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Seeing the bottom of another empty bottle, Jayce chucks the damn thing into the wall and holds his head in his hands. Alcohol does not quell his throbbing headache. He wasn’t mad that Mel broke things off. He was pissed that he still isn’t over Viktor. He ruined his relationship, his life. She told him not to argue with her about what she can clearly see. The only thing that is clear right now is the shards of glass on the floor. His mind is in shambles. He didn’t miss Viktor. He hated that son of a bitch.
Regardless, Mel was wrong. He didn’t talk about Viktor all the time. He just left one day. He left everything in their shared apartment. Yes, it was after a fight, but he thought it was just going to be for a day! That Viktor was going to crash at one of their mutual friends’ places.
Turns out that was not the case. No one has seen or heard from Viktor. Not even their coworkers have a clue of where he could be.
The fight did not even matter anymore. Jayce decidedly determined that they were both in the wrong and would be better if they just talked it out.
Jayce still has Viktor’s phone. He still has all of his stuff. But he moved on, he argued with Mel! He doesn’t burst into tears anymore at the sight of his empty bed. He doesn’t tell the shadows good morning in hopes one of them would turn around and smile with Viktor’s face. He doesn’t reach into his hamper of dirty clothes just to smell his scent. Now he doesn’t let anyone touch the hamper. It stays in the exact same spot Viktor left it. No one is allowed to sleep in his bed. The couch is just fine. Don’t even think about moving anything in the bathroom. It doesn’t matter if there are things in the fridge that are molding and attaching its stink to everything else. Viktor touched it. It stays there.
He was practically screaming at that point. He came home from work early and saw her, Vi and Powder in the act of sorting Viktor’s things to throw out. All of them openly gawk. None of them expected him to be here so soon. Jayce surveyed the messier room full of Viktor’s garbage, clothes, and collections among other miscellaneous things. Only the three of them could see how much his pupils were dilating.
“I’m just here so neither of you kill each other.” Powder gave him a lazy smile before giving him the chance to reprimand her.
Violet retreated into her jacket. “Dude, you’ve been crashing out for a while. I just wanted to help…”
“I am not crashing out.” Jayce bit back, yet the disheveled beard says otherwise.
“Jayce, you haven’t been emotionally available since Viktor left.” Mel countered.
That is when Jayce exploded, those bottled emotions attacking everyone’s senses. He ripped the hoodie from her hands and clutched it close to his chest.
“For me?” Viktor asks with a tilt of his head. “It’s your hoodie, Jayce.”
“And I want you to have it.” Jayce urges, trying to put it into his hand. “You already use it more than I do.”
“I do not need it. I am not pressed for clothing.” His golden eyes break away as he decides that putting space between them will make Jayce stop. He presses his cane down.
“Viktor. Seriously…” He walks around to stand in front of him. “You’ve been complaining that you feel like you’re freezing when you have five layers on.”
“I tend to over exaggerate.” He says, stubbornly. “You act like you’re dying when you have a belly ache.”
“Hey!”
Jayce opens the hoodie and dunks it over his head. Viktor sighs in defeat. His head slumping inside the pullover. His hair is the only thing that is peeking out over the head hole. Jayce grins at the sight, exhaling a breathless chuckle. Eventually, Viktor obeys. He leans against Jayce and works his arms through the sleeves before pulling his head out. His slender fingers graze over his hand as he pulls his cane from him.
Jayce adores his grumpy face. He drags his hand away from his waist and tugs down the rest of the hoodie. With little to no chest to hug, the pullover hangs lower on his body, stopping past his hips.
“Better?”
“... Yes.” Viktor shoves him away. “Now leave me be.”
“I knew you didn’t care that he was gone!” Jayce snapped.
Mel flinched and wiped the spit from her face with surprising grace. “You have a choice, Jayce. Let guilt and grief consume you or be in the present with the rest of us.”
“I am in the present.”
Mel shook her head, her brows pinched. She was in pain yet Jayce cannot find it in himself to care. “Look around you!”
“Oh! I did look around! And all I see is my friends disrespecting Viktor’s space!”
“He isn’t here anymore!!” Mel screamed back. “It was always about Viktor. Every time you breathed it was for Viktor. Whenever he was there, you never looked my way! I may as well not have been present!” She shoved him.
Jayce immediately lurched forward to counteract, but all of the sudden Powder was in front of him, as a wall in between him and Mel. She passively stood there, facing Jayce. Her eyes wide and full of aplomb. She still has those purple contacts in.
Jayce is not sure how Viktor was born with golden eyes.
“They aren’t gold, Jayce. They are hazel.”
“They sure look gold.”
Viktor looks away with a curt huff and returns to what they are supposed to be working on. “The light plays tricks on you.”
“They match your heart.”
The man clicks his tongue and sighs a laugh. “This is due tomorrow, Jayce. Concentrate. We have a long night ahead.”
His hand just barely hovers over his waist, as he leans over. His gold eyes linger a moment more on his face before redirecting his attention to the table.
“Is this how you hold all your friends, Jayce? What would Mel think?”
“She knows my love language is physical touch!” He raises his voice slightly in defense. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“You could put your hand somewhere else.”
Jayce frowns, worry etching into his forehead. He moves his hand to his shoulder. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“It’s not about me, Jayce. I am fine with wherever your hand elects to go.”
His nose flares as he returns his hand to its original spot. “Then what’s the problem?”
Viktor rolls his eyes. “Forgive me for trying to save you from yourself, Jayce.”
“What do you mean?”
“I rather not receive more unsavory looks from Mel because of your actions.”
Jayce scrunches up his face. “My actions? I can’t help being cuddly. I act like this around Vi and Cait. Hell, I kiss Vi on the mouth because we’re homies! Mel knows that! She has nothing to be jealous of. We’re homies, Viktor.”
Viktor gives him a sideways glance, completely incredulous yet smarmy. “Homies. Sure, Jayce.”
