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“Sir, with all due respect, this is… a task in which I am unfit for.”
Viktor stood before his mentor, leaning heavily on his cane; a habit formed when he became anxious or stressed, like his bad leg could feel the neurons in his brain crackling and burning the nerves connected to his anatomy like faulty wiring.
Heimerdinger chuckled, shaking his head. “Nonsense, my boy. I've seen it first hand — you can do anything you put your mind to.” He beamed with his usual positivity, searching through a box of bolts and cogs.
The man shook his head, slapping his hand on his thigh. “I am a scientist. I know science, not, not children.” He scoffed.
“Then it is a fine time to learn something new!” Heimerdinger pulled out a piece of machinery and waddled back over to whatever project the other was being left out of.
Viktor closed his eyes, running his fingers through his hair. “Isn't there any other way?”
“Ximena asked for you personally. Who am I to deny her that? Her boy has potential, and she is a dear friend.”
“Why can't you do it?” Viktor asked, having to take a seat. “Kids love you. And you aren't physically restricted.” He mumbled the last part.
Heimerdinger slapped his goggles on, grabbing a torch. “I've explained myself, Viktor. This is not an option. I'm sorry you dislike it.”
Viktor licked his lips, feeling defeated. He'd been at this for days and gotten nowhere. And he didn't necessarily want to push a man in such power too far, when he had such an important position alongside him — risking that would be pointless.
“Alright.”
“Wonderful! I've left notes of their location at your work station. And don't fret — Ximena will be back the next morning.”
Viktor furrowed his eyebrows. “It's overnight?”
“Precisely!” Heimerdinger sang, turning on the torch and drowning out any other sound.
With another huff, Viktor stood up and went to retrieve the information, knuckles white as he gripped his cane.
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The next morning, Viktor showed up at the Talis’ home. It was very homey and inviting in the soft winter snow, completely decked out from top to bottom in Christmas decorations.
Out of his academy clothes for once, he wore a comfy, warm cardigan and sweatpants. There was no need to dress up if he'd be playing and attempting to chase a kid around all day.
Viktor didn't know how he was going to get by. A young, rich child that would probably yell and make messes and pester him relentlessly for hours upon hours — it was hell and there was no escaping it.
He briefly considered purposely slipping on the ice outside and knocking himself out. Briefly. It made him chuckle, the idea of explaining something like that to a medical professional.
Viktor gently knocked on the front door.
There was a bit of a delay for an answer. Shuffling and muffled voices could be heard behind the miniscule barrier. Then, Ximena opened the door, greeting the young man with a big smile.
She looked lovely dolled up in a gorgeous dress with shiny earrings and dark makeup. The woman spread her arms out wide, pulling Viktor in for a hug.
“It's lovely to see you again,” she said, her voice full of genuine joy.
It was infectious, even to a bitter man as himself. He grinned, returning the hug. When they pulled away from each other, Jayce came running out of the house to latch onto his mother's leg.
Ximena sighed, trying to keep that smile on her face. It was obvious she had some stress on her plate, and it was a bigger helping than the excitement. “You'll have to excuse him. He isn't quite used to being without me just yet.”
Viktor didn't bother to look at the child. “It's alright, Miss Talis.”
The young boy looked up at this stranger, shuffling further behind his mother. She reached down to pat his head.
“I wish I could bring him with me, but…well. I could stay.” She mumbled.
Viktor wished she would, but he knew that wasn't the appropriate course of action.
“Heimerdinger insisted on my arrival. He spoke of how excited you were for this trip.” He mentioned.
Ximena nodded. “Yes. I suppose I just feel guilty.”
Finally, he looked down at the child. He clenched his jaw, witnessing his small hands naively grabbing his mom's thick, fishnet covered thigh.
Viktor shook his head. “Why don't we go inside momentarily? I can introduce myself properly to….erm….Jayce.”
With a smile, Ximena nodded, too overwhelmed by racing thoughts to consider that idea herself. They packed inside where it was much warmer and more relaxing.
She took a seat. Naturally, Jayce crawled up right beside her.
Viktor sat across from them, resting his cane in between his legs. He looked at the floor that was covered in toys. There were lots of little fake tools and trucks and small dolls.
“Jayce, this is Mister….Viktor.” She cleared her throat, embarrassed as to have forgotten his lack of a last name.
