#sub viktor

and as the voyeurish sun is not there anymore, we're in the privacy of the night, our clothes transport to the cold floor beside us. and he will be laying on the floor, on pillows to give himself comforting warmth, in the perfect position to look at the stars. and i would be on top of him, so i can look at the beauty of the only star that matters. dark moles on the paleness of his petite body are a negative of the stars glistening in the dark absolute. and I photograph him in my mind as i make him see twice as many stars as there are in the sky. and the photography shows him shaking, holding tight onto me so he won’t fly away, his eyes coated in haze similar to the clouds on the firmament. and his whole pretty face is shining like clean night from wetness, sweat, tears, everything that i squeezed out of him like out of a luscious fruit.

and after a time of lying to recover i put some of my clothes back on, just to take them off as i carry him to the shower in the bathroom that's lavender tiles wrap around us. and i stand in water, including steam that softens the skin of both of us, as he sits on the shower bench, letting water drip down to the shiny ceramics, while my foam-filled fingers brush his hair, and the water dyes it black for a moment. and when he is clean, the air is filled with the lavender fragrance of the natural soap, then i give my back to his hardworking fingers to rub, to bathe my skin.

and after we both come out naked into coldness outside the shower, i would dry us both then clothe in matching sleepwear sewn out of indigo silk, then carry him to our bedroom, to our royalty-sized bed, covered in pillows embroidered with nebulas, while we would both sink in the blue sheets on the mattress. and he falls asleep with all his boniness, tininess, all his lightness laying on my chest, as i guard him, then fall asleep myself so i can be alive alongside him when i am waking up entwined to him the next day.

okay that was just a drabble and a lil play with words and colors, hope you guys enjoyed

i just want to spoil this man like he deserves, okay?

The lab was dimly lit, the flicker of arcane energy casting soft, shifting shadows on the walls. Y/N leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Viktor with a small smile. The slender figure of his science partner was hunched over his desk, eyes glued to a series of glowing runes etched into a fragmented artifact. The faint hum of Hextech energy vibrated in the air.

Y/N glanced at his watch. 3:12 AM. Their classes began in less than five hours, and yet Viktor showed no sign of stopping.

Y/N sighed softly and stepped into the room. His footsteps were quiet, but Viktor still didn’t look up, too engrossed in his work.

“Viktor,” Y/N called, his voice low so as not to startle him.

“Hmm?” Viktor hummed absently, not turning away from his desk.

Y/N stepped closer, leaning over Viktor’s shoulder,  to get a better look at the glowing runes. “It’s three in the morning. You do realize that, right?”

“I do,” Viktor replied, his tone distracted. “But this... this is fascinating. Look at the way the runes align here—it’s as though they’re responding to the Hexcore’s energy field. If I can just—”

“Vik,” Y/N interrupted gently. “You’ve been at this for hours. You need to rest.” Y/N insisted, looking with worry at the pale male.

“I will. Soon,” Viktor murmured, waving a hand dismissively. Both of you knew it was a lie, having nearly every night the same discussion. 

Y/N sighed again, but this time he didn’t just stand there. Instead, he moved behind Viktor, wrapping his arms around his shoulders in a loose hug,  taking a deep breath of his scent which was a mix of chalk, books, and something that was just so Viktor in a sense, Viktor stiffened slightly at the unexpected touch but didn’t pull away.

“Y/N...” Viktor began, his voice is soft but uncertain.

“You’re going to burn yourself out,” Y/N said quietly, resting his chin on Viktor’s shoulder. “I get that this is important to you, but you can’t keep pushing yourself like this.” Y/N tried to reason. He wasn't aware that his gestures were doing something to Viktor. 

His mind was reeling at the proximity. The warm arms hugging him gave him a sense of security and nearly made him abandon his work, just so he could get more of it.

Viktor let out a small, tired laugh. “I could say the same about you. You’re still awake, after all.” He was trying to fake his composure but with every passing second it got harder. The warm fingertips over his arching arms were something he really appreciated at that moment and a small sigh unknowingly escaped his tired body.  

