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The camp was raucous after their earlier victory on the battlefield. Amongst the cries of joy and clinking of drinking vessels was the typical beat of servants running to accommodate their lords, of horses disquieting in the moonlit night.
Viktor adjusted the clasp of his cape, pulling it tight to his body as he crossed the camp, nodding at the soldiers at their campfires. He wasn’t well known in the camps--aside from being the one with a “funny walk” and a gilded cane--but as a strategist for the council he had no need of fame. It was enough to live another day on the side of victory.
Smoke clung to his long hair, tied up in a strand of leather and brushing against his nape. The sensation added to the goosebumps from the chill of the night’s air. That and his anticipation, of course.
He nodded to the guards at the large tent, pushing past heavy velvet to revel in the warmth that greeted him. Jayce stood to the side, still donned in blood stained armor, contemplating a map of the area, ever vigilant in his battle strategy. Viktor had never met a commander more dedicated to war than Jayce. The man was so absorbed he didn’t even notice Viktor enter, so he took the opportunity in stride, sneaking up behind him to grab the edge of his breastplate.
As expected, Jayce shocked and reeled around to grasp the intruder, pausing with a loose grip around his neck when he noticed who it was.
“V-Viktor, you startled me! Why didn’t you announce your presence?”
Viktor smirked, reaching a gloved hand to pull Jayce’s away from his throat. The large hands went easy to hang useless at his sides. “Ah, I didn’t want to interrupt your hard work. You are brilliant when left to your own devices. Not as brilliant as me of course, but…”
“Ha ha,” Came the intoned reply. Those tanned hands came up once more to brush a strand of hair from his face. The gesture left heat swirling in Viktor’s gut and a flush blossoming on his cheeks. “But I cannot deny your brilliance. You are the sole reason we won this battle. I should thank you properly.”
Jayce’s smoldering gaze pinned him in place. It was always like this, ever since they met. Peeling each other apart layer by layer with their banter, words of wit ripping through the delicate tension that crackled in their air when they were in the same room. It was as if their bodies were forged from the same matter, despite all their physical differences. Like their souls were crafted to fit perfectly together.
“Not in this you won’t,” Viktor replied, flicking at the metal adorning his lover’s body, the sweet tone vibrating through the heady air. With a tilt of his head and heavy lidded eyes, he added, “But if you are in need of assistance I’m sure I could be of use…”
“Yes,” Blurted Jayce, with not even an ounce of shame. In fact, his features drifted into the familiar obedience Viktor had come to cherish. “Uh, yes, please help me out of this armor, Viktor. Thank you.”
Viktor smiled at the politeness. “Of course, Defender.” with practiced ease he moved behind Jayce to unclasp the armor, placing it delicately to the side as each piece was shed. Even through his cotton undergarments Viktor could see the mass of Jayce’s muscles, put to good use throughout the earlier battle. When Jayce was left only in his shroud of cotton and the tasset that adorned his hips, Viktor sank to his knees.
Jayce’s soft gasp was like fine wine as it hit his tongue, drinking up the sounds of his heavy breathing. With gentle kisses he explored the metal, expanse working to untie the straps at Jayce’s hips. A large palm calm to cup his face in reverence as he slowly pulled the piece down, the clinking of metal loud in the quiet tent, Viktor’s amber eyes locked with Jayce’s.
All that was left was the linens, the thinness of which accentuated the length of Jayce’s hard cock, ever vigilant around Viktor’s sultry moods. He kissed along the length through the fabric, thumbing the divots near Jayce’s hips as the man groaned, cock twitching in response to the gentle touch. Viktor could taste the earthiness of the wet spot as he laved over it with his tongue. There was nothing more addicting than the taste of his commander.
“W-Wait, Viktor, I should bathe first, I’ve been fighting all day I--”
“No. No, I can’t wait, Jayce. Every hour, every minute I was left wondering if you would come back to me alive and now here you are, flesh and blood under my tongue. I fear you won’t be leaving my company for quite some time.”
Jayce’s broad chest heaved as he regarded Viktor. His nod was almost imperceivable but Viktor knew the man better than he knew his own kin, knew Jayce would never deny Viktor of anything. It sent a flood of power rushing to his head as he ripped through the thin cotton hiding his prize.
He was greeted with the heavy length of Jayce’s cock bobbing in his face, wet from the teasing. Viktor wasted no time in swooping in, running his tongue around the head, tasting the sweat and musk of the bloody day.
It was not entirely unpleasant, he thought as he hollowed his cheeks, feeding more than half of Jayce’s cock down his throat. They had fucked in much filthier circumstances, unable to keep their hands off of each other even when they were once captured by the enemy. And if he was honest with himself, he was quite addicted to the taste of his commander, often supping on rich cheeses and meats and wishing he could instead crawl under the dais and devour the bearded man that plagued his dreams.
“Fucking hell, Viktor,” Jayce panted, gripping Viktor’s tied up hair like his life depended on his tether to it. Viktor could feel the man’s thighs twitching, hips jolting with the effort to not fuck into his throat. Viktor moaned around the cock breaching his mouth while he let his saliva pool on his tongue, the force of his movements sending it careening down his chin and into his beard.
Jayce’s moans were getting loud now, and though the camp was alive with laughter and songs, he was far too noisy for a technically married man alone with his trusted advisor. With a final bout of suction, he pulled away from Jayce who whined in displeasure.
