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It was late, in the laboratory of Piltover. Sky had been dismissed, so it was just Jayce and Viktor- Still at work no matter the schedule.
While Jayce was paying attention to the small bits and screws, Viktor took a step back. To stretch, to breathe, to readjust. His back had pained him down to his leg, and to have that permanent pain is a curse.
So what would any person in pain do?
Take drugs. Anything, to ease it. To softly numb that loud hum.
So Viktor dug into his pocket, revealing a tiny case of copper. It clicks open, revealing drugs disguised as sweets. He takes one to his mouth, and frustratingly chews. He closes the tin, putting it back into his pocket and getting back to work beside Jayce.
30 minutes pass, and Viktor is staring at the hexcore with his goggles on. He zones out, then hones in, then out again. He's silent. Jayce looks over.
".... Are you alright, Viktor?" He asked, but didn't pause the assessments.
".... I'm fine," Viktor replied, his throat dry as his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. "Nothing serious. I did something bad."
Jayce stopped.
" What did you do. "
" Nothing, nothing... Just... " He opens his mouth, then hesitates.
"I need to stop opening up. It'll be too much for you."
Viktor then felt a gentle, heavy hand on his lap. Not in a romantic way, but caring.
"If you ask me to, then I ask you to do the same."
Viktor's words slurred as he spoke, or rather wisely mumbled.
"I will... I will trhhh. I will try."
"Promise it."
Viktor, looking at Jayce's hand, now looked at his face.
"Jayce. Ask me to promise it officially like... " He licked his chap lips. "when I'm not using something to sedate my brain so I lessen the extreme urge to kill myself."
He said accidentally too much- but the right amount at the same time. Jayce's eyes widened, then immediately took his hand off Viktor's thigh.
"Right! Yes- Let's not... I... I did not realize you were drugged."
Jayce's ears flush with embarrassment. But Viktor's eyes were not on him. Again, it was Jayce's hand. How it looks soft, but his palm had callouses and scars that you can only see up close. And yet, Viktor knew each one intimately.
He takes off the goggles, setting them on the worktable on the left of both of them. Viktor's eyes slowly meet Jayce. His hands, arms, chest, then face. With a subtle squint, he focuses on his eyes.
He licks his lips once again, then speaks.
"Is my grammar that improper to the point that I sound completely the same?" He mentions, quirking a brow.
"No, not that. I'm just blind- And tired."
" Is it the fact that I- oh. "
Viktor stops himself, twiddling with his thumbs.
"No." Jayce uttered, taking Viktor's soft hands into his rough ones. "Continue what you were saying."
Viktor smiled a bit at that. He clears his throat, then talks again.
"Is it the fact that I do it so commonly now?"
"... Yeah kinda," Jayce rubs the back of his neck. " I forget that you do it because it seems normal and habitual."
His smile leaves, turning into a frown.
"Oh- I'm sorry. That's not normal–” He starts to talk fast. "Oh god, I'm horrible."
Jayce holds him down. "It's fine. Breathe."
Viktor takes a deep breath, in and out. He can feel his lungs touching his ribs. "I am so sorry. "
"Why are you sorry?" Jayce asked in a quiet tone, his hands trailing down Viktor's shoulders to hold his hands. "Give me a defensible reason."
"This is bad and unhealthy, isn't it?"
"You don't abuse them, you use them when you are in pain, psychological or physical. So no, it's not." Jayce goes to say something else, but stops and closes his mouth.
"No. Speak." Viktor says, urging Jayce to talk more. He squeezes his hands, and Jayce lightly squeezed back.
"The simplest reasoning is, will it hurt you if not used? Yes? Then it's fine. Dude. I don't care, I've done it also." He retracts his statement quickly. " Accidentally yes, but I don't hold them. I believe in moderation. As long as you won't get addicted, I believe most things are fine. "
Viktor nods in understanding. Then slowly, he shifts his position so his chin is resting on his elbows, that sit on his knees.
