Hi everyone! Welcome. Please read on in the author's note if you care to know the background, but otherwise feel free to skip it if you don't care too much about the setting or anatomy you're in for!

Summary:

John discovered Karkat tied up in his and Dave's room. What plans does Dave have for Karkat's secret crush? John/Karkat Non-con Dave/John Dave/Karkat Bondage Rape Dark AU

AU Background:

This is an AU where John and Dave (and the other humans) ended up on the meteor along with the rest of the trolls. Everyone is still alive presumably. Finally, I would like to have this either after the 3 years or something close to that because I'm not a fan of thirteen year olds having sex. Even sixteen is pushing it, so in writing this, I'm going to assume that they are eighteen but you are welcome to think what you want, too.

Warnings:

Well, this is pretty much a PWP for the sole sake of bondage, but there is a little smattering of plot that I had in mind and may potentially throw in if I desire. However, the primary purpose of this fanfic is not the story, so please be understanding if you think the plot is a little weak. Also, along with the bondage is rape, so be warned if you do not like rape.

Anatomy:

Not everyone has the same headcanon on troll anatomy, so allow me to explain mine (or, y'know, skip it if you don't care for a technical description and want to get onto the story):

In this story, trolls have a tentabulge (just a single, regular-human-penis-thickness one) as well as a nook (basically like a vagina) and no testicles. They can't get pregnant (don't ask me why female trolls have breasts – I'm not going to be touching on them).

Hope you enjoy the first chapter!

The door to John and Dave's shared room on the meteor cracked open and the bespectacled boy sauntered in casually, as always absentmindedly thinking about something else. "Dave, you need to check out this troll movie Vriska lent me I swear it's not even sh-" He froze midsentence when he looked up and realized Dave wasn't in the room at all. Instead, on Dave's bed – more like, tied to Dave's bed – was Karkat. A dark red brushed over John's face as he stared at the troll who was quite nude, with his hands tied back over his head to the headboard and a heavy rope around each ankle, binding them to the corners of the baseboard. The ropes were taught enough to prevent him from closing his legs completely and John's face darkened as his eyes drifted south. Karkat shifted slightly uncomfortably under the gaze, his own grey face tinting pink as he looked away, unable to say anything for the rope tied around his mouth.

"U-um, Karkat?" John mumbled, his dopey smile lost for an adorably stupid look of confusion and embarrassment. He hovered near the door, seemingly unsure what to do, clueless as to what was going on and, well... why Karkat was like this and in his and Dave's room of all places. But it wasn't like Karkat could exactly answer him, though his fangs were doing their best to work their way through the rope tied in his mouth.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck that Dave Fucking Strider,' Karkat thought, internally repeating his mantra over again as adrenaline coursed through him and he struggled against the ropes.

A bright red flush colored his cheeks as John approached his side, embarrassment and shame causing him to turn his head away. Still, he was hoping that John would free him. Wasn't he? But John seemed unsure what to do. After all, how could he know that Karkat didn't want this? Didn't want Strider? Didn't want to be tied up like some fucking animal?

The thought irritated Karkat and he pulled against the ropes tying him to the bed to no avail – Strider was like a fucking rope master or some shit. Dammit, why in the shit couldn't he do this to Eridan or someone who actually wanted it?

Then again, as his eyes flicked over to John he thought, no, he wouldn't want him to do this to just anyone...

As much as the thought made him want to wretch in a pail and call that his genetic material, pass that off to the fucking drones, Karkat didn't want anyone touching John. Didn't want anyone hurting him. Which was absolutely insane for him to think. Even if humans had an undeveloped romantic life consisting of a single partner, trolls were used to their matesprits having a kismesis and the more conciliatory pale and ashen groupings, as well. Not that John was his matesprit by any stretch of the word.

"This uh, isn't one of those kisme-thingies, is it?" John asked, fully unable to comprehend troll culture when it came to kismeses (who would want to date someone for the sole purpose of abusing each other?).

But Karkat shook his head in response to the question and lifted his dark eyes back to John for a moment, fighting the urge to continue staring at the ground as John slid a little closer. His heartbeat was racing and he twisted his wrists against the rough rope as John inched closer to him.

"I don't, uh, I don't mean to be staring it's just that I've never seen a troll… you know… naked before," John said, his voice growing meek as he spoke.

Blushing darker, Karkat wished he could snap at John for stuttering. Did he want people to think he was like fucking Tavros? Besides… if he wanted to see a troll naked… well, he could have just asked.

The Heir's hand twitched at his side as he fought the urge to blush further. "Uhm, can I touch you? … Er, nevermind, forget I asked. Especially if you and Dave are um, a thing or something," John said, chuckling a bit nervously as he turned away slightly. But it seemed that there was something that appeared to hold him there. Curiosity, perhaps?

