Viktor knew that this, what him and you had, wasn't something that good men did.

But hell, he couldn't help himself. With his terrible health, it wouldn't be a surprise if his life was shortened to only another ten years, so might as well take these kinds of stupid risks, might as well enjoy his life while it lasted. Like Heimerdinger said--old hypocrite--better off living twenty years as a tiger than a hundred years as a sheep, or something.

It had been a few months since you had started seeing eachother, and usually Viktor would have no problems with his romantic--or just purely intimate--partners, except from the fact that he had very little time for them, with the amount of work on his plate. No, usually, everything was perfectly fine.

But you were already married.

The two of you made it work, though. Shady bars, cheap hotels, the lab, when no one was there, your apartment when your partner left for business, his apartment... Any place was good to see eachother away from prying eyes. And it was almost fun, the thrill that you brought. The nervous halting of your breath, when you heard a sound down the hallway to your bedroom, the spike of adrenaline it brought. The way you'd dissolve into giggles when you realise no one was there. Other times, it wasn't fun at all. Especially not when he hadn't seen you in weeks after your partner got slightly suspicious.

It was in one of these radio silences that you had left Viktor in right now. He tried to get his mind off things in the lab, seeking comfort in the familiar machines. Gentle footsteps snapped him out of his concentration, footsteps that he immediately recognised as yours. Hm, maybe he was a bit too obsessed.

It wasn't long before you were in eachothers arms, lips against lips and bodies pressed so close you were only seconds away from melting together.

"Wait, wait wait wait..." Viktor managed to pull back to gasp for air for a second, glancing from you to the workbench. Yeah, maybe he could make it work... "How much time do you have?"