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Viktor was a theatric at heart. Which meant he might have been playing up his moans just a little bit, watching through lowered lashes as his loud groans and calculatedly sultry cries slowly drove Jayce more and more insane beneath him. He watched Jayce with heated eyes, warm but canny, intent on making this good for him.
“V-Viktor-“ Jayce gasped, short and bitten off as if loath to interrupt the sounds spilling from Viktor’s lips, “Fuck, fuck, Viktor-“
Viktor’s leg would hate him later for straddling Jayce for so long, but that mattered little when the man lay sprawled beneath him right where he belonged, eyes blown and chest heaving, warm hands laid across Viktor’s thighs with a grip that somehow managed to be both firm and careful. Each rock of Viktor’s hips sent jolts of pleasure shooting through them both, Jayce’s large hands flexing on his thighs as he struggled not to buck Viktor off with his own thrusts, his sweat-slick skin sliding hotly against Viktor’s as the sight of Jayce’s pleasure elevated his own. He moaned louder, licentious and lewd like the prostitutes he’d hung out with as a child, the only people willing to indulge the loneliness of a disabled child. He was grateful now for the things he’d picked up from them growing up, wanting nothing more than to drive Jayce out of his mind with lust until the only thought he was capable of was Viktor’s name.
“Ah… ah… mn… ah …” Jayce looked so fucking perfect. So beautiful. The only thing more wonderful than the vision he made against the plain sheets was the feel of his cock spearing Viktor open in a way that made him feel alive, “Jayce, my Jayce, you feel so big… ah … inside me…”
“Fuck.” Jayce’s moan was high and broken, reminding Viktor of the early days of their relationship when he was still relatively naive, a stranger to the world of carnal depravity Viktor would drag him into, “W-Who fucking taught you how to talk- hah!”
Jayce had not been a virgin when he and Viktor first fell into bed together, but there had been an innocence about him that Viktor had taken great pleasure in sullying inch by erotic inch. Jayce had been so studious at first, so gentle, restraining his desire as if worried the sheer magnitude of his lust would scare Viktor away, as if anything short of armageddon itself could have pried Viktor from his arms. The realization that Jayce thought Viktor was a virgin had been delicious. Pinning him down on the bed with an incubus grin to thoroughly disabuse him of that notion had been exquisite. It didn’t hurt that Jayce was a spoiled only child born into privilege, possessive and grabby and loath to share that which he felt belonged to him.
Lucky for him then, that Viktor delighted in being coveted.
“Vitya.” Jayce’s hands on his hips pulled him from his mental tangent, his voice wrecked but laced with a hint of urgency, “Come back to me, V.”
“I’m here.” Viktor grinned easily, lowering his lashes in a way he knew made Jayce shiver, “Not going anywhere, luchik.”
“Lost you there for a second…” Jayce was staring up at him with an expression he couldn’t name, lust and fire and an intense sort of focus that made Viktor feel like something beautiful, something precious. It was a tragedy that he barely had enough time to bask in it before he noticed the slight mist beginning to form in those pretty brown eyes, causing panic to grip Viktor’s lungs like a clawed vice. He halted his movements immediately, freezing as his heart leapt into his throat.
“Are you alright?” he asked quietly, all teasing gone as he settled his hands lightly at Jayce’s face, ready to pull away at the slightest hint of distress. Jayce’s breath hitched, catching slightly in his chest like an aborted sob as he grasped one of Viktor’s hands to press it fervently to his face.
“Yeah.” Jayce’s voice cracked, nuzzling into his touch with a shuddering breath, “Just… love you. I love you so much, Viktor.”
“Ah.” Viktor said, slightly confused, yet his heart still fluttered at the words despite having heard them a thousand times, “I love you too.”
“I didn’t mean to bring down the mood” Jayce murmured, shifting his legs to brush comfortingly against Viktor’s back, always so gentle when he was without his brace, “I just had one of those intrusive thoughts, you know? About how close I came to…”
“To?”
“Losing this. Losing you.” Ah, so that’s what this was about. Viktor couldn’t help but relax slightly, giving Jayce a reassuring smile, small but sincere.
“I understand.” he murmured quietly, stroking raven hair with a reverence normally reserved for his work as a single tear slipped from Jayce’s eye, landing warmly on Viktor’s hand, “You have ruined nothing. I know my eh… episode frightened you.”
