#alpha!jayce

The lady excitedly lead you through a few different doors until you were in a room that overlooked a large spacious area.

“There’s so many of them,” you muttered to yourself, but it was clearly loud enough for her to hear you.

“Not many people want a hybrid, they prefer a traditional cat or dog,” her tone was melancholic, and a pang of guilt hit your chest. That was exactly what you’d done.

“Chances are the majority of these guys will spend their whole lives here,” she sighed sadly.

A high pitched yelp interrupted her train of thought as she perked up to see who the culprit was. It seemed to be a pink haired girl, her matching feline ears were pressed back against her head whilst another hybrid had their hand raised into a fist.

“Jinx no!” Your guide leaned over the small balcony to scold her. All the hybrid’s snapped their attention to where her voice was, but the blue-eared one slowly lowered her fist and skulked off to another corner; content that the conflict was over the rest of the room relaxed and continued what they were doing previously.

However, one pair of eyes remained on the balcony.

You couldn’t place it at first, but then you spotted him. His eyes were so piercing that you quickly avoided eye contact.

“Who’s the one on their own?” You asked quietly as if he could hear you. The vet leaned into you and the excitement was radiating off of her.

“That’s Jayce, our chocolate Labrador hybrid,” she paused for you to ask questions, but continued quickly anyway.

“He’s been with us for about 3 months, he was completely feral when we found him. He’d been abandoned by his previous owner when he was a puppy and was surviving on his own for so long,” her voice lost its usual joyful lint the more she spoke.

“When he arrived he was practically uncontrollable, we thought we’d have to separate him from the others entirely,” she paused as she realised her voice was getting louder, “But he bonded well with one of our felines, Viktor his name was, but he was adopted quite quickly-“.

The entire time she was talking your eyes kept darting back to who she was talking about.

He was sat in a chair with with his leg on his knee, away from everyone else, his annoyed gaze continuously on the balcony as if he knew he was being spoken about.

“-We encouraged them to adopt the two of them as a pair, but they didn’t want a canine, so he stayed with us. Unfortunately, some of his feral habits returned but he mostly keeps to himself now,” she finally finished her monologue.

You furrowed your eyebrows with empathy and glanced towards her, "He's lonely, like me," you commented and put your elbows on the railing to rest your chin on your palms, overlooking the space again.

His eyes were still on the two of you, you could feel it.

"Do you want to meet them?" the vet asked a little too swiftly.

The thought bounced around in your mind for a moment, contemplating if you should even entertain this idea; but as you looked around the room you felt your heart ache for them.

You sighed as a sign of conceding to the idea, "Yeah, why not?" you pushed yourself up off of the balcony and turned to the vet, waiting for her to start moving.

The smile on her face was one of relief and joy. It was clear that not many people were jumping at the opportunity to adopt a hybrid, let alone even entertain seeing them.

It didn't take long to get to the 'sanctuary' door - that's what she called the main communal area for them - she swiped her key card and the door beeped open.

For some reason your heartbeat increase slightly as you stepped over the threshold and into the room.

"Hello everyone!" she said in a slightly elevated voice, not loud enough to be shouting but loud enough for it to carry throughout the room. "We have guest today, she's very nice so don't worry," she warned them.

Although the atmosphere didn't feel hostile, it didn't feel welcoming either. The majority of them observed you from a distance.

There were so many questions you had, but you didn't know where to start.

"If we take a seat over here we can let them come to us," she lead you to a sofa in the middle of the room, but as you sat down she moved away to a cabinet to retrieve a big folder.

The time you were alone was minimal but a spike of anxiety went through you, some of the hybrids moved closer to observe you but never close enough to speak to any of them individually.

The vet returned and sat next to you on the sofa, placing the big folder onto the table, "We have all the information on the residents in here," she didn't open it but left it for you, if you felt inclined.

It didn't take long for the blue haired feline from before to bound over and sit next to the vet, "Hello sweetie," the vet said as the feline put her head on her shoulder and started playing with her hair.

