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From a very young age, Viktor was told that he was a poor excuse for an alpha. Unworthy of his kind, they said when he was too young to argue back. And the truth is, he had to admit that they were right.
Even after years of roaming the crowded streets of Zaun, he'd never met an alpha as small, as skinny and as lame as him. He'd met diminished alphas before, of course, but they had battle stories to tell. He himself had no impressive story to tell. He was born that way, scrawny and crippled, and that was that.
It was at the age of nineteen, when he got a place at the Piltover College of Science, that he decided to start taking suppressants. Leaving the Undercity was a chance to start afresh in an environment where no one would know him. From the moment he walked through the doors of the faculty, he became, in the eyes of everyone — including himself — a perfectly uninteresting beta, invisible to both alphas and omegas.
Since then, his life has passed quietly to the rhythm of his research and the courses he gives. He takes his suppressants with inflexible regularity. He never misses a dose. He never takes them late. The treatment is so effective that he himself forgets he was an alpha in a previous life.
Sometimes, when he comes across a particularly attractive omega and their scent tickles his nostrils, he feels a remnant of feral instinct rumbling deep in his gut. But within seconds, he pulls himself together and moves on.
He sometimes has meaningless flings, mostly with male betas who pity him. Nothing serious, and he is well aware that the point of their little game is to reassure each other of their seductive abilities.
His ploy would probably have worked for the rest of his life, had he not met Jayce Talis.
He sees him for the first time when the young man is summoned by the Council to appear at his trial. Viktor has come to the hearing out of curiosity, and as Jayce passes him, he's struck by three vital pieces of information: First, he's an omega. Second, he carries around the scent of honey kissed by sunlight. Third, he's not marked by an alpha.
He falters, so Sky rushes to bring him a chair. Viktor slumps into it, ready to make any silly excuse rather than acknowledge the fleeting turmoil the omega has provoked in him. Sitting at the Council table, Heimerdinger raises an eyebrow. Viktor signals that all is fine.
When he returns to his apartment that evening, the omega's scent still lingers with him. He takes a shower, sniffs some fresh spices from the market, even takes another suppressant pill — nothing works, Jayce's scent remains engraved in his nostrils.
Viktor isn't very adventurous, but he does have one major flaw — a constant need to understand things. And even when he finally manages to move on from Jayce's scent, it's his words that keep coming back to him. Hextech. A new science, a new technology, something close to magic.
And so, of course, Viktor willingly returns to put himself in an impossible situation.
Jayce accepts their partnership with sincere, almost touching enthusiasm. He seems to see Viktor as his last hope. Viktor sees himself as the little boost the omega needed to restart the formidable machine that is his brain.
Together, they create a shared workspace, a large laboratory where they can conduct their experiments with little to no accountability. Heimerdinger keeps an eye on them, more benevolent than suspicious, and deliberately permissive. He knows they're playing with the limits of science, and he feigns ignorance rather than giving them his full approval.
Working with Jayce poses a significant problem — Viktor has to double the dose of his suppressants to stay under his beta cover. In addition to being a remarkable scientist, Jayce is an omega unlike any other Viktor has encountered in his life. One of those who, if unlucky enough to be born in Zaun, are quickly spotted and brought to Piltover for the pleasure of powerful alphas.
As well as being breathtakingly beautiful, he has an enchanting natural charm. His scent of honey and sunshine permeates every corner of their office, especially his workstation. Sometimes, unaware of his own aura, he comes and sits at Viktor's desk for a few minutes, awakening feelings he thought he'd buried forever.
Viktor stops seeing people outside of his lab hours. Since he met Jayce, the number of his flings has drastically decreased anyway. The only flirtations he's accepted were to prove to himself that he definitely doesn't have a crush on his work partner.
The most challenging time is, of course, Jayce's heat. The days leading up to it are unbearable. The scent he releases into the lab is excruciatingly arousing. Viktor does his best to ignore it. Betas aren't supposed to be this sensitive to omega pheromones, and he doesn't want to show Jayce that his brain is being annihilated by his smell of freshly baked muffins cooling on the windowsill on a sunny autumn morning.
