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Jayce: why would you leave me?
Viktor: why would you hurt me?
It had been going on for a few months now, unending and torturous. Each start of the week is harder than the last, well, that’s an understatement. It was agonizing beyond belief. Viktor has been going through the unnerving process of dying, against his wishes. Not that death is particularly something you can avoid per your wishes, but there’s a way to avoid the pain of slowly dying.
That being, for Viktor, was just to simply end it beforehand. Before this sickening illness of his got too critical, too lethal. He’d wanted to live, but to die was a stronger feeling. And to die at his own time, with that stated, he planned to kill himself.
He’d do it secretly, quickly and without much of a scene to leave behind. No blood, no gruesome discovery. This left a singular option to the scientist, one easy to achieve and easier to digest amongst the rest. Drowning. Now, this sounded easier than it was to actually do. Especially when the body fights and strives for oxygen upon other things. Viktor knew this, knew it would be near impossible without something of force to keep him from going up for air.
The man decided to go to an old friend, someone he knew wouldn’t mind helping him with the task. A doctor, of sorts. The doctor asked repeatedly if he’d wish for another way, a way to withhold his illness and allow for his mortality to thrive. But, alas, Viktor shook it away, vowing he’d rather end it than extend it.
“Put a drug in me, one.., one that’ll cause me to go docile..,” Viktor spoke, head dipping as he leaned against a nearby cracking wall. The doctor nodded as he turned, eyes lowered. “I suppose I have something in mind for that,” Viktor felt his throat tightening, drying. There was nothing quite like discussing your own demise, it was gritty and soulless.
They talked for hours, too. The doctor brought a drug, told him the pros and the cons. Pros consisting of the fact he’d go numb, placid. But he’d be conscious and completely aware, just unable to act on anything. Even basic instinct. It sounded terrifying, horrid. But life was worse, especially with these iron plates stretched to his spine and leg. He didn’t want to die, he didn’t. He just needed the pain and suffering to halt, forever .
Viktor has been suicidal for years now, it wasn’t one that was outwardly depressive or exampliry of such. He was perceived as happy, content. Truth be told he generally was, Jayce usually made sure of that. Jayce. Viktor tasted the thought, his eyes skimming over the purplish vial the doctor handed him. Shit.
Jayce would be one of the few he’d decide not to go through this plan for. He cared for his best friend, his partner. They’d been through it all together, created so many things, uncovered more. As important Jayce was to Viktor he was to him as well, in simpler terms, he cared for the man. But , his death wouldn’t be a woeful incident. Over time the councilman would surely go about his duties, and with his smarts Viktor was positive he could continue on for the both of them.
In all honesty , Viktor was disposable. Useless in all terms of physicality, and even more so in emotional dependability. He tilted the vial, lungs rising with a cool air only the Undercity brought. The water was near, ready and waving. He’d seen that creature of sorts frolicking in it as a child, used to wish, if he had legs he could join. Freedom of his limitations, himself.
Viktor’s brows tensed, the fair skin on his face flushing over as the edges of his eyes reddened. “How quick does one drown?” His voice is a low hum, echoing dolefully. The doctor sits beside him, his gaze afar against the ripples of the mucky water. “Depends on the person, some only twenty seconds, till unconsciousness, death doesn’t settle in till approximately the three minute marker,”
The man continues but it all goes in and out of Viktor’s ears, what did it matter how long it took? He’d still die regardless, so what if he suffered a few extra seconds or possible minutes? It’s better than week—, no, month long agony into illness-stricken death. He didn’t want people to see him like that. Shriveled up and rotting from the inside out, wasted potential. Viktor smiled at himself, expression grave.
Too much pride etched into his bones to unravel that way, yet here he was, discussing a suicide. It was all the same, he’d mummify eventually regardless of whether he committed it or his sickness did. “There’s also the possibility of—” Viktor ignored his speech, instead standing as he slowly dropped his cane. The doctor looked up at him whimsically, the whole thing was extremely off putting.
“ Well ,” Viktor’s accent was thick as he tossed a darkened gaze into the waters, “I suppose there’s no time like the present, huh.” The doctor coughed lowly, body moving to give space to him. Viktor scraped his sights to the vial, his hand a sickly pale contrast. It was so bony, so frail, so weakened. Has there ever been a time he was in his prime? Now that he thinks back on it, perhaps the closest thing to his prime was meeting Jayce.
Just as he helped the man, Viktor was ultimately saved as well. From boredom of lifely endeavors and guileless prancing as an assistant. But he was so tired, so exhausted. Burnt out of his soul glimmering hopes, as faith was nothing but a disappointment of memory. “Tell them I fell in, that my legs gave out and I couldn’t swim,” Viktor grits around his teeth, the words coming out in a shallow wobble. So this is it?
He cranks the vial open, a smelly, almost orangish fog fumes out. Casting his face into a soft cringe and exuding a small noise from the male, “Ah, yes, it smells awful, apologies,” The doctor speaks from behind, voice dull. Death was in the present and nobody was going to stop it, for a second, Viktor is fearful, but only a second.
The vial shifts in his hand as he places it to his rouge lips, skin prickling with goosebumps as the smell lingers into his nostrils. Again, fear elivates, but it’s tangible and easy to grab a hang of. He tilts his head back, the slightly bubbling concoction reaching his skittish tongue. Aside from the smell, color, and the rancid idea of it, it was entirely tasteless. Viktor managed to down it in one swift intake, his veins going ablaze as the goosebumps reached a vexing point of shock down his metallic spine.
