Picture at the top isn't mine.

Dukexiety fluff. Not smut. Cuddles and some kisses.

Kind of soft both included.

Virgil sat in the dark side's living room, eyes closed as the bristles of a soft brush pressed against his eyelid.

He had been back in the dark for about a month now, after Janus moved over to the light, and he loved it.

"Okay, moving onto to lipstick, then we're done!" A high-pitcher voice said as the brush moved away and something in the coffee table rustled.

He opened his eyes to see Remus, his queer-platonic partner, rummaging around on the table for, Virgil assumed, a tube of lipstick.

Wait... lipstick?!

"Nooo!" Virgil softly exclaimed as Remus found it and came to face him again, the light catching in his maroon eyes.

"Oh, come on, Emo. It's not like it's gonna kill ya." He said, leaning in with the black twisty stick of death.

"No! Lipstick!" Virgil yelled, turning his head away. He hated the feel of it pushing around his lips. It was so cold and weird and - "What are you doing?"

Remus looked up at him from he mirror in his hand, newly applied black lipstick on his top lip and applying bright red on his bottom. He finished and set the tube and mirror on the table.

Remus just smiled and grabbed the front of Virgil's shirt, tugging him so that their lips met harshly in the middle. Virgil immediately melted into it, and they stayed there for a few moments.

Remus eventually leaned away, smiling in a crazy yet soft way. "Done." He whispered quietly. He leaned away, though he was pretty much on Virgil's lap by now, and grabbed his phone. He took a quick picture, then showed Virgil, who seemed to approve.

Remus put the phone back down and hooked his arms around Vi's neck, staring into the other's eyes. He seemed to decide something after a few seconds and bent his head, rubbing his hair in the crook of Virgil's neck like a cat, which Virgil can't say he was opposed to, until he had turned around completely and flopped back on his lover's chest, arms still bent around the other's neck.

Virgil wrapped his arms around the other's waist, setting his chin on his shoulder, and digging his face into Remus' neck as he had done a few moments before.

Virgil placed a few kisses there as Remus took both of his hands back. He used one to rub the one his lover still had wrapped around his waist and the other to grab the remote from the couch next to him. Virgil set his head on top of the smaller, taking one hand and tracing it through his hair, calmer than he had ever been with the light's.

Remus put on Hunchback of Notre Dame, and burrowed farther back into the taller's chest, kissing the back of his hand a couple times. Virgil went back to nuzzling his neck softly as the jester began to sing both of their favorite song from the movie: The Bells of Notre Dame.

They stayed like this for the rest of the movie, until they fell asleep in each other's arms with rare smiles resting in their faces. By that time, Virgil's lipstick was way ruined, but that only meant Remus might redo it, which was fine with Virgil.

I still want cuddles but not as much, so that's good.