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Jayce couldn’t believe how long it had taken him to realize Viktor’s birthday was right around the corner. It wasn’t as if Viktor had mentioned it—of course not. Viktor didn’t exactly strike Jayce as the type to announce such things. But while sorting through some old files at the lab, Jayce had stumbled across a personnel document listing their birthdates, and the date next to Viktor’s name had practically jumped off the page.
“Viktor,” Jayce said casually later that evening as they worked on calibrating a new Hextech device. “You’re a Sagittarius?”
Viktor glanced up, a quizzical look on his face. “Astrology? Really, Jayce?”
“I’m just saying,” Jayce teased, leaning back in his chair, “it makes sense. Bold, curious, stubborn…all classic traits of a Sagittarius. And, oh, look at that…your birthday is this week.”
Viktor groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I knew there was an ulterior motive behind this nonsense. My birthday is not worth mentioning, Jayce. It’s just another day.”
“Not to me, it isn’t,” Jayce countered. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to drag you out of the lab anyway. Why not celebrate?”
Viktor gave him a withering look, but Jayce saw the faintest flicker of amusement behind it. “I’ll save you the trouble of wasting your time. I’m not interested in a grand affair with Piltover’s elite, sipping champagne and pretending to care about their banal small talk.”
“Good,” Jayce replied, undeterred. “Because I was thinking we could go back to the bar. The King & Queen. You seemed so at ease there last time, and I…well, I’d like to see that side of you again.”
Viktor hesitated, then smirked faintly. “I see. Is this about the bar? I thought I'd already shown you plenty of that side of me outside of it but maybe you're just too curious for your own good.”
Jayce flushed but couldn’t help grinning. “Maybe both,” he admitted. “I'm very happy with what we have been doing lately but I can tell you enjoy yourself differently there, I want to be part of it. ” They haven't talked it out yet, not for lack of trying but mostly for lack of time. Whenever they found time they always chose to express their affection in a more hands on manner, not knowing when the next occasion arises.
Viktor hesitated, his expression softening. “You really think that’s a good idea?”
“I think it’s a great idea,” Jayce said firmly. “Besides, I’m sure Alexander would love the chance to embarrass you in front of your favorite work partner.”
That earned a genuine chuckle from Viktor. “If you insist on this madness, at least let me warn Alexander in advance. I’m not sure what he’ll do if left unsupervised.”
Jayce grinned, leaning forward. “And for the record, I only know about astrology because of an ex. She was really into it, and I wanted to support her interests. So, I learned a little. I don’t buy into it myself, but it made her happy.” He shrugged, his tone light. “I guess some of it stuck.”
Viktor rolled his eyes, but there was a glimmer of approval in his gaze. “How very thoughtful of you. I suppose you always were an overachiever.”
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When they arrived at the bar on the evening of Viktor’s birthday, the place was already buzzing with energy. Alexander had clearly outdone himself. Streamers of muted gold and deep green hung from the ceiling, catching the dim light of the chandeliers. The tables were adorned with mismatched candles, their flickering flames casting playful shadows on the walls. In one corner, an old jukebox hummed to life, playing a sultry jazz tune that set the perfect ambiance.
“Jayce, Viktor!” Alexander called out, his voice loud as he bounded over to greet them. “You’re late! I was starting to think you’d stood me up, Viki.”
“The thought did cross my mind,” Viktor said dryly, though there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Alexander grinned and clapped Viktor on the shoulder. “Happy birthday, old friend. I’ve got everything ready. Drinks, food, and even a little something special later. But first, Francis wants to say hi. He’s behind the bar.”
Viktor’s smile widened slightly at the mention. “Of course he is. I’ll go greet him.”
Jayce followed Viktor to the bar, curious as always about the dynamics of Viktor’s world outside the lab. Francis, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a warm smile, was pouring a drink when they approached. He looked up, and his face lit up at the sight of Viktor.
“Viktor,” Francis said, setting the glass down and wiping his hands on a towel. “It’s been too long.”
“Francis,” Viktor replied, his tone genuinely warm. “It has. How have you been?”
“Same old, same old,” Francis said with a chuckle. He turned to Jayce, extending a hand. “And you must be Jayce. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Jayce shook his hand, noting the friendly exchange between the two men. “All good things, I hope,” Jayce said lightly.
“Mostly,” Francis said with a sly smile, his eyes flicking back to Viktor. “It’s good to see you again. Really. You’ve been missed around here.”
“I’ve been busy,” Viktor said with a faint shrug. “But it’s good to be back, especially for an occasion like this.”
Jayce, unable to resist, chimed in, his tone bright with pride. “Busy is an understatement. We’ve been working on a new stabilization algorithm for Hextech cores. It’s revolutionary—it could increase the efficiency of energy transfer by nearly 40%. I mean, can you imagine the applications? Energy distribution, transportation, even medical tech—this could change everything.”
He leaned forward slightly, clearly caught up in his enthusiasm. “And that’s not even mentioning the modular adaptability we’re integrating. Viktor’s been brilliant in optimizing the design—truly groundbreaking stuff.”
Francis raised an eyebrow, his smile turning faintly amused. “That sounds… impressive. Though I’ll admit, I’ve always been more interested in the results than the process. As long as it works, right?”
Jayce paused, realizing his audience wasn’t exactly captivated. He chuckled softly, his confidence undented. “Well, when you see the results, you’ll understand why the process matters so much. Trust me, it’s worth geeking out over.”
Viktor glanced at Jayce, a subtle glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “You’ll have to forgive Jayce,” he said to Francis. “He does love to evangelize.”
“And why wouldn’t I?” Jayce replied with a grin, his pride undeterred. “We’re changing the world here. Someone has to get excited about it.”
