Hello. Our names are Arch and Woods and we write random rarepair scenes together for funsies. Arch decided that, even though we do this as a stress release and for our own personal enjoyment, maybe some of y'all might enjoy it too. As such, we don't have a schedule and post when we feel like it or have content to post.
MOST OF OUR POSTS WILL HAVE NSFW OR MATURE CONTENT. Please be aware that this is an 18+ blog run by 18+ people writing about 18+ things. Everything relevant will be tagged above the cut.
What are we currently writing:
Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
What we have written and will probably write again:
Echo/Tech (Star Wars: Bad Batch)
Howzer/Droidbait (Star Wars: Bad Batch/The Clone Wars)
Vander/Silco "Zaundads" (Arcane)
Prompts and requests are absolutely welcome but not guaranteed. We write what we vibe with. It's also totally okay to be inspired or take headcanons from our stories/posts/incoherent ramblings. We would appreciate a little tag is all <3
Arch's main (He/They. 18+)
Woods' main (She/They. 18+)
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: Age Reversal, Sheriff Viktor, Saloon Girl Silco, Prostitution, Oral Sex, Teasing
That's the outfit Saloon Girl Silco wears when Sheriff Viktor finally fucks him
The corset and the stockings definitely stay on
Silco sitting on Viktor's beardy face, having his way
He would sit on that face like a throne
Viktor's wrists cuffed to the headboard with his own cuffs
"I don't believe I'm supposed to let you use those for this."
"I think we're a little past what you're supposed to do don't you think?"
Viktor's eyes are glittering with amusement but there's a heat underneath as Silco hovers over his face, looking down at him.
Viktor's only regret about the cuffs is that he can't wrap his hands around Silco's thighs and pull him down to his mouth closer and faster.
Silco enjoys the tease, of course. After trying to seduce Viktor for what feels like forever, he has Viktor right where he wants him and he's going to take full advantage.
Silco grips the headboard tight with one hand when Viktor's lips and tongue finally start to tease his hole and behind his balls. His other hand is entwined with one of Viktor's cuffed ones, squeezing it with every satisfying lick
His breath stutters just a little at the friction from Viktor's facial hair.
Not to mention that sharp nose and chin.
Silco can't hear over his own whining but Viktor is whispering sonnets into Silco's sensitive skin as he gorges himself on Silco's taste.
Silco rocking down against his face like he can't help himself, hand tightening its grip around the headboard. The nails of his other hand dig onto Viktor's skin.
The nails on Viktor's other hand are digging into his palm as he wishes so badly to touch Silco.
It's a heady feeling, both of them 100% aware that Silco could smother Viktor, if he chose to.
And Viktor would absolutely let him
kill for, die for; either way, bliss
Viktor being able to feel each twitch and throb of Silco's cock as it bounces with Silco's grinding motions.
When he feels Silco tighten up and get close, he doubles his efforts, straining his neck a little to get closer.
Silco starts cursing.
Viktor feels every ache from his wrists to his shoulders and his own neglected cock but he feels fueled by the reactions he's getting from Silco above him.
As Viktor spears his tongue in and out of Silco, he lets go of Viktor's hand to touch himself just enough to push him over.
When Silco shudders apart, he paints the headboard, the handcuffs, and Viktor's wrists with pearly ribbons of cum.
Silco sighs and lingers afterward, Viktor having switched to soft, languid licks over his sensitive areas and open kisses to the inside of his thighs.
Eventually, Silco retreats and reaches for the key, deciding to be merciful and let Viktor have the use of his hands back. And then Silco stretches out next to him, entirely satisfied
Viktor doesn't even care about getting himself off right now, hes old enough that he knows there's only one chance available to him any given night and turns toward Silco, rubbing his wrists a bit.
"I didn't expect you to tire so quickly," Viktor teases. "Don't you have a reputation to uphold?"
"Don't tempt me, lawman," Silco huffs, but there's a smirk curling his lips. He turns over to face Viktor and trails his fingers down Viktor's torso, stopping before he reaches his belt. "Perhaps I'm just relishing the chance to do what I want, when I want."
"Suppose I'm just lucky to be along for the ride then," Viktor hums with a smirk. He reaches over and pushes Silco's damp bangs back to see his bright blue eyes and sharp flushed cheeks a little better.
"I'm certainly enjoying the view."
Silco kisses him to shut him up because Viktor dishing out praise in that low, accented voice, is no fair
Silco gets a rush from tasting himself on Viktor's lips and tongue, and can't help the soft groan that bubbles up from his chest.
Viktor's hand finds Silco's lower back, crushing him closer. His fingers toy with the laces of the corset, contemplating loosening them
Silco is surprised at how quickly Viktor loosens the garment and smirks against his lips. "Done this before?"
"When was young and I tried to enjoy the company of women," Viktor explained, dragging his hand over Silco's waist and up the front of the corset, untying the busk. "I became quite good at it."
"Hmm. Lucky me; I won't have to educate you."
"Darlin'," Viktor purrs, a smirk on his face as he pulls apart the corset and tosses it to the floor, taking in all of Silco's skin that was just revealed, "you don't have to worry yourself about the thoroughness of my education."
Silco hikes his thigh over Viktor's hip and presses so close, letting himself feel the hard heat of Viktor's cock
Viktor wraps his arms around Silco, pulling him close and recapturing his lips as they move against each other. He's a little glad to still have his trousers on at this point, not sure he'd be able to last long between the deliberate movement of Silco's hips and the expertise of his kissing.
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: NON-CON, Forced Pet Play, Kidnapped Jayce, Established SilVik, You tell him Viktor
Viktor bringing Jayce to Silco as a sign of loyalty and Silco asks Viktor if he'd like to keep him as a pet
Jayce having a hood on for the entire conversation, but recognizing Viktor's voice, and he doesn't know if he's scared or aroused, or maybe it's both. He's also confused
Silco rips off the hood once Jayce is bound and on his knees.
"Welcome to my office, councilor"
Jayce looks around and sees Viktor reclining on the couch with a cigarette.
"Vik, what's happening?"
Viktor sighs and leans forward with a sharp, cold look in his eye.
"I always hated when you shortened my name."
Jayce lets out a groan when Silco pulls his hair and curses his dick already getting half hard. He looks up at Silco and he can feel tears stinging at his eyes.
"I-I don't know what you want. I--"
Silco slaps him across the face sharply.
"It's not what about what I want, boy," Silco replied. "It's what Viktor wants."
Jayce is so confused when the slap makes his dick twitch and strain against his slacks, fully hard now.
Silco glances down and scoffs "Pathetic."
Silco circles him once, deciding what to do next. Eventually he grabs Jayce's face, turning it to the side and examining it.
"Such a waste," Silco tuts. "You'd do well at Babette's."
Viktor scoffs. "He'd enjoy that too much."
Viktor leans forward and Jayce tries hard not to look at him, even with his face being barely a foot away.
"I think he's far more suited to being our little toy, hmm?" Viktor smirks.
"He'll need to be broken in," Silco points out.
Broken in, Jayce thinks, eyes going wide. Like a fucking dog?
Before he can even think of voicing that thought, Viktor beckons and orders sharply, "Come here."
"I'm a little tied up --"
Silco slaps him again for the back-talk. Almost knocks him over with the force that time.
But Jayce manages to keep on his knees.
"Come here," Viktor repeats. "Walk on your knees. I'm sure you know how."
Jayce grimaces but keeps quiet as he shuffles over to Viktor. He keeps his head down as he kneels at Viktor's feet.
"Ah, see?" Viktor smirks. "It can be taught."
Viktor reaches over and grabs a strap of leather off of the couch next to him. He brings it to Jayce's cheek and drags it across the stubbled skin.
"Now, a pet is deserving of a collar, don't you think?"
"I'm not a pet," Jayce whispers, looking away, even though a shiver ripples through him.
Viktor tuts.
"Oh, Jayce, down here, you're whatever I say you are."
"Why are you doing this?" Jayce bursts out, almost snapping at Viktor, causing him to back away. "Viktor, we were partners, we..."
Viktor holds up his hand to stop Silco, and stares at Jayce as he continues.
"If you wanted to do this to me, I-I would have let you. I just wanted to be with you."
Viktor's eyes soften in what Jayce mistakes as love, until it's overcome with pity and disgust.
"That's where we differ," Viktor explains. "I may have mistaken you for a partner, but that was before I knew what true partnership was."
Viktor reaches out for Silco, who leans close and kisses him with a deep, starving passion.
Jayce watches them kiss with fire in his belly and tears in his eyes, hoping that this was some sick dream he would wake up from.
Viktor sighs as Silco pulls away and leaves a soft kiss on Viktor's temple before he straightens up again.
"Now I see you for what you really are," Viktor turns his attention back to Jayce.
"A distracting, pathetic thing that used me and robbed me of my true goals and ambitions."
"But -- but our Hextech dream --?"
"Our?" Viktor arches a brow. "Our? Forgive me, but helping Piltover leave my home further and further behind was never my dream. I wanted Zaun to prosper, to thrive; to give my people a chance to rest and heal. And when the time came for you to help me.....you didn't."
"I tried to help you. I wanted to fix you--"
Somehow the slap stings harder and longer coming from Viktor's hand.
"How dare you," Viktor seethed.
Jayce can't stop the tears from spilling then. Viktor has never hit him before. Never like that.
"I don't--what do you want me to say, Vik--tor," Jayce tacks the end of his name on quickly.
"You can't fix me. I'm not broken. I never was," Viktor bites out. "But you Pilties.....all you ever see is my cane. All you hear is my accent. My cough. And you find me wanting."
Viktor gets up with an angry sound
"Instead of making space for me, you try to improve me."
(A/N: IT'S STAR WARS WEEK!!!! Woods and Arch met a few years ago in the Rebels/Kalluzeb fandom and started writing/collaborating with Bad Batch. We both fell in love with Arcane and Vilco and the rest is history however, we love to go play with our roots sometimes. Tag for this week will be #Star Wars AU Week.)
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: GFFA Universe, Republic Era, Mandalorian Silco, Jedi Viktor, Forbidden/Secret Relationship, Jinx Appearance, Jayce Appearance, We're inviting you all into our other sandbox so come play
Republic Era where Silco is a Mandalorian that follows the Creed and Viktor is a Jedi.
Open antagonism.
Illicit attraction.
Viktor having fantasies of seeing the face beneath the helmet.
Silco having fantasies of slamming Viktor up against a wall and ripping the saber out of Viktor's hand.
Silco using a vibroshiv to slice Viktor's robes open when Silco does eventually slam him against the wall.
Viktor making a jibe about thinking the Jedi were Silco's enemies.
And Silco purring through his helmet that perhaps he wants to see Viktor suffer.
Silco fucking Viktor up against the wall, still wearing all of his armour aside from his codpiece.
