AN: It's been a while since I actually uploaded anything, and all my older stuff has been deleted anyways. This is my first Davekat fan fiction that I've liked eough to post, so here goes. I won't continue unless it gets some reviews and such. I hope you enjoy.
It was well past midnight, and the sky outside was an inky blue, the clouds blocking out most of the light provided by the stars and moon. Not that any of that mattered to a certain shades-wearing blonde. He may have been laying in his bed, but he was far from falling asleep. He didn't yawn once, his laptop sitting on top of his crossed legs. He was just surfing the web quietly, an unbiased spectator in the world of the internet. He didn't have much else to do, anyway. He'd been drawing most of the evening, and even wrote a few raps, but he found himself very bored. No, hella bored. So bored, there wasn't a word descriptive enough to explain how bored he was without the term seeming absolutely insulting to his current state of boredom.
He shut his laptop with a heavy sigh, then turned to click his lamp off. As he shifted positions, he could've sworn he'd seen a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. "The fuck?" he murmured under his breath, his head jerking back around before he'd even shut the light off. "Bro?" He climbed out of bed and groped around for one of the many katanas littering his messy room, adjusting his shades as they did so. Cool as they were, it really made seeing at night a hassle. Finally he found a suitable weapon, but by then the room seemed empty and quiet again. Then again, it was eerily quiet. It even seemed colder than it had a mere few minutes ago.
"For a cool kid, you seem on edge."
He spun around when he heard a voice, and could barely distinguish the dark outline of a figure on his bed. It wasn't bro, he knew that for sure- the voice was much more growly, yet it sounded younger, and besides that, the silhouette was shorter and stockier than his awesome guardian. "Alright, if you don't tell me who the fuck you are right now," Dave said in a calm tone, trudging closer to the figure with his sword in hand, "I'll castrate you right here. I'm tired as hell, and I'd rather no deal with this "cryptic-stranger" bull shit at one in the morning."
He heard a husky chuckle from behind him, and realized he was talking to an empty space, a whole lot of nothing. Just shadows and blankets. He turned on his heel, his stern pokerface not budging for an instant, only to stare into glowing, orange sclera's. He suddenly found himself face to face with a grey-skinned, red-eyed male baring vicious-looking fangs that peeked out automatically beneath nearly-black lips.
Dave didn't even flinch at this doofus' little Halloween getup. "Who are you?" he asked dully, poking the tip of his blade tentatively to the stranger's chest. The black lips just quirked upwards a bit, showing off more of those razor-sharp teeth. Damn, this guy could make a great white shark blush in embarrassment.
"Nobody you'd know," he retorted, and suddenly the asshole was gone again. "My name's Karkat Vantas. And you're Dave Strider, right?" The human barely stiffened at hearing his name coming from what he'd thought was a complete stranger's mouth, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening ever so slightly.
"Are you some kind of stalker then?" he chuckled bluntly, gazing around to try and find Karkat again. He inched towards the main light switch of his room, only to feel a warm, well-muscled, human-ish thing blocking his way right behind him. When he turned there was nothing. "Fucking hell, would you knock it off?" he mumbled, feigning disinterest. "It's mildly annoying."
Finally he flicked on the lights, making it much easier to see whoever it was slinking around his bedroom like some nighttime television villain. He heard the slightest hiss of surprise, and saw what must've been Karkat flinch a bit in the corner of the room. "Shit, that's bright," he heard him mutter.
"Alright, you got me," Dave said, walking over to the other male. "Haha-fucking-ha. Now tell me what you're doing here, and why you're dressed like a really bad interpretation of count Dracula from the seventies."
Karkat just grumbled a bit, moving to sit on the bed. "I'm here because I'm just as bored as you are," he said with a small, fanged smirk, running a hand through his shaggy mess of black hair. Wait, what were those orange things sticking out of his head? Horns? Dave couldn't help but smirk a bit, thinking about how nubby and silly they looked.
"Well, yeah, I'm bored. That doesn't explain anything though. Stop being an enigmatic fucker and answer me like a sane human being."
"I'm not a human being though, and the jury's still out on how sane I am." Dave just raised an eyebrow, causing the grey male to snicker. "Do I look fucking human to you?"