He returns the face, exaggerating it by squinting his eyes and pursing his lips. “She isn’t here, Viktor. She’s not coming over today.”
“I wonder why…” He mutters, resuming in tightening the bolt on the piece of hardware that is nearly finished.
“Have you taken your testosterone shot?” Jayce asks, rubbing his thumb into the fabric.
Viktor checks the time on his phone. “Oh… I haven’t. I suppose it is around that time that I should.”
“What about your pills?”
His lips push up, his upper lip pokes out more and his eyes narrow. “I decided to take those before bed to sleep off how ill they make me feel.”
“Let’s do your shot then.” He pulls away and heads into the bathroom.
“We can do it after we finish, Jayce!”
“Your health comes first.” He lowers his voice as he teases. “Take off your pants.”
“Jayce!” Viktor sputters. Blush dusts his cheeks.
Jayce laughs and returns with the shot. “Come on! You act like I’ve never seen you naked before.”
“You know what you did.”
“I didn’t do anything.” He says innocently.
He watches the begrudging Viktor lean back on the chair to tug down his pants to his knees. Viktor snatches the shot from him and injects it into his right leg. The doctors told him that it could help with the bone deterioration, which was a blessing in disguise for Viktor. It was also helping him with his fatigue and muscles. He is more hungry now that he is on it, which has its pros and cons. The pros being that his pickiness has faded into the background and he stuffs what he can down. His cheeks puff up like a chipmunk. The cons, for Viktor at least, is that he is growing out of his clothes. Jayce loves it. Disability only gives him so much every month. Jayce does not mind helping financially. They are a team. Saying that has convinced Viktor to stop complaining.
His little tush is rounding out. His thighs poke out of his underwear.
Mel’s voice trembled as she yelled. “Even when we were alone, when you complimented me, they never felt like they were for me. You told me I was not going to be a passenger in my own life, in this relationship, because YOU wanted to do better… I don’t think you were even trying.”
SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS
“To you, Jayce!” Mel raises her wine glass. “With each step forward, we progress towards a better future.”
“To us.” Jayce corrects with a grin. “I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t help me.”
“To us...” She beams as they lock elbows.
He guzzles tequila like it is the ambrosia of the gods. He cradles Mel close and kisses her with his mouth open wide. Even with the smell of sauerkraut in the air, it does not impede on her sweet taste. She thrums under him as he palms her cunt through her clothes. She is soaked like his pant leg feels on his thigh.
He thrusts into her, pushing out a soft groan out of them both. Before he could slide down, she takes his wrist and hurries him towards the bathrooms on the other side of the club. He reaches out and pinches her cheek, making her squeak. Once there she opens the door– attempts to. She tugs on it but there is no give.
“Lemme try…” Jayce slurs. He grips the handle and feels his arm nearly pop out of its socket when he yanks on it.
“Jaaayce, it’s out of service! How is a bathroom out of service…” Mel huffs in exasperation. “You stay there. I’m gonna go ask the bartender…”
“Hoookayy…” The moment she leaves is when he slips away onto the dance floor. Mel was purposeful about coming to the club first before the rest of their friends. Cait decided to be the chauffeur this time, staying sober, while Violet rips it up on the floor. Ekko and Powder sit beside her drinking hot chocolate.
Cait addresses Jayce first. “Jayce, there you are! Where’s Mel?”
“Bathroom, I think?” His eyes look elsewhere, searching the crowd.
Her brows pinch. “Vi’s over there.”
“Yeah, I see her…”
“Why don’t you go wait by the bar…?” She offers. She spots Viktor first and quickly directs his attention. “Jayce! Since you’re up, can you get me some water?”
“I’ll do it.” Cait snatches Powder by the arm and yanks her down, spilling chocolate all over the floor and pants. “HEY! Ow!”
“Cait! What is your deal?” Ekko reprimands in confusion. There is a subtle intent behind his question and sneer as he grabs the napkins off the table and helps Powder with her leg.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry…” Cait apologizes profusely. She looks up to see Jayce still teetering in his spot. She slaps his stomach. “Jayce. Go get more towels.”
“Huh? Alright…” He beelines into the lit up floor.
He shuffles and shoulders by the mob of people, accidentally knocking a few over, until he finally stands next to a drunk Viktor with a bottle in his hand. He is not much of a dancer. But the way he smoothly sways his waist and rocks his hips enamors Jayce. He keeps his weight on one leg– his cane is nowhere to be seen. Concern of where it could have gone dribbles in like droplets landing on his drunk face. Viktor’s eyes are closed as he grooves to the jumping beat.
His hands fit perfectly on his waist. He presses himself into his back.
Gasping, Viktor leans into him. “Jayce…” His accent is like a gold ichor on his tongue. “I hope that’s you.”
“It’s me.” His lips ghost his earlobe.
He moans in contentment. Viktor holds his hand in place as Jayce wraps his free arm around him. “Congratulations, Mr. Executive.”
“I should be telling you that.” His thumb caresses his side
“I was not the one who was promoted after–”
“You were doing more than just helping on that project, Viktor. This was a team effort! I’m getting you promoted. I’m Chief Executive now, they’ll have to listen.”
“Jayce… I don’t know… They are not fond of me as they are with you.”
“People are going to see you, Viktor.” He says with conviction. “I’ll make sure of it. You’re not going to be a passenger in your own life.”
“Oh, Jayce…” Viktor purrs. He pets his stubble and nuzzles his nose into his cheek. He wants to hear him say his name for hours.
“This celebration is for both of us. We’re going to change the word, Viktor. You and me.”
“Mmm… To us, then.” He swallowed some of his Hennesey before taking a bigger swig and holding it in his mouth. His index strokes down on his chin and Jayce’s jaw slacks open. Viktor positions his hand on his cheek and pours the alcohol down his throat from his mouth. He grinds the tent in his pants against his thigh. Viktor turns around in his arms, dropping the bottle as he hones in on his mouth. Jayce isn’t homophobic about it. He leans in completely, licking the Hennesey from his teeth.
