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"No." 

"Why?" Washford gave him an blank stare. "Please, Washy. I want a kiss." 

"I can not stand your breath."

"It's just olives." Drysdale received another blank stare. "Please. Just one?" 

"No." Washford says, and Drysdale pouts. Washford sighs, walking to Drysdale and kissing his forehead. 

"Washy." Drysdale whined and Washford kisses his cheek. 

"There." 

"You know what I meant." 

"Do I? You wanted kisses. I even gave you two." 

"But I wanted more! My lips miss you." 

"As do mine." 

"Then how about a kiss?" 

"No." 

"Come on..." Drysdale says and Washford takes his hand. 

"I can offer you worship." Washford says and Drysdale tries to hold back a smile but fails. 

"I suppose I could accept that instead." 

"Good. Get comfortable, my love. I will meet you there." 

If you were to ask Drysdale his favorite activities, he'd say three things; Working out, Acrobatics, and Washford. Specifically, Washford's worship. To other's, it was merely foreplay but it was so much more to both of them. Washford's lips traveling up and down the other's body, laying kisses of all kinds and whispering praise into his skin. Sure he hasn't gotten his kiss on the lips but the other has tripled it for every other inch of him. Perhaps as a way to repent. Worship combined everything Drysdale loved; attention, praise, being treated like a diety, Washford and sex. Truly the best of every world. Sometimes it didn't even go to sex. They'd just lay there all night, kissing each other, praising each other, and holding each other. What else could he possibly ask for?​

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The hextech gemstone was something they were trying hard to make, staying overnight and sleeping in the lab until it was ready. Attempt after attempt. They've gotten to the point where the crystal remained intact but was still providing... explosive when struck with a tool. Too dangerous for the public still. As they tried again, Jayce makes a strange noise. 

"Uh, V?" 

"Yes?" 

"Check this out." Jayce says and puts the new prototype in Viktor's palm, the other immediately feeling a small tingle. As he closes his hand around it, warming it, it starts to vibrate. 

"It's reacting to temperature and pressure." Viktor says and Jayce hums. 

"What do you think?"

"If it shakes, it might loosen from the casing, popping out in worse cases. Let's test it a bit more." Viktor says and Jayce puts his hand on the other's back before taking it. Ugh, again? Viktor blushes and looks down at the desk. Stop it, heart. STOP IT! Jayce was so annoying. Annoying in the sense that he's a little puppy that really likes physical contact. Viktor didn't really care for that kind of stuff... until Jayce started to touch his back a lot. A hand on his shoulder here, a hand on his lower back there. It was so frustrating. Even more so how much Viktor flared from his airheaded partner. Viktor gets up and walks to the couch. 

"Where are you going?"

"I'm taking a break. Keep working if you want." Viktor says and lays down. He didn't expect to be this tired. Exhaustion hit him like a train and he fell asleep before he realized it. 

He stirs awake in the middle of the night, sporting some morning- well, midnight wood. He let's out a annoyed sigh and gets up, grabbing his cane before starting to walk to the bathroom. If Jayce hadn't done that, this wouldn't have happened. Whatever. As he walks to the bathroom, he pauses, looking at the case of prototypes on the table. No. He shouldn't... 

It vibrated in his palm as he carries it to the bathroom, closing the door. He decided to not turn the light on, finding the glow of the stone to be good enough without drawing attention. Afterwards, he pushes down his pants, and underware to the floor. Jayce... it's always Jayce. He tried thinking of other people to touch himself to but couldn't find anyone else as comforting. He didn't have any other friends or confidants. He leans on the sink, biting his lip as he lubes himself up before pushing the crystal in. His hand clasps over his mouth as it began to vibrate harder and harder, Viktor's eyes rolling back. Oh Jayce...

An orgasm wasn't very far. Viktor leaning on the sink harder, stroking himself faster. He needed to hurry up before- "Viktor?" Jayce asks and suddenly the light in the bathroom turns on. Viktor winces at the light, Jayce's eyes widening. "O-oh. Um, I'm sorry to ask right now but our prototype is missing. Do you know where it is?" Jayce asks and Viktor turns red, looking away. "Should I report a theft-" 

"N-no!" Viktor says quickly and lets out a shaky breath. "I- I have it." 

"Is it in your pocket?" Oh Jayce. Stupid fucking Jayce. Viktor gave him a look that immediately made Jayce blush. "Oh...." The gears were turning in his head, Viktor could see it. So many questions. He couldn't really decide where to start so he blurted one out at random. "Is it good?" Viktor's face burns, legs closing which only made the vibrations worse as he tightens around the gem. His jaw tightens, trying not to moan so hard. It didn't work and Viktor couldn't take it anymore, his head rolling back as he came.