Viktor moaning at how deep Silco's breaths sound because of the helmet.
Viktor gasping that he wants to see his face, fingers reaching for the helmet automatically.
Silco grabbing his wrists, snarling, and pinning to them to the wall.
Bites out that an enemy will never see his face.
Silco craves to bite and lick and kiss Viktor's porcelain skin. A completely feral need going unquenched.
Eventually, he gives in, only lifting it enough to taste Viktor.
Viktor's throat, so Viktor's eyes never see his skin.
Viktor tries hard to feel what he can like the scratchiness of being unshaven for a couple days and how it's only half of his chin because the rest is scarred.
The scratchiness makes Viktor's cock throb and his eyes roll up.
Silco can't help but bite a little hard, for pain and to mark the Jedi as his.
Enemy or lover doesn't matter. Just that Viktor is his.
Viktor being covered in bruises from the rough contact with Silco's armour.
His whole body aches when Silco finishes with him
Jayce thinking something terrible happened, because of the bruises and the sliced-open clothes, and Viktor having to assure him that it wasn't anything he didn't want or deserve .
"They were well earned, I promise you"
Viktor would look so smug saying it too
Silco and Jinx being a clan of 2. Silco was the last of his line, before he took her in
Jinx asking Silco why he keeps messing with that Jedi. Why not just kill him and be done with it.
Silco's signet is a Dianoga.
Whoever in Silco's line had earned the signet had faced more than one.
Viktor running his fingers over Silco's signet like he's caressing skin, while looking at Silco through his long lashes.
Silco eventually moving past the "Jedi Are Enemies" thing, and pressing a ring with his signet on into Viktor's palm. And Viktor realizing this is the equivalent of a marriage.
That night is also the first time Silco has removed his helmet for anyone before.
Viktor thinking Silco's the most striking and handsome man he's ever seen. And also feeling shame for tempting Silco to break his creed.
Because he knows now that the helmet isn't supposed to come off in front of any living being.
Silco is embarrassed at first because he's never found himself attractive, especially not after his scarring.
Silco not quite looking at Viktor after he takes the helmet off.
But then gentle fingers are running over the jagged scars.
And it feels...strange. Not uncomfortable...but not quite pleasant
Viktor murmuring that Silco captivates him completely, but that he shouldn't have shown Viktor his face.
And Silco saying softly, "You wanted to see."
"I did. But I shouldn't have asked you to break a vow."
Silco swallowing tightly, reaching out to cup Viktor's face. Says "I can be redeemed in the living waters beneath the mines of Mandalore."
Viktor asks to come with him.
He knows he definitely can't go publicly, but he's able to stick to the shadows and nooks in the caverns.
Viktor feeling conflicted between his ever-deepening attachment to Silco and his position in the Jedi Order. Knows he can never wear Silco's signet in public, if he wishes to remain in the Order.
He wears the ring on a chain under his robes
Touches it when he feels alone or is about to go on a mission for the Order.
Viktor coming back from a mission to find Jinx in his quarters, building a weapon on the floor.
Jinx piping up "I wanted to see what sort of secret stash a Jedi might have, but this place is the most depressing room I've ever been in. So I made you a paint bomb, so something interesting will be in here for once."
Viktor pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You can't be here, Jinx."
"I'm a Mandalorian. I do what I want."
Jinx having to keep her hair shorter 'cause her jetpack burnt through her braids.
She eventually learns how to wrap them in her helmet.
Viktor telling Jinx she should go home.
"Dad gave you his signet. This is home."
Viktor feeling affectionate warmth in his chest while also blushing crimson. He didn't know Jinx knew about the signet...but he should have realised. Its her family too.
"I'm part of your clan now, of course. Now, I don't know if--"
"No, I'm not calling you dad."
Jinx making a comment about how Viktor can't be much of a Jedi, if he accepted the signet. Jedi aren't supposed to love.
Viktor frowning.
"That's not true. We are encouraged to love, but....on a grander scale. We're meant to forgoe personal attachments so that we may be more compassionate as a whole."
"So you don't love my Dad the way he loves you."
"Its...complicated."
"What's complicated about it. He'd destroy a city to save you. But you wouldn't do the same for him?"
"Avoiding a high death toll is one difference"
Viktor resting a hand over his hidden ring 'cause he can't help himself. The thought of such a death toll makes him queasy, but the thought of Silco being in such a high level of danger fills him with dread.
Jayce walking in to welcome Viktor home from his mission, only to find Viktor and some Mandalorian teenager sitting on the floor, while a bomb is very visibly sitting on the floor between them.
Jinx activating the paint bomb and launching herself out the window.
Moments later, Viktor, Jayce, and the entire room are covered in an explosion of colour.
Jayce is freaking out and Viktor just sighs.
"We have to alert the council!"
"No it's fine she's not dangerous."
"What? How can you be sure?"
"I know her."
"YOU KNOW HER???"
"She's...a friend. Sort of. The paint bomb was supposed to be a gift. If you had noticed my closed door and knocked like a normal person, we would not be in this predicament."
"Is she a spy? Did she tell you any information?"
"Jayce. Please clean yourself up. We'll discuss it later"
Viktor calling a droid to clean his room...but asks that the walls be left alone.
Viktor being grateful for sonic showers. Otherwise, he'd need like 4 of them to get all the paint off
Viktor receiving a worried comm from Silco later that night, the Mandalorian concerned that Jinx had put Viktor in a difficult position
"How did she even get in here undetected?"
"I have asked myself the same question for 10 years."
Mando Silco and Viktor travelling on the same commercial fight.
And Silco has to check in all his weapons.
A min later Viktor serenely uses a mind trick to avoid checking his lightsaber.
And Silco gives him an unimpressed look through his helmet.
Viktor smiles innocently back at him.
"Don't worry, Silco. I'll protect you on this hazardous flight" is what Viktor says to him on his way past.
Viktor slipping the signet ring onto his finger on the rare nights that Viktor has a chance to slip away, sneak past the sentries at the edge of the Mandalorian encampment, and slip into Silco's quarters.
So he's wearing it when Silco makes love to him.
Viktor wearing the ring for the first time as he kneels between Silco's thighs.
Silco purring "It looks good on you" before seizing a fistful of Viktor's hair and pulling him closer to his very hard, very exposed cock.
Silco relishing how Viktor's pale cheekbones burn scarlet from his words/actions
Viktor pressing an obedient kiss to the tip before parting his lips. Lashes fluttering as the head of Silco's cock slides over his tongue. Viktor letting out a pleased little noise as his mouth is soon filled
Silco taking his sweet time in fucking Viktor's mouth, watching Viktor's lips drag over his cock. Watching him drool. Watching him get hard from being used
C/W: Canonverse, Selkie Viktor, Slavery, Minor Child Jinx, Slow Burn
Silco obtaining Selkie Viktor's skin in a chembaron takeover like Finn. Viktor was treated well before, even though it was clear he wasn't getting his skin back, and is even more apprehensive about Silco
Viktor is a little snippy and cold at the beginning, hoping that if he's unlikeable, Silco won't force anything from him, even though Silco is being exceptionally kind
Maybe he's never been free (parents sold his skin for money when he was young) and is even a little scared to be
Silco finds Viktor cleaning his office one day and is like "you really don't have to do that."
"It's one of the tasks Master Finn had me do, so I assumed you would want things tidied up as well."
"Ah, well I'm afraid I'm a little particular in my organization system."
"I believe you'd have to have an organization system in order to be particular about it."
The corner of Silco's mouth twitches, as if he's resisting an urge to smile.
"Some people find inspiration amid chaos."
Viktor frowns a little but sets the papers in his hand back down on the desk. He eyes his skin hanging over the back of Silco's chair and feels the temptation to grab it, but also has no idea where he'd go. Viktor has seen the large monsters in the harbor. With his crippled tail, he'd be an easy meal for any one of them. At least with Silco, he knew where his next meal was coming from and he had a place to lay his head at night.
The call of the sea haunted Viktor though. When he was a child, his parents took him to the shore often but that was long ago. He barely remembered it now.
Viktor closes his eyes for a moment then turns back to Silco. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Silco notices when Viktor looked at the skin resting on his chair, notices him seem to disappear elsewhere for those few moments, and feels a pang of sympathy.
"Tell me," Silco says, answering his question as he arches his brow, "When was the last time you visited the shore?"
Viktor huffs a little, frustrated that he was so easy to read. "I…Not since my skin was sold."
"To Finn?"
"No…" Viktor looks away and distracts himself with straightening a stack of books. "Not since the first time it was sold."
"And that was?"
Viktor's lips thin at the poking and prodding, not wanting to share his distant and treasured past with his master.
"I was a child."
"I see." Silco runs a finger over one of his shelves, as if inspecting it for dust. "Well. It seems I am overdue an afternoon off. The car will take us to the docklands at eleven tomorrow. Don't be late."
Viktor frowns. "You don't need to endear yourself to me. It's not as if I will get far even if I do try to run."
He purposely makes his cane click against the hardwood floor as he walks out from behind the desk.
"But if you insist, I'll accompany you."
"Good." Silco wipes the imaginary dust from his fingers. "Jinx hasn't visited the shore before. I'm sure she'll benefit from having someone more knowledgeable around."
Viktor can see the man is nearly as stubborn as himself and supposes this isn't something he'll get out of even if he actually is a bit excited to see the shore
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Viktor asks, standing near the door.
"No." Silco settles himself at his desk and prepares a cigar, arching his brow. "Unless you wish to entertain guests. I have back to back meetings for the next four hours."
Viktor scoffs, his lip curling up a little at the idea.
"I'd much prefer to read in my room, if that's alright."
Silco waves him away, but Viktor notices the amusement on his scarred face
Viktor spends the hours away in his room, but finds his mind wandering a lot. He had been in Silco's care for a week and he had never had someone be so…accommodating. Not only had he provided Viktor with a new cane, but also a shower chair and an extra blanket. Most saw him as a liability and an inconvenience--his only worth being in the beauty of his skin and that it would dull if he took gravely ill or died. In any case, if he was to have a master, Silco was better than most.
The next afternoon, Viktor waited at the front door to The Last Drop, large basket in hand. He had the cook put together a simple lunch for the three of them, with Jinx's preferences in mind, of course.
Despite Silco's 'don't be late', Silco is the one who is late and he is entirely unamused as he ushers Jinx ahead of him.
Jinx is complaining loudly that Silco interrupted her experiments just as she was getting to the good part
Viktor nods at Silco but can't help but smile a bit at Jinx's enthusiasm for science. It reminds him of how he used to experiment himself.
"The book I'm bringing has several experiments we can do at the shore, if you like," he says when Jinx comes close.
"Do they go boom?"
"No, but not every experiment needs to go 'boom', as you say."
Silco lets out a sigh of relief when Jinx agrees to try Viktor's experiments.
