#silvik week

The two of them meeting because Viktor was caught out at dawn with nowhere to hide from the sun after Jayce abandoned him.

Silco responding to his desperate terror by running across the city to get him.

Silco is so ancient that the sun doesn't kill him, but he still burns.

And Viktor is burning, and close to dying, when Silco tackles him at breakneck speed and sends them both hurtling into the nearest shadow.

And Viktor's trying not to scream in agony as Silco uses his coat to bat at the flames as he tells the young one that he's safe now. That he'll have a place to hide with him.

Once the flames are out, Silco runs them both back to his coffin hidden away in his home.

And when they're tucked away in his coffin, Silco cuts open his own wrist so that the young one can feed and heal.

Silco hasn't had someone feed on him for centuries, so the sudden pull is immense and so much like sex that it takes his breath away.

Meanwhile, Viktor is a moaning mess despite the pain racking his body, fingers digging hard into Silco's arm as it wraps around him and holds him close. And he's swallowing mouthful after mouthful, almost delirious from the power carried in Silco's blood

Viktor getting glimpses of Silco's long life -- of him as a young man bedding his first love, of him as a vampire dancing and seducing his way into skirts and trousers, and of him turning his first (and last) fledgling and seeing her lose her mind.

Before Silco wrenches his wrist away, barking "Enough!" because seeing Jinx in his mind again was torture.

Both of them looking tanned from the exposure to the sun the next night, after hours of healing through their sleep.

Silco forking out for a beautiful coffin for Viktor, lush and comfortable, but Viktor still climbs into Silco's coffin every night. His sleep doesn't feel safe without his face tucked against Silco's chest.

You know Silco wears silk pyjamas in his coffin. To soften the hard marble of his ancient body

Silco introducing Viktor to high society though

Silco watching Viktor feed by biting the pussy of some hapless noble

Silco being turned on 'cause Viktor glances at him while he does that

Silco would absolutely fuck him after that. Kiss the taste of his meal out of his mouth.

Silco not needing to feed nearly as often as Viktor does. He contents himself with a Little Drink most nights.

Some nights he takes that little drink from Viktor, sighing in appreciation as Viktor arches his neck obediantly, hands firm as stone where Silco cradles him.

Viktor feels a certain amount of shame for being so susceptible

Thinks he's imagining it for a long time

Its when King Silco winds his fingers though his hair and gives a little tug to make him stumble and catch himself against the King's chair, bringing their faces dangerously close, purring "Tell me, boy, what do you know of men and their pleasures?" that makes Viktor realise he hadn't been imagining it

"I know that I consider them more than a proper young professional should"

Ohhh, the smirk that would curl Silco's lips would be delicious.

And Viktor's heart would be pounding.

Viktor would 100% know how to be with a man in theory, but he's actually a virgin for Silco to educate and corrupt

Silco's hand sliding down from his hair to skim slender fingers along Viktor's throat.

Murmuring, "Return to me tomorrow night. And bring a warming relaxant oil."

And Viktor's reeling from the interaction, but he doesn't even think of disobeying

Viktor arriving only to find King Silco wearing nothing but a nightshirt. The laces are loose across his chest. And the burning fireplace and candle light only serve to highlight his subtle strength as his nightshirt turns vaguely transparent in the warm glow.

A carafe of wine and two glasses sit on the table nearby with a platter or various fruits and cheeses

And Viktor starts feeling squirmy under Silco's scrutiny

Viktor being able to see the shadow of Silco's dick.

'Cause Silco is 100% aiming to seduce this boy into being his beautiful pet

Having Viktor sit on his lap so he can hand-feed the boy grapes, etc, between sultry kisses. Fingers teasing over the inner seam of Viktor's thin leggings

Viktor is flushed everywhere from the attention

Silco murmuring comments about how ravishing Viktor is, how he'd captured his attention without effort on the afternoon of Silco's arrival. How Silco has hungered for him

Drags his teeth across Viktors neck tempted to leave marks, especially ones that show

The drag of his teeth makes Viktor gasp and squirm on his lap.