As completely out of his element that he was, Karkat was kind of at a loss how to react. Normally he would respond to awkwardness with anger, hiding his true feelings, but in the position he was in, that was kind of an impossibility. And to top it all off… since they'd met up on the meteor, the Heir had to continually go on about how he wasn't fucking 'gay' or whatever. Damaging their friendship was the last thing Karkat wanted to do, so he hadn't pushed it. But now John was the one actually wanting to touch him?

So, even as John was chuckling nervously and looking like he was ready to split the scene, Karkat nodded his head slowly. His top priority had to be escaping! But… still, having John touch him was… well, it was something he had thought about for a long time now. If Strider wasn't such a damned fucking asshat, he might have thought – just for a split second, mind you – that he had done this as his own way of giving John and Karkat's relationship a kick in the ass. But there was no way that self-important prick would do anything for anyone other than himself.

Karkat's dark eyes watched John as he halted, eyes wide with disbelief that he'd been granted permission. Shifting a little closer, the human slowly extended one hand. Watching his movements closely, Karkat tensed up as the hand neared him before gasping softly when the digits brushed against the redness between his legs. Even from such a slight touch, pleasure shot through him at the mere thought that 'It's John who's doing this.' The human, meanwhile, appeared pretty nervous, but he laughed as Karkat's tentabulge brushed against the back of his hand of its own volition.

Pulling his fingers back, John gazed at the slightly translucent reddish-fluid that clung to them. "You're really soft," he said quietly, before turning a bright red as though he just realized what he'd done.

Feeling unusually self-conscious, Karkat glared off at the wall, only for his gaze to snap back in surprise when he heard a sudden thumping sound. Watching in shock, Karkat saw John fall forward and bang his head on the baseboard of the bed before disappearing beyond the edge as he collapsed to the floor. Behind him stood Strider who was smirking and holding his sword backward over his head – he'd cracked John in the back of the head with the hilt. As preoccupied as he'd been by John, Karkat must not have noticed the other human's entrance.

The blonde resheathed his weapon and tsked at Karkat. "Having a little fun, were we?" he asked as he bent forward, hoisting John up with hands under his armpits. A flare of anger surged through Karkat's chest when he saw that John's nose was bleeding from where his face had smashed into the wooden baseboard. Growling, he pulled furiously at his binds, succeeding only in pulling the knots tighter.

Chuckling to himself, Strider tossed his unconscious friend onto his own bed, just next to the one Karkat was bound on. "Let's see… shall I give him the same treatment I plan to give to you?" he wondered to himself, his expression growing more amused when he glanced over and saw Karkat's horror. Wiping some of John's blood away from his face, Dave returned to Karkat and wiped it off on his chest. "You know this is entirely your fault right?" he whispered, leaning close to the troll. "If you didn't like him… if me hurting him wasn't the best way to hurt you… none of this would have to happen."

Gritting his teeth around the rope in his mouth, Karkat glared scythes at the blonde human. "Yes, I'm sure you have all kinds of choice words for me," Dave responded as he left the troll on his bed and went over to his dresser to pull out more lengths of rope, which he'd found around the lab. "I'll make sure to take them out on him."

Returning to the Heir, Strider started pull off his clothes. "Hm, unlike you, John is a godtier. How lovely. That means I can hurt him as much as I like and he won't stay dead. How many ways would you like to watch me kill him?" Karkat was seething with anger, but there was nothing he could do about it and the blonde knew it.

"Oh, are you jealous?" Dave taunted as he slipped his fingers inside John's boxers before pulling them down tantalizingly slowly. Once he had freed John of his underwear, Strider palmed his soft groin, all the while gauging Karkat's horrified reactions with satisfaction. But, wanting to waste no time, the blonde pulled off the rest of John's clothing, leaving him with only his glasses, and then pulled his arms back over his head, binding the wrists together before tying them to the headboard of the bed. The Knight finished up by tying John's ankles so that his legs were spread just like Karkat's.

"But I won't gag him… You'd like to hear his pleas and begging wouldn't you? I'm sure I'll be able to get him to say he hates you, too. After all, it's not too hard to get someone to say the truth," Dave said, slapping John's cheeks lightly to wake him.

Thanks for much for reading! Please leave me comments or questions in the reviews (I'll answer you personally in the next chapter end-note if you ask a question or want a response). Mainly my reason for asking is because this story has been a little head-fantasy for me for a while now and if there is little interest, then there is probably little reason for me to share.

P.S. - I promise I don't hate Dave - he's one of my favorite characters - so I'm not trying to drag him through the mud here, but for the sake of this story, yes, he is evil (or at least troubled) and yes, he has reasons which will come to light at a later date.