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You'd picked a poor time and place to be contemplating your life decisions. Friday nights at The Last Drop were absolute chaos. The bar was hazy with thick smoke and stunk of sweaty drunkards squished together in a crowd, all taking bets on some sort of card game happening a few tables away from you. You could hardly make out the tune of the loud, bass heavy music pounding through the space over the shouts and grunts of people losing their money.
Your head was resting in your hand as you idly swirled your cocktail around in your glass. You'd had a few drinks, but it wasn't near enough to silence your thoughts. It rarely was. You were, however, steadfast in your refusal to become another one of the Shimmer addicted skags of the Undercity. Admirable, considering the people you hung around with. You’d experienced enough loss in your life, thanks, you didn’t need to hallucinate your dead family back to life only to watch them die again.
Your booth was in the far corner of the bar, dark and damp. You’d heard the place was once far better maintained, but you hadn’t been around to see it in its heyday. It simply was what it was, now. You'd been there, slowly nursing a few drinks for hours, before the rowdy crowds had started to gather. You hadn't been assigned on any missions for quite some time, to the point you almost wondered if you even still had a job. You assumed you did, considering you were still alive. Not many that arrived at the end of their contract with Silco were still allowed to roam the planet, if any at all. It was still strange, however. A question left unanswered.
Day in and out you'd watch Silco's other goons band together and go out for the day, waiting, hoping for someone to come collect you. Threatening, dealing, blowing something up; it was the work you'd signed up for, yet here you sat, alone, drinking a rather harsh beverage you knew would leave you with one hell of a headache in the morning.
A fight broke out not far from you, between a big burly man with a mechanical leg and tattoos scribbled all across his unclothed upper body and a rather short and stout woman who looked to be something other than human. She had animalistic ears, and a flattened, almost cat-like nose. Her face was covered in piercings and one of her teeth stuck out of her mouth even with it closed. She began yelling at the bulky man, something about how he'd cheated and suddenly everyone's attention was on them. The crowd became, somehow, even more rhiled and you sighed, rolling your eyes. This was your queue to leave. You downed the last of your drink, wincing as you did so, and stood.
If Silco was going to doom you to sit by yourself and daydrink until it became night, then he may as well just kill you now and get it over with. You were simply going to figure out what had changed, what you'd done wrong.
Truthfully, Silco intimidated you. Well, Silco intimidated everyone, but he intimidated you specifically because of the way he threw you off of your game. It wasn't easy to be around him. You'd get nervous and lose your words, more often than not making a complete fool of yourself. The results you produced had made you worth it, however. You were always prompt and efficient, the perfect example of a self sufficient little mercenary, willing to do whatever was asked of you. Up until now, apparently.
It had been weeks since you'd even been in Silco's office. You hated to admit it, but you missed seeing him. You missed watching him slowly turn his chair to address you, blowing cigar smoke from his lips before briefing you on your mission. You missed returning from your duties, hours before anyone else would have, and hearing the, "Well done." Or "Back so soon?" Or the occasional, mind-dizzying, "Good girl." You missed when something far bigger than you had gone wrong, and an overworked, overstressed Silco had called you into his office to sit under his desk while he worked and-
No. No, no you were not going to dwell on that again.
There was nothing special between a familyless, ordinary outcast, and the ever omnipotent crime lord Silco. It was a simple transaction, really. Silco got to have a moment of clarity, and you were paid just a bit more than everyone else. That's all it was to Silco. You couldn't help the emotional turmoil the man had created inside of you. His power was attractive, he was a mystery you were absolutely chomping at the bit to solve, and oh, he was pretty, too. Always so pristine and deliberate in every little thing he did.
There wasn't enough booze in the world to get you to admit to yourself that you had feelings for him. Certainly not enough booze in a few neon colored drinks on a special buy 4 get 1 free promotion.
There was enough, however, to get you to go see what was up with your lack of work. You'd be damned if you'd let him shelf you until you inevitably went off the deep end.
The scuffle was only getting more chaotic and you pushed your way through the crowd, your soft 'excuse me’s' falling on deaf ears. You were almost to the other side of the room when you ran directly into another person. They towered over you and you looked up, squinting into the neon glow.
