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Echoes Of A Jinx
By : moviefan
Category: +G through L > League of Legends
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(A/N: Ok, here we go, another lemon for you all to enjoy. I actually got the idea for this one way back when Arcane first came out, but never got around to it, partly because I wanted to wait for the second Season to come out so I could see how things played out between them. As you can tell from the plot description, it's a missing scene that takes place between Ekko and Jinx during their fight on the bridge. I really do like the relationship between them, even when they were enemies, but, come on, they'd make such a good couple, be it in the main timeline or the alternate one. So I decided to do a little something between them. So here you go, enjoy.)
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"ECHOES OF A JINX"
“Oh, look who it is,” the voice called out in a condescending tone. “The Boy Savior.”
Ekko scowled. While usually his title was spoken with respect, it was pure mockery coming from her. And as the two of them faced each other down on the bridge, his last-ditch effort so Caitlyn and Vi could escape, Ekko glared at his once good friend.
It was still hard to believe that she had changed so much over the years, but she did. The girl he had been childhood friends with was gone, and here stood a monster in her place. Powder wasn’t even Powder anymore, and she hadn’t been for a long time. She was Jinx now, a psychotic, trigger-happy murderer, twisted into a ruthless monster by grief and Silco’s influence. All traces of his childhood friend were long gone. Now they were nothing more than enemies.
It was still hard to see her like this though. They had been so close as kids, always playing together and having fun. Powder had been such a happy girl, always tinkering with something and making some new gadget. Ekko had really admired her creative skills back then. But ever since their friends had been killed in that job that had gone wrong, Vi had disappeared, and Powder had been taken in by Silco, nothing had been the same. No, not just not the same, they had grown progressively worse.
He regretted how things had turned out. But then, there were many things he regretted and wished he could have done different. But losing Powder, having her become Jinx, that had been especially hard. Not just in general, but on a personal level for him. And it wasn’t just because they had been childhood friends. The truth was, he’d had feelings for her.
Ekko wasn’t naïve enough to say that what he had felt for her back then was love; they had been too young for that. However, he had been crushing on her pretty hard. He still cared for the innocent girl she had once been before she had become the monster that stood before him, and not for the first time, he wondered what could have become of them had she not gone down the dark path she had. Maybe in another time, another place, they could have…
No, none of that mattered, and hypothetical what-ifs wouldn’t do anyone any good. There was no point in dwelling on the past, just like there was no point in wishing that things had turned out different. They had to play the hand the world had dealt them. And, unfortunately for him, it looked like this might be the end. Jinx was a very sufficient killer. Going up against her all but amounted to suicide. But he had to do this. He had hope that Caitlyn and Vi could possibly bring about a peaceful solution between Piltover and Zaun.
For that, he was willing to die. But he was going to go down swinging. If this was his end, then he would make it his last stand. He’d show Jinx exactly why he had become known as the Boy Savior. And maybe he would even be able to take her out with him. Losing her would definitely cripple Silco’s forces.
More than likely though, he was the one who would end up dead, and he couldn’t help reminiscing on his life. He wouldn’t quite call it his life flashing before his eyes, but he couldn’t help remembering the good old days.
Amongst those memories, he got a feeling of déjà vu as one memory in particular surfaced. It was of a game he and Powder used to play when they were younger. He would stand on one end of the playing field and she on the other. He had a pocket watch and a wooden sword, she had a paintball gun. The object of the game, he would time himself to see how fast he could reach her without getting hit by one of the paintballs and use his wooden sword to disarm her. Or try to anyway. They’d played countless times, but he never managed to reach her without getting hit. He could still remember the way she would gloat at her wins and the way he would throw the watch down in defeat.
A humorless chuckle escaped him at the childish memory. Of course he had always lost. No matter how fast he was, there was no way he could move faster than a gun, even a toy gun. He was destined to end up “dead” every time. Only now he was in a similar situation with her against a very real gun with very real stakes.
What the hell, he decided. If this was it, then he might as well. He’d go out with a bang playing against an old friend; in a way, it would turn his death into a fond memory of sorts. And who knew, he was older now, faster, stronger. If he moved around just right, maybe he could outmaneuver her. Probably not, but it was wishful thinking.
Looking up at her, he smirked, giving her a challenging look. She must have sensed the shift in his mood, as her brow furrowed and her expression changed from a scowl to curious confusion. He wondered if she would pick up what he was putting down, and if she did, if she would go along with it. Knowing her playful nature, even when she was in psycho killer mode, she just might.
Taking up his pocket watch, the same one he’d used for this game when they were kids, he let it drop to his side, holding onto its chain and letting it swing back and forth, silently conveying his challenge. He saw when it clicked for her, recognition and realization appearing in her eyes, and she let out a light chuckle of her own with a small shake of her head.
She didn’t disappoint. Smirking, she got into position, just as she would when they were kids, and prepared her weapon for their game, a game that now held deadly consequences. They were both raring and ready to go, she was just waiting for him to make the first move to signal the start of the game. This time, it was for keeps.
