himself — getting him soaking wet. The worst part of it all is that he can't stop gushing out slick whenever he feels arousal building up inside him.
Viktor pulls Jayce away and feels himself flush. "This body feels different to me right now, Jayce. I-I don't know how or what—" He tries to say without sounding like a complete idiot. This is all Jayce's fault.
"Hey, it's okay. We can explore and learn." Jayce takes Viktor's hand and kisses his knuckles with chapped lips. "Together."
Somehow, Viktor has an odd feeling that his resolve may not remain intact afterwards.
Viktor should've expected that Jayce would be far more knowledgeable about his new organ — he absolutely refuses to call it his pussy — than he thought. Of course Jayce would know because he's slept with women before.
They agree on a change of location — their bedroom — and Viktor is still getting used to the fact that he can actually walk without the support of his cane or the anticipation of the sharp yet dull pain jolting up his leg. Still, it's a little disorienting and he clings onto his cane because it's something that's familiar to him. Jayce is with him throughout all of it, watching over him like a newborn fawn taking its first steps.
However, when Viktor finally sits on the foot of their bed and places his cane to the side, Jayce completely forgets all of that and shamelessly kneels in between Viktor's thighs.
"You don't have to do this," Viktor reminds him almost shyly. This only seems to fuel Jayce even more.
"I know," he replies, a determined look in his eyes. "I want to."
Viktor feels utterly pinned down by the intense look in Jayce's eyes. "Oh." It's the only thing he can say as he lets Jayce spread his legs open with firm hands.
"It's gonna feel different for you, I'm sure," Jayce says. "I've been told that it can be... intense. If done right, of course."
"And do you do it right?" Viktor asks with a raised brow.
Jayce only flashes him a mysterious smile. "I'll let you form your own opinion."
Viktor barely restrains the urge to roll his eyes. He said almost the same thing to Jayce after he gave him a blowjob for the first time. Viktor rarely claims to be particularly excellent at a certain skill, but he can suck a cock and practically swallow it whole. Suffice to say, Jayce's strong inclination to beg Viktor for a blowjob at least thrice a week isn't completely unfounded.
With that being said, Jayce is basically admitting without saying out loud that he's really fucking good at eating someone out. Well, Viktor will be the judge of that.
Jayce pulls Viktor in closer by his thighs before planting kisses on his metal skin. Viktor lies down on the bed and watches Jayce attentively. Jayce stares back before he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe from Viktor's slit all the way up to his... Well, Viktor doesn't want to admit what it is just yet because he's still in denial. Viktor's toes curl and he shudders, feeling himself get even wetter at Jayce's ministrations.
Jayce gently sucks on Viktor's... whatever it is... causing Viktor to let out a small moan. The bean-like organ feels sensitive to touch and sends jolts of electricity throughout Viktor's body. It's almost like getting the head of his dick sucked on, except more intensely — Jayce wasn't kidding about that part. Jayce's fingers begin to rub teasing circles around his slit, gathering his slick and spreading them across his folds at a slow and indulgent pace. Viktor bites his lip and stops himself from asking Jayce to put a finger in. He's never been quite this impatient before.
"Fuck, V. You have such a tight hole and a cute little clit. I bet your pussy's gonna feel so fucking good around my cock." Jayce's words — acknowledging what Viktor now has in such crass terms — causes Viktor's face to heat up.
"You gave this to me," Viktor reminds him in a small accusing voice, causing Jayce to chuckle.
"I did, didn't I?" Jayce hums. "I suppose I should take responsibility for your pussy, then."
"My p—" Viktor flusters before shooting Jayce a weak glare. "F-Fuck you..."
"Oh, trust me. We'll get there soon enough, baby. Just you wait."
Jayce continues to taste him, lapping up his juices like they're water in a desert, before letting the tip of his tongue pierce as deeply as it can go inside Viktor's hole. Viktor's back arches at the new sensation as he lets out a stuttered gasp.
When Jayce pulls away, his face comes back slick with clear liquid. He licks his lips and lets out a curse under his breath. "You smell like magic," he comments in a husky voice before drinking up the wetness that continues to drip out of Viktor's slit. It's devastating how Viktor can't feel the rough slide of Jayce's beard on his thighs that much, knowing that the burn will be another reminder of just how Jayce has ruined him. But on his crotch? The sensation alone almost pushes him to the brink, making him pant a little. A part of Viktor wants Jayce to devour him, make him feel how raw he is with every step he takes after.