“Yeah, but only because I came to check on you,” Y/N replied, tightening his hold just a little and wandering his arms on his partner's slim ones. He felt Viktor’s shoulders relax beneath his arms, though Viktor still didn’t look away from his work and his face had a slightly more troubled look than before.

For a moment, they sat in a one-sided comfortable silence, the hum of the Hexcore filling the space around them. Y/N’s gaze softened as he looked at Viktor, the dark circles under his eyes and the slight slump of his posture. Viktor was brilliant, no doubt about it, but he had a habit of forgetting his limits, and one day it's gonna get him killed. Y/N was sure of it.

Sitting on the little free space behind Viktor, Y/N changed his arm position so it was around the smaller one's waist, sitting comfortably in the dip of it. He knew they wouldn't go out of there as long as Viktor wasn't finished with his courant experiment. 

Without really thinking, Y/N leaned forward and delivered a light kiss to Viktor’s nap. It was brief, barely more than a brush of lips, but it was enough to make Viktor freeze and his shoulders tense again.

“Y/N,” Viktor said, his voice quiet and laced with something Y/N couldn’t quite place.

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured, though he didn’t sound particularly apologetic. “I just...couldn't help myself. You looked like you needed it.” 

Viktor finally turned his head to look at Y/N, his golden eyes searching his face. “We’re... just friends, yes?” Viktor just needs a small answer, so that he won’t read so much into such small actions between them. So he could convince his body and mind to drop these silly thoughts of his. Firstly his body. 

He could feel himself getting more excited by the minute. Suddenly he was more aware of his body pressing against his friend. His hips adjusted to their position, unaware of the others' attempt to keep his noises in.

Y/N gave a strained smile and pretended to think about the question. In reality, he prayed that Viktor just stopped moving or continued. He doesn’t even really know. His arms traveled down and around Viktor’s waist, while holding with one hand the other’s hips so they would stop moving as much. 

“Yeah. Just friends.” Y/N mumbled forcefully out. 

Viktor raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical but not unkind. “You are quite a friend.”

“Can’t help it,” Y/N admitted with a shrug. “You’re too huggable for your own good.” His arms tightened around Viktor's middle, wanting to feel the sensation again. His thighs flexed as Viktor looked back at his project to dismiss him. However, a roll of his hips made Viktor throw his head back and got Y/N a flushed look from the other's hooded amber-colored eyes.

Viktor shook his head, his wild locks tickling the others' faces, making him laugh. The vibrations lightly shook Vikroes delicate body. 

There was a faint smile tugging at Viktor's lips now. “You are impossible.” He whispered with a chuckle.

Y/N looked at the now exposed skin. Viktors adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the excess saliva that had been building up in his mouth.

Leaning more in Y/N placed a tender kiss directly on the lower part of Viktors. Goosebumps started to rise on Viktor and he arched his back and a faint sound resembling a whine was heard in the quiet lab.

“We shouldn’t” Viktor interrupted breathlessly when Y/N softly bit down. “But we could if you want” Y/N retorted and brushed his middle finger across the still flaccid dick. 

A wave of sudden panic flooded Viktor's system and he tried to get out of the others' hold. “N-no” Viktor said, panicking. Y/N let go of his hold and looked puzzled at the other male but didn’t press on it. 

Just when he was about to stand up and go back into his dorm, Viktor called out for him. “It’s not that I don’t want it” Viktor reasoned and looked sadly down at his hands. 

“Vik, you don’t have to reason yourself” Y/N went back to the other. 

Viktor was leaning on his desk and Y/N took some steps to him. There was clearly something bothering Viktor, something that wasn’t one of his experiments and that was worrying Y/N. 

He knew Viktor well enough to know it was not going to end well if he didn’t start to communicate it now.