"This is-" she started, but this time you interrupted, "Jinx?".

Both the vet and Jinx looked up at you when you spoke, "Yes! She's quite the troublemaker, especially with her sister Vi," she pointed at the pink-haired feline that was being bapped earlier.

"I see," you spoke slowly as you opened the folder to their joint page. 'Must be adopted together', it read in bold under their photos.

"As they're actually siblings, we can't have them separated, it wouldn't be healthy," she explained as she started to tighten one of Jinx's braids.

It reminded you of her story from before and you instinctively raised your head from the folder to where the Labrador hybrid was sitting before, he was still staring at you.

"What type of space are you working with?" you were thankful she was asking you questions, you felt completely out of your depth.

Your eyelids fluttered in surprise, he must be territorial, you thought.

"Just a one-bed apartment," you eventually answered. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the vet lean back to glace at Jayce and her lips curled into a smile again.

"Ah," the noise of disappointment, "That's not a lot of space for play, if you were to adopt it would need to be someone more relaxed,".

She leaned forward and started flipping through the folder, unclipping certain pages and laying them in front of you.

"Unfortunately, they're all a little rambunctious here, but these are who I'd recommend," she'd placed two folders on the table.

"Caitlyn', and 'Ekko", she said aloud even though their names were written down in front of you - Jinx stuck her tongue out and made a 'Bleh' noise when she said Caitlyn.

You spent some time reading their files, they seemed nice enough, two felines; but the whole time you were reading your mind kept drifting back to the one who's eyes you could feel in the side of your head.

"What about-" you started, pausing for a moment to reconsider if you actually wanted to suggest this, but before you could get the courage to complete the sentence the vet interjected with a surprised "Jayce?!".

You glanced up from the pages to ask her how she knew what you were going to say, when you realised there was a large figure basking you in his shadow.

Immediately, your heart started beating quickly again and a nervous rush went through you. "Oh, hello," your voice shook as you spoke.

Now that he was closer you could see that his eyes were a golden yellow, which complemented his chocolatey brown hair pretty well. His nose twitched as if he was also rethinking his approach, or he was catching your scent.

"Jayce, this is..." the vet started the introduction and waited for you to say your name out loud for him, which you did.

His eyebrow raised slightly as he seemed to look you over; from your shoes to the top of your head.

Before, it felt like you couldn't make eye contact with him, but now you were struggling to look away. There was a sadness in his eyes that you recognised all too well, he was lonely too.

Unsure of how to manage the situation, you stuck your hand out for him to shake. He studied your hand silently and without movement, you were starting to think you should put your hand down when he slowly took it.

His hands were large, much bigger than your own and very warm. Although he didn't move his hand, he held a gentle grip on yours and watched where they connected.

"Nice to meet you, Jayce," you tried to say as softly as possible and timidly shook his hand up and down. His brown ears twitched slightly at the mention of his name.

After a few long seconds he let go of your hand and with a quick exhale he walked away.

You blinked a few times and lowered your hand, "Did I do something wrong?" you asked the vet, she chuckled to herself "Not at all, I'm actually surprised he showed any interest at all, he normally never moves from his spot,".

"Oh," was all you could say.

After some time, the vet stood and gestured for you to do the same, leading you towards the exit, "We should leave them to it, we try not to overstimulate them with new people too often,".

Once you were out in the halls again, you asked "Why's his hair so long?". Whilst it wasn't an unmanageable length, it was certainly dishevelled and outgrown.

"He doesn't really let people near him, let alone people with scissors and a razor," she laughed, "Like I said, he still has some feral tendencies, nothing that we're concerned about but it does mean he's a bit scruffy sometimes." she explained.

You nodded slowly to show your understanding. Whilst you felt yourself being drawn towards Jayce, the more you heard about his behaviours the more you were thinking that you weren't cut out to have a hybrid.

