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The atmosphere is awkward and tense from the moment Luka and Alejandro sit down for a meeting with their producers.
Luka isn't quite sure what's going on, but it's evident that this isn't a “you're doing so well, keep up the good work” meeting. The executive producer’s face is tense, the coordinators and assistants are looking anywhere but at him and his co-star, and even their usually lively director appears to be pained. What the hell is happening?
He chances a look at Alejandro and their eyes meet briefly, a gaze of shared confusion hiding a barrage of unsaid questions. Alejandro is still wearing his character's outfit from the latest scene he has shot. It's a dark green shirt that fits him like a glove, emphasizing his broad chest and wide shoulders. The little red and gold accents on his chest, shoulders, and arms make it stand out even more, catching and reflecting the light from the lamp on the desk in front of them. The play of light is patterned and asymmetrical, and it takes everything in Luka to tear his eyes away from it and focus on the people that are obviously there to berate them.
Luka isn't wearing any of his own costumes today, purely because this was supposed to be his day off before he was called to come to set anyway. He had a doctor's appointment that morning and got fitted for a crutch which would replace his cane on bad pain days.
He knew the day would come sooner than later, but he still hates that it happened before he even turned 35. His body was supposed to give him more time, to treat him at least a bit better yet. But it seems that he's more similar to the character he's playing than he initially thought. Well, if he disregards the whole became a God thing. Luka is still painfully, gloriously human.
“Ah, right, guys. I'll get right into it, I know we're all busy.” David, one of the main producers of Arcane, begins.
Luka looks at him, raising an eyebrow. He sees Alejandro lean forward as well, strong, wide forearms resting on his knees. Swallowing thickly, Luka forces himself to look away.
“We wanted to talk to you about—well, about your acting.” David begins, and Luka frowns. What?
“You see, well, it's come to our attention that, ah, the fans, are, kind of, misinterpreting your characters.” He begins, and it seems that every word out of his mouth pains him. “That is, ah, they seem to think that your relationship is...different than it is, canonically.” He adds, and Luka huffs quietly.
“What does that...mean?” Alejandro asks, and Luka gives him a look. He finds his co-star’s eyes already trained on him, so he just shrugs his shoulders, letting him know he's just as confused.
“Well, uh, you see—they have started—and this was not our goal at all—but they have started shipping you.” He says, and Luka hears Alejandro’s sharp intake of breath. He frowns again.
“What is shipping?” Luka asks, accent thick and lilting, just like his character's. It seldom happens that he doesn't have to hide his Czech origins on set. Viktor was a surprise in every aspect, and the show propelled Luka to a level of fame he never thought he could reach, especially as a foreign disabled actor in America.
“Ah, well, you see, it's when people think two characters are or, eh, should be...involved in a—non-platonic way.” David says and Luka lifts an eyebrow.
“I'm afraid I'm not following.” He says, and hears Clint, another producer, exhale a long-suffering sigh.
“They're drawing fanart of Jayce and Viktor fucking. Writing stories about it. Making edits to love songs. It's the most popular pairing on the show.” Clint says, and Luka feels his cheeks heating. Oh. He is too afraid to look at Alejandro again.
Luka had no idea that was happening. He's not on social media, and the only fan interaction he has happens when they have to attend Cons or answer questions during promo weeks. He isn't a chatty person, and crowds make him anxious, so he tries to avoid going out into that side of the world as much as possible.
He knows Alejandro is on just about every social media platform, though, so he takes a deep breath and looks at him.
“Did you know about this?” he asks, and Alejandro nods, although he won't meet Luka’s eyes.
“I've seen it, yeah. Didn't think it mattered.” He says, and Luka feels himself deflate just a little at his words. “Fans always do this, why is it a problem?” He adds, eyes trained on Clint, who rolls his eyes.
“Because your characters are just friends!” He says, voice unnecessarily loud, and Luka flinches at the intensity.
“They are soulmates.” Alejandro corrects, voice low and serious. “You wrote it yourselves. You say it's platonic, fine, but you can't expect people to see a soulmate plotline and not go there.” He says, placing his arm on the armrest of his chair. He's so close that Luka feels his warmth radiating through his costume. It's intoxicating, as always.
“It's platonic.” Clint retorts, enunciating the word as if Alejandro and Luka are slow and don't understand it. “They're two men, we didn't think people would go there, as you've put it.” Clint adds, and Luka feels his insides twist at the words.
“What is that supposed to mean?” He asks, and Clint at least has the good sense to look apologetic.