It was more so the immediate realization this was really about to happen that startled him, not the sudden hands at his back. “Easy, easy, I’m just here to lend you a hand into the water.” The doctor is once more, unusually unaffected. Viktor grew up around this man, was his death really this monotonous? Oh well, Viktor gulps, the liquid sending a further shiver down his body. It’s done.
His skin tingles, his mind wavers, the feeling of water once shocking now numbing. It was so very cold, so uninviting. His head lolled to the side, orbs searching only to roll into his skull. His breath hitched as his chest finally submerged, his throat now forcefully swallowing due to the water hitting it. He wasn’t exactly trying to stop the now inevitable, but his body was resisting against the whole act.
Viktor’s hands sluggishly, almost feverishly, attempted to cling to the hand now snaking around his chest. “Viktor?” The doctor questioned, heat of the other's body bringing a soft fuzziness over Viktor’s brain. He was beginning to see nothing but makeshift symbols in the haze, his nose prickling uncomfortably. Viktor opened his mouth to reply, to let the man know ‘keep going ’. All that came out was saliva drooling down his chin, his throat getting full of breathless noises.
A languid, undistinguishable noise left him, eyes slipping open into the area only to flutter shut again. He couldn’t understand if the doctor spoke again, or if anyone spoke, all he knew was there was another pair of unidentifiable hands on his torso. Tugging erratically, violently, impulsively. There’s a sharp snarl, something viscous and loud. Viktor groans, his head thumping against something rough only to fall into the water.
Fuck. Viktor loosely wanders, fingers twitching, toes curling, why all the chaos. He does not move, he can’t if he wants too, he doesn’t. Whatever just happened was nothing but a hazy mess, he can distantly hear commotion, fighting, he assumes, he doesn’t care. His brain wreaks havoc, begs for him to regain consciousness, he doesn’t. He cannot.
As his lungs catch onto a bubble of water, his body flinches forward, cheeks rounding out as more water plunges in. I’m scared. Finally. Never ending thoughts contradicting previous ones, never ending thoughts alluding his mind from the fact he was actually fucking dying. Although, he has been dying, daily, as does everyone else. This way is just quicker, albeit easier if he must say so himself.
That is until two large hands grip his limp body, pulling him up sternly from his arms. Viktor can’t even cough, he feels the need to as soon as air hits his face but his body has not the strength. He gurgles, eyes still faintly attempting to fold open. Who the hell would deprive him of this? Who the fuck was delaying this? Viktor choked, head falling back only to be promptly brought forward by the opposer’s free hand.
There’s a voice, familiarity lingers in it. Viktor nods in the vocals, his mouth gaping as the force of water trickles out. Suddenly he’s on his side, the harsh pavement rubbing against his dampened undershirt. Cutting and tearing, till he realizes perhaps it wasn’t just water but now blood flowing off his flesh. He hears a strangled sob, painful and deep, like a grunting animal in the wake of a hunt.
Viktor unleashes all of the water, his lungs greedily taking in the air they so desperately craved. He can’t help the hollowed out feeling, so vacant and raw. Tears stream his wetted cheeks, hot and electrifying. He feels utterly helpless, not even his own suicide was a success. The man forces an eye open, blurry orbs filled with tears uncover another man. He’s covered in water himself, Viktor faintly sees blood spotting his clothes, his face.
There’s a crazed look in the eyes, those eyes. “ Jayce —” Viktor croaks, his entire body doubling over as the drug proceeds to overtake him. How long did this shit last? Forever? The thought made the male grunt more, he couldn’t even move his hands to hide his embarrassment, his emotions. Jayce’s eyes pingponged back and forth between every crevice and twitch of Viktor’s body, his chest rising and falling drastically as his mind ran miles.
He wanted to protect him, he wanted to hold him, he wanted to care for him. He couldn’t have him doing this, he couldn’t have him dying, he couldn’t. He needed to lock him up, fuck, he needed to do something. “You idiot..,” Jayce mumbled, eyes seemingly growing bloodshot by the second. Viktor blinked, expecting to stare at his broken friend a second longer, but the minute his eyes closed he felt his mind succumb to slumber.
Please, please be it.
+
The sound of waves crashing, the smell of rain falling. All of those are comforting factors, earthly beauty. Viktor can smell the warmth of clean cotton sheets, and feel the fluffiness of the pillows accompanying it. All of which should be cozy, warm, gentle. It was not. Viktor inhaled sharply, the desire to itch an itch at his scalp detained by the fact he couldn’t bring his hands up.
He knew he was in Jayce’s corridors by the pure husky oder coating the entirety of the bed. He couldn’t see, yet knew it was dark by the fact no birds were chirping and no voices were humming. It’s been three days now, tied up, bound from legs to hands. He thought, maybe, he could move at least his body, but there was a sickly tight strap around his neck, holding him to only a few twists of movement.
Viktor was unsure what caused Jayce to do such a thing, fear or something along the lines of cracked insanity, whatever it was it felt suffocating. Jayce has come to visit him two times in the last three days, and each time has been at night, when Jayce would come to force feed him water and porridge. At this point, Viktor has spit several forms of profanities.