"I don't think I’m capable of looking after someone like him," you confessed even though it physically hurt your chest to say.

The vet chuckled again, "When it comes to hybrids, they look after themselves. All you really need to do is feed them, give them a home and attention when they want it.".

She picked up the folder again and flipped through the files, "I know it might seem overwhelming, but we don't just let anyone adopt our hybrids, there's a vetting process to it," she said as she handed you another file.

"What about my apartment? It's only one bedroom, and he's quite..." you didn't know what word to settle on, "Large,".

She nodded at your concern, "Ordinarily, I'd say it was an issue, but for a canine like Jayce, he just needs companionship and intellectual stimulation.".

You took in her words, you were hoping she would agree and tell you that it wasn't possible, that it wasn't meant to be. Then you could let this go and move onto something less demanding.

"Take this home, have a read and see how you feel. If you're still interested we can set up another meeting," you took the file from her and held it close to your chest.

Over the next couple of days, that's exactly what you did.

You read the file over and over, it felt like every detail was engrained into your brain, along with those piercing yellow eyes that were so full of sadness.

He was like you. As much as you hated to admit it, he was your reflection.

"Hello?" you spoke into you phone, the voice on the other end greeted you and asked you to verify your name, which you did.

"How can I help you today?" the receptionist was characteristically bubbly, "I'd like to set up a meeting, please?" you asked hesitantly.

The line was quiet, save for the tapping of her fingers on the keys, "Of course, is that for Jayce?" she eventually said and you felt a bolt of excitement charge through you.

"Yes, please," you confirmed. A few more details were exchanged and the meeting was set, "Perfect, we'll see you tomorrow at 1pm!".

The evening went by too quickly and too slowly at the same time.

Luckily, you worked from home so you were able to be fairly flexible with your availability, despite your morning being relatively unproductive.

Instead of doing your job, you'd spent the first three hours of your shift researching canine hybrids; their needs, requirements and any medical issues.

You'd only just started researching about feral hybrids before you realised the time, 12:30.

When you arrived he was sat in the same chair as before, but this time he wore a black tunic with the sleeves rolled up.

If not for the fluffy ears and tail, you'd think he was a business man or politician of some sort.

As you approached him - with the vet in tow - he stood.

It took you by surprise and your steps faltered. He blinked a few times and his eyebrows softened slightly for a second, before putting his hand out the same way you had a couple days prior.

A soft smile came across your lips as you tentatively took his hand and shook it, he’d copied your gesture to make you comfortable. His touch felt familiar, as if he was someone you’d known for years.

Despite the gentle nature he was showing you, his eyes still bore into you like he was trying to figure out if you were a threat or not.

When he eventually let go of your hand, he sat down and his eyes looked between you and the chair opposite him. He wanted you to sit as well.

You glanced at the soft armchair behind you and side stepped until you were in front of it; before you lowered yourself down, you turned your head back to Jayce to check this is what he wanted.

When there was no change in his demeanour, you plonked yourself into the soft cushions less than gracefully, it was a lot lower and bouncier than you’d anticipated.

“He got this out when he heard you were coming today,” the vet said from behind you, honestly you’d forgotten he was there.

You’d somehow failed to notice that on the table in between the two of you was a chess set, set up and ready for a game.

“I’m sure you’ve already read his file, but Jayce here is very intelligent, he loves these types of games,” the man sounded so proud.

Meanwhile, Jayce stared at him with a displeased facial expression, like he was waiting for him to stop talking.

“I’ll leave you to it, but I’ll be over here if you need me,” the man gave you a small wave as he moved to the other side of the room.

This was the first time you and Jayce were somewhat alone, there was a spark of excitement as well as nervousness.

You just hoped he liked you.

“I simply can not give you more points for this. I told you beforehand that you had to seriously revise your points on the omegan aspect of your work. Your thoughts are…” he tries to find a word that will be somewhat diplomatic but eventually settles – again – on: “Outdated. Grossly, I might add. To the point that even I have to say they are ancient. And I am already ancient, yes?”