When his heat really sets in, Jayce has the elegance to isolate himself. This gives Viktor a short week to recover from his emotions. At first, he welcomes the break with relief, until he learns that Jayce is quenching the fire that's consuming his guts in the arms of Mel Medarda, a beautiful alpha Council member.
It's Sky who breaks the news to Viktor during a casual conversation. She clearly doesn't feel the earthquake she's causing in him.
He's unable to get back to work that afternoon. All he can think about is Jayce, and what Councilor Medarda is doing to him, and how they make such a perfect, obvious couple. The vial in Viktor's hand slips from his grasp and shatters on the floor. He tries to pick it up, but loses his balance and falls to his knees. It hurts. He looks pathetic. Why would Jayce, such a perfect omega, refuse the attention of the most impressive alpha in town? Why would he pay the slightest attention to Viktor, the puny, limping little alpha on suppressants?
That evening, alone in their laboratory, he sits down on a chair to loosen his brace that hurts him after long hours of work. After a few seconds, his fingers get tangled in the laces and a lump of anger rises in his throat. With a brutal gesture, he rips the metal frame from his leg, cries out in pain and sends the fragile device flying into the wall. It makes him look ridiculous. He is ridiculous. He shouldn't need metal rods to stand up. Two tears of rage roll down his cheeks. He wipes them away. Then he grabs the notes he's written during the day, crumples them up and throws them on the floor. Senseless. Useless. His brain has been distracted all day by Jayce's condition, and all he's managed to produce is the pathetic draft of a new stupid project.
He reaches for his utensils to throw them on the floor, but trips over his own foot and collapses to the ground. Vibrating pain shoots through his leg. He grits his teeth to keep from whimpering again. With his good foot, he kicks his chair and knocks it over. Then he clutches his face in his hands and lets out a muffled roar.
He's in pain. In his leg, in his chest, in his heart. And the angrier he gets, the more his body fails him, the more disgusted he grows. So he just lies there on the floor, panting with pain and shaking with rage. Several long minutes pass. The night is silent around him. He's alone in the building, and no one will come until the next morning. He lets the stillness sink in. Breath after breath, he calms down.
He crawls over to his brace. A loud "shit!" escapes his lips. The hoops have buckled under the impact against the wall. He won't be able to put it back on. With great effort, he drags his sore body to Jayce's workstation and pulls himself up onto his chair. Caught in the early stages of his heat, the omega has abandoned his jacket on the desk. Without even thinking about what he's doing, Viktor buries his nose in the fabric. Honey. The touch of a sunbeam. The comfort of cinnamon.
Exhausted, he falls asleep on Jayce's desk, his jacket tucked under his cheek as a pillow.
"Viktor?"
Viktor wakes with a start when he feels his partner's hand on his shoulder. Jayce is always so tactile. He groans and rubs his eyes. For the third night in a row, he's fallen asleep in the lab. His whole body is exhausted from being deprived of the most basic comfort.
"Are you... Are you okay? Did you sleep here?"
Fortunately, Viktor fell asleep at his own desk that evening.
"Umpf. I must have fallen asleep working..." He certainly won't tell him that he hasn't left the lab for three days. "What are you doing here?"
Jayce looks exhausted. There are deep dark circles under his eyes. And he reeks of... Viktor refuses to think about it. But he does recognize whose scent Jayce's wearing.
"You shouldn't be here," he says, shaking his shoulder to dislodge his hand.
"My heat is over."
"It's customary for omegas to take a day or two to recover. Look at you, you can't keep your eyes open."
"I figured we couldn't postpone our work. We're so close to — your... your scent is different today."
Viktor frowns. Jayce doesn't usually allow himself to comment on his scent, or his appearance. Especially since he's just spent three days locked up in their lab, keeping to the bare minimum in terms of hygiene, and he doesn't see how any comment could be to his advantage. The omega is just being rude.
"It's probably the after-effects of your heat that have altered your sense of smell. I for sure don't smell too good after spending the night here."
"To be fair, you smell particularly good," Jayce comments distractedly.
