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“Isn’t it time for you to take your meds? The doctor said you need to have them every six hours, right?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, I suppose it is. Do you mind taking them out, I just want to finish with this one calculation and then I’ll take them.”

“Sure thing, top left drawer, right?”

Viktor hums positively in response, eyes focused on the paper laid in front of him as he etches in number after number. He runs his pointer finger beneath a long strand of digits, muttering each one under his breath as he figures out the final sum and jots it down at the end of the equation. Once he places the appropriate decimals and commas, he leans back in his seat and lets out a tired sight, stretching out his arms in front of his chest and spinning his seat around so he can get his cane. It takes him a moment to realize that Jayce is staring at him, eyes frozen in shock as he pulls something out of Viktor’s desk that isn’t supposed to be there.

“Viktor… What… What is this?”

The man’s blood runs cold as his body tenses, his eyes locked on a small vial held in between Jayce’s fingers. It’s no larger than two inches in length, carrying approximately 20 mL of glowing, violet liquid. A sweat breaks out beneath Viktor’s collar as he swallows the lump forming in his throat, forcing a relaxed smile on his face despite the tension in his cheeks and nervous quirk of his brows screaming that he felt otherwise.

“O-oh that. It’s just something I picked up on my way in, this morning. It’s um, it’s a chemical I heard might help with uh- our experiments.” He nods slowly along with his words, attempting to convince himself of the poor excuse alongside Jayce as the man’s expression hardens and grows serious.

In a few strides, Jayce is standing in front of his chair, broad chest towering over him as he holds the vial in his face, his hand trembling with either rage or anxiety or perhaps a mix of both as he tries to keep his voice steady.

“Don’t try to lie to me, you and I both know exactly what this is, Viktor. Where did you get it from? Is this the only one or do you have others? How long have you been using shimmer?”

Viktor opens his mouth to speak but he can’t answer as each question is shot at him rapidfire. His gaze is locked on Jayce’s hazel eyes, seeing his pupils shaking with emotion, and his chest tightens like he can’t breath.

“Jayce please, allow me to explain-”

“How long Vik. Just tell me if you’ve used it before.”

“Jayce I didn’t-

“Tell me Viktor! Did you take shimmer?!”

His voice is loud, ringing in Viktor’s ears as he winces, trying to put his hands up in defense. He pushes the purple vial away from his face, subtly attempting to take it out of his hand but Jayce’s grip is iron tight. He wouldn’t be letting go until he told the other the truth.

“No Jayce. I haven’t taken it. I thought about it for a moment, but I haven’t used it once since I got it.”

Jayce’s eyes pierce his mind, rummaging through his thoughts for a signal or a sign that might explain whether he’s lying. After a few moments of deafening silence and intense staring, the taller man sighs and shuts his eyes. He steps back and turns to lean against the edge of Viktor’s desk, resting his hand and the vial of shimmer on the surface while he rubs his face with the other. His body still looks tense, Viktor’s eyes roaming the expanse of his chest as his torso slims around his waist beneath the form-fitting white shirt.

The sleeves are rolled up above his elbows, the tight leather forging gloves covering his thick forearms. Viktor eyes the man, his stare lingering on the four rows of large buttons on the double-breasted shirt before dropping down to the thick belt around his waist, holding up the burgundy trousers that wrap around his legs like a tight glove. More and more frequently, Viktor finds himself staring at Jayce, eyeing him up and down as thoughts he shouldn’t have take shape in his mind.

He knows it's wrong to think of his partner in these ways, but ever since he started, he craves the man like he craves the drug in his hand. His golden eyes darted to the purple glimmer beneath Jayce’s gloved hand, wondering if he could be quick or subtle enough to slide it from his grasp. He swallows thickly, slowly reaching up and creeping his hand along the edge of his desk towards the other’s, only to freeze as Jayce lets out another heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. Viktor’s gaze darts up, staring at the man while he mutters to himself under his breath and pulls his hand from the desk, gripping the vial tight again.

“You have to get rid of this thing. What would people think if they found it in our lab? And inside your desk no less. They’d take you to trial for owning an illegal substance. They could kick you out of the lab and shut down our research or even arrest you-“

“That won’t happen. I’ll dispose of it before they know it was ever here.”

Viktor holds out his hand, waiting on the other expectantly. Jayce’s brows pinch together as he stares at the outstretched hand before glancing at the vial between his fingers. Hesitantly, he holds it out, about to drop it into Viktor’s palm when the lab’s door swings open. Both men's heads swivel towards the room’s entrance as Sky Young walks in, face obscured behind a tall stack of books and research notes. Seeing how she hasn’t noticed them yet, Viktor’s attempts to snatch the vial from Jayce but he’s already shoving his hand into his pants pocket and putting on a casual smile.

“Sky, let me help you with those.”

“Oh, Councilor, I didn’t realize you were here today. Thank you.”

“It’’s nothing, I left some papers here yesterday so I’m just here to pick them up.”

Viktor watches as Jayce quickly walks over to the woman, taking a majority of the papers from her and heading to one of the desks already littered with binders and blueprints while Viktor sits there, hand clenching around air as he pulls a tight fist back to his lap and turns around. With Sky in the lab, there was no way Jayce would risk handing over the vial now. He’d have to wait until she left again, or meet Jayce somewhere else away from the eyes of others. He wonders if it’d be possible for him to meet with the man in the forge or subtly ask for the vial while passing by his desk, but his hopes are dashed as he spots Jayce taking off his gloves and reaching for his coat.

“Are you leaving right now?” He asks before realizing how his words might sound. Jayce glances at him as he adjusts the collar and nods slowly, confused by Viktor’s sudden question.

“Yeah, I have to meet with Sheriff Marcus and get the new logs for the hexgates. But I’ll be back later tonight so don’t worry and take it easy. You’ve been looking more tired than usual these days.”

Viktor hesitates asking about the vial, noting that Sky could easily overhear their conversation despite her being engrossed in the task of organizing a thick binder of notes.

“Of course. I suppose I’ll see you later then.”

“See you later, Vik.”

—-

The clock ticks softly, filling the empty room as the hexcore hums and warbles on the desk besides him. He’d been trying to discover more runes but nothing seemed to be working, his mind unable to focus on the research at hand. It was already past sunset, the moon rising higher and higher into the sky and casting a subtle blue glow all over the lab. His eyes kept shifting in and out of focus as the pain in his leg grew stronger and sharper, like jagged shards of glass were dragging along his skin.

Viktor forces himself out of his seat, tucking the shoulder-rest of his cane beneath his arm and making his way to his desk, pulling open the drawer in search of his pain medication. He pulls out the multiple white pill bottles with his name scrawled over the sides, lining them up on the edge of his desk before picking up a mug of cold coffee he’d left unfinished from earlier in the morning. He shakes out each dose into his palm, slipping them into his mouth one by one and taking a small sip of coffee to help it down his throat. Every time, he hesitated to swallow, worrying that the pills would somehow get stuck in his throat and make him choke.

He finished taking his medicine and put the bottles back in his desk when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something tucked into the very back of the drawer. His heart starts to pound louder in his chest as he reaches in, curling his fingers around the cool glass and pulling the vial of shimmer out. He doesn’t know when or how Jayce had managed to sneak the vial back into his desk without making Sky suspicious, but he was incredibly grateful for it. He rummaged through another drawer in his desk, pulling out the needle gun tucked in with various other medical equipment he’d gotten for his disease from the hospital.

Viktor removes the empty vial already set into the syringe and places the fresh one in, making sure it was fully secured before setting it on his desk so he could undress. One by one, he loosens the bolts on his leg harness, unhooking the straps keeping it firmly pressed around his pant leg. He places the mechanical brace on his desk next to the syringe and stands up, being careful to lean against the edge for support while he undoes the buttons on his trousers and lets them fall around his ankles. Stepping out of them, he pulls out a small stool from beneath his desk and collapses onto it, glancing down at the combination of leather and metal making up the secondary leg-brace he always wore under his clothes.

