#alpha!viktor

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.

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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.