Trying to comfort the kid, Viktor gave his best smile. “Hi, Jayce.”
The boy softly kicked his feet, glancing at Viktor before looking away.
Ximena pat his back. “Sweetie, mama will only be gone for a little while. You can play with Viktor. He loves toys too, isn't that right?” She tried, looking at him with a desperation for help.
Viktor had always been good at lying. Manipulating.
“Absolutely,” he answered. “I see you have tools here. Perhaps we could build something. I'm a scientist, y'know.”
Jayce gasped, looking up. “Really?”
He nodded. “Which is your favorite?”
The boy hopped up, suddenly carefree about being next to Ximena.
Jayce picked up a small, plastic hammer. “This one!” He beamed, showing it to the man.
Viktor tilted his head. “Really? Why is that?”
“Cause! You can build stuff nd fight with it nd stuff!” He explained with a wide smile. Getting closer to Viktor, nearly between his legs, only blocked off by the cane, he shoved it in his face.
Jayce bounced. “One day, m gonna make a super big one.”
“Ah. What will you use it for?” He retreated a little.
As they spoke, a good distraction due to Jayce's continuous rambling, Ximena stood up and slowly made her way to the front door.
Viktor noticed from his peripheral vision. He gave her a sly nod as she carefully slipped away.
“And, and yeah. It's gonna be soooo cool.” He finally finished, breathing heavily.
“I bet.”
Now that they were alone, Viktor felt a mix of relief and distress. Performing as a good babysitter in front of a parent was difficult. Now he didn't have to try as hard. But, he'd still make an attempt. He didn't think being neglectful would help his case.
Jayce kneeled down to pick up a truck. He plopped down and ran it up Viktor's leg, making little sounds to mimic a running engine.
Viktor watched him, softly sighing. He didn't understand why he had to be up close and personal with him now, when a moment ago he was terrified to even look his way. There was a lot of space in this living room, too.
The boy hummed, dropping the toy. He looked around, whining. “Where's mama?”
Dammit. That barely lasted.
“She'll be back soon,” he reassured him, trying to use simple words to not overwhelm him, purposely not mentioning just how long she'd be away.
Jayce pouted, little tears forming in his big eyes. “Mm. I want mama.”
Viktor clenched his jaw. “I know. Why don't you show me the rest of your toys?”
“Hmph… okay.”
For the next hour, Jayce grabbed every toy he possessed and explained its use and importance in great (incompressible) detail. Over the course of that time, he calmed down and accepted that Ximena would be gone for now.
He liked Viktor. He let him talk all he wanted and quietly listened. His mother was usually too busy for that, although she always tried to find the time.
Jayce touched Viktor's cane, running his hand down it. “Why do you have this?”
Viktor knew it was just the innocent curiosity of a child, but the question disturbed him. He didn't enjoy thinking about it, let alone talking about it.
“It aids me to walk properly.”
“Oh.” He tilted his head. “I thought only old people had canes. Are you old?”
Viktor rolled his eyes. “How old are you, Jayce?”
“I'm eight!”
“That is a good age. I'm twenty four.”
Jayce started touching the other's sweatpants, rubbing his hands over the soft fabric. “That's a big number.” He mumbled.
Brows furrowed, Viktor sort of swatted his hands away.
He pouted. His hands returned.
Viktor shoved his hands off. “That is enough.”
Jayce stomped. “Up!”
“I'm not picking you up. Have you eaten?” He attempted another distraction.
He stomped harder. “Not hungry. Mmm!”
Whining like a spoiled brat, he forced past Viktor's cane and crawled up in his lap.
Viktor grimaced, pushing him off as he raised to a standing position. “Jayce, that is inappropriate. Stop it.” He snapped.
As Jayce got himself off of the floor, tears once again filled his eyes. This time they fell as he let out a loud sob.
He was definitely a cry baby.
The man's face softened. He felt a little guilty.
Guilty for being mean. Guilty for how wet he was becoming in the presence of this child. Guilty for not letting him sit in his lap because he didn't know what he'd do.
There were many reasons he didn't want to take this job. And this impulse, this sick, twisted desire buried deep within him was number one.
Viktor slowly approached him, kneeling down. “I'm…sorry. Please do not cry.”
Jayce wailed, hitting his pudgy thighs with tiny fists. It was easy to grab his arm and put a stop to it.