"J-Jaaycceee." Viktor moans and rides the orgasm with a whimper. The vibrations didn't stop, making him cum again within minutes. His legs give out and Jayce catches him, immediately feeling faint vibrations on the other's skin. 

"Let's get comfortable." Jayce says and picks the other up. He couldn't really wind down with this gem in his ass. By the time Jayce put him on the couch, left to grab a towel, and return, Viktor came again, gripping the cushions. He should probably take it out but it felt so good. Jayce didn't know if he should grab the gem or not. On the one hand, Viktor was cumming blanks at this point. On the other, how would putting his fingers in the other's ass to fish it out make it better? When Viktor started to wince, Jayce decided fuck it, he has to get it out. After squirting lube on his hand, he pushes his fingers in. Viktor's back arches off the couch and moans, looking down at Jayce's hand. Oh Jayce...

"Jayce!" Viktor moaned and pumps himself. He finally came one last time, Jayce finally pulling the gem out. It slowed to a stop as it cooled. Viktor stared at the ceiling, winding down while processing the past couple minutes. 

Jayce just stared at the gem, feeling a sudden urge to lick it.​

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"Drysdale... are you..." Plamora was surprised but not really. Drysdale had a theme with his Halloween costumes so it was a bit surprising to see him wearing THIS vampire costume. Silver curls, puffy sleeves, and a fake dagger on his hip.

"Yes, me and Washy bumped into Chance the other day. Decided to join him in his GnG game. He told me this handsome dashing rogue character from the Bigger Gates 4 book was just like me." Drysdale says, striking a pose.

"Yep... you sure are."

"So, I decided to be this charming vampire for the party."

"Have you bitten anyone with your fangs?"

"Hmm. I thought about it but Washy told me to limit physical contact while we're here to lessen the chances of us leaving."

"Fair enough. Though, can't say you're really a vampire then." Plamora shoots him a playful smirk as she says that, Drysdale thinking about it.

"You're right. One couldn't hurt. After all, I am a vampire." Drysdale says and walks up to Washford, who was dressed as a wizard.

"Hello, my love. What do you-" he was immediately cut off by Drysdale taking his arm and sinking his teeth into his bicep, shuddering as he felt the muscle tense under his tongue. When Drysdale pulls away, Washford just had a wide eyed look to him.

"Took some of your blood. Mwuahahaha." Drysdale says and walks away. Washford looks at the bite mark. It didn't break skin. He lets out a slight chuckle before turning back to what he was doing before. Oddly enough, Drysdale would keep doing this all day; coming up to him seemingly at random and biting him. The other's muscle was impenetrable and that, to Drysdale, was delicious. He couldn't resist.

By the end of the night, Washford was covered in marks. He'd go up to Drysdale and take his hand.

"Alright, my dear. MY turn."
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"Do I even ask?" Jayce gives a weak smile, unable to tilt his head with the cast around his neck. 

"Do you?" Jayce asks, voice weak. Caitlyn sighs. 

"Fine. I'll bite. What happened?" 

Viktor's back arched off the bed, a loud moan ripping from his throat as Jayce's tongue ran along his clit. 

"Jayce! Jayce!" Viktor moans and grabs the other's hair, Jayce looks up at the other. 

"Viktor." Jayce runs his hands up the other's sides, wrapping around his thin waist. "I want you to sit on my face." Viktor's face turns red as a flush spread from his cheeks down to his shoulders, giving a slight nod. Jayce laid on his back, Viktor getting ontop of him, his clit meeting Jayce's mouth again. Viktor bit his lip, rolling his hip on the other's tongue. 

"Oh, fuck, Jayce. So good." Jayce hums. It didn't take long for Viktor to ride the other's face to an orgasm, Viktor gripping his hair and moaning out. Jayce happily takes it, Viktor fucking Jayce's face. "Jayce! J-Jayce! Holy fuck!" Viktor moans and his legs give out, his weight dropping onto the other. It was sudden. It took a moment to register the small crack. Then, Jayce's hands on Viktor's thighs immediately went limp, making Viktor get off of the other. "Jayce?" He asks and Jayce just looks at him with wide eyes. 

"I... think I need to go to the ER." His voice was weak, lips wet. 

"And that's how it happened." Jayce said and Caitlyn just blinks. 

"Wow. I'm both suprised and not suprised at the sane time. Such a Jayce way to get hurt."

"How dare you?" Jayce asks playfully. "When you taste someone as good as that, it's worth it." 

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." 

"Watch out, one day it might happen to you or Vi." 

"We're not that foolish."

It was a few months later, Ekko walking into the hospital room, Vi giving him a thumbs up, not being able to tilt her head from the cast around her neck. Viktor and Catlyn covering thier flushed faces in the corner.

"It was worth it." Vi says and Jayce holds up his arm weakly, Vi giving him an equally weak fistbump. 