Mel took labored breaths, holding her head. Violet offered her some comfort by awkwardly handing her a bottle of water. She did take it and drink from it. “I thought maybe it was just the sex you were after. It wasn’t even that. All you could think about was him when you were in between my thighs. Always wanting to keep the lights off while we fucked. Always said you were too tired to do anything too strenuous. I’m so angry at myself that I just let you lie to me like that, all the time. Passed it off as just you being a stupid drunk. I suppose there was a part of me that was praying that I was wrong, jealous…”
She took another drink of water but no liquid could satisfy the pain in her throat. “I see that I’m not. I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of you.”
Everyone knew she could go on. It was a mercy that she stopped there.
“Get out of my house.” Jayce said in return.
Mel snatched her bag from the kitchen island and stomped around them. Powder continued to stand in front of him even as he turned to continue to watch her, concentrated like a predator. He finally looked at Powder when Mel slammed the door. She tilted her head, as if non verbally telling him to go on and try her. You’ll lose.
He took one step forward.
“Breathe, Viktor.” Jayce reminds him as he eases the weight off of his leg by holding his waist. He was allowed to this time. Viktor holds the triangle pose shakily. His right hand in the air while the other grips onto his left leg for dear life.
“You breathe.” He snips back, heated. “My neck hurts.”
Physical therapy has been helping his disability, but when applying it at home, all Viktor does is complain. Jayce kind of likes hearing the bite in his tone.
“Then look down at the ground.” Jayce reminds him again and Viktor does so with a grunt. “You only need to hold it for another five seconds.”
He breathlessly whines.
“You’re almost done. Then you can go into your favorite pose.”
“Okay…”
“Okay. We’re going to transition to plank. Swing your arm around.” Viktor lowers his right hand and presses both palms into the mat. He sucks in air through his teeth as he stretches out his inner thigh muscles. Jayce holds his hands out under his leg but does not intervene otherwise as Viktor carefully and slowly moves his other leg, keeping the majority of his weight on it.
“You’re not breathing again.”
Viktor does not have a quip this time. He sharply inhales and grimaces. His legs pose beside each other, pressing onto the balls of his feet. His arms shake as he holds the plank.
Jayce beams. “Look at you! You weren’t able to do that four months ago.”
He dismisses the praise with a curt huff. “Yes… only four months.”
“Hey, I’m the man of progress, right? If I say it’s progress, then… It's progress!”
Viktor lowers down and pushes up into cobra pose. He grumbles, “By nanometers…”
“It’s impressive. Not everyone can do a plank for that long. I could only hold it for two seconds when I started out.”
Viktor does not elicit that with a response. He lifts out of the cobra and takes his left leg, positioning it at a right angle before he lays across it in pigeon pose. He sighs with a mixture of relief and pain. That is his favorite pose.
“Need water? Your throat must be dry from all that not breathing.”
“Ha. Ha…” The false anger washes away. “Yes. One moment…”
He holds the pose for a few seconds longer before propping back onto his knees– Putting weight on both of his kneecaps sends out two horrible pops that silents the room.
Now it is Jayce who is breathless. “That sounded painful.”
Viktor swallows. “Yes. It did.”
“Uh– ice bag?”
“Yes, please.”
Jayce collapsed onto the floor, cupping his wounded piece.
He pounded his fist into the floor. “Why did you help her?”
“I figured we did pretty well, you know. Girls protecting girls.” Powder shrugged.
“I’m sorry, bro, but she has a point… You’ve been living in the past. We all miss you.”
”None of you should have tried to throw his things away! What if he comes back?”
Powder scoffed with a roll of her eyes.“You’ve been saying that since forever. Leave him alone.”
Suddenly, Jayce sprung onto his feet, grabbing her, “You know him! You know where he is!”
“Get off me! No, I don’t!”
“Jayce!” Violet ripped him off of her sister and kicked him into the couch that was covered in Viktor’s clothes. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! … C’mon, Powder…”
Jayce could not remember what happened after that. The alcohol is really taking a toll on him. He lost his friends. He did not bother cleaning up their mess. He laid on the couch. Viktor’s smell was everywhere, overpowering him. The only thing missing was the man himself.
Those feelings turned bitter the second alcohol eased down his throat. He kicked the glass, skidding the shards across the dirty floor as he made his way into the bathroom. He can smell himself and it was adding up to his frustrations. He tosses his clothes onto the floor and sits on the toilet as he waits for the shower to heat up.
“I don’t always think about him.” He tells himself. He sorts through his phone, who, if it could speak, would say otherwise. His camera roll is full of pictures of Viktor. Most are candid but some are selfies that feature Viktor or the others.
He could not bring himself to delete any of them.
He finds himself in his voicemail. Every missed call from Viktor was saved as well.
“I’m not obsessed…” He selects one. It’s one of his calmer ones, saying that he is going to be running a bit late in coming home and to not under any circumstance start the show without him, Jayce.
The way he says his name so sternly sends a shiver down to his core.
He scrolls the bar back. Jayce… Jayce… Jayce…
He can see his face so vividly in his head and the way his mouth sculps his name.
He sees his cock twitch on the seventh listen. He smacks his phone, face down on the counter top and hops into the shower. He was not going down this road. He did not see Viktor that way. Viktor is– was his best friend. He squeezes shampoo into his hand and massages his scalp like he is scratching a terrible itch.
He left him. He left him and all of his junk behind. He does not deserve to be thought about.
And yet Jayce…
His lips move like a kiss as he says his name
Jayce.
