{ Hey I wrote a Vicju drabble because I randomly thought of how their first intimate moment would be. It’s not with his dimension’s Jude, though. idk. I’m on crack. I’m 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 wasn’t even sure how he had gotten to this point. Between the conversations, the regrets, the pain, something happened that just clicked. And now Jude’s lips were pressed again his own. He didn’t know how to take it, but the feeling was warm. The feeling was right. So right. He was hesitant to kiss him back…did he really want this? What if Jude’s emotions had just gotten the better of him? Perhaps he was just high on the moment. Nonetheless, he couldn’t stop himself from giving in and returning the favor, deeply and passionately. He pulled away, resting his forehead on Jude’s. Did this really happen? Was this…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 wouldn’t dream of humoring that, though. He wouldn’t lay a hand on the younger man. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“You can…take this off,” Victor whispered, pulling apart from the younger and moving his one-eyed gaze to the floor. “If you want to, that is. I understand if you’d rather not.” 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.
“No, I…I will,” Jude replied softly. He raised his hand up to Victor’s face hesitantly, reaching to the side of the mask. Victor could feel the other’s 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 Jude’s 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 man’s face, but he resisted the reaction so he wouldn’t frighten the younger. Â
Victor looked at Jude with one emerald-blue eye and the other a piercing red. He couldn’t see much out of his crimson orb, but he could somewhat make out Jude’s figure with it. He was met with Jude’s amber eyes looking back at him, his expression much more calm than the older was expecting. Jude didn’t look disgusted or disturbed. His gaze was soft, compassionate, maybe even a little dazed, but in a good way. Victor wasn’t really sure how to respond. It had been so long since he’d ever had a moment like this. Words failed him. Instead, he leaned in to kiss the scientist again. As his lips met Jude’s, Victor could tell by the way the younger returned the affection that he understood what he wasn’t able to say.