"Wh-What does magic even smell like?" Viktor manages to ask through another restrained moan. When Jayce dives in and sucks particularly hard on his clit — Viktor supposes that's what his cock has turned into now — he barely manages to hold back a scream from the sudden wave of sensations coursing through him.
"Ozone and earth," Jayce answers against Viktor's folds before placing a kiss against them.
Despite everything, Viktor manages to snicker. "Doesn't sound like a pleasant combination of scents, then."
"But mostly it smells like musk with just a hint of sweetness," Jayce concludes. He takes another deep breath before kissing the inside of Viktor's thighs. Suddenly, a single finger breaches Viktor's hole and he tightens on instinct. The moan that leaves Viktor's lips is so embarrassing that he covers his mouth with his hand to bottle in the noises he's making as Jayce continues thrusting inside him at a languid pace. "But your taste, V? You taste fucking divine. I've never tasted anything like it in my entire life," Jayce adds, sounding almost hypnotized.
"Divinity isn't a flavor," Viktor manages to retort. "That might have worked with the other women you slept with, but not with me." Viktor mostly says it out of pettiness, the fact that other women probably got to experience this — the attentiveness and the searing attention — from his husband.
Jayce glances up at Viktor, displeasure clearly written all over his face. Jayce doesn't say anything before he adds another finger, increasing his pace with loud squelching sounds, as he begins mouthing and sucking at Viktor's clit with an intensity that makes heat pool low in his belly.
Viktor is left with nothing to do but try to pull Jayce away; however, Jayce remains in place and Viktor's moans pitch higher and grow shorter as his husband relentlessly continues his ministrations.
"J-Jayce, wait, I-I'm going to—" Viktor stutters before a timely brush against something inside him sends him over the edge too soon. His body goes stiff as Jayce continues to plunge his fingers inside him with more speed. It's only a slight relief when Jayce finally eases his mouth off his clit, and Viktor feels strange because it feels like he wants to pee. He holds off on the feeling and glances down at Jayce for help.
"Just let go for me, baby," Jayce reassures. "I got you, I promise."
Viktor bites his lower lip and lets go, throwing his head back with his spine arching as he orgasms against Jayce's fingers. A part of Viktor is a little frightened that he might go into cardiac arrest again after such a new and intense form of orgasm, but Jayce sees him through it, caressing his thigh.
"V, Jesus. You're so fucking hot," Jayce praises with a deep groan. Viktor glances down and is embarrassed that he might have... pissed the sheets. Fuck, he's so embarassed that he can feel tears roll down his cheeks from a mixture of shame and overstimulation. Before Viktor can comment about the way he made a mess of their bedsheets, Jayce pulls out his fingers and surges forward to lick the mess in between his husband's legs.
"Jayce!" Viktor exclaims, red-faced as he pulls Jayce's head away. Jayce easily goes and crawls on top of Viktor before seizing his lips with surprising force. The kiss is sticky and wet, tangy and a little bitter from the coffee Jayce probably had earlier. Jayce's tongue snakes in between Viktor's lips and Viktor easily opens his mouth.
Viktor moans against his husband's lips, tastes the heady flavor of his slick — something human and exotic, like a rare delicacy that marks Viktor's otherworldly form now — and begins to understand why Jayce likens it to the taste of divinity. Viktor has never been religious, but he supposes a man like Jayce who is prone to worship would think that way.
Jayce separates from Viktor, a single string of saliva connecting them before it breaks apart. "This is what divinity tastes like," Jayce whispers into Viktor's lips before kissing him chastely. Viktor can feel Jayce's warm erection rubbing insistently on his stomach, and he spreads his legs a little more to accommodate his husband in between them.
"So my piss tastes divine to you?" Viktor tries to joke, but his words come out breathless as he gathers his bearings after such a surprising climax — at least his heart doesn't stop this time. "Is your standard for taste truly below hell, Jayce? No wonder Caitlyn told me not to trust your opinion on food."
"You didn't piss, V. You squirted," Jayce corrects with a wolfish grin. Viktor's entire frame shudders — one weak spurt of slick coming out of his hole to soak the ruined bedsheets below — at the sight of Jayce hovering above him and looking entirely like he wants to devour his husband whole.
