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Summary: (Oviposition + Eggpreg) After an unfortunate turn of events, Jayce finds himself ousted from the academy and takes a job as a lighthouse keeper outside of the watchful eyes of Piltover. Little does he know that he isn’t the only resident of the island.
I've never written anything with Oviposition or Eggpreg or a non-human creature in it. Bug wife doesn't count. May my humble offering to the monsterfuckers be satisfactory.
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Jayce had asked himself many times where he would be in a few years' time. The sea had never been an answer.
It had all happened so fast. One moment, he’d been standing outside of the front door to his apartment with Caitlyn, returning from the Undercity with supplies to build his next prototype with. The next, he’d awoken to an Enforcer standing over him, everything around him either damaged or destroyed. Someone had broken into his apartment, and things had gone wrong. Within a day, he’d been expelled from the academy.
Everything after that was a blur. He vaguely recalled returning to his destroyed apartment, fully intent on taking his life with nothing worthwhile to show for it. He’d left a letter that he knew would prove to be cold comfort to the only two people in the world daft enough to care for him. He’d stepped up to the edge of what had once been the wall to his living room. And then he stopped.
Maybe I just need time to think. There has to be a way to salvage this. There just has to be.
And there had been, at least in theory. As if struck by a bolt from the blue, Jayce had an epiphany. If Piltover would not permit him to continue his research, then he would leave Piltover. It was as simple as that.
He spent several sleepless nights alone in his room, combing through listings for far-fetched and exotic jobs abroad. Everything from becoming part of the crew of a mercantile vessel, to joining a scavenging crew that skirted the border between Shurima and Ixtal came under his consideration, but nothing fit. And then he found it: Krexor. A small coastal city five days east of Piltover by trade ship, if the waters were amicable. Sure, it was under the stewardship of the Noxian Empire, but the listing was advantageous. And its current leader, Lisabetya, was looking for a new lighthouse keeper, someone keen to spend months at a time stationed on a remote island only accessible by boat. The perfect place to work discreetly.
And so, here he was.
Jayce had spent the majority of the early morning hours hauling what little he’d been able to scavenge from his ruined apartment up from the dock to the main house. It hadn’t exactly been grueling work, but it had been slow going. A layer of slippery algae had washed up along the shore, which had made traversal a nightmare until he’d thought to take a moment to find a broom in the disused storehouse and clear it away. But once that had been taken care of, everything had continued without any further hiccups.
The main house, tucked against the side of the cliff face behind it, was a comfortable two-story building covered in white render and topped with a charming carmine shingled roof. It was detached from the lighthouse that sat a few dozen yards to the east, towering over it like a monolith. A spiraling staircase led up to the lens from within, something that he offhandedly imagined would come in handy, given the region’s penchant for suffering from inclement weather.
But for now, that wasn't his concern. For now, he was content with the task of offloading, unpacking, and tidying up. He had work to do.
Carrying the final box from the dock up towards the main house, Jayce paused to catch his breath. He set the wooden crate down, panting; palms resting against his thighs as he looked down at the sandy ground below. And then he felt it. Jerking his head up to his left, he saw nothing. Precisely the opposite of what he’d thought he might find. But no. There was nothing. Only the softness of the surf as it lapped against the sandy shoreline. And only the disquieting, lingering assurance that surely something had been there mere moments ago.
That had been… Strange. For a moment there, he’d sworn he felt a set of eyes on him.
Sighing, he straightened, lifting the box. It was too early to go mad from self-imposed isolation. He hadn’t even moved in yet.
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It was undeniable now. He wasn’t alone on the island.
He’d ventured out early in the morning, just before the crack of dawn when the moon still hung low to check on one of the lighthouse’s many delicate apparatuses, only to find himself inexplicably drawn to the sea. To the sight of the waves crashing against the sandy shore below. To the full moon as it loomed overhead, pushing and pulling the tides from far above. It had been utterly silent. A cool, starless night. And then they’d come.
A pod of finned creatures skimmed past his field of view further out in the water, the droplets rippling around them as their dorsal fins parted the waves. They called out, making a sound somewhere between bestial and beautiful, entrancing him for all but a second. And then they disappeared.
Something much closer responded, and he’d nearly jumped out of his skin.
The next thing he’d known, the door to the house had slammed shut behind him, and he’d locked the top latch with shaky hands, breath caught in his lungs. Heart hammering in his chest as he realized no mere beast could produce a vocalization such as the one he’d just heard.
So what was he doing out there again?
Frightened as he’d initially been, he couldn’t help but be curious. It was the scientist in him, ever venturing out into the unknown. Always searching for a plausible explanation. He wanted to hear it again. Wanted to see whatever those creatures that had skimmed across his field of vision were again. Wanted to fall under the trance of the waves as the sun rose high into the sky, far across the horizon.
And so, here he sat. Feet dangling over the edge of the rocks and sketchbook in hand, the misty spray of the water below tickling his feet. If nothing else, he could enjoy the sight of the passing ships. The cove was replete with them today. The bare walls of the main house could use decorating. A personal touch. Something to liven them up just a bit.
Jayce continued to sketch, glancing up to double-check the pattern on the sails of one of the passing ships. Red with a vaguely familiar insignia. Definitively Noxian; perhaps a trading vessel. His gaze fell again, peering over the top of the tilted sketch book towards the water's edge below.
Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He paused, setting the leatherbound sketchbook aside. His fingers grasped the slippery stone at the edge of the spot he occupied as he leaned forward.
A set of shimming brown eyes gleaming in every shade of amber and honeyed gold they could produce stared back up at him, brown hair floating atop at surface of the water like a makeshift halo as they lingered in the cool water below, nothing more than their head visible above the water’s edge. Nothing more than a head floating in the water. They blinked.
Jayce felt his blood run ice cold.
“Oh my god!” He shouted, nearly stumbling and tumbling into the drink as he jumped to his feet in abject horror. “What are you doing in the water?!”
The individual in question stared at him silently, seemingly unbothered by the outburst or the frigid temperature of the water. Instead, they tilted their head to one side and offered a small smirk.
“You don’t seem to have the best sense of spatial awareness.” They retorted, voice even as it carried a palpable note of amusement. The soft trill of their voice was noticeable, pleasant even. Warm and knowing.
“You must be cold!” Jayce declared, not noticing what his new conversation partner had said in the slightest. He was still attempting to wrap his head around how he had gotten here, of all places. Perhaps a rowboat had capsized and he’d simply swum to the next available piece of land? That was the only immediate explanation that came to mind.
“Eh. Not really.” They said, seemingly shrugging. They reached up and placed a hand on the edge of the rock, seemingly to anchor themselves against the increasing strength of the tide. It was a wonder that they hadn’t been bashed against the rocky shoreline yet. “I’ve been watching you for some time now. I apologize for our introduction the other night. My intention had not been to startle you.”
Jayce stared blankly, unsure as to what they were talking about. And then realization hit him like a face full of salt water. “That sound. That was you?”
He nodded in conformation. And then he glanced over his shoulder, off towards something unknowable in the distance. Their eyes lingered. And then they spoke. “That is all for now. We will see one another again.”
Before Jayce could respond, his head slipped back under the waves, and he disappeared into the depths below.
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For the next few days, Jayce wondered to himself if the encounter had been a fantasy, a hallucination concocted by a mind thoroughly starved of human interaction. He’d spent every free moment that he could scrape together between menial repairs and other idle busywork down by the sea, gazing out across the water. Hoping on hope for another chance encounter with the mysterious man he’d met by the rocks. Had he perished on the way back to dry land? Had he drowned, carried away by the merciless current? It gnawed at him like a tick in summer.
He should’ve offered to help him out of the water. What had he been thinking? He hadn’t. That was the problem. He’d been so taken aback by the circumstances that he’d failed to think. And an innocent had more than likely paid the price for it. He was never going to forgive himself.
Jayce sighed heavily. He needed to clear his head.
Stepping out through the door and making his way down the front steps of the porch, he navigated the well-worn path back down to the sea. Perhaps some fresh air would do him a monocone of good. Would clear a bit of the guilt that clung to him like barnacles against the underside of one of the harbor’s ships.
Making his way down to the water’s edge, the sight of something that hadn’t been there a few hours ago caught his eye. A pile of brownish-green kelp, entangling something covered in shimmering bronze scales. It appeared to be the tail fin of an oversized fish, more than likely tangled up in one of the fishing nets if the look of it was anything to go by. Nestled against the edge of the point where the rocks met the low, sandy tide, the mishmash of scales and plantlife had seemingly washed up out of the water while he was away checking on the generators.
He shrugged. Something to clean up, then. What was new?
Slipping out of his boots, he made his way over to the pile of refuse, intent on snagging it and dragging it ashore. This wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened. Every now and then, something interesting washed ashore in one of these discarded old fishing nets. Why not take inventory before discarding what wasn’t of use? But as he grabbed ahold of what remained of the worn old net, he paused. His hand went still as a tidal wave of abject horror consumed him.
Walnut brown hair.
He didn’t think. Didn’t pause for breath despite the way that his stomach churned with nausea. He simply pulled the rope loose. He had to know if it was him. If his worst fears had come true. He should’ve pulled him from the tide that day. He knew it.
Bile rose high in his throat as he forced himself to swallow; to keep calm just long enough to confirm beyond any lingering suspicion that he was indeed lost. He wrenched the last fibers of the rope free, and the pile of kelp flopped open, revealing its contents. He took a deep breath, barely resisting the urge to evacuate the contents of his stomach, faint, or both.
Jayce anticipated the stale scent of watery decay; the slimy, noxious film that coated rotting sea life. The murky dankness of festering kelp and seaweed. What he didn’t expect was for the body ensnared within to move.
Pulling himself groggily into a semi-sitting position with his almost exaggeratedly elongated tail, the walnut-haired man straightened, raising his arms up over his head and stretching out to dwarf Jayce in length by at least double, his tail making up the majority of his body length. A long dorsal fin reminiscent of kelp trailed down the center of his back, ending just above where the scales on the lower half of his body began. Everything from the waistline down bore those signature bronze scales, the tail ending with a wide, vaguely crescent-shaped tail fin that shimmered in the same signature shape and color as the rest of the kelp that surrounded him. As it turned out, the majority of the kelp was a part of him, serving as a natural camouflage of sorts. From the waist up, he was decidedly human, save for his flowing dorsal fin. He had arms and a torso, no different from Jayce. Well, aside from his much more diminutive and petite build. His hair just barely touched his shoulders, clinging to the skin of his neck and upper back like a slick curtain. His damp skin glistened under the sun.
“You… thank you.” He choked out faintly, shuddering as he beheld Jayce with eyes that shone with gratitude and affection. “I’m grateful. Truly.”
Jayce didn’t speak. Didn’t respond. He simply stared, utterly mystified.
He’d skimmed his biology textbooks disinterestedly back during his academy days, yes, but even still, he was absolutely certain that he hadn’t seen anything about this during his lessons. Was he a Vastaya of some sort? He’d seen partially aquatic Vastaya in Piltover once, but they were nothing like this. They were bipedal. He… Wasn’t. Not by a long shot.
“My god… You’re beautiful.” He blurted out, utterly flabbergasted.
The brown haired creature’s eyes went wide. His cheeks flushed a bright red as his eyelashes fluttered. Without another word, he abruptly retreated, scurrying into the water and plunging himself into the inky depths below.
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He had offended him. He just knew it.
Jayce had been nervously pacing back and forth across the sands for the better part of an hour, horrified by the depths of the blunder he’d made. He’d been gone for hours. He’d overstepped. He wasn’t coming back. Not after that. And he’d never even had the opportunity to learn his name.
Groaning in annoyance at himself, he shook his head, cupping his face in his open palms. “I can’t believe I said that out loud. What’s wrong with me?”
He turned to walk back towards the house. There was nothing for it, then. Best to head to bed and attempt to get some sleep. Pacing back and forth across the beach until his feet blistered wasn’t going to change anything.
“My nameless suitor has returned, I see.”
Jayce stumbled as he nearly failed to catch himself, eyes darting towards the sound of his voice. He let out a slightly manic huff, followed by a half-hearted, disbelieving laugh, eyes filling with relief as he beheld the sight of him. He was perched atop the rocks where Jayce normally sat, head resting on his folded arms as he looked down at him from above, his tail hanging lazily against the surface of the slick stone. It batted back and forth rhythmically, swishing gracefully as his scales shimmered under the dying evening sun. He looked amused. But there was something else.
“You came back! I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to overstep, I- “ Jayce started. But the finned creatures held up his hand, gently halting his rambling.
“... Are you finished?” He inquired softly, clearly somewhat concerned on his behalf. His tone was hushed and sincere, almost affectionate. As though he were addressing someone he’d known for a lifetime and not someone who was ostensibly a stranger. A stranger who had rescued him, but still.
“Yes. Sorry.” Jayce’s gaze fell as he watched his bare feet gouge the silky sand below. He genuinely hoped that the dim light hid the growing redness of his face. “I, um... Didn’t catch your name?”
“Neither did I,” Responded the creature, a soft chuckle escaping his chest.
Jayce scoffed, folding his arms. That was fair enough. “Jayce. Jayce Talis.”
The creature seemed to contemplate his next words for a moment before meeting his gaze. He held it, looking deeply into his eyes in a manner that almost made Jayce shiver. From what, he did not know. But the power behind those eyes was mystifying. Enthralling. “It’s Viktor.”
A long silence fell over them, interspersed by little more than the cries of sea birds and the sound of lapping water against sand and stone. Jayce mouthed the word to himself but did not utter it out loud, almost as though he were testing the way it felt on his lips. And then he smiled welcomingly up at his new companion. Viktor. Something about the name just felt right. It suited him beautifully.
Finally, Viktor broke their reprieve. “What you said before. Did you mean it?”
“Yes.” Jayce didn’t hesitate. What point was there in deceiving him? What purpose would it serve to tell him anything less than the truth?
Viktor sat up fully, looking him up and down with the keen eye of someone who was searching for something. He seemed to examine every inch of his body, his eyes flickering from point to point with the precision of a finely tuned machine. He jerked sideways, flinging himself headlong into the depths below, disappearing under the waves. But before Jayce could lament his departure, he reappeared by the water’s edge, this time far closer to Jayce than he had been previously.
Raising a hand, he curled his fingers inward towards himself, beckoning Jayce towards him. Away from the shore and into the glimmering waters.
“Come. Join me.” He entreatied softly as he opened his arms, beckoning him into his embrace affectionately. His voice was laced with unspoken intent, his eyes glistening with warmth and desire. Jayce couldn’t help but ponder the implications; couldn’t help but desire to indulge the unspoken part of himself that was curious and unafraid to delve into the unknown. Despite his unknowable nature, Viktor didn’t frighten him. Far from it. He inthralled him. Everything from his appearance and his voice, to his biology utterly fascinated him. He wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to get in close.
Wading into the chilly water, Jayce felt a tremor pass through his body as the chill set in. He was dressed lightly in nothing more than a linen shirt and pants. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay in open water, but he would tolerate it for as long as he could if it meant that he might get the chance to finally touch him. The chance to satiate his boundless curiosity.
Viktor offered him his hand as he sank up to his neck in the chilly water, an offer that he accepted without hesitation.
His hands were surprisingly warm in contrast to the water. Viktor waited for him to steady himself in the tide as they drifted away from the shoreline. Inch by inch, he guided him closer until he was holding most of his weight. But it was of no consequence. The water mitigated the majority of it.
Gesturing in a manner that indicated that he wanted permission to wrap his arms around him, Viktor gazed at him affectionately as Jayce nodded in agreement. And then, he leaned in close, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Hold your breath and close your eyes.”
Jayce obliged, taking a breath before holding it.
Water rushed around him as he was suddenly submerged below the dark coastal waters, a force pulling him definitively in some unseen direction. He barely suppressed the urge to panic or try to explain that he could not hold his breath for long as they continued onward for what felt like an eternity. His lungs began to burn, and his stomach muscles clenched as he kept his eyes shut tight, trying his very best not to lose his nerve. Weakness started to settle in, his head throbbing faintly as his ears popped. He felt his limbs go heavy and his heart slow in his chest as consciousness slowly slipped through his fingers. This was it.
They broke the surface seconds later, but Jayce didn’t gasp for breath. He was barely conscious, hanging on by a thread, too frayed to register the presence of fresh air. Something warm and soft pressed against his lips, flooding his spasming chest with air, forcing the muscles in his lungs to expand. And all at once, his eyes shot open and he gasped, coughing.
His eyes saw nothing, save for the vague outline of light. But he did feel something.
He felt Viktor’s tail wrapped around him, fingertips ghosting against his cheek so faintly that he barely detected them. He opened his eyes, blinking away the excess water that clung to his eyelashes as what was once blurry came back into focus. Viktor was looking at him, golden eyes smoldering like dying embers as the last remnants of daylight faded over the horizon. The red and purple sky reflected brilliantly in the blue waters below them. Warm waters that didn’t chill him to his bones. He vaguely recognized this place. They were on the far side of the island in a Cenote, flanked on all sides by stone, moss, and lush clinging vegetation. He’d looked down into this hole once before from the top of the lighthouse, but he hadn’t bothered to go and investigate it further. Until now.
“Land dwellers are strange. They react with fear when they see me. Disgust. Even violence.” Viktor cooed softly as he watched Jayce take in breath after breath, slowly replenishing his oxygen stores. He held him steady. Aside from blurry vision and a slightly achy head, he wasn’t worse for wear. Good. “But you are the first to ever compliment me.”
Jayce didn’t respond. He was too busy taking in the sight of him. Too busy staring at the way his scales shimmered in the overhead light. He tentatively raised a hand, watching Viktor carefully to gauge his reaction as he pressed his hand to where his hip presumably was, tracing the scales along his waistline. They were smooth. Surprisingly soft and supple. His fingers glided across them undisturbed until the precise moment that he brushed against something, and Viktor’s entire facial expression changed. It was subtle, but the way his eyes fell spoke volumes.
“What are these fins for?” Jayce said, brushing his fingers against them again. A pair of tiny, delicate pelvic fins, crisscrossed over one another at the front of his body. They were smaller than his hands, but every time he touched anywhere near them, Viktor flicked his tail fin and shuddered.
He glanced up at Jayce, gaze heady. And suddenly, all at once, Jayce understood. His face flushed as their eyes met, Viktor reaching up to hook his fingers under his chin, tilting it so that their faces were nearly touching.
“... Let me show you.”
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Jayce could blame his current predicament on many things. On loneliness. On his boundless curiosity. On his absolute refusal to back down from a challenge until he proved to himself that he couldn’t handle it.
But what he couldn’t do was claim that he didn’t like it.
If not for the water, he was almost certain that they wouldn’t fit. The first shaft pressed in gently, prodding with uncertainty as he clung onto a combination of Viktor’s tail and a stalagmite that jutted out of the center of the cave for dear life. He felt Viktor’s hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles into his skin as he bottomed out inside of him. It didn’t feel like anything he’d ever felt before. The way his body conformed to the sensation of him within him, the way his walls parted and allowed him entry. It was rapturous the way it stole the breath from his lungs. The way he ached and his legs trembled despite his best efforts to steady himself.
The pelvic fins, as it turned out, safeguarded the most delicate part of Viktor’s body. And although his reproductive system was a mystery that he was actively unraveling, one thing had become unambiguously clear the instant he’d allowed Jayce to slip his fingers into the thin, lubricated slit his fins concealed. He had two members. Not one.
He had no idea why, but something told him was about to find out.
Viktor purred against his back, snaking a hand up Jayce’s chest from behind as he pressed into him and withdrew again, pulling almost all the way out before fully reseating himself within him. He repeated the motion again and again, gradually pressing deeper as his pace steadily climbed. Jayce let out a deep groan, shuddering as Viktor grazed that spot deep within him, causing the head of his shaft to throb almost painfully. He felt Viktor’s fingers curl around him, tracing a line up his engorged shaft as his fingertip pressed against the slit at the tip, flicking it. He worked him in time with his thrusts, coaxing a second deeper moan from deep within him as Jayce dipped his head, trying his very best not to tumble over the edge just yet. But despite his best efforts, he did so regardless. With a whimper, Jayce cried out, spilling every last drop that he could muster into Viktor’s cupped fingers.
As everything within his field of vision faded to white, he vaguely registered the sensation of Viktor pulling his hand away and pressing it between the two of them as he continued to press into him. He felt him pause, his tail fin flicking through the water as his breathing deepened. He stayed still for a minute or so, his head resting against Jayce’s back as he huffed, almost seemingly from slight discomfort.
And then he felt them both press against his entrance.
Jayce raised his head, suddenly far more alert than he had been moments ago. Surely they wouldn’t both fit. Not at once. One already hardly did. But just as he suspected, he felt Viktor begin to press in at a pace so gentle and slow that it was almost torturous. Jayce whimpered, considering objecting. And then he felt Viktor purr, the muscles in his abdomen clenching as both heads somehow managed to slide inside.
“Stay still for me.” Viktor pleaded softly, nipping at the backside of his neck.
Jayce stilled, exhaling slowly and deeply as Viktor continued to press in. Centimeter by centimeter, he stretched him open, pulled his muscles apart; the tips of both of his shafts brushing against Jayce’s throbbing prostate as they slid against one another. It took a lifetime, but he finally managed to press into Jayce all the way.
Jayce couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All he could feel was the sensation of Viktor inside of him, the throbbing of both of his shafts against his overly sensitive walls nearly pushing him over the edge again as he slowly slipped back out and pushed back in again, a combination of precum and water slicking him.
Gradually, he gained pace, massaging Jayce’s chest and stomach. They were both so close now. So maddening, close to mutual climax.
“Let me make you mine.” Viktor cooed in his ear, nudging against just the right spot inside of him. Jayce simply nodded, his insides throbbing from the sensation of him as he continued at a merciless pace, nearly forcing the air out of Jayce’s lungs. How could Jayce ever hope to say no?
“Anything you want. Anything for you.” He said, gasping for breath.
Suddenly, Jayce felt his insides spread wider. Felt something push into him, slick and soft but still firm. Warm. Round. And then another. And another. And another. He felt them nestle into him, seemingly sticking to the muscles within him and clinging to him. Filling him fully and utterly.
Jayce hung his head low, gaping and panting as Viktor continued, flicking his tail fin in a steady, almost melodious rhythm as he gradually slipped out of him in increments to make more room. His own breathing picked up noticeably as his head rested against his back and his soothing caresses deepened. He was nearly finished. Still, it was a laborious process for the both of them. But Viktor clearly harbored no doubts as to Jayce’s capabilities. After all, he was entrusting him with something extraordinary.
If they were genetically compatible, that was. But he was hopeful.
“Viktor… “Jayce whimpered as he came again, now limp, empty, now and so very full. He wasn’t sure how many more he could fit. How much more his body could take. But he was willing to try. Oh, so very willing. Viktor didn’t need to explain. The look in his eyes told Jayce everything he needed to know. And he was strangely honored to be chosen for the privilege, even if it was never something he would’ve considered remotely possible.
Viktor continued to soothe him, shushing him gently. “I know, Jayce. I know.”
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Viktor fully withdrew. He trembled noticeably as Jayce slowly released the piece of stone he’d been clinging to for dear life, allowing Viktor to carefully rotate him around to face him using his tail. His honeyed gold eyes were dim, filled with fatigue. But as Jayce reached up and stroked Viktor’s cheek, pulling him in and pressing a tender kiss to his lips, their mutual fatigue slowly melted away into excitement under the rising light of the full moon. A new moon.
Now they could only wait and see.
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I need to write a longer version of this ASAP. Holy crap, I’ve been missing out. Mermay is FUN!