"Told you."​

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The forge was still and cool. Jayce was usually in here to make the parts to thier projects. Viktor didn't come in here much since there wasn't much for him here but he found particular interest in one thing tonight. He had taken Jayce's key and slipped into the forge. Nobody would notice anyway. 

He runs his hand across the tables as he walked to the cooled anvil, picking up his partner's trusty hammer. Jayce holds it a lot. If only Jayce touched him more than a hand on the back. Jayce was always simple minded and naive when it came to people. A genius inventor and mechanic but not very good at communication. Viktor wasn't that good at communicating either so perhaps they were made for eachother. At least, that's what he wanted. 

Viktor lays on the table and pushes the handle of his partner's hammer into his cunt, moaning out. Jayce's hand wrapped around it so perfectly, he could only imagine those fingers around his legs, around his waist. Gods he wanted Jayce to fuck him so bad. It wasn't fair. His hand tightened on the hammer and thrusts it in and out, biting his lip. He wouldn't lie, he's had fantasies about laying on this anvil. Dreamed about being the thing Jayce focused on. Instead of pounding metal, he'd be pounding Viktor instead. Viktor shuddered. Hasn't come true though. In Zaun, they encourage talking about your dreams but Sky told Viktor about something in Piltover called "Birthday Wish Rules". Saying your wish means it won't come true. Odd rule but Piltover was always unnecessarily difficult and way too focused on rules. Maybe that's why Viktor was drawn to Jayce. Someone willing to take risks, to break rules, to make progress. He tightens around the handle and rolls his hips into it, breath catching from his impending orgasm. He'd do anything for Jayce. He wanted him so bad. So so badly. His eyes roll back, a moan ripping from his throat. Jayce will probably use this hammer tomorrow as if nothing happened. Viktor would shudder looking at it, remembering this moment of fucking himself to Jayce, letting it reach the deepest parts of him cuz it's the closest thing he has to Jayce fucking him. Would Jayce notice? Will he find the handle wetter than usual? Would he do anything if he did? Maybe he would pretend he didn't. Maybe he'd ignore it and move on. Or... maybe he'd turn to Viktor, a smile widening on his face and say "ask me next time. I'll hammer you good." Viktor let's put a shaky breath, rubbing his clit with his fingers. Viktor would beg. He'd try to remain his snarky self but Jayce would break his pride in an instant, making him a whimpering mess, begging for more. Please, Jayce, please. Viktor gasps and cums on the table, pulling the hammer out and panting. 

He's so fucked.​

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"Don't you think this will end badly?" Plamora asks and Drysdale smirks. 

"Of course not. This is a perfect idea."

"What's the goal?" 

"To see how long he can last." 

"Why?" 

"Because he lost a bet." She sighs, shrugging. 

"Alright, if you say so. I'll have Ben-hwa send you something." 

Washford's face twisted a bit as it was strapped on but looked fine. 

"When does it come off." Washford asks and Drysdale snickers. 

"Tapping out already?" 

"Just curious." 

"Whenever I think it's time."

"I'm sure you'll rip me out of it in no time. You've always been the more sexually charged one." Washford says and Drysdale blushes. 

"Whatever. That's not even true." 

Washford would be reading when he was proven right. Drysdale walking up to him and fidgeting wjth his sleeve.

"Hey... Washy. I've been thinking..." 

"Let me guess, you want to have sex and you want to take the belt off." Drysdale's face turns red as he flushed with embarrassment. He stutters before turning away.

"N-no, and since you want to be like that, I'm not talking to you anymore." Drysdale says and walks off, Washford going back to reading. The more he doesn't think about it, the better off he'll be. He has experience with being restrained. The punishment was oddly enough effecting Drysdale more than Washford. As more and more time passed, the more wound and grumpy the man became, Washford's seemingly nonchalant attitude wasn't helping at all. It bothered him that Washford didn't seem to want him as much as Drysdale wanted him. He wanted worship- no, he NEEDED worship. He comes to Washford who was now reading another book and sighs. 

"Washy."

"Is it time?"

"I need worship." Drysdale says and Washford closes the book, looking at him. 

