Alright, gather round. It's time to have some actual fucking fun at this party." Dave said, considering it was his party after all, everyone did as instructed.
"WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING THIS TIME FUCKASS? LAST YEAR I ENDED UP WEARING DONKEY EARS WHILE YOU GOT EVERYONE ELSE TO STAB ME IN THE ASS BLINDFOLDED!" Karkat yelled, angrier than usual.
"We're going to play seven minutes in fucking heaven. Only I'm extending it to fifteen, because the last time I played, I caught with my pants down, if you know what I mean." Dave said, and everyone flinched, and groaned, not really needing that information. You have no idea why you were here. It wasn't as if you were in any of their sessions.
"You're triggering people, Dave!" Kankri complained.
"Shut up. You being a little trigger bitch makes me want to pull a fucking trigger on myself." Dave replied, not even looking at the guy. You sigh. Poor Kankri. He was the reason you had come to Dave's stupid party. Because the red-sweatered intellectual would also be in attendance.
He pulled out a black fedora, with tiny slips of paper in it. Of course, Dave decides that you need to go first, and everyone giggles. You scowl, as is your normal response to their childishness, and draw the paper. Written in neat, looping scrawl, in the name Kankri Vantas. You announce it, turning pink, and trying to hide your excitement. You didn't think that things like this actually happened. You'd be in a closet alone with your crush for fifteen minutes, and the worst thing that could happen was he talked the entire time, which you were fine with considering you, loved the sound of his voice.
"How did you get my name in there? In my handwriting?" Kankri was shocked, and Dave smirked.
"I made you guys sign a ledger when you came in for a reason." He said, shoving the elder Vantas into the closet.
"Come on Kankri, any red-blooded man would be happy to be in the closet with a girl like her!" John called, needing to get in one of his awful jokester puns. Dave hit him upside the head, and shoved you in the closet as well, shutting the door. You hear it lock, and notice that there isn't a latch on your side.
"He knows the hemospectrum triggers me. He did that on purpose." Kankri concluded, and for a moment you doubt the intelligence that had drawn you to him. He dusts himself off, and you do the same, looking at him and biting your lip.
"It's what John does. Just ignore him, okay?" You say, and he sighs.
"I suppose. I think I may have landed on something sharp. Will you check my back for cuts?" He asked, and you nod. Your heart speeds up when he lifts that damnablely sexy sweater off of himself, and turns around. Not that the wool itself is sexy, simply the fact that it is on him. You see a small bump, but no cut. You run your hand over the bump, seeing if it will bruise.
"S-stop!" Kankri jerks away from your touch, as well as making quite the ruckus. You hear giggling outside.
"What? I just wanted to see how bad it was. Did it hurt that much? If so, we should likely get it checked out."
"No. That wasn't it." He mumbled, yanking the sweater back on, and turning away from you.
"Dammit, Kankri, look at me! If you weren't hurt, why would you jerk away like that? So you COULD get hurt?"
"No!" He said, growing aggravated. You are shocked. Kankri was always calm, and somehow simply touching him had made him angry.
"Then what? So help me I'll cut you if you don't tell me!"
"You triggered me." He said softly.
"Do you have personal space issues or something? I've hugged you before, and you never minded. How did that make you mad?"
"N-not that kind of trigger." He looked at you, red in the face, and the fact that he managed to put so much emotion into smoky white eyes was astounding. Your face turned bright red as you realized what he meant.
"Then a…sexual trigger?" You verify, and he nodded once, looking more embarrassed than you felt.
"So…are you just really sensitive…or well, do you like me?" You asked, thinking that this may be the most awkward way you could have possibly worded that question.
"Of course I like you! You're smart and funny, and beautiful, and everything else that I could ever ask for! But I'm a dead alien mutant who loves his own voice too much, and a girl like you would never like me, so there's no point." He said, red tears welling in his eyes.
"And why not?" You say, moving closer to him, causing him to look up in shock.
"What do you mean why not?"
"Well, it's not as if you're a corpse, in fact you're quite warm, and whose to say that I'm not the alien. I don't give a flying fuck that your blood is red, because mine is too, and if I didn't love the sound of your voice even more than your did, would I hang around you this long?" You say, giving him a small tap to the back of the head.
"Then… you do like me?" He asked, nearly begging.
"Of course, you idiot." You answer, pressing your lips softly to his, surprised when his hands grab you by the waist and pull you closer. As you gasp, he shoves his tongue in your mouth, soft, but just forceful enough to get the job done.
Your heart beats like a snare drum, and you entangle your hands in his soft hair, and he does the same to you.
You loose track of time until the door opens. Everyone is staring at you, and Kankri calmly looks up, though you are ready to kill yourself.
"I warn you all of the danger of triggering people." He said, and then lifted you up over his shoulder, carrying you to Dave's spare room.
"WELL FUCK!" Karkat said, everyone looking confused.
"Hey John. How does it feel to know Kankri touched a boob, and you haven't?" Dave said, and John just pouted and told him to shut up.