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“Viki,” Jinx whines, throwing her body on the couch between his legs. Viktor gives her a scathing glare as the motion jostles the shimmer pipe in his mouth. Jinx pouts up at him through her lashes. She was lucky he cared for her.
“Yes, my little menace,” Viktor coos, coiling a hand around one of her braids. He places the pipe back to his lips, sucking a slow drag, letting the shimmer expand his tired lungs. Jinx could pout all she wanted - he was just starting to feel good.
“When are we blowing up that warehouse? I’ve been so bored.” Jinx sprawls out, back pressed up against Viktor’s stronger leg, which rests partly off the couch. His thigh supports her weight while his foot stays planted on the floor. Viktor exhales, watching the shimmer curl towards the ceiling. The purple haze flashing red and blue in the lights of the Last Drop.
Silco had chewed him out for their last display at the docks. Apparently, it was ‘too dangerous’ for them to work together, something about ‘feeding each other’s fires’ and being ‘too heavy handed’. Viktor thought their business deals had simply come to a natural conclusion. When the money stops, you cut off the lose end.
“You should ask our darling father.” Viktor glances down at Jinx, watching as her nose scrunches up, then, she sticks her tongue out at him. He scoffs, feigning disagreement, but he also wanted to the level the place. Instead, he took another low drag.
“You know as well as I do those assholes have it coming,” Jinx taunts, poking his chin. Had Jinx been anything other than his dear sister - such a sweet and dangerous omega - he would’ve growled for being so close to his neck. He grips her wrist, exhales over her. She just cackles at him, eyes flashing in purple delight.
“Aw, sorry Viki, I forget you alphas are so territorial over a piece of flesh,” Jinx teases. There were some days Viktor wanted to remind her to be more careful of her own neck, but truthfully - he was more worried about the guards having theirs ruined by one of her tricks.
“Perhaps we speak of this somewhere else, and not in front of our father’s guards?” Viktor lazily points his pipe towards the burly beta guard force Silco has assigned to them. Even with the thumping bass music, Viktor could never be too careful. Jinx groans, rolling onto her side to observe the crowd.
Viktor takes another slow drag, savouring the way the shimmer melts into his limbs, stretching them loose and easy. It took the edge off just enough to think clearer. He spreads himself further, one arm over the side of the velvet couch, head drooping to the side. His eyes flicker over the room, assessing the uncensored chaos that was the Last Drop. Bodies writhing under strobe lights, laughter filtering from the bar, drinks clanging and the smell of sweat and pheromones.
Viktor’s main priority, was to lose himself in the thumping music and swirl of shimmer bending to its own rhythm. His ulterior motive was to find an alpha or beta that he could bend over towards the end of the night, but he wasn’t about to voice this to Jinx yet. His sweet, unhinged sister had been known to go feral when his attention was elsewhere.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, grounding himself against the effects of shimmer, before he felt her gasp. She sticks an arm out, pointing towards the crowd. “Who is that?” Jinx hisses, the sound sharp in his ears from the shimmer.
Viktor quirks an eyebrow, scanning for whoever she was talking about. Why she never gave more context before pointing into a sea of bodies he wouldn’t understand, that was, until he saw them.
Tall, tawny skin, deliciously wide golden eyes, bumping into bodies and throwing up his hands in apology. Dressed up in white.
A lost little Piltie alpha. A lamb, dropped right into his lap.
His mouth waters, pulse kicking up a notch to match the beat.
Jinx’s hand clenches his thigh, nails digging into his slacks. “What is a Piltie like him doing here?” Her scent turned acrid, thick with irritation. Truthfully, their reactions could not have been more opposed. Viktor wanted to eat him.
"Shall we find out?" Viktor murmurs, rolling the pipe between his teeth, a faint smile curling on his lips. His gaze drags over the utterly lost boy.
Broad shoulders, large hands—the hallmarks of an alpha, built up his whole life, radiating that effortless confidence. And yet, something about him feels different. He’s soft in places. Kind eyes. Gentle, considerate movements. Untainted. Untouched.
Viktor’s grip tightens on the pipe, fangs pressing faintly into his own lip.
A feast.
Viktor doesn’t quite catch Jinx’s next movements, the shimmer focusing his thoughts to a spotlight on the little lamb, but he hears her fingers click. One of their guards trudges over, leans down as she whispers something - Viktor doesn’t care to strain his ears to listen.
