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"We don’t care what Viktor’s trophy wife has to say!"
Jayce stormed out of the council chamber, furious once again. But this time, more than ever. They had dared… dared to insult him! And why? Because he might have gotten a little carried away? He was rarely taken seriously, especially because of his status. Primarily because of his… secondary gender. Yes, Jayce had had the misfortune of being born an omega. A tall omega with a rebellious spirit and, above all, far too much intelligence. A flaw.

Yet his inventions were on the brink of changing the world, advancing Piltover, elevating it to greatness. Even Noxus would be forced to bow to the power Jayce was about to bestow upon the prestigious City of Progress!
But no, Jayce was just one of those overly dreamy omegas. He was already lucky enough to have been accepted into the Academy! And now he wanted to assert himself before the council? This omega should remember his place.

The frustration was unbearable.
Jayce had sacrificed so much to get here.
Sleepless nights spent finishing his work on time. Hours wasted attending the countless banquets organized by the Councilors. And even… he had agreed to marry one of those influential men to take his name and bolster his political weight. To no avail, it seemed.
Damn it! He’d married Viktor Talis on Councilor Medarda’s advice.
“He’s a scientist like you, but with a more advantageous position. They’ll listen to you. They’ll take you seriously.” Yeah, right! Jayce fumed. Viktor and he were ONLY married. Not bonded. Salo had taken great pleasure in reminding everyone of that today. Enough to anger Piltover’s Golden Boy even more.

Still, life with Viktor wasn’t unpleasant. A renowned scientist himself and a fellow researcher, his manor was naturally well-equipped. Jayce had his own room, workshop, and tools. If he lacked anything, Viktor would ensure it was delivered the same day or, at worst, the next.
Life with this cold and distant man was, therefore… quite agreeable. Viktor was rarely intrusive and didn’t seem to impose anything.

Sometimes, Jayce would pay him impromptu visits in his workshop, watching him tinker with a future invention or grow frustrated with calculations. Usually, after about an hour of observing, whether or not Viktor was aware of his presence, Jayce’s curiosity would push him to approach, to understand what the scientist was working on. The two men got along surprisingly well. Despite what many thought about Jayce’s “secondary gender,” he proved invaluable.

Viktor appreciated the omega’s company. Usually, as soon as Jayce entered his lab, Viktor would notice almost immediately. Even when engrossed in his projects, he could smell his scent—a subtle blend of honey and white musk—that created an enveloping sense of calm. His mere presence had an unexpectedly soothing effect on the alpha.
And that wasn’t all...
Jayce’s intellect was incredibly useful. Viktor could spend days stuck on an equation, only for Jayce’s fresh perspective to solve it in less than an hour.

He appreciated Jayce’s company.
He admired his intellect.
And… perhaps he was already smitten with this rebellious omega he had married.

From the start, Viktor had seen the marriage as nothing more than a way to rid himself of ridiculous societal pressures. To finally have peace from those absurd expectations, the constant questions about why he was still alone. It was a marriage of convenience, nothing more. He offered Jayce status, a name that would open all doors. In return, he gained silence: no more insistent glances, no more whispers, no more veiled judgments about his private life.

And so, after his disastrous morning with the Councilors, Jayce headed straight for Viktor’s quarters. He knew exactly where to find his husband: locked in his lab, as always. Without hesitation, he flung the door open and barged in unannounced.

“Viktor!” the omega exclaimed angrily, slamming the door behind him.

The alpha in question jumped slightly at the sudden noise and, if he lacked any self-control, might have accidentally blown up the room. A fleeting irritation crossed his mind at this abrupt behavior, but it dissipated almost immediately when he saw Jayce’s expression: a mix of exasperation, stress, and barely contained resentment.
Calmly placing his safety goggles on his forehead, Viktor turned his perplexed and curious gaze to the omega standing across the room. Despite himself, the alpha involuntarily released a dose of calming pheromones. Their effect was immediate: the familiar scent of metal and warmth emanating from Viktor subtly eased the tension in Jayce’s shoulders.

“Am I just a trophy wife to you?” the omega blurted out, crossing his arms in a defensive posture.

His accusatory gaze was a blade of reproach. Each word vibrated with frustration; every gesture betrayed a profound sense of bitterness and betrayal.

His gaze, accusatory, was a blade of reproach. Every word vibrated with frustration, every gesture betrayed a deep sense of bitterness and betrayal.
Viktor raised an eyebrow, incredulous.

— Pardon?

Viktor let out a nervous laugh. This conversation felt unreal. “Trophy wife”? What was he talking about?

— You heard me very well, Jayce retorted, stepping forward briskly.

His behavior and scent betrayed a deep feeling of betrayal.
Viktor guessed that he was clearly acting on emotion, and evidently, his meeting with the Advisors had, once again, turned into humiliation.
This bothered Viktor more than he would have admitted.
He was well aware of why Jayce had married him, and if Jayce wasn’t satisfied with it… that complicated things. Viktor had thought about it several times, even considering offering Jayce a divorce if it would make him happy. But a married omega, not bonded, then divorced? The ruthless society of Piltover would condemn him without mercy.
And Viktor genuinely only wanted his happiness.
And as it stood, his omega wasn’t happy.
A thorny problem Viktor had to solve.
He stood up from his desk, stopping his experiment after securing everything. He grabbed his cane and finally approached Jayce, inviting him to follow. If Jayce hesitated for a moment, the look Viktor gave him was enough to convince him to obey quietly.
The two men walked toward one of the smaller sitting rooms in the house. In fact, one of the favorite rooms of the house’s owner: it was an elegant living room with one wall covered in a bookshelf filled with books carefully aligned. The dark wooden furniture added a warm touch to the room. Viktor often came here to read in peace, and sometimes, Jayce would join him. Always in silence. Always at a distance.

— Explain to me exactly what happened, Jayce, Viktor asked after sitting on the sofa, tapping the spot next to him.

Jayce hesitated to sit down. He was still angry, although he had calmed down somewhat since. However, walking at Viktor’s slow pace down the hall had given him time to think and reflect on what had happened that morning, on his reaction. Pure rage had turned into a more bitter, heavier frustration.
It was exhausting...
To endure the constant bullying from the Advisors, to have to fight for his ideas when an alpha with far less ambition and genius succeeded by just stringing three words together. It was, so to speak, frustrating.
Jayce felt his stomach twist painfully, a familiar burning sensation, a mix of sadness, anger, and frustration.
Viktor sensed this inner turmoil and unconsciously released his pheromones to calm the omega.
Finally, Jayce let himself fall, not beside Viktor, but on one of the chairs facing him, putting distance between them. Showing the alpha that he had no power over him.
Not that Viktor particularly wanted that. He patiently waited for Jayce to finally get everything off his chest.
Then Jayce explained everything: his verbal clash with Salo, the satisfied expression he wore every time Salo reminded him of his second gender, the way Salo belittled him, and especially… Oh… especially reminding him that without Viktor, he was nothing. That to Salo, he was just a...

— Trophy wife! Jayce exclaimed, sitting up in his chair, outraged. So that’s all I am to you?

Viktor felt the nervousness creeping in, along with a cold anger towards the advisor Salo, but that was something he would deal with later, personally.

— Jayce, I think you—

— Don’t dare pretend to speak for me! the omega interrupted, they all did that already this morning!

Viktor bit his lip. He didn’t like being interrupted, but he understood that Jayce needed to vent. So, he stayed quiet, leaning slightly against the backrest of the sofa, giving his full attention to his husband.

— I did everything they asked me to do, Jayce continued, his voice swinging between rage and despair. During my studies, I took on the most uninteresting projects, I always obeyed, always followed their rules... And damn it, I even married you!

Viktor raised an eyebrow. Of course, he was more or less aware of the arrangements between Mel and Jayce, and he suspected that she had influenced him in that regard. But hearing him say it out loud was something painful.
Jayce’s scent changed. It was subtle, maybe a little stronger? Viktor couldn’t tell.

— Do you regret it? Viktor finally dared to ask.

Jayce didn’t answer immediately.

— I...

His cheeks turned a faint shade of red as he carefully chose his next words.

— No, he finally admitted.

Viktor was genuinely perplexed by this answer. He raised an eyebrow, studying his husband more closely. He had noticed the colors in his face, the scent, stronger, more... woody? Jayce’s scent generally changed when he was approaching his heats. Over the months they had lived together, Viktor had noticed this little detail, which allowed him to take precautions, like leaving one of his clothes lying around. Normally, Jayce would steal his clothes when getting close to that period to make his nest.
Was Jayce’s reaction related to that upcoming event? Maybe a little.
How long has it been since the omega’s last heat? A month? Two? Jayce was as regular as a clock. Every three months. Never a delay. Or an advance, as might be the case right now.

— Well, I think? I don’t know.

Viktor tilted his head slightly to the side, observing the troubled young man in front of him. It was difficult to follow him under these conditions.

— I don’t know, Viktor, Jayce replied, looking weary. We’re married, not bonded. You… you’ve never shown any interest in me. I don’t even know if you find me attractive.

The tone of the conversation had shifted, as had its subject. It was no longer about his disappointment from this morning, so there was indeed something else bothering the omega.

— I know I’m far from the stereotype of what’s expected from an omega. I’m tall, strong...

Jayce sighed deeply, now wearing a dejected expression. A joyless laugh escaped him.

— I realize you don’t... desire me.

Ooooh… Jayce couldn’t have been more wrong at that moment.
His husband's words echoed painfully within him. Viktor clenched his fists, struggling against the immediate urge to contradict him, to take him in his arms, to whisper how wrong he was. To admit that he had only had eyes for him for months. That he had fallen for this brilliant, daring, and… perfect man in his eyes.
Damn it! He loved everything about Jayce: his impromptu visits to his lab, his invaluable help with his projects, his laughter that sometimes filled the house. Viktor truly admired Jayce’s genius. He saw him as an equal, a colleague, and… he desired him. Fiercely.

— I’m scared, Viktor, Jayce continued in a trembling voice, that by marrying you, I forced you to… well… that you found yourself… raaah! That you’re somehow trapped?

Jayce shook his head. This was getting ridiculous. He was ridiculous.
A deep growl filled the room. Animalistic. Deep. Vibrating with a power that sent a shiver through Jayce to his core. Surprised, he looked up at Viktor, who immediately looked away, clearly embarrassed. Never before had he heard the alpha make such a sound.

— My apologies, Jayce, but… never say that again.

Jayce was about to respond, but the look Viktor gave him made him hesitate.

— If I didn’t want you here, believe me, you wouldn’t be, Viktor added. Now that it’s clear, Jayce, I’d like to clarify one thing.

Viktor took a few seconds to collect his thoughts, as well as to gather some courage.

— You’re far from leaving me indifferent, Jayce. And I thought my intentions on that… eh… subject… were clear.

The news surprised Jayce, causing him to blush even more. What did he mean, he didn’t leave him indifferent? He had a funny way of showing it. A non-existent one, actually.

— Viktor, I don’t understand, you… never courted me. You never showed any... mh... physical interest.

At this, Viktor looked outraged.

— I’ve asked you out many times, to restaurants, to banquets—

— Out of obligation, Jayce cut in. To show everyone that we’re together, even without the bond mark. Out. Of. Obligation, Viktor.

— Absolutely not! Viktor said, even more offended.

The two men stared at each other for a while, silently. Perplexed and frustrated, neither knew how to react to the other’s confessions.

— You avoid me every time my heats approach, Jayce then tried, in a quieter voice.

— Only because I didn’t think you were ready, Viktor responded, slightly frustrated. Jayce, I leave my clothes available for you to make your nest. I thought my intentions toward you were... crystal clear, if I may.