Wow. I can’t believe it’s finally finished. It took 3 months, but I’m really happy with how all of these turned out. I want to thank everyone who took the time to read these. You are all awesome, and hearing from you during the process has been a blast. Thank you so much for taking the time to check out the fic. I hope you enjoyed reading them! I hope I got a little better along the way. Take care, and I hope to see you again in future fics. And if you’re looking to chat, check out what I’m writing next, or just hang out, my socials are linked below and in my profile. Have a wonderful day and take care. Wishing you all the best! Bye-bye!
Jayvik BDSM Week Day 7: That Bit of Fuel to Your Fire, Stoke Your Desire
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That Bit of Fuel to Your Fire, Stoke Your Desire
(Teasing + Public Toy Play + Overstim + Multiple Orgasms) Everyone at the Progress Day Gala is excited about the new era of Hextech cooked up by the Men of Progress. Meanwhile, Jayce and Viktor have entered into a covert, high-stakes competition to test another new invention of their own at the party… And each other.
Note: This is part 2 to the oneshot for day 5. Not a huge deal, but you might want to read that one first hehe.
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Piltover’s galas were boring as hell.
Gaudy, kitschy, and opulent to the point of excess, the trifles of high society were not for the faint of heart. Or those with even a semblance of self-awareness or shame.
Needless to say, Jayce and Viktor Talis were not fans.
By all outward appearances, the pair should’ve felt right at home amongst all the pomp and fanfare that such a grandiose event could provide. Genius inventors with their visages plastered across half the billboards and tabloids in the city didn't exactly balk at the concept of public attention. Well, perhaps Viktor did, but that was beside the point.
No, it was more about the facade. The constant lip service and well-manicured mannerisms that ensured that one could never truly just unwind and relax at one of these events, despite that ostensibly being the entire point of attending. But for every person on the guest list who was strictly there to flaunt their wealth, there was a second person there to covertly schmooze in the hopes of securing funding.
Jayce and Viktor weren’t there for either. They were the guests of honor.
Their formal introduction to the more affluent circles of Piltover high society had been nothing short of a scandal. A floundering former student who had been expelled from the academy, and the former personal assistant of no one less than the city’s founder, who, shock of all shocks, happened to be a cripple from the Undercity?! Unfathomable. Neither of them came from any renown. House Talis barely qualified as a lower house despite the family’s legacy, requiring the patronage of one of the city's oldest and wealthiest families to simply afford for its youngest member to attend school. And yet, here they were now, attending the most prestigious Progress Day ball in the city at the personal behest of Counselor Salo himself. It was utterly unheard of. Yet, it was reality. The equally brilliant forefathers of Hextech, the most groundbreaking and desirable discovery in the modern history of the twin cities. And they were veritable nobodies, as far as most of the city had been concerned. Talk about a shock of cold water to the face.
They were an unbreakable chemical bond, tearing through the foundations of established social norms like thermite through untempered steel.
The pair had announced their engagement after three years together as though informing the public was an unimportant afterthought while showcasing one of their latest breakthrough inventions. They invited the denizens of the Undercity to the public reception, much to the horror of Piltover’s social elite. And then the duo promptly disappeared from the public eye for over a month without any further elaboration or notification. The tabloids had a meltdown at the sheer lack of adherence to social norms. It hadn’t been the intention, but it had been very entertaining in retrospect. And now, here they were at the ball, their first public appearance since their abrupt, extended honeymoon. Casually, if not very politely, brushing off nosy inquirers with little more than a smile and a glance before continuing to indulge one another. Unbothered, donning a striking mix of matching silver, Zaun green, and royal blue.
But they were also there for their own personal reasons.
Ever since what they’d colloquially dubbed The Cake Incident, the two pair had come to a realization. It was fun to experiment in new and exciting ways. This wasn’t news to them. But the application certainly was. Finding new and increasingly convoluted ways to torment one another in an intimate context had become something of a favorite pastime of theirs. A bit of excitement went a long way. Well, perhaps a little more than “a bit”, but the sentiment was still the same.
Tonight, however, was ambitious to say the least. Even for them.
“Ah. You must be Mr. Talis!” Chimed in one of the partygoers, a lovely older woman with silver hair in a long purple evening gown. He’d never seen her before, but judging by the amount of finery that she was wearing, she was either audaciously wealthy, or skirting bankruptcy to seem like it.
“One of them, at least.” Viktor retorted politely with a casual shrug. He spared a brief glance at his now-empty champagne flute. His intention was not to become inebriated, but he did loathe the lack of something to seem busy doing in the hopes of avoiding more idle small talk. Simply put, Viktor really didn’t have much to say, much less to strangers at a fancy party.
She nodded politely. “I represent one of the largest merchants' guilds in all of Piltover, and I must say, I am impressed. We are quite interested in this new technology you’ve been working on. Your demonstration tonight was…”
Trailing off for a moment, she seemed to carefully formulate her response. Viktor waited patiently, his eyes wandering over towards Jayce on the other side of the ballroom floor just briefly enough for the other man to feel his gaze upon him. She looked up, batted her eyelashes. Opting to elaborate further. “So much potential, the union of magic and machine. Fascinating.”
Viktor felt a tingle crawl up his spine as his standing position stiffened just enough to be noticeable. And then, a hand on his shoulder.
“Good evening. Am I interrupting?” Jayce asked as he plucked Viktor’s champagne flute from his lax grip, swapping it with practiced ease with a fresh one supplied by a passing server. Viktor spared him a knowing glance and a half-hearted smirk.
Jayce’s hand slid down the length of Viktor’s left arm before diverting not so subtly to Viktor’s waistline, gently pulling him close. He smiled brightly, nodding in recognition of their guest. She wasn’t the first to approach one of them tonight about Hextech, but hopefully she would be the last. It was getting late. They wouldn’t linger much longer.
She shook her head. “Not at all. I’d love to speak with the two of you somewhere more… private?”
Diverting his gaze to take in the sight of Jayce as the taller of the two stood with his arm around him, Viktor’s stare seemed to penetrate into the very bone marrow of Jayce’s body. Jayce gave his partner a knowing glance. “Of course! In fact, if you have the time, you’re welcome to meet with us tomorrow morning.”
Viktor stiffened noticeably again, his breath catching as he subtly cleared his throat against the back of his hand. He collected himself, playing it off by pretending to adjust his cane. She looked him up and down sympathetically. Someone of her age understood the trials and tribulations of tired legs.
“Ah. I need to collect something from the coat check-in. If you’ll excuse me, please.” Viktor said with a nod, his fingers dusting over Jayce’s wrist as he turned and headed away from the both of them. He spared a brief glance at Jayce as he departed, disappearing into the crowd. Jayce watched him momentarily before turning his attention back to their conversation partner. She seemed vaguely amused by their apparent closeness.
“Enjoy the remainder of your evening, gentlemen. I will see you first thing tomorrow.” She declared, waving elegantly over her shoulder as she turned and waltzed away. Jayce waved back before waiting just long enough not to seem suspicious, before turning and searching for Viktor. He had dissipated like smoke in the breeze.
And then he remembered. The coat check-in. Ah. Of course.
Making his way through the crowded dancefloor over to the coat check-in counter, Jayce was redirected towards a dark hallway off to the side of the building’s entrance. With a quick word of justification verified by the concierge, he was on his way. It was time that they got out of there.
Reaching the closet, Jayce opened the door and was greeted with the sight of Viktor leaning against the back wall opposite the coat racks, panting heavily amidst the laborious act of redoing his fly; visibly flustered and hands slick. He shot Jayce a look that could’ve etched diamonds.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Jayce,” He declared groggily, huffing as he attempted to extricate himself from his current circumstances. But it was useless. His hands were far too shaky to do the job right.
Jayce stepped further into the room and closed the door, shrugging. “I mean, how else would we test proximity-based interference between two Hextech devices working on the same frequency if we didn’t- AH!”
“Yes. Quite.” Viktor mused, jaw clenched as he placed his hand against Jayce’s chest and firmly pressed him against the back wall of the closet, cutting him off mid-sentence. Jayce blinked in surprise, somewhat taken aback by just how much force Viktor’s lithe little arms were capable of outputting when they needed to. Still, he was so cute when he was grumpy.
Again, Viktor’s intense stare bore into him like a drill penetrating concrete.
Beaming bashfully, Jayce raised his arms in mock surrender, welcoming defeat. Turning a conspicuous shade of scarlet. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
Viktor leaned back a ways, his arm still pinning him in place as he took in the sight of him in that suit. Allowing his gaze to slowly sweep up and down his body before stopping on his handsome face. His attention fell from Jayce’s eyes to his lips. And then a slow, methodical if not mischievous smirk, spread across his lips. “That depends on how apologetic you are.”
Jayce huffed, tickled by the prospect of a challenge. He raised a hand to Viktor’s against his chest, taking hold of his wrist. He directed it downward, giving him ample room to hook his arm around the small of his lover’s back and pull him close, walking him two steps backward until Viktor’s rear made contact with the wall. Their lips pressed together, warm and soft as Jayce searched the confines of Viktor’s mouth greedily, drawing his tongue in. Tasting the signature taste of rose-flavored champagne in his saliva. Expensive and refined. But it still didn’t taste as good as Viktor did.
Releasing Viktor’s wrist, Jayce slipped his hand into the front of Viktor’s undone pants, seizing his shaft with no resistance. Viktor growled against his lips, bucking into his grasp instinctively as Jayce allowed the head of his erection to rest against the base of his wrist, running his fingers along the length of Viktor’s heat as the vein supplying blood to it throbbed against his palm. He chuckled at the sound, Viktor pulling away and softly biting his bottom lip before sucking on it. His canines digging into the supple flesh just enough to sting a bit. Just enough to turn Jayce on.
“Did it feel good?” Jayce inquired as he leaned in, sucking his earlobe earnestly before kissing the side of his neck. Licking a trail along his carotid. Viktor trembled against him, nearly losing his grip on his cane as his left hand white knuckled the lapels of Jayce’s suit. Chest heaving.
He was utterly disheveled. Jayce relished the rare sight.
“Eh. I will give you that much. It did. Once the terror subsided, at least.” Viktor was close again. Jayce could hear it in his voice. Try as he might to play it off, Viktor could never fully conceal his arousal from Jayce. Not when his pupils were that blown out, and his lips were parted, drawing in breaths that didn’t satisfy him. Not like Jayce could.
His eyes grew heavy as Jayce carefully pulled the collar of his dress shirt aside, nipping, kissing, and lapping at a mole there. He could feel the bead of precum that ran down the length of him as he continued to curl and flex his fingers in time with Viktor’s needy thrusts. As he continued to run his index finger along the slit of his weeping head, squeezing it between his thumb and index finger. As he continued to give Viktor what he wanted in the way that only he understood how to. To give Viktor what he needed.
Jayce reactivated the device. Viktor nearly kicked him out of reflex alone.
For the second time that night, he released with a muffled cry as Jayce seized his mouth in a searing kiss, sucking down the carbon dioxide he exhaled as he stole the breath from his lungs. Viktor slouched momentarily, Jayce catching him around the waist and supporting his weight as he rode out shockwave after shockwave of pleasure, elongated by the stimulation the device produced. It was nearly too much to handle. He whimpered.
The device in question, an insert Jayce had reportedly designed to help soothe Viktor’s lower back as part of ongoing modifications to his new prototype back brace, had a secondary function. One that Viktor had only become aware of the moment Jayce had activated it, and it had sent a wave of tingling, overwhelming pleasure straight down his spine into his tailbone. It had taken every ounce of willpower he possessed not to gasp in arousal mid-conversation. He’d had no idea it could be remotely activated.
And so, he’d retreated someplace secluded to attend to matters himself. Well, as secluded a place as one could find in a venue like this. Only the servants came here, and no one was leaving the gala just yet. Except them.
“Eager tonight, aren’t you, Viktor?” Jayce said headily as their lips parted. Viktor stared at him as the device deactivated again, his eyes blinking but seeing nothing. Jayce could see the synapses in Viktor’s brain failing to fire. Could feel the brain fog forming as he kissed him again. And then he lowered himself to his knees, taking Viktor into his mouth in one fell swoop.
The way his thighs clenched around him was intoxicating. Utterly diabolical as he trembled from overstimulation. It was all too much too soon, but Jayce paid his ineffectual protests little mind. Hadly noticed the way that Viktor’s fingers curled into his short hair and pulled him into alignment as he reached up and slipped his hand up along the circumference of Viktor’s rear, slipping his fingers into his underwear. Teasing his entrance with a few, well-placed strokes of his index finger in time with his ministrations. And then Jayce pressed in, extracting another cry from him. It was delicious.
Viktor didn’t last more than a few seconds after that. He wasn’t meant to.
The feel of his mouth around him as he released deep down into his throat was rapturous. Blinding as a solar flare, and twice as hot. If not for his sheer strength, Viktor would’ve collapsed, toppling over like a condemned building. But Jayce held him in place until he was done. Until his fingers unclenched and he began to tenderly massage Jayce’s scalp. Until his throbbing erection went utterly limp, finally calling it quits.
Panting as his head swam, Viktor watched as Jayce stood, grinning in apparent pride. Certain he’d repented thoroughly enough. He wrapped his arms around Viktor, pulling him close. Kissing him slowly. Deeply. Letting Viktor taste himself on his lips as he moved to pull down his pants. Viktor gently swatted Jayce’s hand away, redirecting it to his fly as he nonverbally ushered him to fasten it. Watching him do so as he broke away, taking note of the way he tried to hide his slight disappointment at the prospect.
But he knew Jayce wouldn’t complain. He never did.
Viktor gave him a drunk look as he languidly reached up and seized him by his chin, tilting his head down so that their gazes could collide. No fancy drink could intoxicate him like this. And gods, Jayce looked precious when he pouted like that, golden puppy eyes gleaming like amber and starlight. He kissed him. And then reached up to grab his coat.
“No. Not here.” Viktor declared, something dark sparkling in his eyes as he shoved Jayce’s coat at him playfully. Something ravenous. His gaze consumed him like a starved beast looming over a fresh kill. If Jayce thought they were done, then he clearly didn’t know him as well as he ought to. Far from it. They simply didn’t have the right implements for the job. Not here, at least. And what kind of scientists worked without the proper tools?
“You have to wait until we get home.”
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Jayvik BDSM Week Day 6: Oh, Sugar, I’ve Got a Taste For You Now
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Oh, Sugar, I’ve Got a Taste For You Now
(Overstim + Edging + Breeding + Sub/Dom Drop) Carnal desires and fantasies are indulged, limits are pushed, and a bit of aftershock ensues. After, Jayce and Viktor have a much-needed heartfelt heart-to-heart about the nature and limitations of their rather unorthodox relationship.
Notes: This oneshot is a part 2 to the very first one in this anthology (I've developed a taste for you), so if you came back for more Professor Magevik, I've got you covered! Read the endnotes for this chapter for more on that, actually.
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Spring break was the first time that Viktor ever asked Jayce to top him.
He’d been all nerves the first time, shaking like a damp leaf in a coastal thunderstorm. Terrified that he wouldn’t measure up. After all, how could he ever hope to hold a candle to what came as second nature to Viktor?
The second time, he’d been capable. Still noticeably uneasy and lacking in firsthand experience, but a bit less clumsy and, as always, ever eager to please. He was internalizing the concept of pacing. How to identify when to slow down or carry on full steam ahead. What constituted a firm press vs a gentle stroke. Just how much a simple change in angle could do to him.
But by the third time, he’d been confident. Self-assured of his adequacy. And this time, he came with expectations of his own. Goals that he aimed to accomplish. Viktor was a professor, after all. It was only right that he educate him. And teach him he had. About the way his body felt when he was close; the way his legs and back trembled as the strain set in. How long he could prevail if he truly pushed him to his limit. How many rounds in the ring he could last with Jayce. In increments, he’d come to know him. The way he felt when he was buried deep inside of him, the euphoria of his walls clenching around him until a thick, impenetrable haze settled over his brain. How Viktor’s breath hitched when Jayce deprived him of the delicious friction he so desperately desired. How he looked with his grey streaked walnut brown hair clinging to his face, shoulders hunched as salty sweat stippled his skin like the moles on his back.
Much like he was right now.
But now the spring semester was over. Finals had come and gone like the cool air of spring. And they had all the time in the world to spend together.
This time, Jayce had managed to drag two from him before he’d started to protest. It wasn’t the friction or the pressure. No, he quite liked a certain measure of that. And he was shockingly adept at tuning out the way his upper and lower back twinged a bit as Jayce held him in place against the surface of the desk, the back of his neck firmly in the younger man’s grasp as he plunged into him from behind without reprieve.
It was the need for closeness conflicting with utter overstimulation. The way he fought tooth and nail to be released, but craved Jayce’s embrace all the same. He wanted to fill him; to stoke the flames within that held true loneliness at bay. He’d been satisfied with one, well past done at two, but as the third approached and Jayce continually denied him the sweet ecstasy of release, fatigue had earnestly started to set in. And so had vulnerability.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt it.
Jayce lingered at his opening, spreading and stretching the sensitive muscles with the tip of his member. Sending reverberating faultines of sensation straight down into the soles of his feet as he mewed, able to do nothing more than offer himself up. To yield and be partied, allowing him unrestricted access. But despite what feeble protests his body could conjure up in the form of sporadically clenching muscles as his walls failed to gain purchase around him, Jayce did not humor him. Instead, he continued to tease his opening, his head lapping at a deposit of cum that threatened to drizzle from within him. Jayce migrated the hand he’d previously been using to white knuckle Viktor’s hip over to grasp his behind, spreading him. He growled. The sight alone was intoxicating.
“Jayce.” Viktor hazarded, his chest heaving from the effort required to draw breath. Jayce’s hold wasn’t too firm, but it was iron-clad. Resolute.
“You're not supposed to be speaking, my love.” He released his neck and wound his fingers through Viktor’s long hair, gripping but not pulling. Holding him steady. His breath hitched in reaction to his touch, expecting something that would not come. Jayce watched as the tension left his shoulders and he relaxed again. His brow furrowed at the sight, concern blooming in his chest. Part of him wondered where he’d learned to internalize that involuntary reaction. Hopefully not from him. The younger of the two felt his chest clench from guilt as his furrow deepened, and he worried at his bottom lip with his tongue and his teeth. Jayce then leaned over him, pressing his lips to the back of his neck as he spoke. Whispering reassuringly without an ounce of malice to be seen. “Did you forget?”
“Ah. I apologize. My mistake.” Viktor mumbled quietly as his head fell to one side, his shoulders no longer willing to support the weight of his neck. Suddenly, Jayce felt his thighs tremble as he finally plunged deeper into him, brushing against his prostate. Viktor closed his eyes, a faint but heartfelt whimper passing through his partially open lips as he was finally granted precisely what he desired. Jayce smiled mischievously, fulfillment blooming in his chest at the sight of him in such a sorry state. Glorious.
“Make it up to me. Tell me you want me again.”
Viktor didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think. Couldn’t. “I want you.”
“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” Jayce jested casually, releasing his grip on his butt just long enough to reach up and rub the center of his back. Viktor exhaled deeply, his touch soothing his sore body like a balm to burned skin. “You don’t sound as enthusiastic as you did before. What’s wrong, Viktor? Are you getting tired of me already?”
“No. I want you. Truly.” Viktor emplored, perhaps a bit more fervently than he should’ve. He almost sounded afraid that Jayce would disappear if his proclamations of devotion and admiration weren’t sincere enough. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Jayce blinked, halting his ministrations for just a moment as he released his hold on Viktor’s hair. The strands slipped from his fingers, and Jayce watched as something resembling panic blossomed in his eyes for a split second before disappearing as Jayce reached up and brushed the back of his hand against Viktor’s face. He leaned over and kissed his forehead, watching as he closed his eyes again and leaned into the heat of his touch. “Then I’ll give you what you need. But you have to tell me where.”
Again, Viktor didn’t hesitate. But he did flush a bit. “Deep inside of me. Just like the rest. Please. Don’t waste anything. Don’t you dare.”
Chuckling to himself, Jayce picked up the pace again. He was close. They both were. “Awfully demanding today, aren’t we?”
But Viktor wasn’t granted an opportunity to respond. Just as he opened his mouth, the head of Jayce’s throbbing shaft dug into his prostate again, and he gasped as his orgasm crashed into him with the combined force of an extinction-level event. His legs went limp as what little was left within him spilled against the back side of the desk, his eyes fluttering closed as they rolled back in his head. A breathless, choked sound escaped from deep within his chest as he more or less collapsed against the polished surface of the desk. He would’ve slipped right off of Jayce and down onto the floor below if Jayce hadn’t reached up and caught him under the right arm, steadying him with another hand on his left thigh. A moment later, Jayce followed suit, pressing in with an audible squelch as the rest of his seed joined their comrades within him, blanketing his insides with silky warmth.
“My god. That was incredible.” Jayce managed, pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder. He could already feel himself gradually going lax within him. What a shame. He wasn’t convinced Viktor had a fourth round in him, but he certainly did. Theoretically, at least. His refractory period disagreed.
Remaining silent for longer than expected, Viktor slowly opened his eyes, meeting Jayce’s. There was something gloomy behind them. “I… Yes. It was.”
Jayce instantly clued in, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating as he carefully helped him stand. “Viktor, are you alright? Is something wrong?”
“No, I… “ For the second time in only a few minutes' time, he wavered. “It’s nothing. I simply require a moment alone to… process. I’ll wait for you.”
Jayce looked at him in utter silence. He wasn’t offended. Far from it. But it was customary for him to take a shower shortly after being intimate with Viktor. They both did. The difference was that this time he clearly wouldn’t be joining him. Something was off. The red flags were as clear as day.
Jayce exhaled softly. He wouldn’t press him. Not now, at least.
“Okay.” Jayce leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips, one that he reciprocated, but almost distantly, initially. Almost as though his thoughts were far off. But he raised a hand to Jayce’s bicep and stroked it soothingly nonetheless, deepening their kiss before pulling away. Jayce stared, his eyes filled with an ardor that only worry could facilitate. “I’ll see you soon.”
Viktor could only nod, his smile not quite meeting his eyes.
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Jayce stewed on the implications of what had just happened in the shower for what felt like a lifetime, pondering where he’d gone wrong. Had it been something he’d said? Had he been too forceful? Should he have asked if things were getting out of hand? They had a color system in place, but…
Gods. He had to see him. He was clean enough.
Drying hastily and retrieving his robe, he returned to the study. It was a stately split-level space with two rounded half staircases that descended into the adjoining living space, replete with rich, dark wood and stylish yet comfortable furniture. Raised panels adorned the high walls where towering bookcases did not. Large leafy plants were scattered about. The kind that Jayce was certain he'd overwater if given the chance. He lacked Viktor's mythical green thumb. An oblong fireplace mounted from the pitched ceiling occupied the rightmost corner of the room, casting a warm shadow over the plush, fluffy faux fur rug spread across the majority of the dark stone floors. In truth, it was a secondary living room, but Viktor's preferences for its use were clear. And to be fair, it also boasted the best view in the house. Right out over the forested river through a pair of large, floor-length crescent windows framed in dark timber, just like the beams above them.
The desk they'd just occupied looked out over the rest of the living area from above with a vantage point over the same view. It was clear to see why he'd chosen this spot for it. But what was far less clear was why he was sitting on the floor in front of the window on the far side of the room in nothing more than his own robe.
It seemed they were a matching set.
Jayce approached cautiously, suddenly feeling as though he were attempting to corner a frightened bunny without it scampering away.
Seemingly lost in thought, Viktor was peering out over the water. His expression was placid and subdued, much the same as the current beyond the glass. Something was roiling under it. Something that Jayce simply couldn’t comprehend as things currently stood.
He lowered himself to the floor beside him, taking note of the way Viktor’s gaze briefly redirected towards him before falling over nothing in particular. It was disconcerting to see him so distant. So lost in thought over something he could only guess at. And yet, he knew what it stemmed from all the same. The suspense was killing him. What had transpired between them? What had gone wrong? How could he make Viktor whole?