His skin was pale, sparsely covered in dark brown leg hairs and beauty marks over his thighs and shin. His eyes travel towards his inner thigh as he spreads his legs, picking up the syringe gun and bringing it to the small collection of scarred over needle marks. His hand trembles like always, hesitant and nervous of accidentally injecting too much shimmer into his leg and risking an overdose or losing himself to the drug. He typically knew how much to inject, no more than a quarter vial at a time – maybe one third if the pain was really bad that day – but never the whole thing. He couldn’t risk what would happen to his already weak body if he took everything at once.

He takes a deep breath to calm his shaking hands as he pulls the skin of his thigh tight and positions the needlepoint at an unpierced patch, feeling the sharp metal sink in. Viktor winces, always having hated needles since he was a child, but he grits his teeth and forces himself through it, taking deep, even breaths as he pulls the trigger and lets the drug inject into his body. He instantly feels the rush of chemicals and pulls the needle out, gripping the handle tightly in his fist as he gasps and keels over, digging his blunt, chewed up fingernails into the flesh of his thigh as dark purple tendrils start to creep over his skin,

The shimmer flows through his system, coloring his veins in the recognizable shade of dark violet. He sees the substance creeping down his injured leg and feels the rush of heat covering his skin, making his body feel hot and sweaty. Every time he took a shot of shimmer, it was like getting hit with a lightning bolt of energy, his body filling with adrenaline that dulled the pain in his leg while also heightening each and every one of his senses. His tensed muscles start to relax and he allows his eyes to fall shut, enjoying the lack of pain as the drug settles in his body.

The blazing heat of his skin starts to simmer into a comforting buzz in his stomach as he sets the syringe down and starts to pull on his pants only to feel a familiar warmth begin to pool in his gut. Viktor chewed his bottom lip anxiously, glancing around the dark and empty lab to make sure he was alone. Sky had already gone home for the night, and while Jayce had returned from his councilor meetings, he said he’d be occupied in the forge for most of the evening. Which meant Viktor had the room entirely to himself, at least for the next hour or so.

Viktor checks the door to the lab one more time, holding his breath to listen for any noise coming from outside. Once he confirms that there’s no one approaching, he pulls his pants back down to his mid-thighs and slips a hand beneath his underwear, feeling the sticky wetness already coating his skin. His fingertips are quickly coated in the natural lubricant as he rubs his folds up and down, biting his lip harder to muffle the soft moans bubbling up in his throat. With his other hand, he undoes the pieces of his tops, loosening his tie and opening his vest up.

He takes his time undoing the buttons on his brown dress shirt, not on purpose, but because his hand keeps trembling as he rubs a finger over his clit. His legs flinch and twitch each time he strokes the sensitive bud, feeling it swell the more he touches it. Viktor finally manages to get his shirt undone, running his other hand over his bare chest and tracing the purple veins climbing up his waist and towards his chest, gliding his fingers along the darkened surgery scars as he cups his flat chest.

It feels good and his body arches into his hand as he pinches one of his nipples, gently tugging and twisting the bud as it starts to perk up and harden just like his clit. He curls over, pressing his forehead against the cool surface of his desk, panting and groaning quietly as he tucks his hand further into his underwear, running over his soaked folds and leaking entrance. His lip already feels chewed raw and Viktor can taste the blood building up beneath the thin layers of skin, threatening to spill out as he continues to bite down, squeezing his eyes tightly as he pushes his index finger into the tight hole.

It’s uncomfortable at first, but the released juices help to soak his dry skin, making it easier to push his finger deeper without much pain. As he slowly pumps his finger in and out, continuing to tug on his chest, his mind starts to wander and conjure up a vivid fantasy to encourage his growing arousal. Viktor pictures himself in this very position, sitting alone inside the lab at his desk, masturbating and filling the silence with his breathy moans. He isn’t high on shimmer in his fantasy, but that’s only because he imagines Jayce walking into the lab from the forge, catching him in the debaucherous act.

His warm, sunbathed skin is covered in smudges of ash and charcoal from tending to the massive fire used in the shop, the smell of sweat, thick and musky filling his lungs as his bare chest presses against Viktor’s back. He imagines the other’s lips pressing against his neck, cupping his chin and tilting his head to the side to make room for that perfectly chiseled jaw of his as he kisses beneath his collar. Jayce’s gloved hands would gently stroke his chest, rubbing over his sensitive nipples with the rough material and squeeze his thigh beneath a large palm.

He’d discard the gloves after a while and replace Viktor’s hand with his own, gingerly stroking his cunt and soaking his fingers as they slide between his weeping folds and pushed inside his cunt. Viktor moans loud, starting to drool at the thought of Jayce’s thick fingers spreading him open and leaking onto his own finger even more while he worked a second inside, trying to mimic the delicious stretch he craved so desperately. His breathing was gradually becoming more shallow and uneven as he worked his hand faster, fingering himself deeper and brushing against the sweet spot buried deep within his walls.

His body jolts and stiffens, Jayce’s name tumbling from his lips with a needy moan as he cums, continuing to move his fingers and drag out his orgasm for as long as he could. Once his body can take no more, Viktor lays his head on his desk, sweat dripping from his brow as he gasps for breath, the cold air filling his lungs as his entire body goes limp from exhaustion. His insides subtly spasm and twitch around his fingers, his body lingering with heightened sensitivity from the combination of shimmer and his climax until he pulls his hand from his underwear. His walls now tighten and flutter around nothing, leaving him feeling uncomfortably empty and he longs for the real Jayce to fill him up in a way his hand simply couldn’t.

Viktor knows he needs to get dressed and return to his work now that he could focus on getting some research done, but he wanted to bask in the pleasure of his release just a bit longer. He fixes his pants over his hips just in case someone were to walk in but leaves the buttons undone and folds his arms together, resting them beneath his head as a makeshift pillow. He lets his eyes fall shut, focusing on the beating of his heart and listening to his soft breathing while he relaxes. The lingering warmth buzzes along his skin, keeping him tingly as he sits in the afterglow for a while.

Time drifts past before he even realizes it as he starts to nod off, his eyelids growing heavy and refusing to open when he suddenly hears footsteps echoing in the hall outside. Viktor hurriedly sits up, listening to the steps to try and discern who it was. It might have been one of the enforcers who regularly conducts the night patrols for this part of the building but the steps were too heavy, too even and deliberate. He hears a soft humming too and recognizes the tone of voice as Jayce returns from the forge.

Viktor rushes to fix his clothes, panicking as he fumbles with the tiny buttons on his trousers and curses under his breath over how the holes on his shirt were inconveniently small for the obnoxiously large buttons meant to keep it shut. He doesn’t have time to fix his tie when he hears keys jingling just outside the door and hurries to grab the syringe gun full of shimmer and throws it into his desk, slamming the drawer shut just as the door creaks open and Jayce steps inside, his humming fading as Viktor hunches over, pretending to bury his face in a book off his desk.

“You’re still here, Vik? I thought you’d be home by now.”

“Is that so, haha, I just wanted to do a bit more research and got carried away. I suppose I’ll be spending another night in the lab at this rate, hahaha.” Viktor cringes at how forced and fake his laugh sounds. He never really laughed about things like this so he had to silently pray and hope Jayce was oblivious enough to not catch the nervousness leaking into his tone.

“Well, that makes two of us, I guess. It’s taking a lot longer to hammer out all the impurities for the new project. I know we chose to use a blend of various metals to see if it could cut down on the cost of manufacturing while retaining its durability, but I’m not sure we have the right ratio just yet.”