Jayce bit the inside of his cheek. So Viktor had noticed him stealing some of his clothes. This conversation was taking an incredibly awkward turn for the omega. It was true that for the past few months, he had appreciated having the alpha’s scent with him during this time. That scent calmed him, relaxed him. It helped him get through his heats faster, without feeling as weak or stressed afterward. Viktor’s scent had that soothing "something" Jayce had become completely dependent on.
But then, the two men were facing a serious communication problem.
And that raised another question: was Jayce ready to take the next step with Viktor? At that very moment, he wasn’t so sure.
This realization paralyzed him. He didn’t even know how to react, how to behave. Viktor... was waiting for him. He was waiting with infinite patience. And that thought, far from leaving him indifferent, awakened a troubling mix of warmth and nervousness inside him. His potential alpha was being incredibly patient with him.
Overcome by emotion, Jayce abruptly stood up from the chair and began pacing. Viktor, still seated, followed his every movement, his brows slightly furrowed.

— Jayce, I need you to talk to me, he tried, perhaps a little desperate in the situation.

— I… I don’t know, Viktor. I don’t know what to say to you.

Jayce locked eyes with his husband. Viktor was... magnificent. With that spark of intelligence in his eyes, that puzzled expression, as if he were analyzing a complex mechanism, Jayce had often found himself lost in contemplation of that beautiful face.
Had Viktor noticed this too?
Did Viktor also find him magnificent?
This thought made him feel a little warmer. He had come to complain…

— I... I need to be alone.

Jayce decided to admit defeat, much to Viktor’s dismay, who had hoped for answers from their brief encounter, especially after his confession.
The master of the place let the young researcher slip away, though irritated by the turn of events. Viktor took a moment to recall their conversation, Jayce’s arrival, his anger towards the council… thinking it through, it wasn’t the first time Advisor Salo had shown contempt. He would need to deal with this troublesome issue. For his own mental well-being, and for that of his husband.

Jayce spent the afternoon in his workshop. He immersed himself in his work, trying to develop a system capable of synthesizing Hextech crystals for various uses, both for Piltover and Zaun.
One of his smaller side projects was a water purification system for Zaun.
Viktor had been happy to help and had worked on correcting his calculations a few months ago, a time that had marked a turning point in their relationship. The two men had grown closer, becoming more than two strangers living in a forced shared space.
After a long, hot shower, Jayce collapsed onto his bed, exhausted. Viktor's words still echoed in his head: "I offer you my own clothes so you can make your nest." Just thinking about it made his face turn red.
How embarrassing.
And as he thought this, his hand landed on a sweater he had "borrowed" from Viktor a few days ago. Almost without thinking, he pressed it against his face. A soft, complex scent enveloped him immediately. It was a fragrance that was both woody and reassuring, like the idea of a home where one always feels safe. There was a subtle hint of spices, a delicate touch that barely pricked his senses before melting into a nearly musky softness.
It was so... Viktor.
Jayce closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He could have recognized this scent among a thousand others.
He never thought he would find himself fond of something as simple as a scent. Yet, here he was, his heart beating faster with every breath. This scent wasn’t just pleasant; it was a presence, Viktor's presence, even in his absence.
Jayce felt an inexplicable warmth rising within him, gentle and enveloping, but tinged with a hint of nervousness. Why did he feel so... good? Was it instinct? Or was it something more? He refused to answer that question, simply clutching the sweater to himself, as if this simple act could bring him a little closer to his Alpha.
In the intimacy of the moment, he whispered:

— You have no right to smell this good...

Almost instinctively, he ran a hand slowly over his stomach. His skin, more sensitive after the hot shower, shivered beneath his touch. If it had been Viktor's fingers, he had no doubt he would have sighed in pleasure.

Eyes closed, mind hazy, he slipped his hand under his towel and touched himself. He imagined Viktor's fingers in his place, stroking him with infinite tenderness. Then his mind wandered further, picturing Viktor kneeling before him, his golden eyes shining with admiration and desire.

Would Viktor have touched him that way? Would he have been so gentle? Jayce liked to think so.

With his eyes closed, his mind filled only with thoughts of his alpha, his scent, his imagined presence, Jayce began to stroke himself slowly. Soft sighs escaped his lips as he increased the pace.

His body felt like it was on fire as desire surged through him. He pressed his thumb against the tip of his cock, making him whimper softly. He imagined Viktor's thin lips sucking on him, giving him that look of devotion he always got when they talked about science in their lab.

Viktor would give him that same look, shining with admiration... and desire, especially, and he would suck on him until Jayce couldn't take it anymore, until he came. In his mouth? On his face? Jayce couldn't decide. Maybe a little of both. He wouldn't feel the orgasm coming and so wouldn't warn Viktor, who would end up with some of his seed on his cheek and lips, the rest in his mouth.

Pleasure surged in hot waves, culminating in a muffled moan. As the heat subsided, he felt the warm liquid trickle between his fingers. Out of breath, he tossed the vest aside and covered his eyes with his hand.

It wasn't the first time he had masturbated thinking about his alpha husband, but it was becoming more and more frequent. Did that mean he felt something for him? Come to think of it, maybe a little. And it was mutual.

That same thought scared him. If he gave in to the alpha, would he change? Would he, after getting what he wanted, stop him from continuing his research? Jayce was torn between desire and affection for this man, but also, and above all, a terrible fear. The fear of him losing his freedom.

Turning onto his stomach, his face buried in his pillow, he pulled the vest back towards him. Fatigue was starting to set in. This day had been exhausting, both physically and psychologically. And he was already thinking about tomorrow, about the aftermath of this morning's meeting. Just thinking about it made his stomach churn. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to see Councilor Salo's smug face again.

He fell asleep like that, anxiously thinking about what awaited him the next day.

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He hadn't woken up.
His alarm had rung, but the young man had kept snoozing it, again and again, until he had to sprint through the streets of Piltover to reach the Council as quickly as possible. What an idiot! He hadn’t even seen Viktor when he woke up, though he was likely in his workshop, as usual.

Lately, he had been seeing Viktor almost every morning. The two men shared breakfast together. And now that he thought about it, with Viktor's confession the previous evening, could this have been… a form of seduction from the alpha? If so, then it was really terrible.

No time to analyze this new information further. Out of breath, Jayce entered the council chamber, where all the counselors were already seated. Even… Viktor?!
The latter’s voice rose, his accent especially pronounced as he said his name.

— Ah… Jayce… we’ve been waiting for you. Please, join me.

Salo looked… perplexed, perhaps even slightly annoyed. His gaze kept darting back and forth between Viktor and Jayce.
Jayce approached Viktor’s counselor chair, the one he usually occupied. The alpha was sitting there, his cane resting against the large table.

The council meeting began, addressing the agenda and the various topics for discussion, including the use of hextech and its application for Piltover. That particular subject made Jayce nervous. Yesterday, Salo’s ramblings had interrupted him, and there was no doubt the man would continue sabotaging his project today, whether Viktor was present or not.

With his hands behind his back, Jayce listened as the meeting unfolded. He spoke very little, leaving Viktor to approve or reject certain proposals. For once, Jayce didn’t have to “get his hands dirty.”
But as time passed, he felt the tension building within him, something Viktor seemed to notice. The alpha cast him small glances and offered a half-smile meant to be reassuring. Finally, they reached the thorny issue of hextech’s application.

Counselor Salo smirked—a small, irritating expression that never failed to annoy Jayce.

After a final glance at Viktor, who responded with a subtle nod, and so Jayce spoke. He took a few minutes to present his project: the utility of the hextech he had developed—not without Viktor’s help—and all they could accomplish if the council approved its use.
The most challenging aspect to convey was the need to construct the hextech framework within the academy itself, for seismic, safety, and practical reasons.

Jayce knew he at least had the Kirammans and Mel Medarda on his side. Now, he just had to convince the other houses, which was no small feat. Even Professor Heimerdinger seemed hesitant on the matter.

In any case, Jayce didn’t get a chance to delve into the most critical details of his presentation. He was interrupted by Salo, who questioned why Viktor wasn’t speaking. Why were they being forced to listen to the fanciful theories of this omega?
All eyes turned to Viktor, and… Jayce had never seen or sensed the alpha angry before. Viktor was naturally calm.

Salo, however, seemed pleased with the state he had pushed the Zaunite into.

— Jayce isn’t a counselor, Viktor, if I’m not mistaken. So why listen to him? Why waste our precious time with a mere omega? Hmm? Not even bonded. One has to wonder what purpose your union serves, other than to grant yourself the power of a high-ranking leader.

Despite his frail constitution, Viktor was still an alpha, his scent sharp and exuding an unexpected strength. His fragrance grew stronger, and Jayce felt a slight dizziness as a result.

No one dared utter another word, though Mel seemed ready to intervene.
Viktor stood, his chair scraping against the floor and drawing everyone’s attention. Even Jayce flinched. The alpha retrieved his cane and, with a slow movement, took two steps toward him before stepping aside to indicate the now-empty seat.
Jayce’s eyes widened, his gaze surprised—above all, hesitant—as it met Viktor’s golden irises.

— Jayce, please, this seat is yours, Viktor said softly.

Salo slammed his fist on the table, casting a horrified look at Mel. She wasn’t going to allow this, was she?! The symbolism behind Viktor’s gesture was… outrageous!
Beyond the fact that no omega had ever truly sat on the Council—at most, a beta—Viktor had just officially handed over his “full authority” to an omega.
Salo was incensed.
Jayce, however, felt hot. Terribly hot. He looked at Viktor, his pupils blown wide. If this was one of Viktor’s twisted ways of seducing him, then it had worked.

Jayce hesitated, glancing at Mel, who was wearing a faint smile. That was enough to convince him.
He took a deep breath and returned his gaze to Viktor’s, which was gentle. There was no malice, no anger, nothing negative in his expression—only warmth and the mutual respect the two men shared.

Jayce took his place in Viktor Talis’s seat.

For the remainder of the Council meeting, even when Salo addressed Viktor directly, it was Jayce who answered. The others had no choice but to listen to Jayce and his Hextech project. Additional meetings would be required to decide whether Piltover would adopt this fusion of magic and science, but Jayce was hopeful it would be approved. The financial stakes were simply too high; he was confident the Council would vote in favor. Even Salo. The opportunity was just too enticing.

Viktor, for his part, didn’t say another word until the meeting concluded, nor afterward, even when some counselors tried to approach him to offer congratulations or question what had just happened.

— Viktor, you coming? Jayce called out, a little too cheerfully, earning a few looks.

— Mh… I’ll join you in a moment. I have one more thing to take care of, Jayce.

Jayce hesitated, casting a curious glance at Viktor as the man walked away, his cane tapping softly against the floor, heading toward Counselor Salo, who was still seated and clearly locked in a heated argument with Mel.

Though hesitant, the omega chose to obey and left the room. He would use the opportunity to stop by his lab to retrieve a few documents. Besides, he was unbearably hot. He really needed some fresh air.

Viktor approached the duo, who immediately ceased their bickering.
The alpha cast a glance at Mel, who nodded before leaving as well, bidding Salo a frosty goodbye on her way out.

That left only Salo and Viktor.
The aristocrat rose, leveling himself with Viktor. His haughty gaze betrayed the full extent of his disdain for the counselor representing Zaun. Viktor, however, offered only a faint smirk, utterly unbothered.

— When we accepted you onto the Council, I said nothing. A Zaunite sitting here... you should be grateful. But this omega…

His voice dripped with the disgust the situation inspired in him, along with the hatred he harbored—particularly for Jayce. Viktor felt a wave of heat surge through him, paired with a sharp, cold anger. Since killing Salo wasn’t an option…

— I won’t let this sli—

Before Salo could finish his sentence, he collapsed onto the Council table, doubled over from the blow delivered by Viktor’s cane.
The alpha leaned over him, whispering softly into his ear:

— If I must personally deal with you to ensure Jayce’s happiness, know that I won’t hesitate for even a second. You are safe nowhere—not even in your own home. And don’t forget, if you hold as much sway over Zaun today as you do, it is partly thanks to me.

