Viktor who seems so put together in Jayce's head, who is the shining example of Piltover's gentlemen standard (which is forced on him so he doesnt get kicked out for people thinking he'll bite, or being considered an unclean sump rat).
They live together after a few years of working together and its pretty good. Bills are paid, house is clean (Viktor is the clean freak and Jayce is the messy cook kinda deal) and they spend a good amount of time together at home and the lab. Its the dream for Jayce.
Until he comes home early one night from a gala, the whole thing shut down over fault sprinklers.
Jayce comes in silently, shutting the door with a soft click. The whole house is dark and quite, the only noise being the soft record player coming from Viktor's room. Jayce wanders down the hall to laugh about his night with him, only to pause at the crack of the door.
He gaps at what he sees.
He can only really see their backs and a bit of their side but he notices that long hair anywhere. His rival, Dmitri, has Viktor spread out below him on his belly as he hammers away at him. His long fingers tangle in Viktor's hair, pushing him down into the bed. His focus in immeditely (and unintentionally, he swears) drawn to the small cock rubbing on the bed, head glossy with precum at each rough thrust of the man above him.
"You're such a good girl, Vik, taking my cock like you were made for it."
Jayce swallows, heat rushing between his legs.
Viktor moans, high in his throat and using one of his arms his arms to push back onto Dmitri's cock. He wedges the other under his chest in what Jayce assumes is him groping his own chest.
"Y-yes, just for you, Sir. My hole was made for you."
Dmitri growls, laying over top of him and using his legs to spread Viktor's legs further.
"It was, wasn't it?" Dmitri turns a sly eye to Jayce and winks.
Jayce scrambles away from the door, almost falling in the process, but he makes it to his room as quieltly as he can.
If he rubs one out that night, thinking of Viktor in pretty dresses and make up, its no ones business but his own.
Jayce had been the one to propose living together. It had seemed convenient, and Jayce needed to leave his mother's house before she tried to introduce him to some "wonderful, perfect lady" again. Cassandra Kiramman, Janna bless her, paid Jayce a good salary, but she hadn't gifted him another apartment.
The house Jayce found after 19 months of Hextech had been perfect. One floor, classy style, close to the academy building but not too far from the center of the city. It had three bedrooms, a garden, and the already decorated dinning room made Jayce think it was too much for a single man. Almost immediately, as he saw the green grass lacking any flowers, Viktor came to his mind.
Jayce proposed it with certain anxiety. Viktor had saved his life, he had made Hextech a reality, and Jayce sometimes felt like he couldn't live without his friend. He was like that, he felt like that, always desperate and loud. Viktor was his best friend, the perfect example of a scientist and a gentleman, always immaculate and with a soft laugh on his lips.
Which shouldn't be surprising. Viktor, among the four hundred students of the academy, had been the one to catch the eye of Heimerdinger. And he had proved to be such a mind that even now the councilor came to the Hextech lab and stole Viktor for a few hours. Poor Miss Young, the only assistant they can afford, sighs enamoured whenever Viktor smiles at her.
Jayce was - scared at first. He had feared to dissappoint Viktor when they moved into their now shared home; it was one thing to be messy at the lab and another to be so in their home. But Viktor had tilted his head, raising those perfectly trimmed eyebrows of his, and chuckled.
"Jayce, you could never dissappoint me," Viktor had comforted him, a tender pat to his shoulder. That same day, Jayce discovered that Viktor was as flawless at home as he was at the lab: Clean, with his own method of organization (apparently, salt and sugar are cousins), and a bit picky when it comes to his space or meals.
"You cannot have that for breakfast," Jayce laughs when, for the third morning in a row, he comes back from running to find Viktor making pancakes and a milky sugared drink he calls coffee. Viktor hums in disagreement, and says that when Jayce takes over kitchen duties, he can decide what breakfast will be.
It's convenient. It's perfect. And Jayce likes coming back home from tedious galas or visits to the Kiramman House and find Viktor on their couch, reading, a smart welcome already on his lips. Even Ximena has taken a liking to Jayce's new and shared home, and she and Viktor exchange recipes and laugh over Jayce's organized mess.
