Pairing: 10 Victor x Jackie

Prompt: This drabble takes place in the same universe as my Rogan fic going on right now, Virgins Don't Ask for it Doggy Style. It's basically what's going on with Victor and Jackie within that world. If you all like this little "preview" drabble, I'll work on it some more and post it after I wrap up the Rogan version.

Victor Creed is ex-army and ex-mobster hitman. After serving some time in prison, he decided to turn his life around and lay low for a while. He now works as a Humanities professor at the same college where Logan is the football coach, giving him the chance to possibly reconnect with his little brother again. Things turn complicated however, when both men meet their soulmates, falling fast and hard. Now Victor struggles to put his past behind him-and keep it there-while dealing with the entirely new concept of having an actual relationship with a woman, a stripper with an attitude just as bad as his own ...

Rating: T for bad language and sexual suggestions

Victor Creed took the stairs all four stories up to the top of the library because elevators were for pussies. The building was hushed, the students mindful enough to speak in soft indoor voices even in the lobby area, but the fourth floor was silent on the level of forgotten abandonment. The books up here couldn't even be checked out. They were part of the library's permanent collection and could only be read on that floor with the supervision of a librarian, making them closer in nature to pieces out of an art collection than books.

But he didn't know why the book he needed had be all way up here on this godforsaken floor. His students in the Ancient to Medieval Humanities class he taught had shown more interest in ancient Egypt than he'd expected, so now he needed to brush up on that area fast since his knowledge was cursory at best.

Victor had always been more of a Romulus and Gilgamesh type of guy, preferring to focus more on the Mesopotamian, Minoan, and Roman-Graeco cultures. He had more than enough information prepared for the course on those subjects, but nooo the ungrateful little brats wanted to learn about fucking Egypt, so now he had to haul ass all the way up to the fourth fucking floor.

And the librarian wasn't even at the goddamn desk.

Great.

Victor scowled until he spotted a "ring for service" bell, and then he grinned maliciously as he dinged it several times. When no one appeared, he narrowed his eyes and continued ringing the small bell continuously. He spotted movement through the drawn blinds covering the glass window that looked into the room behind the desk. A shadow moved, but no one came out to serve him, so he just kept ringing. To amuse himself, he began to tap out FUCK YOU in morse code.

A woman wrenched open the door and stormed out of the office. She looked ready to rain down hellfire until she got her first good look at Victor, and then she drew up short. This was the point where most people backed the fuck up once they had a chance to take in how truly big Victor was. Six foot four with biceps almost as big as the average torso, and his black leather duster did nothing to help the serial killer vibe he gave off. Even without all that though, when he'd just been a kid, people instinctively knew to stay away. Eventually, he'd decided to just go with it. If people were going to treat him like a trash criminal no matter what, he might as well live up to it.

The woman's eyes dragged up and down him, and Victor expected to see some form of fear or judgment appear in them at any moment, especially when her gaze caught and lingered on his dog tags hanging outside of his shirt. Instead, she stepped forward and tapped out HUA on the bell.

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All Jacquelyn wanted was to eat her Subway in fucking peace. Not that she'd been disturbed even once today. Nobody ever came up to the fourth floor. But rather than the rarity of the occasion giving her patience to deal with the few intrusions that inevitably happened, it only served to make her even more irate once it did.

And this motherfucker had just discovered the "ring for service" bell and decided to bang it like a porn star. Jackie put down her delicious sandwich, already picturing the type of jackass that would repeatedly ring a bell like that and how she would put the smack down on them. Then again, maybe one of the single parent students had lost track of their kid, who had somehow wandered up four flights of stairs to find the sole item in the whole building capable of making such an annoying noise. Until just now, Jackie didn't even realize that damn bell was actually functional, but little children had a gift for finding loud noise making objects. Only a child would be obnoxious enough to keep banging on it like that, right?

Then her ear caught onto the pattern of morse code, the first childish phrase that she had learned to spell out in it. FUCK YOU. Not a child then. Just some sort of petty, childish person.

With that thought in mind, she yanked the door open and stomped over to the desk, fully prepared to shut down some preppy little man child whose daddy paid his tuition and thought he should always have instant service wherever he went.

Instead she saw the biggest, tallest glass of ohgodyesplease she'd ever laid eyes on in her life. He had dirty blonde hair pulled back away from his face, maybe into a ponytail, although she got too distracted with his face to take a better look. His facial hair was a bit unusual, almost muttonchops style, but his eyes were a dark blue-grey and he had the jawline of a throne—the type Jackie wanted to sit on as queen every single day.

Her eyes wandered down past his face to the broad shoulders pushing at the leather of his black duster, as if his muscles couldn't quite be contained by a mere jacket. His torso looked like a fucking barrel, and Jackie was willing to bet the muscles of his pecs were almost as big as her tits. To top it all off, he had dog tags hanging over his shirt, the metal glinting at her under the florescent light. Jackie wanted to grab them and drag him places. Anyplace at all, but particularly down to his knees to make good use of his mouth.

So if all of that was saying FUCK YOU to her, well then … Jackie stepped up to the desk and tapped out HUA in reply. After all, she was always willing to support those brave young men who served their country.

