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It was a good hit, if you asked him. A great one, even.
It had been a defensive parry, taking advantage of the opening the Herald had left with an offensive strike tilted just the wrong way. A hit at that angle sent the Machine Herald flying back, slamming him into the wall, shelves and their contents crashing down with him as his weight fell to the floor.
For a moment too long, he didn't move. The grin on Jayce's face from the rush of landing a solid blow fell, his stomach dropping. He dropped the hammer and rushed over to check on him where he was slumped against the wall, but slowed his approach when he saw the Herald tilt his head to shoot a pointed glare at him.
Jayce knelt down next to an outstretched metal leg, propping his chin on his hand as he leaned on his knee, expectant.
"You," the Machine Herald growled, "awful creature."
Jayce rolled his eyes.
"Just tell me what to do to get you back up so I can kick you out. I'm not carrying you."
The Machine Herald's resulting sigh crackled through his voice modulator.
"There is a panel on the back of my neck. You'll have to reconnect whatever has come loose," he explains, voice low and begrudgingly resigned.
Jayce placed one hand on the limp man's chestplate, and slid the other back between his shoulders, near the base of his neck, and leaned him forwards enough to get unobstructed access to the panel. He readjusted his position, opting to straddle the Herald's unbraced leg and support his weight with his chest, allowing for both hands to work freely.
"Look for a release latch. Like on a battery panel," the Herald rumbled from where his chin was tucked over Jayce's shoulder.
"Mmh, I see it," Jayce said, pushing the dual pressure tabs and popping open the panel door. Inside, there was a collection of wires, plugs, and ports, all backed by a circuitboard. There were three unique wires with plugs of slightly different sizes that were very clearly loose, but it was hard to tell in the light where everything connected. Jayce pinched the largest of the plugs with the widest wire between his fingers, and took a chance plugging into one of the open ports.
The second it connected, the Machine Herald gasped and arched his spine, limbs still limp, knocking his forehead into Jayce's shoulder and pressing into his body where he was held.
"Hurts?" Jayce asked, voice just above his ear.
"Just—" the Herald breathed, "get on with it."
Jayce had to untwist the other two, fine black and red wires requiring a delicate touch. He slid his fingertips along the short length of the red wire until he reached the base of the plug, pulling gently to straighten it out.
There was no missing the shaky breath that left the Machine Herald, distorted though it was through his mask.
Jayce used his ring and pinky fingers to hold the other wires out of the way while he aimed for the closest port that looked like it might fit. It didn't connect, the heights mismatched, and he clicked his tongue as the Herald made a small noise at the contact.
"Sorry, let me just—" Jayce started, cutting himself off as he succeeded in plugging it in to his next choice, and the Machine Herald whimpered as his legs came back online, jerking his thigh between Jayce's legs up into him, knocking them flush together.
Jayce went still, assessing his position and the faint trembling in Viktor's legs, before settling his weight more fully into his lap and running his fingers through the back of Viktor's hair.
With his other hand, he brushed his fingertips across the loops of wiring slowly, the lightest stroke over the tops, before fiddling with the final unplugged wire between his fingers, just to feel Viktor's hips shift as he squirmed, feet scrabbling at the ground.
"What," he hissed through gritted teeth, "are you doing?"
"Wondering what the rest of these do," Jayce replied, tone warm as he applied pressure to the wires plugged in under his ring and pinky fingers, rubbing at the bundle gently and earning a choked moan.
He twirled the single wire between his pointer and middle fingers into a better position, and slotted the plug into the last open port, pressing it in with a soft click.
Viktor's hands shot to grip at Jayce's waist as soon as the connection was reestablished, his panting loud and crackling through his modulator. Jayce slowly pulled his fingers out from Viktor's neck, trailing both hands up to finger at the release latches on his mask. A light squeeze was all it took for the weight of the faceplate to fall into his hands, where he took it from between them and tossed it off to the side, before burying his fingers in Viktor's hair and kissing at his open mouth.
Viktor pressed one strong hand to the small of Jayce's back, the other gripping into the meat of his hip, kissing him back fervently while Jayce wrapped his arms around his shoulders and gripped at his hair.
Jayce rocked his hips in that sinful way of his, grinding into Viktor where he was hard beneath him. Viktor pulled away from Jayce's mouth, breaking the kiss to gasp while Jayce moved to lick hot stripes against the paneling at his jaw and down his neck.
He shoved his hands under Jayce's shirt, stroking broadly at his waist and back with the full spread of his hands. Jayce made a soft sound against his ear, and Viktor suddenly couldn't stand another moment of this man having clothes on.
He pulled leather straps out from buckles, pushing him back and pulling the cuirass off over him before making quick work of his gauntlets and gloves, shoving his face into the fur collar to bite and suck a mark into the delicate skin of his neck.
He pulled away to yank Jayce's shirt off, quickly returning to bite at his collarbones after throwing it aside, uncaring of where it landed. He tilted his head up and captured Jayce's plush bottom lip, sucking on it while he worked at the buckle on his wide leather belt, licking into his mouth when he pulled the accessory away from his hips and dropped it aside.
He undid the button and fly of Jayce's pants, then slid his hands down the back, gripping handfuls of his asscheeks and rolling their hips together, burying his face in his partner's chest.