Jayce meekly placed a hand on his forearm with the all the lightness of a feather, eyes pleading. “I’m sorry if that was too much. Did I take it too far?”
Viktor regarded him silently, seemingly mulling the words over. Suddenly, what he’d actually said occurred to him, and he paused, gazing deeply into his eyes as he raised his own hand and placed it overtop Jayce’s on his arm. He shook his head.
“No, you… Did precisely as I asked.” He confessed, looking down for a moment. His lips creased. “But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? You always do.”
Jayce squinted slightly. “I’m not sure I understand. Isn’t that a good thing?”
“In a sense, I suppose, but…” Viktor sighed, visibly withdrawing a bit. His shoulders fell as he glanced out over the water again. He then looked back down at Jayce’s hand under his own, the corner of his lip upturning before it fell again. He closed his eyes slowly, reopening them with a flutter.
Reaching over to brush his hand against his cheek and neck, Jayce made his voice low. Soothing. Viktor closed his eyes again, eagerly leaning into the gesture. His hand came to rest against his shoulder, “Talk to me.”
“At times, I fear that I have weaponized your admiration of me. That I have unintentionally manipulated you for my own benefit.” He confessed, the space just above the bridge of his nose creasing noticeably. He suddenly looked much older. Like a weight that hadn’t been there before had just settled onto his shoulders. “I have never once been romantically involved with someone so much younger than myself, let alone a student.”
Jayce’s eyes widened a bit. Oh. He smiled. “To be fair, I kinda came to you.”
“And I should've known better. Should exercise more restraint. And yet... I simply cannot. By all accounts, I shouldn't even find you attractive. You are young enough to be my child, and yet…” Viktor blanched at his own comment, something unpleasant stirring in his stomach. Somehow, saying that out loud had made it far too real for his liking. He cupped his face with his left hand, inhaling deeply. Gods. How had it come to this?
“And yet,” Jayce added, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him close. Viktor’s head fell against his shoulder after a brief interlude for deliberation. But he was nothing if not a creature in need of comfort. How could he deny what was so freely given to him with no strings attached?
“It changes nothing.” Viktor relented, confirming what Jayce already knew. It hadn’t been a question. They knew one another too well. “It isn't your body that I desire. It is your mind. Your insatiable, singular intellect.”
“Yeah. I know.” Jayce pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rubbing his side.
Viktor tilted his head to the side slightly, miffed. “I'm not being facetious.”
Deepening his next kiss, he brought his right arm to rest against his lap, half pulling Viktor into his lap as he cradled him as though he were something unfathomably precious. Viktor stilled as Jayce ran his hand down his thigh, massaging it. Rubbing comforting circles into his side. They remained silent for several minutes, Jayce taking in the sight of Viktor listening to his heartbeat, head against his chest, and eyes half closed. His eyes were glassy. His composure was slipping. Jayce let his left arm fall, hand landing against the outside of Viktor’s thigh, replacing his right hand as he brought it up to Viktor’s chin so that he could tilt his head back and look into his honeyed gold eyes from above. He kissed him again. Softly.
“Neither am I. I mean, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find you insanely attractive, but that’s a bonus.” He spoke slowly. Gently. As if the weight of the words needed time to sink in. “It’s always been your mind that I’ve been captivated by. I don’t think you understand just how alluring you really are.”
Viktor blushed, glancing down. A solitary tear ran down the left side of his face, leaving a moisture trail behind that Jayce hastily kissed away.
“You could have anyone, Jayce. You are young. Attractive. Brilliant.” Viktor pleaded as though he were trying to convince him, putting special emphasis on that final word. But as true as everything he’d said was, as much as he meant every syllable of every word, as much as he wanted that for him, it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t terrified that Jayce might agree with him and see the merits of his declaration. That he might leave.
He tilted his head up again, meeting his eyes with reverence as Viktor struggled to cling to the last vestiges of his composure. As he braced himself for a goodbye that he’d seen looming over the horizon the first day they’d touched. He’d just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. Not when he’d finally learned what it meant to be truly alive again.
Luckily, Jayce saw right through it.
“But I choose you, Viktor.” He spoke definitively. No indecisiveness. No regret. Only the assurance of someone who knew what they wanted.
“And I haven’t an inkling as to why.” Viktor gave him a sad smile. Truly, he was baffled. He knew Jayce spoke no falsehoods, but…
“Maybe it’s just my idealistic youth that you love teasing me about speaking, but I’ve never felt like anything less than your equal.” Jayce smiled, eyes gleaming with adoration. He paused, opening his mouth to speak before closing it again. Taking a moment to formulate a proper response. And then he continued, elaborating on his previous point. “You respect me. You inspire me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Not that I could ever top you, but still.”
“Oh, you most certainly can.” Viktor quipped despite himself, cringing internally at his timing. Now was not the time. They were having a serious discussion. But despite everything, Jayce simply stared for a moment and then cackled, shaking his head. It was good to see that the gloomy subject matter hadn’t put a damper on Viktor’s glowing sense of humor. The sass was baked in, it seemed. Chissled into his very bones. Good.
Silence fell over them again. They watched the water. Listened to the flicker of the fire. Basked in the presence of one another. After several moments of splendid, rapturous quietude, Viktor sat up, turning to face Jayce. He raised his right hand, using it to cradle Jayce’s cheek and jaw as he leaned in and kissed him with all the tender adoration that his body contained. Savoring the taste of his. His hair was a mess. He was precious. He held his face, gazing so deeply into his eyes that he swore he touched his soul.
“Thank you, Jayce.” The words came from the very depths of his soul. He felt the weight melt away. Felt reinvigorated, if not categorically drained by the evening’s escapades. Stroking his face tenderly, he smiled. And this time, his eyes glowed brilliantly in the dim light, exuding a warmth that put the fireplace to shame. “For what it’s worth, I… I’ve felt more alive in these last few months that I’ve spent with you than I have in decades.”
Gazing into his eyes, Jayce felt himself tear up. “Getting emotional in front of one of your students isn’t a good look on you, Viktor.”
Viktor scoffed. He hoped Jayce never ran out of witty rejoinders. He could be such a brat sometimes. It was very attractive. “Eh. I can’t say that I care.”
Jayce grinned, pulling him close again. He never wanted to let him go again. They could stay just as they were, even if the floor was a tad bit colder than he would’ve liked. “Good. I don’t either.”
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So um… I might be slightly obsessed with these two. To an unhealthy degree. Do you guys want more of them in their own stand-alone fic or something, because I have ideas, and I just HAVE to get them out of my body, or I think I might explode. Something about their dynamic just speaks to me. I could do so much with them. I don’t even know what to say.
… Ahem. See you in the final fic, I guess. Lol! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Jayvik BDSM Week Day 5: Though We Never Eat, We Still Know How to Feed
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Though We Never Eat, We Still Know How to Feed
(Toys + Food Play + Tickling) What better way to celebrate the first anniversary of the birth of Hextech than with a little sugary treat after hours? Viktor’s treat. And this time they will, in fact, actually be going to Viktor’s bedroom.
Notes: Day 7 is a sequel to this one! Not hugely important, but I just thought I'd mention it. Enjoy the fic!
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It had started off so innocuous. The incidental brushing of a hand against another as they both reached for the same tool. A hand placed idly upon a shoulder with no intention to confer comfort, but it had nonetheless. Eye contact that lingered just a bit too long to be purely platonic. One of them leaning over the other at an angle that put the other in a choice position.
At one point, Jayce had turned around without minding his step and waltzed right into Viktor, knocking him and the blueprints he’d been carrying to the floor. He’d apologized profusely and knelt down to offer him a helping hand, but the instant their eyes met, everything else faded away. There was no aggravation, no remorse. Just utter silence, and a sudden realization as to what they could do with it.
Neither of them spoke a word. They simply kissed.
They’d spend the next handful of weeks dancing around it until it happened again. And then, again. And again, until finally the gestures became second nature. Instinctual. A kiss on the cheek when they departed the lab together for the evening. An embrace on Jayce’s front stoop the first night that Viktor had insisted upon walking him home due to the late hour, despite the fact that they lived in Piltover and Jayce’s residence was further from the lab than his was. The first time Viktor initiated physical contact in public felt like lightning trapped in a bottle.
And it had all culminated in this one evening. This occurrence. This unforeseen circumstance that Jayce now found himself partaking in.
Whatever this was.
After disappearing for an hour or so around lunch, Viktor had remained silent the majority of the rest of the day, offering only gestures and sounds that barely qualified as words in response to Jayce’s inquiries. It had been disconcerting. But the crowning achievement of unease came later that evening. The instant the clock struck seven pm, Viktor had unceremoniously risen from his stool, calmly collected his belongings, and demanded that they clock out for the day. And that Jayce follow him.
And so, here they were, thirty minutes later. Strolling down the corridor of a typical, well-appointed upper Piltover apartment building. Well, less “strolling” and more being actively led. Viktor hadn’t let up on his unusually frantic pace since they’d left the office, and to say that it made Jayce uneasy would be a vast understatement.
“Viktor, what is this about?” Jayce inquired as they rounded a corner. Ahead of them was the last door on that end of the corridor, off to the left.
“Do you know what today is, Jayce?” Viktor fumbled with something in his pocket as they approached the door, his tone even and seemingly unbothered. Focused, despite his slightly winded state. But Jayce wasn’t convinced. He could feel it in his bones. He’d screwed up.
“I feel like I should, but I don’t. Sorry.” He confessed candidly, eyes not meeting his as he watched him continue to fumble with whatever it was he’d just taken out of his pocket, the sound of metal against metal evident. It was disconcerting to see Viktor struggle with something. He was normally so steady-handed. “You know what I am right now, though?”
Finally, Viktor located what he’d been searching for. A key on what appeared to be a relatively large key ring. Jayce couldn’t help but wonder what the others unlocked as he stared at the door in stupefaction.
“Confused. Yes, I know. Let me elaborate.” Viktor responded nonchalantly, holding up his left pointer finger to gently shush him as the key clicked into place in the keyhole and the tumblers rotated, resounding with a satisfying timbre. Viktor then began to push the door open, but Jayce halted him by softly placing his hand on his forearm.
“Shouldn’t we be getting ready for that investor's ball tonight?” It was an honest question, one born of a sudden realization as to what day and time it was. But the look in Viktor’s eyes told him everything he needed to know.
“I’m not going to that, and neither are you.” Viktor declared definitively as though this were something they’d come to an agreement on long ago.
Jayce’s eyelashes fluttered in palpable surprise as he blinked rapidly. This was news to him. Viktor’s distaste towards galas was well known, but even still, he typically tagged along for fundraiser events. “Oh, I’m not?”
Without another word, Viktor maintained eye contact with Jayce as he opened the door to the room beyond and stepped inside, beckoning him to follow. With a soft sigh and a decidedly passive shrug, Jayce obliged. And it was only then that he registered where they even were.
They’d known one another now for the better part of a year. Spent nearly every second of every day together working to bring their shared dream to fruition. But never once had Jayce been to Viktor’s apartment. Until now.
The space was neat and tidy, if a bit sparse in places; more than likely a side effect of Viktor’s demanding work schedule. Bookshelves lined a back wall, and a surprisingly comfortable-looking love seat was squeezed into the corner beside a standing lamp. The square footage of the residence seemed to be comprised mostly of potted plants and stacks of tomes, all surrounding a low round table in the center of the living space perched atop a well-worn but still attractive rug backdropped by a large, round, curtain-shrouded window. There was a small kitchen tucked off to the right, and doors to what were presumably the bedroom and bathroom off to the left. It was surprisingly cozy for such a diminutive space. In a way, it reminded him of his former residence back during his academy days.
But what immediately caught his eye was what was sitting on the table.
Sitting in the center of the room on the round table was a cake. Light blue and adorned with what appeared to be candied blueberries and whipped cream. A border depicting runic patterns wrapped around the base of the dessert, and the color scheme certainly was familiar. Wait…
“I like to tell myself that I am not typically this sentimental, but um…” Viktor trailed off, averting his gaze as he closed the door behind Jayce. He bussied himself with the task of hanging his coat on the rack near the door and slipping out of his shoes. He began to unlace his vest, aiming to grant himself some much-needed breathing room. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“You bought a Hextech-themed cake.” Jayce couldn’t stifle the little snicker that escaped his lips as his eyes went wide with childish wonder at the sight of it. Now this had been the last thing he’d expected today. He glanced over at Viktor as he gestured towards the cake, smiling. Suddenly, he didn’t care about the change of plans. “Where did you even find this?”
Viktor looked up from his place at the mirror, where he was in the process of unlacing the last few strings in the vest. The top ones were always a pain. Stylish as they might be, academy garments were a pain to undo. Suddenly, he felt a hand ghost across the small of his back as Jayce stepped into frame and leaned over his shoulder, seizing him delicately around the waist with one hand from behind, embracing him gently. He then released him and assisted with the process of removing the last offending laces. And as Viktor turned around to face him, Jayce reached up and adjusted Viktor’s overturned collar, smiling warmly at the sight of him. It was a rare thing indeed to see Viktor in such a state of undress. He was always so put together; so refined and composed.
They stared at one another for a while, gazing deeply into one another’s eyes, suddenly overly conscious of the sound of their breath at such proximity. Jayce’s hand lingered against his back, holding him close. Finally, Viktor broke their stalemate, his eyes drifting towards the kitchen.
“Eh. I commissioned it.” He said as if it were nothing special.
“You what?” Jayce’s brows raised as they furrowed, his head craning to one side in evident disbelief.
“It’s based on this sketch, if you must know,” Viktor said offhandedly as he reached into his pocket and produced a folded sheet of paper, handing it to him. He then stepped towards the kitchen to attend to something. Jayce watched him saunter away, captivated by the contours of his body in the loose fabric of his shirt. The way his fitted pants complemented his meager frame. The pitter-patter of his feet in socks juxtaposed with the rhythmic clink of his cane as it made contact with the hardwood. Jayce swallowed thickly, diverting his gaze towards the paper he’d been provided.
The sketch in question, if it could be called such a thing in good conscience, was a meticulously drawn rendering of precisely the desert in question. Rendered in a full spectrum of lovingly shaded watercolor paints, the depiction was spot on. And in contrast to what Viktor might want him to believe, it had clearly been a labor of love. A hastily cobbled together napkin sketch, this was not. He’d put thought and effort into this.
Jayce felt his face flush at the idea. He was suddenly ravenous. Insatiable.
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To the surprise of no one, it was a very good cake.
They spent the better part of an hour devouring it like slavering beasts picking apart a fresh kill, throwing scientific jargon and complex mathematical equations at one another as if anyone else’s small talk covered such topics. The time flew by in an instant, much as their first year together had. This was a celebration of that. And suddenly, neither of them cared very much at all about anything else they were missing. There would be other opportunities to secure funding. The Distinguished Innovators Competition was mere weeks away. They would make due. But the first anniversary of Hextech would only happen once. Viktor was right. They should spend it together.
And so they’d carried on well into their second slices until the exact moment that Viktor had managed to miss his face with the fork.
Jayce reached over to wipe a smattering of icing off the edge of Viktor’s jawline, only to be met with the sight of his shoulders rising in response as he reflexively jerked away. Viktor’s face turned slightly pink in realization.
“Stop that.” He retorted mawkishly, brushing Jayce’s hand away.
Jayce beamed, warm brown eyes bright and twinkling with a newfound sense of revelation. He couldn’t believe it. “You’re ticklish.”
Viktor opened his mouth to reflexively offer a counterargument, raising his right pointer finger accusatorially. But an instant later, he relented. Viktor knew how to tell when he’d lost the battle. He cringed, glancing away.
“Eh. Perhaps a bit, but-” Without warning, Jayce seized him by the collar, kissing the side of his neck as he slipped his right hand under the bottom of his shirt, brushing his fingertips against Viktor’s ribcage. He attempted to pull away, but it was far too late. He was trapped where he stood by the sheer strength of Jayce’s iron-clad hold on him. Viktor gasped, pressing his lips together tightly as he squirmed, attempting to stifle what he already felt coming. But alas, he failed. Offering little resistance, Viktor folded, letting out a choked sound followed by a burst of genuine, unadulterated laughter. Jayce gaped, eyes wide with wonder as he took in the sight of him leaning back in his arms, eyes brimming with unshed tears as he cackled.
It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
And then Viktor snorted.
The room fell silent again, all but for the sound of a ticking clock atop the mantlepiece. Viktor looked mortified. Jayce just stared, utterly amazed.
“What was that?” Jayce asked, smiling fondly.
Viktor blanched, not even noticing that Jayce’s hand still rested against his ribcage. “I’m sorry. That was… unbecoming of me.”
“Do it again.” Jayce didn’t so much as hesitate. He didn’t care what anyone else thought of his little outburst. Jayce thought it was adorable.
For a long moment, silence blanked the room like freshly fallen snow. Undisturbed and heavy. And then Viktor reached up, clutching Jayce’s cravat as he pulled him in close. And their lips met. It was like magic.
Everything around them slowed, moving as though tangled in a sea of vines. Jayce ran his hand up and down Viktor’s back soothingly as the kiss deepened, relishing the way that Viktor leaned into his touch. Jayce came up for air momentarily, the fingertips of his right hand migrating around and brushing against his navel as his left hand seized his jaw. Jayce delved in again, kissing the underside of his chin and his Adam's apple, and then Viktor groaned. Jayce paused as Viktor gazed down at him, the entire atmosphere in the room fluctuating the instant their eyes met.
There were no more words. No more sentiments to be shared betwixt them. Only action guided by the sole remaining coherent thought between them.
Bed. Now.
Jayce scooped Viktor up off the floor as he stood in one fell swoop, earning him a small yelp in response to his actions, but no further complaints as he crossed the diminutive room in a handful of steady, lengthy strides. He paused only to identify by intuition alone which door led to the bedroom before struggling to open it and realizing that it was the wrong one. Muttering a curse under his breath, he opened the second door and entered the room as Viktor chortled, shaking his head.
He practically dove into the bed with Viktor in his arms, earning him a startled cry as they bounced against the soft linen sheets. Jayce laughed in response as he sat up, turning Viktor over onto his back and grasping the buttons at the front of his shirt as he straddled the smaller man. For a brief moment, he subconsciously noted the size of Viktor’s waistline in comparison to his own hands and legs and felt the front of his trousers twitch in response. He only just resisted the urge to rip the garment open and yank it off of him. Oh yes. He would make quick work of the buttons.
But then it suddenly occurred to him.
“Wait. This is your bedroom!” Jayce remarked dramatically, grinning wolfishly as he watched the gears in Viktor’s head turn in response to his tone. The moment realization set in, Viktor pulled a face so humorless and dry that Jayce could only chuckle in response as he continued to undress him, peppering kisses along the side of his neck. Attending to every mole.
“You are never going to let me live that one down, are you?” Viktor mused, shaking his head as Jayce pressed a kiss to his warm, wet lips. He tried to conceal the way he trembled, but it did nothing to deter Jayce’s progress.
“What can I say, Viktor. You’re a man of many talents.” Jayce kissed the edge of his jaw, trailing lower to his throat. Then his collarbone. Viktor stilled, focusing on the sensation. Taking it all in. His toes curled.
You’re brilliant. Confident. Capable.” Jayce added adoringly, reaching lower to stroke his leg, kissing a trail down to Viktor’s stomach. Discarding Viktor’s shirt as he finally succeeded in weaseling it off of him.
“Compassionate, sometimes to a fault.” He snuck in slyly, kissing the skin just above his navel. “You’re a veritable fountain of witty rejoinders, Viktor..”
Viktor smiled down at him, entranced by the sight before him. Jayce’s intentions and destination were crystal clear. And Viktor simply couldn’t believe it. Jayce’s eyes met his again. Never in a million years had Viktor imagined that this moment might finally come. A year ago, in the council chambers, Jayce had nearly been banished; nearly taken his own life. And now, here they were. Save in the arms of one another. More alive than ever.
“But you’re the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Viktor feigned injury towards the remark. He pouted, eyes shimmering. Jayce felt his mouth turn dry. “I’m wounded, Jayce.”
Releasing him, Jayce gestured for Viktor to stay right where he was as he stood and sprinted into the main room. He was only gone for a moment. But when he returned, he had the cake spatula. Viktor gave him a questioning look. What in the world was going on in Jayce’s head this time?
“Let me make it up to you.” Jayce’s eyes drifted towards the small workbench Viktor had cobbled together in the far corner of the room. He recognized one of the tools instantly. Grinning almost incoherently at the prospect, he strolled over to the device and seized it. And then he returned to Viktor, kneeling down in front of him. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Resting his body weight against his arms, Viktor propped himself up partially and unclasped the front of his pants, allowing his legs to dangle over the edge of the bed as Jayce helped to reposition him, slipping them off before doing the same with his underwear. The moment Viktor’s flush flesh was exposed to the open air, he shuddered. Jayce took the wedge-shaped spatula and spread what little remained of its contents down the front of him from his navel to the base of his now-exposed shaft, grinning. Then, Jayce reached over and gently grasped Viktor’s right leg, bringing it to rest on his shoulder as he lowered himself to the correct height and guided Viktor’s hand to rest atop his head before releasing it and bringing his hand to rest against Viktor’s lower back. He stroked his left hand along Viktor’s weaker leg, soothing him as he eagerly awaited his guidance. Viktor stared down at him, dumbfounded by the spectacle unfolding before him. It was messy and utterly ridiculous. It was very Jayce.
“Rest assured, I will hold you to that.” Viktor guaranteed far too seriously.
With little more than a nod, Jayce set to work. He used the flat of his tongue to lick a trail down towards Viktor’s length, lapping at the combination of marzipan icing and whipped cream that covered his skin. Viktor’s breath hitched as Jayce pressed a kiss to the midsection of his erection, sending a pleasant, if not nominally torturous tingle straight up to the tip of his engorged shaft. His fingers coiled in his hair as he stared down at him. A moment later, he felt Jayce’s mouth slip over the top of him, and he threw his head back, letting out a small whimper. Gods.
Sucking firmly as he spread sugary residue up the length of Viktor’s shaft, Jayce traced the outline of the artery that ran along the length of him with his tongue, pressing lightly. Viktor saw stars, his fingers not quite digging into Jayce’s scalp as he gradually guided him forward in a rhythm, pressing the head of his erection further into Jayce’s waiting throat.
The feel of him was exquisite. The warmth of his mouth and lips, his throat and tongue, as maddening as they were wordlessly pleasurable. Slowly, he increased the speed of his ministrations at Viktor’s behest, sucking and lapping in warm waves as Viktor trembled like a leaf in a storm. And then, unexpectedly, Viktor jerked and let out a strangled cry, his eyes darting straight down as a jolt of something wholly unexpected shot through him.
The resonance rod was a tool that emitted different frequencies of vibration. They had devised it to use in a variety of applications early on in the prototyping phase, as their equations allowed for it to become a reality. Viktor had borrowed it from the lab to tinker with, but now… Jayce was willing to believe it could serve an entirely different purpose. And he’d been correct. Because the moment he’d pressed the thin rod along the underside of Viktor’s rear and engaged it, he’d nearly dissolved like organic matter in hydrochloric acid.
The vibrations shot straight through Viktor’s perineum, lightly stimulating his prostate as Jayce continued to attend to him orally. Jayce felt Viktor’s fingers stroke his scalp comfortingly as his length twitched in his mouth. They held eye contact as Viktor released his grip on Jayce’s head, inviting him to choose his own path forward. He would not force him, even if he knew there would be no hard feelings between them for doing so. He was only willing to use Jayce to a certain extent. Only so long as it added to their mutual pleasure. Jayce was not a thing to be used. He was dear to him. So very dear. He was far more important to him than that. Than a thing to be utilized for something as base and insignificant to him as a carnal desire. Than anyone had been and ever would be. But Jayce only doubled down, swallowing as much of Viktor’s engorged shaft as he could manage to take down without choking. He longed to know if Viktor’s release was anything as sweet as the taste of his skin, icing or not.
