Brad doesn't seem to mind how close Viktor is, now how much they're touching. He lets Viktor be, and he smiling as he falls asleep.
Brad is, unfortunately, a late sleeper though. So the next morning, Viktor will have to crawl out of their sleeping embrace. Brad won't make his way out of the bedroom until nearly 10 am unless he's purposefully woken up. But hey, at least he didn't snore? He's not a terrible bed partner.]
[Viktor is the worse bed mate between the two of them. He fidgets and adjusts and turns over constantly, stretches and contracts, grumbles and mutters. Basically everything short of snoring. Still, with Brad so firm and warm in his bed, Viktor can actually find some rest. Much better rest than his usual actual.
It reminded him of when he was sneaking into the Academy. When he didn't want to travel all the way back to the undercity and risk drawing attention to his deception. He could usually find some young man of Piltover willing to keep him in his bed or on his couch for the night. Not even all that often for sex, just a friendly or convenient favor, an exchange for help completing some project or assignment. Viktor was always crafty with that sort of thing. Good at overstaying his welcome.
And sometime it had gone along with a fling. How times did change... now all he thought about was his work. He nuzzles into Brad's arms and while he woke up, briefly, at his more usual time... the feeling of being held lulled him back to some much needed sleep. The debt he's in from so many long nights in the lab, followed by early mornings right back, is incalculable.
It is around 10am that the phone by his desk is rattling, a direct line from his apartment to the lab that he'd designed so he could be reached even off his usual hours. The noise does startle him awake, but then he's double startled to find himself so buried into another man's chest, held so securely in his arms-
Brad could probably beat him to picking it up, Viktor needs to shake off the stun he woke up to]
[Bradley is at least big enough that he can't be shoved around too badly in bed. He can sleep through most anything besides being thrown out of bed entirely.
A phone, however, that wakes him up immediately. A phone call in the morning usually means hunting needs to be done, and answering the call is an automatic reflex by now.
He doesn't get out of bed to answer it though. He just holds up a hand and flicks his wrist, and the phone floats right over to him. Such a display of magic for such a mundane thing. Then he takes it in hand and answers groggily, with a throat dry from sleep.]
Yeah?
[He's expecting to hear Akira on the other end. He is about to realize what a horrible mistake he's made.]
[The stun of waking up to find 1) Bradley was not a mere dream and 2) he is so tangled up in the very real man and 3) he is demonstrating casual magic right before Viktor's eyes is a lot to shake off. He watches Bradley hover the phone over and then grasp it, pulling it to his ear to answer,
His voice is so clearly nothing like Viktor's. Viktor is the only person to have every answered that phone, so the absolutely indignant sound of Jayce's voice when he responds "Who is this? Where is Viktor- Answer me-" is what catches Viktor up with everything. He reaches both hands to claw the phone receiver out from Bradley's clutches and pull it to respond with haste and sternness,]
Well. He's awake now- it seems phone calls wake him right up with no complaints, for some reason- but he'll stay right here and listen in on Viktor's conversation. Must be one of Viktor's co-workers, given the time of day. People with day jobs go to work long before now, and they're suckers for it.
He will whisper to Viktor though, just to confirm his thoughts.]
[Jayce seems stunned silent on the other side for a moment, before collecting himself,
"... I was just checking up on you. You're usually in by now. Are you... feeling alright? Someone is with you?"
Jayce definitely hears Brad's whispered question, Viktor shh-shhing at him before responding more firmly,]
As well as I can be, Jayce. Don't worry. I-... I will be in as soon as I can. ["-You don't have to. You can take time off if you need-"]
-I will be in. Soon. Just give me time.
["... Alright."
Viktor holds his breath as he pushes the phone back to it's receiver, struggling to reach out from where he was still laid out on the bed to hand it up. He finally sighs when it's done, long and leading to an eventual cough he fights to cover with his hand,]
With the call done, Brad finally lets go of Viktor and rolls over to sit up. He pulls his boots on and stands up before slipping his coat on. That's when he notices the crutch by where his stuff had been.]
Need this?
[He heard that cough earlier, and that combined with the brace and crutch don't paint a good picture for Viktor's health. Brad is already running through spells in his mind that might help with that, but he comes up short. Healing has never been his strong suit, and it would take someone like the Curseworker to meaningfully help Viktor's life in any way. Brad will hold off on saying anything about that right now though, since it's better to not pile all of that on Viktor right now.
Instead, once the crutch situation is sorted, Brad is going to go be nosy and see what Viktor has in his kitchen. Breakfast is always important, and today is no exception.]
I can give you a ride to work if you need one too.
[Brad gets himself up and out of bed quickly, so Viktor attempts to follow suit. He sits up and swings his own legs over the edge of the mattress, though cannot stand so easily. There is a leg brace he pulls over to himself and begins to latch into place. The crutch is taken when offered, with a nod of thanks, and set within reach for when he's ready for it.
Should he change his clothes, shower, anything like that? Sure, but he's already late. It isn't like they worked up a sweat, anyways. Just... slept. Peacefully. He watches Brad raid his kitchen set up while he's fiddling the brace on,]
A ride on what, might I ask? Because if it is magic, you better not do so in public. This is Piltover and you'll start a riot. The people here... they are afraid of mages. [Not Viktor though, nothing much frightens him]
Ah, so it's like the East then, got it. Guess we won't be flying in on any brooms then.
[Brad can quickly make toast and eggs at least, to make some kind of a sandwich. Any ingredients Viktor doesn't have on hand Brad will just magically summon to the kitchen (teleported from Nero's kitchen, which will cause the chef to have a fit later, but that's not Brad's problem right now).]
A cab then?
[Brad doesn't usually ride in cars, as he prefers methods he has control over. But he has made exceptions in the past on trips to the Eastern region of his country, as they are strictly anti-magic there too. Not that he could blend in with humans there anyway, everyone in the East knows who he is and most barely tolerate him. There's a reason he only goes there to fight darkspawn.]
It is only across the plaza from here. I will walk. [Viktor tightens the last strap on his brace to punctuate, before adjusting the crutch to lift himself up. It is good for him, to keep as active as he can in his health.
He crosses to the kitchen space and stands, watching Brad rummage for breakfast. Viktor is stocked with the basics the man is looking for; bread, butter, eggs, salt, pepper. Nothing more complicated or involved than that. Even just those things... they were such luxuries where he grew up.]
... a broom sounds like a rather undignified method of transportation, if I'm being honest. [that can't be real, that's childhood storybook stuff]
Now see, that's where your inexperience is foolin' you. Riding brooms is awesome.
[Not that he could take Viktor for a broom ride around here, but he sticks that thought away in the back of his mind. Should the opportunity arise, he will be prepared.
He finishes one of his toast and egg sandwiches and shoves it in his mouth while he works to finish Viktor's. Once he's done, he'll hand over Viktor's sandwich then start eating his own. It's not much, but it serves it's purpose.]
[Everytime Brad opens his mouth it causes 100 more questions. So, when he stuff it with a sandwich, Viktor feels some relief. He moves beside him to take the offered sandwich once his own is done. Feeding himself as the guest before the host is something Viktor would have insisted on anyways, so it slips by him as a power move... just seems like correct manners to him,]
Why, are you worried I won't make it? Or are you just looking for an excuse to tag along?
Not one to be left at home like a sad puppy, I see... [a joke, but also that would be the vibe, wouldn't it? Except Viktor is certain this mage would not keep to himself. He'd either be roaming around the city unsupervised... or follow after Viktor. Which is preferable?
Moreso the latter, indeed. Viktor bites into his toasts, chews, and swallows before answering further.]
The work I do is held in the strictest of confidence. I cannot simply invite you in on tour... but if you are my new muscle, to move things about for me, e-e-eh... [he make a yes-no wave of a gesture. It would be a shoddy excuse, but if he kept Brad to his office and the common areas, there shouldn't be much fuss made. He takes another bite of toast,]
[The way Viktor just doesn't react to hearing Brad was once in prison is astonishing. He just chews his toast and considers that like it's any kind of small talk.
Who in the Undercity hadn't caught a case, after all? Viktor nearly did, impersonating a student in the Academy... it was only be good grace that he amused and impressed Councilor Heimerdinger with his antics and skill.]
That is a humorous notion. Trying to keep a man who teleports when he sneezes locked up, I mean.
[Viktor swiftly finishes his toast and eggs as Brad speaks. He eats quick, habitually taking very little time because there are better things to do with those precious seconds... but also because that's how he grew up. If you didn't eat everything you were given, and quick, then someone would take it.]
A felon and a mage, sheltered in my own bed no less. Described like that, you're a true terror to the people here. [He straightens up and gets his crutch beneath him, moving towards the door. Viktor grabs his coat and slides it on, before slipping his shoes on,]
We can keep all that a secret between us. How should we have met, if either of us are asked?
The hired muscle isn't such a bad idea. Just say you need another pair of hands around your lab, and that's what I'm here for.
[He's certainly strong enough for it, even without his magic.]
As for how we met? Well, that co-worker of yours is already assuming we fucked, so you could say we met at a bar.
[He worded it like that specifically to fluster Viktor. But yeah, the "I boned him and now he's my lab assistant" seems like the path that will get the least prying questions asked, because everyone else would be too embarrassed to ask about it.]
[Flustering Viktor is... quite difficult. He's also taking the idea of decent cover story seriously. People would talk like that. He contemplates with a focused look on his face,]
Playing into a more scandalous angle would detour further prying. [Brad meant to fluster him, instead he just made Viktor scheme more thoughtfully,]
Eh, it is too unlike me, Jayce would see right through it. Picked you up at a bar... no. Picked you up from a gutter? Perhaps... [Viktor does have a soft spot for those in need, so that's more in his character than trying to pick a man up for sex]
That will do, yes. [Viktor gestures for Brad to follow along with him, ready to go out and hurry along as he promised his co-worker. Going outside reveals a lush courtyard, Viktor's apartment on the lowest floor of a nice complex, just across from the Academy. Professor and scientist accommodations, nothing as nice as the major families of Piltover had, but still swanky for what they were. The city is truly gorgeous, everything paved and plastered and painted cleanly.
To find a man drunk in the gutter here would look odd. Definitely not impossible or even improbable, just odd against the pristine backdrop of such an affluent place. He locks the door behind them and begins his usual walk out of the complex and through to the plaza. Once they enter a space with more people, Viktor seems to get recognized rather often, though never stopped.]
[For their whole walk there, Brad is a good hired muscle man. He doesn't cast a single spell, not even little ones like a locking spell or anything, and he tries his best not to show how interested he is in the lab. Actual work sounds boring, but the thought of getting rid of his curse is enough to keep him on board.
Brad actually hums as they walk along, keeping a slow pace so he's right by Viktor the whole time. Brad's magically-inclined mind is already thinking of ways to help Viktor move faster, but he keeps those thoughts to himself in this anti-magic city. It's best if he just looks like an odd companion and nothing more. He won't try to strike up conversation here, instead leaving any potential hellos for Viktor to deal with.
The walk is quick though, and soon they're at the academy. As soon as they're through the doors, Brad takes a few steps forward so he can take in the view. It sure is something, especially to someone who never went to school.]
So this is where you work?
[Brad, thinking Viktor works for the whole building.]
[Viktor would say he works for the whole city, so his answer is nonchalant,]
Yes, impressive, isn't it? A true monolith. [there is some wryness in there, something about it clearly not sitting fully right with Viktor. There is hubris and privilege to such monuments, even if they are places of work. Good work, even, or so he likes to think of his Hextech dream...
Viktor will not show him deep into the facility, opting to go to his own more public facing office rather than the lab. He walks in and hears the phone ringing already, trying to get to it quickly to answer, but missing it. A huff as he redials...]
I just got in. There is work for me at my own office and I have a... guest. Helping me today. [right, their cover-] If you need anything moved about, I can send him to assist. He should be plenty capable.
[The comment makes Viktor's eyes go wide a moment before he rolls them, smirking,]
... On second thought, I really shouldn't send him anywhere unsupervised. We will remain in the office. Call me with any questions.
[He hangs up, quickly, so Brad isn't getting any more quips in.]
Do you find this so amusing? People talk. [judging from the lingering quirk to Viktor's expression, his quietly bemused tone, it doesn't actually bother him. He's just... surprised that a man like Brad would lean in to far to the ruse.]
Keep your best parts to yourself, won't you? I have work to do.
[Viktor dismisses that, but his smirk speaks to his general amusement with Brad. He moves towards the central desk, littered with various stacks of papers and odd tools, but the chaos is organized. Somewhat. Seems Viktor has pulled many the items in here he no longer has a need for and just left them around because, well, they're a hassle for him to lug in and out.
He's about to delegate such a task when a coughing fit catches him. It's severe enough his manners aren't really on the mind to cover it, instead gripping the table with both hands just to not fall over from the force of it. Several long, wheezing coughs later and he seems to collect himself. Bleary eyes, he's simple glad to see he didn't hack blood onto his notes this time...]
[Whatever silly comment he had been about to make, it slips right out of his mind when he sees Viktor coughing. This is far more than a cold a dust cough too, with how long and severe it is.
Without realizing it, he moves over to Viktor and gently places a hand against his back to steady him.]
Need some water?
[He won't ask if Viktor is alright, because clearly he isn't.]
[He is far from alright and he's glad to not be asked about it. Too much to explain, too self pitying a tale to tell. Viktor can't afford to let his health stand in the way of his goals and ambitions.
That doesn't mean he can't look after himself when he should-]
That-.... y, yes. Please. [he's disoriented for the moment so the hand against his back is appreciated to ground him. There should be a table with fresh water and glasses for guests set out in the office,]
[For a moment he's about to raise his hand to get a glass of water via magic, but he thinks better of it and just walks over to get it. Then he brings it over to Viktor and sets it on the table near him.]
Here, this'll help.
[He knows he can't do much else to help either. He's just not that good at healing magic. There's others on his team that could do something, but they're thousands of miles away.]
[Viktor steadies himself out from a lesser fit of coughing, clears his throat as much as he can, then hastily drinks a couple gulps of that provided water. The last mouthful he swishes around and spits back into it, sneering that it's tinged with blood. He pours that out into a nearby potted plant, which was already dead from whatever tests he'd been running... couldn't hurt it, now.]
Thank you. [said curtly, not because Brad annoyed him in any way, but he's frustrated at the state of himself. He needs to find his own solution-
That doesn't mean a mage couldn't help. Even if just- maybe, give him more time-]
... I've heard of magic being used to heal, but I always presumed it was... wishful thinking. Fairy tales. Is there any truth to that?
[He should have expected this question. It's a natural thought after seeing the things a wizard is capable of. Brad doesn't have great news for Viktor, but Viktor deserves an honest answer.]
Healing does exist, but it's the riskiest kind of magic out there and really shouldn't be done except by experts. Like, I can heal a broken bone or a cut, but more complex healing than that could be deadly or worse if I try.
[He's guessing Viktor's health problems do not originate from a stab or broken bone, so.]
That said, someone on my team actually does specialize in healing magic, and could make a lot more of an impact than I could.
That is what I suspected. Spare me the moment of wishful thinking and forget it.
[What ails Viktor is complex and has only compounded with time. Various problems, difficult to pinpoint and diagnose. The end result is the same. He will not live a full life at this rate. He will not accomplish what he set out to do, for himself or for others.]
It is not your problem to solve. If you would, please sort through those books stacked at the end of my desk. They are color coded to their place on the shelves. [it would be nice to have them back where they belong, instead of haphazardly thrown about. Viktor needs to sit down and pour over his notes on the Hexcore and its most recent activity.]
Guess so. It'll only be my problem to solve if it's asked of me.
[He's shrugging it off, basically, but leaving the door open to come back to it if Viktor changes his mind. Brad could take Viktor to his team's headquarters and talk to the healing specialist, should he ever want to try. But even that isn't guaranteed.
At the direction, Brad moves to the stack of books and begins sorting them. This would be trivial with his magic, but he's committing to the bit and doing it manually.]
...I've seen stuff like that before. Up in the North, where both food and light were scarce. You eke out a life on the fringes of civilization, and it catches up with you over time.
[He should know, several of his human siblings died from such illnesses.]
[Viktor will remember that, the agreed upon dismissal without shunning the idea outright. Perhaps, if he gets truly desperate- No. No, no, he should figure this out for himself. No easy way out. (As if being traveled potentially to the opposite end of the world just for a chance is easy...)
He sits and listens to Brad relate with him. The north, huh?]
It is like that here. Piltover is a gleaming, beautiful monument, but it was built from the blood of its Undercity. I grew up there, and it was just as you said, with all things scarce. [the most important being clean air]
[He nods. It's always the scarcities that hurt people.]
With us it was the lack of sunlight. We only got a few hours a day in winter, and we never had the right foods to make up for not getting enough sun. Me 'n my gang got by on the stuff we stole from rich people, but not everybody was lucky enough to get an orange.
[Also, wizards are just naturally hardier. Bradley would have been fine regardless.]
Who would've thought starvation and not enough sunlight would be harmful, right?
Ch.... who could ever guess? [Viktor muses softly, reading his papers and taking some stray notes. He wants to ask Brad more about magic, about being a mage, but this is not the place. Anybody could walk in or just listen through the door if they were curious enough.
And he's sure word has gotten around that he brought this strange, attractive man in with him. After running late. Rumors always get around, the more novel and scandalous the quicker spread,]
... could you come look at some symbols for me? [he speaks more quietly, to signal that Brad should not say too loudly if he does understand the Wild Runes that Viktor had transcribed from the hexcore, the byproduct reactions of making demands of the Arcane... maybe a Mage knows how they function,]
[He is just putting away the last book when Viktor calls him over, so he slides that one back on the shelf and heads over to the desk to look at the runes. From the way he pauses, it's very easy to tell that yes, he recognizes those symbols.]
Yeah, it's, uh...
[Hmm. Can he even mention it? Whatever, he holds his hand out as if to say "hand me a pen".]
I mean, they could just be their own thing. But they kinda look like letters, don't they? It could be some old language.
[Meanwhile he scrawls out a circular design, then circles certain points on the circle where they match up with the runes. Viktor is smart, Bradley figures that he can make the connection between the runes and the circles.]
[He cannot see what, though, he does not know the hidden meaning they are trying to convey to him. Looking over the circle that Brad drew, Viktor draws his own beneath it. Not fully the same, but quite similar,]
That is a Hextech rune. It gives precise instruction and channels the arcane through it. We thought it perfectly reliable, from our years of testing. Only recently has it begun to show signs of... disobedience.
Well yeah, you've got a high power output with like no stabilization to it.
[They were dancing around it but Brad will just come out and say it. So much for not acting like a mage.
He will take the pen again and draw a similar design, but with a couple sets of double-lines here and there.]
Try that one. That should keep the output stable while still keeping the same strength. But how are you getting this to work at all? Are you using a mana stone as a power source or something?
[Victor watches the tweek to his rune and it seems to just click with him. Immediate recognition of what was wrong, made clear to him. Emphasis on the wrong syllable. Like he's speaking a language he's only ever read. A patient listener would know what he's trying to say, but perhaps tease him for it.
He stands with an enthusiasm fueled by sudden understanding. With a quick pivot, he moves to the phone and he hastily dials,]
I need- yes, hello, it is Viktor- I need... to have the lab cleared for me. I will be up soon. [he has to be sure no active experiments are happening, but then, he's already walking out the door, a man on a mission!]
Wait here. I will bring it back for you. L, look through my notes. If I have made further errors please correct them. [his haste has a certain lively determination to it, he's going to leave and return having smuggle out a Hex Gemstone... if Brad can stay still with his task in the meanwhile. He won't find all that many errors from Viktor, seems he's been very diligent on the whole.]
[He'll bring 'it' back, will he? It might be time to cast a few spells, if only to stabilize whatever is going on. But that's a problem for ten minutes from now, Bradley is just going to sit at Viktor's desk and look over the notes.]
Will do!
[There's not that many errors in the notes, they mostly need stabilizing, but they don't account for the source of the energy and Viktor is going to have to explain that to him. Magic circles are easy as a wizard, since the power source is oneself. The runes needed to make the magic flow feel like second nature. For a human to apply this logic to an outside source...Viktor sure is smart, isn't he?
Alongside the notes, Brad draws a few more runes that might end up being helpful. One for auto-targeting, with interchangeable bits labeled "non-magical", "magical", and "darkspawn". One for making effects less visible. And a final one that's just labeled "killswitch".
[Viktor doesn't travel fast, but he is focused and not willing to humor any distractions there and back. Do a few assistants attempt? Of course, but he's not slowing for any of them. If a question cannot be answered while moving, it must not be that urgent. He waves them away before going into the lab, looting one of the precious, polished gemstones they worked so tirelessly to stabilize, and pocketing it. Something that would have been unspeakably dangerous with the uncut rocks at they occurred naturally. Prone to explosion, the only reason Jayce and Viktor ever met... the reason all this started.
When he returns, Viktor locks the office door behind him. Pulling a device over, one with a central basket claw to place the stone inside, he produces the hex gemstone to slot in. Runes spin and align, drawing power from the core in demonstration,]
... this is our power source. What did you ask for? A mana crystal? [that's what this is, isn't it? But they've refined it with their technology, a mixture of natural magic and learned science.]
[The first thing he's doing when Viktor returns is casting a soundproofing spell on the room. That should keep prying ears from listening in on their conversation, especially if Viktor remembered to lock the door.
Brad visibly perks up when he sees the hex crystal. He definitely knows what that is, yep.]
Oh hey, that's a natural-growing mana stone! I'm amazed you got that to work at all, those things are notoriously unstable.
[Maybe it's roundness has something to do with that.]
We have spent years upon years refining and reinforcing them.
[He reaches for a hammer and just... clocks the thing. It sure sparks! Big sparks! But no explosion. This guy truly has no fear.]
Our goal... was to supply them to the common people. To make the toils of labor easier and improve lives on a ground level. Below ground, even...
[Viktor has never forgotten the Undercity, he has always wanted to help them in their struggles. To use the privilege he lucked his way into for good...
He coughs again, wheezing and out of breath from the walk and his own enthusiasm,]
[Honestly, Brad feels kind of bad about this. He knows the answer, but Viktor seems so proud of his work...how can Brad just upend him like that?
But then again, collaboration can help make Viktor's dream come true, right? So maybe sharing a big secret would help...]
