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Viktor and Jayce are partners, of course.
Wherever Jayce goes, Viktor follows suit. Like a shadow that Jayce himself drags behind him. This wouldn't be out of the ordinary for a pair of mates. However, Jayce was an Alpha, a very sought after one at that.
The golden boy of Piltover, tall and broad-chested, preening with pride in a way that intimidates even the average Alpha. Especially now, with his recently attained position as a councilor. Charming, boyish laughter with flashing sharp teeth, ripe for sinking into any willing Omega’s neck. Strong pheromones of volcanic ash mixing pleasant notes of mahogany and lavender permeating through every room he enters, unbothered by scent blockers. Why would he? He's the textbook image of an archetype Alpha who's never had to question his role in society, bestowed upon him from the day he presented. That is, until you spoke to him. Equal parts of dorky charm and easy arrogance.
Except when it comes to his partner.
Not much is known about Viktor, even his secondary gender shrouded in mystery. He presents himself as reserved and humble, content to stay out of the spotlight until Jayce kindly reminds them of his presence; he prefers it that way, despite having to sacrifice his contributions being attributed to Hextech's success.
Yet despite his efforts to stay out of the public's scrutiny, his name stays a topic of constant gossip. Many assume him to be a Beta. The clear lack of sickly sweet scent, pink plump skin and soft features people associate with Omegas; Viktor instead was all angular, sharp edges. In private, he's lovely, polite and doe-eyed, rarely would people dare to approach him. Jayce was never far away.
It was crystal clear: a disabled Zaunite paraded beside an affluent Alpha like some indulgent accessory? What other purpose would a Beta of Viktor's background have.
Jayce treated him like a stress toy, hands always finding his body. Fleeting touches on his back turns into a possessive grip around his waist, a broad hand comfortingly stroking a thin thigh, deathly glares at other Alphas with an arm slung around his shoulder. Viktor allows it all, meekly accepts it and leans into the touch, placing all his trust into Jayce.
Alphas are instinctively territorial over their belongings. Family, friends, lovers, marked property. It was natural to assume that Viktor is Jayce's.
And Viktor reeked of Jayce.
“Are you coming to the student showcase?” Jayce turns to Viktor in his desk chair. It's an annual event in which students of the academy showcase their best inventions. As Hextech's inventors and Piltover's top scientists, Jayce and Viktor's presence is always appreciated. And, in turn, they appreciate the brilliant young minds as well.
“Actually, I was wondering whether it's fine to miss it.” Viktor fiddles with a cog with one hand, twirling a stray strand of hair in the other, unfocused on the task at hand. In fact, he's been unfocused all day.
Viktor prides himself in a proper, neat appearance. Jayce almost envied how he carried himself so effortlessly when they first met. Tailored vests, a neatly tied tie, sleek hair, trimmed fingernails. He was the spitting image of elegance. In comparison, Jayce had felt like a scraggly pup at 25, with dreams far too big for anybody to understand.
Back then, he was bewitched by Viktor's mind and the sway of his hips. Only the soft tap of his cane managed to reel his mind out of the gutter. Most things stayed the same—Viktor's hair is a little messier, the shadows under his eyes darker, his frame smaller—yet Jayce's feelings haven't changed. Today, though, is different.
Jayce notices the way he hadn't actually made any progress on the blueprints, or how the hair on his nape, which Jayce knows is softer there, curls more tightly today than usual. Like a puffed up cat.
Cute.
“Is something wrong?” Jayce's eyebrows twist in concern. Viktor usually likes to attend the showcase, mentioning how it makes him feel nostalgic for a simpler time. But Jayce suspects that's not what's actually wrong here.
“No, no, it's just- there's a special edition of... a pastry they're selling in the bakery down the street. I wanted to try to grab one.” Viktor blushes a little, a lovely red spreading on his cheeks as he stumbles over his words from how such insignificant things as confections matter to him enough to skip an event.
Jayce sits up abruptly, the chair scraping on the floor. “I'll come with you!”
Viktor's eyes widen a little, clearly taken aback. “No eh- I'll be fine Jayce, you're needed at the showcase.”
Jayce knows he can be overbearing. There are simply many things about Viktor that just make him want to stay close. Like his irresistible scent, lingering in every crevice of the lab. It made Jayce's nose flare when he smelled it through the door. Black tea, honey, sweet milk. It's so much stronger today than the usual dulled notes.
“Viktor, you-," Jayce hesitates "Have you been feeling any different?”
He slowly but deliberately advances towards Viktor, putting a reassuring hand on Viktor's shoulder. His searing touch only serves to confirm Jayce's theory.
“No, Jayce, do I look different?” Viktor asks, sweet as ever, and smells it too, Jayce thinks.
His hands land on the desk behind Viktor, caging him in the way a wolf would a startled deer, too close for acquaintances. Jayce is always like this, all consuming of Viktor's personal space, as though he's seemingly never had even a smidgen of regard nor restraint for it. As if entitled to it. If Viktor didn't like to indulge in all those little touches, in the way Jayce provides for him by forging him a new brace, a new cane, branded in the Talis colors, marking Viktor in all those unconventional ways, Jayce would think he's violating it.
