For FoudreWraith. I hope I did a good job with it! To everyone else, warning, non human lemon ahead XD

"Interesting.'' Mused a soft, robotic like voice as it's host eyed the object in front of him. "Let me note this.''

Viktor led his pen back to the notebook in front of him, the sound of whirring and buzzing having long become white noise. It was noon, but he wouldn't have known that. The perfect lighting in his small lab was all he'd seen for the last thirty plus hours. Two thickly filled notebooks lay stacked near him.

"Yes...just a few more adjustments.''

With that, he lowered his pen and raised a now piping hot tool to his grasp. It hissed as it connected with the cold metal that was his hand. He tilted his head, contemplating the angle in which he would begin working on the project before him.

"Eh...hm...where do I start this time?''

Viktor gently tapped the tool against his palm before leaning forward, his questioned answered rather quickly. Time passed again, very slowly as he used the heated piece of machinery to burn shut his recently finished augmentation. When he was finished, his third arm would be even more perfect.

Viktor sat back in his chair, a sigh of relief leaving him as he did so. It had officially been over forty hours. Despite this, tiredness was not upon him. It was satisfaction with his work that had led him to take a break. Four books had been filled, and the hand attached to his upper left shoulder had officially been upgraded in the perfect way. As of now, it would be able to more efficiently act as his brain wants versus spoken command. Whatever needed most in a given situation, just in case he wasn't able to say what he actually needed. It would, going forward, act as an extension of himself despite being it's own entity. It's artificial intelligence would, hopefully, be less bothersome and work more like his right and left hands. It was pleasing, for the most part, to be left to his thoughts. As usual he would sit and think until he felt compelled to either continue, or test his new upgrades. Perhaps he would test the lasers on his own personal hard rock, the closest thing he had to mimic the material in Jayce's hammer.

"Jayce.'' He thought bitterly, his head tipping back and his left hand curling into a fist.

The name itself as it appeared in his head was enough to irritate him. Each time he thought of it; each time he saw the Piltovian he'd remember the day his creations were destroyed. It'd been a fluke. Jayce had only managed to destroy them in a desperate strike. That fact infuriated Viktor even more.

"Damn him.'' He said aloud. ''One day I will rip that pathetic hammer of yours to pieces. I'll rip you to pieces and I'll show everyone how much of a hero you aren't.''

The thought earned him a small shudder. Being able to release all of his spite on the one responsible for how much trouble he'd been caused made his pants outright tighten. Another sigh left him as he dropped his cheek to his palm. Perfection? He would never have it until he was fully enhanced. Until all of his humanity was gone. Despite his power and lack of ability to feel fear, tiredness, or pain, there were still two annoyingly human emotions he couldn't seem to rid himself of. One of which was spite towards the one who'd destroyed months of his work. The other...

"Ahh...it's been too long, hasn't it?'' He asked to the darkened room around him.

His member seemed to answer by giving an eager throb against his pants. A 'tch' of irritation left him as his eyes slipped shut. While opting to ignore his still human parts, he felt his non human one moving. One eye opened and he raised his head, a very faint, very momentary surprise filling him at the sight before him.

"Stop that.'' He commanded firmly, the newly upgraded hand pulling down his zipper as he did so. He repeated himself after a moment, his eyebrow twitching in irritated disbelief as the hand skillfully opened his pants.

''What do you think you are-'' He froze, opting for that than to release the gasp that had nearly cut his sentence short.

The hand continued, it's cold yet smooth palm gripping him with an appealing gentleness. He sighed, more confused than irritated. Was the human side of him in this aspect truly that deep in supressed desire?

"That is...not what I programmed you for.'' Viktor drawled as his hardness was softly stroked. His voice came out a tad softer than usual. After a short moment a breath was drawn in.

"Whatever...'' He said, his voice a mixture of dismissal and acceptance. "Do as you wish...I will not enjoy this.''