"No, which reminds me to congratulate you on your little game of dress-up." He clapped slowly and sarcastically, then reached forward and grabbed one of the nubby little protrusions jutting out the tussled, black tangles of hair, tugging it slightly. "Now enough with the costu-"
He was cut off abruptly by a quick gasp from Karkat, which seemed to be a mixture of pain, surprise, and… something Dave didn't care to identify at the moment. "Don't do that!" Karkat growled, slapping Dave's hand away and massaging the area around the orange nub. "It's not a fucking costume, okay? I'm a demon. Jackass."
Dave just raised an eyebrow, snorting a bit. "Oh, and what's a spawn of Satan doing creeping around my bedroom? Am I your haunt for the night?"
"No, that's not even how demons work, fuck-nuggets," Karkat said back sharply, rolling his eyes. "I'm here because I was in need of some entertainment. And I've had my eye on you for a while." The demon told him in a gruff tone, standing and putting his hands in his pockets.
Now that Dave got a good look at him, he could see the outlines of tightly-packed muscles beneath Karkat's black, long-sleeved shirt. He may have been short, but his broad shoulders and muscle-bound chest and arms made it obvious he could hold his own if need be. Even with this burly build, the word that came to Dave's mind definitely wasn't of an overly macho or masculine sort. The guy still had fairly soft features on his face, looking to be about Dave's age, and the gentle curves of his body weren't nearly as harshly defined as that of his muscles. It was an odd, but balanced mixture of strong and graceful. Fuck, graceful? When had he ever used that word in his life?
On the other hand, Dave was tall, with a naturally thin body structure. He managed to reinforce this with lean, subtle muscles though, and most who tried quarreling with him soon found out that he was quite a bit stronger than he looked. That's what happened when your bro constantly put you through training and conditioning your whole life, in order to both toughen you up, and make you the coolest son of a bitch out of your entire generation. It obviously had its benefits.
And while Dave's mind had been preoccupied with thinking over the contents of the upper two paragraphs, Karkat had disappeared once again, only for Dave to hear him sifting through the various shit that was scattered about the floor and desk of his room. "You have a thing for sharp objects?" the shorter male said dully, that husky voice grating out in a way that snapped Dave right out of his train of thought. Hell, the train was now off the tracks altogether.
"You could say that," Dave said plainly, going to sit on his bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a small sigh as he tried to grasp this all over again. "So, mind explaining to me why I became a subject of interest for an incubus?"
"That's not what I am, dickweed," Karkat snapped back, his red iris' and orange sclera's making contact with the flat, blank lenses of Dave's shades. "I'm just a normal demon."
"The question still stands though."
The grey-skinned demon paused a moment, his gaze falling to the floor briefly before he shrugged. "You seem interesting. And most other demons are assholes." The blonde made the mistake of blinking, and when he opened his eyes Karkat wasn't where he'd been looking, and instead the demon was right beside him on the bed, their shoulders nearly touching.
This didn't phase the human though- he'd grown up with his ninja-esque Bro, after all. He was used to this sort of bull shit. "Whoa man," he said with the slightest tug of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "What kind of guy do you take me for?"
"The idiotic kind," the demon replied, not looking amused. "And I didn't come here to play "who can be the biggest douche bag in a single night." I came here looking for a friend… of sorts." He crossed his arms and leaned forward, giving himself a horrible posture that was somehow a bit… endearing? Was that the word Dave was looking for?
"Don't you have any demon friends?"
"I told you, they're all basically assholes," he mumbled back, glaring off to the side opposite of you. "If you want me gone, I'll just leave. I kind of figured that even the "cool-kid" Dave Strider would be pissing his pants about meeting and possibly befriending a fucking demon, but I guess the title is too far welded into your very being for you to be excited about anything." He got up, seeming ready to rush right out of there, but before he could Dave stood up slowly and nonchalantly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I guess it would be pretty cool to have a demon for a best bro," he said with another small, amused smirk. "Besides, even demons don't deserve to be alone like hermits. For future reference though, you might want to work on your presentation when snooping around for human friends. Most people would be scared off by the fangs and shit."
"Which is why I chose you in the first place," Karkat said back without missing a beat, mirroring Dave's lopsided little half-grin. He held his hand out to Dave, locking eyes with him- sort of. "Only you'd be crazy and "cool" enough to give a demon a chance."
Dave took the hand and gave it a single, quick shake, then nodded. "Damn straight."
I know it's not perfect, I just kind of wrote it on a whim. Please tell me what you thought though, and whether or not you'd like to see more.