He is a quarter chub now. He knew himself. He knew this perpetual rumination was not going to stop until he could get it out of his system. Jayce grabs his body wash and lathers his cock with it before aggressively stroking it. His mind swirls, accelerating with Viktor’s image. He feels pathetic, obsessing over the sound of his own name. But it was refreshing, like hearing the sound of soda popping open and chasing the bubbling sensation down his throat. His imagination transitions into seeing the man underneath him. His hips thrust forward and he holds himself steady by pressing his hand into the wall. His fingers stroke his cunt and his head rolls back as he cries in blossoming pleasure. His name is not far from trickling from his tongue. Jayce wanted to bend down and taste him. He wanted to feel how his waist curves down into his hips and thighs, grab him there as he brings him to ecstasy with his mouth. He wanted to hear Viktor berate him that he can do better than that before keening with arousal. He needed to feel Viktor tug on his hair before shoving his face to drown in his pussy.
Jayce feels on the edge of an orgasm but imagination alone is not bringing him any closer to climaxing. Stumbling, he reaches out with one foot out of the tub and snatches his phone. He leans away from the water and curses at his wet hands for making the screen freak out. He continues muttering profanities as he stops stroking to embrace the cold air outside the shower again to wipe his phone and hands on the hanging towel. He scours through his gallery and finally lands on a video. One of many that he discretely took of Viktor.
It begins with Viktor mid sentence, “– And I’m saying you’re so simpleminded for believing that.”
He grabs his dick and resumes his furious pace.
“How is it stupid?!” Jayce asks off camera.
The man balks for a solid few seconds, making past Jayce giggle before he finally says “I’m at a loss for words…” before yelling at him, his words sail past his ears.
His balls clench. Viktor is gorgeous in his rage. Vibrant in his expressions and his hands are quick to gesture. His eyes are passionate and his lips taunt him. He securely grips his phone as he cums, choking on his moans. He presses the end of his phone to his ear so that Viktor’s accent can bounce around his empty head as another wave of arousal punches him in the stomach. He cries out as he tries to squeeze out the last of his dry orgasm.
Even though he is limb, his cramping hand keeps stroking. Viktor is still raving. His shouting is pure bliss.
“Oh my god, I want to punch you.” Viktor seethes.
Wheezing a moan, Jayce rests against the cold wall and he rings himself out for a third time.
“It’s about profits, isn’t it? That’s what this has always been about.” Jayce sneered glancing over at his coworker. “Right, Mel?”
Mel does not meet his dagger like glare. She addresses their fellow executives with a steady tone. “Which is why I think we should heavily consider hosting this event. We are in a bad state. A charity like this would be… a wonderful opportunity.”
Profitable. That was what she wanted to say. Everything they do nowadays is to please the stakeholders due to controversy after controversy. Jayce was cut out of certain talking points with other companies due to his tongue. There was more tension than before. Salo would always roll his eyes or cut Jayce off from speaking.
“We lost a great mind.” Is what they said about Viktor.
“You lost an employee you continuously fucked over.” Jayce fought back. This charity meant nothing. The only people they were helping was themselves. This was going to be a continuous loop of screwups. Even as he raised his hand to vote in favor of the ball happening, all he could think about was how many drinks he could gulp down before Salo ejected him from the party.
Jayce heavily blinks as he looks up from his glass. The place they rented out is a fancy venue with tall ceilings and giant chandeliers one would only find in Piltover. Jayce wondered with that kind of weight, if it crashed down below, what would the damage be? Would the property damage be on their end or the line of untimely injured and dead bodies that were below it? It would be the property damage, Jayce concluded with another swig. Under their corporate policies, if someone just happened to be underneath the faulty equipment, it may as well be crossed off as an intended suicide. The money would be theirs. Water running off a duck’s back.
Thin streams of that water are trapped under glass run throughout the floors and over the stairs. Whiteness is everywhere. Not just the tiles, the curtains, or the dress code, but the people and their biases. Jayce looks around, knowing whose future is going to be better, profitable, and satisfying. He continues to drown in his cup. Sustain the privileged and the rest should follow suit and if they can’t keep up, that’s on them. Jayce has other things to focus on now.
A laugh drags his attention out of his mind and into the present.
“I do not need to be held, Jayce.” Viktor tries wriggling out of his hold. “The Ghostface keeps busting his ass on the floor. He is not scary.”
“Of course not!” Jayce pouts, still gripping the man in his arms. “I’m–I’m not scared either.”
“You closed your eyes when her body was lifted up in the garage door. That is not how garage doors work. She could have gotten out of that.”
“You don’t know that! You’d panic too if you got stuck in there.”
“I would not.”
“Yes, you would!”
Viktor erupts with laughter. The movie has been completely forgotten about at this point. “I would not! You would be the one panicking and I would have to come save your ass. Like the many times that I have when your deadline is less than five hours.”
Jayce shrinks into the couch. “It’s not the same as getting stuck in a death trap.”
“It is not a death trap.”
“It totally is!!” He snatches his phone from the cushion beside him. “I’m calling Vi. She’ll be on my side!”
“She is on the same intellectual level as you! Of course she would take your side.”
He jerks his head to look at his smug face. “I don’t like your tone. Why don’t you call someone?”
“I have no need to.” Jayce squints at him and Viktor gives him a smirk. “Go on, call her. Try to tell me I’m wrong with extra firepower. I cannot promise that I will yield, however.”
After a moment of consideration, he relents. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right, Jayce.”
Jayce follows the echoes of that laughter like a hunting dog following the scent of a fox. Breathless ‘scuse me’s just barely crosses his lips as he hurries through white dresses and cream coats. Eyes hidden behind masks glare after his unsubtle disruption. His shoes squeak with each step. He spies blue hair next to a man in light gray silky robes that Disciples of the Herald don. The mask on his face appears metallic, almost uncanny and ethereal in appearance. Butterfly-like wings are depicted on the two corners near the crown of his head.
Jayce stands there, listening. Whoever Powder is conversing with is soft spoken. The rest of his head is covered by a hood. In his hand is an extravagant walking stick. Two different wood types are interwoven together as they come together to form a handle for his gloved hand before continuing into a spiral shape.
He is leaning on his left leg like Viktor would.
“Powder!” Jayce says cordially, despite the hint of rage in his tone. He knew it. He knew. “I did not think you would be here.”
