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The lab is different.
Viktor can feel it before he ever opens the door, the tenseness behind it that seems so out of place he wonders if he somehow came to the wrong place in the academy.
But it is indeed his lab, with, indeed, his partner.
Just… different.
It takes a moment to feel out the difference, glancing around at no obvious threat, before the sudden waft of scent hits him full force.
Jayce.
Hunched over a worktable, wiring something complex into the newest drive for their hexgate as blue sparks shoot off in odd directions as he continues to work.
Jayce, his very much in rut, alpha, partner, who is throwing off scent like someone dropped a bottle of cologne in the middle of the lab, sitting with obvious beads of sweat dripping down the back of his neck.
Viktor swallows, feeling his own body immediately warm in response, and crosses the room softly until he gets to his side. “Jayce? Why are you here?”
Jayce looks up at his approach, blinking owlishly at him with a gaze that is very much not entirely focused. “I’m… working?”
Viktor stares at him, eyebrow raising. “I see that. I mean why are you here like this?” He gestures to encompass Jayce’s obvious state, taking in the shortness of breath with instant concern. “You should be at home.”
“I’m fine.”
He clearly isn’t, and the immediate dismissal rubs Viktor in distinctly the wrong way. “Do not insult my intelligence, pick a better lie than that.”
Jayce tenses, but his scent takes on an oddly hurt note rather than anything aggressive. “Sorry.” But Viktor can see the fine tremble to his hands, the way the tool between his fingers nearly drops right from them more than once, and that is worrying in its own right.
It is Jayce, gaze snapping to his with a wild eyed look, the second Viktor’s fingers slip beneath his own to pull the intricate metal free from his grip. “You are done for the day.” It is soft, not a command but nearing the edge of one as he watches the fever-bright gold struggle to focus on his face.
“I can handle it.” Viktor can practically hear his heartbeat, watching the flicker of his rapidfire pulse beneath his jaw as his muscles lock up. “I have worked through it before.” Jayce’s hands clench on the desk, knuckles straining as he clearly battles the impulse to rip the piece right back out of Viktor’s hand.
“Not on something this complex.” He says. Gently. “Not on something that could blow us all to ash with one wrong calculation.” Viktor reaches for a tool, slowly, telegraphing his movements as his fingertips once more graze Jayce’s to slip it from beneath his palm. He is quick to disarm the mechanism, notching a few gears enough to free the gem and take it out. “It can wait. Go home.”
The scent of him only gains intensity, both from his frustration and from the unseen clock ticking down to the inevitable. Wildflowers and wildfire, drenching the space in the heaviness of aching need.
Viktor can’t help the way his own body reacts to Jayce’s distress, desperately wanting to reach out to him to comfort, to ease the rigidity in his frame and pull him close to safeguard. His heartbeat picks up, and he can’t stop the instinctive cracking dam of his own scent as it answers the call of Jayce’s rut in an attempt to soothe.
It at least seems to help, after a beat.
The clench of his jaw lets go, breath coming in short harsh bursts as Jayce drops his forehead into his palm. “It isn’t normally like this. It’s never- I can’t just-” He snaps his mouth closed, free hand still creaking the desk beneath his knuckles.
“Being in the lab won’t help.” Viktor keeps his voice even, glad that he is mostly speaking to Jayce’s back as his eyes follow a drop of sweat down the back of his neck with pinpoint precision. “You will feel more grounded at home.”
The growl he gets in response is unusual, not menacing but a clear vent of frustration, and the flash of a thick fang digging into Jayce’s lip has Viktor’s skin aching in a way he has never felt. “But you’re not- it won’t be-” It is mostly a snarl, Jayce’s body tensing once more as a fine shudder runs along his shoulders. His breathing is gaining speed by the second, deep lungfuls of scent-thick air as if Jayce is trying to drown himself in it.
The instinct is instant, Viktor reaching for him before he can think better of it, fingers spanning the back of his neck and digging his claws in just enough to feel the points of them. “Easy. You are okay.”
