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The lights in the lab are dim, casting an orange hue across the room.
It is quiet, nothing but soft breathing reverberating through the room and the trill of cicadas that have been echoing on and off throughout the night.
There would occasionally be footsteps walking straight past his lab door belonging to that of the night security guard Harold as he made his continuous rounds, but he knew not to come in here, not just because of the sign on the door stating [WORK IN PROGRESS, NO ENTRANCE], but also because he knows there is a ninety percent chance that Mel informed everyone of importance of a certain scientist and inventor's return and she relayed the importance of that to everyone.
Being read like that was unnerving to Jayce, but when he looks back on his life up until now, he realizes that it was full of people reading through him and using the fact that he was so starstruck and blinded by science to manipulate him into doing what they wanted.
Mel was like that at first, too, but they fell in love and she now became one of his biggest supporters, especially when it came to the man who was currently in his arms as they layed on the couch in their lab.
Viktor.
After so long, after fighting over their conflicting ideals, he had him back in his arms in one piece. He was different now due to the hexcore now being a part of who he was, but Jayce promised him that they would figure it out together, that he was not going to leave him alone anymore or do anything that was against his wishes.
"Ekko and I have made some real progress towards creating sustainability in the undercity Viktor. It took me longer than it should have, and I know that was part of what made you turn away from me, but the undercity deserves to breathe and deserves to be able to grow things on its own soil and deserves to not be constantly shrouded in darkness. I'm sorry it took you leaving and someone else coming up to me with thoughts of progression for me to finally wake up and stop being a pawn for other people."
A warm hand cupped his cheek and a thumb wiped away a tear he had not noticed slipped down his cheek before it was quickly replaced by another, then another until he was silently crying while gazing into those hazel eyes that seemed to be housing a prism of light now. The hexcore may have altered some of his behaviors and it may be influencing him in ways that were less than ideal, but Jayce could see through it and could see that it was still him. Still his Viktor.
Viktor who has been fighting all his life. Viktor who should have died on several different occasions and during his last accident with the explosion, it was Jayce's unwillingness to let him go that turned him into who he is now. Jayce was determined to take responsibility and ensure that the hexcore never got the chance to fully take him over, but for now, he wanted to lay here and never let Viktor go.
"Jayce, you are such a pitiful display right now and I know a lot about looking pitiful."
Viktor joked, which is a thing they can do together again. He missed that heavy accent of his so much more than he realized.
"I never thought that you looked pitiful, Viktor. I have always thought that you were, are, well, beautiful."
Their eyes were unable to escape one another and Jayce took this time to really take Viktor in, eyes leaving him and turning towards his silky hair that was now reaching his shoulders, to the purple of his skin that he could tell Viktor was trying to hide from him with his cloak, then his eyes flicked to his mouth and that plump bottom lip of his.
Viktor's breath hitched and when he looked back up, he could tell the same thoughts went through his head as well if the hand on his cheek sliding over his abundance of facial hair and the longer now hair on his head said anything.
Jayce sat up more straight and when Viktor put his hands on his shoulders and tried to lean back, he tightened his arms around his waist, still as gentle as before, reveling in how Viktor fell into him easily.
"Jayce, you can hold me harder, now. I feel strong again."
"I know. I know I just.. I want to treat you with kindness. I can not bring myself to handle you roughly."
The smile he was granted made his heart do backflips and he brought a hand up to brush a lock of Viktor's hair behind his ear before cupping the side of his head, his thumb drawing circles in the space in front of his ear.
He tugged him close to him slowly, slow enough that Viktor could pull away if he wanted to, but he did not pull back, and the first touch of their lips seemed to electrify everything inside of Jayce's being and the sigh Viktor let out through his nose said that the feeling was mutual.
Jayce pressed harder into the kiss, his hand moving to firmly grip the back of Viktor's neck and he briefly broke to kiss to suck Viktor's bottom lip into his mouth.
Viktor gasped out a moan that spoke right to the growing heat between Jayce's legs and in the next moment he had his tongue down Viktor's throat and slowly pushed until he was layed out on his back with Jayce hovering over him, still kissing him as if he were trying to suck his soul out of him through his mouth.