"Of course." He says and the two go to thier room, Washford kissing the other before laying him on the bed. They slowly undress and Drysdale comes face to face with the chastity belt he had placed on his husband. With a defeated breath, he clicks the buckles and it falls off, almost yelping as the other pounced like a wild animal. "Oh, my love. Finally. I couldn't take another moment of that thing with how miserable you were becoming. Let me please you."​

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Washford would put the new books on the table in his den before walking through the silent, empty house. Empty except for one room. Drysdale looks at him with hooded eyes, glancing at the phone he had propped up on the dresser. It's camera lens captured every part of the bed and recorded it. It recorded Washford approaching the bed, stripping himself of his clothes. It recorded him crawling onto the bed and kissing his husband's needy lips. Drysdale would turn them slightly everytime Washford unintentionally blocked the camera's view. He wanted to record everything. Every detail of tonight's events. The way Drysdale's throat bulged as Washford fucked his mouth. Every whimper Drysdale made, begging his husband to pump him full of his thick sticky warmth, fuck it down his throat before he swallowed. Oh, the fucked out look on Drysdale's face, eyes staring off into nothing. There wasn't a thought behind them. When Washford finally came, Drysdale tightened his throat. He wanted the camera to catch it, Washford filling his throat with cum before fucking it down, ordering him to swallow. The camera caught that too. Washford made a few thrusts afterwards before pulling out, thin trails of cum and spit bridged the two together. Drysdale would swallow and hum, starting to stroke himself. 

"Oh, Washy. Worship me. I want you in me." Drysdale pants and Washford kisses him before starting his usual foreplay routine. Kisses, praise, worship, fingering, and some slight oral. All culminating in having Drysdale as a melted mess all worked up and practically salivating at the thought of Washford in him. Drysdale made sure their pose was perfect. Perfect for the camera's view so it could see Washford's cock pushing in, spreading the other's ass open like always. The moment Washford's cock struck Drysdale's prostate, he moans, biting his lip. He wanted it to be perfect. So perfect. He'd be the star of the show. He'd cum so perfectly, so beautifully and the camera would catch it all. He just had to wait until the time was right. 

Yeah, that moment was a while ago. Turns out, it slipped his mind as his prayers for Washford were granted fiercely, making him cum over and over and over again, melting his brain. Washford's hips were ruthless, thrusting mercilessly into him, making Drysdale curl and cry out. His body jolts as he came again, his cock pumping pathetic little shots onto his heavily coated stomach. He was in heaven. His brain was mush. His hole was ruined- oh fuck it was ruined. Streatched and fucked hard and raw, cum bubbling at the rim as every new load Washford released was further fucked in. Washford just kissed him as softly as always, almost as if his cock wasn't pounding the other within an inch of his life. He would say he could see the pearly gates of heaven but it would be more realistic to say he saw the inside of a laundryroom. 

"Beautiful. So beautiful. My handsome diety. The way your body trembles with excitement only makes me want to do it more. Am I pleasing you? Am I serving you? Are you satisfied?" Washford asks and Drysdale moans, eyes rolling back. "Drydee, answer me. Is this good? Are you satisfied with my worship?" Washford holds the other's face in his hands and wipes the drool with his thumbs. 

"Yes. Yes! You're so-" Drysdale moans out and makes a choked breath. "You feel so good. Oh fuck! I can't- I can't stop c-cumming. It feels so good! Mmmmnnnnn, more. Don't stop serving your god. Fuck, give it to me. Fill your god with your thick heavenly seed. Fuck, I want it pouring out of me." Drysdale says but it didn't take long for the god to lose his divinity, becoming only a beggar to the new divine. He was crying when he came again, pathetic little beads being sprinkled out. Washford kisses him and holds him tightly, fucking him through it before slowing down. 

"You're running dry. Do you want to stop now? Take a break?" 

"N-no! Please, I can take it. I can take it! Please, my god, Washford. Don't stop. Please, please, PLEASE don't stop. Fu-uuck, I can tAKE it." Drysdale voice was breaking, body trembling, his eyes sting with tears but he didn't really notice since his eyes were rolled back into his skull. He didn't know why but he just kept begging, saying "please" nonstop until Washford kisses him. 

"Okay okay, my dear. I won't stop. I'll happily serve you as long as you need." Washford says and Drysdale's back arches off the bed. He didn't care what the camera was catching anymore. It probably died from an empty battery by now. A shame really. He wanted to do an after cam of his juicy ruined ass. He probably won't even be able to move tomorrow because of how insatiable he is tonight. He thought it would be good for the camera if he ate one of thier special chocolates but he couldn't tell if it was ruining everything or making it better. He wanted a sex tape but he didn't even know if it was recording right now and he didn't care anymore. It was as if something in him had broke and the only thing that could fix him was the unrelenting, merciless pounding he was getting from his husband's massive cock. His prostate was beyond ruined, as was his entire hole really but fuck was he still riding the high of cumming again and again and again until he fired blanks. He didn't know when exactly it happened. Perhaps it was the ceiling light mixed with the absolute mess his brain was in right now but Washford looked like a god above him with a heavenly glow. Every thrust was a blessing, a deep bang of ecstancy so good it sets his veins on fire. Washford was a god, he had to be. Drysdale had no other thought process. 

