I'm losing track of what it even is, anymore. We are fractured into countless broken topics...
[It is difficult to focus on any one thing with clarity of vision. One pain leads to another, bounces to a betrayal, reflects off a love felt so deeply, on and on... Viktor feels like he's chasing after his own nerves, biting towards an itch he cannot reach. Emotions he cannot sort into place and cope with without outburst or numbness,
He can at least answer a direct question, that's something of a focus to latch onto,]
I felt pity... and guilt. The usual. [what's another dark joke about now? He hates to see Jayce looking at him like that, so at his wits end. Still so vulnerable and scarcely guarded. Surely not as guarded as he should be, with Viktor. This only invited more hurt, yet Viktor has welcomed him to lay besides him and is looking back, with his own weak willed yearning on display,]
To save me, rather than destroy the Hexcore... that I understand. I understood once we returned here and I fully remembered doing much the same to you. Taking away and then forcing the life back into you. Making you live like this... I didn't stop to ask myself if you would want to return.
[Rather, he might have thought it, but it didn't stop him. He made the choice for Jayce and wouldn't let him go even now. For that, he's violated a similar pact between them that Jayce had, reviving Viktor with the hexcore. It didn't need to be spoken, it should have been understood. In that, they're surely "even"... well past fairness or not.]
What I don't understand is... shooting me down. I felt I had- finally been doing good work. The work we always wanted to do. Which is why I welcomed you. Then, you turned your weapon upon me, I fail to grasp why. I fail-... to understand you, Jayce.
[he still doesn't understand the mission Jayce was on. He doesn't understand his future self, confronted each and every moment of infinity with the devastation he wrought. It remains a dead end to him, a missing piece he cannot deduce from surrounding information. Rage and betrayed hurt towards Jayce is all he can see as the greater picture, what should one lost part matter?]
[ pity. he felt pity. the usual. guilt, jayce could understand. but pity? it felt like a slap in the face, and the stunned, deer-in-headlights look remains until jayce finds it better to roll onto his back again. his ears may as well be pinned for life against his skull, but what accompanies is a harsh slant of his brows instead of vulnerable doe eyes. jayce's silence to recompose says enough, and he wonders, briefly, if it was said to wound him on purpose. some freak test to confirm or deny his true feelings, to push him away, or to see just how long he'd bear the pain of his love. it makes him fill his lungs and breathe harder, albiet slowly— they almost sounded like snorts, as one single ear directs itself to viktor.
what's worse is that an outburst isn't the first thing on jayce's mind. it's the lips his gaze wandered to with occasion. it's his neck. overthrown by his scent. it's the angry, wild thought of crushing into him. to taste something, to feel something that will override this ache. something that will prove himself. that would take this all away and make them forget, for a while, that there was a divide to begin with.
that's awful, and he knows it. but he can't help missing him and everything about him. his antlers drag into the dirt as if they could feel the weight, too. he's going to try, one more time.
he was doing good. it was only the magic that would twist his work. jayce swallows, jaw tight, fingers twitching against his leg as if the instinct to reach for viktor is a live wire disguised as a flower bed. ]
Every timeline where I don't take the shot . . . Fails early. Every single one. I die, and you're at the edge of the world forced to shoulder that burden alone. [ jayce ears go from perked up with agitation to flattened again. no matter how fucking frustrated or angry he was, his heart breaks when he remember the clarity of those sad, prismatic eyes. the eyes of a man who has seen his beloved die so many times he's gone numb and would not, could not, let it happen one more time. ] You, from the future . . . Told me this was the only way for us to make it, for us to survive together. Only you could convince me to do something like this to you.
[ jayce's body quivers, every muscle taut, ears flicking, antlers brushing against the space between them, and heat rising beneath his exhaustion. ]
I know it looks like betrayal. I know it hurts. But please . . . Understand. I'm not asking for forgiveness— I just— did it for you. For us. [ his breath catches, hangs with tiny croaks at the back of his throat. even his voice raises a pitch, cracks— ] And the fucked up thing about it is that I would do it again.
[ if it meant he'd save him, and they'd die together rather than alone— he'd break himself and viktor, over and over again. ]
[Jayce rolls away, just to his back, but it says everything to distance them. The impulse to chase is there, spinning up in Viktor like his lured in prey might escape a well crafted web.
He hates that instinct. Resents the inhumanity deeply. Jayce has never been prey to him, nor the other way around. They were so long equals, partners, even when one could have tried to usurp their project they never did. Such respect feels like a long lost memory, but Viktor bites back against himself for such an intrusive thought.
There is no chase. He remains where he's at, slumped to his side, watching Jayce as he speaks. Watching his lips in turn, the flash of his teeth in the mist of the terrarium, lit by only the moon's light filtered through layers of foggy glass.]
Different timelines... that is what the anomaly showed you?
[If they were not literally, right here and now, thrown into a different world then... well, Viktor might dismiss that as a mere delusion. Madness spun up to comfort Jayce when he fell into the pit to starve, alone and forgotten. Self serving fantasies where he got to be the hero, where every issue is a nail and he's the one holding the hammer-
But then, why take such ownership-? Wouldn't a deluded mind wish for absolution, for forgiveness and affirmation of righteousness? Viktor doesn't know. His mind spins in other directions aside from raw instinct now. Calculating different outcomes, interpretations, motivations...
Silent a while in thought, he finally speaks again,]
I would do all I have done to you again. We are the same... Jayce. Inextricably bound by our choices.
[These shared hearts of theirs are guilty, not remorseful]
[ jayce nods; he'd seen it, with his own eyes. the mage would remind him over and over of the outcome if he were to bend to viktor as easily as he does. as much as it is a burning brand on them both, it is truth that jayce cannot fight, cannot hate and certainly cannot feel unforgiving toward. viktor's gaze on him feels like lasers, seers holes into him to the point that he could feel beads of sweat forming at his temples. the boney branch of his tallest antler almost feels like its quivering, pulsing to the beating of his heart that feels harder by the time jayce is lured to turn his head and gaze back, eyes an intense gold and nostrils flared, words pushed through his tooth gap like a harrowing climb forced to divulge. jayce cannot help the slight loom forward, the angle of his antlers catching in rays of moonlight to make himself seen. ]
Am I something to be pitied to you?
[ it is not angry, not accusatory, but more searching, probing, hoping it is not true. low and said almost like a growled whisper, interluded with a guttural snort that seems to call to viktor. his mouth twitches as it pulls down, and unconsciously flexes his arms where his fingers grasp for his own wrist, to rub at the tingling a touch harder. ]
[Viktor's lips press together at the question, at the return of Jayce's gaze onto him. Twitch in conflict with what expression to make. That question should be accusatory, should hold more rage than it does. Viktor already hurled the insult his partner's way, to twist the knife would be easy enough.
Perhaps that is what it will feel like to receive an honest answer. Viktor isn't going to demean him further by playing pretend, masking the feeling he had seeing Jayce ready to do what he wanted to do,]
Only when you're standing on a ledge.
[when Jayce is choosing to forge onward, to fight in ways that don't require a weapon, then Viktor no longer feels such lowly pity for him.]
Wasn't it the same for you-? To find your long ailing partner near to stepping over the aqueduct, as you did...
[ it's immediate, almost defensive, almost another whisper, but it still lands guttural and solid. another chance that jayce has to face him again, sideways, prepared to challenge his view. take the damn knife and sink himself into it. what else would he do when it was viktor who held it? ]
I'd never . . . Look at you like that. Not pity. Not ever.
[ jayce hesitates, searching for the shape of something harder to name, something that had been easier to mutter before, but felt too strong for something so brittle and dangerously edged the way it was (they were) now. his throat works around it before the words finally fall, laced with . . . more. ]
If anything, I— [ jayce stops, breath hitching, and starts again softer, steadier. ] I was upset you'd came to that conclusion. But it wasn't . . . Lesser. Never lesser.
[ the realization of what this means comes in layers. he's hurt by the difference. he's ashamed, humiliated. it could've been anyone, but viktor— gods. his downcast gaze wants to hide in the hole he once fell down. was he too small, up there? unworthy of his partnership?
viktor doesn't always know how to best express himself.
was that jayce's wishful understanding, or the truth, though? his hand curls at his side, like it wants to reach out but doesn't dare. still, there's something unspoken lingering in the air— an ache, a tether, waiting for viktor to give him reason to react to the pooling, fizzing heat under his skin that could blow at the most subtle triggers. jayce drops his hand between them now, palm up and runestone exposed, knuckles sinking into dirt. ]
If it were you in my place the other day, I would've been terrified, too. Even if I were angry.