“Vik” Y/N said again, bringing his hand up. He was slow enough so that if Viktor didn't want to, he could pull away. The other was too occupied with his thoughts to notice the coming touch. 

Y/N's soft hands snapped him out of his trance and he met with eyes that held so much admiration. He would even say too much admiration for someone like him. Someone with such a weird body and coming from the undercity nonetheless.

There was a moment of comfortable silence. Y/N’s hand snaked itself more up and came in contact with soft locks. Viktor leaned into his touch and looked down at Y/N’s body.

“It’s just.” Viktor began, taking a deep breath. He knew deep down that Y/N would never make fun of him, however the fear of calculating his friend nagged at him.

He let Y/N carry him so he could sit on the table. “Look” His fingers nervously played with the hem of the other arm which rested near his thighs. “I don’t really like my body and how it doesn’t really work like it’s supposed to do” Viktor admits embarrassed.

“B-but I liked what you did” he added prominently after, leaning in and giving a small peek at Y/N pursed lips, making the other relax.

“Maybe if you make me feel good enough I’ll forget about my experiment” Viktor joked while giving a tired smile to the others.

“Really?” Y/N responded. He kept kissing Viktor, swallowing every little sound made by the other. Viktor's hands began to button Y/N’s shirt. His index finger traced circles on the now exposed nipple, promptly turning hard under the featherlight touch and sudden exposure. 

“Pretty” Viktor commented amused and cupping the soft muscle in his warm hand, feeling the other's heartbeat under his pads, reminding him that this was in fact real. That such simple touch from him making the other feel that way satisfied in him a new urge he didn’t know he had. 

Y/N moved down again, his body curling over Viktor's body. Y/N took a deep breath rocking his hips on Viktor's leg. 

A long moan was pulled out of him. “Vik- stop teasing” Y/N groans, his these teeths gracing Viktor's neck and then Y/N unexpectedly gives a harsh suck when Viktor pinches and twists the bud between his fingers again.    

However Viktor's playful act dropped for a split second, it would have gone unnoticed by most people. Y/N’s hand was traveling more south into Viktor’s lap and he thumbed the slightly hard meat under the clothes which was awaiting him. 

Seeing Viktor’s reaction, Y/N pulled off and looked with worry at the other. “You know if you don’t want to I can just carry you into our dorm” Y/N’s worried look made Viktor laugh at him. “Oh, just continue” The one sitting whispered and tangled his other hand in Y/N’s hair pulling him into a hungry messy kiss.

I truly don’t deserve you. Viktor thought when one hand was caressing the side of his face and the other continuing their journey. 

He was so distracted by the soft and passionate kisses, that he didn’t realize that his pants were now unbuttoned. He only noticed when Y/N licked his bottom lip experimentally. With a last small tuck by the lips did Y/N parted from their heated kiss. Viktor was looking at him with wide eyes, an intrigued and disheveled look was looking at an amused one.

Viktor began to turn red when Y/N slowly went on his knees in front of him. He took a gulp when Y/N rested his head on slim thighs, nuzzling into the soft fabric. 

Y/N was kissing Viktors front deliberately while one hand came up and tugged Viktor finally from its coffin. Giving the tip a gentle kiss, Y/N looked up to check Viktor’s reaction. To his amusement, the other was already a mess even though he didn’t even really begin. 

Viktor was gripping the edge of the table as his abdomen was flexing from the sweet electrical feeling inside of him. It made him completely forget his tiredness. Then a sinful moan was pulled from him at the contact with Y/N hot mouth. His head flew back, his other hand clawing at Y/N’s hair. A silent plea to not stop.

Y/N hummed at the scenery, truly beautiful. The earliest ray of sun was creeping into the lab, casting a light behind Viktor's slim body. After another suck and Y/N’s circling with his tongue, he pulled away.

The grip on his hair tightens and Y/N blows at the still soft manhood. “You like that, pretty boy?” Y/N said with a slight rasp in his voice. 

