Ethan slammed the glass of scotch down hard, the warmth of the alcohol consuming his senses, and glanced over at his companion sitting beside him, "Another?"
Victor took a bit more time in finishing his glass before swallowing the last of it and nodding, "Another."
The sharpshooter grabbed the bottle and poured them both another glass. Picking his up, he took a swig before posing a question that made his stomach churn, "Any difficulty getting rid of the body?" Even after a full drink it was hard for him to discuss the cold remains of his former lover.
The doctor took a sip of his own, pressing his lips together and shaking his head, "None." An uncomfortable silence followed and Victor fidgeted with his glass. He knew this was hard on the other man, and he sat there in guilt for having killed her, but she was going to perish anyway, he saw no reason in wasting an opportunity. He took another drink before clearing his throat and speaking, "At least her suffering his over."
Ethan's grip tightened on his glass, his teeth clenching. A moment passed before he shot back half the remaining liquid. He swallowed, looking at the glass in his hand, his voice raspy, "I suppose I should thank you for your care, you were able to ease her mind, and, for that, I thank you on her behalf." Victor simply nodded, once again fidgeting with his glass; with a heavy sigh, Ethan turned to face him, "Do you got a smoke? I could really use one."
Victor gave a soft smile, "I don't smoke."
Ethan gave a puff of laughter, "No, of course you wouldn't." They shared a moment of eye contact before Ethan's gaze fell back to his glass.
Victor shifted in his seat, attempting to come up with something decent to say, "It'll get better, you'll move on. What about Vanessa."
Ethan licked his lips, laughing mirthlessly, "As tempting as that is, I don't think we'd be a good fit."
"Is it a man you'd prefer? Dorian, perhaps?"
This time the laughter was full of mirth as he once again made eye contact with the doctor, "He's too pretty." Something in his gaze made Victor's chest tighten, like there was some hidden meaning behind those words; he gave a nervous smile in return. "Besides," he continued, looking away again, "he could have anyone."
"I'd say you could have anyone just the same." The sentence came out quieter than he had intended, his cheeks reddening with what it implied.
Ethan looked to him again, and the blush didn't go unnoticed. There was something in Victor's eyes that seized him, something that told him to act on his impulses, to take what was clearly offered, but he decided to play a game instead, "If Dorian and I were standing in front of you, if you could have your pick, who would you choose?" There was no humor in the question, this wasn't some party game they'd laugh off, this was serious, and it got Victor's heart hammering.
"I'd choose you," he whispered, not having to think twice.
The sharpshooter turned his body to face him, his curiosity piqued. "And if it were me or any woman?" he prodded.
He breathed out a single word, "You."
That was all he needed, it was confirmed, he was offering himself. His drink forgotten, he lifted his hand to cup Victor's cheek, his thumb running along his parted lips, "You're pretty," he spoke softly.
"Not too pretty, I hope," he choked out.
Ethan shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as he leaned forward, their lips connecting in a gentle kiss. Victor's Body trembled as he kissed back, feeling as though he were about to faint, kissing a man was definitely a new sensation, though he didn't have much to compare it to, as he'd never really kissed anyone before. The doctor's reaction stoked Ethan's hunger and he delved his tongue inside, kissing him deeply. Victor's heart beat wildly as he did his best to reciprocate, failing to match Ethan's dominance; he didn't know what to do with his hands. Ethan's hands went to the front of Victor's shirt, undoing the buttons slowly; once he was about halfway done he broke the kiss, pressing his lips to Victor's neck and kissing it gently. Victor breathed out a soft sound of pleasure, his hand lifting to run his fingers through Ethan's hair. Just as the last of the buttons were undone and Ethan's hand went in to glide along the doctor's torso, Victor attempted to speak through rugged breathing, "I've never... h-had feelings, for anyone."
"Shhh..." Ethan soothed, running his lips along Victor's collarbone. The sharpshooter lifted his mouth to Victor's hear, whispering huskily, "Come to bed with me."
Victor breathed out a barely audible, "Yes."