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- This was their Hextech dream, Jayce and Viktor had been happiest floating in the air among their creation where everything felt right, when the future felt possible. It was just the two of them.
- Now everything had shattered all around them, everything that lead up to this moment. Viktor's disease was killing him, politics had gotten in the way, Jayce had left Viktor to fend for himself and now there was no other choice. The Hexcore was calling him, something Viktor had done had made them intrinsically connected. Jayce didn't know what but he could feel it. He acted on instinct. Jayce grabbed the core and like a magnet it shot towards Viktor's injured body. It told him what to do. It reached deep into his desires and found a place that held affection for his lab partner, a longing to heal him, save him, to make sure he was okay. That was all he could see now, all he could feel. And more than that, a part of him that felt something far deeper for Viktor. A feeling that melded with their bond and their dream. Emotions that Jayce felt for Viktor he had not yet acknowledged. And with this pull, this desperation, he listened.
- People admired Viktor, he represented an outcast from the undercity who rose through the ranks and found success in a place so unreachable for most. Not only that, his vision was noble, he wanted to help people and heal those who were sick and hurt. His legacy was a humble one, but his followers were true. And when Jayce reached out to find those who would come, he found help was not too far away. Jayce followed the Hexcore's instructions. It told him in order to save Viktor a ritual must be performed, and such a ritual required Viktor's admirers who had male reproductive organs. The Hexcore said their lifeforce served as a vital ingredient, but there was a yearning in its words. Jayce did as he was told and soon Viktor's bed was surrounded by his supporters. Hungry faces, expressions of pain, affection, admiration. These people were here to serve a purpose, but they all shared a desire to heal and help Viktor just as he had shown his desire to help them. For many, this was the first time they had been in such close proximity to their idol, and it wasn't long before their excitement started to show between their legs.
- With Jayce at the lead, Viktor's followers gathered around his bed where he lay in a state of injured disrepair held in suspension by the Hexcore. They began to remove their undergarments and position themselves to optimize their trajectory. They were going to fill his basin with their seed, amplified by the Hexcore's power.
- Working off of one another, each member of the group began to paw and stroke at themselves, some helping one another. A chorus of moans and heavy breathing began, and acted as a wave of non verbal chant that ebbed and flowed in the room, their heated bodies and scent filled the air with an intoxicating aroma and soon each member of the group reached completion. One by one Jayce and Viktor's followers unloaded themselves onto Viktor, a mixture of desire and affection ushering them on. The atmosphere, combined with the Hexcore's affect, lead each of them to continue their load. Rehardening and releasing until the injured man's body was encased in the substance, a pool which coated him entirely until only his face showed.
- All the while the Hexcore glowed and hummed, its own pattern of rituals and bursts melding with the efforts of Jayce and Viktor's admirers. Then gradually, each member of the group steadied their breathing and relaxed their bodies, carefully coming down from the high. They cleaned and redressed themselves, spent and exhausted but with a hope in their heart that Viktor would be okay. They filed out of the room and Jayce thanked them again for their assistance, wishing them well on their way home.
- Then Jayce was left alone in the lab, with Viktor gently submerged in the magically enhanced substance which was rapidly hardening. It looked smooth to the touch and shimmered slightly in the light, a subtle iridescent colour on the surface. The Hexcore hummed calmly and rotated slowly in place. Jayce was totally drained, he hoped he had done the right thing and his friend was going to be okay. He found a place to sit near Viktor and sleep took him.
- He wasn't sure how long it had been, hours, days, he couldn't say. All of a sudden he woke to Viktor's whisper of "Jayce...?". He sounded weak and confused, but he sounded alive. "You're alive!" Jayce gasped, shocked and alert. Part of him knew the Hexcore could do it, but he still could hardly believe Viktor was safe.
- Viktor emerged out of the encasement, his body fully integrated with the Hexcore's material. White tendrils stuck to him as he stepped out, attached to his body like veins. They broke away as Viktor approached Jayce. Any clothing Viktor was wearing before the incident had also melded away, his purple hued body on full display as he faced him.