“What did you tell him, malá iskra?” His eyes swept back over the crowd, observing their guard herding the Piltie towards them. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, even if he wanted to.
“That pretty boys like him will get eaten alive,” Jinx muses, “and that he should come see us if he wants something so he fuck off faster.” She has that mischievous glint in her eyes. Wonderful. Although, her version of ‘eating’ is not the same as his.
Viktor couldn’t help the rumbling chuckle that slipped from his chest, eyelids drooping slightly, and when he opened them again, the Piltie stood before them in their booth.
The alpha stood tall, proud, with a charming smile on his face, but Viktor could see through it. He locked onto how his wide eyes darted nervously between Jinx and himself, unsure where to look, who to address, the tension in his hands.
Perfect.
“Thank you for inviting me over,” he started, so polite, voice deep and velvety to Viktor’s ears. “My name is Jayce Talis.”
Viktor cocks his head slightly, regarding him with intensity. He was aware of the Talis name, but had no idea why Jayce would seek him out. Viktor motions lazily with his pipe. Go on. He sucks another languid drag.
“I have business. I’m looking for Viktor.”
Viktor’s fangs dig into his bottom lip. His name, his name, in that voice. Oh, he wants to hear it twist into whimpers until he’s screaming it from the roof top. Viktor quirks an eyebrow, exhaling, regarding Jayce through the purple haze.
But how did he know his name?
“What business?” Viktor inquired. Jinx shuffles between his legs and props her head up in her hands.
“I’m looking for investors, I heard he helps inventors-”
Viktor clicks his tongue, satisfied when Jayce paused. “I do, yes,” Viktor purrs, “but what do you have to offer in exchange? We don’t give handouts in Zaun.”
“I have ideas-”
“Oh, ideas? Is that all?” Jinx cuts him off, her tone mocking, overly provoking for an omega.
Jayce seems to pay her no mind, the words roll off him as he keeps his eyes locked on Viktor. Good, he’s recognised the alpha between them.
“They aren’t just ideas, they are real. It could change the course of history,” Jayce says, bolder now. His chest puffs out ever so slightly and the motion stirs Viktor’s instincts, making his hackles rise in answer.
“How?”
“I’m going to create magic,” Jayce asserts. Viktor’s ears perk up. Jayce was either extremely intelligent, or hit over the head as a babe. “The energy alone could power almost anything; it could clear the air down here.”
It could also be used as a weapon. Viktor wouldn’t let this fall into the hands of the other Chem-Barons.
“Bold words, Jayce. The idea is promising, but I require more than that. I need to know what I’m getting into,” Viktor drawls. What will his little lamb risk?
“Yes, of course, I would show you the concepts-”
“Just show?” Viktor lets a low rumble build in his chest. Perhaps a little obvious being right next to Jinx, but he can’t help it. He leans forward, “I should hope you can do more than show me the concepts.”
Poor Jayce, his eyes widen, but his chest is still puffed and proud. He hasn’t picked up on Viktor’s intentions yet, still so confused.
“What do I need to do?” Jayce says, with finality, and Viktor’s gums ache. His jaw is tense with all the things he really wants to say, truly should not say. Like how he wants Jayce to be the one he bends over tonight.
Viktor’s smile sharpens and he lets his fangs glint in the low lights. “I want to see what you can do Jayce. I want to know you,” Viktor purrs. He leaves his words out, heavy in the air between them, and he waits - for Jayce to take the bait.
Jayce considers him, for a moment, no doubt toeing around an alpha baring his fangs. Viktor has put him in a delicate situation. Either Jayce challenges him, and is thrown out, or he submits, and does what Viktor wants. Piltie submitting to Zaunite. Physically stronger alpha submitting to the weaker.
Jayce chews on his bottom lip, and Viktor feels a jealous urge inside him that it is not his own teeth making it swell and turn red.
“Okay,” Jayce responds, nodding. Viktor sucks on his pipe again to hide his satisfaction. Jinx perks up, gathering her legs beneath her in a crouch. She leans into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Are you sure?” Jinx asks, and Viktor does consider her words carefully. Her eyes are wide and pleading, but he can see the predator lurking in their depths.
I’m going to make his life hell, she says to him.