"Take these off," Viktor breathed, hot and wet at the base of Jayce's throat. "Now. Before I tear them from you."
"Don't you dare," Jayce lifted himself up on his knees, pulling his pants down past his hips while he shuffled back just enough to give himself leg room and sit between Viktor's knees.
He leaned back and yanked off his boots, tossing them who knows where before hooking his thumbs in the band of his underwear and pulling everything off on the way down his legs, discarding the two pairs of clothing before pressing his thumb into the buckle below Viktor's navel to release the belted tassets.
As soon as Viktor was revealed, fully erect and wet at the tip, Jayce paused for a moment, like he couldn't decide how he wanted to start. Viktor made the decision for him, pulling him back into his lap, both men groaning at the velvet press of their lengths together. He grabbed Jayce's jaw with one hand and kissed him again.
Jayce unclasped the Machine Herald's cape with distracted hands, pushing the fabric off and down, running his hands along Viktor's back before trailing his fingertips back up to the still-open panel at his neck. Viktor growled as he began to tease at edges of the panel, ambient heat ghosting over the exposed wires. He couldn't help but whimper, chin tucking as Jayce's self-satisfied grin broke their kiss.
"You're sweet like this," he told him, wiggling the base of one of the wires, making him squirm and leak under him. Viktor bared his teeth, a strained and wicked grin as he palmed against Jayce's cock, wrapping his hand around it as he gasped at his touch.
"And you are insufferable as always," Viktor said, voice pitched low as he tugged at him, spreading precum down with every stroke.
"You— ah," Jayce started, stopping to rock into a particular twist of Viktor's wrist, before he twirled his fingertips in the wiring at the back of his neck as payback. "You want me so bad it— mmh, makes you look desperate."
"Are you even listening to yourself?" Viktor licked at the valley of his neck. "Fuck, where is the—"
"On my— on my belt in the, the— yeah," Jayce managed to get out as Viktor grasped at the pouch on the belt he had dropped to the side earlier, digging under the flap to feel around for the lube, not bothering to undo the clasp. He pulled out the bottle and wasted no time pumping a little onto his fingers behind Jayce's back.
"I'm not even going to ask why you have this," Viktor said with the faintess hint of real heat, fingers rubbing circles at his rim.
"Good. Don't," Jayce snapped back, impatient and rocking his hips, chasing sensation in either direction. Viktor took the opportunity to bite him hard, just for good measure, slipping in a fingertip as Jayce cried out at the sting of his teeth.
He worked him open in a familiar rhythm, while Jayce continued to pump his cock and toy with his wiring. It made it more than a little difficult to focus, but he needed to be inside him, to feel the supple flesh of his body give and shape around his augmented form.
Jayce gave a particularly hard tug to the base of one of his thicker wires, making Viktor moan out loud into his shoulder, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. Jayce whined as he pulled him fingers from him, but Viktor made sure he wouldn't stay empty for long. He gripped at Jayce's ass with one hand, holding him open, and lined up his tip with the other, pushing in as Jayce sank down, their breaths intermingling in the space between them.
He closed his eyes, rutting into the bliss, dick sinking in to the tight heat in increments, before finally bottoming out. When he opened them again, he was greeted by Jayce's vivid blue eyes, overflowing with affection.
After all this time. After everything he had done. Jayce still looking at him like something treasured made something stir deep in his chest, lingering emotion that he thought he had stamped out long ago.
He kissed Jayce, then, languid and deep, basking in his attention for a few moments more, before bracing his feet on the ground and thrusting into him, coaxing sweet noises from his throat and swallowing them whole.
Jayce gave up on the wires, for a while, instead bracing his hands on the wall or Viktor's shoulders, running his hands up and down his metal body. With those deft fingers out of his neck, Viktor could focus instead on making Jayce jump by lapping at his nipples, sucking them between his teeth and flicking at them with the tip of his tongue, relishing the feeling of Jayce writhing against him, and in the sounds of him, edging into pleas as he got closer to release.
When Jayce's thighs started to twitch and tremble in that telltale way, he reached back into the panel, his fingers tripping over the wires and tangling between them. Viktor threw his head back and moaned, Jayce begging please please fill me up show me I'm yours and kissing aimlessly at any part of Viktor he could reach. His staccato moans, signaling his rapidly approaching peak, were paired with a sudden grip on the wiring at the back of Viktor's neck, sending him over the edge at nearrly the same time he feels Jayce's walls flutter around him, followed by warm, slick sensation of Jayce's cum dripping down his front plating.
They were still for a moment, the only movement the heavy heave of their chests as the caught their breath, foreheads pressed into each other's shoulders, sweat cooling in a thin, tacky layer.
Eventually, Viktor nudged Jayce to pull off of him. He grumbled at having to move, and whimpered softly as he rose up on his knees enough for Viktor to slip from him, slick dripping down his thighs. He closed the panel on the back of Viktor's neck with a metallic snap before lowering himself back down. He looked in Viktor's eyes, and Viktor looked back.
"No one else could ever understand you like I do," Jayce murmured into the still air, quiet except for the strong and steady beat of his heart. Viktor smirked.
"No one else would ever dare to try."