"Sevika!" You yelled over the crowd, "My apologies, I-"
The woman cut you off with a slap on your shoulder that just about knocked the air out of you.
"Y/N! Just the one I was looking for!"
Oh, she was far more hammered than you were. The amount of alcohol this woman could ingest would probably send you to an early grave. Her breath stank of some strong, imported swill she only drank on celebratory occasions. Something else important had happened without your inclusion, you idly thought.
You blinked up at her, waiting for her to explain.
"Silco wants to see ya."
Sevika patted your shoulder again, her focus already on something else.
"Hey, don't break the fucking furniture you dumbasses-" The tall, bulky woman began off towards the still heated fight behind you, splashing her drink onto you as she shoved past. Yay. You were not particularly fond of the other woman.
You sighed heavily and continued your trek through the crowd. Wasn't that just typical. You'd finally worked up the courage to go talk to the crimelord yourself and now you hear he wants to see you? Wonderful. Maybe he'd put you out of your misery and simply kill you.
~
A single set of doors stood between you and the bane of your existence. You glanced at yourself in a broken, jagged piece of glass that leaned up against a wall from a time long forgotten.
It was dimly lit and dusty in the hallway, and when you saw your reflection gazing back at you, you were nonplussed.
You wore a simple, black, long-sleeved button up shirt, dark grey plaid patterned pants, and boots that buckled midway up your calves. A gun and a knife hung on a belt, tied loosely around your waist. Nothing special. You wished you had looked a bit nicer, seeing as it'd been so long since you'd seen Silco in person, but alas.
You knocked on the door.
"Come in." Ah, his voice. This was not going to go well. "And lock the door behind you."
The office was darker than usual, and Silco's tall backed chair sat empty. Your alcohol muddled brain took a few seconds to register where the voice came from when Silco, the man of the hour, called your name.
"Good to see you."
You turned to your left and found him. Silco was sitting on his tufted couch, arms raised onto the back of it, his legs crossed. He regarded you simply, raising a glass of amber liquid to his lips. Even alone, relaxed in his lounge, he held such an air of authority. You swallowed with some difficulty.
"Sir." You lulled to your right a bit as you clasped your hands behind your back and turned to him, still buzzed.
"Come here, have a seat. You look as though you need to." Silco spoke slowly, and gestured to the space near himself with his leg.
You walked towards Silco, feeling your heart rate speed up. You hesitated a moment, considering, before plopping down onto your knees in front of him. Silco gazed down his nose at you, an unreadable expression spread over his features.
"I haven't seen you in a while, I apologize."
You remained silent, trying to convince yourself you had misread his tone as uncharacteristically sentimental.
The dynamic between you two felt different tonight. Tense. Maybe it was just the drinks you'd had before coming here. This man knew everything about you, since the day you were born and every single atrocity since, yet he still stared at you with something akin to curiosity.
“Things have been getting a bit.. messy, as of late.” Silco mused, uncrossing his legs. “The enforcer we had been confidently dealing with was, well, blown up.”
You sighed through your nose, furrowing your brows as he spoke. Silco nodded once, confirming your unasked question. Jinx. It was with this information you decided you knew why you were here. With Silco’s legs uncrossed, there was more space for you and you moved closer to him.
Your heart ached in your chest. When things were difficult, you wanted so desperately to be able to do more than just this for him, yet you knew it wasn’t your place. One misstep and this bit of closeness that you had could be taken away.
Despite this, there was still shitty liquor fogging your brain, and you didn't bother to stop yourself when you turned to the side and gave his knee a soft kiss. Sorry things are complicated. Silco hums.
He then finished his drink and cast aside his embellished glass. The demure man leaned forward, well into your space. You couldn't help but be taken aback. Silco wasn’t telling you what to do, he was simply getting closer to you, assessing you.
“That isn’t all, though.”
His face was inches from yours.
Your eyes dart quickly to his lips then back to his eyes, your hands trembling ever so slightly in your lap. He's so close you can almost taste the liquor on his lips. It's intoxicating, more so than anything you could drink at the bar.