Viktor allows himself to think he belongs to Jayce. Even if being anything than lab partners is something he had never entertained. It's unfathomable Jayce would ever be interested in him as a mate. Someone like Viktor isn't suitable for that. Not for anyone.
Jayce takes the cog Viktor has been fiddling with to place on the desk. His dangerously low voice, that makes the other man instinctively press his thighs together, pulls the other man out of his stupor.
“I don't think you should go alone.” Jayce narrows his eyes, trying to leverage his authority to coax Viktor out of his decision. He knows the sort of effect he can have on Viktor. Sometimes. He's an Alpha and Viktor is an Omega after all. A naturally occurring chemical reaction. He cherishes every moment Viktor's ears turn red when Jayce raises his voice at a far too curious investor, or even Heimerdinger.
Viktor blinks a few times. “Why would that be a problem?”
Jayce suddenly wavers, glancing to the side and nervously scratching at his stubble. “It's just, there's people, Alphas…”
The Omega raises an eyebrow, smiling coyly. The air shifts.
“Yes, I'm aware of that. In fact, I'm standing in front of one right now.” He circles his index finger on Jayce's chest, and Jayce feels like his heart might burst out of it.
Viktor bites his lip, muttering, “… And I'm a Beta anyway,” as if insinuating that he's not even worthy of whatever scenario in which Viktor's autonomy is violated Jayce's sick mind is constructing right now.
Jayce opens his mouth, his prerogative to have the last word in action. Instead, he opts to characteristically pinch the bridge of his nose. It only worsens Viktor's sugary smell on his nostrils. It's dizzying.
The Omega is selling a bad lie. Jayce isn't sure if Viktor's sense of smell has been dulled by all the medication he takes, or if he simply doesn't care about Jayce's remaining sanity.
Ever since he's known Viktor, he's been using strong scent blockers that only worsen his already waning health. Every symptom he masks by attributing it to his illness; the gland fatigue, bloody noses, fainting, throwing up lack of scent, constant sick leaves that are in reality heat leaves (Jayce frequently checks the records). Destroying himself inside out so for the regard of others, to protect himself from a hypothetical threat. A threat Jayce would handle far better than the chemicals he's been pumping himself with.
He already does. The constant public touching, scenting tools in the lab, purposefully leaving his jacket on the chair just to watch it disappear when Viktor is near heat. Small secrets, he has allowed himself to keep. Viktor is his, even when he's not, and nobody questions it.
In turn, Jayce gets to reap the benefits of a Viktor that's more predisposed to relax at Jayce's own scent. To turn his big scientist brain off. To look at Jayce with a clouded gaze, lean onto his chest, sensitive from Jayce's presence, only to forget it all the next day. Jayce remembers, during the many nights he allowed himself to indulge in his fist. He can only have this because Viktor trusts him, has Jayce wrapped around his finger. To Viktor he's different. Special.
A callous assumption. Jayce is just like any other Alpha.
Jayce has known for a while, precisely because he's just like every other Alpha. He's naturally perceptive and calculated. The scent blockers worked at first, of course. As needy as Viktor had looked the night the man revealed his name in that sultry accent of his, Jayce had accepted the man's lack of smell as characteristically beta immediately. He doesn't like judging books by its cover, even when the cover is a pretty little thing. Amber foxy eyes, slim waist and long legs.
He respected Viktor's decision, until the Omega started getting careless. So comfortable around Jayce that he benignly forgets to take his suppressants, pulls all nighters right before his very irregular heat days, as if he begging for Jayce to be the one to finally breed him. To take off that burden and fill him full of pups, fulfill his purpose as an omega.
Jayce hasn't told him he knows of his little lie. Maybe he doesn't want to.
“I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, Jayce,” Viktor says matter of fact. He doesn't sound assertive, rather apprehensive. They both know it isn't always the truth.
Viktor prefers to stay out of trouble. Even when degraded in front of the entire council for his status as a Zaunite. Jayce has never understood the need to mask as a Beta. It makes him so angry seeing his partner demeaned even when he tries so hard to practically blend into the background. He lets Jayce take most of the talking for him, as Jayce knows he doesn't particularly like it. Being able to take a burden such as speaking off his partner makes his Alpha preen with pride.
“Fine," he sighs in lieu of Viktor's very displeased big eyes. He turns back to his table, suppressing a scoff.
Two can play that game.
Jayce is not a stalker.
At least, he doesn't think he is. Sure, he looks out for his best friend: monitoring his water and food intake, insisting on walking him home up to the door of his bedroom, spiking his morning tea so he could take his heat suppressants in time. He's just looking out for his Beta-stealthing-Omega friend, like any Alpha would.
He doesn't feel guilty when he waits, listening to the steps and taps of a cane fade before following Viktor down the secluded alleyway, straight to the bakery he mentioned. He watches Viktor trudge down the road as fast as he could.