Viktor straightened up and adjusted his jacket with an air of indifference.

— This little discussion, Counselor Salo, was particularly… eh… pleasant. I hope you found it as enlightening as I did. Have a good day.

And with that, he left.
Salo, still reeling, struggled to catch his breath. Viktor’s words echoed in his mind: “You are safe nowhere.”
The rage that burned within him was indescribable. He would have his revenge. He would destroy them both—Viktor… and especially Jayce.

Viktor joined Jayce in his lab, fully aware that he would find him there. He knocked twice and entered without waiting for a response.
The first thing that hit him was the scent. It was overwhelming—Jayce’s scent. This sweet, intense fragrance of honey seemed to fill the entire space, immediately putting Viktor’s senses on high alert. Jayce was in heat.
How was that possible? Just moments ago, he seemed perfectly fine. And now… Jayce was slumped against one of his desks, sitting, his pants slightly undone, casting a dark, burning gaze full of desire at Viktor.

— Alpha, he whispered in a hoarse voice.

Viktor couldn’t hold back a low growl. Jayce was… irresistible. Maybe a little too clothed? But it was neither the place nor the time! They needed to leave before anyone caught them.

— Jayce, he said softly.

The omega’s gaze, filled with concern and frustration, made Viktor’s resolve waver immediately.

— Omega, he said more affectionately.

Jayce gave a small appreciative whine, his cheeks flushed with heat.
Viktor stepped closer and slid a cool hand down his back, to the nape of his neck, where he applied a reassuring pressure. Jayce’s skin felt like it was boiling.
Taking a step back to focus, Viktor released calming pheromones, hoping to soothe his partner a little.

— Let’s go home, he said gently.

Jayce let out a slight frustrated grunt. He knew they had to leave, but it was so difficult. Their “home” seemed so far away. Would he even be able to hold on until then?
The desperate look he threw at Viktor made him falter. The alpha wanted to help him, protect him, love him. All of that, and more.
Oh yes, he wanted to show him just how much he loved him.

— We’ll take care of you at home. At our place.

— You’ll stay with me? Jayce asked, a glimmer of clarity in his eyes.

— If that’s what you want. Everything you desire, Jayce, I will give it to you.

That was too much for the omega, who stood up and captured Viktor’s lips in a feverish kiss, full of passion and heat.

The ride back to the manor was an endless trial for Jayce. Held close to Viktor in their vehicle, he clung to him like a lifeline, his fingers gripping tightly into the alpha’s coat. Every breath he took was filled with Viktor’s reassuring and intoxicating scent, calming the fever burning through his body, but never enough to satisfy him fully.
Once they arrived, Viktor escorted Jayce to his quarters. They walked through the halls to the room where Jayce had made his nest. The omega stayed nestled against Viktor’s neck, inhaling his scent with such intensity that his head almost spun.

Once near the bed, after his alpha helped him settle in, Jayce grabbed his wrist, preventing the owner of the room from leaving. That same thought was unbearably painful for the omega, who then looked at him with a pleading expression.

— Stay, he whispered, almost desperate.

Viktor let out a soft laugh, full of tenderness but laced with an inner struggle. He knew what was happening here.
With infinite gentleness, he caressed Jayce's face, his thumb tracing the contour of his lips, which he longed for desperately. Those trembling lips parted and closed around his thumb. Jayce's gaze was fiery, an intense and consuming flame.
Viktor felt his blood heat up and rush to a very specific part of his anatomy.
Those lips… he wanted to see them elsewhere.

— I want to do this right, Jayce, Viktor murmured, his voice husky with desire. I want—

— I'm ready, Vik… I want you, now, Jayce whispered, his voice soft and assured. It's not the first time. Yesterday, I…

He blushed slightly before adding:

— Yesterday, I touched myself thinking of you.

Viktor's breath caught for a moment. The words echoed in his mind with unrelenting clarity. Jayce… yesterday? He really did that? Imagining him, alone in that room, whispering his name in the intimacy of that act… It sent a jolt through his entire body.
Before he could respond, another wave of heat crashed over Jayce, who whimpered in both pain and desire, leaving him breathless.
A growl escaped Viktor as he lay down on the bed, starting to undress. He could feel himself slowly losing control. He knew that soon, he would be a moaning, incoherent mess. 

His fingers trembled as he desperately tried to unbutton his shirt.

— Viktor… please, he breathed, his voice broken by need and urgency.

Viktor hesitated for a second. But faced with this vision, with the overwhelming scent of Jayce, with his distress and desire, he knew he could resist no longer.
He slowly placed his cane against the wall and approached, slipping onto the bed. Jayce instinctively moved over to make room for him in his nest. Their lips met in a burning kiss, leaving them both breathless.

Viktor grabbed Jayce's trembling hands, taking over the task of undoing the buttons of that damn shirt. One by one, he uncovered the omega's chest, each inch revealed only intensifying his desire. Despite the insecurities Jayce might have about his body, Viktor found him magnificent. He looked at him with that fiery, longing gaze, which made Jayce blush even more.

He gently placed his hand on his chest, his cold fingers contrasting sharply against the burning skin. His fingers caressed the firm flesh, tracing invisible circles, savoring each shiver he provoked. In that moment, Viktor saw only him.

— Touch me, Jayce breathed, out of breath.

The scene was charged with an almost unbearable tension. Jayce, consumed by a scorching heat, was completely focused on Viktor, his alpha, the only one capable of giving him the relief he desperately sought. Their clothes were gone, abandoned on the floor, finally freeing their bodies to reunite. Viktor, with a controlled calm despite the inner storm he was going through, let his hands explore every inch of Jayce's body. His fingers lingered where the skin was most sensitive, tracing lines of fire that drew impatient moans from the omega.

— Tell me, Jayce, omega, what do you need? asked Viktor in a hoarse voice, but full of softness.

Jayce, panting, murmured:

— I need you... inside me.

And Viktor was happy to grant his request, sliding one hand between the omega's powerful legs, to press two fingers against his already damp intimacy. He slipped in a first phalange, hesitating to continue, observing each twitch, each small reaction of Jayce with attention. Frustrated by this slowness, Jayce spread his legs further, his voice filled with supplication:

— More... Viktor, alpha, please, I need more!

Viktor raised a soft, affectionate look at Jayce and leaned in to claim his lips again.

— Stay calm, I want to do things right, Jayce.

So Viktor began to prepare him, even though in his state it was quite unnecessary. 

A second finger joined the first, then a second phalange, and with three fingers, Jayce was reduced to a moaning, incoherent mass. He watched the slight tremors of his muscles, the shivers that ran through his body, the sighs and moans that escaped his lips. When he found that hidden spot within him, the one that made him arch his back and gasp louder, Viktor lingered, exploring it with almost methodical precision. Jayce completely lost his footing, his moans turning into muffled cries, his body trembling under the intensity of the orgasm that suddenly overwhelmed him.

— Viktor... Viktor... Viktor... he repeated in an endless litany, his name becoming a prayer, a call, a cry.

Even after reaching that first orgasm, Jayce still wanted more. His eyes shone with desire, and his voice, though weak, was still tinged with that insatiable craving: 

— I need you... now... really you, Viktor. 

The alpha, although prey to his own instincts, maintained an almost superhuman control. He knew that patience would make this moment even more perfect. As he positioned himself above Jayce, his fingers left his body gently, leaving behind an almost unbearable void.

Jayce, cheeks flushed and breath short, looked up at Viktor with shining eyes. He wanted him, more than anything. 

I'm yours," Viktor murmured, his voice deep and filled with emotion. "And you are mine." And finally, he answered his omega's call, with all the tenderness and passion he held in his heart. He entered him with exquisite softness, making them both moan in unison. Jayce finally felt whole, as if he had found his soulmate in Viktor. Their gazes remained fixed on each other, sharing an intimacy that transcended words.

Viktor moved with infinite delicacy, his gaze never leaving Jayce's. Each thrust was imbued with a rare tenderness, an almost palpable reverence. Jayce, for his part, felt each movement as a wave of heat and pleasure that seemed to engulf him entirely. 

— You are so beautiful, murmured Viktor, his voice hoarse, betraying the emotion boiling within him. 

Jayce blushed at the compliment, but he didn't look away. His trembling but sure hands found their place on Viktor's shoulders, seeking an anchor, something to hold onto as he was carried away by passion. 

— Viktor, it's you... you who make everything perfect... he replied in a breathless voice.

Viktor's movements gradually gained intensity, although he continued to monitor his omega's reactions with careful attention. Each moan of pleasure, each shiver that ran through Jayce's body, each time he pronounced his name with such burning fervor, confirmed to Viktor that he was doing things right, that he was giving Jayce what he needed. 

Jayce, for his part, was slowly losing his footing. He was nothing more than a mass of sensations, his legs instinctively wrapping around Viktor, holding him close, as if he feared this moment would end. 

— Viktor, more... I want to feel all of you…

The alpha responded to this plea by pressing his body a little harder against Jayce's, their burning skin rubbing against each other, their pheromones mingling in an intoxicating blend. Viktor no longer fully restrained his instincts, letting out a low growl, but still, he made sure not to lose that gentleness that seemed so important to his omega. 

— I love you, Jayce... I love you so much, he murmured, between kisses placed on his partner's reddened lips. 

These words, spoken in a moment of intense intimacy, touched Jayce deeply. His eyes filled with tears, but he didn't have time to say anything, his body suddenly contracting under a new wave of pleasure. 

— Viktor! he cried, his body tensing violently as he reached a new peak, even more intense than the previous one. 

Feeling Jayce yield beneath him like that, feeling the way he surrendered completely, pushed Viktor to let go himself. With one final, deep, and determined thrust, he reached his own point of no return, a hoarse growl escaping his throat as his body trembled under the intensity of the moment. 

The silence in the room was charged with a palpable intimacy, only broken by their breaths that gradually synchronized. Viktor, still bound to Jayce by his knot, held his omega tenderly against him. His slender hands wandered distractedly over Jayce's warm skin, a way for him to stay connected to this moment, to this being who had become his universe. 

Jayce, his face buried in Viktor's neck, let out small sighs of satisfaction, lulled by the soothing presence of his alpha. He felt every pulse of this knot within him, every bond that made them inseparable for the moment. It wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary. A warm, enveloping warmth invaded him, a feeling of fullness he had never experienced before.

His fingers gently caressed Jayce's tousled hair, and a small smile brushed his lips. The thought that their union could have more tangible consequences, that one day he could see Jayce carrying a child born of their love, stirred in him a primal, almost overwhelming feeling.

— You’re incredible, he murmured, his breath still uneven.

Jayce, eyes half-closed, flashed a soft smile.

— With you... everything is.

They surrendered to each other, savoring this unique moment, their bond seeming stronger than ever.

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Jayce felt as if he were floating in a soothing mist. Lying comfortably in his sheets, enveloped in Viktor's scent, he felt incredibly at ease. From the moment he had taken Viktor’s knot inside him, filling him deliciously with his seed, his heat had instantly subsided—just as Viktor’s fleeting ruts had. And though he had still felt a few lingering waves of warmth, Viktor had remained by his side to soothe them.

Jayce was grateful for that.

He had always hated his heats, suffering through them alone, locked away for days without truly being able to find relief—forced into isolation to avoid the risk of crossing paths with a malicious alpha. In the end, this arranged marriage wasn’t so bad after all. In fact, now that he thought about it, it had no downsides. He wasn’t sure if he loved this man yet, but what he felt for him—this affection mixed with overwhelming desire—was undeniable. There was a sort of chemistry between them, both in bed and in their workshops.

Jayce admired that brilliant mind, capable of wonders.

