This is a continuation/sequel to Icing on the Stridercake. It's not as long as the first part, but I hope you enjoy it just the same!

**Homestuck and its characters belong to Andrew Hussie, not me.


Chapter 1

Dave woke with a groan later that day as he slowly meandered into consciousness. A bright glare was filtering in through the blinds and hitting him squarely in the face. He hissed through his teeth and brought an arm up to shield his still-closed eyes. The movement caused another pained groan. Dave turned his head with effort and opened his eyes just enough to squint at Bro's shoulder. The previous night came rushing back to him and his breath caught in his throat as he gingerly reached out to slide a stray bit of Bro's hair away from his brow. The sheets were tangled between them in a mess, and there was a damp spot on Dave's pillow where he knew he had drooled a little. Dave sighed and rolled completely onto his side to face Bro's back. There were dull red streaks across his shoulder blades. Dave smirked to himself with the knowledge that he had done that in the heat of their passion.

Bro's breathing was shallow and steady, and Dave became a bit mesmerized in the way Bro's ribs heaved and fell with each intake of air. Dave loved the natural rhythm inherent in things. He glared down at the disturbance between his thighs as the sheet brushed against him. Goddamn morning wood. Dave really needed to use the bathroom right now, too. He was still so tired, but he really didn't think he'd be able to get back to sleep with the high he was riding reliving what had happened. His brain was abuzz and he couldn't get Bro's words and actions out of his head.

Dave attempted to roll out of bed, but found himself nearly crashing face-first into the floor instead. As soon as he had tried to put weight on his feet, his legs gave out from under him and he bit his tongue to keep from making enough noise to wake Bro behind him. Luckily for him there was a pile of smuppets to land on.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Dave murmured through clenched teeth, picking himself up unsteadily. He wasn't sure which group of muscles hurt the most; he just knew he felt like he'd been hit by a train. Bro was a force to be reckoned with. Dave growled to himself and stumbled towards the kitchen. This was nothing. He'd been hurt much worse before and had gritted his teeth through it.

Dave found his sunglasses on the counter and hastily slapped them on his face. This provided some reprieve, at least. He continued on to the bathroom, gripping the doorframe as he pushed himself through. Dave was glad to see his morning wood was very much gone now, drained into non-existence by the pain shooting through his body. He heaved a sigh of obvious relief as he drained his bladder and flushed the toilet. As he washed his hands, he looked up into the mirror over the sink. Shit. He had seen himself with plenty of bruises before, but they were generally inconspicuous and easy to hide if he really wanted to.

Dave timidly reached a hand up to his neck and brushed against the burgeoning hickey there. He hissed as he ran his fingers over prominent teeth-shaped marks across his neck and shoulder. There were bits of dark red in them where his blood had clotted. Damn, but Bro was vicious in bed. 'Correction,' Dave thought, 'Bro is vicious in bed with me.' That brought a smile to the corners of his lips even as he winced at the ache in his shoulders from moving his arms around.

Dave set to work with his morning routine, brushing his teeth, shaving, putting on deodorant, and combing his hair. He splashed cold water over his face several times after resting his shades on the toilet tank. He needed medication or something. Unfortunately they had little more than a basic first aid kit, so Dave decided he'd have to make a trip out to get some pain relievers. He yawned and stretched, groaning and grunting as he did so, then reached down and scratched himself idly as he resituated his shades on his face and padded back into the kitchen.

Bro was humming to himself softly as he set about making coffee, standing at the counter in his boxer briefs. Dave blinked at him from behind his shades, which Bro couldn't see, of course. Bro turned to face Dave, his signature shades resting on his nose as well. He smirked and slapped Dave on the ass before returning to the coffeemaker.

"Seriously, Bro, what the fuck, man," Dave grumbled, rubbing at his butt cheek. "How do you even manage to get up and be all cheery like that? I feel like a wreck."

Bro half-grinned at Dave and pushed the button on the machine before turning to lean against the counter and face him.

"You're weak, dude," Bro said lightly. "I'd think after all these years of strifing you'd hold up better than that."

Dave scowled at Bro before stomping back to his room to find some clothes. Bro chuckled to himself and grabbed a couple of mugs from behind a pile of shuriken. He carefully removed the fireworks from them and rinsed them out, stifling a yawn. Truth be told, Bro was actually really sore, too. He wasn't going to whine about it like Dave, though. Hell, Dave wasn't the one who got his ass pounded last night by a raging beast. Bro grimaced as he stepped away from the kitchen and into the living area to grab some clothes and take his turn waking up and preparing for the rest of the day.

Dave found a pair of clean underwear and slipped into them, leaning back against the edge of his bed and frowning. Bro was just pulling his chain, and he knew that, but he was going to show Bro that he could handle much more. He tugged on a shirt and walked back into the living area, where he sank into the futon dramatically. He could hear the sink running in the bathroom behind him. Dave shifted on the cushion and tried to get more comfortable, but that didn't even seem to be possible. Sighing, Dave got up and stepped back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter next to the coffee pot. It was nearly finished now, and Dave closed his eyes to enjoy the aroma wafting up to his nostrils.

