Prisoner Jayce
Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: NON-CON, Forced Pet Play, Kidnapped Jayce, Established SilVik, You tell him Viktor
Viktor bringing Jayce to Silco as a sign of loyalty and Silco asks Viktor if he'd like to keep him as a pet
Jayce having a hood on for the entire conversation, but recognizing Viktor's voice, and he doesn't know if he's scared or aroused, or maybe it's both. He's also confused
Silco rips off the hood once Jayce is bound and on his knees.
"Welcome to my office, councilor"
Jayce looks around and sees Viktor reclining on the couch with a cigarette.
"Vik, what's happening?"
Viktor sighs and leans forward with a sharp, cold look in his eye.
"I always hated when you shortened my name."
Jayce lets out a groan when Silco pulls his hair and curses his dick already getting half hard. He looks up at Silco and he can feel tears stinging at his eyes.
"I-I don't know what you want. I--"
Silco slaps him across the face sharply.
"It's not what about what I want, boy," Silco replied. "It's what Viktor wants."
Jayce is so confused when the slap makes his dick twitch and strain against his slacks, fully hard now.
Silco glances down and scoffs "Pathetic."
Silco circles him once, deciding what to do next. Eventually he grabs Jayce's face, turning it to the side and examining it.
"Such a waste," Silco tuts. "You'd do well at Babette's."
Viktor scoffs. "He'd enjoy that too much."
Viktor leans forward and Jayce tries hard not to look at him, even with his face being barely a foot away.
"I think he's far more suited to being our little toy, hmm?" Viktor smirks.
"He'll need to be broken in," Silco points out.
Broken in, Jayce thinks, eyes going wide. Like a fucking dog?
Before he can even think of voicing that thought, Viktor beckons and orders sharply, "Come here."
"I'm a little tied up --"
Silco slaps him again for the back-talk. Almost knocks him over with the force that time.
But Jayce manages to keep on his knees.
"Come here," Viktor repeats. "Walk on your knees. I'm sure you know how."
Jayce grimaces but keeps quiet as he shuffles over to Viktor. He keeps his head down as he kneels at Viktor's feet.
"Ah, see?" Viktor smirks. "It can be taught."
Viktor reaches over and grabs a strap of leather off of the couch next to him. He brings it to Jayce's cheek and drags it across the stubbled skin.
"Now, a pet is deserving of a collar, don't you think?"
"I'm not a pet," Jayce whispers, looking away, even though a shiver ripples through him.
Viktor tuts.
"Oh, Jayce, down here, you're whatever I say you are."
"Why are you doing this?" Jayce bursts out, almost snapping at Viktor, causing him to back away. "Viktor, we were partners, we..."
Viktor holds up his hand to stop Silco, and stares at Jayce as he continues.
"If you wanted to do this to me, I-I would have let you. I just wanted to be with you."
Viktor's eyes soften in what Jayce mistakes as love, until it's overcome with pity and disgust.
"That's where we differ," Viktor explains. "I may have mistaken you for a partner, but that was before I knew what true partnership was."
Viktor reaches out for Silco, who leans close and kisses him with a deep, starving passion.
Jayce watches them kiss with fire in his belly and tears in his eyes, hoping that this was some sick dream he would wake up from.
Viktor sighs as Silco pulls away and leaves a soft kiss on Viktor's temple before he straightens up again.
"Now I see you for what you really are," Viktor turns his attention back to Jayce.
"A distracting, pathetic thing that used me and robbed me of my true goals and ambitions."
"But -- but our Hextech dream --?"
"Our?" Viktor arches a brow. "Our? Forgive me, but helping Piltover leave my home further and further behind was never my dream. I wanted Zaun to prosper, to thrive; to give my people a chance to rest and heal. And when the time came for you to help me.....you didn't."
"I tried to help you. I wanted to fix you--"
Somehow the slap stings harder and longer coming from Viktor's hand.
"How dare you," Viktor seethed.
Jayce can't stop the tears from spilling then. Viktor has never hit him before. Never like that.
"I don't--what do you want me to say, Vik--tor," Jayce tacks the end of his name on quickly.
"You can't fix me. I'm not broken. I never was," Viktor bites out. "But you Pilties.....all you ever see is my cane. All you hear is my accent. My cough. And you find me wanting."
Viktor gets up with an angry sound
"Instead of making space for me, you try to improve me."
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