"So if you were required to mutilate a man just to put me out of pain for the slightest bit, a temporary ease just to make me feel less pain for a moment- Would you? “
Jayce's eyes widened in surprise.
"Viktor, that is taking it to an extreme and non defensible. " He stands up. " You are trying to find stupid flaws to make yourself feel bad, again. " Jayce moves away, trying to process that question.
He stops, and turns. "I won't let you."
Viktor sits upright again, then crosses a leg.
"Just hypothetically then. I'm not finding it a flaw, no." He shook his head.
"I'm finding a hypothetical situation, mapping my way through it. "
Jayce hesitates.
"Do I know the person or not?"
"It could be anyone."
" ... Will anyone know except me?"
" Only you and I. "
Viktor then shrugs. " And God. "
"Will you judge me for it?" He asks sincerely, turning only his head away to brace for rejection.
"No."
Jayce's breath of relief is almost like a confession.
"Are there any specific things about the person- Just completely random?" He asks.
"Why get into the specifics of the person? You kill them, you relieve me a sliver of this constant pain. There should be an obvious answer."
Jayce then received a side eye. "But of course, you are not an obvious person. " Viktor mutters, then looks away.
Jayce decides to walk back over.
" You said mutilate, there's a difference."
Viktor's face shifted for a moment, then into a smirk. He didn't dare interrupt now.
"Following especially what you said: Yes, an autopsy counts as mutilation due to the breaking and cutting required in the human body. Since you said it can be anyone, taking in the average person, the average person is dead- and has been dead for at least 100 years."
Viktor blinks, processes, then closes his legs a bit tighter. He opens his mouth, closes it, then licks his lips before he talks.
"... I find it sexual that you have your quips. When you pick up my word choices."
Jayce's face shifted completely.
"When I use the wrong ones. That, I see you care. And it already shows your answer. "
" You would. " His lips curl into a content, lustful smile.
Jayce is now in front of Viktor, his breath picking up pace the slightest bit to where no one would know, but they both did. The tension in the room was starting to thicken.
"I don't like hurting people." Jayce starts. "But if it is to relieve the pain of someone else, I would do it in a heartbeat. " To meet his gaze, he kneels down to meet Viktor's golden eyes. Brown in the dark, but golden as ever in the light. Jayce dreams of the day he can bask Viktor in light and care and see the way love feels with his flesh by his. See him dance, not with metal keeping him upright. That is what he wants more than being a councilor. More than anything.
Viktor cups Jayce's face, and watches how Jayce leans into his touch.
"And I admire that." He says softly. "I love that about you." Viktor says, his tone now soothing.
"Would you?" Jayce breathes out, and Viktor breathes in and holds it.
He thinks about it.
"I.....I suppose I would, if we're still talking hypothetically. You never really actually know. You say yes today, but what if you were faced with the task of killing a close one, family even?" Viktor grabs his chin, holding him there tightly as his tone goes serious, his accent a bit more prominent. "I would. Would you?"
"If we really go into semantics, what is causing the pain? If it's purely your body, there's hesitation. But if it's something else, that is directly affecting you. There's also the question of, is it permanent?" He mentions seeing the gears now turn in Viktor's head.
" If it's not, then I have more doubts. But permanent, that's astounding. Then there's also the fact that mutilation doesn't equal murder. Piercing someone's ear is mutilation, cutting them, making and sort of modification, is technically mutilation. "
As Jayce was talking, he suspected Viktor was thinking intelligent things. Something that would tease his brain, get him to really think. But Viktor wasn't thinking at all. He saw this as a casual conversation you might have at brunch– not one of theories that would keep you up. But of course, Viktor would think that talking about death during brunch is normal.
"Mhm. Go on." He cooes.
"I want all your questions on the table. If that's it, okay then. But that's all I'll answer.” Viktor lightens his grip on Jayce's face.
"Answer just those." He says with a smile.