He can hear Jayce walking closer, the man heading to his own desk a few feet away and rummaging through one of the drawers in search of something. Viktor peeks over the top of the book in his hands, watching the other and taking in the sight of him. Unlike his imaginary Jayce, this one was still fully dressed, but the pure white of his shirt was now smudged with traces of black and grey from his gloves, specifically around the buttoned area. ’He must have put the shirt on when he left the forge.’ The thought of Jayce shirtless as he works in the forge makes his cheeks grow hot and he quickly looks back at his book when Jayce turns his head in his direction.

“Mmh yes, that does sound like a lot of work. I’m sure you’re almost there, if you’ve been focusing on it for this long. I believe another hour or three should do the trick and we’ll be able to test it out in the morning. Why don’t you take a break and go home to rest, then you can get back to work tomorrow.”

Jayce sighs and runs a gloved hand through his hair, pushing back the sweat-coated strands as he places his other hand on his hip.’Oh Janna, he’s so gorgeous’ Viktor thinks to himself, watching as the other pulls his gloves off and searches through the scattered papers on his desk, still looking for something. Even in the dim light, Viktor could see the faint shadow of a beard growing on Jayce’s chin. He remembered hearing the man complaining about needing to keep a razor in the lab for when he spent the night, and started to wonder what Jayce would look like if he let his beard grow out instead of remaining clean shaven all the time.

“I can’t tomorrow. I have a councilor meeting early in the morning, and then there’s the lunch with Hoskel’s foreign trade ambassadors who want to adjust the terms of their contract for using the hexgates. Then there’s a criminal trial in the afternoon about someone caught smuggling shimmer over the bridge and a gala after that- ugh where the hell is it?! Viktor, have you seen the paper where I wrote down all the ratios for the metal base? I can’t remember where I put it.”

“Didn’t you give it to Miss Young so she could order the appropriate materials for tonight?”

“I did but then she asked where to save the paper and I said to leave it in the lab since I didn’t want to lose the original copy in the forge. I think she said she’d give it to you?”

Viktor shrugs and glances around his desk, immediately spotting the page resting on top of various design sketches for their latest invention.

“It seems she left it on my desk with the other pages. Here.”

Viktor takes the piece of paper and holds it out to Jayce, glancing at the man from the corner of his eye as he smiles with relief and takes it.

“Thanks Vik. I wanted to see if there was any way to decrease the percentage of titanium used in the mix compared to steel and nickel without giving up the improved durability of it and…”

Jayce’s voice suddenly trails off and Viktor looks up at him, wondering what derailed his train of thought. He finds the other man staring at him, eyes widened slightly as he gazes directly into his eyes. The intensity of the stare makes Viktor uncomfortable as he tugs on his collar, subtly swallowing his nerves as he tries to act casually.

“What's wrong Jayce? You look like you saw a ghost.”

Jayce takes a step closer and Viktor quickly turns away, burying his face back into the pages for the book as he runs his finger across one of the lines, soon realizing he was holding the entire thing upside down like an imbecile. He chastises himself for being so stupid and tries to subtly turn the book around but a hand pulls it away and shuts it before he can say a word. He can feel the air growing tense as he keeps his head down, grabbing something else so he can avoid looking at Jayce’s intense gaze. He had no idea why the other man was suddenly staring at him, but from the look of his tense stance, it wasn’t anything good. Was there something on his face? Were his clothes too messy? Did he forget a button when he was getting dressed and Jayce realized he wasn’t actually doing his work?

“Viktor.”

His name is said slowly and carefully, Jayce’s voice pulling tight as he speaks.

“Jayce?” Viktor says back.

“What were you doing while I was gone?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, did anything happen here. Was anyone else in the lab with you?”

“Aside from Miss Young, no. I’ve been the only one in the lab the entire day until you arrived.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to be afraid to talk if something did happen. You can tell me, Vik. I won’t make a big deal out of this if you don’t want me to, but you have to be honest about it first.”

“What are you trying to imply, Jayce? Nothing happened outside of our usual research so you shouldn’t be so concerned.”

“Okay, maybe I’m overreacting. But at least tell me why your clothes are all messed up. You didn’t look like this when I left for the forge.”

Viktor hesitates, unsure of what sort of excuse to come up with that could explain his peculiar situation as he looks down at his undone vest and tie, or his wrinkled shirt, or even the mismatched buttons on his pants. He thought he’d done a good enough job in hiding any evidence of the secret escapade he’d partaken in. Sometimes he really hated how observant Jayce could be, it only ever seemed to happen in the worst possible moments when Viktor was trying so hard to keep a secret or hide something from the man.

“Oh, my clothes? It’s not an interesting story, you shouldn’t have to worry about that-“

“I do, Viktor. I need to worry about you because you’re my partner, and if someone tries to do things to you without your consent then I need to know so I can bring them to trial and-“

“Wait wait hold on a moment Jayce. You think someone else did this to me? As in… is that what you think happened?”

Viktor almost bursts out laughing as Jayce nods slowly in response. He has to fight to maintain composure and his disbelief under control but it starts to slip once he sees how serious Jayce looks. His lips crack into a smile as a chuckle starts to bubble up in his chest, starting quiet and subtle before growing louder and louder until he’s nearly falling off his stool laughing and tears start to form in his eyes at the absurdity of Jayce’s assumption. The other doesn’t seem quite as amused as Viktor clutches his stomach, doubling over as he gasps for air and feels the cramping in his side start to build from laughing too hard. When he starts to calm down, Jayce is still staring at him with this dead-serious expression on his face and it nearly forces him into another laughing fit as he reaches out, shaking his head as he rests a hand on the other’s chest, patting it reassuringly.

“Nothing happened to me, Jayce, trust me. I’m perfectly fine right now, no one came in or did anything to me while I was working so calm down now. You’re going to give yourself a headache with how hard you’re staring at me.”

Viktor looks up at the man with a gentle smile, trying to convince him that he’s fine but he still looks concerned. Jayce grabs hold of his hand, holding it tightly as he slowly gets down on one knee in front of Viktor, making the smaller man confused and glance around the lab while laughing nervously.

“I get it if you’re scared, Vik. Whatever this person did to you or how they threatened you, it wasn’t your fault and you shouldn’t blame yourself. You couldn’t help it.”

“Jayce please, I can assure you no one has tried to do anything to me, I’m serious.”

“Then explain why your eyes are purple.”

Viktor’s laughter stops dead in its tracks as Jayce pulls out a small pocket mirror and holds it up for him to see. When he looks at his face in the mirror, Viktor finds that his normally golden yellow eyes had taken on a bright violet hue and he can feel his blood start to fill with adrenaline and panic. He hadn’t realized his eyes were still purple, or that he’s injected enough shimmer to even turn them purple this time. Viktor assumed he had dosed the shot correctly but perhaps he squeezed a little too hard on the trigger or positioned the needle too high and that caused the drug to reach his face and alter his eyes. No wonder Jayce sounded so convinced that he’d been assaulted. He looked drugged and his clothes were messy, of course the first thought that’d come to mind would be someone else breaking in and forcing Viktor to take shimmer against his will.

It sounded so absurd when Viktor knew the truth behind his current appearance, but he couldn’t exactly tell Jayce that he’d lied about not using shimmer on himself. Nor could he admit to getting horny and masturbating to the idea of Jayce touching him all over. So his choices are either he gives in and fueled the man’s wild assumptions, risking implementing an innocent person for a crime they never committed. Or he came clean about using shimmer in the last few weeks as a substitute painkiller. He felt torn between the two options and desperately searched for a third reason that didn’t involve him or someone else taking the fall.

While he’s panicking, Jayce sighs and tucks the mirror away, continuing to hold the other’s hand and gently running his thumb over Viktor’s pale, bony knuckles. He’d lost a lot of weight these past couple of days, his sickness spreading and causing him to become frail and weak. Jayce was constantly reminding him to take his medication to slow down the progression of his disease and to ease the pain but it was never strong enough to really do anything. That’s why he sought help from an old acquaintance, someone he knew back in the Undercity. They were the one who supplied Viktor with vials of shimmer and instructed him on the dosage to use that would help him feel less pain without making him addicted to the powerful substance.

