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“It’s you,” Viktor said, his intentional and measured way of speaking as familiar as a lover's caress. He was on his side, his narrow face leaning into a slender hand. Jayce’s eyes stuttered on the ring—no the dual wedding bands on Viktor’s finger.
Jayce felt disarmed. He’s married? “Viktor,” he started and stopped. Then, Jayce sat up, overwhelmed to realize he was naked and in bed. In bed with a married Viktor?! Who was Viktor married to?
Jayce took a wild look around the room, noting the accessible features, the muted railings around the room, the lowness of the bed to the floor. A sleek version of his cane was within reach on his side of the bed. This was Viktor’s room.
The curtains were drawn and Jayce couldn’t tell if it was day or night but the room was lit in soft yellow and oranges. It was an intimate glow that made the place seem achingly homey.
“You will have questions,” Viktor said slowly, arching a dark brow. “So ask them.” The light cast shadows over his narrow features but it was Viktor, slender and pale with the familiar sparse moles that decorated his face.
This wasn’t right. He’d gone into Viktor’s mind, that cerebral interstellar place where everything was intimately connected and exactly known. And it was over. All of it was over so how could he be here? In Viktor’s bed. Naked in Viktor’s bed. Was there a universe where something like this could happen?
Jayce looked at Viktor and realized he wasn’t the only one who was naked. There were blankets bunched around his partner’s hips but those provoked more than concealed. The constellation of freckles and moles strewn across Viktor’s chest performed the same mind bending work.
He’d always found his partner captivating, his mind and his body a marvel. But the most he and Viktor ever had were stolen glances, and a desire neither of them ever acted upon. So how could he be here in bed with Viktor?
Jayce put his head in his hands. “This is just a dream. This can only be a dream.”
The door to the room opened and Mel entered. He stared, looking between Viktor and Mel. Mel was barely dressed, just a white thin slip of a dress that easily showed the shape and darkness of her nipples. And it was temptingly short, exposing her thighs and ass and teasing at exposing the delicacy between her legs. Her figure was the same as he’d remembered it, slender, tempting curves, deep, unending skin. Pretty, pretty, Mel.
“Don’t tell me the two of you started playing without me?” she drawled, a smile quirking her full lips.
Viktor pushed himself to a sitting position. And Mel moved in to kiss him, deepening the kiss as Viktor reached between Mel’s thighs, his fingers disappearing as she moaned. The sight was erotic, making heat prickle across Jayce’s skin. The sight of the two people he felt the deepest for, entangled together, was staggering.
“Mel,” Jayce said weakly, and she cut him a sultry, lazy glance. She stopped kissing Viktor slowly, Viktor sucking on her bottom lip before he broke away with a groan. The sound was guttural and deep, raw in a way Jayce didn’t expect. There was more he wanted to say— wanted to ask and then Mel was kissing him and he quickly forgot how to speak.
Mel crawled into the bed as she kissed Jayce, her tongue ruling his mouth, between the both of them until she pulled the blankets around Jayce’s hips down.
Until he was exposed. His cock was dark and flushed, weeping and as hard as ever. He wasn’t even sure when he’d gotten hard.
“He had a nightmare,” Viktor said lowly, one hand boldly stroking Mel’s hip. As if they’d known each other forever. Mel shared a look with Viktor, something significant he couldn’t understand, and then she gave Jayce a soft look.
“I think I know something that can help you feel better,” she said before lowering her head. Mel’s eyes gleamed as she leaned into his groin and took him down to the root. It was exquisite and painfully perfect. And as bold as Mel always was.
Jayce’s breathing was ragged, eyes torn between watching Jayce’s lustful expression and Mel’s lidded eyes with his cock between her lips. She massaged his length expertly, the heat of her mouth undoing him. Jayce wanted to cradle Mel’s head or tug on her braids or buck his hips but before he could decide what he was allowed to do she pulled back, coming off of him with a pop.
In seconds, Viktor clasped Mel’s nape and coaxed her into an earnest kiss. “My sun,” he said between kisses. For a moment they stopped kissing, only to turn and look at Jayce.
“And you, Jayce, are our universe,” Viktor said softly before he lowered his head between Jayce’s thighs.
“Viktor, wait—” Jayce said hurriedly. This was insane. All of this was genuinely insane.
“It’s okay,” Mel murmured as she rubbed his thigh. “The nightmare is over. It’s just us here.”
He watched the comforting rub of her hand before seeing that Mel also had two wedding bands on her finger. Well of course. Viktor and Mel. He cared for both of them so much, of course they cared for each other. So Viktor and Mel were together… but what was he to them? The occasional bed mate?