“I didn't mean it like that. You know we celebrate all kinds of diversity here.” He says, and Luka wants to sneer at his placating tone. “We have a canon lesbian ship, tons of different body types and races. Disability. There's no need to add anything more, which is why we didn't.” He says.
Luka is so tired of this. So tired of producers treating diversity as something to add to avoid criticism rather than a natural part of every story. Tired of being talked to in this manner, as if he's a child asking for something unattainable.
He's had this same conversation with different producers and writers countless times in the past ten years. We have you, you're disabled, trans, gay—you fit all the boxes! As if he's being hired to fulfill a diversity quota instead of because he's talented and hardworking and genuinely invested in all the stories he tells.
“I still fail to see what any of this has to do with us.” Alejandro interrupts what is surely bound to become a fight, purely because Clint is being a dick and Luka is exhausted and frustrated and in desperate need to blow off steam.
Silently, without anyone noticing, Alejandro moves his hand beneath the table in front of them and grips Luka’s hand in his own, much larger one.
Luka’s heart gives a pathetic stutter at the contact, just like it did the very first time it happened. He's learned since then that Alejandro is easy and open in his affection, and that it doesn't mean anything more to him than a passing touch of support and camaraderie. Explaining that to Luka’s traitorous heart is, alas, a Sysiphean task.
“As you said, you can't control how the story is written and what the fans do with it, and I agree.” Clint says. “However, you can control how you act and what you convey in your scenes.” He adds, and Luka frowns again.
“Can you...elaborate on that?” Alejandro asks, fingers still tight around Luka’s under the table. The touch is grounding and warm, and Luka clings to it desperately.
“You need to rein yourselves in, Alejandro.” Clint snaps, exasperated. “The fans are going feral because they see the way the two of you act in your scenes, and I can see where they're coming from.” Clint adds, and Luka swallows the excess saliva pooling in his mouth. It goes down the wrong pipe and he coughs, too loudly and for too long.
When he's done, the silence is deafening. He can't look anyone in the eye, so he doesn't, choosing to instead keep his gaze trained on his lap.
“What do you mean?” Alejandro asks, voice tight.
“For fuck’s sake, man. You need to stop eye-fucking him in every goddamn scene.” Clint says. Luka looks up, shocked, but all producers are looking at Alejandro.
To Luka’s horror, Alejandro drops his hand under the table as if burned. His colleague is looking at his lap, embarrassed and quiet, and Luka bites his lip. Is the thought of what they're implying so horrible to him that he can't even look them in the eye?
It makes Luka feel sick.
“You look at Luka here like he's a snack that you can't wait to devour. Like he's the love of your goddamn life.” Clint adds, and Luka feels his cheeks heat. Surely not. Surely not.
“So, cut the devoted puppy eye look and just be normal, alright? Nothing more than what's in the script.” Clint continues before turning his attention to Luka. Alejandro stays quiet, and Luka can see how red his cheeks are even from the corner of his eye.
“And you, Luka. What the hell is up with the tortured yearning looks? He's your partner in science, not your lover. Hell, he's your actual enemy in season two. None of the stuff you do is in the script. Stick to the script.”
It's Luka’s turn to blush. He feels it spread across his cheeks and down his neck, which is thankfully hidden by the collar his black button up. He tries to breathe.
He thought he was hiding it better. He thought that no one could tell. He thought that his feelings were his own alone, deeply hidden and buried so that no one would ever be able to dig them up.
But it's so fucking hard. It's so hard to look at Alejandro every day, to hear him say partner and touch him all the time. To look into his hazel eyes in each scene and not fall in love like a fucking fool.
Luka didn't consider himself a fool before he met Alejandro.
But now... Well.
“Was this clear?” Clint asks, bringing Luka back to planet Earth. He feels himself nodding, and he doesn't dare speak, fearing his voice will crack and betray him.
“Crystal clear.” Alejandro says next to him gruffly. Luka can't look at him, too afraid to see what he might be feeling. Too frightened to discover that he's disgusted or offended at these insinuations.
“Excellent. You can go back to work.” He says, dismissing them with a wave.
Luka grabs his cane and stands up too quickly, entirely too eager to leave this office and go somewhere else. As far away from here as possible, actually. He stumbles as his weaker leg inevitably gives out at the sudden weight, and he's quite sure he would've ended up sprawled on the floor in front of the entire production crew had Alejandro’s strong arm not wrapped around his waist and caught him, pulling him into his chest.