"Drydee? Are you still in there?" Washford asks and Drysdale blinks. He makes a noise that somewhat remotely sounded like an acknowledgement to what the other said. Washford understood it anyway. "Alright, my heart. Just checking in case you needed anything." Washford's brows furrow when the other tears up again, feeling overwhelmed by raging emotions from all sides. Possessiveness, eagerness, soreness, happiness, ecstacy, desperation. Before he could even ask, Drysdale starts panting. 

"All I want is your divine dick to destroy me. My temple of wonders, my glorious marvelous, destroy it all. Bless it all. Please. I want your holy cock to pound me within an inch of my life. You living god, bless me. Bless me with your cum, all of it. Please. I beseech you, my god. My Washford." Washford seemed satisfied with this. Drysdale sure lost his divinity quiet quickly.  "Please, please! I beg you! More! More!" Drysdale moans out, Washford kissing him before chuckling. 

"My insatiable Drysdale, so hungry. Who am I to have let you starve like this? Surely not the god you deserve. Say it. Say you deserve better." 

"Oh, Washy, I deserve better. I need better." 

"You need more."

"Please! I need more! I need more!" 

"To be fed. To be filled." Drysdale's eyes rolled back as he let out the sluttiest noise he ever made. "Tell me, my love. Tell me what you need from your god."

"Fuck me. Fuck me! I need your divine cock. I need you to fuck me so badly! Please. I'll do anything." Drysdale begs and Washford hums. 

"Did you eat the last chocolate in the bedside table?"

"Mhm." 

"And you won't let me pull out so I may take one?" Washford asks and Drysdale immediately grips him tightly.

"Mh! Mhm!" 

"Very well, I can handle this. Hold onto me. Your god will serve you." 

Drysdale really didn't think this through. If he had, he wouldn't be crying out at the top of his lungs, scratching Washford's back as the other completely devours him. He couldn't really think at all to be honest. Every once in a while, he'll turn his head and see the phone still propped up on the dresser but not really able to think about it too much before cumming aggressively. Even with the chocolate, he was cumming faster than his body can make it.

"Ngh, how about now? Still hungry, my insatiable lover. Is this what you deserve?" Washford asks, his breaths heavy and low. Drysdale doesn't respond coherently, only letting out whimpers, sobs, and moans. "Say it. Say what you want. What you need." 

"Please, I-I can't take it." Despite Drysdale's words, his body clearly spoke differently, clutching Washford hard, his insides practically swallowing him with how it trembled and spasmed. 

"Yes, you can, my love. Just take it. Feed yourself." Drysdale shudders and he bites his lip, his body relaxing, allowing Washford even deeped. "That's it, my ecstacy. Just like that. Let me clense you of this hunger. This desire. Simply let go. Let me in. Consume me." Drysdale's body tightens on Washford before slowly letting go, relaxing into the bed. "Good. That's it, my love. Regain your mind and tell me what you want. What you need." Ugh. Drysdale almost hated how much Washford checks in like this. Even when Drysdale hands his divinity to Washford so he could be the selfish God, Washford uses his divinity to please Drysdale first and himself second. It was infuriating. Almost. It was his choice to be a devoted and generous god, blessing his chosen like this. Or he just REALLY liked to hear Drysdale beg. Serving him was great but having Drysdale, the selfish god, beg for more might be his thing in these plays. When Drysdale had almost completely detached from the other, melting into the bed, Washford cups his face. "What do you want? What do you need?" 

"More." Drysdale says simply. His voice weaker than before, as if the chocolates were giving thier last hooray before fading away. Washford let's out a slight snort before kissing the otner, taking his thighs in his hands. 

"Your wish is my command."

Drysdale couldn't breath. He got what he wanted but holy fuck was his husband so generous. He was thrusting with his whole body now. All that muscle pistoning that fat cock into his ass over and over and over. It squished and squelched as his cum made slick pops with every thrust. Drysdale couldn't even moan when his next orgasm came, it getting caught in his throat. Even after all this time, he was still cumming pathetic little spurts. Probably because he hadn't gotten a break this whole time. Drysdale let's out a breath and relaxed into the bed again. He needs to just relax, let the other use him to get it out of his system then both will pass out. Of course, things didn't go according to plan. The pain, the pleasure. He couldn't stop his body from tensing up or jolting when he came. Washford could probably make him cum with a mere whisper. A tickle in Drysdale's ear as he would continue to fuck his ass raw. His breath a tease before his low tone says deeply, "Cum." An order which Drysdale would obey without hesitation or will. Oh his body would keep cumming until the other said stop, but he always had to choice not to. He could watch Drysdale's hips rut into the air forever, watching his sad weeping cock make pathetic little shots as it tried to fire everything it had left, which would be nothing at all. Drysdale winces as Washford takes his cock in his hand, stroking the tip with his thumb. 