" It's never only one thing affecting me. It could be both, it could be neither- I could be lying of a pain just so you could get rid of a man. Permanent- Their injuries or do you mean my moment of bliss? And you could mutilate a body into murder. "
" By something else, I don't mean physical pain. I mean ..." He freezes, then changes the subject. "Moment of bliss, the relief you feel. That's what I mean. And true, but it's not always murder." Jayce calls out, and Viktor nods in agreement.
"..Fine, I have one more based on those answers. What do you mean when you say man? Man is the generalized and historical term for a person. Or do you mean the gender? "
"I mean it as a person. "
" Okay. Do you have another question for me to give my answer to? Based on all this information, of course. "
"I do have a very important question."
"Do tell." Jayce smiles.
Viktor's smile turns to look more serene. Tempting. He takes a breath, then a chuckled exhale.
"You understand I'm asking you all these questions because it turns me on, right?"
Jayce's smile falters, and he's back to blushing again.
"Partially." He admits with a shy smile. "Knowing this, do you have more questions for me? I will answer honestly and follow exactly what you ask."
" You're such a good doggy. " Viktor says, smiling as he pats Jayce's head. "Pfft–"
He laughs to himself, high as a kite.
"I'm whatever you want me to be." Jayce says, having an irresistible look in his eyes that Viktor couldn't turn away from. His voice sounded so genuine that Viktor almost folded on the spot.
".... God, Jayce. You're going to be the death of me."
"I love the sound of that."
Viktor shudders with excitement.
".... You could be my pet. My little plaything, just right here in the lab."
Jayce stands up, putting his hands on the back of the chair, trapping Viktor under him. Viktor looks up, even more shocked. Jayce looks down at Viktor with need, desperate for him in every way.
"I already am."
Viktor smiled contently. "That's my boy."
"My good boy."
Jayce couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He comes in close, kissing him with Viktor still cornered. Viktor happily kisses back, cupping both sides of his face and pulling him in closer. The hands on his face turn into running through his fingers through Jayce's jet black hair- Tugging, teasing, twirling.
Jayce comes in as close as he can get, licking at Viktor's lower lip. He plays a hard game, staying shut just to hear Jayce whine. Finally, Viktor lets him.
This isn't their first time– And certainly won't be the last.
But every single time Jayce makes out Viktor like a man starved.
Reluctantly, Viktor pulls away after what he thought was 3 minutes.
" Jayce, " He huffs, " We can't. I'm high, remember?"
"God, fuck, yeah–" Jayce pulls away, considering things. "Sorry."
But Viktor pulls him back. "I mean. I wouldn't mind us fucking. We've done this before. You know our safe word. We'll be fine. I want your dick in my mouth. I won't regret it, I promise." He says, full of certainty. Jayce looks at Viktor as he gets up from the chair, moving Jayce to another corner of the lab.
"Really?" Jayce said in disbelief. "Why's that?" He tilted his head, trying to act innocent.
"That'd shut me up." Viktor pinned him to the wall. "Plus. I miss the feeling of it. " Slowly, he gets down on his knees. Jayce is anxious, making sure Viktor isn't straining his leg or his back.
Jayce huffed, letting out a half chuckle. "But, ah..Why do you miss it?"
"Cause it's attached to you. Duhh." He rolled his eyes, raising his right brow to express his attitude.
"Why do you miss me though." He crossed his arms, looking down at him.
Viktor doesn't respond at first. He's unzipping Jayce's pants, shuffling them down a little bit for him. Jayce tries to aid, but Viktor smacks his hand away.
Before Viktor pulls Jayce's cock out from his underwear, Viktor answers.
"Fuck, I miss everything about you. The sex, the way your nose is shaped, your face, the way you laugh, I miss the gait in your walk, your eyebrows, your arms. I miss everything about you. To answer your question about "why do I miss it" is because it's an experience I can only get with you. Not with Sky, Not with Ilya. You are your own subject, and I want to educate myself on it. I want you. That's why I miss it."
The two were in silence again for a moment, Jayce wide eyed with surprise.