“Please Viktor, don’t keep any more secrets from me. You already hid your illness and now… now you’re sick and getting worse every day. If you can just tell me who touched you-“

“No one touched me, Jayce! Gods, you sound like a broken record. I’m telling you I’m fine, I took the shimmer because my leg was in excruciating pain and the painkillers weren’t working and I couldn’t do my research in this condition-“

“You took shimmer?” Jayce’s voice tremors quietly, the sound barely louder than a whisper as Viktor realizes what he’d just said.

“Wait a moment, just listen to me Jayce I promise I can explain everything-“

“You don’t need to. I get it.”

Jayce lowers his head, hair falling in front of his eyes like a curtain and obscuring them from view so Viktor couldn’t see what sort of expression he was making. It sends waves of nervousness and anxiety through his bloodstream as he tries to pull his hand away from Jayce’s but his grip is tight, holding onto him in a way that doesn’t hurt, but also leaves no room for escape.

“Jayce? Jayce, listen. I swear I was not abusing the drug. I know how dangerous it can be, but it has positive properties as well. If used in the correct dosage it can work as a sort of medicine in situations such as mine.”

“Who gave it to you? Did you buy it from someone in Piltover? Or was it the person you went to see that time you traveled to the Undercity without telling me?” His words rumble with suppressed anger and rage, his jaw clenching tight as he slowly stands up. Viktor can see the coldness in Jayce’s eyes, a glimmer of violent intent.

“A doctor gave it to me, he said it would help keep my disease from spreading too quickly so long as I take it in small, controlled doses.”

“What kind of doctor prescribed a highly addictive drug like this?! Even if you’re careful about how much you take, it’s still illegal! Tell me who they are and I’ll have the enforcers shut them down right now before they scam anyone else.”

“They aren’t a real doctor anymore, but their solution is working Jayce. It’s helping with the pain in my leg, making it bearable to walk. I’m even coughing less-”

He inhales too sharply and his chest lurches, starting a harsh fit of coughs that shakes his body. He quickly covers his mouth, leaning over his desk as he tries not to dry-heave or throw up as he gags through ragged breaths. Jayce’s aggravated expression quickly softens to concern as he leans over Viktor, pressing a gentle hand to his back and rubbing up and down to soothe the sudden coughing fit.

“Breathe in slowly, Vik. In… Out… In… And out, yeah, just like that. You’re doing great Viktor, just focus on breathing for now, that’s it.”

Viktor eventually manages to settle down, clutching a hand over his chest as air slowly fills his lungs and calms his nerves. He’s still worried about Jayce’s reaction to his confession and waits to see what he’ll say next, but thankfully the man looks more preoccupied with making sure Viktor gets a cup of cool water to drink and isn’t choking up a lung or something. Jayce leaves his side for a few seconds and returns with a mug, placing it in Viktor’s hands and helping him hold the edge to his lips as he takes small sips to soothe his throat. When he finished drinking, Jayce sets the mug on the desk and kneels down beside him once more.

“Viktor, I-“

“Don’t. I know what you’re going to say, Jayce, and I’m sorry I lied to you. I truly do wish I could apologize but you must understand. I am doing this only because it is a last resort and I’m running out of options. The hexcore is still too difficult to control, but if I can study shimmer a bit more, there is a possibility that I could synthesize a non-addictive version of it that could work against my illness. There’s no guarantee it will work, but if you could trust me, then I’m sure I can find a way just like we did with hextech.”

Jayce is silent the entire time he talks, holding one of his hands in his own while he listens. When Viktor finally finishes, he can see the other’s blank expression staring at his lap and trying to weigh all of the possible options and outcomes for each one. He waits for the man’s response with bated breath, and finally gets one after what feels like an eternity of silence.

“Can you show me how it works? I want to know how it feels.”

At first, the request catches Viktor completely off guard. He never thought Jayce would accept his reasoning so easily right off the bat but a part of him was truly grateful towards his partner. Deep down, he knew the man would understand why he had to resort to such desperate measures in order to stay alive. He wanted to keep inventing things, conducting research on hextech and spending time with Jayce in the lab just like the good old days at the start of their partnership. They had such honest dreams back then. But now it felt like they’d never make those dreams come true. Shimmer was Viktor’s final hope to battle his disease if they couldn’t figure out how to use the hexcore properly.

“Of course I can… but are you sure you’re okay with it? I know how you feel about these sorts of things and I can assure you that I’ll be extremely careful in my research, you don’t have to get involved and risk your own safety for my sake-“

“Please Viktor. You’re my partner. You saved my life when you encouraged me to continue creating hextech. No one else believed that it could be done, but you… You stuck by my side from the very beginning and helped me create something truly beautiful. Now it’s my turn to help you and support you even if this whole thing sounds dangerous and stupid. I owe you my life, Viktor. So let me help save yours.”

Jayce reaches up, gently cupping Viktor’s cheek as he gazes into his eyes with soft hazel rings. He doesn’t look like he’s lying, and his words sound sincere as Viktor replays them over and over in his head. He can feel his heart swelling with all kinds of emotions but the most prominent one was a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling that tickled his chest and his stomach. It hummed in his throat and slid over his skin, making every inch of his body become tingly and hot. With a firm nod, Jayce smiles at him, relief washing over his features as he pulls his hand back, heading back to his desk to grab his chair and a notepad so he could take some notes to start their shimmer research.

Viktor slowly undresses himself once more, placing his clothes onto his desk as he sits back down in just his underwear and leg brace. He feels his face growing hot with embarrassment as Jayce stares at his body, eyes trailing up and down the right side of his torso and over his leg where the purple veins are most prominent and abundant.

“Does it hurt?” He asks quietly, reaching out and hesitantly brushing his fingers over one of the veins, causing Viktor to flinch at the sudden contact. Jayce yanks his hand back, looking at him worriedly but Viktor quickly shakes his head and smiles, waving away his concerns.

“No, no, I’m perfectly fine. A little hot but that seems to be a natural side effect that comes with taking the drug. From what I’ve experienced, it gives the user the equivalent of an adrenaline boost but much more powerful and concentrated. It heightens their senses while dulling their ability to feel pain, much like the body does naturally, granting them a higher tolerance for certain things.”

Jayce nods slowly as he scribbles some things on his notepad, making sure to jot down the most important bits before he looks up at Viktor with a serious expression on his face.

“How do you take it? Do you drink it or mix it into something? Does it have fumes you need to inhale?”

Viktor shakes his head and opens up his desk drawer, pulling out the needle gun and handing it to Jayce, who takes it after a moment of deliberation.

“I can make about three or four injections with a vial this size, but I don’t use it very frequently. It’s only when the pain becomes unbearable and my normal medications won’t work that I take it.” Viktor angles his leg to reveal the small handful of injection scars, most of them already scabbed over but not fully healed, signifying that he’d only begun using recently, but did so infrequently enough that he only had a few marks on his thigh.

“And when you take this, you’re still able to maintain control of your body and think clearly?”

Viktor hesitates to nod at first, but eventually confirms with a soft ‘yes’ as Jayce inspects the needle in his hands, eyeing the vial of purple liquid curiously.

“How much of it can you get from this doctor friend of yours? Is it a lot or…”

Viktor shrugs as his lips pull into a fine line. He honestly didn’t think to ask as the doctor would always end up sending him shimmer one way or another whenever he was running low. It was uncanny how accurate he could be sometimes, but he didn’t focus on those details too much. What mattered is that he had a stable, reliable supply of shimmer. Though Jayce didn’t need to know the exact amount

“He sends a vial of that size about twice a month. So every two weeks, I’ll receive a new one once the other has been depleted.”