Francis let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Fair enough. Keep at it, buddy. I’m sure you’ll dazzle us all eventually.”
Jayce settled back in his seat, still smiling, as the conversation shifted towards Viktor. Francis grinned. “Happy birthday, Viktor. The first drink’s on me.”
As they returned to the table with their drinks, Jayce couldn’t help but notice how at ease Viktor seemed with Francis. It was a side of him Jayce didn’t often see—relaxed, almost playful. It made Jayce smile, even as a small part of him couldn’t help but wonder what kind of history they shared.
Alexander returned with a platter of food, breaking the moment. “Alright, everyone, raise your glasses!” he declared. “To Viktor—the smartest, most stubborn bastard I know. Here’s to another year of brilliance and mayhem!” Alexander put one of his hands on top of Viktor's head and ruffled his hair while raising a glass of sparkling alcohol with the other.
Laughter rippled through the group as they clinked glasses. Viktor’s cheeks flushed slightly, though whether from the toast or the alcohol, Jayce couldn’t tell.
As they dug into the food, the atmosphere lightened, the earlier tension melting away. Viktor seemed to relax, his sharp wit emerging as he bantered with Alexander and the others. But Jayce’s mind lingered on Francis, on the way Viktor’s voice had softened when he’d mentioned the man. There was a history there, one that Jayce couldn’t ignore—but for now, he pushed it aside, determined to focus on celebrating the man he admired more than anyone else.
It wasn’t long before Jayce found himself approached by someone he hadn’t met before. A striking individual of small posture walked up to their table.
“You must be Jayce,” they said, their voice smooth and warm, defying any attempt to pin down a gender. “Iris. I’ve heard plenty about you. Welcome to our little haven.”
Jayce stood and shook their hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Iris. Seems everyone has heard something about me here already. Good things I hope?”
“From Viktor? Hardly,” Iris teased, their lips curling into a playful grin. “But Alexander has filled in the gaps. He seems to like you well enough, so you must be doing something right.”
Jayce laughed, feeling instantly at ease. “It’s a great place you’ve got here. The energy is so different from what I’m used to.”
Iris raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Jayce to follow them a few steps away from the table. “Different how?”
Jayce hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s more open, I guess. Back in Piltover, people aren’t exactly shy about being themselves, but… there’s a line, you know? Sexuality isn’t really frowned upon, but it’s private. Polite. People don’t talk about it much, let alone celebrate it.”
“And here?” Iris prompted, their tone genuinely curious.
“Here, it’s… alive,” Jayce said, glancing around the bar. “It’s in the clothes, the way people move, the way they talk. It’s not just accepted, right out in the open.”
Iris nodded thoughtfully, their gaze sweeping across the room. "This bar's a bit of a haven for Zaunites who've found a place here in Piltover," they said, their tone casual. "Zaun's always been a place where survival's a daily battle, and here, people cling to what makes them feel alive—be it sex, violence, love or drugs. It's powerful. You’ll see it in the way we dance, the way we celebrate."
Jayce considered that, his mind imagining Viktor on the dance floor. The images sent a rush of warmth through him. “I think I get it. Piltover feels… restrained by comparison.”
“It is,” Iris agreed. “Not in a bad way, necessarily. I think it’s easier to feel openly here because there’s less pretense. Piltover’s all about appearances, isn’t it? Even when people mean well, they’ve got this instinct to package everything neatly, make it palatable. Here, no one cares if it’s messy. Messy’s normal.”
Jayce glanced around the room, taking in the eclectic décor. “So, Iris, I have to ask—what exactly is it you do? All this,” he gestured to the artwork and accessories around them, “it feels like something straight out of Piltover’s high society. But there’s a certain... edge to it.”
Iris smiled knowingly, leaning against the bar. “I make jewelry and hair accessories, mostly for Piltover’s elite. They love to commission pieces that feel unique, something daring that no one else would wear. They’ll pay top coin for it—if it’s ‘exotic’ enough. But they’d never admit where it comes from.”
Jayce frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
“They’ll flaunt a piece of my work at some gala, proudly wearing a design that screams Zaunite craftsmanship. But the moment anyone calls it what it is—a piece of Zaun-inspired art—they backpedal. Suddenly, it’s too ‘rough,’ too ‘uncivilized.’ They’ll claim they just liked the ‘aesthetic’ or that it was inspired by something ‘foreign.’ Piltover’s elite are bigoted like that—they’ll never admit they enjoy the fruits of Zaun’s creativity. But they can’t help themselves. They want to wear it, they want to show it off.”
Jayce looked around the room again, the truth of Iris’s words sinking in. “So they enjoy Zaun’s art, but only if they can distance themselves from it... make it their own, somehow.”
“Exactly,” Iris said, their tone bitter. “It’s a game of appearances. They’ll wear my work as a ‘fashion-forward statement,’ a symbol of their supposed sophistication. But they’ll never give Zaun credit where it’s due. It’s all about control—make it theirs, and it’s fine. But the moment they have to acknowledge where it really came from, it’s a different story.”
Jayce's expression softened with understanding. “That’s... frustrating. I had no idea.”
“It’s the way Piltover works,” Iris replied, their eyes scanning the crowd. “And it’s why I’m here. At least in places like this, people appreciate the truth without needing to hide it behind clean cut smiles.”
Jayce nodded, appreciating the insight. “It’s refreshing, honestly. I can see why Viktor feels so at home here.”
“Viktor’s an interesting one,” Iris said, their tone softening. “He’s got a foot in both worlds, you know? Smart enough to thrive in Piltover, but his heart—it’s Zaun. You’re lucky to have him, you know that?”
Jayce smiled, feeling the truth of their words settle in his chest. “I do.”