He tries to lighten the mood, but Dmitri’s face stays scrunched up and the scent wafting off of him was… unpleasant, to say the least. An angry, upset Alpha that is too stubborn to know when to back down.

“You said my thoughts were good,” Dmitri insists. He glances down at the paper he’s thrown onto Jayce’s desk and then back up at the older Alpha.

“I did, and they are.” Jayce thinks this must be a special kind of Hell devised just for him. He must have done something to deserve it. He’s on a record that keeps jumping back to the same point over and over again and he does not know how to put his words together to finally make the stubborn young Alpha understand.

He leans forward some and lowers his voice. “Your thoughts are good. You have a bright future ahead of you in terms of biomechanical engineering. But you are not applying your talents properly. Your outlook on how your inventions could affect society is… frankly, it’s making my hair stand on end. Your thoughts on Omegas are, quite frankly, insulting. You do not put proper consideration into their needs and wants. They are only mentioned in passing and like they will have to simply be happy with what they can get.”

“Oh my God! What do you even know of some dumb Omegas? When’s even the last time you bred one? Holy shit, this is dumb!”

Jayce blinks, taken aback by Dmitri’s sudden explosive outburst. The young Alpha has jumped up from his seat, hands balled into fists. “Who the fuck cares about Omegas?! My thoughts are good! My math is perfect!”

Jayce opens his mouth, then closes it again, unsure where to even begin to unpack-

There’s a soft knock at the door and before anybody can answer, it opens and his assistant’s head pushes inside.

Viktor’s gaunt face is pulled tight, thick brows furrowed.

“What is going on in here?” he asks with the strict kind of air a professor should have. Jayce feels immediately humbled. He has to squash down the instinct to get out a childish ‘It wasn’t me’ just so his spirited omegan assistant wouldn’t think he was the one making such a ruckus.

“Nothing, Viktor. Dmitri and I are simply having a… civilized… disagreement.” Jayce’s eyes slide toward Dmitri, willing him to come to his senses and just calm down.

Instead he sees the young Alpha glaring at Viktor now, his cheeks flushed with anger and his balled fists shaking at his sides.

“Whatever. Whatever. Fuck this.” Dmitri exhales roughly and rolls his shoulders. He does not look again at Jayce before stomping out.

There’s something primal and sharp twisting inside Jayce’s chest when he sees the angry young Alpha approaching Viktor who fearlessly watches him approach. Just a second before Dmitri reaches him, Jayce is about to get out of his chair, heart thumping. In his mind’s eye, Dimitri will bodycheck Viktor to the side just to get out of the room – but Viktor suddenly opens the door wider and laconically gestures out.

The younger Alpha’s steps hesitate. Jayce can see his hackles, the short hair at the nape of his neck, rising. Viktor just stares at him with a stern and disappointed glare, like he is not aware of any apparent danger.

Maybe he knows that Jayce would go between whatever might arise. Or, more likely, he’s just that much of a spitfire Omega to be ready to fight back if threatened.

Jayce’s throat tightens in preparation for a little warning growl that he does not think he’s made in decades, but before his vocal chords can start vibrating, Dmitri suddenly exits the premises just like that.

Viktor puffs one gaunt cheek out as he looks after him with a frown, then turns to peer at Jayce with mild curiosity.

“Are you alright, professor?”

Jayce stares at him. All at once, he slumps back in his chair like a puppet with its strings cut when it occurs to him his frail omegan assistant had been protecting him. Feeling humbled all over again and bewildered by the dull ache creeping through his chest, Jayce forces himself to nod and throw a wobbly smile toward Viktor.

“Yes, of course. I am used to these kind of altercations. Young Alphas often still struggle keeping their hormones in check.” He waves a laconic hand but when he sees Viktor’s critical gaze, he realizes that he must not be all that successful in pretending not to care.