He didn’t hate Jayce, could never. Viktor understood a certain level of psychology behind his actions, hell, he’s studied him in the time he’s spent tied up. Nobody else had come by but Jayce, nobody would either. Aside from Sky, who knows where she is, anyway. He was sure about one thing, Jayce has locked him up inside the councilman’s room. The reasoning.., Viktor assumes to prolong the process of the sickly scientist running off again.
It was entirely plausible, Jayce was the type to act before he thought. Even in the lab Viktor was always the one giving the big questions as Jayce went to action. He’s known him for a little over a few years now, Jayce isn’t sadistic, he wouldn’t just do this to do it. He had a reason, and if Viktor could just talk to him..
But the man hardly let him breathe whilst eating or drinking, as soon as he’d finished either one - Jayce was up and out of the room. Viktor has not attempted to yell for a guard or whatever is near, he didn't feel like he was particularly in danger. It was the opposite, just in a very unorthodox way. Tonight Jayce would come by again to feed him, tonight will be the night Viktor gets some answers.
Time passes slowly, it’s been hours since he’d heard the last mouth of a human mutter. There was no indication that anyone was even nearby, it was oddly familiar. This is how he grew up, alone, isolated. He was used to confinement due to his own fears, this wasn’t the suffocating part. It was the fact Jayce, a diligent and hardworking man was wasting effort on keeping him locked up in here.
He wanted to go out without any form of hassle, and now he’s become one of the biggest ones. Viktor groans inwardly at the thought, lips pressing together as he slides onto his side. His wrists don’t hurt, they’re tied with a sort of fabric, but they are certainly growing strained from the awkwardness of not separating them. He knew he must be tied to the bed, the neck bound wouldn’t allow for him to take a step off. Even if he had his thighs were tied just as tight as his hands, Viktor laughed dryly.
There’s no point in tying his legs together.., he couldn’t run if he wished too. He idlely taps a finger to his other hand, toes mimicking the movement as he tiptoed into a state of conspiracy. Perhaps this was Jayce’s way of telling him he wanted the man to live, that he was upset and angry so he showed him by locking him up.
This thought wasn’t far fetched, but then why wouldn’t Jayce yell back at him whenever Viktor would? It didn’t make sense for such a talkative and cocky individual to grow solitary, he always had something to rebuttal with. That may be the most unusual part about this all, the fact Jayce has yet to murmur a single word. And in all honesty, Jayce was incredibly gentle toward the other throughout the years.
Yet for some reason the second he was brought to his bed to recover Jayce had repeatedly left him stinging and burning up from how rough he manhandled him. Whether it be to sit up and drink or to get up and use a restroom. Viktor has no idea why but the male has even ignored the pleas of Viktor whenever he spoke his mind about his foot aching. This was out of character, extremely so.
Suddenly the sound of the door opening alerts him, his fingers and toes squeeze in their joints to a stop. Lips screwing shut as his breathing catches behind a small gulp, he isn’t scared, he’s just concerned and confused.
“Jayce..,” Viktor mumbles as he hears the footsteps close in, light and slow. Like Jayce was in no hurry to aid him. Fuck, he’d been stuck up here for days and he’s supposed to feel fine realizing small things like that? “I don’t want to lay down anymore,.” His voice isn’t exactly demanding, but it is laced with frustration. He feels Jayce sit near his thighs, heat protruding against his flesh in seconds.
Speaking of which, he was in some sleepwear of sorts, his shirt was undoubtedly long. He’d notice whenever he was brought to sit up, like he was right now. Jayce used one large hand, engulfing Viktor’s left shoulder as he pulled him to a sitting position against the headboard. However, for his legs, he felt the cold air still, he assumed he was wearing shorts from how the fabric stopped short near his upper knees. It’s sleepwear Jayce has been spotted in before.
“Jayce, won’t you hear me out? At least take off this blindfold.., it does nothing to help soothe me,” Viktor hisses as the feeling of warmth overwhelms his lap. It must be a plate, he moves his bound hands to fiddle with it. Instantly he touches something even hotter, his teeth biting back a grunt as he flinches his hands to his chest. One thing about constructing a sense is that all the other senses are on fire.
There’s a shuffle and then some slight breathing before Viktor feels both of his wrists taken into one palm, bringing them further in front of him. Viktor tilts his head curiously, his nose huffing as air gently blows against the flesh.
“Thanks,” Viktor says, looking to the side, as if he were staring at him. Then his wrists are forgotten to the bed, the sound of silverware is clanking and Viktor knows talking is about to be entirely limited.
The shorter panics, chest rising with great anticipation, “Stop!” Viktor huffs, the yell causing his brain to whirl. But the noises stop, he feels himself relax back against the headboard. Once more, though this time by his own count, he extends his hands to Jayce. Till they reach his chest, Viktor furrows his brows taking in the way it pounded.
He didn’t seem to be freaking out, why was his heart beating so damn fast..? “Hey, are you okay?” Viktor completely forgets his prior intention, instead worrying for his friend. There’s a grumble, low and deep, before the plate on his lap is brought away. He hears it clink onto the bedside table, Viktor sits up again, desperately trying to keep Jayce still for conversation.
“I’m sorry, Jayce, I shouldn’t have done.., I shouldn’t have tried to do that, I didn’t think about how the people around me would feel. Please, just talk to me, I don’t want to keep on bothering you like this,” Viktor’s tangent is broken with hurried breaths, eager to speak his headache into existence. Silence, all he gets back is pure silence. It’s aggravating. Viktor grits his teeth together, jaw clenching.
