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Viktor still insisted on going to hardcore shows, even into his late thirties. Jayce originally accompanied him just to make sure he had a designated driver, as well as someone to keep the creeps away. His husband was gorgeous, and could handle himself, but Jayce wanted everyone to know that Viktor was his. So he was a little possessive. Sue him for that.
Eventually Jayce came around to the music too and was excited to go for a new reason, the possessiveness taking a back seat but behind the driver so he could still grab the wheel at any time.
He still had an important job to do because Viktor loved mosh pits. He was smart enough to know that it wasn't safe for him to dive into one, but he insisted on standing at the edge to watch. It was Jayce's job to make sure that, if someone swung wide into the edge of the circle, his husband didn't get knocked to the ground.
That's how he ended up here: grinding on his husband in an underground club like a twenty something while surrounded by dozens of other sweaty bodies. He couldn't tell if it was the atmosphere, the couple of drinks he had, or the man in front of him, but he was absurdly horny.
He was certainly blaming all of the above for the way his hands kept wrapping to Viktor's front, riding up his already cropped shirt and massaging the scars on his chest, slowly making his way to his nipples before Jayce was pushed back down to his waist. Or the way his thumbs kept dipping into Viktor's perfectly exposed hip bones, just under his waistband, almost close enough to feel the rough, dark curls on his fingertips before he was swatted away.
They were well past the days of Jayce sneakily fingering Viktor on the dance floor, but a man can dream.
Jayce was pulled abruptly out of his fantasies by the sudden snap back of Viktor's head against his shoulder and his full weight against him. When Jayce turned to look at his face, Viktor was laughing. And crying. And bleeding a lot. Jayce ushered them both out of the crowd.
"Like I haven't bled enough this week," Viktor said, muffled by the hand holding his nose and mouth. Blood still dripped through, stark against the milky whiteness of his slim fingers. With Viktor's eyes still watery from leftover tears and his cheeks pulled up in a hidden, delirious grin, Jayce couldn't help but find him insanely hot.
Miraculously, there was no line to the single restroom in the club, as most people were on the floor dancing or throwing elbows or both. Jayce kept a hand on the small of Viktor's back as he shuffled them both inside the room. It contained a single toilet and sink, and was covered floor to ceiling in black concrete containing plenty of graffiti.
Immediately he flipped Viktor around, pinned him to the door, and ripped his hand away from his face to kiss him. If what he did could be called a kiss, because he went at Viktor's face tongue first. The coppery smell and taste of his husband's blood, the feeling of Viktor's body against him, and the pent up physicality of the entire night filled his head like cotton, and soon nothing else existed beyond this bathroom. Viktor moaned and whimpered beneath him as Jayce licked at every spot of red on his face. He took Viktor's fingers into his mouth and sucked the blood from each one individually, even licking his palm to get the last few drops.
He was only brought back down to Earth by the sudden shift of the door beneath Viktor and its handle jiggling in his periphery. In one forceful motion, Jayce slammed both of their bodies against the door, Viktor barking an expletive, and turned the lock.
"Hey man! I have to piss!"
"Ocupado!" Jayce called out. Viktor snickered into his neck and started sucking a bruise there. A growl from somewhere deep in Jayce's chest escaped him, and he wrapped Viktor's legs around his waist, cupping his ass and almost completely encircling his thighs with his hands.
"Fuck you, dude!"
Jayce didn't care. He couldn't care less about anything that wasn't lapping up Viktor's blood and making him come.
He felt the pulse of the next song outside in his core, and pushed forward to it, rutting up against Viktor with his forehead against the door. The force of his fingers kneading into his husband's thighs would definitely leave bruises, the type of bruises that he'd flaunt around the house tomorrow wearing nothing but Jayce's t-shirt. Maybe even the one he was wearing tonight, soaked in sweat and now even a little bit of blood. He'd act grossed out by the smell but secretly pull the collar up to his nose when he thinks he's alone. He's just as into these things as Jayce is, no matter how much he likes to pretend he's not.
But it's all a part of their game.
Viktor pretends he is an innocent man, an academic, and a sexless one at that. He goes to his teaching job at the university in his turtlenecks or argyle sweaters and slacks. He stands at the whiteboard and drones about the ethics of robotic engineering to STEM majors who liked to say the class was unnecessary or boring. Then he comes home to Jayce giving him a kiss on the cheek. He’s making dinner, already done with work for the day. They talk about their day at the table, Viktor washes the dishes, and then Jayce fucks him into the mattress until they both pass out.
Professor Viktor, his best friend, his husband, his lover, squirmed beneath him as Jayce worked his hand beneath the tight, belted waistband of Viktor's jeans. Coarse, dark curls met his fingers, and he heard a hitch in Viktor's breath as his finger dipped down into the soaking slit between his legs.
"Jayce," Viktor whispered in a familiar, needy tone. "I'm- fuck -" He groaned and his head fell back against the door, blood from his nose running down the side of his face. Jayce leaned forward to follow the trails with his tongue as he effortlessly pushed two fingers into Viktor at once. His back arched against the door, and a weak whimper escaped him.
"I know, I know." He recognized the tacky feeling on his skin, and Jayce met his husband's gaze as he pushed two blood soaked fingers into his own mouth. Viktor hissed. He popped the two fingers out of his mouth with an exaggerated, wet smack. "Baby, you taste so good." Jayce inhaled sharply and crashed their lips together, the taste of Viktor so potent he felt high on it.