Viktor was about to open his mouth but only a whine came out when Y/N’s tongue pressed lightly into Vikors hole, making salty pre cum ooze out. The Zaunite hooked his good leg on the other's back, so he wouldn’t have to bear the loss of such pleasure.

Y/n happily complied. His own hand goes down and gripping himself to release some tension. His fingers went to his tip, feeling a wet spot already had been noticeable. That pulled a deep moan out of Y/N which made Viktor nearing his limit by the minute.

Viktor's breath fastens as he tries to pull Y/N off. Nearly inaudible No, no, no was heard in the quiet lab. Just when Y/N was about to pull off to hear Vikor out, his panic was promptly stopped. 

“Don’t, don’t pull off” The Zaunite was overwhelmed. Tears of ecstasy pour out of amber eyes and with an attempted trust, Viktor emptied himself into Y/N’s mouth. Then he leaned back, laying flat on the table, catching his breath. 

At the same time, Y/N pulled his cock out, just now taking care of his problem as the other tried to catch his breath after his first orgasm. 

Just after some fast pumps, Y/N came. It kinda embarrassed him but after seeing how he could make Viktor feel it was understandable for his reaction.

After the two caught their breath and Y/N cleaned his mess, the two stayed in a moment of silence, catching their thoughts again and voices.  

Viktor’s golden eyes searched Y/N’s face, his thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and something else—something warmer, softer. “Y/N…” he started, his voice almost a whisper, “what… what was that for?”

Y/N smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of Viktor’s hair from his face. “What do you think it was, Vik?”

“I think…” Viktor paused, his brows furrowing as his gaze dropped to the floor. “I think I’m not sure what we are anymore.”

Y/N’s hand gently cupped Viktor’s cheek, tilting his face back up. “We can figure that out later. Right now, you’re exhausted, and we need to get you back to the dorm.”

Viktor tried to protest, shaking his head. “I can manage. I am not—”

As he moved to stand, his legs wobbled, and his body faltered. Y/N was quick to catch him, steadying him before he could collapse. Viktor clutched at Y/N’s shirt, his breathing uneven.

“Yeah, you can totally manage,” Y/N teased, his tone light but laced with concern.

“Fine,” Viktor muttered reluctantly. “Perhaps I am… slightly tired.”

“Understatement of the year,” Y/N said with a chuckle before bending down to scoop Viktor into his arms.

“Y/N!” Viktor’s face turned a deep shade of red. “This is entirely unnecessary.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N replied, adjusting Viktor carefully. “Humor me, okay? You’re not exactly in a position to argue right now.”

Viktor sighed, resigning himself to the situation. His head rested lightly against Y/N’s shoulder, and despite himself, he found the steady rhythm of Y/N’s heartbeat oddly soothing.

The walk back to their shared dorm was quiet, the campus bathed in sun rays and bored welcoming the early hours. Viktor’s eyes fluttered shut a few times, but he forced himself to stay awake, his mind racing with questions.

What are we? Friends? More? What does Y/N want? What do I want? Why even does he like me-

But every time he tried to think too hard about it, Y/N’s warmth would pull him back, grounding him in the present.

Once inside the dorm, Y/N carefully set Viktor down on his bed, pulling the blanket over him. “There. Comfortable?”

Viktor nodded faintly, his exhaustion catching up to him. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft.

Y/N smiled, brushing his fingers lightly over Viktor’s hand. “No problem, Vik. Try to get some sleep.”

As Y/N moved to go to his own bed, Viktor hesitated before speaking. “Stay.”

Y/N paused, turning back to look at him. “Stay?”

Viktor’s face flushed again, but he held Y/N’s gaze. “Please.”

Y/N’s expression softened, and he didn’t hesitate for long. He climbed onto the bed beside Viktor, pulling the blanket over both of them. Viktor shifted slightly, hesitating before leaning into Y/N’s chest.

Y/N wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. “Better?”

Viktor nodded, his head resting against Y/N’s chest. The sound of Y/N’s heartbeat was steady and calming, lulling him into a state of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Y/N…” Viktor’s voice was barely audible, his eyelids growing heavy.