Despite his words, however, the piece of him still human throbbed with pleasured excitement, and it wasn't long before he felt overwhelmingly compelled to lean his head back again. Damn this human side of him, and damn this hand for indulging it. Why on earth couldn't he rid himself of such desires? He could go days without sleep...but not a few month's without physical pleasure? It was madness. Madness he wanted to rid himself of. Despite this, it was annoyingly clear the only way he would be 'rid' of these desires would be to relieve them. His artificial intelligence had known it too. Despite his annoyance with that fact, his left hand clenched in pleasure and he inhaled almost sharply as the hand tightened. It seemed to be making sure his wandering thoughts hadn't done much to distract him from what was happening. Viktor's breathing began to speed up despite his best efforts. He wanted to refuse enjoying this; this shameful act of human desire. His member throbbed again, a line of precum shooting out in response to the stroking it was getting. Eventually he groaned softly, a confession for his craving for more slipping out with it.

"Faster...''

He was obliged instantly, the hand speeding up to a pace that relieved the craving for an even firmer touch. He hated what he was allowing to happen, and even more-so he hated that it felt so good. He pictured a future in which he would never need pleasures such as this; a future full of naught but metal and efficiency. A future where Jayce was exposed for the false hero he is. One where all of his pent up feelings of anger and spite were released slowly and methodically to the one who's caused them. He pictured the face Jayce might have, or the obscenities he'd yell as his 'indestructible' hammer was shattered in front of him. How inferior Jayce would feel and be. How he would strip the 'hero' of everything. Pride, power, and position. It was a delicious thought; one that's effect on his body caused a moan to slip from his mouth. That was bad. He hadn't intended to grow more aroused.

Viktor gasped, the hand moving in ways that felt too good to deny. It was as if he were doing it himself accept his changes in preference from moment to moment were satisfied seconds before they came to surface. He'd fallen in too deep and hadn't yet realized it. He was so caught up in the feeling the hand began to effortlessly pleasure him based on the dopamine trails it received. It took all of him to not sit there squirming and moaning like some boy having his first session. His breathing, try as he may to keep it steady, quickly turned into soft pants and then low moans.

'I'm getting close...'

His heart pounded at the thought, a rare feeling. He was excited beyond all measure and ready to rid himself of the bothersome feeling. For relief, not pleasure. He wanted relief...and it was agonizingly close to being upon him. As if in response to his thoughts, the hand stopped all at once. It gripped him firmly and began to send soft pulses of electricity through his member. In response he began to throb uncontrollably, a gasp of pleasured shock escaping at the sudden change in stimulation. Viktor spread his legs, wanting to feel more of it. Both of his free hands clenched the armrests they each rested on. Why on earth was this happening to him of all people? Why was he on the brink of- his thoughts halted as the pulses continued, shock-waves traveling up his groin, down his legs, and across his thighs. It was too much. Too breathtakingly good. He wanted to cum now. Needed it in that moment more than anything else. With breath shaking in desperation, he shudders almost violently as a release tears through him. For a moment all he can do is sit there, his lips tucked in a final effort to not voice his pleasure(even alone in the depths of his lab). The heat shoots from him in hard, thick, splurts; suddenly he can't help himself and moans out loud, all composure gone as he lets the hand relieve his tension. His face isn't spared in the initial shots and the rest, he assumed, had covered the hand on him. He exhales in pleasure with each pulse, his member shamelessly releasing all it has to offer. The pulses slow with speed and intensity as his own throbs do, as if making sure to not overwhelm him. He keeps his eyes shut, the pants slowing and turning into soft moans while the ai massages him fully through his orgasm. Eventually all goes still. The machine herald didn't allow himself to think about how good it'd felt.

After a few moments, however, he raises his head to look at his lap. The mess there makes him grimace. He hadn't expected there to be so much. The hand releases him and sits there for a moment, hovering above Viktors member before self cleaning and then moving to clean him as well. As he catches his breath, he once again leans his head back, this time with his left hand raising to rest on his chest where his heart was still pounding. He partly couldn't believe what'd just happened.

"Next time...'' He began. The hand paused and turned partly palm up as if waiting for instruction. He hadn't thought to question it's sudden eagerness to listen. A genuinely tired sigh left him and his eyes slipped shut as he thickly drawled, ''Never mind.''