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Jayce was not foreign to long boring council meetings. If he was honest, it was probably one of his least favorite things he had been forced to attend since him and Viktor had started Hextech.
Normally the meetings had only required one of the members of Hextech to attend, and the burden would usually fall on Jayce, as he was the so-called face of progress. Not to mention Viktor was not the most talkative person and many people still had preconceived notions about people who lived in the Undercity, which just made it so Jayce would always have to speak on behalf of their creation.
Jayce had no problem taking the lead, especially since it helped ease the burden and pressure on his partner. However, this meeting was different. Both co-owners of Hextech were required to attend, forcing Viktor to tag along on what normally was a house-of-tails job.
Currently they were discussing the safety protocols in place for Hextech experiments, which opened discussion for Viktor's input.
The council room was packed with other councilors, advisors, and scientists alike. The room was quite large and far colder than Jayce had remembered. A small window cast a beam of sunlight over them, catching the specs of dust that were floating around.
Jayce kept his eye locked on Viktor, who was sitting right beside him, fidgeting on the notepad in front of him before grabbing a sheet of schematics, his long slender finger tracing the stabilizers, pointing.
"If these modifications were to be implemented, Hextech core will operate within safe thresholds even under prolonged stress. Any slight deviation could result in a catastrophic overload."
Viktor now decided to speak, and the council room broke into a fit of mutters. Mel, who was sitting on the other side of Viktor, leaned forward, moving her hand on the same sheet, pointing at a segment of the design. Her hand brushed against Viktor's sleeve, then in the same breath she quickly pulled her hand away. The contact was small and minuscule. If he hadn't already been staring at Viktor, he would have missed it.
"Very clever, Viktor, I wouldn't have thought to integrate the fail-safes this way," Mel responded with a faint smile. Viktor merely nodded in response.
Jayce's jaw tightened.
He didn't speak.
It wasn't conscious, the pressure growing in his chest, the twitching in his fingers, the sudden tension in his shoulders.
The small touching, the sudden contact, the casualness of the interaction had left something growing and burning in his chest.
He hadn't recognized the feeling as possessive, just merely protecting his partner.
Viktor hadn't known Mel like Jayce had; he hadn't known how vindictive the woman was, the way she played with other feelings and emotions.
Jayce had fallen into that trap before, and he just wanted to warn Viktor, protect him.
Yes, that's it.
Nothing sinister.
Heimerdinger adjusted his spectacles, looming over Viktor's shoulder, gently patting his back. "Remarkable work, Mister Viktor, simply remarkable." Squinting further, the older yordle continued, "But are we confident these safeguards account for cross-field interference?"
Jayce kept his gaze on the crippled man, his eyes sharp. Viktor nodded, his voice remaining steady.
"Yes. The additional stabilizers ensure redundancy. Even in extreme cases, the protocols prevent system-wide failure."
It wasn't that Jayce was jealous. He wasn't the jealous type. Even with ex-girlfriends, Jayce remained the civil type; he never understood why men would overreact to women maintaining male friendships, much less control what a woman wears or does.
But this was different. Jayce had no romantic feelings towards his partner. He merely felt a sense of anger towards the man's clear boundaries being pushed.
The rest of the meeting went relatively smoothly. They discussed alarms, emergency shutdown procedures, and testing dates. Viktor remained unfazed, answering questions when they required him.
But Jayce's gaze did not falter. He kept his eyes locked quietly, counting every compliment from the other councilors, every approving nod, making Jayce's hands tighten their grip on the chair he sat on.
It wasn't like Jayce wanted all the attention to himself. He had always vouched for the smaller man to attend with him at galas and fundraising events. He wanted Viktor more present, more than just Jayce's assistant. He wanted Viktor's excellence to be known and celebrated.
Without Viktor, Hextech wouldn't have existed. He was forever and eternally grateful for the opportunity to have worked alongside Viktor, which is why he was confused as to why he couldn't shake this feeling gnawing deep in his chest.
When the session ended, the members filed out, still mumbling about the safety measures.
Viktor, however, was still gathering his papers silently, completely unaware of the tension that filled the room.
Jayce had stayed back, quietly observing the smaller, weaker man, not daring to say anything.
He watched as Viktor hummed under his breath, grabbing his stuff and then starting to walk towards the exit.
Jayce followed suit, catching up to Viktor without much difficulty.
Viktor's head turned to the larger man. "So it seems like the meeting went quite successfully," Viktor muttered before continuing. "Ah, maybe I should join you more often, eh?" His accent tracing the sentence.
Jayce smiled back. "Are you sure? I know it's not really your thing," Jayce questioned, his posture slightly different than before, carefully eyeing the smaller man.