They were so different, Viktor from Zaun and Mel practically a Noxian exile in Piltover. A noble and a no one from the undercity. And yet they each had brilliant minds, Mel so politically astute she always knew what move was the best to take, how to bring a nation to its knees or rear it from the brink of collapse and Viktor a gifted machinist, always working to do good. To do great. They were both stubborn and Jayce knew they could do good together. If class didn’t separate them not much else would be in the way.
And then Viktor moved between Jayce’s thighs, licking a teasing stripe down Jayce’s cock before he started to suck.
“Unravel him, Viktor,” Mel ordered quietly.
And the way Viktor shivered, Jayce knew this wasn’t the first time. It couldn’t be. Not with the familiarity.
Jayce groaned, hands gripping the sheets because it felt too taboo to touch. He couldn’t— Viktor was his partner. Not his lover.
And then Mel was there again, ordering and coaxing both. She had her manicured fingers in Viktor’s hair, casually tugging at his wavy chestnut locks. Viktor’s eyes were lidded and his cheeks were hollow as his tongue swirled around the head of Jayce’s cock, as the suction made his thighs vibrate.
“Don’t hold back, Jayce,” she said softly, “take him.”
Whatever semblance of control he had snapped and he shoved his hands into Viktor’s hair. How he’d dreamed of this. Sweat and contorting limbs and making Viktor look like this. Flushed and sordid and debauched. Spit slick lips, and wide, blown eyes all aimed at him. Just like this.
Having Mel there made it stupidly perfect. He hadn’t considered he could have both. Not in his wildest dreams.
“More,” Jayce moaned. And he rocked his hips into Viktor’s sweet mouth, taking and taking and taking. Until Viktor’s eyes blurred with unshed tears.
And just when he was on the precipice Mel pulled Viktor away. Viktor was dazed for a moment before he placed a hand over Mel's breast and kissed her.
Jayce waited for the jealousy but it didn’t come. Instead, he kissed Mel’s throat, remembering her erogenous zones. He placed a hand between her thighs, where she was hottest and teased her folds. Mel’s breathing hitched.
Mel didn’t moan often during sex. It was her uneven breathing that usually gave her away. And right then she was panting.
“Oil,” she said on a sigh. “Quickly.”
Viktor was faster, grabbing something from a divot in the headboard before he uncapped the bottle and spread it over his fingers.
“Whose turn?” Viktor asked as he kissed and massaged Mel’s nipples.
“Jayce,” Mel said with a little twirl of her fingers, beckoning Jayce to turn over.
He was as pliant as he was shocked as Mel and Viktor’s hands went to his ass. Well, he thought eloquently.
They spread him apart easily and familiarly, and he couldn’t tell whose fingers were doing what. Every time fingers plunged into his hole, his cock wept and shook, but it didn’t seem like he could come. Not yet. All he could seem to do was moan, rocking against the fingers undoing him, filling him, stretching him. He was being prepared.
Even his tongue was a confused mess between Viktor and Mel. He didn’t know whose name to moan or who to look at. All he could do was react, captivated by their touches, their kisses and their bodies. He was lost and he didn’t want to be found. It scared him how desperately he wanted this, to be spread open and cored out and made vulnerable.
Before he knew it he was on his side, Mel kissing him as Viktor pushed inside his body for what, to him, felt like the first time. Jayce moaned into Mel’s mouth. Viktor was up against his body, one hand on his hip as he bucked and rocked inside him. Taking him. Slow, torturous thrusts.
It seemed unspoken they would go at Viktor’s pace, the position gentle on his bad leg but the carefulness didn’t lessen the intensity. Or the heat between the three of them.
“It was always you,” Viktor said urgently. “It always has been and it always will be.”
Jayce would’ve wept if it didn’t feel so good. Instead he clung to Mel, taking refuge in her familiarity. They were close enough that Mel’s folds pressed against his cock, like a lewd kiss. She panted as she writhed against him.
She moved her hands between their bodies and handled his cock, pressing it against her folds. He penetrated her with a surprised gasp. Fuck. His mind shattered.
Jayce groaned in ecstasy, between Mel and Viktor. He couldn’t— oh, fuck. It had been seconds but he was coming. Coming his brains out between Viktor and Mel. Mel and Viktor. The narrow ridges of Viktor’s wiry body pressed into him from behind, Viktor’s breaths ghosting over his shoulder, kissing the lobe of his ear and Mel plastered against his front, soft breasts against his chest, the warm plush of her body enough to sink into, the smoulder in her voice as she told them what to do and the unreal heat between her thighs. Hot enough it felt like his cock could melt off and he’d die happy.
Mel’s light laugh tinkled when she realized Jayce came. She only pushed against him faster, taking her pleasure from his still hard cock. Of course he was still hard.