[ he's . . . starting to understand.
because they are a mirror. because they are two sides of the same coin. because they are each other's favorite regret. ]
Viktor's expression slips, anger washes out like a poorly built structure meant to hold too much back. The mask always slips with Jayce. There is no maintaining composure when faced with his mirror and the well meaning nature his partner upholds even in his darkest hours. They remain a sun and a moon held in too distant an orbit. Viktor wanted to shine with his own light, but was content to do so with what he was given. A humbling metaphor, perhaps, perspective that Viktor cannot function as the center of his own universe. To impose that upon all that is around him is to simply collapse into an all consuming black hole.]
I misjudged, then... I'm sorry.
[Jayce's hand turns to the sky and Viktor slowly reaches out for it. He'll stop if the man flinches away or gives any other indication not to touch him. If not for that, he lays his palm to Jayce's, resting fingers to lace between, intertwine, and lay his hand and wrist to rest upon his partner's. There would be a slight wince to feel his arcane energy spark against that stone, but he'll not pull away from that. It will settle like so much static electricity,]
[ jayce only meets viktor's gaze for a moment before dropping it, his brows worrying a kink, but his hand does not move. he stays at a standstill, his fingers only twitching in response. part of his coherency rings an alarm, but his body, instinct, flips a different switch. his heart skips and trips on its own beat, and what he says next is low, heavy. there is weight on it like an anchor. it doesn't come clean, nor easy, but it does because jayce needs this to begin on a path going forward and not backward. ]
I forgive you.
[ quiet. almost forced through his teeth. it is genuine forgiveness, but it does not come lightly. for one, jayce is increasingly frustrated with himself, crumbling like paper to the static brush of fingers that sets his whole frame on fire and alert. he shouldn't want this. not now— but even his own wants and needs betray him. both on edge and undone, he takes viktor's hand in a tight, coarse grip, every patch of fur on him standing, and his pupils engorging enough to nearly eclipse the honey hazel within them.
his breathing has picked up from the way the rythmic blows of air pull in and out with the rise and fall of his chest. the way his presence fills the back of the car, the way bruised, purple-black battered knuckles protrude and sting with his squeeze. this was animalistic, and jayce is at a crossroads of incertainty, to whether this is his own desire or his new biology— and which one made it worse? does it matter? ]
. . . I—
[ he catches himself. it's the very last of his restraint. ]
[Viktor interjects, knowing the limits of such forgiveness and wishing them stated. He'd held and begged Jayce to never forgive him his many trespasses, despite being sorry. The burden of his choices is something he needs to carry, they cannot merely be shrugged off with pretty words and sentiment.
He feels this way largely because he cannot forgive Jayce what he's done. For all his talk of being past fairness, Viktor still has that balance in mind. He cannot forgive and so there need be limits to his own absolution.
Perhaps out of fear that he'd buckle beneath the strength of Jayce's persistence,]
Jayce, [he'll interject when Jayce catches himself, speaking that name firmly. The look in Jayce's blow out eyes is clear as day, even in the night. Viktor's expression sweetens towards him, slipping out from his own resolution in turn. Oh, that looks says so much... Viktor puts it much too simply,]
[ jayce fixes his jaws tight, feels them grind under the buffer of his molars. it is clear and true, that jayce's forgiveness did not come with a free pass. it did not make things good and well again, especially not by his own sentiment of betrayal and wounded self. it meant that he wanted to try. he wanted to work through it, no matter how long it took for his scars to heal.
he wanted viktor.
and how that rings so very prominent now, of all times. denial would be another sentence. hungry, he was. not enough to feel the stuttering madness that makes his body contort and beg, fall apart, but it is hunger all the same. a start. a fuse, wishing to be lit. a dryness at the back of his throat and an emptiness at the pit of his stomach, isolation in his heart. it is a heat set to boil even lower at the hips, knowing what was to come of it, making his ears pin forward and his tail flag embarassingly behind him once the wires cross. if he tastes, he will lose all sense of discipline. he'll crumble.
and it will make this all so much worse. so much more complicated and like treading across a minefield. but can he resist it? resist him? his lips move without pulling apart, a scowl in the making, brows arched low, and an unconscious presentation of his broken rack, bone white and pearly, cleaned— still formidable. still worth something. still strong.
he can't even think clearly enough to answer what mattered most— their lines in the sand to be respected, until they are ready to shorten the distance, and already— something too primal in jayce wants to breach it. and it will.
he's ruining everything before they truly get started, and viktor isn't doing much to help in how his observation dips honey sweet. jayce hesitates for as long as he can, but he continues as carefully as he could before the stag throws caution to the wind.
he breathes his words out as if they could shatter him. like he hates that he wants. and gods, help him. this wasn't what they needed and yet, his whisper scrapes the very floors: ]
[There's doubt in what that means, but only in the details. The tumultuous this-and-that of their unsorted emotions will bite back at them. It will crowd and possibly consume them. Viktor understands the danger in such chaos, but there is also thrill to such danger. He feels alive, hearing it. He knows what it means in the broader sense, in the bigger picture of them. Jayce wants him; heart, body, soul. He wants to feed on Viktor and fuck him and feel the love in their connection. To get lost in the overwhelming carnality of what they share.
Viktor lifts his hand from Jayce's grasp on it. He reaches forward to cradle his jaw, to push his metallic thumb through his beard and along his cheek with tenderness.
Shepherding him forward, to roll his way over top of Viktor, if only Jayce will be guided along. Submitted and yet still in control, still holding firm to anchor Jayce despite how often that idea sank him,]
[ jayce had been doomed from the start, but now? he was a dead man touch broke free from his grasp to remind him of how weak he was to him. jayce's ears shiver to the contact of his fingertips, great, perked satellites. before he realized just what he was doing to restrain himself, jayce was already pushing the curve of his face into viktor's palm to generate a claiming, scenting rub. whatever words, speeches or banter that crackled through the radio was no more to jayce's focus. everything from sound to smell to taste in the very air he now breathed harsh and flared, could only target viktor.
all there was needed was new intention, an opening, for jayce to spring himself with the guidance as if set loose to buck around in an arena. his legs and hooves struggle to bend and sit, especially where his knee does not comply (something about a living body being more painful than dulled where rusted), but he hurries his angles and bears his weight upon the herald, his hands already a mess of loose soil and long locks of platinum and chestnut. they should close this thing if its still open for the convoy to bear witness. jayce will regret it later, but not now. it's of no concern to him, now.
he is vivid, his heart wild, stuck in this enticing wallop like a trap. like a meal. like his ultimate desire. he hangs so pressed into viktor after his single, tallest antler threatens to scrape the heights of the cybertruck, every curve and bulge clasps against viktor's with urgency— and still a damn perfect fit. the snarl that becomes of him is befitting for a stag in rut, digging fingers into metalic flesh and bone not to hurt, but to absorb, to smell, to press his nose, to meld with— become one with. it's hardly words until the syllables slip into addition, low and like a prayer to war. he has been thinking about him and thinking, and thinking, and imagining, until he went mad with it in his solitude— ]
That's a lie.
[ jayce cannot physically live without him. viktor cannot resist him. the same can be said of one another when the coin's sides are flipped. ]
[Viktor returns to being flat on his back, sinking into the soil behind him with the added weight of Jayce over top him. A moment met with a sigh of relief, of desire being fulfilled. The pressure of his partner returned, at last. That has always been as profound as it is burdensome, to be a part of a pair. To not just be himself, but expand beyond to another man, if only for a moment.
Jayce's nose and mouth paw at his metal shell, while the air around them growing heady with energy, tension, and the musk of animal and ozone clinging to fog. Viktor isn't thinking of decency, of the trunk side remaining rolled up for any to wander by and see them again at one another's throats and so much more. All that he's thinking of is how good it feels, that Jayce is with him again.
His hand falls from Jayce's jaw to his curl, opposite his other hand, around the man's sides to his back. Embracing him with both, pressing all ten fingertips into the plushness of Jayce's muscular back. No wounds, no melted and rotted away skin, the man no longer a corpse. Viktor's grip lightens, having gotten near bruising, realizing he could very well hurt the man beyond his intention if he's not mindful of his strength. His fists bundle up with frustration into whatever clothing Jayce is wearing up top. One hand remains, twisting and pulling up his shirt, so the other can reach to exposed flesh down his lower back. Can expand his palm flat and possessively feeling his partner's skin directly. Viktor's splayed fingers trace firm over curves and musculature, his middle finger bounces as a train upon a track might, following the ridges of Jayce's spine towards his tailbone. There, he finds fluff and his newer addition, which had been so expressive throughout their conversation,
Then, Jayce is growling at him with challenge and Viktor's passion spikes ever further to feel the offense of it, answering with controlled anger,]
Shut up, Jayce- [he'll do this for him, angling to meet Jayce in a forceful and commanding kiss, open mouthed and hungering himself.]