As Jayce surveyed the room, his mind couldn’t help but wander to the striking appearances around him. Iris stood out immediately—metallic silver asymmetric hair that shimmered under the dim lights, a headpiece with feathers that looked as if they could take flight at any moment. Their ears, fingertips, and temples were painted with the same silver sheen, adding an almost ethereal glow to their presence. The purple velvet three-piece suit they wore, although showing signs of wear, was meticulously tailored, a perfect blend of worn-in comfort and decadent style. Iris’s face was soft in shape, but their expression was anything but gentle.
Across the room, Francis loomed large—a mountain of a man with long, black braided hair that cascaded down his back. His blue-tinted glasses were small, almost comical against his broad face, but somehow they only added to his unique presence. The upcycled military uniform he wore seemed to be a statement, a mix of practicality and rebellion. He had an undeniable aura, a quiet authority that seemed to draw the eye. Jayce guessed it also was an intimidation tactic, either to scare off for whom the bar was not a safe space or regular patrons thinking of starting fights.
And then there was Alexander—tall, lanky, and effortlessly cool. His red hair was a bold contrast against the deep tone of his skin, and the tie around his neck was twisted in a bowtie fashion, a little off-kilter but undeniably stylish. His look was a patchwork of materials, each element seemingly chosen for its own reasons, but somehow they all worked together, making him look like someone who had carefully crafted his appearance out of chaos.
Jayce shifted uncomfortably, realizing how little attention he’d ever paid to his own appearance besides looking proper. Compared to them, he felt almost invisible, like he was just wearing the basics of what he thought was “appropriate” but not “noticeable.” Even Viktor, who usually kept to his more practical attire, had dressed up tonight—a silky shirt that hung loosely from his frame, unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of his chest, and an ornate vest that added an unexpected touch of flair. Jayce couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly Viktor carried it, the contrast between the sophisticated layers and his usually reserved demeanor making him stand out in a way Jayce hadn’t expected.
Jayce tugged at the collar of his own shirt, suddenly aware of how underdressed he felt in this vibrant sea. He made a mental note to look over his closet once he’s home and maybe go shopping a little more continuously. Maybe ask Iris for advice even.
As Jayce finished his conversation with Iris, he turned to find Francis approaching, a playful glint in his eyes. “Alright, alright,” Francis boomed, clapping his hands together as he wiped them on his apron. “I’m going to need you all to clear the tables for a bit. Let me get this mess cleaned up, and then we’ll get back to the real fun. Off to the dancefloor with you!”
The words barely registered before the others began to shuffle toward the makeshift dance area, already buzzing with excitement. The music had shifted from mellow jazz to an upbeat electronic rhythm, and the air hummed with energy. Jayce hesitated, glancing back at Viktor, who grabbed Alexander by the shoulder and handed his cane to Francis, who placed it gently on the bar counter. Alexander grabbed Viktor back and off they were.
Jayce had always been a dancer—he could hold his own at any official function, and he'd even taken the lead in a few impromptu social dances. But this… this was different. The crowd’s energy was infectious, and the atmosphere felt charged in a way he wasn’t used to. People moved with a freedom that made him uneasy at first, some dancing suggestively, grinding against one another in a way that felt raw and intimate. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to move, but this wasn’t the kind of dancing he was used to. Still, there was something about the beat, the heat of the room, and the uninhibited energy around him that made it hard to resist.
As he neared the dancefloor, he saw Viktor already caught up in the sway of the crowd, his body moving with a natural grace that Jayce couldn’t help but admire. Viktor had always been composed, but tonight he seemed to let go of some of that restraint. The way he moved, loose and confident, was a stark contrast to the meticulous scientist Jayce usually worked with in the lab.
Without overthinking, Jayce decided to go with the flow. He felt the beat take hold of him, his body shifting to the rhythm, loosening up just as Viktor had.
The movement was fluid, almost intoxicating. Jayce could feel the beat through his entire body, but it wasn’t the same as when he was in control of the machine or the lab. It was chaotic, unpredictable, and yet... freeing. The rhythmic pulse of the crowd seemed to draw him in, loosening his nerves just a little.
Alexander was at Viktor’s side, an arm casually draped around his waist. It wasn’t the kind of support that felt necessary, but more like a natural part of their rhythm, like they were in sync in ways Jayce couldn’t fully explain. Alexander’s playful gestures, his teasing smile, and the way he guided Viktor through the dance made it clear they had done this countless times. But it wasn’t just the physical support—there was a certain chemistry between them, something playful and lighthearted that seemed to make Viktor’s movements even more fluid.
Jayce couldn't help but stare. The way Viktor moved, even with the need for support, was unlike anything he had expected. Alexander’s hand on his back was more like a guiding force, a subtle assist to ensure Viktor could let go completely, moving freely with the music without the worry of falling or losing his footing. In a way, Alexander wasn’t just holding Viktor up physically—he was part of the performance, a piece of the puzzle that allowed Viktor to shine.
Jayce couldn’t help but notice how easily Viktor adapted to the rhythm, his steps commanding the floor without hesitation. If anyone asked Jayce, he was one of the best dancers in the room. Viktor exuded a magnetic confidence, and it was as if the music followed his lead.
Jayce saw Viktor and Alexander exchange a few words, though the loud music drowned out their voices. Viktor made a goofy expression, laughing loudly at something Alexander had said, and Jayce felt a tug of warmth in his chest. As he watched Viktor smile—a genuine, carefree smile, the kind he rarely but lately more and more often—Jayce couldn’t help but be drawn to the connection they shared.
Viktor’s gaze flicked back to Jayce, and that mischievous smirk was back, as if to say, “You’re next.” But Jayce didn’t need more of an invitation.