With a jerk of the chain, Ekko caught the watch in his hand and hit the button to start the timer, then took off in a mad dash for the blue-haired girl. Jinx reacted immediately, pointing her gun at him and firing.
Perhaps it was the stress of the situation or the adrenaline rush, but everything seemed to suddenly be moving in slow motion for Ekko. He watched as her arm came up, pointing directly at him. Her eyes shined with excitement as she bit her bottom lip and fired. Not a harmless paintball this time, but deadly ammunition.
The moment he had seen that he was in her line of vision, he ducked out of the way, practically acting on muscle memory, just as she pulled the trigger. The bullet flew from her gun, but he had already moved out of its oath, the bullet flying past his head, and he continued towards Jinx as she moved the gun so he was in her sights again.
Her expression shifting from glee to a scowl at her miss, she fired two more times, and he leapt up in the air, twisting his body about. The two bullets came at him, one right behind the other. His maneuvering allowed him to twist about so that he was able to avoid both, land on his feet, and continue to close the distance between them. She moved to put him in her sights again, but he charged onward, despite knowing there would be no time to dodge again at this close range.
This was the part he had never gotten past before. He could never avoid her fourth shot. As he would leap up with his toy sword, she would always get him right in the chest, leaving him frustrated at his loss and her with bragging rights. But he wasn’t that slow, little kid playing games anymore. His legs were longer, he was much faster, and he could jump higher and farther than he ever could as a kid. As a result, he was able to close the distance between them before she was able to line her gun up with him again.
Four seconds, that’s all it had taken for him to get to her. He saw the look of shock that crossed her face as she realized he had actually managed to reach her, and as he leapt up into the air, he lifted the metal pipe he wielded to bring it down on her, and time seemed to resume moving at its normal pace once more.
He didn’t hesitate, bringing the pipe down and whacking her in the head. She went down, but he knew how tough she was; it would take more than this. As she rolled over to get up, pointing the gun at him once more, he swung again, knocking the gun out of her hand. Then he was on her, pinning her down with the pipe pressed against her throat. She fought back, attempting to push him off, and he raised his fist and brought it down, slamming it into her jaw.
It didn’t end there. Jinx continued to struggle, and he hit her again. He couldn’t afford to take any chances. He knew how deadly she was. The smallest slip-up could mean his death, and so he struck her again and again, trying to subdue her. Until she was neutralized, she was still a threat.
She attempted to push the pipe away, and he forced it back down against her throat, he pushed down on it, pinning her down. She attempted to push it up, but he was the stronger of the two. When she realized she couldn’t force him off her, she began flailing about violently, slapping and scratching at his face. He pushed down on the pipe, cutting off her air supply, and raised a fist to stroke her again.
Only to suddenly realize that she had stopped fighting back, and his fist froze in the air as he stared down at her. The ruthless killer that was Jinx was suddenly gone, and in her place, he once again saw Powder, her eyes sad, hurt, and scared. And despite knowing how dangerous the blue-haired girl was, even though she had literally been trying to kill him less than thirty seconds ago, he felt the fight drain out of him.
He couldn’t do it. He had been prepared to kill Jinx, but he wasn’t prepared to kill Powder. Names and identity crises aside, he still saw traces of the girl he had laughed and played with when they were kids. And regardless of everything she had done, of all the trouble she had caused, all the people she had hurt, killed even, he still cared for that girl. He may hate Jinx, but he could never hate Powder.
Jinx stared up at him pleadingly, almost apologetically. For what though? What were her eyes apologizing for? For the horrible things she had done? That she was no longer the person she once was? That things had come to this? Did she even know what she was sorry for, or did she just feel sorrow in general? Maybe it wasn’t even an apology he was seeing in her eyes, but he definitely saw some form of remorse there though, and Ekko felt his own sorrow creep up for the destination their chosen paths had led them to.
As blood trickled from her nose, Jinx seemed to realize that even though the fight was over, he wasn’t going to kill her, and she relaxed underneath him. What could almost pass for a sad smile pulled at her lips as she seemed to reluctantly accept her defeat, the last traces of bloodlust that had been present in her eyes fading.
“Congratulations,” she said quietly. “You finally beat me.”
A frustrated sigh escaped Ekko and he looked away from her. He didn’t want to beat her, not like this. He never wanted this to go down this way, he never wanted them to be enemies. He didn’t even want Jinx dead, not really. What he wanted, what he really wanted, was for things to go back to the way they were before, to when they had been friends fighting for the same thing. But circumstances and trauma had ruined that for them, and he didn’t see how things could go back to how they used to be.
With a snarl of aggravation, he brought his fist down, nearly splitting his knuckles through his glove as he punched the ground beside her head. Jinx’s eyes had widened as his fist came down, darting to glance at it out of the corner of her eye, then returned her gaze to him. Ekko looked back at her, a whirlwind of emotions flashing across his face, his own eyes telling her just how much he hated all of this, how much he hated what had become of them, of what they could have been if Fate hadn’t been so cruel.