His eyes fall on Viktor's brace, left on the floor for three days. That's why he stayed in the lab. He didn't want to make a show of going home without it. He made it his mission to fix it the next day, before Jayce's return. Only damn Jayce is back two days early, and he's inspecting his brace with a suspicious look on his face.
"What happened?" he asks.
"Nothing. I fell by accident, that's all."
"Really? Must have been quite a fall. Did you hurt yourself?"
"I'm fine, as you can see," Viktor grunts. He grabs his crutch and limps over to Jayce. "I'll fix it in no time."
He reaches for the brace, but Jayce's large hand closes around his wrist to intercept it. There's a moment of hesitation, then Jayce brings his wrist up to his nose and takes a deep breath of his scent. Viktor gasps.
"What are you doing?"
The omega closes his eyes. His lips press against the thin skin on the inside of Viktor's wrist. He pinches it gently, delicately, to stimulate the gland just below and release his scent into the room.
Suddenly, Viktor understands. Three days in the lab. Three days without taking his suppressants. What a fucking idiot! The effects of his treatment are wearing off. Jayce nibbles at his wrist.
"Jayce..." Viktor groans.
Even if his scent is shifting, every omega should be capable of restraining themselves in front of an alpha.
"Jayce!"
Jayce's eyes snap open. He lets go, confused and flustered. With a sharp gesture, Viktor retrieves his wrist and brace. His partner has never behaved so inappropriately with him. He isn't sure how to react.
"Did you stop taking your suppressants?" Jayce asks.
They're both out of breath. Viktor backs up to his desk, lays his brace on it, and drops into his chair. He's despondent. About the situation, about the way things are going. About himself.
"How long have you known?" he asks.
"Since the moment we met."
Viktor rests his forehead on the hand holding his crutch.
"It was your scent that gave you away, despite the treatments. I could still smell it from time to time. But then again, there's no way a man like you could be a beta."
Viktor has never felt so humiliated.
"I didn't care, and I still don't," Jayce explains. "I figured you'd tell me about it when you felt comfortable. I'm not sure I understand why you're doing this, but what's important to me is that you feel comfortable."
He pauses, as if pondering his every word, then adds in a lighter tone, "Your alpha scent is very pleasant to me, anyway."
Viktor finds nothing to reply but a self-contemptuous "tch!".
Then Jayce does something unconceivable — he crouches in front of his chair and puts his hands on his knees. They're in a vicious circle. The more upset Viktor gets, the more Jayce instinctively feels the need to comfort him. And Viktor doesn't know how to respond to his concern other than with irritation. Your hands, Jayce. But his touch is too gentle, too reassuring for Viktor to push him away.
His gaze lingers on Jayce's hands, on his wrists, on his muscular arms, on his shoulders and then on his face. He reads no mockery in his clear eyes. Only compassion — shit, it's embarrassing — and something else, something akin to deep affection.
He's so beautiful, Viktor's breath is taken away. He wants to tidy up the dark strands that fall across his forehead. To plant a kiss on his full lips. To tilt his head to lick the gland behind his ear, to blast his scent into the room and make it mingle with his.
"Jayce, I don't think that —"
"Vitya, kiss me."
Jayce takes his hand and places it on his own cheek. His skin is warm. Soft.
"Please," Jayce murmurs.
He waits for Viktor to make the first move. For him to take the initiative. He lets him tower over him, physically and practically. He restores his place as the alpha.
Viktor leans forward and places his lips on his. It's a shy kiss at first, but then the omega's scent envelops him and his instincts take over. He lets go of his crutch — they both startle when it hits the ground — to grasp his face with both hands and gives depth to their kiss. The omega surrenders into his arms. He swoons, sighs, moans against his lips. Viktor wants to slide off the chair to join him on the floor, but Jayce stops him.
"I can stand on my knees, Jayce," Viktor protests.
"I know, but I'd rather you stay in that chair and let me take care of you," the omega replies eagerly. He nibbles at the line of his jaw. Slowly, his hands move up Viktor's thighs, to a place they've never explored before.
"Are you sure about this?" Viktor asks, glancing worriedly at the door.
"Nobody's coming."