“Yeah?”

“What are we?” Viktor asked, his words slow and drowsy.

Y/N pressed a light kiss to the top of Viktor’s head. “Whatever you want us to be, Vik. We’ll figure it out together.”

Viktor hummed softly, the answer enough for now. His breathing evened out as he drifted off, the steady rhythm of Y/N’s heart in his ear.

Y/N stayed awake a little longer, watching Viktor’s peaceful expression. A small smile tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes, letting sleep take him as well.

The sun was high up hours later, its golden light spilling into the room. Neither of them stirred. The alarm clock on Y/N’s desk beeped incessantly, but neither of them woke to turn it off.

By the time they finally woke up, it was already noon.

Viktor groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Y/N… we missed class.”

Y/N stretched a lazy smile on his face. “Worth it.”

It was 11:28 pm now, Viktor was meant to be home by now; he said, what, 9:00 pm at the latest? Granted, his work did take days if he was that focused. No matter what he always sent some kind of notice, this kind of disappearance was new so of course you immediately got dressed and found the quickest way to his lab.

“Eight pm now.. the symptoms are–ah—not what I expected.” The recorder buzzed, Viktor’s hands shook. Experiments failed or had unexpected effects all the time, but something like this hadn’t exactly happened to him before; testing on himself was also a new concept. Surviving off typical means no longer sustained him, his body was failing and he could feel it. He had been reading about alternate ways to fuel the human body, and after over a month of research he had discovered some kind of trade off: the body becomes stronger at the cost of a slightly higher need for substance. Did it specify what substance meant or what substance it could be referring to? No of course not. Did it say the body would become stronger which in turn would let him create more possibilities for the future of the undercity? In a way yes!

He groaned in pain, the migraine encasing what felt like his entire skull had him slouched in a position which would never be good for him; hands pawing at the table with his forehead against the cold metal. His legs began buckling, gripping hard onto the edge of the table. “Please..” Wailing his grip began loosening. “Zastavit!” A sting filled his eyes as a stabbing pain ripped through his mouth, it felt like certain teeth were being pulled out and stretched. His pale skin began to burn, as if the blood underneath it was being boiled. “Nemůžu..” His body crumpled to the floor, the freezing tile not cold enough to soothe the fever. Images of you filled his mind, the gentle touch which felt as if it cured all wounds at least for a moment. Was any of this worth it? To die as a failed experiment, last thing he told you being a rushed goodbye with a kiss on the cheek. “Má lásko. Zachraň mě.”

The wind was blowing in a steady breeze, with an annoyed sigh you put your hands in your pockets. Warm in the morning cold at night, when would you remember the right times to bring a coat. The lab was only open to executives at this point, which you were definitely not, but a copy of a key was easy to come by with the kind of equipment Viktor owned (and definitely knew you were using). Walking through the dark halls can be unnerving, especially with incomprehensible noises of.. pain? Coming from somewhere. Reaching the door of the lab the noises seemed to have stopped, opening the door took extra effort which is when you realized it was closed so forcefully it was pushed through the opposite side of the doorframe. “Viktor?”

It felt darker than the hallways, walking in further the sound of soft buzzing reached your ears. As did the feeling of something snapping under your foot, looking down there was a broken tape recorder. After moving your foot the buzzing stopped, it was crushed so tightly in certain areas that wires and electrical bits were spilling out. “Viktor are you here?” Getting further into the room yielded no results, just more darkness.