The music pulsed around them, deep and vibrant, and Jayce found himself drawn deeper into the rhythm of it, moving in sync with Viktor. His hands rested lightly on Viktor’s waist, the contact casual at first, but the longer they danced, the closer they became. Viktor was an expert, guiding them by swaying his bodyweight, forcing Jayce to hold him up and follow the movement.
Jayce leaned in slightly, his lips brushing Viktor’s ear as he whispered, “You know, those clothes are… absolutely killing it.”
Viktor chuckled softly, a low, almost sensual sound that sent a shiver down Jayce’s spine. “I’m glad you think so,” he replied with a playful grin, clearly enjoying the attention. “I didn’t know you had such a taste for fine clothing.”
“I can’t help it,” Jayce teased, his gaze tracing the edges of Viktor’s vest, the silky fabric catching the light. “You wear it like you own the place. Honestly, you look…” He paused, his voice turning quieter, more serious. “Hot.”
Viktor let out a soft laugh, his body leaning into Jayce’s a little more, making their movements more synchronized, more fluid. “Hot?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow. “You’re not just saying that because you think I’ll make you dance better, are you?”
Jayce smirked, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Maybe. But, honestly, it’s true. You really do pull it off.”
For a moment, Viktor’s expression softened, the usual guarded look melting into something more vulnerable. “It’s a bit of a costume, you know? These clothes,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the music. “Just a way of playing the part. Reminding myself that there’s still some of that old Viktor left in me.
Jayce’s gaze softened as he looked at him, the weight of Viktor’s words sinking in. He didn’t need to hear more to understand the significance behind the clothes. It wasn’t just a style choice; it was Viktor’s connection to his past, a tangible thread to the life he’d once led, now worn and weathered but still there.
Jayce didn’t respond immediately, the admission seemed out of character for his lab partner. Instead, he let the music speak for them, the movements between them drawing them closer, the distance between their bodies shrinking with each step. Their hands found each other again, Jayce pulling Viktor gently toward him as their dance became more intimate—no longer just an exchange of steps, but a conversation between their bodies.
Viktor let himself fall into Jayce’s arms, his chest brushing against his in the slow, careful movements. It was as if Viktor was giving himself up to the dance, trusting Jayce to guide him as much as he guided him.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the chaos of the bar, the crowd, everything else, disappeared. It was just the two of them, moving together, whispering across the space between them.
“You know,” Viktor murmured, leaning closer, “I didn’t think I’d ever be doing this again. Dancing, I mean. With anyone.”
Jayce’s smile was soft, sincere. “I’m glad you are. I think you’re pretty great at it.”
Viktor’s lips twitched into a smile, the faintest glimmer of something deeper behind his eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
As the music swirled around them, their movements became more seamless, more natural. The connection between them, once playful, deepened, and Jayce couldn’t help but feel an electric charge in the air. The space between them had narrowed even further, their bodies now moving with a shared energy that was more than just the music—it was the chemistry between them, undeniable and intense.
And as Viktor leaned in, their lips brushing in a brief, unspoken moment of connection, Jayce couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the night was just beginning.
The music slowed, its rhythm now deep and languid, a contrast to the earlier pulse. The crowd around them seemed to fade, the beat thumping in their chests as they swayed closer, their bodies now in perfect sync, moving more intimately. Jayce could feel the warmth radiating from Viktor’s chest, the heat between them building with every shared step. Their hands, once just resting on each other, now held tight, fingers intertwining as they guided one another, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.
Viktor’s body seemed to melt into Jayce’s, and for a moment, Jayce was lost in the sensation of being so close, so connected. Viktor’s eyes glinted with something heavy, and Jayce’s lips parted slightly, breath catching in his throat as Viktor leaned in closer, his mouth dangerously near Jayce’s ear.
“This is dangerous,” Viktor whispered, his voice low and husky.
Jayce could feel his pulse racing, his chest tightening in a mix of excitement and something else. The music and the heat of their dance had worked its magic, and he could barely hold himself back, especially with the way Viktor’s body pressed against his, the slight movement of Viktor’s hips—just enough to make his breath hitch.
“Maybe,” Jayce breathed, his fingers grazing Viktor’s back, pulling him closer. The contact was intoxicating, a heady mix of the music, the atmosphere, and the undeniable chemistry between them. Jayce’s heart thudded in his chest as he leaned in, brushing his lips against Viktor’s jaw.
Just as their movements became more heated, as if the air around them had thickened with a kind of unsaid promise, a loud, booming voice broke through the moment.
“Alright, alright, enough of the sappy stuff! Truth or dare, people!” Francis’s voice echoed over the music, causing Jayce to pull back slightly, his pulse still racing.
Viktor, however, didn’t seem nearly as shaken. He smirked, not missing a beat as he pulled away from Jayce just enough to turn his attention to Francis. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” he called back with a grin, though there was a faint flush on his cheeks.
“You two look like you were about to burn the floor down,” Francis shot back, his tone playful. “But don’t worry, I’m opening a bottle of Astralis Absinthe in celebration of our birthday-boy. So, let’s have some fun with a game before the night gets *too* steamy.”
That was enough to get the group moving. Alexander, already laughing, nudged Viktor with a playful grin. “Come on, Viki. Let’s see if you can keep your cool while I make you answer questions you’d rather not.”
Jayce, feeling the sudden shift in energy, blinked a few times, his chest still tight. The heat of the dance floor, the weight of Viktor’s closeness, lingered in his thoughts. As everyone shuffled over to the designated area for the game, Jayce couldn’t help but feel the flush creeping up his neck. He hadn’t realized how pent up he’d gotten, how much the chemistry between him and Viktor had stirred up something deeper, something he wasn’t ready to fully confront just yet.
