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The air was warm, constantly moving and carrying the scent of life everywhere it went. So different than the pit, where the water sat still unless he shifted it in his desperate thirst. Here, there was always a canteen close at hand, always warm food already caught and prepared by someone else. Here, there were soft voices and distant laughter and footsteps passing by the doorway all throughout the day. At night, crickets chirped and children whispered and hands… metallic and cool as they may be… touched him.
Jayce was failing, he knew that, heard the Mag— Viktor's— disapproval as a constant buzzing in his ear. His joints ached with the disappointment, his head spun with the defeat, his own neglect tore at his heart everyday.
Even now, with this other Viktor (whose eyes were almost like the ones he knew, voice kind in nearly the right ways, touch as loving as he'd always hoped for—), even with his body laid out and cleaned, cherished, the wrongness clawed at him.
"No, I-" Jayce tried, even as his hips flexed up into the attention. "I can't, you're not— I'm supposed to stop you."
"Oh, are we going to be difficult today?" Viktor hummed, a delight about his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. Jayce shivered and tried to will himself to pull away.
This Viktor's touch was just as precise as Jayce remembered from years of watching him solder, from watching his hand dance across pages to correct Jayce's notes. Having that attention focused solely on him now was intoxicating. Jayce always found any excuse he could to touch Viktor in the lab, but Viktor rarely initiated it himself.
In other circumstances, this would have been idyllic. A storyline straight out of Jayce's guiltiest wet dreams.
Viktor moved like he had all the time in the world. He traced his cool fingers along Jayce's hipbones, more prominent than they used to be, before returning to his cock. He smeared the wetness he found there with his thumb. Jayce swallowed down a whine, tried to steady his breathing, to keep himself from leaning into the curved wall at his back.
It had been so long since he'd been touched… Touched lovingly, like this.
Jayce steeled himself and wrapped a hand around Viktor's wrist to still it.
"Difficult," he scoffed. "Is that what you call it, that you can't control me like you can everyone else?"
Viktor’s face remained emotionless, though there was something in his eyes…
“I do not wish to control you, Jayce,” he said, still with that eerie, sing-song quality to his voice that made Jayce’s spine crawl. “But I can tell you are not yourself- there is another will at work, though it is obscured to my eyes. I fear that is what is trying to control you-“
“Why?” Jayce spit out, trying to hide the sharp wave of fear as it sluiced through his body. If Viktor found out about the mage…
No, he couldn’t let that happen.
He wracked his brain, throwing out the first comment that came to mind. “Because I’m not easily giving into you?"
Viktor chuckled, not a soft sound Jayce knew from forever ago, but the static of the radio.
“Except you are, Jayce.”
Cold touch of metal burning against skin. Quiet of the garden, so artificial Jayce couldn’t hear even his own breath-
Did he still have a breath?
Viktor was right. Jayce gave in long ago.
He gave in that night when they made magic, didn’t he?
Yet he still wanted to defy Viktor — not because there was a chance to fix this, not because he had hope. It was for the spark of almost gold flashing in Viktor’s eyes when Jayce pushed back, the hint of emotion on the always disturbingly serene face.
Jayce knew he lost, so why couldn’t he have some fun before the world crumbled into nothingness?
“You want me on my knees, oh wise sage?” Jayce smiled. “So make me kneel.”
Viktor lifted an eyebrow watching Jayce's going from resigned to almost smug. He remembered that look, in the vague sort of way he remembered anything from the before, the one Jayce always seemed to flash right before he did something for the sole purpose of riling him up.
Always something the other would act almost innocently over until Viktor had no choice but to walk away before he did something that would have abruptly and irrevocably changed the relationship between them. How he had spent those nights wishing for the strength that would allow him to put the larger man over his knees. To hold him down and fuck him until he was sweet and pliant and begging to be forgiven for his attitude.
All things he could now do, and, judging by the flush spreading up Jayce's neck, all things his partner wanted, on some level, for him to do. Even as he flinched away when Viktor's hand got close to him, there was no hiding his desire.
"Jayce," Viktor said, drawing out the other’s name like something to savor, "I'm not sure what you think this behavior is going to get you, but if all you want is to be on your knees for me, there are easier ways to get there."
Still, if Jayce needed help then who was Viktor to deny him? He was nothing if not a gracious and giving man. He got closer and reached out. His fingers scratching along the handsome scruff now gracing Jayce's jawline, lingering only a bit before trailing down almost lazily before gently squeezing the other's throat.