Out of nowhere it felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you, cold tile underneath you causing your skin to tighten. Looking up as your vision adjusted it was Viktor above you, hands clenched on your collar with foggy eyes. His voice broke; despite his soft, trembling words a stark contrast to his harsh grip and the way he tackled you from out of nowhere. “Láska.. it hurts so much.” When he spoke you noticed beneath his lips were a pair of fangs, six of them to be exact; two replaced the canines with another two next to them although slightly smaller, two on the bottom underneath the canines. His head dropped onto your shoulder, the sting caused you to wince. “What is this?” Trying to pry him off failed, he wasn’t necessarily that weak but at no point in his life would he have this kind of strength. It felt as if restraints were fixed to the ground with steel rods enforcing them. “I did not know this is what it meant—I want to take it back please make it stop.” His voice was slightly muffled, when distressed his accent got thicker which made it even harder to understand him through all of the stuttering and soft wailing.

After pleading for what felt like hours his body began to relax, the warmth of his skin also felt slightly cooler. “The—price of my.. experiment. I need a new kind of sustenance to stay alive.” Sitting up with him more or less in your lap gave him an easier time to wrap his arms around you, caging you there in a way. “Restart. Experiment, start there.” He clicked his tongue, a habit he developed when words felt overwhelming or he couldn’t process his thoughts. “I wanted to fix this—my..myself I wanted to fix myself. And at the price of humanity, I’ve developed a taste for.. the humanity of others.” With pursed lips your brows furrowed. “Viktor I love the way you talk but I need slightly more comprehensible words right now.”

“Pro lásku Boží..” His grip tightened. “It’s—bloodlust. I have an undeniable urge to rip t-through flesh.. mostly mine.” He whispered the last part, with more panic now you tried to get him off of you. “Viktor that’s doing nothing to soothe my nerves.” It was almost as if you could feel his panic. “No no! Nothing to you it—okay the uhm—I can feel your pulse and its. Messing with my head a bit. But I’m not going to hurt you it just—” You kissed the side of his face, breathing out nervously. “I trust you enough not to do more than tackle me; I just don’t understand, this.” He moved back, climbing off of you with the same foggy eyes. “I’ve made a bad decision, I have traded my weaknesses for.. some kind of hunger. It’s beneath my skin and it feels revolting.”

He looked at you with eyes so scared it felt like he assumed you’d start berating him. “Miláček even if you didn’t make.. whatever decision this is. I still care for you, so much. Viktor I love you, and no matter what I will continue to love you. Even if you are about to rip open my skin.” The timing might’ve been off but it was an attempt at a joke, he smiled but it obviously helped a minimal amount at best. Sighing, you stood up; despite having some kind of newfound strength he was still just as light, if not lighter. Picking him up and (as gently as possible) dropping him onto a chair, sitting on the desk in front of it so he could have the back support.

“It came with a fever, the kind that you can feel cold air through. But the cold does nothing. And my mouth—” He reached a hand up and carded it through his hair, breathing picking up. “—it was as if my teeth were growing and I could feel it in the roots. It all hurts so much.” His hands slid down his face, then clasping together in his lap as he slouched forward. “The hunger.” When you spoke he looked up, clearly confused.

You looked at him, head tilted slightly. “You mentioned bloodlust. What does it feel like?” He sputtered and licked his lip before speaking. “It—I don’t even know. It is.. a taste for blood of some kind. In my heart I know something like this is monstrous I know that. But I can’t help the feeling it comes with closeness.” He looked up at you, still slouched; from this angle even in the darkness it felt as if his eyes glowed, they bore through you with such intensity it made no sense with how softly he was gazing upon you. “The idea of.. having your blood in my mouth, the very essence of your living being. It sounds like some kind of sick comfort. And I’m..” He groaned in frustration. “I’m not sure what to do with that thought.”

