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Steal Your Warmth

summary: Viktor tells a story of one of their inside jokes to Jayce under a snowy night.

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cw: minor mentions of drinking, bruises, screaming, and violence.

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random disclaimer: This is a cross-posted fic that's up on my AO3 @calamitykills where more of my content is. There's also Daz Games and Hozier references in this lol.

Moonlight poured in from the window, candlelight sheltered the room, and two cups of hot chocolate waited at the nightstand. Viktor stared outside, a smile etched comfortably on his face. He liked it when it snowed in Piltover; it was always a beautiful sight. And with the room semi-dark, it made the world seem like it stopped.

White covered all the high building tops and small alleys, filling Piltover's streets with crowds of children playing in the snow. Some made snow angels, others built snowmen, and the really fun kids began intense snow ball fights.

Viktor snorted watching a fat kid fall flat at a snowball being chucked straight to the face by a girl two times smaller than him.

Then entered Jayce. He came in without Viktor noticing, laughing at the same sight his partner was. “That looked like that hurt.”

“That's how you know the game's intense, Jayce.” Jayce sat himself on the bed, laughing more hearing Viktor's choice of words. “See, that little boy has been targeting that girl ever since the game started. At any and every moment. And now, with the way I see it, I think the little girl's patience has boiled over.”

Just then, that same girl began chasing the fat boy around punting him with her pile of snowballs.

Jayce and Viktor watched, faces scrunching at each painful throw. Both inventors were immersed in this outdoor game. “Seems like you were right..” Jayce muttered watching the game grow more hell-ish.

“Doubting me, are you?” Viktor scoffed dramatically. “I thought there were two smart inventors here..”

Jayce didn't bother to reply, only rolling his eyes at the matter, as he laid himself on top of Viktor.

Viktor recognized this feeling; this comfort. He hadn't torn his eyes away from the window but simply knew by the feeling that it was Jayces body greeting him.

His partner's warmth encompassed him and the gentle press of Jayce's weight on his own drew him deeper in the embrace. Viktor's cold body was warming up due to it. It had been a while since they've been like this. Jayce rested his head on Viktor's collarbone, a small groan leaving him.

Viktor sighed, keeping his hands at his side. “Have you come to steal my warmth, Jayce?”

“I should've seen this coming.”

Viktor let out a content hum. Loving their little inside joke, he continued on. “I must tell you the story now-”

“Do you have to?”

“I must.”

“Alright, alright.” Jayce kissed Viktors hand, tilting his head up so he could meet Viktor's eyes. “Go ahead, tell me the-”

A blood-curdling scream filled the room, following the sound of a window smashing. When Jayce and Viktor shot his head towards the sound, they saw the little girl and boy littered with bruises and a snowball shaped hole in someone's window.

Jayce immediately got up and shut the curtains.

Viktor hummed, a devious smirk. “There goes Mummy's mortgage..” He whispered.

“Viktor, no. Just tell the story.”

With a dramatic roll of the eyes Viktor started talking, “Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a drunk Jayce..”

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“Viktor.”

A head turned towards the door, uninterested and unamused.

“Jayce.”

Jayce looked confused. Why is he so upset? He just got home.

Viktor watched his partner stumble to him. Inebriated, tired, and with a mind clearly hazed. Jayce flopped along until he sat himself on the bed and then wiggled his way to Viktor.

“And what do you think you're doing?” Viktor asked.

The giant plopped on top of him, nuzzling his head in his partner's neck ever so delightfully. “Stealing your warmth.”

The exhale that left the two was purely carnal. Noises that reminded them of what united them most. And while one was embarrassed by what he'd just done, the other felt a thousand unknown worries dissipate.

To shift his attention away from the heat rising in his face, Viktor joked about what Jayce said before. “And to what warmth is there to steal?”

“The warmth of your blush,” His partner lifted his head further, his nose rubbing Viktor's skin as he kissed his cheek. “The color in your cheeks here is where it's best.”

“I..” A crack held where his voice fell flat. He was right. The only time his body felt a normal temperature was intimate moments like this. So he clinged to it. His arm wrapped around him that day unlike no other. And he let himself smile and hold Jayce there a while.

“..I'll tell jokes about this, you know.” Viktor said, running his fingers along the hairs on the back of Jayce's neck.

“Of the time I crawled back to you?”

“Yes, of the time you crawled back to me.”

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They laid next to one another now, in much of the same position as the story. Only now it was flipped. Viktor laid against Jayces chest, head on his pectoral, ending the story with a small hand bow.

Jayce smiled at that. “I'm amazed at how you still tell this in perfect detail.”

Mock confidence held Viktor's tone as he met Jayce’s eyes. “It's our joke. Why shouldn't I remember the way it was?”

“Well, I'm amazed at how you remember everything really. How you can simply piece together and story tell like that. It's a great skill.” As much as Jayce dished out compliments, it made Viktor feel sporadic all the same. He always felt clueless after; then those golden eyes would meet his and those eyes ached his yearning heart.

Viktor's heart skipped a beat and he already knew why. “I must get you to stop looking at me like that.” He pinched his nose bridge whilst he grumbled his words.

Jayces eyebrows furrowed together. “Like what?”

“A lost puppy.”

“That's..” Confusion settled over Jayce's face. He didn't know whether it was an insult or a compliment. “new.”

Viktor huffed, “Don't get comfortable Jayce, it'll be a look that'll stay in the past.” his eyes down at his partner's hands.

“And why do you want it gone?” Jayce's eyes followed Viktor's and settled there too.

Slowly, Viktor initiated. Pale fingers intertwined brown ones, their body temperatures mingling more than before. Jayce watched, noting Viktor's own temperature increase. “So you can feel my warmth another day.”

Jayce chuckled; “Oh God don't phrase it like that-” his partner sounded like something cruel was upon them. In reassurance, Jayce kissed Viktor's forehead. “I'll go easy next time.”

Viktor closed his eyes once Jayce had pulled him in closer. Sleeping on a bed every once in a while is nice. “Yes, do that.”

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