“Come here. I apologize.” He spoke carefully, spreading his arms, cane still in one hand.
With a barrier of hesitance, Jayce looked at him through blurred lenses. He took a deep, shaky breath, crying a little less now as he crawled into Viktor's arms, burying his face into his chest.
He could feel his soft, damp face pressing against his small breasts. It sent a chill down his spine. Viktor wrapped his arms around him, rubbing soothing circles into his back.
After letting him cry it out, Jayce pulled back first, looking up at him.
He was pretty. Bright eyes, pudgy cheeks, full lips. He had all of his baby fat, really. The redness of his skin and glistening tears enhanced everything about him.
No child had ever appealed to him as much as this one. Then again, he'd never been alone with a child since he started to have these thoughts, fighting against himself.
Viktor had to look away. He stood up, offering his hand out. “Let's get you something to drink.”
Jayce led him to the kitchen. He picked out a juice box. Although he was perfectly capable of doing it on his own, he made Viktor punch the straw through the film.
They sat on the couch and talked. Jayce played with his toys some more. He asked Viktor to stand outside the bathroom when he went to relieve himself. Viktor read some of his notes to him that he'd brought from the lab. They played together; mostly using the adult as a racing course. Jayce showed him his room and everything in it.
Soon enough, it was dark outside. Jayce didn't appear very tired, though.
Viktor had stripped himself of his cardigan. He was still in the same spot on the couch, sipping on a drink of his own.
Jayce came running from his room, shirtless and in little boxer briefs. His tummy slightly stuck out over the band of his clothes.
His body looked so soft, untouched by the world. Viktor squeezed the arm rest, nails digging into fine leather.
“Where are your jammies?” Jayce asked, drumming on his knee.
Viktor chuckled, setting his mug of coffee down. “These are my pajamas.”
Jayce shook his head. “Nuh uh. You wore that all day long.” He pointed.
“Well, I suppose I forgot mine.”
“Oh.” Jayce's face was painted with focus. Then he snapped his fingers. “You can match me!”
Viktor froze. Even the idea of it made his stomach twist into dreadful knots.
“I can't, I'm afraid.”
“Why not?”
“Uhmm…I get cold easily.” He partially lied. Sure, he did run cold, but it was toasty in here from the blasting heat.
Jayce tried crawling into his lap again. Viktor sighed, moving his cane to allow him up. He didn't want to deal with another crying spell after everything had been going so good for so long.
The boy started touching. He grabbed Viktor's face, giggling. “You're not cold.”
He swallowed hard. “No…I'm not.”
“Get comfy!” Jayce whined. Why he was so insistent on the matter, Viktor didn't know.
“What if I am cozy, hm?”
“You can't be cozy in clothes you wore all day, my mama told me that.”
Viktor tilted his head. He looked down at his little chest and nipples, the urge to poke and prod at them running through his head. Sharply, he inhaled, closing his eyes.
“Well, if I do that then you have to get off my lap.”
Jayce whined once again. God, he was needy. Then he grabbed the hem of the man's shirt and started to pull it up.
“Jayce — “ he began, softly tugging it back down. “Didn't we say that was inappropriate?”
“Sorry..” he hung his head, playing with his fingers.
Viktor licked his lips, resting his head on the back of the couch. He looked around the house, making sure all of the blinds were shut. He'd already locked everything up. He'd hear the rattle of the door knob.
No. He wasn't going to do anything. (He was.) He wasn't. All he was doing was making the kid happy and shutting him up.
He mumbled to himself and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.
Jayce looked up, smiling. And as expected, his face morphed into an expression of confusion. You could see the gears turning.
Viktor looked just as any boy or man would, minus the small pair of puffy tits on his chest. His nipples were a pretty pink and always presented hard.
“Happy?” He asked.
It was like Jayce couldn't hear him. Entranced by the display at hand, he reached forward.
Viktor moved to stop him. Then he hesitated. Then he stopped.
Was he really giving in to these urges so easily? Where was his composure and self control? For years he'd been able to resist, even though he knew what went on in the brothels down in Zaun. How easy it would be for him to find a child whore.
He had access to the porn and the real thing and Viktor refused to touch any of it in fear of his sickness spreading further.
But now, with such a perfect opportunity in front of him — it was as if his brain had become something new. Logic and guilt and righteousness were left behind somewhere else.