Jayce felt the muscles in Viktor’s shaft expand and contracted, twitching violently. And then a moment later, something hot and thick made contact with the back of his throat. Viktor gasped as though he’d just been punched in the gut, the muscles in his lower back, stomach, and thighs quaking and quivering like the aftershock of a pyroclastic flow as Viktor’s release enveloped him in a sweltering, halcyon-inducing haze, his release gushing out of him in deeply satisfying spurts as Jayce increased the frequency of the vibration.
He gazed upon Viktor with pride, watching as he came apart at the seams in front of him. Even as Viktor hissed in discomfort at the way the muscles in his weaker leg flexed painfully, he still stared down at Jayce through half-lidded eyes in a potent mixture of heady pleasure and adoration.
After what felt like a lifetime, Viktor finally spoke.
“Well, so long as we're experimenting with alternate use cases for Hextech,” Viktor said, a somewhat drunk look on his face as he gazed at Jayce through mostly closed eyelids. His breath came in flimsy spurts, and his arms trembled under his scant weight, but he wasn’t willing to tap out just yet. “Do you believe the resonance rod could be used… internally?”
Jayce stared, taking note of the mischievous look on Viktor’s face. And then he blushed a deep shade of crimson. Oh. Oh my. There was only one way to find out, wasn’t there? “Scientists seek discoveries,” indeed. It seemed that now might be the perfect time to conduct a few controlled field experiments. Jayce smiled bashfully, suddenly very self-conscious.
The night was young. They had nothing but time.
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Now they’re going to have to sanitize the tools hehe! I’m living for some of these comments you all have left! I hear your cries for commune Jayvik. Don’t worry, I’m cooking up something longer for that! Check back sometime next week! I’m pretty sure it will be ready by then!
As always, thanks for reading! See you in the next oneshot! Bye-bye!
Jayvik BDSM Week Day 4: I Wanna Have You to Myself For Once
Word count 7.2k! AO3 Link
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I Wanna Have You to Myself For Once
(Adrenaline + CNC) Politics are boring. Jayce asks Viktor to surprise him. To spice things up a bit. Viktor is more than happy to oblige. After all, the new experimental hoverboard that the Firelights have been working on needs a test run, and Viktor is nothing if not inventive...
Notes: Welcome to day 4! Just a quick note: I've been quiet for 3 days because I have been WRITING lol! I am finishing up day 7 as we speak, and days 5 and 6 are already complete! Day 6 and 7 will go up tomorrow and the day after, between 1pm CDT and 6pm CDT, and day 5 is going up right after this one. Yup, you get TWO CHAPTERS TODAY! Enjoy reading that one after this one :D
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Like a stifling summer breeze, the Noxians had rolled in from the northeast.
They’d arrived in the dead of night at Ambessa Medarda’s request, her fleet making itself at home within the harbor. They hadn’t quite blockaded it, but the implication to Piltover’s council was clear. There were demands to be met, and rebellion was not a course of action to be considered lightly against some of the best-trained legionnaires in Runeterra. And of course, there was only one thing that could slake the matriarch of the Medarda clan’s thirst. A weapon.
Mel had done her best to run interference between her mother and Jayce, but her mother would not be dissuaded. And after a meeting with her and a not-so-subtle hint as to his possible fate, Jayce had seen the writing on the wall a mile off. If Ambessa wanted access to Hextech, then she would need access to its founders. And he would not allow that to happen.
Waking with a start, he’d sprinted to Viktor’s apartment in the dead of night, rousing him from his peaceful slumber with a relentless barrage of knocks against the door. When the door had finally opened, he’d been groggy and bewildered. Jayce never came to his apartment, especially at an hour like this. And especially after he’d asked him to take it easy for a few days, worried that he was punching himself too hard. But the moment he’d seen the terror in Jayce’s eyes, clarity had hit him like a battering ram.
Jayce had pleaded with him to pack light and flee Piltover until it was safe to return. Viktor had demanded that they bring Sky along for her own protection. If the Noxians got even the faintest whiff that she might be involved with their research, she would become an obvious target. Little more than an hour later, the three of them had crossed the Bridge of Progress with nothing more than what they could carry on their backs.
That had been nearly five months ago.
In retrospect, it had been a mistake. Not because they weren’t safe, but because Jayce hadn’t gone with them.
He’d told himself that they would be safer without him there. As far as he knew, Ambessa didn’t know about either of them, and he wanted to keep it that way. Fleeing would’ve put a target on their backs. But as he sat awake on the balcony of his apartment turned temporary workshop, face in his hands, he couldn’t help but long for the ability to turn back time.
Written correspondence was out of the question. It would be intercepted long before it reached either of them. Perhaps it already had. How was he to know if either of them had attempted to reach them? How was he to know if either of them was even still alive? What if the Noxians had discovered them that night as they’d crossed the bridge into Zaun and apprehended them? For all he knew, they’d been spirited away to some clandestine holding facility where they were withering away in darkness.
Jayce shook his head as if he could physically dislodge the notion from his mind before taking a final sip of his drink. He’d just returned from another gala, ostensibly to keep up appearances. But in truth, he cared very little about that sort of thing anymore. He simply wanted Viktor back. Wanted to know that he was healthy and safe. Zaun had recently made a bid for independence. Perhaps, as strange as it was to even consider, it was the safest place that he could be right now, even with the unchecked rioting.
Zaun was his home, and Viktor possessed a certain degree of street savvy. As much as Jayce wished he didn’t need to be one, he was a survivor. Viktor was no stranger to hardship and adversity. He would make due. But he was also running out of time. They both were.
He’d stumbled into the lab a few hours after they’d had a disagreement to speak to him. To clear the air between them. Viktor mattered far more to Jayce than pleasing the whims of the Noxians, even if it meant having to let Mel down as gently as he could. Hextech weapons were off the table if his heart wasn’t in it, and Viktor had been adamant about his disgust at the very concept. He’d said no, and Jayce refused to allow a rift to tear them apart, especially when Viktor had needed him the most. His recent diagnoses had been a terrible blow to his state of mind. He’d discovered Viktor in the midst of performing a terrible experiment on himself, carving runes into his flesh with an X-Acto knife. Nearly about to inject himself with a new strain of Shimmer. He’d only barely managed to stop him in time.
It had led to their first kiss. To what he would consider to be their first genuine act of strictly non-platonic intimacy with one another. To Viktor divulging the true depths of his affection for him, something he’d been shocked to learn that Jayce reciprocated. But after doing some soul searching of his own shortly after Viktor’s diagnosis, he’d already tentatively landed on a crush being a possible explanation as to why the concept of losing him was so utterly unfathomable. Cait had tossed the idea at him as a lighthearted jest in an effort to add levity to what had otherwise been a miserable conversation between the two of them, but the more he’d thought about it, the more it had made more and more sense. And the moment he saw Viktor like that in their lab, alone and forlorn, vulnerable. So desperately in need of his comfort. The moment he’d wrapped his arms around Viktor and sheppated him to the safety of his apartment just to take him away from that place. The moment he’d burst into tears from how utterly helpless he felt to do anything meaningful about his condition, and Jayce, without thinking, had pulled him into a searing kiss to soothe his suffering, he had known in his heart that it was the only truth between them. He would never leave him. Not again.
He’d agreed to put his political career on hold. To help Viktor create the cure that he so desperately needed. And then, the Noxians had arrived.
And now, here he stood on his balcony. Alone again while Viktor was somewhere so far away that he could only imagine the sound of his voice. He looked down at his drink, swishing its contents idly. It was far too diluted to be worth drinking now. Nothing more than colorful, expensive flat sparkling water. Subconsciously, he suddenly registered the low hum of something approaching, but he couldn’t pinpoint its location. He leaned over the rail to get a better look at the ground level five stories below, only for something to drop down from above. Three hooded individuals in long trench coats donning expressionless animal-themed masks.
The Firelights.
He’d heard more about them than he’d seen, which didn’t say much considering the fact that he’d never seen them before, let alone come face to face with them before now. They’d been giving the Noxians a run for their money as of late, intercepting supply shipments and redistributing the goods to the needy people of Zaun’s poorest districts. It was a noble enough cause. Tensions between the twin cities had never been higher, at least from what Jayce could recall, and supply blockades to the city had been brutal, especially after someone had bombed the empty capital building two months ago with an improvised Hextech weapon. Ambessa had become very insistent about a Hextech weapon being created after that, and it was becoming more and more difficult to come up with excuses.
Still, he’d never heard of them coming this far into the city. And what did they want with him?
Backing up against the wall, Jayce watched them nervously. They were still standing astride their hoverboards, looking about as the shorter of the three in the center kept their eyes on him. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the tallest individual of the trio turned to the center Firelight and nodded. It seemed that they had confirmed something.
“You’ve got ten minutes. Max. There are Enforcers everywhere.” He said. And then, without warning, he and the other Firelight darted away, leaving a trail of green energy behind them as they shot back up onto the roof. Jayce felt his blood freeze in his veins as the one they’d seemingly been escorting hovered closer, grasping one of the posts that held up the covered balcony. They disembarked, hopping over the ledge with a huff and a loud click, their board disengaging and seemingly magnetizing to a strap on their back. The blue glow reminded him of something, actually.
Jayce felt utterly cornered. He wasn’t armed. The closest thing he had to a weapon was a crystal spirit glass, and he doubted it would do much against the full-body coverage that their hooded coat provided. He held up a hand, attempting to halt their approach. Perhaps he could reason with them? Talk this out? Whatever this was. “Wait, I-”
But before he could finish speaking, they reached up and lowered their hood, and a mop of familiar brown hair spilled out to just above the shoulder. Jayce gawked as they removed the mask. It couldn’t be. But it was.
“Viktor?!” Jayce didn’t think. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Here, standing in front of him after what felt like a lifetime, was Viktor, alive and seemingly well. He looked tired, but in a different way than he had when he’d last laid eyes upon him. But most importantly, he appeared to be breathing well, and his posture was noticeably less strained. Jayce stepped forward and nearly snatched him off his feet, tugging him into an adoring embrace. Holding him tightly against himself before releasing him and cupping his face between his hands so that he could get a better look at him. His golden eyes were just as beautiful as he remembered. Jayce choked back tears of joy. “My god, Viktor… It’s been so long. How have you been?”
Viktor gave him the same fond look that he’d missed so dearly, and Jayce instantly melted. He’d missed that little smile and that twinkle in his eyes more than Viktor could ever imagine.
“Eh. I’ve only fallen off the new prototype hoverboard once this week, so… “ He started to lighten the mood, but then he paused, taking in the state of Jayce. He looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. But it was more than that. Dare he say as much, Jayce looked a bit run down. As if life had done its level best to stomp him under its heel during his absence. Viktor hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder before reaching over to adjust his cravat, a knowing look in his eyes. He knew what true exhaustion looked like better than anyone. “I trust life as a counselor has been… interesting?”
Jayce shook his head, a wild look in his eyes.
“Anything but. I can’t get anything done. Every five seconds, there’s another disaster. Another budget proposal that doesn’t accomplish anything. The Noxians have me cornered, and they're breathing down my neck about a weapon. And if I have to go to one more of Salo’s parties, I-“ Jayce paused, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath in an attempt to ground himself before opening his eyes again. And when he did, they were filled with nothing short of longing. He sighed, eyes welling with unspent tears. He had missed talking to Viktor so much more than even he himself had realized. Having someone to confide in who understood him, who would never judge him, only listen and gently shepherd him in the right direction. He needed him. “I miss you, Viktor. Miss the lab. Miss us. Get me out of here.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Jayce,” Viktor said softly, a noticeable tinge of sorrow hanging from his words. He stroked Jayce’s arm tenderly.
Jayce grimaced. “I’m serious.”
Viktor glanced off to the side momentarily, eyes searching for something he sensed that Jayce did not. Jayce went rigid. Anxiety permeated the air for what felt like ages, but in reality was only a few fleeting seconds. Finally, he turned his attention back to Jayce, his eyes dead serious. They had that hint of wild madness in them that Jayce knew could only mean one thing. The gears in his head were turning. He had something risky in mind.
“Do you truly mean that?” His voice was low. Hushed. Weighty as the grave.
“Every bit of it.” Jayce didn’t hesitate. He was serious. More serious perhaps than he had ever been about anything besides the two of them. “Do whatever you want with me. I don’t care. Just… Please. I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this.”
It was clear from Viktor’s subtly sympathetic facial expression alone that Viktor sympathised with every word he’d just spoken. Jayce spoke no falsehoods. Viktor nodded, deep in thought. “Hm. Let me see what can be done. Keep an eye out.”
Jayce exhaled heavily. A great weight had just been lifted from his weary shoulders. If Viktor said that he would do something, then it would be done. Exigently. Viktor was not a man of half measures. He would get this done. Jayce had every confidence in him. “That’s more than I deserve. Thank you.”
Reaching up to brush a stray piece of hair from Jayce’s face, Viktor offered him a subtle, empathetic smile. “You deserve the world, Jayce. Nothing less.”
—
It had all happened so fast.
Jayce had sent the next day in good spirits for the first time in a while, his skin still tingling like he’d had a brush with electricity where Viktor had touched him. He felt light, his heart fluttering like a feather caught in the breeze. And then the newspapers had printed a new headline.
—
Breaking News
The Noxian Fleet Takes the Fight to the Insurrectionists.
Having the esteemed Noxian General Ambessa Medarda in our waters has proven to be a valuable commodity. Last night, Rictus, second in command to the General, led a small detachment from her warband in an unprecedented ambush against the Undercity insurrectionist group known as the Firelights. Sources from within her ranks confirm that the bandits were attempting to intercept a supply convoy containing valuable contraband, but were taken unawares by the additional security and forced into open combat. Several members of the group were captured and taken into Noxian custody, and the rest were struck down in the ensuing skirmish. Those captured are currently awaiting further punishment in Stillwater Hold. A date has not been given for their trials.
For further details, please refer to page 6…
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He’d felt his blood run colder than true ice. It had occurred the same night that he’d last spoken to Viktor. When they’d last seen one another; last felt the warmth of his skin and the silky strands of his hair. He’d departed with the other Firelights and disappeared into the night, planning to regroup with the rest of their squad that they’d stolen a moment away from so that Viktor could come and speak with him. Only to walk right into an ambush.
At best, he was languishing at the bottom of Stillwater Hold where the gods themselves could not hear their cries for help, suffering under the mercy of whatever undoubtedly cruel torments the Noxians had in store for them.
At worst…
He’d spent the next handful of days going through the motions, only holding himself together just long enough to marginally keep up appearances so that he could fall apart in private. Viktor had come back for him. He probably wouldn’t have even been out that night if not for a desire to see Jayce and test out his unique Hextech modified hoverboard. And now the odds of ever seeing him again were close to zero.
Jayce couldn’t abide it. Couldn’t live with it. He’d immediately started pulling strings. Begging Caitlyn to go through reports and records. So far, she’d found nothing. And that alone put the fear of god in him. Caitlyn always found something. It was what she did best. But not this time.
So Jayce had started digging himself. He’d paid Mel a visit and asked her to keep an eye out for his mother. He’d spent countless sleepless nights foraging through the city records. Today, he’d taken a visit to Stillwater Hold in person, demanding to see the prisoners. Hoping on hope that he would find Viktor there and not in a mass grave dug by Ambessa’s men. They’d turned him away at the front desk, claiming that they were short-staffed and underfunded and, as such, unable to provide the necessary security detail for him to go to that level of the prison. He hadn’t believed a word of it. He’d ordered their files to find their way to his desk by the time he arrived tomorrow morning, or there would be hell to pay.
And then he’d gone home with little more to show for his efforts other than the bottomless well of anxiety brewing in his stomach, and what would undoubtedly be the most troubled night of sleep he’d ever had. But as he’d turned the corner, approaching the building where Viktor’s apartment had once been, something rustled behind him. Assuming it to be nothing more than a cat chasing some unfortunate creature into the nearby bushes, Jayce turned towards the sound. And the next thing he knew, he was on his chest on the ground, something making impact with his legs and sending him tumbling forward. In an instant, his hands were bound behind his back, his mouth was gagged, and a blindfold found its way over his eyes. His ankles followed suit. He struggled against his assailents -several of them, if the pitter-patter of leather boots against damp pavement was anything to go by- but it was no use. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing. Someone pulled him to his feet, guiding him forward. He felt something metal click under his feet, tethering slightly as he added weight to it. Someone joined him. And then suddenly the solidity of terra firma disappeared from beneath him as he found himself rocking forward into the night sky, his eardrums vibrating from the sound of rocket propulsion.
They went a ways, bobbing and weaving over the roofs and between tall buildings. He felt the mist of the bay and the shift in the air as they crossed open water, the vibration of metal and pavement prevalent. A bridge? He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t think. Everything was too fast and too loud, including his heartbeat. He could scarcely detect anything else. If not for the hum of the device transporting him being as faint as it was now that they were moving along at a steady pace, he wouldn’t be able to hear anything aside from the thundering of his own heartbeat as it hammered against the inside of his ribcage.
And then he felt his stomach tumble and turn as air rushed past him, and he plummeted down into the depths of something vast and unfathomable. The air was noticeably denser wherever they were heading, and the echo of the space around them reverberated in his ears like a beetle caught in a gallon drum. The contraption pitched at terrifying angles, soaring at unprecedented speeds as the space narrowed and they squeezed through something unseen, but even still, he could feel how close the walls were. Hear the echo dampen as the walls closed in on him. The hiss of steam and the rumble of distant machinery. The murkiness of the air as they cut a swath through it.
And then he passed out.
—
When Jayce came to, he was in complete darkness. Not the sort you might find in a space that contained windows, starlight and ambient light shining in from beyond. True darkness characteristic of a space that no light could penetrate. There were no places that it could come from. Just utter, inky blackness, and the silence that followed. Just the sound of his own breath as he struggled to consume enough oxygen to sustain himself, his heart thumping away in his chest.
He stayed there for what felt like several lifetimes. He tried his binds. No, they were far too solid to wiggle free from. Metal now instead of the fibers that he’d been bound by before. There was a sack of some sort over top his head, stifling him even further. He could feel the damp of sweat on his scalp, in his hair, and against his face as it ran down his neck.
Suddenly, the pervasive sound of a rusty hinge creaking to life shattered the silence. Someone stepped inside, and the door closed behind them.
Jayce’s subconscious pleaded with him to stay still. To feign unconscious just a bit longer. To let them draw close in a bid to check his binds. Perhaps he could headbutt them and scramble around blindly for a key. But it was a foolhardy fantasy, fleeting as it was fallible.
The metal floor beneath him creaked as the individual drew closer. He panted, thrashing about as he tried to wiggle free but gained no purchase against the slippery floor below. They stopped, kneeling at his side. He could feel their warmth, their breath as it ghosted across his skin and rustled the fabric of his collar. And then panic set in, genuine and true. He might’ve pleaded for his life if he’d been capable of speech. But even without the addition of a gag, his brain couldn’t formulate comprehensible words. His mind was racing a mile a minute, his heart battering so hard against his sternum that the muscles in his chest ached as he trembled.
The moment the hand touched him, he yelped. He jerked away, mumbling curses under his breath that even he did not understand as a hand came to rest against his chest, pressing lightly. Then, it disappeared momentarily, only to find its way to the side of his neck a moment later. He attempted to pull free from willpower alone, but as the individual removed the sack from his head and brushed the damp hair from his face with surprising gentleness, he could only whimper. Gods. Who was this, and what did they have in store for him? Had he outlived his usefulness to Ambessa after asking too many questions and not providing satisfactory results?
He wasn’t ready yet. Not like this. Not now.
They removed the gag first. He didn’t think. He simply gasped and then shouted. “Hold on, wait, please! Don’t, I-”
They leaned over him, face hovering just above the side of his. And then, without waning, they pressed a kiss to his forehead, stroking his hair comfortingly as they undid the blindfold. Jayce bucked and blinked, his eyes failing to adjust to the darkness. And then he heard their voice.
“Jayce.”
It was barely more than a whisper, but he recognized it instantaneously.
His eyes darted over to his left, and he came face to face with someone he’d thought he’d lost forever. A gasp tore past his lips as Jayce stared up at him, chest heaving from the effort it took for him to draw breath. He knew those eyes anywhere, even in the dark. Even when he couldn’t see.
“Viktor…”
Jayce hadn’t noticed just how much he was trembling until he heard himself speak. He couldn’t believe it. He simply couldn’t. But there he was, leaning over him, running his fingers through his hair as if to stave off his fears and soothe his very soul. Sympathetic golden eyes boring into his own with immeasurable regret. “I’m so sorry, Jayce. It was the only way…”
Viktor helped Jayce steady himself as he sat up, wincing at the way his abdominal muscles ached all of a sudden. The adrenaline was slowly dissipating from his system, and full-body fatigue was replacing it.
“T-there was a news report a few days ago. The Noxians- “ Jayce stated. But a knowing look from Viktor silenced him instantly. It was clear that Viktor already knew precisely what he was talking about.
“It was fabricated, Jayce,” Viktor said gently as he unlocked the cuffs at his back, rubbing his bicep soothingly. His arms had to be sore after spending a while lying on them in that position. And his back, for that matter. “We did get into an altercation with the Noxians that night over a shipment, and a few of us were injured, but no one was captured or killed. Fortunately.”
Jayce stared at him, dumbfounded. So the article that had caused him so much anguish hadn’t even been accurate? He believed Viktor, truly he did, but… why? Who in their right mind had approved of such poppycock?
“The press were merely dramatizing the circumstances to paint the Noxians in a better light, as Piltover is want to do, given the present state of affairs.” Viktor continued derisively as if the words left a foul taste on his tongue.
He watched Jayce rub his slightly sore wrists, taking time to internalize what Viktor was saying to him. And then, without warning, Jayce reached across the meager distance between them and pulled Viktor into his arms, utterly and completely enveloping him. He buried his face in his shoulder, paying no mind to the way his hair blinded him. “Oh, thank god.”
Slowly, Viktor raised his arms up to cradle Jayce in turn, reciprocating the gesture. Jayce hummed in contentment. He needed this. Badly. And he was content to stay there forever, basking in the pleasant scent of Viktor’s skin, and the subtle warmth of his body. If it was possible to smell like starlight, he did. But after a minute or so, Viktor interrupted their interlude.
“Come with me,” He intertied, releasing him as he pulled away slowly. Jayce glanced over at Viktor, taking note of the fact that he did indeed have his crutch with him. It was leaning against the door frame a few feet away. Ah, so that had been why he’d gotten down on the floor with him like that. Crawling over him would be easier than walking over a floor this slippery.
Jayce stood, offering him a hand, and the two of them retreated to the door. Or, at least they started to.
“Wait… You’re limping.” Jayce observed as Viktor paused in front of the door to open it, leaning on his crutch. It was only then that he noticed that Viktor’s posture was noticeably better, and he didn’t seem as winded as he typically did when he walked somewhere. Good.
Viktor grasped the handle, unlatching it, and pulled the door open.
The space was instantly flooded with soft ambient light, a stark contrast to the absolute darkness that they’d been contending with up until then. Lanterns hung on cables that spanned the length of various parts of the vast cylindrical walls of the Firelight base, making the open air space feel oddly cozy. Various outbuildings cobbled together from a mishmash of scraps of metal and wood lined the walls at a myriad of heights with pathways snaking between them, providing shelter to those in need. And at its center stood a colossal tree, resplendent and defiant in the face of what life typically meant to the people of the underground. Several structures were built into it, and if Viktor’s change of direction was anything to go off of, that was where they were headed.