His heart beats wildly at the promise he reads on the omega's face. He can't believe it's him Jayce is looking at like this, with adoration, benevolence and... greed. He places his hands on the omega's to stop him.
"I... I think you're still troubled by your heat," he tells him. "You're exhausted. Maybe you should rest and take some time to think about —"
"You don't want me?" Jayce fusses. He purses his lips. Viktor can see right through him. The typical attention-starved attitude of an omega. They beg, they pout, then they simper.
"Of course I do," Jayce's expression immediately shifts from concern to relief. "But I'm not sure you're... in full possession of your cognitive faculties."
"I want you, Vitya. I've wanted you for a very long time. I want you on me, in me — just for me."
Viktor is growing more and more confused.
"Why? I don't understand."
"Can I blow you first and explain later?"
In response, Viktor bites his lower lip. The omega's impertinence triggers his most feral instincts. Jayce doesn't wait for him to give an official answer and takes his silence as approval.
His eyes ablaze with a desire that stuns Viktor, he unbuckles the alpha's pants and frees his cock from his underwear. Without further introduction, he lays a line of kisses from the base to the tip. Viktor moans. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. He grips the edge of his seat with one and slides the other into the omega's hair. Jayce responds by arching his back, in the perfect posture of a docile omega eager to pleasure his alpha.
"Show me what you can do, sweetheart," Viktor murmurs. He can hardly realize how lucky he is to have such a beautiful omega all to himself. His insecurity dies in a hiccup of pleasure as Jayce's lips close around the tip of his cock. The omega sucks it slowly, dutifully, taking it a little deeper into his mouth with each stroke.
Oh, Jayce is a moaner. He moans to make his lips vibrate around Viktor's cock. He moans like he's having the most exciting time of his life. Viktor struggles to control his breathing. The omega's mouth is soft and warm, and only he can ease the painful throbbing in his cock. He won't be able to hold it together much longer. Pleasure is making him slide off the chair. With a confident gesture, Jayce swings his good leg over his shoulder to hold him in place.
"I'm going to... to..." Viktor gasps. "I want you to swallow, okay? Be a good omega and don't waste a drop."
Jayce lifts a pliant gaze to him and works with such diligence that Viktor comes with a spasm that makes his whole body shake. Without letting go of him, Jayce slips his hand into his own pants to energetically release the tension in his own cock. He squirts and at the same time, he swallows what Viktor gives him, like a good, docile omega.
Viktor slumps back into the chair, out of breath and drained of all energy. Too many emotions at once for his exhausted mind. With delicate gestures, Jayce removes his leg from his shoulder, pulls him into his arms and helps him kneel on the floor, covering his face with gentle kisses.
"I think you need to rest more than I do," he murmurs.
Viktor blinks, grabs the omega's chin and shoves his tongue into his mouth. Just in case someone in the whole building hasn't heard him yet, Jayce lets out a loud moan against his lips.
They spend nearly half an hour cleaning up the mess they've made in the lab. In circumspect silence, they erase all traces of the sex they've just had. They are both too exhausted and numb to speak. They don't need to talk to decide to call it a day. Jayce offers Viktor his arm as he walks to the carriage, then from the carriage to his front door.
He leaves him with a furtive kiss on his temple.
Viktor sleeps almost continuously for three days. His body finally gives out on him and decides to reclaim all the sleep he's deprived himself of.
As soon as he returns from his... moment with Jayce, he grabs the bottle of suppressants he has carefully stashed in his bathroom. He opens it and pours three pills into his hand at once. The end of this embarrassing situation, in the form of three tiny white spheres in the palm of his hand. Such a dose would remove every trace of alpha from his scent and demeanor. It would be enough to keep Jayce away. After a long hesitation, he tosses the capsules into the sink and watches them disappear into the siphon with a trickle of water.
He pays for his actions the following night. He doesn't know if it's Jayce's mouth, or the withdrawal from his suppressants, or both, but he keeps waking up sweating, in a state of advanced arousal that he has no choice but to handle on his own. In the delirium of his half-sleep, he tells himself that if Jayce were here, in his bed, he'd do things to him that even the most depraved of Piltover's aristocracy couldn't even imagine. His arousal increases tenfold, and he has to dry-hump his pillow to relieve himself.