Viktor would deal with her antics later. He exhales to the side, his muscles now zinging, alight with energy. Viktor nods, and Jinx uncoils herself, slipping off the couch and darting into the thrumming crowd.
They are alone now, save for the guards outside the booth, but Viktor holds his tongue. He clicks his fingers, and a moment later, his cane slides into his hand. Viktor rises - he was right, Jayce is tall. How delightful.
“Come with me.” Viktor crooks his finger, motioning towards a hallway that leads them to a more secluded room. Jayce falls in to line behind him and once inside, Viktor directs Jayce to sit on one of his arm chairs. The door clicks shut behind them, loud in the now quiet sitting room. Their only company being the plush armchairs and small wet bar. It was Viktor’s preferred room for negotiations.
Jayce takes up most of the armchair as he spreads himself out. Another indicator of his upbringing, thinking he can claim everything he touches. Truthfully, it should anger him, but Viktor’s wires were crossed long ago, and instead of a challenge, it only excites him further. Eager to see how far Jayce will fall.
Viktor places a hand on his own arm chair opposite Jayce, and slides down to sit, crossing his legs. Viktor has nothing to prove in his own home.
Jayce clears his throat. “What did you want to know about me?” he asks quietly.
Viktor pinches the glove on his right hand with his teeth, pulling it free, exposing the gland on his wrist. He does not miss how Jayce tracks his movements. Without the mix of pheromones from outside, he can smell Jayce clearer now. He scents the room, picking up on his polished scent - clean, like ozone - but it has a strong metallic aftertaste. It’s slightly offensive to his instincts and he has to breathe out quickly, lest he growl at what his body might interpret as a sign of dominance over him.
“Are you scenting me?” Jayce’s brows furrow, his lips pursing. Cute. Viktor had practically asked to fuck Jayce in their conversation, had invited him to a private room, and was surprised that Viktor was scenting him. Fine, he could be more forward.
“I was quite clear, I want to know you,” Viktor replies, letting his voice drop an octave. A clear invitation.
Jayce’s eyes go wide again, finally recognising Viktor’s meaning. Viktor almost expects him to fold. Instead, Jayce leans forward confidently, hands clasped over his knees, covering his belly. Viktor wants to flip him over and expose that vulnerable place, sink his teeth into soft flesh and leave pretty divots behind.
“You think you can just scent me and I won’t take offence? Scenting isn’t going to tell you everything about me,” Jayce challenges him. Oh? Does his lamb have a bite? Jayce isn’t verbally recognising Viktor’s scenting as attraction, he’s pretending its a threat.
Viktor matches him, leaning forward, elbow propped on his knee. He sucks on his pipe, but doesn’t take it into his lungs, exhaling across the charged divide between them. The only thing separating them is the purple haze which Jayce breathes in. Viktor does not miss the way his tongue darts out, tasting the air. Tasting him, his hind brain supplies. Jayce’s bite is all for show. He would have to test this theory.
“I admit, there are few gaps in my knowledge. I intend to find out just as much as you will allow,” Viktor teases, revelling in the game between them. Jayce needed to be willing for this part, he was a beast.
“What if I don’t allow it?” Jayce retorts, a hint of a smirk on his lips. Viktor twists the pipe in his hand, flicking it around to point the mouth piece at Jayce. It’s an offering - a needless display to placate Jayce’s alpha instinct. Jayce takes it, bringing the pipe to his lips, and Viktor is already filing away a plethora of images of what those lips would look like wrapped around something else. A part of him was surprised that Jayce didn’t even cough, but he is delighted to see that the taste of Viktor’s spit doesn’t have him growling. Jayce’s eyes just look slightly softer, not vacant, but pliant.
Viktor rises from his armchair. “I think you are far too curious, my dear Jayce.” He loosens his cravat, letting Jayce smell the want in his pheromones. “And I need to know the sensibilities of my business partner before I can commit to anything. I need to know where you are weak…how you could be exploited by a competitor of mine.”
“I’m not that easy,” Jayce’s voice is steady, but Viktor can smell his desire. Jayce’s pheromones are starting to pick up and Viktor’s gums are aching again.
“I never liked easy,” Viktor drawls, sauntering closer, invading Jayce’s space now. He shoves a hand next to Jayce’s head, gripping the arm chair’s back, caging him in. Jayce stares up at him with defiance, but his cheeks are turning ruddy, mouth slightly parted. “Would you satisfy my curiosity, just this once?”