"Oh wow." He laughs, his face softening. But he gets right back into character. "Yeah. I bet you like my nose."
Viktor takes Jayce's length into his hands, and starts kissing it. The tip, the side. He looked up at Jayce.
" I do like your nose." He kissed the tip. " I like it a lot."
Jayce stifles back a moan or two.
"T...Tell me about it. What do you like, ah.." He tilts his head back as he moans. "A-About it? It's probably a good seat-" He's cut off as Viktor engulfs him into his mouth, and that throat of his. "Fuck, Viktor..."
Viktor hummed in retort. Jayce groans, not knowing where to put his hands. His hands at first grasp at the walls to hold on to anything, air- But his fingers always slid down. He runs them through his hair, tugging on his own scalp. He gives a few shy hip thrusts as Viktor relaxes his throat.
"Baby, " Jayce huffs, eyes on Viktor. "What about it though?" He taps on Viktor's cheek as he hollows out that side.
Viktor scowls at all the questions, and removes Jayce from his mouth. With his other hand, he wipes his lips. The other pumps Jayce's cock.
"I love your nose. I think it's one of your most attractive features. I love your side profile."
"Why do you think it's attractive?"
Viktor grumbles. "You're like a child."
"I think it's attractive because it's so different. I like different things. Different means different results. Ergo sum, I like your face a lot."
"....Weirdo. My face looks weird to me."
Viktor resumes, deepthroating him. Jayce then changes to cup the sides of his cheeks, proceeding to fuck his throat. It's gentle and slow. He's saving his release for somewhere else.
After a while, Viktor moved off of Jayce's dick. Jayce helps him up, and the two begin to strip. They watch each other, fawning over the other man's body. Jayce had muscle, his body a dark tan and already beading with sweat all over. His arms had stretch marks from his rapid height gain, and were an insecurity he had. But Viktor loved them. He saw them as his tiger stripes. He found them to make him feel sensual, a part of his body that turned him on. He looked at them flex and moved with Jayce's lean arms as he folded both their shirts to put on the desk. Jayce's body has scars. From work, himself, and accidents. But Viktor still loves him. His body is quite clean shaven except for his arms and legs. Viktor's body is the opposite of Jayce's. He has a tall and thin frame, his body looking like a willow tree. His skin was moonlight pale, and his birth marks across his body were the constellations. His fingers were thin and long, perfect piano hands if it wasn't for the slight roughed palms. His skin around his ribs were soft, and you could see the last rows. His belly button looked like a small crater. His body was adorned with hair- His legs, his backside, his arms, his armpits all had hair. His body had adorned him with scars- some from self harm, some from when he was young, but Jayce's most favored scar is Viktor's chest scars. The ones he had fought so hard for. The ones that freed Viktor, the ones that gave him the same feeling of being able to run.
Viktor was Jayce's moon. Jayce was Viktor's sun.
Viktor ended up on his back on the desk. The clothes neatly there were discarded to the floor. Jayce is fingering his cunt with three fingers, scissoring him open, licking at his t-dick. Viktor's unshaven down there, and Jayce loves it. He's loud as he slurps and sucks, his fingernails digging at Viktor's inner walls just the way he likes it.
Jayce speaks, muffled. "Sorry, I'm gonna be loud."
"Lucky me." He huffed, getting dizzy from the immediate serotonin in his body from being high.
"Why's that?" He asked again, moving his mouth away from Viktor's entrance and lifting his face up to see him. Viktor shot him a glare this time, and Jayce puts his free hand up in a defensive manner.
"I'm not being sarcastic. " He says, his accent a bit more prominent. "I like your moans and whimpers. It's cute."
"Why do you like them?" Jayce starts, but Viktor immediately shuts him down.
"If you keep asking me why, I'm gonna smack you over the head with my cane."
The two broke out in laughter, Viktor rubbing his eyes a bit.
"Okay, Okay. Let's get serious now."
