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The unfortunate issue of interspecies platonic partnerships was that one tended to tiptoe around their differing biologies. A deer’s soft steps were informed by their need to stay close to an exit at all times. A bear took up the space as they pleased. It was natural for minor conflicts to occur.
However, Jayce had been more than accommodating of Viktor’s prey instincts, and made sure that the lab didn’t have any corners where he could feel pinned down. His partner’s niceties even extended outside of their shared space. Jayce would give specific instructions to tailors about the exact size slit that was required in Viktor’s dress pants to allow his fluffy tail to comfortably poke through.
“It’s important to know your size,” Jayce had said, offhandedly. “You know, so everything sits right.”
It had occurred to Viktor that he’d never paid attention to Jayce’s pants, but as he listened to Jayce recite his measurements, Viktor had been sent into shock at the difference between the inseam and crotch. What was Jayce hiding in there? Why did he require so much room?
The encounter had haunted him for days, a shadow at the edge of his near mononocular vision. Any chance Viktor had got, his eyes were darting down to catch a glimpse of the fabled bulk between those thighs. Unfortunately, the cut of Jayce’s pants had concealed what Viktor was truly searching for.
It was on a cool night that Viktor’s prayers had been answered. Hibernation season drew closer, and as Jayce’s body grew lethargic, his sensibilities had thinned. The bear had walked into the lab, in a pair of sweatpants.
Nothing had been left to the imagination beneath the grey cotton. Powerful thighs pushed the impressively-sized, flaccid meat forwards with each step. The heft of Jayce’s balls alone must have been a heavy burden to carry.
Viktor had froze, a deer in headlights, ears towards the sky. Jayce then paused his hypnotising approach.
“Oh, sorry, Viktor. I know it’s not very formal of me, but my other pants don’t fit me right now. I hope that’s okay.”
Viktor had been so distracted by the pendulous balls that he hadn’t even noticed the cut of Jayce’s shirt. Crisp white fabric strained against Jayce’s arms. Viktor’s ears could just about pick up the sound of the threads whining. The bulk that Jayce had been putting on for winter was barely contained, on full display, and Viktor understood that if Jayce were to grab him, and drag him down to his den, there was nothing he could do about it.
“No no, it’s quite alright.” Viktor had licked his lips, hooves shuffling over to a nearby table. Was it possible to be terrified and highly aroused? “You must be tired, you should sit.”
Jayce had nodded, taking a chair opposite Viktor, then dropped into it with a sigh. Unfortunately, progress waited for no man, not even a sleepy bear.
When Viktor’s nerves had settled, some minutes later, he had taken another chance at inspecting what Jayce had been displaying between his legs. It was the wrong decision, because it had made Viktor’s heart-rate beat like a startled rabbit. There was so much room in the crotch of Jayce’s pants, because when he sat down, his balls rested in such a magnificent manner that the man couldn’t close his legs. Not to mention anything of the outline of his cock, pressing against the grey fabric like it demanded attention of its own. Was Jayce even wearing underwear? Or had he come in here, just to taunt Viktor with his obviously virile package?
Whatever reason it was, Viktor was unable to make much progress that day. His thoughts were lost to finding out how he would manage to get his hands on those sweatpants, if only to obtain the measurements for his own purposes.
Viktor didn’t mean to get so close to Jayce’s den, but really, he was just so worried for his partner. How could a bear possibly sleep for so long and not feed themselves? Surely they still had to wake for water, and the habits that came after. Not to mention that hibernating creatures would miss the holiday season, and the passing of the new year. How could Viktor even consider Sky’s warnings as something to follow?
“Oh, Viktor,” Sky, the otter vastaya, had said with a patronising pout. “You shouldn’t disturb Jayce’s hibernation. You know what they say about poking bears, right? If his rest was disturbed, imagine what he would do.”
To you, were the unspoken words, dangling between them.
But Jayce wouldn’t hurt Viktor—would he?
The spare key in Viktor’s pocket was heavy, and itching to open the lock to Jayce’s apartment. He thought back to all those times Jayce had been cautious, to an extraordinary degree, to keep his claws from piercing Viktor’s body. Early on in their partnership, the weighty paws that had slapped onto Viktor’s shoulder had torn little holes in his shirts. Viktor hadn’t been sure if it was due to a lack of restraint, or Jayce’s misunderstanding of his own strength.