"Your poor cock is having such a hard time keeping up. Want to give it a little break?" Washford asks and Drysdale moans as the other applied slight pressure. No! Drysdale wanted to cry, I can take it! But he couldn't deny how sad these shots looked. "Answer me, Drydee." Washford gives the other's cock a tighter squeeze before releasing it, Drysdale biting his lip.

"Please. I want to cum so good for you. I want you to see how gorgeous your husband looks when you make him fall apart." Drysdale says and Washford's jaw tightens. He let's out a deep shaky breath before pulling out of Drysdale, his cum immediately spilling out. Drysdale could feel it coming out of him, streaming down his cheeks before dripping onto the bed into a small puddle. 

"Oh, Drydee. I'll wait as long as you need. I'll try to contain myself until you're ready." He says and slowly strokes his cock, Drysdale shuddering. Oh the way precum spilled onto his stomach, it made Drysdale's mouth water. He was ready and excited but didn't know if his body felt the same way. "Anything you want me to do while we wait?" Washford asks and Drysdale points to the dresser. 

"Can you check to see if it's still recording? I was trying to record a sex tape." Drysdale says and Washford looks at the phone, walking to it. After picking it up, he smiles. 

"Oh, it's recording alright. It's over two hours long." Washford says and brings it over to Drysdale. He doesn't hand it over, just pointing it down and getting real close. "Gods, look at you." Washford says, moving the camera up and down Drysdale's body, making sure to catch every detail. How his chest was coated whth cum. How his ass leaked, all pooling onto the bed beneath him. "So beautiful. Perfect in every way." Washford says and Drysdale blushes. "What do you think? A few more for the recording?" 

Drysdale didn't know if he has moaning or sobbing. Overstimulated was an understatement. He wouldn't lie, he loved being on his knees but this time, he couldn't stand not being able to see Washford, not being able to wrap his arms around his neck. All he could do was moan and cry out into his pillow, the other fucking him with some new sense as now he was the one working for the camera. The new angle was deep and delicious, showing their connection up close. They already got the money shot of Drysdale's packed ass, why not show how it came to be? Washford leans over and takes the other's hands, stilling as he came again. 

"More?"

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Jayce grips his head, the arcane glutching and swirling in his body. He's been transporting through dimensions so much, he was starting to lose himself. All these timelines, all these hexcores, all these Viktors. Jayce sighs upon seeing another rather clean lab that Jayce and Viktor were working in. It was empty though, so he couldn't really ask for the location of thier hextech. Every timeline seemed to house it in different locations and Jayce needed it to trasport himself in the hopes of going back to his own timeline. He walks to the large desk and sees a note written in Viktor's natural slightly crooked and jagged cursive. 

'Hey, Jayce, I don't know if you'll see this as you've been busy with counselor work but I was hoping to see you tonight. Maybe congratulate you for your promotion personally. You know where my room is. -V' 

Jayce lets out a rough sigh. Is there ever a timeline where he doesn't diregard Viktor when becoming a counselor? He leans his hammer against the wall and takes the note, walking to Viktor's room. He doesn't enter, simply knocking on the door. 

"Viktor?" Jayce asks and immediately hears quick shuffling on the other side. 

"Oh shit!" He hears the other say and after a few minutes opens the door. Looking at the floor embarrassed. "Sorry for the wait. I just didn't think you'd actually-" he pauses when looking up at the taller discheveled man before him. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else. What could I do for you?" Jayce holds up the note, Viktor's face flushing with embarrassment, quickly snatching it from his hands. "That wasn't meant for you." 

"I know but I also know he won't come." Viktor's face fell, leaning his head on the frame. 

"Yeah... I know... I usually find these notes unmoved on the desk when I come in and throw them away." 

"I'm sorry." Jayce's voice broke slightly, eyes stinging with tears. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, V. I'm so fucking stupid in every timeline."

"What-"

"I didn't want to be a counselor and I paid less attention to you but I promise you that you are so beautiful and perfect and smart- oh my fucking god, Vik, you're so fucking smart and I'd be nothing without you. You are everything to me. I think to myself, maybe this time will be different. Maybe, just maybe, the me in this timeline will finally fucking understand but he doesn't and I'm so sorry." Jayce says and Viktor's eyes were blown wide. 

"Other... timelines?" Viktor says and cups Jayce's face with his hand. "Jayce?" Jayce takes his hand and kisses it. 

"Yes. It's hard to explain." 

"Why are you here?" 

"Define 'here'."

"Both here in this timeline and this hallway." 

"There was a malfunction in my own timeline, I've been using hextech developed in these alternated timelines in an attempt to get back. I... saw your note and... hoped I'd be good enough company to make you happy." Viktor thinks about it but smiles, grabbing the other's v​est. 

"You're a counselor?" 

"Yes."

"And you're Jayce?"

"Another version."

"And you love me?"