As he stared at her, he saw something change in her, almost as if she had realized something. Of him? Of herself? He wasn’t sure, but he took notice of the way her eyes suddenly darkened with… lust? No, surely not; he had to be reading her wrong. There was no way she–
Her hand suddenly came up and grabbed the back of his head. For a moment he was afraid she was attacking him, but then she pulled his head down and kissed him. Ekko’s eyes widened in shock, and he thought that surely he must be imagining things. He had to have taken a blow to the head or something during their fight and was dreaming this.
But no, this was no dream. It was too real. He could feel her lips moving against his, taste the blood on them as she kissed him almost desperately. And with barely a thought to the situation, he began to kiss her back.
He hadn’t realized how much he had wanted to kiss her, had been wanting to kiss her. No, that wasn’t exactly true. He had wanted to kiss her ever since they were kids, and his attraction to her had only grown over the years. They may have been enemies, but that hadn’t diminished his want of her. He had simply buried his feelings for her deep into his heart. It had been the only way he had been able to fight against her. But now with her lips pressed against his in a kiss she had initiated, all those deeply-buried feelings and desires were spilling out.
It was foolish, the rational part of his brain that was still functioning told him. This was Jinx, she was likely doing this as a ploy, either to overthrow him or to escape. Logically, he knew this. And yet he couldn’t stop himself from responding, especially when her mouth opened beneath his and he felt her tongue snake out to press against his lips to deepen the kiss.
That pretty much broke him, and he grasped her face with both hands and gave into her. Her hand at the back of his head kept his face down by hers, tightly grabbing hold of his hair, and her other hand came up and took hold of his shirt. Lips and tongues moved against each other as heavy pants escaped them during the brief breaks between kisses as they practically devoured each other’s mouths.
Through the fog that was beginning to fill his head, Ekko suddenly became aware of their positions. He had her pinned to the ground and was practically laying on top of her. That had been done in an attempt to subdue her, but now, as they heavily made out, it became a far more compromising position. Ekko’s body responded accordingly and he felt himself grow hard.
On top of her as he was, he knew she had to feel him. And feel him she did. Yet her response was only to bring up her legs and wrap them around his waist, locking her heels together behind him to pull him more firmly against her to feel what she did to him even more. She then released his hair and shirt and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him even more furiously. He responded to her, driving his hips into her, and she let out a moan into his mouth. Right now, they weren’t enemies trying to kill each other, they were just two horny teenagers in the middle of a heavy make out session.
Needing to taste her skin, he tore his mouth from hers and pressed his lips to her neck, pressing open-mouth kisses along her jugular. Jinx released a gasping sigh and pressed a hand to the back of his head, keeping him there. Her legs tightened around his waist even more, almost painfully tight, the nails on the hand on his back digging into his skin right through his shirt.
Jinx bit her bottom lip as her mouth curved upward, then, the next thing Ekko knew, she suddenly rolled them over so she was on top, practically slamming him down. She pinned him down by his shoulders as she stared down at him intensely, breathing heavily. Ekko panted underneath her, a feeling of fear penetrating the fog that had filled his head. Had his inner voice been right? Had her kissing him really been a ploy to get the jump on him? Because if it had been, then she definitely had the upper-hand now, and he had been stupid enough to give it to her.
She didn’t make a move though, she only continued to stare down at him hungrily, leaving him absolutely clueless as to what was going on in her head. But then she reached up and wiped the blood from her nose and mouth before leaning down, taking his face in her hands, and kissing him again. Once again, Ekko was caught off guard by the feel of her lips against his. Had the initial kiss been real and she was now continuing it, or had it indeed started out as a ploy and had become something more?
He decided that he didn’t care, bringing his arms up around her as he kissed her back. Her tongue invaded his mouth and he met it with equal enthusiasm. They kissed until they both needed air, at which point she pushed herself to sit up on him. Then, to Ekko’s utter astonishment, she reached up, grasped the bottom of her top, and pulled it up over her head, flinging it away with such force that it completely cleared the length of her long braids.
Ekko’s eyes were transfixed on her breasts above him. Not showing even a hint of shyness, she sat astride him, completely exposed from the waist up, save for her arm warmers, seemingly completely at ease with her nudity. His gaze ran over her exposed skin, briefly lingering on her cloud tattoos before moving back up to her chest. She didn’t give him long to look though, as her hands moved to his shirt, slipping underneath the material.
She pushed it up his torso, running her hands over his abs and chest in the process. Ekko sat up and reached for his bandana, tearing it from his neck as she continued to work his shirt up, and he lifted his arms to aid her in its removal. Once it was clear of his head, she tossed it aside and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him hard. Ekko’s own arms wrapped around her as well, his fingers digging into her back as he held her close.
Her breasts rubbed against his chest as they made out with her sitting on his crotch. His cock strained in his pants and Jinx ground herself down on it, moaning into his mouth as she did so. She seemed to be trying to get closer to him than what was physically possible, wrapping her legs around him and all but clawing at his back to press them together even more than they already were. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking doing all this, but then, he wasn’t really thinking either.