Jayce clears his throat and sits up properly in his chair once more. He gathers the papers that Dmitri had left behind and starts to stack them neatly to have something to do. Something about Viktor’s quiet disappointment sits odd with him.

“You may go home now, Viktor. It is far too late anyway.”

Viktor narrows his eyes slightly. “...for an Omega?” he asks, slow. His accent makes the ‘r’ roll in a tiny trill that Jayce finds exciting and threatening all rolled into one. He clears his throat. “For a teacher’s assistant,” he clarifies sternly. “Please get some rest.”

Viktor watches him for a moment longer before he sniffs daintily and stands from his slouch leaning against the doorframe. He reaches for something outside and Jayce realizes that his disabled assistant has left his crutch sitting out of the way of any potential fighting. He had been ready to defend his old Alpha teacher.

Jayce feels… conflicted, and even more conflicted because of that. After how he lectured Dmitri, he really would have thought himself immune to these base alphan urges, but alas…

He stands up and comes around his desk, noting how Viktor relaxes and tilts his face up toward him. Nice and pliant and trusting. A whole different sight to his stand off with Dmitri a minute ago.

“I will still be on the premises,” Viktor says in a low voice. “I have some projects to tuck in.”

He speaks of them as if they were his pups and that endears Jayce to no end. He reaches out, sees Viktor’s pupils dilate in anticipation, and chickens out at the last second, grabbing the doorhandle instead of his assistant’s… anything. His arm. His shoulder. His jaw.

Jayce is afraid what might happen if he were to curl his fingers around Viktor’s bicep and note that he could almost touch them together.

Viktor’s eyes flick toward the hand on the doorhandle. He huffs. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? Jayce swallows thickly. He’s unmoored since Dmitri’s horrible behavior.

“Please don’t overdo it,” he murmurs softly, voice pitched a little lower, aimed to soothe a ruffled Omega’s feathers. When Viktor opens his mouth with a sardonic glint in his eye, Jayce cuts him off. “...Because I have a class tomorrow and I expect my highly competent and very diligent assistant to be there.”

Viktor’s lips twitch. He looks thoughtful but after a second he tilts his head to the side just so. Enough to be notable as a coy little omegan tease but subtle enough to let slip beneath the rug.

Before Jayce’s tripping brain can come up with a reaction to that gesture, Viktor turns away.

“Very well. Goodnight, Professor Talis.”

“Goodnight, Viktor,” Jayce replies, throat tight once more and voice pressed because of it as he chokes down an alphan purr.

Viktor throws him the tiniest look across his shoulder, letting him know he’s been found out.

Jayce takes a hurried step back and closes the door, flustered and wound tight. He’s easily three decades older than Viktor. This is not…

He hadn’t really been in it for the mating part, is what is the crux of the problem.

But then he’d seen that other person. He’d seen him on campus a few times and knew… nothing about him. No name, no designation, not even what kind of courses he visited. Until the guy, standing a bit off from the rest of the eagerly mingling group, had turned a little to inspect one of the last, flickering street lamps on the edge of the property, and Jayce had seen the sign plastered across his narrow shoulder blades:

Viktor

A

A/O; A/A; A/B

And… damn. If that A/A didn’t immediately burn itself into Jayce’s retinas.

.o.

Jayce starts running with the rest of the group when the starting shot is fired. The group is tight but quickly begins to fan out, Alphas, and some of the Betas hanging back to let the rest get a headstart for the real hunt to begin. He stares ahead intensely, trying to see that narrow back weaving through the trees but simply can’t quite make him out.

His jogging slows down somewhat, heart sinking as he realizes he immediately lost track of Viktor and he has no idea what he smells like yet so he can’t even track him down and – what if someone else is getting to him before him?

The rest of the Alpha and Beta group pulls past him; meandering and slow, heads tilting almost dreamily as they scent the air and seek out the smells that entice them most.

It’s then that Jayce hears the soft cracking of dried leafs behind him. He turns his head only to see… Viktor.