That’s when he feels Jayce beginning to move, he hopes it’s to take the blindfold off, but alas in a matter of seconds he feels that familiar metal probing against his lips. Viktor snaps, bound hands smacking at Jayce’s. The silverware clangs against the flooring, leaving an echo of regret. It just was so hard not to become upset, Viktor immediately regains composure, his bound hands going out to grab hold of his friend once again.
Before he can he is yanked by both his wrists, his body toppling over till it’s flush against Jayce. His bound thighs move awkwardly to the side, lap partially on the bed and on Jayce. His hands are held sternly beyond Jayce’s shoulders, extending Viktor’s torso into a strung out bind. Viktor hisses as spikes strike through his leg, his head droops to his collarbones.
There’s nothing but silence and panting, Viktor attempts several times to speak but the second he opens his mouth there’s a yank at his wrists, pulling him further up and onto Jayce. He can’t handle it, the pain is excruciating to his leg let alone his spine. The man doubles over, head hitting Jayce’s shoulder blade. Alas, he’s completely on him, it feels like a sort of bridal style hold, his neck bound is tapering against his flesh, not allowing for anymore maneuvering.
Viktor can’t help the small choke he lets out, breaths mingling with saliva as he draws his head to fall back. Air quickly enters, and he feels as if he’s drowning again. “ Jayce ,” Viktor groans, almost pitifully. There’s another deep grumble, this time stiffened by a loud sigh. There’s no time to think, all Viktor can coherently come up with is more unwanted anger.
“You’re being a horrible friend!” Viktor yells, voice straining into a cough. The hand around his wrists tighten as another hand slings around his waist, pulling him in.
“Don’t fuck with me, Viktor,” Jayce replies, there is entirely no emotion behind his voice.
But he speaks, and Viktor can’t help the triumph over his lips. His grin widens, loose laugh falling out of him as he struggles against the man. He hears Jayce scoff, body nudging them closer to the bed frame. Finally Viktor can breathe, his back up against the wood, legs still situated to the side. It was undoubtedly painful, he tried again, “I’m not fucking with you, I don’t get you, why won’t you let me see you? Why can’t you talk to me? Why can’t I mov—”
Abruptly something invades Viktor’s talking mouth, the man squirms, fingers clawing at Jayce’s hands. His teeth chomp around it defensively, and to his surprise it’s that awful metallic silverware. There must have been two. Viktor let’s out a knotty groan, throat subconsciously swallowing the hot porridge. Jayce pulls it out only once he notices his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Viktor spews, saliva dripping as leftover porridge strings against his teeth. A cough escapes him before another spoonful is forced upon him. His hands are still bound up and over, except this time by Jayce’s shoulder and chin keeping them in place. His other hand was now square down on Viktor’s persisting knee kicks, pushing them downward.
This cycle of coughing, spitting, spoonfuls, swallowing, so on and so forth continued for a solid ten minutes. It wasn’t till Viktor let out a disgruntled sob that Jayce paused, the sounds of both their breaths heavy in the room. All this effort for what? Viktor could eat by himself, he could do this all himself.
“Fuck!” Viktor shouts, exhausted, all his anger fleeting as soon as it leaves him. “Jayce, stop, I can’t do this, I don’t want you to do this.”
Jayce audibly puts the silverware down, his chin releasing Viktor’s hands only for them to limply fall into his lap. He’s so fragile, so weak, Viktor throws his head back against the bed frame. Jayce can’t see it but Viktor is holding back the nastiest cry of his life. “I want it all to stop, please , won’t you stop it already?” It had been the first real time Viktor had begged, with all his pride tarnished and cut into slices.
When there’s no immediate reply Viktor fears it all fell on deaf ears once more, he can’t help the hot strings of tears that escape him. He’s not sensitive. He’s not crying because he’s weak. He’s just so fucking done. So tired of all the shit he’s had to deal with. Year after year, birthday after birthday nothing falters for a second of peace. And now one of his biggest peace-bringers was forcefully shoving him into a food coma, barely uttering a single syllable to him.
“ Viktor ,” Jayce mumbled, voice suddenly closer. Softer. Viktor swallows back the desire to cry at the sincerity in his tone, his shoulders shuddering as hot breath meets his neck. There’s a second of hesitation, but then Viktor feels both of Jayce’s hands wrapping him close. “I’m sorry, I hear you, I do.” Jayce rubs his nose into Viktor’s skin, the man feels goosebumps coarse his body.
He can’t think properly, he understood this was a hug and yet the feeling was rather intense. “I’ve been hearing you, I want to untie you, I do,” Jayce continues, one hand rubbing increasingly lower to Viktor’s mid back. Viktor hums, his bound hands pressing against their stomachs, avoiding any closer contact below. “I will take off your blindfold, if that’s what you want, I just can’t yet.”
Viktor shakes his head, confused, breath hitching as one of Jayce’s hands yank Viktor’s above him. The smaller kneads against the force, his thighs pulling up as a second boundary. Jayce’s nose skimps to his ear, sending a cold wind of gasps from Viktor. But the man quickly avoids the reaction, clenching his mouth closed. “Won’t you eat for me? Please?”
Viktor can’t respond, the hand at his mid back was now lingering at the brim of his shorts. It felt intimidating, and oddly sensual. He dropped his head to the side, attempting to create distances from Jayce’s words hitting his neck. But it only makes the man hustle closer, Viktor’s toes now digging into the man’s thighs. “Jayce, hey,” Viktor huffs, Jayce’s hand slowly rubs up his spine, running over the course metal, only to run back down.