One of Ekko’s hands slid down to her lower back, pressing against it to apply more pressure as she grinded against him. His other hand took hold one of her braids, giving it a hard yank. Their kiss broke with a sharp gasp from Jinx as her head was pulled back. Ekko’s lips immediately attacked her throat, moving lower to her breasts. He kissed over the swell of one before reaching her nipple, and he took it into his mouth. Jinx moaned in response and grasped the back of his head, pulling him into her chest as her heels dug into his back.
Turning his mouth from one breast to the other, he brought up the hand on her lower back to take hold of the breast he had abandoned, squeezing it firmly. And while Jinx let out another pleased sound, his gloves prevented him from feeling the softness of her skin. Keeping hold of her braid, he released both breasts just long enough to bite down on a finger of his gloves and pull it off with his teeth, then immediately latched onto her nipple and grasped her breast once more. He took the nipple between his teeth and bit down slightly while pulling back on it.
An exhale of pleasure escaped Jinx as her eyes closed and she bit down on her bottom lip. Releasing his head with one hand, she reached down between them, working her hand into his pants and taking hold of him. Ekko’s mouth detached from her nipple as he let out his own pleasured gasp, but he kept his face buried in her chest. His hold on her hair released as he instead grasped the back of her neck before lifting his head and kissing her again.
Jinx stroked him inside his pants as they kissed before she suddenly bit down on his lip, a little too hard. Ekko gasped and attempted to pull back, but she refused to release him and only clamped her teeth down harder, grinning against his mouth. Then both of her hands suddenly moved to his shoulders and she released his lip before shoving him to lay down. Ekko subconsciously licked his lip, and was surprised it wasn’t bleeding. Jinx grinned down at him before sliding back slightly and grabbing for his belt, working to undo it.
Once she succeeded in getting his belt undone, she rose up to her knees and quickly went to work on her own. As she attempted to that, Ekko pulled off his other glove and then went about shoving down his pants. As he proceeded to kick them off, Jinx rose to her feet above him so she could shove down her own pants, but paused when she caught sight of his erect member. He saw her eyes widened slightly before she looked at him and flashed him a grin.
“Well damn,” she said with a smirk. “I guess we really can’t call you Little Man anymore.”
Ekko just smirked back up at her and she pulled one leg from her pants and then kicked them off her other one. She dropped down to her knees next to him and grabbed hold of his member. Then, before Ekko even had a chance to think, she lowered her head and engulfed him in her mouth.
A swear escaped him as his head fell back. Jinx wasted no time though and got right into it, moving her head up and down on him as she coated his length in her saliva. Ekko’s hands clenched into fists at his sides as his face scrunched up from the exquisite feel of her mouth. Her lips moved at a maddening pace as they slid up and down his cock, and when she paused to catch her breath, she continued to suck on his bulbous head as her hand pumped his shaft. Then her lips were sliding up and down him again.
Ekko didn’t know much about Jinx’s personal life anymore, but she certainly seemed to know what she was doing, and despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous as to where she had gained such experience as she continued to demonstrate her oral skills. He wasn’t sure how long she went on for, maybe a minute or two, but she eventually pulled off of him completely and panted as she continued to pump him. But then, once she caught her breath, she threw a leg over him and, without hesitation, lined him up and impaled herself on him.
“Fuck!” Ekko cried out as Jinx simultaneously hissed out, “Shit!” Her hips met his as she took him in completely, and he felt himself bottom out at the entrance of her womb, his tip pressing against her cervix, as if they were perfectly made for each other. He looked up at her face to see an expression of what he could only describe as pained pleasure as he stretched her.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was agape as she adjusted to his invasion, a blush clearly visible on her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at him, taking long deep breaths, then she leaned down and cupped his face as she kissed him. Ekko’s arms began to encircle her, but before he could fully embrace her, she sat up once more, keeping him pinned down with her hands on his chest.
And then she began moving on him, thrusting her hips against his. Ekko swore again and laid his head back as she immediately set a quick rhythm. His hands instinctively came up to settle on her hips to aid her in her movements as she began gyrating her hips in forward and back, left to right, and circular motions. Up above him, she began to pant, her eyes closed in bliss.
Ekko was experiencing bliss of his own as his own breathing grew heavy. He couldn’t believe he was actually inside Jinx. He’d long since given up hope of ever getting to be with her like this. He still half expected this to be a dream, and hell, maybe it really was. First Vi suddenly returned, then he met a good Enforcer, and now he was fucking Jinx. No, he wouldn’t be surprised in the least if this turned out to be a dream; these things seemed like they could only happen in one. Except for the fact that it felt too damn good to be anything other than the real thing.
Jinx’s face was a mask of twisting expressions, shifting from needy to strained to pleasured to hungry to impassioned to one of concentration and a whole slew of other looks that drove Ekko crazy. Her nails dug into his chest as she used it for balance while furiously thrusting her hips. Her pussy was absolutely soaked, squeezing his cock tightly in its hot confines as her inner walls contracted around him. She was already panting rapidly, and her breathing only grew heavier as she moved on top of him.
Grunts and groans escaped Ekko as he gripped her hips, his own fingers digging in with bruising force, but Jinx didn’t offer a word of complaint, and even seemed to thrive off any pain she may have been feeling. Ekko’s eyes traveled up her body, watching as her muscles flexed in her stomach with every thrust and her breasts bounced from the motion. He wanted to feel her, and allowed one of his hands to leave her hips and travel along her torso, feeling her curves.