Viktor watches as Jayce lines himself up, touches the puckering hole and with his other hand grabs his cock. Viktor spreads his legs a little bit more. He gasps and arches his back a little as Jayce enters. It's almost a slide in, but Jayce has to force a little bit more leeway because of Viktor tightening.
Viktor can't control his mouth. He's moaning and sighing as Jayce fucks him. His head pounds with delirious delight. The two kiss, and Viktor feels smothered in a way. His smell is heightened. He can already smell the sex, He can hear the electric buzz being lowly emitted from the hexcore. Being fucked is making him dizzy with excitement. It feels echoed in Viktor's mind.
Jayce is above him, fucking Viktor with excited hips. He loves the feeling of Viktor's cunt twitch and pulse on him, holding himself up as he rails Viktor bare. It's a dance of sorts between the two. As they make love, Viktor is fingering Jayce to get him to whimper more. The sound is echoing off the lab, and the creaks of the wooden desk become squeaker with each thrust Jayce sends into Viktor. Viktor digs one hand’s nails into Jayce's shoulderblades, and the other in Jayce’s inner flesh, motivating him to go rougher. But he keeps a steady pace, one that won't hurt Viktor. While they fuck, Jayce gently takes Viktor's bad leg and lets it rest elevated over his shoulder.
As they have intercourse, Viktor has his eyes shut tight. Jayce is desperate. He claims ownership everywhere- Biting the sides of his neck, his ears. He wasn't going to leave space free for anyone else. Jayce is filled with the urge to claim him from the inside again, and proceeds to tighten his lower muscles and rut into Viktor like a dog. Jayce is whimpering as he greedily fucks Viktor with all his might. His tongue on Viktor's ear feels like a dog slobbering, and Viktor can already picture some puppy ears and a red collar on Jayce.
Jayce's thighs shake, and he starts grunting more. Sweat droplets slid on Viktor's face, his hands sliding down because of how moist Jayce was.
After chasing it, Jayce reached climax. He cries out and goes to bite Viktor's neck, slapping his hips into his to make sure he wastes none of it. He chooses to be vicious with it, to show that he has a claim over Viktor. No one else. Viktor cries out in bliss, his back arching up as he gurgles out happy groans. His hands both travel onto Jayce’s back, scratching as he dug his nails in.
Viktor feels this overwhelming burst of serotonin and numbness. Jayce knows how to perfectly elevate his hips to ease his back pain, and the warmth in his stomach is happily distracting. His breaths come in quick as he makes eye contact with Jayce.
“Are, I…God. Is that it?” Viktor huffs, looking down at Jayce as he watches him pull out. Jayce shakes his head no. He's panting, drooling from excitement. He wipes his lips.
“Baby, I've just gotten started."
In a quick motion he pulls Viktor from his hips to lift them up higher as he puts his mouth right where his dick once was. His tongue delves right in, eliciting a sharp moan from Viktor. His grip has shifted back to the desk, scratch marks being made in the wood.
He eats his own come like a starved man, tasting the citrus tang it has. His eyes glance up to check on Viktor.
That man is no longer saying coherent words. His body is slicked with Jayce’s sweat and his own, smelling of rich oils and soot from being in the workshop for days. The pads on his fingers are buffed from the hard tools, making his palms rough. His skin catches on Viktor's as he grips his thighs with vigor. Viktor’s body smells of lavender and tar. It's a contradiction, like his existence. But God is it beautiful.
Jayce moans as he moves to suck on Viktor’s clit, and Viktor can't help but cry out in pleasure. His knee twitches, and he goes to subconsciously reach out to it. But Jayce stops him, pinning his wrist over Viktor on the desk. Viktor whines, and Jayce responds with a gentle brush of teeth. Viktor’s body warms with excitement, a tingling sensation running down his back bones. All parts of his body twitch at different times, eliciting more excitement caught in his throat. Viktor ends up gurgling a moan, the sound is soft, it is weak, and it is sexual. And just that sound drives Jayce wild. It causes a roar within his body, like releasing the break on a raging motorcycle. Happily, he focuses back on the main priority. He laps aggressively at Viktor’s opening, plunging his tongue into the loosened section. Viktor happily recoils, arching his body up more as his head looks to the side. He sighs, tilting it to the other side. He moans and huffs, his head shifting again. His toes curl and flex as his ankles wrap behind his neck and tug him closer. Then with his hands he grabbed the back of Jayce’s hair, and pulled his face in closer. It was quick, but in the moment felt like slow motion for Viktor.