“Alright, that’s good to know. I know some of the enforcers caught an airship trying to smuggle shimmer through the gates recently. We can compare it when your new sample comes in and see if they’re the same, maybe refine the larger batch and use it as a testing base.”

Jayce wraps his hand around the grip of the needle, eyeing the needle point barely poking out the end of it as Viktor watches him, feeling something creeping along his spine as the other slides a single finger over the trigger. Viktor doesn’t say anything as Jayce brings the needle closer to his arm, pausing just millimeters away from puncturing his own skin. He can hear blood rushing through his ears as Jayce pushes the syringe gun into his forearm and injects the rest of the vial, gritting his teeth in pain as shimmer enters his bloodstream and starts to travel through his veins. It runs up his arm, beneath his shirt and emerging at his neck as it climbs up the left side of his face like twisting vines.

His hazel eyes also change to a subtle glowing purple as he breathes heavily, dropping the syringe gun onto the desk as he cradles his injected arm and stares down at what he’d done. When he looks back at Viktor, the man is wearing a shadow of a smile as his eyes glance over him with concern.

“How are you feeling?” Viktor asks, empathy laced in his voice but it hides something else beneath it.

“I… it feels… hot. I feel hot, Viktor.”

He hums and nods slowly, picking up the needle and unscrewing the now empty vial from the port, tossing it onto his desk alongside the previously discarded one and opens his medicine drawer again. He pops out the false bottom and lifts it up to reveal at least ten more of those same exact vials of shimmer tucked neatly into two rows, selecting one and loading it into the syringe gun. Jayce’s eyes widen at the sight of all the shimmer hidden away. He had truly believed Viktor only owned one vial and that was the one he’d discovered earlier that morning. But it was a lie. He tries to confront Viktor but he finds he can’t speak clearly, his words slurring together before they can leave his throat as he touches his neck with a shaky hand.

“Don’t worry Jayce. You’ll get used to it very soon. You always adapt to it quickly.”

Viktor grabs the other man’s wrist, holding his arm steady despite him trying to pull away and injects the entire second vial into his arm. Jayce cries out in pain as more of the drug floods his system, leading to more of the purple veins appearing on his neck and face as his eyes glow brighter in the dim light. Viktor tries to hold on but he can’t win against Jayce’s boost in strength as the man tears his arm away, stumbling back and knocking over his seat as he begins to writhe on the floor in pain, panting and salivating uncontrollably as the shimmer courses through him.

Viktor can feel his heart racing as he watches his partner on the floor, clawing at the smooth tiles beneath him as he clutches his chest, gasping for air while his eyes tremble and start to lose focus, his gaze clouding over bit by bit. His body starts to swell, his muscles expanding as his clothes strain and tear at the seams as the fabric attempts to contain the changes occurring. Viktor moves off his seat and crawls over Jayce’s shivering form, tracing his hands over his chest as tears run down the man’s golden cheeks. He leans down, kissing away the tears sweetly as he undoes the buttons on his top, pulling the flaps open as he stares at the expanse of perfectly smooth, defined muscles now colored with seductive purple lines leading down past his waist.

He can hear Jayce attempting to speak, gasping and choking on his own spit as his hand reaches out, grabbing Viktor’s wrist in a vice grip that makes him wince in pain. The hold loosens, a glimmer of concern washing over Jayce’s violet gaze as he swallows hard, staring him down while the shimmer continues to spread across his dark skin. The color isn’t as prominent as it looks on Viktor’s sickly colored body, and it compliments his complexion well. Jayce always looked good in rich, royal colors, better than any other topsider out there. He was truly beautiful with his eyes filled with tears, the color being just as corrupted as his own.

“Your clothes will be ruined if you keep them on. Let me help you, Jayce.”

Viktor’s hands work quickly, calculated and careful with each movement as he undoes the complex belt on Jayce’s pants, setting it to the side while he straddles the man’s massive thighs. He could feel himself leaking again and wondered if Jayce had noticed the wetness in the white fabric of his underwear, or if he could smell the arousal dripping from his cunt as he undid the buttons of his trousers one by one and slid them down. His heart nearly stopped as his eyes dropped to the maroon colored fabric beneath his matching pants. An amused smile tugged at his lips as Jayce turned his head away and avoided his gaze, his face turning red while Viktor studied the large tent in his tight boxers.

He traced a finger over the perfect outline of Jayce’s cock, mouth salivating at the size of it and shifted lower on his legs, getting comfortable on top of the other’s knees. He could feel it twitching to life, palming at the shaft through expensive silk fabric and sliding his fingers under the waist, chewing his lip with anticipation.

“V-Viktor-“

The groan is weak as Viktor looks up at him, staring at Jayce’s flushed cheeks while the shimmer creeps closer towards his eyes. His gaze is blurry and unfocused, pupils dilated and almost completely absorbing the purple glimmer into a dark, endless abyss. He looked scared, desperately trying to come to his senses as the drug attempted to seize control. It pulled Viktor in and for a moment he found clarity again, staring down at his hands as they pressed against Jayce’s hips, fingers curled around the elastic of his underwear. They were both almost entirely naked, laying on the floor of their shared lab in the middle of the night, high on shimmer with Viktor seconds away from devouring the man.

’What am I doing…’

He pulls his hands away, curling his fingers into tight fists to keep himself from getting any more ideas as he reaches for his cane to stand up. Only for Jayce to sit up and grab his hips before he can slide off his legs. The movement startles both men as Viktor glances at him hesitantly, hand pausing mere inches away from his cane as Jayce stutters to explain himself. It’s clear that his mind is racing a mile a minute behind his clouded eyes, his brain moving faster than his tongue can understand. Whether he realizes it or not, his hands dig and grip at Viktor’s sides, making him flinch and shiver while his waist is squeezed like a stressball by the man’s large, rough hands.

“Breathe Jayce,” he whispers softly, reaching a hand up and cupping the other’s chin, bringing his eyes to focus on his own.

Jayce swallows thickly, eyes falling shut as his head dips into Viktor’s hand, tilting slightly so that his palm cups his cheek. He takes a deep, shaky breath, chest rising and falling as he exhales warm air onto the other’s thumb while it caresses the corner of his lips.

“I-it’s so hot… I- I don’t… I’m scared, Viktor. I don’t want to… to… You’re my partner, Vik. I can’t- I-I can’t risk hurting you, but it’s so-“

Viktor leans forward, quickly cutting off his paranoid ramblings with a desperate kiss full of years and years of bottled up desire. Jayce’s eyes widen before fluttering shut once more as he pushes back, his hand sliding up to support his spine and fiddling with the strap of his back-brace. He unhooks it with practiced ease, allowing Viktor to loosen the corset-style hooks and letting them fall to the side while their lips continue colliding. Bursts of warmth like stars coming to life in the cosmos fill his chest as Viktor’s heartbeat races, hands becoming tangled in Jayce’s sweaty, matted hair while the other roams the expanses of his skin.

Jayce pulls back to take a deep breath, a thin strand of spit connecting their reddened lips together before he dives back in, pulling Viktor’s hips closer and grinding hard against his own. A shaken whimper escapes as Viktor winces violently, his bad leg pulling into an odd position and causing his bones to grind painfully at the joint. Jayce immediately stops and Viktor inspects his leg as he manually pulls it closer to lessen the dull throbbing.

“A-Are you alright? Oh my gods I’m so, so sorry Viktor I-I didn’t mean to-”

Viktor kisses him softly, stopping him before he can start to spiral and his eyes fall shut, leaning into the tender affection. He waits until the other calms down, pulling back slowly and trying not to smile when Jayce chases after him for more.

“I’ll be fine. But perhaps we should move to a position that’s more comfortable-”

He can’t even finish his thought before Jayce is lifting him into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all and seats him on the previously toppled rolling chair. His touch is so gentle and careful like he was some fragile glass sculpture that could shatter at any moment, content with taking things slower. Meanwhile, all Viktor wants to do is witness his composure crumble, for him to lose control. How Jayce was able to fight against the shimmer’s effects was a mystery he had to solve. But that could wait for after he’s had his fill.