“Yo, Jayce. I see you can still look like shit even if you're all pampered up.” Powder replies nonchalantly. Her mask is the most colorful thing on her besides her hair, splashed with pinks, blues, purples, and greens. “You’re not wasted yet?”
Jayce looks to the empty cup in his hands and finds himself pining for another. “I wouldn’t want to be wine wasted during such an esteemed event.”
“Esteemed…” She nods slowly, over working her neck. “Right.”
“Not that I’m unhappy that you’re here.” He is. He absolutely is and he is having a hard time not showing that. “But I didn’t think you dressed up?”
“Eh, Mel invited Cait, Cait brought Vi as her plus one, because they’re somehow still together. Vi invited me– well begged me to come because she can’t do these things by herself… I’m doing great, by the way. I know that question was just on the tip of your tongue.”
“Ah hah… yes, right, it is good to see you’re doing so well.” He might as well be grinding his teeth down a chalkboard than feign pleasantries. “Where’s Ekko?”
Behind his own mask, his eyes continue to jump to the supposed stranger beside her who has not taken this opportunity to leave.
“He’s not a fan of these kinds of gatherings. But you already knew that, right?” Another infamous Powder grade dig.
“R-right, yes… So, um–”
Powder cuts him off. “What’s this charity event for again?”
“Uh! Well, it’s for our city.”
“Right, what about the city?” She pushes, swirling her cocktail around so that it merely brushes the rim without a drip leaping out onto the pristine floor. “What’s the money going towards?”
“Upkeep.”
“Upkeeping what?”
“The city.”
“What in the city needs upkeeping? The potholes in the streets? Minimizing pollution? Finding stray dogs and putting them in foster care?”
“Nothing so… short term.”
She takes a sip and hums. “Ah! So, this is about that oil leak in the water, right?”
“N-no…” He croaks out. “It’s about housing.”
“Housing!” Powder nods, her lips pulled thin. “Fixing the homeless population is a great start, Jayce.”
He takes in a slow agonizing breath. “That isn’t what we’re doing…”
She tilts her head. “So… what kind of housing are you fixing?”
“Who is this, Powder?” He feels like he is on the verge of exploding. “You have yet to introduce me to your plus one?”
She taps her chin. “I haven’t decided if I want to introduce him to you yet.”
“It is alright, Powder.” That accent comes through like a smooth swallow of cream. “Hiding has never been in my nature.”
Now that Jayce is looking at this man who he believes may be Viktor, he notices that he is standing taller, his shoulders back instead of slouching. Out of the folds of his robe reveals more than just a gloved hand but a full sleeve of ink of a robotic arm that rips oxygen from his lungs. The intricate detail of the tattoo matches his mask that he gently pulls from his face. His arm looks stronger, still slim but defined. The coils and wires hug his bicep. Sheets of inked metal shift with his muscles. Handing the mask off to Powder, he lowers his hood to fully reveal himself to Jayce.
His eyes are bright, somehow golder under the lights. Viktor’s smile is one of pure compassion, serenity even. It makes his face hot and his blood boil.
“I am pleased to see you again, Jayce.”
“You must be after hiding for so long.” He lashes, his voice straining.
His brows briefly knit before looking at Powder. “Did you not give my note to him?”
She sharply exhales from her nose. “No.”
“You did know.” Jayce seethes.
Powder gives him another indifferent shrug that only pisses him off more. “I knew what you were going to do if you were where he went. I didn’t want to deal with the cops again. Besides, he told me to give it to you when you were ready. That shit never happened and then you tried to attack me. So…” She clicks her tongue.
“What did the note say, Powder?” He practically growls.
Viktor puts his hand up. “It was simply my location. So we could talk… Since you did not show, it gave me ample time to reflect. Taught me mindfulness…”
“Viktor, you left.”
“I did not feel comfortable staying where I was anymore.” There is no remorse in this tone. There is no… anything. “It was intoxicating. My work place, coming home with you… You changed.”
“I changed?”
“Did you not hear yourself when you conversed with Powder? You are no longer the man I knew, but I have made peace with that a long time ago.”
Jayce could not be hearing this. Viktor just went on without him? No regrets or second guessing, just moved on?
“So, what?” Jayce spits. “You’re just here to tell me that you told me so?”
“No. I am here because, despite my newfound beliefs, I find myself missing gatherings such as these. Even if they are a facade. It is the company that I think fondly back to.”
“Yeah, like me!” Powder playfully shoves him and Viktor smiles in turn, returning the gesture.
Through gritted teeth, Jayce practically orders Powder, “Can you leave for a second.”
Powder laughs over the polite noise around them. “Oh, can I leave?!”
“It is alright, Powder.” Viktor reassures her gently. “I can handle this.”
She pats his shoulder as she makes her exit, shooting a sideways glare at Jayce.
“How can you be so happy?” He demands, spit flying.
“Goodness, already with the scathing questions without so much as a pleasantry?” His cheeky retorts still hold their bite, even more so with his complacent expression.
“You left…”
“It was Powder’s decision to not offer that information to you, and I do not blame her for it. You are still not ready for my return.”
“But you are?”
“I stand by my statement… Although, you do look like you have recently dragged yourself out of a storm. You used to be so proper with your hair, your appearance. You decided to go against the dress code as well.”
“I prefer black.” Jayce mutters, showing his canines.
“Mourning my departure.” He says this as if it bore no emotions in his heart. “When will it end for you, I wonder?”
His lungs feel like fire and brimstone as he inhales. “Did you not even think about our argument?!”
“I did. I considered it greatly… In the end, I thought you would do the same and come to understand my reasoning. You usually do.”
The corners of his mouth twinge. “Why would I be okay with you joining a cult?”
“I did not seek them out, Jayce. We happened to be in the same spot and a disciple, a brother, and I chatted. He was not trying to initiate me… but by the end of our talk, I felt like the tools he had learned from his religion may… fix me.”