Using the tip of your shoe you pulled the chair forward, the sudden movement caused Viktor to stumble slightly and knock his head against you. Trying to hold back a smile you intertwined your fingers in his hair, scratching along his scalp as he relaxed. Whatever happened, whatever he did to himself; obviously stressed him out, a blind man could see that. With a tired exhale he laid his head against your thighs, fingers tracing along the skin. “It’s indescribable. Like I can feel your pulse and blood flowing.. very unsettling. Actually.” With brows furrowed you mumbled a joking ‘huh’. You slid your hand to the back of his head, tilting it up to you softly. “How do you feel?” His expression showed more sarcasm, as did his tone. “Like I’ve just been experimented on by a doctor who dropped out a week before finals. How are you má lásko?” Scratching forward along his scalp he laid his head down again, slender fingers reaching up to pull your hand down to him. Shaking more than normal as he traced along your knuckles, up and back down your fingers; pressing gently along the most visible veins in your wrist. “I can feel these as well, I don’t like it I’ll be honest.” He kissed the skin softly, lingering there for a moment too long.

“You have fangs.” Without moving his head he shifted his gaze up. “Excuse me?” Pushing your finger softly on his cheek you traced it over his lips. “For the bloodlust, you have fangs.” Parting his lips slightly you pushed your index finger past his lips, finding the top fangs and pressing upwards. Looking up at you he was clearly confused; wincing when your finger made contact with his teeth, still mildly sensitive. Breathing out sharply when you felt the point break skin you pushed slightly harder, rubbing the blood against his bottom lip while pulling your finger out. “See? Fangs.” His tongue slid out against his bottom lip and anywhere your blood touched him.

He groaned in frustration, hiding his face back on your thighs. “Sakra. You are doing this on purpose..” Rotating your finger around you had made a sharp enough puncture for a few small drops to land on your thigh, obviously it stung but nothing worse than a paper cut. “What if you die because you don’t act on this hunger? I’m sure you dying wasn’t the point of this experiment..” The way his fingers pressed into your thigh made it feel like he could claw through them, but as his head lay in your lap you knew it would never come close to that; it also might’ve been the fact that when he did finally look up at you it was with the neediest eyes he’d given you in a while.

The tip of your boot linked with the chair he was sitting in again, pulling it closer to you. “Sit up vědec.” The way he leaned back felt like something out of a painting, one arm draped over the armrest with his head tilted back. His breathing was unsteady, clothes messy and loose from trying to stop the heat. “Not that far..” You pressed your foot next to his leg on the chair, more or less caging him in this position. Tugging up your sleeve and folding over the cuff he shook his head. “This is dangerous. I don’t want to hurt you—” Once again attempting to make a poorly timed joke you brushed hair out of his face. “We’ve done worse than this are you serious?” Shaking his head again he looked at you with those needy eyes. “Worse than drinking blood? You must be mistaken..” He was trying to play along with your joke but it was clear he was extremely uneasy.

“Try it, see how you feel. If it’s awful and you hate it we won’t ever come close to doing this again. The same applies for me.” He swallowed, shaky fingers clasping around your forearm as he moved closer. Breathing out slowly before suddenly sinking his fangs into your wrist. Your brows furrowed with the sudden pain as you began taking deep breaths to relax, the puncture itself wasn’t so bad it was the removal that hurt. His tongue sliding over the wounds as he sucked gently was an interesting sensation, not unpleasant, just interesting.

When he pulled away he quickly wiped his mouth and made an annoyed noise. “This is—disgusting. Honestly.” He frowned. “How does it feel?” Clicking his tongue he looked up at you. “See that is exactly the problem. I am drinking what is a mixture of blood and saliva and it. It feels good. And I feel calmer—it just makes me truly realize how big of a mistake I’ve made doing this.” Covering his face with his hands he groaned, then moving them as he started talking with his hands. “It feels like I’m using you as some sort of—I don’t even know! But this does not feel mutual and I dislike that very much.”

“That’s alright, it doesn’t need to happen then.” With a nonverbal allusion you lifted him up carefully, taking his spot on the chair while he sat in your lap. The moment felt comfortable, soft, he was relaxed and that’s all you could ask for. “How’s the body pain now? There’s something about you that feels steadier I guess, I figure this is a symptom of your experiment.” He hummed, thinking long enough as if he was evaluating every inch of himself. “I feel stronger, it feels like a perpetual stretch though. Painful but not enough to count as pain.. if that makes sense at all.” You nodded, mindlessly dragging your fingers up and down the folds and textures of his clothing. “I feel tense, it feels like a physical reaction of extreme anxiety but with none of.. with less of the mental strain.” He continued, grumbling as he placed his head on your shoulder.