"The car should be here shortly," Silco explained, pulling his jacket down to straighten it.
He looked over and noticed the basket Viktor was holding. "I didn't expect you to bring provisions."
"Well, you didn't seem to think to bring any," Viktor replied, pulling out his book and kneeling down so Jinx could see.
"Fresh sea air tends to make people hungry," Viktor adds, glancing up at Silco. "And I didn't want Jinx to have nothing to eat on her adventure."
Viktor doesn't learn that Silco brought his skin along until the three of them are disembarking at the shore, after having travelled the river by boat.
Viktor is shocked to his core when Silco holds the skin out and says, "Given your disability, these calm waves should be ideal for a swim."
Viktor's hand hovers above his skin, still not really believing he's being allowed to touch it after so long.
"I--I haven't swam in a very long time," Viktor admits.
Sympathy flashes across Silco's face for an instant and then it's gone, hidden behind an inscrutable mask.
"Swim or don't. The choice is yours. I don't care."
Silco presses the skin into his hand and relinquishes it, turning his attention to Jinx, who is already making a menace of herself, scarpering over large and sharp rocks with bare feet.
Viktor isn't even sure what to do with his skin at first--its been so long since he's held it. He feels the warm comfort of it and wants so badly to put it on but, part of him is still afraid it's some sort of elaborate trick.
After a moment, and making sure no one was watching, Viktor slips it over his shoulders, the skin shining and sparkling as it recognizes it's rightful owner.
Viktor feels the shift come over him immediately, and he drops his cane and takes a couple of stumbling steps into the water before the transformation reaches the membranous fins of his tail. The gentle waves wash over his scales like an old lover, soft and welcoming, and Viktor feels a surge of overwhelming joy
Viktor's "selkie" skin is more scaly, with glistening red and orange tones like an axolotl and tail is akin to a piximander.
Silco sneaks a glance at Viktor once Jinx is occupied with something at least moderately safe and has to swallow a gasp. He had heard tales of how beautiful Selkies were in their skin, but he never expected to be so awestruck by the shimmering red and orange scales and iridescent flocking of Viktor's natural coat. It was clear he had been born of two different types of Selkie but the combination was beautiful nonetheless.
Once he recovers from the sight of that iridescent beauty, Silco tracks the stiff and jerky movements of Viktor's membranous tail through the water, not quite propelling him through the waves, and wonders if his engineers could come up with something light and flexible enough to aid Viktor's swimming, but durable.
Viktor is careful to stay close to the shore, but times his dives with the waves so there is less strain on his tail--like his mother had shown him so many years ago.
When he gets out to a comfortable distance, Viktor looks back at Silco and Jinx on the shore. The girl's hand quickly shoots up and waves at him, and in response, Viktor dives and flips his tail towards her. When he breaks the surface again, he can still hear her laugh cascading over the water.
Viktor sees Silco rest a hand on Jinx's shoulder and Viktor finds himself wondering how a man like Silco ended up with a daughter so full of life and colour
Not used to this kind of physical activity, it didn't take long for Viktor to tire. After only a couple hours, he made his way back to the shore, letting his skin slide off once he reached the large rock he had placed his clothing and cane.
Viktor hesitates when it comes to returning his skin to Silco. Resentment wars with gratitude in his belly; he shouldn't have to feel grateful for getting to wear his own skin.
"You could keep it," Silco says slowly, expression blank. "But I guarantee it's safer with me."
Silco opens a small chest that Viktor hadn't noticed before and carefully folds the skin, then places it in the chest reverently. When he closes it, Viktor notices a lock, and watches as Silco ducks his head and pulls a key on a leather strap from around his neck. Silco locks the chest with the key, then turns to Viktor, opening his palm and offering the key.
"I have the other in my office," Silco explains. "If you require your skin for any reason, you simply need to ask."
Viktor is so taken aback, he doesn't know how to respond
All Viktor can manage to do is take the key and slip it over his head, then hide it under his clothes.
This becomes a weekly thing for them and Silco even lets Jinx join in the water sometimes.
Slowly, Viktor starts to warm up to Silco, especially after he's given his own workshop.
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: Canon Divergence, Murder, Enforcer Death, Body Disposal, Blood on your boyfriend's face is romantic
Silco is planning another revolt and Viktor has been helping him by spying but they're both scared they'll be caught
Silco being the one to sneak into Piltover for their last night together because he doesn't want to risk Viktor getting caught
He tries to claim it's also because he wanted to be in position in Piltover for when it all goes down, but really he wanted to see Viktor one last time just in case the worst happens
And perhaps Viktor is being watched, but Silco doesn't know because his other "mole" (Marcus) hasn't told him.
And maybe this is the first time Viktor sees Silco kill someone. Like, he always knew on some level, but Silco kept all of that as far from Viktor as possible, and now there's a dead enforcer in Viktor's apartment -- perhaps even one that Jayce had been friendly with -- and Viktor has now seen all that rage, and there's blood dripping from Silco's knife and all over his fingers, and Silco's breathing hard.
And maybe Silco keeps his back to Viktor because some part of him is afraid Viktor will spurn him now that he's truly seen all of him.
But instead inappropriate laughter just comes bubbling out of Viktor.
And when Silco turns to look at Viktor, Viktor lets out another bubble of laughter, but this one is wet.
Silco braces himself
But Viktor just says, maybe a little hysterically, "There's blood in the carpet. How am I supposed to get that out?"
And Silco softens like butter and reaches to cup his face with blood-stained fingers.
"I'll take care of it."
"What about you?" Viktor starts to focus as Silco's touch calms him but still tightens his grip on the front of Silco's vest.
"What about me," Silco returns, uncertain what prompted the question. It wasn't as though he hadn't disposed of bodies before. It was nothing new to him.
"How are you going to get that out of here without anyone noticing?" Viktor explained. "This isn't Zaun. People don't just end up dead in the streets. Especially enforcers."
Silco just smirks, slow and more than a little wicked.
"There are numerous means of disposing a body, Viktor. Today, I shall just have to be discrete."
And Silco pats Viktor on the cheek before slipping into Viktor's private chem lab (separate to Hextech) and perusing the labelled bottles of chemicals for what he needs.
Viktor stares when Silco returns and heaves the body over his shoulders in a careful fireman's carry.
"I wouldn't recommend coming into the bathroom," Silco warns. "It won't be pretty."
Viktor takes a seat while Silco is in the bathroom, but can't take his eyes off the stain starting to darken on his floor. Objectively, he knew what Silco did and what he was capable of, but to see it in person shook him more than he expected. He knew the revolution was never meant to be an entirely peaceful one and that there would be casualties, but he never planned to have an enforcer's throat slit in his living room.
However, he wasn't sure what he would have done without Silco here, knowing that the enforcer was about to uncover everything they had worked so hard for.
As Viktor is sitting there, he hears an ominous hissing and gurgling sound that makes his stomach turn.
A few minutes later, the smell hits him
Viktor has worked with the chemicals enough to know which ones he used but, he had never expected them to be used like that. He usually enjoyed the sweet or sometimes sour smell of the different substances in his lab. This odor was rancid and forbidden. He clenched his teeth and covered his nose and mouth, hoping to stifle the scent.
He isn't sure how long Silco is in the bathroom. By the time he comes out, Viktor is curled in his chair, knees to his chest, trying to calm his racing thoughts.
Silco sees him like that and feels a deep pang of regret before a surge of rage courses through him.
Viktor should never have had to deal with something like this.
Marcus would know his wrath
Silco gently approaches Viktor, kneeling down when he gets to the chair.
"I know what we're doing isn't easy," Silco says carefully, setting a hand softly on one of Viktor's knees. "But it will all be worth it in the end."
"If we succeed." Viktor looks at him then, honey eyes haunted by the spectre of what he'd witnessed. "What if we don't?"
The edges of Silco's mouth twitch. "That's not an option. We failed the first time because we didn't truly know what we were up against."
He moves his hand to find one of Viktor's and entwines their fingers. "You've been invaluable to everything we've been working towards--and even more so to me. Under us, Zaun will be free."
Viktor feels his heart flutter a staccato beat against his ribs at those words. He knows its the closest to an I love you that he'd get from Silco.
Viktor squeezes Silco's hand.
"Zaun will be free," Viktor repeats, voice soft like a prayer, but fervent
Silco strokes Viktor's hair back with his other hand and kisses the sharp corner of his cheek. "I won't allow anything to happen to you, but this incident isn't a good sign. They may know more than they thought."
Silco sighs and brushes his nose against Viktor's temple. "We have to move up our timeline."
Viktor nods, solemn.
"When?"
"It's better if you don't know, but this has to be the last time I can see you before the first strike," Silco explains.
"The last time," Viktor whispers, struck with the realisation that it could be the last time he'd see Silco -- not just until the attack on Piltover, but ever again.
Viktor turns towards Silco, his face already so close. "Will you stay then? Till morning?"
"Of course, my darling," Silco brings his hand down to Viktor's cheek and pulls him close, capturing his lips in a kiss that conveyed how he felt more than he could ever say.
After a few moments spent kissing, Silco murmurs a reminder that he needs to clean the floor and then he'll be free to spend the night with him.
"Let…let me help with that." Feeling more calm than he had earlier, Viktor nods to himself. "We're in this together, Silco."
As they cleaned, with every swipe of blood, Viktor was reminded of what Silco sacrificed and risked for him. In the back of his mind, he knew, but this was tangible proof of just how far Silco would go to protect him. It should have scared him, but instead he just felt a safe and secure heat deep in his chest.
After, when Viktor is washing the remnants of blood from Silco's fingers, Silco finds himself looking at Viktor -- at the smears of blood Silco had left on his face earlier -- and he is transfixed by how morbidly beautiful the sight is
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: Modern AU, Desperate Housewife Viktor, Infidelity, Background Jayvik, Probably Unethical Non-Monogamy
Viktor walking around the estate in only that first one
Silco as Jayce's broker who handles his funds and his husband while he's away on business
Pathetic meow meow Jayce knowing full well his husband is getting railed over his broker's desk and just going with it because Viktor's scary when he gets mad and Jayce is tired from all this politics nonsense
It started between Viktor and Silco as a badly kept secret but it took nearly a year for Jayce to figure it out.
When Jayce confronts him, Viktor uses the fact that it's taken him a year to point out how oblivious he is to Viktor's needs.
He's gonna keep fucking Silco while Jayce is gone and he will just have to deal with it or file for divorce.
(And Jayce definitely did not get a prenup and he would lose access to all of Viktor's patents and innovations that pay his bills.)
Viktor didn't even mean to have an affair with Silco. The older man was just a gentleman and funny, and noticed when Viktor was struggling with pent up feelings.
Silco listened and didn't just try to fix all his problems by throwing money at it.
And he always took a moment to ask "Do you want advice? Or just a willing ear?"
