JayVik Oneshots [Arcane]

Marks 🔞

A/N: please, read the noted at the end!! Thanks and enjoy~~
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He can't believe he has to wear a scarf. Again.
He told his partner multiple times to not make visible hickeys on his neck. People would've known... But no. Jayce never listens to him.
He is late today because he had to lose time finding a way to cover those marks! Precious time he could use working!!

Now Viktor is walking his way to the lab, wearing a red scarf that Jayce gifted him last winter to protect him from the cold. "You'll get sick if you don't cover yourself!" He said.

《Good morning, Viktor! Sore throat again?》

Sky asked as he was opening the door of the lab. A soft smile on her face.
He looked quickly away embarrassed. Yeah, sore throat...

《Good morning, Miss Young... Yes, this weather is no good for my health...》
《Oh my... You should drink some tea with honey, then!》
《I will immediately, thank you..》

He stepped into the lab and closed the door behind. He glared at his partner, already there drinking his coffee. Jayce looked at him and smiled. He was about to say 'hello Viktor' but the other man didn't let him.

《How many times did I tell you to not leave visible marks?? You're-- An irresponsible!》

He said (almost yelled) approaching Jayce, who looked at him confused.

《I don't see what's the problem...》
《You don't-- ugh... Jayce! People talk!》

Jayce rolled his eyes. He already knew this. Viktor says it every single time. 'People talk!', 'People might find out!' ...
Was he this worried about rumors? Worried of people knowing that they're... dating?
He vaguely apologized and changed the subject immediately back to work. He didn't want to discuss with Viktor first thing in the morning.
They worked, and Viktor always wearing that damn scarf. He didn't take it off even when there was just the two of them in that room. The more Jayce looked at it and the more it made him upset...

The night came soon and he was about to leave, but not before kissing his lover. He was not really that mad to leave without saying or doing anything.
He looked at him. His head still bending over his notes.

He approached him and lifted Viktor's chin, leaning closer to kiss him. The man sitting in the chair accepted gladly and placed his arms around Jayce's neck as their lips met.
He felt the warmth of his partner's hand on the cheek, as the other one grabbed his scarf and pulled it down, not breaking the kiss in the meantime.
Jayce pulled away and looked at his lover's neck. The red marks peppering his skin reaching his jaw. They stood out on Viktor's pale skin... He looked beautiful like that..

《You don't have to wear a scarf... I like them on you...》

He said, caressing his partner's skin. Viktor felt his cheeks warming up and looked away.

《Jayce... People might see-》
《Who cares??》

Jayce interrupted him. Viktor blinked.

《Why are you so afraid to be with me??》
《I'm not- I'm not worried about me, idiot... It's for you....》

What...? Viktor was worried because of him? Jayce kneeled in front of him and took his hands. He looked at him in the eyes, waiting for explanations.

《You see... People never talked well about me... I'm just the "cripple guy from the Undercity"...》

Viktor felt Jayce tighten the grip on his hands as he was listening. The man kneeling in front of him wished to know each bastard who ever made fun of Viktor or talked bad about him during the years and beat them. He would.