There is, however, one rule in their home. Dmitri Helvig, deputy principal of the Academy, is not allowed to visit.
Jayce had been ready to be called an asshole when he asked Viktor to not bring the man to their home. While Jayce and Dmitri despised each other, Dmitri and Viktor had been friends since the first year of the Academy. While Jayce spent days studying alone and being called crazy, Dmitri and Viktor had had each other, and to this day, they kept an intimate bond that Jayce didn't like at all.
Sometimes Jayce would see Viktor leave the lab for lunch, and if Jayce looked through the window, he would see a tall figure of long blonde hair and icy blue eyes waiting for Viktor. It is disgustingly affectionate, Dmitri always invading Viktor's space, behaving like some ridiculous teenager rather than the supposed academic gentleman he is. He looks pathetic next to Viktor's perfect demeanor and elegance, but none of them seem to care. In fact, Viktor smiles at it. He always smiles when Dmitri is around.
But a rule is a rule. And Viktor is nothing but loyal on his agreements to Jayce. This is why Jayce's current predicament is - unexpected.
For weeks, Jayce has been requested to attention galas and dinners not only by Lady Kiramman, but also councilor Medarda. It's a new kind of scenario, and Jayce is not sure he likes it. The alcohol always makes him dizzy, and he finds talks about fashion and luxury quite boring. Sometimes he begs Heimerdinger to stay at his side, if only to be able to hold educated conversation on engines and electricity rather than being pushed to another young or elder lady that wants to sink her fake nails into his skin. The one comfort Jayce has in these events is when he takes a carriage home, knowing that Viktor is waiting at home, more likely with something funny to say and a meal that isn't bland piltie recipe.
Tonight, Jayce had left the gala earlier than he should. In his defense, Lady Kiramman had left too, and Jayce decided it was better to leave as well rather than saying something that wasn't quite correct. It had been a welcomed situation, Jayce humming as he opened the door of their home, smiling at the blossoming flowers of the garden, taking off his coat, tie and shoes and finally breathing in the nice scent of their walls that mixed with lavanda candles and the cologne Viktor always used.
Strangely, everything was dark and quiet. A bit weird, as Viktor rarely went to sleep before midnight, and it was barely nine p.m. At first, Jayce's mind jumped to think that Viktor wasn't home, but soon, the noise of a piano record reached Jayce's ears.
Ah, Viktor was probably laying down on bed already. Jayce could picture it, his partner already in pajamas, hair wet after a shower, more likely reading and trying to forget about the pain on his leg. Sometimes Viktor has really bad days. This could be one. Jayce should offer some comfort, maybe cook a bit of pasta and help Viktor apply ointment on his skinny, pale leg that is always bruised due to the leg brace.
The words are on the tip of Jayce's tongue as he finds his way to Viktor's door, but before he speaks, he sees Viktor. And then he hears him.
Rather, Jayce hears them.
There, in a bed Jayce had helped moved in, Dmitri Helvig and Viktor lay naked. Altough lay is not a proper expression, as Viktor is pushed on the sheets and spread like - like ladies are in erotic magazines. His curly hair is messy, his face red and covered in sweat, eyes closed and pink swollen lips letting out the softest and loveliest of moans known to mankind.
This is how Jayce finds out that Viktor has pink, small nipples. The hairless skin is expected, as Jayce had seen his legs many times before when helping build Viktor's brace. The small, pink and cute dick that is flaccid and rubbing over the sheets is not expected.
Dmitri's figure covers the view of Viktor's ass. Altough Jayce knows it's a plump cute little butt - academy jeans leave little to imagination - , but his mind wonders if the skin there is paler, if the cheeks are covered in finger prints and bruises, if Viktor's hole is as pink as his nipples and little dick.
Meanwhile Dmitri is -
Oh, come on. Jayce is sure he's just as big and thick. Dmitri is hard, of course he looks - long.
Dmitri's prosthetic right arm, a thing made of gold and cables, keeps Viktor down on the mattress. His left hand is busy squeezing Viktor's left asscheek, as if trying to spread and open Viktor even more.
Jayce had heard that Dmitri Helvig was a scandalous man. He slept with men and women alike, and gossip had it that he was always welcomed on the parties that councilor Salo had behind closed doors. Jayce didn't think Viktor shared those - tastes.