And then respected whatever answer Viktor gave him
Silco tried desperately not to fall for Viktor. Its his largest client's husband after all, but it was hard not to want someone so smart and beautiful and tragically ignored.
Someone that seemed to smile just for him
And really, the first kiss was an accident -- when Silco turned his head to ask Viktor something just as Viktor moved to kiss Silco's cheek in thanks for helping him locate the back of his earring
the second kiss was definitely not an accident
And once Silco tastes that forbidden fruit, he can't get enough.
His hands are everywhere on Viktor, hiking up the expensive lace to grip bruises into those flawless thighs
Viktor whimpering into his mouth because oh, he hasn't been kissed -- hasn't been touched -- like that in months
Once Silco has hold of both of Viktor's thighs, he hoists him up onto the dining room table. He's almost sorry for the mess they're leaving for the maids, but gods, all he cares about is Viktor's body spread beneath him.
It's hard to regret when Viktor clutches at him like he's what Viktor needed all along.
Viktor wraps his legs around Silco and pulls him close, the fabric of his gown pushed up nearly to his hips.
"Please," Viktor whines when he grinds against Silco and feels he's hard beneath the fabric of his trousers.
Silco can feel just how wet and wanting Viktor is and can't help but slide deep into him with the first thrust.
Viktor gasps, the air pushed out of him by the feeling of Silco's cock practically impaling him. He claws at Silco's hair and bites at his neck, desperate for more of this feeling.
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: Mobster Silco, Lounge Singer Viktor, Interrupted SA, Chronic Pain Talk, Viktor wears a dresssss
Mobster Silco 40's AU where Viktor is a newly hired lounge singer in the club he owns.
Viktor always sits when he's on stage and he's always already in place when the curtain comes up. He also waits till the curtain comes down before he leaves the stage. Silco has no idea that Viktor is crippled until he decides to wait backstage one night to congratulate him.
Viktor is terrified he's about to be fired when he comes face to face with Silco while he's leaning on his cane and Silco just gives him a smirk. "Ah, I understand now."
Silco leaning in just a little and purring, "You don't need to look so terrified. I don't bite....much."
Viktor shivers a bit at Silco's low tone. "I trust you enjoyed the show, Mr. Silco." The sequins of his dress rattle and catch what light makes its way backstage as he shifts his hips.
"Hm, I did." And Silco's gaze drops, watching shadows teasing over long legs; the same legs he'd been admiring while Viktor was on stage. "There was a great deal to enjoy."
"Care to accompany me to my dressing room?" Viktor hums, moving past him, then looking back. "That was my last song of the night."
Silco draws in a measured breath, watches him, considers it. But he has things he needs to do that can't wait.
"Perhaps another time."
And Silco takes another long, lingering look at what he enjoyed about Viktor that night before sauntering off and leaving a big tip for Viktor with his trusted barman.
Viktor looks a bit disappointed but nods. He can feel Silco's eyes on him as he walks away and once he reaches the door to his dressing room, he's finally able to catch his breath. While Silco is a much more handsome owner than he was used to dealing with, he had hoped he wouldn't have to "prove his worth" after being found out.
Viktor thinking Silco had changed his mind when he hears a knock on the door, but when the door opens, it's the barman and he has a full clip of cash in his hand.
"A tip for an excellent performance," the barman says, holding it out to him
There's a note with it saying "I look forward to tomorrow night's performance. -S"
Viktor flushing as he reads it. He is certain Silco isn't referring to his singing.
The next night comes and Viktor can feel the heat radiating from Silco's gaze while he's performing. He wore a dress with a particularly high slit, almost to his hip, and he hears the low gasp from the crowd when he crosses his legs.
On the same night, Jayce is in the audience, growing infatuated with Viktor.
And when Viktor returns to his dressing room, a man he doesn't recognize is in there (because he bribed his way past, because he's an entitled SOB that thinks he should be able to go where he wants)
And Viktor draws up, asking "who the fuck are you?"
Even as the dude steps closer like "Shit, you're even more gorgeous up close."
And then someone knocks on the door, and Viktor knows it must be Silco.
But the stranger calls out "He's busy!"
And Viktor quickly blurts "No, I'm not! Come in!"
And the stranger looks affronted.
Silco bursts in, and immediately orders his men to grab Jayce and escort him out. After Jayce is belligerently dragged out, Silco sits Viktor down and closes the door. Once Jayce is out of earshot, he turns to Viktor.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm...fine." Viktor let's out a laugh that's a little nervous. "I've never had two handsome men call on me before."
Silco sighs. "I'm afraid I have to take care of this. Find out where our breech is. I can't have you in danger." He walks over and grabs Viktor's hand. "I'm so sorry I allowed this to happen."
Viktor feels something in him flutter at the touch of Silco's hand. He hadn't expected a hand so....rough. Like the hand of a labourer. His mind jumps to the thought of those hands on his hips, his inner thighs, his nipples.
Viktor clears his throat. Swallows. "You didn't allow it. You stopped it."
"I'm sure nothing would have happened." Viktor turns to look at his vanity, starts to unpin his earrings. "Just impulsive, I'm sure."
"I won't take that risk," Silco walks up behind Viktor and looks at him in the mirror. "It's important to me to know my investments are safe and taken care of." He pulls a couple pins and Viktor's hair falls down around his neck. "And I find you to be a particularly precious one."
Viktor's breath stuttering as Silco rests his hands on his shoulders, thumb grazing just beneath the edge of his dress.
He glances up at Silco in the mirror.
"Do your investments tend to be short-term or.....long-term?"
"I find the short term to be far more trouble than it's worth," Silco places a soft kiss to the top of Viktor's head before he steps away, walking to the door. "You should get some rest. You had quite an ordeal."
The next night, Viktor finds a pink camellia waiting on his vanity.
But Silco isn't in the audience that night.
He's out personally making sure that the men that let Jayce backstage get what they deserve. He also leaves a message for Jayce, letting him know that he isn't welcome at the club anymore, in case that wasn't clear.
The next time Viktor sees Silco, the man's knuckles are bruised af, with scabbing cracks across the surface.
And Viktor feels a jolt in his belly, because he knows what that means.
That night, he rubs a pain relieving ointment into Silco's hands. "A medicine shop in my old neighborhood makes it," he says when Silco is surprised at the effect. "Recipe from the old country."
"How fortunate," Silco murmurs, "that you have such things on hand, then."
Viktor looks away, a little embarrassed.
"I use it myself. That's why I have it."
Silco is quiet for a moment as Viktor puts the tin away. "Can I provide you with anything that would help?"
Viktor looks up, surprised. No one has ever asked if they could make things easier for him. "I get along fine for now. Some days are harder than others."
"Can you tell when a difficult day is coming? Or does it come without warning?"
"Sometimes not till I wake up." Viktor shifts in his chair and unconsciously rubs his hip. "Bad weather makes it worse. That's really the only warning I get."
"It hasn't affected my ability to perform yet," Viktor grabs a brush and starts to rake it through his hair. "I can usually make it through as long as I rest during the day."
Silco is quiet for a moment and then says, "I will have my man collect you and bring you home on such days. You needn't worry about making your own way."
Viktor flushes. "You don't have to do that. I only live a couple stops away."
"A couple of stops is too many when you're in pain." Silco moves closer. "Besides, you wouldn't have to wait for my gifts then."
Viktor's eyes grow wide. "Gifts?"
"A beautiful man deserves to be seduced." Silco hums, tilting his head just a little, thoughtful. "Did you not receive my camellia?"
Viktor definitely cannot hide the flush that travels down his chest. "Yes, I did." Viktor turns back to face Silco. "I haven't had a chance to thank you."
"No thanks needed," Silco murmurs, watching the flush disappear below Viktor's neckline, transfixed. "It was just something to express my appreciation"
Viktor stands up, reaches forward and pinches Silco's lapel between his fingers. "I think I'd like to express my appreciation," Viktor looked up at Silco through his lashes. "For keeping me safe."
Silco smirks. "And what you want, you get, is it?"
"It seems to turn out that way." Viktor uses his other hand to loosen Silco's tie. "So will you let me...thank you?"
Silco soothes a hand over Viktor's hip, not grabbing, but teasing.
"How could I deny you?"
At that, Viktor tugs on the tie, pulling Silco down into a kiss. He finds himself moaning softly into the lips he's been waiting to taste for nearly a week.
Silco is less gentle, once he feels those lips, once he hears that moan
Viktor gasps as he feels Silco's arms wrap around him, one reaching up to unzip the satin dress he had on that night.
The satin starts to slip as soon as the zip comes down, and Viktor shivers, feeling it slide over his skin.
Silco pulls away for a moment, letting Viktor slip out of the dress, leaving him in just stockings, garters, and white panties that were starting to bulge.
"Stunning," Silco remarks, taking Viktor's hand and sitting down, then leading him to climb onto his lap. He reaches for Viktor's neck as soon as he is settled and brings their lips back together, sighing from the pleasant weight on his thighs.
Viktor feels deliciously indecent like this, mostly undressed while Silco is fully dressed.
Silco pulls Viktor over so he's straddling one of his thighs, savoring the moans that he pulls from the singer. He kisses and drags his teeth against Viktor's neck and collarbone, careful not to leave marks as Viktor grinds against him.
"Does that feel good?" Silco whispers, breathy. "Going to ruin those pretty panties on me?"
Viktor moans a yes as he digs his nails into Silco's shoulders, savoring the friction of the thin fabric between his skin and Silco's trousers. He was sure he had soaked through them by now but he was sure Silco didn't care, and maybe even enjoyed it.
"Ah, I... I'm--"
"Go on then, darling," Silco purrs, kissing Viktor's jaw. "Use that beautiful voice"
Silco and Viktor as vampires in the universe of Anne Rice.
With Silco being super ancient -- turned by someone he thought would never hurt him.
And Viktor being like a baby vamp in comparison, turned during Jayce's mid-eternal-life crisis and then dropped because Jayce couldn't read his mind anymore.
And Silco is constantly amused by how hungry Viktor is
The two of them meeting because Viktor was caught out at dawn with nowhere to hide from the sun after Jayce abandoned him.
Silco responding to his desperate terror by running across the city to get him.
Silco is so ancient that the sun doesn't kill him, but he still burns.
And Viktor is burning, and close to dying, when Silco tackles him at breakneck speed and sends them both hurtling into the nearest shadow.
And Viktor's trying not to scream in agony as Silco uses his coat to bat at the flames as he tells the young one that he's safe now. That he'll have a place to hide with him.
Once the flames are out, Silco runs them both back to his coffin hidden away in his home.
And when they're tucked away in his coffin, Silco cuts open his own wrist so that the young one can feed and heal.
Silco hasn't had someone feed on him for centuries, so the sudden pull is immense and so much like sex that it takes his breath away.