But the moment had passed for now. The game was a welcome distraction—though Jayce couldn’t quite shake the feeling that it wasn’t just the liquor that would be flowing freely tonight.
The absinthe was potent, its aniseed bitterness making Jayce's mouth pucker slightly as he took his sip. He was unused to such strong alcohol and could feel the heat rise in his chest as the liquid slid down. His gaze flickered to Viktor, who was sipping his own glass with casual ease, the glow of the dim lights catching the edges of his sharp features. Viktor didn't even seem to flinch at the intensity of the drink, something about him always so composed, even when they were all playing a game of truth or dare that was rapidly growing more and more daring.
Jayce was barely aware of how close he was to Viktor now, their shoulders brushing, when Iris's voice cut through the growing buzz in the room.
The truth-or-dare game crackled with an electric energy, fueled by the heady mix of absinthe and the vibrant atmosphere of the King & Queen. The crowd had gathered tightly around the table, their eyes flickering with anticipation as the bottle spun, its neck landing on Alexander.
Alexander leaned back in his chair with a sly grin. "Dare," he announced, his confidence unwavering.
Iris’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Alright, Alexander, I dare you to… wear my headpiece for the rest of the night. Let’s see if you can pull it off as well as I do."
Gasps and laughter rippled through the group as Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. Iris reached up, carefully removing their feathery creation and placing it atop Alexander’s head. The transformation was instant—Alexander’s lanky frame and bold red hair made the dramatic piece look almost regal.
"Darling, you look incredible," Iris said, their tone dripping with mock adoration. "The true King of the Queen tonight."
Alexander struck a theatrical pose, eliciting cheers and whistles. Viktor chuckled quietly, sipping his absinthe, while Jayce tried to stifle a laugh.
"Alright, my turn," Alexander said, his voice playful as he spun the bottle. It landed on Jayce.
Jayce’s heart skipped a beat as Alexander leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief. "Truth or dare, Piltie boy?"
Jayce hesitated, the room’s expectant energy pressing down on him. "Dare," he said finally, his voice steady despite his nerves.
Alexander’s grin widened. "I dare you to give Viktor a twirl on the dance floor. Show us what you’ve got."
Laughter and cheers erupted around the table. Jayce’s face flushed, but he glanced at Viktor, who raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
"Don’t overthink it," Iris added, their tone encouraging but teasing. "Just follow Viktor’s lead. He’ll make you look good."
Jayce looked around and stood, extending a hand to Viktor with an exaggerated bow. "May I have this dance?"
Viktor’s smirk softened into something almost fond. "If you insist," he said, taking Jayce’s hand and letting him pull him toward the makeshift dance floor.
The music shifted to a sultry beat, and Jayce tried to mimic Viktor’s movements, though he felt like a clumsy giant beside his partner’s fluid grace. Viktor’s hands guided Jayce’s with a subtle confidence, and the laughter from the group faded into the background as Jayce focused on the rhythm, the closeness of Viktor, the warmth of his touch.
They returned to the table to a round of applause, Jayce’s face burning but his chest filled with a quiet pride. He met Iris’s gaze, and they gave him an approving nod.
"Not bad, Jayjay," Iris said with a smirk. "But I think we can push you a little further."
They spun the bottle, landing on Jayce once again, just his luck. They tapped their chin thoughtfully, then turned to Jayce. "Would you look at that, truth or dare?"
Jayce sighed, already sensing he was in for another challenge. "Dare," he said, his voice resigned but amused.
Iris’s smile turned wicked. "I dare you to let me give you a proper Zaunite makeover. Clothes, accessories, the works. Let’s see what happens when we peel back that Piltover polish."
Jayce blinked, caught off guard, but the group’s cheers left him little room to refuse. Viktor’s laughter, low and warm, reached his ears as he leaned closer. "I think you’ll enjoy this one, Jayce. Iris has a flair for transformation."
Before he could protest, Iris was already pulling him to his feet. "Don’t worry, darling. You’ll thank me later."
The next few minutes in the storage room full of what Jayce assumed were lost items, waiting for the return of their owners who have abandoned them in the heat of the night, and teasing commentary from Iris as they worked their magic. When Jayce finally looked in the cracked mirror behind the bar, he barely recognized himself. Layers of bold colors and textures, a statement necklace that looked to him like a gold collar, and a leather jacket with an asymmetrical cut that made him feel… bold. On his own he decided to unbutton his shirt completely, the move felt right.
The group erupted in applause as Jayce returned to the table, his initial awkwardness fading under their approval. Viktor’s gaze lingered a moment longer, his expression unreadable but warm.
"Looks like you’ve got a foot in both worlds now," Viktor said softly, his voice laced with quiet admiration.
Jayce smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing. Maybe stepping out of his comfort zone wasn’t so bad after all.
The drinks were flowing, the empty bottle on the table got swapped for a full one at some point and dares were just weaved in and out of conversation.
“Alright, Francis,” Iris called out, her voice silky with amusement, “I dare you to—oh, I don’t know—steal a kiss from someone here. But make it scandalous, sweetheart. Don’t disappoint me.”
A pretty stranger looked up from their drink as Francis leaned down, offering a grin. Without a word, Francis cupped their face and leaned in, pressing his lips to theirs. All the while, his gaze never wavered from Viktor. His lips moved, just barely, against the stranger’s as he held their face, maintaining eye contact with Viktor, his grin never faltering.
Jayce could hardly believe what he was seeing—Francis, so sure of himself, so daring, and Viktor, seated comfortably, watching the display with an unreadable expression. Jayce couldn't tear his eyes away from Viktor's face, wondering what thoughts ran through his mind as he watched the kiss unfold. There was something almost theatrical about it, the way Francis was putting on the show, using the stranger only as a prop for his own game. But the real drama was in Viktor's gaze, the way he seemed to take everything in stride, his posture unflinching.