Whatever strange heaven he’d fallen into he’d deal with it. Even if this was his last night between the two of them in bed he’d relish it.
“Good boy,” Mel purred as she fucked herself. And Jayce almost came all over again.
She’d always been radiant and the first time they met he felt like he was looking at a star brighter than the sun. So much had changed but this— this was the same.
And then Jayce remembered. Endless possibilities. He opened his eyes, melting between his two loves and held back his desire to sob. What a brilliant possibility.
Viktor rocked into Jayce and the precise force shuttered Jayce’s body forward and into Mel. It was too intimate, this slow building pleasure, stuck between two incomparable perfections. His body wasn’t his anymore. It was a conduit for pleasure, Mel and Vik taking from him until he was in pieces.
And he didn’t want to be whole anymore if he didn’t get to have them both.
“I love you,” Viktor whispered, the words travelling directly into his ear and short circuiting his brain. He said it as he carved out Jayce’s insides with his cock and teased his nipples with his hands.
“I’m close,” Mel said, and just out of view he could see that Mel and Viktor were holding hands, fingers pressed together around him. He wanted that, too. But he was so overcome, arousal burbling in his veins, in his overheated cock that he could do nothing but writhe and shake and feel.
With one final jolt, Viktor thrust and grunted, finding his release in Jayce’s body. Mel did the same, sighing against his Jayce’s face, her features slack with pleasure as her cunt pulsed and tightened around his cock.
It was only when Jayce pulled out that he remembered he could move if he wanted. That this was his possibility. He folded his fingers into Viktor’s hand, and pressed against Mel, his hips bucking into her as her breathing hitched and her eyes closed.
“Please,” Jayce said. “I need both of you.”
Mel’s eyes opened and she gave Viktor a look. He moved closer, pinning himself to Jayce’s side, kissing his temple, his nape, the curve of his shoulder. Slow, precise, worshipful kisses. Then Viktor gripped the curve of Jayce’s ass, palming the flesh in a casually possessive grip. His pinky and ring finger found and penetrated Jayce’s sloppy hole, pushing through the leaking come to prod that deliciously sensitive spot inside of him.
That touch unravelled Jayce and he came explosively, his nipples peaked and his voice raw from the unexpected whimper that crawled out of his throat. And Mel let out a surprised moan, seeming to catch herself halfway. Finally, he softened and Mel curled up to lay against his side, sleepily content. Viktor did the same thing on his other side.
“How long have we been—?” Jayce stopped and started again, distracted by Viktor’s spindly fingers drawing imaginary circles on his pecs.
“Eight years, Jayce,” Viktor said lowly.
“Four since we’ve been married,” Mel added.
“And what did Ambessa think?” Jayce asked. He would’ve wanted to see the war general’s reaction to Mel marrying a Zaunite genius scientist.
Viktor chuckled. “The Noxian war general found her daughter marrying two men particularly amusing.”
Oh. Oh! Jayce looked at his own hand for seemingly the first time that night. And on his left hand he had two wedding bands. One gold band that he knew instinctively to be Mel’s and one silver one that could only be Viktor’s.
He laughed in surprise, admiring his hand. “Of course.”
Mel slipped out of bed, feeling her way through the dim room as she yawned, and mentioned a bathroom.
And then it was him and Viktor, like it had been before. He didn’t know how to talk about what had just happened so he wouldn’t.
“Do you know where I’m from?” Jayce asked.
“I suppose the correct thing to say would be from when you are from,” Viktor said.
Jayce rolled his eyes. “Yes, but— how do you know?”
“I am from then, too. But somehow I got here first. And the shock in your eyes was much like mine when I first arrived.”
“How long ago?”
“Approximately, two years, seven months and twelve nights ago.”
“So we both missed our wedding…” Jayce realized.
Viktor let out a soft laugh. “Yes, Jayce. Perhaps, these other versions of ourselves were braver than we thought ourselves to be. Being with someone else is a brave thing.” His fingers clenched and unclenched in the sheets.
“Does Mel know who we were?”
“She’s my wife, yes she knows. I thought I hid it well but, alas, she is a keen woman. And she loves me, in a way that she must always have been capable of. Before— we merely orbited around you, it seems in this possibility we were more open to each other. And—” Viktor paused. Took a breath. He looked down at his wedding bands, his gaze hidden beneath his lashes. “She gave me a last name, Jayce. That is not something most Zaunites get to have.”
“So you remember—”
“Everything,” Viktor said as he looked up, his brown eyes swallowing Jayce’s honey gaze whole. “Your persistence. What could have been. What is. Some of the possibilities. But, I must admit this one is my favourite. Well, at the very least, it beats disintegration. I remember what you told me… that I wasn’t weak, that there is beauty in my imperfections.”