Jayce moves in again, mouth ghosting Viktor’s protruding collarbones. “Get..,” Viktor’s heart hammers, his mind growing hot and fuzzy, “—Please get off,” His voice is in sheer audible shock. Jayce hums in response, mouth opening, Viktor steers his hands in his grasp, teeth biting into his bottom lip. “I’m-” Viktor panics, stomach dropping and heating up in the most unsuspecting of ways.
Suddenly there’s sharp, slick teeth chomping down ever so gently near his collarbones. Viktor gasps, thighs twitching as his hands attempt to yank back down. He can’t move. He can’t fucking move a single inch. It’s formidable how weak he is compared to Jayce. He’s never been on the other side of this man’s pure strength. He’s scared now.
“I want you to stop, now,” Viktor groans, the teeth at his collarbones only hardening at his words. Jayce’s hand probing near the front of Viktor’s shorts, fiddling with the loose tie. What the fuck was going on? Why.., What the fuck? “Im warning you, Jayce,” Viktor pants feeling the hand sink inside his most private of areas. He pushes his waist away, hitting against the bed frame. “Quit!”
Jayce only makes it as a form of getting closer, mouth leaving his presumably now bruising collarbones to reach his neck once again. Viktor can’t fathom what he was doing, or thinking. He’s never felt betrayed but in this very second all thoughts of trust were diminished. Jayce licked over his nape, wet tongue sliding over the bound there. Viktor pulled his hands about, eager to run.
The hand now in his lap fondled over his underwear, slow and deliberate. Viktor hated himself for feeling pleasure, his gut knotting up as warmth spread from his toes to his head. Jayce tugged with his teeth at the neck bound, low grunt leaving his mouth. “Why?” Viktor murmured, voice shaken into a gasp, his jaw went slack as Jayce’s hand pulled through his underwear.
“It’s what you get,” Jayce pulls back, the overwhelming sensation on his upper now relieved. Viktor felt for a second he could breathe, that was until the head of his cock was tugged into a ginger clench. Viktor moaned, not one entirely produced from pleasure but rather shock value. Yet, this only fired Jayce up more. He’s never heard these sounds, touched his body, like this. It was intoxicating.
“ What ..?” Viktor pushed his head into his swollen collarbones, suddenly aware of everything. Jayce slid a thumb over the tip, it was plump and bulging in his hand. For a weak and mellow man Viktor did have a great length to him, “I don’t get it, why would you want to leave me?” Viktor paused, and as if outside of his body, ignored the way his mouth fell agape and let out the naughtiest sounds.
He wasn’t entirely there, Jayce had begun to thump up and down on his cock, sliding his hand skillfully with intent. It was so quick, and slightly painful. His body ached at the position, his head lolling into his collarbones further.
“You’re crazy,” Viktor hummed into a strung out moan, teeth failing to hold it all back.
Jayce chuckled, face coming near again, Viktor tensed feeling that slick tongue on his chin. Licking up the salvia that dropped, almost needily. “Fuck off,” Viktor hissed, throwing his head to the side. He couldn’t lie, he was on the edge of cumming. He didn’t want to, hell who would in this situation. But Jayce knew how to move his hand, where to pull and where to rub, every so often even reaching lower till his nails scraped his inner thighs.
“Don’t be like that,” Jayce groaned, hand sloppily doing its work now as he left Viktor’s wrists to grab hold of his hair. Viktor gasped in pain, hands falling directly over Jayce’s head, locking his bounds around his neck. Jayce seemingly lost control, his hand below leaving Viktor’s privates to grab his throat.
Viktor choked on air, feeling both his hair being tugged and his neck being squashed. The weak man fumbled over nothing, thighs rubbing together either in fear or to finally release what Jayce just stopped.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Jayce whispered, the tone sending shivers down Viktor’s cock. He huffed, eyes opening behind the blindfold, desperate to challenge the other.
“You.., asshole,” He spoke with venom and yet it just sounded so soft, Viktor being discontent or mad at Jayce has never lasted.
Jayce dragged his tongue up and over Viktor’s lips, so fast for the man to process it was done. His thighs rubbing his now dejected member subconsciously.
“Not yet,” Jayce licked over them again, this time Viktor fell languid, unaware just how easy Jayce was molding his body for use. Viktor rarely did these things, if at all. He wasn’t used to how one could tamper with the body in order to have it melting in another’s hands. Jayce on the other hand, this was light work.
With no caution that exact tongue slid into Viktor’s mouth, attacking it deviously. Viktor’s eyes shot open, bound hands now grabbing at Jayce’s shirt. He stopped moving his thighs, all subconscious behavior now loudly harboring inside his confused mind. Jayce let out a moan, lips rubbing sweetly over another pair, tongue mingling with Viktor’s. Viktor huffed, head trying to turn but unable to from both hands keeping it in place.
Jayce pushed a little harder at a point on his nape, instantly Viktor felt light headed, airy. He unwillingly allowed the man for greater access, Jayce bit onto his bottom lip. Viktor groaned, hands unclenching at his shirt. He felt a tongue softly glide over the top of his mouth, feeling over the texture, before going back into another heated kiss. He couldn’t think, Jayce growled into the kiss, and that only broke Viktor’s train of thought more.