“Easy, easy, I got you,” Alejandro whispers quietly against Luka’s hair. It sounds so intimate, so fucking soft, that Luka almost whines as he imagines Alejandro saying those same words to him in an entirely different context. One featuring heated skin and passionate moans and slick bodies and—
Luka shrugs Alejandro’s hand off quickly and exits with as much dignity as he can muster, his cane clinking way too loudly on the tile floors. He knows he's being rude, knows that Alejandro doesn't deserve such coldness and dismissiveness from him, and yet he still can't force himself to act differently.
He's so fucking embarrassed.
The way Clint described his acting, the way he could see what Luka felt so clearly—it unsettled him so much he felt physically sick.
Did Alejandro see it as well? Was he weirded out? Was he appalled? They'd become fast friends as soon as the shooting for their season started, and they spent ample time together because most of their scenes were joint. They know each other well, so Luka knows that Alejandro wouldn't have anything against a gay storyline. But the way he had reacted to Clint's words...the way he dropped Luka’s hand and refused to look at him ever since... It clearly made him uncomfortable, and Luka isn't sure what to make of it.
Luka just needs to get out of here. It is his day off, no scenes to shoot, no interviews to give, no lines to run, no costume fittings to attend. He could go to his hotel room, run himself a bath, and drown himself along with his feelings and his penchant for falling for straight men who only see him as a friend.
That sounds wonderful, in fact. He needs to be as far away from Alejandro as possible, from his prodding eyes and bulky frame and thick arms that feel so fucking good around his waist and—
“Luka, please, stop—” Alejandro calls from behind him and Luka curses, breaths coming out in harsh wheezes as he tries to walk quicker. Alejandro is faster, though, because of course he is, Luka can't even run, so Alejandro catches up to him quickly and grabs his forearm.
Even while running, even at full speed, the touch is gentle and careful, and Luka wants to weep. He can't be around him right now. Can't can't can't.
“Please, Lu, let's talk. Please,” he adds, the stupid nickname slipping from his lips so easily. He's in front of Luka now, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. Fucking hell.
“I—” but he doesn't finish, because he doesn't know what to say.
“Please, come up to our trailer. I want to hear about your appointment. And we should, uh, talk about all that,” Alejandro says, gesturing vaguely towards the office they just exited. He's suddenly looking anywhere but at Luka, and it's even worse than being on the receiving end of that begging look.
He looks so obnoxiously good today. This costume is one of Luka’s favorites, and he hates that he has no scenes with Alejandro while he's wearing it. Well, his character does, in a way, but it's shot by a stunt double, not Luka himself.
It's for the better, in any case. If Luka had to wrap his fingers around Alejandro’s throat and talk to him in a purring voice while physically fighting him, he's pretty sure he'd combust on the spot. The combination of the earthy colors and Alejandro’s beard is lethal like that.
“Please,” Alejandro whispers, and Luka finds himself nodding almost immediately. Of course he can't say no to him. Of course he folds easily, every time.
They walk towards their shared trailer slowly, with Alejandro matching Luka’s much slower steps easily. Alejandro greets every crew member with a huge smile and a personal comment that makes everyone beam back at him. He's all how's your mama, Stevie? and how's studying going, Steb? and hey there, Lest, great job with the sound design for yesterday's scene!
Luka just walks on, sighing softly. How could he not fall in love with Alejandro, when he's so caring and invested and good? He has been playing a losing game since day one.
As they walk, Luka tries to come up with excuses he can use when Alejandro confronts him about what Clint said. He can defend himself by saying he just took it too far without noticing. Play dumb.
Or, he can say he wanted to play into the possibility of their characters being gay simply because he wanted such a relationship represented on the show. It's low to use it as an excuse, but it's hardly unbelievable.
And anything is better than telling the truth. Anything.
Alejandro quickens his pace just as they reach their trailer on the set, stepping up to open the door so Luka can walk in easily. Luka whispers a soft thank you, and goes inside.
He feels marginally better as soon as he's enveloped by the space they have made their own in the past few months. Their trailer is spacious and well furnished, with a big, comfy couch Alejandro insisted they needed so that Luka could rest his legs whenever he needed. They also have chairs and two makeup stations and three coffee tables sagging under the weight of their books and scripts and way too many knick knacks they keep around.
Luka’s spare cane still leans against the wall neatly, and he smiles at the sight. He got it at Alejandro’s insistence after they accidentally broke his cane while shooting a scene in season one. Alejandro had been so horrified, had apologized profusely for hours and refused to leave Luka’s side until he brought him back to Luka’s apartment, letting him lean his weight on his arm the entire way to and from the car. It's a memory that still makes Luka smile, to this day.