Francis finally pulled back, still not breaking eye contact with Viktor. He gave the stranger a nod, his lips still curling into a playful smile. “There, I did it. I hope it was dirty enough for you, you freak.”
The room was quiet for a moment, everyone still processing what had just happened. Then, the laughter started. A few whistles. But Viktor’s expression was the most captivating. He leaned back, completely relaxed, as if the entire situation had been an amusing diversion. But Jayce could feel the charge in the air, the unspoken words between Viktor and Francis.
Francis returned to his seat with a chuckle, clearly satisfied with himself. “Alright, Viktor,” he started, “truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Viktor said easily, his voice almost bored, but there was a spark in his eyes.
“Alright,” Francis grinned, “I dare you to tell everyone who your wildest lover has been. Give us some juicy details. Was it someone at this table?”
Viktor’s lips curved into a mocking smile, and he leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the side of his glass as he met Francis’s challenge.
“Now, Francis, I would be a terrible lover to kiss and tell, wouldn’t I? And not to mention that this is simply not a dare, you know the rules. I might have to save that little anecdote for a private audience,” Viktor teased, his voice rich with mock innocence. “But you wanted me to be a show-off, didn't you?”
Jayce’s heart skipped a beat, his mind racing to piece things together. His gaze darted from Viktor’s playful expression to the amused faces around him, trying to ignore the way his body tensed under the weight of Viktor’s teasing words.
Jayce’s mouth went dry, but he forced a smile, trying to play along. Before he could say anything, Viktor gave him a small, daring wink.
“Alright, alright,” Francis relented, gesturing dramatically with his glass. “Not all of us are as diplomatic as Viktor. But let’s see what we can get from Jayce, then.”
The room quieted as they focused on Jayce, and Viktor’s gaze shifted, amused.
“Jayce, sugar,” Francis began, his voice suddenly more serious, “truth or dare?”
Jayce paused, gulping down another sip of absinthe before answering, “Truth,” he said, trying to keep his composure.
Francis leaned in, a wicked glint in his eye. “Tell us about your most embarrassing sexual experience. Don’t leave out any details. I’m sure we’d all love to hear about how innocent you really are.”
The room fell silent, and Jayce’s face burned. He could feel his throat tightening, but before he could respond, Viktor spoke up again.
“Oh, please,” he turned his head to Jayce. “You don’t need to answer that” Viktor assured him, his tone earnest.
Francis rolled his eyes. “Don’t coddle him Vik. Maybe you should give him a dare if that was too much for your pet in your professional opinion.”
The game wasn’t just about the truths anymore—it was becoming a battleground of words, and Jayce suddenly realized just how high the stakes had gotten. Viktor seemed genuinely annoyed now.
Jayce’s pulse raced, trying to process what he’d just heard, but before he could think too much about it, Viktor stood up, leaning on his cane and extended his hand toward him. “Jayce,” Viktor murmured, his voice low and inviting. “On your knees.”
Jayce blinked, his mind spinning from the absinthe and the night’s dares. The command sent a thrill through him, but hesitation prickled at the edges of his mind. He wasn’t used to this kind of situation—not the power dynamic, not the weight of everyone’s eyes. But Viktor’s gaze was steady, calm, and just the slightest bit teasing, as though daring Jayce to step into uncharted territory.
The alcohol buzzed in his veins, loosening the tight grip of his inhibitions. He didn’t want to disappoint Viktor, not tonight. Slowly, he sank to his knees, his breath hitching as heat rose to his cheeks. A strange mix of discomfort and excitement swirled in his gut, the surreal moment amplified by the expectant silence of the room.
Viktor’s hand cupped his chin, tilting it upward with a gentleness that eased some of Jayce’s tension. The glass of absinthe in Viktor’s other hand shimmered under the low light.
"Open wide," Viktor ordered, his tone steady, his gaze never wavering from Jayce’s.
Jayce hesitated for just a fraction of a second before tilting his head back, his hands gripping his thighs to steady himself as Viktor poured the shot into his mouth. The liquid burned in the best way, the electric intimacy of the moment sending a shiver down his spine. His legs trembled slightly, the mix of vulnerability and Viktor’s commanding presence leaving him breathless.
Around them, the crowd cheered, their voices blurring into a distant hum. Viktor’s smirk softened as he leaned in close, his voice low enough for only Jayce to hear. "You did well."
Jayce’s heart pounded in his chest as he carefully rose to his feet, Viktor’s hand steadying him. The moment hung between them, charged with unspoken understanding, as Viktor turned to address the group.
From behind them, Alexander’s voice rang out. “Come on, Viktor, don’t leave us in the dark. What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done? And no, ‘saving Piltover from itself’ doesn’t count. We’re talking personal stuff.”
Jayce was still kneeling in front of Viktor, catching his breath from the last dare, when Viktor’s gaze shifted down to him. A small, knowing smile tugged at Viktor’s lips.
“The wildest thing?” Viktor mused, his voice silky. He leaned forward slightly, his golden eyes catching the dim light. “Perhaps it’s yet to happen.”
The table erupted in a mix of groans and cheers at Viktor’s evasive yet suggestive answer. Francis booed above the noise. “That’s cheating, Vik!”
Viktor shrugged, his smirk unwavering as he reached for Jayce’s hand. With a quiet but firm tug, he pulled Jayce to his feet, the gesture both deliberate and grounding. “If you’ll excuse us,” Viktor said, addressing the group with a touch of finality. “I think it’s time the birthday boy called it a night.”
Iris’s knowing grin widened, but they waved Viktor off with a playful flick of their fingers. “Go on, then. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”
Alexander leaned back, his expression amused. “Happy birthday, Viki. Don’t forget to tell us all about it… eventually.”