“Jayce, lean back for a moment.”

The man complies, leaning against the desk in front of Viktor. He inches the stool closer, going back to rubbing and stroking the other through his boxers, watching as Jayce shudders as the sudden touch. He leans in, kissing the hard bulge beneath the fabric over and over and watching the tip start to poke out over the hem. Jayce was big, he could tell from the way his tight pants strained over his crotch every time he moved. Viktor pressed his lips over the exposed part of his flushed tip, sucking softly and prodding the small slit with the tip of his tongue. The action is enough to catch the other off guard as Jayce’s knees buckle and he grabs the edge of the desk hard, holding himself up while Viktor gets to work.

He yanks down the tight boxers, ignoring the gasp and sounds of protest from the other as he takes Jayce’s hard cock in his hand, stroking the massive several inches slowly while it leaks. Viktor’s mouth fills with drool in anticipation, eyes focused on the precum running down his length and over his thumb which traces a thick purple vein. It’s a glorious sight of Jayce panting and whimpering while he pumps his cock, sticking out his tongue to lap at the bittersweet substance dripping from the swelled tip. He’s eager to take it in his mouth now, but manages to hold himself back while Jayce somehow continues to resist the drug. A rough hand grabs Viktor by the hair and holds his head back, forcing his gaze up while he continues stroking his cock, moving his hand faster as the precum coats his palm and slicks his skin.

“H-hold on a sec Viktor, y-you can’t just- just mmf d-do this and expect me to- too oooh fuck~ d-don’t look at me like that…”

“Like what?” Viktor asks innocently, swirling his tongue around Jayce’s tip at the same time.

“Y-You know exactly what. Dammit Vik, i-if you don’t- don’t ah~ ahhh shit~! V-Viktor~!”

Jayce grips at his skull, pulling his hair as he swallows the man whole, feeling it slide deep into his throat and twitch wildly on his tongue. Viktor moans loudly despite the cock muffling his voice, his throat tightening and purring with content while the other struggles to keep his hips still. He had minimal gag reflex and therefore, no reason not to deepthroat Jayce every time he bobbed his head, making the man writhe, utterly helpless. His partner made the sweetest, most desperate of sounds each time the tip hits the back of his mouth and travels further down, becoming soaked with spit while Jayce practically chokes on his own.

Viktor pulls back for a moment just to catch his breath and rest his jaw, strands of transparent and glistening lavender connecting his lips to flushed skin. The tight fist at the back of his head remains as Jayce pants heavily, his eyes clouded over even more than before while staring daggers at him. Chills run down his spine and Viktor is forced forward, face pressed into a tuft of dark curls and a wet shaft against his cheek. He breathes in deep, stifling a whorish groan at the thick scent of sweat and forge smoke while a low growl rumbles in the other’s chest.

“D-Don’t stop now. If you’re g-going to- to tease me, then… f-finish what y-you started.”

He sounds so nervous saying it, but the hungry, predatory stare said otherwise. Another shiver runs along Viktor’s skin as he returns to stroking the other’s cock, listening to the squelch of wet skin and sucking on the tip like it was the sweetest candy in the world. He hears Jayce moaning his name despite having covered his mouth with his hand, the letters tumbling past his lips in praise at the rush of pleasure coursing through him. Viktor’s thighs start to feel sticky as he squeezes them together, his cunt leaking and staining the cushioned chair with unabashed arousal as he continues to suck up and down the sides of Jayce’s cock, lightly nipping at the tight skin and grinning every time the other flinched.

“D-Don’t make me get r-rough with you,” he threatens seductively, running his fingers through Viktor’s hair while readjusting his grip to sit at the base of his skull. His fingers curl around the short strands and tug experimentally, a toothy grin pulling at his lips when Viktor groans against the base of his shaft.

“Did that ah~ f-feel good, V?”

Viktor nods slowly, panting softly as he curls his lips around one of Jayce’s balls, kissing and sucking on it while he slides a hand between his own legs and teases himself through the soaked fabric. Jayce repeats the action harder this time, pulling another moan from him and he sucks harder in response, feeling the man shudder and tug forcefully once more.

“You should s-suck me off again, d-don’t you think? Since I’m mmh getting c-close now.”

“That depends. How close are you?”

Viktor tightens his hold on the other’s cock, squeezing his fingers all the way around the base. Jayce winces in pain, hand flying to grab his wrist but it stops and redirects to the top of his head. He grips the strands and yanks hard, forcing Viktor’s head back as he lets out a quiet whine, jaw falling open just enough for the other to angle the tip inside and thrust. It hits his soft palette and his stomach lurches for once, his throat tightening as Jayce forces his way in. Tears start to fill his eyes as the man sets a brutal pace, fucking his mouth like it were a toy while he gags and chokes repeatedly. He used to think he could handle an assault like this, but once it started, he couldn’t seem to stop as the tears rushed down his flushed cheeks and he digs his nails into Jayce’s hip.

“Oh fuuck~ Vik… y-your throat is so tight, I-I can’t- gods~ I-I’m gonna cum-!”

Viktor struggles to pull away, not wanting him to finish so soon and ruin his fun but he can’t fight the iron grip on his head forcing him to stay put. He peers up through bleary eyes at Jayce’s flushed expression, his gaze unfocused and drunk on a dangerous blend of power and lust. His hips keep snapping forward, finally burying Viktor’s face into a thick bush of hair while he curses his name under his breath. His body tenses and trembles and Viktor can feel the twitching in his mouth as something sweet spills into his throat. Jayce’s grip begins to falter and Viktor takes the chance to pull back, feeling the warm cum paint his face while he strokes and squeezes every last drop onto his stuck out tongue.

He holds his head still, letting his partner take in the sight while he gently licks the tip clean, and avoids swallowing the sweet spend for as long as he can so he can bask in the dark flush of Jayce’s shame. But the other doesn’t hesitate to grab his chin, pressing his thumb onto Viktor’s tongue and spreading his own cum around so it coats every inch of the pink muscle that helped bring him to such an intense high. When Jayce finally pulls his hand back, he wipes his fingers onto his abs and the sight makes Viktor swallow hard.

‘Oh gods… It’s…’

“Fucking purple.”

Viktor’s half spoken thought makes the other man laugh as he picks him up again and swaps their positions, sitting the smaller man on the edge of the desk. Jayce moves any files or notes out of the way and gently pushes him to lay on his back. Viktor’s eyes are glued to the other’s hands as they slide off his final piece of clothing, tossing it onto the pile, and starts to massage his thighs with warm, calloused fingers. He watches Jayce slowly sink to his knees, his face framed perfectly between pale thighs as he settles them onto his shoulders.

“Alright, Viktor. My turn now.”

Jayce’s tone is suddenly flirtatious, as if his previous hesitation and embarrassment vanished into thin air as soon as he had the upper hand. It lets loose the butterflies in Viktor’s stomach and he instinctively curls up, pulling his legs towards his chest only for the other to spread them wide against the desk surface. His cheeks instantly turn a dark cherry red and he catches a subtle smirk on Jayce’s lips before he lowers his head, taking a long, slow lick up his inner thigh and gathering the pale lavender juices that had been soaking him for the past while now.

His tongue feels hot and soft against Viktor’s heated skin, his insides tightening and clenching with need while the other continues to clean up the mess between his legs. Teasing licks and simple patterns drawn along his thighs have his mind clawing at the walls of his skull, his nails digging into the varnished wood of the desk as impatience swells within him. He loves the way Jayce seems to worship him, kissing and marking his skin with faint hickeys while he uses his tongue to clean the shimmer-colored arousal coating his thighs. When he finally gets to the dripping source and slides his tongue over Viktor’s swollen folds, it’s like an instant relief as his hips buck upwards to follow the soft lips that graze against his throbbing clit, quiet whimpers building in his throat wanting to beg for more.