"Yes. However, I find that I thoroughly enjoy arguing with the other counselors, it's quite fun," Viktor grinned.
Jayce chuckled in response, putting his hand playfully over Viktor's shoulder. The smaller man, however, pushed his arm off, making Jayce frown in response.
Viktor was okay with other touching him without warning, but not with his partner.
The walk back to the lab was silent. Viktor occasionally brought up some ideas that he had regarding the prototype they had been engineering, but mostly they just enjoyed each other's company, not really needing to engage in constant banter.
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It was a late afternoon. Jayce and Viktor were in the lab later than necessary, which pretty much became the usual for them.
Jayce watched as Viktor was writing down some quick equations in his notebook, biting the excess skin on his lip as he worked on the paper.
Viktor then stood up, grabbing his cane, bending over, his back arching heavily as his ass was in full view. It was a grotesque sight, the way his backside was fully on display. He leaned further toward the familiar sheet of schematics.
Jayce, who was a few feet behind the smaller man, carefully walked up to him, closing the distance between them. He grabbed Viktor's back, making the man flinch in response.
"Watch your balance," Jayce barked out as he carefully but firmly straightened Viktor's posture, making him stand upright.
The cane slipped and made a loud sound when it hit the floor, making Viktor instinctively look at the ground, moving his hands to pick up the metal object.
Before he could, Jayce grabbed his wrists with immense force, his nails digging into Viktor's delicate pale skin.
"Stay still," Jayce whispered, his voice low and deliberate.
He guided the weaker man toward the wall for more stability.
"Jayce-" the smaller man let out, almost like a whimper, before Jayce roughly pressed Viktor's back against the wall. Viktor winced in pain, his teeth clenched closed.
Jayce's hands let go before tracing his neck, pushing Viktor's head to look upward. His hands were rough and calloused, his nails unintentionally scratching along Viktor's slim and slender neck. Jayce's hand lingered on the fragile man's neck, gripping it tightly but not applying any force, before he eventually let go.
Jayce stepped back, grabbing the metal cane off the floor before handing it over to the smaller man. Viktor, visibly shaking, nervously took the cane.
Jayce turned around and walked back toward his desk, putting his hand up to his hair, tugging at the strands.
Viktor stayed perched against the wall before walking back toward the schematics, gripping them tightly, nervously eyeing Jayce.
Jayce's eyes caught the subtle stares.
Jayce noticed the distance between them, the way that Viktor was wearily studying him. Every slight movement the smaller man made, his eyes darting nervously.
He didn't know what got over him. He didn't mean to be so rough. He just thought that Viktor needed to be more aware of his surroundings, and him arching his back like that wouldn't have been good for his posture. He could've easily fallen, Jayce tried to remind himself.
But now the smaller man was almost afraid of him. You could bear it. He needed to say something. He needed to do something. Apologize, explain himself. But he didn't know what he was going to say.
Sorry for slamming your back against the wall. I was trying to fix your posture! Or sorry your ass was out and it was just too inappropriate! Neither of those were going to work. They were only going to make him look worse.
Jayce bit his nails before looking back at Viktor. The man was now moving his sleeves, hiding something, tugging at his wrist. Jayce noted the odd behavior and continued his work silently.
They continue working quietly for a few hours, before Viktor began packing his stuff, sliding his notes into his brown messenger bag. Jayce glanced up at him and decided to stand up and walk over to the smaller man.
Viktor's back stiffened as he straightened, his eyes not making contact with the larger man.
"What's wrong, Jayce?" Viktor said softly.
Jayce's eyes met Viktor's with deep concern, and he scratched the back of his neck.
"Sorry about that, Vik. I don't know what got into me," Jayce said, his eyes carefully examining Viktor's expression.
Viktor didn't respond.
"Are you okay?" Jayce pressed, bringing his hand up to rub Viktor's shoulder. The smaller man flinched before accepting the sudden contact.
Viktor looked up at Jayce, biting his cheeks. His face held an expression Jayce couldn't read.
"I'm okay, Jayce," he barked out.
Jayce smiled and let go of Viktor.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, still smiling, flashing his crooked grin.
Viktor faintly smiled back, grabbing his bag and slumping it over his shoulders. They both walked out of the dimly lit laboratory together. Jayce locked the door behind them.
Walking alongside each other, just as they were about to make their separate ways, Viktor slightly raised his hand in a small wave goodbye. Jayce's expression softened, and he waved back with enthusiasm.
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The birds were chirping. The sky was a hue of yellow, pink, and blue as clouds drifted lazily across it. Jayce had finally convinced Viktor to join him at an event they were both expected to attend.