“Careful, Jayce, you don’t want to maul your work partner,” Heimerdinger had joked.
The verbal acknowledgement of Jayce’s carelessness, or unrestrained strength, had been what finally changed possessive shoulder claps to open palms on Viktor’s back. Jayce had taken to filing down the sharp edges, and the rips had stopped. Viktor had made a comment about how Jayce was only trying to fit in to appease the prey population, though he wasn’t sure why he’d said it, when he too, was prey.
Jayce’s claws had grown out in the past few weeks, the bear had been too tired to file them down. When Jayce had yawned in the lab, showing off his great maw with almost tusk-like fangs, he’d apologised for it each time, because he saw how Viktor either froze, or turned to flee. Perhaps the only thing that had stopped Viktor from barking a warning call was his solitude. There had never been a herd to alert in their lab. Though he’d been sure crying out would have also mortified Jayce, who had worked so hard to gain the trust of prey.
Still, Viktor believed that Jayce wouldn’t hurt him. The door opened with a soft, inviting click.
Jayce’s apartment was dark, as to be expected for someone sleeping for three months. Snow filtered into the foyer, and Viktor quickly shut the door, trying his best to do so quietly. If there was anything that Viktor was good at, it was being subtle, and unseen. He was much unlike his partner, brash and roaring loud, and excellently witty to entertain even the most prickly of hedgehogs.
Viktor shook out his legs, shedding snow from the fur of his legs, then delicately stepped further inside. The air was thick with sweaty mammal, undercut by sweet grass. Had Viktor not been so used to Jayce’s scent, he might’ve sneezed, instead, it felt comforting.
It had been four weeks since Jayce sleepily declared, “I think it’s time.” Then he had lumbered out of the lab before the first snow had fallen, a week before the other bears were due.
Strange, that prey would be chasing after predator. Well, it’s not like their partnership had been normal from its inception.
Soft grey rugs lined the apartment, leading into the kitchen. Though small, it seemed that every inch of space was effectively utilised to store a number of utensils, from knives for chopping flesh or nut crackers for peanuts. Viktor ran a finger over a fork laid on the bench, seemingly out of place. Oftentimes, Viktor forgot that if he were to perform a dental exam on his partner, he would be reminded that the molars towards Jayce’s throat were used for both crushing and grinding the same plant material that Viktor exclusively fed on. They never talked about the greed of that.
Viktor’s eyes flicked up to investigate the pictures on the wall. There were a few weathered photos of the Talis family; the young cub Jayce, looked back at him sweetly, honey stuck to his nose. Viktor had never been one to consider fawns of his own, but he had to admit, the cub was cute. In another life they may have been childhood friends. On the humming fridge, was a photo of their triumph at the Innovator’s Competition. Viktor wondered if Jayce looked at it each morning when he awoke. Though Jayce normally ate at the lab; perhaps he was always skirting right by the memory.
Viktor strode past the photo, cane soundless on the rugs. He sniffed, following the musky scent to the door of Jayce’s den. It was ajar, of course, for airflow, and because Jayce probably never had to worry about his apartment being broken into.
Imagine what he would do to you.
Viktor’s hide shivered, tail stood at attention. He had come this far, he needed to know that Jayce was okay. In the past, Jayce had mentioned he had hibernated with family. But Jayce was alone this time, and Viktor was a good partner. Thankfully, the doorframe was not so low hanging that Viktor’s stubby horns could catch, but he did have to duck slightly to avoid the yellow tinsel covering the entry. How peculiar. Jayce had never shown interest in celebrating the holidays, considering he would normally miss them.
“Nah, I tried to stay up a few times, but I was delirious. I didn’t remember any of it anyway,” Jayce had told him.
“So you celebrate beforehand, then?”
“I’m too old for it now. Some of the young boars might wake for a peek, but I always sleep right through.”
Viktor remembered that Jayce had seemed resigned to that fate, but seeing the scattered decorations now…
Viktor’s eye caught on something blue, a small box on a shelf—right above Jayce’s slumbering form. A blue blanket was draped across Jayce’s legs and torso, covering what Viktor had ultimately been searching (perhaps foraging) for. Four weeks of rest hadn’t changed Jayce’s form in the slightest, the man held onto his bulk like a, well, a greedy bear. He grumbled softly in his sleep, on the edge of a roar at Viktor’s presence. Frighteningly, Viktor pressed his thighs together. Had he been caught?