“Fix you? You didn’t need fixing–”
A glimpse of anger shimmers through his eyes. “You never saw the world from my perspective, Jayce. You do not see the societal flaws I have faced everyday. The injustices that you are encouraging with this event. You lost your vision.”
“It left with you.” He exclaims, fuming.
“Casting blame at me.” He hums through his nose. “You are just as fragile as I remember, Jayce Talis. Always folding when anyone you like suggests something that went against your original beliefs. I did not even need to apply any strategies when it came to convincing you.”
Jayce could hardly confine his voice from yelling. “You wanted to go against what the executives had in mind!”
“The executives do not want to help people…” Viktor’s voice stays calm and reserved. “And it is clear that, when it comes down to it, you feel much the same.”
“If you didn’t fucking leave me–”
Viktor slaps him across his face, sending his mask clattering along the floor. The paint chips off and stains the tiles. Jayce jolts, doubling over. His pupils engorge on his irises as a plume of gut wrenching arousal overtakes his senses. He can feel each set of judgemental eyes on them through the mirage of anonymity.
“Have some self respect, Jayce. Individuality.” His lip curls downward. “Do you need me to give you permission to stop grieving me?”
“I don’t want permission.” He slowly leers up at the disciple. His stomach curls, starving.
There is a small crack in his facade. His brows raise upon seeing his true face but his lips remain still. His eyes scan over his features as if devouring them.
Their emotions, desires, connect with a snap.
“Jayce!” Mel’s voice breaks the painful quiet.
“I’m dealing with him!” Jayce barks back. He stands up and snatches Viktor by the shoulder, leading him across the ball and towards the back of the venue. He has never pushed Viktor so roughly before but at the moment he cannot care if he is putting his back through too much strain or overworking his leg. But as the thought appears in his head, he slows down and guides him into a restroom.
“Strange location to kick me out.” He quips, bluntly.
“What is wrong with you?!” Jayce exclaims, unable to stop his trembling rage. “This isn’t the Viktor I knew.”
Viktor glares, standing tall. “I’m sorry I could not fulfill your dreams of me staying dependent on you.”
“That is not how I thought about you!”
“It clearly was. Do you see what you’re doing to this city? You still don’t understand why I didn’t want you to do this, but you cannot help pleasing the wrong people.”
Seeing Jayce advancing on him with his hands out, Viktor hooks with his cane and uses the ledge of the wood to haul him into one of the stalls before blocking his exit by stepping inside. He shuts the door behind him. Jayce stumbles in the small space, trying to not fall into the toilet.
“You’re still an empty headed nuisance.” Viktor then snags him by the collar and jerks him into his open mouth.
Shock freezes him for only a moment before his body operates on pure carnal want. He shudders at the insult. The slap still tingles. Jayce slams him into the stall door and meanly grabs his thighs that are quick to wrap around him. He punches a husky moan out of Viktor as he grinds his growing erection into him. Viktor’s fingers curl around the hair just at the base of his skull and yanks. His spine bends and he gasps for air, which allows Viktor to take control over. He licks the bead of saliva off of his lips and he holds Jayce by the neck when he tried to follow his mouth. He squeezes it like a dog toy and lightly smirks.
He does not speak but there is nonverbal understanding between them.
Say anything and we’re done.
His hands fly to his robes parting the folds to find his skin. Viktor allows it, his face remaining neutral. He does not react when the chill that bathrooms have in the air caresses his open chest that is covered in ink, bathed in the Herald. Jayce leans his head in and begins kissing around his small breasts. Viktor gulps air down, the tension in his hands returning as he grips Jayce’s hair. Jayce squeezes his thighs and hoists Viktor further up along the door so he does not have to bend over. Nails dig into his scalp as he presses on, lapping his tongue over his nipples. He hears Viktor’s head lightly thud against the limestone door with a soft exhale. His eyes flicker up. His jawline is so perfect. Biteable. His hair flows down so majestically to his shoulders. He hated it. He hates how gorgeous he is. There is not a trace of stress lines on his face. The circles under his were not as dark anymore. He looks well rested.
He hates that Viktor went on without him. He hates that this is bothering him so much. Jayce thrusts his hardon into him and really drags it up and down his cunt. As much as Viktor tries to conceal it, his breathing quivers. The disciple clutches his shoulder and rolls his hips in tandem. His long gradual noises ring in his ears.
Jayce slides his hand down and palms his cunt. His eyes pop open. Viktor is completely naked underneath the robe. He sniffs his fingers and nearly collapses with Viktor on top of him. His pupils consume his irises as the scent of Viktor’s arousal fuels his fury-induced lust. He bends his knees and hoists his legs underneath his shoulders. He noses his cunt and places his mouth on the fabric there, inhaling.
“Jayce–!” He gasps, cementing the nail within Jayce.
They hear a door close. They freeze. No other sounds follow. Whoever attempted to head into the bathroom had to have run out… and they are possibly getting Mel.
“We need to go.” Jayce says breathlessly. He snatches Viktor’s cane and carries the man out of the restroom. They escape through the side door of the venue and Jayce brings him to his truck that is the only vehicle sitting on this side of the building.
“I don’t want to be taken anywhere…” Viktor huffs yet he does not wriggle out of Jayce’s arms in complaint.
“I’m not driving the truck.” He thrusts the back door open and shoves Viktor inside.
Grunting, now he attempts to squirm out of his arms. After slamming the door behind him, Jayce clutches his wrists and holds him down. He didn’t want to test the waters. Even with his immeasurable anger, he knew Viktor was not going to be gentle. Viktor has never been gentle or coy. Those golden eyes hold no malice. He is stoic in his stare as if he wasn’t starting to lose his cool back in that restroom stall. He had regained his composure.
Securing Viktor’s wrists in his singular grasp, Jayce attempts to slink down to his hips. Viktor is faster than he remembers. He is not sure how he slipped out of his hold. His good leg bends up to pin Jayce into the carseat by his throat. Viktor snags his hand inching towards his cunt, bringing them into a standstill. Viktor’s bow quirks up as if silently inquiring why Jayce thinks he is in control of this situation.