“How did your appointment go?” Alejandro asks, and Luka’s head snaps up to look at him. Alejandro’s eyes are intense but kind, and Luka can only bear to look at them for a few seconds before he drags his gaze away and focuses on sitting down on the couch.
“As expected. I got fitted for a crutch. It should be done within the week,” he says, and hears Alejandro’s relieved sigh.
“Lu, that's great. You won't be in so much pain anymore!“ Alejandro says easily, excitedly, as if using a crutch changes nothing. As if it's good news. It makes Luka want to wrap his arms around him and never let go. He sticks his hands beneath his thin thighs to keep from reaching out, instead.
“Yeah. A lot less discomfort,” Luka says softly.
They stay silent for a minute or so, until Alejandro evidently can take it no longer. He starts pacing across the trailer, his steps quick and his hands bunched up into fists at his sides.
“So, uh, about that meeting...” Alejandro starts, and Luka sighs.
“I just, uh, wanted to apologize.” Alejandro chokes out, still pacing. Still looking at the floor.
“You? For what?” Luka asks, genuinely confused.
“Uh, well, that was uncomfortable for no reason. And I, uh, knew about the—about the shipping. And I might have also...encouraged it.” Alejandro admits. Luka lifts an eyebrow.
“Encouraged it?”
“Yeah, uhm, fans bring all kinds of things to be signed at events and I've seen shirts and fanart and...even printed out fics. Stories, that is. And I signed them. Enthusiastically.” He explains, and Viktor nods slowly.
“O—okay. And all of that is of Viktor and Jayce...” He trails off, unsure what to say.
“Yeah. And uh, it's called Jayvik. Our ship name.” Alejandro says before gasping. “Or, well, not ours, the characters’, not that we have one, or well, not that it matters, anyway, but, uh—” he stops abruptly, almost wheezing as he takes in a breath.
“Alejandro. Breathe.” Luka says, standing up from the couch and taking a step towards him. Alejandro moves away immediately, though, so Luka stops in his tracks. He pretends that it doesn't sting.
“But I can't, I can't breathe.” Alejandro says, and he sounds choked up. “I was supposed to be better than this.” He snaps, and Luka grips the handle of his cane with both hands, leaning on it.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Luka asks, low and serious, anger simmering on the surface, begging to be unleashed. Because he can take anything, he knows that Alejandro doesn't feel the same, but to have him insult their characters, the stories they are building together, the thousands of fans they have clearly affected enough to—
“I'm supposed to be a better actor!” Alejandro yells, and it's so loud that Luka flinches and takes a step back.
“I have an Emmy, for fuck’s sake. I'm supposed to be able to separate my own emotions from those of my character. I'm not supposed to fucking project, it's Acting 101,” Alejandro breathes out, fast and frustrated and it makes no sense. It makes no sense whatsoever.
“I don't—I don't understand.” Luka says weakly, head spinning from watching Alejandro pace and run his fingers through his hair and listening to his ridiculous tirade.
“I thought I could hide how I feel better, but—” Alejandro starts and stops, a look of horror crossing his face, and it is only when his words echo Luka’s own thoughts from earlier that it all clicks.
Luka realizes, albeit belatedly, that he never really thought about what the producers said about Alejandro’s acting. He had been so embarrassed to be called out on his feelings, so scared that Alejandro would finally realize how Luka really sees him, that he dismissed the rest of the story.
His heart starts beating faster right away, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak.
“How do you—uh, how do you feel?” he asks, desperately searching Alejandro’s face for any kind of hint. Any kind of confirmation.
Slowly, carefully, Alejandro takes a step back and looks up. Amber meets hazel, and Luka forgets how to breathe.
Because there, right in front of him, he sees something that has, so far, been reserved for shoots alone. Shiny eyes full of affection that runs deeper than Luka can gauge. Lips softly parted, chest rising and falling fast, cheeks tinted with red even beneath his thick beard. And Luka realizes with a sudden clarity that none of it was ever Jayce. It was all Alejandro.
It had always been Alejandro.
Luka takes a deep breath and then forces his legs to obey, for once. He walks towards Alejandro slowly, each step measured. Alejandro threads backward along with him, up until his back hits the wall of their trailer and he gasps softly, eyes wide and disbelieving.