The space was colorful. Hopeful. Unlike anything Jayce had ever seen.
“As I said, there were injuries. It is a bruise. Don’t worry yourself.” Viktor responded nonchalantly as they made their way up the gradually sloping steps to their destination.
For a moment so fleeting that it was barely worth considering, Jayce contemplated the possibility that Viktor might’ve attempted the experiment on himself again, but he shook his head, dispelling the notion. He chose to trust him. Besides, he was wearing his brace and using the crutch. And he had no access to the Hexcore. It had been destroyed, in fact. Perhaps Jayce was becoming too accustomed to worst-case scenarios.
Eventually, they came to a stop in front of a door just below the very top of the structure. Viktor unlocked it, pushing it open. Jayce followed him inside and was immediately struck by the coziness of the space. The entire living space consisted of one large round room with a kitchenette at the back. To their left, under a round repurposed stained glass window, was a comfortable-looking bed buried under a questionable quantity of pillows and linen. Stacks of books littered the space just past it. Astoundingly, there was a wood-burning fire with a ventilation pipe running into the ceiling next to a comfortable-looking chair that sat atop a woven rug. The sitting area was positioned against the bare surface of the tree, the only “wall” that wasn’t covered in diagrams and doodles that Viktor had drawn. An improvised wardrobe, presumably containing clothing, was tucked in the space a few feet away from the head of the bed with a wicker basket full of already folded laundry next to it. Apparently, Viktor hadn't found the time to put it away. A small work table was tucked in the closest thing to a corner the room had next to a table with a single, solitary chair. Viktor had even managed to procure a tea set. Despite being attached to a tree, there were several potted plants to the right of the sitting area, taking up most of the space in front of the room’s largest window. Because of course they were. He imagined Viktor’s plant-loving sensibilities adored it.
It was lived in, but tidy. None of the decorations were expensive, but the place certainly didn’t lack charm or love. And an overhead skylight allowed light to spill into the place from above. Jayce was willing to bet it was stunning during the day. All warm wood tones and cozy blankets. The kind of place you wanted to sit and read a book for hours. It was very Viktor.
Jayce genuinely found it captivating.
“We’re here.” Viktor activated a fluorescent lantern and set it on the low table in front of the living chair. It blanketed the entire room in a faint amber glow. He then adjusted the curtains in front of the back window before returning to Jayce. He sat down on the edge of the bed with his feet near the door, working to remove his brace. He was eager to rest, something they subconsciously agreed on. “I’ll admit, it isn’t much, but-”
“It’s perfect,” Jayce interjected, joining him. Carefully, he began to undo the latches and straps, being mindful of areas that had more give. He didn’t want to catch any skin. He lifted Viktor’s leg and brought it to rest against his lap, smiling at him fondly as he undid the last buckles. “You’re perfect.”
Smiling fondly, Viktor stepped away to make himself more comfortable. Jayce could only strip down to his undergarments and his thinnest shirt. He hadn’t exactly been able to pack a bag, something that seemed to occur to him as he approached. He paused before joining him on the bed, clenching his teeth awkwardly. Jayce loved it when he made that face.
“Make a list. I’ll see it taken care of.” He said offhandedly as he sat down across from him in the middle of the bed. Viktor brought his hand to rest above the upper portion of Jayce’s thigh, stroking gently. Jayce exhaled headily, closing his eyes. Focusing on the feel of Viktor’s thin fingers caressing his body. Until the precise moment Viktor scoffed in disbelief.
When he opened his eyes, the trajectory of Viktor’s gaze told him everything he needed to know. He’d been found out.
“After everything you’ve endured today, you still have the energy for that?” he mused disbelievingly, gripping a little tighter. Jayce’s thigh twitched. But it wasn’t the only thing that did. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed.
Jayce flushed, caught red-handed. There was no point in running from the truth. He’d spent enough time doing that the last few months to last him the rest of his life. “I’ve wanted to ever since I realized it was you back there.”
Viktor fell silent, seemingly considering something. And then he leaned in and seized Jayce's mouth in a tender, reverential kiss, leaning over him as he pinned him against the wall. Everything around them stilled as Jayce snaked a hand up to the back of Viktor’s neck, holding him. Savoring the scent of his skin and the taste of his lips as their kiss deepened.
Finally, they both came up for air. And as they did, Jayce took in the sight of Viktor sitting before him in little more than a loose shirt that hung low past his waist. The smaller man reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of his own face, smiling sincerely. “Then what are you waiting for, Jayce?”
Jayce didn’t think. He didn’t hesitate. He simply grasped him by the waist and dove back into the blankets with him, caging him with his body.
He made short work of his clothing, hastily unbuttoning the loose garment with a level of efficiency that would’ve been deeply impressive under any other circumstances. But now was not the time to comment on such things, let alone acknowledge them. Now was the time to feel Viktor’s skin against his own. To caress his body and explore every crevice of his mouth as he devoured him whole.
He peeled the garment off of him, grasping his underwear and practically ripping them off of him. Jayce paused momentarily, half registering what he’d just done, and expecting a look of disapproval in response. But instead, Viktor peered up at him with lust twinkling in his eyes, curiosity piqued. Jayce hastily slipped his own shirt over his head and discarded it in some random direction, leaning over Viktor and pinning him to the bed on his back as he stared down at him, his eyes overflowing with ardor.
Viktor’s fingers traced a path from Jayce’s clavicle down his sternum, his open palm coming to rest against his stomach. He paused his journey, leaning in to take Jayce’s pert nipple into his mouth, running his tongue along the circumference of his areola. Jayce shuddered, his eyes darkening with unquenched thirst as he skipped all further foreplay and reached down, dragging his fingers up his thigh and stopping just shy of his erection. His breath hitched in response, his hand pressing against Jayce’s stomach as he switched sides, attending to the other bud in much the same way as he had the first. Viktor tiptoed his fingers in a teasing trail down to the hem of Jayce’s underwear, savoring the way he moaned as he brushed the tips of his fingers against Jayce’s throbbing erection.
As if he could no longer abide the sensation of fabric touching his body, Jayce removed his hand and slipped out of the last remaining part of his outfit. Now there was nothing between them but unruly atoms and molecules. Nothing but skin flush with blood. Nothing but Viktor’s hand. At least until he gently grasped it, pulling it off of himself despite how euphoric it was to finally have Viktor touch him. To feel his long, slender fingers wrap around his throbbing shaft, digits slick with precum.
“You should have me kidnapped more often.” Jayce chuckled, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “If I’d known before that fear had this effect on me…”
It was Viktor’s turn to chuckle. He closed his eyes and turned his head, audaciously licking a trail from Jayce’s ear to the valley of his shoulder. He groaned as he tasted the salt of his skin, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat and jaw as he nuzzled him with his face. Savoring his musky scent.
"As I told you once before, Jayce, don’t tease me with a-ah!” Viktor wasn’t afforded the chance to finish speaking. Jayce seized his mouth in another scorching kiss, sucking on his bottom lip as he paused for breath and rested his body weight on his elbow so that he could slip his hand under the small of Viktor’s back, pulling him close. Seizing them both in his hand.
He could feel Viktor’s breath on the skin of his neck. The pounding of his heart against his own as their chests collide. Could feel the way he buckled up into his hand, eager if not desperate for his touch. The way their swollen, weeping shafts felt as they pressed against one another in his grasp. Jayce shushed him tenderly, kissing a trail from his forehead down to the mole near his mouth. Bringing his body to rest against Viktor’s with just enough room to still breathe, his arm wrapping around his back as the other worked them against one another.
Viktor reached up and grasped his back, leaning in as Jayce sucked on his earlobe and grasped his hip with the hand he’d been using to stimulate them up until that point, pressing their pelvis together. Viktor cried out, muffling himself with the back of his hand as he clenched his eyes shut and rode out each wave of intense pleasure their relentless contact brought.
He tried to communicate something. Tried to say something profound to Jayce to express the depths of just how deeply he desired him; how carnally he wanted him. How good it felt to be serviced by him. But his inability to speak communicated the concept just as well as Jayce leaned in, absorbing every sweet nothing that Viktor could provide as though he were a sponge sapping up excess moisture. Viktor was an angelic creature, tempting him with hymns and scripture in the form of keening cries and breathless gasps as his end approached. Jayce could feel him throbbing relentlessly in his hand as he leaned back and kissed him slow and deep, lapping at the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Pulling away to attend to his chest. They were close now. So very close. But it wasn’t enough. Jayce wanted to crawl into his skin with him. To be so close that where one of them started and the other ended became utterly indiscernible. He wanted the waves of pleasure that lapped against them like the tide under the sway of the moon to last forever. Eternal, just like their love.
Jayce flicked the tip of Viktor’s shaft, and he went crashing over the edge, taking Jayce with him. It wasn’t the feeling of him that unraveled Jayce. It was the sound. Gods, it was the way Viktor screamed his name as though it were the only word he knew. The way he repeated it in a soaring decrescendo from high to low as his voice slowly returned to its original pitch and timbre, if not a bit lower. The way he curled his toes and dug his nails into Jayce’s back, scoring him like stone boring into wet clay, legs trembling as Jayce stroked him into near overstimulation.
Neither of them could breathe when it was over. Jayce simply collapsed atop him, closing his eyes as his chest heaved. And then, a kiss against his jawline, softer than silk, and fainter than falling snow as a hand reached up to caress his shoulder all the way down to the small of his back.
“Don’t go back.” Viktor pleaded breathlessly, his face damp as the weight of everything that had just occurred settled over them. He clutched Jayce to him as though he were a lifeline; a waypoint in shifting sands. Like he was the only thing of value he had left to cling to. “Stay here. With me. Don’t go back. Please.”
Jayce could only nod in confirmation as the call of the abyss dragged him into blissful slumber. Right there in Viktor’s embrace where he belonged.
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Jayce blinked slowly, eyelids heavy with sleep. He felt sunlight cascading over his body, warm and all-encompassing. And then the blankets shifted.
Oh, so that had been real, after all…
Opening his eyes slowly as he allowed them to adjust to the surprising brightness of the space, Jayce’s gaze fell low, sweeping over the bundle of blankets that clung to him. And then realization flooded his body.
He saw it now. You had to squint, but it was visible if you were close enough. The faint glow of blue light from underneath Viktor’s skin. He hadn’t noticed the incision until then. It had healed well. A skilled hand, no doubt.
Jayce had drawn up the blueprints with Viktor just before he’d left, but it seemed that Viktor had internalized them. He’d thrown the concept at Jayce amidst his aimless sorrow the night he’d intercepted him at the lab. An implant to assist with his weakened lungs. To outright replace them. But the calculations were daunting. A last resort, only to be considered if all else failed, as there was no coming back from something of that magnitude. The prototype had been brilliant in concept, but imperfect when they’d last attempted to refine it to a workable state. Jayce now had more questions than answers as to who had worked with him to make it function properly, but they could wait. The people of Zaun were an industrious sort, after all. Masters of body modification. It should come as no surprise that they might find the answers they sought here, of all places.
He would not disrupt his respite. Would not deprive himself of the sight of Viktor clinging to his waist in blissful slumber, arms wrapped around Jayce’s torso as his head rested against his broad chest. Hair pooling across his skin like a puddle. He’d fallen asleep listening to his heartbeat.
Viktor had asked him to stay. Wanted him close. Longed for him. Risked everything to bring them together again. Who would he be to deny them both what they wanted? Even if it cost them both everything they’d worked together to build, they could rebuild. Create something better. So long as he had Viktor, suddenly the wounds stung so much less.
Jayce smiled, glancing idly over at the small dining table.
They were going to need a second chair.
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A Taste of the Divine
(Free Use + Public Sex) Viktor gleefully reminds Jayce that being the chosen consort of the Herald comes with perks. Jayce happily obliges. Or, at least he will if Viktor can manage to stay quiet.
Notes: Honestly, not much I can add here other than to say that the Hexcore augmented Viktor's physiology slightly more in this fic than it might've in the show. But who knows lol! Hex lubricant is a hell of a thing, and Viktor is part machine, right? So his body secreting lubricant makes perfect sense. Yes, I do need professional help. Why are you asking? Come hang out with me on Bsky, Tumblr, or Discord if you wish to help reduce my remaining sanity to zero quicker lol I'm always happy to hear from your all! https://linktr.ee/SkvaderArts
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Against his better judgement, Jayce joined the commune.
He'd tried. Truly, he had. But the moment their eyes met, he was enraptured, entangled in the inescapable web that was his boundless affection for Viktor. His overwhelming sentimentality that could not be tempered by any earthly force. He'd thrashed about; he'd fought the magnetic pull between them with all the strength that he could muster, but as duty became obfuscated by fear, and fear was gradually replaced with fondness, his resolve wavered, and he was gently lulled into the sweet embrace of the one he held so dear.
“Don't look up” would've been an invaluable piece of advice at the time. A stark warning against the very thing that would eventually undo him. But it was far too late now. In hindsight, Jayce should've known better. He'd always thought Viktor had pretty eyes. So how could he be expected to gaze into them and snuff out the light within like a smouldering wick pressed between his fingertips?
Perhaps destruction wasn't the only path forward. Perhaps…
But that had been a lifetime ago. Or, it felt like it, at least. Now, that day was nothing more than a fleeting dream. A memory tugging at his subconscious, muddled with so many other things. The cave. The ruined world he'd spent months trapped in. The look on that child's face in the Shimmer refinery as the life had faded from his eyes, and the look of deranged grief and madness in his mother's as she’d taken her revenge.
Jayce awoke with a start, panting heavily and drenched in sweat despite the abundance of cool air. He blinked, the haze of sleep clouding his vision like a film over glass. It always felt so strange when he first awoke for the day. There was always this tangible undercurrent of otherness that he couldn't shake. Always that moment of apprehension where he knew with grim certainty that he would open his eyes and be greeted by the stone walls of his personal purgatory, and the dying flame of a fading campfire.
Nothing was ever different when coherence returned. Still, he waited for the inevitable. This was a beautiful dream. Nothing more.
His breathing slowed, and his eyes adjusted to the scant natural light. A cloudy day, if the oculus above was anything to go by. He typically rose with the sun, but it appeared that he'd slept in today. And why wouldn't he? The bed was comfortable, something that had become an immediate priority upon his arrival. There hadn't been a scrap of furniture anywhere to be seen when he'd stumbled into the commune, Mercury Hammer in hand. Murder on his mind. But despite it all, despite the grave nature of his transgressions against him, Viktor had extended an olive branch. Had invited him to stay. Insisted that he be comfortable and well cared for. And in time, Jayce had capitulated and allowed Viktor to fuss over him. Had seen his vision and the power behind his voice, flawed as its execution might be. Had, against his better judgement, agreed to stay and join the commune rather than destroy it. Perhaps the truest path forward was to mend what was broken rather than destroy it in its entirety.
Still, Jayce hadn’t allowed Viktor to heal him. On that, he would not budge. He’d been touched by the Arcane. Seen what it was capable of firsthand. It could repair the physical damage done to his body, it could halt the ravages of time, but it could never make him whole. Not like Viktor could.
Viktor didn’t press the issue despite being baffled by it. On some level, he seemed to understand, even if he longed to take his pain. But he respected his decision, something that had made Jayce quietly guilty ever since. If only he’d afforded him the same respect all those months ago. For Viktor’s sake, not his own. No matter how painful it would’ve been. But even now in hindsight, he knew what choice he would’ve made if he could rewind time. And despite the inherent selfishness of it, despite the consequences he now knew it would induce, he wouldn’t choose differently. And he was ashamed to admit that he wasn’t ashamed of that.
There had been compromises along the way. Harsh truths they'd been forced to confront. Old wounds that festered and became inflamed until they were expunged entirely. And with it came the understanding that their unrequited love was far from one-sided. The hardest part had been admitting as much, but the reunification that followed was a thing beyond words. Beyond the mortal concept of union. They were destined, their paths converging once again as they vowed to never stray from one another again. From their shared vision of what progress for those who needed it most could become. From their loyalty to one another above all else.
Yawning, Jayce rubbed the sleep from his eyes and reflexively reached over to the opposite side of the bed, only to find it woefully empty. And in its place, a note, gently scrawled in Viktor’s flowing, cultivated penmanship.
Jayce.
You rarely indulge in fitless slumber. I thought it best to allow such a novelty to continue for as long as possible. You've been fatigued as of late. You don't conceal it as well as you think you do. And I am glad for that.
Ah. Another matter. I would be remiss not to remind you that I am at your disposal should you require me at any time for any reason. Make of that statement what you will.
You know where to find me. I trust I will see you soon.
Your consort,
Viktor.
Consort. It was an impossibly loaded designation replete with such magnitude and purpose, but one with which he was gradually becoming accustomed to. Every member of the commune addressed him as such, marveling in awe at him as he passed, just as they did with Viktor. A position that no amount of loyalty could make attainable. A singular honor bestowed upon no other, and with it, privileges that were only his to relish.
He was the only one the Herald allowed to touch him. The only one his fingertips had graced more than necessary. The only one who called him by his true name and who, he in turn, addressed to an equivalent degree. The only one permitted within the consecrated reliquary of their exalted leader. The only one he allowed to lie at his side. He was Viktor’s heart.
And today, Jayce would touch him.
Jayce didn’t put much thought into it. Smirking as he carefully set the note aside, he collected himself, donned his attire, and slipped on his leg brace, adjusting it. Jayce wore a combination of Viktor’s colors and his own. Red with accents of gold tempered by equal amounts of blue. Something else uniquely his. No one else wore the Herald’s colors. Jayce couldn’t help but notice the way his smirk deepened at the notion, something about the possessive implications of it arousing something inside of him.
Viktor had always been divine, even before he’d become the Herald. And Jayce was the sole person in this universe whom Viktor wanted. Who was permitted to partake from Viktor in such a way. Who he relished the touch of and craved intimacy with, though he was too fond of games to verbalize that. Jayce was not a tool to be utilized; he was a hand, fingers intertwined with Viktor’s that moved every piece alongside him in equal standing.
Something about being chosen stirred something within him every time the thought crossed his mind. He was wanted. Longed for. He wanted for nothing here but more time to spend with Viktor. And today, he had that, even if the context he had in mind was a bit… Unorthodox.
Making his way to the greenhouse, Jayce paused momentarily outside the door. From the height of his eyeline, he was provided with a peek into what lay on the other side. A vibrant array of plants in a menagerie of colors. The faint trickle of water. And at the center of it all, a silhouette. He smiled.
Creeping plants trailed across the ground, and vines and moss climbed the walls of the domed space. Portholes providing light and fresh air from outside riddled the roof and walls in seemingly randomized intervals about halfway up, a design that was as aesthetically pleasing to the eye as it was difficult to comprehend from a design standpoint. Surely there was a method to Viktor’s madness in regards to his designs for the commune’s structures. He’d always been something of an artist, doodling in his notebook even back during their Hextech heyday. The Arcane had influenced the design; that much was clear as day. But Jayce only wished that Viktor could grant him a glimpse into his mind so that he could better comprehend how his ideas took shape.
Jayce slipped inside. The greenhouse was Viktor’s sanctuary. A blessed retreat he could hide away in from the troubles of the world. Perhaps the crowning achievement of his work to better Zaun’s environment. In a place once overwhelmed by toxic fumes and pollution, there was now life. In defiance of what once was, there was now everything that could be.
A cursory glance around the space told him everything that he needed to know. They were alone, as he’d expected. It was rare that anyone came into Viktor’s hallowed sanctuary, but Jayce still had to be sure before he acted on their mutual desire for one another.
Viktor stood with his back to him a few paces away, running his fingers delicately across the surface of a large leaf that he seemed to be assessing. Utterly lost in thought and focused on the task at hand. He didn’t react to Jayce’s presence in the slightest, almost as though he didn’t exist. Until the precise moment that Jayce reached around from behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Jayce.” He sounded so amused by the notion that his lover actually thought he’d managed to sneak up on him.
“Viktor.” Jayce quipped back effortlessly, leaning in to rest his chin against the top of his shoulder. “Have you been waiting for me?”
“Not at all,” Viktor retorted dryly, only just managing to conceal the smirk that spread across his lips. He turned his head to the side, pretending to focus on the plant he was examining, but Jayce knew better.
Today was going to be fun.
“Oh, well in that case,” Jayce said with an almost sarcastic degree of feigned injury, crossing his left arm across Viktor’s chest. He leaned in, pressing the front of his pelvis against Viktor’s lower back as he gripped him tightly, allowing just enough leeway for Viktor to continue his work. He allowed him to feel him; to detect his breath as it ghosted across the back of Viktor’s ear as he purred in a hushed tone, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Then I suppose you aren’t interested, are you, Viktor? My mistake.”
Viktor went still, the faint purple underglow of the ebb and flow of Arcane energy that coursed like a current through his body fluctuating momentarily before he regarded Jayce out of the corner of his eye. The look held no ambiguity. Good. They were on the same page, then.
The exterior of Viktor’s body was plagued by a woeful lack of broader sensation, robbed of the capacity to detect temperature, texture, or contract unless it was prevalent. The inside of him had no such issue.
“... Wait.”
“Yes? Can I help you with something…” Jayce asked as he kissed the space just below Viktor’s ear, the timbre of his voice low and sultry. Was it sacrilege to seduce an oracle? “How may I serve you… My Herald.”
Viktor shuddered. Despite their titles, they never used them with one another. There was no need. Pretence of authority simply didn’t exist between them. They remained, and always had been, equals. But between the cage-like grasp of Jayce’s arms, his manner of speaking, and the press of him against Viktor’s backside as Jayce made his intentions crystal clear, he felt what little purely human flesh that still remained on his face and neck redden in response despite his best efforts to appear impartial. Something in his chest fluttered. Jayce had his permission, but he was still going to ask before he took something.
Steering him forward to sit against the planter they stood before, Jayce watched Viktor sit. He was the very image of divine grace and elegance, sitting with one leg overtop the other as he allowed his hand to rest against his neck. Jayce leaned in and seized him in a stifling kiss, savoring the feel of his soft lips and the taste of the strange metallic tang of his spittle as he delved into the depths of Viktor’s mouth. He guided him onto his back, planting his palms down on either side of his meager frame as he devoured him hungrily, searching his mouth like a prospector delving deep for gold. As if every inch of his body wasn’t gilded and glorious already.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. But you have to ask me for it. Nicely.” Jayce hummed as he pulled away, parting Viktor’s robes just enough to reveal him. He dipped low, raising Viktor’s right leg over his shoulder as he tilted him to be partially on his side. Viktor grasped the side of the earthen planter with his hand, regarding him with a bemused look on his face.
“Jayce...” Jayce could hear the way he blushed. It was precious.
“And here I thought you already knew what you wanted.” He proclaimed with a fraudulent air of sanctimoniousness. It was all an act; a performance for their mutual enjoyment. But nothing about the heady look of desire that bloomed in Jayce’s gaze as he lined himself up with Viktor’s entrance and his eyes burrowed into his very soul spoke any falsehoods.
Viktor smiled warmly, reaching up to brush the back of his hand against the side of Jayce’s face and neck, his own eyes heavy with unspoken desire. Gods. It was nothing new to him at this point, but Viktor was frequently taken aback by just how earthshatteringly fetching a full beard looked on Jayce. How did he keep finding ways to become more attractive? Incredible.
Viktor’s eyes turned fully golden brown again, gleaming like polished amber in the cascading sunlight. “I want you. As I always have. As I always will.”
Pausing for a moment, Jayce simply stared at him in adoration, eyes brimming with a complex sequence of emotions that he could neither properly process nor rectify. He kissed him delicately; hungrily as though he could swallow him whole should he muster enough devotion.
And then he pressed in and watched as Viktor’s pupils dilated fully.