I think you did really good here! Drawing power from a mana stone isn't easy, especially not these kind. They're powerful, but very unstable, as the mana in them comes from within the earth. It's basically untempered mana, up until you refine it.
You might have better luck with a mana stone from another source.
[He flicks his wrist, and then there's a small stone in his hand, similar in color to the hex crystal/mana stone that Viktor has but shaped more like an actual gemstone.]
Here, give this one a try.
[If Viktor attempts it, the power won't be as strong but it will be far easier to control.]
[Here they could only ever find the one type and it was exceedingly rare, nothing that could be mined by unskilled hands, given the volatility. But there goes Brad, plucking it from thin air...
After looking it over, Viktor will swap out the hex gemstone for what Brad provided. He fits his goggles on to protect his eyes, gesturing Brad towards a spare pair out of courtesy.
The stone doesn't fit quite as well, but Viktor will recalibrate and boot the machine up- which seems to really struggle with the new task. Viktor doesn't flinch, he just cranks the device until he finds the breakthrough point- magic flashing within the space and beaming brightly out the windows.
There is definitely going to be a knock on the door soon, from a curious co-worker unable to stay away. Viktor isn't thinking about that, he just comments,]
Incredible... The raw output is not as high, but it stabilized so much faster and more even than our own. This would be ideal for common use!
Yeah, these are the ones we give to newbie wizards. They eat these and gain the mana from it, thus increasing their own. These ones aren't too bad to get, so long as you don't mind fighting darkspawn. They're probably the easiest of any of the magical beings to kill.
[Which. Says something about the farming process. As well as wizard culture as a whole, if they're eating these things.]
Eh, well... duly noted. [that is a wise warning to put on these if they are meant for a commoner population. You know, since kids and certain kinds of adults might want to put the shiny marble in their mouth.]
We should not talk more on this here. It is risky, but... at my home, I will bring some notebooks back with me. [he doesn't know there is a sound proof spell on the room, Viktor is just being excitedly reckless up onto now. Reaching a hand to Brad, he lightly squeezes at his arm to emphasis,]
Thank you, for showing me this. This could change so much.
[Oh nooooo that gets a small smile out of Brad. A more genuine one, that is typically seen when he feels like he's done something good for once.]
Hey, anything that helps, right? You gotta change the world, I might as well make it easier.
[But yeah, they need to clean up quickly and hide the device that Viktor brought over. Once they're in the clear Brad quickly drops the sound proofing spell and leans back against the desk.]
I could get more done back there- yes. Where we can talk freely. [he'll just take notes and leave the testing equipment behind for now. There is so much to recalculate with Brad's knowledge. Viktor is definitely feeling a raw urgency to get as much information from the man as he can.
He might only be around until next he sneezes, right? At any moment, couldn't he just poof away, leaving Viktor with too many questions to ever answer by himself?
There is a noise like someone trying the door without knocking, rattling the handle. Then a knock, a voice trying to not be too worried comes through- "Viktor? Are you alright?" And Viktor quickly stashes the gemstone in a pocket before handing Bradley back the other crystal. He pulls off his goggles as he crosses to open the door again, gathering an armful of notebooks as he went. So much so he can barely pop the door open without dropping any, once there.]
[Brad will just casually follow Viktor to the door, though he stops short so Viktor can open the door. And when the door opens, Brad does his best attempt at looking put-out.]
Stop dashing around here so much, I'm supposed to be the one grabbing stuff for you.
[Brad speaking up about their cover does make Viktor hand off the pile of note and textbooks back to the man, filling his arms with it. A good thing, too, so Viktor can take his crutch from nearby the door and be ready to leave, just like that-
Oh, right- he gestures vaguely between the two men, tall hunks that they both are,]
Jayce- Bradley. Bradley- Jayce. He is helping me carry things. I'll work the rest of the night from home. ["night" when it's still midday, but Viktor is making it clear he won't be back,]
Call if you need. [just like that he's already leaving, whoops, saying as little as possible sounds best to him!]
[He now has the papers, and he's holding them carefully as he gets ready to go. But as he's walking out the door, he'll pause to nod at Jayce. Then he nods his head towards Viktor before raising his eyebrows a couple times, like he's saying yeah, he's mine tonight. Then he's out the door, following after Viktor.
While he's hurrying out, he'll call out to Viktor (but also say loudly enough for Jayce to hear) something in particular:]
We should get drinks too! Does your academy salary get you wine or beer?
[Let it never be said that Bradley Bain isn't a good actor.]
[Viktor... really doesn't like to feel like there's something he's not getting here. He gestures with one hand as they walk,]
Of course! He is a brilliant mind, believe it or not. And he knows how to present our findings outside the lab. Little can be accomplished if we cannot secure the funding to actually build it.
I... will decide on that later. There is much to learn before I can determine that.
[And Viktor is definitely rushing, because the idea Bradley could just disappear is an ever present ache of uncertainty. He must extract as much knowledge from the mage as possible in this window of time. It isn't like Viktor himself has all that much time himself,
His apartment is at least easy to get back to, though Viktor looks very tired going through the door. He pivots to Bradley and takes a few books off the top of the pile the man is holding, spreading them out over his kitchen table/working space, since that's clearly the duel use it has. Immediately back to work! This guy... he is a diligent one.]
Viktor may have taken some of the books, but Bradley will set the rest on the table before he turns his attention to Viktor. He saw how tired he looked after just a short walk, so!]
Oi, pick a seat already. I'll hand you whatever you need.
Pull up a seat beside me. I want to ask you more questions. Now-
[Bradley is truly in for it, Viktor diving right into his notes. He will absolutely be testing the mage's patience for entertaining his curiosity. The man is not going to break for food unless it is put in front of him, in which case he will eat and work at once.
Viktor's avarice is for knowledge and discovery, all else can be ignored.]
[They talk for hours, going over the magic Bradley knows and how it works. Fortunately Bradley is something of a braggart, and is all too happy to share his genius in developing some of the magic he uses. Duplication spells so he never runs out of ammo for his gun, temperature control spells so that he feels comfortable regardless of the climate he is in, teleporting spells so he can keep all of his gear in a locked room and just bring it to him at will, even a transformation skill to change his features if he needs a quick escape, though admittedly that one takes a lot of mana to do and is difficult to hold for a long period of time. He demonstrates any of them that Viktor asks him to, up to the most recent one being the sugar spell that he used to sweeten Viktor's tea, also providing him some energy should he choose to drink it.]
That's actually one of the first ones I learned, as it's pretty easy to do and a safe one for kids to practice.
[But by now hours have passed and Bradley has already teleported dinner in for them to eat. It's dark outside, with them relying on light sources (or a light spell from Bradley) for Viktor to keep taking notes.]
Got any other questions? I think I've talked about everything I know.
[He has not, but there's some secrets he will not tell any non-wizard, including Viktor.]
[He is definitely asking for demonstrations and jutting down notes rapidly as they go. The wonder in Viktor's eyes is so energetic, so impossibly enthused by each new discovery. He's greedy to try and understand, demanding in his focused attention, but Brad is being generous with him.
So much is written down that he ends up unable to even hold his pen, rubbing at his wrist to sooth how locked up he made it in his persistence. A good enough time for Brad to teleport in dinner and insist they stop to eat it, but Viktor just... looks at it. Contemplating and then hesitant to ask,]
... You teleported this here? Who did it belong to? [and then he looks sternly angry and ungrateful,]
I will not eat food stolen from someone else's pantry.
Nah, this is all from my place. It's actually a good thing we're eating this, the chicken would've gone bad after a couple'a days.
[He will also bring a whiskey bottle, just because.]
I've been dealin' with this for years, and I always need stuff I can cook on the fly. So my fridge is full of meat, eggs, and other things that'll keep ya goin' on the trail. Any time I make it back home, I make sure to keep the fridge 'n cupboard stocked.
[This is somewhat true. He does have a well-stocked pantry. But the fridge belongs to Nero, and he is definitely stealing some chicken Nero left in the fridge. Not that he'll admit to that, his poker face is strong and he wants Viktor to eat.
He tries to pull a couple of glasses too, but he frowns when his gesture produces nothing.]
That better be true... [Viktor is hungry and wasting food is also not something he wants to do. Still, the idea of taking from someone when he has what he needs is... against his morals. Against what he stands for,]
I have my own means, after all. To take food from someone when it might be all they have... that is unspeakably cruel. I'm sure you understand.
[if he grew up fighting for scraps, like Viktor did, then Brad knows. He's felt hunger and known strife that many in Piltover shield themselves from,]
Did you ever-? [the over familiarity is rather bemusing]
I've known you one day... but no. You did not yet say.
[Viktor wasn't about the ask, it was not his business so long as he didn't believe it a danger to himself or those around him. He's a bit weary of Brad, but fear.... Viktor is not a fearful man. And he senses no illwill from this man who is being so open and generous with his time, his magic, his attention-
He eats some of the food, as a show of good faith in Brad,]
Whatever, one day is enough time. I ain't ashamed of what I did.
I broke into this rich guy's house to steal back some money he took from a town in the North, and I got arrested while doing it. It wasn't the first time either, I'd been doing it for a long time by that point, so they just threw the book at me for it. I woulda only done like a year for that theft charge but those bastards locked me up for nearly a century.
Yeah, I'm about 600. That's not too old for a wizard even, some of the others on my team are over two-thousand years old.
[He's grinning with pride, but that soon melts into more of a nostalgic smile.]
...y'know, my mom was human. When wizards and humans have kids, their kids are almost always humans. I'm one-in-a-million in that regard. Or one in two-dozen, if you just count my siblings.
Oh nah, most of 'em were half-siblings. Could you imagine if she had that many kids? She'd be so tired all the time.
[At least he finds it humorous.]
My dad wanted a wizard kid so bad he just slept with a bunch of women until one of the kids turned out to be a wizard. I think he liked my mom though, since I have two full-blooded siblings. But I knew the rest, we all lived in a mix of five of the same towns in the North. We caused so much trouble back then...
[two dozen kids, two dozen mouths to feed. They really were trouble.]
Hey, you're keeping a roof over my head, a warm bed for me to use, and warning me away from anything that would get me in trouble. That's plenty for me.
[Yes, he plans on borrowing Viktor's bed again.]
Plus you're looking for a way to break the curse on me, so that in of itself is worth the work.
Yes! I mean... Yes. [let him stifle some of his big enthusiasm for that- but he pushes aside his plate to grab some of the notes he made, flip through, and show Brad urgently,]
Our hextech devices have a stabilizer that dampens what they draw from the Arcane to controllable levels. From what you have showed me, I believe I can make you a device that can counteract your curse. [he stretches his hand out again, too shaky from writing literally all day to make any more notes. It's obvious he wants to, though!]
What form it could take I do not yet know. I will think carefully on it.
[he doesn't want Brad to go as soon as he's arrived, his knowledge feels invaluable already. Viktor needs more time with him,]
[Sorry, Viktor is very stubborn with his work schedule. He has no work/life balance to speak of. It is a perfectly reasonable time to go to bed if you're not a maniac like him. He tries to wave his hand gently from Brad's hold, but the strength isn't much there,]
Rest? It is so early... there is still so much to review- [cut him off, someone needs to]
I am usually not even home until after midnight...
[He stays in the lab more often than not. Sleeping on his couch or simply laying his head down at his desk for short naps throughout the day. His schedule is truly a mess of "whatever gets him back to work".
Viktor knows how it sounds, speaking it aloud. Irresponsible towards himself, his well being, his already fragile health. He sighs and... allows Brad to pull him to stand. Being carried to bed would be humiliating and he would resent it given the state he's in.]
Do you want to have the bed to yourself? I know I am... a disruptive bed mate. I can sleep in a chair just fine.
I, well, yes... but I must have turned over two-dozen times in your arms. If that does not both you, then... fine.
[Viktor's used to that annoying any partners he had in the past. It is just difficult for his body to settle into comfort, he usually feels some pain or another he needs to adjust away from. Or push pressure down into. Whatever works.]
I won't be sleeping in uniform tonight, if that's the case. [he just kind of went to sleep in whatever he was wearing, yesterday. If they're making the choice to prepare and go to bed, instead of just dragging him into it, then Viktor is opting to wear less.
He is already moving towards his clothing dressing to remove his vest and tie, before he considers,]
It is not like you have been shy, after all. [he'll just be stripping down to his button up undershirt and boxer-briefs if there is no objection. Much more comfortable!]
[Viktor does need to sit down on his bed to remove his leg brace before his pants can come off, which they definitely are... He should shower, too. Hmm... maybe in the morning, if Brad doesn't complain he smells. Not like Viktor can tell,]
Why would you do that? I can... buy my own eggs. [he pulls a couple clasps undone and slips out of the brace, setting it aside,]
If you wish to be charitable- and you won't be so conspicuous as to get caught- you should go to the Undercity. The people there could use the grace of such gifts.
[Viktor strips his pants off and sets his dirty clothing into a hamper. Taking his crutch again, needing it more than ever without the leg brace, he moves towards the bathroom to brush his teeth,]
That would give me time to review what you told me today. It is just across the bridges that take one out of Piltover.
[he leaves the door open as he gets ready, still talking to Brad as he does. Rarely a wasted moment for this guy, ever the multitasker-]
I could write you a note with a stamp from the Academy, so no Enforcer hassles you on the way back. Official business... collecting some such materials for me.
Yeah, that's probably for the best. I mean, I'm good at sneaking around even without my magic, but that's just gonna make me look more suspicious.
[Brad's boots and coat come off, but so does his tie and some of the gold rings he wears on his fingers. The luck ring remains though, he never takes that one off. You never know when a little luck will save your life.]
Lemme know if you actually do need anything from there, 'kay? I might as well actually do work for you if I'm goin' there.
Ish finhh. [Answered while actively brushing his teeth. It's fine. He shouldn't need anything in particular, but maybe he'll think of some scrap or other by morning. Now that he's going through the motions of getting ready for bed, the feeling of tiredness falls over him. Momentum all gone from his sails, no more second-third-fourth winds to carry him. He finishes in the bathroom and moves back to bed, slumping down heavily at one side.
Looking to Brad, he pats the mattress in welcome. His bed is pushed up against the wall, so he should probably offer,]
Do you want me towards the wall or do you prefer that side?
[Brad is still slipping off his vest when he glances down at Viktor.]
Well, me on the outside would protect you from any sudden attacks. But I would have an easier time of climbing out of bed from the inside, and it'd keep me from answering the phone again. Maybe.
[So really, both have benefits. But ultimately, in just his button-up shirt and boxers, he crawls onto the bed to lay closer to the wall.]
Hah... nobody is coming to attack me. Even if they were, I don't think any could stand up to even a half asleep mage.
[Viktor will lay down once Brad is settled in, laying on his back and looking to his ceiling a moment. Taking a few deep breaths, centering himself... what an odd situation this remains.
His eyes do, subtly shift towards Brad after a moment. Curious if he will reach out and grab him again. They did cuddle very close the evening before, but... now they know each other. Funny, that that makes Viktor feel like Brad will be less willing to do such a thing, familiarity and distance are difficult for him. He keeps away those who get to know him... he doesn't think to cross this line of physical affection.]
[Well fortunately Viktor is dead wrong about that, because once they're both laying down Brad rolls onto his side so he can drape an arm over Viktor and get comfortable. It seems like, regardless of closeness, Bradley is a cuddler. And if Viktor asked, Bradley would be honest about liking the man even more now than he did before.]
We'll see if either of us attract unwanted attention in the coming days.
[But as he gets comfortable, a thought suddenly occurs to him:]
[Viktor thinks... very honestly on that question. It is likely just another joke, they're just flirting for amusement, after all. He quirks a soft smile and rolls in towards Bradley. Fitting into his arms and chest, as he had the night prior,]
[V is... cute. Very endearing. He didn't grow up with friends to give him nicknames. At the Academy, it was always more professional. Jayce called him "friend" or "partner", sure, but that wasn't the same either...
He falls asleep quicker than he could expect possible. The day was busy and the extra boost he got from the sugar Brad conjured had long faded. Viktor just needs more rest in general.
They'll sleep in together, again. Viktor is not stirring early, out like a light. He has his legs tangled in Brad's, and arm around his waist palming up his back, and his other palm to the man's chest. All over him is an understatement,]
[Well there's no time like the present to start. Brad is nothing if not friendly, even though he can be a little shit at times too. Maybe this sneeze-meeting is some kind of divine intervention, to help Viktor get friends. Who knows!
Brad lets Viktor curl around him though, finding comfort in how close they are. Though Viktor might be getting a bit handsy, Brad doesn't seem to mind. He'll let it go on without complaint, giving Viktor the sleep he most definitely needs.
When morning comes though, if Viktor isn't already awake by the time Brad wakes up, then Brad will let his hand wander its way down to rest on Viktor's hip while he presses his face against the top of Viktor's head sleepily. Even without showering for two days, Viktor smells nice.]
[Viktor smells like iron, paper, and ink. A pretty nice combination, really. Like walking off the street and into a library. He's very content to stay like this-
The phone rings. Again. Disturbing the fine peace they have. Viktor nuzzles into Brad's collar, seeking to keep the moment... but the damn phone persists,]
... leave it. He should know better. [it rings again, and again, and eventually it annoys Viktor enough to go against what he said and turn hismelf over. Reaching and slamming it back down loudly.
Is that a clear enough message not to call back?
... .... ........ it rings again. Viktor sighs and picks it up,]
I am alive. No more calls today. [he hangs up, not hearing a word out from the other side]
[Man, what a way to disturb the peace. Bradley hasn't slept this good since his bandit days, and he's a little grumpy at having it interrupted so much.]
If he calls back let me moan into the phone, that should get him to stop.
[His attention was on the phone, angry and annoyed with a persistence he would usually find endearing. At this moment, it's only bothersome. And when Viktor is caught up in outrage, he acts rashly.
Rolling back around towards Brad, he looks him up and down blatantly, as if checking if the claim was true. Handsome, of course. Viktor reaches a hand to smooth long fingers around the back of the man's neck, rather possessively,]
He is not... the jealous one. [It's Viktor. He pulls himself in close and bites Brad on the neck. Teeth sink in before he's sucking a deep, dark mark into place- if he even can do such a thing to a mage. Rigorous testing is required.]
[He'll stay there and let Viktor admire him at first, because hell yeah people should look at him and admire his handsomeness. But then there's that possessive touch, and suddenly Viktor is biting him, and holy shit. Holy shit!
He sucks in a sharp breath as his fingers tense against Viktor's hip. The mark blossoms on Bradley's skin, not healing instantly as Viktor might think it would, but instead it lingers there. It will go through the regular healing process over the course of a week if Brad doesn't use magic on it.
Of course, Brad isn't stunned for long, and suddenly he looks much more interested in where this is going to go.]
Next you're gonna tell me you like being on the giving side, aren't you?
[Bradley does top most of the time, but he will bottom for someone who is his type. And he would be lying if he didn't think that streak of possessiveness was hot.]
[Viktor is not a man to go easy with it, really laying into Brad with that hickey. When he separates from it, admires his work for how it did linger. Rubbing a thumb over the wet bruise as Brad recovers enough from the shock to respond.]
Haah, in that... I am flexible. [Physically flexible? Certainly not. In what role to play? Yes. Always. He lifts himself up further and presses his nose besides Brad's, both hands now anchoring Viktor to the back of his neck. A very solid support, though it isn't like Viktor weight all that much,]
[Hey, a little pain never hurt. He'll even let it stay there for a couple days, as a testament to Viktor's forwardness.
With their faces so close together, Brad closes the gap and presses his forehead against Viktor's. There's something intimate about the talks before a first time together, and he wants to make it feel special.]
Anything that'll blow your mind without blowing out your back's good for me.
[He is at least considerate in that regard. Normally he would pride himself in fucking someone until they couldn't walk straight, but that seems a little tasteless here.]
If you want you could lay right there and I could ride you.
[Laying back and letting this beautiful man ride him into the mattress? Viktor scoffs, but it is with a quiet outrage of disbelief, whispering quietly,]
I can't even imagine saying no to that... [he can't say no, absolutely not.]
Well worth a broken back. Don't go easy on me. [a contrast to his joking earlier, quite serious on that request. Nothing would take Viktor out of the mood like someone trying to be overly precious, overly careful. He is not some fragile, porcelain doll to only be handled gently.
His fingertips dig into the meaty parts of Brad's shoulder muscles, where they connect moving up towards his hairline, punctuating his desires before capturing the man's lips with his, with passion,]
Well, if I do break your back, at least that's something I can heal.
[He says it in a joking tone, but the message has been received. He won't go easy on Viktor.
He really shouldn't be surprised at how passionate this man is though. They just spent all of yesterday nerding out over one of his passion projects. Of course Viktor was always going to treat everything that interested him with the same passion.
Brad kisses back, greedily taking every kiss Viktor has to offer while giving more of his own. Emboldened by all of this, he slides his hands away from Viktor's hips and up to his shirt, slipping right under to palm at his abdomen. They have all morning, they can take their time and build up to the final act. Brad can be patient for this.]
Nothing- [he speaks between kissing Brad,] -to- [yeah, he wants his tongue in this man's mouth. Viktor seems to hit his stride pretty quickly. Knocking the rust right off the gears to remembering how to do this. It had been a while, after all,] -fear, then...
[as if fear was about to stop him, regardless. He takes in a breath to fill his lungs beneath Brad's exploring hands. The state of his body... ragged and worn down, chronically underweight, he doesn't want to think about it. Definitely doesn't want to hear any comment on it.
Maybe he can just keep Brad's mouth occupied with his own, dragging a splayed wide hand up into the back of his fluffy hair.]
[Brad knows not to comment on anything like that too. He learned that lesson centuries ago, back when he was still young for a wizard, when fumbling hands in the dark turned to a slap and an empty bed. So he doesn't say anything, but instead just feels his way up Viktor's front, shimmying his shirt up a bit as he explores, taking in everything the man has to offer. Brad is a bit of a romantic, and he takes his time to appreciate his partner. He actually does have all day to lounge around in bed, so there's no sense of urgency in his motions.
He accepts the kisses though, and honestly it's a wise choice. Brad can't run his mouth if it's occupied. But he does work to roll the two of them over, so he's the one on top of Viktor. That's when he pulls back from the kisses and props himself up on his elbows, peering down at Viktor with a lop-sided grin like he just won the best prize at the arcade.]