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Victor felt a rush of heat shoot through him as the woman stepped right up and tapped out HUA on the bell. She was good looking, with dark skin and natural hair that surrounded her head like a black halo, but Victor had seen lots of good looking women. Beauty didn't make people nice or smart, but it could definitely make them mean and vain, so he tended to drive away beautiful women as soon as he could. Usually his best weapon for that was his own sexuality, which was met with fear and disgust. Although he could admit he wasn't quite ugly, Victor knew his size and the dangerous aura that followed him made women nervous. His lack of understanding when it came to social skills and basic propriety didn't help, and he often found himself scaring or insulting people even when he tried to be nice.

This woman wasn't afraid of him, but Victor knew that would inevitably change once they started talking, although a small part of him still hoped he could impress the woman who had already impressed him so much by catching the morse code and throwing his challenge right back into his face.

"What does a man have to do to get some goddamn service in this place, woman?" he demanded.

"Ask politely," she replied without missing a beat.

"I need a book by Rosalie David that's on this floor."

There. No swearing or insults, and he kept his tone even. That was polite as Victor Creed got.

"Why are you researching ancient Egypt?" the woman asked, beginning to type something up on her computer. "If you're a student here, then—"

Victor cut her off. "I'm not."

The woman's eyes slid over to him and she looked at him for a moment, her fingers never pausing in their typing. Finally, she made a little hum to herself and looked back at the computer screen.

"Do you need A Handbook to Life in Ancient Egypt or The Making of the Past?"

"The latter," he said. "What's the dewey decimal number?"

"You aren't allowed to browse the shelves."

The woman reached out for his chest. Victor stood very still, his curiosity at what she thought she was going to do overwhelming his hatred at being touched. He almost flinched away when her fingers brushed against the chain of his dogtags, but she grabbed his tie instead. She looked him in the eye and tugged on it. Victor didn't move. She did it one more time, and once again his curiosity got the best of him as he allowed her to pull him down to her level.

She stapled his tie to the wooden counter of her desk.

"I'll get it for you," she said. "Wait here."

Then she walked off, hips swaying out of Victor's peripheral vision as he tried to turn to keep her in his sights without ripping his tie. It was silk and its price tag had been in the three digits. The only reason he didn't take the staple out and hunt her down was because he couldn't believe she'd just done that. Women got angry at him, sure, and he'd been slapped across the face for his efforts several times. But they didn't challenge him like this. Not like … was she flirting with him? Or was she one of those butch, alpha female dykes that hated men?

The woman returned before Victor decided. But he did know he needed to reassert his dominance right now, so he snarled at her when she got close. Actually snarled, like a rabid animal. People didn't make those sorts of noises, weren't supposed to make noises like that. So when he did, other people immediately recognized him as the non-person he was and retreated in fear as quickly as possible.

The woman grinned at him. "Nice kitty."

"I am not nice!" he growled, highly offended.

Her grin relaxed into something smug. "I think you protested the wrong description, kitten."

Victor made another uneasy growling noise in the back of his throat. He didn't understand what she was trying to do here. It sounded like she was flirting with him, but he didn't know why.

"Am I going too far?" she suddenly asked, her demeanor changing to unsure. "I thought I was getting the vibe that you would enjoy these kinds of games, but I don't know … no one ever comes up here, I've been alone for too long. If I'm making you uncomfortable, I'll back off."

Victor didn't say anything. He wasn't quite sure what kind of game they were playing. He'd never had someone mimic his same brand of aggressive sexuality before. But while he used it to drive people away, she acted like she was trying to draw him in.

He'd be damned if he backed down first though.

"Scared you have a tiger by the tail?" he asked.

"Hm, that tie does look pretty fragile," she said, returning to her near predatory manner as she walked closer. "Do you have anything … sturdier I can grab onto? Thicker, maybe?"

"You can hold my hand," Victor replied dryly. "Unless you're talking about my dick. I got that right here, if you're asking."

She laid his book on the counter and looked him over. "I don't have anything to do for the next three hours, no one ever comes up here, and the walls are soundproof. So if you really are down to be ridden like an unbroken stallion … "

Victor pulled the staple out of his tie, straightened up, and readjusted his suit to sit properly beneath his black leather duster again. The woman watched him straighten to his full height with interest.

"I will eat your cunt until you scream," he told her. When she gave him a half-lidded look of arousal instead of staring at him with fear, he continued. "Then I'll rut my cock between your legs and against your clit until you come just from that. And you will beg me to shove it in so deep, you'll taste me in the back of your throat."

Victor stalked closer to her as he spoke, until he had her pinned between the counter and his body, not that she was making any movements to leave anyway. Her dark brown eyes had turned nearly black with arousal, and Victor took in her expanded pupils with satisfaction. Her breasts brushed against his chest with every breath she took, and she held his eyes boldly.

"But my class is about to start."

With that last remark, Victor grabbed his book, turned around, and walked away, leaving the woman stunned. He walked away with the upper hand and the opportunity to do some recon on his target. Also, he should probably talk to his therapist. He'd broken at least five different rules by engaging with her, rule number one being not to growl at people. Victor was a professor at a good university, and he liked the new life he'd built around himself, one that might even include his little brother after almost a decade of separation. He didn't plan on ruining it by thinking with his dick.

No matter how much he wanted to hear her scream.

A/N: So let me know if you want to see more of this. If people do, I'll make it a series after I finish Virgins, although I may post the next chapter on here in between now and then to make sure everyone's still interested. But next Monday will be back to Rogan, so let me know what you want to see! I was thinking some A/B/O, BDSM, something to do with knotting? I'm really in the mood to read something kinky, and there should always be more of that genre in the Rogan fandom as far as I'm concerned!