Wandering slowly without any hurry, his hands behind his back even as he looks into the dark canopy of the trees. There’s a bit of a limp to his gait whenever he shifts his weight toward his right leg, and now that he like the rest of the group is in his running clothes and is wearing short shorts – oh lord, they are short… – he can see a leg brace around said right leg.

Jayce’s mouth goes dry. They’re barely out of the gates, so to speak. It feels perverse to already be able to catch his prey, but…

Jayce trots over, heart in his throat. Viktor turns his head the moment the other Alpha comes within arm’s reach. There are dark circles underneath his eyes, like he hasn’t slept in days. His long hair somehow manages to look both lank and fluffy at the same time as he comes to a stop and slowly turns toward Jayce. He has to tilt his head back in order to look him in the eyes and it makes Jayce’s blood run hotter still.

He’s panting a little and he can tell Viktor notices because his mouth quirks at one corner in amusement.

“You,” Jayce rasps. “You… you’re looking for an Alpha?”

Viktor lifts one bony shoulder in a belligerent shrug. His body language is open, not showing any signs of worrying. “I am looking for anybody. I don’t think I can be picky, do you?”

Jayce thinks that Viktor is the loveliest person he has ever seen, and he wonders if it shows in the way he can’t help but swing his upper body toward him, mouth open just enough to pull in his scent, tongue directing it to waft past his palette and give him a fuller picture of the other Alpha.

He smells spicy and delicious.

“You wanna… uh… you uhm…” he can barely get the words out, especially with Viktor standing there and looking quietly amused. He’s not tilting backwards in response to Jayce’s advances which… shit. That’s kind of fucking with him all the more. He’s got the distinct feeling that Viktor knows exactly what he wants to ask but is not helping him out any just to be contrary. He just lifts one dark brow and levels him with a sardonic grin.

“...Yes?”

Jayce’s face is flaming, blood rushing through his ears and cheeks and down into his chest before trickling toward his groin. His mouth is getting decidedly dry, so he just croaks: “Bitching?”

Viktor’s eyes crinkle at the corners. Fuck, he looks seconds from laughing at Jayce, and that’s his right too because what the Hell is he doing right now? He’s fumbling this so bad.

“If you mean to ask whether you may try and make me submit…” he says slowly, his words hitting all kinds of delicious chords in Jayce’s brain. He rocks back on his heels a little and Jayce immediately bends forward more to keep the tight little distance and not make it expand further. He is completely hooked and from the way Viktor’s pupils grow fatter, he feels like the other Alpha is realizing as much.

Still, Viktor waits until he finally breaks the suspension like cutting a fine string with insanely sharp scissors: “...You may. I do not mind.”

.o.

I do not mind. He said it so non-chalantly. He said it with a little lilt that made it sound like he is indulging Jayce and fuck. Shit. He can curse in his own mind if he wants to, and he wants to, needs to, right now because Viktor makes him all dumb and eager and they’ve only met a handful of minutes ago.

His mouth opens a little wider, broad chest expanding with a deep, needy breath of the other Alpha’s warm, spiced scent. It’s undercut with the sharp tang of medicine but Viktor is here and has been greenlit, so Jayce is not going to ask whether he is well enough for a mating run. It’s just-

“You are… Talis, correct?”

Jayce’s eyes snap from the knee brace up to Viktor’s face again. He’s fumbling. Oh, he is fumbling so bad. He nods quickly, eager, trying to appear like he isn’t already sporting a pathetic half-hard chub for this slender Alpha. Tries to pretend he can’t see how Viktor is looking more and more like the cat that got the cream because of course he’d be able to smell how pathetically turned on Jayce is.

“I… yes. Yes, I am! Jayce Talis. We are-”

“We are both at the university, yes. I’ve seen you around.” Viktor’s whiskey eyes tighten with amusement, even though his mouth is still just slightly curved, not showing any teeth. “I meant to talk to you, actually.”