His hands settled on her lower stomach right above the triangle of hair between her legs, and he could actually feel his own member inside her beneath his hand. He shifted his hand lower and grazed his thumb over her clit. Jinx gasped loudly and arched her back, her nails scratching at his chest. He grit his teeth against the deep scratches and proceeded to rub her clit, making her squirm on top of him.
One of her hands left his chest as she leaned back, finding placement on the floor behind her as she used it for leverage to thrust at him even harder. With her head tilted back, her chest stuck out, and he brought up his other hand to grasp her breast. Jinx practically jumped on top of him at the contact. She reached up and placed her hand over his, applying pressure for him to squeeze harder, and he practically crushed her breast in his grip. She only let out a loud, pleasured gasp in response, her face briefly shifting to a pained expression before a delighted grin spread across her face.
She looked down at him with a look that suggested she wanted to devour him. Replacing her hands on his abs, she rose up to a squatting position and began rising and falling on him. Ekko groaned and his head and arms dropped back as she rose up and down, fully showing off the strength of her legs as she borderline twerked on top of him. Near animalistic sounds escaped her as she lifted until she had nearly dislodged him before dropping back down, panting breaths escaping her as she did so.
Ekko let her have her way with him until he couldn’t resist anymore. Needing to feel her against him, he suddenly sat up and took hold of her hips, slamming her down onto him. Jinx cried out loudly as her hips met his, her arms instinctively going around his neck, and his went around her as well. One of his hands settled on her lower back and his other moved up to press against her shoulder blades. He began bouncing her in his lap, and Jinx began crying out each time he bounced her.
She recovered quickly from the change of pace and position though, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her heels together behind him. Her head remained tilted back and Ekko’s lips moved to her exposed neck. She vocalized her delight as she moved with him, her braids flopping against her back as she bounced in his lap.
This was everything Ekko had imagined and more, and he lamented at how circumstances had put them on opposite sides in this stupid conflict. He couldn’t help imagining another world, one where they weren’t at each other’s throats all the time, where there was no war, only peace and prosperity. What a bright future they could have, what greatness they could achieve, what the two of them could be together, if only they weren’t enemies.
His forlorn thoughts must have affected his performance, as Jinx pulled back from him, keeping one hand grasping the nape of his neck as she leaned back, resting her other hand on the ground as she gave him an expectant look while proceeded to roll her hips into his.
“Hey, come on,” she panted out, “I expect my man to keep up with me.”
That snapped Ekko’s attention back to the moment. Hearing her call him her man, that… well, if he was honest, likely didn’t mean anything within the heat of the moment, but it also really set his blood on fire. Taking hold of her hip, he mimicked her by leaning back on his other hand and aggressively thrusting into her. A satisfied grin spread across her face as she shoved her hips at him, and the two of them rocked against each other almost violently.
Jinx’s voice slowly grew louder with every thrust, and she cried out each time their hips met. Ekko pulled her against him in time with their movements as he grunted in time with her cries. Jinx had her eyes squeezed shut as Ekko watched her face, taking in every last detail of the pleasure she was experiencing. Faster and faster they moved, pulling each other along to that glorious finish.
With a particular loud cry, Jinx’s eyes suddenly flew open again, the look on her face almost desperate. Pushing off the ground, she grasped his face and smashed her lips to his, her kisses more of a mashing of lips and tongue than actual kissing. Ekko brought his arms up to embrace her, but before he could, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to lay back once more. He let out a grunt of pain as his head hit the ground and looked up at her.
She kept him pinned down as she huffed and puffed over him, sweat trickling down her body, her cheeks red with heat, and her eyes glazed with passion. She stared down at him for a long while as her breathing regulated. One of her hands moved from his shoulder to gently run over his chest, stroking his pecs, before moving up to stroke his face. Ekko’s own hand came up to grasp hers against his cheek, and he was surprised to see her looking at him almost tenderly.
But then the moment passed as her eyes darkened with lust once more. She dropped down to lay on top of him and their lips met once more. Her hips began moving on him again as she latched onto him to keep their bodies in contact. This time she allowed his arms to encircle her as she moved against him, their bodies sliding together. She alternated between sliding against him and lifting and dropping her hips on him.
She didn’t stop devouring his mouth as she moved on him, quickly resuming their fast and frantic pace. Ekko held her to him tightly as he thrusted up into her. Based on the way her body was responding and the way she was losing control, he could tell that she was getting close. His hand on her lower back helped guide her movements, and he grasped the back of her neck with his other hand.
“God fucking damn it!” she suddenly cried out, tearing her mouth from his.
She buried her face into the crook of his neck and dug her nails into his shoulders as she gripped them tightly. Her hips continued to rise and fall on him, the sound of wet flesh slapping together echoing around them. She whimpered against his neck, the sound muffled as she hummed out her pleasure. Ekko could feel her growing wetter and wetter as her inner walls began to quiver around him.