“Do you want something to help with the stress? It won’t be permanent but maybe for tonight you can put these problems aside. We can figure them out tomorrow.” He nodded, the words seemed to enter his mind but take longer to process.

Viktor sighed, warm air indirectly flowing along your neck. “It might be an inappropriate time to ask you something like this.” You could feel his eyes closing, more or less hiding his face in your neck. “I don’t want to be in my head, it feels so busy and overwhelming and.. I need help.” After pressing a kiss to his hairline you began helping him undo the remaining buttons still connected on his shirt.

Despite his clear want there was no presence of urgency, simply content with you helping him loosen his clothes. Knowing you’d take care of him created a feeling of comfortability, breathing heavier against your neck as his hands became clumsier. His pants came next, getting them down to about his thighs; if he wanted he could pull them down further on his own.

For some, the rough treatment of being manhandled and grabbed would cause a fluttery mind. But it was always how gentle you were with Viktor that did it for him; how the pads of your fingers pressed down the muscles in his back, how you would hold his hand, kiss all over him. Nothing created such empty space in his head like how soft you were with him.

His legs twitched, a sign he was still supporting them, with a drag of your fingers down his stomach and over his thighs the tension began to subside. Laying your fingers on his lower stomach your palm was growing closer to his cock, making sure to support his waist as he lifted up slightly to help you get his underwear down.

It was common for him to go nonverbal during moments like this, which is why you took things slower than another person might be accustomed to. It gave Viktor enough time to process what was happening and then pick a different communication method to tell you to slow down or stop.

His breathing grew heavier as he let his weight sink onto you and the chair; swallowing with shallower breaths when your fingers traced over him.

Teasing him, especially in a state of stress would be nothing short of cruel. Tonight or rather what would become this morning, was a comforting distraction. Settling your closed hand at the base of his cock the movements that followed were gentle, slick; you could feel his throat contract as he swallowed, forehead pressed against your skin. Pushing his hips up was no use while his legs were so weak—it had him making a noise of frustration. To counter this you moved your hand with slightly more pressure, deepening the strokes.

Viktor’s words became nonsensical, a mess of ‘please’ ‘faster’ and a slur of noises. The fog behind his eyes growing heavier. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear with one hand grasping his waist had him begging for more help. Even in the cool atmosphere of the laboratory he still managed to start overheating, his senses flooded with constant stimuli. Through the gentle yet heavy movements against his cock he felt a tension snap, whining while he aimlessly gripped the fabric of your clothes.

In a hazy, delirious state of mind it felt like some kind of instinct to sink his teeth into your neck. The pressure stung but it subsided after a moment; thumbing over his tip you began moving your hand again. Pulling blood from your neck his head grew fuzzier.

A calm and calculated scientist, never skipping a beat in his work; drunk on blood and lust.

With a sputter he let his head fall back, hair falling around his face, blood leaking down his lips. Viktor exhaled before swallowing, his fingers spasming with a loose grip upon you. “One more—má lásko please.” Returning his head to its previous position on your shoulder his breathing became shallow, trying to regain himself. With gentle strokes—more rubbing with your fingers and thumb actually, he laid his weight on your body and whined.

After a softer moment he began pushing his hips up, as well as trying to get his bare skin anywhere yours matched. Picking up longer motions with your hand you rested your other against his waist, fingers wrapping around the curve. “Still so perfect Viktor..” Sweet nothings whispered into his ear, the praise would normally be met with a noise of embarrassment or some rebuttal. But not now, not while his head was filled with nothing but the feeling of your warmth. Shutting his eyes tighter his hips sputtered, body falling almost limp as he came again. The sudden weight had you almost making a joke about him falling but you decided against it as you supported him better into your lap.