Jayce is panting now; open mouthed and shameless. He feels like he is basically bent in half now to get as close to Viktor’s face as possible, even though that can not be it. Viktor is not that much shorter than him, although he is willowy thin.

“You did?”

“I did,” Viktor confirms but does not elaborate. And he looks so goddamn amused; close to flat out laughing at Jayce. Standing there, smelling like that and sounding like that and not giving in by even a tiny little step backwards, no matter how close Jayce gets to him and-

His patience breaks. He’s almost drooling at this point. He’s panting so openly that he knows his large, Alphan mating fangs are on full display because Viktor’s whiskey gaze keeps dropping to his lips intermittently.

Jayce stares down at the leg brace again and just cuts to the chase – hah.

“Can you. I mean do you. I mean… should I… chase you? Can you… can you run?”

“Oh,” Viktor says, his thick, dark brows twitching together in consternation for a second, like he hadn’t thought about that. “That is… hmmm.”

Then his gaze flicks over Jayce’s shoulder, his face growing a little stiff as someone had to be approaching. Jayce’s blood immediately boils as he snaps up straight again, a low rumble in his chest, turning around to growl at whoever is trying to challenge him to Viktor-

Only – nobody is there.

The soft crack of a twig has him quickly turn back around to see Viktor’s slim form disappearing between the trees. Jayce’s mouth drops open, his blood roaring to life wilder and hotter as he goes off like a bullet shot, tearing after Viktor.

~~~~~

Viktor has an odd loping gait that is wholly attributed to the damaged knee and leg brace. It does not help that it makes him look more like a rabbit. Or maybe a deer. It is making Jayce sweat with eagerness as his blood pumps and his focus settles solely on the slim Alpha in front of him.

Nobody and nothing else matters. They could be running past other runners – unlikely as the others have quite a headstart – and Jayce would be none the wiser.

Viktor is fast; but he can only run for so long. He tries to lose Jayce by weaving his way in between closer standing trees, but Jayce has his scent now and he won’t lose him anytime soon.

It’s sitting right on the back of his tongue, spiced like some kind of warm alcoholic beverage and it is making him honest to God salivate. His chest is pumping, expanding and contracting with his deep breaths, pulling more of the moist forest air laced with Viktor’s scent and pheromones into his body. It gets him drunk.

When he is close enough, he does not think about leaping, he just does it. He barrels into Viktor from behind, wrapping his arms around the slender Alpha and twisting in the air so he is the one slamming onto the ground, Viktor held securely on top of his heaving chest.

He can hear the whistle of Viktor’s frantic breathing as he just lies there, stunned. His head is on Jayce’s chest, hair thrown into wild disarray by the sudden jerk and practically perfuming the air around them with his scent. Jayce is delirious. Groans low and throaty and slowly starts to twist again. He deposits Viktor on the fallen leafs and soft soil beneath him and just looks at him while he’s ranging above the slim Alpha. They’re both panting and Jayce knows he is showing off his mating fangs like some asshole, but he can’t help it. They feel so tender in his gums.

Viktor is staring at them openly, his eyes looking brighter than before in his tired face because his pupils have drawn into little adrenaline pinpricks.

Since he is panting as well, Jayce can finally see his fangs in turn. His teeth are a little crooked all in all, but his fangs are real pretty. Only barely larger than the chubby things that Omegas sport, but perfect for his narrow face.

Jayce leans down and licks at them eagerly. There is no higher brain function involved in the motion. His blood is rushing through his body, supplying him with far too much oxygen that goes right to his head and leaves him impossibly aroused and on edge.

Viktor makes a soft sound like he is surprised. He does not attempt to lick back, but he lifts his hands and slowly curls them around Jayce’s biceps. He opens his mouth a little wider after a moment of hesitation and this show of submission is grabbing Jayce right by the throat.

He pulls back sharp enough to give himself whiplash, a high-pitched, puppy like whine threading through the air right out of his own throat.