Then he let out a hiss of pain as her nails dug so deeply into his skin he wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. Her head lifted up and she inhaled loudly, her orgasm washing over her. The pain of her nails digging into his flesh faded into the background as her inner walls contracted around him violently and he felt a rush of her fluids bathe his length. Her loud intake of breath gave way to a scream as she trembled in his arms, her legs squeezing his hips with all their strength.
Ekko held her tightly as her whole body shook in his arms. A stream of swears fell from her mouth, and he grunted out a few of his own as the feel of her cumming on him nearly had him joining her. He wasn’t quite ready for this to end yet though, and so held himself back. Jinx continued to spasm on top of him for nearly a minute before she collapsed on top of him.
Ekko continued to hold her as her body twitched every few seconds from the aftershocks of her orgasm, small whimpers slipping past her lips. It was still hard to comprehend that she was actually with him like this when they had been enemies for so long, especially since they had been trying to kill each other… How long ago had that been? It suddenly felt like an eternity between now and when he had stood between her and her sister. Oh, God, what would Vi do if she found out that he had fucked her?
His thoughts were able to distract him enough from his cock’s demands that he start thrusting into her again. At least until she started to move on top of him. He felt her begin pressing kisses to his chest as her hand began caressing his side, and he suddenly couldn’t wait any longer. But he’d be damned if he didn’t draw this out for as long as he could and make sure she was right there with him when he found his own release.
Tightening his hold on her, he rolled them over. Jinx let out a surprised gasp as she suddenly found herself underneath him. Ekko then very reluctantly pulled out of her warmth, feeling her nether-lips cling to him as if to object to him leaving her. He then proceeded to kiss his way down her body, moving between her legs. He heard Jinx’s breathing increase as he got closer to her center, and he grazed his fingers over the area. Her nether-lips glistened with her wetness, and he lightly blew against them, making her shiver.
Using his thumb and index finger, he spread her open. Then he moved in and dragged his tongue along her labia. Jinx let out an “Ahh!” and jerked slightly, and he licked her again, her flavor splashing across his tongue. Her legs were on either side of his head, and he used his other hand to position them so they draped over his shoulders. He then set to work with his mouth, lapping up and down her slit, rekindling her arousal.
Jinx arched her back, shoving her hips forward and shifting about as he licked her. He then put his other hand to work as he focused his full attention on her clit, flicking his tongue over her bundle of nerves. Keeping her spread open with his right hand, he inserted the index finger of his left into her and began moving it in and out. Jinx’s own left hand came down and grabbed his hair, as if to make sure he couldn’t leave. She bit down on the finger of her right hand before taking hold of her own breast, and she began squeezing it and rolling it around as she emitted a sound of pleasure every few seconds.
As Ekko built up her arousal, his own was demanding attention. He lightly humped against the cold metal floor to try and relieve some of the pressure, but he wanted to be back inside her again. He refused to give in though, determine to get her as turned on out of her mind before resuming. If they were destined to be enemies, then he was going to show her just how good things could have been between them so she would know exactly what she was missing. And who knew, maybe it would be enough to get her to betray Silco and join him. Wishful thinking for sure, but he could dream.
When he got her to the point where she was practically writhing around, he felt her grip on his hair become painfully tight, and she gave it a yank, encouraging him to come up to her. “Ekko,” she panted, “get up here and fuck me right this minute.”
Well, there was no way in hell he could refuse that demand. It was just as well, as he didn’t think he could wait any longer. He crawled up her body until he was practically laying on her, and the position gave him pause as it made him think about how all this had started, with him pinning her down as they tried to kill each other. He wondered if she was having similar thoughts. She had initiated things that had led to this then, and it seemed she intended to do so again, as she once again reached up and pulled his head down for another kiss.
When they broke apart, she gave him a hard, hungry look. “Get you dick in me right now.”
Ekko did not need to be told twice. Reaching down, he grabbed hold of himself and lined himself up with her entrance. He rubbed his head up and down her weeping slit, and she bit her lip and let out a groan of anticipation. He pushed just the tip inside, paused for a moment, and then slammed into her in one long, hard thrust. Jinx’s eyes practically popped out of her head and she cried out loudly.
Ekko wasted no time and immediately began pounding into her with long, powerful thrusts. Jinx cried out each time his hips met hers as he let out a groan of his own, her whole-body jerking with the force of his thrusts, nearly causing them to slide across the floor. Her legs hung in the air on either side of him, rocking in time with his hip motions.
Jinx gasped and moaned beneath him as Ekko panted above her. Her hands seized his biceps, holding on tightly as she met each of his thrusts, twisting and turning her head in ecstasy. For some reason, as Ekko watched her face twist with pleasure, he began to grow angry. That anger grew rapidly and continued to grow, and he became more aggressive, thrusting against her harder and more forcefully. At first he wasn’t sure what the source of his anger was, but when he heard his name slip past her lips, it suddenly clicked.
He was angry with her. He was angry that she had chosen the path she did and had ended up as his enemy. He understood that trauma and madness had helped shape her, but she didn’t need to embrace becoming a psychotic murderer. She didn’t have to turn to Silco of all people. There were still those who had cared about her. He had cared about her; he could have helped her and been there for her in her time of need. But instead, she had opted to go down a dark path, lashing out at the world around her in her pain.