And actually… maybe he did love him, just a little, now that he thought about it.

A foolish smile stretched across his lips before he buried his face in the pillow Viktor had slept on. His scent sent a shiver down his spine. Maybe… maybe he still wanted him.

Meanwhile, Viktor was busy preparing breakfast for his little omega. After two long days spent in bed, making love to him tenderly… and sometimes with less tenderness, he was now dedicating himself to crafting a proper feast for his husband.

Alas, the blissful cloud he was floating on was short-lived. Before placing the newspaper on the tray he had prepared for Jayce, Viktor gave it a quick glance. The front-page headline made his eyes widen in horror before a deep, simmering rage took over, tearing a curse from his lips in his native tongue. There was no way he could show this to Jayce… But his omega had a habit of always reading the morning paper.

Letting out a long sigh, the alpha forced himself to stay calm. He folded the newspaper and placed it on the tray before picking it up to bring to Jayce’s quarters. Walking with a tray balanced in his hands, after two days of intense exertion and without his cane, was a bit tricky—but not impossible. Viktor took his time, using it to steady his emotions and consider the best way to handle this thorny issue.

When he entered the bedroom, he was greeted by the sight of his omega lying on his stomach, his perfectly rounded ass on full display. So perfect , Viktor thought. He felt more than lucky to have such a breathtaking mate at his side. Honestly, Jayce was the very embodiment of temptation.

Now that he had tasted him, there was no way he could ever go without.

— Jayce?

A low groan was his only response. Viktor let out an amused chuckle before speaking again:

— Omega.

This time, Jayce rolled onto his back, making no effort to hide his cock, fully aware of the effect he had on his alpha. His gaze, gleaming with desire, reflected his hunger all too clearly.

— Alpha… he purred, his voice husky and warm.

Viktor inhaled sharply, but his breath hitched despite himself. His silk pajama pants suddenly felt far too tight.

— Eat first, we'll deal with that later.

He said this, but he knew full well that once Jayce saw the newspaper, he wouldn't want anything else. The thought of forgetting the tray and simply enjoying him crossed his mind, but it would be unfair to the young man lying in front of him. Well...

He set the tray down at the edge of the bed, and Jayce slowly sat up, winking at him mischievously.

— It's you I want to devour, Alpha.

The temptation was... overwhelming.

Jayce let out a little laugh as he saw the color rise to Viktor's cheeks before he grabbed the newspaper. After a long sip of coffee and a glass of water downed in one go, he felt a little more awake. After all they'd done, he was a bit dehydrated.

Then, he lowered his eyes to the front page of the newspaper... and froze.

In bold capital letters, the headline struck him like a whip:
“JAYCE TALIS, AN OMEGA IN CHARGE?!”

A shiver of horror ran through him, instantly wiping away any desire for his companion.

— V… Viktor...? he murmured in a trembling voice. Did you see this?!

When he looked up at Viktor, he caught him avoiding his gaze. Yes. He had seen it.

Jayce's hands began to tremble. The horror and reality of the situation hit him like a punch to the solar plexus. His breath caught in his chest, and his eyes filled with tears.

Viktor, seeing the anxiety attack beginning, reacted immediately. He gently took Jayce's hands and placed the newspaper on the nightstand.

— Jayce... Jayce, look at me, he ordered firmly, instinctively releasing calming pheromones.

The omega lifted his tearful, broken gaze to him.

— How am I going to do this…? he whispered in a choked voice. They’ll never take me seriously again, Viktor... They...

The pain in his voice pierced Viktor deeply. He let go of his hands and cupped Jayce's face, gently caressing his cheekbones with his thumbs. Seeing him like this stirred a quiet rage in Viktor.

Salo was going to pay for this.

— Don't think about it. I know it's hard, but please, Jayce, forget it. Forget the newspaper. Let me take care of this. Eat. Rest...

Then, with infinite tenderness, Viktor placed a kiss on each of his cheekbones.

— Today, or tomorrow, when you're ready, I'll introduce you to a friend of mine. Someone powerful in Zaun, so you can present your water treatment project to him.

Viktor knew that by saying this, he had captured Jayce's full attention, that for at least a moment, Jayce had set aside his problems with Piltover and the High Council.

— Jayce, the fact that you're an omega doesn't change the fact that you're a counselor now. I think this is... on the contrary, a great opportunity. You're showing them all that a leader doesn't need to be an alpha or a beta... that our second gender doesn't matter. It's a strength, Jayce. Use it.

He paused before adding, more darkly:

— And regarding that newspaper... Eh... let me handle it. Alright?

There was something in his voice, a hint of contained threat, that made Jayce’s heart skip a beat. He liked this enigmatic side of the scientist, this underlying danger that emanated from him. It was thrilling.

Just like three days ago, at the council, when Viktor had made him sit in his place and officially named him counselor...

Jayce loved this man.

A shiver of warmth ran through him. His pupils dilated from desire, and slowly, he slipped his arms around the alpha's shoulders, pulling him closer.

— Viktor... he whispered in a deep voice. Fuck me.

And who was Viktor to refuse such a request?

Jayce was nervous.
He rarely ventured into the Undercity, and especially not on foot. Viktor and he were walking side by side through the seedy streets of Zaun, and to his surprise, the passersby stepped aside as they went. Was it because they recognized him, Jayce Talis? Or was it Viktor, whose status as a representative of Zaun gave him an intimidating aura?

The air of Zaun was a living thing, an invisible entity that seeped into every corner, clung to clothes, and burned the throat slightly. It carried the acrid smell of overheated machines, industrial fumes escaping from broken pipes, mixed with the more organic scents of underground life.

A blend of soot, metal, and volatile chemistry, overwhelming, almost suffocating.

Sometimes, a gust of wind would descend from Piltover’s heights, carrying cooler air that quickly got lost in the stagnant humidity of the Undercity. But most of the time, the air was heavy, thick, as if it sought to cling to the lungs of those who dared to breathe it.

The greenish, murky fumes of the chemtech chimneys swirled in the darkness, drawing fleeting shapes above the roofs of sheet metal and broken glass. In the dark alleys, the air also carried whispers, rumors of creeping crime, the veiled calls of illusion merchants in bottles, the metallic echo of hurried footsteps on the wet cobblestones.

Breathing in Zaun meant accepting to let a part of oneself slowly corrode, at the same pace as the city itself.

Jayce hated it.
It had to change.

The Council couldn’t possibly keep turning a blind eye to the dire situation of Zaun's residents. After cleaning the water, he would tackle their air.

The people of Zaun deserved to breathe.

— Viktor...?

— Yes, Jayce?

— Are you sure you know where we're going? We’re heading deeper into Zaun...

Jayce didn’t feel particularly safe. Still, Viktor kept walking steadily, seemingly unfazed by their surroundings. Jayce’s sweet scent, just after his heats, was even stronger in this unhealthy environment. Viktor appreciated it.

— Don’t worry, we’re almost there.

Jayce hoped so. They had almost crossed the entire city.

And indeed, they stopped in front of a bar with colorful neon lights, which stood out against the dark landscape. The sign read “The Last Drop.” Jayce gave his companion a curious glance, who wore a slight smile. He seemed... strangely amused.

— We’re not actually going in there, are we? Jayce asked, surprised to see Viktor, unbothered, preparing to step into the bar.

And that’s exactly what they did.

The loud music inside made Jayce jump. Several pairs of eyes turned toward them, judging them with a scowl, sending chills down his spine. It was a bar full of thugs and crooks, at first glance.

A massive and imposing woman was sitting at a table in the back, one hand carelessly placed on a pile of chips, the other digging into the worn backrest of her chair. She dominated the poker game with a nonchalant presence, her sharp gaze scanning her opponents with distant amusement.

Sevika.

When Jayce and Viktor stepped into The Last Drop, a tense silence settled around the table. Sevika slowly lifted her head, abandoning her cards with a lazy gesture. Her cold, merciless, piercing gaze slid over them, assessing their presence as one would evaluate a potential threat.

— Well, well, the Piltover folk are lost in the slums...

Her voice was rough, marked by tobacco and the shadow of Zaun's alleys. With a smooth motion, she stood, pushing her chair back with a quick kick of her heel. Her coat fluttered slightly behind her as she advanced, her heavy footsteps echoing on the tired wooden floor.

Around them, a few regulars exchanged whispers.

She stopped in front of them, sizing up Jayce with a mocking glint in her eye. The sweet scent of the omega, still lingering from his recent heats, tickled her nostrils. She raised an eyebrow, amused.

A carnivorous smile stretched across her lips.

Jayce clenched his fists.

Viktor’s voice cut through the air, his accent particularly noticeable, his tone calm and composed, yet commanding respect nonetheless.

— We’re here to see Silco, Sevika.

She scrutinized him for a moment, her eyes searching his, before she turned with a slight smirk.

— He’s expecting you, she replied, gesturing for them to follow.

Silco was in his office, deep within the bowels of the bar, far from the bustle of the main room. Bent over his papers, the industrialist appeared deep in thought when Sevika knocked twice on the door before opening it.
Silco shot her an annoyed glance. He was busy, she knew that. So what the hell was she doing here?
Then he heard the familiar click of a cane, and finally, a thin smile curled on his full lips.
— Jayce, let me introduce you to the man who raised me and helped me get to where I am today, Viktor said after Sevika closed the door behind them.
She leaned against the wooden door, arms crossed, silent.
Jayce instinctively stepped closer to Viktor, out of caution. Then, he turned his attention back to Silco. The information Viktor had provided made his eyes widen in confusion.
Viktor was lying… right? He wasn’t Silco’s son? Impossible…
Noticing his discomfort, Silco let out a small, rough laugh, leaning back in his chair before pulling a cigar from a drawer and cutting it.
— Adoptive father, he clarified with amusement.
He recognized Jayce, the omega Viktor had agreed to marry. He still remembered the conversations he’d had with the alpha about it. However, he hadn’t expected to meet him one day.
The sweet scent of the omega tickled his nose. Interesting… He looked up with curiosity at Viktor, who seemed… amused. Too amused, even.
— What do I owe the honor of your visit, gentlemen?
With a calm gesture, he lit his cigar and blew long streams of smoke toward the ceiling.
Jayce, after regaining his composure, quickly opened his bag and took out several documents.
— I… no, we have a proposal to make to you… Sir.
He placed the files on the mafioso’s cluttered desk. Silco took them with one hand and quickly skimmed through the first pages with a sharp gaze.
Jayce exchanged one last look with Viktor before clearing his throat to explain. The alpha gave him an encouraging smile.

It was, after all, less terrible than addressing the Council.
Silco seemed genuinely interested. Not for financial reasons, at least not just those. He was listening to him, without judgment. And for the first time in a long time, Jayce felt he could speak freely, present his ideas without fearing that his words would be ridiculed.
This feeling gave him confidence. Slowly, he became more animated, carried away by his passion, almost forgetting who he was talking to. He even leaned over the desk, grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen that Silco handed him, quickly sketching diagrams to illustrate his points when the leader of Zaun asked for clarification.

The work would be enormous, but they had time. And Silco, well, he had the money.

He agreed to become the primary sponsor of the project, but with one condition: that Jayce also work on a solution to purify the air in Zaun.

— The people of this city deserve to breathe, he concluded, crushing his cigar in a glass ashtray.

Jayce nodded, his heart pounding. They had an ally.

He gathered his things and prepared to leave the office, watching Viktor as he did.

— Go have a drink, Viktor told him with a slight smile. I’ll join you soon.

Jayce hesitated. The idea of waiting outside seemed much more appealing… but after so many discussions, a cold drink would be welcome.

Summoning his courage, he made his way to the bar, doing his best to avoid the curious — and aggressive — gazes of the alphas who populated the Last Drop...

— A… pint, please.

— Of course, name’s Vander by the way.

