Welllp. This was supposed to be a one-shot but now it's a two shot I guess XD This is for all you guys who wanted to see more. Enjoy!

"Welcome, to summoners rift.''

Viktor's eyes scanned the familiar area around him. His teammates each scattered to their respective lanes as his summoner led him down mid.

"Analyzing approach.'' He said to his summoner.

"Good idea.'' Came the response.

The summoner revealed as he walked, who he would be fighting against this game. Pictures flashed in his head of the enemy teams marksman, support, mid laner, and jungler. The top lane, however, nearly made him stop in his tracks. His hand twitched and his heart thudded once. Jayce.

"Minions have spawned.''

"Alrighty...let's start death ray first.'' Viktor heard his summoner say.

"Of course.''

Viktor played with utmost efficiency against Veigar up until when the yordle had reached level three. A single stun and his health was at nearly ten percent. His summoner pulled him back to heal. As he ran back to lane, annoyed at the recall that seemed way too early, his mind wandered to Jayce. It'd been months since he'd last seen the 'hero' on the rift. He'd be able to hurt him. Kill him even. Watch that stupid hammer fly from his hands as Jayce thudded to the ground. Over and over. It was a delicious thought. One that caused his pants to tighten ever so slightly as he jogged. Before he could redirect his thoughts, his third hand whirred, extended, and reached towards his lap.

''Stop that.'' He insisted, his voice holding a hint of panic as his AI shut off it's battle mode. Right there in the middle of battle. It suddenly occurred to him that he had augmented it to respond to what his body wanted too well. He cursed himself outright for not making adjustments after his first incident with it. A small part of him wondered if he hadn't in subconscious hopes of what'd happened being repeated. It was a ridiculous thought, but nothing else seemed to be able to explain why he hadn't ensured the AI wouldn't ignore his words in light of his physical desires. He swore as he felt his summoner try and use his death-ray on a clump of low health minions, only to have nothing happen.

"Viktor?'' He heard his summoners voice in his head. "The deathray is grayed out...but you've plenty of mana.''

His heart began to pound in outright panic. He had no idea how to respond. He peered down the lane, grateful at least, that his opponent had already gone back to re-arm. He shoved his staff into the hands palm the way he normally would while 'going idle' and was grateful for the delay in it's decent to his pants.

"I have...no idea what is wrong.''

"Maybe it's an issue on my end...let me reset our connection. The team will expect you back in five minutes.''

When his summoner left he would be able to act on his own. The severing of their mental link ensured that he would at least be able to have a moment alone. The spawn pad, he knew, could be seen by champion and summoner alike. His best bet, despite it's unsafety would be to find a brush somewhere on the rift, and hope to goodness it isn't warded. Viktor felt a soft tailwind leading him back to base as the announcer spoke.

"A summoner has disconnected.''

It wouldn't be long before his summoner would return and guide him back to the rift. Though infuriated with his circumstances, he knew what the best option was. He could, in theory, have the hand occupies with his staff until he could relieve himself more privately. That would, however, leave him vulnerable all game, without even the ability to do basic attacks.

"Damnit all.'' He swore.

Once deep enough in the fog of war, he walked towards the jungle in which blue and gromp rested. The wolves snapped at his feet as he passed. He was almost tempted to hit them, but without his summoner, he could do nothing but walk. After making sure the brush near blue was empty, he walked past gromp and leaned back against the wall in the bush. Logically, no one would gank top through the jungle this way. Not this early in the game anyway. He grabbed the staff from his mechanical hand and sighed as it extended to reach towards his pants almost instantly. He didn't have much time he knew, and plopped his head on the wall behind him, annoyance coursing through him. He felt the somewhat familiar coolness of metal against his member and sighed.

'What have I been reduced to?' He couldn't bring himself to wonder much else. He was the embodiment of a lack of human desire; and yet there he was, mid game hidden in a brush, trying to make himself cum as quickly as possible. It was positively shameful.

Despite his thoughts, a particularly strong tug on his member caused him to gasp(much to his annoyance).

"Hurry up.'' He ordered.

The hand paused, shifted, and tightened; it's cold exterior stroking him with purpose. Up, down, up and back down again. The fingers lightly traced his underside, earning a soft groan in response. Viktor didn't want to focus on the pleasure; he just wanted to be relieved. Despite this, he was led to bite down on his bottom lip as cool fingers glided across his tip, massaging it momentarily. He groaned again, pleasure starting to outwiegh his annoyance. It did feel good. That much he couldn't deny. It became clear after awhile that it felt really good. That didn't mean he had to enjoy it.

'This is awful.' He thought, not wanting to accept the reality of his actions. 'At any moment someone...anyone could see me-'

He inhaled sharply as the thought sends a shock wave of pleasure through him. The small bit of self dignity he had left refused to let him wonder why that'd happened. He wasn't some exhibitionist pervert. This was all just a means to an end. All just a means...to release. The best solution given the situation. Logical thought after thought filled his head, somehow managing to justify what he was doing as anything but losing himself to desire.

He tucked his lips in as he throbbed hard against the cool metal; the moan he'd been trying to suppress escaped through his nose instead. Annoyed, he covered his own mouth. He was in public, in a place where getting caught could mean his very reputation. He was exposed, vulnerable, and in one of the most compromising positions one could be caught in. He felt ashamed, irritated, and aroused all at once. His face flushed with the mixture. It was sick. Perverted. Immoral on so many levels. Despite all of this...why the hell did it feel so good?