[ it's the most jayce has been freed from the shackles of their greivances. so fucking good. pleasure by viktor's hands unmakes him, there is no one else he wants. unbound by their stacking distrust when they belonged together, it's that togetherness that shapes the illusion of intimacy that sinks into jayce like claws: when they are so coiled ready to spring, when they are all breaths and moans, flesh and blood, membrane and layers sinking into each other. there is nothing that he doesn't want, here. jayce wants what they had, and he is so desperate to chase it that even this— the one thing that would make their climb to consensus and reprive even more riddled with pitfalls is his last resort to feeling that passion, that love— and he is so frantic to seize it anyway, despite the human warning drowning at the back of his mind, strangled by an animal too hungry and a man too desperate to keep the one thing he loved cupped into the containment of his ribs.
it is a relief, to not think of anything else. jayce feels pain from too-tight grips, but he does not object to it, forcing his flesh further into squeezes as it floods him with the sting of intoxicating pleasure. one of the buttons of his buttondown pops from the force, coaxing jayce to rise and pry the rest off. his loins ache, his erection is terribly odd, sudden and uncomfortable in comparison to . . . what it used to be, pushing against fabric until it causes an unbearable shifting against viktor's hips. it's a relief when they dive for each other's mouths, when viktor shuts him up with both lips crushed, teeth scraping and jayce gasping mid lap, his own rough hands yanking at his childhood blanket wrapped as a toga around his nimble frame to take claim. his. all his, the smell on him jayce's and screams mine. even that a proof in the midst of uplifted soil and greens that viktor has not let him go. he does not diverge his mouth to his body yet, exploring viktor's to taste and swallow him whole while fingers push and test the boundaries of the purple-gold crevices like he'd fuck those, too. his tail—
it twitches under viktor's vice, but not to snap from it. no objections. the tuft is raised high, flagged to the side to expose his readiness. his neediness. his obscene want that makes his own scent all the more enticing when he pursues viktor's hand with an arch of his back, all garbled groans and fired demands. ]
[Viktor's not relenting his kiss, not letting Jayce peel away and explore elsewhere. No, he's commanding and chasing Jayce to stay, to entangle their mouths over and over again. To bounce lips off another's between nips and drags of teeth and lashes of hot tongue and breath unneeded. Jayce might need to catch his own, now that he's not so undead, but he'll barely have the chance between how aggressive Viktor's demands for attention are. Unspoken, but full acted out demands.
The shirt his fist was bundled up in is cast aside and Viktor only helps with that. His own garment is unbuckled and unwrapped from his form like he's some present awaiting Jayce's eager acceptance of the gift being given. There's just Jayce's pants left to separate them, which still bundle up Jayce's arousal so much it appear nothing if not painful for the man. Viktor's hands have always been skilled in all things, but they both of them are frantic and feeding that back into one another with each moment. Fumbling to unfasten what is keeping Jayce's bare form from him, Viktor might rip them rather than ease them off his partner with any grace. Who cares, sew them back up later, that's the least of their concerns...
The moment the other man has his pants below the bend of his hips, Viktor's hands are wrapped around him, front and backside. One hand to his cock and the other encircling the base of that fuzzy tail. The latter of which he strokes along first, dragging the pleasing scratch of mechanical fingertips at the furthest underside. Testing out the sensitivity of that new part of Jayce, of what Viktor had yet to handle and needed to understand before proceeding, because he's always curious, always, always seeking to Jayce better, fully, and more completely than he has. A futile endeavor, maybe, but Viktor cannot help his impulses when it comes to Jayce.
[ one may say that jayce is willing to give too much, and isn't he—? he does need to breathe but he does not stray from the shower of immersion in viktor's exgencies. he wants? jayce provides. he is the only one that can match his necessities, the only one who can actually take them without falling apart. jayce puts himself back together at an alarming rate. he crawls back every damn time because he is needed.
he is wanted.
at the expense of a gasp pulled through his gaping lips each time he can, jayce crashes forth the way viktor orders, no qualms when their wants align, with tongue ablaze and teeth beginning to sink a little deeper with each push and pull of their kissing. not enough to break, but certainly teasing the thought, edging himself to a crazed brink of hunger at the sound of a moan an octave higher, coaxing viktor to grab at him taut and unyielding. let it out. let it all out and let him take it like he should. viktor unravels and jayce sinks his wandering hands deeper into him. on him. around him. everything from back to sides to risingjust enough to reach behind him, between them for whatever it was that he would find. if it would give to the pressure of his fingers, it would be brief. it would be because it is jayce who gives in first, jayce to yelp a sound he's yet to have heard from himself.
his cock is out, at least, nearly popping free from its confines and presented in a way that viktor may not recall— it is longer than before, slender and tapered, spearing out from a flacid, furred sheath that startles him with blown eyes. pale rather than red and swollen with blood, he hasn't seen it like that before, and in honesty he had not the mindspace to explore on his own earlier. he's now built for efficiency rather than display— but perhaps it could still provide something of a spectacle.
jayce barely has time to consider it when viktor's clever fingers draw an unexpected tremble in his legs that rattles his chest. the damn thing has a sensitivity he is both unused to as much as heightened, quivering, bouncing and flagging to each stroke. with hands planted on either side of the other man, jayce's focus scatters, and his throat works both soft and corrugated vocals like a melody in the wild. ]
P— Pull, [ he doesn't demand it in tone. the drawled timbre and eager, frenetic blowing from the nose that is more stag than man, ] please—
[ but the man still in there begs of him, begs to pull the mantel off him, too heavy, pass the torch to someone who deserved control from the start. this way, jayce too has the most control of his own fate. ]
[The new cock is... surprising, but not unwelcome. Being dismayed would be rich and utmost hypocritical of Viktor, given the strangeness of his own changes. And how Jayce so eagerly accepted every part of him, no matter what. Jayce also seems obscenely sensitive to the grasping touch, Viktor having him held by that furry sheath at the base.
Viktor's mouth is separated from Jayce's as the man mutters his desires, Viktor dragging his teeth along his lower lip to hear him gasp that please. He should uphold his anger better, but a playfulness strikes him because it's Jayce. it's Jayce, again, over top of him, whining and pleading. It's Jayce... and he is wanted,]
Pull-? [The hand at the base encircles the member and drags downward, toward the end of the long taper. Is that the pull Jayce was yearning for? He won't stroke backwards, just let go and restart at the base, doing the motion again, other arm still playing with the boney base of Jayce's tail,]
Not crank-? [teasing, at a time like this. Viktor's truly a cruel, cruel man]
[for a split second, jayce even stops breathing. the silling little word is like a poison. the terribly long stroke downward on his cock, couple with his tail has jayce pinning viktor by the fistfull of hairs]
Oh, fff— [ that hits like a blade between the ribs, but the sheer pleasure of the touch hits him first as much as hardest. that damn old joke from when things were simpler. better. missed. that was before they broke each other and pretended, for just a few painstakingly wonderful moments, that none of it happened enough to sink into harsh and complete avoidance, with his back arched and moan shrilling into annoyance, jayce chokes on the sound and whatever words would have come, the half-growl knotting the frustration behind his teeth and whisking right past the gap between them.
it's too much. it's always been too much with him. jayce's fingers curl tighter in viktor's hair, pulling just enough to drag his head back until their faces are close, breath mixing in the charged air between them. his forehead presses to viktor's temple, harsh and grounding, his voice wrecked and shaking when he gets it out: ]
Don't— ngh, don't fucking do that. [ jayce gasps it, cracked and breathless, but it serves as nothing. quite the actuality, when jayce's hips now ground down in following viktor's hand, forward, to rut into the space of his palm, wet with dribbled precum, and especially back, where the flagging tail twitches wildly to be used. ]That's— That's cruel— I meant my, [ gods, he has to say it, doesn't he? ] my tail—
[ he hates how wrecked he sounds. hates that viktor hears it. hates more that viktor smiles against him in smug victory. the worst part is, jayce knows he'll let him. he'll let viktor tease, let him play, let him drag out every last fraying nerve until jayce is trembling and aching and begging for whatever he chooses to give. because this . . . the wanting, the hurting, is all they've got left, and neither of them has ever known how to stop either way. ]
[That playing smile drops from Viktor's features when scolded. Smooths down into reservation, the expression neutral and yet the motion into it distilled rejection. This is not about having fun, he sees, it's all too desperate for that.