Control. That’s right… Viktor was all about that. He doubts his wet cock is capable of doing the same.
Jayce allows Viktor to yank him down, hands pressed into cushions on the sides of his face. He nonchalantly begins to open Jayce’s shirt. His fingers take their time undoing each individual button as his eyes bore into his skin. Focused. Indifferent. Stone-like.
Jayce wants to make him scream.
His long calculating hands scratch down Jayce’s neck, sending awful sensations down his spine as he continues to his chest. Viktor curls slightly up and kisses the crook of his neck. His leg now prods into his side, forcing him to remain on his knees. Viktor massaging his skin with his lips has Jayce moaning through gritted teeth.
“Viktor–”
His nails swipe over his nipples. Jayce arches his back with a hiss. Without thinking, his hand raises up and smacks his good hip. Viktor gasps, a shudder courses through his body. If this was years before, looking at his agitated frown would have made him shrivel into a ball, now they encourage him. He does not give Viktor a moment to seize control. He hooks his left leg up and over his shoulder. He draws his hand back and spanks his robed cunt. He must have hit his g-spot because Viktor’s entire body spasms and his back arches, the impact invoking a broken moan out of him. His palm is soaked. Grabbing his robe, Jayce yanks it and throws it towards the front seat.
Past Jayce would have taken a moment to adore his body, trace his fingers along his new tattoos and lovingly kiss up his ribs. This Jayce hooks his fingers into his hips and lifts his little tush to rest on his knees. He contorts his body in a way to effectively hold Viktor in such a small space, leading most of his body being lifted above his head as Jayce eases down with his ass squished into the car door and his legs cramping up.
Jayce wastes no time. He flattens his tongue and laps up his spunk like a dog without water. He hears Viktor try in vain to compose himself. His legs squeeze his head as Jayce does not let up on his rhythm. He makes an o shape with his mouth and sucks on his clit, bringing it in and out of his mouth. Once back in, he lathers his tongue over the spot, changing his pressure and speed on a dime. He inserts his fingers in, feeling his folds, his walls. His cunt squeezes at the intrusion.
“Jayce…!” His cry is needy.
His cock bobs heavily. It shudders again as Viktor’s keens. His hands smack and grab his head, shoving him deeper. His nails dig into the fat on his ass as Jayce encourages his orgasm with his mouth fully pressed into his cunt and his tongue bringing him further. Viktor’s neck must be sore from how much he is straining, not that Jayce particularly cares right now. His howling does not sedate Jayce. He swallows his spunk that may as well be sweet strong wine.
There is no need for lube when his pussy is dripping from the carnal need that he was able to hide in his face. Neither of them are satisfied. They haven’t been for years. He lowers and aggressively corrects Viktor’s posture. His moaning attacks his senses like a thousand furious cuts. His zipper was beginning to really pinch him. He feels Viktor’s hazy eyes on him as he undoes his belt and brings out his inflamed cock.
“Come in me…” Viktor hoarsely commands.
Jayce obeys only because that is what he was going to do in the first place. Leaving his bad leg alone, he takes Viktor’s left leg and stretches, overly bending it. Jayce ignores his hisses of irritation but Viktor does not complain further. Entering him was like a sucker punch. His dick is enveloped by hot wet velvety walls. Thrusting into him, Viktor shouts, which may as well be a melody to Jayce’s ears, and he rakes his nails down his back. All those times he discarded his obsession for Viktor close in on him. The nights he spent getting off on his voice, watching those videos. He even jacked off in this very car on his lunch break. Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. He could only cum if he saw his face while his voice changed the chemical makeup of his brain. He wasn’t obsessed with Viktor when he was around, except he was. Mel was right. He could never shut up about the Zaunite. Mel didn’t even look at Viktor when Jayce and him were together and they were always together. Finally, Jayce realizes while dick deep in his cunt that he only ever wanted to be with Viktor. Jayce needed Viktor. He knew he needed him, possibly much more than Viktor needed him. He wanted Viktor to be his only. He wanted to drive this truck far from Piltover and start life over with him. Forget their troubles, their friends, and bask in each other.
That is what Jayce wanted.
This has come full circle. Now, he is pounding his obsession into the car seat, his ball smacking his taint. Bruises begin on Viktor’s thigh with how firmly he is pushing on his leg to stay spread. Clinging to every noise and cry of his name like an addiction. He is feeling the inside of Viktor. Viktor, Viktor. Drool spills from his lips. Viktor kisses and licks it from his chin. His cunt pulses around him. His hands mold his skin, squish his muscles. His nails draw blood. Jayce is in bitter ecstasy. His face is wet with tears.
“Jayce!” Viktor cries out his name as his cum splatters onto Jayce’s dick. His body trembles from overstimulation and yet his hands cannot stop touching him. Viktor does not cease in rutting into his fierce pace. He grabs the end of the car seat for better leverage in his thrusts. The truck rocks with them. He whines his name over and over similar to how he would in Jayce’s dreams. He can feel his voice kiss all throughout his body.
His orgasm surges through him like his body is ripping open. His throat seizes as he wails. He does not let up on his pace. He feels his rage being fucked out of him. Viktor takes it beautifully. An angel below him, glowing brilliantly, arching, and smiling upon him. His cunt squeezes around his length, milking him.
Such a good boy.
He kisses Viktor. Cradling his head and feeling his hair as he bites and sucks on his lower lip. It takes a moment for Viktor to retaliate. Lazily carving his skin with his fingers as he returns in kind. His tongue explores his sharp canines. His palms lovingly feel his beard as they turn their heads to deepen the kiss. Jayce plays with the hair just under the base of his skull. Their mouths open further and Viktor extends his tongue further down Jayce’s throat. Jayce sinks into him. He has never felt this wet.
“I missed you…” Jayce finally admits through a gravelly moan the moment they break away. “Please… please don’t leave me.