And Silco purrs, "You like the threat of pain, hm?"

All the household staff being 100% aware that Viktor is in Silco's chambers. Imagine the frenzied gossiping when Silco has him on his dick

Silco would 100% offer him a lucrative position in his own palace though

Viktor praying the gossip doesn't reach the Prince/King/Queen. He knows Silco won't be harmed by any consequences from their actions, but Viktor could lose his job.

The queen does find out eventually and the King calls for Viktor's head.

Silco steps in of course, declining the marriage offer and refusing to have any trade or deals with the kingdom if any harm comes to Viktor.

Silco arranging fancy af chambers for Viktor.

They adjoin his own quarters.

The bed is beautiful but he rarely spends any time in it. Even when he wants a nap, he prefers Silco's quarters because he likes his scent

His chambers just becomes his personal library and lab

Silco fucks Viktor on his throne at least once

First private then asks if he can do it public

Viktor's face burning so hot at the suggestion

And maybe Silco keeps his back to Viktor because some part of him is afraid Viktor will spurn him now that he's truly seen all of him.

But instead inappropriate laughter just comes bubbling out of Viktor.

And when Silco turns to look at Viktor, Viktor lets out another bubble of laughter, but this one is wet.

Silco braces himself

But Viktor just says, maybe a little hysterically, "There's blood in the carpet. How am I supposed to get that out?"

And Silco softens like butter and reaches to cup his face with blood-stained fingers.

"I'll take care of it."

"What about you?" Viktor starts to focus as Silco's touch calms him but still tightens his grip on the front of Silco's vest.

"What about me," Silco returns, uncertain what prompted the question. It wasn't as though he hadn't disposed of bodies before. It was nothing new to him.

"How are you going to get that out of here without anyone noticing?" Viktor explained. "This isn't Zaun. People don't just end up dead in the streets. Especially enforcers."

Silco just smirks, slow and more than a little wicked.

"There are numerous means of disposing a body, Viktor. Today, I shall just have to be discrete."

And Silco pats Viktor on the cheek before slipping into Viktor's private chem lab (separate to Hextech) and perusing the labelled bottles of chemicals for what he needs.

Viktor stares when Silco returns and heaves the body over his shoulders in a careful fireman's carry.

"I wouldn't recommend coming into the bathroom," Silco warns. "It won't be pretty."

Viktor takes a seat while Silco is in the bathroom, but can't take his eyes off the stain starting to darken on his floor. Objectively, he knew what Silco did and what he was capable of, but to see it in person shook him more than he expected. He knew the revolution was never meant to be an entirely peaceful one and that there would be casualties, but he never planned to have an enforcer's throat slit in his living room.

However, he wasn't sure what he would have done without Silco here, knowing that the enforcer was about to uncover everything they had worked so hard for.

As Viktor is sitting there, he hears an ominous hissing and gurgling sound that makes his stomach turn.

A few minutes later, the smell hits him

Viktor has worked with the chemicals enough to know which ones he used but, he had never expected them to be used like that. He usually enjoyed the sweet or sometimes sour smell of the different substances in his lab. This odor was rancid and forbidden. He clenched his teeth and covered his nose and mouth, hoping to stifle the scent.

He isn't sure how long Silco is in the bathroom. By the time he comes out, Viktor is curled in his chair, knees to his chest, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

Silco sees him like that and feels a deep pang of regret before a surge of rage courses through him.

Viktor should never have had to deal with something like this.

Marcus would know his wrath

Silco gently approaches Viktor, kneeling down when he gets to the chair.

"I know what we're doing isn't easy," Silco says carefully, setting a hand softly on one of Viktor's knees. "But it will all be worth it in the end."

"If we succeed." Viktor looks at him then, honey eyes haunted by the spectre of what he'd witnessed. "What if we don't?"

The edges of Silco's mouth twitch. "That's not an option. We failed the first time because we didn't truly know what we were up against."