But no, Jayce merely snored, his chest rising and falling at a pace slower than Viktor’s own heart beat.
Stepping closer to the edge of the mountains of pillows and blankets, Viktor chanced to lean over Jayce. The bear’s beard had grown out, and he sported a full chest of hair. His Piltie routines had been dashed in the name of preserving calories to sustain life through winter. Galas and pleasantries be damned, this bear before him deserved to follow his instincts. It made for a beautiful view.
To be part of both predator and prey worlds, Jayce had made a number of sacrifices. Living off grass and fruits could be done during the warmer months, which satisfied prey investors, but the low calorie food would never be enough to carry Jayce through winter. However, Jayce still indulged in meat at predator balls. It was all a performance, and sometimes Jayce took joy in it. Viktor saw Jayce for what he was, in a way. A bear performing circus tricks for the crowds. It was no wonder the council hadn’t put him on a ball yet.
Viktor hated attending those predator events, it felt like he was already rotating on the spit, so he politely declined them. Jayce had tried to ease his worries by presenting Viktor as his partner, not to be touched or eaten, and when that hadn’t been persuasive, he’d suggested prey cuffs. Ownership.
To be cuffed meant having protection from other carnivores that might like to see Viktor in their petting zoos, or abattoirs. It was the fastest, visual way to keep them at bay. It also meant that Viktor may be shunned by jealous prey, or thought of as a pleasure whore. Why else would a predator keep prey around, if not to sample from them?
Viktor never gave Jayce an answer to that.
He placed his cane against the nightstand. Jayce seemed alright, but that was never going to satisfy Viktor’s scientific curiosity now that he was here. If what Jayce had said was true, then Viktor doubted Jayce would wake, no matter what he did. Viktor was going to put his thoughts to bed about what Jayce’s cock might look like, and then leave, having filled in the considerable blank.
Viktor steadied himself with one hand on the bed, the other reaching out to pluck the blanket from Jayce’s body.
Janna.
How on Runeterra Jayce had managed to haul around such a generously sized length, Viktor could not say. Jayce’s meat was flaccid, nestled amongst thick curls and laid across and over his pillow-like balls. The un-cut head was angled towards the mattress, halfway down Jayce’s thigh. Did Jayce get lightheaded when at full mast?
Certainly he had to be a shower, not a grower, right?
Perhaps it would require a lifetime of study to understand the intricacies of Jayce’s biology. Viktor might like to undertake that line of inquiry now.
Using his ethically scientific skills, Viktor started with what he could observe. The musk of Jayce’s sack was heady, and overbearing, no doubt having been steeped within the sheets for so long. He chanced a brush of his fingers over those balls, feeling them tighten. No doubt they would have unmatched swinging power, had they the chance to slap against a rear—his own rump. Not that Viktor thought that was a right-minded idea.
He chanced to slip lower, hefting them in his palm. Viktor must bring in a scale to measure them appropriately, for he could only categorise them as: heavy. They were obviously virile and—oh. Jayce’s cock twitched, blood rushing downwards to plump the skin. Viktor stood, transfixed, as it fattened and bobbed, until it was pointing upwards.
The sight made his gut ache. Viktor clapped a hand over his mouth to prevent a bleat from escaping him. He was not in estrus. It was the wrong season. They weren’t even the same species. What other tricks was Jayce concealing?
A fat bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of Jayce’s cock, and Viktor felt his knees weaken in response, ready for mounting. Viktor shuffled further onto the bed to rest his legs. He would not be here long. He would leave very soon. He just needed to get over the feeling of wanting to be licked between his legs, as was customary for deer in season.
One of Jayce’s clawed hands lazily wandered down to grip his length, almost knocking against Viktor’s hand.
Viktor drew back, waiting and watching. It seemed that Jayce was having a rather pleasant dream, judging by his pleased rumbles. This should be Viktor’s limit. He had his data, and now it was time to leave—except that a clawed hand grabbed at his midsection, grasping and pulling until he was snug against the languorous bear. Viktor tried to escape, truly, he did, but Jayce was just so damned heavy; Viktor would risk waking Jayce up with his struggles. Oh dear.