That was an understatement and they both knew it. Viktor’s brush with death had triggered something wild in Jayce. He’d been intense, obsessive some might say, dropping any and all projects and obligations that weren’t absolutely necessary in favor of ensuring Viktor’s wellbeing. He’d thrown himself into his work with a fervent desperation that bordered on frantic, barely eating or sleeping unless Viktor or Mel forced him to in an ironic reversal of their usual habits, determined to cure Viktor’s illness and save his life no matter the cost. He refused to listen to reason or logic or anyone telling him it couldn’t be done, like saving Viktor’s life wasn’t just an ambition for him, but a fundamental necessity of life.
Viktor would be flattered, charmed even, if it didn’t break his heart to see Jayce waste what little time they had left together on a fruitless endeavor.
“It doesn’t matter now.” Jayce said, shifting beneath him with a shallow thrust, as if embarrassed by his momentary vulnerability, “You’ll be fine, and everything will go back to normal. I just need a little more time.” Such naivety. Such hope. Jayce was teetering on the edge of a very steep precipice, and Viktor…
Viktor had grown up in the smoggy dark of Zaun’s lower levels. He’d grown up knowing only poverty and constant danger, a bleakness that even his loving parents couldn’t shield him from forever. He’d learned early on how to play to people’s expectations and weaknesses, leaning into the ‘poor frail crippled child’ image when money was short and his parents were at their limits and there were ignorant piltie tourists practically begging to be relieved of their fat wallets. Viktor knew how he looked to strangers, both as a child and an adult, sickly and thin and just the right amount of helpless to make one’s protective instincts flare up. Even Jayce might have seen him that way at first, but Viktor had disabused him of any such notions fast, and Jayce had taken to his true self with a sincere respect and camaraderie that Viktor hadn’t realized he’d been craving.
But Jayce was also fragile at times, the cracks in his composure only growing with the news that Viktor was dying. Right now, filled and loved and held so tenderly, Viktor had the power to decide if they spent the night making love or working in silence, if Jayce would embrace him or shuffle off to throw himself back into his feverish research, ignoring Viktor in his mad quest to save him. Even this brief interlude was only made possible by human libido, for as obsessed as Jayce was at the moment, Viktor was still the root of that obsession, and beneath the brilliant mind and unceasing determination Jayce was still a hot-blooded man with needs. As long as Viktor suppressed his coughs and hid his fatigue, he could keep Jayce warm and pliant and relaxed beneath him. Jayce needed this, almost as much as Viktor did.
“Vik?” Jayce called uncertainly, and Viktor stroked a thumb under his eye to reassure him that he had not gone away again. He had gotten better over time at discerning when Jayce needed to be kicked off his high horse and when he needed to be handled indulgently. Now was a moment for the latter.
“Hey.” he said gently, Jayce’s breath hitching as he made his voice low and soothing, “There is no need to worry. You’re going to save me, yes? You’re going to pull some last minute miracle out of your perfect ass and save my life. You’ll prove me and everyone else wrong.” Jayce nodded furiously, hips bucking a little more as some of the tension in his shoulders eased.
“I’ll save you.” he echoed, automatic, like a mantra he repeated to himself. He pressed another kiss to Viktor’s palm, “I’m going to save you. I won’t let you slip away.”
“No.” Viktor murmured fondly, moving his hips just enough to make Jayce draw in a stuttering breath, “No, you never give up, do you? Even when your quest seems a futile one.”
“It’s not futile.” Jayce said sharply, snapping his hips harshly in clear reprimand, Viktor’s gasp ringing in the quiet room, “I told you not to think like that. You’re not dying, Viktor. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
“As you say.” Viktor shook his head with a slight smile, leaning over him to catch his lips in an apologetic kiss, one that Jayce accepted eagerly, “I would be remiss to doubt the tenacity of Piltover’s finest councilman.”