“Yes,” Jayce blurts out, a little too quickly. Delightful.
“Have you ever been fucked by another alpha?” Viktor purred, dropping his knee onto the seat in between Jayce’s thick thighs.
“No,” Jayce breathes, eyes locked on Viktor’s lips. Viktor has won some kind of lottery, his luck is never going to pick up again after this.
“Show me how well you can resist, alpha,” Viktor mocks Jayce’s presentation, a direct threat.
Jayce tosses the pipe and closes the distance between them, capturing Viktor in a fierce kiss that’s hungry and feral. Jayce’s large hands pull him in closer and Viktor bites down on Jayce’s bottom lip, finally putting his jealousy to rest. Jayce groans against him, unable to back down as he bites him back. Copper fills Viktor’s mouth - hot and wet.
Viktor pushes his knee into Jayce’s crotch, needing more, and is delighted at what he feels there. Jayce isn’t fully hard yet, but Viktor can tell it’s big, like the rest of him. A shame Jayce won’t get to use it tonight - not that he knows it yet. Viktor moves his hands to claw at Jayce’s neck, nails digging into his scent glands. Jayce gasps, hips bucking into Viktor’s knee as he expresses the oil there.
It makes Viktor’s nose wrinkle and his heart beat picks up, but he can’t get enough of Jayce’s shocked expressions. Viktor chuckles, then coos, stroking Jayce’s cheek. “Now now, you can do the same to me.” He’s mocking Jayce’s reaction, as if Jayce wants it.
Shock flickers in Jayce’s eyes, no doubt confused as to why he should, but nonetheless he obeys. Jayce is gentler with him, hesitant, pressing and massaging the oil from his neck and Viktor shudders at his attentiveness. Jayce is so eager to please him already.
“Like this?” Jayce whispers. Viktor notices that Jayce has shifted back, trying to create space between them as his pheromones flood the room. No, that would not do. Jayce needs to be dripping in Viktor’s scent.
“Not quite, come here,” Viktor beckons, wrapping a hand around the back his neck. Jayce resists for a moment, fighting against his instincts. Viktor holds firm, encouraging him closer. “Don’t you want to know how good it can feel?”
Jayce’s fingers dig into Viktor’s back, his eyes darting from Viktor’s neck to his lips. “How can it, when I feel like I want to rip your neck out?”
Arousal washes over Viktor and he feels his cock twitch in his slacks. That’s the whole idea of his fixation on alphas. He wants their blood boiling, teeth marks in skin, blood dripping down his back. He was addicted to their desperation. Addicted to how he could get them so worked up they were fighting against their own instincts to fuck instead of fight, and then it would all fall away until there was nothing left but submission.
“Have you ever considered, that might be the point?” Viktor shifts, bringing up his other leg to settle on Jayce’s lap. He knows his legs will be aching tomorrow, but he’s loose from the shimmer, and has a feral need to be closer to Jayce. “To let yourself go?”
Something seems to break in Jayce as Viktor observes his realisation. Curiosity winning out, Jayce shifts forwards ever so slightly.
A mistake.
Viktor, given the inch, takes the whole mile, and shoves Jayce’s nose into his neck.
Jayce’s hands fly to Viktor’s hips, gripping him like a life line, his body shuddering. A low growl from Jayce reverberates across Viktor’s chest. Another wave of arousal washes over Viktor at dominating Jayce like this, smothering him in his scent, and Jayce accepts it. The feeling rushes through his veins, a headier drug than shimmer will ever be.
“There you go,” Viktor coos, “let your body accept me.”
“Shit - Viktor, I don’t think-” Jayce growls again, his fingers digging into Viktor’s skin. He hopes they leave bruises.
“Hush, you don’t need to think,” Viktor murmurs. He feels Jayce’s cock twitch against him as he fights to stay still.
“I still want to bite you,” Jayce admits. Like its something that’s wrong, like he has disappointed Viktor in some way. It’s so fucking delicious that Viktor grinds down on Jayce’s erection, moaning softly. Jayce’s nails start to pierce Viktor’s skin.
