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(747): do i get to know your name?
(903): That takes away part of the fun, no?
(747): i’ve jerked off to your messages now. i can’t keep calling you the stranger who lives in my phone
(903): Do you not have online aliases that you use?
(747): LMAO you want to call each other by our GAMERTAGS?
(747): soooooo sexy keep talking dirty to me
(903): I can stop replying if you want
(747): noooo i was kidding :( it’s so hot when youre mean to me
Viktor was not sure why he hesitated in giving out his name. There was something sacred about the anonymity of it all. Viktor was not self conscious or insecure, but he kind of liked not knowing anything about this guy. He decided he was not going to unpack that just now
He lay back on the couch, head rested on one arm of it and his feet dangling over the other arm, contemplating the messages. This guy was absurd; Viktor felt like he had laughed more in the past few weeks from text messages than he had in the last year altogether.
He was also very good with his words. Viktor’s mind flashed back to last night, his hand grasping his dick tightly as he read what this guy would theoretically do to you if I was there.
Viktor’s phone flashed again. Defender of Tomorrow.
The pseudonym was just as ridiculous as the guy behind it.
(747): why are you not replying. you literally asked for this you cannot bully me for it
(747): its from an mmo i would play
(903): It’s very you.
(747): vague and ominous as always. love your work
(903): You may call me the Machine Herald
(747): stopppppp this is so silly
(747): imagine trying to moan that during sex
(903): You don’t have to imagine it
The instant responses stopped for just a few minutes; Viktor wondered if he had gone too far. Ridiculous, considering they literally sexted last night like loser teenagers.
(747): i take it all back i am so into this
(747): its like roleplaying
(747): oh someone has to stop the big bad herald from taking over the world
(747): who else is strong and sexy enough to stop him except for the defender of tomorrow!!
(903): I’m going to let you know right now that you should not send the flexing arm emojis ever again if you are trying to initiate something
(903): Besides, how would you overpower me?
(747): i’d surprise you, grabbing your arms from behind and pinning you against a desk. if you struggled, id lean my weight on you and shove a knee between your legs to restrict you further
Viktor sat up on his elbows, no longer only mildly invested in the conversation. He felt his dick twitch with interest, and let his hand snake just to his waistband. He let himself imagine it; a metal mask over his own face, restricting his view of his peripheral vision. He wouldn’t be able to see Defender’s face; the mask would obstruct his. There would only be the heavy weight behind him, pressing his body over a desk. He imagined the sharp press of the desk against his hip bones; how he would shift uncomfortably, only to be pressed harder against it, a thick and familiar weight pressed against his ass.
Oh, fuck it. He gripped himself, thumb running absentmindedly over the tip.
(903): That’s one way to subdue me
(903): And what if I pushed my hips back into you? Rubbed my ass against your dick?
Again, there was a slight delay. Viktor felt a thrill at the thought of Defender in the same position as him, unable to reply right away because he was too busy pleasuring himself as he imagined Viktor. He stroked himself, pleasure building in his gut.
(747): fuck man
(747): i bet i could hold both of your wrists behind your back with one hand
(747): i bet you would let me fuck you over that desk so hard your hips bruised without even letting you see my face
Viktor came with a gasp, spilling onto his stomach. Unfortunate, because the only cloth he had close by was on the coffee table, used to wipe oil from the screws and bolts. With only a severe amount of guilt, he realised he had been imaging Defender with Jayce’s face.
(903): I would
(903): I would let you do that
He wasn’t sure what came over him, but he was feeling a little brave. Blame it on the endorphins. Viktor had literally never done this before. He snapped a photo; he’d tucked his dick back into his sweatpants but you could still clearly see the outline of it, not soft yet. His shirt was hiked up to his ribs, his own come splattered on his stomach. There was nothing identifying about the photo; it truly could have been from anyone.
Viktor sent the photo.