His hands moved to trail up Viktor's waist and when they gripped his cloak and started pulling it open, Viktor gasped, breaking the kiss and grabbing for Jayce's hands.
"Viktor?"
His eyes were averted while his hands trembled where they held Jayce's.
"Jayce, my skin, it is different now. My appearance is very different. Very purple, actually if that is your thing."
But Jayce knows this already. He saw his legs when he rushed him to the lab to save his life, and he saw how the hexcore changed his body when it strung him up, and it changed nothing to him.
"You are still beautiful, Viktor. Let me see you?"
And Viktor deflated, hands falling back to rest next to his ears to give Jayce the pleasure of stripping away the seemingly only piece of clothing that he was wearing.
And when he did, he ran his hands over his chest, leaning down to kiss him there softly, and with every gasp he trailed further down to a nipple, then to his stomach, his naval, and then..
Wait.
He looks back up at Viktor whose face was flushed pink from his previous actions.
"Vik? This is going to sound absurd, but where did your dick go?"
Not expecting it, Viktor started off with a snort, before his shoulders started trembling and his laughter bounced off the walls of the lab. He laughed so hard that tears were forming in his eyes and Jayce sat there, face hovering over what was most definitely once Viktor's dick in confusion.
Viktor's laughter died down slowly and he wiped his eyes.
"My apologies, I do not mean to laugh at you. I just thought you knew. Whatever it was you did with the hexcore to revive me, well, it seemed to have given me a sex change. Is that going to be a problem? You did not want one of each part from both your partners, did you?"
Now, Jayce went red and he shook his head quickly.
"What, no! I never even thought of that. I just was not expecting it. Have you touched it?"
Viktor hummed.
"I fear that after becoming somewhat of a messiah to peoples of the undercity and targeting those who sought to eradicate us has made it quite difficult to think of masturbating if that is what you are asking."
Jayce felt like he was on fire and he rested his hands on Viktor's thighs.
"Oh, yeah, that's, yeah fair enough. Well, lucky for you I have plenty of experience and I would love to please you Viktor, if you would let me."
His eyes softened and he brought both of his hands to rest in Jayce's hair.
"Please."
One breathless word and Jayce was kissing his inner thigh once, twice, before leaning in to lick a stripe up Viktor's cunt. He received a gasp in return and Viktor's body attempted to retreat from the sensation, but Jayce had his strong arms locked around his thighs to hold him in place.
He licked up the length of him again, sucking sharply at his clit when he got to the top, then moved down to press firm, continuous licks over his hole.
He could get addicted to this. In fact, he already was ever since the first time he went down on Mel when she told him to put his mouth to good use. Viktor's panting and his grip on his hair made Jayce moan with him on his tongue and the vibrations from it caused Viktor's breath to stutter.
Moving on, Jayce teased the tip of his tongue over Viktor's hole before pushing in easily, slurping him up as if this were his last meal.
"Shit, Jayce."
He gasped out, and Jayce tugged him closer, feasting on Viktor and the wetness between his legs that is a mixture of his spit and Viktor's cunt moistening up for him in preparation for insertion. A finger is pushed in along with his tongue, quickly followed by a second and he thrusts them inside of him fervently, longing to give Viktor well-deserved pleasure.
His insides were so wet and the softness of him on his fingers had Jayce thrusting his hips against the couch to relieve some of the pressure in his pants.
Removing his mouth from Viktor, he continued thrusting his fingers while his thumb moved to simultaneously rub over Viktor's clit. His moans were becoming more apparent at this point, going from soft pants to whimpers to throaty moans as he rolled his hips against Jayce's hand.
This view was something Jayce never wanted to give up. Viktor had his eyes pinched closed and those sinful, kiss bruised lips of his were parted allowing him to release the sweetest sounds into the space between them. His hands were back up by his head gripping onto the couch cushions and before long, Jayce could feel Viktor tightening around his fingers and see his core tighten, and then Viktor's body went rigid with a gasped-out moan as he tipped over the edge, thighs trembling and closing around Jayce's fingers.