Jayce rarely doubts his smithery, but sometimes he wonders whether a cane is what Viktor needs, or if there was some other way to make things easier. He had imagined himself carrying Viktor many times. He would do it all the time if Viktor asked, move him from one side of the lab to the other.
It's not that he feels pity. He knows Viktor is strong, way too stubborn to even allow himself that sort of vulnerability in front of Jayce, but he wants- he needs Viktor to depend on him. Every day, Jayce hopes Viktor would approach him with a request, tuck a stray hair behind his ear and bashfully ask to be picked up.
He creeps around the corner. Viktor looks over his shoulder before speeding up. Jayce wants to call him foolish for doing something so reckless as wandering around Piltover whilst in pre-heat, utterly careless and so out of character.
Has Jayce misunderstood? Maybe he's not the only Alpha Viktor trusts. Does he have any other Alphas he steals clothing for his nest from? Relies on to take his suppressants? Maybe even spends his heats with? He grits his teeth at the thought. Ridiculous. He's never smelled any other Alpha on Viktor, and he surely would. He likes to think Viktor isn't that kind of omega, but the idea gnaws at him. Just like Viktor naively thinks Jayce is different from other Alphas, doubt creeps up his neck.
Realistically, Viktor should be grateful it's Jayce watching him. Any other Alpha would have staked a claim on a wandering omega in pre-heat, no matter where. Without Jayce to intervene, Viktor would be forced to his knees before anyone would be bothered to look. It makes something in Jayce stir.
As if Janna herself heard Jayce's racing thoughts, he sees another man approach Viktor.
The man walks past Viktor at first. He's dressed like an ordinary Piltovian man, presumably walking home from work. He pays Viktor no mind past a quick glance at his leg, and his cane.
Then suddenly he stops. Turns around. Jayce can see almost see his eyes darken with the way he sets his sights on Viktor.
"Hey! You-"
"Uh, how may I help you?" Viktor turns to him, offering him the best customer service smile he could muster.
The man closes the gap between them in quick predatory strides. He grabs Viktor's wrist and the Omega yelps as if burned by the contact, eyes widening and body stiffening like a cornered animal.
"You- What are you doing here?" The man barks out, nose flaring.
"Let go, you're hurting me…" Viktor struggles to escape the man's grasp, trembling as the man yanks him to his chest. He buries his nose in Viktor's neck, breathing his scent in.
Viktor freezes like a deer in the headlights. The man's hand rests at the small of his back, forcing his spine to arch as his head gets tipped to bare his neck.
"You smell so good," the man rasps. "What's a pretty little Omega in heat doing alone out there?"
Jayce has to physically restrain himself from growling at the blatant violation of Viktor's boundaries as he watches the man press his front against Viktor's smaller body. It twists something ugly in him, knowing it's not him who's doing that to Viktor.
"I'm not- I-"
The man drags his tongue along Viktor's throat. Viktor tries to pry the man off, clawing at his jacket in a rush of fear until his cane is kicked away and skitters across the pavement. Viktor can barely hold himself up.
"Aw, somebody courting you?" the man coos. "I can smell him on you."
He grabs Viktor’s jaw, fingers pressing into his cheeks as his lips purse forward.
"The- guh- there is? No…" Viktor tries to shake his head but the man's grip is unforgiving. He only strains his neck. The man cruelly laughs at the effort, then pauses, sniffing the air.
"Holy shit. I recognize that smell." He laughs. "You're Talis' knothole."
Jayce has heard of the rumors. Derogatory words whispered Viktor's way in the hallways of the academy, for taking up space next to Jayce, like he's disposable, a mere accessory to Jayce's name. People approached him thinking he'd agree, laugh it off, somehow everybody underestimating Viktor's importance in Jayce's life and reaping the consequences when they'd suddenly lose their careers.
Sometimes Jayce wishes he could lock Viktor up so he could protect him from the scrutiny.
"What's with you?" The man sneers. "Isn't this your job? I'll pay you well, you know."
"Wha-" Tears well up in Viktor's eyes. "I'm not a prostitute!"
Humiliation burns across his skin, a flush spreading from his ears to his collarbones, his body betraying him no matter how much he resists, not helping his case.
"Sure you aren't. C'mon, Golden Boy won't mind-"
"That's enough."
Jayce is there in a blink, taking a hold of Viktor's free wrist that's been fruitlessly trying to pry the man away. His expression is carved from steel, cold. There's a flash of violence in his eyes that Viktor has never seen before.
"Let him go." Jayce says. "Now."
The man scoffs. "Speak of the devil."
He releases Viktor.
Without his cane and the heat pressing in, making his vision spin, his legs buckle. His knees hit the pavement with a pointed gasp.
"Viktor!"
Jayce rushes to him, concern written all over his face. Cradling him to his chest before he can collapse any further.
"Didn't think he'd be that fragile. I should've known." The assailant's voice wavers, unease bleeding through as he backs away.
"Leave."
His voice stays stern, laced with a hint of growl that makes the other Alpha tuck his metaphorical tail between his legs before vanishing.