Meanwhile, Viktor is a moaning mess despite the pain racking his body, fingers digging hard into Silco's arm as it wraps around him and holds him close. And he's swallowing mouthful after mouthful, almost delirious from the power carried in Silco's blood
Viktor getting glimpses of Silco's long life -- of him as a young man bedding his first love, of him as a vampire dancing and seducing his way into skirts and trousers, and of him turning his first (and last) fledgling and seeing her lose her mind.
Before Silco wrenches his wrist away, barking "Enough!" because seeing Jinx in his mind again was torture.
Both of them looking tanned from the exposure to the sun the next night, after hours of healing through their sleep.
Silco forking out for a beautiful coffin for Viktor, lush and comfortable, but Viktor still climbs into Silco's coffin every night. His sleep doesn't feel safe without his face tucked against Silco's chest.
You know Silco wears silk pyjamas in his coffin. To soften the hard marble of his ancient body
Silco introducing Viktor to high society though
Silco watching Viktor feed by biting the pussy of some hapless noble
Silco being turned on 'cause Viktor glances at him while he does that
Silco would absolutely fuck him after that. Kiss the taste of his meal out of his mouth.
Silco not needing to feed nearly as often as Viktor does. He contents himself with a Little Drink most nights.
Some nights he takes that little drink from Viktor, sighing in appreciation as Viktor arches his neck obediantly, hands firm as stone where Silco cradles him.
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: BDSM "Little" dynamics, Daddy Silco, Little Viktor, Jayce Confrontation, Minor Sevika, Gustave Mention, It's a little long but yall deserved some bangin'
In the morning, Silco wakes to Viktor resting on his chest, chin resting on his folded arms as he watches Silco, brown eyes soft and full of wonder.
Silco sighs sleepily but smiles softly as he reaches up to stroke Viktor's hair. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than I have in months."
"Are you hungry?" Silco asks. "I can have something brought up. Whatever you like."
***
Jayce coming to look for Viktor, because Jayce is impulsive and quick to anger and territorial, and handles rejection poorly. (Even though he's the reason the relationship ended in the first place)
Thinking about Silco being about to fuck his sweet boy, when Sevika knocks on the door harshly, saying The Man Of Progress is downstairs, looking for the boy.
Viktor being startled, and confused.
And Silco being angry.
Thinking about Silco retreating from Viktor, chest panging when Viktor tries to hold onto him. About Silco tucking himself away and zipping his slacks back up. Him straightening his clothes and pushing his loose hair back.
Viktor whispering "Papa, don't. He has a temper."
Because Viktor has seen Jayce's temper more than a few times. Never directed at him, of course, but still.
He doesn't want Jayce to hurt His Papa.
Silco manages a soft smile at Viktor despite his anger. "Don't worry, sweet boy. I'll make sure he never bothers us again."
His face slides into a cold mask as soon as he turns his back and heads for the door.
Instructs Viktor not to come downstairs, no matter what he hears. Because he needs Viktor safe, away from the topsider
Silco has Sevika and Gustave and the enforcers Jayce brought with him were two newer cadets who don't know about Jayce's bullshit yet so now they're staring down the most famous pit fighters in the lanes and they are pissing themselves.
Jayce being stupid enough to think the letter from Viktor was written under duress.
Silco pouring himself a drink from the bar like he doesn't give a shit that this topsider and the enforcers are even there.
"What can I do for you, gentlemen?" Silco's voice is almost friendly, but not quite.
"You took Viktor," Jayce says hotly. "I want him back. Hand him over and no one has to get hurt. Or arrested."
"From what I understand," Silco replies coolly, "Viktor is a free man who left on his own accord. If he wanted to be with you, he would be."
"The Viktor I know wouldn't just leave." Jayce gives Silco a once over. His hand tightens around his Talis hammer. "Not for someone like you. Not willingly."
Silco raises a brow at Jayce and he notices Sevika start to tighten her fists. "It seems you don't know him very well, then."
Silco takes a sip from his drink and leans against the bar casually, as if he wasn't prepared to spring into action at the merest hint of movement from the topsiders who'd dared to step into his bar.
"And you do," Jayce snaps, the edge of laughter in his voice.
"I know what he likes to call me," Silco answers, lip curling around a challenging smirk. "When he's in my bed."
Jayce roars as he swings his hammer overhand and Sevika catches it with her mechanical hand before it hits Silco. The mechanics strain but she overpowers him and shoves the hammer away.
Jayce looks back to call the enforcers, but they're scared stiff as Gustave stares at them.
"I don't think that was a good idea, pretty boy," Sevika growls.
Jayce's brain is still just angry sirens because Viktor is his.
Silco sighs. "I think it's best for you and your..." He looks over at the cowering enforcers, "friends and leave."
Jayce is about to respond when he realises the enforcers are already heading for the door.
Jayce growls "I'll be back" before he turns and follows the enforcers.
Silco huffs once Jayce slams the door behind him. If he does come back, they would be ready.
Silco slams his glass back down on the counter and marches back up the stairs.
Viktor is at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a soft sheet from the bed Silco had left him on. His expression is....uncertain. Anxious.
Little.
Silco reaches him and winds his arms around Viktor, letting his sweet boy cling to him.
"He's gone," Silco assures Viktor, stroking the boy's soft hair quickly becoming his favorite activity. "He didn't hurt me, and he'll never hurt you again."
"But he wanted to," Viktor whispers into his neck. "I heard ---"
"Unfortunately, there are always people that will want to do me harm," Silco explained. "Sevika and Gustave help protect me and they'll protect you as well. No one will get near you unless you want, my dear"
He cups the back of Viktor's neck and tugs him back just enough to look at his beautiful face.
"Would you like to continue what we were doing before we were interrupted so rudely, or would you prefer to just rest?"
Viktor flushes and curls his fingers against Silco's chest. "I think I would like to continue," He looks up at Silco through his lashes and bites his bottom lip.
Silco smirks and tugs him into a kiss, deep and possessive after the encounter with the topsider, and he walks Viktor backwards, pinning him against the open door.
Viktor moans, his whole body melting, and he forgets about the sheet he's holding up.
It slips away, leaving him naked and shivering.
Silco quickly closes the door behind them, then sweeps Viktor up off his feet to carry him back to the bed. He lays Viktor down gently, kissing him as he pulls the duvet over the boy's shivering body.
"Warm up, darling," Silco whispers against his lips. "I'll be just a moment."
Silco steps away to slip off his shoes and vest, watching as Viktor tugs the blanket around him. He smiles at Viktor, not taking his eyes off of Silco, and unbuttons his shirt before climbing into the bed with him.
Viktor blushes as Silco crawls over him and settles between his thighs. He can feel the slight scratch of Silco's slacks against his sensitive skin. He can feel the tickle of Silco's open shirt against his sides
For a moment, Viktor looks shy.
Silco chuckles and kisses just below the curve of his jaw.
"What is it, my darling?"
"I like it," Viktor murmurs, half-laughing as Silco's breath tickles his neck. "I like it when you wear your clothes while I'm naked. It makes me feel...."
Viktor tucks his face into Silco's shoulder, his blush deepening.
"Hmmm...vulnerable?" Silco teases, nibbling a bit at Viktor's neck, causing him to giggle and squirm.
"And tiny," Viktor whispers. "Tiny, like.....like something small enough to sleep in your palms."
"I suppose my arms will have to do," Silco replies, reaching up to stroke Viktor's cheek. "How did I get so lucky to find you?"
"The Last Drop was the last place I felt safe," Viktor admits, looking up at his Papa with soft eyes, "before I moved topside. So....I went there when Jayce stopped caring for me. And then you came in. Like you were meant to find me."
And then to Silco's surprise, Viktor's eyes start watering.
Silco brushes a tear away with his thumb and draws back in concern.
"Do we need to---"
Viktor cuts Silco off and pulls him down into a kiss, one hand cupping the back of his head and the other curled around Silco's shoulder.
He arches up against Silco and the two of them groan as their cocks grind together, separated only by fabric.
Silco pushes Viktor back into the bed, and reaches between them, deftly undoing his pants. He kisses down Viktor's chin and jaw, making a trail down his neck and sucks a little on his Adams apple.
"Papa," Viktor moans.
And Silco feels the word right down in his cock.
It almost makes him growl.
"Let me take care of you, sweet boy," Silco purrs, dragging his lips and hands down Viktor's torso. He licks down Viktor's Adonis belt, then to his curved, leaking cock, savoring Viktor's whimpers.
Viktor whines when the heat of Silco's mouth engulfs his cock. His hands grip dark hair like he can't help himself.
And Silco chuckles around his cock before looking up at Viktor, blue and red almost completely eclipsed by his dilated pupils.
One of his hands cradles Viktor's thigh, thumb rubbing sweet circles.
The other begins to tease Viktor's sac, massaging it gently.
Viktor moans and the hand in Silco's hair tightens as his lips and tongue decend to Viktor's sweet hole, teasing the rim.
Viktor is panting by the time Silco has him wet and ready.
Silco slides back up Viktor's body for just a moment to kiss him while he reaches over to a drawer on the side table to retrieve a small bottle. Viktor whines and Silco kisses his cheek.
"Just relax, darling," Silco whispers before returning between Viktor's legs.
Silco let's out a please groan when he finally sinks into his sweet boy. Has to breathe through the urge to just pound him into oblivion for a few moments.
Viktor is just letting out a breathy repetition of Papa while his fingers curl into the pillows.
Viktor letting out a startled noise when Silco hooks his arms around him and hauls him up so that Viktor almost tumbles into his chest.
And some part of Viktor registers dimly that Silco's knees are going to hurt later, but right now, all Viktor can focus on is the handsome, scarred face right in front of his.
Viktor winds his arms around Silco's neck and crosses his legs behind Silco's back as well as he can.
His head is fuzzy; this position feels different to the other one. He feels fuller, like if Silco presses any deeper, they'll become one person.
C/W: Medieval AU, King Silco, Physician Viktor, Broken Arranged Marriage, Jayce Mention, Sneaking Around
Silco is a King, and Jayce is a charismatic Prince, and there are negotiations to arrange a marriage between their kingdoms, with Jayce offered as an ideal consort.
Unfortunately, Silco seems to only have eyes for the court physician, Viktor.
Silco feigning ailments during the negotiations, so that he can have Viktor's hands on him. Watch him. Smell his hair, etc.
Viktor, of course, is not immune to King Silco's considerable charms, even when knowing his own King/Queen is intending to secure a match for the Prince.
Viktor feels a certain amount of shame for being so susceptible
Thinks he's imagining it for a long time
Its when King Silco winds his fingers though his hair and gives a little tug to make him stumble and catch himself against the King's chair, bringing their faces dangerously close, purring "Tell me, boy, what do you know of men and their pleasures?" that makes Viktor realise he hadn't been imagining it
"I know that I consider them more than a proper young professional should"
Ohhh, the smirk that would curl Silco's lips would be delicious.