Bro exited the bathroom a minute later, running his hand through his gel-coated hair one final time before wiping his hand on a paper towel and nudging Dave aside to get to the bitter elixir in the pot next to him. Dave grunted in response and twisted around behind Bro, resting his face on Bro's upper back. Bro smiled and poured two cups of coffee. Dave was such a pain in the ass, but he wouldn't have him any other way.

Dave wrapped his hands around Bro's waist and mumbled something against Bro's spine.

"Hm?" Bro said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I said 'fuck you,'" Dave murmured, his voice still muffled against Bro's flesh.

Bro actually laughed out loud at that, startling Dave off of his back. He turned to offer the other mug to Dave before sitting on the futon.

"Same to you, sugar-plum," Bro said, looking straight forward at the blank television screen.

Dave curled his hands around the mug and slouched down into the futon next to Bro. They sat there sipping their coffee in silence, both staring at their muted reflections in the screen in front of them. Bro glanced at Dave out of the corner of his eye and winced a bit as he saw part of the marks he left on Dave's neck, though most of it was obscured by the collar of his shirt. Perhaps he should be more conscious about such things the next time they did anything. Curiosity got the better of him and he reached over to tug down Dave's collar.

Dave turned to him as he did so, glaring pointedly from behind his shades at Bro. Bro just smirked a bit, obviously admiring his handiwork. He ghosted his fingers across the teethmarks, then pulled the shirt farther over to inspect Dave's shoulder. There were identical imprints there, turning purple and yellow already. Bro peered up over the top of his shades at Dave. Bro's expression was the usual pokerface he was famous for, and Dave really wasn't sure how he was supposed to react right now. Dave maintained a completely passive façade in response, waiting to see what Bro would do next.

Bro leaned in and softly kissed each mark in turn before rising to meet Dave's face. He placed a tender, brief kiss on Dave's lips before pulling back to his side of the futon. Dave twitched and continued drinking his coffee. Apology accepted.

"So uh… how's your back?" Dave asked nonchalantly, taking another swig from his mug.

"'S fine," Bro said, mimicking Dave's actions with his own mug. "How are those?" he asked, nodding towards Dave's shoulder.

"Those're nothin," Dave replied. They didn't really hurt that badly, and he felt like they were worth the postponed ache.

"Good," Bro mused, getting up to drop his empty mug off in the kitchen.

"Bro?" Dave asked, turning around to face the kitchen.

"Sup?" Bro asked over his shoulder.

"You can call me weak or whatever, man, but most of my fucking body hurts. Don't we have anything for it?" Dave said to the floor, not wanting to look Bro in the eye.

"I'm sure we can figure something out," Bro said languidly as he walked over to the bathroom. He disappeared inside and Dave could hear him rummaging around before reappearing with a box in his hands. Bro hopped over the futon with ease (damn him) and plopped back down next to Dave. He opened the box and dug through it as Dave tried to peek over the edge of it. Bro pulled out a tub of something before setting the box down on the floor. Dave sat and stared at him.

"Turn around," Bro instructed, unscrewing the top of the container in his hands. Dave did as he was told, scooting around and folding one leg under him so that he was facing away from Bro. He felt Bro tug at his shirt and he pulled it off and tossed it aside. Why did he even wear a shirt anymore? Dave took another sip of his coffee as he felt something cold and slick slide across his upper back. He spit out a mouthful of coffee and gasped loudly.

"Jegus, Bro, that's cold!" Dave said, putting his coffee mug down on the end-table. "Could've warned me, fuck."

Bro just smirked and started rubbing circles across Dave's back with the gel coating his fingers.

"Calm down, it's a muscle rub. It'll feel good in a minute or two, be patient," Bro reassured. Dave was never good at being patient. Bro felt Dave melt under his touch after a few moments as the gel began to work its magic, though.

"Better?" Bro asked around Dave's shoulder.

"Yeah, it tingles," Dave murmured, getting accustomed to the feeling. Bro reached down and picked Dave's shirt up off of the floor and handed it to him.

"Put that back on or you're going to get this shit everywhere, it's sticky as all hell," Bro told him as he stood up to wash his hand off in the kitchen sink.

Dave followed Bro with his eyes. 'Mm, dat ass,' Dave thought to himself smugly. It was all his now, and he relished it with his whole being. It was almost strange to him how the dynamic they shared had shifted, but not really changed at all. They were still the same dudes around each other. Things would just be a little more fun at the end of the day. Dave found that he secretly appreciated Bro's newfound doting, too, though he wasn't about to let it show. He was stubborn, so he'd dig his feet in the mud and pretend it was just a nuisance like always.

Bro turned back to find a slight smirk playing at Dave's lips. It was a good thing that neither of them worked today or tomorrow. Even so, Bro did need to update his websites sometime before the day was out. That could wait. Bro stretched exaggeratedly, slowly, making sure Dave was watching him. Then he was gone.