Jayce lifts the barely conscious Viktor into his arms, noting how light and warm he is, pained expression souring his pretty face.
Without a word, he makes his way to Viktor's apartment.
Jayce knows his way around Viktor's apartment quite well. It's not the first time he's escorted him here and it certainly won't be the last.
The place is small and humble, just like Viktor. A narrow kitchen opening directly into to the even smaller living room, with a single door leading to the bedroom. Every available surface is claimed by stacks of books, some neatly piled, others abandoned mid-thought, pages marked with folded corners and scribbled notes in Viktor’s tight handwriting. Dust clings to the spines along with coffee rings overlapping one another on the desk. There's an unfinished prototype sitting amongst the clutter, wires exposed to the air. Jayce clicks his tongue at the blatant disregard for safety. Typical of Viktor.
The bed looks barely large enough for one person, let alone two. An empty glass with traces of sweet milk rests on the bedside table. It's not tidy, not dirty. A lived in space.
Jayce gently settles Viktor on the bed. He props a pillow under Viktor's head, then another one under his leg. Viktor let's out a quiet moan as he stretches, half aware.
Jayce freezes for a moment.
Viktor's lips are flushed from chewing. Jayce can't help but stare, just like he likes to stare at his lips when Viktor chews on his pen while thinking. His shirt rides up and Jayce swallows down an urge to run his hands on the soft bare skin and underneath.
Viktor is burning. Jayce can feel it through the layers of clothing as he carefully unbuttons Viktor's vest, then pops a few buttons of his shirt open. When his fingers accidentally brush over Viktor's collarbone, Viktor shudders with a hitched breath.
Jayce exhales slowly.
Viktor's heat is in full swing now. Jayce has been worked up ever since the altercation, attributing it to adrenaline, or the lingering rush of being able to play the hero, be there for Viktor to protect him.
He brings a hand up to his face to cover his nose. Suppressants can only do so much, and he has no intention of letting this turn into something he can’t control. He would rather not have to spend the rut with an escort again, none of them as lovely as Viktor.
"Nh- Jayce…" Viktor stirs a little, attempting to push himself up, the effort ending in a small whimper. Jayce hasn't left his side once.
"Shh…," Jayce murmurs, a strong steady hand guiding Viktor back. "I'll take care of you, okay, baby?"
The endearment slips out before he can stop it.
Viktor nods slowly. Tongue heavy in his mouth, he can barely get a full sentence out, ask what happened back there.
Gods, he looks wrecked. Cheeks flushed deep red, collarbones exposed where his shirt gapes open, hair damp and mussed, sticking to his forehead while the rest fans out across the pillow like a halo. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, brow pinched with a soft, helpless frown. Jayce has to look away for half a second just to steady himself. He looks fucked out already.
Jayce kneels in front of Viktor's legs, hanging off the edge. Viktor tenses at first, a flicker of panic crossing his face until Jayce meets his eyes and lets himself sink back into the blanket. He carefully unties Viktor's dress shoes, easing them off one by one. His socks are neatly held in place by garters, and it makes something warm twist in Jayce’s chest. He traces a thumb lightly around Viktor’s ankle, slow and deliberate.
"Didn't… want you to see me like this," Viktor mumbles, words slurring together. "S-shameless..."
"Mhm," Jayce hums, focused as he starts massaging Viktor's foot, pressing his thumb into the smooth curve in steady but practiced motions. It makes Viktor's eyes roll to the back of his head.
Jayce keeps his touch careful, but Viktor is hypersensitive, heat making every nerve sing. Even this has him breathing like he’s run a mile.
"Like how?" Jayce asks quietly.
"L-Like some weak Omega," Viktor manages to get out, voice breaking into a small whine.
Jayce chuckles at that. His thumbs stroke the delicate curve of Viktor's foot.
"Hahh- what's so funny?" Viktor huffs, indignant even through the haze.
"It's not like you were trying hard to hide it."
He remembers the first time he noticed.
Freshly turned twenty-seven, barely conscious as he stumbled into the lab, because that's the only place he knew his legs would take him even if half dead on his feet. Their place. It's a blur, and before he knows it, he's burying his nose in the nearest solid warm body without thinking. Breathing in that first taste of the sweet milk. Greedy hands grabbing at a waist blindly. Mumbled words, a startled yelp under him when he'd noticed his thumbs touching before having the poor thing go instantly pliant in his hands. Like putty. Unmistakably Omega.
Jayce's focus snaps back to the present, to Viktor’s foot cradled easily in his hand, small enough that Jayce’s fingers curl around it without effort; to the way Viktor’s scent thickens the closer Jayce gets, heady and overwhelming, the heat clinging heavy in the air. Jayce keeps his eyes firmly up, deliberately not looking where Viktor’s body betrays him, back arching as Jayce’s thumbs continue their steady, grounding motions.
"You know I don't care about that, Viktor," Jayce sighs. "I'm not- I'm not like them."