And Viktor thought he deserved this. He woke up every day in agony, fumbling to even got himself dressed. He worked underneath someone, always underneath someone else, and his dreams were muted for the idea of safety. Everything he presented was shut down in the pursuit of the greater good.
He was tired of it.
Right now he was in complete control. He didn't have to listen to anything. He didn't have to do what was ‘right’.
It was obvious Jayce wanted it, too. Begging to see his body and looking at him like that. It really wasn't that bad.
His tiny palm brushed over his breast. He poked it, then squeezed. The man let out a small noise.
Jayce retracted his hand. “‘M sorry.”
“It's okay.” He breathed, shifting in his seat. “You can touch them.”
Viktor took hold of his wrists, guiding them back to his breasts. He bit down on his bottom lip as Jayce played with them, unintentionally massaging them. He pawed like a dog, fingers continuously brushing over his nipples.
“Are you okay?” His little voice questioned.
“Yes,” he chuckled. “I'm okay.”
“Will you touch mine?” Jayce asked, full of curiosity.
Viktor grinned. He stroked the boy's cheek with the back of his hand. “Are you sensitive there?”
“I dunno.” He looked away, bashful.
“We'll find out, won't we?”
He brushed his thumb over one of Jayce's nipples to experiment. The boy gasped. Viktor took that as a sign to continue. He pinched his nipple between his index finger and thumb, just like he wanted to.
Jayce whimpered, trying to grab at Viktor's bare torso.
“How does that feel?” He questioned, voice as sweet and thick as honey.
“Uhm..mm…funny.”
Viktor squeezed harder, watching as the kid's face twisted up. He yelped, shaking his head. “Ow! Ow ow!”
The man's lips curled into a sinister smile. He let go, offering him some relief. “I'm sorry. Here,” he said, then leaned down to wrap his lips around the boy's tiny nipple.
Jayce gasped, tugging at his hair while Viktor swirled his tongue in circles. He suckled and nipped at it for a little while before leaning back, humming.
Then, of course, Jayce crawled further up his stomach and copied the man. He took Viktor's nipple in his mouth, suckling on it like a little baby.
Viktor pet his head. “That feels good.” He muffled a moan, rolling his head back. “Good boy, Jayce.”
Jayce instinctively grinded his hips against the other's thigh, trying to get friction on his pathetic cock. He cried out against his breast and pulled away when it became too much, spit running down his chin while he gasped.
The pair stared at one another, breathing heavily.
The realization of his actions kicked in. Viktor grabbed the boy's waist to keep him still. “Stop.”
“Why?” Jayce whined, making poor attempt to resume that friction.
“This is wrong. Your mother — she can't know about this. I can't….”
Jayce furrowed his eyebrows, obviously confused. That was odd. His mom never made him stop.
“I won't tell mama.” He licked his wet, pouty lips. “She doesn't really like sharing, I don't think.”
Viktor paused. “Sharing?”
Jayce nodded. “Me n mama always play like this.”
There was a deep, eerie air that slipped into the house through the cracks of fragile morality.
It all made sense now. Why a child like this would be so persistent to touch and feel and cross boundaries they haven't yet been introduced to.
“Your mother has touched you?” Viktor breathed.
Jayce nodded. “She said it's my re…respon…mm…responsibility.” He forced out, stuck on the word.
Viktor grabbed the boy and pulled him up to his face. “Do you kiss mama?”
“Mhm.”
The man grabbed a fistful of his hair before pressing their lips together. He gave him the courtesy of being gentle at first, working him into opening his mouth so Viktor could shove his tongue inside.
He placed his lanky hand on Jayce's tiny bulge, rubbing his palm against it.
Jayce whimpered into his mouth, grabbing onto his face. He was pretty good at kissing back from all his previous experience, yet still struggled to stay coordinated.
Viktor pulled back to allow him some air. His cheeks were dusted with a soft pink as he shyly smiled.
“Does that feel good?” He asked, pressing his hand against him a little firmer.
Jayce bit his bottom lip. “Uh huh.”
Viktor lightly kissed along his jaw and neck as he slipped his hand in his boxers to grab his tiny cock. It was pathetic, perked up and useless.
He took it between his index finger and thumb, slowly moving back and forth.
Jayce let out a sweet moan, now clinging to Viktor's shoulders.
“I bet you cum so fast.” He spoke so filthy, it made him blissfully sick.