"That's ridiculous. I still think you made me piss," Viktor insists with a petulant huff. Jayce lets out a chuckle before kissing Viktor's cheek, nuzzling his nose against the side of Viktor's face.
"Do you want me to fuck you until you piss yourself? Is that what you want?" Jayce asks teasingly as he lays down on the bed and pulls Viktor on top of him, a challenge in his voice. Viktor lets out a loud laugh as he cups Jayce's face with both hands and kisses the tip of his nose.
"I doubt you can," Viktor replies with humor. "But I'd like to see you try."
Viktor regrets egging Jayce on. In fact, Viktor is starting to think that it was a big mistake to let Jayce near his... pussy. Viktor knows he only has himself to blame because he already saw the signs and still ignored them.
Considering how borderline manic Jayce was already acting, it's not a surprise that his husband is now acting like a feral animal in rut after finally sliding inside Viktor's warm and wet heat. Jayce has Viktor in a mating press — a position once difficult for Viktor on account of his leg and spine. Apparently, being resurrected by the Hexcore meant fixing the parts of him that he thought were broken — and oh, Jayce would have a lot to say about that, but Viktor will save it for another time and situation.
Right now, Jayce is pounding into him, slick and precum dripping and spilling down to his stomach as Viktor tries to hold his thighs close to his chest. It's unnecessary, especially with Jayce wrapping both of his hands around Viktor's thin legs and pushing down with each thrust. There's a wild look in Jayce's eyes, and Viktor doesn't know how they'll ever have normal sex again without this kind of intensity between them.
Viktor would feel embarrassed again from the filthy wet sounds of Jayce absolutely wrecking his hole open mingling with their moans if it wasn't for the fact that his stomach already feels full from the amount of water he had to consume beforehand. Jayce was intent on following through, and Viktor didn't know why the hell he easily agreed. No, actually he's certain Jayce managed to convince him with those puppy eyes that resembled those of a wolf's ready to pounce on its prey.
Okay, Viktor can slightly admit he may not have been thinking with his brain when he made that decision.
Jayce lets out a chuckle as he presses down hard on Viktor's stomach, and Viktor lets out a loud whine when he feels some of his piss seep through as Jayce continues to pound inside him. "Do you think I can actually get you pregnant this time?" He asks with a blinding smile that bares his canines — Jayce looks utterly insane, pupils blown and cock so fucking hot and full inside Viktor.
"Jayce!" Viktor almost screams as his hands fly to Jayce's back, clinging and clawing in hopes it leaves marks he can carry for weeks. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come!"
"I'll take full responsibility for our baby, Vik," Jayce promises with a grunt as his pace increases. "God, you're gonna look so damn gorgeous with a full belly. My amazing and stunning husband, carrying our child. How can I ask for anything more on my birthday when I have the most perfect creature in the planet right here?"
Viktor can only continue moaning Jayce's name as his trembling hands make their way to his hole. He spreads them even further apart and glances up at Jayce with a flutter of his lashes. "Come inside me then," Viktor whispers. "Fill me up."
"Fuck, Viktor," Jayce manages to say, almost crying in desperation as he devours Viktor's mouth with his before parting away with a gasp. "Let me see you come on my cock, baby, please."
As if on command, Viktor lets out a loud whimper before clenching down hard on Jayce's dick, his hole pulsing through his orgasm as if trying to push Jayce out. However, Jayce presses impossibly deeper inside him, slowing his thrusts as he watches in fascination how a mixture of slick and piss ooze out of Viktor's hole. Viktor squeezes his eyes shut as he trembles through the aftershock of his strange orgasm.
Jayce curses low and deep at the sight. It only takes him a few more thrusts before he's coming deep inside Viktor, refusing to pull out until he's certain that every single drop is released right inside his husband. They're not even sure if Viktor actually has the capability to carry a child or if that's even something they truly want, but the thought of it at the moment makes Viktor feel so tender and vulnerable.
A family with Jayce. Viktor can imagine living someplace far away and quiet where no one can find them, kids running around barefoot in their house screaming in joy while playing. They could have a garden beside a stream where they'd wash their clothes and bathe. It's far off from a modern house that screams progress, but it certainly would feel like home.
