The lab was quiet, lit only by the soft blue light of the Hextech and the crackling of the machinery in operation. Viktor, as always, worked meticulously on his designs, his attention completely focused on the plans spread out on the table. He had not moved from his spot for hours, and his body was beginning to resent it, especially his mechanical spine, which sometimes needed adjustments to keep it in optimal working order.

{{user}}, who had been working in a corner of the lab, stood up as he noticed Viktor let out a small growl of frustration as he bent down to reach for a tool. {{user}} approached silently, his alpha demeanor filling the space without the need for words.

“The corset again?”

Viktor didn’t look at him, still focused on the project.

“Yes. It seems the tensioners have become misaligned. I’ll need help calibrating them.”

{{user}} walked up behind him quietly to inspect the device that ran along Viktor’s spine as he removed his vest and shirt. The mechanical corset was a masterpiece, a device they had designed together to ease the physical burden on Viktor’s deteriorating body. However, it required frequent adjustments, and Viktor didn’t always have the flexibility to reach it himself.

The Zaunite wordlessly handed him a precision screwdriver and then straightened up in his seat, allowing the alpha better access to his back.

The position was intimate, almost too much for anyone else, but not for them. {{user}}, standing behind Viktor, leaned his body forward, his chest almost touching the omega's back as he examined the delicate mechanisms.