The next two nights are quieter. Viktor just feels... lonely. His apartment is modest, and his bed isn't even large enough for two, but for the first time in years, he suffers from the absence of an omega's warm body at his side.
He tries to stay rational and to reason with himself. Maybe Councilor Medarda hasn't been able to give Jayce enough relief during his heat, and maybe that's what he's been looking for in Viktor, the first alpha he's crossed paths with since he left her.
Alpha... Sitting on his bed, his good leg tucked under his thigh and the other dangling off the mattress, Viktor studies himself in the mirror. He looks like he's lost weight again. He is now so thin that the ridges of his ribs bulge out of his skin. His thighs are thinner than Jayce's arms. His face is marked by fatigue and weariness. He's probably the most un-alpha alpha in town.
After three days of self-imposed rest, he's ready to get back to work. He's about to make some tea when someone knocks on his door. Without thinking, he opens the door and finds himself face to face with Jayce in visibly great shape.
"Your absence was starting to worry me, but I figured you were taking some rest."
"I didn't really have a choice," Viktor grumbles.
Jayce doesn't let the uneasiness settle between them. He enters Viktor's small apartment with a determined stride.
"Look what I brought you."
He carefully places a new version of Viktor's metal brace on the kitchen table.
"I've mostly consolidated and upgraded it a bit," he explains. "Just in case you accidentally... fall again." His frown makes it clear that he doesn't believe Viktor's story. Viktor decides not to pick up on his insinuation.
He approaches the device and lets his fingers hover it. The metalwork is remarkable, as always by Jayce.
"Would you like to try it now? If any adjustments are needed, I'll make them today and have it back to you before you return to the lab."
Viktor lets himself be persuaded. He sits down on the nearest chair and rolls up his bathrobe to expose his crooked leg.
"Give it to me, I'll do it myself!" he protests when Jayce snatches the brace before he can grab it.
"Let me, Vitya. Please."
Viktor scowls, but lets him. Jayce gets down to one knee and, with gestures of infinite delicacy, slips the brace on him. Viktor tries not to shiver as the omega's fingers brush his skin to adjust the various parts around his thigh, knee and ankle. Jayce's position sends pleasant reminiscences down his crotch.
"Does it hurt?" Jayce asks.
"No." He tries to flex his knee. The mechanism fits perfectly.
"Try walking in it, just to see?"
Viktor stands up. Jayce immediately holds out his hands, palms up, as a proposition to help him maintain his balance. Viktor places his hands in his. The gesture isn't particularly intimate; they've done it dozens of times before in the same context. Jayce takes several steps back to encourage Viktor to move forward. The brace is light, solid and flexible. The work of a master craftsman.
Jayce studies each step with concentration, evaluating the orthesis. And while he stares at his knee, Viktor admires his face. The omega looks much better than last time. He's recovered from his heat, and he's back to the cheerful, radiant Jayce he knows.
"It looks pretty good to me, what do you think?"
He speaks in a soft voice that envelops Viktor like a cocoon. The importance he places on making sure the brace works perfectly touches him. He leans over, adjusts the metal a little, takes Viktor's hands back into his own.
"Try putting a little more weight on the right leg?"
Viktor no longer listens to what he's saying. All he receives now is sensory stimuli from his partner. The softness of his voice, the warmth of his skin, the comfort of his scent. He rests his hand on Jayce's chest.
"Vitya?" the omega's voice asks.
Puzzled by his silence, Jayce finally interrupts his cautious study of the brace to look up at him. Their eyes meet. Viktor slips a hand behind Jayce's nape — the omega's whole body shivers at this intimate contact — pulls him close and stands on the tip of his good foot to draw him into a long kiss.
Jayce doesn't let surprise get the better of him. His large hands close over Viktor's hips, giving him a sense of both intimacy and stability.
It's not just a kiss. It's something greedy, passionate, possessive, born in Viktor's gut and releasing feelings that have been bottled up for months.
