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I did not expect to see Victor in the state I found him when I entered my room. I spent the day on the deck or at the crew quarters, seeing how things were going and how we could solve the ice stuck situation we found ourselves in. Victor usually slept a lot, considering his condition, and I also knew that he dreamt of his past life, so I never bothered in waking him up. Probably it was better for him to stay inside his illusions rather than waking up and remembering that he was stuck in the Arctic, in my ship.
Nonetheless, I was paying more attention now to the fact Victor was astonished, sat on his makeshift bed like he had been possessed by a ghost and the supernatural being had just left his body. Considering who I’m talking about, it could’ve happened.
I immediately went to him, asking if he was okay, if he needed help and what happened. In response, he clinged to my body like I could disappear if he didn’t hold me. His sudden affection wasn’t unwelcome, but it was alarming.
“Victor?” - I called his name, but he didn’t make any move. I tried again. - “Victor?”
Finally, he looked at me, and what I saw in his eyes was despair and worry. Despair was something I normally saw in my friend (if I can consider him one, as I cannot simply only see him as a friend now) but worry was new. It wasn’t for him, he made it clear that he was ready to die if that meant that his creation was also going to.
Then it struck me. The worry was for me. But I couldn’t understand, what had happened that led Frankenstein to worry for me? I didn’t question, only adjusted him in the makeshift bed and assured him that I was here.
He sighed, finally leaving his hands from my clothes, but he paid attention to me intently. This time, I had to ask. - “Why are you looking at me like that? Like if I was going to disappear?”
“Because I’m afraid you are.” - He answered, his hands gripped tight on the sheets of his bed. - “I-I’ve dreamt of him, the creature.” - Victor still hasn't left his gaze from me, only lifting himself up again, pulling the sheets away from him. - “I normally dream of memories of my past, but this time, the creature came. I-I can’t describe exactly what happened, but he’d done something to you in this dr- nightmare.”
I had conflicted emotions about this confession. On the one hand, Victor just explained that he cared for me deeply, to the point he woke up desperate at the image of me suffering, but on the other hand, he dreamt of me suffering. He felt like that monster of his was going to search for me, kill me, like he did for his other loved ones.
I felt like I should care about Victor’s worries, but right now, I only cared about the fact he considered me a loved one. I was going to keep repeating this fact inside my mind if Frankenstein hadn't started holding onto me again, looking at me as a proof that I’m real and with another thing I couldn’t put my finger on.
“Walton.” - He started, and I took my full attention to him. - “I know my wish is strange, and you don’t have to agree, but I need to prove that you’re here, alive, and by my side.”
I didn’t understand, at first, what he meant, but when I saw his cheeks slowly show color, even if his gaze stayed serious at me, I got what he meant. I felt delirious, for sure, that he was proposing to me this. But I wasn’t entirely sure he wanted this as well.
“... Do you want this?” - I said, and he gazed at me confused. - “I mean, I know the idea is yours but… Aren’t you deciding this out of desperation?’
“I’m not.” - Victor immediately responded, and I almost flinched when he gripped tighter on my sleeve. - “I’m aware of what I’m doing. Just… Walton, let me. Let us. I need this and… And I know you want this as well.”
Of course I wanted to, but I worried for my guest first. As my answer, I adjusted our positions so he was laying on the bed, face turned to mine, as I registered his features in my mind, now that I was this close to him. His eyes had intense dark circles below them, and his pupils were a deep green that almost turned into black. His face was a mix between his age and a younger one. I believed that, if he hadn’t passed for all he went through, he probably would be one of those men who seemed younger their age.
Victor’s breath started to steady as I worked on massaging his shoulders and chest, sometimes kissing his neck. I haven’t been granted permission to press his lips against mine, as much as I wanted to.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” - Frankenstein asked, and I noticed he tried to hide his eagerness in his tone. I smiled, leaning and kissing him, soft, slow and considerate. I didn’t want to rush things, not with Victor.
When we parted, I watched his face turn even more red, but his expression this time was calm. I was happy and proud that I made him settle down so fast. I took time to take off his clothes, stealing kisses anytime I felt his body shudder.
I can’t lie, Victor isn’t a beautiful man in society’s patterns. His body is thin and pale, a mark of years of suffering and difficulties. He’s also small in stature, at least for my height. But did one of those matter? He was beautiful to me
I stopped at his crotch, part of me embarrassed to go further, and other waiting for Victor’s permission, and as soon as I saw him nodding, I went to put his cock on my mouth. It was strange, the sensation, but I quickly got my way with it. Bumping my head up and down, hearing his moans in gratitude. I was relieved that I could please him, even with my inexperience.
Victor’s hand instinctively came to my head, holding onto my hair as he guided me where he seemed to have more pleasure. I quickly followed him, sucking where he wanted me to. When he came, I quickly pulled off, even if some of his come stayed in my mouth.
When Frankenstein looked at me, he snorted. I probably didn’t look my best, after the other man’s hand disheveled my hair, but I laughed along with him.
We didn’t stay laughing too long, as Victor pulled me to another kiss and we started making-out. He was still desesperate, I could sense. I parted our passionate kissing and got up, not after leaving a kiss on his forehead. He didn’t question my movements, already guessing what I was doing, but I could see his hands trying to grasp on nothing.
I opened one of the drawers in my writing desk, picking up a bottle of oil and going back to the makeshift bed he was still sitting on. He only needed to gaze at me to adjust his position, opening his legs. I got startled, for a moment, and flushed at the action. But it was helpful, anyway.
I went to kiss him again, as I oiled my fingers, going to circle his rim and slowly enter in. Victor moaned into my mouth, but didn’t leave the kiss as I started to move my finger in and out of his hole. I swallowed his sound with our kisses, and inserted another finger, feeling him clench around me.
It was new, this whole situation, as I’ve never done this before. It was difficult to find men to lay with, and I’ve never really gone into finding one. Victor was my first, and I was afraid of him being the only one. However, the future didn’t matter now, what mattered was the fact that Frankenstein stopped kissing me and started to work by himself on taking off my belt.
I helped him and slipped fast off my pants. I was trying to make this go slow, for my guest, but my body couldn’t handle waiting anymore. We went back to our last position, me on top of him, as I oiled myself and lined with Victor, whose eyes showed his desire.
I entered, and I almost got overwhelmed with the feeling. He was perfect, in every sense, and I needed time to process what I was sensing. Before I could comprehend, Victor started moving himself, holding onto my shoulders for support, and his moans broke me out of my daze.
“Victor- Let me lead this. You won’t have force tomorrow if you-” - My phrase was cut by a thrust the other man went for. It seemed like Victor would lead this.
I changed our positions again. Frankenstein was momentarily surprised by our sudden change, where he was sitting on top of me and I was holding onto his waist. It was better, this way I could feel him slipping off me and going back more intensely. Moans escaped my mouth easily.
I came back to kissing his neck, and Victor gladly gave me space to do it. I heard his moans as he moved against me, pace getting faster each time. We were both close.
When I finished, I held onto Victor desperately, only for him to do right after. After that, we stayed silent, only hearing our shared breath.
He slipped off me and kissed me again, this time, more calm and gently. He laid by my side on the makeshift bed, never letting us have a moment without touch.
“Walton, thank you.” - Frankenstein said, pulling the sheets over us.
“No… I should be saying ‘thank you’. Thank you for entering my life, Victor Frankenstein.” - I answered, but he was already asleep.
Could this man notice how much he had changed my life?