Luka stands directly in front of him, only inches separating them, and meets Alejandro’s gaze with his own. For the first time in over a year, Luka lets all his emotions show on his face. All the yearning, adoration, admiration, attraction...all the love. He allows Alejandro to see it all, and the fear in his partner's eyes slowly dissipates at the sight.
“Lu—” Alejandro breathes out, dragging his gaze all over Luka’s face, lingering on his lips the longest.
“Kiss me,” Luka whispers, choosing to be bold and finally ask for what he wants. He's so far gone that he's not opposed to begging for it, even.
Alejandro lets out a near whimper, and it's so pathetic, so sweet, that Luka melts when he hears it. But he doesn't get too long to ponder it, because Alejandro slants his lips against Luka’s, and all rational thoughts simply evaporate.
They come together carefully, but it deepens within seconds. What starts off as a gentle exploration grows into something wild, heated, and unstoppable, like a fire that spreads and devours everything in its path. Luka leans his cane against the wall and wraps his arms around Alejandro’s neck, gasping as strong hands grip his waist and pull him impossibly closer.
It feels so much better than Luka’s imagination could ever conjure up. Alejandro is solid beneath him, warm as a furnace, and the little sounds he keeps making into Luka’s mouth are slowly driving him insane. Alejandro’s hands wander across Luka’s back and he wants to rip off every offending layer of clothing that's separating his bare skin from feeling the touch directly.
“I never thought, fuck—” Alejandro whimpers into the open heat of Luka’s mouth, and then he's turning them, swiftly and expertly, and pressing Luka between the wall and his own body.
From that point on, Luka is fully gone. His brain struggles to comprehend that this is actually happening, that it isn't just one of his overly realistic wet dreams. It's hard because they all start like this, with Alejandro’s body against his, dominating him, crowding him, overpowering him.
And he knows it's real, knows it because of the faint pain in his hip and the cold wall behind him and the way he can't catch his breath and feels like he's choking. He knows it, but still—
“Is this—is this real?” Luka whispers, hopeless and choked up, simply because not even his fantasies ever did it justice. Simply because this was never in the cards for him, and he feels like it's all just a sick joke and that someone will yell CUT! and make it all disintegrate.
Alejandro slowly pulls away, and when Luka looks into his eyes, he again sees the confirmation he so desperately seeks. Those hazel orbs are heated and wild, pupils blown, and a faint sheen of tears glimmers inside of them.
“It's real, Luka,” Alejandro confirms, and Luka feels his own tears start to fall. He lets his hands trail up and over Alejandro’s shoulders and onto his face, like he's dreamed of doing so many times. Now he can.
He can he can he can he can.
Luka holds Alejandro’s face gently, thumbs sweeping over his cheeks, enjoying the scratch of his beard against his fingers. He takes his time exploring, and Alejandro lets him.
“You are so beautiful,” Luka breathes out, and he knows it's silly, but he has to say it. Alejandro blinks and stares, and then blinks again. Then, he's smiling and blushing and looking at Luka with so much obvious adoration that it's hard to breathe.
“Look who's talking,” he whispers, kissing Luka’s forehead softly before trailing his lips down his cheek, skimming over his jaw, covering his other cheek, and brushing his nose before finally, finally connecting with his lips again.
They both exhale into the kiss. This one is a lot more measured and languid, and Luka lets Alejandro take anything he wants from him. He opens up at every insistent tug, angles his head to let him in fully, and melts against Alejandro’s body and the wall behind him completely.
“Does the—the beard, does it scratch you?” Alejandro asks when Luka grips his chin with his hand, and Luka just huffs into his mouth.
“I want to feel it between my legs,” he says simply, because it's the truth.
Alejandro groans into his mouth and picks him up, careful to support his weaker leg fully as he carries Luka to their couch.
He deposits Luka on the soft cushions gently, but the heat in his gaze is unmistakable. Alejandro does quick work of Luka’s brace, taking it off and placing it carefully on the floor. Then, he removes his slacks and boxers, throwing them on behind the couch. Next is Luka’s button-up, which Alejandro undoes deftly and lets hang open, exposing Luka’s bare chest.
Per habit, Luka expects the usual wave of embarrassment at being exposed and vulnerable in front of someone to hit him. But it doesn't. It's hard to feel any of that when Alejandro looks at him like he's an actual wonder.
Alejandro’s hands slowly explore his body, starting from the faint indentations left on Luka’s leg by his brace. He leans down and kisses each one, tracing his lips over every little ridge, careful and reverent in his path.