- "You must be cold" Jayce suggested, as he took one look over Viktor's body then turned to grab a midnight blue velour blanket nearby.
- Viktor stood in place, still processing and coming to terms with his new body and environment. "Cold" he repeated, studying the word in his mind for a moment. "No, I don't think so." Jayce returned and carefully wrapped the fabric around Viktor's bare shoulders. "I sense a... charge", Viktor looked into Jayce's eyes at the word, "a potential. A recursive impulse. Unpleasant... but... cold isn't its name." He turned away, his expression darkening as uncertainty creeped in.
- Viktor glanced at his former bed, now positioned upright horizontally, and began to process what happened. He paused, then continued "The Hexcore...", he began, and Jayce jumped in to finish the thought. "Viktor it saved you!" But Viktor didn't feel saved. He felt... weak, and weary. Not knowing what transpired between then and now, and distrusting. Jayce stammered. "Somehow it... it adapted to your injuries. Changing and evolving." Jayce's voice raised aghast and exhilarated, "It's as if it was... connected to you."
- Viktor looked down at his hand. The flesh was now a deep purple colour, solid yet pliable, as he unclenched his fist and flexed his fingers. In the folds between his muscle structure a substance glowed ultraviolet purple and pulsed underneath his skin. His new body was decorated at points with gold hardware, likely formed from his braces through a combination of the Hexcore's magic and the explosion.
- Jayce had made a couple strides away from Viktor as he spoke briefly on his scientific analysis of how the Hexcore had healed his friend, then returned to face him. "I did my best using the notes from your leg, recorded everything", he explained breathlessly "there are still so many questions but... you're alive." His gaze met Viktor's "Thank goodness you're okay.". Viktor replied in disbelief "I was supposed to die." He paused, and Jayce exhaled. "You promised to destroy the Hexcore. It killed Sky, Jayce. She had such dreams." Viktor's expression dissolved into lifeless reservation, recalling the traumatic expulsion of his assistant and the betrayal of his lab partner.
- Jayce's expression dropped to meet his "We were wrong. I was wrong." he attempted to explain "I'm going to resign from the council. My place was always in the lab, with you." Viktor couldn't accept that. "That's not enough! You promised me. This never should have happened. We had a dream." Viktor made his way over to a table where his notes lay, and placed his fingers on the cover of the book that contained their research. Jayce approached him carefully from behind, joining him by his side. "I understand now. And I never should have lied to you, to have made the decisions I did and left you behind." He tried to meet Viktor's gaze, "I'm so sorry for what I did. For... everything." Viktor paused. "There's something you're not telling me." he turned to Jayce "How did the Hexcore heal me?"
- Jayce explained what happened when the explosion hit. How the Hexcore drew to him and told him how to complete the ritual. "So many people came to help you, your admirers and followers, the people inspired by you." Viktor was appalled. "And you just let them do that to me?" he looked disgusted. "It was the only way to save you!" Jace responded. Viktor recoiled. He felt dirty and hollow. "Please, I would have done anything." Jayce felt weak and strained but he tried to speak gently. "This must really scare you." Viktor wasn't sure how to respond, the gears were turning in his head. Of course this terrified him, it was shocking that his friend and his community would take advantage of him in such a way, and trust the Hexcore not to entirely devour him alive. Viktor had taken it upon himself to use the Hexcore to heal his leg but doing so took carving runes into his flesh. He knew what the Hexcore was capable of, but couldn't believe what Jayce had done.
- "Why now?", he began, "What emboldened you to suddenly take such a risk for me, to throw away all the decisions you had made up until this point?" he asked. "Because I care about you!" Jayce responded. "I finally realized that all the decisions up until now were because of you! I never should have left you, never should have been so blind." he explained. "We did have a dream. And we were so close. Then everything came crashing down around us and I was going to have no choice but to loose you! When the Hexcore called to me and told me what to do, I knew it was to save you."