— A pint, please… Vander, Jayce finished, offering an embarrassed smile.

The bartender, a large guy with a sturdy build, gave him a friendly smile before serving him without hesitation. Jayce discreetly sighed, trying to relax his tense shoulders.

Jayce observed the bartender with more attention. He was… strong for an… omega… ? He smelled like one. He had an unexpectedly sweet scent despite his build: a fragrance of charcoal and burnt wood, reminding him of the comforting warmth of a fireplace.

— I hope my husband hasn’t given you too much trouble?

The deep laugh that accompanied the question startled Jayce.

Husband?

He raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing who he was dealing with.

Nervousness hit him at first, but as he met the man’s warm gaze, it gradually faded away.

— No, on the contrary… He was very attentive. And interested. It’s a change from the Council, honestly.

Vander snorted, amused.

— Those vultures only see their own interests. They’d sacrifice the well-being of the people without hesitation to serve themselves.

— That’s… exactly it, Jayce muttered. It’s exhausting.

— I imagine so.

A sudden movement then caught Jayce’s attention.

A small blue whirlwind had just arrived at the counter, closely followed by another figure, taller, with red hair. The two girls clung to Vander, speaking rapidly.

The omega took a moment to understand, then the information hit him when the redhead called the bartender "dad."

Jayce blushed slightly.

Silco… The great Silco, the formidable industrialist, had a family. An imposing husband, an omega no less, far from the clichés often associated with their caste. A broad stature, a deep voice marked by years of smoking a pipe… And two daughters.
One of them, the youngest, was his exact opposite. She had uncontrollable energy, messy blue hair, and a piercing gaze that quickly locked onto Jayce.
She stared at him for a moment before exclaiming cheerfully:
— But it’s Viktor’s Piltie!
Jayce furrowed his brow. “Piltie”? He wasn’t sure he liked the term.
— What are you doing here, Pretty Boy? the redhead continued, smirking. Got lost?
— Powder. Vi. 

Vander growled in a stern tone.
Powder rolled her eyes. And in a swift motion that Jayce didn’t even have time to react to, she snatched the documents from his hands.
— What’s this?
She flicked through the handwritten pages, squinting as she looked over the water sanitation plans.
— Powder, give them back, Vander grumbled.
But he stopped when he saw the younger girl’s serious, focused expression.
She tapped one of the pages with her fingernail.
— Mh… Looks like our adorable crippled guy has found himself a little genius for a companion.
Jayce took his documents back with an exasperated sigh.
— It’s a joint project.
— Ah! I bet Viktor did everything then!
Jayce opened his mouth to protest, but Powder continued without giving him a chance to respond:
— By the way, your calculations on water pressure are wrong. You didn’t account for certain existing devices that are—
— We’re replacing everything! Jayce cut in, irritated.
— You won’t be able to replace everything. And even if you did, your calculations would still be flawed.
Jayce couldn’t believe it. This kid dared question his work?!
But instead of getting angry, he asked someone in the room for a pencil. Suddenly, he felt much less intimidated.

Meanwhile, Viktor was calmly making his way back from Silco’s office.
The meeting had lasted longer than expected.
They’d talked about Jayce. His feelings toward him. And most importantly… the article in The Piltover Gazette.

The scandal .
The newspaper had published a front-page story about Jayce, and it was certainly no coincidence. Probably a revenge from the Council… or worse, from Salo himself.
Viktor had warned him. There would be consequences.
A sigh escaped the scientist’s lips as he reached the bar's upper floor.
His gaze swept across the room.
And what he saw made him stop dead in his tracks.
Jayce and Jinx were sitting on the floor, surrounded by a pile of papers and sketches. Vi, Vander, and several customers had gathered around them, some even moving tables to make room.
Viktor felt an amused smile tug at his lips.
He slowly approached, resting his hands on his cane.
A quick glance told him what they were debating. Water pressure.
In fact… Powder wasn’t wrong.
He had asked himself a few questions about it. The current installations were outdated, their operation unpredictable after decades without maintenance.

When they arrived at the manor, it was time to part ways.
Each had to return to their respective apartments. After all, Jayce no longer had his heat. There was no reason to share the same bed.
...Was there?
Jayce hesitated.
— Viktor…?
The scientist, who was removing his jacket to hand it to a butler, turned his head toward him, intrigued.
He raised an eyebrow as he noticed Jayce’s nervous expression.
— Yes, Jayce?
Jayce opened his mouth, hesitated.
Viktor waited. Then, in a softer voice, he encouraged him:
— Tell me what’s bothering you. Please, be honest. You don’t have to be afraid with me.
Jayce took a light breath.
A little luck. A little courage.
And then he dared.
— Can I sleep with you tonight?
Viktor blinked.
The surprise quickly passed, replaced by a gentle warmth that settled in his chest.

— Of course, Jayce.

Jayce blushed, but his smile was unmistakable. He was delighted.

On a wave of courage, he leaned in and placed a small kiss on Viktor's cheek, right on the corner of his lips.

— I’ll shower, change, and be right there.

Then he slipped away, leaving Viktor alone in the hall.

Viktor stood frozen for a few seconds, a faint smile hovering on his lips. He was touched.

He liked... the direction their relationship was taking.

Did he love him?

Maybe.

What he was certain of, was that he deeply cared for Jayce.

And he trusted him enough to have introduced him to his family, even if he had hidden behind the excuse of their project.

With an almost amused sigh, he headed toward his room.

He took a quick shower, then slipped into a pair of silk trousers and a light shirt before sliding into his sheets. A book in hand, he patiently waited for Jayce’s arrival.

If the Omega was nervous on his side, Viktor, on the other hand, could feel his own impatience growing.

Of course, they had shared the same bed in the past days… but only out of necessity.

This time, it was different. It was a choice.

A simple, almost domestic gesture. But to him, it marked a turning point.

And the thought of waking up tomorrow morning with Jayce by his side…

… made him smile a little foolishly.

Jayce eventually appeared, clearly embarrassed.

Viktor mentally noted how expressive his Omega was. His cheeks flushed with shyness, his hesitant air, the way he avoided his gaze...

He was adorable.

And that t-shirt, almost too tight, hugging his muscles... That pair of pants, which showcased his perfect backside far too well...

Viktor discreetly cleared his throat before tapping the space next to him, inviting him to join.

Jayce hesitated for a moment, then complied, sitting down next to him.

— Haha... sleep... I mean...

Viktor raised an eyebrow, amused. He could easily guess what was on Jayce’s mind.

After all, he had thought about it too.

— Like the last few days, we... mh...

He was searching for his words, visibly uncomfortable.

Viktor, on the other hand, decided to make it easier for him.

— Fucked?

Jayce jumped.

He looked up at Viktor with wide eyes, shocked by the bluntness of the word, and instantly blushed all the way to his ears.

A small laugh escaped the scientist, who calmly closed his book before placing it on the bedside table.

— Let’s not be afraid of words, mh? he added, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jayce lowered his gaze to his hands, nervously fiddling with them, but eventually nodded.

Then, in a softer voice, but with an unexpected determination, he finally dared:

— Viktor...

Viktor raised an eyebrow slightly, silently inviting him to continue.

— I want to sleep in your arms.

Viktor felt his heart miss a beat.

That request, so gentle, so sincere... His eyes lit up with infinite tenderness.

Oh, with pleasure.

— With pleasure, láska... he whispered almost intimately.

Jayce timidly lifted his gaze toward him.

Then, in a breath, almost as a confession:

— And tomorrow morning...

He paused slightly, took a breath.

— I want you to make love to me.

A silence.

Slowly, Viktor flashed a smile.

A smile full of mischief, but above all, of a tender and deep desire.

— Well, Jayce...

His gaze caught his, intense, burning.

— I will do it with the greatest pleasure.

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Jayce had taken quite some time to fall asleep, nervous at the idea of sharing his husband's bed, but mostly imagining what awaited him in the morning. He hadn't dared to move closer to Viktor in that vast bed, strangely intimidated. And yet, they had spent days making love, their naked bodies pressed together… but tonight, in the owner's bed, dressed in their pajamas, it felt different. Intimidating.

Eventually, he had drifted off, and in his sleep, he had naturally moved closer to the alpha.

Viktor didn’t sleep much, in general. Four to six hours were enough for him to be fully rested. So when he opened his eyes before dawn, he wasn’t surprised by the lingering darkness. What did surprise him, however, was finding himself in Jayce’s strong arms, the omega pressed against his back, his erection pressing unmistakably against him. A deep blush crept up Viktor’s cheeks, even more so when Jayce let out a soft whimper.

— Jayce…? Viktor murmured gently.

Jayce was fast asleep. But the sound of Viktor’s voice stirred something in him. The omega behind him let out a faint purr before sighing softly and settling down again, surrendering to an even deeper slumber. He didn’t move again.

Viktor had to summon all his self-control not to shake Jayce awake and demand that he take responsibility for this.

Luckily, Jayce wasn’t a heavy sleeper either, though he did stay asleep an hour or two longer than his partner. He woke as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the shutters. Still caught between sleep and wakefulness, he buried his face against the alpha’s neck, inhaling his scent, soaking in the warmth of his skin and the fragrance of his gland. He lost himself in it with obvious pleasure…

Without even realizing it, his body reacted.

Much to Viktor’s dismay, who felt his own restraint dangerously slipping.

— Jayce? Viktor tried again, as red as a lobster.

A lazy smile stretched across Jayce’s lips as he recognized the voice of his adorable partner. This man who had helped him through his heats, the one who had secured him a seat on the Council… The man with those piercing eyes that made him melt so deliciously. Aaah… that intense gaze when he fucked him, Jayce adored it. He felt seen and desired like never before. Viktor had a way of looking at him—thoughtful and burning all at once—that made him unbearably hot.

And then, slowly, reality settled in.

Viktor was in his arms. Trapped in his embrace. And above all…

— Oh! Viktor! I… I’m so sorry!

Jayce jolted back, releasing him instantly, putting as much distance between them as possible, ashamed of his body’s uncontrolled reaction.

Viktor turned slowly in bed, his own state not much better. And since he had promised Jayce the night before…

He closed the gap between them, positioning himself over his omega. Jayce flinched, surprised, but he didn’t resist.

— Jayce, let me make you feel good.

Suddenly, Jayce felt shy.

It was one thing to have sex during his heats—his instincts took over, making resistance impossible. That lack of choice was, in a way, an escape. He could act like the filthiest slut, hiding behind the guise of an omega in heat, desperate to be taken by the first alpha who’d have him. By Viktor. His wonderful alpha.

But he wasn’t in heat anymore.

And even though he had asked for this the night before, he didn’t feel quite as brave now. This kind of intimacy was different—strangely personal. It made their relationship feel… more real.

Their relationship.

What even was it? They were married, sure, but still unmarked. Did Viktor even like him? Love him? And Jayce, did he…?

That question kept haunting him.

He loved him. Or at least, he was starting to. One thing was certain, though: he trusted Viktor. Enough to know that he would never judge him, enough to feel safe in his body and his sexuality with him.

Taking a shaky breath, Jayce spread his thighs just slightly for his alpha.

Viktor, having caught the fleeting distress in his omega’s eyes, leaned down to steal a kiss—soft and reassuring. He wasn’t particularly fond of morning kisses, but for Jayce, he’d make an exception. He’d do anything to make this man happy.

His lips trailed from Jayce’s mouth to his jaw, grazing his skin before finding their way to his neck. But he didn’t remain idle—one of his hands slipped between them, two fingers teasing at the omega’s damp entrance, pressing against the quivering flesh where slick was already pooling.

— Already wet? Viktor murmured hotly against Jayce’s ear. Is it me that gets you like this, little omega?

A violent shiver ran through Jayce, who could only respond with a muffled moan.

