#abysmal asks

[abysmal-viktor]

You keep talking about silco…….like what’s with him is he really that big of a deal

Have you seen the man?

[abysmal-viktor]

"A question for you, my dear inventor. Do you believe a functional prosthetic eye is possible?"

Viktor smirks

Well if it isn’t my favorite baron.

It would be a shame, that is my favorite eye of yours. But it is not impossible. The procedure is quite extensive. You are looking for a replacement I presume?

[abysmal-viktor]

🕊️ (For the ask meme )

Ask meme: 🕊️ When did they feel the safest?

Given the Undercity’s environment, Viktor’s only truly felt safe under a handful of circumstances. Safety was more in numbers (or in people) rather than an actual place: with his parents as a child, or with his lover as a young adult.

Some nights he’ll visit Silco. As always, he goes into his office under the guise of being a bother. But he'll find himself snoozing on the chaise lounge when he’s tired or not feeling well. Silco’s office is quite literally the safest place to be in all of Zaun, but there might be another type of safety Viktor feels when he's there. Maybe one that he's not entirely aware of.

[abysmal-viktor]

Hey hey how much to learn some good curses in your other language?

My native tongue is quite complicated, Jinx. Translations can be skewed, and like every language, context can be lost. So...

Viktor hums.

If you perhaps have any extra Hextech stones laying around, I can promise to give you high-quality lessons.

[abysmal-viktor]

The dark line of Silco's brow lifts with subtle satisfaction at the sound Viktor makes when he backs into the desk. His satisfaction doubles when Viktor's expression shifts to one of surprise. Had Silco known it would be so simple to throw this clever, confident young man off balance — or so enjoyable — he would have taken this tack sooner. As Viktor's fingers come to rest on his vest, the way Silco smirks down at him borders on gloating.

Oh, no? Do I strike you as a man who has ever been coy about pursuing what he desires?

Silco glides closer, comfortably occupying Viktor's space. His fingertips hover down past Viktor's waist to settle on the desktop. Silco's thumb grazes the edge of a map where 'The Undercity' has been stricken out and replaced with 'Zaun' in tight, precise script.

If I had summoned you to fuck, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

He looks Viktor directly in the eyes and pauses to let him dwell on that. Silco's expression darkens as he continues,

This conversation is strictly business — my business. But since you're so eager to cooperate, I'm not averse to following that with pleasure.

His hand slides from Viktor's chin up to the cigar in his mouth. Silco nudges the head gently against Viktor's lips, prompting him to take a puff.

Viktor smirks.

I suppose not.

He pauses when he hears Silco's words, and looks at him in brief silence. After another moment he averts his gaze with a half-smile, scoffing under a quick breath. Was this Janna's torment? Viktor's eyes trace the arm that crosses past his waist, and over the body that's nearly pressed into him. He chuckles.

Your conduct, then, is misleading. It is hardly fair.

Viktor jokes with an even tone, but the words come out more veritable than intended. He turns to look at Silco again.

And I apologize for the confusion; even if you are the acclaimed baron of this city, I act on my own interests. Answering your 'summons' was entirely selfish, I'm afraid.

Viktor's eyes deepen when the older Zaunite nudges the cigar to his mouth. His hand stays at his vest--fingers hooked over the band with a slight tug--while the other grasps Silco's wrist to steady the cigar. He parts his lips, speaking in a low timbre.

Go on then. Tell me, Silco, how do my private affairs concern you?

Viktor closes his eyes and takes a puff, before they open again to watch the man with a steady gaze. He didn't imagine Silco had true intentions, but he didn't complain either--this alone was more than the Chembaron had ever entertained, given all of Viktor's solicitations in the past.

[abysmal-viktor]

*Jinx doesn't usually knock - she just breaks into places. Picking locks, slipping through windows that should be way too small for a human. But with Viktor's workroom, she opts to be polite. Sort of. Her hands are full so she bangs on the door with a boot.*

*knock knock knock*

"Heyyyy Viktor! Guess what I got my hands on?"

*it's never certain what she's going to show up with, but this time it's not explosive. She holds a small crate of fresh fruit that looks very out of place in the snowy streets.*

"I bet this had to be imported from halfway across the fuckin world! Somebody topside might miss it a little, but that just makes it taste better!"

Viktor turns sharply in the direction of his door, entirely annoyed by the loud intrusion. But when he ears Jinx’s voice, he pauses. He sighs, a mixture of mild irritation and endearment, before shaking his head with a smile and standing up. He opens the door.

What is it now, Jinx? And please, don’t kick my door down, I just had it repaired from your last visit.

He inspects the box with a raised brow, before picking one up without prompt and taking a bite. He looks at Jinx again with a half smirk.

These…are certainly topside quality. Which poor fool did you steal them from, this time?

[abysmal-viktor]

You're gonna make a homophobe outta me if I keep hearing shit about you and the boss.

....buuuut then again it wouldn't be much better if you were a girl, would it? Hmm.

Well either way - maybe go for someone who's less than like. 20 years older than you.

-J

Viktor grins with a cold, amused laugh.

Oh, I wonder who this could be. I apologize, J, but I like my men like I like my wine. Rich, complex, and aged to perfection 🍷

And who knows, if I were a woman I’d likely go for his subordinate. She looks like she could throw me around.

[abysmal-viktor]

Silco's lips tilt into a knowing smirk as Viktor trails off. Warmth simmers in the pit of his stomach when Viktor leans forward, the stirrings of a long dormant volcano. His fingers tighten minutely as Viktor reaches for the cigar, but he relinquishes his grip to indulge in watching Viktor inhale. The heat in his eyes turns chilly when Viktor declines to share more about his visit to Piltover. When he's done, Silco is quiet for a moment. A short, low laugh spills like honey from his lips.

That's where you're mistaken, Viktor.

He rises from his chair and steps into Viktor's space in one fluid motion. Pressing a firm hand to his chest, Silco backs Viktor against the desk. His fingers trace a light, deliberate path along Viktor's collar.

How you spend your evenings and in whose company is your business...

Cool fingers slip beneath the cloth, gliding up the length of Viktor's neck to cradle his chin.

...until you make it my business.

Viktor takes another puff, relishing both in Silco's unexpected gift and initial reluctance to let go of it. Seeing the man's gaze run cold--Viktor could never tire from it.

Mistaken? I wonder what you could mean.

Viktor’s eyes slowly follow the line of Silco's movements. He steps back a few paces when the Chembaron pushes him—legs eventually hitting the edge of the desk— then draws a steady breath in.

Hn.

His brows raise from the surprise, but he can’t deny the thrill that pulses through his veins. When a cool hand touches his skin, his smirk fades to a wry, dampened smile. Viktor's fingertips find the leather cinch at Silco's tailored vest, lingering there. The young scientist can only return the gesture; after all, it's only fair. His lips part softly.

And what business is that? Don't tell me, is this your way of seeking 'company' in your own chambers, Silco? You've been full of surprises all evening, I didn't expect you could be so forward.