“Mn, that’s right, I’m an important councilman.” Jayce finally let his eyes slip closed as he melted into the kiss, speaking between adoring words as his hands started slowly stroking up and down his sides and back, warm fingers lightly brushing the impressions left by his brace as his hips moved lazily, “Once you’re cured and hextech is figured out, I can give you anything. Everything. You’ll never want for anything ever again. Ask anything of me and it’ll be yours, there’s nothing I would deny you. Nothing, Vik.” The words were fanciful. Unrealistic. Jayce had to know that there was no way he could keep such promises. But then again, he did wholeheartedly believe that Viktor could be saved despite all evidence to the contrary, and while Viktor didn’t agree… what harm could it be to humor another rose-tinted fantasy, just for tonight?
“You’ll take care of me?” he asked with a laugh, purposely hitting Jayce right in the service kink, and Jayce’s answering shiver was intoxicating.
“Yes. Yes.” he snapped his hips up hard, nailing the spot within Viktor with pinpoint accuracy, making him arch into his touch with a cry, “M’gonna take such good care of you, Viktor, I’ll make you so happy. Won’t let anything happen to you, won’t let anything upset you. We’ll be so happy.”
“You’d abuse your position for my benefit?” he laughed, unable to summon even a shred of disapproval as he shifted his hands to rest on Jayce’s firm chest, pushing himself upright and trying not to flush at the bereft noise Jayce made.
“Everyone else does.” Jayce teased breathlessly, “If they can abuse it for their own benefit, why can’t I abuse mine for yours?”
“Foolish.” he chided without heat, and Jayce doubled down with a squeeze of his waist.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” he challenged, hips snapping in a steady rhythm that hit Viktor’s spot nearly every time, making answering him more difficult than it needed to be.
“I-I’m a handful.” he tried anyway, his hips moving of their own accord as he chased the pleasure Jayce gave him, “I’m greedy and ambitious and selfish. I’ll take everything you have to give and more and I won’t stop-“
“Good.” Jayce growled, adjusting his grasp for better leverage, “You deserve it, you deserve it all. Tell me more, tell me what I can give you.”
“I… I want a little house by the sea.” he moaned, allowing Jayce’s little fantasy to envelop him as well, “With a laboratory, and a window seat long enough to rest my leg.”
“Done.” Jayce said instantly, and Viktor tried not to show how much his easy and immediate acquiescence affected him.
“A house just big enough for us to share.” he emphasized, and Jayce’s face did something complicated before he sat up abruptly.
“Yes.” his voice trembled slightly as he pulled Viktor flush against him, the angle allowing him to sink even deeper into him as he pressed his nose to the spot just under his ear, kissing wherever he could reach, “ Yes. The sea air will be good for your lungs, and we’ll be able to work all we want with no interruptions, just you, me, and our work.” The sheer longing in his voice took Viktor by surprise, and he found himself wishing with all his heart that it was possible to grant Jayce this dream.
“J-Jayce-“ Viktor let out a shuddery moan as those powerful arms held him as close as they physically could without hurting him, “Jayce, Jayce, deeper…”
“Keep talking.” Jayce asked, pleaded, “I love your voice, I love when you tell me what you need. What else would make you happy?” Fuck, Viktor was so weak against this man.
“Ah… M-More funds directed to help Zaun’s infrastructure.” Viktor bit his lip as Jayce’s lips trailed across his throat, eyes crinkling with mirth as he threaded his fingers into Jayce’s soft hair, “Perhaps we may yet lend credence to the rumors that I am a zaunite honeypot bent on seducing you for political purposes.”
Jayce’s eyes flashed at the mention of those rumors, his fingers digging slightly harder into him, and Viktor hurried to distract him lest his mood sour.
“There are so many orphans in the undercity that need help.” he started trailing open-mouthed kisses across Jayce’s jaw, dragging his fingers through his hair in what he hoped was a soothing motion, “So many less fortunate than us, alone and shivering and hungry. The sight of them awakens something horrible in me.”
“Horrible?” Jayce blinked, suitably distracted as he tilted his head back to allow Viktor more access, “Like anger? Helplessness?”
“Worse.” he sighed, “My paternal instincts.” Jayce huffed a laugh, squeezing him briefly in a way that made Viktor press closer.
“Oh, so your worst nightmare.” Jayce laughed quietly, “Well, if those pesky things persist, we can always adopt.” Viktor pulled back slightly to look at him, eyes warm and fond as Jayce smiled back helplessly. He loved this man so so much.
But that didn’t mean he was above a little mischief when he started getting presumptuous.
