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After their breakup, Viktor returned to the flat he’d rented in the undercity as a university student. It’s a miserable and damp little hovel. Its complete inaccessibility highlights how a younger Viktor took for granted his health in those days. The floorboards are uneven so sometimes his cane catches an unfortunate angle and he stumbles. The elevator is almost always broken and the two flights of stairs are just doable on his very best days, a strain on the worst.
He’s thirty-three, single and still living in the undercity. Granted, he has the funds to live somewhere better but pride is a strange beast. Logic is Viktor's dearest companion, but even that fails before his pride. Jayce hates that he lives in the undercity - the unpredictability and the crime. The apartments shitty but it’s familiar and it’s always been his; was his before Jayce. It’s a reprieve from the crash site that was their breakup. Being co-workers is a testy thing even now but they were scientists before they were lovers. Plus, Jayce is still almost always out schmoozing and networking.
That’s all to say that when Viktor hears pounding on his thrice locked doors, he sincerely does not anticipate Jayce. Irritation is his first instinct, seeing Jayce is in one of his ‘please invest in me’ suits. Viktor knows if he gets closer, he’ll smell Mel Medardas' vanilla and tobacco body oil on Jayce. Upon further analysis, though, Jayce is slumped over and he smells… he smells of sweat and something else. Viktor feels his mouth water and tightens his lips. Jayce’s longer hair dangles messily into his face, his beard is longer than he tends to prefer it, and his buttons are undone, showing the sweat shining through his hairy chest. Viktor had been (is) in love with the man, so he forgives himself the stab of arousal; it had never been their intimacy that doomed them.
“Jayce, are you sick?”
Viktor startles back when… when Jayce growls in response, his canines baring themselves. Jayce’s eyes, always a sunny gold, are now almost black from the way his pupils are blown. Seeing Viktor step back, Jayce growls more and steps in uninvited, pushing the door open and away from Viktor's hand. Viktor settles on being very irritated.
“You idiot, are you drunk? What, do you just accept any drink a pretty face gives you?” He sneers.
His ugly jealousy may have been a motivating factor in the breakup.
Jayce, quick to anger or quick to be hurt, doesn’t react, and instead he slams the door shut behind him. Before a thought can conjure itself, Jayce - large, beefy and tall Jayce - uses his body to cage Viktor back into the wall and shoves his nose into Viktor's neck and inhale.
“Jayce Talis!” Viktor gasps, feeling the man's burning skin press against him, juxtaposed by the damp sweat. Jayce’s tongue drags along Viktor's neck in a wide arc. Viktor, against his will, spasms as the sensitive area is attacked and his cane drops from his hand. Aroused, confused, scared and tired after a day of constant pain, Viktor's legs give way. Jayce’s puts his hands around Viktor, effectively holding him up and trapping him and sticks his tongue into Viktor's ear.
It’s been a long time since Viktor's been with anyone. Never mind with a person who knows him in every position and orifice humanly possible. The moan that rumbles out of him is guttural and hurts his throat.
“Fuck, Jayce. What are you doing?”
He might’ve been drugged by one of those relentless upper city partiers. Viktor attempts to collect himself and begins to shove away from Jayce, who just tightens his hold. Fear begins to swirl amongst the other ten million feelings he’s experiencing and Viktor resorts to something dark and dirty that both he and Jayce fought about constantly. He fawns. Viktor pushes his hand through the tight press of their bodies and places it on jaw, swiping his thumb across Jayce's lip. Jayce closes his eyes at the contact and sucks the thumb into his mouth - that is new - and presses his hard cock against Viktors waist with a whine. Viktor pops his thumb out and forces himself onto his tip toes, ignoring the twinges of pain that spark up his spine as he does. He kisses the side of Jayce's lips. The man is so fucked up he wont remember any of this tomorrow.
“Jayce, my love, did you take something? A drink from someone?”
Jayce was the easiest person on the planet to manipulate when it came to Viktor's affection. It had quietly delighted Viktor that if he just sweetened himself a little bit, Jayce would find himself betraying his boundaries and wants. Just to keep Viktor playing self conscious high school girlfriend. Truthfully, Viktor has always been a terrible actor, and was being genuinely pathetic about Jayce almost all of the time. However, pride demanded he weaponise it against the poor man. It works like a charm, as usual. Viktor ignores how wet he is, as the shame makes his cunt throb.