Foolish of him, to slip into the mood of such games between them. They're long passed that, as well. He can be cold if that somehow grants Jayce what he wants. (Yet, Viktor already knows, he'll slip again...)]
As you... wish...
[Viktor's hair is gripped into and pinned to the soil, so he reaches out to grapple Jayce in turn. His hands are busy, so that leaves his third arm to do the trick, craning around to the back of Jayce's neck and practically scruffing him. The claw doesn't dig into skin, the blades lay smooth, threatening at their edges and yet inert. He'll tug Jayce's tail as he removes his hand from the man's dripping cock. Slick with precum, his fingers travel to his own groin, bulged from the smooth front. He's splitting without revealing his own arousal, leaking some of the blue lubrication his body made for such mating. That's what Jayce's instincts are telling him to do, aren't they? To breed for the season, to sooth his rut.
Viktor can suit that purpose. He presses his slicked fingers inward, expression on twitching around his eyes, curiously. Not allowing his anatomy to emerge, pressing it inward, inverting the purpose. Ah, as he thought, his body adapts quickly. He will always evolve to what is required of him,]
I said have me, Jayce... go on- sink into me, [coaxing with words as well as motion, Viktor will not be pulling on Jayce's tail. Instead, he hand flattens at the lowest curve of his spine, pushing down. Guiding Jayce's hips so his cock presses to rub at the split, wet and throbbing to be fucked,]
[ the sharp whine from jayce's lips resounds, strangles within his throat from both tail to the back of his neck being seized, yanked and setting his nerves aflame. his cock twitches as he's roughed up, at a high angle now that he's endlessly aroused, and when he looks between them—
the draugr's nostrils flare wide, pupils eclipse color as he is caught watching viktor's body inverse, pool with slick, aroused blue that has a gasp catch behind his teeth. his fingers only briefly untangle to plant on either side of viktor in search of stable ground in the midst of near dizzying lust, panting before him— the worst of both worlds had been jayce wanting him and any instinctual impulse only exaggerates it. part of him thinks, remembers: he would've wanted this to be special. he would've wanted to drink this all at a snail's pace, worship the body it came from until he'd drive himself insane with want and enter. it's the first time he'd be fucking viktor's . . . slick. hell they hadn't even the chance to explore properly or even know and yet—
jayce is not strong enough to object to him. he's starting to think he never is, never will be. hesitation is the farthest it goes, a tremble fixed at his lips and words building behind his tooth gap. wait, a part of him still urges. but then— the gentle encouragement. the impossible heat. wet. inviting, sliding at the tapered tip of his dick enough to make his eyes nearly roll, flutter and gape. then came everything else, with the impact of a train losing its breaks: the frustration. the pent up energy. the anger. the revolt. the remorse. the maddening want. possessive want. the love that made him so crazy he couldn't live without him. the passion, the blotch of irrational hope that this could somehow fix a part of what they've broken together, however small a fraction it was. jayce, like many times before this one, commits an error that would later cost him.
he looks into viktor's eyes, roots his knees with only a scowl of complaint when the joint disagrees, takes viktor's hand above his head and aligns with his slit. he has to adjust backwards to, he's . . . long, as it were, and part of him thinks— will this hurt him? will he even fit? girth wasn't the problem, but—
he wants to. they both want, to drown this all out. it speaks louder. so jayce squeezes his partner's fingers within his hold, breaks his hesitation and goes under, sinking into sweetly soaked membranes until enveloped. his tail shivers and flags as he does, testing the heat of it and quickly finding himself absolutely hypnotized.
[Jayce's hand grabs one of his and pins it up over his head, into the layer of soil. Deep, sinking, until the metal of Viktor's knuckles hits the bedrock his the truck lining. His fingers link into place, finding their teeth in the cogwork of Jayce's hand. Fingers interlock and it feels like they belong together, one unit, built to match. Viktor holds tight, pinning Jayce to him, making him unable to pull away as much as Viktor is pinned down with weight and pressure.
His legs pull away and then find their new, better placement, in turn. Spreading, lifting over Jayce's still broad thighs. Hooking around him, a spider's embrace of too many limbs. The kind of embrace that would be a mates very last, with a widow like Viktor. This would all be such ridiculous heartache to suffer, just to kill Jayce once more. Viktor doesn't wish such destruction in the slightest, he wants to hold Jayce safely in his hold. Possessive and yearning to be sought after in the ways only Jayce does for him.
There's just one last way they need to connect-]
Yes, yes- Jayce... aa- haa... [Viktor mutters encouragement and gasps to be entered, unable to close his mouth fully as he shudders out panted, eager gasps. It feels strange, splitting, but profoundly satisfying. His slit oozes around Jayce's tapered cock, spilling over with blue. Pulsing and urging Jayce in until it can accommodate no more so quickly- yet it will begin again momentarily,]
Some- patience... Jayce... I feel myself molding to you. To fit you just.. the way you are. And I will take all of you. [love drunk confidence on display, Viktor moans as his body adjusts, melty and slowly working to be more pliant. The metalwork of his frame doesn't shift with great speed, but it will react to Jayce like his forge work, begin yielding to his heat and persistence.]
[ there was no superior word for it, no explanation— for better or for worse, they belonged together. whether it was right or not, they were meant to fit into each other's slots and gaps like a perfect key. perhaps the problem had not been their togetherness, but how indeed they solve their interpersonal issues— poorly. in the crushing fever of now, jayce was an opportune male to become a post-coital snack, but ask him if he's thinking about the aftermath? he's living so far deep in the present that he forgets. jayce forgets— and that was part of the relieving rapture of it. they were not at odds, they were not locked in a tangle of webbed misconceptions and misunderstandings. they were one— they were partners again. they felt whole, exchanging, stimulating, and jayce felt complete, needed in the way he's only ever experienced, to this maddening capacity, with viktor.
he takes and wants and demands in all the ways no one has of him, and jayce could only ever yield. his molars grind, his entire frame flexes to the squeeze around his hips, enveloping his cock, squeezing the hand that interlocks in the spaces of each thick, hardworking finger as he pries a leg open from the side, sliding a calloused palm under viktor's calf and behind his knee to press the back of his thigh to his ab, torso— and with space diminished, his hip jacks forward, sinks into the sweetness of viktor's throbbing and god, he is throbbing all over him, encouraging dribbles of sound driving him wild to buck to the point that he couldn't think, couldn't speak— jayce could only grunt in turn, breathe harshly through his teeth, and drag them up viktor's neck when he cannot sink deeper, and they are some ways to go.
it is dizzying to continue. it is dizzying to wait. more bewildering was what he felt in real time, as jayce nipped and played with the quasi metal of viktor's neck to distract himself from forcing access, only leaving his tail to hail in his anxious bide: the molding in question. the hot cast melding to his design, wet skin to skin, to his relentless friction when he tightens the muscle of his quite furry ass to beg further entry, the hug that he swears goes tighter. fuck. fuck. fuck, jayce groans, squeezing the hand that was still unlocked into viktor's scalp and hair, grabbing handfuls of him and in some way trying to bring him closer. closer. closer, it wasn't enough. he had to be in every crevice, house every gap.
jayce's hot tongue comes heavy and drags flat from the jugular, feeling it pulse beneath viktor's framework. ]
Viktor— Let me, please— [ he still asks— he dares not to truly bite without permission. but gods he was at the precupice as is. and until he's allowed, he shows himself worthy of such luxuries: he cradles one side of viktor's head and kisses the soft space of his chin, sucks his adam's apple, gives his neck and earlobe a sickening amount of attention that borders desperate—
[He protests with heavy distortion in his voice, nearly that of the Herald. And yet, his body contradicts, grappling onto Jayce all the more to keep him close. Viktor's arm wrapped beneath the one Jayce had buried in Viktor's hair holds around Jayce's back. Pets across his scar, holds him close. The other hand keeps Jayce's hand in his, overtop his head. The third arm is twisted behind Jayce's head to anchor around to the opposite shoulder. Both legs grip the man. The slit Jayce is fucking deeper and deeper into is tight and yet yielding to gradually take the whole of his cock. Hot, wet walls gulp around the member, pulling to match each push. He is thoroughly caged in Viktor's body, wanting not pull away from any connection point.
