Hey guys, Space Paint is back! So I decided to do this because Spectra x Gus needs more love in this archive! Besides, they are my OTP after all. Anyway, sorry if they're a little short, I try! So I hope you enjoy them, and I will try to update at least once a week. On with the story (or whatever you want to call it).
Gus couldn't explain it any other way, besides... Just right.
The way Spectra would hold him in his arms, the way he would take his hand to let the world know he was Spectra's, the way he would kiss his lips when in private.
It was amazing, it was magical, it was perfect, it was... Just right.
And Gus wouldn't have it any other way.
When he lay in bed with Spectra (obviously for one of their cuddle sessions), he would look up at his master's fair, beautiful face and see amazing, gorgeous blue eyes staring back at him. Everything about Spectra is beautiful, really. And as Gus would put it... You guessed it.
Just right.
When they come forth about their relationship to the Vexos, they say it's disgusting, against everything they live for, not professional, highly inappropriate...
But Gus and Spectra really couldn't care less.
They don't hesitate to tell that to the Vexos.
"Master Spectra and I do not care for your personal opinion." Gus would say.
"Wait 'till Zenoheld finds out about this little affair!" Shadow would say, cackling like usual. Spectra smirks.
Nothing unusual about that.
On that note, they leave the room.
Gus gets lost in his thoughts. Like he said, they didn't care what the others thought. The Vexos could think this relationship was the most vile, gross thing that could ever happen (which, they probably did), but Gus thought- no, knew- that he and Spectra were meant to be.
And it was just right.
So when they finally leave the Vexos for good, Spectra and Gus can be completely open with each other wherever the please. There was no one else on the Vestal Destroyer, besides them, after all. The kisses, the hugs, and whatever in between was just perfect.
One day, while Gus is operating the monitor, like the good lapdog he is, Spectra silently comes up from behind him. He turns Gus around, gently pushes him against the nearby wall, and passionately kisses him.
It was the best kiss ever.
Once they pull away, Gus speaks up.
"This is...-" Spectra cuts him off, finishing Gus's statement.
"...- Just right."