“Jayce, mmh come closer,”

Viktor reaches out, combing his fingers through the other’s hair with as much sweetness as he can muster to match Jayce’s languid brushstrokes. Every time his tongue drags along his cunt it sends shivers up his spine, his legs wrapping tightly around broad shoulders while gentle fingers spread his folds. It feels so loving and tender, like soft velvet and silk running over his skin. Jayce’s other hand is warm as it slides up Viktor’s stomach, fingers spreading out over his chest while he breathes steadily. He takes in every sensation, eyes falling shut as Jayce lightly traces his entrance with the tip of his tongue and he pulls roughly on the man’s hair.

A low groan turns into pleasant vibrations against Viktor’s heat, his own voice humming with satisfaction as he feels the tongue spear into his cunt. His chest shudders at the playful squeeze on his thigh, watching the purple veins bulge on Jayce’s hand as it clenches and blunt nails dig into his flesh. Viktor tugs harder and pulls his legs tighter while the other moans into him again, lapping at his heat and causing more arousal to leak out. He wants Jayce to be rougher with him, to hunger for him with a passionate flame that can’t be doused.

He can feel the other’s tongue swirling around his insides, plush lips sucking on his skin as he pulls back with a soft pop. The sensation moves up, circling his swollen clit while a finger presses against his entrance, teasing with the promise of filling him deep. Jayce moans almost obnoxiously loud whenever his hair is pulled, making his heart race as he worries someone would hear them from outside. But it’s not enough to persuade Viktor to stop. Not when the other sucks his clit and fingers his cunt so well.

Viktor moans loudly, his back arching off the desk while his insides clench around the thick digit steadily pumping within him. His legs start to spasm as Jayce’s tongue flicks across his clit, moving side to side and sending bolts of pleasure throughout his entire body. Viktor can feel his climax building, pulling a hand away from Jayce’s hair and grabbing hold of the one on his chest, lacing their fingers together and squeezing. A second finger quickly pushes its way inside and curls against his walls, stretching and spreading his pussy open in a scissoring motion that has his hips rutting up into the air.

The fingering doesn’t relent, picking up speed as Jayce searches for something to press. He quickly finds it and rubs firmly in repetitive circles, using his thumb to roll Viktor’s clit at the same time while he presses more kisses to his thighs. Viktor’s toes curl and his breathing stutters as he gasps, head rolling against the desk to watch Jayce’s sharp canines dig into his skin, leaving deep bite marks that threaten to bleed. His heart races and he can’t stop his body from curling around the man, squeezing his head between his thighs and grinding against his lips in order to feel his tongue once more. His climax keeps building stronger and stronger, threatening to completely tear him apart the moment it hits and he can’t stop begging for it as loud as he can.

“Go faster Jayce~ Ah haa- ngh yes! Yes! Oh gods Jayce, hnng~! I-I’m cumming-!”

His jaw tightens in anticipation, pussy feeling numb and rubbed raw as Jayce fingers him faster, sucking hard on his clit and eating him out like it was his last meal on earth. Viktor gasps and shudders, eyes rolling back into his head as he claws at Jayce’s scalp and the back of his palm. He feels the other’s hand slide from his chest to the soft spot just beneath his stomach, pressing down enough to feel Jayce’s other fingers curl against his sweet spot on the other side. Viktor screams silently and nearly passes out from the intense climax, his cum squirting out and drenching the man’s hand and chin. Jayce’s movements slow to a persistent, soft rubbing over his folds while he uses his tongue to clean up the mess, gently kissing and sucking on the soaked skin while Viktor pants quickly to catch his breath.

Viktor barely gives himself more than half a minute to recover before he’s sitting up and pulling Jayce to his feet by the hair, kissing him roughly and tasting his release on the man’s lips. It’s a mix of sweet and sour and he can see the drops of faint purple on the man’s cheeks, breaking away from the kiss to lick them up himself. Jayce stares at him, eyes wide and starving once more as Viktor lays back down, holding his legs at his sides and tempting him to devolve further. He can see Jayce leaking again, his cock turning violet from the shimmer-tainted blood filling it as it slides along his folds, catching on his clit and making him shudder with pleasure and anticipation.

Jayce grabs his hips, pulling Viktor closer until his ass is slightly off the edge before gripping the back of his thighs, forcing his knees to press against the desk surface. Viktor can feel his muscles straining, being stretched uncomfortably by the position despite his hypermobility. The tingling sensation of pain from his legs shoots straight to his pussy and his insides clench uselessly around nothing, despite the perfect thing for him laying right on top of it. He can’t tell if Jayce is being a tease on purpose, or if he’s truly addicted to the sensation of grinding his cock over his wet folds, but it isn’t enough. It’s not enough until he’s screaming so loud his voice gives out and his lungs stop working. It’s not enough to only lose his mind to pleasure, his body needs to be used till it’s broken to pieces.

The universe grants him such an opportunity as Jayce leans down to kiss his chest, leaving faint love bites and pink hickeys around his scars and nipples. Viktor forces himself to focus and not lose sight of his goal just yet, reaching his hand into the drawer of shimmer and grabbing another full vial while the other is distracted and loads it into the syringe. Jayce starts to stand back up, positioning his cock at Viktor’s entrance when he takes his chance, shooting the drug into his shoulder. Jayce nearly doubles over as his body is flooded with a third round of shimmer, nearing a total of 60 mL of the drug rampaging throughout his system. He chokes and gasps, staring at Viktor with a hint of confused surprise and betrayal as he cradles his arm, his eyes glowing brighter before they roll back into his head for a split second.

Viktor moves swiftly and wraps his legs around the man’s hips, forcing him to thrust forward and finally grant him that beautifully full feeling. Jayce chokes, slamming his hands onto the desk as he tries to resist the shimmer and pull back, but Viktor grabs him and holds him tight in his arms while the substance works its magic. It only takes a few seconds before he no longer has to tug on Jayce’s hips to keep him buried inside. The man starts to move on his own, his broken gasping and panting hot and heavy in Viktor’s ear while he salivates uncontrollably. His nails scrape against the desk beside Viktor’s head and his body floods with excited adrenaline, sending shimmer straight to his brain with a rush as the other’s cock fucks him deep.

“Jayce~ Jayce~! Gods it feels so full~! Fuck me harder- fuck me-!”

Viktor chokes as a painful shock rolls through him and turns his bones to jelly. Jayce growls against his skin, teeth hooking deep into his shoulder. He can feel the warmth of blood seeping from the bite, his vision turning fuzzy as he becomes lightheaded. Jayce’s cock continues to thrust inside of his cunt, spreading him nice and wide just like he wanted. Viktor cries his name over and over again, clawing at the man’s back and leaving bright red scratch marks all over his skin with each powerful snap of his hips. He can feel the tip of his cock digging into his cervix every time Jayce is buried to the hilt inside his heat, getting him drunk on pain and pleasure.

With the intense pounding and lingering sensitivity, Viktor knows he’s bound to cum again and edges the other more, moaning whorishly in Jayce’s ear while the other grunts and growls like a wild animal in heat. He doesn't want to release his bite, sinking his teeth deeper into the pale flesh and drawing more blood. Viktor shudders at the thought of Jayce ripping a chunk of his shoulder out, his pussy clenching and forcing a strangled groan from his lips until he finally lets go. Viktor tries to adjust his legs, hooking his ankles together behind Jayce’s waist for support before his hips are yanked off the desk further by the sheer force of the other’s pounding.