“Oh sh-shit,” he stutters, trying to keep from humping the air and miserably failing. His cock is trapped in his shorts and with every roll of his hips, the swollen, weeping glans rubs into the fabric. Shards of pleasure creep through his veins. He leans back down, presses his forehead into Viktor’s shoulder as his hips keep humping despite himself; fucking the warm air just above Viktor’s heaving, painfully concave belly.

“Please… c-can I…?”

“If you… if you m-must.” Viktor sounds too stunned to give any real inflection to the words. He does not sound as unaffected as he wants to be, clearly. He shuffles his bony legs up until they are framing Jayce’s hips, clutching them right between them and holding him fast. He does not pull himself up, though; does not bring himself closer for Jayce to hump against.

Jayce lifts his head slowly. Strings of drool drip from his panting mouth and landing in the soil just above Viktor’s shoulder. His whole world is spinning. He wonders if he is hyperventilating. If he will be able to live through the experience of getting Viktor ready for himself because his smell is driving him absolutely insane.

It’s not until Viktor suddenly lifts his head and fits his teeth around Jayce’s throat, a warning little growl rumbling from his narrow ribcage, that Jayce finally is jerked out of his deliberations.

His hips freeze mid air and his spine feels hot and liquid as he remains nice and still while another Alpha got their teeth at his jugular. He’s burning up. He is going insane. He had just wanted to run and get the blood pumping and then let the other person go, but there is no way he can do that now.

He needs to have Viktor and the fact that he is not giving up without a fight is driving Jayce insane.

Viktor waits for a heartbeat or two, then briefly pinches Jayce’s throat harder between his teeth before pulling away and licking his lips.

“You should get on with it. Before I change my mind,” he cautions in a low voice.

Jayce groans and barely catches himself from collapsing on top of the slim Alpha. His cock is pulsing warm and insistent and in time with his frantic, strong heartbeat. He slowly lifts himself higher again, kneeling on all fours above Viktor, and closes his eyes. He has to get his shit together. He needs to…

“Oh…” Viktor mutters beneath him. Just a puff of air, really. Soft and surprised sounding.

Jayce’s eyes open to find Viktor has his head lifted a little and is staring down between them, so he lowers his head to follow his gaze and whimpers when he too sees how translucent his running shorts have become with how much he’s been wetting through them. As they both watch, his cock flexes like it has a mind of its own; like it needs to make sure it got Viktor’s attention.

Jayce can feel how he’s pumping out even more wetness; how it is seeping into the fabric until it can’t hold any more and a fat, viscous drop starts to form, pressing out between the fibres right above his prominently visible piss slit.

One of Viktor’s hands reaches down. Jayce doesn’t have enough brain capacity to anticipate what he would be doing until those long fingers curl around his shaft as best they can with the shorts in the way.

His hips jerk immediately, obediently fucking into the other Alpha’s palm once, twice, almost three times before he can bite his lip and force himself perfectly still again.

“You’re…” Viktor swallows thickly. His other arm curls around Jayce’s hip and guides him down until he can cup that wet, needy cock against his concave stomach. “You’re… exceptionally big, Jayce. I am unsure if you will physically fit.”

There’s a high-pitched whistling noise starting up between Jayce’s ears. It sounds like a tea kettle and he is not at all sure if it isn’t actually coming out of his throat.

“It’ll fit,” he whines, quick and eager. He’s had to slide his knees farther apart in order to accommodate Viktor pulling him down and the burn in his inner thighs is somewhat grounding him. “It’ll fit, it’ll fit! I promise!”

Viktor looks unconvinced but there is an enticing blush on his gaunt cheeks and his long fingers are idly petting through the thick wetness seeping through Jayce’s shorts. He licks his mating fangs, then rasps: “You better take good care of me, Jayce Talis.”

Jayce’s eyes nearly roll back into his skull as he allows himself to rut forward against Viktor’s belly and hand cupping him. Just once.