“Want you,” Jayce says, his voice gravelly. Viktor resists rolling his eyes. The monster being rubbed against him was evidence enough of that. Viktor knows he can't physically push Jayce away, and he checks in with himself. Does he want to fuck a delirious Jayce who barges into his house and humps him forcefully against the wall? As much as it gets him going, no, Jayce isn’t in any state to consent, and Viktor doesn’t want to give him hope of a reconciliation. The last time they fucked, a few months after the breakup, Jayce expected Viktor to move back in with him the morning after. They hadn’t spoken for six months after that, and only Viktor's insistence that they continue working together for HexTech broke the silence.
“No, Jayce. I don’t want to.”
No more fawning. Viktor will feel sick tonight about taking advantage of Jayce's state to indulge in his worst habits, but he’s put his foot down. Jayce, however, bares his teeth again and grabs Viktor's jaw in his calloused hands. Confused, Viktor seriously begins to push at Jayce to no avail. He starts to flail his body as panic sets in. Jayce tilts Viktor's head to the side and licks the side he hadn’t yet.
“Mine, my bitch, I’ll make it good, okay?” Jayce pants.
“What the fuck? Jayce!” Viktor nearly screams, but the sound dies in his throat when Jayce bites Viktor. Not a normal bite, Jayce’s teeth seem to sink deeper and deeper into Viktor. Blood begins to drip down his shoulder and his arm, pooling around Jayce's lips as he bites even deeper. The initial piercing and wound isn’t anything too painful, as Viktor has lived with worse for large bouts of his life, it’s the consuming orgasmic warmth that radiates once Jayce has fully bitten down. Viktor clings to Jayce’s back, moaning uncontrollably as he feels his bladder loosen and he pisses himself through an overwhelming orgasm. Jayce grumbles like a pleased dog and sticks his hand down Viktors trousers to his cunt and begins to finger him as he pisses.
“Juh, Jayce?” Viktor moans deliriously, his entire body ringing.
Viktor releases his neck and licks the wound gently, sinking another finger into Viktor's squelching hole. His mouth is covered in blood, and his teeth are abnormally elongated.
“Good boy, Viktor. You’re a good boy for me.” Jayce smiles and pulls his piss and slick covered hand out of Viktors trousers and proceeds to lick himself clean. Viktor's mind can't seem to grasp onto a single thought or conclusion outside of Jayce, wet, hurts.
“H-help?” He says dumbly.
“I’ll take care of you.” Jayce says and lifts Viktor and begins to head for the room. Viktor gives himself over to the delirium.
—-
Jayce had done a good job of hiding how badly his life had fallen apart since Viktor dumped him. Enough that even Viktor seemed to believe he was doing fine or even better. How does someone move on from their soulmate? Yes, soulmate. From a young age, Jayce had been intense about the people he cared about. Watching your mother almost die in a desperate immigration attempt to escape poverty had gifted Jayce an anxiety around the people he loved. Viktor, well fuck, Viktor was practically made to trigger every feral instinct Jayce hadn’t even realised he’d had. Horrendously pretty, disgustingly intelligent, lonely and desperate. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Viktor didn’t scratch an itch; he hammered nails into Jayce's heart. Jayce hadn’t let himself be openly insane about Viktor - the man was touchy about his independence and solitude. Being taken care of was difficult for Viktor.
Their bond had been stronger than the sharp edges of their personalities, though. Viktor had saved Jayce from the ledge, had taken his dream and dedicated his life to help make it a reality. He was higher than any God to Jayce. It had been an honour to worship him. It’s why he’d ignored Viktor's DNR, lied to Viktor's doctors about his wishes and had forced Viktor to life once he’d all but made his peace with death. He’d felt their bond could survive anything but Viktor had dumped him on the spot when he realised what had happened. There was no possibility that Jayce would walk away permanently or let Viktor do the same so he’d made sure his presence was always notable. When they’d fucked, in a dirty alleyway, after Jayce crashed an attempted date, he figured Viktor was done pretending he had a genuine choice in the matter.