Dave groaned and let his face hit the back of the futon cushion.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," he growled into it, half-heartedly punching it with his left hand. He forced himself onto his feet and into his room where he perused his specibus for the right sword. Dave settled on one made of Damascus steel (not the real stuff, that shit was impossible to get). He took a few deep breaths and stretched himself out, using the katana behind his head to pull his shoulders back. Sonofabitch, that stung. Dave knew the best way to get rid of the pain was to work through it, though, so he drew up his resolve and flash-stepped up to the roof.

Bro was there waiting for him, of course, silently admiring the bright blue sky with his back to Dave. Dave rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was bright out here, and even the shades weren't enough to completely dampen the sunlight threatening to bore into his brain. It was something he never seemed to be able to get used to. Dave brought his katana up and flash-stepped to Bro's side, knowing he'd get expertly parried as they warmed up.

The pair of them flashed across the roof in their dangerous dance, meeting, breaking, meeting again. Sparks flew occasionally as the weapons crashed together. These were much higher quality than most of the junk stashed away in random parts of their apartment. Bro had the upper hand early on, but Dave turned the tables on him now and again, keeping him on his toes. Bro was completely focused and grounded. He knew that if he wasn't, Dave would get the better of him in no time. He had taught Dave extremely well.

Bro caught an opening and knocked Dave to his back. He hit the rooftop with a soft thud and a harsh cry of pain. His katana went skittering across the cement past Bro as he attempted to roll over and get up. Dave's arms shook a little as he exerted enough force to push his weight up and onto his feet again. If Bro was sorry about it, Dave couldn't tell. Bro's face was like stone as he kicked Dave's sword back to him. Damnit. Dave picked it back up and straightened his spine, rolling his shoulders. He popped his neck from side to side, then lunged at Bro again. It was always two out of three, and he still had a chance.

Dave steadied and cleared his mind as he sliced at Bro, letting the ache and tension fade to the back of his mind. They began to dance around each other again, all flash-stepping and metal-singing-through-the-air as Dave began to push Bro back. Bro seemed to falter a bit as Dave ducked under a swing and brushed Bro's stomach with his forearm. Dave seized the opportunity and landed a smooth slice across Bro's upper back. It went through more of an arc than Dave had meant for it to, though, as Bro had nearly tripped to regain his balance.

"Shit!" Dave spat, dropping his katana and ripping Bro's shirt up to inspect the damage. Bro's hat was hurriedly knocked off in the process. Somehow he managed to keep his shades on. Bro hissed at the fabric brushing against the fresh wound as it was stripped away. Dave peered at the thin red slice, gently prodding the flesh above and below it with his fingers to see how far in it went. Bro moaned low as Dave gingerly squeezed at it, and he suddenly felt a flush stampeding its way up his body. They were both panting lightly, and Dave glanced up at the back of Bro's neck to see that Bro was equally flushed. Whether that was from exertion or arousal was up for grabs, Dave mused briefly.

Before Dave could figure out which it was, he found himself pinned to the roof with Bro over him, shirtless, reddened, and panting. Sweat coated his chest in a light sheen as Dave stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed up at him, unable to find words. He prepared to be punched, calmly closing his mouth and staring a hard line up at Bro's shades. Dave was quite surprised when Bro smashed his lips against Dave's instead.

Oh, Dave thought. Fuck, it was so impossible to tell whether Bro was moaning in pleasure or in pain. Maybe there just wasn't a difference for him. Sick bastard. Sexy, enticing, irresistible, sick bastard. Dave kissed Bro back, letting himself melt into the feelings overcoming his being. He thought briefly of the bite marks on his shoulder and neck and wondered if perhaps Bro would like him to return those little favors with equal fervor. Either way, they were fully exposed up here on the roof like this, and Dave didn't think the neighbors would appreciate bearing witness to what was undoubtedly about to happen. Dave pushed Bro back with his mouth, and, once there was enough room, he flash-stepped off the roof and back downstairs, leaving Bro hanging. He'd get over it.

Bro glared at the spot on the cement where Dave had just been and wiped his mouth with his right forearm, still panting. There was a familiar pleasant buzzing in the back of his head radiating from his shoulders. The sharp sting of sweat running over the fresh cut brought tears to his eyes, but it also aroused him. It was a very shallow wound. Bro let his head fall back and closed his eyes as he sucked in a few deep breaths to steady himself. Such. A. Fucking. Tease.

Dave carefully placed his katana back in its appropriate slot before bracing for Bro back in the apartment. He weighed his options carefully before hedging his bets and settling in on his bed, pulling a condom and a bottle of lube out from his nightstand. Dave mused that he won this strife by default, and licked his lips in anticipation.

Bro flash-stepped downstairs and hesitated just inside the door, pinpointing Dave's presence. That was completely unnecessary, though, as he spotted Dave propped up on his elbows on his bed, grinning at him. Dave was already sans-shirt as well, the garment wadded up and thrown into a far corner of his room, tinged blue from the remaining slime he had wiped off of his back. Bro smiled to himself and walked at a normal pace into Dave's room, letting his sword, hat, and shirt fall onto a desk as he swept past it. The shirt was ruined, but whatever.