(747): holy shit
(747): this is the hottest thing thats ever happened to me
*
Viktor had just got back from another session with Jayce that had accidentally run too long. Neither minded, not really, but Viktor had realised with a gasp that he was late to feed the cat.
He had opened the door to silence and darkness. Ideally, this would be a good sign but Viktor was a realist. He knew that Blitzcrank would not have allowed this oversight of Viktor’s to go unpunished.
When he flicked on the light switch, he sighed. There was bread all over his kitchen, many slices with bites taken out of it. Somehow, every slice of bread had been removed from the plastic packaging and inside said packaging was the orange hellcat, eyes wide as saucers.
Before he entered the battle zone, he snapped a picture. His hand could be seen in frame, pointing at the cat.
(903): Sent a picture.
(903): Criminal
(747): omfg
(747): i’m his lawyer he is innocent
(747): what is this angels name
(903): Blitzcrank, and the only reason he continues to survive is because the devil refuses to take him back.
Viktor chuckled, then poked at the wrapper with his cane carefully. As expected, Blitzcrank flung himself at Viktor, but skidded on the kitchen tiles.
“Tschk, you idiot, I have to clean this up now before I can feed you,” Viktor grumbled as he tried to tidy the mess. Blitzcrank, to his credit, did nothing to help but get in the way.
His phone buzzed, and instead of a text from Defender, he had a Messenger message from Jayce.
Jayce: hey i know you probably just got home but i just had a GREAT idea about where we could get the alloy needed
Jayce: do you want to come around mine? i’ll order in.
Viktor: Yes, send me your address. I’ll be there shortly.
Viktor: I like sushi.
Jayce’s apartment building was very large and modern. Viktor understood very suddenly that they were in different tax brackets. Though Jayce had given him the entry code, the concierge behind the lobby desk was shooting Viktor a sour look. This he was used to, though, and continued to the elevator.
When Jayce opened the door, he beamed. He had changed into home clothes, a sweatshirt and pants, hair a little mussed. Viktor imagined what it could be; leaning in for a kiss to greet him, fisting the front of his sweatshirt.
Instead, Jayce opened the door to let Viktor in. Viktor was intrigued to see Jayce’s apartment, wanted to see what else he could learn about the man.
There was a girl sitting at Jayce’s kitchen island.
Viktor froze in place. “Oh, um - hello?”
For a moment he felt mildly humiliated. Why? He was unsure. Sometimes he thought Jayce might reciprocate the flirting Viktor attempted, but just when Viktor thought they were getting somewhere, Jayce would blush, clamp up and change the subject.
He had not mentioned a girlfriend, but right now Viktor felt like an idiot for assuming that someone like Jayce was single.
“Oh! Sorry! I forgot to tell you that Cait was here,” Jayce ruffled Caitlyn’s dark blue hair. She swatted at him, annoyed. “She’s just here to steal my food before her date.”
Viktor felt like he had whiplash. Caitlyn. Yes, Jayce had mentioned her before, his best friend, pseudo-sister.
“Don’t worry, I made sure to save you some sushi,” she spoke through a mouthful and Jayce pulled an irritated face at her.
“You want some tea?” Jayce was already filling the kettle. His phone dinged, and he let the kettle overflow with his quickness to check it.
“Oooooooh,” Cait sing-songed, and Jayce shot her a betrayed look. “Is that-”
“No,” Jayce hissed, with a held tilt towards Viktor that even Viktor could tell meant shut the fuck up not in front of him. “It’s just my mom.”
“Huh,” Cait said nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t dropped a bomb and left an awkward silence. So there was someone. She popped one last sushi roll in her mouth and gracefully slid off the bar stool. “Anyway, toodaloo. Don’t want to keep Vi waiting.”
“She’s something else,” Jayce grumbled, settling a steaming mug in front of Viktor. He smiled softly, as if to say sisters, right? Viktor could not relate.
Viktor unpacked his notebooks as Jayce settled into the spot Caitlyn had vacated. “Let us get started, shall we?”