Jayce stops breathing entirely for a second, frozen beneath his grip before his body goes lax in one whining exhale, leaning back into Viktor’s hand with a pained look. “Sorry- I’m sorry, I just-”
And Viktor has a millisecond to wonder what he could possibly be apologizing about before there is an arm around his hips, and he is yanked forward in one swift move as Jayce buries his face just beneath his sternum with a wounded noise. “Jayce?” His hand follows the movement, cupping the back of Jayce’s head against him.
But there is no response to be had, apparently, and Viktor is only anchored further when Jayce’s other arm wraps around him as well as he rumbles something incomprehensible into Viktor’s shirt.
Viktor has been told before that his own scent is relatively mild, and a couple of his previous heat partners had joked- irritatingly- about him being ‘just a beta with a fun side.’
Jayce apparently does not agree with that sentiment, considering how intensely he is trying to breathe in through the fabric to the point where Viktor feels the sharpness of fangs scraping lightly along his skin as he bites into the cloth.
His own breath jolts, body immediately heating in a wild flush at the feeling of it, and he can’t help but thread his fingers into Jayce’s hair and squirm a bit as he does it again. “Ah, Jayce!”
His fingers tighten, enough to pull the fever-bright gaze back up to him, molten gold watching with restless need as Jayce’s arms tighten even more around his hips. “Would you?” Jayce turns his head to nudge Viktor’s wrist with his nose, blinking up at him with that heart-wrench look. “If I asked, would you?”
The shock of it stills Viktor for a moment, head cocked as he stares down at him. “You don’t already… have someone for this?” Heat and rut partners were standard in the Undercity for everyone, and if you were without the brothels were always at the ready to assist.
It seems odd, even with Piltover’s more prudish tendencies to keep things behind the scenes, that someone like Jayce wouldn’t have one.
But he is shaking his head, arms still vice tight around Viktor’s hips as stares right back. “Never wanted one.” His breathing is unsteady and shuddering, ribs pushing against Viktor’s hip in uneven gasps. “Never done- not with anyone.”
The flush that strikes him is more than just fever, and Viktor realizes belatedly what he is really saying. His body softens, giving to the hold around him as he lightly strokes across Jayce’s cheekbone with a small smile. “Then you have to ask me properly.”
Consent laws aside, Viktor wants to hear the words. He wants to remember the sound of them.
And Jayce does not disappoint, looking up through his lashes and leaning into Viktor’s palm as he speaks, eyes full of hope now that he hasn’t been shot down immediately. “Will you be my rut partner?”
Viktor nods, and barely gets halfway through a ‘yes,’ before Jayce is jumping to his feet and grabbing fistfulls of Viktors shirt, gaze darting over his face in a quick bid for permission.
And it takes everything he has not to roll his eyes as he hooks two fingers beneath Jayce’s chin and pulls him in.
The obedience is instant, whether from complete desperation or actual intention is up for interpretation, but Viktor sighs in pleasure when Jayce immediately follows the direction and kisses him.
And then it is just the softness of lips against his own, and the slight bite of day-old stubble against his palms as he anchors them along Jayce’s jaw, making an amused noise as an arm wraps firmly across the back of his hips.
Jayce is a whining, starving, thing. Nipping and licking along the seam of his lips until Viktor lets him in, and then there is just a tongue sliding along his own with so much heat it is almost burning.
He can already feel himself falling beneath the haze of Jayce’s scent, body gearing up steadily as he breathes it in and tastes the hint of it in the kiss. Viktor lets his hands slide further into Jayce’s hair, tilting him just-so to deepen it properly as he purrs happily against him.
Jayce answers him immediately, the rumble of his chest so comically loud Viktor has to laugh into the kiss, and it is only made worse when an arm scoops him underneath his thighs and picks him right up off the ground. It is enough for him to break off, looking down at Jayce with an amused brow as his partner blinks back up at him. “Eager?”
Jayce groans a laugh of his own, dropping his forehead to Viktor’s collarbone which in no way hides the rampant flush. “You don’t know- you have no idea how long I’ve-” He cuts off with a sigh, nuzzling into the side of Viktor’s throat and licking along the sensitive patch of skin. “God you smell good.”
And then it is Viktor’s turn to fall apart as Jayce’s mouth closes just beneath his scent glands, sucking the skin into his mouth and tugging at it with the sharper points of his canines. His neck bares immediately, giving any access he wants as Viktor’s fingers tighten in his hair to hold him there while he moans. The need that had been steadily climbing suddenly bolts to the surface, heat pooling in his core until he can feel the growing slickness between his legs.
