{ Hey I wrote a Vicju drabble because I randomly thought of how their first intimate moment would be. Itās not with his dimensionās Jude, though. idk. Iām on crack. Iām also lazy and just jumped ahead to when they have that first moment rather than what leads up to it and causes it. DEAL. 8)
Victor wasnāt even sure how he had gotten to this point. Between the conversations, the regrets, the pain, something happened that just clicked. And now Judeās lips were pressed again his own. He didnāt know how to take it, but the feeling was warm. The feeling was right. So right. He was hesitant to kiss him backā¦did he really want this? What if Judeās emotions had just gotten the better of him? Perhaps he was just high on the moment. Nonetheless, he couldnāt stop himself from giving in and returning the favor, deeply and passionately. He pulled away, resting his forehead on Judeās. Did this really happen? Was thisā¦okay? What person wanted to be intimate with someone that killed them in another dimension? Maybe Jude had a thing for dancing with the devil. Victor wouldnāt dream of humoring that, though. He wouldnāt lay a hand on the younger man. He wouldnāt make that mistake again.
āYou canā¦take this off,ā Victor whispered, pulling apart from the younger and moving his one-eyed gaze to the floor. āIf you want to, that is. I understand if youād rather not.ā He felt his cheeks redden underneath the mask. He never took it off for anyone, never wanting anyone to see what he was becoming underneath it. But there was an intimacy in having it off around someone, around Jude specifically.
āNo, Iā¦I will,ā Jude replied softly. He raised his hand up to Victorās face hesitantly, reaching to the side of the mask. Victor could feel the otherās hand shake ever so slightly. Before he could say anything that might stop Jude from removing it, he felt it lift off of his face. A cool sensation coursed through his now uncovered cheeks and nose. He could faintly feel Judeās finger tips run into his hair, pulling it back and then tracing his fingers over his catalyst markings. Victor almost pulled back; it stung a little as Jude graced over that part of the manās face, but he resisted the reaction so he wouldnāt frighten the younger. Ā
Victor looked at Jude with one emerald-blue eye and the other a piercing red. He couldnāt see much out of his crimson orb, but he could somewhat make out Judeās figure with it. He was met with Judeās amber eyes looking back at him, his expression much more calm than the older was expecting. Jude didnāt look disgusted or disturbed. His gaze was soft, compassionate, maybe even a little dazed, but in a good way. Victor wasnāt really sure how to respond. It had been so long since heād ever had a moment like this. Words failed him. Instead, he leaned in to kiss the scientist again. As his lips met Judeās, Victor could tell by the way the younger returned the affection that he understood what he wasnāt able to say.