“Now, now,” He began, voice gravelly from the abuse. “What would your soldiers say if they saw their great Defender whimpering like a pup for a wet mouth?”
Jayce could only muster a look of pure desperation that sent white hot pleasure down his spine. “V-Viktor, Gods, please, let me touch you?”
They climbed onto the furs that lined the bed, capturing each other in a passionate kiss, tasting inside each other’s mouths as if they held the sweetest honey. One of Jayce’s large thighs slotted between Viktor’s and he gasped at the friction on his enrobed cock.
“Get out of these,” Jayce growled, ripping the fine fabrics in his haste to strip Viktor. When he was spread out bare below the commander he felt the heat of Jayce’s gaze as he looked at Viktor like a predator would his prey. “Beautiful.” Viktor cupped a hand at Jayce’s cheek fondly, his beard tickling his palms as Jayce turned to kiss it.
As the commander descended upon him to mouth along the column of his throat, bared to the ministrations of the desperate man on top of him, Viktor heard the pop of a glass vial and soon felt Jayce’s slick fingers circle his entrance.
One finger pushed in, ripping a groan from Viktor’s throat as Jayce continued to lavish his body with kisses, bites, licks, delving lower and lower until he was level with Viktor’s cock.
When they had first started their affair Viktor had been self conscious about his size compared to Jayce, how he could never compare to Jayce’s brawn amongst his… other large attributes. But Jayce always made him feel powerful every time they were together. And being smaller had its advantages.
“O-ooh, Jayce, hah!” The crown of his head knocked against the hardwood of the bed as Jayce swallowed his cock entirely in one go, the blazing heat of his mouth sending full body shivers down his spine.
He pushed his hips down as Jayce pressed another tentative finger at his entrance, his body nearly begging to be filled as he was trapped in the wetness of Jayce’s mouth, his rough tongue rubbing against the sensitive vein that ran down his length. Then Jayce was crooking his fingers up, seeking as they spread to stretch him, and Viktor could practically hear the smirk when he cried out at the abuse to his prostate.
His fingers tangled in the commander’s long hair as he pulled him up, their eyes locking as the archer’s arrow notches their target, as man clings to his God during his final battle. “Enough--” Was all he was able to get out before Jayce was surging up to suck on his bottom lip, fingers easily replaced with the blunt head of his cock.
They rarely took their time making love, sometimes too nervous at being caught but more oft than not too impatient to join bodies, to feel their sweaty bodies push and pulse against one another. Viktor moaned sweetly when Jayce breeched him halfway, splitting him open on his hard cock, with eyes closed in overwhelmed bliss. Viktor tugged at his dark locks to fix the man’s eyes back on his, cock twitching when the commander obeyed in a heartbeat.
As the man’s thick cock plunged into him, rubbing against every sensitive part it could reach, the lovers watched each other fall apart. Viktor could already feel his core tightening in anticipation of his release as Jayce thrust steadily into him, pounding his prostate like he was made for it.
“Ah, ah, ah, Ja-a-yce, Jayce, Jayce,” Viktor cried, feeling a tear slip from his eye the same moment a bead of sweat ran down Jayce’s ripped chest.
Licking his lips, Viktor surged up to lick up the salty trail, up to worry his teeth into the sumptuous artery pulsing on Jayce’s neck, to nip under his flushed ear. Jayce was moaning even louder than before but Viktor didn’t care in the slightest when the man flexed strong biceps to pull him into his lap, the new position giving him the leverage to jackrabbit his hips into Viktor.
Viktor could only hold on for dear life as his cock was trapped between their bodies, the slickness of his arousal easing the slide between Jayce’s abs. His nails dug into the commander’s back, feeling the muscles tighten and shift under his grip as Jayce stared into his eyes with what could only be described as awe.
And it was that look that sent him hurtling over the edge of sweet bliss, abdomen clenching as his core exploded with waves of pleasure. He broke their connection briefly when his eyes rolled back, back arching as his hole clamped down on Jayce so tight the man grit his teeth in pain. All Viktor could see though was the black that clung to his vision, stark against the white of his semen splattered along Jayce’s chest.
Jayce did not let up his ministrations, holding on tighter to Viktor as he lifted his thin body up and down, spearing him on his cock. Viktor shook from the overstimulation but grounded himself by inhaling the scent of their sweat, of his cum, mingling with the smells of the camp. He raked his nails down Jayce’s back, feeling the warmth of blood trail in his wake, hints of sour iron melding with the aroma.
At this Jayce cried out loud enough Viktor was certain even the tents on the outskirts of camp heard as he held Viktor’s hips flush to his, filling Viktor to the brim with his seed as his cock jumped inside of him. The sensation alone was almost enough for him to get hard again but soon after Jayce collapsed, pulling him down to the bed to cuddle up under his head and press sweet kisses along his jaw.
A heavy arm trapped him against the soiled furs, his efforts to escape futile and half hearted. “Jayce, I can’t stay, you know there will talk in the morning.”
“To hell with it, let them talk. If my men won’t follow me for loving you, then I don’t want them protecting me on the battlefield.” With a finality, Jayce pulled Viktor tighter, quickly dozing off after expending all of his energy between the battle and the fucking.
Viktor could only smile, knowing the commander couldn’t ever go through with his declarations, his leadership and bond to his men too valuable for Piltover’s success, but the gesture warmed his heart. He stroked the man’s relaxed face and fell asleep wishing to wake in a world where he could be with his lover without consequence.