He took in a sharp intake of air as he pressed in slowly but unyieldingly, just the way Viktor liked it. Feeling the smaller man’s legs tremble. The warmth of him was intoxicating, as was the downy slickness of his muscles as he glided into him. One of the few upsides to the Hexcore’s meddling was the way it adapted Viktor’s biology to suit Viktor’s purposes. The way it repaired and restructured his damaged spine and leg, and mended his damaged lungs. This was one of them. A discovery they’d made purely by accident one night when things got a bit too hot and heavy too quickly.
Jayce often doubted the validity of his reality. But at moments like this, all doubt faded into the ether. For how could his weary, trauma-addled mind ever hope to bring a fantasy of this magnitude into existence? How could it conceive of the sensation of how Viktor would feel around him as he pressed in up to the hilt? The way Viktor’s chest vibrated like the low, seismic hum of the Hexgates as he purred in reaction to the feel of him. The scent of ozone and cobalt mixed with Arcane energy as Jayce leaned in and drilled ever deeper before withdrawing and doing it all over again.
Viktor was a god. And Jayce was the only one who could undo him.
Viktor’s breath caught in his chest as he used the back of his hand to stifle a cry. Jayce reached up and batted his hand away, grasping his cheeks and chin between his thumb and index finger as he shushed him soothingly, his pace increasing dramatically. That look in Viktor’s eyes did unspeakable things to Jayce. He gave him a fierce stare, his half-lidded eyes drifting from Viktor’s stomach, chest, and face towards the exterior of the greenhouse walls as he raised a brow at Viktor disapprovingly. He didn’t need to point out that the greenhouse was not sound resistant.
But as his eyes drifted over Viktor again, his gaze softened. He genuinely pitied the plight of any soul who wasn’t fortunate enough to be him. To look upon Viktor with reverence as he trembled in their arms, breath coming out in thick, uneven puffs as Jayce brushed against precisely the right spot inside of him. To worship every inch of his body as though it were a holy sepulcher in a sacred place lost to time. To offer oneself to him, boy and soul; flesh and bone. The air hummed with energy, and Viktor’s eyes almost seemed to glow as his body pulsed with cosmic energy, the rhythm growing stronger, faster, and more pervasive with each thrust of Jayce’s hips. His head fell back against his shoulder, his insides clenching around Jayce as the taller man brushed the hair out of Viktor’s face and kissed him deeply.
“Let me see you,” Jayce commanded firmly but affectionately. It was time.
Viktor couldn’t respond. Couldn’t muster enough air to form a proper response. Instead, he merely nodded and obliged, his walls crumbling as the muscles in his sprinter clenched around Jayce’s length like a vice in unpredictable intervals. His entire body glowed violet as surges of pleasure elongated by the strained motion of Jayce’s shaft penetrating him in time with his spasms overtook him, dragging a scream from him that Jayce had to hastily muffle with one of the trails of his own robe in tandem with the palm of his hand. Jayce rested his head against Viktor’s shoulder and chest, gasping breathlessly at the sensation. He released deep within him, shuddering feebly as an overabundance of sensation overtook him. Viktor moaned deeply, slumping over as he milked him for every drop he contained, his thighs quaking like the membrane of a drum as he lost himself in the sensation. In the sound of Jayce breathing against him as he grasped his small hip as though it were the only lifeline in a passing storm.
It was as if his body had been engineered for this. It almost seemed to adjust to him in new ways each time they made love, his body changing to better suit their pleasure. As if his passage had been sculpted for the sole purpose of dragging an earthshattering orgasm from him. Ever evolving. Ever glorious. Time and time again, Viktor proved himself to be a marvel.
Neither of them dared move for the time being, let alone fathom speaking. Exhausting weighted heavily on them, settling into flesh and bone; metal and alloy ligaments. Viktor let out an amused huff as Jayce slowly slid free of him, now achingly limp and nearly overstimulated. Gazing up at him in nothing short of awe as Viktor regarded him in wordless adoration. He reached up and rested his hand against the back of his shoulder, rubbing broad, reassuring circles against his skin as he traced the silhouette of his shoulder blade. Viktor closed his eyes and allowed his body to go completely limp, humming softly in satisfaction.
Jayce huffed back at him, pressing a kiss against his lips. Smiling.
One could only hope that no one was in need of them for the foreseeable future. Neither of them could stand, let alone walk or perform miracles. No. For now, they would remain as they were; entangled in one another’s arms as Viktor idly stroked Jayce’s back, careful not to press against the long gash that had yet to fully heal. Jayce kissed along the contours of Viktor’s neck and jaw, making sure to mark him with proof of his everlasting reverence. There was nothing between them anymore but silence and sincerity; nothing but the subtle sound of breath and trickling water.
If love was a wellspring, then their waters were overflowing.
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When people say “get a room,” this isn’t quite what they mean, guys…
LOL, anyway, the next one shot will be out asap. Sorry for the delay between this chapter and the last one. I have some personal stuff going on, and couldn’t muster the focus or energy to write, despite how badly I wanted to. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, and I’ll see you in the next installment.
Jayvik BDSM Week Day 2: You’ve Got My Body, Flesh and Bone
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You’ve Got My Body, Flesh and Bone
Day 2: (Shibari + Bondage Implements + Sensory Deprivation) After his last visit to the Zaun brothel, Viktor requested that he return soon, stating that he had much to show him. It seems that “soon” came sooner than either of them imagined it would.
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Like a butterfly drawn to sweet nectar, Jayce had fluttered back to the brothel less than a week later.
Thoughts of their previous rendezvous had sprung up unexpectedly at the most inopportune of times lately. The sweet scent of his sheets. The intoxicating taste of his skin that put any form of inebriation to shame. The sound of his breath, and the feel of his warm, velvety lips around him. The warmth of their embrace after the fact. The way his soft, golden hair shimmered in the dim candlelight. Jayce had been whisked away to another dimension where expectation and causality no longer existed. There was simply the two of them amidst the storm, and their reverential late-night lovemaking under Zaun's night sky.
Viktor had asked that he return, but how could he ever fathom that Jayce might stay away? How could someone even fathom the possibility of resisting the temptation of forbidden ambrosia, offered so freely by one of the gods themselves?
Jayce’s leg bounced as he waited in the common area of the brothel, tucked away in a little corner largely out of sight. Whether from nerves or anticipation, he did not care to contemplate. Jayce didn’t notice the melody of the music that wafted through the building, nor the way the scent of illicit substances and pipe tobacco tickled his nose. He wanted to see him. Longed to cradle him close and caress him. To run his fingers through his silky, golden follicles and press his lips to every mole and curve his body dared conceal under fabric and metal. To hear him say his name.
One visit was all it took. He was bewitched.
And then he appeared.
As if he could sense the state of him from beyond the walls of the waiting area, Viktor rounded the corner and made his way over towards the small reception desk by the front entrance. The young woman manning it, a curly-haired brunette, greeted him pleasantly, remarking something complimentary about his state of dress, before giggling and gesturing in Jayce’s general direction. And the moment he turned and their eyes fell upon one another, something in Viktor’s face softened. The corner of his mouth curved upward, the bridge of his nose squinched, and his brow raised as he sauntered over to stand before Jayce, silken robe drifting lazily behind him with each step.
Jayce could see it now. The details of his garments. The embroidery in his corset-adjacent back brace, and his comparably simple metal leg brace. The way his nearly floor-length sage green velvet robe cleverly disguised both his limp and his medical devices at first glance. But there was nothing that disguised the faint hint of discomfort behind his eyes. Eyes that had been tinged lilac with the residual effects of Shimmer when he’d seen them last, but were now a gleaming golden hazel, warm as the Runeterra sun.
He didn’t know whether to be awestruck by his sheer gorgeousness, or sympathetic to his plight. Clearly, the day’s events had been hard on him.
“Good evening, Jayce.” His tone was sultry. Invocative.
“Good evening, Viktor.” Insinuation dripped from every syllable.
They both barely resisted the urge to snicker at their own overly formal modus operandi. Viktor extended his hand, taking Jayce’s into his own as he stood and joined him. This was a conversation best had elsewhere.
The pair navigated the dimly lit hallways and disappeared into the depths of the structure, walking just a bit closer to one another than last time when they’d ostensibly been strangers. And despite not being far from that now, everything between them felt so much more familiar.
Slipping into Viktor’s room, Jayce made himself comfortable on the chaise lounge underneath the window. Everything was just as he remembered. The same verdant wallpaper. The same lush foliage scattered about the room. The same comforting scent of sage and cedar, courtesy of the candles scattered about every surface that didn’t pose a risk. And at the center of it all, the same oversized circular bed draped in satin sheets and velvet pillows, flanked on all sides by silken curtains from the ceiling above.
In a strange way, it felt like coming home. Like returning to a place he belonged after what felt like a lifetime away. But he knew that it wasn’t because of the familiar setting, or the welcoming scents. It was because Viktor was here. And that was precisely where he wanted to be.
“How have you been keeping?” Jayce inquired softly as Viktor leaned over him to adjust the curtains in front of the window. He could practically feel the strain behind the gesture as he pulled the sheer fabric together.
Viktor leaned back and glanced at him, a small smile spreading across his face that only half met his eyes. He seemed to contemplate the question for a moment as Jayce stood and stepped towards him, crossing the meager distance in two long strides. Leaning in close as he brought his left hand to rest against the small of Viktor’s back. Tracing the contours of what few vertebrae were exposed. Jayce reached up and gently brushed a few strands of blond hair out of Viktor’s face, brushing the back of his hand against the distinctive silhouette of his cheekbones.
Viktor peered up at him, met his eyes, and then ever so softly flushed. It was such a fetching shade of pink on him. Such a contrast to the lust behind those golden eyes. Jayce felt the inside of his thigh twitch.
“Tell me, Jayce.” Viktor used a single manicured fingertip to trace the artery at the side of Jayce’s neck down to his clavicle and then stopped, pressing his palm flat against his chest. His gaze followed his actions, eyes a thousand miles away as if he were deep in thought. There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he spoke, his warm breath ghosting against Jayce’s skin. “Have you ever had the pleasure of being bound?”
“No. I can't say that I have.” Jayce’s voice was low and breathless, his eyes falling partially closed as Viktor made a show of undoing the front of his shirt, running his finger in a line down the skin beneath. Oh, how Jayce wanted to do the same to him. Patience. “Unless enforcer handcuffs count.”
Viktor’s brow quirked at the assertion, a subtle, almost disbelieving scoff escaping from between his partially parted lips.
“You naughty thing, you.” Viktor made no effort to conceal his amusement, his eyes glittering with intrigue. He grasped at the sensitive bud protruding from the left side of Jayce’s chest, pinching it between his fingers with just the right amount of force required to make him writhe. Jayce inhaled, the sensation utterly foreign to him, but surprisingly enjoyable all the same. Viktor then leaned in and replaced his fingers with his mouth, kissing and then sucking before trailing his tongue down to the top of Jayce’s naval, where he pressed an almost mockingly chaste kiss. Viktor looked up, eyes wanton and filled with ardor. Lips wet. “And here I thought you were the typical straight-laced Piltoveran. A model member of society.”
For a fleeting moment, the prospect of seizing Viktor by his loosely wrapped bun and pulling him into a searing kiss before bodily flinging him into the bed without so much as a single word danced across Jayce’s subconscious. He didn’t entertain it. But part of him very much wanted to.
“Pfh. How dare you.” Jayce didn’t sound even vaguely wounded. He guided Viktor back onto the mattress, pinning him down as he leaned in and pressed his face against his neck, his lips ghosting over the delicate skin at the underside of his throat. Slowly, he kissed a trail up the valley of his shoulder to the underside of his ear, taking the earlobe into his mouth. His hand found the inside of Viktor’s calf and squeezed firmly. Wantonly.
Viktor shuddered.
“Allow me the privilege,” Viktor whispered as he leaned into Jayce’s caresses, chasing the warmth of his mouth against his skin. Cherishing his heat. Listening to the steady, pounding rhythm of Jayce’s heart against his chest. “Unless, of course, you find the concept unsettling.”
Jayce mulled the offer over in his mind for all of about five seconds before coming to a conclusion. “I don’t. You can tie me up… On one condition.”
“And what would that be?” Viktor’s curiosity was piqued. He sighed softly as Jayce sat up, taking his comforting warmth with him. Holding onto him was like being swaddled by a radiator. But softer, of course. In some places.
“You tell me what that is,” Jayce said with a huff, pointing to something tucked away near the ceiling above them.
Viktor opened his eyes just enough to see what Jayce was gesturing towards. It took him a moment, but he located the item in question. And as soon as he realized what Jayce was pointing at, he grinned.
“Oh, Jayce. I can do far more than just tell you.”
—
The ropes were softer than he’d imagined they’d be.
Viktor let him hold them. Allowed him to run the fibers between his fingers. He wanted him to be comfortable with the way they felt. To know that they weren’t too coarse and were unlikely to burn his skin from friction. They were thick. Unyielding as any good binding should be. Yet soft. Delicate.
As soon as he was undressed, Viktor began to bind him. To slowly entangle his body in the length of rope with surgical precision, nimble fingers caressing his skin with all the presence of a phantom as he leisurely trailed the cord along his waistline and in between his legs and thighs, pulling them just tight enough to make his erection throb.
He bound his torso, accentuating his biceps and his pectoral muscles with a series of careful twists and obstinate knots as he peppered kisses down his chest and stomach to the base of his shaft, never once touching it. He bound his hands in front of him in mocking prayer, but the only divine being within the sanctified walls of this domain was Viktor, and he had his hands full attending to the needs of his most devoted devotee.
And then came the swing. It was more of a harness, really, at least for someone of Jayce’s stature. He bound his legs together as he kneeled in front of him, arms hooked over the top. Viktor guided him into place, leaning him over it and allowing the padded surface to hold his weight comfortably against his stomach as he stroked his hand down his back, bringing his slick fingers to rest against his puckered opening.
Jayce shivered in anticipation. A week had been far too long.
Viktor leaned in, kissing the side of his face. Slipping the blindfold down his head and over his eyes. Stroking his chest with all the tenderness of a lover. Lightly dragging his nails over his taut skin. Pressing experimentally at his opening with a single finger as his thighs trembled. “Look at you. Too tight?”
Jayce shook his head to the contrary. Viktor proceeded. “Tell me what you desire, Jayce. Let me give it to you. Let me please you.”
The request went straight to his head. Both of them. “I want you. All of you.”
Pressing a reverential, wanton kiss against the back of Jayce’s neck, Viktor pressed a finger in, almost as slowly as he’d done on their first night together. Unsure as to how much he wanted all at once. Jayce groaned laboriously and pressed back into him exploratorily, keen to delve deeper. Searching for something more substantial to grasp onto, his body more than ready to accept whatever he was willing to supply him. Taking the hint, Viktor huffed in delight and pressed a second slicked digit into him, coaxing a shuddery moan from him as he worked the lubricant deep into his tender muscles. Jayce slid apart like oiled wax paper, parting to permit entry as he curled his fingers against his velvety walls, spreading them apart. Stretching him in preparation for what was soon to come.
“Viktor…” Jayce didn’t need to elaborate. He was certain they were on the same wavelength.
Hazarding a glance at him from behind, Viktor noticed for the first time that Jayce was facing down towards the sheets, a droplet of saliva hanging from the corner of his bottom lip. Viktor felt his face flush and his erection pulse. He smiled, kissing the back of his shoulder as he worked his fingers in and out of him. Soothing him gently despite his nonverbal protestations to the contrary. “I’m… not as… Insubstantial as you might think, Jayce.”
“Gods, I hope not.” Jayce commended, his voice caught somewhere between a shudder and a laugh. He raised his head, taking a deep breath. “Not that I had any doubts. Let me worry about that. Nothing you could give me would ever be enough. Not right now. I want to feel you. Don’t make me beg.”
Viktor’s golden pupils dilated. He didn’t say another word. He simply lined himself up with Jayce’s entrance, tapped the knob of his erection against his opening in warning, and then gradually began to press into him.
Jayce let out a choked sound as the lubricated tip of Viktor’s erection slipped past the first tight ring of muscle. He could feel the searing heat of him. The throb of his pulse against his tender walls as he parted him like a hot knife through room temperature butter. Like a grout knife spreading putty. He threw his head back and gasped as Viktor delved deeper, his insides throbbing from the abundance of sensation as parts of his body that had never been touched by outside forces were suddenly delved into mercilessly. In one long, uninterrupted thrust, he parted him utterly and entirely, seating himself as far into his body as he could possibly reach.
Viktor huffed, drawing air that did not satisfy him as he closed his eyes and held still. Gods. The feeling of him. The way the spasming walls of his velvety heat clenched against his throbbing shaft. It almost felt as though Jayce’s body was pulling him in. Holding him there. It was intoxicating. Maddening.
He tried to give Jayce a moment to adjust. To fully absorb the way he stretched around him. The way the slightly curved profile of him perfectly wedged itself into place, resting right against his prostate. But Jayce was having none of it. He pushed back into him with as much force as he could muster from his position. Viktor saw stars. “Viktor… Move. Please. I’m fine.”
Viktor didn’t wait for his faltering vision to return to him. Instead, he just closed his eyes and obliged, withdrawing and then slowly pressing back into him. Savoring the way that all the air seemed to evacuate Jayce’s chest as he dug in deep, pressing into just the right spot. He withdrew and repeated, lingering at his opening just long enough to see the precum forming at the tip of his erection. It had been a while since someone had asked him to do this to them. He’d almost forgotten how good it could feel.
Jayce squirmed, impatience and eros blossoming deep within him in equal measure. He needed more of him. All of him. “More. Harder. It’s okay. Just-”
He didn’t get the opportunity to finish his request. Viktor did exactly as he was asked, pressing into him with firm precision, the head of his pulsing shaft slamming into Jayce’s prostate with what could only be described as the perfect amount of force. Jayce cried out, the sound he made nothing shy of utterly debauched, as Viktor repeated the thrust again and again, the pace of his thrusts reaching their zenith as Jayce tried desperately to keep it all together. But alas, he was faltering, and rightly so. And in turn, each time that he pressed into him, digging deep into his muscles, Viktor found that he had less and less play. He could feel the way that Jayce quaked beneath him as he tightened like a vice. The way his breath came in uneven spurts. How his thighs clenched tightly and his stomach muscles spasmed so hard that he could feel them under his hand against his back.
Viktor smiled with pride. Yes. This was precisely what he’d wanted for him.
“Viktor, I- Ah!”
Jayce didn’t get to finish the statement. With one final, almost punishing thrust, he came with seismic force in long, deep spurts, staining the silky sheets below him. Viktor suppressed the urge to curse under his breath as he withdrew, resting the head of his now pulsating shaft against Jayce’s ravaged hole as he released, coating the quivering flesh in jets of white.
“... Can you do that again?” Jayce remarked almost immediately as if what had just transpired were a mere fantasy. He barely sounded winded.
Viktor peeked up at him in disbelief, only just managing to draw breath again as his head rang like a bell and his pulse hammered like it was under the pressure of a vacuum. He shook his head, letting out a shuddery exhale as he watched his release run down the back of Jayce’s thigh and his hand.
What was he made of? “I most certainly can. In a few minutes, at least.”
Nodding in satisfaction, Jayce let out a long, full-body sigh, allowing the harness to genuinely hold his weight for perhaps the first time that night, chest burning like he’d finished a five-minute mile. Never in his life had he ever experienced something like that. Something that innately satisfying on such a carnal, intimate level. He felt tipsy like he’d had one too many drinks at the Last Drop. “Next time it’s my turn.”
Viktor blinked slowly. He could only guffaw at his gaul. Oh dear…
It was undeniable. Of all his clientele, Jayce was undoubtedly his favorite. Perhaps more than that. Professional etiquette be damned. He was smitten.
—
Someone is going to need a break after trying to satisfy the other all night, and something tells me it won’t be six-round Jayce over here lol. I’ll see you in the next chapter ASAP. I’m slowly catching up. And again, check out part one of this one if you haven’t already. The link is in the notes above. I hope you enjoyed the fic. Thanks for reading, and I’ll see you soon!
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Day 1: Student x Teacher Roleplay w/ Lingerie | Dom Top MageVik x Sub TA Jayce.
Day 2: Shibari + Bondage Implements + Sensory Deprivation | Service Top Courtisan Viktor x Power Bottom Zaun Jayce.
Day 3: Free Use + Public Sex | Bottom Commune Viktor x Top Dom Commune Jayce.
Day 4: Adrenaline + CNC | Switch/Vers Firelight Viktor x Counselor Jayce.
Day 5: Toys + Food Play + Tickling | Dom Bottom S1 A1 Viktor x Sub Top S1 A1 Jayce.
Day 6: Overstim + Edging + Breeding + Sub/Dom Drop | Sub Bottom MageVik x Service Top TA Jayce.
Day 7: Teasing + Public Toy Play + Overstim + Multiple Orgasms - Switch/Vers S1 A2 Viktor x S1 A2 Jayce.
Jayvik BDSM Week Day 1: I've Developed a Taste for You
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I’ve Developed a Taste for You
Summary: (Student x Teacher Roleplay w/ Lingerie) Jayce is working as a TA at a prestigious private technical university, but he’s far more interested in his boss, the dean of the bioengineering department than he is in learning. Luckily, one night the professor needs help grading some papers...
Notes: This is three days late. I am so sorry. The next part will be out asap. This is part one to day 6, so if you like it, come back for that one soon! Enjoy! I'd love to know what you think!
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No matter what, the lecture hall was always full.
They were rarely mandatory. In fact, very few of the lessons taught by the esteemed professor were. And yet, the idea of skipping one of his lectures was simply unfathomable to most of the students fortunate to attend his classes. In a university replete with well-known, established, and even admired professors, people still fought tooth and nail for placement on his roster. And it was no wonder why.
Perhaps it was his keen intellect that seemed as boundless as the cosmos above. His willingness to break down otherwise complex and advanced materials and concepts in a manner that was digestible to even the most floundering student. His unorthodox, hands-on methodology. The endless, if not sedate, enthusiasm of his lessons, or his effortless, almost conversational manner of interacting with his students despite doubling most of them in age. His sophisticated but still approachable bearing, or the aura of flawless authority that radiated off of him like the heat of a supernova. He was awe-inspiring, magnanimous, and magnificent without an ounce of the egotistical grandeur or self-importance that made so many other professors untouchable to peers and pupils alike. And he did it all without ever coming off as inauthentic or overzealous.
Like the inevitability of the heat death of the universe, he simply was.
He was an easy man to admire. And a hard man to stand shoulder to shoulder with for all the same reasons. If for no other reason than the fact that he was also unimaginably attractive, at least to Jayce.
From his regal bearing, to the warm timbre of his voice, and the subtle lilt of his accent when he spoke, it was easy to become enraptured. And so he had. Effortlessly. Hopelessly. Unrequitedly. But at least one of the perks of being a teacher’s assistant was that it gave him ample time to linger in his shadow, torturous though it was proving to be long term. And at present.
“And on that particularly dry note, I am pleased to announce that the lecture is now over for today.” Viktor closed the thick leather-bound book that he clasped in his right hand with a loud snap, causing several students to jump as the sound rippled through the otherwise completely silent two-story auditorium. Jayce included. Viktor held the closed tome against his chest as he leaned nonchalantly against his desk at the center of the room, a deceptively serious look on his face. “And not a moment too soon. I’m starting to think I might have to enlist the services of the local mortuary. There may be a few casualties among the class.”
There was a brief pause. Someone at the back of the class snickered. And then the majority of the class followed suit. Jayce was amongst their numbers. He chuckled from behind Viktor at his place at the front of the class. Jayce simply couldn’t help himself.
Viktor smirked, watching as the students gathered their things in preparation for their departure. “Oh, and I would be remiss if I did not remind you: tomorrow is the final day I will be accepting your essays. You’ve had the entire week to turn them in, after all. And six weeks' notice.”