Viktor manages the wherewithal to wrench Jayce’s head back, noting with satisfaction the blown out look to his pupils as he snaps his teeth at him lightly in annoyance at being interrupted. “We are not doing this in the lab, Jayce.”
Though a large part of him wants to throw any common sense in the trash and just get bent over the desk and railed, and even the thought of it has Viktor clenching his jaw to avoid begging for exactly that.
Especially with Jayce so close and tight against him, with the heat of his cock pressing needily into the arc of Viktor’s thigh, and the open pleading to his eyes that are so blown out they are almost entirely black.
Still.
“My room is two minutes away.”
And really, he should’ve anticipated what reaction that might evoke, and not been surprised when he is suddenly airborne for a split second before landing over Jayce’s shoulder.
And what a freeing thing it is, to laugh so openly and wildly as he is carried right out of the lab.
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He barely registers the door slamming shut behind him before he is shoved right back up against it, getting a sharp gasp of air before there is a mouth on his once more.
Jayce is a furnace against him, rumbling low and loud into the kiss and sliding a hand along his belly to hook his fingers into the buttons of his pants. His scent is engulfing, filling the small space of Viktor’s apartment in seconds and flooding all of his senses with the rich heat of it, and it is quickly becoming such an addicting thing.
Jayce is always so careful, washes so frequently, takes care to use gloves constantly so he doesn’t leave his stronger alpha scent all over the lab. It is one of the most obvious Piltover things about him, the forcing back of natural instinct.
Viktor is terribly pleased to see the difference, when nature overrides all else, and the scent he has only gotten mild notions of in the past is suddenly dragging along his skin as Jayce reaches for anything he can get his hands on.
Anything currently being the planes of his belly as his rough palms slide entirely under Viktor’s shirt, kissing more desperately with every second until Viktor reaches down to get a grip on the fabric and hoist it over his head. Jayce’s eyes immediately open as he is interrupted from Viktor’s lips to let him get undressed, gaze following the path to his hands with a rut-drunk look as he watches Viktor reach for the button of his pants as well.
And Viktor can’t resist being a bit of an ass in the moment, only giving himself enough space to get a hand down beneath his waistband to stroke along himself, sliding fingers through the wet mess of slick to tease along his own clit.
The effect is immediate, Jayce’s ongoing purr stopping short into a growl as the scent hits him fully, teeth snapping forward to snag Viktor by the side of the neck in a firm grip. It is not enough to hurt, but it is a surprise, and Viktor can’t stop the gasp at the heady feeling of threat for a brief moment, before Jayce lets go. “Sorry- I didn’t mean- sorry.”
But Viktor shakes his head, smiling as he pulls Jayce’s face back up, and drawing his other hand free from himself to trace beneath Jayce’s lip. “Don’t apologize.” It leaves a streak of shininess across his skin, and the drop of Jayce’s jaw is lovely in response as he takes in the scent so close.
“You aren’t helping.” But he is still smiling, shooting Viktor an incredulous look as he pants in the space between them. “I’m barely holding it together. I’m trying not to-” He hisses, brows pinching as Viktor sneaks a hand down his chest to deftly pull the buttons free and let it fall loose to his elbows. “Fuck, I’m trying to be good, and you are making it very difficult.”
And he arches so beautifully when Viktor toys with a nipple between his fingers, grinding up against him with a wounded noise while Viktor nuzzles beneath his jaw. “You are being good. Way too good.” And it is easy enough to continue the path, reaching his still slick hand down to Jayce’s pants and teasing along the bare skin just above. Jayce’s scent is rich beneath his nose, and it is decadent to taste it from the source, licking a broad path across his scent glands and getting a light hold of the tender skin between his teeth.
Whatever tenuous grasp on propriety Jayce had managed to keep until this point is shattered in an instant, and he snarls loudly above him a second before Viktor is being hoisted up by his thighs and bodily swung around towards his bed. The mattress squeaks in protest at the hard fall of both their bodies, and Viktor has half a second to laugh before hands are tearing his pants right down the seams.