[Grasped to Brad as he was, once turned over onto his back his grip slips and he lands back against the pillow with a muffled fwomp. The firmness of their kiss pops out of place, like a tight seal breaking. A small droplet of saliva goes with it, just to land as a droplet onto the mole besides Viktor's lips, which hang open as he catches his breath.
The compliment is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Not entirely unwelcomed, at least. Viktor is definitely suspicious of such things, flattery was usually to get something out of him at the Academy. Here... what is trying to get from him he isn't already giving freely? He huffs, teasing with a soft smile on his face,]
Flatterer. [his hands fallen down from Brad reach back upward to him. One palming his chest with fingers all held flat and together. The other hand outstretching to hook along Brad's chin, feel along the tip of it with his thumb while the other digits traces his jawline. So handsome. A vision of perfection, so close Viktor can touch it, can feel weighed down by it.
Viktor nearly says... something. Commentary on the tip of his tongue, maybe a returned compliment, maybe a playful insult, but it withers at his lips. He just moves his hand back around the back of Brad's hair to pull him down to kiss again. Words fail, but actions speak. Eagerly kissing him, grasping his hair to the root, that should communicate more than enough.]
You're passionate about everything you do, even things like this. How could I not find that attractive?
[It's not looks- or at least, not only looks- that attracts Brad to people. It's their passion, their lifeblood. He likes people who put their heart and soul into the things they do, and it was guaranteed from the moment they met that they would end up like this eventually.
He goes along with the tug, falling back into another kiss with no complaints about the hair-pulling. He likes a bit of pain, so this is fine.
But while they're kissing he also works a knee between Viktor's legs, pressing it up against Viktor's crotch. He's going to heat things up very quickly here, or at least that's his intention.]
[There is mirth in the upturn of Viktor's lips against Brad's, hungrily kissing him over and over. That compliment was much easier to take. A testament to his passion and persistence feeds Viktor's ego better than anything said towards his looks. The kind of flattery that settles between his ribs and makes his heart pound.
He writhes lightly at the press between his legs, but any hesitation is brief. Viktor's thighs open just enough for Brad to slip between them. Viktor's outward leg hooks around the back of him, pulling him in.
In just a thin pair of linen briefs, there's not a need or a want to hide his own arousal. Viktor ruts himself against the musculature of Brad's now captured thigh, catching the man's bottom lip between his teeth with a smirk to do so.]
[There's no need to hide anything here anyway. Neither of them are blushing virgins, and they both know what they want.
Brad smiles into their kiss as he feels a familiar firmness with his leg. Yep, that's exactly what he had been hoping for. It seems like Viktor needs this just as badly as Brad does. It's a good thing Brad plans on giving Viktor quite the show then, to make the break in his dry spell something spectacular.
He feels his lip caught by Viktor's teeth, and he chuckles audibly. It's just another thing that makes Viktor attractive. He'll stay captured for a moment before pulling back to murmur something to Viktor.]
It feels like you're already ready, but I wanna give you a show anyway.
[Not that there's much for him to strip off right now, but he still wants to show off a bit to get Viktor worked up.]
I could not... possibly... look away. [Viktor speaks slowly, with an unrushed admiration to punctuate his desire fully. Yes, he wants that show. Every second of it will be enrapturing, he's sure. There's no thoughts of work, or the lab, or that the phone might right because of some emergency. There's just Brad over top of him making such promises.
He lets his fingers loosen and card out of Brad's hair so he's no longer so held in place. Viktor slumps back against the pillow to get the broadest look at the man that he can. He's happy the bruise he left is still there, a mark he could leave, not entirely fleeting. His own lips roll into his mouth, wanting more of Brad's taste to linger on his tongue. The motion stings lightly, Viktor already kiss-bruised from his own aggressive enthusiasm. He wouldn't have it another way,]
[With Viktor's grip loosened Brad will pull out of it, moving to sit up tall and strong. He adjusts his seating so he's straddling Viktor's hips, the tenting in his boxers very obvious and pressing up against Viktor's own arousal. Once he's settled, he snaps his fingers. With the door locked tight by magic and the room soundproofed, they now have plenty of privacy for what's about to happen.]
There. No more interruptions.
[Even if Jayce comes knocking on the door, neither of them will hear it. Nor will Jayce hear them.
Once that's dealt with, he moves to unbutton the top button of his shirt, flashing a sultry look at Viktor as he does so. Viktor better not blink, or else he'll miss something.]
[Viktor is watching intently, the focus he gave his notes and study now all directed onto Brad. It is intense, scrutiny mixed with admiration and appreciation. The kind of gaze that would make most flinch. But Brad? No, Brad can surely handle it, drink it in, even.
Viktor suspects they are very compatible as men. Again, rigorous testing is required to prove that theory.
Long fingers reach out and hook into the hemline of Brad's boxers. He doesn't pull them down, only drags the smooth side of his fingernails around the man's hips teasingly, before asking,]
[This is all well and good, because Brad is a showoff and a braggart and loves being in the spotlight. He is lapping up this attention like a thirsty man, and the intent gaze is just pushing him forward. And in response to that bold touch, Brad grins and wiggles his hips a bit.]
You can, but hold onto those for a minute.
[Boxers come next after the shirt. Or shirts, as it ends up being, because once he ends up dumping his button-up shirt on the ground there's actually a tank top underneath. He grabs the hem of that with both of his hands and raises it just a little bit, showing off a tiny bit of his tight abs. There's scars there too, as there are everywhere on his body, but the bottom of a marking is visible on the right side of his front, starting just below his belly button. So Viktor can only see the points at the end currently, as Brad teases what is to come. Which he does so by wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner.]
[The strip show before him is enrapturing, but his focus completely shifts when the mark is revealed. Scars? Sure, those are common enough, especially on a man that looks as rough-and-tumble as Bradley. That mark, though-?]
That is... [Viktor pulls himself up onto his elbows at the reveal. Anything to get his vision closer to it, to study it. His fingers remove from Brad's boxers to run slightly cold fingertips along the shapes with fascination,]
You drew this rune for me, didn't you? What purpose does it have on your skin? [Granted such permanence, it must be important! Significant!
Whoops, Brad better drag him out of Science Mode and back into Sex Mode before he gets completely derailed by unrelated curiosity over magic,]
[When Viktor's fingers brush over the mark, Brad jumps just a little bit. He's forgotten how sensitive the mark is to touch, even from humans.
For a moment he's considers spinning some grand tale, but actually decides to go with the truth. He pulls off the tank top entirely to show off the full mark (and the rest of himself) before explaining.]
It's a kind of magic tattoo, and it relates to my work as a Sage's Wizard. I'll tell you about it later, okay?
[In the meantime, Brad will gently take Viktor's wrists to guide them towards his mucles, as if to say "appreciate me here too".]
It'll be a better discussion with that post-nut clarity.
With... [the echo of Brad's last statement also withers in his throat. He gets it, just took a moment, to catch up with such a crude phrasing. Not so naive he doesn't understand, but it's been long enough since he last heard talk like that to take him a second.
His wrist is easily redirected, Viktor opening his fingers to palm over Brad's midsection. So muscular and lean, this mage. He wouldn't think that was the way of magic users, to be so physically fit. Stories always portrayed them as old men of time cracked skin and crispy bears. Nothing like Brad,]
I will ask more later. Is it sensitive? [he asks and does not wait for an answer, because he can test this himself. Viktor had already leaned himself in, so he just goes further with it. Extending his tongue out to hit it before his lips, giving the rune a firmly licky kiss in experimentation of his question,]
Brad's eyelids flutter and he sighs contentedly as Viktor feels up his chest. Far too often has he been hit, stabbed, and blasted, but it's not too often that he gets these kind of touches anymore. So he lets Viktor touch him as much as he wants, appreciating every moment of it.
Then he feels Viktor lick his marking, and he jumps a little in surprise.]
It's got mana running through it, so yeah.
[He doesn't seem to mind the touch though, once he gets used to it.]
[Viktor notes that reaction from Brad. He hums into the mark through his lips before lapping at it again. Experimentally, curiously... it's not really a taste he's picking up on, but it is rather addicting,]
I can sense it... energy buzzing. A spark. A potential.
[He bites the mark, really sinks his teeth in.
Just that kind of a guy. A boundary pusher until pushed back on. Character flaw, honestly. He could do with more consideration.]
[He has never, not even once, been bit on his crest before. The placing is just too awkward for that normally. But here he is, getting bitten there for the first time.
He used to tease Nero about the sounds he made when Brad bit him on the shoulder, where Nero's mark is. But now he understands, as an embarrassing moan escapes his mouth before he quickly covers it with his hand. He didn't think he could get any harder than he is now, but he has been proven wrong.]
Oi...
[It's not that he hates it, but it feels weirdly good.]
[That bite is drawn out with another suck in, dragging skin further against his teeth and tongue. What a sound that got out of Bradley. To which there is only one response, when Viktor breaks that bite with a pop of saliva and lips.
Such a devious and self satisfied look up to him. Such a lilting playfulness to his heavily accented voice,]
You are pretty cute... you know that? [punctuated well with another lick to trace the divots left by his teeth]
[For someone who claims to be a top, Brad sure does get flushed and embarrassed easily.
Well if Viktor is going to stay right there, Brad will go ahead and card his fingers through Viktor's hair. Might as well keep touching Viktor while he has his fun.]
Of course I do. [said so matter-of-factly! He gives the spot one more suckling kiss before he straightens to be fully sat up, Brad straddling his lap. He peppers another couple of kisses to his collarbone and neck, before realizing, well...]
Ah... I... only have lubricant fit for machines.
[It has really been a long time. Wasn't like he has kept body-safe lube around while he's focused entirely on his work,]
Is that something you can teleport here, oh powerful mage?
[There is the smallest flinch when Viktor blinks and suddenly his fingers are coated in lube. A flutter of his eyelashes before he tests the substance between his fingertips and thumb. Yep. That is lube. Had to double check, even if he's sure Brad knows what he's doing here...]
Again... I will have more questions, later. [right now, best to not get hung up on it. He drops his arms down around Brad's hips and to his backside. One hand is smoothing along the inner curve of an ass cheek so he can spread it aside. The lubed hand can slide towards his entrance, then.
And what long, elegant, skillful fingers Viktor has. He allows however much lubricant will to drip down and puddle, rubbing it into that tight ring of muscle as it does. Diligent at ever this, hand no longer so shaky as it was the night prior. A good thing they rested first, so Viktor could be properly attentive]
He takes a moment to slip off his boxers and toss them aside, revealing just how well he's hung in the process, before settling back and spreading his legs a bit to give Viktor plenty of room to work with. Brad would like to think he can do this without becoming a shaking mess, but it has been a while and Viktor is a man who clearly knows how to use his hands. He has to bite his lip to keep from groaning, but he does stay upright on his knees at least. He's tight, but he knows how to relax himself during the process.]
You really are skilled with your hands, aren't you?
[It takes most of his restraint to keep from sinking down on those fingers purposefully.]
I am an accomplished inventor... [Viktor informs, or rather reminds, Brad of this as two of his fingers breach inside. He keeps to the entrance, prying carefully at the edges, wanting to feel the man melting at this touch.
Seeing Brad's cock freed on his boxers, Viktor could have guessed he'd be well endowed. His arms pull him in flush, so that stiff cock is pressed between their bodies. If Brad wants to sink back into those searching fingers or grind forward into Viktor, he better squirm for it.]
[For a moment Brad is stunned, because what the fuck! This is the kind of move he would pull, and now it's getting reversed onto him???
It does make him squirm though, the indecisiveness between wanting those fingers deeper and some contact on his dick leaving his knees shaking a little. He does rest his arms over Viktor's shoulders, but he's reluctant to put his full weight on Viktor like this. After all, he said he would ride Viktor and he plans on keeping to that. Bradley Bain doesn't go weak in the knees because of some skilled hands playing with his hole.]
F-fuck... you sure are...
[His breath hitches as he feels that stretch within him. This is going to be so good, he's practically shaking from anticipation.]
[It seems like going weak in the knees is exactly what Bradley Bain does, but Viktor won't tease with words. With fingers? Yes.
He twirls them around in place, spreading and opening up Brad more at the entrance before delving in further. Viktor's fingers are pretty boney, his knuckles extremely defined and obvious to how deep he's going inside. Two are once, he's gotten to his second knuckle down from the fingertip before he curves them. Searching about, exploratory as ever, confident in delivering such intimate touch.]
Did you underestimate me-? [okay, maybe Viktor will tease with words some. He tilts his head into the crook beneath Brad's jawline, kissing the soft underside there,] People often do...
[judging from Viktor's bemused tone, he's enjoying that in this context. It is fun to surprise and overwhelm a new partner, to satisfy them in ways they couldn't anticipate,]
You seemed so focused on yer work, I thought you'd be rusty.
[So yes, he did underestimate Viktor. By a lot. He's going to be eating his words later. Though it is a valuable lesson to learn now, when the stakes are relatively low. He'll remember this later, should trouble arise.
Right now Viktor's fingers are curving in just the right direction, and Brad keens as his fingers dig into Viktor's shoulders. He's still trying to hold onto his pride here, and he's not going to admit how twisted up Viktor has him.]
That's- fuck, that's plenty. C'mon V, I know you want it too.
This is me being rusty... wait until I get all warmed up.
[Setting expectations high, now, but Viktor feels very pleasantly in control here. Brad is falling apart in his arms, digging into him, writhing and keening for more. Wrapped so wonderfully around his fingers. Viktor presses in to pet at that spot he's sure is driving the man to such reactions. And what can Viktor say... he loves to push buttons.]
Mmm, no. No, I do not think so. [Request denied, stern as he usually is with his work-] You need to loosen up around at least three before we proceed.
[Which, speaking of, he'll give Brad's prostate a break to slip his fingers back away... so he can add that third digit in,]
[He doesn't complain about the loss of fingers though, instead just letting out a sigh as his hands relax. He shifts his arms so they're draped loosely around Viktor's back, hugging him instead of clutching his shoulders.
When three fingers slip in next, his breath hitches and his hips roll down to push them in deeper.]
[In deep his fingers go, Viktor pushing them in to his last knuckle to stuff Brad full. His other hand grips the man's ass cheek tight on one side, not wanting him to slip away.]
I wouldn't want to go... too easy on you. [This may be to prepare Brad so he's not too uncomfortable, but Viktor can't consider this too easy. Especially not once he bites Brad on the side of his neck again, leaving a new hickey up from the first. Especially not once he drags his hand away and then back inside, finger fucking Brad while holding him as tight as he could,]
[He can't suppress the groan that comes out of him when Viktor leaves that hickey on his neck. Getting assaulted by pleasure on both fronts like that is just plain unfair. But once Viktor seems to be complete with his work, Brad will shift his arms so he can slip his fingers under Viktor's chin.]
Y'know, I was supposed to leave a hickey on your neck too.
[Which he does a moment later, dipping his head so he can bite and suck at the soft skin of Viktor's neck. He's putting it high enough to be seen over that collar too, there will be no hiding this later.]
[Hands all over each other, bodies flushed and burning hot, trading hickeys... Viktor can't say he's had such good sex in a long, long time. Of course, it's not ending here, couldn't possibly. His throat bobs beneath Brad's lips and teeth, Viktor swallowing hard at the sensation. There's no thought, not yet, on how it will look to others. All he's thinking about is how damn good it feels.
His fingers slip from Bradley one more time, wiping off on the sheets besides them as he gasps out,]
Go on. Ride me. Like you promised. [the hand gripping Brad's ass cheek lets go, just to flatten and strike him with a resounding spank in the closed off room. So demanding, this academic is. So brash and brazen. All because he knows what he wants, has no fear in making those desires into commands]
[It feels almost painful, to have those fingers removed without relief, but he knows better things are to come. He can be patient for a few more moments.
That spank surprises him though, and he actually lets out a yelp.]
-asshole!
[He shoves Viktor back against the bed in response.]
Now you gotta keep your hands to yourself while I take care of things.
[That's the 'punishment', at least until Bradley forgets about it and wants to be touched. Speaking of taking care of things though, he's getting a bit of that magic lube on his own hand so he can coat Viktor's dick in it.]
[Viktor falls backwards easily, again bouncing lightly against the mattress as he hits it. No harm, of course, and he's absolutely not getting himself back up now. Flat on his back is just fine, comfortable even.
He does very much look to Brad's face. What is his reaction going to be when he slips Viktor's briefs down and finds he's well and truly hung. Three fingers was definitely necessary preparation. Brad is a bit taller than him, but they're probably equal in this regard despite that. Viktor just looks self satisfied and flushed, lifting his hands with fingers together and palms up, surrender, surrender,]
["Too big" is definitely flattering issue to have, but if the guy he was with really couldn't handle it, that spoiled the fun. He's sure Brad will manage, unless he's suddenly zapped of all his bravado and confident the moment a dick is in him.
Viktor has seen that happen, he just suspects Brad knows what he's about. He can't help a light buck against Brad's cock when pressed against his. Same size, that's nice. Suitable.]
[There is no bravado zapped here, Brad seems as horny as ever if his dick is anything to go by.]
I can live with a tie.
[He sucks in a breath when he feels Viktor buck up against him, but soon he's letting that same breath out. With one hand, he loosely grabs Viktor's dick and starts stroking it slowly, covering it in lube.]
'Sides, I wouldn't ask anyone to do something I wouldn't do myself.
[Viktor is also obscenely hard, he's definitely not been this excited in a long while. A dry spell is one thing, but this is a pretty spectacular way to break it.
Though Brad told him hand to himself, there's no harm in reaching for his thighs, right? Gripping each side of him overtop his lap to grip and pet.]
Neither would I. Let's give the other way a try, next time. [both sides of the coin, why not have it all ways?]
[Viktor's not about to push it, especially this horny. He also doesn't want to end up with a slap and an empty bed for causing trouble. Both hands lift back up in surrender before crossing over his head at the wrists. He'll relax!]
[Nah, that's more Nero's thing. Brad will be a shithead but he wouldn't leave Viktor hanging like that. But since Viktor is going along with it anyway, Brad winks cheekily at him.]
Much better.
[With that settled, he'll move up onto his knees and use his hands to help position himself over Viktor's dick, with the tip pressing against the crack between his cheeks.]
Now you just lay back and enjoy the show, I'll handle things.
[And with that, he starts to lower himself down, sinking slowly onto Viktor's dick. It's a good thing Viktor used three fingers too, because even with that much prep this is quite a stretch. He clenches his teeth and sucks in a breath as he takes more and more of Viktor in, filling himself up in a way he hasn't in a long time.]
I wouldn't miss... a moment, nhhhr... [he groans as Brad starts to take him inside. His dick aches feel such tightness stretching around it, pressuring him on all sides and angles. A good ache. The best possible ache there is.
His hands move about and inch off the pillow before he sighs and lets them fall back. Damn, really...]
It takes such willpower to not touch you. You're the image of... perfection. [there is admiration in that, but also open jealousy that Viktor wouldn't be so disingenuous as to try and hide. Not envy, envy is always based in destruction to lift yourself up into someone's place. No, he is simply jealous, a petty and yearning sort of feeling he used as motivation to strive for better.
Without it, would he so doggedly pursue his wants, his goals? Viktor does not think so. He wants Bradley with ferocity.]
[Brad soon ends up flush against Viktor, knees shaking a little from the effort. He feels stretched and full, which is both satisfying and enough to take his breath away. He's never taken a dick this big before, and he's starting to wonder why. This is awesome.
He chuckles breathlessly at Viktor's words. Perfection, is it?]
'm far from perfect, you can't barely lay a hand on me without touching the evidence of one of my past mistakes.
[It's true, there's scars criss-crossing his arms, legs, abdomen, and even his face. Countless stab wounds and gunshots he has taken, and is now left with the reminders of the times he lived despite anything. They're proof of his toughness, but it's times like these that make him feel insecure about them. He would love to have perfect, smooth skin again if he could.]
But if you don't mind the scars, you can watch all ya like.
[And that's where he starts to move, using his leg strength to lift himself up off of Viktor most of the way before sliding back down onto him.]
The scars... they are further proof of... of your perfection. [Viktor's chest bobs heavily as he speaks, trying to be sure he doesn't fall short of breath. It would be a real shame, to start wheezing and hacking now. His hands again jitter with a desire to reach out, to grope, to grab. He turns them backwards, bundling both fists into the pillow behind his head.
Brad is quick to take him all in, Viktor not able to buck back with much strength from such an angle. That isn't his assignment, though. He only writhes to adjust his angle, slightly, wanting to better pressure Brad's prostate as he begins to fuck him self using Viktor's thick cock.]
You are glorious. [his accent hits that word real thick]
[It's scary how much Brad is affected by these praises. He fishes for compliments frequently, though a lot of it is showmanship and boasting. Brad is confident in who he is, and words can't tear him down. But in this moment, where he's exposing himself to Viktor and showing a side most people don't see, the praises mean a lot more to him.
Maybe someday he'll explain why he's not proud about his scars. But for right now, he grinds down onto Viktor's cock in an effort to forget any negative feelings he has at all.]
[Viktor is a ruffled up mess beneath Brad at this point, but he's aware of that fact. He'll play into it. All splayed out into the sheets, sweat clinging to his sharp features, lips kissed bruised and neck darkened from Brad's hickies. His fingers crumple the pillow they're dug into, gripping it as he wish he could his partner. Been told no and promised to behave himself... but Brad might loosen up the rules if he's desperate enough?
He digs in his heels, willing to push it further. He cocks a wry smirk up to Bradley, playing cutesy and coy,]
What makes... you think that? [everything about him right now, but it's funny to pretend it isn't obvious]
[That's Brad for you: rules can be bent when it suits him.]
Just a guess. You-
[He stutters a bit there, trying to keep down a moan that tries to bubble out of him when he grinds down at a particularly good angle. If he didn't know better, he would think Viktor was aiming at his prostrate on purpose.]
-fuck, that's so good. Even without touching me you're driving me crazy.
[Sweat is beading up on his forehead, neck, and shoulders, rolling down his back and making him shine in the morning light. Even as naked as he is, he can still feel the heat. He lets his eyelids slip down as he focuses on the warmth within him, building with each slide of his hips.]