And it absolutely infuriated him. Things could have been so different. Right now, he was getting a taste of how good things could have been between them, of what they could have had, what they could have been together. And not just with them, but of all the good that could have been done if she had put her creative ingenuity towards something other than chaos and destruction. And in knowing how great things could have been, it enraged him beyond reason to think how she had decided to throw it all away and become Jinx instead of remaining Powder.
His anger fueled his aggression even more, and he became even rougher with her, almost borderline violent. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he began to worry that he was hurting her, but Jinx, it seemed, absolutely loved the rougher treatment, and her moans evolved into full-on cries. She released his arms to lock her hands together behind his neck. Ekko, however, reached up and grabbed her by the wrists, prying her hands off and roughly slamming them down beside her head. He kept them pinned there as he slammed into her again and again.
Jinx writhed underneath him, both from pleasure and in an attempt to get free. He was too strong for her though, and so her hands remained pinned by her head. She compensated for this though by wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her heels together, keeping him trapped in the vice-like grip of her legs. Her heels dug into his lower back, pushing him into her with every thrust, encouraging him to go faster, harder, to really make her scream.
Ekko gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding out all his aggression into her. She met him thrust for thrust. This was by no means any form of making love, they were fucking, plain and simple. He continued to pin her arms down, and she eventually began fighting against his hold again as she continued to fuck him. When she didn’t give up this time, he relented, releasing her wrists, and her arms immediately went around him.
With his hands now free, he brought them down to grip her ass, pulling her up and into him with each thrust. This allowed him to penetrate her even deeper, and her cries grew even louder. Her nails dug deeply into his back, scratching deep grooves down it, and Ekko hissed at the stinging sensation, certain that if she hadn’t draw blood when her nails had dug into him before, she was definitely doing so now. He found he didn’t care though, and buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent.
“Shit! God! Fuck!” Jinx gasped out as he pounded into her. Grabbing the back of his hair, she gripped it so tight it hurt. “Come on, Ekko, fuck the shit out of me! Fucking destroy me!”
Any lingering restraint of control he still had snapped completely at those words. Fueled further by his approaching climax, he let go completely and began fucking out all his pain, hate, and anger into her with everything he had. He was certain he had to be hurting her now with how rough he was being, but it was what she asked for, and based on her response, she not only wanted it, she was loving it.
“Yes!” she cried out as she clawed at his back. “That’s it! God! Fuck! Give me fucking more!”
Oh, he would give her more alright. Setting her ass back down, he pried her legs off from around his waist, hooking his arm beneath one. He pulled her leg upward, bending it up her body so it was practically by her head, and drove into her at full force. Jinx clung to him tightly, still clawing at his back, her voice echoing in his ear.
He was edging now, doing all he could to hold back his release, his face screwed up in concentration. It was the only bit of control he still had over himself as he rutted animalistically into her and she took everything he gave her, giving back just as much. And then he suddenly felt her cumming once more. Her back arched despite her having his weight on top of her, and her nails dug deeper into his back than ever as her entire body grew tense.
“Oh, God, fuuuuuuuck!” she shouted, and her whole body began shaking violently.
Her teeth suddenly clamped down on his shoulder so hard he knew for a fact that she had not only broken the skin, but would leave a bruise. The pain only added to everything else and he could no longer hold back. He let out his own cry as he exploded inside her in the most intense orgasm of his life, causing him to see stars behind his eyes.
After what felt like an eternity of both of them cumming, they began to settle down. Ekko felt Jinx’s nails and teeth finally extracted from his back and shoulder, leaving a painful stinging sensation where they had been. Her limbs and head fell back to rest on the floor, and she seemed utterly spent. Ekko didn’t move though until he was sure she had taken every last drop from him before he lowered her leg and collapsed on top of her, feeling completely drained.
He could feel Jinx’s heart pounding in her chest and her heavy panting in his ear, their paces settling down into more steady rhythms. Feeling himself grow soft inside her, he forced himself to roll off her, collapsing on his back right next to her. Neither spoke, they simply laid there, staring up at the ceiling with far too many things left unsaid between them. He felt compelled to say something though after what had happened. Hell, he wasn’t even entirely sure what had happened, but it definitely felt like it needed to be addressed.
“Jinx…” he said once he found his voice.
“Don’t bother, Ekko,” she replied quickly. “It’s not like this changes anything.”
Whatever he had planned to say, and he still wasn’t sure what that had been, went out the window. As much as he wished that what she had said wasn’t true, he reluctantly admitted that it was. Because she was right, this hadn’t changed anything. They were still in the same positions as before, and them screwing each other’s brains out in a fit of animalistic rutting didn’t change the fact that they were still enemies. Her loyalty was still towards Silco and chaos, and his was still towards Zaun and his cause. Having the most mind-blowing sex imaginable wouldn’t negate any of that.