Jayce is a wild-eyed thing above him, throwing his own clothes off haphazardly, and taking half a second to reach for Viktor’s brace with a questioning look.
“As long as we have no plans to leave this bed.” But his own voice is already hoarse, mouth nearly watering as Jayce kicks free of his own pants and his cock comes into view, long and thick and curving towards his belly, and Viktor knows this is going to be good.
Knows when Jayce quickly but gently pops the clasps of his brace and sets it to the floor beneath them and out of harm's way.
Knows when those heart-wrench gold eyes look up at him with mild embarrassment as he drops his chin to Viktor’s belly. “You will have to tell me what you like.”
Knows when kisses follow the path downwards to where he is hot and swollen and wet, and there is a millisecond pause before a curious tongue slides through him.
Viktor’s hands scramble for him, getting a grip in Jayce’s hair as he bucks forward on the next pass, gasping at the happy rumble reverberating through his cunt as Jayce purrs and presses deeper.
Jayce, who is suddenly a starving man with a feast before him, arms hooking Viktor’s thighs to pull him down and even tighter, and muffling whines with every fresh pulse of slick dripping down his jaw.
The scent of himself is getting stronger with every second, body keyed up and aching from the second he stepped into his home with an alpha in rut, and there is an emptiness to him that is only barely being soothed with the slow drag of Jayce’s tongue as it reaches further and further into him.
Viktor curls into the pleasure, hips squirming under the relentless attention but only growing in frustration by the second. “Jayce- mm, Jayce!” He tugs at his hair, maybe a bit harder than he means but it does take a decent pull to convince Jayce to release his prize.
Jayce blinks up at him, face shiny and eyes blown out entirely as he pants wetly into the softness of Viktor’s thigh. “Fuck you taste so good.” His brow furrows, as he pulls against the grip in his hair to try and get back to where he was, but Viktor stops him.
“I will feel even better.” His thighs shake lightly, tensing on Jayce’s jaw when he frees himself enough to swipe his tongue over Viktor’s clit. It is insane, honestly, how restrained Jayce is managing to be, how he hasn’t just given in entirely and thrown Viktor to his hands and knees and simply taken him the way his instincts must be screaming at him to do.
Stupid sweet alpha.
But Jayce is whining against his belly, nodding and pressing his lips to the arc of muscle beneath his navel before nipping into the tender spot with a canine. “Like this?” He nods to their positions, hands stroking softly along Viktors flank and back before sitting up.
Viktor has a hard time not drooling at the sight of him kneeling between his thighs, cock hard and heavy and delicious-looking between his legs. It is impossible to resist reaching down to feel it, letting the heft of it fill his palm with lovely heat as he strokes him.
Jayce bucks into his hold with a strangled noise, hands dropping to either side of Viktor’s ribs and gripping white-knuckled into the sheets. “Viktor, Viktor please.” The words curl around too much fang, muscles tense and rigid as he struggles to hold himself together.
Viktor nods, not letting go, but curling a leg over Jayce’s hip to pull them flush. “I’ve got you.” His body is screaming, overhot and aching with emptiness, and it is barely a second before he is lining Jayce up and guiding him in.
Both of them snarl at the first second of contact, Viktor dropping his head back with a pleased growl as he is spread wide by each impressive inch, cunt soaking as it accommodates him. And Jayce is so tense he is barely breathing, teeth digging into his own lip as his arms flex, fabric ripping beneath his claws with a loud noise.
Viktor scents it immediately, the bitterness of anxiousness beneath the whirlwind of pleasure and need, and he is quick to reach for him. “Jayce.” The alpha’s eyes flutter open when his hand cups his cheek, lip curling in growl as he blinks down at him. “You need to let go. You’re in rut, you can’t hold back like this. You’ll hurt yourself.”
Jayce’s breath comes in sharp little pants that shudder his whole frame, tilting his face to bury his nose into Viktor’s wrist with a whine. “I don’t want to hurt you.” It is barely coherent, the hoarse words sounding like they are shredding his throat just to say. “I want to be good.”