There's just the slightest amount of space left between them, only enough to see how Viktor's slim front is bulging. Shaping him to fit Jayce. There's no concern to the permanence nor impermanence of that change. It is only viewed with satisfaction, with his own pride in being able to evolve to suit this partnership. He bites his lower lip to dip Jayce to rub his body into that spot, to pull them fully flush as Jayce is urged to fully bottom out within him, to stretch Viktor as far as he can go.
Then Viktor can indulge his love to fulfill all his desires. Despite all the intensity, he nuzzles his face to Jayce's temple and whispers with sweet distortion,]
There. Go on, Jayce... feed and be filled... as you fill me.
[ they could not sit comfortably, could they— not with jayce's antler threatening to scrape the roof of the vehicle if he so much as erected his back skywards. there was no lifting viktor in the cramped space, no better use of the gravity to impale him— but this shall do. this shall do to satiate their frenzy, puffing and strembling from his own discipline to follow viktor's command and he does, he waits with crazed anticipation that is nearly too much to heed. jayce is clawing and gnawing at viktor by then but never forcing his cock beyond his boundaries, never breaking his flesh open. he could feel it he could feel it he could feel it, he could feel the lump prodding between then when he angles, when he scowers viktor's body in search of distractions that weren't working anymore, because he could feel it, he could feel how tight viktor squeezed and melded to his shape, how he absorbed him through the engorged entry—
go on, jayce. there is not another moment to lose, and jayce plunges in two ways. his pelvis curves, angles, then burries down to the very hilt. ]
Hah—! Ahh . . . ! Viktor—
[ he careens, he grunts, he bellows in his throat and cradles the back of viktor's head in one hand, relenquishes folded digits intwined with his for the man's sharp hips to pin them down. jayce's jaws pull apart, pointed canines fixing on the most fickle of spots descending from his jugular, where the flow of blood pumps the strongest. one pop was all that was needed for the shimmer blood to gush onto his tongue, and send jayce into an impossible burst of something he could only describe as beyond ecstacy. the sister sensations complect each other. stack. inflate. jayce cannot form a single coherent thought going forward, only a wild tremor of a storm set loose. as he drinks from viktor, he pulls his pelvis back and pistols forward. rough. needing. wanting. holding his partner in ways that could only result in them melding together. he wanted him. he wanted him and he didn't know what other way existed to make him his and fuse their existence. ]
[Viktor gasps before his voice crackles out like so much static frizz. Lips pry apart the metallic casing of his neck and the teeth pierce his primary artery. Shimmer sprays free, captured by Jayce's open mouth, sucked down faster than it can even flow out naturally. The release feels like dying and yet Viktor knows he'll survive this. He always has. Jayce never lets him go, despite his frenzies, despite his better judgement, Jayce always makes sure he goes on.
He holds a painful trust in that, relaxing into the drain. It is release, the tension in his mechanical body slacking with uncharacteristic submission. Viktor's never allowed himself such blissful surrender, only ever accepting the control granted to him by others. For now, he just wants to be at Jayce's mercy.
The pleasure of that cascades through him, matching Jayce's ecstasy with his own. His interior walls pulse and pull on Jayce's pounding cock. The orgasm Viktor's caught up in completely unlike any he's felt before in any form. It makes time fall away, moments lengthening out for what feels like hours. He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want Jayce to stop, but his consciousness is going foggy from bliss and bloodloss.]
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Date: 2025-08-18 11:07 pm (UTC)[It is difficult to focus on any one thing with clarity of vision. One pain leads to another, bounces to a betrayal, reflects off a love felt so deeply, on and on... Viktor feels like he's chasing after his own nerves, biting towards an itch he cannot reach. Emotions he cannot sort into place and cope with without outburst or numbness,
He can at least answer a direct question, that's something of a focus to latch onto,]
I felt pity... and guilt. The usual. [what's another dark joke about now? He hates to see Jayce looking at him like that, so at his wits end. Still so vulnerable and scarcely guarded. Surely not as guarded as he should be, with Viktor. This only invited more hurt, yet Viktor has welcomed him to lay besides him and is looking back, with his own weak willed yearning on display,]
To save me, rather than destroy the Hexcore... that I understand. I understood once we returned here and I fully remembered doing much the same to you. Taking away and then forcing the life back into you. Making you live like this... I didn't stop to ask myself if you would want to return.
[Rather, he might have thought it, but it didn't stop him. He made the choice for Jayce and wouldn't let him go even now. For that, he's violated a similar pact between them that Jayce had, reviving Viktor with the hexcore. It didn't need to be spoken, it should have been understood. In that, they're surely "even"... well past fairness or not.]
What I don't understand is... shooting me down. I felt I had- finally been doing good work. The work we always wanted to do. Which is why I welcomed you. Then, you turned your weapon upon me, I fail to grasp why. I fail-... to understand you, Jayce.
[he still doesn't understand the mission Jayce was on. He doesn't understand his future self, confronted each and every moment of infinity with the devastation he wrought. It remains a dead end to him, a missing piece he cannot deduce from surrounding information. Rage and betrayed hurt towards Jayce is all he can see as the greater picture, what should one lost part matter?]
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Date: 2025-08-19 03:26 pm (UTC)what's worse is that an outburst isn't the first thing on jayce's mind. it's the lips his gaze wandered to with occasion. it's his neck. overthrown by his scent. it's the angry, wild thought of crushing into him. to taste something, to feel something that will override this ache. something that will prove himself. that would take this all away and make them forget, for a while, that there was a divide to begin with.
that's awful, and he knows it. but he can't help missing him and everything about him. his antlers drag into the dirt as if they could feel the weight, too. he's going to try, one more time.
he was doing good. it was only the magic that would twist his work. jayce swallows, jaw tight, fingers twitching against his leg as if the instinct to reach for viktor is a live wire disguised as a flower bed. ]
Every timeline where I don't take the shot . . . Fails early. Every single one. I die, and you're at the edge of the world forced to shoulder that burden alone. [ jayce ears go from perked up with agitation to flattened again. no matter how fucking frustrated or angry he was, his heart breaks when he remember the clarity of those sad, prismatic eyes. the eyes of a man who has seen his beloved die so many times he's gone numb and would not, could not, let it happen one more time. ] You, from the future . . . Told me this was the only way for us to make it, for us to survive together. Only you could convince me to do something like this to you.
[ jayce's body quivers, every muscle taut, ears flicking, antlers brushing against the space between them, and heat rising beneath his exhaustion. ]
I know it looks like betrayal. I know it hurts. But please . . . Understand. I'm not asking for forgiveness— I just— did it for you. For us. [ his breath catches, hangs with tiny croaks at the back of his throat. even his voice raises a pitch, cracks— ] And the fucked up thing about it is that I would do it again.
[ if it meant he'd save him, and they'd die together rather than alone— he'd break himself and viktor, over and over again. ]
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Date: 2025-08-19 03:55 pm (UTC)He hates that instinct. Resents the inhumanity deeply. Jayce has never been prey to him, nor the other way around. They were so long equals, partners, even when one could have tried to usurp their project they never did. Such respect feels like a long lost memory, but Viktor bites back against himself for such an intrusive thought.
There is no chase. He remains where he's at, slumped to his side, watching Jayce as he speaks. Watching his lips in turn, the flash of his teeth in the mist of the terrarium, lit by only the moon's light filtered through layers of foggy glass.]
Different timelines... that is what the anomaly showed you?
[If they were not literally, right here and now, thrown into a different world then... well, Viktor might dismiss that as a mere delusion. Madness spun up to comfort Jayce when he fell into the pit to starve, alone and forgotten. Self serving fantasies where he got to be the hero, where every issue is a nail and he's the one holding the hammer-
But then, why take such ownership-? Wouldn't a deluded mind wish for absolution, for forgiveness and affirmation of righteousness? Viktor doesn't know. His mind spins in other directions aside from raw instinct now. Calculating different outcomes, interpretations, motivations...
Silent a while in thought, he finally speaks again,]
I would do all I have done to you again. We are the same... Jayce. Inextricably bound by our choices.
[These shared hearts of theirs are guilty, not remorseful]
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Date: 2025-08-19 05:36 pm (UTC)Am I something to be pitied to you?
[ it is not angry, not accusatory, but more searching, probing, hoping it is not true. low and said almost like a growled whisper, interluded with a guttural snort that seems to call to viktor. his mouth twitches as it pulls down, and unconsciously flexes his arms where his fingers grasp for his own wrist, to rub at the tingling a touch harder. ]
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Date: 2025-08-19 05:48 pm (UTC)Perhaps that is what it will feel like to receive an honest answer. Viktor isn't going to demean him further by playing pretend, masking the feeling he had seeing Jayce ready to do what he wanted to do,]
Only when you're standing on a ledge.