Viktor chuckled, his grip on Jayce’s hand steady as he led him away from the table and out into the cool night air. The noise of the bar faded behind them, replaced by the quiet hum of the city. Viktor glanced back at Jayce, his expression softer now, the teasing edge replaced by something more earnest.
“You survived the night,” Viktor said, his voice low and warm. “I’m impressed.”
Jayce laughed, the tension from the evening melting away as he fell into step beside Viktor. “Barely. I think I owe you for pulling me out of that truth-or-dare mess.”
Viktor shook his head, his smirk returning. “You handled yourself well. But perhaps you can repay me by keeping me company a little longer. I… would rather not end the night just yet.”
Jayce’s heart skipped a beat at the unspoken invitation. “Lead the way,” he said, his voice steady despite the warmth spreading through his chest.
As they walked toward Viktor’s apartment, the city lights casting long shadows, Jayce couldn’t help but feel that the night was far from over—and that whatever came next would be just as unforgettable.
When they arrived at Viktor's doorstep, they could barely keep their hands off each other. As soon as the door shut behind them, Jayce grabbed Viktor’s hips and pushed him toward the bedroom, their mouths clashing in a feverish kiss. The night had been full of teasing, the lingering touches and whispered words that only made their need for each other more urgent. They had both enjoyed the party, but the tension between them had been way too much to ignore at this point.
Jayce’s hands wandered down to Viktor’s ass, squeezing firmly before lifting him effortlessly off the ground. Viktor’s legs wrapped around his waist, the brace digging into his side as he carried him toward the bedroom. Viktor moaned softly, his body fitting perfectly against Jayce’s as they moved toward the bed. On any given day he might have complained about this treatment but he couldn’t be bothered when he’s this horny.
As they passed the hallway, Viktor’s cane was forgotten, left leaning against the wall, but neither of them noticed or cared. All that mattered now was the intoxicating proximity of each other, the heat of their skin, the quickened rhythm of their breaths.
Jayce carefully set Viktor down on the bed, their lips never separating. His hands worked swiftly to remove layers of clothing, but the urgency was palpable. Viktor’s fingers tangled in Jayce’s hair, pulling him down for another kiss, deep and hungry. Jayce couldn’t help but smile against Viktor’s lips, already lost in the need that had been building all night.
Jayce took his time taking Viktor’s brace off, having experience at this point. He put it on the blanket laying on the floor next to the bed.
Viktor was pulling at his own clothes, fingers slightly trembling. Vibrating with excitement. When Jayce turned back to him he took in the sight before him. Jayce, no shirt, covered in a little bit of glitter in random places, still wearing the golden necklace. Remnants of his earlier makeover, it did something to Viktor. He grabbed the back of Jayce’s head and pulled him down until their whole bodies were touching. Viktor felt his skin burning at all points of contact, hot under his partner's weight.
Jayce felt the pull of Viktor's hand, the urgency in his grip as their bodies pressed together. The heat between them was overwhelming, and Jayce could barely hold back the need that had been building since the moment they'd left the party. Viktor's breath came in shallow gasps, his body arching against Jayce’s as their skin slid together. The feeling of Viktor’s hands on him, pulling him closer, was almost too much to handle.
Viktor’s lips were insistent against his, kissing with a hunger that matched his own. The rough edge of his fingers brushed across Viktor’s chest, tracing the lines of his body with a familiar yet thrilling intimacy. Viktor’s chest rose and fell beneath him, the tremor of excitement palpable in the way his body responded to every movement Jayce made. His hands settled on the smaller’s waist, wrapping his fingers around it while slowly and deliberately dragging his still covered cock on Viktor’s cunt.
Jayce didn’t waste any more time. His hands slipped down to Viktor’s waistband, feeling up the matted at this point hair before pushing his underwear down his hips. Viktor let out a soft sound, a mix of anticipation and impatience, and Jayce couldn’t help but grin. Tonight, with Viktor so eager beneath him, it felt like they were both caught in the current of something deeper, something raw.
Viktor’s fingers were still trembling, but this time they reached for Jayce’s boxers. The golden necklace still hung around Jayce’s neck, glittering faintly in the dim light. Viktor’s eyes lingered on it for a moment, entranced by the sight of his partner so exposed, a vision of desire that pushed him further into his own need.
With a quick motion, Viktor tugged the last layer out of the way, leaving both of them in a tangled mess of skin and sweat. Jayce’s body hovered over Viktor’s, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Viktor was already shivering beneath him, his skin a perfect canvas for Jayce’s touch. His hands roamed over Viktor’s chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his fingertips, knowing just how to make him ache for more.
Viktor’s hands moved to Jayce’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as his mouth latched onto any skin it could reach, kissing and biting with feverish intensity. Every sound Viktor made, every movement of his body, made Jayce’s own pulse quicken. He wanted more—more of this, more of Viktor, he felt possessed.
Jayce’s lips moved down Viktor’s body, trailing hot kisses across his chest, his stomach, and lower, until Viktor was squirming beneath him. Every touch felt deliberate, calculated to drive Viktor out of his mind. Jayce loved seeing him like this—breathless, flushed, and entirely undone.
Viktor hissed through his teeth, his hips shifting impatiently. “Jayce,” he muttered, his voice a low rasp, “don’t tease me.”
As he slid lower, Jayce’s fingers grazed Viktor’s inner thighs, brushing against the soft patch of hair between his legs. The sight made Jayce’s breath hitch—he loved everything about Viktor’s body, but this, the raw naturalness of him, sent a wave of heat coursing through him. “You’re so perfect,” Jayce murmured, his voice thick with desire, his fingers spreading Viktor open so he could take in every detail. The contrast of Viktor’s soft hair against his flushed skin was irresistible, and Jayce leaned in to press a kiss there, earning a sharp intake of breath from Viktor.