The enforced silence had almost driven Jayce to madness. It was clear Viktor needed to feel his absence. He had no family, no friends. That wasn’t a design by Jayce; Viktor simply was made for Jayce to consume. Viktor had only ever tried someone else on that singular date, and well, Jayce fixed that. The man's tolerance for isolation was terrifying, his stubbornness could match his intelligence for quality and quantity. Jayce stopped cutting his hair or shaving. He only made an effort when he needed to for HexTech, and he made sure that Viktor would see him as thriving. If he used Mel as a knife to twist the wound, well, he just wanted his soulmate back.
Viktor crumbled under the pretence that HexTech was suffering. Jayce couldn’t care less, he had a new dream, he had Viktor. More months passed, turning into two years. The ache for his partner back, for him in every capacity, had led him to ‘having an accident’. Jayce’s leg had been broken so severely, he also now had to wear a brace. The pain, the constant ache, was the best decision he’d made in years. To Viktor, Jayce had been made more equal, more of a tangible reality to him. It had tided Jayce over, having Viktor's worry and care, but their fragile relationship as co-workers and friends was never, ever, going to be enough. The illusion of choice was important to Viktor, Jayce understood this, but two years was allowing Viktor to be comfortable in a reality where he isn’t with Jayce in every sense of the word. And that couldn’t happen.
After his nightly check that Viktor had made it home safely. Viktor is perceptive to everything that doesn’t involve his self. So Jayce watches not from cameras but from the street across from Viktor’s flat. Lurking around one night, Jayce found Vander's bar and drowned his misery. The proximity to Viktor helped soothe his anxiety about their distance. The whisky took the edge off. It was a seedy place but Caitlyn’s girlfriend Vi, ran the security like the fucking navy, so Jayce was never too concerned. He didn’t look very Piltie nowadays, regardless.
The facts are blurry after this: someone stormed the bar, people scattered, and Jayce got bit. The fucker bit Jayce. The rest was a burning nightmare of venom in the system, broken bones and finally, Vander telling him he was a werewolf. As a man of science, of progress, Jayce wanted to reject this entirely, but the reality was in him. Jayce’s worst instincts had barely been capped; now he was a feral half-man, half-beast. Vander prepared him as best he could: his entire family were werewolves. Caitlyn knew already and warned him about how he would have the same monthly situation as Violet, a rut. He cringed to hear who was essentially his little sister talk about her sex life, but something caught his attention. Caitlyn had told him never to bite Viktor. Jayce rolled his eyes. Of course, he would never harm Viktor, but it wasn’t like his bite - a turning bite. Vander confirmed that if you deeply bit a human, it would trigger a bond that would tie you together for life. The human, once bitten, would become docile and submissive to allow the werewolf to fully cement the bond through a ritual. It was an insane man’s marriage. It was perfect.
So he’s in Viktor’s flat
The smell of Viktor is intoxicating. His usual scent, the clean linen smell, is present but the smell of his slick, his sweat, his piss, his blood. Jayce is salivating.
“Jayce… what, what’s happening?”
Jayce clenches his jaw to keep himself from biting Viktor again. The rut is an all-consuming fire that burns in his belly. It screams at him to fuck, breed, claim. To make Viktor his again, to merge their scents and souls. It’s all thoughts Jayce has had before he was a werewolf but it’s never been this impossible to control. He tries through. Viktor doesn’t like being hit in bed. He likes a slow poison, degradation and back-handed compliments. He likes feeling out of control. He usually only allows himself to access this when he feels he's playing a part. Getting Viktor into subspace is a herculean effort. For him to be so needy and reliant right now. God, Jayce is going to devour him. Jayce strips a loose-limbed Viktor, ensuring he doesn’t rip Viktor's brace off with his new strength and shaking hands.