He lifts Viktor’s socked heel, pressing a brief, chaste kiss to it before his mouth drifts up along the line of his calf. For a moment, Jayce wishes Viktor’s trousers were gone, wishes he could feel warm skin instead of cloth, lick his sweat off and replace the harsh imprint of Viktor’s brace with something gentler. Something his. A broken moan echoes above him, sensitive enough for this to leave him undone.
Jayce regrettably pulls away, giving Viktor's thigh a reassuring squeeze before rummaging through Viktor's night stand.
Under the piles of prescription bottles for Viktor's illness, he finds the scent blockers and suppressants. The strongest kind. They're hard to come by and Jayce briefly wonders where he'd get it from. Zaun? Just thinking about Viktor shuffling down to that place alone makes him clench his jaw.
Jayce returns with the painkillers and a glass of water, sitting beside Viktor's squirming form. Gently, he nudges Viktor's plush lips open, a small hint of a fang peeking out. Jayce has to look away from Viktor's pleading gaze as he feeds him the pills, allowing his thumb to linger long enough to stroke his lower lip. A drop of water trails down his throat disappearing under his shirt.
He doesn't allow himself to follow it, nor allow himself to eye the small nubs poking out of his shirt.
Instead, he strokes Viktor's cheek, lingering on the mole under his eye.
"It'll help," Jayce says. "You'll feel better."
Viktor makes a soft, needy, sound. It's like every single touch from Jayce makes him come undone. Jayce knows he has to leave before he does something he regrets, before he becomes that man who tried to hurt Viktor.
Does he want Viktor like this?
He's told himself he does. That ugly part of him, gloating at him to tame him, claim him, press him down and make him yours. Do what Alphas must.
His mother always told him if there's something he wants, don't give up, keep pursuing, that's how his father lived. That's how Hextech was born—chasing after that dream of a better future, the dream of a cloaked figure. He catches his reflection in the mirror of Viktor's dresser and thinks, for a fleeting moment, he looks like his father for as well as his memory serves him.
It unsettles him.
He looks back at Viktor, squirming, rubbing his thighs together in a restless need, brows pinched together. This Viktor, vulnerable, unguarded, isn't something Jayce wants to take. He wants him unaffected by their biological need. His Viktor. Viktor who hides his crooked teeth when he laughs. Viktor who fusses with a cute pout for him being reckless in the forge. He wants to be needed by him.
He slips his councilor jacket off, adds it to Viktor's already pitiful nest that consists of rags. Viktor immediately curls into it with all the strength he can muster.
Jayce is ready to leave until there's pressure against his back.
An outline of ribs pressing into taunt muscle. Viktor stumbles into him, cheek nuzzling on his back, like a cat seeking warmth.
"Please, stay," Viktor whispers, laced with need, warm breath on Jayce's ear. Tempting.
He wraps his arms around Jayce, curious yet clumsy hands sliding up Jayce's pecs. It takes every piece of restraint in Jayce to not to turn around and jump Viktor's bones.
"... Don't want to spend it alone again," Viktor purrs with muffled desperation.
Fuck.
He freezes. There's a storm of conflict welling up in his head to the point he has to dig his fingers in his thigh.
Jayce lets out a trembling breath.
"Okay." He inhales once more. "Okay, come here."
He guides Viktor into his lap, hands settling firm on his thighs. Viktor melts, once again turning docile in his strong hands.
It's his turn to be greedy. His hands massage the soft flesh of his thighs before sliding down to Viktor's ass. It fits perfectly into his hands. He can't help himself and gives it a small squeeze before moving upward Viktor's back. His shirt rides up beneath Jayce's palms, warm skin meeting his touch as he scratches lightly.
Jayce lowers his head to Viktor's throat, finally allowing himself to breathe Viktor's sweet scent in. Viktor shifts restlessly against him, small sounds slipping before he can stop them. His arms wind around Jayce's shoulders when Jayce mouths at his swollen scent gland. Scenting. Easing his distress.
"It hurts, hm?" Jayce's voice comes off rougher than he expected.
He guides Viktor down, pressure at his back coaxing his spine into a curve, pressing him closer to Jayce's jarringly big thigh. Viktor gasps, hips jerking into the sensation, slow repeated movements.
Jayce clenches his jaw.
Viktor is intoxicating, he can feel his rut stirring beneath his skin, instinct clawing at control. None of this should be happening—he should have left when he had the chance, he should have let Viktor down when he pleaded, sweaty with need.
Viktor arches into him, breathless and damp. Jayce's resolve fractures. He can't help but pepper kisses over the familiar skin, following the constellation of moles he knows by heart.
His thigh grows wet beneath them even through the layers of fabric.
"Ah, fuck, you're dripping," Jayce mutters under his breath.
His grip on Viktor's waist tightens as he guides him higher up his thigh, settling him down right on his veiled erection.
Viktor whines out, "Big…," barely coherent. Every small movement sends him reeling.
"Can you feel me?" Jayce growls. "What you're doing to me?"
He rasps, "Viktor-"
The Omega nods obediently, eyes shut tight, focused on the instinctive movements of his hips on Jayce's cock. Jayce watches the way his face twists.