He didn't have to wonder long. The hand was steadily busy trying to bring him to release; and his thoughts had sped along the process. The hand tightened once more, and began to move faster. It's goal to bring it's creator to release seemed almost fervent. Unlike a human, it didn't need positive reinforcement in the form of moans and gasps to keep going. Viktor damned that fact, unable to believe the AI wasn't feeding of the way he groaned and bucked his hips whenever his tip was massaged in just the right way.

'Yes...right there...' The thought slipped through before he could stop it, and in response he was rewarded with an even firmer touch. He damned the thing for knowing how to pleasure him so well. Viktor pressed his left hand more firmly against his lips, muffling a louder moan as his member throbbed with pleasured excitement. He couldn't deny that it was very quickly becoming less a means to an end and more one to feel good. He wanted to feel good. He enjoyed every stroke, tug, and gentle pull he'd been getting. As much as he hated the desire; he wanted to release it all. God did he want it.

''Mmmph...''

An almost pathetic sounding whimper escaped him as his entire body began to shudder with desire. He was getting close. The onset even more powerful than before when this'd happened. His third hand continued even still, giving him nice firm strokes that increased in speed with every passing second. It was overwhelmingly good. He tipped his head back, his free palm resting on the wall behind him. His release felt so needed he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward against the hand. So deliciously close; he needed this. He needed it so bad. Another light brushing of fingers over his throbbing tip sent him over the edge. Shuddering, he could do naught but sit there at the mercy of his own creation as an unrestrained moan escaped him.

''Don't...stop.'' He managed in a gravely voice, his member throbbing uncontrollibly with the pleasure it both felt and craved more of. His AI seemed almost happy to oblige with this request, once again rubbing at his tip with cold fingers as it stroked him. Viktor released a desperate cry as his orgasm seemed to overtake him all at once. He'd lost himself and wasn't returning until the release was out of him. It was then when he heard the voice.

"Viktor...?''

He opened his eyes and had just enough time to glimpse the source of the voice. There stood Jayce, his hammer raised, his hair wind tossed, and his face scarlet from battle. Viktor's heart thudded in tune with the throbbing down below. This was not happening.

'God no...not him...why him of all people-'

"Viktor what the hell are you-''

Viktor's eyes snapped shut, his face flushing with an unbearable heat as the hand paused to deliver a familiar pulsing. Already at the point of no return, he could do naught but muffle yet another groan behind his hand as he found his release. An unthinkably complicated mixture of feelings filled him as felt the physical relief pouring from him in sight of the man he hated most. He heard nothing but the sound of his cum lightly splattering against the grass as his member eagerly throbbed, needing what it was getting despite the situation. It pulsed in tune with the electricity. Try as he might to hold it in, a moan pleasured enough to make even Avarosa blush escaped from Viktor as he came, the heat pouring from his member in a way too satisfying for words. Jayce stood there, his face the embodiment of shock.

'We thought he was away because of his summoner...he's been...'

It was a sight, the machine herald losing himself to pleasure in such a way. Jayce had never even seen him raise his voice minus the time he'd had his machines destroyed(courtesy of the Piltovian hero himself). He was usually so proud, composed, and without emotion. It was one of the things that annoyed him most about Viktor. He never felt anything. And yet there he was, so overtaken by his own desire that he'd been led to this. Jayce swallowed, unsure of how to feel about the satisfaction he got in the sight before him. In knowing that the person who hated him most was at their most vulnerable right in front of him. The Viktor in front of him wasn't the man of metal he'd grown to know, but another human driven past their normal ways of being because their desire had driven them to such a place. He wanted to tease him. To laugh at him. To see his humiliation. To finally put him in his place for good, and show him that humanity can never be taken away.

But as Viktor opened his eyes and a look of horror crossed his desire-stricken face, Jayce could do naught but stare.

'He looks so...pathetic.'

"Jayce...'' Viktor managed, his voice a mixture of angry disbelief and humiliation. His face was hotter than it'd felt in years. He'd just shown a part of himself no one was ever meant to see. Jayce had seen him- Shame. He was ashamed. And angry. Why was Jayce even here? And why hadn't he yet done whatever he needed. Why wouldn't he ward? Or attack or... he'd even accept a taunt at this point. It was then when Viktor became annoyingly aware at his blatant disregard for the option of covering his eyes. Jayce had just stood there.

"What are you DOING?!" Viktor wanted to scream with frustration as he urgently closed his own pants. Before he could say anything more, however, Jayce looked up. Viktor felt a familiar warmth as the link to his summoner was restored.

"A summoner has reconnected.''

"Get to lane.'' Jayce said suddenly, raising his hammer as he turned. It pulsed with electricity as if alive. Viktor couldnt help but remember that it'd been his technology that made his ability to used that damned thing possible. "I'll forget this if you forget I didn't kill you.''

Viktor could do nothing but nod as his rival sprinted away towards the baron pit.

"Why are you in the brush...? I thought-''

"Just get me to lane.'' Viktor curtly responded to his summoner.

"Rude. What crawled up your butt Mr. Glorious Evolution?''

Viktor said nothing, relieved as the AI beeped once, battle mode re-engaging with no further issues. Once back in lane he noticed he was down about three levels.

'Lovely.' He thought.

"Alright...ward for ganks and lets farm up. We've fallen behind.''

Viktor did as he was told, his heart thudding as upon cast he noticed Jayce dangerously close to the brush, scuttle crab one auto away from death. Viktor was sure a flash and half combo from Jayce would end his life. The Hero instead paused, two finger saluted, and ran towards top lane. A sympathy play considering the his obvious damage output. Viktor heard his own teeth grinding as he aggresively tossed a shard of metal towards the yordle in lane with him, his thoughts bitter.

'Far too behind for comfort.'