And Viktor's heart would be pounding.
Viktor would 100% know how to be with a man in theory, but he's actually a virgin for Silco to educate and corrupt
Silco's hand sliding down from his hair to skim slender fingers along Viktor's throat.
Murmuring, "Return to me tomorrow night. And bring a warming relaxant oil."
And Viktor's reeling from the interaction, but he doesn't even think of disobeying
Viktor arriving only to find King Silco wearing nothing but a nightshirt. The laces are loose across his chest. And the burning fireplace and candle light only serve to highlight his subtle strength as his nightshirt turns vaguely transparent in the warm glow.
A carafe of wine and two glasses sit on the table nearby with a platter or various fruits and cheeses
And Viktor starts feeling squirmy under Silco's scrutiny
Viktor being able to see the shadow of Silco's dick.
'Cause Silco is 100% aiming to seduce this boy into being his beautiful pet
Having Viktor sit on his lap so he can hand-feed the boy grapes, etc, between sultry kisses. Fingers teasing over the inner seam of Viktor's thin leggings
Viktor is flushed everywhere from the attention
Silco murmuring comments about how ravishing Viktor is, how he'd captured his attention without effort on the afternoon of Silco's arrival. How Silco has hungered for him
Drags his teeth across Viktors neck tempted to leave marks, especially ones that show
The drag of his teeth makes Viktor gasp and squirm on his lap.
And Silco purrs, "You like the threat of pain, hm?"
All the household staff being 100% aware that Viktor is in Silco's chambers. Imagine the frenzied gossiping when Silco has him on his dick
Silco would 100% offer him a lucrative position in his own palace though
Viktor praying the gossip doesn't reach the Prince/King/Queen. He knows Silco won't be harmed by any consequences from their actions, but Viktor could lose his job.
The queen does find out eventually and the King calls for Viktor's head.
Silco steps in of course, declining the marriage offer and refusing to have any trade or deals with the kingdom if any harm comes to Viktor.
Silco arranging fancy af chambers for Viktor.
They adjoin his own quarters.
The bed is beautiful but he rarely spends any time in it. Even when he wants a nap, he prefers Silco's quarters because he likes his scent
His chambers just becomes his personal library and lab
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: BDSM "Little" dynamics, Daddy Silco, Little Viktor, Mentioned/Minor Jayvik, Joining the Silco "adopting" Viktor trend
Viktor was a little-leaning submissive for Jayce, and when Jayce started pulling away, leaving Viktor on his own for weeks and weeks at a time, Viktor's Little self started feeling lost and abandoned.
So, Viktor retreated to the Last Drop, the last "safe" place he'd been to before moving to Piltover.
And Viktor orders himself a drink, but he can barely drink because this is a Big Person's drink and he's feeling too Little.
And Daddy Dom Silco, who just happened to be passing through the bar, picks up on the energy Viktor is giving off.
Silco changing his plans, stopping to get his usual from the bar, and then veering over to the source of all that Little energy.
"Hello," Silco greets in that careful, curious way of his, "are you lost?"
And big, honey eyes look up at him, a little nervous, a little hopeful. "No, I know where I am. I'm in the Last Drop. I came here on purpose."
Silco indicates the empty seat opposite the boy.
"May I?"
Viktor hesitates and then nods.
"Are you waiting for someone?"
Viktor shakes his head, shrugs, looks around, looks back at Silco.
"You haven't had much of your drink," Silco notices. "Can I get you something else? A juice perhaps?" He prods, testing to see if his hypothesis about Viktor is correct.
Viktor fiddles with his glass. A hopeful note enters his voice. "Sweetmilk?"
Silco feels the hint of a smile tug at his lips as his theory was proven correct.
"I happen to know," Silco says, leaning in to say conspiratorially, "that there's powdered sweetmilk in the back. I'll be right back."
Viktor almost trembles with excitement as he waits for Silco to come back. It was like he had known, and it make the hairs on the back of Viktors neck stand up.
Viktor almost pulls the glass right into his face when Silco returns and sets the tall glass down in front of him. Let's out a happy hum at the sweet liquorice flavour. His toes curl.
After his second mouthful, Viktor looks at the man that brought it to him. "How did you know?"
And Silco allows himself another small smile. "Experience. You seem like the kind of person that likes to be cared for. As it happens, I enjoy giving that care."
Viktor takes another drink, before he starts to bounce his leg a little nervously. "I don't--I mean...only one other person has cared for me."
"He doesn't do it anymore?"
Viktor looks away.
"No. He got a new job and now I hardly see him. And when I do, it's....not the same." Viktor's voice softens. "But...maybe I did something wrong."
Silco frowns, then reaches up and lightly grabs Viktor's chin, guiding his face to look at him. "I sincerely doubt that, my sweet boy."
Viktor pulls in a shaky breath because oh those fingers feel nice. He licks his lips. Asks "Why? You don't even know me."
"I know that if someone I cared for had done something to displease me, I would tell them so and it would be handled. I wouldn't leave them festering in their self-doubt. Whatever the issue is, it lies with him. Not you."
Viktor looked up at Silco with wide eyes. "And...what if they'd been good?"
Silco smiles, generous and a little teasing. "I would reward them. My darling boy would deserve the best reward I could give."
Viktor shifts in his seat and smiles sheepishly. He knows technically he's still with Jayce, but Silco is everything he's been craving for months. "They're lucky, whomever you care for."
"It could be you," Silco leans in close and brushes Viktor's hair behind his ear. "Would you like that?"
"I...." Viktor's heart his hammering against his ribs, so hard it almost hurts. He can almost feel the soft touch, the rich gravelly voice, down between his legs. "I.... I dont know."
Silco's expression softens just a little.
"I understand." Soft knuckles graze across his cheek. And then Silco leans back. "Take the time to think about it. A week from now, look for me at the bar, if that's what you want."
Silco stands up.
"Enjoy your drink, sweet boy."
And then Silco is gone.
Viktor tries to get Jayce's attention that week and he keeps brushing him off.
They end up having sex at one point but there's barely any care afterwards.
Viktor has a frustrated cry in the lab when he's alone. Because he loves Jayce. Has loved him for so long. Why doesn't Jayce seem to love him back? Why doesn't he seem to care at all?"
At the end of the week, Viktor stands in his bedroom, wearing his cloak and shoes, staring at the door, knowing if he walks out, he's going to that bar and Jayce will get the letter he's left on the bed.
Viktor feeling a hot twist in his belly when he gets to the Last Drop and bouncer let's him skip the queue. He doesn't even have to open his mouth for the barman to tell him the boss is upstairs, first floor
Because the enigmatic stranger was already expecting him. Had told the staff to keep an eye out for him.
It's a heady feeling, to be desired.
Viktor gets to the door he was instructed to and there's a large man outside of it who knocks for him.
"Come in."
The guard opens the door, then closes it swiftly behind him. When he gets inside the office, Viktor is taken by the large glass window and several paintings on the walls.
It takes him a while to spot the man from the bar, and it's only because the lighter flares in the low-ish lighting, illuminating the man sitting on a couch as he lights a cigar.
The man turns his head and that glowing eye comes into view.
"So, you've made a decision." There's a smile in his voice. "Come here, sweet boy."
Viktor's breath hitches when he hears Silco call him that again, and he walks almost too quickly and trips a bit over his cane in his eagerness. He hits the seat of the couch a little hard and blushes. "I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to fall."
"It's alright." A small chuckle escapes the man. "I find the enthusiasm charming."
Viktor stutters out a little laugh when a strong hand comes to rest on his thigh, a warm and solid weight just above his knee. The thumb starts to rub in a sweet circle.
"I was hoping you'd come."
"I just..." Viktor looks up at Silco, his eyes starting to get misty. "I couldn't stay with him. Not after what you said."
"Don't cry," Silco murmurs, soft and soothing. His thumb continues in that sweet circle, comforting. "You did the right thing. You deserved better."
Without much warning, Viktor surges forward into Silco's arms, wrapping his arms around the man's waist. His legs are tucked up as much as he can, given his brace and the couch. He rubs his cheek against the soft fabric of Silco's vest and trembles as he tries to calm down.
Silco is startled for only a moment or so, and then it softens into sadness. Whoever the other man was, he'd done a number on this sweet boy. Silco moves his hand to rest on his soft hair.
"I'm here, sweet boy, I'm here."
"I-I only have my notebooks," Viktor explains. "It was all I could fit in my bag...and the only things that belonged to me."
"That's alright. You'll want for nothing here," Silco answers easily, beginning to tease his fingers through soft hair, letting his fingertips graze against the scalp. "I can have a tailor here in the morning. For now, my wardrobe is yours. Whatever else you require, you need only ask."
"Thank you," Viktor closes his eyes as Silco's hands thread through his hair, finally starting to relax him.
Viktor isn't quite asleep by the time Silco puts out the end of his cigar, but it's a near thing.
He mumbles a sleepy complaint when Silco moves beneath him.
"Hush, little one," Silco chides gently, urging him up so Silco can stand. "I'm bringing you to bed, where you belong. It's late."
The next thing Viktor knows, Silco has scooped him into his arms, a little grunt of effort escaping him.
Silco carries him further upstairs, into a small-ish, but plush bedroom. Sets him down on a bed that smells like Silco and starts helping him out of his clothes.
"I have some things to do, but I'll return. Don't wait up for me." Silco gives his cheek a soft caress before he stands to leave. "Just sleep, my sweet boy."
Viktor hums and settles into the sheets, the scent somehow making it more comfortable by enveloping him. He falls asleep quickly, even without Silco there.
When Silco returns, he has to take a moment to stand in the doorway watching Viktor sleep. Admires the porcelain of his skin. The tousle of his hair. The relaxed expression. The slope of delicate shoulders.
The boy was beautiful.
Silco glances down at his hands --- at his bloodied and swelling knuckles. And knows he must at least wash his hands before he touches the boy.
When Silco finally sheds his clothing and crawls into bed beside Viktor, the boy almost instinctively clings to him.
His knuckles ache when his hand settles on Viktor's shoulder, but he ignores it as he tugs the boy still closer.
Viktor sighs Papa in his sleep, soft and content.
Silco is pretty sure his heart is going to burst out of his chest.
Silco presses kisses to soft hair, and wonders what good deed he must have done to deserve meeting this sweet boy.
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: T
C/W: Pokemon AU, Silco loves Pokemon, Growlithe is jealous
A/N: Some Pokemon refrences if you aren't familiar!
Persian | Growlithe | Shiny Dragonair | Skitty
Silco is the head of Team Rocket and Viktor is an assistant at a pokemon research lab.
Silco's Persian is as scarred and ruthless as he is, but tender af with him.