"I'm glad you stopped taking suppressants," Jayce manages to blurt out in a breathless voice.
Probably a little too abruptly, Viktor tilts his head to the side and licks the thin skin over the gland behind his ear. The omega's scent immediately intensifies. Of course, Jayce whimpers, and almost lifts Viktor off the floor so he can continue stimulating him.
Viktor nibbles him, licks him, saturates him with his scent. It's feral, instinctive behavior, probably unworthy of respectable scientists, but it all seems so natural to him, his body speaks for him, and for once he feels in tune with what he feels inside.
"Take me to your bed," Jayce gasps.
He picks up the crutch lying on the edge of the table and hands it to Viktor. Viktor slides it under his armpit and rests his forehead on Jayce's solid shoulder. His whole body is responding to Jayce, desiring him, demanding him. But his mind can't shake the lingering doubts. The fear of not living up to his expectations. The fear of disappointing him. The fear that he'll find him ridiculous.
Jayce doesn't seem the least bit concerned about Viktor's ability to satisfy him. His hands move up from his hips to his sides, his fingers digging into his skin to show that he wants him, that he belongs to him.
"Take me," he begs.
No alpha could refuse such a plea from such a pretty omega. Especially when he's looking at him with big, imploring eyes and everything about his behavior, his posture and his scent shows that he's yearning for him. Viktor still can't believe it's him he wants.
Jayce must sense his hesitation, because his gestures become more tender. Viktor pulls away from him, takes his hand and leads him to his room.
"I'm sorry, I only..." His bed seems even smaller now that Jayce is standing next to it.
"It's perfect," Jayce declares. "The sheets smell like you." He grabs his pillow and buries his nose in it.
"Jayce —"
Jayce sits on the edge of the bed and pulls Viktor to him. Delicately, he unties his bathrobe and places a kiss on his chest.
"Jayce!"
Jayce pauses and looks up.
"What?" He bites his lower lip. "Is it because... Is this your first time?"
"No," Viktor replies, a little offended, "I just need to understand... why me?"
Jayce probes his face to make sure he's serious, sighs, then pats the spot next to him on the mattress.
"Come and sit here. You're not just going to keep standing here."
Viktor sits down. Jayce lifts his bad leg, rests it on his thigh and begins to detach the brace.
"Why you?" He says, loosening the metal hoops one by one. "I don't know exactly. Since we met, I feel like I've found someone with whom everything is fluid, easy, obvious."
Viktor can't deny that their partnership is productive and natural. They couldn't have found a better partner than each other. But that's not what's on his mind.
"I know we get along well. But an omega like you, and an alpha like me..."
"An omega like me?" Jayce teases him.
"Don't make me cover you with embarrassing praise," Viktor snaps.
Jayce bursts out laughing, and his laughter warms Viktor's whole body. He allows himself a smile. Maybe the situation isn't as dramatic as he thinks.
"I like the way you look, Viktor. I really do."
"But I'm —"
"— very handsome."
Viktor blushes up to his ears. He's never heard these words from an omega's mouth before. He knows he has a decent appearance, attractive to some, and he makes sartorial efforts not to be looked down upon by Piltover's notables. But an alpha is supposed to be robust and confident.
Jayce slides his brace down his calf and removes it. Holding his heel in his hand, he carefully places the device on the floor next to the nightstand, then places a kiss on his ankle, up his calf, on his knee. His lips send shivers down his crippled leg. His fondness almost makes Viktor uncomfortable, because he's used to hiding his disability from his lovers as much as he can.
"All of you is beautiful."
Viktor takes a noisy breath, pushes him back onto the mattress and climbs on top of him to kiss him. Jayce immediately submits to him. He spreads his legs so he can settle between them. He arches his back to press their hips together. He turns his face to offer the gland behind his ear.
Emboldened by the eagerness in his eyes, Viktor undoes the buttons of Jayce's shirt one by one. The omega's body is perfect. Muscular from the work of the forge, solid, soft. Viktor's fingers run over the soft lines drawn by his muscles. Jayce grabs his hand and guides it between his legs.
"Look how wet I am for you," he whimpers.