He sees Viktor in those golden eyes. His Viktor. The one that is teeming with emotion that it spills out of his eyes. Jayce crawls down to his cock.
“Jayce–!” His back jerks as his lips press into his cunt once again. A sobbing groan is tugged out of him, clearly overly stimulated. He cups his mouth and squirms at his tongue working up inside him, licking up his spunk. “You… have never treated me so harshly before.”
“I-i’m so-”
“Don't speak. Do not apologize when what you did was so tremendously needed.”
He shouldn’t feel hopeful. Jayce obeys, returning his attention to his throbbing pussy that quivers at his intrusion once more. He may have swallowed some of Viktor’s loose pubic hair, but that does not deter him. It goes down smoothly.
“Your beard.” Viktor gasps, keening. His hands stroke his hair again, pushing a moan from Jayce. “You’re going to need to… wash it after this. I could taste myself on you.”
“Did you like it?” Jayce asks, breaking his rule.
Viktor does encourage him by petting his hair to keep going, which Jayce complies dutifully. Viktor takes a moment in order to calm his excited breathing. Jayce wouldn’t mind if he came in his mouth again. He would drink and consume every part of Viktor if he could.
“I did… Your beard is, unfortunately… rather nice.” Viktor exhales. “Truly, I’ve… I’ve missed you very much, Jayce Talis…”
A few drops of white leak out of his tip at his full name. Jayce strings out a series of prolonged moans akin to a chorus of softly singing angels out of the disciple. Tasting Viktor in his mouth again, he swallows the liquor, denying his haste. He could do this for hours… days, maybe. Survive off of his nectar.
Viktor groans in his chest. “We need to talk, Jayce…”
His heart falls to his feets. His beard drips with slick as he pulls away. “You’re right… but not here. Can I take you home?”
“As long as I can keep laying down, I do not care. You pulled a muscle in my leg, Jayce.” He bites with a frown.
“I’ll massage it when we get home… if you’d like.” He adds, almost pleading.
Viktor rubs the knot in his neck. “... Very well.”
Jayce hopes he is not dreaming up what followed. Once they returned to the apartment, Viktor’s snide remarks about the state of the room did not infuriate Jayce. He could sit there and take his insults all night with joy in his heart. They sit on the couch, after Jayce collected and placed the clothes elsewhere. Viktor’s cramped leg rests on his lap and Jayce digs his fingers into his thigh.
“I cannot believe you’ve been living like this since I left.”
“A part of me died when you left Viktor.”
He rolls his eyes. “By all means, continue to blame me for your shortcomings…”
Jayce turns his head down, focusing on the massage. “After talking to you and before we…”
“Fucked? Yes? No need to be so shy about how you railed me, Jayce. Was my moaning not an inclination enough to convince you that I was enjoying it?” He chuckles.
“I really missed you.” Jayce blurts out.
Viktor’s eyes are soft but they do not look at him for long. “After we talked and before we fucked, you what?”
“You convinced me that I was wrong. I see now that my motives changed over time… That isn’t fair to you, to anyone… I’m putting in my two weeks.”
Viktor hums, “You could really fuck with them over in those two weeks. Don’t give them time to recuperate. Actually… you could take Heimerdinger’s keys and–”
“I’m not committing a crime, Viktor!”
“You already have, Jayce. Many. You’ve been aiding a slow genocide. Turn the tide…” Viktor stretches his back, rolling his neck. “To answer your… plea from before, I cannot stay. I despise this room. I feel stagnant here.”
Jayce frowns, basically pouting. “But there’s a lot of good memories in here.”
Viktor does nod. “... There are, yes. But there are more opportunities for us, if you truly desire real change. If you don’t fall back on your word… if you truly love me, Jayce...”
Forgetting his leg, Jayce surges forward and crawls closer to him. “I do… I really do. I made a promise to you Viktor, I’m going to keep it.”
“Do not disappoint me again.” Viktor says– demands, playing a hand on Jayce’s face.
He leans heavily into his touch. He would roll over and beg for Viktor. “I won’t. I won’t…”
Finally, a smile crinkles his eyes. He curls his fingers, his nails scratching his beard makes his skin and dick tingle. Viktor lifts Jayce’s hand from the couch and guides it to his pussy. His brows shoot up. Somehow, even with the twenty minute drive, Viktor is still soaking wet. This is what he does to him? He gently curls his fingers into him. Viktor relaxes into his thick fingers, his eyes unfocus. He takes his wrists and adjusts his palm so that his middle finger lines up better with his clit. He presses his big hand into his pussy, drawing out a shaky exhale. Jayce does this to him.
His gasp is caught in his throat when Viktor palms him in return. A small rope squeezes out of him and ruins the pants he had just changed into. His moan breaks in pitch and bucks into his palm. Jayce pushes into his mouth. It is less of a kiss and more sharing the oxygen between them as they grind and buck into each other’s warmth. Viktors hand reaches and molds and fondles his balls through the fabric, causing Jayce to cry out in abrupt pleasure and press his fingers into his pussy. He takes the opportunity to counter by offering and releasing pressure on his bean. Then Jayce caves when Viktor holds his shaft and plays with his tip. His breathing accelerates, shortening with each inhale. He wanted Viktor to come first. He wanted to lick his hand clean and then his cock. It is all he can think about.
He has a sneaking suspicion that Viktor knows this.
“Viktor…!” He whines into his mouth.
“Will you make the council suffer, Jayce?” Viktor inquires and stops his stroking, knowing that Jayce is about to burst.
“Yes…! Yes, yes, I will. I will… Anything for you, Viktor.”
“Then come.” He commands.
His body obeys before Jayce has a chance to react. He cries out in wanton surprise as Viktor furiously works him through his orgasm. His voice croaks from his dry throat and Viktor already knows what would cure that. He gestures with his eyes, glancing down before returning to his debauched face.
Jayce crumbles, bowing to his cunt and latching his mouth to it once more with an obnoxiously grateful mewl.
The circle continues to loop.