[when Jayce is choosing to forge onward, to fight in ways that don't require a weapon, then Viktor no longer feels such lowly pity for him.]
Wasn't it the same for you-? To find your long ailing partner near to stepping over the aqueduct, as you did...
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Date: 2025-08-19 06:27 pm (UTC)[ it's immediate, almost defensive, almost another whisper, but it still lands guttural and solid. another chance that jayce has to face him again, sideways, prepared to challenge his view. take the damn knife and sink himself into it. what else would he do when it was viktor who held it? ]
I'd never . . . Look at you like that. Not pity. Not ever.
[ jayce hesitates, searching for the shape of something harder to name, something that had been easier to mutter before, but felt too strong for something so brittle and dangerously edged the way it was (they were) now. his throat works around it before the words finally fall, laced with . . . more. ]
If anything, I— [ jayce stops, breath hitching, and starts again softer, steadier. ] I was upset you'd came to that conclusion. But it wasn't . . . Lesser. Never lesser.
[ the realization of what this means comes in layers. he's hurt by the difference. he's ashamed, humiliated. it could've been anyone, but viktor— gods. his downcast gaze wants to hide in the hole he once fell down. was he too small, up there? unworthy of his partnership?
viktor doesn't always know how to best express himself.
was that jayce's wishful understanding, or the truth, though? his hand curls at his side, like it wants to reach out but doesn't dare. still, there's something unspoken lingering in the air— an ache, a tether, waiting for viktor to give him reason to react to the pooling, fizzing heat under his skin that could blow at the most subtle triggers. jayce drops his hand between them now, palm up and runestone exposed, knuckles sinking into dirt. ]
If it were you in my place the other day, I would've been terrified, too. Even if I were angry.
[ he's . . . starting to understand.
because they are a mirror. because they are two sides of the same coin. because they are each other's favorite regret. ]
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Date: 2025-08-19 06:56 pm (UTC)Damn Jayce's earnestness to all hell.
Viktor's expression slips, anger washes out like a poorly built structure meant to hold too much back. The mask always slips with Jayce. There is no maintaining composure when faced with his mirror and the well meaning nature his partner upholds even in his darkest hours. They remain a sun and a moon held in too distant an orbit. Viktor wanted to shine with his own light, but was content to do so with what he was given. A humbling metaphor, perhaps, perspective that Viktor cannot function as the center of his own universe. To impose that upon all that is around him is to simply collapse into an all consuming black hole.]
I misjudged, then... I'm sorry.
[Jayce's hand turns to the sky and Viktor slowly reaches out for it. He'll stop if the man flinches away or gives any other indication not to touch him. If not for that, he lays his palm to Jayce's, resting fingers to lace between, intertwine, and lay his hand and wrist to rest upon his partner's. There would be a slight wince to feel his arcane energy spark against that stone, but he'll not pull away from that. It will settle like so much static electricity,]
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Date: 2025-08-20 01:38 am (UTC)I forgive you.
[ quiet. almost forced through his teeth. it is genuine forgiveness, but it does not come lightly. for one, jayce is increasingly frustrated with himself, crumbling like paper to the static brush of fingers that sets his whole frame on fire and alert. he shouldn't want this. not now— but even his own wants and needs betray him. both on edge and undone, he takes viktor's hand in a tight, coarse grip, every patch of fur on him standing, and his pupils engorging enough to nearly eclipse the honey hazel within them.
his breathing has picked up from the way the rythmic blows of air pull in and out with the rise and fall of his chest. the way his presence fills the back of the car, the way bruised, purple-black battered knuckles protrude and sting with his squeeze. this was animalistic, and jayce is at a crossroads of incertainty, to whether this is his own desire or his new biology— and which one made it worse? does it matter? ]
. . . I—
[ he catches himself. it's the very last of his restraint. ]
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Date: 2025-08-20 01:44 pm (UTC)[Viktor interjects, knowing the limits of such forgiveness and wishing them stated. He'd held and begged Jayce to never forgive him his many trespasses, despite being sorry. The burden of his choices is something he needs to carry, they cannot merely be shrugged off with pretty words and sentiment.
He feels this way largely because he cannot forgive Jayce what he's done. For all his talk of being past fairness, Viktor still has that balance in mind. He cannot forgive and so there need be limits to his own absolution.
Perhaps out of fear that he'd buckle beneath the strength of Jayce's persistence,]
Jayce, [he'll interject when Jayce catches himself, speaking that name firmly. The look in Jayce's blow out eyes is clear as day, even in the night. Viktor's expression sweetens towards him, slipping out from his own resolution in turn. Oh, that looks says so much... Viktor puts it much too simply,]
You're hungry.
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Date: 2025-08-20 04:49 pm (UTC)he wanted viktor.
and how that rings so very prominent now, of all times. denial would be another sentence. hungry, he was. not enough to feel the stuttering madness that makes his body contort and beg, fall apart, but it is hunger all the same. a start. a fuse, wishing to be lit. a dryness at the back of his throat and an emptiness at the pit of his stomach, isolation in his heart. it is a heat set to boil even lower at the hips, knowing what was to come of it, making his ears pin forward and his tail flag embarassingly behind him once the wires cross. if he tastes, he will lose all sense of discipline. he'll crumble.
and it will make this all so much worse. so much more complicated and like treading across a minefield. but can he resist it? resist him? his lips move without pulling apart, a scowl in the making, brows arched low, and an unconscious presentation of his broken rack, bone white and pearly, cleaned— still formidable. still worth something. still strong.
he can't even think clearly enough to answer what mattered most— their lines in the sand to be respected, until they are ready to shorten the distance, and already— something too primal in jayce wants to breach it. and it will.
he's ruining everything before they truly get started, and viktor isn't doing much to help in how his observation dips honey sweet. jayce hesitates for as long as he can, but he continues as carefully as he could before the stag throws caution to the wind.
he breathes his words out as if they could shatter him. like he hates that he wants. and gods, help him. this wasn't what they needed and yet, his whisper scrapes the very floors: ]
I still want you.
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Date: 2025-08-20 05:15 pm (UTC)Viktor lifts his hand from Jayce's grasp on it. He reaches forward to cradle his jaw, to push his metallic thumb through his beard and along his cheek with tenderness.
Shepherding him forward, to roll his way over top of Viktor, if only Jayce will be guided along. Submitted and yet still in control, still holding firm to anchor Jayce despite how often that idea sank him,]
Have me. Just once more.
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Date: 2025-08-21 12:59 am (UTC)all there was needed was new intention, an opening, for jayce to spring himself with the guidance as if set loose to buck around in an arena. his legs and hooves struggle to bend and sit, especially where his knee does not comply (something about a living body being more painful than dulled where rusted), but he hurries his angles and bears his weight upon the herald, his hands already a mess of loose soil and long locks of platinum and chestnut. they should close this thing if its still open for the convoy to bear witness. jayce will regret it later, but not now. it's of no concern to him, now.
he is vivid, his heart wild, stuck in this enticing wallop like a trap. like a meal. like his ultimate desire. he hangs so pressed into viktor after his single, tallest antler threatens to scrape the heights of the cybertruck, every curve and bulge clasps against viktor's with urgency— and still a damn perfect fit. the snarl that becomes of him is befitting for a stag in rut, digging fingers into metalic flesh and bone not to hurt, but to absorb, to smell, to press his nose, to meld with— become one with. it's hardly words until the syllables slip into addition, low and like a prayer to war. he has been thinking about him and thinking, and thinking, and imagining, until he went mad with it in his solitude— ]
That's a lie.
[ jayce cannot physically live without him. viktor cannot resist him. the same can be said of one another when the coin's sides are flipped. ]
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Date: 2025-08-21 02:41 pm (UTC)Jayce's nose and mouth paw at his metal shell, while the air around them growing heady with energy, tension, and the musk of animal and ozone clinging to fog. Viktor isn't thinking of decency, of the trunk side remaining rolled up for any to wander by and see them again at one another's throats and so much more. All that he's thinking of is how good it feels, that Jayce is with him again.