-Viktor was shaking now, emotions flooding into him. It was clear Jayce was feeling the same. Jayce continued "I didn't want to loose you." and wrapped his arms around Viktor in an embrace. Viktor was shocked and overwhelmed so he stood there and allowed himself to be held while he processed his thoughts and feelings. After a moment, he spoke quietly "I didn't want to loose you either." Jayce broke away and looked at him. "I just want you to be okay." he exhaled. Viktor didn't feel okay. His body felt wrong and new and so much was flooding to him at once. He needed to sit down. Jayce carefully pulled up a chair for both of them. "Please sit and rest. I'll make us some tea." Jayce gave Viktor some space and began to start the kettle.
- As Jayce prepared their beverages Viktor mulled over what had transpired. The destroyed building, Jayce's explanation, his new body. It was going to take some time to feel right again. All the while something pulsed through him, an electric charge that encouraged him to act. For now it lay dormant while his body recovered, but it was something he felt eager to explore. After a few moments, Jayce returned with their tea and handed Viktor his mug. The warmth felt nice and familiar in his hands.
- They sat there together in silence, sipping at the hot drinks. A lot had gone on between them, and Jayce had some processing to do as well. As shocking a whirlwind of events it had been, it was nice to sit quietly next to Viktor again. He felt so relieved that his friend was alive and that the ritual worked. And he could feel something electric in the air between them as they sat together in the room. Viktor had mentioned feeling a certain charge in his new body, and Jayce felt like he could sense it too. Plus, he had his own feelings to sort out. Something within himself was brewing as well, a feeling that he had felt long before the events of the explosion. Having almost lost Viktor and now being alone in the room with him again, that sensation was starting to make its way back up to the surface.
- Soon they had both finished their tea and set their mugs down on the table near them. Jayce stepped closer to Viktor, and Viktor turned to face him. It was nice just being in each other's company again. "How are you feeling now?" Jayce asked Viktor. "Still uneasy, but a little better. This new body will take some getting used to." Jayce wanted to be accommodating, and to treat his friend gently after all he had been through "Of course" he replied with a nod. Being in this close proximity to one another, Viktor could feel the charge rise inside him. It felt like liquid electricity flowing through his veins which converged at a certain point near his abdomen. The urge to act pulled him slightly closer to Jayce.
"There's almost like this restlessness I have. It compels me to 𝘥𝘰 something, but I'm not quite sure what it is." he told Jayce. "I think I get what you mean." Jayce replied. Ever since your followers left I felt this sort of energy inside me, the Hexcore must have affected me from the ritual as well in some way." "That would make sense." Viktor concluded. "Especially given the circumstances." Imagery of his admires gathered around his bed completing the ritual with Jayce as their guide flashed in his head. "It seems to concentrate itself," he began, reaching his hands near Jayce's torso and resting his hands near his hips. "around here." Jayce hummed in reciprocation. As Viktor's palms made contact with Jayce's body the feeling bubbling inside them increased significantly, and they were drawn closer to one another.
Jayce noticed that Viktor was starting to get excited between his legs. He gently drew his hand and placed it on Viktor's navel. "Here?" he asked. "A little lower" Viktor encouraged.
Slowly and carefully Jayce slid his hand lower, towards the source of Viktor's charge. He kept an eye on Viktor's expression to judge his reaction as he went. Viktor showed no sign of hesitation so he continued until he met the hardening flesh. "Here?" he whispered gently. "Yes." Viktor quietly breathed out.
At this point Viktor had slid his hands around Jayce's waist, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. He leaned in close to him and spoke into the crook of his neck. "Please touch me" he gently requested, with a hint of desire. Jayce complied and positioned his grip around his friend. He began to stroke, feeling out the new ridges and sensations the Hexcore created. His fingers slid along the base and his thumb swiped Viktor's slit as he began with a steady rhythm.
As Jayce touched him, Viktor buried his face in the crook of his neck and tightened his arms around him, his breathing increasing. Jayce gradually picked up the pace, using Viktor's precum to slick up the skin. "Is this okay?" He asked. "Yes." Viktor breathed into Jayce's skin. "A little faster." And as Jayce did so Viktor let out a little moan, the pleasure increasing. Jayce hummed in response, his own excitement thrumming in his chest at hearing Viktor's voice.
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