He wants to feel him, see what hides beneath all the layers of clothing. Too many memories of clothes that seemed a little bit too fitted, Viktor bent over a workbench, a thigh gap, tight spaces in the lab, bodies brushing against each other. So many cold showers after. Viktor had to have been toying with him on purpose.
He reaches for Viktor's waistband, fumbling with the buttons frantically and tugging Viktor out of the stubbornly tight slacks.
Viktor is wearing simple, cotton white underwear, loose and comfortable. Nothing flashy. So Viktor.
He manages to stay modest yet whorish, lewd. Part of his charm. The material is completely soaked from his slick, clinging to the outline of his folds, down to his surprisingly trimmed pubes.
Viktor's movements grow desperate, uncoordinated and chasing something he cant quite reach. His trousers hang awkwardly around the brace at his leg, forgotten entirely. Jayce's hands are grounding him at his waist. Jayce likes this side of him, when Viktor lets himself want, stops apologizing for taking up space; when he's desperate enough to succumb to his own desires. It's cute.
"Please Jayce.. ah-," Viktor breathes out.
Jayce tilts his head, mesmerized by the erratic movement of Viktor's hips. How both of his thighs equal to one of Jayce's. His lips brush against Viktor's ear, letting his scent steady him. He's fixating on the two moles on his neck, where a bruise is already blooming.
"Hey, easy there," Jayce chuckles.
"Please what?" he asks, teasing and cocky from the rush of Viktor needing him.
Viktor hesitates briefly.
"K-kiss." His cheeks flush and he pouts. Their first kiss, it would be, and he can't deny him when he asks so sweetly.
Jayce leans in, gentle at first, but Viktor is the one to turn the kiss into all teeth, clashing against each other, small bites left on their lips. There's nothing romantic about it, as he'd wish it would be.
Viktor comes from the kiss.
There's a choked off moan against Jayce's mouth, half sob, and then Viktor shudders violently. He squeaks, pressing his thighs together in an attempt to hide what happened. Jayce feels his his thigh drench.
"I'm- I'm sorry," Viktor hiccups, face hiding in Jayce's shoulder from the embarrassment.
Jayce tightens his arms around him. "No- no, you're amazing, baby, it's okay."
He presses a chaste kiss to Viktor's sweaty temple. He doesn't plan on doing much more; now is his chance to leave once again, yet he's still twitching in his pants. Every one of Viktor's small sobs has him screaming to pounce. He's a very selfish man.
Viktor shifts, nervously, then looks up at him through glassy eyes. "D-do you want…"
"Want to get me off now?" Jayce's hand come up to Viktor's cheek, thumb brushing his lip.
Viktor nods vigorously, wiggling down his lap, an unsure hand pawing at his cock, the mere contact making him bite his lip. He won't last long.
Viktor is a virgin.
It's a question Jayce pondered a shameful bit. Realistically, he assumed Viktor wasn't. The demure act could be just that, an act. The rumors get to him sometimes. And a selfish part of him wished they were wrong. He wanted to be Viktor's first in everything.
"That's okay, lie on your side." He guides Viktor gently. "Would you do that for me?"
Viktor nods dumbly. He's never been exactly good at following the rules, yet now, Jayce feels like he could let him do anything to him. It frankly scares him a little.
Viktor does as he's told, his body yielding naturally, forming a perfect space between his thighs just for Jayce. From behind, his plump pussy is visible, slick running down the inner of his legs, catching against his brace. Jayce frees Viktor out of his confines, tugging his underwear down in erratic haste. Viktor’s breath hitches sharply as cool air hits bare cunt.
Jayce unbuckles his belt with precision. He can see Viktor's ears perk up, thighs parting at the sound of the metal clacking softly.
Jayce takes his cock out of his underwear, too far gone to think about undressing himself into a comfortable state. This is meant to be all about Viktor after all.
Jayce settles behind Viktor, hands instinctively grabbing Viktor's hips in a bruising grip. Fingers dig into the soft flesh, leaving a trace of red fingerprints. He slides easily into the space Viktor made for him.
Viktor jolts at the contact, a soft sound tearing out of him as his body reacts immediately, ass twitching back against Jayce's. They fit too well.
Jayce's hands travel up to Viktor's waist, guiding him up and down his length. Slow at first, until the base is entirely coated in Viktor's glistening slick as he slides in between his folds. The tip occasionally catches onto his rim, just enough to make Viktor mewl. He babbles deliriously about how empty he's feeling, how much he needs more, needs Jayce inside now. He's never seen Viktor this chatty unless explaining a new Hextech theory, passionately going over equations with a smile and a glow he rarely sees on him nowadays. That brilliant mind being now reduced to a trembling mess, arching back into him.
Viktor begs once again, craning his neck to look at Jayce's tightly restrained expression, sweat slicking his brow. Jayce’s hands move to his chest, feeling the small nubs through fabric, twisting as his hips snap forward. Until he hears something he never thought he'd hear anything like from Viktors mouth.
"Fuck me, please."
He pleads, voice broken.
"We can't- Viktor, you don't want this."