He moves his hand to find one of Viktor's and entwines their fingers. "You've been invaluable to everything we've been working towards--and even more so to me. Under us, Zaun will be free."

Viktor feels his heart flutter a staccato beat against his ribs at those words. He knows its the closest to an I love you that he'd get from Silco.

Viktor squeezes Silco's hand.

"Zaun will be free," Viktor repeats, voice soft like a prayer, but fervent

Silco strokes Viktor's hair back with his other hand and kisses the sharp corner of his cheek. "I won't allow anything to happen to you, but this incident isn't a good sign. They may know more than they thought."

Silco sighs and brushes his nose against Viktor's temple. "We have to move up our timeline."

Viktor nods, solemn.

"When?"

"It's better if you don't know, but this has to be the last time I can see you before the first strike," Silco explains.

"The last time," Viktor whispers, struck with the realisation that it could be the last time he'd see Silco -- not just until the attack on Piltover, but ever again.

Viktor turns towards Silco, his face already so close. "Will you stay then? Till morning?"

"Of course, my darling," Silco brings his hand down to Viktor's cheek and pulls him close, capturing his lips in a kiss that conveyed how he felt more than he could ever say.

After a few moments spent kissing, Silco murmurs a reminder that he needs to clean the floor and then he'll be free to spend the night with him.

"Let…let me help with that." Feeling more calm than he had earlier, Viktor nods to himself. "We're in this together, Silco."

As they cleaned, with every swipe of blood, Viktor was reminded of what Silco sacrificed and risked for him. In the back of his mind, he knew, but this was tangible proof of just how far Silco would go to protect him. It should have scared him, but instead he just felt a safe and secure heat deep in his chest.

After, when Viktor is washing the remnants of blood from Silco's fingers, Silco finds himself looking at Viktor -- at the smears of blood Silco had left on his face earlier -- and he is transfixed by how morbidly beautiful the sight is

It started between Viktor and Silco as a badly kept secret but it took nearly a year for Jayce to figure it out.

When Jayce confronts him, Viktor uses the fact that it's taken him a year to point out how oblivious he is to Viktor's needs.

He's gonna keep fucking Silco while Jayce is gone and he will just have to deal with it or file for divorce.

(And Jayce definitely did not get a prenup and he would lose access to all of Viktor's patents and innovations that pay his bills.)

Viktor didn't even mean to have an affair with Silco. The older man was just a gentleman and funny, and noticed when Viktor was struggling with pent up feelings.

Silco listened and didn't just try to fix all his problems by throwing money at it.

And he always took a moment to ask "Do you want advice? Or just a willing ear?"

And then respected whatever answer Viktor gave him

Silco tried desperately not to fall for Viktor. Its his largest client's husband after all, but it was hard not to want someone so smart and beautiful and tragically ignored.

Someone that seemed to smile just for him

And really, the first kiss was an accident -- when Silco turned his head to ask Viktor something just as Viktor moved to kiss Silco's cheek in thanks for helping him locate the back of his earring

the second kiss was definitely not an accident

And once Silco tastes that forbidden fruit, he can't get enough.

His hands are everywhere on Viktor, hiking up the expensive lace to grip bruises into those flawless thighs

Viktor whimpering into his mouth because oh, he hasn't been kissed -- hasn't been touched -- like that in months

Once Silco has hold of both of Viktor's thighs, he hoists him up onto the dining room table. He's almost sorry for the mess they're leaving for the maids, but gods, all he cares about is Viktor's body spread beneath him.

It's hard to regret when Viktor clutches at him like he's what Viktor needed all along.

Viktor wraps his legs around Silco and pulls him close, the fabric of his gown pushed up nearly to his hips.

"Please," Viktor whines when he grinds against Silco and feels he's hard beneath the fabric of his trousers.

Silco can feel just how wet and wanting Viktor is and can't help but slide deep into him with the first thrust.

Viktor gasps, the air pushed out of him by the feeling of Silco's cock practically impaling him. He claws at Silco's hair and bites at his neck, desperate for more of this feeling.