He hasn’t been this close to Viktor in a year; every inch of skin is an oasis in a desolate desert. When Jayce has full access to Viktor's top surgery scars and his pretty pink nipples, he licks all over them until they’re wet. Viktor, so sensitive, pushes himself towards Jayce and flinches back in a punishing cycle. Jayce moves his thigh between Viktor's legs and bites Viktors shoulder when he feels the burning heat of Viktors cunt on his leg. His curly pubes scratch against Jayce, and he holds himself back from diving down to inhale his musk. Viktor tentatively presses against him at first but the venom working through him is breaking down his inhibitions fast and eventually his gorgeous long fingers are in Jayces hair, holding tight, as he humps himself against Jayces leg. He lets out irritated huffs, eyes glazed over. Jayce is a glorified sex toy right now.
“That good, baby?” Jayce pants. His cock could burst, his fangs throbbing in his gums. He wants to fuck but the wolf inside him thinks: human mate, careful, Viktor, love. Tearing into Viktor would satisfy a base instinct, but that isn’t what drove him here. Viktor is his partner, taking care of him, ensuring the bond takes is priority.
“You smell so good.” Viktor moans.
Jayce doesn’t anticipate Viktor licking Jayce back, his sharp teeth playfully nipping at Jayce's neck. An electric current moves throughout Jayce's entire body, and he grasps Viktor's neck, not squeezing, holding, and flips him onto his stomach. Viktor presents naturally, like a good bitch, and presses his ass back towards Jayce, searching for skin on skin contact. Jayce is still clothed and sweating through every layer. He kisses Viktors lax mouth and sucks on his tongue, enjoying the drool and spit that smears between them. When he moves away, Viktor pouts and flutters his eyelashes, displeased. Viktor loves kissing. Jayce doesn’t resist kissing him some more but moves down to spread Viktors perky ass and kiss his hole hello. Viktor shoves his face into the pillow - always a little mortified whenever Jayce paid attention down there. Jayce loves his ass but he has a special relationship to Viktors pretty pussy. He reverently kisses all over Viktors cunt before he flattens his tongue through his folds and sucks on his dick. Viktor groans long and guttural into the pillows, and his hips spasm. Jayce moves back and slides his face under Viktor and holds his hips, helping him lower himself onto his face. Viktor always got wet easily but he’s soaking right now. Jayce's eyes roll to the back of his head as he shoves his tongue into Viktor's hole and feels his warm slick pulse out and down his chin. His pubes tickle Jayce's face, and he moves his hand down to squeeze his cock, despereate for friction. Viktor, not being constrained by Jayce any longer, lifts himself and flips over Jayce. He unzips Jayces trousers and shoves them down with his boxers just enough to lower his face to Jayce’s drooling cock. Instead of sucking him, he lays on Jayce and rests his head next to base and lazily licks at the root. He slides his hands down to grab Jayces ass, happily squeezing as he kittenishly kisses Jayces cock.
Viktor is typically an ethusiastic cock sucker but Jayce is thrilled seeing him fucked out and passive. His pride soars knowing that Viktor is going to take any pleasure Jayce will give him, and that's all. Even playing with Jayce’s cock is because Viktor wants it, not particularly because he wants to give Jayce anything. Jayce happily shoves himself back into Viktor’s cunt, licking and sucking everywhere except his dick until Viktor grabs Jayce’s cock and squeezes harshly in frustration. Jayce growls but happily begins to blow Viktor until he’s moaning onto Jayce’s cock through another orgasm. Jayce moves Viktor so that he has his back to Jayce's chest, head leaning back onto Jayce's shoulder. Jayce rubs his thumb over the inflamed bite mark and smiles when Viktor shudders.
“I’m going to get you some water. Stay here.”
Viktor turns around onto his knees and wraps his arms around Jayce's shoulder when he tries to move off the bed. Jayce kisses his cheek repeatedly, heart swelling with love. Viktor nuzzles into his shoulder.
“Will I take you with me?” Jayce laughs. Viktor just holds on tighter, so Jayce happily lifts him, careful to support Viktor's weaker leg around his hip.
He walks to the kitchen, valiantly ignoring the way his erection throbs as he walks. Viktor's slick is smeared on his shirt - he’ll have to remember not to wash this one. Jayce places a soft hand towel on the counter and settles Viktor onto it, kissing all over his face, targeting his moles as he does. Viktor has a foot looped into Jayce's leg as he fills up the water. Luke warm for Viktor's sensitive teeth, freezing for himself. After he chugs it, Viktor stares at Jayce with more lucidity than he’d prefer.