Viktor wore a tailored navy suit with slim slacks that emphasized his slender figure. The way the suit fit his slim waist made Jayce almost feel queasy.
It wasn't that Viktor was wearing anything particularly revealing—he just finally had the privilege of seeing him in something other than his usual attire.
Viktor clung to the larger man as they walked into the lavishly decorated hall, packed with important guests. Nervously, he held onto Jayce's sleeve as the larger man waved hello to a few familiar faces in the crowd.
Instinctively slumping his shoulders, Viktor immediately drew Jayce's attention.
He knew this wasn't something the smaller man was used to. Viktor, although capable of long, thoughtful conversations, did not enjoy engaging with others unless absolutely necessary.
Jayce turned to face him. "It's okay, Vik. Just sit over by the bar and get yourself some much-needed drinks. I'll go entertain the people for you," he reassured him.
The smaller man rolled his eyes. "Fine, but I'm never joining you at one of these things again," he responded, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Jayce smiled and left Viktor at the all-inclusive bar. Almost immediately, a group of women interrupted him.
You're Jayce correct?" A woman dressed in a long yellow low cut dress asked, intrigued by the man standing in front of her. The women beside her chuckled before dispersing, leaving the woman in yellow alone.
Jayce scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah that's me!" he joked. The woman eyed him up and down before sticking her hand out. Jayce accepted it, shaking her hand enthusiastically.
However, Jayce heard a familiar voice behind him.
Turning his head he spotted an older man chatting with Viktor. The older man's hand brushed against Viktor's. The younger man uncomfortably shifted, darting his eyes around nervously.
Furious, Jayce abandoned the lady and marched toward the two. He placed a firm hand over Viktor's shoulders, smiling.
"Sorry for abandoning you Vik, hope you aren't too mad at me. I know you don't like these kinds of events," Jayce began, turning to face the smaller man. Then facing the older gentleman, whose hair had gone mostly silver, sporting a thick mustache, the man lowered his glasses.
"Ah, hope I wasn't intruding. It's just I had to meet this so-called Viktor. There's loads of talk of Jayce's little pet," the man grinned, popping the letter P before looking at Viktor. "But it seems he's already been claimed by you. The bruises on his wrists and neck. Didn't fancy you as the aggressive type Talis, but I guess those pests from the Undercity have a bad habit of biting back." The man laughed, his voice sleazy and slimy.
Jayce's face turned red.
There was practically steam coming out from his ears.
Grinding his teeth, he slammed his hand down on the bar table. "I think me and my friend are done here," Jayce hissed out, pulling Viktor by the sleeve.
Just as they were about to leave, the older man interrupted them one last time, yelling out. "But when you're done with him, and find out he's just a useless whore who can't run away due to his bad leg, pass him over to me. I wanna see what the so-called progress man keeps fucking." He laughed out loud.
Jayce stopped in his tracks. Viktor's shoulders stiffened as he looked down at his feet, shrinking his body in a faint attempt not to bring more attention to himself.
Jayce however walked up to the bastard before punching the shit-eating grin right off the older man's face.
A loud thud could be heard as the man fell to the ground, clenching his face, groaning in pain.
"Fuck man, I was just joking," he wheezed out, coughing.
Jayce did not respond. He just turned back, grabbing Viktor's arm and dragging him out. The smaller man squirmed uncomfortably before catching up to the larger man.
"Jayce," Viktor deadpanned.
Jayce ignored him and kept walking until they reached the exit and turned into a back alleyway. Viktor suddenly stopped, pushing Jayce. The larger man stared at the smaller man, his eyes red and his breath heavy.
"Jayce, why on God's green earth did you think that was a good idea!" Viktor cried out.
Jayce was silent for a moment.
"What he said- He had no right saying those things about you," Jayce exclaimed.
"People will always say those things. It's just the way things are. You don't think I know about the rumors about me sleeping with you to secure a spot at Hextech, about me being just an Undercity whore?" Viktor huffed out, trying to catch his breath. "And the bruises. Of course they are going to talk, that's what they always do Jayce. That's why I don't like coming to these things." His accent became more prevalent as they bickered.
Jayce cornered the smaller man against the old rundown building they were next to, slamming his hand against the brick wall loudly right next to Viktor's head.
The smaller man covered his head with both his hands, making him instinctively drop his cane to the floor.
Shaking, he uncovered his face, tears slowly forming in the corners of his eyes.
Jayce grabbed his waist before slamming his lips on top of Viktor's, pulling him into a deep kiss. The smaller man did not kiss back, but Jayce was too immersed in the other man to even notice.
