Chapter One
My GamKat/ GHBSuf shipping happy friend and I decided to start writing this at 11:05 pm. So yeah, as we were perusing some nosebleed worthy pics on Tumblr of the awesome pairings of awesomeness, I was overcome with the urge to write a whole whack of sexy, sexy smutty fanfic of the two pairings. Friend: *almost spews faygo from happiness, utter, utter happiness* Me; On with the fanfic. :D THIS PAIRING WE SHIP SO HAAAAARD *cries shipping tears* Friend: B) Fanfiction mode activated. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Me: We're also co writing thissss :D Friend: THE SEX I MUST WRITE MOTHERFUCKER! D Me: We're high on Faygo. Dont mind the shenanigans that comes in the story... Probably misspells... Roxy moments. Friend: Me: Duurrr
Well Before we get too up and hyper about the smut. Let it begin ~ OuO no wait that looks stupid.
My matesprite, what have I done do make you deserve this suffering? Why...My title as the Grand Highblood...Why must I have this duty...
It has been too long since I've held you, Sufferer. I've missed you so long. Why can't I hold you?
Because I've been such a motherfucking idiot.
A MOTHERFUCKING IDIOT WHO KILLED THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTOOD ME!
Sufferer... Why? Why did I have to do this to you? Why?
The Grand Highblood sighed, burrowing his clawed hands into the mess of hair atop his head, his mind automatically adding the Sufferer's touch, the one he had accompanied with a kind and loving light in his eyes... Always after the morning they woke up after a rough night of intense pleasure. His matesprit. The one he loved and who loved him back. The one he longed to have. The one who knew him, who filled the void. Why?
Well, one, cause I'm a jerk, two, he's gone... cause of me. Forever. Maybe I'll meet him again some day. If only.
if only if only
the wood pecker sighs
the bark on the trees was as soft as
the skies
as the wolf waits below
hungry and lonely
he cries to the moo-oo-oon
if only if only.
The Highblood remembered the song that the Sufferer would whisper in the moments that something would happen to him, and he came crying his crimson tears, running to his matesprit and burying his face into the large chest of the Highblood. He remembered the warmth between the two trolls as they connected their bodies together, and created genetic material out of pure, blissful enjoyment.
Death. Death would be a gift to him right now.
Gamzee sighed. Karkat was nowhere to be found. Something nagged at the back of his mind, something like... A second chance? Was that what the messiahs were trying to tell him?
He shook it off, picking up a stone and flinging it into the clear ocean, watching the rock skip a few jumps before sinking into the depths, the one his lusus once roamed. Of course, Karbro wouldn't be near the ocean. Even though he did have Crabdad.
A flashback covered his vision, and all he saw was the candy red blood of his beloved moirail. The figure the blood was seeping from, it was different, and he was overcome with stronger emotions of that of someone who was in a flushed quadrant relationship with another troll. What was this?
Blinking hard, Gamzee found himself stumbling into the forest on the other side of the beach he was trudging around on. Of course.
Honk, Karbro. Where the muthafuck are you? He thought, kicking a few loose pebbles before hearing a screech and his mind flashed visions of Karkat being hurt, yet it was not Karkat.
Why the fuck was he seeing these things.
Gamzee tore through the forest, his eyes stretched wide with panic.
"KARKAT! KARKAT!" Gamzee shrieked.
A scream similar to Karkat and Karkat only replied Gamzee. The scream was filled with fear and agony. Gamzee's eyes widen and ran into the direction of the terrifying scream.
"I'M COMING, KARBRO!"
Gamzee continued to sprint his way through the dark forest. Karkat's screams later turned into yells of pleas.
"GAMZEE! GAMZEE! HELP!"
Gamzee tore through and finally came to Karkat. His moirail was chained up with flaming hot handcuffs, using the design of the Cancer. He was stripped from his clothes. Karkat's face was bleeding candy red. His tears fell from his face from pure agony.
"Gamzee! Please, help me! Augh!"
Karkat groaned in pain. The hot red chains binding him steamed from his flesh.
Gamzee covered his ears as a flash and the screams of an older Karkat. He couldn't bear to hear his best bro be in pain. But...who was this troll? Why was he so much like Karkat?
"GAMZEE!" Karkat yelled Gamzee's name one last time, to break the flash. Gamzee ran over to Karkat and touched the chains. The heat of the chains were so hot, but Gamzee ignored it for the sake of the younger troll. Once Karkat was free he immediately curled up into Gamzee, sobbing red tears.
"I'm here." He rubbed his back, pressing a kiss to Karkat's head. "I'm here."
This was actually the first time that Gam had seen his best bro naked. But it actually felt like the thousandth time or something. As if something like this has happened before. Karkat shivered out of pain. His wrists were burnt severely. It looked as if he was tortured for sweeps on end. Gamzee embraced Karkat, to ensure that he knows that he's completely safe in his long arms. Karkat could hear the quick beats from Gamzee's blood-pulser. He ceased crying, but he was still frightened. Gamzee decided to ask Karkat what happened later. For now, he needed to be with his moirail. He picked Karkat up, keeping him close, and returned to his hive.
Gamzee looked at the sleeping form of Karkat, his wounds bandaged. He was relieved to see Karkat safe and sound. He suddenly had another flash that concealed his vision. Karkat lay at his side, running gentle fingers through his hair.
"I love you." He mouthed.
Gamzee looked at his hands, bleeding indigo off his palms.
He wrapped his hands in some gauze and ran a few fingers through the spikes in Kat's hair. He brushed one of the nubby horns and Gamzee realized: He had a flush crush on his best bro.