Seeing him like this, spread out on his fingers, back arched, arms above his head, and his hair fanned out around his face, Jayce could understand why the sickly people of the undercity were so eager to follow him. He does look like that of a god, and Jayce would be his willing disciple.
He carefully pulled his fingers out and crawled back up to plant his lips against Viktor's, immediately slipping his tongue inside and Viktor grunted at the unusual taste of himself but kissed him back eagerly, the wet sounds of their mouths smacking together making Jayce rut his hips against Viktor who felt his hardness and broke the kiss.
"Get inside of me, please. I want to feel you, Jayce. Would you deny me of that?"
His hands were on the side of Jayce's face and he shook his head, his blown-out eyes locked onto Viktor's.
"No, I would never deny you of anything."
Viktor smiled and Jayce, keeping eye contact, moved his hands down to unbutton his pants and pull them down halfway over the globe of his ass which was all he need to fist his dick in his hand. He pumped himself slowly, spreading his precum leaking from his tip over him to moisten himself and then he was pressing his head to Viktor's cunt and pushing in.
He pushed in firmly, not stopping until his hips were flush against Viktor's. His face was buried in Viktor's shoulder now with the other's arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he got used to the sensation.
Finally, they were one.
Jayce could cry.
He felt Viktor relax and started grinding his hips against him, not yet thrusting as he carved his spot inside of Viktor. His partner wrapped his legs around his waist and tugged him closer to him.
Being with Viktor like this was a privilege in and of itself that Jayce would not dare take for granted. Viktor is his everything and the reason he was able to come this far, to begin with. He would be forever grateful for him and would worship that very ground he stepped on until his last breath.
Their hips were slapping together now as he started thrusting at a steady pace, grunts leaving both of their bodies as he placed his hands on the arm of the couch to leverage himself as he slowly upped his pace, skillfully rolling his hips into Viktor and watching as each thrust punched a moan from his throat.
"Ah fuck, Viktor... Viktor I love you, ah!"
He chanted his name over and over again, hips speeding up as he got lost in the pleasure, lost in Viktor.
He bent down further to wrap his arms around his waist, pushing and pulling his body to meet him thrust for thrust and Viktor's grip on him was bruising and his moans that were so cute in Jayce's mind were directly in earshot, unstopping.
Jayce was not going to last much longer, and the stutter in his hips was proof of that.
Viktor's lips started kissing the side of his face, biting and sucking at the pulse point on his neck causing Jayce to let out moans of his own.
"Come on, Jayce, finish inside of me. I am so close, too. I need to feel it, I need all of you."
Jayce licked his thumb and reached between them to rub firm circles into Viktor's clit again to hasten his orgasm. Pants of "yes, yes, yes" were slipping from Viktor's lips and with a well-placed thrust his cunt was tightening deliciously around Jayce as he reached his final orgasm of the night with the other not too far behind as the new pressure around him allowed him a few more thrusts before he was exploding inside of Viktor, painting his insides white and holding their hips firmly together so his spend can reach its furthest depths.
He does not pull out immediately.
Instead, with his arms wrapped around Viktor, he pulls them up so Viktor is sat in his lap, chest to chest, with his cum held inside of him.
"Is this okay, by the way?"
Jayce asked through bated breath as Viktor pressed their foreheads together, catching his breath as well.
"If you are asking.. if I have a uterus.. the answer is no, Jayce."
He seems to constantly be flushing red when he speaks with Viktor now, so he hides his face in his neck while running his hands up and down his sides. His partner chuckles and runs his own hands through his hair because of his bashfulness.
"Okay. Just.. just making sure."
They sit there a moment longer just basking in the embrace of each other. When Jayce starts feeling the oversensitivity kick in, he lifts Viktor by his waist and carefully pulls him off of his dick, shushing him when Viktor whines at the feeling of him dragging against his sensitive walls.
Cum drips out of him as he is sat back on his lap, but Jayce does not care. They will deal with the clean-up later.
"Jayce?"
Viktor whispered as he leaned heavily against him, comfortable in the strong arms wrapped around his figure.
"Yes, Viktor?"
He presses his lips to Jayce's neck, speaking into his skin.
"I love you, too. I have for a long time."