Yes. He was wet. For him. For his alpha.

Viktor let out a small chuckle, finding his mate absolutely adorable. Slowly, he pushed his fingers inside, savoring the hot, slick warmth that welcomed him. Jayce moaned in response, his fingers instinctively gripping the alpha’s shoulders.

Viktor took his time. He stroked Jayce’s inner walls with exquisite gentleness, appreciating the way his body reacted to his touch. Every movement of his fingers tore breathy sighs from Jayce, his hips seeking more, chasing the pleasure, demanding it.

— So eager, Viktor murmured, his breath ghosting over his omega’s sensitive skin. Look at you… Arching for me, desperate for my touch.

Jayce flushed a deep red, turning his gaze away, but his parted lips betrayed the effect Viktor had on him. He wanted more. He wanted everything. And yet, hesitation still flickered in his dark eyes. Viktor noticed, and without pausing his ministrations, he gently tilted Jayce’s chin up with his fingers.

— Tell me what you want, he whispered against his lips. I want to hear you.

A shudder ran through Jayce, his tongue nervously swiping over his lips before he dared to meet his husband's gaze. His alpha. A warm sensation spread through him. Viktor was there—patient, present. He wasn’t pushing him. He wasn’t demanding anything. He was giving him a choice, despite the urgency they both felt.

— You, Jayce finally murmured in a trembling breath. I want you, Viktor.

A shiver ran down the alpha’s spine at those words.

Gently, he withdrew his fingers, drawing a small shudder from Jayce beneath him. Then, he pulled back just enough to take him in—to admire the body offered to him, vulnerable yet so determined. His hand trailed along Jayce’s hip, caressing the soft skin, marking the moment with a tender touch.

— Then I’ll give you everything you want…

He positioned himself, his gaze locked onto Jayce’s, searching for any sign of discomfort. But all he found was desire and unwavering trust. So, slowly, he sank into him, reveling in the heat that enveloped him.

Jayce clung to his shoulders, a moan escaping as he opened up for Viktor.

A wave of pure pleasure washed over the alpha. His forehead rested against his omega’s as they became one.

And in that moment, there were no doubts, no questions. Only them—bound together in a burning embrace of passion and budding love.

Salo sat in his residence after an entire weekend spent among Piltover’s elite, hosting a lavish reception. The finest delicacies had been served, accompanied by the most expensive wines and spirits from across Runeterra. And that wasn’t all… Some of the more privileged guests had indulged in the pleasures of the flesh, enjoying the most exquisite creatures Piltover had to offer—though, truth be told, most of them had come from Zaun.

In reality, Salo owned several brothels, concealed under various names to protect his reputation as a Councilor. Yet, it was an open secret—his close friends all knew. They all knew he indulged… and that he ensured they indulged as well. A convenient habit, particularly for securing new business relationships. After all, what better way to seal a partnership than with the promise of a night filled with pleasure and fantasies?

Thus, throughout the weekend, Salo had hosted a very special gathering for merchants and Noxian envoys. Unlike Piltovans, the Noxians were far more festive, never refusing the simple pleasures Salo could offer them. It had been a true debauchery, and though he was no stranger to such events, Salo emerged from it exhausted.

But this weekend had been highly profitable, and the gains he stood to make would be substantial. He eagerly awaited the completion of the Hexgate project—once it was operational, his profits would likely double, if not triple. That Jayce might have been an omega, but he possessed a brilliant mind, and Salo could at least acknowledge that.

A moan escaped him as a young woman—an omega—positioned herself between his legs, wrapping her lips around his hardened length. Slowly, she took him in all the way to the base, her throat working him with deliberate, deep movements. Another one of his divine creatures stroked his blond hair, offering him a smile of pure, gentle sweetness.

There was no reason why he shouldn’t indulge in the rewards of his hard work, after all.

These women, these low-ranking omegas, belonged to him.

An omega had no place on the Council.

A sudden boom rang out, making the small group jolt.

Salo’s eyes widened, his brows knitting together as he turned toward the source of the noise. What was going on? Had one of the guests forgotten something? Impossible. They had all left hours ago, setting sail early that morning.

A strange, thick smoke began to seep into the room.

At first, it was just a faint wisp, barely noticeable in the dim glow of the wall lamps. Then it thickened, spreading like a dark, translucent veil, warping the sharpness of the luxurious furniture, dulling the gleam of the gilded decor, slowly corrupting the purity of the air. The scent of polished wood, refined inks, and precious fabrics drowned beneath the acrid stench of sulfur and scorched metal.

The Grey didn’t just linger—it invaded.

It seeped into the rugs, the cushions, the heavy velvet curtains. It crept into the cracks of the wooden floor, coiling there like a serpent ready to strike its venom. It clung to the walls, weighing down the atmosphere, thickening the air, forcing its presence upon anyone unfortunate enough to breathe it in.

In the hazy light of the main chamber, it cast shifting shadows, distorting reality, making the familiar decor unrecognizable—almost hostile. The edges blurred, wavered. Was it an illusion, or were the walls truly closing in, inch by inch, inescapably?

The girls straightened, fear gripping them.

Salo, however, did not immediately grasp what was happening. But before the Grey could burn his nostrils, another scent, sharp and acidic, reached him.

Another alpha.

A silhouette emerged through the dense smoke. A flash of blue hair whipped through the air, and soon, a pair of piercing violet eyes locked onto him.

The sudden proximity of the intruder made him jolt. A pathetic whimper escaped his throat.

There was no mistaking that figure.

Jinx.

Jinx stood before him, her gaze alight with manic fury, sending an icy dread straight through his veins.

He was going to die.

He was truly going to die.

And if not by her hands, then the Grey invading his lungs would finish the job.

A violent cough wracked his body. His eyes burned, his vision blurred.

Was this it? Was he going to die?

A sadistic laugh rang out.

Jinx.

Jinx watched him choke, savoring the pitiful sight of the alpha struggling for air.

Jinx was an alpha, he realized in a brief moment of clarity.

And not just any alpha.

Her scent was overwhelming. It consumed him, just like the Grey.

Shit. He really wasn’t getting out of this alive.

— A little gift from Viktor, she whispered into his ear, her voice deceptively sweet.

Viktor?!

He had warned him—if he tried anything, there would be consequences…

Ah… Maybe he shouldn’t have asked his dear friend, the editor of Piltover’s gazette, to publish that stupid article about Jayce.

Jinx suddenly straddled his lap, wrenching a pathetic yelp from him—a mixture of pain and shock. He jerked upright, ready to push her off, but the barrel of her gun pressing against his chest quickly dissuaded him.

— Chhhht… We’re not done talking, you and me… me and you… Aaaah…

Another burst of laughter.

— You know Jayce, right? Yeah, yeah, I know you do. Hm?

Salo coughed harder. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. He had to leave. He had to run. If he didn’t, he was going to die. He could feel it.

— I like him. He’s cute, kind, smart… and Viktor seems to like him a whole lot. You get it? Hey! Airhead, I’m talking to you!

The pistol’s grip slammed into his temple, sending a blinding jolt of pain through his skull.

— As I was saying, my brother likes that little omega. Hm?

Brother?

A shiver of horror ran down Salo’s spine.

Viktor was Jinx’s brother?

Was this some kind of sick joke?

Then again… it explained a lot.

His influence in Zaun.
His meteoric rise in the Council.
His improbable friendship with Silco.
His immense wealth, despite supposedly coming from the undercity’s slums.

Double shit.

Viktor was Silco’s son.

A joyless, fear-stricken laugh bubbled up from the Counselor.

— So if you keep trying to put him down the way you do…

Jinx murmured the rest so close to his ear that he couldn’t make out the words.

A cold shiver ran through him.

Another peal of laughter echoed through the room as Jinx got to her feet.

— I won’t be nearly as kind next time! she called out cheerfully, tossing something hard and cold at him.

Salo caught it, his fingers tightening around it instinctively.

Intrigued.

Terrified.

When he saw the small blinking diode, the full horror of the situation crashed down on him.

A bomb.

Tick. Tick. Tick…

Boom.

A pink cloud swallowed him whole as he shut his eyes, accepting his fate.

But he wasn’t dead.

Jinx was gone.

The Grey had fully consumed the room. Breathing was nearly impossible. His eyes burned.

He couldn’t see anything.

He couldn’t hear anything.

He thought he was dying.

His heart pounded furiously. He wanted to cry, to beg, but the thick, viscous air made it impossible to form a single word.

He wasn’t dead.

But the pain in his lungs, in his eyes, in his head…

He wished he was.

He lost consciousness.

An emergency meeting had been called after Salo’s return—he had been hospitalized for over a week. From what Jayce had gathered, he had been attacked.

Every Counselor was present, except for Salo, who was running late. Jayce exchanged curious glances with Mel and Cassandra, though none of them dared to voice their suspicions aloud.

Finally, the doors opened to reveal Salo in a wheelchair, drawing surprised, even shocked, reactions from several attendees. Jayce, however, merely looked skeptical.

Behind him, several Enforcers entered, Caitlyn among them. Now that was a surprise. Jayce hadn’t expected to see his friend here. She was present to present the findings of her initial investigation into Salo’s residence.

With a confident motion, she placed the infamous fake bomb onto the central table, which had been set up for the occasion.

Its crude design, its imperfect welding, and the colorful graffiti covering its surface left no room for doubt—this was an improvised device, the kind typically crafted in Zaun’s underground workshops.

All eyes turned to Jayce.

After all, he was their representative for Zaun—through Viktor.

Jayce rose from his seat and stepped forward, offering Caitlyn a small smile before turning his attention to the device. He picked it up, examining the now-harmless bomb. Peeling back a metal plate, he exposed the hidden mechanism beneath.

Then, his gaze drifted over the colorful graffiti scrawled across the metal.

It looked… familiar.

Ooooh… yes.

Jayce had a very clear idea of exactly who was behind this.

And so did Salo.

Their eyes met. In the alpha’s pupils, Jayce saw the full extent of his hatred.

Jayce ignored him.

He set the bomb down and clasped his hands behind his back, turning to face the rest of the council.

— As Zaun’s representative, I take this attack very… seriously. And I can assure you that this incident will not go unpunished.

Then, he turned to Caitlyn, thanking her for her work and dedication before excusing himself from the meeting.

Jayce was irritated.

He knew perfectly well that Viktor was behind this attack.

And why?

Because of that stupid newspaper headline?

Probably.

He halted abruptly in the middle of the hallway, suddenly realizing that… maybe his alpha had done this for revenge.

Or… to protect him.

And… that thought didn’t leave him indifferent.

Viktor was a man of great gentleness and infinite patience, but he could also be particularly dangerous. Even violent.

Jayce felt his cheeks heat despite himself.

He was starting to love this man.

Shit.

Yes.

He loved him.

— Jayce!

A voice he knew all too well pulled him from his thoughts.

— Hey, Cait.

He turned around, a soft smile on his lips.

— You know who’s responsible for the attack.

Jayce raised an eyebrow at her statement and quickly glanced around, making sure no one was listening.

— Speak a little louder, I don’t think they heard you, he whispered, half-aggressive.

Caitlyn grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the council chamber, out of the Academy.

Night had fallen, and Jayce was starting to feel hungry.

Was Viktor waiting for him?

Flashes of their morning in bed resurfaced, and the omega blushed again.

Caitlyn, however, kept talking—about the case, about Zaun, about how the Sheriff wanted to push her aside.

This presentation before the council, she had only gotten it thanks to her mother’s influence.

— Cait… I… I don’t know. I can’t help you.

Jayce ran a hand through his hair, hesitating.

— I already have too much on my plate with the Hexgate. Viktor and I are working on something big. Something huge.

— Actually, you can help me.

He slowly turned his head toward her.

— Give me a pass for Zaun.

Jayce’s eyes widened.