Silco meets your stare, an intensity in his gaze you've never seen before. His undivided attention is entirely on you. Silco leans forward slowly, and your eyes flutter shut; so close.
You turn away, letting out a soft sigh. This wasn’t right. You couldn’t let this happen, all for him to discard you when he was done with you. You look at your shaking hands and a soft whine escapes your lips, betraying you.
"Please don't." You whisper, "If you want this to stay as nothing more than a.. a service." You swallow, a lump forming in your throat. Your sanity wouldn't be able to handle this with the way you knew you truly felt. If that meant the end then, well..
A beat passes and you feel cold fingers take hold of your chin. Silco turns your face towards him and you keep your eyes firmly shut, your heart hammering in your chest.
"And if I don't want that?" His voice is low, his breath ghosting over your lips as he speaks. You steel yourself for a moment and chance a look at him.
There's a glint of something in his good eye, and a rosy blush rises to your cheeks. His look is sincere, and if you didn't know better, you'd say it was almost pleading. His hand slides from your chin and comes to cup your cheek; you can't help but lean into it. You must be dreaming, you figure, so enjoy it while it lasts.
Silco takes your reaction to his touch as an answer and closes the distance between you. His lips are slightly rough but oh, the way he kisses you, with such vehemence and conviction, you know that this man could have whatever he wanted from you. Silco tastes like the vanilla and honey of a fine whiskey and a hint of cigar smoke.
You can't stop yourself, you moan desperately into his mouth and you swear you could hear his own in return. One of his hands that had come to be holding your face snakes around and Silco tangles his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him. He meets your gaze again.
Silco, overlord of the Undercity, of Zaun, the man that was feared by so many, silently asks for your permission to continue.
He had gotten what he wanted from you before, but this was different. You'd never felt used, exactly, yet it was simply a transaction. Business, almost. But this?
"Please," It comes out more broken than you had intended. "Don't stop."
That was all it took. Silco's lips close over your pulse point, kissing and nipping across your neck and below your ears. The hand not in your hair rests on your waist and he pulls you closer to him. You remained on the floor, between his legs, Silco's lithe frame leaning over you.
Silco was slowly taking you apart, his kisses turning into bites, sure to leave bruises. No matter what, Silco had always remained reserved and composed. Not this time, however, as you could feel him becoming desperate against you. He wanted you.
"Come here," Silco murmurs against your skin. "Now."
With his help, you wobble to your feet and you're hardly standing before Silco grabs your hips and pulls you onto him. You're straddling him now, watching him with heavily lidded eyes and a blush that spreads from your cheeks down to your chest. Silco leans back into his couch as his hands find your thighs and he begins kneading at them.
"You're beautiful like this."
The statement takes the air from your lungs and you look away from him again.
"Silco- Sir, I-" His hands are sliding to your upper thighs and your words are cut off by a strangled hum. You should be embarrassed by how very needy you are, how much you want him to touch you.
"Look at me, Y/N." Silco states simply; how you love the way he says your name. You comply.
Silco's angular face is softened by the flush across his cheekbones; his well kept hair is out of place. His breathing is slightly labored and there's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Silco's tie is loose around his neck and you wonder how many people he has allowed to see him this way. Whatever the answer may be, this moment certainly feels special.
Your eyes trail lower. You take note of the way his arms flex as his thumbs rub at the insides of your thighs. You watch as his chest rises and falls with every breath.
Silco is just as intent on you, his mismatched eyes never leaving your face as you look him over slowly, keenly. He's allowing you to see him; he is allowing himself to be almost vulnerable in your presence.
You can't help the slight, sharp inhale you take when you momentarily notice how tight his pants are. Your eyes dart away and you can feel the tips of your ears burning. Silco doesn't miss a thing and chuckles to himself at your reaction. One of his hands slides to your lower back as he sits up and pulls you closer to his chest. You're both breathing the same air as Silco takes one of your hands and gingerly moves it between his legs. You can feel his hard cock under the fabric of his slacks and you whine.
Silco's lips are warmer this time as he leans near your ear, his voice is husky as he speaks and it sends a shiver down your spine.