Viktor has a shiny Dragonair and a Growlithe as a support animal.
Growlithe curling up next to Viktor's bad leg, so Viktor can get relief from the constant heat that Growlithe exudes.
Silco walking into the lab one day, dressed all fancy, with Persian prowling at his side.
And Viktor startles out of his fixation on what he was doing because Growlithe starts barking and growling.
Viktor seeing that man walking through the lab so casually, hands tucked into pockets, as he inspects the lab equipment etc. And Viktor bristles.
"The lab is closed to visitors today," Viktor states, voice a little sharp.
"Yes, I saw," the man responds, not looking at him. Instead he picks up an odd pokeball, admiring the unusual colouring and humming thoughtfully, before setting it back down.
"That implies you aren't supposed to be here," Viktor replies, standing.
"Normally, it would. But I'm not a visitor." The man turns, revealing his scarred face, his eye. His thin mouth lifts in a smirk. "But as of this morning, I own this lab."
Viktor stands up as quickly as he can, bowing. "I'm sorry I didn't realize, Mr. Silco."
Silco's smirk deepens and then he glances at Growlithe. "You have a protective pokemon there."
"Yes," Viktor answers, a little sheepish. He rests a soothing hand on Growlithe's head and the barking and growling subsides, but the hound is still glaring flames at Silco and the Persian. "She worries about me a lot."
"I've heard of you," Silco says, setting the ball down. "Viktor, right?"
Viktor nods.
"I've heard you have a very interesting Pokemon in your possession," Silco gets a very interested look in his eye. "And I don't mean your Growlithe."
Viktor's hand starts to go to his belt before he stops and grabs a sandwich he'd been eating instead.
Silco's smirk drops slightly. "I'd like to see it."
"My personal pokemon have nothing to do with the research here," Viktor answers, stiff and uncertain.
He isn't sure it's a good thing that this man is so....intrigued.
Silco steps forward, not as close as he would like to because of the Growlithe, but enough to get his intentions across.
"I'm afraid I won't be asking again."
Silco's Persian pads in front of him, glaring at the Growlithe.
Viktor licks his lips, swallows, and concedes finally, because he has worked too hard to lose his job now. He reaches for the miniaturised pokeball at the back of his belt.
"Come with me to the pool," Viktor says, gripping the ball tightly. "She's too large to be let out in the lab."
Silco's brows shoot upwards, but he doesn't argue.
Viktor (and Growlithe) led them through the lab, into a large pool area that Viktor was thankful had a private section that was large enough for Dragonair. He turned to Silco before releasing her.
"If you could please put your Persian away," Viktor explains, "She is uncomfortable around unfamiliar Pokemon."
Silco narrows his eyes, but gives Persian a scritch between her ears before pulling her pokeball from his own belt.
Persian huffs, giving Viktor a mean look, but doesn't resist.
Once Persian is away, Growlithe sits down, relaxing a little bit but still keeping her eyes on Silco.
Viktor nods and turns to the water, and opens the ball with one hand, letting Dragonair materialize in the water.
Dragonair is the prettiest shade of purple Silco has ever seen
"As you can see," Viktor points out as the Dragonair leans towards him and he reaches out to pet her nose, "she has unique coloring and happens to be quite larger than most specimens on record."
"She is beautiful," Silco responds, voice a little hushed
She also happens to be a lil whore for praise, so immediately preens at the compliment.
Viktor smirks at her. "Ah, she loves the attention."
"You may come closer, if you like."
Silco would absolutely like. Doesn't hesitate to hold his hand out in offering, palm open to let her snuffle at him.
A breath that isnt quite a laugh escapes him when he feels the gust of her warm breath travel right up under his sleeve, up to sensitive elbow.
Viktor watches Silco and finds himself smiling. As much as Dragonair loved attention, she still had fabulous intuition. Theres no way she would be interacting with him so well otherwise.
Viktor tilts his head softly. Maybe Silco wasn't as bad as he presented himself.
Yes, and as clever as Growlithe is, Viktor knows she can get spooked over the silliest things.
Growlithe has growled at Jayce more than a few times over what Viktor considered to be small disagreements.
It's one of the reasons Jayce never made a move.
But Dragonair is quiet and thoughtful in comparison.
And Viktor can practically see the hearts in her eyes when she looks at and nuzzles Silco (much to his surprise the first time she headbutts him.)
Silco strokes the side of her head with a gentle hand, like a jockey might with a Rapidash.
Dragonair closes her eyes, enjoying the touch.
A few days later, when Silco visits the lab and finds Viktor working with Dragonair, she lets out an excited trill and meets him at the edge of the pool.
Silco smiles, a small expression, but genuine, and indulges her when she pushes her big head towards his hands.
Viktor sighs but smiles. "She's lucky we were finishing up." He puts his clipboard under his arm and walks over. "How can I help you?"
"I was hoping you would have some time to discuss some things with me," Silco replies, keeping his eyes on Dragonair as he pet her. "Such as the direction this lab will be taking with future research"
Viktor arches a brow. "I'm the assistant. Surely, you'd rather speak to the professor."
"I don't like to limit myself to the opinions of people who value themselves higher than others," Silco explains, looking up at Viktor. "Also I've been looking at some of the projects you've been working on and I believe you've been underutilized."
Viktor feels a faint warmth on his face as he hears his own private thoughts parroted back to him.
"If you're ready, I'm prepared to give you more responsibility and freedom in your research," Silco goes on. "There are a few things I will be encouraging and that is what I would like to discuss."
Viktor takes a breath. Glances at Dragonair, who's gazing back at him with those big, calm eyes. "I'm open to a discussion."
"Are you hungry?" Silco asks, looking at the watch on his wrist. "I believe it's about time for lunch and I've just found this interesting cafe right down the street."
The interesting cafe turns out to be a Skitty Cafe, where you can pet Skitties while you have lunch/whatever.
Viktor is starting to realize just how much Silco just REALLY likes Pokemon and Pokemon like him too.
Viktor definitely wasn't expecting that especially from what he had heard.
Growlithe still stubbornly doesn't like him though.
She's jealous of how much time they start spending together
Persian warms up to Viktor though, slowly
She will slap Growlithe though. They have a bitter rivalry.
Silco scolds Persian whenever he catches her going for Growlithe.
And Viktor does the same with Growlithe.
Growlithe dragging Viktor to the evolution stones the next time he's at the mart, because Growlithe wants to be big enough to punt Persian through the air.
Viktor is confused because she is far too young for that still.
Growlithe grabs the cushion holding the stones, and spills them onto the floor, barking up at him determinedly.
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: Nerve Damage, Oral Sex, Trans Viktor, Viktor doesn't want a dick and that's okayyyy
Thinking about how odd Silco's lips must feel around dick.
One side so stiff, barely moving. The other side supple and fluid.
He probably had to retrain part of his face.
Do stretches and things, even though it likely hurt.
There's probably some nerve issues there too. Has trouble feeling when when spit starts to run down the side of his chin.
He's angry/mortified, the first time a casual/temporary partner reached to wipe it away, because he didn't know it was there.
Also his lips are scarred on one side and that tissue is probably a little harder.
The first casual partner makes a little face when Silco first wraps his mouth around them, because that doesn't feel quite right? And they don't know if they like it.
its also why he prefers trans men
the first trans man he eats out after The Incident is just squirmy as fuck and panting like yeah yeah yeah that feels SO GOOD
He's surprised at how useful his nose is. It's the first time having a big nose felt like a positive.
Viktor putting off sleeping with Silco because the last time he thought someone would understand that he wasn't interested in bottom surgery, they definitely did not understand. He doesn't want to go through that again.
Meanwhile, Silco is eyeing him up constantly, full of hunger and longing, wanting to bury his face in that pussy that he's certain is as gorgeous as Viktor is.
It's been weeks since they've started seeing each other in secret, and while Silco is a patient man, he can feel the hunger in Viktor's kiss and can see how his eyes darken just moments before he excuses himself for the night.
He can see that hint of wetness in Viktor's slacks too, as he moves, and he wonders what's holding Viktor back.
The next time Viktor excuses himself, Silco grabs his wrist before he stands.
"Wait," Silco loosens his grip and sighs. "I will wait...forever for you." He brings Viktor's hand up and places the soft side of his lips to Viktor's palm. "But I wish I knew why you're denying yourself so."
Viktor feels something stutter inside him at how Silco is looking at him. So soft and yearning.
"The last person I...." Viktor looks away, regretful. He hesitates for a long moment and then says, "He didn't understand. That I'm...content. With how I look now. He thought....he expected me to change, to...want to."
"Darling, I wouldn't dare expect you to change for me or anyone else," Silco lets Viktor go and his hand goes to his scar.
"How could I not accept you for everything you are, when you've done the same for me?"
Viktor looks at him, feeling so....struck by what Silco said
Silco takes the moment to lean forward, wrapping his arm around Viktor's waist like before, pulling him closer.
"Stay," he requests, ducking his head to kiss Viktor's neck. "Let me show you how perfect you are."
"Okay," Viktor whispers, voice trembling a little. Runs his hands over his strong shoulders. "Okay, love."
Nerves at the base of Silco's skull ignite when he hears Viktor call him love and he trails his lips up along Viktor's jaw before catching his mouth again.
He reaches down between them, spreading his palm on the inside of Viktor's thigh, tips of his fingers teasing the crease of Viktor's hip.
Viktor let's out a noise that's part whimper and part moan. He can feel the heat through his slacks, can feel the pressure near his mound.
Silco twists his wrist at his finger tips, stroking upward now, over Viktor's pants and pressing his middle finger through the wet spot Viktor had already soaked through between his legs. He practically swallows Viktor's gasp before bringing his damp finger to his mouth and slipping in between his lips.
Viktor is staring at Silco groans at the taste before leaving Viktor on the couch and dropping to his knees between Viktor's legs.
Viktor wasn't certain what he'd expected from Silco's pleading words, but Silco on his knees, pushing his legs further apart, hadn't been it.
Viktor starts to wonder if he's delirious when Silco opens the placket of his slacks with steady, confident hands.
Silco leans back as he pulls Viktor's pants down to his knees before ducking under the fabric and resting Viktor's thighs on his shoulder. He looks up at Viktor and gives him a one sided grin before he dives between Viktor's folds.
"H-ha -- fuck!"
Viktor almost jumps into Silco's mouth, because oh oh oh, he hasn't had a face buried in his pussy in quite some time. Especially not one with such a prominent nose. And this is so---Viktor digs his fingers into the cushions.
Silco moans at Viktor's taste and laps up as much of Viktor's juices that he can, as if he had been lost in the sands of Shurima for days. He lets Viktor grind against his nose as he drags his tongue along Viktor's walls.
Viktor wants to watch but the way it feels makes his back arch, head tipping back against the couch.
He loses the ability to form coherent sentences soon enough.