— What? Absolutely not!

— Jayce, I’m begging you.

Caitlyn’s voice softened, almost pleading.

— This investigation… this could be the chance of my life.

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

— I can prove what I’m really capable of… Please… as a friend.

Jayce let out a long sigh.

How could he refuse her anything?

She was like a little sister to him.

— Alright.

Caitlyn held her breath.

— But you’re not going without me.

A wide smile lit up her face.

— You’ll get the document tomorrow. Just give me a few days to arrange everything, alright?

Overcome with emotion, Caitlyn pulled him into a hug.

Jayce patted her back gently before letting go.

His carriage had arrived.

And all he wanted…

Was to be back in his alpha’s arms.

Chapter Text

For several days now, Jayce had been waking up nauseous.

At first, he hadn’t paid much attention to it, attributing it to stress. Salo was unbearable—more than usual. And as if that weren’t enough, his projects were being awaited with growing impatience, adding to his already overwhelming tension.

So, he ignored the first signs, convinced it was just exhaustion. But over time, he had to face the truth: throwing up every morning, waking up in the middle of the night with uncontrollable cravings, and developing strangely specific food preferences… This wasn’t normal.

After two long weeks of hesitation, Jayce finally decided to take a pregnancy test.

Now he stood in the bathroom of his quarters, his heart pounding too hard in his chest. His fingers clenched around the edge of the sink, as if he could keep his world from tipping over. In the mirror, his reflection stared back at him, exhausted—his dark circles betrayed the sleepless nights spent working, whether in his own workshop or Viktor’s. The Hexgate and Zaun sanitation projects consumed all his time, all his energy. But at least there, with Viktor, he found some measure of peace.

The silence in the bathroom was suffocating. Only the distant ticking of a clock and the dull hammering of his heart filled the space. He stared at the test resting on the sink’s edge, unable to look away.

Time stretched infinitely. His palms were clammy, and he forced himself to inhale slowly, but his breath trembled. The waiting was unbearable.

When the result finally appeared, it hit him like a sledgehammer.

Positive.

Jayce’s stomach clenched, but this time, it wasn’t morning sickness. It was worse.

No. This wasn’t possible.

His hand trembled as he picked up the test, holding it as if it were a mistake, as if staring at it more intently might change the answer.

But the two lines were there. Clear. Undeniable.

He set it down abruptly and rummaged through the drawer under the sink, his frantic movements betraying his panic. He knew he had another test somewhere. Finally, he found it, tore the packaging open hastily, and took it again. Then he resumed waiting, his fists clenched against his knees.

His reflection in the mirror sent a shiver down his spine. He looked… terrified.

This time, when the second test confirmed the first, dizziness washed over him.

It was real.

His hand instinctively pressed against his stomach, a gesture barely conscious, and a nervous laugh escaped him.

Viktor.

How was he going to tell him?

They had never talked about children. Because it wasn’t even a possibility. Viktor’s illness made it highly unlikely they could ever have one. And Jayce… well, that had suited him just fine. He had too much to do with his projects.

But now…

He shot up and started pacing the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t even know what he really felt. Anxiety? Disbelief? Some foolish hope he refused to acknowledge?

But more than anything, he dreaded Viktor’s reaction.

Because if even he himself couldn’t understand how this had happened… then what would Viktor think?

Jayce decided it was best to keep this to himself, at least for now. He would deal with it in time. After all, before Viktor and his opinion, this was about his body.

And besides, Caitlyn was supposed to visit him today. She wanted to go to Zaun. There was no way he would let her go alone. He could have told Viktor, asked for help, found someone to escort them and ensure their safety. But just as he couldn’t bring himself to tell him about the pregnancy, Jayce wasn’t ready to face the alpha just yet.

That last thought saddened him even more. Jayce was a magnificent omega, gifted with a truly remarkable intellect. He… cared for him. No, he was attached to him. He loved him. He loved Jayce sincerely, cherished every moment spent with him in their workshop, adored creating and thinking by his side. And as for the sex… it was just as exquisite.

So why was Jayce avoiding him?

Viktor leaned back against the headboard, bringing his fingers to his temples in a pensive gesture. He didn’t like this uncertainty. He didn’t like the feeling of being an obstacle, a burden Jayce was trying to rid himself of.

A part of him wanted to get up immediately, find him, and demand an explanation. But he knew that wasn’t the answer. Jayce was the type to withdraw further when pushed into a corner.

Viktor closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

He recalled a few weeks ago, in the workshop, when they had worked side by side late into the night. Jayce had dozed off against his shoulder, the warmth of his body comforting, his breath peaceful. In that moment, Viktor had found himself brushing his fingertips through his brown hair, savoring that rare closeness, that stolen moment where he could simply allow himself to feel the affection he had for him.

And now, he was alone in a bed that felt too cold.

A sigh escaped his lips.

He couldn’t keep waiting for Jayce to come back to him on his own. He needed to understand what was going on.

So, leaning on his cane, he got up and left the bedroom.

The manor was silent at this hour, only a few lanterns casting a dim glow in the hallways. Viktor walked slowly, listening intently for any sound. He didn’t have to look far.

A faint light seeped from beneath the door of Jayce’s office, and Viktor easily recognized a female voice. Caitlyn Kiramman. She and Jayce were talking animatedly, their tones betraying a certain tension.

Frowning, Viktor stepped closer, listening in.

— But I’m wearing a hood! It’s discreet!
— Your outfit is still far too conspicuous, Caitlyn. Zaun is not a playground, and certainly not a training ground!

Viktor raised an eyebrow, now even more intrigued. Zaun? His expression hardened slightly. Did she really think of going there? And was Jayce planning to accompany her… without even consulting him?

And that disguise? Ridiculous. Two Pilties in Zaun, disguised or not, would stand out from miles away.

Jayce was avoiding him… and now, he was planning an expedition into Zaun without telling him? None of this boded well.

Viktor immediately abandoned the idea of confronting Jayce tonight. He had more urgent matters to handle.

He turned around.

Returning to his office, he grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil before quickly writing a message. He needed to warn Vander. To make sure Jayce didn’t take reckless risks.

If Jayce thought he couldn’t trust him, instead of getting angry or considering divorce, Viktor preferred to find a way to prove his good faith.

After all, just a few months ago, they had been nothing more than two strangers sharing a house that was far too big.

Jayce put on a comfortable, discreet outfit in dark tones to match Caitlyn’s. He still doubted whether going to Zaun in search of clues was a good idea, especially since he already had a pretty good guess about who was behind the attack on Salo’s manor.

Before leaving, he made a detour to Viktor’s lab.

He stood there for a moment, watching him from a distance, his heart tight, hesitating. Sooner or later, they would have to talk. He couldn’t avoid him forever. He was even surprised that Viktor hadn’t already come to demand an explanation for his behavior.

For a brief moment, he wondered if he should tell him that they were going to Zaun. After all, it was dangerous. But maybe it was his ego… or the thrill of risk… that pushed him to stay silent.

Maybe, deep down, he wanted to prove that he wasn’t dependent on Viktor.

Viktor had helped him so much.

Even the attack that Salo had suffered… Jayce had a strong suspicion that Viktor wasn’t entirely uninvolved.

The situation was complicated.

After one last glance at the man who had recently unsettled him more than he would have expected, Jayce walked away without a word.

The alleys of Zaun exhaled their usual stench—a rancid mix of soot, burnt metal, and rotting waste. Jayce and Caitlyn moved cautiously, avoiding stagnant puddles and scattered debris.

He didn’t like being here. The primal instinct of his omega screamed at him to turn back, to flee this place where he was neither welcome nor safe. Yet, he remained by Caitlyn’s side as she strode forward with steady steps, eyes sharp, her hand brushing against her weapon.

The last time he had walked these streets with Viktor, he had seen a different side of the underground city. That day, despite the hostile environment, he had felt safe. Because Viktor knew Zaun. Because he blended into it effortlessly. Because he could divert gazes with a simple exchange, avoid trouble with words where Jayce would have drawn attention with his clumsiness.

But today, Viktor wasn’t here.

Today, his only ally was Caitlyn—a stranger to this place, as conspicuous as a beacon in the mist.

Their little expedition led them down a narrow alley, a dead end lined with grimy facades. Jayce barely had time to register movement at the edge of his vision before figures emerged from the shadows, surrounding them in an instant.

— You’re a long way from home, Pilties, sneered one of the men, a blade glinting between his grimy fingers.

Jayce felt his heart hammer against his ribs. His body tensed with adrenaline, but he swallowed down his unease. Caitlyn, however, didn’t even flinch.

— Let us through, she ordered, her voice cold as ice.

The men burst into laughter. One of them spat on the ground and stepped forward menacingly.

Jayce quickly scanned the scene. Five, six… maybe more. Bad. Very bad.

Caitlyn raised her rifle in a smooth, practiced motion, ready to fire, but she never got the chance.

A sharp crack split the air, followed by a cry of pain.

One of the men was hurled violently against a wall, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

— Shit, you guys really don’t know how to pick your sightseeing spots, grumbled a voice behind them.

Jayce recognized it before even looking up.

Vi.

She stood there, fists clenched inside her massive gauntlets, her short, red-tinted hair framing a gaze that gleamed with danger.

Caitlyn tensed, wary.

— Who are you?

Vi didn’t even bother answering.

The next second, the alley erupted into chaos.

Caitlyn fired a precise shot into an attacker’s leg, while Vi lunged at another, sending him rolling across the ground with a brutal uppercut. Jayce, summoning his courage, barely blocked an incoming strike before countering with a well-placed hit. The scent of blood thickened the air.

The fight was brief. Violent. The ambushers, caught off guard, scattered—groaning or unconscious.

Vi straightened up, wiping the corner of her split lip with the back of her hand. Her gaze met Caitlyn’s, and a smirk tugged at her lips.

— Not bad, for Pilties.

Caitlyn slowly lowered her weapon, though she remained on guard.

— Neither are you.

Jayce sighed, leaning against the wall before muttering tiredly,

— Can we go home now?

Vi raised an eyebrow, then burst into laughter.

— Yeah. But next time, try not to wander around here alone.

Caitlyn didn’t respond. She turned to Jayce and stepped closer, trying to make sure he was okay. A little shaken, he gave her a smile meant to be reassuring.

— What are you doing here? Vi asked, not taking her eyes off Caitlyn.

Jayce hesitated, but Caitlyn, determined to lead the investigation, spoke before he could.

— We’re looking for someone who can make weapons. Grenades, for example.

Vi raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between Caitlyn and Jayce, who discreetly shook his head.

— Uhhh… interesting. And can I ask why? Who even are you? Because, well, I know Vik’s boyfriend, but you? Cupcake?

Jayce had never seen Caitlyn blush. Yet, a pink hue immediately crept up her cheeks. He rolled his eyes and looked away, letting them get acquainted.

He recognized the area and, stepping over the unconscious men on the ground, made his way toward the Last Drop. He was going to have an honest conversation with Caitlyn, and he already knew she wouldn’t like it.

The bar was clearly not to Kiramman’s taste, but Jayce seemed strangely comfortable, which helped her relax. The bartender—an imposing man with a surprisingly reassuring smile—brought them drinks.

— On the house.

Caitlyn noted, almost with disappointment, that Vi had stayed at the counter, chatting with the bartender. She seemed to know him well. That meant the place was safe. For a brief moment, she wondered if Viktor had ever brought Jayce here. Just how well did he really know the undercity?

— Cait, you’re not listening.

She jolted and turned her attention back to Jayce, then to her glass. He had traded alcohol for a simple fruit juice.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her perplexed gaze traveled back to him. Jayce immediately looked away, fully aware of what had just crossed Caitlyn’s mind.

— I suppose things are going well with Viktor? she asked cautiously.