Then a little harder when all Jayce did was stare at him with challenge in his eyes.
"Now. Down Boy."
It shouldn’t feel good, the sleek coolness of the bio-metal on his throat. Shouldn’t send adrenaline and need rushing down to Jayce’s gut, his muscles warring between tensing in anger and going limp as a rag doll at the quiet display of dominance. Fuck that did things to him. But if he was doomed to fail every time he was presented with the temptation of Viktor, he was at least going to make him work for it.
Through sheer willpower he managed not to scrabble desperately to his knees. His body seemed intent on a multi-front betrayal though, a traitorous whimper slipping out before he could stop it. The smile that lifted the corners of Viktor’s lips was as subtle as it was feral and oh shit was Jayce in trouble. His heart hammered and his eyes went wide, a deer that only just realized it was being stalked by a wolf.
“I’ve always found your determination admirable.” Viktor said, slowly leaning in. Deft fingers digging rhythmically into the soft flesh of Jayce’s throat without releasing the pressure. “But we both know what you need, Jayce," he purred against the shell of his ear, “Stop denying us both and let me make you fall apart.”
Jayce couldn’t hide the shiver those words sent through his body once more. Viktor noticed, of course he did. Jayce could see it in the way the corner of Viktor’s lips subtly twitched upward as he leaned back just enough to look at him, feel it in the way the hand not around his throat grazed his cheek. Jayce fought against himself not to lean into that touch. With a teasing sort of leisure to his caress, as if he already knew how this would end, Viktor moved lower and lower, until his fingers found Jayce’s cock again. Viktor wrapped his hand around it, featherlight and loose with the whisper of promised pleasure. Jayce pursed his lips to muffle a groan.
Viktor’s gaze swept over him, studying. Jayce stared right back.
Something seemed to flicker within those eyes. A realization. Viktor leaned forward, their lips brushing for only a moment before he rested his forehead against Jayce’s own, so damned much like affection it made Jayce’s heart squeeze in his chest alongside the hold on his throat. Jayce tensed and a small, broken sound escaped past his lips.
“Let us have this moment,” Viktor continued, his thumb swiping over the head of Jayce’s cock. “Together.”
He throbbed in Viktor's grip, breath hitching as that sharp gaze bore into him. His resolve was hanging by a thread, and it was clear by the smirk gracing Viktor's lips that he saw right through him.
It all happened so fast. One moment Jayce was squirming under his skillful touch and intense scrutiny, the last of his willpower beginning to crumble. The next, a metallic foot swept his good leg out from under him and he collapsed to his knees with a groan, bare ass on the strangely soft dirt. Viktor's hand gripped his chin and tilted his head back to look up at the herald now looming above him.
"Mmm... good boy," he breathed, an infuriating lilt to his voice. Jayce tried to wrench himself away, but the grip on his jaw was unshakable. "Was that so hard, Man of Progress?"
Jayce’s gaze flittered down to eye level, where he met with Viktor’s hardened cock straining against his robes. The drop of praise shot a current of pleasure through Jayce’s spine. It made him immediately, increasingly spiteful. He shouldn’t be here—shouldn’t be enjoying this, entertaining this—he had come here to fulfill his duty, not… this. But he couldn't exactly see a way out anymore, either—and admittedly, he didn't want to. For a moment he battled between conflicting urges; wanting to give in, wanting to lash out. He shoved away then impulse to obey for more praise, settling instead on fighting back and forcing himself to meet Viktor’s eyes with a mischievous glint.
He wasn’t ready to submit, even if his body was not-so-secretly begging for it. He managed to steel himself against his baser instincts, at least enough to bite back, in spite of his leaking cock and shuddering limbs.
“I guess not,” Jayce said with a small scoff, nodding with what little slack he was given to move at Viktor’s erection. “But it looks like you are. Am I really supposed to believe you want me to give in when you’re enjoying this that much? Bet you were waiting for me this whole time, hoping I’d come beg for you back. Too bad, Viktor—I didn’t come here to kiss and make up. I came here to put an end to our mistakes. Starting with your new life.”
He knew he was risking it with that last tidbit—some part of him was hoping it would shock Viktor enough that he’d loosen his hold and let Jayce break free. Then, maybe, he could get some space and clear his head, center his resolve and put an end to all of this. But he’d miscalculated the effect. It was wishful thinking in the first place. Viktor’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, almost cold for the split second he was allowed to observe them.