[Any of Brad's sweat that drips down off of him and only Viktor just adds to his arousal. He always yearns for a partner to get so worked up. Brad moaning and stifling himself as he greedily worked his hips along Viktor's cock is beyond intoxicating. All Viktor can do is so very lightly bounce his own hips, rolling into the hot, wet, obscenely tight heat of Brad's body. He's filling the man so full, that's no way that every motion doesn't pressure Brad's prostate at some angle or another,]
Imagine... if you let me... [Viktor chuckles softly, trying not to wheeze, only barely succeeding. He sounds so ragged, absolutely enraptured with Brad's performance. Viktor levels a playful taunt,]
[Well, Brad can't say no to a challenge. Even in the middle of sex like this.
He sinks down on Viktor once more and stays there, watching Viktor with a cocky grin on his face. Even when he's like this, grinding down on someone for his own pleasure, he can still put on an air of control and playfulness.]
[Control and playfulness, huh? Just Viktor's style. He smirks and does not reach his arms up. Brad should come down to his level,]
Only if you kiss me, first... stranger.
[Viktor wants his mouth on the man over him. If Brad obliges, if they don't keep renegotiating midfuck -which is fun, Viktor thinks- then Viktor will wrap both arms around his shoulders, hugging him around the neck,]
[Brad does oblige, taking care to use his elbows to prop himself up and keep his weight off of Viktor as he leans in for that kiss. Then, as they kiss, he slips his hands into Viktor's hair in an attempt to touch the man in return. It seems like his neediness has overtaken his stubbornness.]
[Neediness is definitely a word that describes them both about now. Their lips meet and Viktor welcomes Brad with a deep hunger. As if he could drink him in, body and mind and soul. As if he could drink in some of that perfection he seems so taken with.
Since the man isn't putting his weight on him, Viktor uses what strength his arms have to leverage against him. Anchoring into his shoulders and back, Viktor can move his hips to match Brad's pace. He's so eager to match him anyway he can. Their physical differences are in start relief all tangled up with one another, but Viktor can meet Brad one-to-one for eagerness. Desperation. Passion. Things that really matter for good sex.
Not that Brad's raw physicality hurts with that. Everything feels so amplified, loud and only growing. Viktor can hear his own heart pounding in his chest, his own panting breathes caught only briefly between each kiss and lash of tongue,]
[Now that Viktor can get his hands on Brad, he'll be able to feel what Brad has been trying to bite down and suppress. The way his skin is slick from sweat, the way his back trembles just a little when Viktor hits that spot deep within him, the way his muscles relax when the two of them kiss. Brad tries to play up being some smug, sexy guy who can do anything, but the reality is that he is not quite as collected as he likes to pretend he is. Bradley is, despite everything, still very human in his mannerisms.
He meets Viktor kiss for kiss, only pulling away briefly when he's in need of air. This is actually a good way to get him to stop talking, as he doesn't say any comments at all. He just takes in quick breaths between kisses and tries not to moan too loudly. Even with the soundproofing spell, Brad doesn't like being too loud. But the sounds are there, and with them chest-to-chest Viktor will be able to feel those groans as they slip out quietly.
He feels a familiar pressure building up inside of him, and he's chasing that high right now. He tries to angle himself so Viktor can grind against his prostate again, that should help him get over the edge.]
[The moment, the intimacy, between them is pure electricity. Viktor can feel it buzzing in his toes and radiating out from his fingertips. An energy he hasn't felt in a good, long while. Pent up desire that he got too used to, that went dull like an old ache. He pulls his arms from Bradley's back to his front, fondling his chest as he pushes him away from their overlong kiss. His voice is soft, but heavy with yearning,]
Show me. Go on. [He wants to watch Brad come undone. His hands dip down to be sure that's what's next, gripping his balls and cock. Very good with his hands, remember?
Viktor won't be far behind, if Brad squeezes him any tighter than he is, he'll cum on the spot,]
[When Viktor practically tells him to come Bradley nearly does so right then and there. But what actually pushes him over the edge is that hand around his cock. Brad is strung up tight light a piano wire, and just being touched down there is enough to make that wire snap. He gasps as he spills over Viktor's hand, body shaking with release. Even his insides quiver around Viktor's dick.
It's been a while since he's had such a mind-blowing orgasm, doubly so from the receiving side of things, so he presses his face against Viktor's shoulder and rides it out.]
[Just that single touch more and Bradley's falling apart over top him. It's pure satisfaction to see, such a powerful man crumbling from Viktor's efforts. The look on Brad's face, the way his body tenses, relaxes, and quivers around his cock... Viktor cums in turn. A ragged and broken moan purrs out of him, spilling as pent up a load as he's ever had into Brad.
Much as Viktor wants to grip onto his partner in turn, his hands are a mess. He only briefly continues to stroke Brad, wanting to milk his orgasm for all it is worth. Boney, yet slick fingers will let him go before he's likely to get overstimulated. Viktor's hands slip away from between their bodies and just... flop to each side on the bed.
Phew.... damn.... He's tired. Viktor just lays back, fully relaxes, panting heavy beneath the other man. A moment of perfection, afterglow overtaking every nerve in Viktor's body. He can't move, but it feels damn good to just sink into the oblivion of it all.]
[He does get overstimulated after a few moments of that, so he lets out a soft whine before rolling off of Viktor entirely. Man, it's been a while since he's worked himself tired like this. He's going to need a bit to just breathe and regain himself.
He does wave his hand lazily in the air though, and soon a towel from somewhere in Viktor's apartment appears and drops itself on Viktor's chest. Why get out of bed to clean up when he can bring the clean up to them?]
Damn.
[Damn indeed.
He turns his head and faces Viktor, still looking flushed and sweaty as a grins.]
Damn... [Viktor echoes back, shivering to have Brad lift off of him. His head tips and fall to the side where Brad is, looking at him with blissful admiration. Handsome, flushed man in his bed. That's a real vision of perfection, isn't it?]
We- ["I should get back to work," "I have so much to get done," "There's not time to waste on-"] -... yes. We should.
[There's no resisting a promise for more of that, in this rare instance, his work can wait.]
[Bradley doesn't plan to move for a while yet, but he can still grab the towel and start wiping himself off. He only goes for his chest for the time being, deciding to use the shower to clean out his ass later.
Once he's done he'll roll over onto his side so he can start cleaning up Viktor's chest as well. As it so happens, when he rolls onto his side the mark on his abdomen is visible.]
Able to? Yes.... Do I want to, however? [he's somehow both exhilarated to his core and tired out of his mind. Viktor reaches to rub his neck where the hickey aches, only to smear cum all over himself. Whelp,]
Ehg... I should, I should still go in. [Please pass him the towel, he made the mess worse for himself with his waffling,]
I'll get plenty done. I have clarity now, as you put it.
[Brad said it in a more crass way, but Viktor will play coy. He wipes his hands and neck off for now, the shower will get the rest of the mess off him. Much as he'd like to just stay sunken into the sheets, there is a whole day ahead of him. Duty cannot be completely thrown out just because there is a pleasing distraction,
He looks to the mark when mentioned, reaching out again to tickle his fingertips along it. How did it feel now? Still thrumming with that inexplicable potential energy-?]
[It seems to have dulled just a little, probably because the heightened energy of sex is no longer present. But there is still a buzz of energy in it regardless, much more than the ambient energy Brad has. Viktor has felt some of Brad's magic before, so he can sense that some of Brad's magic in it. But there's another person's magic presence too, sort of like it took the magic of two people to make this mark. The second person's magic feels shaky and new, like they're not so sure in their magic yet. Brad's confident magic mixes with it, almost like it's showing the other's magic how to make this spell work.
Brad's smile seems softer and more genuine as Viktor touches the mark.]
It's the mark that ties me to the Sage. Every darkspawn hunter has one somewhere on their body. When we join, we swear ourselves to both the Sage and the cause, and this mark is a representation of that promise.
I think it also lets the Sage track us too, since they seem to know wherever we go if we get lost.
I see... and who is the Sage to you? Your superior-? Or a lover?
[Viktor, despite his talk of jealousy, does not ask that with any of it. He's just curious, sure Brad is open if he does share himself with multiple partners. Well, he could hope so. Viktor jokes,]
Either way, I wouldn't know what to say if they came here asking after you.
Nah, they're just a kid. I don't think they're even old enough to drink yet. They're more like...the boss, yeah. The boss of all the darkspawn hunter groups.
The Sage does have some magic, but it's not on the level of a wizard's magic. They mostly do the planning for big missions and keep track of everyone's health and stuff. Actually, it's the current Sage's first year of doing this, our previous Sage died last year so he got replaced by this kid.
[Hey, any talk is pillow talk. There were days Brad would talk about new heists while in bed with his right-hand-man, this isn't unusual for him.]
Well, because the Sage is never a wizard. It's always a human. That's how it's been for...well, thousands of years now, so long before I was even born.
Now I can be jealous. [he is still joking, a puff of laughter out his nose to declare as such. Closing his eyes, he sighs again, thinking it would be nice to just go right back to sleep with the mage in his arms.
The thought snaps away, Viktor opening his eyes. No, get up, get moving. He's already spent so much time with this... He grunts to lift himself up onto an elbow, other arm still rubbing affectionately along that mark on Brad's midsection.]
... thank you for indulging me. I believe my shower has room enough for us to share.
[Viktor would make for a good Sage, Brad thinks. His analytical mind would be a benefit in the never-ending war against the darkspawn. Alas, if only he had found Viktor a year sooner...
He reaches up to gently cover Viktor's hand with his own.]
You sure we can shower together without causing more of a delay?
I have my own pursuits, but perhaps in another life. [Viktor won't think too hard about it, but it is a nice idea. Him, some cause of greater good beyond the boundaries and conflicts of Piltover. Or the Undercity. How different everything could have been.
His hands moves to lace fingers with Brad's clinging to him possessively once more,]
No. What's a bit further delay when you're already so late? [he's absolutely angling to have their hands and bodies all over one another again, but if it's mixed into showering, at least they're able to leave the affair clean and ready for the rest of their half-day apart.]
I can manage. But I would not say no to you helping me along.
[The shower itself has a bar and a seat built into the wall, so it's accessible for him without needing to juggle the brace or crutch. Getting there is doable without either, but he won't say no to putting his weight on Brad to make it a smoother few steps there. Not far from his bed, anyways. He'll move to get up and head that way himself.
The bedroom is set up for this, with his dresser and a side table forming a path he could rest his weight on that side if necessary. The brace is for getting around the city, academy, and lab. His home could be laid out to better accommodate him without it.]
[He's happy to help in any way Viktor might need. Even if the whole 'hired muscle' is just a cover story, he'll do it genuinely too. Once he's out of bed he offers his arm to Viktor, to give him something solid to hold onto while they walk. He's got plenty of practice at it too, he's cared for plenty of old and ailing people in the past.
When he sees the shower though, that gets him curious.]
Oh, is this so you can sit in the shower? Neat, I never thought about that before.
[Viktor puts a hand to Brad's shoulder and leans on him to the shower. Flipping the water on, he pulls a lever that heats up a glowing red stone, granting heat and steam to the experience. Moving into the enclosed space, he will sit, in part because it gives Brad more space to join him in the shower]
It is very helpful. Especially after a long day... or before one.
[As they're doing now, Viktor is glad for it. He'll reach for Brad and put his hands to each of the man's hips if allowed. Seated, his face neatly aligns with Brad's mark. Admire his restraint for not immediately biting or kissing it, Brad.]
[Brad sighs and relaxes into the warm water, letting the heat draw out every ache in his body. Yep, a hot shower is exactly what's needed after strenuous activity. This was a fantastic idea.
He glances down at Viktor, who has his hands on his hips, and he smirks.]
What, gonna bite me again? Or do you want me to wash your hair?
Well sure, that's the benefit to bathing together.
[He's done it countless times before with friends, past lovers, and even some acquaintances. Group bathing is common in the North, and he is not shy about it.]
Mm, certainly. [He would like that, but it is odd to admit. Having sex, sure, but all this intimacy is less common. Being younger and having lovers was usually a rush, rush, rush. Not much... romance. That is what it feels like.
It probably shouldn't. He's just getting sappy. Too long without this and now he's overthinking, getting odd and stupid hopes. Shake it off, Viktor... the man will sneeze and be gone as quickly as he arrived.
Viktor leans in and bites him, softly, on a hipbone. Take that.]
[Viktor kisses the spot before leaning his head forward and resting it on Brad's front like he's Viktor's own, personal shelf. Looking up at Brad, he smirks with a wry contentment to the man.]
I could stop. [if Brad tells him to, but not until then]
[Even if they're playing in the shower, Brad will still get some of the cleaning done. Mostly because he knows how good having someone else wash your hair is.
He sets the soap bottle aside and puts both of his hands to Viktor's head, working his fingers in and gently massaging the shampoo against Viktor's scalp. He gets nice and deep in there, working it both to get his hair clean and to let Viktor feel how good a head massage is.]
One act need not supersede the other. [Viktor heeds, and yet does not follow through. He rests his head on Brad, nuzzling him to free any stray, caught hairs, but won't lift his head away outright. It is too nice this way. His arms reach to embrace Brad, fitting just beneath each cascade of hipbone.
He does look so very, truly contented at the hair washing. The strong hands and firm fingers rubbing his scalp are intoxicating. Take him right out of his tired body. This act definitely is all he can care about while it lasts, it's good to feel... taken care of. Viktor doesn't often accept help, let alone ask for it.]
[He is very methodical here, making sure every inch of Viktor's scalp receives attention. There are plenty of suds by the end of it, but that just means Viktor's hair will be squeaky clean and smell nice. Another way Brad can thumb his nose and Jayce and go 'look what I'm doing and you're not'.
(Jayce has done nothing wrong, Brad is just an asshole.)]
[(Jayce has, perhaps, done a few things wrong. He'll live.)]
It feels... fantastic.
[Actual aftercare! What a concept! Viktor would do this sort of things for his partners if they weren't being too stubborn for it, but that was rare. A "suit yourself" moment Viktor was too selfish to correct. Especially in his younger days... He smirks, teasing Brad given their heights and relative positions, with Viktor seated.]
[With the scrubbing done, Brad takes a moment to help the water rinse Viktor's hair out. He uses just a tiny bit of magic to redirect the water right onto Viktor's scalp, rinsing away the soap and grime of two days. He's careful to keep said water out of Viktor's face though, and once he's done rinsing he'll let the water go back to normal.]
Everybody wants me on my knees.
[He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he says that, but in actuality he will sit down normally on his knees in front of Viktor. At this angle, Viktor will be able to see the patches of black and white hair and how they blend together on Brad's head. It doesn't look like Brad is greying though, it's clearly something else.]
Ever wonder why that is? I can think of a couple reasons... [Viktor teases, his hands tracing along Brad as he moves to his knees. Something of possessiveness, something of concern he might slip. Hands that reach for his hair once he is settled down safely. Viktor's long fingers comb through with care, brushing out any snags.
The color is curious...]
Does your hair grow in this way? Or do you do this coloring to it?
[Just. Planting that thought for later. He would not mind sucking Viktor's dick at all, even with it being so big. He's always up for a challenge.
He sighs into the touch as Viktor starts to comb out his hair. He really does like attention like this. Sex is good, but having your hair washed by someone else is a 10/10 experience for him. He'll even lean forward and rest his arms criss-cross on Viktor's lap, and he rests his chin on top of that.]
My hair was black at first, and the white spots came in when I ate my first mana stone. It's something that can happen if you try to eat a stone that's more powerful than you should be eating. The magic just fries parts of your hair 'n scalp.
[Indeed, the scalp under those white patches is lighter, like it was bleached white somehow.]
Fascinating... and you did that a few times I take it? To get so much of this-? Very bold of you.
[his tone is appreciative, full of interest and awe. The world of mages... it is so new to him. Piltover would fear such things, seeing itself as a bastion away from magic... while also investing in its own magical technology. Viktor can't see much of a difference, all that matters to him is that one day... Hextech can be in the hands of average people and not only those at the top of the highest tower.
Viktor does look to the spotty patterns before remembering he has a task to do. Reaching to take some shampoo, he lathers a healthy amount into Brad's hair to begin cleaning him up in turn. Again, those hands of his are very skilled, nice and firm without being too rough.]
Well, it's the price to pay for power. If you wanna get strong, you gotta take some risks along the way.
[Such is the truth of being a wizard. Weak wizards don't survive for long in their world. If you want to live and enjoy the centuries, you have to fight for that power.
He sighs and closes his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy Viktor's fingers against his scalp. How long has it been since he's been pampered like this? Definitely since before prison at the very least. He was lucky to get a shower at all there.]
I was actually born with really weak magic. I had to train hard and eat lotsa mana stones to get where I am now. It's why I trained my body too: it's never bad to have a backup in case magic doesn't work.
You've overcome a lot. Is there... something you're working towards? A purpose to your power?
[Viktor enjoys asking questions in this situation, it is... soothing. He doesn't feel so much like he's prying, like he's trying to crowbar out information from the man. Brad has been so giving with his time, his knowledge, and now his affection. Viktor wants to keep indulging and being indulged.]
[Brad honestly has nothing to fear with the information he's sharing. Things that can cause him trouble are kept close to his heart, but none of this will cause problems for him. Or at least, it won't cause problems he can't get himself out of.]
If you're strong enough, you can protect people just by being there. Anyone who'd cause trouble would stay away because you'd scare 'em off without havin' to do anything. And if you're strong enough, you don't have to put up with bullshit from someone else.
[If he's strong enough, Nero won't be mad at him for taking so many risks, because his victory will be guaranteed. If he's strong enough, he can fight off the darkspawn without any injuries.
If he's strong enough, his allies won't die on his watch ever again.
...]
Power has value, just by havin' it. That's what I'm working towards: being so strong I don't even have to use my power.
And that is what you want? To not use your great power, because you do not have to?
[Viktor scrubs Brad's hair until he asks these questions. Then, he glides both hands down to cradle the man's jaw in both his hands. Nails scratch at the scruff of his chin, cleaning off any clinging dead skin and loose prickle of facial hair.
Power is certainly attractive. Viktor had been chasing it for himself, not hungry for it so much as desperately in need of what he could achieve. He had a gifted mind, he had determination, he had drive and fearlessness and cunning- he had so much that people wouldn't ever see if he didn't assert himself. If he had been born a mage like Bradley, he too would have devoured stone after stone without care to the risk.]
Yeah. I mean, don't get me wrong: magic makes life much easier. But I usually use it for stuff like levitating things to me, or teleporting something from my place to me. Fighting darkspawn is one thing, I'll be in that fight until I die, but I don't wanna deal with assholes who're afraid of magic, or people who just wanna start shit with me. If I can scare 'em away with just existing, that's all for the better. I'm gonna have kids someday, and I want 'em to be safe growing up.
[There's another secret about Brad: he wants to be a father. Biological, adopted, it doesn't matter to him. Anyone who needs a dad can have him as a dad, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
But that's also why he needs to be powerful: to protect his future family.]
[That does surprise Viktor to hear, not sure he'd think of Brad as the fatherly type. But now that he considers it, it fits him. A broad grinning, loud mouthed father herding his kids inside, all exhausted from playing. He can see it.]
Having little ones is a fine goal. Wanting to be strong enough to protect them... I understand, Bradley.
[the world is a harsh place with harsh people. More kids could use a father figure capable of protecting them no matter what could happen.]
[Viktor laughs at that, ruffling Brad's hair with both hands. He looks fondly to the man, before muttering,]
Maybe I shouldn't send you to the Undercity... you'll be adopted by half a dozen children.
[he simply does not have the room or time... Viktor can't bare the idea of giving a child a glimpse of security and then dying without someone to take his place. Not any concern of Brad's, with his kind of lifetime, though... that results in its own heartache,]
[He really shouldn't adopt half a dozen children in a far-off country, hundred of miles away from home. But you know, it's tempting. Almost as tempting as it is to tease Viktor.]
What, worried they'll take up all my time and I'll have none left for you?
[Because that's easier to talk about than Viktor's mortality.]
[Viktor looks surprised by the teasing, not knowing how to respond for once. He's not always got a snappy come back, after all. Instead, he just grabs a handheld nozzle to his side and pulls it forward to spray into Brad's forehead with a blast of concentrated water. He really hadn't needed to use magic for that, but Viktor didn't go showing him all the accessibility features of his shower. This is a nice one. Definitely soaking Brad in too much water for him to keep teasing.
Also, it feels really nice power washing his scalp in tandem with Viktor's attentive combing of fingers. He's going to be so refreshed after this... as Viktor already feels, even if he's a bit flustered by the idea he's monopolizing this man's time so openly,]
[Whatever Brad had been about to add to that question is lost in the stream of WARGHARBL from that blast of water right to his face. It's a perfect revenge all things considered, it shuts him up for the moment.
By the time Viktor lets up on the water, Brad looks like a drowned rat. Even if it felt nice on his scalp, he feels like he got his face blasted off too.]
[Viktor, no. He will stop menacing Brad with the sprayer, turning it off and setting it aside. The pressure is definitely too high for sensitive areas. Nostrils included.]
[Viktor, not a man to mince words or not be helpful when he can be,]
Would you like my fingers to help clean you out? [given Viktor did creampie the man not long ago. That should probably be apart of this little bout of aftercare. Viktor's not about to be shy over it, just practical, really.]
I wouldn't, Bradley, come on now. [He chuckles softly, putting both hands up in a wave of surrender to that. No way,]
What I could do is use it up and down your spine, so the water pours down your back. That feels quite nice. [and could help with the clean up, but he will float the idea first instead of just doing it.
A real courtesy, there, when Viktor do just being doing things, sometimes.]
I wouldn't do anything I wouldn't do to myself. [and no, he wouldn't blast his ass with that kind of power sprayer either, yike.
Viktor scoots back in the seat and sets his legs together, giving Brad room to set his knees on each side of his hips. Patting his thigh to motion him forward,]
[Well, that's actually his life philosophy so he accepts that from Viktor. He'll scoot to sit on Viktor's legs, facing away from him. He does worry about squishing Viktor, but he's doing his best to nor be overbearing about his thoughts.]
You can shove me off if my ass is too bony.
[He does turn his worries into jokes pretty often too though.]
Let's check... [Viktor says, before pinching and groping Brad's ass with both hands a few ways. Testing, testing- his assessment is an easy one to include.]
A full shape, plenty of muscle; you're fine. [damn fine, is right. Viktor leans forward to kiss at a scar on the man's back, anything that's in reach of him from such an angle.]
[He realizes that he basically invited this, and he laughs.]
Ha! A fair assessment.