Jayce watched as several of the less attentive students visibly paled, suddenly remembering that the deadline was upon them. The entire atmosphere of the class changed in an instant as a handful of students scrambled to flee the classroom as Viktor turned towards Jayce, nonchalantly waving over his shoulder as he did so. “Please do not run. I would prefer that we didn’t do a live demonstration of Newton’s second law.”
Snickering again, Jayce turned his attention back to the chalkboard. He was almost done annotating Viktor’s notes for the lecture. It would be going up on the student portal, should someone require a second viewing.
“Something tells me that I will have far fewer papers to grade than I anticipated.” Viktor mused casually as he approached the board. He lingered behind Jayce, ostensibly to double-check the equation he’d written on the board, but it made Jayce self-conscious nonetheless.
“You’re probably right.” He always was, it seemed. Perhaps it was something that came with years of experience? Jayce didn’t know. He wasn’t there yet.
And then Viktor leaned over his shoulder.
Every muscle in Jayce’s body went rigid, save for the ligaments in his fingers as he continued typing. He stole a glance up at Viktor, heart fluttering in his chest from the closeness. The scant warmth of him through the fabrics that covered their bodies. His face grew undeniably warm.
Before Jayce could speak, Viktor did. “I will never understand how you manage to type that fast. And on a touchscreen of all things.”
Jayce glanced between the device in his hands and Viktor, doing his best to seem nonchalant. He wasn’t sure that he succeeded. “Did computers even have screens when you were my age, or were you still using punch cards back then?”
Viktor went still. Sensing the shift in the atmosphere between them, Jayce turned to face him. Slowly, the casual smile on his face faded at the edges bit by bit as Viktor regarded him with an utterly flat affect. Jayce squirmed noticeably under his stare, growing more self-conscious by the moment. He was certain that he’d crossed a line. Viktor chortled.
“Nothing so advanced. I’m afraid we were still chiseling hieroglyphics and runes into stone tablets.” Viktor spoke in a manner so sardonic that it was almost believable. Almost. Jayce snorted and shook his head, setting the tablet aside. He was done for the day.
“Well, you look damn good for a man born before the Triassic period,” Jayce remarked without giving it a second thought, offering Viktor a fond smile. They both stopped dead in their tracks. The room fell silent.
Jayce blanched. He hadn’t meant to say it like that.
For what felt like a lifetime, the room remained utterly quiet, all but for the sound of something ticking off to one corner of the room. The low ambient hum of electricity from some device nearby. The faint rustling of tree branches in the autumnal breeze just beyond the walls of the classroom. The sound of Jayce’s heartbeat hammering away in his chest like a caged bird attempting to escape captivity.
“I… appreciate your assistance today.” Viktor nodded politely, leaning back against the desk. “Have a good evening, Mr. Talis. I will see you tomorrow.”
—
Jayce didn’t get any sleep that night.
The next day was a flurry of activity. Students scrambling to turn in their nearly overdue work. Numerous calls explaining increasingly questionable occurrences that had impacted the ability of several students to finish their work in a timely manner. There were even a few emails from parents.
As always, Viktor seemed to take it all in stride. He had seen this all before. Anticipated it a mile off. Smelled it in the wind.
But Jayce was still agonizing over their conversation yesterday. Viktor had hesitated, even if only for a moment. That wasn’t like him. Jayce had spent the better part of the day observing and overanalyzing every detail of Viktor’s behavior from the distance he stood from him, to the most minute shifts in his resting facial expression, convinced that he was concealing some level of dissatisfaction with him. Or perhaps he was truly delusional, rendered enfirm by proxy of his proximity to the man he so admired.
Jayce was absorbed in an email response chain with the irate parent of one of the students who had blown off the assignment. They were throwing what could only be described as a full-blown tantrum on behalf of their seemingly hard-done dependent when he felt it. A soft tap on his shoulder, so gentle that he wouldn’t have noticed it at all if not for the fact that he was terribly on edge. At least the day's events provided a probable cover story for his slowly simmering anxiety.
He turned, already knowing who it would be. But he did not expect the accompanying cup of coffee.
“I need to ask a favor of you,” Viktor beseeched with a deep exhale as he pulled the chair out from the opposite side of the desk, sitting across from Jayce. He allowed his forearms to rest against the surface of the desk as he slouched momentarily before straightening his posture and removing them, allowing his hands to come to rest just below his chin as he pressed his palms together. It was subtle, but Jayce caught it nonetheless.
“Sure. Anything.” Jayce eyeballed the drink curiously. It seemed to have come from one of those boutique coffee houses just outside the campus. Those were expensive, to say the least. And the smell… heavenly. Whatever was contained within that paper cup had cost a pretty penny. But why?
“Are you available tonight by any chance?”
Oh gods. Absolutely. Yes. For you, I-
“Unfortunately, I vastly underestimated how many papers there would be to grade. I would very much appreciate your help.”
… Goddamnit.
—
The weeks flew by in relative normality. Papers were graded. Tasks were divvied out. Assignments were administered. Final grades were disseminated, and several students managed to fail the class in spectacular fashion, much to the bewilderment of their peers and parents alike. It was an eventful epoch.
Now, it was the final day of the term. And Jayce was dreading it with every fiber of his being.
He had no grades to be concerned with. No classes to fail or deadlines to meet. His unfortunate fumble had never resurfaced to haunt him again. No, it was none of that. The campus would be closed starting tomorrow for the annual winter break. All the students would be elsewhere. There would be no classes to attend. No papers left to grade and notes left to annotate. Jayce’s all-too-brief stint as Viktor’s TA for the semester would end unless the older gentleman opted to continue it, but nevertheless, Jayce would get to go home for the rest of the season and enjoy his holiday. Theoretically.
Melancholy clung to him like English ivy. Like barnacles to the boats in the harbor. He liked his time as Viktor’s assistant, even if it was a role that he never could’ve imagined himself deriving gratification from when he’d accepted it. It wasn’t the insurmountable mountains of paperwork, or endless excuses from late students. The bland breakroom coffee, or that damned printer in the library that never seemed to want to scan anything. It was the pleasant greeting he received every morning as he arrived alongside Viktor, and the long nights spent together over coffee, perusing technical papers and supplementary educational texts in pleasant company. It was the rare moments when he was encouraged to demonstrate something to the class at his colleague’s side, and the ever-growing gleam of pride in Viktor’s eyes as Jayce reached new levels of personal accomplishment under his mentorship. The moment Jayce realized that Viktor had his favorite coffee order committed to memory.
Gods. He had fallen for him. Utterly and truly. He was hopeless.
“Is something the matter?” Viktor inquired from his side of the large chalkboard that lined the back wall of the classroom. “You seem flustered.”
It was a fact. Jayce was flustered. And it was almost entirely Viktor’s fault on this one singular occasion. As it was the last day of the term, Viktor had seen fit to dress up just a bit more than usual. And that was not to say that he wasn’t typically dressed quite smartly. He was the dean of the technical studies department and a professor, after all. But something about the sight of him in a fitted ribbed black long-sleeved turtleneck paired with a grey vest that accentuated his angular frame, camel overcoat draped neatly over his lithe shoulders, and his grey-streaked wavy armpit-length walnut hair tucked neatly into a slightly loose bun, did things to him. Unspeakable things, much like the nature of what he wished to do to him. Or have done. Jayce wasn’t a picky man.
Something about the sight of his neck peeking through the top of the garment… About the way his gray-streaked, well-kept, short, pointed beard complemented his angular cheekbones. About the way he leaned nonchalantly against his matching black and silver cane as he set about the mundane task of cleaning the final segment of the blackboard. The sight of him was maddening. Frenzy-inducing. Jayce averted his gaze.
“Ah- nothing, I’m fine. It’s just a little warm in here. That’s all.” Jayce attempted to sound nonplussed, but subconsciously wondered if his response was eliciting the polar opposite response to the one he desired. He’d come to the conclusion long ago that he possessed no talent whatsoever when it came to trying to deceive Viktor. It just didn’t work.
“It is, is it?” Viktor adjusted the collar of his turtleneck, glancing out the window. His eyes lingered on the fresh coating of snow that covered the campus grounds momentarily before his gaze shifted back to the task at hand. “... Could I encroach upon whatever plans you have for this evening for a short while?”
Jayce peered over at him, admittedly intrigued. For all intents and purposes, everything pertaining to the class was done for the time being. They had finished everything up a few days ago. There was nothing to grade, not until the next term, at least. Viktor wasn’t the kind of man who assigned homework over a break. He didn’t want to grade it, and not everyone would be returning anyway. What could he possibly need?
Nodding in agreement, Jayce gave the board a once-over. He was done. “I have a few things to take care of first. I might run a little late.”
Viktor nodded politely. And then he smiled. “I don’t mind.”
Jayce nearly died.
—
The campus was quiet now. Save for a handful of remaining professors and the occasional guard, the place was virtually empty. Much like the slowly building pit of dread rising up from the depths of his stomach.
Jayce had an inkling that he knew what this was about. He just didn’t want to speak it into existence on the off chance that he was wrong. But the thought wouldn’t vacate his subconscious all the same. Viktor would probably tell him kindly. Let him down gently with as little cruelty as he could muster. Tell Jayce that their time together had been splendid and wish him well in his future endeavors. And then send him on his way. Jayce would smile politely, thank him for his tutelage, and fall apart when he got back to his apartment. That was simply the way things like this worked.
He took a breath, knocked, and pushed the door to Viktor’s office open.
Instantly, he was greeted by the scent of warm amber, and the pleasant warmth of an iron stove smoldering in the far corner of the room. The dark wood wainscoting paneled room was mostly dim, save for a single green and blue Tiffany floor lamp that stood cattycorner to the fireplace near the door, a comfortable upholstered chair sitting beside it. The curtains were drawn, much to the apparent dismay of a fiddly fig that sat in front of it.
At the center of the room, atop a plush rug, loomed a stately wooden desk. Viktor stood before it, resting his elbows and back against its surface for support. His cane was leaning against the edge of the desk, just out of reach from his current position. And his face wore an expression that Jayce was certain he’d never seen before.
His brow was creased ever so slightly, thin lips drawn inward as his gaze hung low. His posture, despite seeming relaxed at first glance, was anything but. He appeared to be lost in thought, his mind a thousand miles away. Viktor raised his gaze to meet his momentarily before shifting from side to side and slowly expelling a breath from deep within his chest. He hummed and then fell silent again, listening to the telltale sound of the latch clicking into place. He didn’t move a muscle, but his line of sight lowered again.
Was he… anxious? Conflicted? Flummoxed by something? Jayce wasn’t remotely sure, but the sight was enough to give him pause as he slipped into the room and closed the door behind himself. He stood before him, deferring any questions until Viktor spoke first. He seemed as though he needed a moment to collect his thoughts.
Or, that was the original plan, at least. Jayce just couldn’t help himself. “Good evening, professor. Is… everything alright?”
Viktor's head rose just enough to meet his gaze, his expression gloomy and severe. Jayce smiled almost awkwardly. The corner of Viktor’s mouth rose in response. He gave a nod so subtle that Jayce nearly missed it.
“I wish to give you something.” Viktor declared with an air of resignation as he straightened his back, leaning over to take hold of his cane. Once he had it, he crossed the room, passing Jayce as he took hold of his coat. It had been lying across the upholstered chair, concealing the item in question beneath it. A fetching, large, cuboid, black and silver gift box.
Jayce couldn’t suppress the stupefied but oddly flattered look on his face. Now that hadn’t been what he’d expected to hear. Or see. “Oh?”
“Just a little something to mark the occasion. Something I think you will appreciate.” His tone was even, but there was an undercurrent of something almost uneasy underneath it. Almost as though he were concerned that Jayce wouldn’t appreciate the gesture. Or even more incomprehensibly, might even be offended by it. As if to confirm this, he paused as he rested his free hand on the door handle, glancing at the package and then turning his head so that he could look directly at Jayce, despite their relative proximity. Grim amber eyes sparkling in the dim light as he gestured towards it almost dismissively. “But if I am mistaken and I have overstepped, then I can only apologize in advance for my impudence.”
“Overstepped? You could never.” Jayce blurted out without considering his response for even a millisecond. He swallowed audibly, quirking his lips into a sheepish smile to conceal just how severely he was chastising himself internally for his little outburst. The last thing he wanted to do was make Viktor uncomfortable. To seem as though he was laboring to keep up some semblance of civility, despite that very much being the case.
Viktor straightened, turning to face him more fully. He gave Jayce a considerate, almost affectionate look, his eyes drifting over the entirety of him before flickering back towards the box. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it again. And then he raised his hand and gently placed it on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. Jayce had to fight the urge to flinch in stupefaction. He’d never done that before. Never placed his full hand on him. A tap here and there, and the brushing of fingers against one another when handing something back and forth, but never more than that.
This was… new. Exciting despite its sedate nature.
“You say that, but…” He leaned in a bit as he spoke, not quite whispering. Still, his voice was low. “Make yourself comfortable. I will return shortly.”
With that, Viktor exited the office and closed the door behind himself, his destination unknown. Jayce turned his attention back to the black and silver gift box sitting in the upholstered living chair, his curiosity rapidly reaching levels that could only be described as unbearable. He seized the box, lifted the lid, and did a double-take as he pulled out what was inside.
It was a floor-length satin garment, silky to the touch, and jet black, interspersed at the base and sleeves with a tasteful touch of sheer embroidery. It felt cool against his skin, despite the growing heat that spread through his body like mercury rising through a thermometer as he beheld it, and the myriad implications of the gesture sank bone deep.
Oh. He understood now. Viktor’s reluctance suddenly made perfect sense.
Jayce stared at it for what felt like an eternity. The cogs and gears in his brain halted as though they’d been welded together by rust and verdigris as he stared at the offering blankly, heart hammering in his chest. And then, as if on instinct, he acted. He knew precisely what he intended to do.
—
After what felt like a lifetime, Viktor returned from wherever he’d disappeared to. The door opened and closed with a faint click of the latch, and he ambled into the room silently, shrugging out of the coat. The university didn’t keep the heat on this time of night, let alone on the last day of class before winter break. All the more reason the stove was on.
He hung his coat neatly on the coat rack to the right side of the door, pivoting in the dimly lit room to find Jayce. He sighed softly when he caught sight of the clock on his desk. “I apologize for the delay. I had a lengthy run-in with Professor Heimerdinger, and-”
Viktor halted. Jayce would’ve let out a little huff of amusement if he weren’t so utterly terrified.
Jayce was leaning against the wall near the large side window, his arms folded in feigned nonchalance across his chest, and his body in a relaxed position despite the feverish heat that spread through his entire body. His legs were crossed, bare in the tepid air of the office. He was doing his level best to exude confidence, but in actuality, he was screaming internally.
The partially sheer nature of the garment answered the question that Viktor didn’t dare ask as his eyes swept over him at a languid pace: he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Save for his underwear, of course.
His limbs felt as though they were laden down with tungsten as he crossed the meager distance between them in a few short strides, honeyed eyes intense and filled with a plethora of emotions that Jayce had never seen on his face before. Viktor paused in front of him, his head slowly migrating to one side as his lips parted just enough to draw air. His eyes flickered down and then back up to Jayce’s face, his breath coming in small gusts as he held his composure. Jayce didn’t notice the way he was white-nuckling his cane with both hands as he took in the sight of him. As his mind pondered the possibilities of what he could do to him.
Viktor took a breath, reached up to grasp the left side of Jayce’s lapel, and turned it over, adjusting it. His hand drifted up to hesitantly cup his chin. Yes. Just as he’d thought. It was indeed a fetching color on him.
For the first time since they’d met, Jayce watched Viktor blush.
“Despite my usual penchant for magniloquence, I… can’t seem to conjure the proper verbiage…” Viktor quipped breathlessly, his voice hushed and trailing off. His dilated pupils fixated on the sight before him. He rested the tip of his tongue against the back of the inside of his bottom lip. There was nothing but fascination and enchantment in his demeanor. Viktor was transfixed, thoroughly enraptured by the very idea of what lay just beyond the thin veil of silken fabric as his hand released Jayce’s chin and gingerly trailed down the front of his chest. There was something hungry behind that gaze. Something insatiable.
“Are you sure?” Jayce let out a small huff of amusement as he continued to redden, his tone low and heavy with unspoken want. Yet still, in spite of the growing pressure building between his thighs, he couldn’t help but egg him on just a little. There was something to be said about the sight of a man so intelligent and verbose being reduced to utter speechlessness. “I don’t think I comprehended half of what you just said, so you’re probably doing just fine.”
Viktor chortled. He grasped the front of the silken robe, fingertips searching for the flushed skin of his chest beneath the fabric. “Truthfully, I… Hadn’t expected you to put it on. Not here, at least.”
Jayce brought his hand up to rest against the side of Viktor’s neck, teasing at what little exposed skin he could find. Viktor blinked deliberately, his brow furrowing as he seemed to fight the urge to lean into his touch.
“Do you want me to take it off?” Jayce asked the question, but something deep down told him that he already knew the answer. He brought a second hand up to rest against Viktor’s side, his eyes reciprocating the same hunger in Viktor’s. The same desire to breach the unspoken barricade between them. This wasn’t a time for contemplation. A time to ponder what was expected of them. No, that time had long since passed. They both knew what they wanted. What they needed. Now they simply had to take it.
Viktor opened his eyes, and he grasped Jayce by the chin, leaning in.
“No.”
Jayce didn’t respond. He simply kissed him.
The heat of their mouths was searing and moist, their unspoken union fraught with desire. Jayce pulled him in close, devouring him. Drinking in the taste of him like he were the last drops of water at an oasis. And where his affections were an act of fervent, almost frantic worship, Viktor’s were measured and emphatic, his pace deliberate and restrained. Deep and constrained as though he were afraid to indulge too freely.
After several minutes, they came up for air, allowing each of them to look upon the other again. To attempt to process what had just occurred. Neither of them bothered to do such a thing. Instead, Jayce wordlessly lowered himself onto his knees in front of him, cutting straight to the chase. It wasn’t very considerate to leave him standing for long periods, after all.
For a moment, Viktor looked as though he was going to object. To remark on the hasty nature of everything that was occurring between them. But the moment Jayce gazed up at him from his place on the floor in front of him, silken garment pooling on the floor around him as he rested his head against Viktor’s waistband and his hands worked at his fly, all capacity to object fled him. Viktor gave him a brief, compassionate look, and then a single, subtle nod of approval. He glanced over towards the clock on his desk, making a mental note of the time.
“Good. Now it is past midnight. Not that it should matter. I’m damned regardless.” Viktor said with a soft, resigned huff, exhaling slowly as he felt Jayce’s fingers brush against him. It seemed that he’d located what he was searching for. Viktor curled his fingers in Jayce’s short, well-groomed hair, his fingertips digging lightly into his scalp.
Amidst his plundering, Jayce vaguely registered the jest. It was past midnight. Technically, that meant that he was unemployed. Unfortunately, they were still on campus grounds, so that did very little for them, legally speaking. But no one would find them here. Who would dare come looking?
“But, we can worry about that later…” He mused softly as Jayce fully unclasped the front of his pants, and Viktor’s shaft sprang to life amidst the warm air of the office. Jayce stared, his mouth suddenly more moist than it had ever been. Viktor started to say something, but Jayce didn’t hear a lick of it. In an instant, he had his lips around him and his shaft halfway down his throat. Viktor gasped as the tip of his erection brushed against Jayce’s uvula, and he gagged, the muscles in his throat contracting involuntarily around him. Viktor tightened his grip on his hair, pulling just hard enough to force Jayce to back off for his own good. Jayce stared up at him, seemingly baffled as to what Viktor was doing, his eyes brimming with unshed tears that he hastily attempted to blink away.
“You are much too eager.” Viktor mused. He almost sounded amused. The older of the two gently stroked Jayce’s hair, giving him a moment to catch his breath before leading him back in with a measured, reassuring grip. One that Jayce was all too willing to follow. Viktor was a professor, after all.
Leading Viktor into a slower, deeper pace, he closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of it. The feel of Jayce’s tongue along the length of him. The warmth of his mouth, and the softness of his lips around his shaft as he traced the vein that protruded from his erection with the flat edge of his tongue. The way the divot along the center of his tongue almost seemed to suction against him. The way he drew back and kissed the tip. The sensation was maddening. And impressive.
"Are you enjoying yourself down there?" Viktor inquired, his tone lower as he tilted Jayce’s head back slightly. He wanted to look at him. See the blush spread across his lovely, debauched face and the drool run down the side of his mouth in an uneven trail. Watch the way his erection slid back and forth between his moist lips as he took him in with earnest enthusiasm. Gods, he was a sight to behold.
Ever the student, eager to please. And Viktor had much that he could teach him.
"Hmm mhm," Jayce responded, unable to say much else. Viktor’s breath hitched in response, the vibration traveling straight to the base of his spine. His grip on his cane tightened until his hand ached dully, but it quickly faded into the backdrop.
"Use your words, Jayce." He chastised firmly but gently as he brushed the back of his hand against Jayce’s cheek in small circles. He moaned again, leaning into the pleasant warmth of his touch. Viktor stared in incredulity. How long had he been holding all of this in? How long had he coveted his flesh and yearned to pleasure him as he did now, kneeling before him like he was an altar of divine offering?
"Yes. Sorry." His blush deepened. Viktor smirked fondly.
"Hm. Good. That will be enough." He allowed Jayce to stumble to his feet, his body trembling faintly from the lingering sensation of pleasure that clung to him like embers to a newly stoked fire. It had been a passing long time since he’d felt this. Since he’d shared the warmth of another. Longer than he’d like to acknowledge, lest the memory of it muddle what was otherwise a pleasurable experience with a vague sense of dread towards his own mortality. Lest he have to acknowledge the sheer depths of his own soul-aching loneliness.
Viktor gestured towards the camel-upholstered chair in the far corner of the room with a small nod of his head, his eyes dark with ardor. "Sit."
Jayce blinked. And then a bashful look spread across his face as he obliged.
The chair was far more comfortable than it initially appeared, plush and surprisingly soft to the touch. He sank into it effortlessly, and Viktor strolled over to him confidently, exuding an aura of authority and regard, despite his partial state of undress. He paused, tapping the insides of Jayce’s knees with his cane.
"Spread your thighs."
Jayce’s expression fell slightly. And then he realized what his mentor was requesting, and his entire face, neck, and ears flushed a deep shade of rose pink. "There's um, no need to do that. I already..." He gestured towards Viktor’s desk broadly, certain that the older man would put two and two together eventually.
Pivoting to follow Jayce’s gesture, he scanned everything atop the surface of his desk for a moment before subconsciously landing on a satisfactory conclusion. He turned back to Jayce, an eyebrow raised. Ah. So that’s how this was going to be, was it? How thrilling. Titillating, even. How very eager he was.
"Ah. Look at you, taking the initiative." Viktor complimented lustfully, admittedly thoroughly impressed that he’d thought of it. When he’d set himself to the task of seducing him, he’d done so with fervor and preparation. It was commendable, if not slightly unhinged. "So proactive. Headstrong. I've always liked that about you."
Jayce shrugged bashfully as he obliged his previous request and parted his legs, smiling softly as he burrowed into his shoulders a bit. It seemed he was a bit too self-conscious to speak at present, let alone accept praise. Perhaps he would become more expressive with time. More relaxed towards the notion of simply asking for what he desired.
Viktor shook his head and gestured with a sideways tilt of his hand. It got the message across. He wanted Jayce to turn over. It would be substantially easier on his back that way. Stooping over was… well, for someone substantially younger. He flinched internally at his assessment of himself. It was the truth, but it still hurt.