Jayce's Alpha is sure he does, and he's sure Viktor's Omega does too. But does Viktor want it?
There's something that breaks in Viktor at that moment, rejection written all over his face. He turns around, giving Jayce a view of his backside. He's still twitching, trembling from the anticipation of his heat and Jayce's cock nudging his clit with every slight movement. Viktor's mind slips somewhere very far away, away from Jayce.
"Wait, no, Viktor, that's not what I mean."
Jayce presses his chest to Viktor's back, embracing him fully. He can't help but notice how impossibly small Viktor feels in his arms. Jayce slowly kisses up his moled back and shoulders, pouring every ounce of reassurance he can into the touch.
"I understand," Viktor sniffs, visibly shaken. Whether from the heat or Jayce's reaction, he isn't sure anymore.
"You're not yourself, Viktor," Jayce says softly, giving a light nip to Viktor's flushed ear. His hair sticks up at the back of his nape like a hedgehog.
"You don't want me," he sulks.
"No-no, fuck, no," Jayce says, trying to look over Viktor's sharp shoulder to see what he's thinking. "You don't want this. It's just your heat speaking."
Jayce knows hes being patronizing—it's hard not to fuss over Viktor's well-being. The situation from earlier has shown Jayce he can't take care of himself as well as Jayce does.
"But I- all this time-"
"What?"
Jayce stills, gears turning as he connects the dots together, processes the newfound information.
"Oh." A slow smirk tugs at his lips, tone laced with mischief. "So you were seducing me?"
Viktor stays quiet.
"Oh."
Ohhh.
Jayce’s cock throbs between Viktor’s thighs at that. The Omega squeaks, and before he knows it, the subtle, slow motions of Jayce’s hips turn into something uncontrolled. It’s like the last thread of sanity snaps, and suddenly the room is filled with the slap of skin against skin, Jayce driving between Viktor’s folds as if he were already inside.
“So you were teasing me on purpose?” Jayce snarls into Viktor’s ear, gnawing at the shell hard enough you’d think he’d draw blood. “Put yourself in danger so I’d fuck you?”
“It was not—oh—mh… ah! I miscalculated!” Viktor cries, shaking his head, denying what's so obvious in front of him.
Every thrust punches little moans out of Viktor. He tries to keep quiet, biting his lips until he's drawing blood, eyebrows tightly knitted together.
"But you didn't stop me," Jayce presses. "Did you enjoy toying with me?"
"Nononono- Jayce! Pleaseplease," Viktor yowls deliriously in return.
"Fuck it-," He groans out. "Since you wanted this-"
Jayce slips inside. Viktor's sopping wet warmth makes the slide devastatingly easy despite the tight grip of Viktor's unprepared virgin pussy. Jayce bottoms out with a long, choked moan, and Viktor opens for him so beautifully. There's no comparable feeling to the pull of an Omega's heat around you. Soft velvety walls cling as Jayce bullies his way inside with gritted teeth.
"Gods," he breathes. "You're so tight."
"Ah! Yes…!"
Jayce’s jaw tightens. His grip on Viktor snaps into something punishing, arms locking around him and hauling him flush against his chest, hips pinned in place. Sharp thrusts reverberate through the room as he pulls Viktor back, forcing his spine to bow against Jayce’s chest, helpless under the weight of him. The tip of his cock kisses Viktor’s cervix with every slow slide, dragging along his sensitive, slick buttery insides, only to be pulled back in greedily. The omega spasms in his hold, eyes rolling back, breath catching as Jayce’s grip tightens.
"I'll- I'll make you my little wife- Yeah?" He rasps out. "Show the Council- everybody they're right."
His voice drops, possessive and raw.
"You're mine, my perfect omega."
Jayce pistons his hips in a relentless pace. Viktor feels like a furnace against his skin, his back drenched in sweat. He can only babble "pleasepleaseplease," begging Jayce to stop, that it's too much, then plead for more in the next breath.
"Can I knot you? Shit- 'm gonna knock you up. Don't have to worry about those suppressants anymore." His heart is pounding, he can't believe how easily Viktor bends to him, he's perfect."You're so good, haah- good boy."
Viktor's warm cunt flutters around every word, praise going straight to his head, enough to make him break down sobbing. He swallows each promise, nodding at them, something deep in his core responding with a satisfied purr, his Omega soothed by the way Jayce fills him up so completely. His thoughts dissolve into a single chant knotknotknot, utterly cock-drunk.
He could get used to this. No Hextech, no Council, just Jayce, holding him in strong arms, taking him apart from the inside, sheer girth reducing him to something mindless and docile. He understands now, his scent gland pulsing insistently.
He doesn't mean to taunt Jayce into fucking him harder. The rational part of him screams to stop, he can smell the edge of Jayce's rut, but he can't help pushing back into Jayce, desperate for more contact. Drool spills onto the pillow as he feels something swell inside him, stretching him impossibly wide. For a brief panicked second he thinks he can't take it, that he'll die.