[There's so many scars to choose from, Bradley really has been through the wringer. But at that angle, Viktor has three choices: hefty claw marks on Bradley's right forearm, a couple round scars up near the back of his neck that are indicative of bullet wounds, and a long diagonal slash that goes from Bradley's right shoulder to his left hip.]
[Viktor will start at that long slash, but then why not the rest, too? Brad's body is just right there, waiting to be lavished with kisses. He'll be considerate and not use his teeth, as Viktor has been want to do. He doesn't know how tender that flesh is, nothing would spoil a good mood like striking an unexpected nerve.]
You are... glorious, Bradley. I think I told you that. [he laps some water from skin,]
[They're not as sensitive as they were centuries ago, but it still feels nice to have gentle attention paid to them. Brad isn't exactly proud of some of these scars, they're evidence of the stupid mistakes he's made in the past. But he won't deny that they're an accurate retelling of past battles and recoveries.]
Well, what can I say? I've lived a life full of glory.
[He can focus on the overall stories of each scar, rather than the moment of injury. That makes it easier to share.]
The claw marks are from one of the darkspawn fights a few decades back. It was a tough fight, and I had to spend a few weeks in the medical ward afterwards, but...y'know, better me than one of the kids. Or one of the humans, they would've died instantly from the darkspawn poison.
[He barely feels it anymore, but those scars do ache when the darkspawn are nearby. It's handy, but painful still.]
The bullet scars are newer too, from like...it was like a decade before I got arrested, so hand pistols had just been invented. Someone got a few lucky shots on me. That one needed healing right away, it got way too close to my spine. Layin' out in the snow while the team healer did his work sucked.
The big one though, that's from a duel. I won, but just barely.
[Nero had cried over him then. In retrospect, that fight had been the start of the end for Brad and Nero's relationship.]
[Viktor listens well and close, moving to grab the pressure sprayer as he's spoken to. He has already grown attached to hearing Bradley's stories. Pieces of a mage's life... all so-]
Incredible. Truly. The persistence to survive... recovering from these could not have been easy. [Even with magic, the lasting marks make it clear that there is no waving a wand and making such things simply disappear. They linger, they scar.
He does as promises, starting high at Brad's spine and spraying the higher pressured water down his back. Viktor's hands massage into him, washing his back while he's in such a state to dote on the man.]
Yeah, well. That's what guys like you 'n me do. We refuse what the world gave us and fight for what we deserve.
[Viktor's achievements might not be on as grand of a scale, but sneaking into an academy by wearing the uniform and acting like he belongs takes balls. Brad likes that about Viktor.
He also likes the feel of that water on his spine, yes please, keep that up.]
To consider us as similar... now that is a stunning compliment.
[Not flattery, but sincere compliment. Viktor believes in himself, he always has, but others see him different. He's looked down on, pitied, or simply not seen at all, a shadow cast behind a greater man. Jayce was the exception all these years, he always recognized Viktor's achievements and contributions. If Viktor really thought about it, Mel and Heimerdinger saw him, though he worried it was more for his value to them than his self worth.
Brad understand him. It's a good feeling, too. Recognized.]
You know, once upon a time I used to recognize talent like yours 'n train 'em up. Or point 'em in the right direction if it was something I didn't know.
[Once upon a time, when he was the Bandit King of the North, and he filled out his ranks with talented men and women. People of all walks of life, who just hoped to become something they dreamed of.
People who died, all because of him.]
...but those days are mostly over, now that I'm busy with the fight against the darkspawn. The only training I do is with new recruits.
Trained... no, it is a bit too late for me. Not that I am passed learning, just-
[He doesn't have much time left. It would not be a wise investment to make. That's always what he's been, after all, an investment for those around him to bet their money on. Brad may have plenty of time, but that doesn't mean it's not precious.
Viktor will take what he can get of it.]
-nevermind. I keep getting distracted. Relax. [he is about to stick a finger in Brad's ass, best to not be too serious about that]
[He knows exactly what Viktor means. He knows Viktor is sick, and the way he acts about it means his life will be drastically shortened by it. There is no doubt in Brad's mind that Viktor is saying that because he thinks he doesn't have enough time.
But Brad smiles and says something different.]
Right, it'd be weird if you were trained by the guy you just railed.
[What he can't say in seriousness he will say in comedy.
[Viktor has definitely not fucked his previous mentors. Academy professors, Heimerdinger, and Singed... he has never been that down bad. Good god, never.
If ever he needed an idea to turn him off, that would do it! Thanks, Brad. Now he can focus on this task without being riled up.]
It has become the truth at the heart of the lie, meaning it will be all the more convincing. [Viktor kisses the man on the shoulder to say this, a little bit more doting, since they're at it.
And his fingers are about done working Brad clean from the mess he made. He's a responsible man, sometimes, he can clean up his own mess...]
Though... hm. I could go with you. To the Undercity, that is. I have an... associate. I need to see. He is secretive and I cannot lead you to him, but we can meet back up afterward.
So you're gonna skip work this afternoon too? How brazen.
[That said, he wouldn't mind the company. He doesn't know the way down there and walking all of that distance is going to suck. If he were left to his own devices he would just give up and use a broom once he saw how deep the Undercity went.]
It... is for work. He is a doctor. Keeping myself alive is eh, ah... important part of things. I would say.
[Yeah, a little bit there, Viktor. He doesn't know if the man can help him, but if anybody can... well, the disgraced chemist of the Academy would be the man.]
Jayce will understand. [he says it a bit wry, but he does mean it. Sincerely. He needs to rescue himself from being doomed by the narrative. Jayce will support him in that, no matter the depths he needs to reach down to.]
Viktor's words actually get Bradley to pause, and his teasing suddenly becomes a lot more pensive. He's weighing the options in his mind.]
...it's a bad idea for me to even try anything with your lungs, I ain't even done anything with that before. Magic's great, but it's scary how quickly stuff can go bad if you mess up.
[He knows the risks. He's tried other things, in life or death situations. He's not going to talk about the guys who ended up Changed Forever because of him. Best to keep those nightmares to himself.]
Might be able to do something about your leg though. Bones, that's what I'm good at healing.
No. Bradley. I will seek my own solutions. Your knowledge of the runes I plan to use... they could very well help me.
[Viktor really doesn't want to admit just how badly he's doing to Brad. They've had a nice time since meeting one another. To change that into Brad being nothing but concerned for him, or worse yet, start to pity him... that would spoil it all.
Better to maintain some distance, some mystery to just how bad his condition is.
Though, after this shower and knowing how far they plan to travel in the day, Viktor needs his back brace as well as the one for his leg and his cane. He pets at Brad's hips once more before easing him to move off his lap. They should... not waste more time.]
We'll talk about it again, once I've seen... the doctor. Gotten his opinion on my... options.
[So Viktor won't let Brad heal him, but he'll let Brad teach him how to heal? That's certainly a creative solution to the problem of Viktor's feelings on the matter.]
At least lemme show you a couple'a runes that'll get yer brace movin' like a real leg. It'll make walking faster.
[He still has some small mana stones to use for projects, after all, and if any darkspawn lurk in the Undercity then he can get more.
He takes the hint though, and he stands up. As nice as the shower feels, they have to go about their day.]
[Viktor will turn that down, too, at least for the time being. If he's just striding around all of a sudden, that's suspicious! As is,]
No open magic beyond this room. You'd have to flee the city the moment someone saw you trying to sweep up the skyline.
[Which would be easy enough for Brad, but Viktor wants him to stick around. Not just for the strides in advancements he can help Viktor make in Hextech, towards saving his own life potentially... but also for the company. This has been the most hopeful and inspired he's felt a long time. Selfishly, Viktor wants to hang onto that with both hands.
Even if those hands are shooing Bradley from the shower. They need to get a move one! Water off, towels on. All the rest that follows for getting ready. It is a process with Viktor, but he knows it well and doesn't need help. Bradley can make their breakfast again, if he's so insistent on being useful]
[Brad just seems like that kind of a guy. It isn't like Viktor believes everything he'se told, but for the most part, the man has been showing him magic. Demonstration is key... and Brad's attitude definitely has the display features of a King of Bandits.]
Of course they would be. I'm not worry about you, but about them. People there can be very desperate. [It would be punching down, for Brad, very ignoble of him even if they were to ones to instigate.]
Though, shimmer is rampant... ah, if you ran into anybody with glowing purple veins, you would be best not underestimate their capabilities. It is a terrifying drug run rampant in those parts. [of which Viktor doesn't realize will be just what his "doctor" hands him, even if he gets the privilege of an apex strain over the street stuff. Perks.]
[Awww, how sweet of Viktor. He'll be sure to show Viktor why he's called the Bandit King someday, but for now incognito really is for the best. He's walking to a mirror to look over himself and try to decide what layers to give up.]
I should keep the outer coat, and definitely the layer with all the knives 'n lockpicking tools. Maybe the warmth layer isn't needed? How cold does it get there?
[Shimmer, is it? Hmm... the description sounds interesting. It kind of makes him want to find someone on shimmer just so he can test his strength. That curiosity is definitely reflected in his eyes, if Viktor looks. Brad might make some Choices down there.]
How likely is it that we'll come across someone like that?
[Dried off and sat on his bed once more, Viktor has attached a truly... impressively engineered back brace onto himself as he speaks. He tightens down a shoulder strap, which should make sense of a certain darkened line of skin across that side. Should Viktor be wearing this thing at all times, these days? Maybe, but he doesn't always do the most advisable thing for himself.
He covers it with an undershirt and then his button up over top soon after. Pants next, then his leg brace...]
Not too cold, no. It would be likely if you are drawing attention to yourself.
[he gives Brad such a warning look, again not because the man would be endangering himself, but because Viktor would be peeved with him starting fights,]
[He sounds disappointed. He would love to have a good fight, even with the handicap of no magic.
He slips off the cloak and rids himself of the thermal layer, plus the vest. Neither of those have tools or weapons on them, so they can stay behind. The cloak goes back on though, and he draws the hood up over his head to demonstrate how well it hides his identity.]
[Simply put. Viktor isn't one to mince words or give shallow flattery. Brad will look well off in that quality of garb, but not so exaggerated, like a lost King. If he catches any trouble, it wouldn't be any more than Viktor might get, looking like a Piltie, these days. At least he has the local accent and dialect to support him, those of the Undercity do not often mess with their own people.
Or, that's how it used to be, before Shimmer.
Viktor finishes dressing and locks his leg brace into place. His hair is messy, wet and clinging to him, but it will dry as they walk. He doesn't really care for his appearance all that much. As long as it's out of his face, it's fine.]
[Brad knows a spell to get hair to dry fast, but he holds off on offering it. Viktor seems ready to go, and Brad won't delay him further. Besides, his hair is short enough to dry on a walk, and Brad has a comb stuck away in one of his pockets if it's needed.
It's a long walk though, even just to the entrance of Zaun, and Brad is already wishing they could have just flown. He's not tired or anything, but he's also used to how much time is saved by flying. In his mind, he's saying 'we could have already been there'.
He won't say it out loud though. Not to Viktor, and not where prying eyes and ears might notice the conversation.
He will whisper a question to VIktor though:]
We're not gonna need papers or anything to go there, right?
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Brad doesn't seem to mind how close Viktor is, now how much they're touching. He lets Viktor be, and he smiling as he falls asleep.
Brad is, unfortunately, a late sleeper though. So the next morning, Viktor will have to crawl out of their sleeping embrace. Brad won't make his way out of the bedroom until nearly 10 am unless he's purposefully woken up. But hey, at least he didn't snore? He's not a terrible bed partner.]
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It reminded him of when he was sneaking into the Academy. When he didn't want to travel all the way back to the undercity and risk drawing attention to his deception. He could usually find some young man of Piltover willing to keep him in his bed or on his couch for the night. Not even all that often for sex, just a friendly or convenient favor, an exchange for help completing some project or assignment. Viktor was always crafty with that sort of thing. Good at overstaying his welcome.
And sometime it had gone along with a fling. How times did change... now all he thought about was his work. He nuzzles into Brad's arms and while he woke up, briefly, at his more usual time... the feeling of being held lulled him back to some much needed sleep. The debt he's in from so many long nights in the lab, followed by early mornings right back, is incalculable.
It is around 10am that the phone by his desk is rattling, a direct line from his apartment to the lab that he'd designed so he could be reached even off his usual hours. The noise does startle him awake, but then he's double startled to find himself so buried into another man's chest, held so securely in his arms-
Brad could probably beat him to picking it up, Viktor needs to shake off the stun he woke up to]
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A phone, however, that wakes him up immediately. A phone call in the morning usually means hunting needs to be done, and answering the call is an automatic reflex by now.
He doesn't get out of bed to answer it though. He just holds up a hand and flicks his wrist, and the phone floats right over to him. Such a display of magic for such a mundane thing. Then he takes it in hand and answers groggily, with a throat dry from sleep.]
Yeah?
[He's expecting to hear Akira on the other end. He is about to realize what a horrible mistake he's made.]
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His voice is so clearly nothing like Viktor's. Viktor is the only person to have every answered that phone, so the absolutely indignant sound of Jayce's voice when he responds "Who is this? Where is Viktor- Answer me-" is what catches Viktor up with everything. He reaches both hands to claw the phone receiver out from Bradley's clutches and pull it to respond with haste and sternness,]
I'm here, what is it?
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Well. He's awake now- it seems phone calls wake him right up with no complaints, for some reason- but he'll stay right here and listen in on Viktor's conversation. Must be one of Viktor's co-workers, given the time of day. People with day jobs go to work long before now, and they're suckers for it.
He will whisper to Viktor though, just to confirm his thoughts.]
Who's that? A co-worker?
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"... I was just checking up on you. You're usually in by now. Are you... feeling alright? Someone is with you?"
Jayce definitely hears Brad's whispered question, Viktor shh-shhing at him before responding more firmly,]
As well as I can be, Jayce. Don't worry. I-... I will be in as soon as I can. ["-You don't have to. You can take time off if you need-"]
-I will be in. Soon. Just give me time.
["... Alright."
Viktor holds his breath as he pushes the phone back to it's receiver, struggling to reach out from where he was still laid out on the bed to hand it up. He finally sighs when it's done, long and leading to an eventual cough he fights to cover with his hand,]
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With the call done, Brad finally lets go of Viktor and rolls over to sit up. He pulls his boots on and stands up before slipping his coat on. That's when he notices the crutch by where his stuff had been.]
Need this?
[He heard that cough earlier, and that combined with the brace and crutch don't paint a good picture for Viktor's health. Brad is already running through spells in his mind that might help with that, but he comes up short. Healing has never been his strong suit, and it would take someone like the Curseworker to meaningfully help Viktor's life in any way. Brad will hold off on saying anything about that right now though, since it's better to not pile all of that on Viktor right now.
Instead, once the crutch situation is sorted, Brad is going to go be nosy and see what Viktor has in his kitchen. Breakfast is always important, and today is no exception.]
I can give you a ride to work if you need one too.
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Should he change his clothes, shower, anything like that? Sure, but he's already late. It isn't like they worked up a sweat, anyways. Just... slept. Peacefully. He watches Brad raid his kitchen set up while he's fiddling the brace on,]
A ride on what, might I ask? Because if it is magic, you better not do so in public. This is Piltover and you'll start a riot. The people here... they are afraid of mages. [Not Viktor though, nothing much frightens him]
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[Brad can quickly make toast and eggs at least, to make some kind of a sandwich. Any ingredients Viktor doesn't have on hand Brad will just magically summon to the kitchen (teleported from Nero's kitchen, which will cause the chef to have a fit later, but that's not Brad's problem right now).]
A cab then?
[Brad doesn't usually ride in cars, as he prefers methods he has control over. But he has made exceptions in the past on trips to the Eastern region of his country, as they are strictly anti-magic there too. Not that he could blend in with humans there anyway, everyone in the East knows who he is and most barely tolerate him. There's a reason he only goes there to fight darkspawn.]
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He crosses to the kitchen space and stands, watching Brad rummage for breakfast. Viktor is stocked with the basics the man is looking for; bread, butter, eggs, salt, pepper. Nothing more complicated or involved than that. Even just those things... they were such luxuries where he grew up.]
... a broom sounds like a rather undignified method of transportation, if I'm being honest. [that can't be real, that's childhood storybook stuff]
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[Not that he could take Viktor for a broom ride around here, but he sticks that thought away in the back of his mind. Should the opportunity arise, he will be prepared.
He finishes one of his toast and egg sandwiches and shoves it in his mouth while he works to finish Viktor's. Once he's done, he'll hand over Viktor's sandwich then start eating his own. It's not much, but it serves it's purpose.]
It's not a dangerous walk, right?
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Why, are you worried I won't make it? Or are you just looking for an excuse to tag along?
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[At least he's honest.]
It's not like I have anything better to do here anyway. And if someone gets in your face I can stab 'em for you.
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Moreso the latter, indeed. Viktor bites into his toasts, chews, and swallows before answering further.]
The work I do is held in the strictest of confidence. I cannot simply invite you in on tour... but if you are my new muscle, to move things about for me, e-e-eh... [he make a yes-no wave of a gesture. It would be a shoddy excuse, but if he kept Brad to his office and the common areas, there shouldn't be much fuss made. He takes another bite of toast,]
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Hey, I was a day laborer when I was out on work release from prison. I can act the part at least.
[The way he just says things is amazing.
He will indeed follow after Viktor when Viktor leaves though. Good luck confining him anywhere.]
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Who in the Undercity hadn't caught a case, after all? Viktor nearly did, impersonating a student in the Academy... it was only be good grace that he amused and impressed Councilor Heimerdinger with his antics and skill.]
That is a humorous notion. Trying to keep a man who teleports when he sneezes locked up, I mean.
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[That's a wholeass story that Brad is sitting on there too, but for now he's snickering about it like it's a fond memory.]
At least being on work release I'm not violating the terms of my prison sentence if I end up in the weeds somewhere.
I'll keep all of this quiet too, no need for your co-worker to hear that you've got a felon in your home.
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A felon and a mage, sheltered in my own bed no less. Described like that, you're a true terror to the people here. [He straightens up and gets his crutch beneath him, moving towards the door. Viktor grabs his coat and slides it on, before slipping his shoes on,]
We can keep all that a secret between us. How should we have met, if either of us are asked?
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[He's certainly strong enough for it, even without his magic.]
As for how we met? Well, that co-worker of yours is already assuming we fucked, so you could say we met at a bar.
[He worded it like that specifically to fluster Viktor. But yeah, the "I boned him and now he's my lab assistant" seems like the path that will get the least prying questions asked, because everyone else would be too embarrassed to ask about it.]
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Playing into a more scandalous angle would detour further prying. [Brad meant to fluster him, instead he just made Viktor scheme more thoughtfully,]
Eh, it is too unlike me, Jayce would see right through it. Picked you up at a bar... no. Picked you up from a gutter? Perhaps... [Viktor does have a soft spot for those in need, so that's more in his character than trying to pick a man up for sex]
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Drunk in a gutter, let's go with that. And the job is to help me get back on my feet.
[Bouncing ideas off of Viktor for a backstory is actually kind of fun! Hopefully he doesn't slip up in the explanations at any point.]
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To find a man drunk in the gutter here would look odd. Definitely not impossible or even improbable, just odd against the pristine backdrop of such an affluent place. He locks the door behind them and begins his usual walk out of the complex and through to the plaza. Once they enter a space with more people, Viktor seems to get recognized rather often, though never stopped.]
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Brad actually hums as they walk along, keeping a slow pace so he's right by Viktor the whole time. Brad's magically-inclined mind is already thinking of ways to help Viktor move faster, but he keeps those thoughts to himself in this anti-magic city. It's best if he just looks like an odd companion and nothing more. He won't try to strike up conversation here, instead leaving any potential hellos for Viktor to deal with.
The walk is quick though, and soon they're at the academy. As soon as they're through the doors, Brad takes a few steps forward so he can take in the view. It sure is something, especially to someone who never went to school.]
So this is where you work?
[Brad, thinking Viktor works for the whole building.]
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Yes, impressive, isn't it? A true monolith. [there is some wryness in there, something about it clearly not sitting fully right with Viktor. There is hubris and privilege to such monuments, even if they are places of work. Good work, even, or so he likes to think of his Hextech dream...
Viktor will not show him deep into the facility, opting to go to his own more public facing office rather than the lab. He walks in and hears the phone ringing already, trying to get to it quickly to answer, but missing it. A huff as he redials...]
I just got in. There is work for me at my own office and I have a... guest. Helping me today. [right, their cover-] If you need anything moved about, I can send him to assist. He should be plenty capable.
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If you pay extra I'll do the work shirtless too.
[He says that during a pause in Viktor's conversation, so the person on the other line hears it too.]
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... On second thought, I really shouldn't send him anywhere unsupervised. We will remain in the office. Call me with any questions.
[He hangs up, quickly, so Brad isn't getting any more quips in.]
Do you find this so amusing? People talk. [judging from the lingering quirk to Viktor's expression, his quietly bemused tone, it doesn't actually bother him. He's just... surprised that a man like Brad would lean in to far to the ruse.]
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[He means his magic, but he doesn't know if anybody could be listening in here, so he winks.]
The best parts are in the pants anyway.
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[Viktor dismisses that, but his smirk speaks to his general amusement with Brad. He moves towards the central desk, littered with various stacks of papers and odd tools, but the chaos is organized. Somewhat. Seems Viktor has pulled many the items in here he no longer has a need for and just left them around because, well, they're a hassle for him to lug in and out.
He's about to delegate such a task when a coughing fit catches him. It's severe enough his manners aren't really on the mind to cover it, instead gripping the table with both hands just to not fall over from the force of it. Several long, wheezing coughs later and he seems to collect himself. Bleary eyes, he's simple glad to see he didn't hack blood onto his notes this time...]
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Without realizing it, he moves over to Viktor and gently places a hand against his back to steady him.]
Need some water?
[He won't ask if Viktor is alright, because clearly he isn't.]
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That doesn't mean he can't look after himself when he should-]
That-.... y, yes. Please. [he's disoriented for the moment so the hand against his back is appreciated to ground him. There should be a table with fresh water and glasses for guests set out in the office,]
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Here, this'll help.
[He knows he can't do much else to help either. He's just not that good at healing magic. There's others on his team that could do something, but they're thousands of miles away.]