Was he really that into this? Viktor’s brows caved upward as the hand at his hair left, his head banged against the frame, but Jayce did not seem to care. He attacked his mouth ruthlessly, tasting him like some prized possession. There was the sound of unzipping, Viktor clocked it but could not do anything to question it. Only when he felt his body being hauled up by his neck did the kissing halt, Viktor scurried, bound hands too weak to stop the motion.
“ Mh’ — Wai ..,” Viktor mewed, voice strangled and loose. Jayce hummed in reply, quickly pulling down Viktor’s lower clothing. Just when he thought he may pass out Jayce lowered him back onto his lap, bare skin meeting another feeling of warm flesh. Viktor screwed his jaw shut, sweat dripping down his body. “I’m sorry,” Jayce mumbled, Viktor shook, twitching, his nose beginning to water with his eyes.
He felt nothing below till he felt everything, suddenly there was another cock flush against his. Both of their parts were pressed together by one of Jayce’s hands. If Viktor thought he had a decent size, compared to Jayce, it was practically toy-sized. Viktor gnawed on his now swollen lips, entirely unraveled. “If you’re sorry, why?” Viktor’s voice barely made it out of his throat.
Jayce began fondling their members together, head leaning against one of Viktor’s shoulders. He felt so heavy, how could someone’s head feel this overbearing? Jayce smelled the man in, Viktor couldn’t see him but yet knew Jayce’s eyes were overlooking the entire thing from where he peered down. There’s no way one man could just instinctively know how to touch another man’s cock, not the way Jayce was.
“You told me once..,” Jayce huffed, free hand going to Viktor’s lips. Viktor cringed inwardly, ever so slightly tilting away, to no avail. “To change the world, I didn’t need to ask for permission..,” His thumb slid over his bottom lip, tugging it down to reveal Viktor’s bottom row of teeth. Viktor flinched, his body growing closer and closer to climax. His shoulders tensed against the weight Jayce applied, hair standing at its ends on his skin.
“So I figured, if I want to change you.., no , fix you, I shouldn’t have to ask for permission.” Viktor couldn’t help the ballsy scoff he let out, face thrusting away from him. Jayce grunted, hand slamming into the wall beside him. It was startling, to say the least. Viktor nuzzled his head to the other side, “That’s ridiculous.., I can’t be fixed, Jayce, you’re— you’re in over your head..,”
Jayce stroked harder, faster, a bruising pace for a man like Viktor who rarely pleasured himself. He couldn’t keep up, Viktor arched against the frame, his metal spine only causing him to hiss in pain, nails dug into the nape of the intruder. “Let go, now!” Viktor whimpered, jaw going slack as his body tingled, it felt good, shit, it felt too good. All common sense left his body, when Jayce kissed him once more he actually opened his mouth.
He wasn’t thinking straight, when someone or something is driving you up a corner, giving your body a much needed release, no shit you’d lose your nickels a few times. Viktor quickly snapped out of it mid tongue suck, hands fumbling off of Jayce to go to his mouth. He covered it, fully pushing his body away till his chest hit the bed.
That didn’t help, at all. Jayce immediately swapped the man onto his back, pulling him near till his cock hit Jayce’s abdomen. Viktor huffed, mouth twitching behind his hands as he held back a yelp. “God, I thought I tied you up, how’re you so damn slippery?” Jayce’s voice was unlike anything Viktor has heard before, it was domineering and aloof. This wasn’t his friend, or his partner, this was Jayce Talis.
He rarely got to meet Jayce Talis, who Jayce was behind closed doors was different to who he was in the lab or public settings. When he did meet him, it was in drunken incidents or last minute intrusions. Jayce has never been rude to Viktor without reason, or really at all even with reason. The only difference was the look in his eyes, they were empty.
Viktor felt a chill run up his spine, he wasn’t sure if it was his cock ready to leak or the feeling that Jayce was looking down on him with that awfully indifferent stare. “You’ve never done this before,” Viktor groaned, feet strutting as Jayce ran their members together again, aggressively rougher. Viktor shrunk into himself, joints cracked at the unusual friction. Jayce leaned over him, free hand going to his mouth again.
The smaller shook and shook but it was all useless, Jayce plunged a thumb into his mouth, grinding it slowly over his tongue. “I’ve wanted to,” Jayce mumbled, voice growing hoarse by the second. He couldn’t respond, the thumb on his mouth sewing his mouth close. Jayce rammed his hips forward, cock sliding way past Viktor’s. The tip hit his belly button, slick precum dribbling into it.
Viktor’s eyes rolled, teeth baring as he attached to the bed. It felt so invasive, his hands grabbed at Jayce’s thick wrist, clawing ruthlessly. Jayce sank his hips back, deep sigh leaving his lungs, the thumb in Viktor’s mouth sliding out only a slight bit. It felt so hot Viktor feared his skin would melt from his bones, as if frustrated Jayce suddenly grunted.
He didn’t mean to, but hearing it Viktor turned, body twisting as the thumb in his mouth fumbled to grab at his lock of hair once again. Viktor gapped, bound hands running to grab the edge of the bed. The sound of the movement creaked in the room, Jayce was stronger, bigger, it only lasted a few seconds before his head was pulled so far back that his spine was bent in the most excruciating way.