His hand falls from Jayce's jaw to his curl, opposite his other hand, around the man's sides to his back. Embracing him with both, pressing all ten fingertips into the plushness of Jayce's muscular back. No wounds, no melted and rotted away skin, the man no longer a corpse. Viktor's grip lightens, having gotten near bruising, realizing he could very well hurt the man beyond his intention if he's not mindful of his strength. His fists bundle up with frustration into whatever clothing Jayce is wearing up top. One hand remains, twisting and pulling up his shirt, so the other can reach to exposed flesh down his lower back. Can expand his palm flat and possessively feeling his partner's skin directly. Viktor's splayed fingers trace firm over curves and musculature, his middle finger bounces as a train upon a track might, following the ridges of Jayce's spine towards his tailbone. There, he finds fluff and his newer addition, which had been so expressive throughout their conversation,
Then, Jayce is growling at him with challenge and Viktor's passion spikes ever further to feel the offense of it, answering with controlled anger,]
Shut up, Jayce- [he'll do this for him, angling to meet Jayce in a forceful and commanding kiss, open mouthed and hungering himself.]
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Date: 2025-08-21 04:20 pm (UTC)it is a relief, to not think of anything else. jayce feels pain from too-tight grips, but he does not object to it, forcing his flesh further into squeezes as it floods him with the sting of intoxicating pleasure. one of the buttons of his buttondown pops from the force, coaxing jayce to rise and pry the rest off. his loins ache, his erection is terribly odd, sudden and uncomfortable in comparison to . . . what it used to be, pushing against fabric until it causes an unbearable shifting against viktor's hips. it's a relief when they dive for each other's mouths, when viktor shuts him up with both lips crushed, teeth scraping and jayce gasping mid lap, his own rough hands yanking at his childhood blanket wrapped as a toga around his nimble frame to take claim. his. all his, the smell on him jayce's and screams mine. even that a proof in the midst of uplifted soil and greens that viktor has not let him go. he does not diverge his mouth to his body yet, exploring viktor's to taste and swallow him whole while fingers push and test the boundaries of the purple-gold crevices like he'd fuck those, too. his tail—
it twitches under viktor's vice, but not to snap from it. no objections. the tuft is raised high, flagged to the side to expose his readiness. his neediness. his obscene want that makes his own scent all the more enticing when he pursues viktor's hand with an arch of his back, all garbled groans and fired demands. ]
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Date: 2025-08-22 12:14 am (UTC)The shirt his fist was bundled up in is cast aside and Viktor only helps with that. His own garment is unbuckled and unwrapped from his form like he's some present awaiting Jayce's eager acceptance of the gift being given. There's just Jayce's pants left to separate them, which still bundle up Jayce's arousal so much it appear nothing if not painful for the man. Viktor's hands have always been skilled in all things, but they both of them are frantic and feeding that back into one another with each moment. Fumbling to unfasten what is keeping Jayce's bare form from him, Viktor might rip them rather than ease them off his partner with any grace. Who cares, sew them back up later, that's the least of their concerns...
The moment the other man has his pants below the bend of his hips, Viktor's hands are wrapped around him, front and backside. One hand to his cock and the other encircling the base of that fuzzy tail. The latter of which he strokes along first, dragging the pleasing scratch of mechanical fingertips at the furthest underside. Testing out the sensitivity of that new part of Jayce, of what Viktor had yet to handle and needed to understand before proceeding, because he's always curious, always, always seeking to Jayce better, fully, and more completely than he has. A futile endeavor, maybe, but Viktor cannot help his impulses when it comes to Jayce.
He's still kissing the man, through it all.]
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Date: 2025-08-22 05:46 pm (UTC)he is wanted.
at the expense of a gasp pulled through his gaping lips each time he can, jayce crashes forth the way viktor orders, no qualms when their wants align, with tongue ablaze and teeth beginning to sink a little deeper with each push and pull of their kissing. not enough to break, but certainly teasing the thought, edging himself to a crazed brink of hunger at the sound of a moan an octave higher, coaxing viktor to grab at him taut and unyielding. let it out. let it all out and let him take it like he should. viktor unravels and jayce sinks his wandering hands deeper into him. on him. around him. everything from back to sides to risingjust enough to reach behind him, between them for whatever it was that he would find. if it would give to the pressure of his fingers, it would be brief. it would be because it is jayce who gives in first, jayce to yelp a sound he's yet to have heard from himself.
his cock is out, at least, nearly popping free from its confines and presented in a way that viktor may not recall— it is longer than before, slender and tapered, spearing out from a flacid, furred sheath that startles him with blown eyes. pale rather than red and swollen with blood, he hasn't seen it like that before, and in honesty he had not the mindspace to explore on his own earlier. he's now built for efficiency rather than display— but perhaps it could still provide something of a spectacle.
jayce barely has time to consider it when viktor's clever fingers draw an unexpected tremble in his legs that rattles his chest. the damn thing has a sensitivity he is both unused to as much as heightened, quivering, bouncing and flagging to each stroke. with hands planted on either side of the other man, jayce's focus scatters, and his throat works both soft and corrugated vocals like a melody in the wild. ]
P— Pull, [ he doesn't demand it in tone. the drawled timbre and eager, frenetic blowing from the nose that is more stag than man, ] please—
[ but the man still in there begs of him, begs to pull the mantel off him, too heavy, pass the torch to someone who deserved control from the start. this way, jayce too has the most control of his own fate. ]
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Date: 2025-08-26 06:17 pm (UTC)Viktor's mouth is separated from Jayce's as the man mutters his desires, Viktor dragging his teeth along his lower lip to hear him gasp that please. He should uphold his anger better, but a playfulness strikes him because it's Jayce. it's Jayce, again, over top of him, whining and pleading. It's Jayce... and he is wanted,]
Pull-? [The hand at the base encircles the member and drags downward, toward the end of the long taper. Is that the pull Jayce was yearning for? He won't stroke backwards, just let go and restart at the base, doing the motion again, other arm still playing with the boney base of Jayce's tail,]
Not crank-? [teasing, at a time like this. Viktor's truly a cruel, cruel man]
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Date: 2025-08-27 03:49 am (UTC)Oh, fff— [ that hits like a blade between the ribs, but the sheer pleasure of the touch hits him first as much as hardest. that damn old joke from when things were simpler. better. missed. that was before they broke each other and pretended, for just a few painstakingly wonderful moments, that none of it happened enough to sink into harsh and complete avoidance, with his back arched and moan shrilling into annoyance, jayce chokes on the sound and whatever words would have come, the half-growl knotting the frustration behind his teeth and whisking right past the gap between them.
it's too much. it's always been too much with him. jayce's fingers curl tighter in viktor's hair, pulling just enough to drag his head back until their faces are close, breath mixing in the charged air between them. his forehead presses to viktor's temple, harsh and grounding, his voice wrecked and shaking when he gets it out: ]
Don't— ngh, don't fucking do that. [ jayce gasps it, cracked and breathless, but it serves as nothing. quite the actuality, when jayce's hips now ground down in following viktor's hand, forward, to rut into the space of his palm, wet with dribbled precum, and especially back, where the flagging tail twitches wildly to be used. ]That's— That's cruel— I meant my, [ gods, he has to say it, doesn't he? ] my tail—
[ he hates how wrecked he sounds. hates that viktor hears it. hates more that viktor smiles against him in smug victory. the worst part is, jayce knows he'll let him. he'll let viktor tease, let him play, let him drag out every last fraying nerve until jayce is trembling and aching and begging for whatever he chooses to give. because this . . . the wanting, the hurting, is all they've got left, and neither of them has ever known how to stop either way. ]
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Date: 2025-08-27 04:11 pm (UTC)Foolish of him, to slip into the mood of such games between them. They're long passed that, as well. He can be cold if that somehow grants Jayce what he wants. (Yet, Viktor already knows, he'll slip again...)]
As you... wish...
[Viktor's hair is gripped into and pinned to the soil, so he reaches out to grapple Jayce in turn. His hands are busy, so that leaves his third arm to do the trick, craning around to the back of Jayce's neck and practically scruffing him. The claw doesn't dig into skin, the blades lay smooth, threatening at their edges and yet inert. He'll tug Jayce's tail as he removes his hand from the man's dripping cock. Slick with precum, his fingers travel to his own groin, bulged from the smooth front. He's splitting without revealing his own arousal, leaking some of the blue lubrication his body made for such mating. That's what Jayce's instincts are telling him to do, aren't they? To breed for the season, to sooth his rut.