“You're so beautiful, baby. Even more than I imagined,” He whispers, pausing to look up at Luka through his lashes. Luka feels the way his face burns, feels the exact trajectory that heat takes as it spreads down his neck and onto his chest.
“Interesting,” Alejandro chuckles, following the same path with his eyes. He leans forward, weight balanced on one knee between Luka’s legs, and lets his lips touch the faintly tinted skin on Luka’s chest.
Luka wants to say something eloquent and seductive, or at least complain about how overdressed Alejandro is. But all he can focus on is the feeling of Alejandro tracing his scars with his tongue before taking a pert nipple into his mouth.
Luka’s back lifts off the couch at the very first swirl of Alejandro’s tongue, and he feels like he's being burned from the inside out. Alejandro is gentle then harsh, biting then soothing, sucking then licking, and Luka can't help the whorish moans that leave his panting mouth.
“Gotta keep quiet, sweetheart. You know these walls are way too thin,” Alejandro warns but bites Luka’s nipple hard right after, making him cry out. He just grins at Luka’s exasperated look.
Moving on to his other nipple, Alejandro just repeats the process all over again, whispering little bits of praise into Luka’s skin. Luka writhes and bucks his hips and tugs at Alejandro’s hair, but it's to no avail.
“Please, please, please,” he cries, and Alejandro looks up at him from his spot, where he's kissing the skin above his navel.
“Want something, baby?” He asks, all innocent and genuine, and Luka wants to scream. Of course he'd be like this in bed. It's how he's always imagined him. It's how he's always wanted him.
“I want you to suck me off, Alejandro.” He breathes out, sure and steady, and he sees his co-star smirk.
“Thought you'd never ask,” he says, eyes mischievous and a little wild, and then his lips are trailing down again, and he's getting comfortable between Luka’s legs, spreading them further apart and adjusting the cushions beneath his back.
Alejandro hisses softly as he finally looks at him, using his thumbs to gently spread his swollen folds.
“Fuck, baby, you look so good like this. So wet and ready for me,” Alejandro whispers, and each puff of air hits Luka right on the underside of his swollen cock, making him squirm.
“I've been wet for you since the day we met,” he responds, and it's not even an exaggeration.
Alejandro curses and closes his eyes tightly. Luka sees that he's moving his hips against the couch, and the sight makes him whine.
When he opens his eyes, Alejandro looks like a man possessed. All Luka can do is watch helplessly as he descends on his cunt, giving it a slow, leisurely lick from the bottom up, all the way to his cock.
Luka moans, loud and needy, and tangles his fingers in Alejandro’s long brown hair, pushing him down. He takes the hint right away, and picks up a relentless pace with his tongue.
At 34 years old, Luka is far from inexperienced. He's had his fair share of lovers and knows exactly what he likes. And yet, it's like no one's quite gotten it right before. Alejandro’s tongue feels like it was made to make out with his cunt, deft and quick and hot, just the way Luka likes it. There is no teasing, no featherlight touches that so many men attempt, thinking that less is more. No, Alejandro sucks him off hard and plunges in deep, and Luka is sure he would've levitated off the cushions a long time ago were Alejandro’s hands not keeping him firmly pressed into the couch.
Alejandro moans and goes faster at every tug of Luka’s fingers in his hair, and Luka wonders, just for a second, if he'd like it just as much if Luka was yanking it while he fucked Alejandro from behind. It's a heady mental image that makes Luka whimper and reach up to play with his own nipples.
“I've thought of doing this so many fucking times,” Alejandro whispers as he comes up for air. Luka thinks he's done, but the pause is just a strategic one. Quickly, Alejandro’s mouth at his entrance is replaced by two thick fingers, right as Alejandro takes Luka’s cock in his mouth.
“You're so big, baby,” He mumbles, words garbled as they come out over Luka’s dick in his mouth. “A perfect mouthful for me.”
It doesn't take long, after that. Luka was always a goner for having his cock sucked, and Alejandro does it hard and fast, completely in tune with the fingers plunging in and out of his sopping pussy.
“Don't stop, please—” Luka cries, and Alejandro just picks up his pace.
It's been way too long for him, mostly because Luka—quite stupidly and inconveniently—can't sleep with a random man while being in love with another. So, he's been on a self-imposed celibacy stint ever since he realized what he felt for Alejandro.
That's why it takes embarrassingly little time for him to stumble over the edge. He doesn't even get the chance to warn Alejandro or tell him he's doing a good job, like Luka knows he'd like to hear. Instead, he just explodes without a warning, walls clenching around thick fingers that work him until he's a quivering, overstimulated mess. All the while, Alejandro never stops sucking on his cock, nibbling, licking, letting his saliva coat it, and repeating it over and over again.