He is. Viktor can feel it even through the fabric of his pants.
"Will you let me take care of it?" he asks.
Jayce bites his lip. "Yes. Do whatever you want to me. I just want to feel you inside me."
He moves his lips to Viktor's, but the alpha pulls away. The omega's eyebrows knit together. Instead of kissing him, Viktor's mouth brushes over his chest and pinches his left nipple. Jayce reacts by arching his back underneath him. Viktor unbuttons his pants and slips his hand between his ass cheeks. The amount of slick the omega is releasing is impressive.
"'Is it me that's having that effect on you?" he asks. "Very good boy. Think you can handle my knot?" He speaks in a slow, low voice, separating each of his words for Jayce to absorb. The omega reeks of sex, and the intensity of his desire for him is dizzying.
"Yes!" he cries out. He swings his hips, desperately seeking friction with Viktor's hand. "I want to feel you swelling inside me!"
At the height of his impatience, Jayce reverses their positions. He removes his pants and sits astride Viktor, completely naked, to kiss him full on the lips.
His eager hands grab the alpha's bathrobe and yank it open. Viktor has no time to feel self-conscious. Jayce's tongue attacks him with a firm determination to explore his entire body. He kisses his overly prominent collarbones, his overly defined ribs, his overly bony hips. He seems determined to worship and pay homage to every single part of his body. Then, without a hint of hesitation, he takes his cock in his mouth and sucks on it once, twice, to relieve some of the tension in his hard-on.
"I want you so bad, Viktor," he growls. "I want to take your cock..."
Viktor stirs in the bed to prop himself up against the pillows. If this gorgeous omega wants to use him to come, then he'll let him. Jayce lifts his hips, grabs his cock, and guides it inside him in a slow, steady motion. Viktor's breathing stops. Jayce is tight, clenching painfully around him.
"Give me... just... a few seconds..." Jayce gasps.
"Take all the time you need," Viktor reassures him. He straightens — Jayce winces as the angle of his cock inside him changes — and pulls him into a reassuring kiss. His hand slides behind the omega's nape and gently strokes it. This is a sensitive spot for omegas. A place only their mate should touch. Viktor knows that his gesture borders on taboo, but he also knows it will soothe him.
Indeed, Jayce relaxes around him. He sways his hips slightly to feel Viktor's cock slide in and out of him.
"Lie back," he whispers to Viktor. "Let me."
He places a hand on either side of Viktor's neck to hold himself above him, and accentuates the movement of his hips. All the slick he produces makes it easier to endure. Viktor rests his hands on his pecs, which contract with every time his cock disappears inside Jayce. Jayce's body undulates gracefully on top of his, faster and faster, almost frantically. The omega grabs his own cock to jerk off as he fucks himself on him.
"Yes...hmm... *yes!" Jayce groans. He adjusts his posture to find the angle that suits him best. His eyes never leave Viktor's. He bounces on his thighs to try to take him deeper. "Fuck, you feel so good inside me." Streaks of sweat slide down the skin of his chest and forehead. The bed frame screams in agony with each sudden jerk.
"Viktor," he murmurs, resting his wet forehead against his, "I..."
He comes and squirts on Viktor's belly. Then he collapses on top of him, stunned, breathless and exhausted. Viktor immediately wraps his arms around him. He places a kiss on his wet brow, hugs him, gently strokes his sensitive skin. His post-orgasm scent is divine. He could stay like this for hours, with the weight of this magnificent omega on him.
"You need to come too," Jayce grunts.
Viktor runs his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp to soothe him. Omegas coming out of heat are easily exhausted. He doesn't mind if he doesn't come this time, as long as Jayce stays to spend the rest of the night with him.
"I want your knot," Jayce grunts again in a foggy voice. He's fighting sleep.
"Take the time to recover."
"No! I want your knot! You promised!"
He rolls to his side to free himself from Viktor's embrace. The alpha's cock slides out of him, still hard, almost painful.
Jayce drops onto his stomach, face in the pillow, ass in the air, knees spread. Viktor's brain is about to melt with arousal.