Jayce is now locked in, trapped from thigh to thigh and given no other option- Eat. He gets aggressive with it, gripping into Viktor’s shoulders till they bled. His tongue plunges, it goes flat and up and down in a circle motion inside Viktor’s entrance. It causes Viktor to grit his teeth, and tug on Jayce’s hair tighter.
This is now a sexual fight. It's mutual, it's raw, and it's hungry. It's become competitive between them, and they both want to win. The race gets more dangerous as Jayce’s law dislocates, but it doesn't stop him. His jaw aches from pleasure, and it's worth it.
Viktor is moaning and grunting as he chases Jayce’s lips with his hips. Hair scratches at Jayce’s cheek bone, and causes Jayce to look up at Viktor.
“Good boy," He says, his breath full of warm heat. "Fucking…real good boy. God, you're hot.” His head tilts back.
He huffs, his hips staggering from exhaustion. Viktor’s knee began to feel weighed, and decided to slowly dip from the left side of Jayce’s face. His hands slip; one falling to his side palm open and the other above him, wrist hanging off the end of the desk. Viktor did his best to keep his thighs tight, but his legs began to falter.
Before Viktor could tell Jayce about his discomfort, Jayce switches to hold Viktor’s legs closer to his face, using his hands to sandwich his face in-between Viktor’s thighs. The motion was smooth and quick, as if Jayce already knew the predictability of Viktor’s body and specifically calculated this moment for his own enjoyment.
Viktor was the dock for his ship in a vicious storm. He did his best to keep Jayce safe when his world was rocking around him, to be there for him. But, of course, he didn't mind if he did the rocking himself.
His eyes are half lidded as Viktor lifts his head up to look down at Jayce. His gaze is seducing Jayce, drawing him in closer.
The room's lighting were light layers of purple hue from the night with a small streak of moonlight from the windows. It doesn't hit Viktor, but it illuminates his face perfectly. It kept the space cold but their bodies warm, helping to keep the moment more intimate and close. The curtains were emitting a pink light from the back of the fabric from the moon, blocking out the brightness. They usually kept it out at the lab, in favor of silencing Viktor’s complaints.
The moment feels infinite, it feels perfect. Like God had allowed sin to be beautiful just this once.
Viktor felt his thighs twitch as he jerked around. “Jayce, Jayce- I'm…fuck, Jayce, Im going to cum.” He cries out, his hands already reaching to grip onto the desk for the final time.
"I'm ready for you, Viktor.” Jayce said, muffled between thighs of slight fat. "Please.” He kisses, then sucks on Viktor's sore clit.
Viktor screams, unable to hold himself anymore. Viktor squirts on Jayce’s face and in his mouth. As soon as it hits his face, Jayce feels the same relief as cumming. He sighs, and lives in the moment before retracting his tongue as he slowly laps it up with his tongue. Viktor slumps, overwhelmed. Jayce stays there, panting heavily. He stays there for a good moment before retracting and straightening up so he can see the full damage.
They're both a mess. But Viktor has taken most of the toll. Jayce turns away to pop his jaw back in, moving his jaw in a circular motion to soothe himself. " Fuck…That hurt good."
“You're telling me," Viktor huffs, draping an arm over his eyes to make it darker behind his closed eyes. "I feel amazing.” He smiles, wheezing a little. His chest rises strongly up 2 times, refilling the space in his lungs.
“I'm glad you do." Jayce leans over and kisses Viktor on the lips. He tastes of human flesh- sharp citrus that reminds Jayce of piltover lemons, goat milk, and lamb meat. He was a meal, and Jayce cherished it.