Jayce felt his cheeks betray him, warming with a faint blush. He took a sip from his glass, letting the sweet liquid soothe the storm of emotions raging inside him.

— Jayce…

He knew what she was going to say. You can talk to me. You can tell me anything. You know you can trust me.

And he did trust her. That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that he wanted to handle this on his own. Just like he always had. He had managed to win over the Kirammans by himself. He had caught Viktor’s attention by himself. He had naturally used Mel’s influence to climb to where he stood today. Always, Jayce had acted alone.

He was independent.

But a child… A tiny being growing inside him…

That was an entirely different level.

Maybe he needed help. Maybe he should go to one of those clinics…

After all, Viktor was supposed to be nearly sterile. The chances of them having a child were minuscule. And yet, all it had taken was for them to share his heat…

And now, he was pregnant.

— Viktor doesn’t know yet, he finally admitted.

Caitlyn had already suspected as much. But hearing it confirmed made her let out a long, deep sigh. A wave of guilt washed over her as she realized she had put both him and Viktor in danger.

— And so… what do you plan to do?

Jayce lifted tired eyes to her.

— I don’t know, honestly. I don’t even know what he’d think. He… Cait, he told me he was sterile. And I know he’s very sick, but… well…

He shook his head, frustrated with himself. They should have been careful. He had no one to blame but himself. Never believe anyone. He knew that, and yet… Viktor was different.

Viktor was a good man, kind, with an unparalleled intelligence. He felt like he was living with an alter ego. He adored this man, cherished every second spent by his side in their workshop.

He… Well. He loved him.

Caitlyn didn’t answer right away. Her gaze drifted for a moment through the noisy crowd of the Last Drop, but Jayce knew she was thinking at full speed. She was weighing her words before speaking.

Finally, she sighed and leaned slightly toward him. Her voice softened, almost intimate despite the bar’s commotion.

— Do you want to tell him?

Jayce opened his mouth… then closed it again. The question was simple. The answer, however, was a puzzle.

He knew he couldn’t hide this forever, but… he feared Viktor’s reaction. A part of him wanted to believe it would be good news, that they would face the situation together. But the other, darker, more realistic part reminded him that their marriage was just an arrangement.

Viktor could very well ask for a divorce upon hearing the news.

He lowered his eyes to his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside as if the answer might appear within it.

— I don’t know. I’m scared, Cait. Not for him, not for me… but for what this will change.

She slowly nodded. She understood. Jayce had always had to manage on his own, always move forward without asking for help. He had never learned to rely on someone else.

And now, everything was different.

He wasn’t alone anymore.

But that thought frightened him almost as much as it comforted him.

— Do you want my opinion? Caitlyn asked, crossing her arms.

He hesitated but nodded.

— He has the right to know. And you shouldn’t carry this alone. No matter how he reacts, you’re in this together.

She paused, then added:

— And if it goes badly… you know I’ll be there.

A sad smile tugged at Jayce’s lips. Of course, she would be. Caitlyn was loyal, more than he sometimes deserved.

He took a deep breath and straightened up as if trying to summon courage.

— Okay. I’ll tell him.

And yet, the moment the words left his lips, a knot of anxiety settled in his stomach.

Because he knew.

Nothing would ever be the same after this.

Vi personally took care of escorting them back to Piltover. Well… Jayce mostly guessed it was an excuse to spend more time with Caitlyn. She seemed to have caught her eye, and it was clearly mutual.

He watched the two women interact, a small smile playing on his lips. It was… surprisingly adorable.

But the closer they got to the manor where he and Viktor lived, the more his anxiety grew. He didn’t want to go back. In fact, at that precise moment, he would have preferred to board a ship to Demacia or Noxus, suddenly discover a passion for the sea, the salty air…

In short, run away.

But that clearly wasn’t a solution.

The omega in him screamed at him to turn back as he thanked Vi and nodded at Caitlyn before stepping into the grand estate.

He didn’t have to think long to guess where Viktor was: in their workshop, of course. He found him testing equations they had developed for the Hexgate project.

Jayce settled into a corner of the room and watched his husband for a long while. The latter was wearing protective goggles which, let’s be honest, weren’t the most effective—one wrong move, and the entire house could go up in flames.

After a good half hour, Viktor finally paused his experiments and turned to him, looking perplexed. His brows furrowed slightly when he saw Jayce standing there, motionless, almost mesmerized.

— Jayce, well? How was your little trip to Zaun?

Of course, Viktor knew.

Jayce clenched his jaw. He wanted to curl up into a ball. To shrink into nothingness.

He could still run. He was fast! Ten minutes through the city, and he’d reach the docks.

— You heard us this morning? he asked, hesitation in his voice.

Viktor simply nodded.

Jayce let out a long sigh.

— Mh… Viktor, we need to talk.

The change was immediate.

Viktor’s gaze turned colder. And even when he removed his goggles, he didn’t invite him to come closer.

Jayce felt his stomach twist with anxiety at that reaction.

— Jayce, I know what you’re going to say.

He raised an eyebrow. He knew?

How?

Had he noticed his nausea? His changes in appetite? Viktor was incredibly observant, after all…

— I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, Jayce murmured. I… I only found out today, to be honest. Well, I’d suspected for a few days, but… yeah… The test was positive. I even took two.

Silence.

Viktor’s gaze was filled only with confusion.

— Jayce… I… I’m not sure I understand what test you’re talking about.

Jayce blinked.

— I thought you wanted… a divorce, Viktor continued, his tone oddly neutral. That our relationship didn’t suit you anymore. That… mh… I wasn’t satisfying you. Sexually. Or even in our… domestic life, let’s say.

Oh.

Ooooh.

Jayce felt his cheeks heat up at an alarming speed.

He opened his mouth… but no sound came out.

Viktor really thought he wanted to end their marriage?

That was absurd. Unthinkable.

And the worst part… was that Viktor sincerely believed he wasn’t satisfying him?

For Janna’s sake.

Viktor was one of the few alphas who could handle the omega that he was. In fact, he knew him so well that he could probably make him come with just his fingers.

This needed to be corrected immediately.

— Viktor, I… I am very sexually satisfied.

Jayce had never felt so embarrassed in his life.

— Even more than you can imagine. But… I didn’t want a divorce. Least of all because of that.

The confusion still lingered in Viktor’s eyes.

— Jayce, what test are you talking about?

Jayce averted his gaze for a second, pressing his lips together. Then, finally, he met Viktor’s eyes again.

He saw the realization.

Oh, Janna… Viktor had just understood. But he seemed so stunned that he needed to hear it from Jayce himself.

— Jayce… I’m not sure I understand.

Or maybe he didn’t want to understand.

— I took a pregnancy test this morning, Jayce finally admitted.

His gaze dropped to the floor. He had never been this nervous. Or this ashamed.

— And…?

For someone who could outmatch anyone in intelligence, at this moment, Viktor felt incredibly stupid. He needed to hear it. Jayce had to say it outright, what he thought was impossible.

— Positive.

— Did you take another one?

— Of course, I did.

Jayce exhaled, almost exasperated. He hesitated for a second before adding:

— I suspected it. I’ve been sick for two weeks. I thought it would pass, that I had eaten something bad, but…

He shook his head.

Viktor barely stopped himself from asking the question that burned on his lips. But Jayce seemed to read his mind.

— It can only be you, Viktor.

Silence.

Viktor remained frozen, his fingers tightening slightly around his cane. His mind, usually so sharp, was now drowning in a fog of incomprehension and confusion.

It wasn’t possible.

Not rational.

Not supposed to happen.

He opened his mouth, tried to speak, but no words came out. His gaze drifted over Jayce, searching… for what? A flaw? A hesitation? A sign that this was a mistake, a joke, a misunderstanding?

But Jayce wasn’t joking.

A shiver ran down Viktor’s spine. Not fear, not panic… but a deep, unsettling feeling.

He had prepared himself for many things in life. He had faced illness, pain, failure. But he had never considered this.

He was supposed to be sterile.

— I… I don’t understand… he finally murmured.

He wished he could formulate something more intelligent, more logical, but all his reasoning had just collapsed.

His fingers trembled for a moment before he clenched his fists, trying to ground himself in reality.

— Jayce, are you sure… absolutely sure?

— Viktor, I wouldn’t be telling you this if I weren’t certain.

Viktor felt a surge of conflicting emotions overwhelm him. A strange, suffocating heat, as if his heart was beating too fast, too hard.

He was going to be a father.

And Jayce, on his side, was watching him closely. Studying his every reaction, but unable to tell if it was a good or bad sign.

Anxiety crept up his spine, insidious.

What if Viktor didn’t want this child?

What if he didn’t want him?

Jayce felt his stomach knot. Divorce crossed his mind. If Viktor left him… then what?

He would probably have to terminate the pregnancy.

It was illegal, but he knew people. It was risky, but he was willing to take that risk.

Raising a child alone would be complicated. He had the Kiramman family on his side, of course, but if Viktor decided to leave… the scandal of the divorce, followed by the pregnancy… His reputation would be ruined. And if the Kirammans turned their backs on him because of it? If they withdrew their funding?

He couldn’t afford to lose everything.

— Jayce?

He flinched.

He had gotten lost in his thoughts, and clearly, his anxiety was written all over his face, in his tense expression, in his glossy eyes. He hadn’t even realized he was on the verge of tears.

— Mh… Yeah… Sorry, Viktor, I… was just thinking.

Viktor observed him for a moment, then his expression softened.

With his free hand, he gently took Jayce’s and pulled him closer.

He led him across the workshop, to the makeshift bed he used when he worked late.

— Jayce, this is wonderful news, of course.

Jayce’s head snapped up toward him, surprised.

Really?

They sat side by side on the bed.

— Really? he whispered, uncertain.

Viktor nodded.

— But Jayce… I only want your happiness, your well-being. So if you don’t want this pregnancy…

He hesitated for a fraction of a second before adding:

— I know a doctor who could help us.

He squeezed his hand a little tighter.

— But know this: you’re not alone. You don’t have to carry this weight by yourself. We are in this together.

Jayce felt his throat tighten.

This wasn’t the reaction he had expected.

He had prepared himself for rejection, for incomprehension. Maybe even for anger.

But not this.

Not Viktor, holding his hand with infinite gentleness.

Not this low, sincere voice, assuring him that he wasn’t alone.

He looked down at their intertwined fingers.

He wanted to believe his words. He wanted to give in to this tenderness he knew so little of. But part of him remained wary, frozen in apprehension.

— You really… think this is good news? he murmured.

Viktor let out a soft laugh, barely more than a breath.

— Jayce, I never thought this would be possible. I never… imagined it could happen.

He paused, taking time to choose his words. His gaze, usually sharp and full of intelligence, was clouded with an emotion harder to name.

— But… the idea that you and I could create a life… it’s something… magnificent.

He spoke the word with disarming sincerity.

Jayce felt his heart clench in his chest.

He had never seen Viktor in this light. The pragmatic man, the brilliant scientist, the one who calculated, analyzed, and anticipated every situation… Was he really telling him he saw this as a blessing?

He wanted to relax, to believe in the possibility, but the anxiety wouldn’t let him go.

— But… our marriage, Viktor, it was just an arrangement. If this changes everything… if it complicates our lives, then maybe…

He didn’t dare finish his sentence.

Viktor watched him for a moment, then gently tightened his grip on his hand.

— Jayce… I am a man of logic, but also of progress. And the greatest discoveries in this world are often the ones we never expected.

He gave a small smile, but Jayce caught the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

— We have time to think about it. But know that, no matter what you decide… I’ll be here.

He paused, then added, almost in a whisper:

— I won’t leave you alone.

And maybe that was the moment Jayce realized just how much he wanted to believe him.

— Viktor…?

The Alpha raised an intrigued eyebrow.

— Hm?

Jayce took a deep breath.

— I love you.