“No-no…I can hold it.”
Viktor grinned. “Hmm. Come here.”
He readjusted their position so Jayce was back in his lap with the man's hand still deep in his boxers. He forced Jayce's mouth back on his breast as he got him off.
Viktor began to move his hand at a faster pace, just watching the other's face. He rubbed his back with his free hand, laughing at the way he trembled from the stimulation.
“Such a good boy, Jayce.”
Jayce made a questionable sound before he gasped, crying out as he pathetically came over Viktor's hand.
He pulled it out. There was barely anything there. Viktor wiped it on his pants.
“Get off my lap.”
Dazed, Jayce obeyed and crawled down. He watched Viktor sit up, removing his sweatpants and boxers together, tossing them in the couch.
Viktor spread his legs in a seductive manner, looking down at the child as he leaned back in his seat.
“It's only polite to return the favor. Aren't you hungry?” He teased, laughing louder as Jayce nearly tripped while rushing between his legs.
Although he was short, he still had to get on his knees to be eye level with Viktor's wet, aching cunt.
He didn't hesitate. But God, he was sloppy. Lapping all over like a curious puppy, huffing his scent while Viktor just let him.
Viktor's clit stood out, hard and throbbing. When Jayce finally gave it some attention, the man tugged at his hair, letting out a soft moan.
“There you go. Right there, Jayce.” He encouraged.
Jayce eagerly licked and sucked at the swollen appendage, whining whenever his hair was pulled from the sting.
His cheeks and chin and lips glistened with arousal as he pulled back for a breath.
Viktor took the opportunity to stand up. He, once again, pulled him up by his hair. Standing, he was the perfect height to shove his face back into the man's cunt.
“Suck it, kid.” Viktor moaned. He obeyed, wrapping his lips around his clit and sucking it like it was a nipple.
It was a painfully good sensation. His stomach twisted as he looked down to see the little boy looking up at him, chunky hands on his thighs.
Viktor started to rock his hips back and forth, practically fucking his face. He held his head in place as he rutted against his face, tossing his head back as he moaned again, unable to grasp his he could be so wet from this.
“Fuck,” he grunted as Jayce whimpered, tapping him to signal his need for a break.
Reluctantly, he gave it to him. Several trails of spit and fluids connected them to each other.
Jayce licked his lips, huffing. Viktor cupped his cheek. “Are you alright?”
He nodded. Then went back to business.
Viktor's thighs twitched as he hunched over a little, using his cane for support. He whined this time as Jayce started to experiment and swirl his tongue around.
He didn't usually cum fast. It was something he liked to pride himself on, as a well known past whore of the academy. His hookups were always impressed with him.
But something about getting the one thing he never thought he'd even be able to dream of getting, was driving him crazy. Everything about it was so wrong and provocative and disgusting and it made Viktor so unbelievably horny.
“You're gonna make me cum, Jayce,” he groaned, quickening the pace of his hips. As he did so, Jayce struggled to breath. He tapped and clawed at his thighs but Viktor refused to stop.
Obscene squelching noises filled the room along with Viktor's moans that were growing in frequency and volume.
“Ohh, fuuuck,” he moaned. Jayce's eyes were starting to roll into the back of his head. Viktor stared at him.
His orgasm ran through his body like a train, causing him to jerk and shake. A gush of liquid covered the boy's face and filled his throat.
After he came, he let go. Jayce fell to the ground, desperately gasping for air. Tears streamed down his face as he coughed.
“Chlapce, který byl předurčen k tomu, aby se stal děvkou.” Viktor mumbled, watching him struggle.
When Jayce was able to steady his breathing properly, he looked up at Viktor, now a little perturbed.
Viktor took his seat. “What?” He asked, digging through his pants pocket. “Have you never played with your mother like that?”
Jayce shook his head, legs shaking as he pulled himself up.
A cigarette was placed between Viktor's lips. He flicked his lighter and lit in, taking a deep inhale before blowing out all the smoke.
“Did you like it?”
There was a bit of hesitance. “I…think so. Hurt.”
Viktor chuckled. He pat his lap. He had to help Jayce this time, basically pulling him up himself.
“You can't do that inside. Mama said so.”
“Well, your mother isn't here, is she?” Viktor taunted, wiping his face.
Jayce sniffled. “No. She's not.”
“That leaves us much more time to play.”