Then the grip on his jaw was released abruptly, and for a second his head lolled forward before a metallic hand yanked it backwards with a tight grip in his hair. Jayce moaned—or rather, yelped—at the motion as Viktor traced his other hand back up Jayce’s throat, his changed eyes focused and fevered as they followed his fingers path.
Jayce’s breath hitched as he braced for more choking; only to be pleasantly surprised by Viktor’s thumb sliding across his lips and into his mouth instead. Viktor tugged his lower jaw down, metallic-tasting digit holding his mouth firmly open. He could feel his jaw pop against the strain. Jayce tried to thrash his head to free himself again; but was promptly stopped when Viktor’s hold on his hair tightened painfully, the fingers of his other hand finding firm hold under his chin. Viktor foot shifted over Jayce’s twitching cock and pressed down on it just enough to be uncomfortable without being outright painful, causing Jayce's hips to roll and a pathetic noise to spill from his lips. He huffed in ragged breaths, attempting to ground himself.
His eyes met Viktor’s with what is undoubtedly a desperate, indignant expression. Viktor, for his part, looked thrilled. At least one of them was getting the results they expected, it seemed.
“Am I supposed to believe that you aren’t enjoying yourself as well? You did come back for me, did you not? And here you are, now, on your knees for me. Begging takes many forms. Any onlooker would consider this close enough—and I have time yet to break you out of these stubborn denials. Just look at you, Jayce… aren’t you tired of fighting me? Fighting your own desire? No doubt you would love it if I let you come undone just like this,” he purred as his thumb twists around the pool of saliva on his tongue, foot sliding up so his heel could press deeper into Jayce’s crotch.
Jayce had to squeeze his eyes shut to center himself—another grave miscalculation. He felt the air shift as Viktor moved closer, putting all his weight for a second on Jayce’s cock as he stepped on him. Stars bloomed behind his eyelids, the flare of pain from that flash of full-weighted pressure dizzying. By the time he opened his eyes again, tear-lined and breathless, Viktor’s uncovered cock was but an inch from his face.
“I think,” Viktor said with a sigh as the head of his cock slid into Jayce’s mouth, his thumb still pressed against his tongue to hold it wide open. “You’ve said more than enough. Your body is clearly more honest than your words. Time to put this pretty mouth of yours to better use than spinning lies, hm?”
He had no time to even think of a rebuttal before Viktor pulled at his hair hard, thrusting both Jayce’s face and his own hips forward as he sheathed his cock down Jayce’s throat with one fluid, brutal motion. The only response was a flurry of truly mortifying wet, gagged noises, saliva rolling out of one corner of Jayce's mouth and down his throat. More tears pricked at his eyes as he felt his resolve slipping entirely out of his grasp. Maybe, he realized, submitting isn't exactly a choice anymore; but rather an inevitability.
Jayce fought back a groan as the pressure on his cock increased once more. The metal pattern of Viktor's foot biting into the sensitive flesh as Viktor's fingers tighten in his hair. Pushing deeper into the tight constraints of his throat. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as Viktor withdrew just enough for a ragged breath to be sucked in. Drool and snot making a mess of his face as Viktor tilted his jaw upward.
"Enjoy that breath, Jayce. Or learn to breathe through your nose." It was the only warning Jayce received before Viktor thrust forward again, forcing the man's nose to his metallic hip bones as he set a brutal pace. Ruining his throat further as tears began falling down his cheeks.
“That’s it, Jayce.” Viktor cooed, lacing his fingers in Jayce’s hair, intertwining them with the soft locks of dark brown, feeling the vibrations of Jayce’s muffled sobs vibrating around his cock, indulging himself in the soft wet heat. “You’re being such a good boy, now.”
“You take me so well,” he panted, moving a gentle hand to thumb away the tears rolling down Jayce’s cheek, giving Jayce only a tender moment of relief before snapping his hips forward. “You were meant to take me like this.”
“So messy, Jayce,” Viktor continued, in that static hum, and lightened the pressure of his foot in to a caress of Jayce’s cock, sliding it up and down the shaft, feeling Jayce leak and drip all over him, never faltering as he sheathed himself in and out of the other man’s mouth.
Jayce’s cheeks flushed in humiliation as he struggled to keep himself from moaning around Viktor’s cock as the other man stroked him with his foot, using his big toe to tease the head.
Jayce gagged as the heat in his stomach coiled tighter, and Viktor squeezed his shaft. His throat was practically milking Viktor’s cock as it hit the back with a sharp thrust.
