#vilco

And I would worship at your altar

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Like, Vander and Jayce. Okay, two big buff puppies fucking like beasts. I get it.

Or, Silco and Viktor, two intelligent motherfuckers that want to help their people to unthinkable lengths... Probably freaky sex there. Silco would definetely tell Viktor how perfect he is and Viktor would definetely want to help him with his eye but never say anything because Silco doesn't treat his eye like an imperfection. Stuning.

But!!!!!! Silco and Jayce... And you think Jayce is only one imagining their partner there... like you see Jayce fucking Silco imagining he's Viktor but don't see that probably Silco touches every muscle on Jayce arms and shoulders and fucking think about a young Vander in the mines holding him.

Like fuck off... What do you mean Vander didn't cross your mind holding Viktor too kindly and Viktor closing his eyes thinking about how that could be Jayce if he wasn't so sick and broken (physically). And Vander is so fucking broken thinking about how Viktor wanting to help people of Zaun fucking reminded him of a young Silco, one that let him be the one covered in blood, one Silco that smiled like an idiot and called himself bozo 1, a Silco he hasn't tried to kill yet... But Viktor also reminds him of the Silco that is broken, the man obsessed with getting Zaun into a better place no matter what... And still Vander holds him kindly to trick himself into thinking that is Silco and he found the fucking letter, just for a second, joking to Viktor saying "long hair would suit you"... (I made myself cry)

Are you fucking telling me you look at those blorbos and didn't saw all the fucking drama behind the freaky sex?!

The less drama would be Jayce and Vander and yet i'm pretty sure i can think of some if i think hard enough...

Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!

Jayce liked the way the much larger man cuddled him, how he was left gaping and cum stuffed, how Vander so easily accepted Jayce’s kinks and quirks. Vander liked the pup, thought Jayce was a good boy, and a good fuck.

So after the horrid week him and Viktor had, he slinked his way to The Last Drop, hood pulled up to cover his face. He waited in a corner for Vander to come bring him up to his bedroom.

Jayce knew that Vander and Silco were married. He knew that. Silco knew that Vander had Jayce. Silco called him Vander’s pet. Vander had offhandedly mentioned Silcos own pet, some girl who lives topside but was a zaunite.

Jayce had never seen her, but he could hear her. Especially that day. The bedrooms shared a wall, Vander taking the main bedroom and Silco and the girl in the guest room. That day she was screaming, sobbing, crying out “daddy, daddy, daddy” in her desperate breathless high pitched voice. Jayce was sure he didn’t sound any better when Vander was plowing into him. But it was different.

In the early hours of the morning when Jayce was used up and half drunk of cock, Vander hauled him to the bathroom, but Silco had beaten him there. Jayce was staring, naked and dripping cum, as Silco washed a hickey covered, red assed, half asleep Viktor.

It was a very uncomfortable morning. Viktor was trying to act like he didn’t care, Jayce was redder than a tomato, and Vander and Silco both knew they had crushes on each other.