Taking his empty hand, Jayce grabbed onto Viktor's hair. He demanded entrance into the smaller man's mouth, sticking his uninvited tongue down Viktor's throat before pulling back.
Viktor quickly caught his breath. Jayce looked at him one last time, his face reading the same unfamiliar expression. His brows were furrowed, faint tear streaks stained his face, and his eyes were still bloodshot red. He looked back at Jayce as if he were a stranger.
"You don't know how long I've wanted this Vik," Jayce breathed out. He took his hand from Viktor's dark chocolate brown hair, moving it toward the smaller man's belt buckle. He unbuckled it, pulled his pants down, then pulled his briefs down. Jayce chuckled, sweat dripping down the side of his temple.
Viktor attempted to push Jayce off him; however, his attempts were unsuccessful.
Jayce then took a look at Viktor's crotch. His cock was significantly smaller than Jayce's and uncomfortably limp.
Viktor tried to cover himself with both hands, but Jayce quickly pinned his wrists. A familiar, uncomfortable sensation made Viktor cringe; his wrists were still sore from before.
Jayce grabbed Viktor by the waist once more, turning him so his back was facing him, pinning both of Viktor's hands against the brick wall with one hand before using his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He zipped his fly down and pulled his boxers down before grabbing his cock.
"I'll make it quick so your legs don't buckle," he said, breathing heavily.
Viktor grimaced. "My hero," he spat out.
Jayce gave his cock a few quick strokes, watching his length double in size in his hand. "This might hurt a little. I'm going to go in slowly," Jayce replied, ignoring the man's earlier comment. He pressed forward, the tip of his cock pushing into the man's small hole. The tightness was uncomfortable, and he wasn't sure he would be able to fit without wrecking the smaller man’s inside if Viktor didn't relax.
"Vik, I need you to loosen up," Jayce whispered into Viktor's ear, making the hair on his neck stand up.
Gulping, Viktor responded, "You try to relax when you have a rod up your ass."
Jayce took this as a sign and slowly pushed in before thrusting, making Viktor yelp. Jayce couldn't hold back anymore and began jamming his half-hard cock into him. Viktor's shoulders tensed as he cried out. Jayce ignored him, his cock twitching at the sound of Viktor being in pain. He continued aggressively, pounding harder into the fragile man.
Jayce took his free hand and grabbed Viktor's waist, feeling around his stomach where his belly bulged from trying to take his cock whole.
Jayce then pulled his length out, Viktor's back arching at the sudden loss of sensation, before slamming back in, this time increasing his pace as Viktor began crying. Tears and snot ran down his face.
Viktor's small cock suddenly went hard as Jayce hit his prostate, making him gasp. "Fuck—Jayce," he moaned, his back arching further as he grinds against Jayce's cock, making the larger man groan.
Jayce's hand reached Viktor's messy dark brown hair, yanking as he pounded harder. Viktor's breath hitched, pain and pleasure blending into one.
"I'm going to cum—Jayce, this is too much," Viktor begged.
Jayce released his hair and wrapped his hard, calloused fingers around Viktor's small cock, giving it a few rough strokes. Viktor melted into the touch, breathing heavier as Jayce suddenly increased his pace, thrusting repeatedly into Viktor's prostate.
Viktor hit a high before his cum splattered all over Jayce's hand.
Jayce took the slick-filled hand and pushed his fingers into Viktor's mouth, making him gag, then pulled them out and continued thrusting.
Viktor's legs began to give out, his knees buckling and shaking from the overstimulation. He whimpered, "Please, Jayce, I can't—"
Jayce covered Viktor's mouth before pounding harder. "Fuck, Vik, I'm so close," he moaned, voice low and possessive. He released inside the smaller man. Pulling out, Jayce watched as some of the white and sticky liquid dripped from Viktor's red,
Inflamed, puffy hole.
Jayce tucked his dick back into his pants, zipping them up, watching Viktor's legs shake uncontrollably. Grabbing his waist once more, he turned the smaller man to face him. Viktor's eyes were glassy, tears and snot streaking his face. Jayce looked down at the ground where Viktor's underwear and slacks lay.
Viktor coughed, wiping tears and snot on his sleeve. Jayce bent down and handed him his cane with a smile.
Viktor's legs were still trembling as he tried to steady himself, still pantless, glaring up at Jayce with daggers in his eyes.
"Will you give me my pants, or do I no longer have the privilege of wearing those as well?" he asked, voice traced with venom.
Jayce blinked, confused, before picking up the garments and handing them over. Viktor stared at them, then back at him.
"Well don't just stand there. Help me dress myself," he barked.
And Jayce obliged. Viktor was officially marked. The bruises lining his body and cum dripping out his asshole proved it. Viktor was his.