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Thank you. [said curtly, not because Brad annoyed him in any way, but he's frustrated at the state of himself. He needs to find his own solution-
That doesn't mean a mage couldn't help. Even if just- maybe, give him more time-]
... I've heard of magic being used to heal, but I always presumed it was... wishful thinking. Fairy tales. Is there any truth to that?
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Healing does exist, but it's the riskiest kind of magic out there and really shouldn't be done except by experts. Like, I can heal a broken bone or a cut, but more complex healing than that could be deadly or worse if I try.
[He's guessing Viktor's health problems do not originate from a stab or broken bone, so.]
That said, someone on my team actually does specialize in healing magic, and could make a lot more of an impact than I could.
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[What ails Viktor is complex and has only compounded with time. Various problems, difficult to pinpoint and diagnose. The end result is the same. He will not live a full life at this rate. He will not accomplish what he set out to do, for himself or for others.]
It is not your problem to solve. If you would, please sort through those books stacked at the end of my desk. They are color coded to their place on the shelves. [it would be nice to have them back where they belong, instead of haphazardly thrown about. Viktor needs to sit down and pour over his notes on the Hexcore and its most recent activity.]
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[He's shrugging it off, basically, but leaving the door open to come back to it if Viktor changes his mind. Brad could take Viktor to his team's headquarters and talk to the healing specialist, should he ever want to try. But even that isn't guaranteed.
At the direction, Brad moves to the stack of books and begins sorting them. This would be trivial with his magic, but he's committing to the bit and doing it manually.]
...I've seen stuff like that before. Up in the North, where both food and light were scarce. You eke out a life on the fringes of civilization, and it catches up with you over time.
[He should know, several of his human siblings died from such illnesses.]
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He sits and listens to Brad relate with him. The north, huh?]
It is like that here. Piltover is a gleaming, beautiful monument, but it was built from the blood of its Undercity. I grew up there, and it was just as you said, with all things scarce. [the most important being clean air]
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With us it was the lack of sunlight. We only got a few hours a day in winter, and we never had the right foods to make up for not getting enough sun. Me 'n my gang got by on the stuff we stole from rich people, but not everybody was lucky enough to get an orange.
[Also, wizards are just naturally hardier. Bradley would have been fine regardless.]
Who would've thought starvation and not enough sunlight would be harmful, right?
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And he's sure word has gotten around that he brought this strange, attractive man in with him. After running late. Rumors always get around, the more novel and scandalous the quicker spread,]
... could you come look at some symbols for me? [he speaks more quietly, to signal that Brad should not say too loudly if he does understand the Wild Runes that Viktor had transcribed from the hexcore, the byproduct reactions of making demands of the Arcane... maybe a Mage knows how they function,]
Tell me if you recognize any of them...
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Yeah, it's, uh...
[Hmm. Can he even mention it? Whatever, he holds his hand out as if to say "hand me a pen".]
Yeah, lemme show you somethin'.
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[He will push his pen and notebook Brad's way, then angle his other research diagrams with the runes his way to better see.]
We believed that it had no exhaust, but now that seems like a naive notion.
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[Meanwhile he scrawls out a circular design, then circles certain points on the circle where they match up with the runes. Viktor is smart, Bradley figures that he can make the connection between the runes and the circles.]
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[He cannot see what, though, he does not know the hidden meaning they are trying to convey to him. Looking over the circle that Brad drew, Viktor draws his own beneath it. Not fully the same, but quite similar,]
That is a Hextech rune. It gives precise instruction and channels the arcane through it. We thought it perfectly reliable, from our years of testing. Only recently has it begun to show signs of... disobedience.
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[They were dancing around it but Brad will just come out and say it. So much for not acting like a mage.
He will take the pen again and draw a similar design, but with a couple sets of double-lines here and there.]
Try that one. That should keep the output stable while still keeping the same strength. But how are you getting this to work at all? Are you using a mana stone as a power source or something?
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He stands with an enthusiasm fueled by sudden understanding. With a quick pivot, he moves to the phone and he hastily dials,]
I need- yes, hello, it is Viktor- I need... to have the lab cleared for me. I will be up soon. [he has to be sure no active experiments are happening, but then, he's already walking out the door, a man on a mission!]
Wait here. I will bring it back for you. L, look through my notes. If I have made further errors please correct them. [his haste has a certain lively determination to it, he's going to leave and return having smuggle out a Hex Gemstone... if Brad can stay still with his task in the meanwhile. He won't find all that many errors from Viktor, seems he's been very diligent on the whole.]
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Will do!
[There's not that many errors in the notes, they mostly need stabilizing, but they don't account for the source of the energy and Viktor is going to have to explain that to him. Magic circles are easy as a wizard, since the power source is oneself. The runes needed to make the magic flow feel like second nature. For a human to apply this logic to an outside source...Viktor sure is smart, isn't he?
Alongside the notes, Brad draws a few more runes that might end up being helpful. One for auto-targeting, with interchangeable bits labeled "non-magical", "magical", and "darkspawn". One for making effects less visible. And a final one that's just labeled "killswitch".
He will be busy with this until Viktor returns.]
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When he returns, Viktor locks the office door behind him. Pulling a device over, one with a central basket claw to place the stone inside, he produces the hex gemstone to slot in. Runes spin and align, drawing power from the core in demonstration,]
... this is our power source. What did you ask for? A mana crystal? [that's what this is, isn't it? But they've refined it with their technology, a mixture of natural magic and learned science.]
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Brad visibly perks up when he sees the hex crystal. He definitely knows what that is, yep.]
Oh hey, that's a natural-growing mana stone! I'm amazed you got that to work at all, those things are notoriously unstable.
[Maybe it's roundness has something to do with that.]
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[He reaches for a hammer and just... clocks the thing. It sure sparks! Big sparks! But no explosion. This guy truly has no fear.]
Our goal... was to supply them to the common people. To make the toils of labor easier and improve lives on a ground level. Below ground, even...
[Viktor has never forgotten the Undercity, he has always wanted to help them in their struggles. To use the privilege he lucked his way into for good...
He coughs again, wheezing and out of breath from the walk and his own enthusiasm,]
... what do you think?
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But then again, collaboration can help make Viktor's dream come true, right? So maybe sharing a big secret would help...]
I think you did really good here! Drawing power from a mana stone isn't easy, especially not these kind. They're powerful, but very unstable, as the mana in them comes from within the earth. It's basically untempered mana, up until you refine it.
You might have better luck with a mana stone from another source.
[He flicks his wrist, and then there's a small stone in his hand, similar in color to the hex crystal/mana stone that Viktor has but shaped more like an actual gemstone.]
Here, give this one a try.
[If Viktor attempts it, the power won't be as strong but it will be far easier to control.]
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[Here they could only ever find the one type and it was exceedingly rare, nothing that could be mined by unskilled hands, given the volatility. But there goes Brad, plucking it from thin air...
After looking it over, Viktor will swap out the hex gemstone for what Brad provided. He fits his goggles on to protect his eyes, gesturing Brad towards a spare pair out of courtesy.
The stone doesn't fit quite as well, but Viktor will recalibrate and boot the machine up- which seems to really struggle with the new task. Viktor doesn't flinch, he just cranks the device until he finds the breakthrough point- magic flashing within the space and beaming brightly out the windows.
There is definitely going to be a knock on the door soon, from a curious co-worker unable to stay away. Viktor isn't thinking about that, he just comments,]
Incredible... The raw output is not as high, but it stabilized so much faster and more even than our own. This would be ideal for common use!
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[Which. Says something about the farming process. As well as wizard culture as a whole, if they're eating these things.]
What're you gonna use 'em for?
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[this is the most important thing to question about all that]
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Oh, but don't try it yourself. It only works for wizards. For a regular human, you'd mutate into a horrible monster.
[He says this so casually, like it's no big deal.]
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We should not talk more on this here. It is risky, but... at my home, I will bring some notebooks back with me. [he doesn't know there is a sound proof spell on the room, Viktor is just being excitedly reckless up onto now. Reaching a hand to Brad, he lightly squeezes at his arm to emphasis,]
Thank you, for showing me this. This could change so much.
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Hey, anything that helps, right? You gotta change the world, I might as well make it easier.
[But yeah, they need to clean up quickly and hide the device that Viktor brought over. Once they're in the clear Brad quickly drops the sound proofing spell and leans back against the desk.]
So, what now? Do we get to go home early?
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He might only be around until next he sneezes, right? At any moment, couldn't he just poof away, leaving Viktor with too many questions to ever answer by himself?
There is a noise like someone trying the door without knocking, rattling the handle. Then a knock, a voice trying to not be too worried comes through- "Viktor? Are you alright?" And Viktor quickly stashes the gemstone in a pocket before handing Bradley back the other crystal. He pulls off his goggles as he crosses to open the door again, gathering an armful of notebooks as he went. So much so he can barely pop the door open without dropping any, once there.]
Perfectly fine, Jayce. Just on my way out.
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Stop dashing around here so much, I'm supposed to be the one grabbing stuff for you.
[Something something cover story paycheck.]
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Oh, right- he gestures vaguely between the two men, tall hunks that they both are,]
Jayce- Bradley. Bradley- Jayce. He is helping me carry things. I'll work the rest of the night from home. ["night" when it's still midday, but Viktor is making it clear he won't be back,]
Call if you need. [just like that he's already leaving, whoops, saying as little as possible sounds best to him!]
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While he's hurrying out, he'll call out to Viktor (but also say loudly enough for Jayce to hear) something in particular:]
We should get drinks too! Does your academy salary get you wine or beer?
[Let it never be said that Bradley Bain isn't a good actor.]
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He also means this quite seriously, a very natural response of sternness from him.]
I need you sober tonight.
[He'll realize how it must sound only after they walk out of the building,]
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Sure thing.
[It isn't until they're out of the academy and in the courtyard that Bradley speaks again.]
You might have to apologize to him later, he looked liked a kicked puppy there.
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The look fades into confusion at the next comment,]
Apologize for what?
[clueless, too focused on science to consider why Jayce might be so concerned with all this]
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I'm sure you'll figure that out eventually.
[They're friends, right? Strong friendships survive someone having sex a few times. Or not having sex, as they are right now.]
He's your co-worker, right? Are you gonna share this "amazing breakthrough" with him?
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Of course! He is a brilliant mind, believe it or not. And he knows how to present our findings outside the lab. Little can be accomplished if we cannot secure the funding to actually build it.
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[Probably once Bradley has shared his knowledge and sneezed away, for the safety of both of them.]
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[And Viktor is definitely rushing, because the idea Bradley could just disappear is an ever present ache of uncertainty. He must extract as much knowledge from the mage as possible in this window of time. It isn't like Viktor himself has all that much time himself,
His apartment is at least easy to get back to, though Viktor looks very tired going through the door. He pivots to Bradley and takes a few books off the top of the pile the man is holding, spreading them out over his kitchen table/working space, since that's clearly the duel use it has. Immediately back to work! This guy... he is a diligent one.]
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Viktor may have taken some of the books, but Bradley will set the rest on the table before he turns his attention to Viktor. He saw how tired he looked after just a short walk, so!]
Oi, pick a seat already. I'll hand you whatever you need.
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[Bradley is truly in for it, Viktor diving right into his notes. He will absolutely be testing the mage's patience for entertaining his curiosity. The man is not going to break for food unless it is put in front of him, in which case he will eat and work at once.
Viktor's avarice is for knowledge and discovery, all else can be ignored.]
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That's actually one of the first ones I learned, as it's pretty easy to do and a safe one for kids to practice.
[But by now hours have passed and Bradley has already teleported dinner in for them to eat. It's dark outside, with them relying on light sources (or a light spell from Bradley) for Viktor to keep taking notes.]
Got any other questions? I think I've talked about everything I know.
[He has not, but there's some secrets he will not tell any non-wizard, including Viktor.]
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So much is written down that he ends up unable to even hold his pen, rubbing at his wrist to sooth how locked up he made it in his persistence. A good enough time for Brad to teleport in dinner and insist they stop to eat it, but Viktor just... looks at it. Contemplating and then hesitant to ask,]
... You teleported this here? Who did it belong to? [and then he looks sternly angry and ungrateful,]
I will not eat food stolen from someone else's pantry.
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Nah, this is all from my place. It's actually a good thing we're eating this, the chicken would've gone bad after a couple'a days.
[He will also bring a whiskey bottle, just because.]
I've been dealin' with this for years, and I always need stuff I can cook on the fly. So my fridge is full of meat, eggs, and other things that'll keep ya goin' on the trail. Any time I make it back home, I make sure to keep the fridge 'n cupboard stocked.
[This is somewhat true. He does have a well-stocked pantry. But the fridge belongs to Nero, and he is definitely stealing some chicken Nero left in the fridge. Not that he'll admit to that, his poker face is strong and he wants Viktor to eat.
He tries to pull a couple of glasses too, but he frowns when his gesture produces nothing.]
Damn, Owen must've taken my cups again. Bastard.
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I have my own means, after all. To take food from someone when it might be all they have... that is unspeakably cruel. I'm sure you understand.
[if he grew up fighting for scraps, like Viktor did, then Brad knows. He's felt hunger and known strife that many in Piltover shield themselves from,]
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[He did grow up fighting for scraps, which is also why he has no shame in stealing from the rich.]
Actually, did I ever tell you what I went to prison for?
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I've known you one day... but no. You did not yet say.
[Viktor wasn't about the ask, it was not his business so long as he didn't believe it a danger to himself or those around him. He's a bit weary of Brad, but fear.... Viktor is not a fearful man. And he senses no illwill from this man who is being so open and generous with his time, his magic, his attention-
He eats some of the food, as a show of good faith in Brad,]
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Whatever, one day is enough time. I ain't ashamed of what I did.
I broke into this rich guy's house to steal back some money he took from a town in the North, and I got arrested while doing it. It wasn't the first time either, I'd been doing it for a long time by that point, so they just threw the book at me for it. I woulda only done like a year for that theft charge but those bastards locked me up for nearly a century.
["locked up for a century" Just Wizard Things.]
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[he sounds absolutely baffled, fascinated, and at awe all at once,]
You are truly a long lived man, then... And here I am, a fleeting cough of air.
Ah, a sneeze, perhaps.
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[He's grinning with pride, but that soon melts into more of a nostalgic smile.]
...y'know, my mom was human. When wizards and humans have kids, their kids are almost always humans. I'm one-in-a-million in that regard. Or one in two-dozen, if you just count my siblings.
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[He doesn't even consider half siblings, whoops, that Brad's father was just fucking all around]
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[At least he finds it humorous.]
My dad wanted a wizard kid so bad he just slept with a bunch of women until one of the kids turned out to be a wizard. I think he liked my mom though, since I have two full-blooded siblings. But I knew the rest, we all lived in a mix of five of the same towns in the North. We caused so much trouble back then...
[two dozen kids, two dozen mouths to feed. They really were trouble.]
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It is good you had each other. [he shovels the last of his provided meal down, always eating hastily out of habit, Brad gets a small smile,]
Thank you for the meal and the... company. I know I have asked a lot of you in exchange for very little.
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[Yes, he plans on borrowing Viktor's bed again.]
Plus you're looking for a way to break the curse on me, so that in of itself is worth the work.
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Our hextech devices have a stabilizer that dampens what they draw from the Arcane to controllable levels. From what you have showed me, I believe I can make you a device that can counteract your curse. [he stretches his hand out again, too shaky from writing literally all day to make any more notes. It's obvious he wants to, though!]
What form it could take I do not yet know. I will think carefully on it.
[he doesn't want Brad to go as soon as he's arrived, his knowledge feels invaluable already. Viktor needs more time with him,]
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We've got a plan then. Let's rest on it and we'll try it tomorrow.
[Viktor looks tired and he needs rest. Brad will body slam him into bed if need be.]
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Rest? It is so early... there is still so much to review- [cut him off, someone needs to]
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[If this fails Brad will just pick him up and carry him, it's not like Viktor can stop him.]
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[He stays in the lab more often than not. Sleeping on his couch or simply laying his head down at his desk for short naps throughout the day. His schedule is truly a mess of "whatever gets him back to work".
Viktor knows how it sounds, speaking it aloud. Irresponsible towards himself, his well being, his already fragile health. He sighs and... allows Brad to pull him to stand. Being carried to bed would be humiliating and he would resent it given the state he's in.]
Do you want to have the bed to yourself? I know I am... a disruptive bed mate. I can sleep in a chair just fine.
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Denied, you're not sleeping the night away in a chair. You'll work better with a good night's sleep anyway.
[The latter part is more to give Viktor an incentive, Brad would want him to sleep in an actual bed regardless.]
'sides, I slept just fine last night. Didn't you?
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[Viktor's used to that annoying any partners he had in the past. It is just difficult for his body to settle into comfort, he usually feels some pain or another he needs to adjust away from. Or push pressure down into. Whatever works.]
You also run very warm. Is that a trait of mages?
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[Things that do wake him up: phone calls, certain fluxuations in the ambient mana in the air, nightmares. And none of these apply to Viktor himself.]
That's actually the warming spell I told you about. I dropped it when we went to the academy but I put it back on here.
[He always uses that spell so he never has to change clothes if he doesn't want to.]
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He is already moving towards his clothing dressing to remove his vest and tie, before he considers,]
It is not like you have been shy, after all. [he'll just be stripping down to his button up undershirt and boxer-briefs if there is no objection. Much more comfortable!]
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What's there to be shy about? I'm not using anything flashy. You probably didn't even notice I duplicated your eggs today did you?
[He also duplicated whatever money he was able to find in Viktor's apartment.]
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Why would you do that? I can... buy my own eggs. [he pulls a couple clasps undone and slips out of the brace, setting it aside,]
If you wish to be charitable- and you won't be so conspicuous as to get caught- you should go to the Undercity. The people there could use the grace of such gifts.
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[And maybe Brad likes using his magic to help people, did you ever consider that Viktor?]
The Undercity, is it? That'd give me something to do while you work...How do I get there?
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That would give me time to review what you told me today. It is just across the bridges that take one out of Piltover.
[he leaves the door open as he gets ready, still talking to Brad as he does. Rarely a wasted moment for this guy, ever the multitasker-]
I could write you a note with a stamp from the Academy, so no Enforcer hassles you on the way back. Official business... collecting some such materials for me.
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[Brad's boots and coat come off, but so does his tie and some of the gold rings he wears on his fingers. The luck ring remains though, he never takes that one off. You never know when a little luck will save your life.]
Lemme know if you actually do need anything from there, 'kay? I might as well actually do work for you if I'm goin' there.
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Looking to Brad, he pats the mattress in welcome. His bed is pushed up against the wall, so he should probably offer,]
Do you want me towards the wall or do you prefer that side?
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Well, me on the outside would protect you from any sudden attacks. But I would have an easier time of climbing out of bed from the inside, and it'd keep me from answering the phone again. Maybe.
[So really, both have benefits. But ultimately, in just his button-up shirt and boxers, he crawls onto the bed to lay closer to the wall.]
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[Viktor will lay down once Brad is settled in, laying on his back and looking to his ceiling a moment. Taking a few deep breaths, centering himself... what an odd situation this remains.
His eyes do, subtly shift towards Brad after a moment. Curious if he will reach out and grab him again. They did cuddle very close the evening before, but... now they know each other. Funny, that that makes Viktor feel like Brad will be less willing to do such a thing, familiarity and distance are difficult for him. He keeps away those who get to know him... he doesn't think to cross this line of physical affection.]
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We'll see if either of us attract unwanted attention in the coming days.
[But as he gets comfortable, a thought suddenly occurs to him:]
I should probably give you a hickey tomorrow.
[For the cover story.]
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Then Brad has to go and make a suggestion,]
... it doesn't have to be tomorrow.
[joking... unless......?]
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Oh? Looking for something more than sleep?
[He'll claim it's a joke if Viktor says no or doesn't play along with it, but Bradley is living his ho years and would gladly go along with it.]
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No, no.... goodnight, Bradley.
[no longer "stranger"]
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G'night V, see you in the morning.
[no longer "doc". He does need to think of a better nickname though.]
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He falls asleep quicker than he could expect possible. The day was busy and the extra boost he got from the sugar Brad conjured had long faded. Viktor just needs more rest in general.
They'll sleep in together, again. Viktor is not stirring early, out like a light. He has his legs tangled in Brad's, and arm around his waist palming up his back, and his other palm to the man's chest. All over him is an understatement,]
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Brad lets Viktor curl around him though, finding comfort in how close they are. Though Viktor might be getting a bit handsy, Brad doesn't seem to mind. He'll let it go on without complaint, giving Viktor the sleep he most definitely needs.
When morning comes though, if Viktor isn't already awake by the time Brad wakes up, then Brad will let his hand wander its way down to rest on Viktor's hip while he presses his face against the top of Viktor's head sleepily. Even without showering for two days, Viktor smells nice.]
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The phone rings. Again. Disturbing the fine peace they have. Viktor nuzzles into Brad's collar, seeking to keep the moment... but the damn phone persists,]
... leave it. He should know better. [it rings again, and again, and eventually it annoys Viktor enough to go against what he said and turn hismelf over. Reaching and slamming it back down loudly.
Is that a clear enough message not to call back?
... .... ........ it rings again. Viktor sighs and picks it up,]
I am alive. No more calls today. [he hangs up, not hearing a word out from the other side]
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If he calls back let me moan into the phone, that should get him to stop.
[Peak comedy from a mature person.
He's still not getting up from bed though.]
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[Spite hickey, that would be Viktor's style...]
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[His fingers drum against Viktor's hip as he considers how touchy-feely he should be with this hickey.]
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Rolling back around towards Brad, he looks him up and down blatantly, as if checking if the claim was true. Handsome, of course. Viktor reaches a hand to smooth long fingers around the back of the man's neck, rather possessively,]
He is not... the jealous one. [It's Viktor. He pulls himself in close and bites Brad on the neck. Teeth sink in before he's sucking a deep, dark mark into place- if he even can do such a thing to a mage. Rigorous testing is required.]
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He sucks in a sharp breath as his fingers tense against Viktor's hip. The mark blossoms on Bradley's skin, not healing instantly as Viktor might think it would, but instead it lingers there. It will go through the regular healing process over the course of a week if Brad doesn't use magic on it.
Of course, Brad isn't stunned for long, and suddenly he looks much more interested in where this is going to go.]
Next you're gonna tell me you like being on the giving side, aren't you?