"All Jayces do eventually, they're just extremely stupid being manipulated into counselor and political bullshit. Ignoring your insecurities and not being there when you need me." Viktor pulls him into a kiss. 

"You're here now. That's worth something. Come in?" Jayce walks in and Viktor closes the door. 

"So, what were you planning for the personal congrats?" Viktor blushes and looks away.

"Oh... um... after thinking about it. I'm not sure you'd like it. When I was investigating your room after the initial explosion, I saw some... magazines under your bed and well..." He trails off. "You probably don't like that in your timeline." 

"Do it." Viktor's face turns bright red. 

"A-are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure in my life. Do it." Jayce says and Viktor motions for him to sit. 

"I'll... be right back then." Viktor says and walks to his room, closing the door. Jayce could only hear a bit of shuffling and then, slight muffled squeaking? When Viktor returns, he's in tight latex. Jayce's eyes stare at his waist which seemed even smaller than normal due to the tight clothes. Viktor waited for a sign, any sign to continue. Jayce happily gave it to him, nodding. Viktor walks over to him and carefully rests his cane against the couch. "I tried to get the same one as the photo. Do you... like it?" 

"You're gorgeous, Viktor." Jayce says and pulls the other down into a kiss, trailing kisses along his body. Smooth front. Another timeline where Viktor... Jayce stands and turns them around, sitting Viktor onto the couch before kneeling infront of him. 

"Hey, I'm supposed to please you."

"You need this. I need this." Jayce says and lays kisses along the other's leg. His brows furrowed, his face tightening as his lips didn't meet metal. 

"What's wrong?"

"You took off your braces?" 

"Oh... It was easier to put the outfit on without them."

"But it's harder on you to move without them." Viktor goes quiet. "You're perfect. Don't ever compromise yourself again." Jayce says and Viktor looks away. 

"I didn't know your preferences so I just wanted to look like the person in the photo." 

"Oh Vik." Jayce lays his head on the other's thigh. "They pale in comparison to you. You're beautiful. An inseparable piece of everything." Jayce says and stands, running his hands up the other's legs. His hands clung slightly to the latex so it was a squeaky way up. "Let me show you." Jayce says and lifts his legs, running his fingers across the other's pussy, earning a little sharp inhale from the other. "I've been in so many dimensions with so many versions of you. Some with dicks, some with clits just like yours and some with both. All of you are perfect." He pushes a bit with his fingers but it doesn't get far with the latex barrier. 

"Fuck a lot of Viktors, have you?" 

"And more. I do what I should've done a long time ago and fulfill your desires." Jayce says and leans down, running his tongue across the tight sealed lips, Viktor letting out a small whimper. It was too tight. "More?" Viktor nods and Jayce pinches two parts of the latex on the inner thigh, tearing it open enough to reveal the other's freed pussy. Jayce licks his fingers and pushes them into the other, Viktor leaning his head back. 

"Yes. Please." There was something about this Jayce Viktor liked. The way he touched him... 

Jayce usually touched like... well... a Piltie. Soft and delicate, his hand always there yet so soft it almost wasn't. This Jayce's hands were a bit calloused, fingers moving like more of a Zaunite. Confident, hard, and extremely stimulating. When Jayce was satisfied, he pulls his hand away and releases his dick, stroking it good. 

To Jayce's suprise, Viktor wasn't as tight as he expected. Of course, across timelines, some are tighter than other's. It was experienced... was that the word? Viktor notices the others face shift slightly and chuckles. 

"I have to do something when I find myself alone. I put a note out, wait a few hours, then fuck myself, throwing the note away in the morning. Repeate for... well, you know." Viktor says and Jayce begins to thrust into the other, Viktor opening his legs as much as he could, the latex suit tearing a bit more. Stitches pop as he's put in positions the suit wasn't supposed to be in.

It didn't last very long. 

Chapter Text

Drysdale loved his job and all the attention he gained while doing it. Making people scream for him everytime he did a trick on his favorite golden pole. 

After finishing the routine, another dancer is called out and Drysdale was given his break, taking a few seconds to walk around the bar. Everyone cheered for him, but it all blending into a sludge he couldn't find any meaning in. His brows furrow. Praise... wasn't having any effect anymore? Why did he feel nothing? He should bask, shine like the sun. Instead he felt so grey. What was wrong? What changed? He was fine yesterday. He sees Plamora enter the bar and forces a smile. 

"Hi, cherub! How are you doing?" 

"Fine. Feeling extreme burnout from work. Nothing like jumping from talking to hundreds of objects to thousands of people. No pressure." She says and Drysdale sighs. Burnout, huh? He's never felt that before. Then again he always had... well... "How are you holding up?" The question thankfully pulled him from that train of thought. 

"I've been doing okay."