“They make you who you are, Viktor,” Jayce said urgently. “I would rather have you as you are.”
Viktor slumped. “I will endeavour to believe that but it does feel easier to get there when I hear the words fall from your lips.”
Jayce shook his head. “I never thought… I’ve always wanted this but I didn’t think it could happen. Being partners was good.”
“For a while it was everything.”
“But I used to look at you and want— other things.” The things they’d just done in the bed with Mel.
“And I wanted them, too,” Viktor said, reaching for Jayce’s hand until their fingers tangled together, Viktor’s long, pale fingers a solid weight in his own hand.
“My mother?” Jayce asked quietly, steeling his heart.
“She is fine, healthy. We will have brunch together tomorrow.”
Jayce snorted, even as he relaxed. “I’m glad we get to be normal. And the undercity?” Jayce asked, brushing his thumb along the ridge of Viktor’s fingers.
“Simply Zaun. Shimmer is controlled and so is hex tech. Mel initiated some government funding infrastructures, and we’re working on detoxifying the river water. Hopefully, it will lower the noxious elements in the fissure gasses, too. In fact there is an experiment that we are currently running—”
Before Viktor could finish Jayce moved in and grasped his face to kiss him, shutting him up with half his tongue down his throat. Viktor grunted but kissed him back eagerly, raw desire lengthening the kiss.
“I’m sorry,” Jayce said breathlessly, “I’ve always wanted to do that. You’re a hot workaholic.”
Viktor blinked blearily, licking his lips. He shrugged. “And who am I to refuse the advances of my spouse?” And then he grinned, something boyish and infectious all at once.
“The core?” Jayce asked, trying to focus.
“Is destroyed.”
“Wow,” Jayce said, in wonder.
“I know it will be a lot to get used to. This—Us— but you will do it.”
“And what about us?” Jayce whispered. “You— we— Mel?!” It was still a shock to the system what they’d just done. With a flush Jayce realized Viktor was still seeping down his thigh.
“Yes, you, me, Mel,” Viktor said sweetly. “Apparently, she was the one to propose it. You and her broke up because you were fighting desires for your partner . And she said she loved you too much not to share. She and I found love along the way.”
Mel re-entered the room, smelling fresh and fragrant. She had on that same tempting slip that hid nothing at all. Her braids were piled high on her head, gold accessories glinting in the dim room. Her eyes went between the two of them.
“You’re sure, Viktor?” she asked, seeming to continue an impossible conversation that Jayce couldn’t begin to follow.
“Yes, it’s him,” he said.
She hurried towards Jayce and held his face in his hands. Mel leaned close and studied him, as if he were a specimen. Her brow was screwed tight and her lips were pursed.
“I told you he’d come back to us, Viktor,” she said tenderly, drawing circles down the side of Jayce’s face as her expression softened.
Jayce pressed his head against her bosom. “I missed you,” he whispered. He couldn’t make himself say the rest. That he’d grieved her, misunderstood her and yearned for her all at once. That he hadn’t cared that the beginning of their relationship felt so long ago and so different. No matter her early motivations she’d been one of the first to see him, to see what he could be. It was something only Mel and Viktor had extended to him:believing in him when no one else had, not even himself. And he would be endlessly thankful to them for that faith.
Mel filed her fingers through Jayce’s dark hair. “Welcome to our life together,” she said quietly. “The life the three of us built and continue to build. It isn’t perfect but it is ours. Viktor told me…that in another lifetime we don’t get to have any of this. So let’s cherish it, shall we?”
Jayce sat up and nodded, before drawing Mel close to kiss her. Things always felt right with Mel. Grounded and familiar and stable, and warm. Despite her cool exterior Mel was wonderfully tender, her kisses wet and deep as he groaned into her touch. Fuck. His wife’s touch.
“I love you,” Jayce said between kisses, sucking on her bottom lip until she trembled. Mel drew Viktor closer until it was a messy kiss between the three of them, longing and desperation and tenderness all at once. Yes, he would cherish this.
Eventually, Mel laid across Jayce’s lap, her head across Viktor’s thighs. Viktor traced her brow as Jayce stroked her hip.
“You don’t care that I’m different?” Jayce asked carefully. He was not the version of himself Mel had fallen in love with.
“You’re my husband, Jayce Medarda, I adore every iteration of you,” she said intently.
Jayce laughed. “Oh so, I’m a Medarda, too?”
“Well, our children are—”
Jayce jolted, his eyes wide. Everything stilled for a moment and his chest felt like it just might burst. “Children?” he choked out.
Mel and Viktor shared a look.
“Would you like to see them?” Viktor asked.