Eager to oblige, Jayce turned over, folding his arms in front of himself against the seat of the chair and resting his head against them. He felt Viktor’s hand running along the length of his back, guiding him into position; the other slipped along the underside of his hip, fingertips brushing against his stomach as Viktor fiddled with Jayce’s underwear and slipped them down around his knees. The robe pulled to one side, and Viktor’s hand snaked up his back, pressing gently as he rubbed circles into the lower portion of his shoulder blades reassuringly. Soothingly.
Gradually, Jayce relaxed, exhaling deeply into the cushion. He was ready. And the anticipation was killing him.
"Relax. Hold your legs open for me." Viktor directed, removing his hand from his hip so that he could line himself up with Jayce’s opening. The younger man shuddered as he felt the tip of his erection brush against him, trembling as he allowed his head to rest against the bare cushion. He grasped his thighs with his hands, doing as instructed. Viktor leaned over him as far as he could, pleased with his performance. Now this was an angle he could work with. "Good boy."
"Thank you, sir." Jayce huffed softly as he felt him press in just a bit, spreading the sensitive muscles of his opening. He gasped. And then Viktor paused.
Looking back over his shoulder, he came face to face with Viktor. There was a heady darkness in his eyes that he’d never seen before. A ravenous appetite. He looked like a beast of prey that had just been offered a choice cut of meat. He looked ready to devour him, wholly and utterly.
"... Say that again." It was an instruction as much as it was a plea from some carnal, bestial part of him that awoke at the sound of those words. Well, one word specifically. His eyes were half-lidded and his lips parted, the intensity of his wanton state enough to penetrate tungsten. Jayce vibrated, half eager and half terrified to see what he would do next. His heart raced in debauched anticipation.
"Thank you, sir." He purred the words like a kitten, almost mockingly, but still playfully as he smirked. He felt Viktor exhale. It was a wonder what one simple word did to him in this context. Jayce couldn’t help but wonder what the story was there despite himself.
Reaching up with the hand that had been on his back, Viktor grasped his chin, tilting it slightly as he leaned in. "Look at me."
Their eyes met as he slowly parted him, pushing inside with all the torturous, deliberate pressure of a pneumatic press plunging a stake through wet concrete. Jayce shuddered, opening his mouth to cry out, only to have the sound catch in his chest, and nothing but air escape in its place. Viktor curled his lithe fingers around his throat, gripping but not pressing as he bottomed out inside of him, the faint warmth of his body melding with the sheer heat of Jayce as they both groaned and trembled from the feeling.
It was the curve of him that nearly drove Jayce instantly over the edge. The throbbing heat wedged firmly within the walls of his rectum that sent him into a spasmic frenzy of sensation as he slowly withdrew and pushed back inside. As his walls clenched around nothing and then something in rapid succession, something deep within him tingling pleasantly at the friction. Viktor released his throat and dragged his hand down the length of his chest to his member, grasping the dripping, throbbing organ with an experienced hand and stroking it in time with his slow, steady thrusts.
Jayce cried out like he’d been gutted, muffling the sound against the cushion. He whimpered, his legs trembling as Viktor gradually increased his pace. For his part, the older of the two was enraptured by the texture of what Jayce felt wrapped around him. The way he clenched down like a vice, but then pulled him back in like a caution cup regardless, always eager to invite him back in as he returned. There was no resistance. Only pressure and pleasure in equal measure. And gods, the sounds he made…
He dug in deep, dragging upwards slightly as he pulled out, and felt Jayce gasp deep in his chest as he found precisely what he was looking for.
"Good boy." Viktor cooed as he stroked over that little spot inside of him again and again, taking on as punishing a pace as he could hold. He could feel the way that Jayce was trembling beneath him. The way his throbbing erection pulsed in his hand. The way that his muffled cries of arousal crested higher and higher with every thrust directly into his prostate as the tip of his shaft dug into him mercilessly. Viktor leaned in and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, and clasped the palm of his hand over the tip of his member. And not a moment too soon.
Jayce came with an amount of force so great that it nearly pulled Viktor’s feet from underneath him. All semblance of control fled him as he thrusted sporadically into the warm heat of Jayce’s body, drawing a strangled cry from him as his orgasm crested higher and higher. There wasn’t a drop left in him as he elongated his release. But the feeling of him wrapped around him. The way he pulsed, warm like velvet and soft as silk. It was entirely too much. Jayce would have to forgive him. Just this once.
With blinding force, he released deep inside of him, gasping aimlessly as he pressed in and allowed the bulk of his meager weight to rest against Jayce’s back, hoping quietly that it didn’t inadvertently harm him. Jayce panted, trembling beneath him as a foreign sensation of warmth spread deep within him. And then, Viktor went completely limp, the only indication that he was yet amongst the living being the faint brush of his breath against his warm skin as he slowly came down from the mountain.
Jayce released his grip and slowly slid over onto the floor, taking him with him as they both slumped against the plush surface of the rug, utterly spent and beyond words. Or at least Jayce was.
"I... did not mean to do that," Viktor finally managed, blinking heavily as he drew insufficient breaths. He… couldn’t remember the last time it had felt like that. That he’d felt this satiated. This… fulfilled.
Jayce exhaled deeply, rotating to face him as the tempo of his heart slowly decrescendoed. He looked concussed. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes watery. It was truly a sight to behold. "It's okay, I... I liked it. All of it."
The seriousness in his voice took Viktor utterly off guard. He chuckled.
"Did you now?" Viktor wondered absentmindedly if he sounded half as giddy as he felt. Or perhaps delirious was a better way to describe the full-body euphoria that he felt as he lay there on the floor. His back and right leg would surely retaliate against him for this tomorrow. Getting up off the hardwood floor would be a nightmare. Fatigue threatened to claim him here and now. And for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, he just didn’t care. "It seems we have so much more to learn about one another."
“Absolutely.” Jayce shuffled closer, nuzzling his head up against Viktor’s still-clothed chest. The material felt nice against his face. Warm. Soft.
Viktor wrapped his arm around him almost hesitantly, admittedly taken aback by the display of affection. It had been a long time since he’d been with anyone in anything even remotely resembling this capacity, but even then, his previous partners had not been this… affectionate. This eager to physically and emotionally connect with him. Jayce was like a newly hatched duckling imprinting on a stray cat. So eager to give and receive love, consequences be damned. To be of service. To bring comfort. It was strange, but Viktor couldn’t say he disliked it. Not in the slightest. In fact…
He remained silent for a moment, stroking Jayce’s back as he lay facing him. Cuddled up against him despite being the taller of the two. Soaking up all the tenderness that Viktor could offer him like a wet sponge. Finally, Viktor pressed a lingering kiss against his forehead. He’d told himself that this would be a brief flight of fancy. A bit of physicality to satisfy them both. But now… "Would you... Consider spending a second semester with me?"
Jayce opened his eyes and beamed, his smile as radiant as the sun as he beheld him with adoration. He nodded, eyes brimming with affection as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from Viktor’s handsome cheekbones with the back of his large hand. "I would like that. I would like that very much."
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The other ones won’t be this long. I’m sorry. I’d say that this one was more of a case of plot with porn. The next two, well… they will be far more porn with plot lol. I’ll get them out as soon as I can. Thanks for checking this out!
The plan was simple, if not grim. Jayce would return to Piltover, track down Viktor, and bring an end to things before they could get any worse. But when he arrives and finds himself in the depths of a version of Zaun that he doesn’t recognize, and in the company of an enigmatic yet somehow familiar scientist, will feelings both new and old get the better of him? And will he be able to return to Piltover without his help? TLDR: S2 Ep 6 Jayce and Machine Herald Viktor find a very cathartic way of settling their mutual frustrations with their better halves. Wrote this because I saw a Bluesky post and said "Fuck it, why not?"
TLDR: S2 Ep 6 Jayce and Machine Herald Viktor find a very cathartic way of settling their mutual frustrations with their better halves. Wrote this because I saw a Bluesky post and said "Fuck it, why not?"
Notes: Sorry, this ended up being a few days late. Jayce’s birthday was on the 7th, so I had to go write a fic about him going to the brothel in Zaun. It’s Day 6 of Deeper than Any Ocean, my Bottom Jayce Week fic, in case you want to check it out. Okay, now let's capstone this story!
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Jayce stood with his head pressed against the tiles of the shower, water trickling down from above like the remnants of what dripped from the rafters after a storm. His breath came in steady, even waves as he let the water wash over him, taking in the events that had transpired not long ago.
That had truly been… Something.
It was like a fever dream, resplendent and fleeting now, but in the moment, it had been truly magnificent. Even now, as he reflected upon it in the quietude provided to him by the shower, it seemed like an idle fantasy, something that he craved profoundly, revealed to him in whispers and notions passed to him in fitful sleep as he recalled his yearning to see Viktor again- his Viktor. But he knew that wasn’t the case. What had transpired between the two of them had been real. Tangible. Concrete as the ground beneath him.
He… couldn’t do it. Of that much, he was absolutely sure. He couldn’t return to his own timeline and end things between them. Be the bearer of death to one he held so dear. To the one he belonged to, body and soul. Not like this.
There had to be another way. He would think of something. He always did.
Sighing, Jayce turned the water off and grabbed the towel nearest to him. First, he had to get back to his own timeline. And that was an entirely different matter in of itself. First, they needed a power source for the rig.
As soon as he was dry, he stepped into the adjoining bedroom. As it turned out, the only room in the house with a shower was Viktor’s ensuite. Sure, there was a bath downstairs, but the occasion called for something less lengthy and more expedient. Exhaustion clung to him like verdigris to tarnished copper. He was going to find the first surface he could and collapse across it. And maybe this time, Viktor would let him stay that way.
He chucked to himself at the thought. And then something hit him across the face.
Jayce sputtered as a surprisingly soft piece of fabric struck him across the face, wrapping itself around his head and tangling in his hair. He removed it, holding it up haphazardly in front of himself as he regarded it with equal parts confusion and amusement. Ah. Apparently, his exposed chest was not permitted within the walls of Viktor’s bedroom.
He shrugged it on, reaching over onto the bed to grab something else that seemed to be left out with him in mind. Across the room, Viktor perused some of their blueprints, seemingly making a note of something. And to Jayce’s surprise, he hadn’t donned his mask again. Not just yet.
“You just happen to have clothes that fit me?” Jayce questioned in disbelief.
“It was his,” Viktor said almost too offhandedly as he stared at the paper in front of him. Jayce knew that look. Something was off.
“Ah. Speaking of that…” Admittedly, Jayce wasn’t sure how to broach the topic with Viktor. He’d heard enough about his in-universe counterpart to know that things were… Complicated between them. Things seemed to be at a standstill. An unspoken truce between them that wasn’t going anywhere. Jayce got the distinct impression that he was kicking the hornet's nest by bringing him up, even in passing. But still…
Viktor paused his reading for a moment, slowly glancing over at him. There it was. That little look he got in his eyes when his mind was a thousand miles away. When there was something on his mind. When an old wound was being picked at. “I’d prefer we didn’t.”
Jayce hadn’t expected him to say it so mournfully.
“I know.” He said simply. Clearly, now wasn’t the time for this. Perhaps later. In fact, now would be a good time to change the subject entirely. Jayce chuckled to himself again, shaking his head at everything that had transpired that day.. “I didn't know you had all that in you.”
It took Viktor a moment to register the comment, but once he did, he scoffed softly, evidently amused.
“You underestimate me at your own peril.” He said with a glint of mischief in his eyes as he turned his attention back to the blueprints. He fell silent, visibly deep in thought for quite some time. And then, without warning, he set the paper down on the foot of the bed, covered his face with his left hand, and let out a dramatic, full-body groan as though he'd just been informed that his entire life savings had been lost to a fire.
Jayce stared at him, stuck between being amused by his reaction and concerned by it. He walked closer, peering past him at the documents. Sure, he was willing to admit that he was a bit rusty from being trapped in that godforsaken cave for months on end, but surely his math wasn't that bad.
“What, don't tell me you have a muscle cramp or something,” Jayce remarked lightheartedly, unsure as to what else he could say or do to ease the tension. Something told him Viktor didn't want a pat on the back.
After a moment, Viktor's hand fell from his face. He slowly turned his head towards Jayce, staring at him intently. He parted his lips, clearly intending to speak, but then changed his mind at the last moment and closed them again. Jayce stared, rooted to the spot. Viktor looked so… conflicted. It wasn't a look he could recall seeing on his face in, well, ever. He was always so sure of himself. So certain of what he was capable of. Always striving towards a solution on the rare occasion that something truly stumped him with resolve and determination. He'd seen him look despondent and disappointed before, but this was something else. Something more personal. He looked discouraged.
Maybe he just hadn’t been paying enough attention…
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Viktor spoke. “... I know where we could get it to work.”
Jayce blinked, drawing a blank. And then he realized what Viktor had to be referring to. The prototype. Excitement crept up through him like rising water. “Where?”
“Progress Day is tomorrow. With any luck, he will be busy.” Viktor said under his breath, shaking his head with another groan as he rubbed his temple with his right hand, sighing in distaste. He sounded as if he was preparing for his own execution.
“Who?” Jayce inquired quietly. Viktor turned to look at him, his head turning languidly. Staring blankly. And then realization hit Jayce instantly.
Oh.
Of course.
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Their trip to the surface the next day took ages.
Piltover and Zaun were not like they were back where Jayce hailed from. The two cities were stacked overtop of one another here, the limits of the Undercity reaching unprecedented depths, even when compared to the version he was familiar with. And with it, the depravity and hardship he knew oh so well. It appeared that some things never changed.
But what was most surprising of all was just how easy it had been to get into Jayce’s workshop.
Virtually no one had been guarding the building, save for a handful of enforcers on the ground floor who had been easy enough to sneak by. Everyone’s collective attention was on the festival and the festivities that came with it, not the buildings behind them. After all, who would have the gall to pull something during progress day?
No one was going to notice strange noises coming from Jayce Giopara’s workshop. At least, according to Viktor. Apparently, the general public largely left Jayce alone, content to view his inventions but not interact with him unless strictly necessary. He could be… difficult at times, and he most certainly had a reputation that preceded him in that regard.
Reassembling the device had taken little more than the better part of an hour. It was a careful welding job, to be sure, but that wasn’t something that either of them was unfamiliar with. No, it was more the uncertainty as to whether or not the power source they had connected it to would hold, or if it would go critical and take half the upper district of Piltover with it. They’d ran the calculations long before doing this, sure, but their knowledge of the voltages at play were scant at best, and so to their knowledge of just how much power the corrupted crystal inside of the distorted Mercury Hammer was capable of outputting when compared to a standard Hex Gem. It was a total shot in the dark. They were flying blind with no backup plan, and it showed in the hush that settled over them as they focused unfalteringly on their work. There could be no mistakes. Not unless they wanted everything to come crashing down around them. Literally. The enforcers would be scraping them off the bottom of the Sump by the time anyone even pieced together what had happened.
“As I suspected, he isn’t here. He’s at the Progress Day demonstrations. No doubt demonstrating that new displacement slingshot of his.” Viktor mused to himself as he looked over the prototype. He nodded. It looked functional enough. Yes, this was somehow far from the most suspect thing he had ever assembled on short notice. This could work. “He will never get it to work. The capacitors are not up to it.”
Jayce huffed to himself, shaking his head slightly as he stepped forward to quadruple-check the welding job. With any luck, this wouldn’t kill them, and he’d be home in a few minutes. It was both exciting and disquieting. "If you hate him so much, why are you up to date on his latest invention?"
Viktor looked up, something about his demeanor changing. Being granted an opportunity to see his face had given Jayce a greater insight into how his body language gave him away. That being said, he still quietly missed the look in his eyes under the mask. The cool gleam of fierce intelligence that sparkled within, just out of sight.
"It doesn't matter?" Viktor retorted dispassionately, a measured calm to his tone. Controlled. Fettered. Yet the silence spoke volumes.
“No, not really.” Jayce shrugged absent-mindedly, feigning disinterest. At the end of the day, it didn’t change anything, not for him. He was going to leave, and the two of them would have to bid farewell to one another. But the way his heart clenched at the thought… In truth, it meant everything.
Jayce closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he sighed. He knew this would be the first nail in his coffin.“... Have you… Tried talking to him?”
Suddenly, Jayce was all too aware of just how quiet the lab was. He already knew, even without opening his eyes, what sight would await him once he did, but he did so anyway. What good would running do him now? What good had it ever done him?
“... What?” Viktor inquired through gritted teeth, only barely concealing his stupefaction. He stood up fully and folded his arms, tapping his foot.
“Working things out between you?” Jayce clarified casually as he straightened as well, cracking his shoulders. “Have either of you tried it?”
Viktor tilted his head to one side as if he were physically attempting to locate the source of this new fountain of stupidity that had sprung forth from Jayce. “What reason would we have to even attempt such a thing?”
Ah. Just as he’d thought.
“Because there’s still something there. At least on your end. I can tell.” Jayce declared softly. He didn’t need to see Viktor’s face to know that he was correct. That he had hit the nail on the head this time. And that Viktor was profoundly offended by the very notion that he might still harbor feelings for Giopara of all people, despite everything that he had done to remove them. Despite everything that had transpired between them over the years.
“Hmph.” It was all he said in response.
Jayce approached the machine, standing at its center. Taking a look at the runes. Giving Viktor a minute to simmer down. One could only hope this configuration would work. They were a contribution from Viktor, and he’d never seen several of them before, but the logic was sound. Now he just needed to feel his way through the eye of the storm. It should be simple.
“... Promise me that after I go, you’ll talk to him.” The request was genuine. Serious. Definitive in a way that almost seemed out of place. Viktor stared.
“So let me see if we’re on the same page,” Viktor said as he scoffed, walking over onto the open balcony to take a better look at what Jayce was about to do. They’d both agreed to do this outside, where it would pose a lower risk of shattering the windows and their eardrums alike. Viktor didn’t particularly see the appeal in trying to augment those. Or tinnitus. “You were stranded here. I helped you design a machine to solve this problem to no benefit of my own, and now you want me to do you another favor?”
Jayce positioned the warped Mercury Hammer at the center of the device. With any luck, the weapon would survive this. And if not…
He looked up at Viktor. “Yes. Because I want to be okay when I leave you.”
Viktor halted. He raised his hand as if he was about to try and communicate something, but then stopped abruptly. Even without a word shared between them, it was clear that Viktor was stunned. “... I…”
“You don’t deserve… I don’t want to leave you alone.” Jayce said gently, his eyes sparkling with affection. A knowing smile spread across his face as he glanced between Viktor and the platform he now stood on. “And maybe, just maybe, he feels bad about doing the same thing. I don’t know. I doubt it. But you’ll never know for certain if you two don’t talk. So please. For me?”
Gradually, in increments, something in Viktor’s demeanor shifted. His posture loosened, and his shoulders fell just a bit. His breathing slowed. And bit by bit, the words sank in. He contemplated them as the silence stretched on. His head tilted towards the floor in resignation. “... I will try.”
“That’s all I’m asking.” Jayce clasped his hand tightly around the handle of the hammer and took a deep breath. “Oh, and… Tell Naph goodbye for me?”
He cranked the handle.
The sky exploded in a menagerie of bizarre colors, fractal patterns, and randomly dispersed fluctuating cavities and craters, the spherical recesses floating and rotating around them in an orb of arcane energy as though it were natural. As though they belonged in this dimension despite all the evidence to the contrary. And then they accelerated. Widening and contracting organically. Like flesh and tendons being strung too tightly. Suddenly, the rune embedded into Jayce’s arm began to tingle. He tightened his grip on the handle of the hammer and took a breath, turning it again. Anchoring himself in place as the orb receded to encompass just him as the wind whipped around them. And then he met Viktor’s gaze.
“Goodbye, Viktor. And thank you. For everything.”
Despite everything, Viktor stood there, mask in hand and eyes transfixed on the sight before him. And in spite of the incomprehensible and potentially mind-shattering nature of everything that he now bore witness to, it all paled in comparison to the look in his eyes. “... Goodbye, Jayce.”
This was it. They both knew it.
Jayce smiled softly. Sadly. He hadn’t expected the Machine Herald to miss him. But he’d known all along that he’d miss him. He was Viktor, after all.
And then Jayce vanished into thin air along with all traces of the anomaly.
The air that had once lingered between them fell still as the last embers of their time together melted away into nothingness. He disappeared, leaving little behind but the insignia of the acceleration rune, a faint fragment of what had once been. And then it faded too. It was over.
Viktor stood there for a long while, processing it. Lingering on the sensation that his absence left behind. The strange pressure he felt in his head behind his eyes, and the blossoming tightness in his chest. Not the scent of discharged ozone that he’d expected. Not the warmth of Arcane power that he’d told himself he was right to feel. He folded his arms around himself, taking in a deep breath. It didn’t ground him like it should.
Walking over to the railing, he leaned his back against it. Down below, he could feel the shift in the atmosphere as evening settled over the last vestiges of the Progress Day festivities. Curiosity turned to alarm as the sky lit up with traces of the arcane. The distant pitter-patter of hurried feet as they ascended the spiraling stone stairs that led to the workshop at the top of the tower. Viktor didn’t budge. He knew those feet.
He was absolutely going to regret this.
Without warning, the door to the workshop slammed open, colliding with the wall behind it, knocking something over with a hollow clatter. The light flickered on. Viktor watched idly as his new visitor scanned the confines of his typically familiar workplace and found several things out of place. They’d brought the core of the machine up themselves, but had improvised with materials that had been discarded around the lab. Viktor was sure he was never going to hear the end of it. He didn’t care. Not right now, at least.
Finally, Giopara opened the balcony door, following the thick, sparking cable that led from the now no doubt fried generator to the large balcony beyond. He didn’t see anything at first. But as soon as his eyes settled over the sight before him, he froze. His back stiffened, and his breath halted, cut off prematurely in his chest. His eyes were wide and unreadable. Fierce and filled with uncertainty as they took in the sight of him.
They reminded him of someone when they’d first met. It felt like a lifetime ago now. Even if he knew it wasn’t.
Viktor faintly recalled that he didn’t have his mask on. It dangled loosely in his hand as he rested against the railing at his back, looking down at nothing in particular. Again, he didn’t care. Not at the moment. Giopara approached hesitantly. Cautiously. It wouldn’t have been his first ambush.
“Viktor… Viktor, what the hell are you doing in my-” he started. Viktor untucked his arm and raised his hand calmly, hushing him. And then he raised his head, meeting his eyes, and smirked. It was a beautiful night.
“Gio… Jayce… I know it’s late… but I believe we have something to discuss.”
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I’m not crying, you're crying! NGL, now I kinda wanna write a part two where Jayce comes back and brings his Viktor to meet Machine Herald Viktor. Maybe Jayce can finally meet Giopara. I’m sure that Giopara meeting Arcane Viktor would go… Well, it would certainly go lol. This was so fun. Yeah, I will write that after BDSM Jayvik week if I haven’t been crucified by the whole community for writing bad smut. See you on August 15th lol!
Thank you so much for reading this fever dream (that is probably improperly tagged. Like, is this a crossover?) I hope you enjoyed it. Take care and let me know what you think if you have time. I love hearing from all of you. I linked my socials in my bio if you wanna come mess with me on Tumblr or Bluesky. It’s been a great time. Thank you again,
If you have either or, please tell me about it. I'm in the dark on them both! Also: your alternatives!
I love games like this. I currently have the platinum trophy for both Bloodborne (my all-time fave) and Elden Ring (I have 3.5k hours in it. HELP). I already own Sekiro (which I FUCKING SUCK AT. I am awful at parrying and timing except in Bloodborne where I can parry anything) Dark Souls 1 and 3, and Black Myth Wukong.
I don't typically play online, but I am willing to try!
Help me out here, please. Thanks!
PS: The only reason I wasn't getting the DLC for Lies of P is because I A) haven't played the main game yet and B) because the game is currently on sale for $30 and I'm broke 😂 I can get it at a later date if I enjoy the game! I've heard it's amazing!