"I loved you the first time, and I'll love you the last time. Thank you, Viktor.”
“....Wipe your damn face." Viktor says, exhausted.
“Right, sorry."
Jayce bends down to grab his shirt, wiping his face with the corner of the white fabric.
Once he's done, he looks back up. Viktor is seated up and stretching, his bones popping and offering extra relief. “We got, uh." Viktor looks around the room with his eyes. “Carried away."
“I would've never guessed," Jayce says sarcastically. He runs a finger through his hair, using his slick as grease to keep his hair back and out of his face. Of course, a few strands won't be held back.
“Are you winding down?"
“Yeah."
"I'm glad I wore you out. You always sleep better after sex. Bet you're gonna sleep really well cause you're high too."
Jayce leans and kisses the top of Viktor’s head. Viktor accepts as he bumps Jayce’s chin, sighing softly. His hair is curled at the ends in some areas. His leg’s scars still itch sometimes, and he can't help but go to scratch. Jayce notices and catches Viktor’s hand in the act to stop it, and holds his hand instead.
“Do you think I'm bad?"
"Woah, Vik– Where did this come from?” His voice softens immediately, ready to soothe Viktor.
"...” He shrugs. " Just started thinking about it.”
“Viktor," Jayce goes to hold both his hands. “Look at me."
Viktor hesitates. But eventually, he looks at him.
“No. You're not a bad person. Like, fully truthfully.” He smiles, and tucks a hair strand behind Viktor’s ear. "I can hold independent opinions about you not influenced by my love for you." He kissed the top of Viktor’s hands. “I don't think you're a bad person.”
Viktor sits at the edge of the desk so Jayce can come and hug him. The two sigh, melting into each other and finally becoming one.
"I don't know how many times I'll have to tell you." Jayce talks into Viktor’s hair. “But I'll tell you every time though." He kissed the side of Viktor’s head, then rested his head on his shoulder.
"I love you.”
“ The feeling is mutual.” Viktor sighs with his usual response to Jayce’s confession, content leaving his airy chest.
The two stay in the moment as long as they can, but eventually clean up. They put their clothes back on, reorganize the desk to hide the obvious.
Viktor locks the lab, then puts the keys in his pocket.
“You're sure you don't want me to walk you back to your room."
“I'm sure, Jayce."
“But aren't your legs hurting? It'd be easier if I carried you there."
“I'm fine, Jayce."
“I'll be with you. In case you fall over. Again."
“...Ugh."
The two walk side by side, Viktor unable to shoo Jayce away. Finally, Jayce drops him off. He watches Viktor go in, and goes to turn around.
"Oh, and Jayce?”
He turns back to face Viktor.
"Yes, my love?”
"Goodnight.”
Jayce smiles.
" Goodnight.”
" Sleep well.”
" You too, Viktor.”
“Don't have bad dreams."
“I'll try not to, Viktor."
“ Do you have anything to do tomorrow?”
" I have a meeting with the council.”
"I'll miss you.”
"I'll miss you too, Viktor.”
" Jayce?”
" Yes, Viktor?”
Viktor opens his door up a bit more.
"Stay the night.”
Jayce gleams, and scoops Viktor into his arms as he comes in. He closes the door behind him with a gentle kick. He places quick kisses all over Viktor’s face. He places Viktor on his bed, truly loving this man. He laughs, being tickled by Jayce’s lips.
Viktor’s room is styled like a dorm, not much personality. But there are plants on shelves next to books, bringing a sense of color and identity to the room. When Jayce walks in, it's like all the muddy grey has melted off the walls and you can see the blue of the wallpaper.
The two change into comfortable clothes, getting under the covers together. Viktor spoons Jayce, and kisses his ear, then whispers.
"Goodnight Jayce, I love you."
“I love you too, Viktor."
Happily, the two fall asleep eventually in each other's arms, in the same position their last embrace will be— and it will be out of love and acceptance just like this moment.