Viktor smiles, arching a bit to get the tiniest bit of movement from the thick cock fitting snugly inside him. “You already are.” The slide is barely there, just a fraction of an inch either way but it feels so lovely he can’t help but tighten his thighs around him. “So good for me”
And it is the easiest thing to lean up, to coax him downwards into a kiss and get the taste of himself from Jayce’s lips before parting to whisper against him. “Come on, Alpha, I need you.”
It might be a bit unfair, but the end result is exactly what he is aiming for, as Jayce’s eyes go wide and his muscles finally let go. The first snapping thrust is enough to make Viktor’s back bow, and he drops back down with a whine as Jayce does it again, again, spreading him wider as he anchors one hand on Viktor’s thigh instead and presses it up into the mattress.
His cock fits into him so perfectly, huge and hot and stroking just right to have Viktor’s hands clutching into the bedspread above his head with a shaky moan. Every slick thrust has his scent gaining more richness, and it is no surprise when Jayce curls tighter against him to tuck his face into Viktor’s throat.
Jayce is still a wonderful mix of furious growls and needy whines, sucking at the skin just beneath Viktor’s scent glands with an obscene noise as he continues to drive into him. He is starting to properly lose it now, thighs shaking as the bed creaks in protest with every rock forward, and his teeth begin to dig in sharper with every thrust.
Viktor’s body goes lax with it, feeling the steady climb of his orgasm as everything grows too hot and too tight. Jayce’s knot begins to form and catch, rubbing deliciously along his walls as it pops free a couple of times before seating inside him properly. The thick stretch has him snarling into the open air, hand reaching down to clutch Jayce to his throat as the alpha bites down, hard.
It is not enough to break the skin, but just barely, and it is all tight and bruising pressure everywhere that finally topples Viktor over the edge. He comes with a high whine, cunt clamping down so hard it is almost painful, and it is only half a second before Jayce is right there with him, rocking hard enough into him to shift the knot even deeper before stilling and groaning into the skin of Viktor’s throat.
It is a long moment before either one of them can get any semblance of coherence, too busy stroking hands over skin and basking in the warmth of one another, purring happily as they come back down.
It is no surprise that Jayce speaks first, pulling back from Viktor enough to case the damage, with an obvious break from his feverish gaze. “Are you… okay?” His fingers stroke along the edge of the mark he just made, eyeing the bruising with a horrified look of guilt.
Viktor huffs a laugh, reaching a hand up to brush Jayce’s hair back from his eyes. “Of course I am.”
Jayce’s brow pinches, still eyeing the mark doubtfully. “I’ve never- I mean I didn’t think it would be like that.” He shudders a bit, mouth dropping open as his eyes close, and Viktor can feel his cock give another jolt inside him as the aftershocks take their course. “I’m sorry if I was too… much.”
It is such an odd statement that Viktor can’t think of a response for a moment, and reaches to stroke a hand down the warm muscle of Jayce’s back in an effort to calm the climbing worry. “You were perfect.” The words are soft, but not light, and he leans up to tip Jayce’s chin beneath his fingertips and draw him back to his lips.
The alpha’s breath sighs out of him as he gives to the pressure easily, mouth velvety and hot against him as Viktor purrs happily into it. But it is only a second of gentleness before it deepens, and a tongue slides along his own as Jayce’s eyes begin to dilate once more.
Viktor felt it coming anyway, the rise of the rut still very much present, the heavy rich scent of Jayce spiking once more as his cock gives a helpful throb inside him.
Jayce though, parts from him with an apologetic look, shaking his head as if to clear it as he sits up. The movement drags the still stuck knot inside him a bit, and Viktor hisses before snagging a hand on Jayce’s shoulder to stop him. “You need to stop worrying, we are only just getting started.”
Which does not seem to help much, judging by the frown he is met with. “I don’t like feeling out of control. I don’t want to do something that you don’t like and not be able to stop myself.” He is quiet, concern sitting heavy in his tone as he meets Viktor’s gaze.
Viktor isn’t certain when they arrived at this odd impasse, but he is already sick of Jayce’s lack of self-trust. “You are hardly out of control, if I didn’t know the difference I would never guess you were in rut at all. Plenty of alphas are far worse than this without the excuse of heat to cover their actions, Jayce, rut or not.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Jayce shakes his head, cheeks pinking as he looks to Viktor’s side. “It has never been like this, half the time I never even took a day off, but this, I…” He sighs, mouth parting to speak again but he hesitates briefly before finally-
“-I think it’s you.”