Miss Young would be dissappointed. A perfect, handsome gentleman lost to another man's cock. Where would Viktor's abilities in the kitchen and garden go to? To Helvig? What a waste.
And yet... Jayce finds himself hiding behind the door, biting his knuckles, and painfully hard too.
"Babygirl," Dmitri growls in that thick freljordian accent, golden fingers leaving Viktor's tiny waist and grabbing his hair. Pulling Viktor's hair. "Does it feel good, Vikki? Tell me, darling."
"So good, so good, daddy," Viktor gasps, his voice unusually high and delicate, and he almost sounds like the girls of little clothing that councilor Hoskel brings to parties. "Please, I..."
"Oh, baby, what a greedy pussy you have!" Dmitri's voice is filled with desire, not malice, and Jayce wishes he could break the man's nose when he sees him lean down, mouth over Viktor's back, kissing and licking. "You take me so well, baby. A perfect little cunt for me to breed, hm?"
"Yes, sir. Yours."
"That's right, Vikki," Dmitri bites down on Viktor's porcelain skin. And Jayce knows it will bruise. "Your pussy was made for me, baby. Remember that."
"Daddy, please - you're so deep. I feel you in my womb."
Dmitri makes a noise similar to a beast in heat, Viktor the one of a poor bunny being hunted, and Jayce's eyes cannot stop looking at the way Dmitri's cock gets swallowed by Viktor's ass.
They don't seem to be close, not yet, but Jayce hurries to run away to his own bedroom. There, he undresses, and gets on the cold shower with loud breathing and cheeks red at the view of his own cock hard and needy.
Viktor. Vikki.
Jayce had never thought - well, he had eyes, of course. Viktor had a handsome face, a pretty face even, slightly androgynous and with that pouty mouth that - and Viktor's waist was even smaller than most ladies Jayce dated here and there. His honey eyes were as sad as a deer, hiding behind thick eyelashes that batted lovely when Viktor got confused. And he was adorable sometimes, particularly around children or small animals. And he did look with his hair unbrushed and longer. And yes, Jayce is imagining Viktor in a dress, layers of cotton and silk raised up, lacy panties pushed to a side so that Jayce may get a glimpse of that greedy hole...
That cute pink dick. So small that Jayce could probably suck on it as if it were a clit. Would Viktor moan as whorish as he moans for Dmitri if Jayce said that? If he called Viktor his pretty wife? If he said he's gonna fill Viktor up until he's pregnant with Jayce's children?
How would Viktor's face look with a longer hair, a messy eyeliner and a mouth painted in red choking on Jayce's cock?
Jayce comes to his own hand and the idea of getting Viktor into a red corset and black fishnets. The walls are thick enough that he doesn't hear Dmitri or Viktor anymore, and it takes half an hour for the main door to click again.
"Good morning," Viktor hums when Jayce, who slept like shit, makes it to the kitchen. Jayce must look as if he had gotten drunk, but all he did was spend half the night awake and going through a crisis.
And maybe planning how to kill Dmitri and not get arrested on the process.
There is Viktor, looking fresh and relaxed. He's making one of Ximena's breakfast recipes for fall, smiling calmly, any proof or trace of Dmitri's teeth on his body hiden by the black turtleneck sweater Viktor is wearing.
His lips, however, are red and swollen. His hip leans to the left, and Jayce knows it's not because of his right leg cramping.
Viktor's pussy hole must be sore.
"Good morning," Jayce murmurs, accepting the glass of water and the aspirin that Viktor offers him. It feels wrong, as if Jayce were watching his own wife pretend she didn't cheat on him.
Thinking that is probably the thing that is actually wrong. Viktor isn't his.
"I think I solved our issue with the resonance of the gems," Viktor says happily, pouring oil and eggs on the frying pan, "We should pass by the lab after lunch. What do you say?"
And maybe Jayce should fuck Viktor over their desks. Teach him a lesson on rules and promises.
"Sure," Jayce says, swallowing the pill with cold water and unholy thoughts, "I will get dressed."
Viktor isn't his. Not yet.
(But Jayce Talis always gets what he wants).
