We're learning to make fire.

It's been days since we've been stuck in this god-forsaken cave and the snow piling on top of it and around it isn't making anything better. The temperature dropping played only one factor in what we assume to be our fate; the lack of food and water are the other two.

When I say we're learning to make fire, though, I don't mean the literal thing. We don't have wood for that.

We're making fire… Is the only thing that runs through my mind as our bodies press close to each other. It's like a miracle…A real life, motherfucking miracle… I smile to myself as his sweat transfers from his body to mine, our fingers and limbs intertwining with each other.

My tongue runs over his crooked, broken teeth and his fingers run through my wild hair, getting caught in its many knots and tangles. He easily rips through them, sending pain coursing through my head, but I don't complain. I understand that this is as gentle as he can be.

Sharp teeth connect with the rough skin on his shoulder, and I bite down just enough to make him bleed and let out an exasperated, shuddering sigh of pleasure. His nails rake down my back, tearing my clothes and summoning purple liquid from the wounds. The substance leaks from my back and drips down my side, trickling onto his stomach and the ground. As our lips crash against one another's we nip at the other's lips, making purple clash into blue. The taste is both vile and sweet, and we savor it, realizing it's all we have left now.

Despite our actions, I know where both our minds are; our Moirails. His poor, sweet Nepeta and my ever changing Karkat. Both of them are probably worrying about us, and as much as we want to be bothered by it, we can't. We're too busy exchanging body heat, trying to stay warm and keep alive as long as possible.

"Gamzee…Why don't we just kill each other? It'd be much quicker and less painful than slowly freezing to death, for sure." His gruff voice interrupts, and I silence him by stealing another kiss.

"This is more fun, bro." I mumble against Equius's lips as our bodies press against each other.

This goes on for quite some time before the cold finally gets to us, and we realize that this won't keep us alive forever. So we lay, back to back, curled into tiny balls and shivering as the cruel grip of the climate slowly drains us of our life.

I can feel my consciousness slowly slipping from me, pooling beneath me as if it were my own blood. It runs away from me, slithering across the cave floor and up the wall where I wouldn't be able to reach it even if I tried.

"Gamzee?" Equius says meekly, even for him, beside me, and I groan.

"What is it, bro?"

"I think I'll be dead in the next minute or two."

"Me too bro, me too."

No more words are shared between us as we slowly die beside each other, a smile on my face the whole time. At least something good came out of this.

We learned how to make fire.

Well, okay. So I guess this is one way to introduce myself to .

Anyways, the names Swifty! I just wanted to write something to celebrate my coming onto the site, so here, have this. A friend of mine requested the pairing, and it was inspired by the line "We're learning to make fire" from the poem by Margaret Atwood. Hope you enjoyed!

DISCLAIMERS: Homestuck and its characters belong to Andrew Hussie, obviously.

The line from the poem belongs to Margaret Atwood.