“Jayce, what is this?” He touches his mating mark.
Jayce grumbles happily as he watches his soulmate, naked, feeling his markings. He doesn’t want to fuel Viktor's curiosity though. The man is a born scientist, telling him the truth is going to result in a distracted Viktor, when he wants a fucked out one. Instead, Jayce takes his clothes off fully and steps into Viktor's space. The effect is as he wanted - Viktor goes hazy again and drowsily allows Jayce to fuck his mouth with his tongue. The sweat, the skin-on-skin contact, the pheromones, they have Viktor swaying. He’s dizzy and drooling. Jayce holds his cock, passing the tip through Viktor’s folds, teasing his hole with the slightest pressure on each down stroke.
“Mm-fuck. Jayce!” Viktor cries, hugging him like a teddy bear, kicking his legs out and whining into Jayce's jaw.
“What is this?” Jayce asks, fucking Viktor with his tip in shallow thrusts. Viktor is squirming delightfully in his arms.
“What? Jayce, please, put it in?” Viktor replies, kissing Jayce sweetly as if to persuade him. Jayce doesn’t need persuading, he’s holding on by a single thread of sanity right now. The slick, warm heat against his tip is mind-numbing. He feels high.
“In where, baby? You have to tell me first.”
“My hole!” Viktor groans.
“Your hole? Hm.” Jayce teases, brushing his teeth against Viktor's mating mark again. Viktor twitches as if shocked and almost chokes Jayce with how tightly wrapped around his neck he is. He looks down at where his hole is being shallowly fucked and moans.
“Oh, ah, your hole Jayce. Please fuck your hole.”
Viktor pecks Jayce's lips like it's his first kiss. His entire chest is flushed, and sweat drips down his neck. Jayce pulls him into a chaste, romantic kiss as he thrusts his entire cock into Viktor in one thrust. He’s so slick it goes in without any effort, but Viktor gasps so aggressively he starts to cough. Jayce rubs his back and lifts Viktor off the counter, letting his weight slip him further onto Jayces cock. Viktor slaps at Jayce's back and starts crying. Jayce doesn’t move.
“You love me baby?” Jayce asks.
“Uhn, suh, so much. Love you. Love you, Jayce.”
Jayce moves Viktor up and down his cock, and then stops abruptly. Viktor groans fustrated, pressing his forehead against Jayces.
“Are you ever going to leave me again, Viktor?”
Viktor, tears rolling down his cheeks, looks Jayce in the eyes and shakes his head vehemently.
“No, Jayce.”
“Good boy.” Jayce smiles.
Then he pushes Viktor against the fridge and begins to jackhammer into him. His balls slap against Viktor’s ass as he hungrily ruts into him. Viktor takes it beautifully. He holds Jayce tight and moans encouragingly into his ear. Tells Jayce he’s fucking him so good and that he loves him. Jayce’s orgasm, staved off, is coming so fast he starts to tear up. He swears there's slick dripping down Viktor's legs at this point as he thrusts into him. Viktor tightens up and comes again just from being fucked.
“You’re going to have my babies, aren’t you?” Jayce growls.
“Please, Jayce. I want it.” Viktor cries.
With that, Jayce thrusts into Viktor and comes, his fist denting the fridge corner as he grips down. He thrusts lazily, to hear the squelch of his come in Viktor and to make Viktor gasp, but otherwise his legs and arms burn. He quickly grabs a warm towel and more water, which Viktor holds as he carries them back to the bedroom. After drinking his glass, Jayce makes Viktor drink his own as Jayce wipes down his filthy cunt.
“A bath might work better.” Viktor mumbles, eyes shut, lying back after his glass was empty. Jayce growls at the idea of cleaning the hard-earned smell and breeding he’d done. Viktor just huffs out a defeat and opens his arms for Jayce to crawl into. Heart filled to the brim, he smothers Viktor, who sighs happily.
“You’re going to carry me to the toilet to piss and then in the morning, you will explain yourself.”
Jayce smiles, happy to be bossed around properly once again.
“Anything for you.”