"Put your knot inside me, Vitya. I need it. I beg you!"
His ass is dripping with slick. Viktor gets on his knees on the bed.
"'Is this position okay with you?" Jayce asks.
"Yes, perfect..."
Jayce's ass is perfect. Round, muscular, offered. Viktor grabs his hips. Jayce's hole is clenching the air, waiting for him to fill it, ready and eager.
Viktor places a hand on the small of his back to warn him, and guides his cock inside him.
"You fill me so good!" Jayce cries out. "Fuck me, Vitya!"
Viktor pulls almost all the way out, then sinks back into him. Jayce is thrown forward. The headboard of the bed slams into the wall.
"Again!" Viktor thrust into him again. "Again, again!" the omega begs.
Viktor fucks him at a steady pace. Jayce arches his back. His fists clench on the pillow. He lets out a muffled moan. Viktor leans over him, covers him with his body, wraps his arms around his shoulders and pounds his ass at a fast pace. Judging by the sounds of agony, the bed is about the break beneath them. Jayce's moans will alert the whole neighborhood.
Viktor's swelling knot slightly catches at Jayce's rim with each thrust. He's about to cum.
"Fill me up," Jayce begs. "I'm going to keep it all in, to the last drop. I want to feel it flow inside me."
Viktor pushes his cock inside him one last time and comes. His knot swells instantly. Jayce gasps and contracts around it. And just like that, they're bound together. Viktor empties himself into his partner and collapses onto his sweaty back.
They remain entwined for a long time, calming down, recovering. Jayce gradually relaxes around his knot. Neither of them has the energy to speak. Beneath him, Jayce is purring. Viktor stirs a little to relieve his right leg.
"Don't pull out," Jayce mumbles. "Even if your knot deflates, stay inside me."
Viktor places a kiss on his nape. He feels on his skin every shiver he sends through Jayce's body.
Jayce is already asleep when Viktor pulls out of him. They'll clean up later. The sheets are beyond saving anyway. He pulls the blanket over them and hugs Jayce from behind, one possessive arm wrapped around his omega's waist, his left leg between his and his right leg resting on his thigh in relief. He rests his forehead against Jayce's spine, just below his nape because of their height difference, and falls into a deep sleep.
When he wakes up the next morning, Viktor is alone in bed, his whole room is embalmed with omega scent and his bathrobe is gone. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to connect the dots between these various facts. His crutch is carefully placed on the nightstand so that he can find it at a glance.
He slips on the shirt Jayce has left at the foot of his bed — it falls to his mid-thigh — and goes into the main room of the apartment.
Jayce is preparing breakfast. He's wearing his bathrobe, which is way too short and way too tight for him. Half his body looks like it's trying to escape from it — his biceps, pecs, thighs... even the bottom of his butt.
"What are you doing?" Viktor asks. His tone is probably too gruff, but he's a little annoyed to be starting his day with an unwanted half-erection.
"I'm making breakfast, obviously," Jayce replies jovially.
He places a plate on the table with his back to Viktor, bowing so outrageously that the alpha can't ignore anything about his anatomy.
"Stop it," he scolds.
"No? I wouldn't mind getting filled up again early in the morning," Jayce says lightly.
"I'm starving. We'll see later," Viktor says.
"Starving?" Jayce repeats in an insistent tone.
"How can you be so horny this early in the morning? You weren't so proud yesterday after you took my knot."
Jayce walks over to him, takes him in his arms and places a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"I was very proud of it. I think I'd take it again. Once or twice. Or ten."
They kiss. Their kiss is oddly chaste. Viktor doesn't feel like going back to sex just yet, and Jayce doesn't insist. They have lunch and talk about other things; projects, physics, politics. They both look perfectly ridiculous in each other's clothes. But they really couldn't care less. Viktor enjoys the peaceful atmosphere of the breakfast.
"I'm going to run a bath," Jayce declares as he gets up from the table.
He disappears into the bathroom, then pokes his head back through the door frame.
"That means you're expected to take it with me, alpha," he adds.
Viktor shakes his head in mock exasperation. He stands up and joins him, eager to see him curl up in his arms again.