A part of Viktor that was primed for survival seemingly switched off, and acceptance overtook him. He had been correct in his earlier assumption—there was nothing Viktor could do to escape Jayce’s hold. Viktor wasn’t sure why Jayce had even suggested prey cuffs, when a hand could keep him pinned to the mattress.
Jayce pawed at his chest, claws scraping over his ribs and tearing small holes in the fabric of his jumper. He snuffled at Viktor’s neck, as if sampling the quality of his midnight meal. Was Viktor satisfactory? It appeared so, when a paw wrapped around his throat, the other gripping his hip to hold him still. The venison was spread in the sheets, shank and neck claimed for personal consumption.
“Mmh,” Jayce sighed against Viktor’s neck.
Please, don’t wake up. Not now.
Something warm and hard nudged its way between Viktor’s spindly legs. Viktor’s tail moved to the side of its own accord, accepting the wet, sticky length that slid not over his garments, but through the generously sized slit in his pants—right over his throbbing cunt. Jayce’s hips rutted languidly, nestled in Viktor’s folds, as if he had another two months to spare. Would Jayce keep him here for that long, mindlessly rubbing and keeping Viktor dripping? Why was he so wet? Jayce could clamp down on his windpipe at any moment and everything would be over.
“Vik… Viktor?”
Viktor did not turn to peek, his heart jumping in his throat. Seconds ticked away agonisingly slowly. Jayce resumed snoring, hips grinding harder and causing wet sounds to fill the den. Viktor calmed himself, then remembered that Jayce would not remember this. Perhaps he could make use of the situation and gather more data. If the bear had a one track mind currently, maybe he might be able to escape if he could get Jayce to finish.
Viktor pushed back, sliding their cocks together and taking a slice of pleasure for himself. It was wrong, he knew, but if this could be his last moments with Jayce, then he ought to make them worth it. Jayce responded with a guttural growl, claws tightening and pinching the skin under Viktor’s neck. It was a delicate art to please the bear while trying to maintain regular breathing.
“Mnhh, Vik. Wanna give you my cubs,” Jayce slurred. “Gonna keep you… here.”
Viktor bleated, cunt clenching as slick coated Jayce’s length. He could feel it leaking out of his pants, coating the heavy balls now pressed to his ass. When Viktor pressed a hand down to his waist band, he felt the tip of Jayce’s thick cock poking through the top. It was almost a relief. If Jayce came like this, then it would be messy, but there would be no chance of inter-species breeding. Not that Viktor expected his body would be able to handle carrying a heavy babe to term.
But of course, his partner always had other plans. With a strong, backwards push of Jayce’s hips, he freed his cock, then thrusted directly into Viktor’s pliant hole.
“Jayce,” Viktor hissed, hands fisting in the sheets. “You—”
“M’sorry, just a little. Just… a bit more. Feel s’good.”
The head was a stretch, but Viktor managed to relax his body enough to take it, his entrance swallowing his partner like it needed it. With every inch that worked its way deeper, Viktor’s breathing quickened, pants turning into like ah ah ahs.
Jayce didn’t manage to get fully inside before he was snoring again, seemingly spent from his exertions. And there was Viktor, speared on his cock and teased within an inch of his life. Viktor tried to rouse Jayce, but nothing seemed to work. He was merely here to cockwarm the bear back to his slumber.
Viktor eventually tired, and in the dark, warmth of the room, his eyes slipped shut.
Viktor wasn’t sure how long he had slept for when pressure in his pelvis woke him up. Jayce was still bearing down on him like a weighted blanket, though he had slipped his cock out during the night, but was now back again pressing at Viktor’s entrance. There was nothing Viktor could do but take it with a sigh. How many times would a bear get horny during their naps?
As it turned out, Jayce’s cock would nudge him awake frequently, but Viktor never got close enough to cumming. Viktor started to become pliant to it, welcoming him back in with pleased sighs and moans. It wasn’t until his tummy started to gurgle that he realised Jayce really might try to unknowingly keep him here until winter ended. How long would Viktor be able to last as Jayce’s cock warmer, and how difficult was it to make him cum already? Viktor was still aching to cum himself.