"Just like that, Jayce,” Viktor said, cruelly swirling his big toe over the head of Jayce’s cock. Jayce squealed, shaking when Viktor did it again, and again, and again. “Mm, so tight.”
Viktor, he thought, completely consumed by the smell of metal and magic, by the taste of Viktor on his tongue and the feel of his hands in Jayce’s hair, his fingers twisting and yanking like all he wanted was Jayce, Jayce, Jayce—
“Jayce!”
Jayce opened his eyes.
Viktor’s head was thrown back, the purple of his throat exposed as he cried to the ceiling. He watched as Viktor gasped, felt him pulse in his mouth, and then his face buzzed when he finally, finally, came down his throat.
The taste of Viktor flooded his mouth, bitter, salty, and vaguely synthetic. Something human but not. It should have bothered him, should have reminded him of his promise, but it only triggered the part of his brain that wanted, needed, to be good. As Viktor poured liquid praise down his throat Jayce couldn't help it, he came fast and hard.
Viktor moaned indulgently, titling Jayce’s face up to hold his eyes as he pumped a few more times down his throat for good measure. It made a sloppy mess of spit and cum leak from the edges of Jayce’s mouth.
“So good for me,” Viktor crooned, trying to pull his cock out, but Jayce chased it with his tongue.
“Greedy,” Viktor teased, “and after being so difficult. Look how hard you came for me, Jayce. You’ve made a mess of us both.”
Jayce followed Viktor’s eyes down to his lap where his softening cock and Viktor’s foot both rested against his thighs, covered in a mix of their fluids. He could tell which splats of cum belonged to Viktor from the dingy rainbow-like effect within, like water mixed with engine oil. Wrong! A part of his brain screamed, and this time he managed to listen, turning his face back up to Viktor with a glare.
“This again? We really are in a mood today aren't we?”
Jayce continued to glare at him wordlessly.
“Very well, if we must repeat the experiment.” He jerked Jayce’s head toward the corner by his chin, forcing him to look at the hammer that always sat there. “Take it and finish what you came to do or get on the bed and take what I give you. You can’t have both.”
It sat there since the first day, since Jayce first let it fall from his grasp with a sob, since he tried and failed to put an end to all this. Viktor hadn’t asked him to give it up, hadn't so much as moved it, for the same reason he felt no fear offering it to Jayce now.
Jayce stared for a long moment before getting awkwardly to his feet, shuffling with one hand braced on the curved wall. He could take it in hand again, he could aim it at Viktor and he knew Viktor wouldn't stop him… he never did, anytime Jayce managed that much.
But, he didn't have the heart for that failure again today, so Jayce turned his gaze from the corner and finished making his way to the bed. With one knee on the edge he looked back at Viktor. Their gazes locked, an understanding passing between them.
Viktor nodded.
“Ass up.”
Jayce had barely complied before Viktor was on him, stuffing lube into his perpetually loose and exposed hole and then shoving his cock in deep. Jayce's punched out groan was quickly followed by a pathetic keening as Viktor’s lubed hand reached around and took hold of his limp cock.
Jayce's hips stuttered weakly as Viktor gave a particularly cruel twist of his hand over Jayce's over-sensitive head. Thighs clenching just enough to make Viktor’s cock feel that much bigger. While the human body could accommodate many things, he could never get quite used to just how large the other was.
He felt caught and split open, a weak struggling prey creature at the mercy of the circling carrion bird, and he was helpless to do anything but succumb the sheer onslaught of pleasure. Every short grinding thrust along his prostate sanded a little more of him down, a fine grit shaving off just enough for him to vaguely notice the absence before finding it filled more thoroughly by The Herald.
Jayce had a feather light thought where he wondered if he was able to look through his skin could he see Viktor growing inside of him or was even that sensation just another thing in his head.
If it was he wasn't sure he wanted to know. If he listened to Viktor then all he needed to do was feel. He pressed himself back hard using that godfuckpleasurepain to clear away anything that he didn't want to think about. Which in that minute was everything except for Viktor.
"Nothing to say then? After all your arguing and fighting all you needed was a cock in you to make you docile?" His voice took on that slightly harsher mechanical tone that it did whenever the part that was more… Other than Viktor had the stronger hold.
The shudder rolling up Jayce's body was only mostly arousal.