“Jayce,” Viktor gasped, his voice trembling, his body already responding as Jayce began to tease him with his fingers again. Jayce’s hand moved deliberately, sliding inside, stretching Viktor slowly, his other hand splayed possessively across Viktor’s hip. Viktor’s head tipped back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Jayce worked him open, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure racing through his body.
“God, you’re so tight,” Jayce murmured, adding a second finger, his other hand steadying Viktor’s hip as he began to move in a steady rhythm. Viktor’s body tensed, his thighs trembling as he gripped at the sheets beneath him. Jayce’s mouth found Viktor’s neck again, placing warm, open-mouthed kisses there as his fingers worked deeper, stretching and coaxing him toward release.
It didn’t take long before Viktor was writhing, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Jayce’s thumb brushed against him just right, and Viktor’s back arched off the bed, his release sudden and intense. He shuddered, a broken moan spilling from his lips as he clung to Jayce, who never stopped his motions, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
But Jayce wasn’t done. He repositioned himself, leaning over Viktor as he pushed inside, groaning deeply as Viktor’s body stretched around him. The heat, the slickness, the raw intimacy—it sent a shiver down his spine. No barriers between them, nothing to dull the overwhelming sensation of Viktor’s body pulling him in.
The thought hit him hard: I’ve never done this with anyone else besides Viktor. Every other time in his life, there had been latex between him and his partner. Jayce couldn’t help but marvel at how much he loved the feeling of being bare, of sinking deep into Viktor.
“Fuck, Viktor,” he groaned, his hands gripping Viktor’s thighs as he thrust deeper, savoring every inch. “You have no idea how good this feels.”
Viktor’s golden eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure but catching Jayce’s words. A smirk curved his lips despite his breathless state. “I think I do,” Viktor murmured, his voice teasing as his nails raked gently down Jayce’s back.
Jayce pressed a large hand to Viktor’s stomach, groaning again when he felt himself moving inside. The thought of being so deep, of filling Viktor completely, made his head spin. “I can feel myself,” he said, his voice low and full of awe.
Viktor gasped sharply, his hips jerking upward as Jayce’s hand applied the faintest pressure. “Jayce—” he choked out, his voice breaking as a shudder ran through his entire body. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
The combination of Jayce’s thrusts and the pressure on his stomach pushed Viktor over the edge. His body trembled violently, his back arching off the bed as a gush of wetness spilled between them. The sound he made was loud and unrestrained, a cry of pure ecstasy that sent a surge of heat straight through Jayce.
The heat between them was almost unbearable, and Jayce knew he was close. The way Viktor clenched around him, tight and inviting, only pushed him further toward the edge. He dropped his head to Viktor’s shoulder, groaning as he thrust deeper, his body trembling with restraint.
“Don’t hold back,” Viktor whispered, his voice soft but insistent, his hand brushing through Jayce’s sweat-dampened hair. “I want to feel it—everything. Let go.”
Jayce growled low in his throat, his hips stuttering as Viktor’s words broke the last of his control. “Viktor,” he groaned, his voice heavy with emotion and need. “You drive me insane.”
Viktor’s lips quirked into a faint smirk even as his cheeks flushed. “Good,” he said, arching into Jayce’s thrusts, his hands gripping the strong planes of Jayce’s back. “Now finish what you started.”
That was all it took. With one final thrust, Jayce came undone, his whole body tensing as he spilled deep inside Viktor. A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat, and he collapsed forward, catching himself on his elbows to avoid crushing Viktor beneath him.
For a moment, all Jayce could do was breathe, his chest heaving as he pressed his forehead against Viktor’s. The closeness, the raw intensity, left him lightheaded.
Viktor’s hands came up to cradle Jayce’s face, his golden eyes warm and filled with something softer than lust. “You’re magnificent,” Viktor murmured, brushing his thumb across Jayce’s cheek.
Jayce huffed a soft laugh, his lips quirking into a grin. “Says the man who just made me lose my mind.”
Viktor’s smirk widened, but there was genuine affection in his expression. “I aim to please.”
Jayce chuckled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Viktor’s lips. “You succeed. Every damn time.”
Jayce stayed above Viktor for a moment longer, their bodies still pressed together, as the haze of pleasure began to fade. He shifted slightly, brushing stray strands of hair from Viktor’s face, his fingers lingering on his jaw.
“You really are something else,” Viktor murmured, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. He met Jayce’s gaze, his golden eyes unusually vulnerable. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve someone like you.”
Jayce blinked, his chest tightening at Viktor’s words. He tilted his head, his lips curving into a gentle smile. “You’re kidding, right?” he said, brushing his thumb over Viktor’s cheek. “I’m the lucky one.”
Viktor snorted softly, his vulnerability quickly masked by his usual wit. “Perhaps you are. Genius and devastating charm like mine are a rare combination, after all.”
Jayce chuckled, leaning down to kiss Viktor’s temple. “There he is,” he teased. “For a second, I thought you’d gone soft on me.”
Viktor smirked faintly, though the warmth in his eyes hadn’t faded. “Never,” he quipped, but his hand reached up to tangle in Jayce’s hair, pulling him down until their foreheads touched. His tone softened. “But… thank you. For saying that. It means more than you realize.”
Jayce’s smile grew, his heart full as he shifted to kiss Viktor gently. “I meant every word,” he murmured. “You don’t have to deserve me, Viktor. We’re just… right. I think we might have been made for each other.”
They lay there for a while longer, exchanging soft kisses and quiet touches, the weight of their words settling between them like a comforting blanket. Whatever this was, it felt right, and that was enough for now.