Viktor let out a gurgled scream, one not loud enough to erupt anyone if they were nearby. “Sorry,” Jayce hissed, pulling Viktor’s bottom up against his cock. “Just quit that already, V .., stay still,”
Jayce rubbed over his taint, enough to send alarms off in Viktor’s brain. The man banged his hands onto the bed, tears running down the blindfold. “Jayce, Jayce ,” Viktor repeated, each call of the name more desperate than the last.
Jayce hummed, something akin to solace. “Calm down, Viktor, I’m not going to fuck you,” He didn’t want to admit it but he genuinely calmed, his head going limp in Jayce’s hand. Jayce swallowed audibly, Viktor’s thighs were fastened together, nothing needed to keep them in place. So when Jayce’s cock plunged between them, it felt almost like he entered him anyway.
Viktor clung into the bedsheets, body bent over and trapped. Jayce let out a gritty moan, deep and hungry. It sounded so intimate, so near. Viktor closed his mouth, swallowing thickly. He nearly forgot how close he was to cumming, Jayce’s cock brushed his again and again, each thrust more impatient and passionate.
“Damn,” Jayce’s words fell out of his mouth mischievously, Viktor could hear the smirk in his voice. He was used to it in condescending remarks, the smaller panted, thighs growing numb. Suddenly the hand left his hair, Viktor’s face fell into the bed, fast and limply. He tilted it to the side, the ferocity of Jayce’s thrusts causing his head to bounce. If it weren’t for the fact he was growing dizzy from forced lust then he’d definitely have gained a headache by now.
He’s never overextended his body to this amount, Jayce didn’t even let up, he seemed completely fine. “No—,” Viktor drooled, eyes open for no apparent reason at all. They were dilated and hooded, his body convulsed, muscles tensing. A gripping, toe curling moan strung out of his breaths, body twitching over and over in small bursts as cum stringed down his bent stomach.
The shirt far too large, allowed for it to trickle all the way to his chest, some of it hotly slicking over his nipple. Viktor spasamed, face growing flush from the way Jayce rammed faster. “ Oh ,” Jayce gritted, like realization had hit him. Both of his hands went to each hip bone, holding so tight he swore one of them could pop out of place. Viktor twitched again, body going languid. If it weren’t for Jayce’s grip he’d have been spread on the bed.
“ You’re kinda erotic,” Jayce mumbled to himself, like he had yet to notice such. Viktor ignored the dirty tone, ears deciding to finally block it all out. There was a sense of urgency in Jayce’s movements, his abdomen rubbing up and down whenever he was flush against Viktor’s ass. Temptingly, with desire.
There was nothing Viktor thought to do, yet his hands still went to the edge, testingly. Jayce must have caught it, his body hovering over like a weighted blanket. Viktor let out a groan, body suddenly pressing into the mattress. His overstimulated cock now rubbing against the sheets, leaving him all sticky. “ Stop ,” Viktor hissed, one of Jayce’s hands slowly slid up Viktor’s arms, till they reached his hands, where he engulfed the both of them.
His other hand slyly found a place at Viktor’s chin, tilting it to the side with great ease. “Kiss me, I’ll finish right here right now,” Jayce spoke against his lips, breath grazing sensually. Viktor couldn’t help scoffing, his stomach rolling in on itself. How could he do that? Willingly? “Forget it,” Viktor flung his head away, burying it into the bed.
He can’t see, can’t move, whatever Jayce decides will happen, will . Yet, Jayce doesn’t do anything, he starts up a pace again, mouth biting at Viktor’s bound on his nape. He can feel his cock enlarge between his thighs, the veins bulging with greet want. It’s clear he’s on the edge, he lasts long , Viktor loathes the fact he knows this now.
The taller sucks below the bound, only to bite and suck again. It tickles, yet brings a gaugy feeling of arousal. Viktor frowns, unable to get a grip on why this felt so bizarre. “ Jayce ,” Viktor whispers, bound hands sheepishly twisting in Jayce’s grasp, gently sliding a finger over his knuckles. Jayce seemed to twitch, his hips locking forward before stringing back out startled.
Jayce mumbled, breathing heavily as it hit Viktor’s now mess of a neck. “What’re you doing?” His voice is clearly intoxicated with desire, yet it sounds conflicted. Had Viktor touching him really garnered such a reaction? The smaller sighed from the lack of movement, suddenly tired. “Cum already,” Viktor heated at his own words, too tired, too confused, to actually give a damn how it sounded.
It worked. Jayce let go of his hands, only to lock on to his hips again. There was a slight messiness to his thrusts now, like his patience had been worn thin. Viktor whimpered from the velocity, bound hands now moving to his mouth to cover any more noises. “ Vik , don’t, let me hear you..,” Jayce moaned, cock slipping from his thighs, only to run between his ass. Viktor tensed, shoulders caving in as he held his mouth tighter.
Jayce’s breathing grew uneven, his pace slipping as he slid up one final time. Viktor felt his body nearly breaking from how rough the man held him in place, bruises would surely form. Viktor gritted, it all going numb. The hot, gooey liquid spluttered over his backside, his taint, everywhere. Jayce came with a strangled groan, a name rolling off his tongue that Viktor knew belonged only to him.
The large hands on Viktor’s hips ran up to his waist, squeezing the flesh there, what little there was anyway. Viktor pained with a gruff, mouth falling open with angst. “ More ,” Jayce murmured, as if in a daze. Viktor’s eyes shot open, scanning between the darkness, brows furrowing.