“For now,” Viktor hums. He holds Jayce down and slides his other hand down Jayce’s chest. He begins working at his buttons, deftly undressing Jayce until his chest is exposed to the cool air. Viktor can’t quite see his chest, but he runs a hand over bare skin, feeling the lean muscle that Jayce has clearly built up himself. Jayce lets out a choked noise, starting to wriggle against his hold.
“Tell me, what else do you feel?” Viktor needs to distract him - to keep Jayce drenched in his scent until he is drunk on it.
“Gods, I think I want to pin you down, but that’s-” Jayce’s words are lost as Viktor grinds against him harder. Viktor knows what he means. The poor thing is walking a fine line, if he acts out, Viktor might withdraw his support. Jayce can’t afford to dominate him.
“You don’t want to lose my favour?” Viktor murmurs, voice dripping with amusement.
“No, yes - but I don’t think it’s me that wants to pin. It’s just an urge…” Jayce shakes his head, clearly too embarrassed to say what he really means. Perhaps it’s something else then? If he is not afraid to lose potential funding, then it’s something more personal.
Oh.
Jayce’s wires are just as crossed as his, he just doesn’t know it yet.
“No, you don’t want to pin me down,” Viktor croons, brushing his lips over Jayce’s ear. “You want me do that for you.”
He can hear Jayce swallow. He doesn’t deny it, doesn’t confirm it either.
His lamb is afraid to lose his dignity.
Viktor yanks Jayce’s head back, drinking in the sight beneath him. The lower half of Jayce’s face is covered in oil, pretty mouth panting and his tongue darts out to taste. He looks so needy already.
“Strip, pretty boy,” Viktor orders, shuffling back off the chair. A breathy, desperate sound leaves Jayce as Viktor steps back. Jayce stands to chase him, a low rumble in his throat but Viktor holds his hand out, and presses him back into the chair. The poor thing looks bewildered, both at his own reaction, and at how easily Viktor was able to sit him back down.
Viktor takes the time to discard his vest, revels in the way Jayce tracks his movements when he gets to his own buttons. Jayce growls again, and in a flash, gets his hands back on Viktor, herding and crowding him until his back hits the wall. Jayce presses their cocks together, grinding until Viktor can feel the dampness between them.
“Touch starved, are we?” Viktor drawls.
“Let me?” Jayce grinds out between clenched teeth. Viktor doesn’t respond, merely nips at his jaw, taunts him further, needing Jayce to take, not ask.
Jayce presses their lower halves together, holding Viktor up with his thighs as he unbuttons what remains of Viktor’s burgundy shirt with shaky hands. Viktor rolls his hips, chasing sweet friction, mindlessly rutting.
When Viktor’s shirt is finally off, Jayce looks ready to devour him, a feral look in his eye, but still, he waits for some kind of signal. It’s infuriating. Viktor glances up at him through his lashes, then darts forwards and sinks his fangs into Jayce’s chest.
“Fuck!” Jayce grunts in surprise. Jayce was baring his supple chest to him, and Viktor was supposed to, what? Not mark him up? Not let him leave without a pretty necklace of his teeth marks? He tastes good, too. A twisted urge coils in his gut, it mixes from threat, dominate to claim, fuck.
Jayce fists his hair, pulling him off the gorgeous piece of flesh. Viktor gnashes his teeth in response as what is rightfully his is taken from him. “I thought I told you to strip?” Viktor snarls.
Jayce has the wherewithal to look embarrassed for a moment, realising he had been caught up in getting Viktor undressed he forgot the command entirely. Jayce shakes his head, a breathy chuckle falling from his kiss bitten lips as he steps back and continues undressing. Viktor watches as more of his flesh is exposed, until Jayce is in nothing but his boxers and the mark Viktor has given him.
Jayce is being receptive to his orders, so he pushes further. “Now, be good and take me to the bar.” Viktor commands, holding out his hands. Jayce reacts to his praise, pupils going wide as he smiles, baring his fangs. He gather’s Viktor in his arms, hands under his thighs and hefts him up. Viktor looks down at him, capturing him in another heated kiss as Jayce moves him to a bar stool.
When Viktor’s back hits the bar, he locks his ankles together, pulling Jayce in closer. He hears one of Jayce’s hands smack into the table top, knocking over empty glasses. Viktor digs his claws into Jayce’s back, carving red, angry lines to display his claim. Jayce moans, tugging at Viktors pants, fumbling with the buttons.