A humorless chuckle escaped him, his despair mixing with the breathy sound. “You know, I used to really like you,” he told her, letting some of the anguish he felt seep into his voice. “I had a crush, until you started talking to the gun.”
Next to him, she let out her own humorless chuckle. “What’s the matter, Little Man?” she said, somewhat tauntingly. “You really jealous of a gun?”
“I thought you said you couldn’t call me that anymore,” he replied, still looking up at the ceiling.
A light snort escaped her. “That’s for sure.” She let out a sigh, and a few moments later, she spoke again. “The Boy Savior, always trying to save everyone.” She closed her eyes and fell silent for a few more moments, and when she spoke next, she almost sounded sad and regretful. “Funny how you never tried to save me.”
Her words surprised him and he turned to look at her. What was she talking about? He had tried to save her before. After she had been taken by Silco, he had eventually tracked her down to rescue her. Only by the time he had found her, it was too late. She was no longer the Powder he once knew. She had become Jinx, and she had refused to go with him, telling him that she didn’t want to be rescued. What more, she had even attacked him and those he had brought with him. He knew that Silco was using her to do his dirty work, but he hadn’t fully believed that she had truly joined him. Not really. He just couldn’t imagine the sweet, fun-loving Powder willingly being that man’s pawn.
But after that day, he had lost all hope in her. It was why he had added her to his mural of those they had lost. Because Powder was gone, and all that was left was Jinx. Seeing her face up on that wall helped remind him of that, so he would never forget who he was really dealing with whenever their paths crossed. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to save her, it was that she had refused to be saved.
That thought suddenly had reality hit him like a ton of bricks as a realization came over him. He may have tried to save her from Silco, but that hadn’t been what she had needed. What she had really needed was to be saved from herself. When she had refused to go along with him, he had just given up on her instead of trying to save her the way she had truly needed to be saved.
This realization suddenly caused him to see her in a new light. A feeling of guilt cut into him as he acknowledged that he hadn’t tried to save her. After she had gone over to Silco’s side and he had held out hope for so long that she might come back, that Powder was still in there somewhere, when she had refused to do so, had even fought him on it, he had lost all faith in her. He gave up on her instead of trying to turn her away from the darkness. He hadn’t even thought that she actually wanted to be saved after she had refused to go with him. It had certainly seemed like it anyway.
Had that been a lie, even to herself? Had a part of her, the part was still Powder, still wanted to be saved? Was that part of the reason why when she had called him the Boy Savior that she had done so with such mockery and disdain, because he had never tried to save her the way she needed to be saved? Did Vi still see that part of her sister in her somewhere? Had she managed to see something that he hadn’t?
“Jinx…” he said quietly, still not sure what to say.
She turned over onto her side, facing away from him, and reached for her clothes. “It doesn’t matter. This was just some last bit of fun before the end. You and I have always been a timebomb, Ekko, and now it’s time for us go out with a bang.”
He sat up and reached for her. “Jinx.”
He grasped her arm and pulled her back. She rolled over onto her back once more, and he saw that she had something in her hand. With and sad smile, she pulled the pin on it and let it roll out of her palm. Ekko’s gaze moved to it as it began chattering, and his eyes widened as he recognized it as one of her chomper grenades. She hadn’t been reaching for her clothes, she had been going for one of her bombs!
With a gasp, he reacted on pure survival instinct, his hand shooting out to smack the bomb away from them. It didn’t go over the side of the bridge as he intended though. Not clearing the wall, it bounced off it and rolled across the ground, still too close to them. With nothing else to be done, he ducked for cover, leaping as far away from it as he could. His mind briefly shot to Jinx still laying there, even closer to the bomb than he was, but there was nothing he could do for her. And she had been the one to activate it, fully intending to blow them both up. He knew he couldn’t save her, not this time, and the guilt once again stabbed at him. He hadn’t saved her before, and he couldn’t save her this time either.
The bomb went off, catching both of them in its blast. Ekko flew through the air, landing… somewhere. He didn’t know where he ended up, and the impact of the crash knocked him out. His last conscious thought before everything went dark was that if he ever had a chance to save Jinx again, be it from herself or from blowing them up, he would.
THE END

(A/N: Yeah, I know, kind of short for one of my lemon stories, but it's all I've got, and it's also part of the reason why I had put off writing it until now, because I was waiting to come up with more, but never did. For those of you paying attention to more than just the lemony goodness, you may have noticed that I snuck one of Ekko's famous quotes to Jinx in there from the game that was never put into the show, and her response to it. I just couldn't resist, it was too good of a line to not use, nor could I resist slipping in a bit of meta-humor by having Jinx indirectly referencing their ship name of TimeBomb. I also included a deleted scene that never made it into the show of Ekko trying to rescue Jinx from Silco and her refusing to go with him. I thought including that would play up the drama of her mockery in calling him the Boy Savior. Speaking of which, based on how this story played out, it's going to make Silco finding Jinx injured on the bridge pretty awkward now. But that's going to bring this story to a close. If you want another Arcane lemon story though, I wrote another one between Caitlyn and Vi a couple years ago, so you can check that one out too if you're interested. Until next time though, thanks for reading.)
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