"Okay?" Plamora eyes him. "Not 'glamorous' or 'marvelous' or even ' divine'?" He could feel her examining him. "Did something happen?" 

"No, no, I must've woken up wrong this morning. It will pass." 

It did not pass.

Drysdale woke up the next morning with overwhelming numbness. He just stared at the ceiling. This kind of reminds him how he felt after The Pale Betrayal. Laying on the floor doing nothing for hours, days, weeks, months, years. Staring at the ceiling in the hopes that one day it would just collapse on him. Of course, he wished no harm to Celia. What was the point of going to work? What was the point of anything? Those faces in the crowd were nothing. Thier cheers were nothing. He felt nothing. What was wrong with him? What's happening? He sits up and reaches for his phone. Plamora answered after a few rings, quieting someone down before speaking. 

"Hey, Drysdale. Feeling better?"

"No. I feel... numb. I can't explain it." 

"Oh... oh no."

"What?"

"There's been a few people like that right now. I lost contact with Jean, I recently went to visit Wash-" she pauses. "Nevermind." Something flared in Drysdale's chest. Washford. His name sent a thump in his chest. 

"H-how has he been these days?" They usually never talk about him and that's intentional. Drysdale thought he wanted to move on but... well... 

"Honestly? Not good. I finally found him in the middle of nowhere in a shack. Has no belongings except a journal, a mug, and a recliner. Depressed but like... a hundred times worse? He didn't seem against my presence but apperently Winnie told me he was against anyone else from seeing him." She says and Drysdale felt a chill run down his spine just by picturing Washford rotting in a recliner. "His journal had a lot about you. Some bad, mostly good. It's clear he misses you dearly." She continues and Drysdale felt the numbness receding, being replaced with incredible sadness. It was quiet for a moment before Drysdale began to cry. "Drysdale..." she trails off. 

Plamora had decided to pick up gambling. At least that was what Drysdale assumed was happening given she had asked him to play card games multiple times with stakes. Always a dare. Everytime. After winning a bit, she finally stands and smiles. 

"Go back to work, Drysdale. I'll fix this."

So, he did. The hollow feeling he had didn't fully go away when the crowd cheered. Maybe he was getting too old for this. His routine finished and he walked off stage, taking a break that didn't feel like much before walking around the bar once more. The crowds words didn't have any form. They melted into the background as he feels his mind fall in on himself. That was until one voice reached him. 

"Where has your passion gone?" Drysdale's eyes widened and he turns his head. In the crowd, he spotted the familiar blue. Washford. He looked more worn, facial hair more unruly. He looks as if he had given up on himself, just as Drysdale feared. His breath catches and suddenly the crowd goes quiet, stepping aside as Drysdale stepped forward. He didn't know what moved him but it caught them both off guard when Drysdale collapsed in Washford's arms, clutching him as if the other would dissapear if he let go. Washford's eyes were wide, face surprised and unsure. "Are you... okay?" The question immediately made the other cry, Washford finally wrapping his arms around the other tightly, almost instinctively. 

"Washy." Drysdale says between sobs. 

"Drysdale, what has happened?" Washford's brows furrowed. He's never seen him like this. He honestly didn't know what to do or how to feel. He told Plamora he'd expect an apology but this... was something else entirely. As everyone stared at them Washford looks down at the other. "We need to speak. Let us go somewhere private." Drysdale's fingers grip Washford's clothes harder, his body beginning to tremble. Okay... the other wasn't moving.  Washford eventually picks the other up and carries him to Drysdale's apartment, Plamora opening the door before leaving. They just laid in bed, Drysdale not letting go of the other until he fell asleep, which didn't take long considering how much he had been crying. Washford pulls from the other's grasp and looks down at his red face, wet from tears. 

The next morning, Drysdale had woken up and immediately sat up, seeing Washford laying next to him with a book in his hands. 

"Washy, I- you-" the book closed with a lound smack. Washford looking at the other. 

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about, Drysdale? I've... never seen you like that before." 

"Oh- I just thought I'd never see you again. Something that pained me to think about. I don't know what came over me, I just know I needed you. I-" Drysdale pauses, laying on the other's chest. "I need you." 

"We need to talk." 

When Drysdale walked on stage, his eyes scanned the crowd, spotting Washford in the VIP section, eyes watching him intently. Drysdale shoots him a large smile before grabbing the pole. The crowd had dissapeared. The only one who mattered was Washford. He had to give his lover a show. After circling the pole, he gets on the pole and begins a brand new routine. Spins, splits, and poses before sliding to the floor of the stage, leaning back on his knees. He's never felt so good on stage. Though, it could be better. As if on queue, Washford's hands run over his body, Drysdale standing and striking a pose. 

Of course, he loved his golden pole and he's had a wonderful time climbing it but he loved his Washford more and climbing him was everything.