“Ah, that would be heaven.” he sighed wistfully, kissing him lightly, “A cozy home, just me and you and our seven children...” He said it with a straight face, allowing no hint of jest in his eyes or his voice. Jayce let out a strangled sound, his eyes going wide with panic as his entire body froze.
“Sev-“ he choked out, “Uh that’s, I mean… F-Frankly I was thinking maybe one or two?” he swallowed loudly, and Viktor just barely managed to bite down his laughter. He let his eyes go soft and lips form into a slight moue, the look he’d give to the lonely well-off in his youth when his sister had drunk their parents' money away and winter was coming. The look that helped feed his family when times were hard.
“I thought you said there was nothing you’d deny me?” he asked with just the barest impression of a pout, dragging his hands up Jayce’s chest just to feel him shiver, purposely tightening around his cock with a slow, sensuous roll of his hips. Jayce’s brain seemed to take a moment to reboot, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he stared at Viktor like he was something both frightening and powerful. With Jayce looking at him like that, he felt frightening and powerful.
“I-I…” Jayce looked to be having some kind of inner crisis, “I mean… I… I guess we could start with two and work our way… I-If you… It might take some doing, but…uhm…” Gods, he was trying so hard, Viktor almost felt bad. Laughter bubbled in his throat, and he managed to hold it in for another six seconds of panicked babbling before he physically couldn’t anymore. He buried his face in Jayce’s shoulder as the laughter shook his shoulders, and he felt the offended huff against his hair as Jayce realized he’d been had.
“You.” he grumbled, running a hand gently up and down his back, the careful motions a fun contrast to his miffed tone, “You’re the worst. You’re a menace to society. Everyone thinks you’re the voice of reason in this partnership but they don’t know shit. My love is an agent of chaos, a herald of mischief, a troubleboy and a fiend.”
“I had you for a minute there, yes?” he laughed brightly, kissing his throat in wordless apology, “You were really running the mental calculations for seven whole children, just for little old me?”
“Fuck Viktor, you scared the shit out of me!” Jayce exclaimed, and Viktor let out a gasp as he was suddenly flipped onto his back, Jayce settling smoothly between his spread legs without pulling out. Viktor wanted to be jealous of how easy he made it seem, but he was too busy moaning at the sensations the movement wracked him with. The new position was actually easier on his leg, and his back seemed to thank him for giving it something soft to relax into. Jayce watched him closely for any sign of discomfort, only relaxing when Viktor kissed him with a shaky laugh. His hands gripped Viktor’s, pinning them to the mattress above his head with a tender lace of their fingers, and Viktor shivered at how exposed he felt, vulnerable yet safe.
“Jayce, I couldn’t possibly care for even one child.” he murmured against his lips, easily allowing himself to be held down, “I mean, what do I feed it? And where would it live? I would need to purchase a jar and some twigs, yes? A plastic ball for them to roll around in?”
“They’re kids, V, not hamsters.” Jayce started moving his hips again, laughing into the kiss as Viktor made a soft noise, spreading his legs wider.
“The point is negligible.” he rolled his hips to try and take Jayce deeper, his eyes going hooded as he looked up at him with a heated gaze, “Because I don’t want to share you with anyone.”
“Oh?” Jayce grinned, seeming pleased as punch, and Viktor’s voice dipped low.
“As I said, I am selfish and greedy and utterly corrupt.” he rumbled, feeling Jayce shiver against him, “As far as I am concerned, you belong to me. And I refuse to share.” Jayce watched his face with something unfathomable in his eyes, something warm and loving and just this side of hungry.
“Agreed.” he murmured after a brief moment of just looking at him, “You’re a bad influence, V. I was never this selfish before I met you.” A complete and bold-faced lie, or at the very least an amusing delusion, but it was one Viktor didn’t feel like fighting him on.
“I can make you worse.” he promised with a gleam, “I can make you the most corrupt, self-serving councilman Piltover has ever seen.”
“Can you?” he seemed excited at the prospect, hips speeding up slightly, stealing the breath from Viktor’s lungs, “Do tell.”
“The people, ah, will love you of course, as you l-love them.” Viktor said between punched-out breaths, “But they’ll all know that your, ah, your true loyalty lies with me. They’ll know-ah fuck -They’ll know that everything you do is to please your skinny little arm piece.”