In a last ditch effort, Viktor tried feeding Jayce’s fantasies.
“Mine,” Jayce growled.
“Yes, Jayce. Yours. You want me to wear those pretty prey cuffs, don’t you? Ah,” Viktor whimpered as Jayce sped up, chasing release. He gripped at Jayce’s chin, drawing him closer. Jayce had always been known for his obsessive behaviour, so Viktor might as well take advantage of it now. “You should solder them shut, so I can’t take them off, yes? Would you like that? Everybody would know I belong to you. They can salivate as much as they like, but I chose you.”
Jayce’s teeth scraped against Viktor’s neck, hinting at a claiming bite, or a mauling. Viktor had never pushed Jayce’s tendencies this far before, and it was exhilarating to walk that line.
“Gonna give you my cum. So much. Deserve so much.”
“Yes, Jayce, that’s it. Fill me with your c-cubs.”
Jayce gripped Viktor’s hips, driving his fat length as deep as Viktor could take. It was difficult to judge the swinging potential of Jayce’s balls in the bed, but Viktor rated it as adequate, as hot seed flooded his cunt, no doubt spilling into his womb. With each powerful twitch, more cum splurted out, leaking from Viktor’s now lax hole. Viktor almost panicked at the idea of being filled, but it wasn’t mating season, and besides, he’d been sitting on Jayce’s cock for who knows how long; if something were to take, it would’ve already happened. He already had accepted the possibility.
Clearly exhausted, Jayce’s hold slackened on Viktor’s neck, just enough for Viktor to slip out and collapse onto the floor. Survival instincts back online, he scrambled for his cane before remembering he was supposed to be quiet. It would not do to be caught with a gallon of seed stuck to his sticky fur, and lining the inside of his trousers. He might be able to parse the liquid on his calves as snow, or fawnling spots—his had never really faded.
With a much slower pace, Viktor shakily made his way back into the kitchen. He could feel the gape of his hole, and how it couldn’t keep Jayce’s seed inside, even if he tried to. He cleaned off what he could in the sink, he couldn’t risk stepping out into the snow with a wet behind to catch a chill. With the external evidence mostly removed, he left Jayce’s apartment with a new understanding of his place in the chain.
When the snow melted, and spring flowers opened their buds, Jayce returned to the lab, refreshed and more revitalised than usual.
“I missed you,” Jayce said, sheepishly. “Think I dreamt about you.”
“Hmm, did you?”
“Yeah, but, you never remember dreams. Except Hextech, of course…” Jayce launched into the ideas he’d had this morning, manifested from his restful slumber.
Viktor had been ready to hand in his resignation, but Jayce never mentioned what happened over the winter, and Viktor never brought it up. He’d thought about it extensively, journalling, and then promptly burning the memories. The world did not need to know what lay in wait between Jayce’s thighs. It would be a danger to anyone, except Viktor.
At the end of Jayce’s first day back, he presented Viktor with the little blue box he’d spied in the den.
“Jayce?” Viktor said, genuinely surprised to see it again. It rested heavy on the desk between them, about the size of Viktor’s fists.
“I meant to give this to you before I slept, but I wasn’t sure how you’d take it.”
Viktor eyed the box warily, as if it would grow teeth and eat him, but this was supposed to be a gift. He opened the box slowly, sucking in a breath at its gleaming contents.
Cuffs.
They were cool to the touch, crafted in what Viktor believed to be complimentary colours of red and gold, though he could not tell, for he was red-green colourblind. Viktor should reject them. He’d worked astoundingly hard to be taken seriously, and to be cuffed and owned so blatantly was akin to calling him a whore if Jayce did not wed him.
“Jayce, do you understand what it would mean if I wore these?”
“It means you can come with me, when you want to. I can protect you like this. You wouldn’t have to worry about anyone thinking…”
That they want to eat me.
Viktor closed his eyes to think. It was something he could only do around Jayce. The cuffs would make it easier to go home at night. Sky might give him strange looks. Who else did Viktor really answer to? It was not as if he cared so much for others' opinions these days. It might even come in handy if Viktor ran into any medical issues.
When he opened his eyes again, Jayce was still a respectful distance away. Worry crossed the bear’s face, rounded ears turned down. Viktor understood that he didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
They’d never been particularly normal about each other anyway.