Viktor blinks, head cocked as he tries to understand. “Me?”
“I’ve never wanted anyone before, and it was just too much, I thought I was going to lose it when you told me to go home and I couldn’t-” Jayce growls, lip curling slightly as he continues. “I couldn’t leave, not with you there. I couldn’t just walk out and go home without you, when the only thing I wanted to do was curl up on your lap like a damn dog.”
It is such a stark thing, to have it all thrown out into the open like that, and Viktor has to take a second to replay the events of that morning.
And to replay the events of the last several months.
“You want me.” It is less of a question and more of a statement, now.
Jayce rolls his eyes, tugging Viktor’s thigh a little tighter over his hip to stroke along the softness of his skin. “Obviously.” He makes his point with a slow rock of his hips, deep and gentle as his cock begins to plump up inside him once more.
But Viktor is not being distracted currently, no matter how quick his body is to flush hot with renewed interest at the silky drag of him. “No, before, before all of this, you-” Viktor has had his fair share of partners for heats and ruts, companions of convenience and good timing.
But he has never had someone seek him out just for him.
Jayce smiles, a small and soft thing that Viktor wants to sink his teeth into. “Viktor I have thought about you like this since we first met. That first night, when we were floating around Heimerdinger’s lab, I wanted to kiss you so bad I thought it was going to kill me. Every day I would walk into the lab and want to smack my face into the wall to get your scent out of my nose, when all I wanted to do was crawl into your shirt.”
“Then?!” Viktor sits up, propping his arms behind him as he stares at Jayce. “Why didn’t you… all this time, why didn’t you say anything?” It seems a little bit insane that they are having this discussion right now, considering, but he can ignore the growing ache and neediness from between his legs for the time being.
“You were my partner!” Jayce scoffs. “We had only just met, and this stunning genius of an omega saved my life and my ass from the council, and put his neck out on the line to help me. You were this… untouchable thing that I couldn’t just have, I-”
Viktor pauses, taking in the rapid fire information as best he can, warmth flooding into his chest at the even just the thought of it. “For someone so smart, you have been incredibly stupid.” He reaches for him, grabbing his face in his hands and pulling him close. “Of course you could’ve.”
Kissing him again is different, both in the way Jayce practically collapses into him, and in the way his own body loses every bit of tension in an instant. Viktor can’t stop once he starts, sucking and nipping at his lips and tongue, whining through the odd breathless moan as they begin to rock together with more intention this time.
At least until Jayce pulls back enough to raise a brow, and hooks a hand around Viktor’s hip to flip them as he rolls onto his back. The movement shoves him all that much deeper, as Viktor finds a seat astride him, hands dropping to his chest for balance as he laughs. “An alpha who wants an omega on top while he’s in rut?”
Jayce shrugs, smiling right back. “I want to watch you come like this. And then I want to taste you again, for as long as you’ll let me.”
And Viktor can't find a single thing wrong with that plan.
~~
One thing about Jayce Talis, is that he is a man of his word.
Which means that it is several hours before he can be pried from between Viktor’s legs, having gotten back between them the moment they had untied.
It is Viktor, past any sense of coherence whatsoever, fingers tightly tangled in Jayce’s hair as he continues to suck him off with such fervor his jaw is probably going to be numb tomorrow. But it is impossible pleasure, the unending hunger and stamina of his alpha as he licks and sucks and fingers Viktor through another rib shuddering orgasm. Until he is wailing as the pressure never stops, hips bucking into Jayce’s mouth as he fucks his clit against his tongue.
It is Jayce, waking in the night and biting into a pillow with raging need, not wanting to wake him but succeeding in doing so anyway, before Viktor pulls him close and guides him in. It is holding him tight to his body as he shudders through the oversensitive pain of it, fucking into Viktor with short jack-rabbiting thrusts before his knot catches once more and he whimpers as he buries his face into his throat.
It is Viktor, ignoring every bit of heat etiquette and common sense he possesses, stroking through the sweat damp hair and whispering. “Bite me.”
And he doesn’t think he has ever felt anything so perfect, as Jayce’s canines sinking straight into his neck.
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