“Fuck.” Jayce whispered hotly, hunching over him slightly as his cock drove into him, “Everyone will know who really calls the shots.”
“They will all know that you’re whipped. Their man of progress simpering at the lap of an undercity whore.” he moaned, and Jayce made a displeased sound, leaning down to nip at his chest in silent reprimand.
“Not a whore.” he murmured, teeth coming dangerously close to a nipple, “I’ll simper at the lap of my brilliant zaunite partner who knows the hearts of men and the realities of the world far better than I.” Viktor shivered, a flush rising to his face even as he tried to suppress it, pushing his chest up in a silent demand for more.
“Stop being sincere when I’m trying to dirty talk you.” he said flatly, but the need in his eyes belied any displeasure, and Jayce’s response was to take his nipple into his mouth with a soft laugh, eyes fluttering slightly as Viktor gave a soft exhale. Jayce spent a few moments just laving the hardened peak, taking his sweet time making Viktor squirm beneath him as he leisurely soaked in every sound he wrung from him, every hitching breath and choked moan and filthy string of words, drinking them in with a greed to rival Piltover itself.
“Of all the pilties you could have chosen to corrupt with your brilliance and raw sex appeal.” Jayce finally pulled back with a lingering kiss to the pebbled peak, eyes hazy with lust despite the teasing words, “I’m glad you chose me.”
Something clenched in Viktor’s chest, and he held back a cough lest he wipe that gorgeous expression off Jayce’s face.
“As am I.” he murmured quietly, squeezing his hands, “I do love you, Jayce.”
“I love you too.” he kissed him, soft and slow, “So much. That’s why I can’t just let you go. I’d be lost without you, Vitya. Please, just be patient with me for a little bit longer, okay? I’m so close to a breakthrough on this, I can feel it.” Viktor wanted to believe him. He wanted to so badly it ached, and yet he couldn’t. He couldn’t allow himself to hope only to have it slip through his fingers again. But somehow he couldn’t bear to tell that to Jayce. He wondered when he had allowed this egotistical little piltie to make him so weak.
“Of course.” he murmured rather than voice his thoughts, forcing his expression into anything but disbelief, “I have faith in you.”
“You do?” Jayce asked softly, hopefully, and Viktor fought down another cough as he tugged at his hands, Jayce releasing them immediately. Beautiful, obedient, foolish, wonderful Jayce.
“I do.” he lied, wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders just to feel him, shivering when Jayce’s arms slid around him to press their bodies as close as he could, “There is very little you cannot do once you set your mind to it, however unrealistic it may seem.”
“Viktor. I would do anything for you.” Jayce mumbled into his throat, kissing along his jaw as he fucked him slow and tender, “Do you know? The lengths I would go to to keep you safe?”
“I have an idea.” he answered quietly. Jayce’s answering smile was so warm, so happy, and Viktor couldn’t bring himself to fully regret indulging Jayce in this fantasy.
He just hoped it wouldn’t make things more painful when the inevitable happened.
“Enough of this emotional distraction.” he made an effort to steady his voice, wrapping his good leg around Jayce’s waist and clenching hard around him, grinning at the surprised cry it got him, “I want you to fuck me hard enough that I can’t walk for a week, make me scream your name so loud our neighbors across the street complain. I want you to fill me up again and again until there’s no possible way I can ever be free of you.” The sound Jayce made was like an animal, his composure falling apart with one shuddering gasp as his hips snapped roughly as if developing a mind of their own.
“ Fuck, if I ever learn who taught you to be such a sexy fucking devil, I’m either gonna punch them or shake their hand.” Jayce groaned, sounding halfway to wrecked as he drove Viktor into the mattress, “Maybe both, I’ll punch them while shaking their hand and then I’ll buy them a drink. Who were they again?”
“Maybe, ah, you’ll f-find out one day.” Viktor managed a shaky smirk, not falling for it despite Jayce’s best attempts. Jayce looked at him then, eyes bright and pupils blown wide, something untamed in his smile as he pressed their foreheads together with a quiet growl, his eyes never leaving Viktor’s.
“I will.” his voice was a low rumble, full of undeniable promise, “And you’ll be there to introduce me to them. I’ll ensure it.”
And for one wild, beautiful moment… Viktor believed him.