He shouts at the pain, base catching on his sensitive rim, trying to pull away until Jayce slams his hips back in, striking that sweet spot. Viktor paws at Jayce's bicep still pinned tightly against his chest, nails sure to leave claw marks. He's knows he'll bruise where Jayce is ramming inside him.
His thighs quiver from anticipation. He wants to be good for Jayce, he wants to take what Jayce gives him. Even if this might not mean anything tomorrow.
"It's-it's going to pop," Jayce grunts. "Viktor-"
Before he knows it, he's angling his neck to the side, presenting his throat for Jayce to bite into and claim him. He feels Jayce's breath on his gland, sharp canines grazing it with every roll of his hips. Viktor reaches back blindly, hooking an arm around Jayce’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair to urging him closer. His other hand on his belly, pressing down right on the bulge that's forming there. It nearly sends Jayce reeling, emphasizing it with a particularly forceful drive of his hips.
Suddenly Viktor thrashes around, vision bleaching white, little stars swimming before his eyes. He hears himself make noises unlike himself. Wailing cries tearing from his sore throat as his brain dissolves into liquid. Slick pools at his thighs, soiling the sheets beneath him. Jayce doesn't stop his administrations. Grumbled praise echoing in his now empty skull. He feels his cervix being breached each time Jayce shifts the angle. It hurts, it burns. But it's a good burn.
By the time Viktor thinks he has recovered, Jayce is spilling inside him. Warm release fills his womb, painting his insides white. Sharp canines sink into his shoulder and he's coming again.
"LoveyouIloveyou- Jayce!" He hears himself scream, scream declarations of love, slurred together in a frantic rush before blacking out.
Everything after that is a blur. Tender touches trail across his skin, his sides, thighs, his cunt sore and aching. Big fingers working inside him, scooping out their mixed release. Mumbled wishes of wanting to have his mouth on him, if Viktor weren't out of it. Then he's being gathered in those strong arms again, feeling like he’s floating, handled with the same care one would give a newborn fawn.
When he comes to, he's in the water. His bathtub to be precise. The same sculpted frame pressed against his back, this time tenderly massaging his sides while humming. The water soothes his aching muscles, especially his leg, tendons slowly unraveling in the warmth. He's flushed to the ears, whether from the heat or their proximity. The irony of blushing like a prude after having been knotted isn't lost on him.
Summoning courage, he turns his head, stealing a shy glance at Jayce.
"Oh? Is my baby back?" Jayce chuckles, pressing a kiss to the back of Viktor's wet hair.
"Jayce… I-"
"You passed out. When I tried to get you back, you only stared at me with this lopsided grin."
Jayce is mocking him, ridiculing every shred of dignity Viktor has left, utterly preposterous. They're mated now; he feels the throbbing mark on his nape. Jayce gnawed so hard he thought he might've actually bitten a chunk off Viktor. Memories slowly flood back, he presses into the bruises on his hips, cervix throbbing with every breath he takes, pussy clenching, gaping around nothing but water, a small sound escapes him at that. Jayce starts licking at his mark, soothing the imprint.
Panic sets in. Suddenly he feels awfully exposed. Arms fly up to cover himself, curling inward. This is wrong, they shouldn't be mated. Jayce deserves a proper Omega, someone unbroken, not trapped in a body slowly eating itself away. What will the Council think? The investors? Jayce Talis, mated to a crippled Zaunite—a career ending scandal.
"Jayce-", he inhales. "I'm sure we can get this sorted out. T-There's doctors who perform surgeries to remove mate marks. Let's just-"
He tries to stand up, water making everything so slippery. He doesn't go far with Jayce yanking on his ankle, water splashing outside the tub as he's pulled into Jayce's chest.
"Viktor, Viktor." Jayce cradles his face. "Calm down. What are you talking about?"
"The bite." He turns back to Jayce, brushing his hair forward. "It was an accident."
"No?" Jayce scoffs "Why would you think that?"
"You should have left."
"You begged me to stay."
"We weren't ourselves."
"You told me you loved me, Viktor."
Viktor stills.
"I do too, didn't you hear?"
Viktor blushes again. No, embarrassingly enough, he didn't, way too fucked out to catch it.
"I've wanted this for a while."
He didn't want to admit it to himself, rejecting the possibility of the assailant being right. Jayce courting him, all the touches, the scenting. The rumors. Oh, gods, the rumors. Unrelenting, cruel, yet there was a smidgen of truth to them. Viktor let himself indulge. At first, thinking it's just what Alphas do—protect their own and Viktor was instinctively responding. But he supposed it was undeniable.
He exhales, recollecting himself. Perhaps he could let himself try. He does love Jayce. He had tried, in inconvenient ways, to get his attention. What’s done is done, and he’d be lying if he said sex with Jayce wasn’t the best he’d ever felt, or that he wouldn’t miss it if it stopped. He’d miss Jayce. His mate. Oh gods, Jayce is his mate.
A storm brews in his mind. He’s been quiet too long. Jayce grows restless, kissing down his spine while giving him space. For a brief moment, clarity hits.
“Wait… Is that why my underwear has been going missing?”