[Bradley does top most of the time, but he will bottom for someone who is his type. And he would be lying if he didn't think that streak of possessiveness was hot.]
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Haah, in that... I am flexible. [Physically flexible? Certainly not. In what role to play? Yes. Always. He lifts himself up further and presses his nose besides Brad's, both hands now anchoring Viktor to the back of his neck. A very solid support, though it isn't like Viktor weight all that much,]
What do you like-?
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With their faces so close together, Brad closes the gap and presses his forehead against Viktor's. There's something intimate about the talks before a first time together, and he wants to make it feel special.]
Anything that'll blow your mind without blowing out your back's good for me.
[He is at least considerate in that regard. Normally he would pride himself in fucking someone until they couldn't walk straight, but that seems a little tasteless here.]
If you want you could lay right there and I could ride you.
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I can't even imagine saying no to that... [he can't say no, absolutely not.]
Well worth a broken back. Don't go easy on me. [a contrast to his joking earlier, quite serious on that request. Nothing would take Viktor out of the mood like someone trying to be overly precious, overly careful. He is not some fragile, porcelain doll to only be handled gently.
His fingertips dig into the meaty parts of Brad's shoulder muscles, where they connect moving up towards his hairline, punctuating his desires before capturing the man's lips with his, with passion,]
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[He says it in a joking tone, but the message has been received. He won't go easy on Viktor.
He really shouldn't be surprised at how passionate this man is though. They just spent all of yesterday nerding out over one of his passion projects. Of course Viktor was always going to treat everything that interested him with the same passion.
Brad kisses back, greedily taking every kiss Viktor has to offer while giving more of his own. Emboldened by all of this, he slides his hands away from Viktor's hips and up to his shirt, slipping right under to palm at his abdomen. They have all morning, they can take their time and build up to the final act. Brad can be patient for this.]
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[as if fear was about to stop him, regardless. He takes in a breath to fill his lungs beneath Brad's exploring hands. The state of his body... ragged and worn down, chronically underweight, he doesn't want to think about it. Definitely doesn't want to hear any comment on it.
Maybe he can just keep Brad's mouth occupied with his own, dragging a splayed wide hand up into the back of his fluffy hair.]
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He accepts the kisses though, and honestly it's a wise choice. Brad can't run his mouth if it's occupied. But he does work to roll the two of them over, so he's the one on top of Viktor. That's when he pulls back from the kisses and props himself up on his elbows, peering down at Viktor with a lop-sided grin like he just won the best prize at the arcade.]
Yer pretty cute, y'know that?
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The compliment is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Not entirely unwelcomed, at least. Viktor is definitely suspicious of such things, flattery was usually to get something out of him at the Academy. Here... what is trying to get from him he isn't already giving freely? He huffs, teasing with a soft smile on his face,]
Flatterer. [his hands fallen down from Brad reach back upward to him. One palming his chest with fingers all held flat and together. The other hand outstretching to hook along Brad's chin, feel along the tip of it with his thumb while the other digits traces his jawline. So handsome. A vision of perfection, so close Viktor can touch it, can feel weighed down by it.
Viktor nearly says... something. Commentary on the tip of his tongue, maybe a returned compliment, maybe a playful insult, but it withers at his lips. He just moves his hand back around the back of Brad's hair to pull him down to kiss again. Words fail, but actions speak. Eagerly kissing him, grasping his hair to the root, that should communicate more than enough.]
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[It's not looks- or at least, not only looks- that attracts Brad to people. It's their passion, their lifeblood. He likes people who put their heart and soul into the things they do, and it was guaranteed from the moment they met that they would end up like this eventually.
He goes along with the tug, falling back into another kiss with no complaints about the hair-pulling. He likes a bit of pain, so this is fine.
But while they're kissing he also works a knee between Viktor's legs, pressing it up against Viktor's crotch. He's going to heat things up very quickly here, or at least that's his intention.]
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He writhes lightly at the press between his legs, but any hesitation is brief. Viktor's thighs open just enough for Brad to slip between them. Viktor's outward leg hooks around the back of him, pulling him in.
In just a thin pair of linen briefs, there's not a need or a want to hide his own arousal. Viktor ruts himself against the musculature of Brad's now captured thigh, catching the man's bottom lip between his teeth with a smirk to do so.]
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Brad smiles into their kiss as he feels a familiar firmness with his leg. Yep, that's exactly what he had been hoping for. It seems like Viktor needs this just as badly as Brad does. It's a good thing Brad plans on giving Viktor quite the show then, to make the break in his dry spell something spectacular.
He feels his lip caught by Viktor's teeth, and he chuckles audibly. It's just another thing that makes Viktor attractive. He'll stay captured for a moment before pulling back to murmur something to Viktor.]
It feels like you're already ready, but I wanna give you a show anyway.
[Not that there's much for him to strip off right now, but he still wants to show off a bit to get Viktor worked up.]
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He lets his fingers loosen and card out of Brad's hair so he's no longer so held in place. Viktor slumps back against the pillow to get the broadest look at the man that he can. He's happy the bruise he left is still there, a mark he could leave, not entirely fleeting. His own lips roll into his mouth, wanting more of Brad's taste to linger on his tongue. The motion stings lightly, Viktor already kiss-bruised from his own aggressive enthusiasm. He wouldn't have it another way,]
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There. No more interruptions.
[Even if Jayce comes knocking on the door, neither of them will hear it. Nor will Jayce hear them.
Once that's dealt with, he moves to unbutton the top button of his shirt, flashing a sultry look at Viktor as he does so. Viktor better not blink, or else he'll miss something.]
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[Viktor is watching intently, the focus he gave his notes and study now all directed onto Brad. It is intense, scrutiny mixed with admiration and appreciation. The kind of gaze that would make most flinch. But Brad? No, Brad can surely handle it, drink it in, even.
Viktor suspects they are very compatible as men. Again, rigorous testing is required to prove that theory.
Long fingers reach out and hook into the hemline of Brad's boxers. He doesn't pull them down, only drags the smooth side of his fingernails around the man's hips teasingly, before asking,]
Am I allowed to help?
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You can, but hold onto those for a minute.
[Boxers come next after the shirt. Or shirts, as it ends up being, because once he ends up dumping his button-up shirt on the ground there's actually a tank top underneath. He grabs the hem of that with both of his hands and raises it just a little bit, showing off a tiny bit of his tight abs. There's scars there too, as there are everywhere on his body, but the bottom of a marking is visible on the right side of his front, starting just below his belly button. So Viktor can only see the points at the end currently, as Brad teases what is to come. Which he does so by wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner.]
You can touch here too if you want.
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That is... [Viktor pulls himself up onto his elbows at the reveal. Anything to get his vision closer to it, to study it. His fingers remove from Brad's boxers to run slightly cold fingertips along the shapes with fascination,]
You drew this rune for me, didn't you? What purpose does it have on your skin? [Granted such permanence, it must be important! Significant!
Whoops, Brad better drag him out of Science Mode and back into Sex Mode before he gets completely derailed by unrelated curiosity over magic,]
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For a moment he's considers spinning some grand tale, but actually decides to go with the truth. He pulls off the tank top entirely to show off the full mark (and the rest of himself) before explaining.]
It's a kind of magic tattoo, and it relates to my work as a Sage's Wizard. I'll tell you about it later, okay?
[In the meantime, Brad will gently take Viktor's wrists to guide them towards his mucles, as if to say "appreciate me here too".]
It'll be a better discussion with that post-nut clarity.
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His wrist is easily redirected, Viktor opening his fingers to palm over Brad's midsection. So muscular and lean, this mage. He wouldn't think that was the way of magic users, to be so physically fit. Stories always portrayed them as old men of time cracked skin and crispy bears. Nothing like Brad,]
I will ask more later. Is it sensitive? [he asks and does not wait for an answer, because he can test this himself. Viktor had already leaned himself in, so he just goes further with it. Extending his tongue out to hit it before his lips, giving the rune a firmly licky kiss in experimentation of his question,]
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Brad's eyelids flutter and he sighs contentedly as Viktor feels up his chest. Far too often has he been hit, stabbed, and blasted, but it's not too often that he gets these kind of touches anymore. So he lets Viktor touch him as much as he wants, appreciating every moment of it.
Then he feels Viktor lick his marking, and he jumps a little in surprise.]
It's got mana running through it, so yeah.
[He doesn't seem to mind the touch though, once he gets used to it.]
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I can sense it... energy buzzing. A spark. A potential.
[He bites the mark, really sinks his teeth in.
Just that kind of a guy. A boundary pusher until pushed back on. Character flaw, honestly. He could do with more consideration.]
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He used to tease Nero about the sounds he made when Brad bit him on the shoulder, where Nero's mark is. But now he understands, as an embarrassing moan escapes his mouth before he quickly covers it with his hand. He didn't think he could get any harder than he is now, but he has been proven wrong.]
Oi...
[It's not that he hates it, but it feels weirdly good.]
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Such a devious and self satisfied look up to him. Such a lilting playfulness to his heavily accented voice,]
You are pretty cute... you know that? [punctuated well with another lick to trace the divots left by his teeth]
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[For someone who claims to be a top, Brad sure does get flushed and embarrassed easily.
Well if Viktor is going to stay right there, Brad will go ahead and card his fingers through Viktor's hair. Might as well keep touching Viktor while he has his fun.]
Do you wanna prep me or not?
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Ah... I... only have lubricant fit for machines.
[It has really been a long time. Wasn't like he has kept body-safe lube around while he's focused entirely on his work,]
Is that something you can teleport here, oh powerful mage?
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I got something better than that. Hold up your fingers.
[Yeah he absolutely invented a lube spell to help with this process. He'll cast it all over Viktor's fingers if he lets him.]
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Again... I will have more questions, later. [right now, best to not get hung up on it. He drops his arms down around Brad's hips and to his backside. One hand is smoothing along the inner curve of an ass cheek so he can spread it aside. The lubed hand can slide towards his entrance, then.
And what long, elegant, skillful fingers Viktor has. He allows however much lubricant will to drip down and puddle, rubbing it into that tight ring of muscle as it does. Diligent at ever this, hand no longer so shaky as it was the night prior. A good thing they rested first, so Viktor could be properly attentive]
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[More questions can happen after he's satisfied.
He takes a moment to slip off his boxers and toss them aside, revealing just how well he's hung in the process, before settling back and spreading his legs a bit to give Viktor plenty of room to work with. Brad would like to think he can do this without becoming a shaking mess, but it has been a while and Viktor is a man who clearly knows how to use his hands. He has to bite his lip to keep from groaning, but he does stay upright on his knees at least. He's tight, but he knows how to relax himself during the process.]
You really are skilled with your hands, aren't you?
[It takes most of his restraint to keep from sinking down on those fingers purposefully.]
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Seeing Brad's cock freed on his boxers, Viktor could have guessed he'd be well endowed. His arms pull him in flush, so that stiff cock is pressed between their bodies. If Brad wants to sink back into those searching fingers or grind forward into Viktor, he better squirm for it.]
My hands are very... well practiced.
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It does make him squirm though, the indecisiveness between wanting those fingers deeper and some contact on his dick leaving his knees shaking a little. He does rest his arms over Viktor's shoulders, but he's reluctant to put his full weight on Viktor like this. After all, he said he would ride Viktor and he plans on keeping to that. Bradley Bain doesn't go weak in the knees because of some skilled hands playing with his hole.]
F-fuck... you sure are...
[His breath hitches as he feels that stretch within him. This is going to be so good, he's practically shaking from anticipation.]
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He twirls them around in place, spreading and opening up Brad more at the entrance before delving in further. Viktor's fingers are pretty boney, his knuckles extremely defined and obvious to how deep he's going inside. Two are once, he's gotten to his second knuckle down from the fingertip before he curves them. Searching about, exploratory as ever, confident in delivering such intimate touch.]
Did you underestimate me-? [okay, maybe Viktor will tease with words some. He tilts his head into the crook beneath Brad's jawline, kissing the soft underside there,] People often do...
[judging from Viktor's bemused tone, he's enjoying that in this context. It is fun to surprise and overwhelm a new partner, to satisfy them in ways they couldn't anticipate,]
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[So yes, he did underestimate Viktor. By a lot. He's going to be eating his words later. Though it is a valuable lesson to learn now, when the stakes are relatively low. He'll remember this later, should trouble arise.
Right now Viktor's fingers are curving in just the right direction, and Brad keens as his fingers dig into Viktor's shoulders. He's still trying to hold onto his pride here, and he's not going to admit how twisted up Viktor has him.]
That's- fuck, that's plenty. C'mon V, I know you want it too.
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[Setting expectations high, now, but Viktor feels very pleasantly in control here. Brad is falling apart in his arms, digging into him, writhing and keening for more. Wrapped so wonderfully around his fingers. Viktor presses in to pet at that spot he's sure is driving the man to such reactions. And what can Viktor say... he loves to push buttons.]
Mmm, no. No, I do not think so. [Request denied, stern as he usually is with his work-] You need to loosen up around at least three before we proceed.
[Which, speaking of, he'll give Brad's prostate a break to slip his fingers back away... so he can add that third digit in,]
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[He doesn't complain about the loss of fingers though, instead just letting out a sigh as his hands relax. He shifts his arms so they're draped loosely around Viktor's back, hugging him instead of clutching his shoulders.
When three fingers slip in next, his breath hitches and his hips roll down to push them in deeper.]
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I wouldn't want to go... too easy on you. [This may be to prepare Brad so he's not too uncomfortable, but Viktor can't consider this too easy. Especially not once he bites Brad on the side of his neck again, leaving a new hickey up from the first. Especially not once he drags his hand away and then back inside, finger fucking Brad while holding him as tight as he could,]
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Y'know, I was supposed to leave a hickey on your neck too.
[Which he does a moment later, dipping his head so he can bite and suck at the soft skin of Viktor's neck. He's putting it high enough to be seen over that collar too, there will be no hiding this later.]
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His fingers slip from Bradley one more time, wiping off on the sheets besides them as he gasps out,]
Go on. Ride me. Like you promised. [the hand gripping Brad's ass cheek lets go, just to flatten and strike him with a resounding spank in the closed off room. So demanding, this academic is. So brash and brazen. All because he knows what he wants, has no fear in making those desires into commands]
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That spank surprises him though, and he actually lets out a yelp.]
-asshole!
[He shoves Viktor back against the bed in response.]
Now you gotta keep your hands to yourself while I take care of things.
[That's the 'punishment', at least until Bradley forgets about it and wants to be touched. Speaking of taking care of things though, he's getting a bit of that magic lube on his own hand so he can coat Viktor's dick in it.]
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He does very much look to Brad's face. What is his reaction going to be when he slips Viktor's briefs down and finds he's well and truly hung. Three fingers was definitely necessary preparation. Brad is a bit taller than him, but they're probably equal in this regard despite that. Viktor just looks self satisfied and flushed, lifting his hands with fingers together and palms up, surrender, surrender,]
Haah... I will leave the rest to you.
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Shit, it's no wonder you wanted me to take three fingers.
[And yes, he knows he's supposed to be slicking up Viktor's cock now, but he needs a moment to just. Line their dicks up. And see who's bigger.
They are close enough in size that it's hard to tell.]
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["Too big" is definitely flattering issue to have, but if the guy he was with really couldn't handle it, that spoiled the fun. He's sure Brad will manage, unless he's suddenly zapped of all his bravado and confident the moment a dick is in him.
Viktor has seen that happen, he just suspects Brad knows what he's about. He can't help a light buck against Brad's cock when pressed against his. Same size, that's nice. Suitable.]
... you have no need to be envious, at the least.
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I can live with a tie.
[He sucks in a breath when he feels Viktor buck up against him, but soon he's letting that same breath out. With one hand, he loosely grabs Viktor's dick and starts stroking it slowly, covering it in lube.]
'Sides, I wouldn't ask anyone to do something I wouldn't do myself.
[It's big, but the challenge excites him.]
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Though Brad told him hand to himself, there's no harm in reaching for his thighs, right? Gripping each side of him overtop his lap to grip and pet.]
Neither would I. Let's give the other way a try, next time. [both sides of the coin, why not have it all ways?]
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We sure can, but we won't get to next time if ya keep breakin' the rules.
[What rules? The one Brad decided on, on his own.]
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I will behave myself... please proceed.
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Much better.
[With that settled, he'll move up onto his knees and use his hands to help position himself over Viktor's dick, with the tip pressing against the crack between his cheeks.]
Now you just lay back and enjoy the show, I'll handle things.
[And with that, he starts to lower himself down, sinking slowly onto Viktor's dick. It's a good thing Viktor used three fingers too, because even with that much prep this is quite a stretch. He clenches his teeth and sucks in a breath as he takes more and more of Viktor in, filling himself up in a way he hasn't in a long time.]
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His hands move about and inch off the pillow before he sighs and lets them fall back. Damn, really...]
It takes such willpower to not touch you. You're the image of... perfection. [there is admiration in that, but also open jealousy that Viktor wouldn't be so disingenuous as to try and hide. Not envy, envy is always based in destruction to lift yourself up into someone's place. No, he is simply jealous, a petty and yearning sort of feeling he used as motivation to strive for better.
Without it, would he so doggedly pursue his wants, his goals? Viktor does not think so. He wants Bradley with ferocity.]
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He chuckles breathlessly at Viktor's words. Perfection, is it?]
'm far from perfect, you can't barely lay a hand on me without touching the evidence of one of my past mistakes.
[It's true, there's scars criss-crossing his arms, legs, abdomen, and even his face. Countless stab wounds and gunshots he has taken, and is now left with the reminders of the times he lived despite anything. They're proof of his toughness, but it's times like these that make him feel insecure about them. He would love to have perfect, smooth skin again if he could.]
But if you don't mind the scars, you can watch all ya like.
[And that's where he starts to move, using his leg strength to lift himself up off of Viktor most of the way before sliding back down onto him.]
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Brad is quick to take him all in, Viktor not able to buck back with much strength from such an angle. That isn't his assignment, though. He only writhes to adjust his angle, slightly, wanting to better pressure Brad's prostate as he begins to fuck him self using Viktor's thick cock.]
You are glorious. [his accent hits that word real thick]
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[It's scary how much Brad is affected by these praises. He fishes for compliments frequently, though a lot of it is showmanship and boasting. Brad is confident in who he is, and words can't tear him down. But in this moment, where he's exposing himself to Viktor and showing a side most people don't see, the praises mean a lot more to him.
Maybe someday he'll explain why he's not proud about his scars. But for right now, he grinds down onto Viktor's cock in an effort to forget any negative feelings he has at all.]
Heh...you really wanna...touch me, don't ya?
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He digs in his heels, willing to push it further. He cocks a wry smirk up to Bradley, playing cutesy and coy,]
What makes... you think that? [everything about him right now, but it's funny to pretend it isn't obvious]
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Just a guess. You-
[He stutters a bit there, trying to keep down a moan that tries to bubble out of him when he grinds down at a particularly good angle. If he didn't know better, he would think Viktor was aiming at his prostrate on purpose.]
-fuck, that's so good. Even without touching me you're driving me crazy.
[Sweat is beading up on his forehead, neck, and shoulders, rolling down his back and making him shine in the morning light. Even as naked as he is, he can still feel the heat. He lets his eyelids slip down as he focuses on the warmth within him, building with each slide of his hips.]
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Imagine... if you let me... [Viktor chuckles softly, trying not to wheeze, only barely succeeding. He sounds so ragged, absolutely enraptured with Brad's performance. Viktor levels a playful taunt,]
You wouldn't last long.
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[Well, Brad can't say no to a challenge. Even in the middle of sex like this.
He sinks down on Viktor once more and stays there, watching Viktor with a cocky grin on his face. Even when he's like this, grinding down on someone for his own pleasure, he can still put on an air of control and playfulness.]
Let's see what you can do then.
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Only if you kiss me, first... stranger.
[Viktor wants his mouth on the man over him. If Brad obliges, if they don't keep renegotiating midfuck -which is fun, Viktor thinks- then Viktor will wrap both arms around his shoulders, hugging him around the neck,]
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[Brad does oblige, taking care to use his elbows to prop himself up and keep his weight off of Viktor as he leans in for that kiss. Then, as they kiss, he slips his hands into Viktor's hair in an attempt to touch the man in return. It seems like his neediness has overtaken his stubbornness.]
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Since the man isn't putting his weight on him, Viktor uses what strength his arms have to leverage against him. Anchoring into his shoulders and back, Viktor can move his hips to match Brad's pace. He's so eager to match him anyway he can. Their physical differences are in start relief all tangled up with one another, but Viktor can meet Brad one-to-one for eagerness. Desperation. Passion. Things that really matter for good sex.
Not that Brad's raw physicality hurts with that. Everything feels so amplified, loud and only growing. Viktor can hear his own heart pounding in his chest, his own panting breathes caught only briefly between each kiss and lash of tongue,]
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He meets Viktor kiss for kiss, only pulling away briefly when he's in need of air. This is actually a good way to get him to stop talking, as he doesn't say any comments at all. He just takes in quick breaths between kisses and tries not to moan too loudly. Even with the soundproofing spell, Brad doesn't like being too loud. But the sounds are there, and with them chest-to-chest Viktor will be able to feel those groans as they slip out quietly.
He feels a familiar pressure building up inside of him, and he's chasing that high right now. He tries to angle himself so Viktor can grind against his prostate again, that should help him get over the edge.]
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Show me. Go on. [He wants to watch Brad come undone. His hands dip down to be sure that's what's next, gripping his balls and cock. Very good with his hands, remember?
Viktor won't be far behind, if Brad squeezes him any tighter than he is, he'll cum on the spot,]
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It's been a while since he's had such a mind-blowing orgasm, doubly so from the receiving side of things, so he presses his face against Viktor's shoulder and rides it out.]
Oh fuck-
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Much as Viktor wants to grip onto his partner in turn, his hands are a mess. He only briefly continues to stroke Brad, wanting to milk his orgasm for all it is worth. Boney, yet slick fingers will let him go before he's likely to get overstimulated. Viktor's hands slip away from between their bodies and just... flop to each side on the bed.
Phew.... damn.... He's tired. Viktor just lays back, fully relaxes, panting heavy beneath the other man. A moment of perfection, afterglow overtaking every nerve in Viktor's body. He can't move, but it feels damn good to just sink into the oblivion of it all.]
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He does wave his hand lazily in the air though, and soon a towel from somewhere in Viktor's apartment appears and drops itself on Viktor's chest. Why get out of bed to clean up when he can bring the clean up to them?]