“Are pants too difficult for you?” Viktor pats Jayce’s cheek condescendingly and sticks out his bottom lip in a pout.
“Get these off,” Jayce growls, a clear command.
“Is that a question?” Viktor knows it isn’t.
“I’ll tear these off you if I have to,” Jayce retorts, pulling at his waist band. Then, he leans in to nip at Viktor’s ear, “Or do you need me to fuck you like this? So desperate that you didn’t even have the time to take your pants off.”
Viktor bites back a chuckle, the poor thing still thinks he has the upper hand. “You have to earn the right to fuck me, Piltie,” he shoots back. “You don’t deserve it.” Viktor tips his chin up in defiance, presenting another challenge to Jayce.
Jayce squirms, clearly affected by Viktor’s rejection. “Oh? What do I have to do, to earn the right to fuck you, Viktor?”
Viktor shudders again at the sound of his name on Jayce’s lips, but its too lucid. He needs Jayce whimpering his name, crying for his alpha. “Show me you can be good,” Viktor grips his hair, “show me that you can please me.”
Viktor pushes Jayce down to his knees and he has to bite back a purr at how obedient the alpha between his legs is being. He hasn’t properly purred for another lover in years.
Jayce takes his instruction in stride, and true to his word, tears at Viktor’s pants until he is bare. He bites his lip at Jayce’s display of strength, although he will most certainly be sending him the bill for it.
“Wait,” Viktor mutters, grabbing Jayce’s wrist before he can reach for his cock. Viktor swirls his tongue in his mouth, letting saliva pool on his tongue. With his other hand, he presses open Jayce’s mouth and his brain almost short circuits when Jayce sticks his tongue out. Viktor feels his cheeks flush before parting his own lips and letting the saliva drip down in a slow, deliberate string, landing on Jayce’s waiting tongue.
Jayce’s eyes flutter shut, but he doesn’t swallow. Viktor strokes Jayce’s cheek, pleased with his behaviour - then his jealously flares again. Who trained his alpha to behave like this? He makes a mental note, unsure if he is going to thank them or slice their bellies open.
Jayce huffs, drawing his attention back, and Viktor releases the hold on his chin. “Go on then, so impatient for my cock, aren’t you?” Viktor chides.
Jayce can only shoot him a dirty look, his mouth full of Viktor’s spit, before he grips the base of Viktor’s cock, slowly pumping him. Viktor does not react, unwilling to show praise for just his hand. He flicks his chin in a lazy motion - go on. The lack of response just seems to piss Jayce off, his nose twitches, eyes sharpening before taking him in his mouth.
Jayce is somewhat skilled at this, Viktor realises as Jayce quickly catches onto what makes Viktor twitch. He knows when to suck harder, knows when to swirl his tongue over the tip of Viktor’s reddened cock and knows when to cup his heavy balls.
Viktor pulls Jayce off him for a moment, “Who taught you to suck like a cockslut?”
Jayce winks at him, clearly interpreting Viktor’s scathing comment as praise. “Jealous?” Jayce - the little brat - asks.
Viktor shoves him back on his cock, groaning at the mmmmmf sound Jayce makes. He shouldn’t get riled up so easily but Jayce is driving him up the fucking wall. The idea that his sweet Jayce could have been whoring himself out - or worse, known someone else for long enough to teach him. Yes, Viktor will require a list of names on his desk tomorrow.
Viktor’s scent turns angry, bitter spices filling the room. He takes over the pace, pushing Jayce to take him further, refusing to give him a break, even when the tears start welling in his eyes. The poor thing is too good to him. Jayce takes Viktor so well as he carves out space in his needy mouth. His knot is starting to swell when Jayce squeezes Viktor’s thigh, trying to push up for air, mumbling something around his cock.
Viktor grants him mercy, pulling him off again with a wet pop.
“Speak.”
“Did I do something wrong? I want - I…” Jayce is panting, pupils fat and needy, confusion lingering in their depths. Viktor’s gaze is piercing, searching for what Jayce wants.
“Tell me, sweet thing,” Viktor encourages. He knows Jayce is teetering on that edge of fighting his instincts. It’s a bloody inner battle, to push them aside, push through the humiliation and give in to that want.
