Gamzee and Equius (Honk) T

"DoWn." You would have obeyed, Equius Zahhak, of course you would have. You had to. He's your superior. You would have happily obeyed, even without the arrow to the knee. He's the highblood here; he can do as he pleases. You fell to your knees in front of the purple-blood, Gamzee Makara. You summoned all your strength and ignored the stinging in your knee and placed weight on it.

Your long, black hair was parted to the sides, allowing you to easily watch as he picked up one of the few unbroken bows. The second he turned around, your gaze fell to the floor.

"Highblood?"
"ShUt Up!" Tingles down your spine and sweat down your neck. You were overjoyed to see the highblood had finally embraced his position atop the hierarchy. You suddenly wished you had better access to drying utilities, but you couldn't leave your spot.

You told that rust-blooded Karkat that if it came to a close-quarters skirmish, you would try to be prepared, but it's just so good to see one of aristocracy using it properly.

"HONK honk" You chanced a glance up at him, only to find him scowling. You'd never seen him scowling before, and it made your jaw fall slack and your skin shimmer with sweat. Your eyebrows raised and you wished he weren't so able to see your groin the way you were kneeling. It would be troublesome if he saw what that expression was doing to you…

Creeeeeak! Your eyes are suddenly drawn to the bow in his hands as it bends beneath them. Snap!

It was just the slightest show of power, but it was power none the less showing on his features, now set in a wicked grin that turned your bones to jelly.

"HONK honk HONK honk HONK honk!" The 'Honk'ing was coming constantly now, not that you cared. You were entranced by those eyes, by those razor-sharp teeth now showing behind his blood-stained lips, by that controlling look that spread all over his face. He stepped closer and your sweat began to flow faster. You wanted a towel, but you knew you couldn't disobey him and it just made the need for a towel grow…

He was right in front of your face, well, at least his crotch was… you didn't even dare to hope this was going somewhere sexual- a direction you pretty much constantly fantasized about. His legs stepped out wide and his back bent; bring his chin level with the top of your head.

His arms went to either side of your head and flicked the bowstring to behind your head. Your hands rose defensively out of reflex… he didn't seem to like that. His eyes began glowing red and his jaw fell open to let out a loud growl. 'GOD, he's like an alpha male… that's so… so…' You remained at a complete loss of words as the string looped around your throat and tightened.

It was completely terrifying. You couldn't breathe. You didn't care. It felt so good, finally getting treated like you deserved. A smile cracked your features for the first time in quite a while…

Your imperfect teeth showed and you didn't care. You couldn't breathe and you didn't care. Your face flushed an imperfect blue and you didn't care.

Honking filled your ears and the string began to cut into your neck, you were no longer aware of this, however. Only of the encroaching black.