It’s brutal and mind numbing for sure, shocking his system as Jayce’s cock pulls out to just the tip and slams back in full force a moment later. There’s no ounce of hesitance or restraint in his actions, leaving Viktor to deal with the consequences. He hugs Jayce tightly, clinging onto his hulking body for dear life while his head reels back, drool and tears running down his cheeks while he cums hard on the man’s cock. The brutal pounding doesn’t stop for a second, Jayce’s nostrils flaring as he picks up on the thick scent of shimmer laced into Viktor’s release and truly loses control. He grabs hold of his slender hips, nearly crushing his fragile bones in a vice grip and tears himself away, leaving the smaller man trembling, gasping for breath and dazed in the glow of his release.

Viktor doesn’t fight back or resist as he’s forcefully thrown onto his stomach, the edge of the desk digging into the tops of his thighs when Jayce rams his cock back into his aching pussy. He lets out a scream of ecstasy but it’s quickly muffled by two thick fingers shoved down his throat, coated in the taste of his own release. Viktor gags and chokes, more tears staining his flushed face while he grabs at empty air for something to hold onto, his hands eventually wrapping over the opposite edge of his desk. His body instinctively wants to pull away, fearing this manic and unhinged version of Jayce while also yearning uncontrollably for more at the same time.

Fingers dig into his waist, squeezing his stomach to the point he feels sick and Viktor feels teeth gnashing at the nape of his neck, threatening to rip into him there as well. His skin becomes coated in drool while Jayce presses his sweaty forehead between his shoulder blades and bites, leaving shallow teeth marks all over Viktor’s arched spine. The wooden desk creaks beneath them as he clings to the edge, digging his nails into the lacquered surface and his body rocks back and forth from the hard thrusts. He’s barely able to breathe, choking on Jayce’s digits when his head is suddenly forced back by those same fingers digging deeper into his throat before slipping away and grabbing his shoulder.

Viktor’s chest is lifted off the hard surface and it feels like his body’s going to snap in half as the sound of wet skin on skin echoes in his ears. His ass feels a numb sting settling in, the repeated slap of Jayce’s hips turning his cheeks a faint pink as he drills his cock deeper into the man. Viktor’s mind nearly shatters when the other pulls away, leaving his cunt gaping and spasming on the brink of a third orgasm. He feels his bad leg getting lifted onto the desk, forcing him to stand on his toes on his other foot to comfortably adjust to the position. His upper body is ripped away from the desk right after, ruining his balance and forcing his back against Jayce’s heaving chest while he sinks onto the other’s cock once more.

The thick shaft throbs and pulses against Viktor’s numbed insides, his eyes rolling into his head while his thoughts truly fade to black. Jayce hugs his waist tight, biting at his neck possessive and aggressive while using the man to chase his personal high. Viktor can barely tell if he’s cum or not, his entire body feeling like it’s on the brink of falling to pieces as Jayce forces him back onto the desk and pins him down with all his weight. The air in his lungs rushes out as he wheezes and gasps desperately, his tongue hanging past his lips while he weeps without tears, having run out of them some time ago. He hears Jayce let out a guttural cry, hips stuttering to a halt as heat floods Viktor’s senses.

Hot cum fills his pussy and threatens to leak into every inch and crevice of it, making his insides feel fuzzy and warm. Jayce slowly pulls out, cock going limp as he steps back and collapses into the chair behind him. His eyes are unfocused and his breathing starts to slow as he struggles to stay awake against the drugs crash. Viktor remains splayed out on his desk, shuddering as Jayce’s cum slowly drips from his twitching folds and runs down the back of his thigh. It takes a while for his mind to clear and the streaks of shimmer to fade from his body but he manages to come to his senses eventually. While the other remains passed out, his body gradually flushing itself of the toxic substance, Viktor cleans up everything in the lab, leaving behind no sign of their night of depravity aside from the marks on their bodies. Some that will fade by morning like the scratches on Jayce’s back, and others that will take much longer. Most notedly being the deep bite mark on his shoulder.

He manages to pull Jayce’s boxers and pants back on after a bit of struggle, wrapping a blanket around him instead of bothering with his shirt and wheeling him over to his desk. Viktor leaves the man there to continue resting while he changes into a spare set of clothes, hiding yesterday’s outfit in a small overnight bag beneath his desk. He ensures everything is clean, his wounds are covered up, and that his tools are well hidden before carrying himself over to a simple cot set up for nights at the lab and collapsing onto it, getting some much needed rest before the sun rises in the next couple of hours.

When Viktor opens his eyes again, Jayce is pulling on his shirt as Sky arrives to begin their research for the day.

“Good morning Viktor, Jayce,” she greets with a chipper tone, glancing between the two men as she strides across the room.

“Good morning Miss Young,” Viktor replies, stretching his stiff and sore limbs as he sits up before remaking the sheets and heading to his desk.

He glances at Jayce who looks dazed and not entirely there, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt while also attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. Viktor takes a seat, reaching for some files and binders while continuing to observe the other while Sky places a cup of coffee on his desk. He utters a quiet thanks to her and blows on the liquid before tasting it.

“Are you feeling alright Jayce? You look like you didn’t sleep at all last night.”

Sky looks at the man with worry in her voice, offering him a mug of coffee as well. He accepts with a subtle nod, quickly downing the burning liquid and handing back the cup while the woman stares at him in utter shock and slight horror. Viktor resists the urge to chuckle as he sips at his own cup, watching Jayce continue getting dressed and making himself look presentable for the day.

“Miss Young is right, were you having trouble sleeping last night? I would have offered you the cot if you needed it.” He hides the amusement in his voice as Jayce turns to him, confusion etched into his knitted brows while his hazel eyes squint against the sunlight now streaming in.

“I don’t think… no- no I um, it’s fine Viktor. I know how much you need the cot, more than I do… I feel like- ugh I have the worst headache right now. I don’t know why…”

“Did something happen after I left? Maybe you pushed yourself too hard yesterday.”

“Maybe. I can’t remember what I did, though… I know I got the gate travel records, went to my meetings, picked up some extra supplies for the lab, and I went to the forge. But after that it’s all blurry…”

Jayce scratches his head, trying so hard to bring up the memories of the night before while Viktor flips through a notebook nonchalantly.

“Viktor, did I spend the whole night at the forge yesterday?” He absentmindedly scratches his wrist as he speaks, not even noticing the small puncture wound in his forearm.

“I’m not sure. I tested some theories before I went to bed but you were not in the lab when I did. You must have returned once I was already asleep.”

Jayce nods slowly, still looking beyond confused as he glances around his desk, eyes landing on a page that he lifts up and stares at for a few seconds longer than a normal once-over.

“Weird. I could have sworn we talked about something important for a while and then…”

His voice trails off and his eyes go wide, his intense gaze locking onto Viktor. He puts on a calm, smiling expression as he turns in his seat to fully face the other man, making Jayce’s concern falter.

“I can assure you Jayce, that matter has been handled delicately and with the utmost of care. Now, I believe we both have a very busy day ahead of us. I suggest you have a proper breakfast while you still can, assuming your condition is being caused by a lack of nutrition. Have some vitamins, an orange should suffice.”

He turns back around before Jayce can get a word in, making him glance at Sky for assistance but she smiles apologetically and shrugs, taking a book from a spare desk and bringing it to Viktor who nods in thanks. Jayce is left more confused than before but doesn’t argue with the other man, finishing getting dressed in his usual councilor suit and saying goodbye as he leaves the lab. As soon as Jayce leaves and Sky returns to her work from the night before, Viktor hides a wide smile behind his hand and takes out a blank page and a pen, scrawling down a short letter before tucking it into his medicine drawer and pulling out the bottles one by one. He needed to take his medicine if he wanted to have an easy day with minimal pain distracting him.

He’d send his message to the doctor later, telling him to increase the shimmer’s potency some more for his next batch. He doubted spiking his drinks at night before he slept would work with the current vials if it took more than two to achieves the desired result. Jayce’s tolerance was growing exponentially, and he nearly remembered things this time. The day Viktor lets the man recall anything of their escapades together would be the last time it happens. Ever.