And Silco is so smug, because this is what he wanted. This was what Viktor deserved.
Silco's hands wrap around Viktor's thighs like a lifeline, pulling them open ever so much more as he listens to Viktor falling apart above him. He tips his nose up only to suck on Viktor's clit, the boy's legs shaking on either side of his head as he hastens Viktors climax.
Silco grunts when one of Viktor's hands shoots to his head and grips his hair.
Viktor lets out a stream of keening noises, broken up with a frantic please
Viktor's other hand is splayed over Viktor's face as he pants.
Janna, but he'd never fucking squirted before. That was--
Viktor doesn't have the words.
He doesn't have much time to think of them either as Silco continues to move his fingers slowly, not quite easing out of him ever.
Viktor gasps as he feels Silco press his nose back to his sensitive hood, and he chases the pleasure, grinding down against it. He moves slowly against Silco until he comes again, moaning as he let himself enjoy the oversensitive glow.
"Darling boy," is what Silco murmurs when he withdraws finally, only far enough to tease adoring kisses along Viktor's trembling thigh
Viktor grasps at Silco's vest, tugging on it. "Come back, please"
Silco slides back up Viktor's body, pushing his knee into Viktor's crotch. "I'm right here," he whispers against Viktor's lips before kissing him.
Viktor chokes on a laugh when he hears a ripping sound.
It's his fucking pants, stretched taut by his legs spreading wider to accommodate Silco's torso, etc
Silco smiles. "I'll replace those."
Viktor just nods, hands now cupping Silco's face, and then the two are kissing again. He hums at the taste of himself.
C/W: Dom Silco, Virgin Viktor, Modern AU, D/S dynamics, Sequel Potential
Veteran Dom Silco working at a kink club and virgin Viktor comes in, pretty sure he's a sub, but doesn't know exactly what he likes.
The host was going to put him with the usual beginner Dom, but Silco sees him and says he'll take him.
It's unusual because Silco hasn't taken on any new clients for years and has never taken on a virgin.
The first session is far from intense. Just Silco getting to know Viktor and giving a few basic commands.
At the end, he tells him how good he's been and he'd enjoy seeing Viktor again.
The first thing he does is have Viktor stand still....and then he just circles him, studying him. Watching for subtle changes in posture, expression, breathing.
Asks about his brace and harness. What his limitations are. Every time Viktor thinks Silco is going to touch him, he backs away but his heart is racing with the anticipation.
He also asks about his preferred treatment methods.
Viktor doesn't understand why those questions, softly asked, makes him shiver.
Silco asks Viktor what he knows he likes. Viktor blushes and says he's a virgin but he's thought about it. Silco tells him to go on.
Viktor swallows and starts to talk about blindfolds and ropes, then moves to collars and cock cages, not even noticing how hard he's getting just thinking about doing these things with the man before him.
He doesn't realise his he's hard until Silco gently captures his chin, thumb not quite touching his lip.
"And gags?"
And Viktor's cock pulses hard enough to make him gasp.
When Viktor whispers "yes", his cheeks warm and gaze a little dazed, Silco gives him a pleased little smile and murmurs "Good Boy."
And then he lets his thumb touch Viktor's lip as a reward.
Viktor sighs at the touch and almost chases Silco's hand as he pulls away, but remembers his instruction.
Silco is in awe of just how responsive Viktor is to him. There was no hesitation in turning control over to Silco and he was impressed with the amount of trust Viktor gave him.
That's when Silco knows he has to see this boy again, has to see his potential blossom. Already, Silco knows he'd make a gorgeous submissive.
The session ends with Silco welcoming Viktor onto his lap and giving him a gentle handjob, letting him know what its like to have someone else touch him there.
Silco asks if it would be alright to have his number in the event of needing to check up on him after future sessions though.
Gives him time to think about it. Just to have an answer by their next session.
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane)
Rating: M
C/W: Realizations, Sexual Tension, Disability Talk, Viktor deserves all the mobility aids
It takes a long time for Viktor to trust Silco. Longer than Silco expected, honestly.
Viktor is like a stick in the mud when it comes to trusting people. He doesn't give it easily. It takes hard work to ease it out.
It had taken over a year of working together for him to really trust Jayce, after all. And look where that got him.
Silco at least seems committed to gaining Viktor's trust. He notices Silco never makes promises he doesn't intend to make good on, and he's kinder than Viktor expected.
He takes Viktor's suggestion to set up a free clinic in one of the old factories, and it's where Viktor visits often to see how he really is helping the undercity.
The first time he visits, it makes him emotional, because their are old grannies, etc, thanking the workers for helping with their joints. For the medicine. Saying they've had a new lease of life in the last week, etc
He notices their lack of mutations.
And when he asks one of the workers, they make an offended face and explain "Taking too strong a dose over long periods is what causes the mutations. We know the guidelines for administrating it."
Viktor smiles a little at the seriousness that the workers take their jobs. "I'm glad to hear it," Viktor nods. It makes him happy to know that Silco chose good people to hire.
When he gets back home, Viktor has a little cry, and pulls out an old tattered photo of his mother. Wishes he'd been older. Wishes she'd lasted longer. Wishes he'd met Silco sooner.
It's not long before Viktor realizes he's spending more time in the undercity than in Piltover. He keeps making excuses to not be in the lab as if Jayce isn't making similar ones for political ventures, and finds walking the streets topside to be increasingly uncomfortable.
Keeps hearing not-even-remotely-hushed remarks about uppity sumprats daring to ask for a new lift, for water purifiers, etc, and answering outbursts of "ungrateful trenchers"
"As if we havent spent enough money on them already"
Unkind comments about The Industrialist.
Viktor isn't eating very much at him and Silco's, now, weekly dinner at the last drop. All their words keep swirling in his head and it makes him sicker than he already is.
"What is it?" Silco asks, dabbing his mouth with his napkin.
"I don't think I can keep going back there," Viktor answers quietly, not look at him. He pushes some food around his plate with his fork. "The things I hear up there....its sickening. And I hear it more now than ever."
Silco nods. "I have somewhere for you to stay. When you're ready."
Viktor flushes a little. "I think I'm far from ready to stay with you."
"No, of course not," Silco chuckles. "I had a townhouse prepared when I first recruited you. I wanted you down here full time, if you recall."
"A townhouse," Viktor repeats, bemused. "Haven't heard that term used down here before."
Silco smirks, eyes glinting. "You'd be amazed at the difference knocking a few walls, a fresh coat of paint, and some good furnishings, can make."
"You had that prepared for me?" Viktor asks, a little surprised that Silco went through all that trouble. "And kept it?"
"I had a feeling you would need it one day," Silco explains, taking a drink. "And I'm usually right."
Viktor can't tell if he wants to touch Silco's hand in thanks or kick him under the table for the presumption
"I need another week," Viktor decides. "To gather my things and make arrangements."
"I'll send a truck whenever you're ready," Silco nods.
Viktor stares at his food, then up at Silco. "I...Thank you."
"What for?"
"Treating me like a person," Viktor explains. "Like I matter."
Silco frowns like he's actually baffled.
"How else would I treat you?"
"It's just that you were right about everything. My friends, my job...everything." Viktor chuckles sadly. "You're the only one that's stayed consistent in how you've treated me."
Silco's lips thin. Just for a moment.
"I don't relish being right about such things, Viktor," Silco says quietly. "You must know that. If a man deserves anything, it's to be confident his friend has his back. No matter what."
"Then, I'm glad to have you," Viktor smiles, even though he can feel tears stinging his eyes, "as a friend."
Silco almost startles, but contains himself.
Instead....he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief.
Offers it without a word.
Viktor dabs his eyes and thanks Silco, taking a few deep breaths before speaking again.
"I should go. I have things to prepare."
Let me escort you, Silco thinks, but he doesn't give voice to it.
Viktor is still too entangled with the firelights for that.
It only takes Viktor a couple days to gather his meager things from his small apartment and make sure that only what he wanted remained on record at the academy.
He called Silco for the moving vehicle early and was a little embarrassed when all he had to put in the large truck was a small end table, his shower chair, and a couple crates of personal items.
The truck driver gives the contents a funny, half-irritated look, but shrugs. Whatever. Silco is paying for the fuel and his time, so who cares.
Silco is there to greet him when they pull in front of the house. It's nestled between two much taller buildings but still contains the winding brass and chemtech accents native to Zaun. Viktor hasn't seen anything so magnificent that was his.
Silco glances at the limited contents that the driver heaves out of the truck and he raises a brow. "I suppose its a good thing this place is fully furnished."
Viktor looks away, embarrassed. "The academy provided my previous apartment and furnishings. I had planned to get my own things eventually but...nothing ever seemed right."
Silco hums, and suspects he knows why, but doesn't comment. He just opens his palm and reveals the key
Viktor hesitates a moment before taking the key, letting his fingers brush along Silco's palm. "Thank you, again."
"No need." Silco smirks. "I get as much out of this arrangement as you do."
"I'm not sure about that," Viktor chuckles trying to hide the flush of his cheeks. Gods, the crush he had been developing on the man just kept growing. He just hopes that some day he'll have the courage to do something about it.
"Are you busy?" Viktor asks, a little hopeful. "I could make some tea."
Silco gives him a once-over, and Viktor feels like he got caressed from ankle to throat "I could drink."
Viktor goes to grab one of his boxes and Silco stops him with a hand on his upper arm.
"Let them take care of it," Silco smiles. "You've had a long day."
Viktor nods and goes to the door, opening it for the first time
The brief touch on his arm lingers, a phantom sensation, warm and tingling.
When he opens the door, he sees that most of the furnishings are covered, but the amount of space is more than Viktor has ever occupied.
"I do have one thing to show you," Silco smirks, a glint in his eye. He walks forward into the house, looking back to make sure Viktor is following him. He winds his way to the back of the house, near the kitchen, where a small lift was tucked away. "I knew relying on stairs all the time would be difficult for you."
Viktor draws in an unsteady breath. A personal lift? In his house?
Silco was spoiling him.
Silco is a bit hesitant at Viktor's silence. "I understand if I was being too presumptuous or--"
When Viktor's hands fly around his chest and he feels the warm heat of Viktor's body against him, he goes stiff for a moment before letting his arms wind around Viktor as well.
Almost like he can't help himself, Silco tucks his face into Viktor's neck and inhales.
Viktor isn't usually one for acting out of emotion, but no one had ever thought of him like this. His leg and back were an inconvenience and a problem to be fixed.
But Silco saw him.
"I'm sorry, I..." Viktor couldn't bring himself to pull away from the warm embrace. Not yet.
"It's alright."
Silco ends up being the one to part them, the temptation too strong when his lips were so close to the skin of Viktor's neck.
"I believe I was promised tea," Silco gives Viktor a soft smile, his hands resting on the boys shuulders