Jayce finally pulled away from the door with Viktor's arms wrapped around his neck, legs still around his waist, and deposited him in front of the sink. They kissed again, violent and unrelenting.
"Pants off." Jayce hissed as Viktor pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He turned his husband around to face the sink and watched him deftly undo his belt buckle and fly with slender, fast fingers. Unable to stop himself, he pulled his cock out of his unbuttoned jeans and pushed Viktor against the sink more, grinding against his ass and pulling his shirt up to look at his nipples in the filthy mirror.
"You're making this nearly impossible, Jayce," Viktor laughed, but still managed to push his pants and underwear down. Almost immediately, Jayce dropped to his knees. Face to face with Viktor's cunt, dripping in blood and slick, he felt his mouth water. "Get a move on, Talis."
He dove into Viktor's heat with a fury, moaning against the plushness of his lips and spreading him open more with hands on his ass. He pushed his tongue inside and felt a warm gushing on his face. The metallic smell and taste only made him hungrier as he dug into his husband's cunt with his tongue. He buried his nose in it to make his way down to Viktor's cock. His legs shook like they could give out at any moment, but Jayce still pulled the swollen bud into his mouth and let Viktor's thighs squeeze around his head.
He pushed two fingers in again with no resistance. With his cock being worked over and his hole being filled with Jayce's thick, curling, pumping digits, Viktor was close, and Jayce could tell by the sounds he made and the way he shook around him. He thrust a third finger inside, curled them up and around, and licked at Viktor's pulsing clit until he was falling apart around him.
Jayce stood quickly, pulled out his fingers, and replaced them with his cock while Viktor was still coming. Their eyes met, Viktor's slightly drunk and fucked out expression decorated in dried blood and mirror graffiti, his breath fogging up the glass, as Jayce immediately set a driving pace, urgently chasing his own release.
He splayed his hand against Viktor's back and eyed the rivets down his arching spine to where they met the space between his fingers. They were crimson, and even his gold wedding band was soaked in Viktor's blood and slick. His eyes continued their course, travelling down his husband's back as he buried his cock in him. Jayce pulled the hem of his black t-shirt into his teeth to watch his strokes come to a lazy drag. It was hypnotic, the way Viktor was perfectly stretched around his cock, like he was meant to be there, like their bodies were built for one another. The fabric tasted like salty sweat and chemical cologne that had been applied hours ago but still clung to the shirt, all mixed with the coppery and sweet taste of Viktor. Ambrosia.
Jayce felt Viktor's legs buckling beneath him and he lifted the weaker one up to his waist. His fingers dug into his husband's thigh as he pounded into him with increasingly erratic thrusts of his hips. And then Viktor met his gaze in the mirror and smiled. His orgasm crashed into him, a tidal wave of pleasure punctuated with his own guttural, muffled groans as he grinded the shirt between his teeth.
When he finally pulled out, he staggered back, still holding Viktor's hips, and collapsed onto the closed toilet lid. He banged the back of his head against the concrete wall and jolted forward again, a hiss of sharp pain interrupting his heavy attempts to catch his breath.
"You better clean up and get us out of here," Viktor gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, streaked with blood and sweat, before shoving him aside so he could actually use the toilet. "If we get banned from another club that I like because of this..."
"Nah," Jayce went back to the sink to quickly splash his bloody face with water. "We'll be fine." When he felt sufficiently clean, he wet a brown paper towel and turned to wipe the dried blood from Viktor's face.
"Is this how you imagined married life? Sitting in front of me and, eh, washing my face while I pee?"
"You know it, babe."
"Ew, Jayce. You know I hate that."
"Consuming your blood, good. Calling you babe, bad." Jayce chuckled and tossed the paper towel into the nearby wastebasket.
"Exactly, you are so smart," Viktor stood, pulled his pants up, and limped over to the sink. Jayce went to retrieve his cane, which was still lying on the floor by the bathroom's entrance, where it had fallen when he pushed Viktor into the door. "Am I good?" Viktor flicked water off of his hands and turned in a circle in front of Jayce.
There was the tiniest finger smear of blood on his back from where Jayce’s hand was, just barely peeking out from the hem of his cropped shirt, nothing anyone who wasn't looking would notice in the low club lighting.
"All good!" Jayce put two thumbs up and glanced for a last time in the mirror, noticing a singular, similar smudge barely visible beneath the hair on his jaw. Whoops. What a shame.
They shuffled out of the bathroom, and past a line of angry patrons, and made their way back to the bar area.
"Hey, buddy!"
A thin, pale girl with cropped blue and pink hair waved over at them from the nearest stool. She'd been watching in their direction, like she was waiting for them.
"Hey, I'm sorry about your nose, man. Threw my elbow a little too high. Can I buy you a drink to make it up to you?"
Viktor looked at Jayce, who shrugged.
"Two drinks," Viktor slid up to the bar next to her. "And maybe I'll forgive you for ruining my night." He made sure his tone dripped with the appropriate amount of sarcasm for her to know he wasn't serious. She laughed and signaled to the barman. Jayce stood behind Viktor, running a hand up his back and kissing his cheek before moving his lips to his ear.
"I'm not done with you. But you'll need to rest your legs before we head home for the night, so take your time."
Viktor looked at him, eyes wide with nervous excitement, as Jayce pulled out his cell phone to call an Uber.