Though before he could find a reply Viktor used his still messy hand to shove Jayce's, thankfully good, leg underneath him. The stretch in his limbs was obscene, the sudden tilt of his hips giving Viktor more access, more space to fill, and Jayce felt a soul deep moan pulled from him.
"What was that Jayce? Repeat that for me." He could hear the smirk in Viktor's voice as he gave another almost brutal thrust.
Jayce bit his lip hard as a pitiful whine crept up his throat, a sinewy hand snaking around to cut the sound off with a firm squeeze and a mocking laugh. His focus narrowed, and he became acutely aware of every sensation and sound- the wet slap against his skin with each hard thrust of Viktor's hips, the thud of his own racing pulse in his ears, the jolt of pleasure as Viktor repeatedly rammed into his prostate, breaking him apart piece by piece as he claimed him.
The last of his resolve was crumbling as the edges of his vision grew fuzzy, the grip around his throat letting up just enough for him to gasp a shuddering breath before coiling back around him like a snake entrapping its prey. Grunts and gargled moans escaped him, his mind full of nothing but Viktor, Viktor, Viktor.
If his snake wanted to swallow him whole, who was he to deny him?
"Yours," he rasped, as teeth sunk into his shoulder with a possessive growl and Viktor's thrusting grew erratic, "I'm yours."
A low hum of satisfaction rolled through his shoulder in response, just before Viktor's mouth released his hold on it with a wet pop. His breath was hot when it found itself exhaled against Jayce's ear; the sharp juts of his hips dug into the soft crease between Jayce's thighs and ass as Viktor rammed against his overstimulated prostate in sloppy but violent motions. His own limp dick leaked uselessly as it flopped with the force, no longer cradled in Viktor's cool touch.
Jayce tried in earnest to earn more of Viktor's approval, to keep giving voice to that truth: I'm yours, Viktor—yours, yours, yours; but his voice faltered out into breathy, unintelligible mutterings instead. He'd reduced to a mess of nothing more than small moans and yelps as his mind blurred with pleasure.
"That's right," Viktor said, pressing their faces together. Jayce could just make out that familiar gold out of the corner of his eye; an undefinable expression that burned hot enough to scorch Jayce from the inside out. His voice was strained between heavy breaths as he chased relentlessly towards his own climax. "And that's what you always will be, Jayce: mine, and mine alone—shit—"
Jayce and Viktor shuddered in sync as Viktor's seed painted his insides. Liquid heat jolted through him, filling him with thick streams that left every atom and molecule of his body lighting up in response. The noises that continued to spill out of his mouth felt delirious and desperate; but luckily they're mostly drowned out by the low, melodic sound of Viktor's moaning as he came. There was a resonance behind it—an echo that vibrated through his bones. A hand gabbed at Jayce's jaw aggressively, yanking it towards Viktor's face and dragging their lips together in a sloppy, breathless kiss that merged their moans into one. Jayce's mind and body melted as a tear rolled down his cheek: one devoid of sorrow, and caused rather by utter elation.
As they each basked in the moment to catch their breath, his body sung. He was exhausted; a truly mind-numbed and fucked-out mess from their exchange… yet, as Viktor collapsed his weight atop Jayce and the cum started to settle in his hole, he felt himself miraculously, impossibly, re-hardening. A warm buzzing sensation settled thorough him, and suddenly he felt the impulse to beg for more as his spent cock throbbed and grew. It was beyond reason, overstimulating, almost painful if not for how it washed him in waves of resounding ecstasy. By the time Viktor broke their kiss, Jayce's entire frame was trembling with shaky breaths, eyes wet and body pressing back to Viktor's out of instinct.
"Please, Viktor," Jayce said with a broken sob as emotions flooded his tightening chest, head spinning with an unwarranted neediness that somehow translated its way back to fear. "Please, stay. I need you. I need this, just… Don't leave—I-I want to stay here, with you, like this. Forever. Let me stay. I'll be yours, I'll be anything you want. Just let me stay here. Let us stay like this for as long as we can."
His body was moved then, slow and gentle, kind and cherished, rolled onto his back so Viktor could hover over him. Even with the loss of that heavy weight inside him, Jayce was glad of it. That light was back in Viktor's eyes, the shine bright and so human.
"Hush, sweet boy," Viktor cooed, metallic hand caressing Jayce's face. His smile was so like the one Jayce clung too in his mind, lost and alone in the darkness of that ravine. It was a balm and tidal wave, pulling him further under, succumbing more every day.
"I'm never letting you go."