Viktor feels the stirrings of yearning for a tangible yet seemingly faraway dream.
"You okay, baby?" Jayce asks, panting as he brushes strands of hair away from Viktor's face. "How was it?"
"Wait, let me... Let me catch my breath first," Viktor manages to say as he takes deep breaths with his eyes closed. At least he still has some semblance of lungs, certainly far better than his old pair. When he manages to gather his bearings, he opens his eyes and stares back at Jayce. "Did you mean it?" He asks, making sure his tone is completely neutral.
"Which one?"
"The part where you said..." Viktor trails off before he clears his throat. "That you would take responsibility if you... you know."
"If I got you pregnant?" Jayce asks before breaking out into a gentle smile. "V."
"What?" Viktor asks before turning away, suddenly feeling stupid that he even asked. This has to be the worst timing to talk about something so life-changing. "We don't have to talk about it. I mean, I understand it's simply something you said in the heat of the moment and we never had a proper discussion beforehand—"
Jayce places his face on Viktor's shoulder and wraps his arms around his husband's waist. "Is that something you want?" He asks.
"A child?" Viktor really thinks about it as much as he can in his present state. A child could complicate things, especially considering the dangers of their work. Do they even have the time and energy to raise one, knowing how busy they already are? He knows Jayce would make an excellent father and is almost envious of that fact — but Viktor? He can't even take care of himself half of the time, neglecting his physical health in his unrelenting pursuit of science. "I don't know, maybe. I-I don't think I'd be fit to be a parent, Jayce. For starters, I can't even take decent care of myself, what more an infant," Viktor confesses.
"Well, I certainly don't feel that way," Jayce argues in a tender tone before snuggling comfortably at the crook of Viktor's neck, pulling Viktor in closer to share Jayce's warmth. The concept of being cold no longer exists among Viktor's new repertoire of sensations. He misses feeling the chill of the air inside their room instead of just feeling particles and reactions around him and mourns this inability.
"There's no such thing as a perfect parent, V. I think parenthood is just as similar to when we first discovered Hextech," Jayce explains. "Others have different opinions on how we should do things, but at the end of the day it's always up to us to figure out what works best." He places a hand on where Viktor's heart should be and only feels magic thrumming underneath the metal that's now his skin. "And I know we'll figure this out. We always do, don't we? We're unstoppable when we work together."
Viktor finds himself placing a hand on top of Jayce's on his chest and letting out a sigh. It's everything he wants to hear and more — curse Jayce for being so perfect and such a sweet talker.
Viktor only lets out a hum of acknowledgement because he knows nothing he could say would convince Jayce otherwise. Viktor finds himself floating in the sea of his insecurities, yet finds Jayce anchoring him down so he never strays far from reach.
"If having a child is something you want, then of course I want it too," Jayce adds, voice all soft and gentle as he gathers Viktor into a tight embrace. "I want a family with you, Vik. It doesn't matter if that means just the two of us or if we want a pet or to adopt a kid."
Jayce is too romantic for his own good. Viktor's vision blurs as the purple current accenting his skin begins to glow a little in their dimly-lit bedroom. "All this talk of children and we don't even know if it's something I'm capable of doing," he manages to say in a steady and almost jestful manner. "Not to mention what that would entail for the child considering I've been merged with a rat and plant-eating thing."
Jayce manages to snicker before he laughs. "You're right. Maybe I'm getting way ahead of myself."
"You are," Viktor agrees before turning in Jayce's embrace to face his husband. "But I don't mind. It's better to be prepared for such things, yes?"
A smile stretches Jayce's lips as he nods. His hazel eyes are warm and so full of affection. Viktor thinks he could spend a lifetime staring into them and never get tired of the sight.
"Yeah," Jayce says before pressing his forehead to Viktor's before shutting his eyes. "I know it's a little late for this, but I enjoyed the birthday sex, V. Minus the part where you died, of course."
Viktor's eyes flutter shut as he feels himself smile in return. Tomorrow, the morning sun will shed light on the repercussions of being merged with the Hexcore. Tomorrow, Viktor will understand more and more the true extent of everything he gained and lost. Tomorrow, they'll have to talk about it and restart their argument all over again without distractions.
Tonight, however, he lets himself have this. "Belated happy birthday, Jayce."