Viktor can suit that purpose. He presses his slicked fingers inward, expression on twitching around his eyes, curiously. Not allowing his anatomy to emerge, pressing it inward, inverting the purpose. Ah, as he thought, his body adapts quickly. He will always evolve to what is required of him,]
I said have me, Jayce... go on- sink into me, [coaxing with words as well as motion, Viktor will not be pulling on Jayce's tail. Instead, he hand flattens at the lowest curve of his spine, pushing down. Guiding Jayce's hips so his cock presses to rub at the split, wet and throbbing to be fucked,]
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Date: 2025-08-30 08:03 pm (UTC)the draugr's nostrils flare wide, pupils eclipse color as he is caught watching viktor's body inverse, pool with slick, aroused blue that has a gasp catch behind his teeth. his fingers only briefly untangle to plant on either side of viktor in search of stable ground in the midst of near dizzying lust, panting before him— the worst of both worlds had been jayce wanting him and any instinctual impulse only exaggerates it. part of him thinks, remembers: he would've wanted this to be special. he would've wanted to drink this all at a snail's pace, worship the body it came from until he'd drive himself insane with want and enter. it's the first time he'd be fucking viktor's . . . slick. hell they hadn't even the chance to explore properly or even know and yet—
jayce is not strong enough to object to him. he's starting to think he never is, never will be. hesitation is the farthest it goes, a tremble fixed at his lips and words building behind his tooth gap. wait, a part of him still urges. but then— the gentle encouragement. the impossible heat. wet. inviting, sliding at the tapered tip of his dick enough to make his eyes nearly roll, flutter and gape. then came everything else, with the impact of a train losing its breaks: the frustration. the pent up energy. the anger. the revolt. the remorse. the maddening want. possessive want. the love that made him so crazy he couldn't live without him. the passion, the blotch of irrational hope that this could somehow fix a part of what they've broken together, however small a fraction it was. jayce, like many times before this one, commits an error that would later cost him.
he looks into viktor's eyes, roots his knees with only a scowl of complaint when the joint disagrees, takes viktor's hand above his head and aligns with his slit. he has to adjust backwards to, he's . . . long, as it were, and part of him thinks— will this hurt him? will he even fit? girth wasn't the problem, but—
he wants to. they both want, to drown this all out. it speaks louder. so jayce squeezes his partner's fingers within his hold, breaks his hesitation and goes under, sinking into sweetly soaked membranes until enveloped. his tail shivers and flags as he does, testing the heat of it and quickly finding himself absolutely hypnotized.
he hasn't gone all the way. ]
O-oh . . . Gods—
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Date: 2025-09-14 09:54 pm (UTC)His legs pull away and then find their new, better placement, in turn. Spreading, lifting over Jayce's still broad thighs. Hooking around him, a spider's embrace of too many limbs. The kind of embrace that would be a mates very last, with a widow like Viktor. This would all be such ridiculous heartache to suffer, just to kill Jayce once more. Viktor doesn't wish such destruction in the slightest, he wants to hold Jayce safely in his hold. Possessive and yearning to be sought after in the ways only Jayce does for him.
There's just one last way they need to connect-]
Yes, yes- Jayce... aa- haa... [Viktor mutters encouragement and gasps to be entered, unable to close his mouth fully as he shudders out panted, eager gasps. It feels strange, splitting, but profoundly satisfying. His slit oozes around Jayce's tapered cock, spilling over with blue. Pulsing and urging Jayce in until it can accommodate no more so quickly- yet it will begin again momentarily,]
Some- patience... Jayce... I feel myself molding to you. To fit you just.. the way you are. And I will take all of you. [love drunk confidence on display, Viktor moans as his body adjusts, melty and slowly working to be more pliant. The metalwork of his frame doesn't shift with great speed, but it will react to Jayce like his forge work, begin yielding to his heat and persistence.]
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Date: 2025-09-17 03:40 am (UTC)he takes and wants and demands in all the ways no one has of him, and jayce could only ever yield. his molars grind, his entire frame flexes to the squeeze around his hips, enveloping his cock, squeezing the hand that interlocks in the spaces of each thick, hardworking finger as he pries a leg open from the side, sliding a calloused palm under viktor's calf and behind his knee to press the back of his thigh to his ab, torso— and with space diminished, his hip jacks forward, sinks into the sweetness of viktor's throbbing and god, he is throbbing all over him, encouraging dribbles of sound driving him wild to buck to the point that he couldn't think, couldn't speak— jayce could only grunt in turn, breathe harshly through his teeth, and drag them up viktor's neck when he cannot sink deeper, and they are some ways to go.
it is dizzying to continue. it is dizzying to wait. more bewildering was what he felt in real time, as jayce nipped and played with the quasi metal of viktor's neck to distract himself from forcing access, only leaving his tail to hail in his anxious bide: the molding in question. the hot cast melding to his design, wet skin to skin, to his relentless friction when he tightens the muscle of his quite furry ass to beg further entry, the hug that he swears goes tighter. fuck. fuck. fuck, jayce groans, squeezing the hand that was still unlocked into viktor's scalp and hair, grabbing handfuls of him and in some way trying to bring him closer. closer. closer, it wasn't enough. he had to be in every crevice, house every gap.
jayce's hot tongue comes heavy and drags flat from the jugular, feeling it pulse beneath viktor's framework. ]
Viktor— Let me, please— [ he still asks— he dares not to truly bite without permission. but gods he was at the precupice as is. and until he's allowed, he shows himself worthy of such luxuries: he cradles one side of viktor's head and kisses the soft space of his chin, sucks his adam's apple, gives his neck and earlobe a sickening amount of attention that borders desperate—
and he couldn't care less if it was, right now. ]
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Date: 2025-09-17 04:39 pm (UTC)[He protests with heavy distortion in his voice, nearly that of the Herald. And yet, his body contradicts, grappling onto Jayce all the more to keep him close. Viktor's arm wrapped beneath the one Jayce had buried in Viktor's hair holds around Jayce's back. Pets across his scar, holds him close. The other hand keeps Jayce's hand in his, overtop his head. The third arm is twisted behind Jayce's head to anchor around to the opposite shoulder. Both legs grip the man. The slit Jayce is fucking deeper and deeper into is tight and yet yielding to gradually take the whole of his cock. Hot, wet walls gulp around the member, pulling to match each push. He is thoroughly caged in Viktor's body, wanting not pull away from any connection point.
There's just the slightest amount of space left between them, only enough to see how Viktor's slim front is bulging. Shaping him to fit Jayce. There's no concern to the permanence nor impermanence of that change. It is only viewed with satisfaction, with his own pride in being able to evolve to suit this partnership. He bites his lower lip to dip Jayce to rub his body into that spot, to pull them fully flush as Jayce is urged to fully bottom out within him, to stretch Viktor as far as he can go.
Then Viktor can indulge his love to fulfill all his desires. Despite all the intensity, he nuzzles his face to Jayce's temple and whispers with sweet distortion,]
There. Go on, Jayce... feed and be filled... as you fill me.
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Date: 2025-09-19 09:16 pm (UTC)go on, jayce. there is not another moment to lose, and jayce plunges in two ways. his pelvis curves, angles, then burries down to the very hilt. ]
Hah—! Ahh . . . ! Viktor—
[ he careens, he grunts, he bellows in his throat and cradles the back of viktor's head in one hand, relenquishes folded digits intwined with his for the man's sharp hips to pin them down. jayce's jaws pull apart, pointed canines fixing on the most fickle of spots descending from his jugular, where the flow of blood pumps the strongest. one pop was all that was needed for the shimmer blood to gush onto his tongue, and send jayce into an impossible burst of something he could only describe as beyond ecstacy. the sister sensations complect each other. stack. inflate. jayce cannot form a single coherent thought going forward, only a wild tremor of a storm set loose. as he drinks from viktor, he pulls his pelvis back and pistols forward. rough. needing. wanting. holding his partner in ways that could only result in them melding together. he wanted him. he wanted him and he didn't know what other way existed to make him his and fuse their existence. ]
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Date: 2025-09-19 10:21 pm (UTC)[Viktor gasps before his voice crackles out like so much static frizz. Lips pry apart the metallic casing of his neck and the teeth pierce his primary artery. Shimmer sprays free, captured by Jayce's open mouth, sucked down faster than it can even flow out naturally. The release feels like dying and yet Viktor knows he'll survive this. He always has. Jayce never lets him go, despite his frenzies, despite his better judgement, Jayce always makes sure he goes on.
He holds a painful trust in that, relaxing into the drain. It is release, the tension in his mechanical body slacking with uncharacteristic submission. Viktor's never allowed himself such blissful surrender, only ever accepting the control granted to him by others. For now, he just wants to be at Jayce's mercy.
The pleasure of that cascades through him, matching Jayce's ecstasy with his own. His interior walls pulse and pull on Jayce's pounding cock. The orgasm Viktor's caught up in completely unlike any he's felt before in any form. It makes time fall away, moments lengthening out for what feels like hours. He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want Jayce to stop, but his consciousness is going foggy from bliss and bloodloss.]
Stay with me... Jayce...
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