By the time Alejandro finally lets Luka slip from his mouth, Luka barely knows his own name. He's breathing hard and ragged, and his vision is swimming. He tries to focus on the ceiling, but the light fixtures hanging above them seem to be tilting precariously.
Luka presses his palms into his eyes then, fighting against a wave of dizziness and tears. When he finally looks down, Alejandro meets his eyes with a brilliant smile, dark-red cheeks, and eyes that sparkle like beacons in a moonless night.
“Always thought you were the most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on,” Alejandro whispers, giving Luka’s still twitching cunt another leisurely lick. “But seeing you come into my mouth, looking at you now...” He shakes his head, eyes bright and voice awed.
He slowly lifts himself on one knee again and leans forward until they’re face to face. The man who just gave Luka the best orgasm of his life is now kissing his nose and chin and cheeks and calling him pretty and precious and gorgeous and irresistible.
Luka is full-on crying now, too overwhelmed to think about how he looks or whether he should be embarrassed by it.
“Oh baby, shhh, it’s okay—” Alejandro whispers, catching Luka’s tears with his tongue. “Crying already and I haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”
Luka curses softly and kisses him, and it’s all teeth and tongues battling it out in a bruising collision.
“Want you now—” Luka grits out, fumbling with the ridiculous belt on Alejandro’s waist and failing to get it to open with his shaking fingers. His partner takes pity on him and leans back to unbuckle it. He tugs his pants and boxers down as well, almost tripping as he tries to take them off over his shoes. Standing up, he toes it all off together and stands in front of Luka completely naked save for his dark green shirt.
“Keep it on,” Luka whispers, cheeks reddening, right as Alejandro goes to unbutton his costume.
“Oh yeah? This doing it for you, sweetheart?” He grins, and Luka just nods.
“Well damn, I would’ve worn this around you a lot more often had I known,” Alejandro snorts, but then he’s back on the couch, back above Luka, back with his lips slanted over his.
They kiss languidly for a few minutes, heavy breaths mingling as they lick onto each other's mouths and slowly grind together, Alejandro’s hard cock leaking against Luka’s stomach
“I don't have a condom,” Alejandro admits against Luka’s lips.
“Didn't plan on seducing anyone today?” Luka jokes, but Alejandro just shakes his head.
“I thought the only person who I wanted to seduce wasn't interested,” he says simply.
“And he thought you were straight.” Luka replies, and Alejandro snorts.
“So did I, until a year ago.” He whispers, looking at him meaningfully, eyes shiny and so full of love Luka is close to tears again.
“I'm clean. I also haven't been with anyone in...quite a while.” Luka says.
“Me neither, and I'm clean as well.” Alejandro replies, and Luka feels him twitch against his stomach.
“Well, Alejandro, wanna fuck me raw?” Luka grins, and Alejandro stares at him in disbelief before crashing their lips together.
“God, the things that come out of your fucking mouth,” he growls, making Luka snicker.
Alejandro wastes little time after that. As he kisses Luka, he wraps a hand around his dick and slowly rubs himself all over Luka’s soaked folds. They both moan at the contact, and Alejandro keeps at it until he's fully coated and they're both aching.
When his tip slips inside, Alejandro groans, and Luka covers his mouth with his hand, desperate to keep his cries inside.
“Oh no, none of that,” Alejandro growls as he takes Luka’s hand and pins it on the bed beside them. “I was just teasing you earlier. I want everyone to hear how good I'm making you feel right now.”
Luka whines as Alejandro slips in inch by inch. The stretch burns, and he feels so full that it's almost unbearable. But the pleasure... It's already unlike anything he has ever experienced, and Luka knows no one else will ever compare to this.
When Alejandro bottoms out, any sound that Luka wanted to make lodges in his throat and he's left with his mouth open, panting and looking up at Alejandro.
Alejandro kisses him, mouth opening to breathe into Luka’s. For a while, they just share air like that, tongues sliding against each other softly, before Alejandro jerks his hips and they both gasp.
He pulls out halfway and then slowly drives back in, moaning into Luka’s mouth.
“Fuck, you're so tight—” Alejandro gasps and Luka clenches around him without even intending to. The fullness is too much, and the way Alejandro looks at him is even worse, undoing and damning all at once.