"I want," He begins. You hold your breath in anticipation. "To make you mine."
Silco moves his hands up your body, purposefully slowing as his fingers glide over your breasts. You hesitantly apply a bit of pressure to him with your hand and he hums in approval. Silco makes quick work of the buttons on your shirt and slides it down your shoulders. Goosebumps appear all over you as the cool air of his office hits your skin. You feel shy under his scrutiny, you're so.. exposed. Scars decorate your torso and upper arms. One did not get through life in the Undercity without seeing some rather nasty action.
Silco, on the other hand, carried his scars with poise. Almost regality. He was beautiful, you thought, even his dark and fierce eye was alluring to you. As his hands begin to explore the new territory presented to him, you reach out, a lapse in your better judgement, and run your delicate fingers over the marred half of his face, tracing the scars with a feather light touch. His eyes snap to yours as you do this, yet he does not stop his careful ministrations of your body.
For a moment, Silco was not a feared enigma, drowned and reborn again, and you were not the physical leftovers from a lifetime of trauma. You were simply both human. Two damaged and scarred people, sharing intimacy neither of you particularly thought you were capable of.
Your hands slide into Silco's dark hair, raking it away from his forehead as you tilt your head innocently and smile at him. Your heart may just burst from the way Silco is looking at you.
"Make me yours, then."
~
Silco’s quarters are about what you would expect them to be. The only light comes from a window that spans an entire wall, mirroring his office. His bed is large, with deep green sheets and a matching green tufted duvet with dark goldish accents. Luxurious in the most unassuming way. The room was a bit dusty, as though he didn't come here often. You idly wondered how much time the man ever got to sleep.
You’d failed to notice any other pertinent details about the room as you were carried in, undressed, and tossed onto the bed. Silco had carried you here with such ease, it honestly surprised you.
You now watched him, from your nest of plush pillows, his pillows, as he slowly unbuttoned his vest. Words were hardly spoken, you didn’t know what to say. He was mesmerising as he walked closer to you, discarding his boots and vest on a nearby chair.
Once Silco reached the bed, he was on you in an instant, kissing and biting your neck once more, his hands groping your exposed flesh. It felt like he wanted to devour you. Truthfully, you’d let him.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He says quietly, leaving kisses down your chest, his mouth travelling lower and lower. “With everything that has been happening, I couldn’t go another day without having you for myself.”
Silco audibly sighs between your legs and you can feel his breath against you. You watch him, disbelief in your eyes, as his tongue licks gently at your clit. Yes, you think, if there was ever such a thing as heaven, it was Silco’s beautiful face between your legs. He begins to get greedier as he pushes his tongue inside of you and you can feel him chuckle at the moan it elicits.
“Does that feel good, darling?” Silco murmurs, staring up at you, his lips shiny with your wetness.
You can barely form words, your entire body trembling under his touch. You open your mouth, as if to say something, then quickly close it. Silco notices this and sucks a hickey into your inner thigh.
“Use your words for me. Tell me what you want.” He speaks, genuine, his voice lower.
You inhale sharply and toss an arm over your face.
“I want you.” You whisper, a sheer layer of sweat on your body, your chest rising and falling with each heavy breath you take. You try to ground yourself. “I want to feel you inside me.”
There’s something primal about the way Silco groans at your words, like he’s been waiting to hear it. Maybe he has. Silco moves up closer to you and kisses you deeply. You can taste yourself on his tongue.
Silco is still partly dressed, and through your dazed and needy fog, you begin to unbutton his undershirt. He scrambles to unfasten his pants and shove them down, his cock hard and aching for you.
You swallow, you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. While you’ve shared moments of desire with Silco before, he’s never properly fucked you. He would simply use your mouth and that would be the end of it. You silently hope you can take him.
As if able to follow your train of thought, Silco catches your gaze and runs a hand down the side of your face.
“Are you ready?” He asks, patience in his voice. His hand is on his dick, lined up and ever so slightly pressing against your entrance. You nod once, determination and anticipation in your eyes.
“Say it, darling.”