“I want to make you cum,” Jayce whines, utterly sinful to Viktor’s ears.
“Do you think you deserve it?” Viktor pushes.
“I don’t - I’m not sure.”
“That’s alright, you need someone else to think for you.” Viktor strokes Jayce’s hair. “You just need to be told what to do. Ask nicely now.”
“Please,” Jayce whimpers. Viktor’s inner alpha purrs at Jayce’s submission. Jayce’s body is starting to recognise who he belongs to and it’s making Viktor’s blood sing.
“There you are, good boy,” Viktor praises, delighting in the way Jayce shivers in response. He looks gorgeous like this as he guides Jayce back onto his aching cock. “I should keep you like this,” Viktor says aloud, but mostly to himself. Jayce wraps his lips around him, drool slipping past his lips and splattering across his cheek.
“Pretty Piltie, choking on Zaunite cock, dear me what would they say?” Viktor taunts. Jayce whines around him, shuffling closer and pressing his erection against Viktor’s shin.
“Would you like that? To warm my cock all day? I can keep that pretty mouth stuffed with my knot for as long as you like,” Viktor croons, some instinct to provide twisting to meet Jayce’s perverted needs. Jayce sucks him harder, and moans, arching his back like an omega in fucking heat.
The thought hits Viktor before he can rein it in, and it’s too late. His hind brain kicks into overdrive, pheromones turning needy and possessive - sun-scorched leather.
Mine, mine, mine.
The words escape him before he can think, “Do you want my cum down your throat, my Jayce?”
It’s not enough to claim his skin, he needs to mark Jayce’s very insides. A single load from Viktor would not change Jayce, but repeatedly, it could set off the bitching process. It wasn’t a shameful thing in Zaun, but he knew Piltover hated it. Some nonsensical issue about muddying blood lines that it wasn’t often talked about.
Jayce groans and nods, and Viktor isn’t even sure if Jayce knows what he’s asking for, but he can’t say no. He needs to keep Jayce like this; fucked out, pliant, moulded to his desires. He doesn’t want Jayce to leave and go back to Piltover. Can’t stand the idea that someone else might mistake Jayce for what he really is - an omega - and mistreat him. Viktor would keep him safe here.
Viktor decides, this is not an alpha under him, but an omega, who just needed a push in the right direction. He grips Jayce’s head in his hands, and presses him down to the base. Jayce does his best to take his knot, lips stretching, but unable to take it all - but Jayce tries - and Viktor couldn’t ask for more. When Jayce looks up at him with those pleading eyes, begging for his cum, Viktor feels his knot swell, a surge of pleasure building deep within him. As his orgasm hits, it washes over him in powerful waves, a rush of heat and ecstasy that feels all-consuming. He spills down Jayce’s throat, groaning as he ruts into his mouth.
Jayce eye’s glaze over, lost in the taste of Viktor, of his scent. Viktor has no doubt its utterly overwhelming to him, and still, he remains obedient. Jayce presses his tongue to the underside of Viktor’s cock and he hisses as Jayce tries to milk him for more. He should pull out now, let Jayce rest his jaw and give him a break from Viktor’s pheromones, but Jayce looks so blissed out, gently suckling the remaining dribbles of his cum.
Jayce hums around his cock, gazing up at him with something akin to adoration, like Viktor hung the very stars. With Jayce being so accepting, Viktor really might set off something in Jayce... but, he wouldn’t want to make his omega unhappy by taking away his cock now. So instead, he wraps his thighs around Jayce’s head, pulling him in closer and rubbing his glands against his cheeks.
Jayce melts into him, abandoning his instincts to fight against Viktor. They stay like this for some time, until Viktor’s knot starts to deflate, not being clamped onto by a cunt quickly making it lose pressure. Viktor slowly draws himself back out, pleased when Jayce’s mouth is empty. It seems to set something off in Jayce and he grips Viktor’s thighs, growling softly.
“Let me give you another,” Jayce murmurs. It's another plea.
Viktor throws his head back. He can’t look at Jayce like this - can’t meet those dark, eager eyes - or he’s going to pin him down and fuck him through the floor. Viktor’s sense claws its way back to him. He got what he wanted. Jayce is weak to his morals, his sense of self. Viktor should end this now. Pull away.
But Jayce is so generous.
And Viktor is so very selfish.