Damn.
[Damn indeed.
He turns his head and faces Viktor, still looking flushed and sweaty as a grins.]
Let's do that again later.
[Nothing can stop this man.]
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We- ["I should get back to work," "I have so much to get done," "There's not time to waste on-"] -... yes. We should.
[There's no resisting a promise for more of that, in this rare instance, his work can wait.]
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Once he's done he'll roll over onto his side so he can start cleaning up Viktor's chest as well. As it so happens, when he rolls onto his side the mark on his abdomen is visible.]
You gonna be able to go to work today?
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Ehg... I should, I should still go in. [Please pass him the towel, he made the mess worse for himself with his waffling,]
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Take a shower first then, and go in at lunchtime. You can get plenty done in the afternoon.
[And he'll go do his own business in the darker parts of town too. But before they go-]
You wanted to know about this mark, right?
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[Brad said it in a more crass way, but Viktor will play coy. He wipes his hands and neck off for now, the shower will get the rest of the mess off him. Much as he'd like to just stay sunken into the sheets, there is a whole day ahead of him. Duty cannot be completely thrown out just because there is a pleasing distraction,
He looks to the mark when mentioned, reaching out again to tickle his fingertips along it. How did it feel now? Still thrumming with that inexplicable potential energy-?]
Yes. Absolutely.
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Brad's smile seems softer and more genuine as Viktor touches the mark.]
It's the mark that ties me to the Sage. Every darkspawn hunter has one somewhere on their body. When we join, we swear ourselves to both the Sage and the cause, and this mark is a representation of that promise.
I think it also lets the Sage track us too, since they seem to know wherever we go if we get lost.
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[Viktor, despite his talk of jealousy, does not ask that with any of it. He's just curious, sure Brad is open if he does share himself with multiple partners. Well, he could hope so. Viktor jokes,]
Either way, I wouldn't know what to say if they came here asking after you.
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Nah, they're just a kid. I don't think they're even old enough to drink yet. They're more like...the boss, yeah. The boss of all the darkspawn hunter groups.
The Sage does have some magic, but it's not on the level of a wizard's magic. They mostly do the planning for big missions and keep track of everyone's health and stuff. Actually, it's the current Sage's first year of doing this, our previous Sage died last year so he got replaced by this kid.
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[Ah yes, this is sure... pillow talk. To Viktor, at least, he loves prying and having his curiosity indulged.]
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Well, because the Sage is never a wizard. It's always a human. That's how it's been for...well, thousands of years now, so long before I was even born.
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The thought snaps away, Viktor opening his eyes. No, get up, get moving. He's already spent so much time with this... He grunts to lift himself up onto an elbow, other arm still rubbing affectionately along that mark on Brad's midsection.]
... thank you for indulging me. I believe my shower has room enough for us to share.
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[Viktor would make for a good Sage, Brad thinks. His analytical mind would be a benefit in the never-ending war against the darkspawn. Alas, if only he had found Viktor a year sooner...
He reaches up to gently cover Viktor's hand with his own.]
You sure we can shower together without causing more of a delay?
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His hands moves to lace fingers with Brad's clinging to him possessively once more,]
No. What's a bit further delay when you're already so late? [he's absolutely angling to have their hands and bodies all over one another again, but if it's mixed into showering, at least they're able to leave the affair clean and ready for the rest of their half-day apart.]
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Fair enough.
[He laces fingers with Viktor. He knows he'll have to leave eventually, but what's the harm in enjoying this for a little longer?]
Do you need your braces to get to the shower?
[Hopefully not, because then they would have to clean the braces.]
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[The shower itself has a bar and a seat built into the wall, so it's accessible for him without needing to juggle the brace or crutch. Getting there is doable without either, but he won't say no to putting his weight on Brad to make it a smoother few steps there. Not far from his bed, anyways. He'll move to get up and head that way himself.
The bedroom is set up for this, with his dresser and a side table forming a path he could rest his weight on that side if necessary. The brace is for getting around the city, academy, and lab. His home could be laid out to better accommodate him without it.]
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[He's happy to help in any way Viktor might need. Even if the whole 'hired muscle' is just a cover story, he'll do it genuinely too. Once he's out of bed he offers his arm to Viktor, to give him something solid to hold onto while they walk. He's got plenty of practice at it too, he's cared for plenty of old and ailing people in the past.
When he sees the shower though, that gets him curious.]
Oh, is this so you can sit in the shower? Neat, I never thought about that before.
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It is very helpful. Especially after a long day... or before one.
[As they're doing now, Viktor is glad for it. He'll reach for Brad and put his hands to each of the man's hips if allowed. Seated, his face neatly aligns with Brad's mark. Admire his restraint for not immediately biting or kissing it, Brad.]
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He glances down at Viktor, who has his hands on his hips, and he smirks.]
What, gonna bite me again? Or do you want me to wash your hair?
[He wouldn't mind either.]
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Wash my hair for me? [that sounds... very sweet.]
... Are you offering?
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[He's done it countless times before with friends, past lovers, and even some acquaintances. Group bathing is common in the North, and he is not shy about it.]
You can do mine too afterwards.
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It probably shouldn't. He's just getting sappy. Too long without this and now he's overthinking, getting odd and stupid hopes. Shake it off, Viktor... the man will sneeze and be gone as quickly as he arrived.
Viktor leans in and bites him, softly, on a hipbone. Take that.]
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You really wanna mark me up, don't you?
[He's grabbing the soap now though, so he can squeeze a bit into Viktor's hair.]
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I could stop. [if Brad tells him to, but not until then]
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[Even if they're playing in the shower, Brad will still get some of the cleaning done. Mostly because he knows how good having someone else wash your hair is.
He sets the soap bottle aside and puts both of his hands to Viktor's head, working his fingers in and gently massaging the shampoo against Viktor's scalp. He gets nice and deep in there, working it both to get his hair clean and to let Viktor feel how good a head massage is.]
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He does look so very, truly contented at the hair washing. The strong hands and firm fingers rubbing his scalp are intoxicating. Take him right out of his tired body. This act definitely is all he can care about while it lasts, it's good to feel... taken care of. Viktor doesn't often accept help, let alone ask for it.]
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(Jayce has done nothing wrong, Brad is just an asshole.)]
This feels better though, doesn't it?
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It feels... fantastic.
[Actual aftercare! What a concept! Viktor would do this sort of things for his partners if they weren't being too stubborn for it, but that was rare. A "suit yourself" moment Viktor was too selfish to correct. Especially in his younger days... He smirks, teasing Brad given their heights and relative positions, with Viktor seated.]
I'll need you on your knees to reciprocate.
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Everybody wants me on my knees.
[He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he says that, but in actuality he will sit down normally on his knees in front of Viktor. At this angle, Viktor will be able to see the patches of black and white hair and how they blend together on Brad's head. It doesn't look like Brad is greying though, it's clearly something else.]
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The color is curious...]
Does your hair grow in this way? Or do you do this coloring to it?
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[Just. Planting that thought for later. He would not mind sucking Viktor's dick at all, even with it being so big. He's always up for a challenge.
He sighs into the touch as Viktor starts to comb out his hair. He really does like attention like this. Sex is good, but having your hair washed by someone else is a 10/10 experience for him. He'll even lean forward and rest his arms criss-cross on Viktor's lap, and he rests his chin on top of that.]
My hair was black at first, and the white spots came in when I ate my first mana stone. It's something that can happen if you try to eat a stone that's more powerful than you should be eating. The magic just fries parts of your hair 'n scalp.
[Indeed, the scalp under those white patches is lighter, like it was bleached white somehow.]
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[his tone is appreciative, full of interest and awe. The world of mages... it is so new to him. Piltover would fear such things, seeing itself as a bastion away from magic... while also investing in its own magical technology. Viktor can't see much of a difference, all that matters to him is that one day... Hextech can be in the hands of average people and not only those at the top of the highest tower.
Viktor does look to the spotty patterns before remembering he has a task to do. Reaching to take some shampoo, he lathers a healthy amount into Brad's hair to begin cleaning him up in turn. Again, those hands of his are very skilled, nice and firm without being too rough.]
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[Such is the truth of being a wizard. Weak wizards don't survive for long in their world. If you want to live and enjoy the centuries, you have to fight for that power.
He sighs and closes his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy Viktor's fingers against his scalp. How long has it been since he's been pampered like this? Definitely since before prison at the very least. He was lucky to get a shower at all there.]
I was actually born with really weak magic. I had to train hard and eat lotsa mana stones to get where I am now. It's why I trained my body too: it's never bad to have a backup in case magic doesn't work.
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[Viktor enjoys asking questions in this situation, it is... soothing. He doesn't feel so much like he's prying, like he's trying to crowbar out information from the man. Brad has been so giving with his time, his knowledge, and now his affection. Viktor wants to keep indulging and being indulged.]
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If you're strong enough, you can protect people just by being there. Anyone who'd cause trouble would stay away because you'd scare 'em off without havin' to do anything. And if you're strong enough, you don't have to put up with bullshit from someone else.
[If he's strong enough, Nero won't be mad at him for taking so many risks, because his victory will be guaranteed. If he's strong enough, he can fight off the darkspawn without any injuries.
If he's strong enough, his allies won't die on his watch ever again.
...]
Power has value, just by havin' it. That's what I'm working towards: being so strong I don't even have to use my power.
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[Viktor scrubs Brad's hair until he asks these questions. Then, he glides both hands down to cradle the man's jaw in both his hands. Nails scratch at the scruff of his chin, cleaning off any clinging dead skin and loose prickle of facial hair.
Power is certainly attractive. Viktor had been chasing it for himself, not hungry for it so much as desperately in need of what he could achieve. He had a gifted mind, he had determination, he had drive and fearlessness and cunning- he had so much that people wouldn't ever see if he didn't assert himself. If he had been born a mage like Bradley, he too would have devoured stone after stone without care to the risk.]
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[There's another secret about Brad: he wants to be a father. Biological, adopted, it doesn't matter to him. Anyone who needs a dad can have him as a dad, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
But that's also why he needs to be powerful: to protect his future family.]
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Having little ones is a fine goal. Wanting to be strong enough to protect them... I understand, Bradley.
[the world is a harsh place with harsh people. More kids could use a father figure capable of protecting them no matter what could happen.]
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[Sage wisdom from this shady wizard.
He tilts his head to peer up at Viktor with a sheepish grin.]
No woman's ever tolerated me long enough for kids to come into the equation, so...
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Maybe I shouldn't send you to the Undercity... you'll be adopted by half a dozen children.
[he simply does not have the room or time... Viktor can't bare the idea of giving a child a glimpse of security and then dying without someone to take his place. Not any concern of Brad's, with his kind of lifetime, though... that results in its own heartache,]
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What, worried they'll take up all my time and I'll have none left for you?
[Because that's easier to talk about than Viktor's mortality.]
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Also, it feels really nice power washing his scalp in tandem with Viktor's attentive combing of fingers. He's going to be so refreshed after this... as Viktor already feels, even if he's a bit flustered by the idea he's monopolizing this man's time so openly,]
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By the time Viktor lets up on the water, Brad looks like a drowned rat. Even if it felt nice on his scalp, he feels like he got his face blasted off too.]
...ya got water up my nose.
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[Viktor, no. He will stop menacing Brad with the sprayer, turning it off and setting it aside. The pressure is definitely too high for sensitive areas. Nostrils included.]
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I mean, there's better things to do with my holes anyay.
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Would you like my fingers to help clean you out? [given Viktor did creampie the man not long ago. That should probably be apart of this little bout of aftercare. Viktor's not about to be shy over it, just practical, really.]
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Don't use that sprayer for that.
[He will take help but even he has limits, don't blast his ass like that.]
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What I could do is use it up and down your spine, so the water pours down your back. That feels quite nice. [and could help with the clean up, but he will float the idea first instead of just doing it.
A real courtesy, there, when Viktor do just being doing things, sometimes.]
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[Honestly, the spine idea does sound nice though.]
...so for this do I sit on the edge of your chair there, or what?
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Viktor scoots back in the seat and sets his legs together, giving Brad room to set his knees on each side of his hips. Patting his thigh to motion him forward,]
It would be back in my lap for this, yes.
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You can shove me off if my ass is too bony.
[He does turn his worries into jokes pretty often too though.]
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A full shape, plenty of muscle; you're fine. [damn fine, is right. Viktor leans forward to kiss at a scar on the man's back, anything that's in reach of him from such an angle.]
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Ha! A fair assessment.
[There's so many scars to choose from, Bradley really has been through the wringer. But at that angle, Viktor has three choices: hefty claw marks on Bradley's right forearm, a couple round scars up near the back of his neck that are indicative of bullet wounds, and a long diagonal slash that goes from Bradley's right shoulder to his left hip.]
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You are... glorious, Bradley. I think I told you that. [he laps some water from skin,]
It would bare repeating.
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Well, what can I say? I've lived a life full of glory.
[He can focus on the overall stories of each scar, rather than the moment of injury. That makes it easier to share.]
The claw marks are from one of the darkspawn fights a few decades back. It was a tough fight, and I had to spend a few weeks in the medical ward afterwards, but...y'know, better me than one of the kids. Or one of the humans, they would've died instantly from the darkspawn poison.
[He barely feels it anymore, but those scars do ache when the darkspawn are nearby. It's handy, but painful still.]
The bullet scars are newer too, from like...it was like a decade before I got arrested, so hand pistols had just been invented. Someone got a few lucky shots on me. That one needed healing right away, it got way too close to my spine. Layin' out in the snow while the team healer did his work sucked.
The big one though, that's from a duel. I won, but just barely.
[Nero had cried over him then. In retrospect, that fight had been the start of the end for Brad and Nero's relationship.]
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Incredible. Truly. The persistence to survive... recovering from these could not have been easy. [Even with magic, the lasting marks make it clear that there is no waving a wand and making such things simply disappear. They linger, they scar.
He does as promises, starting high at Brad's spine and spraying the higher pressured water down his back. Viktor's hands massage into him, washing his back while he's in such a state to dote on the man.]
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[Viktor's achievements might not be on as grand of a scale, but sneaking into an academy by wearing the uniform and acting like he belongs takes balls. Brad likes that about Viktor.
He also likes the feel of that water on his spine, yes please, keep that up.]
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To consider us as similar... now that is a stunning compliment.
[Not flattery, but sincere compliment. Viktor believes in himself, he always has, but others see him different. He's looked down on, pitied, or simply not seen at all, a shadow cast behind a greater man. Jayce was the exception all these years, he always recognized Viktor's achievements and contributions. If Viktor really thought about it, Mel and Heimerdinger saw him, though he worried it was more for his value to them than his self worth.
Brad understand him. It's a good feeling, too. Recognized.]
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[Once upon a time, when he was the Bandit King of the North, and he filled out his ranks with talented men and women. People of all walks of life, who just hoped to become something they dreamed of.
People who died, all because of him.]
...but those days are mostly over, now that I'm busy with the fight against the darkspawn. The only training I do is with new recruits.
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[He doesn't have much time left. It would not be a wise investment to make. That's always what he's been, after all, an investment for those around him to bet their money on. Brad may have plenty of time, but that doesn't mean it's not precious.
Viktor will take what he can get of it.]
-nevermind. I keep getting distracted. Relax. [he is about to stick a finger in Brad's ass, best to not be too serious about that]
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But Brad smiles and says something different.]
Right, it'd be weird if you were trained by the guy you just railed.
[What he can't say in seriousness he will say in comedy.
And yeah he's relaxing, go ahead Viktor.}
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[Viktor has definitely not fucked his previous mentors. Academy professors, Heimerdinger, and Singed... he has never been that down bad. Good god, never.
If ever he needed an idea to turn him off, that would do it! Thanks, Brad. Now he can focus on this task without being riled up.]
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But once the deed is done Brad will lean back against Viktor's shoulder, relaxed and calm. Nothing beats a hot shower, except maybe a hot bath.]
What're you gonna do today at that academy anyway?
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At this point, I will probably spend the day explaining to Jayce who you are...
[meaning lying, he will be doing a lot of lying]
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[Ever the eloquent one.]
Though I guess I won't be doing any heavy lifting today. Just tell him I took the day off I guess.
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And his fingers are about done working Brad clean from the mess he made. He's a responsible man, sometimes, he can clean up his own mess...]
Though... hm. I could go with you. To the Undercity, that is. I have an... associate. I need to see. He is secretive and I cannot lead you to him, but we can meet back up afterward.
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[That said, he wouldn't mind the company. He doesn't know the way down there and walking all of that distance is going to suck. If he were left to his own devices he would just give up and use a broom once he saw how deep the Undercity went.]
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[Yeah, a little bit there, Viktor. He doesn't know if the man can help him, but if anybody can... well, the disgraced chemist of the Academy would be the man.]
Jayce will understand. [he says it a bit wry, but he does mean it. Sincerely. He needs to rescue himself from being doomed by the narrative. Jayce will support him in that, no matter the depths he needs to reach down to.]
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Viktor's words actually get Bradley to pause, and his teasing suddenly becomes a lot more pensive. He's weighing the options in his mind.]
...it's a bad idea for me to even try anything with your lungs, I ain't even done anything with that before. Magic's great, but it's scary how quickly stuff can go bad if you mess up.
[He knows the risks. He's tried other things, in life or death situations. He's not going to talk about the guys who ended up Changed Forever because of him. Best to keep those nightmares to himself.]
Might be able to do something about your leg though. Bones, that's what I'm good at healing.
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[Viktor really doesn't want to admit just how badly he's doing to Brad. They've had a nice time since meeting one another. To change that into Brad being nothing but concerned for him, or worse yet, start to pity him... that would spoil it all.
Better to maintain some distance, some mystery to just how bad his condition is.
Though, after this shower and knowing how far they plan to travel in the day, Viktor needs his back brace as well as the one for his leg and his cane. He pets at Brad's hips once more before easing him to move off his lap. They should... not waste more time.]
We'll talk about it again, once I've seen... the doctor. Gotten his opinion on my... options.
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At least lemme show you a couple'a runes that'll get yer brace movin' like a real leg. It'll make walking faster.
[He still has some small mana stones to use for projects, after all, and if any darkspawn lurk in the Undercity then he can get more.
He takes the hint though, and he stands up. As nice as the shower feels, they have to go about their day.]
Or we could use a broom, that'll be fastest.
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[Viktor will turn that down, too, at least for the time being. If he's just striding around all of a sudden, that's suspicious! As is,]
No open magic beyond this room. You'd have to flee the city the moment someone saw you trying to sweep up the skyline.
[Which would be easy enough for Brad, but Viktor wants him to stick around. Not just for the strides in advancements he can help Viktor make in Hextech, towards saving his own life potentially... but also for the company. This has been the most hopeful and inspired he's felt a long time. Selfishly, Viktor wants to hang onto that with both hands.
Even if those hands are shooing Bradley from the shower. They need to get a move one! Water off, towels on. All the rest that follows for getting ready. It is a process with Viktor, but he knows it well and doesn't need help. Bradley can make their breakfast again, if he's so insistent on being useful]
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[He wiggles his eyebrows, both to seem lewd and to tease Viktor. But he's out of the shower as soon as he's pushed.
By the time Viktor makes it out, Brad is dressed in new clothes and adjusting one of the buckles as Viktor walks in.]
Hey, I figured this would be less conspicuous. What do you think?
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[Sorry, bud, Viktor can't mince words there. Brad would stick out about as much as Jayce did, going down there in his Academy uniform.]
Two layers less, otherwise, you look like a King who got lost down there.
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Ha! I actually was a king once, you know. Back in the day, the rich bastards of the North knew to fear the Bandit King.
[Man. It's been ages since he went by that title. He swears he can feel the itch in his fingers to make good on that name.]
They'd be fools to try.
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[Brad just seems like that kind of a guy. It isn't like Viktor believes everything he'se told, but for the most part, the man has been showing him magic. Demonstration is key... and Brad's attitude definitely has the display features of a King of Bandits.]
Of course they would be. I'm not worry about you, but about them. People there can be very desperate. [It would be punching down, for Brad, very ignoble of him even if they were to ones to instigate.]
Though, shimmer is rampant... ah, if you ran into anybody with glowing purple veins, you would be best not underestimate their capabilities. It is a terrifying drug run rampant in those parts. [of which Viktor doesn't realize will be just what his "doctor" hands him, even if he gets the privilege of an apex strain over the street stuff. Perks.]
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I should keep the outer coat, and definitely the layer with all the knives 'n lockpicking tools. Maybe the warmth layer isn't needed? How cold does it get there?
[Shimmer, is it? Hmm... the description sounds interesting. It kind of makes him want to find someone on shimmer just so he can test his strength. That curiosity is definitely reflected in his eyes, if Viktor looks. Brad might make some Choices down there.]
How likely is it that we'll come across someone like that?
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He covers it with an undershirt and then his button up over top soon after. Pants next, then his leg brace...]
Not too cold, no. It would be likely if you are drawing attention to yourself.
[he gives Brad such a warning look, again not because the man would be endangering himself, but because Viktor would be peeved with him starting fights,]
Don't go looking.
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[He sounds disappointed. He would love to have a good fight, even with the handicap of no magic.
He slips off the cloak and rids himself of the thermal layer, plus the vest. Neither of those have tools or weapons on them, so they can stay behind. The cloak goes back on though, and he draws the hood up over his head to demonstrate how well it hides his identity.]
How's this? Better?
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[Simply put. Viktor isn't one to mince words or give shallow flattery. Brad will look well off in that quality of garb, but not so exaggerated, like a lost King. If he catches any trouble, it wouldn't be any more than Viktor might get, looking like a Piltie, these days. At least he has the local accent and dialect to support him, those of the Undercity do not often mess with their own people.
Or, that's how it used to be, before Shimmer.
Viktor finishes dressing and locks his leg brace into place. His hair is messy, wet and clinging to him, but it will dry as they walk. He doesn't really care for his appearance all that much. As long as it's out of his face, it's fine.]
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It's a long walk though, even just to the entrance of Zaun, and Brad is already wishing they could have just flown. He's not tired or anything, but he's also used to how much time is saved by flying. In his mind, he's saying 'we could have already been there'.
He won't say it out loud though. Not to Viktor, and not where prying eyes and ears might notice the conversation.
He will whisper a question to VIktor though:]
We're not gonna need papers or anything to go there, right?