You sigh and relax as much as your body will allow.
“I’m ready.”
Silco sheathes himself into you in one thrust, the both of you groaning into each other. You arch into him, your hands coming up to grip his hair. He allows a couple seconds of adjustment to the feeling before he pulls out of you, almost all of the way, then thrusts back into your aching pussy.
He’s perfect, of course he is. Your entire body is on fire, and any small hold you had on your inhibitions vacates your body. You moan loudly, nails raking down his back. More, you think, you want more of him.
“Please,” You babble as Silco fucks you. He picks up the pace, slamming into you and nearly making you scream. “Please, please, please-” Silco’s lips are on your mouth now, your teeth knocking together. Everything about this is so unkempt and messy. Entirely unlike the Silco everyone else knows. You love it. All you can do is hold onto him as he shoves his cock deep inside you.
“Mine.” Silco growls and continues to kiss you, almost as rough as he’s fucking you. Your breathing quickens and he knows you’re close. Without a word, Silco’s hand is between your legs, rubbing your clit, entirely overwhelming you. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, Silco’s name a mantra on your lips as you clench around him.
Silco groans into the space between your shoulder and neck as he cums inside of you. You feel so hot and full and cared for. He lays on top of you for a moment, your labored breathing in sync with his own. He gazes up at you as he pulls out of you and presses a fleeting kiss to your lips. Silco moves to clean you both up. You’re so incredibly fucked out, you can barely move.
When you are cleaned up to Silco’s standards, he does something you would’ve never expected. The crimelord himself climbs into bed with you and holds you close to his bare chest. You can hear his heartbeat and you both slowly come down from your high together. Silco’s hand is rubbing your back and you’re still not entirely convinced this is real.
You turn to look at him, and you find him quietly watching you, a soft look in his pale green eye. He looks almost innocent. Just a man with a heavy past. You reach up to touch his face again and he allows it, never breaking eye contact.
Silco is the first to speak.
“I knew I felt for you,” He begins, sounding as though he’s admitting to his deepest secret. Perhaps he is. “You are like no one else. I couldn’t see you get hurt, or.. worse.”
Ah. You laugh slightly at this, realizing why you had been on virtual house arrest for the last god knows how long. All this time you had thought he was just thinking of a creative and fun way to make you disappear forever.
“I cannot show weakness in my position. You would become the target.” Silco continues, now staring at the ceiling as he traces mindless shapes onto your naked back. “You will remain here with me.”
This earns Silco a heavy sigh. You decide to speak some of your truth as well.
“Being part of something bigger than myself has kept me going for so long. If you take that away from me, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself. Working is all I know.”
Silco hums. He understands. If he’s not fighting for the future he desires, what else is there? Well, there’s you, now. But that in of itself creates problems.
“Then you will simply have to accompany me.” He states simply. “You are more than your past, you know. Years of hurt doesn’t define you. What does, is what you choose to do with it.”
You turn your head and press a kiss over Silco’s beating heart. Here, now, there is nothing else. No chaos, no Piltover, no worries about what the next day will bring. You realize this is the first time you’ve felt true peace in a very long time. Silco tightens his grip on you and you think that, perhaps, he feels the same.
“We’ll manage.” He finishes, petting your hair.
“I..” You slide upwards on the bed, your face centimeters from his own. Your eyes dart between his soft green eye, and the dark one, nothing but kindness in your expression. “I-” You begin again, and inhale sharply. “Love you.”
Too much, you think. It was too much, you crossed the line. But you’d known for so long. You’d do anything to help Silco succeed; to make him happy. You believed in and trusted him like no one else.
A quiet laugh escapes his lips, and you freeze. Silco leans up and kisses your forehead.
“And I love you, Y/N. You mean everything.”
You’re blushing again and you kiss his scars before settling down on his chest. Your arm is across Silco and his arms are wrapped firmly around you.
Tomorrow will bring much to deal with, but for now, with the distant sounds of the bar beneath you still thumping loudly, you doze off. The last thing you hear before peacefully falling asleep is the sound of Silco’s smooth, velvety voice, laced with a sleepiness of his own.
“My girl.”