“I like this sweet I'll make love to you shtick, but if you don't fuck me right now—”
Alejandro is moving before Luka is even done with this winded speech. This time, he pulls out almost completely and slams his way back in, making Luka cry out. From then on, he picks up a relentless pace that makes Luka’s head spin.
“This what you wanted, baby?” He pants into Luka’s mouth, saliva dripping from his lips. Luka gobbles it all up, messy and wild, and nods.
“Yes, just like that—” the words die in his throat as Alejandro adjusts the angle and hits him just right. Each slide is ruthless and quick and so deep Luka can swear he almost feels him in the back of his throat.
He knew Alejandro would be big, it's kind of hard to miss the bulge even when it's flaccid—but not even his imagination was able to do it justice.
“God, I want to do this forever, fuck you every day, ruin you completely—” Alejandro chatters away, each scenario accompanied by a vicious thrust.
“I wanna take you from behind. Fuck that sweet little mouth—” he prattles on, and Luka can feel his orgasm nearing way too quickly. “Want you to ride me, baby. Want you to sit on my face until I choke—”
“I knew you'd take me this well. Knew you'd want it hard and filthy, sweetheart.” He adds, kissing Luka’s forehead even while he pounds into him relentlessly.
It's this oxymoron, the combination of sweet and rough, that finally makes the pressure building inside of Luka snap. It takes him by surprise again, and he's suddenly squeezing Alejandro's cock inside him so tightly that he can barely move.
Luka buries his head into Alejandro’s neck and sobs as wave after wave of searing pleasure rocks his body. He feels weightless and unmoored, and he can barely catch the barrage of praise that Alejandro is whispering in his ear, telling him he's perfect and doing so good and that he'll never get enough of him.
Luka’s fingers dig into the soft tweed of Alejandro’s shirt and he gasps each time Alejandro pushes in and another ripple of pleasure curses through him.
Orgasms always make Luka feel untethered and like he's overflowing with joy, simply because they're a reminder that his body is capable of so much more than the pain and discomfort he's condemned to every day. That he deserves more than that, and that he can take it if he wants to.
He wants to take it all with Alejandro.
Luka brings his palm to Alejandro’s cheek and whispers softly, “I want you to come inside of me. Please.”
Alejandro whines at his words, a sound so needy and sweet and high-pitched that Luka can hardly believe it. But the words spur Alejandro on and he picks up his pace again, slamming into Luka’s overstimulated cunt over and over again.
“You’ve been so good to me, Ale. Such a good boy,” Luka whispers directly into his ear, and it’s what ultimately does it.
Alejandro’s hips jerk once, twice, three times, and then he's spilling inside of Luka with a groan, losing his balance and pinning him against the bed completely. Luka wraps his arms around Alejandro’s shoulders and pulls him in even closer, letting Alejandro ride out his orgasm and spill every last drop.
When he's done, Alejandro stays sprawled all over Luka, soft and warm and so deliciously heavy Luka never wants him to get up again.
Luka runs his hand through Alejandro’s damp hair, mouth ghosting over his forehead and temples and everywhere else he can reach. He can't believe he gets to do it.
It feels too good to be true, but the weight of Alejandro’s body on top of his prevents Luka from floating away and panicking.
“Fuck.” Alejandro breathes out, and Luka snorts at his pained tone.
“What?”
“I'm going to think about this every time we shoot a scene together from now on.” He rasps.
“So?”
“So? Clint is going to fucking fire me.” Alejandro says, and Luka can tell he's only half-joking.
“Eh. He can always kill us off at the end of the season. Have us go out in a blaze of platonic glory.”
“Two non-gay friends in a brotherly relationship.”
“Who eye-fuck each other for no reason.”
“No reason whatsoever.”
They look at each other for a few seconds before they dissolve into giggles, shaking and giggling until their lips meet again and every thought of Clint simply floats away.
Alejandro doesn't show up for any of his scenes that day, and assistants scramble to find him all around the set. The trailer he shares with Luka remains locked, so they figure there's no way he's inside.
If anyone hears broken moans and quiet curses and lilting laughter coming out of it from time to time, they keep it to themselves.
×××
When the season two finale of Arcane finally airs nine months later, Jayce and Viktor do indeed go out in a blaze of platonic glory, despite the show getting renewed for a third season. Fans are shocked and devastated, although they find solace in the fact that their beloved boys chose to leave the world in each other's arms.
Whether this shocking move from the writers has anything to do with two of the show's most popular actors, who spend nine months doing their best to fuel any and all rumors that they're dating and that their characters have feelings for each other—well, that particular question remains a mystery.