It felt like all the blood left his body, he yanked toward the edge of the bed, completely stricken by gut wrenching thoughts. “I thought..-” Viktor cried out stiffly, Jayce sighed aloud, cock sliding up and down his crevice, eyes peering down upon the squirming man. “Mh’ joking,” It didn’t sound like it. Viktor felt light, his fingers sprawling, body shaking.
“Cmere’..,” Jayce whispered, pulling Viktor with ease by his waist. Viktor felt like puking the second he stood on his knees, his head lolling to the side. Jayce wrapped him to his chest, the man’s legs folding uncomfortably. It rang with pain, “ Jayce stop! It.., I,” Viktor couldn’t even speak, it hurt, but all of this hurt. Jayce nuzzled into his hair, hands groping over his clothed chest.
There’s some breathing, some skipped heartbeats, then Jayce abruptly lets go of him. Viktor slumps down, cowering over his knees. He trembles slightly, still vividly shaken up. He can’t tell what Jayce is doing, all he knows is he’s standing now. “I have to take you somewhere, you can’t do anything stupid, alright?”
Viktor can’t help the sudden feeling of relief those words bring, almost like Jayce had broken a dilemma they’d been focusing on. “Okay,” Viktor’s accent runs thick, usually a sign of deception, but Jayce doesn’t catch this. “If you do anything, Viktor, I don’t know what I'll do,” It’s a threat.., Jayce has never threatened him before. It can’t be taken seriously.
He feels cum dripping down his thighs, oh. “Where are we going?” Viktor turns his head up toward the sound of Jayce, both of his bound hands in his lap, as he sits back on his knees. Jayce seems quiet, as if overlooking something. “Bath,” he mumbles, mind clearly somewhere else as he answers. Viktor nods, swallowing, “Ok.”
There’s nothing, till there’s something. Hands unlock the bound around his neck, and God how it feels so freeing. Viktor immediately runs his fingers over the raw area, he could run right now. He couldn’t. Jayce slowly drifted his hand from his neck, down his collarbones, his arms, all the way to the bound at his thighs.
Viktor gulped, air puffing in his chest. There’s hesitation, but eventually his thighs release pressure. Viktor groans, legs unconsciously spreading as they’re undone. Viktor lets out a sigh, head softly falling with ease. “Come here,” Jayce ushers, Viktor doesn’t think when he twitches alive, feet fumbling to work their way off the bed. He feels five pounds lighter, if it were possible.
His toes winch from the feeling of cold stone, Viktor takes a breath, slowly pushing his bound hands between his thighs as he stands. It lasts a second, as soon as he applies pressure onto them a gnawing sensation of leeches drag him down, hips aching and legs throbbing. Viktor hisses as tears immediately probe his eyes, his knees giving way.
“Haha,” Jayce chuckles, grabbing him swiftly by the waist. It overlaps all the way across his belly, he felt so fucking small in this man’s grip. So disgustingly small. Viktor snarls inwardly, nose twitching as he holds onto him for support. There goes any thought of running, not that he could even on a good leg day. Suddenly Jayce’s breath is hitting Viktor’s shoulders, the man must have bent down to his level at some point.
He leaves a small bite at the taunt flesh there, teeth scraping just a bit too roughly. This shirt was far too big for him, it hung loosely on his frame, exposing his top. Viktor clenches his lips shut, hands moving to gently push the attack away. It works, Jayce stops, Viktor doesn’t mean to but his fingers swipe over Jayce’s lips. Viktor shivers, stomach dropping. He’s smiling. He’s smiling so fucking big right now.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Viktor, I..,” Jayce seems to pause, slowly guiding the man with him.
Viktor bares his teeth, already wanting to rebut him. They take a few steps, but it’s too much for Viktor. He stops, head dropping as he pushes all of his weight against Jayce. It was a sign he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t keep walking. He’d have done it before whenever they had to take stairs, and each time he’d do it Jayce knew exactly what to do.
Arms snaked around his body, holding with the utmost force. Viktor’s feet just barely surfaced the ground as he was practically hauled to his side, bound hands gripping Jayce’s arm. He held his entire weight with one arm, how ridiculous.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can control myself around you anymore..,” Jayce mumbled beneath his breath.
Viktor heard it, but he did not acknowledge it. He won’t. He’d have to lose all self respect to allow this, Jayce has another thing coming if he thinks it’ll be this easy to do whatever the fuck it is he’s doing. Whatever just happened, whatever Jayce wants, Viktor doesn’t care. He’s long since stopped caring about things, he loved Jayce, like a brother. But another feeling has begun to bloom, one stronger than any feeling he’s had before.
Remorse. There’s a part of him, deep within, that ignored his inner feelings of betrayal and anger. And felt only the pleasure he’s never experienced before on such a level, that part of him clung to it, relishing in the sensation. it was hidden, and dangerous. Viktor felt Jayce tighten as they turned a corner, a free hand running to Viktor’s chin. They were walking, what could this man possibly do now? Viktor was hunched over, stiffening back a sigh.
Jayce didn’t stop walking as he tilted his head up, Viktor awaited what he only expected to be a kiss. His lips prickled, heart pounding in his throat. He was kissed, but not on the lips, rather directly on the forehead. Viktor’s eyes grew ablaze, blinking away at the darkness. He couldn’t even react before the hand on his chin left, Jayce must have done it on impulse.
Viktor felt his insides churn, heart battering, he dipped his head as he brought his bound hands to his face. Why did his cheeks burn so? What the fuck was actually happening..