Authors Note: Point of view switch, and to make it abso-fucking-lutely clear, this is Gamzee's POV :3

Oh, and if any of you have a Pesterchum/Trollian account, my Trolltag is grimdarkGuardian. :P

Anyway! Enjoy! - Imoto out!

P.S : I apologize if Gamzee seems OOC, but, he's supposed to be like that! It'll be explained later! :D

Wide blue eyes stared up at me as I blocked any chance of escape for the human, well, of course if he used his God Tier powers he could get away rather quickly, but, thankfully, he seemed to have completely forgotten about them.

Ugh! No matter where my attention moved too, I always found myself staring into those eyes again, the gray and yellow of troll eyes was really all I was used to, sure, Dave and Rose were on the asteroid weeks ago, but, that was before I had calmed down.

Then Karkat made the new rules concerning me...

My Moirail, my bro, my best friend... I swallowed the lump rising in my throat, and blinked back the stinging of tears, Karkat was my only friend left, and him and the other trolls were hunting for me like a wild animal!

Gritting my teeth, I didn't even notice I was gripping the club in my hand tightly, or even growling, until the human, John, whimpered. Relaxing immediately, I looked down then placed the club back in my Modus, I had no need for it, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt John, or anybody.

"g-gamzee, i have to um, get back to the others... jade might worry if i don't return soon..." Leaning down lower to the human, I couldn't help but feel a small stab of pain in my chest, there was something about John... Maybe it was the innocence in his eyes, it could be the way he's trembling out of fear, or, perhaps it was something completely different, but there was something there.

It reminded me of motherfuckin Tavros...

'I shouldn't fucking feel this way... It makes me feel like, I'm betraying Tavbro..' There was just this automatic attraction to John, it was so strong, I just didn't understand it.

He shifted uncomfortably, probably because in the time we had been standing here, him trapped between the wall and me, I could hardly take my eyes off of him. Unable to resist, I brought a clawed hand up to his face, cupping his cheek, I lightly ran my thumb across his soft pink skin, a small smile tugging at my lips.

What the fuck was it about him?

"come on... this is, kinda getting awkward..." John's bright, and rather beautiful, blue eyes were trained on the wall, his cheeks turning a deep red, even when a voice in my head screamed 'rust blood', I just ignored it, I didn't want to hurt him...

What even were these motherfuckin feelings?

Just yesterday, I still felt the need to destroy all the fucking low bloods, it wasn't as strong as it was that first night, but it was still there. Now here I was, with a rust blooded human, and, all I wanted to do is protect him.

"t-this really isn't funny anymore!" I could see how uncomfortable he felt with this situation, if it was caused by me in general, I couldn't really tell. "i need to tell- mng!" Tired of his rambling, I shut him up the only way I could think of at the moment. Capturing his lips with mine I felt John go completely still, detaching from the kiss just seconds later, I smirked to find him standing there, looking utterly shocked. His eyes wide, and jaw a little slack.

When his mind came back to him from where ever it was, he looked up at me, his face such a dark red, I wondered if I had faded out for a moment and in that time he had covered his face in paint.

"wh-what was that for?" Shrugging a bit, I moved closer, and grabbed his chin, making him look up completely, it seemed to only succeed in making him even more flustered than he already was.

'Motherfucker, he looks pretty fucking cute like that...'

"YoU wErE jUsT sAyInG tHe SaMe ThInG oVeR aGaIn WiTh DiFfErEnT mOtHeRfUcKiN wOrDs BrO, i HaD tO sHuT yOu Up SoMeHoW..." Giving him my excuse, I started to doubt myself, was that the only reason? At first it seemed like it, but, now that it had come to my thinkpan, my lips were tingling, I guess there was only on way to find out...

This time I cupped both of his cheeks as I leaned down and brought our lips back together, John made a small squeak as his hands flew to my shoulders, where he attempted to push me back, but it was futile.

This time when I pulled my lips away from his, I only moved about, maybe an inch away, I was still close enough to feel his breath on my lips, I still wasn't content, but I didn't kiss him again, in fact, I was waiting for John to hit me or something.

His breath was shaky, he was trembling, and he wasn't looking at me, instead he was staring at the floor.

Shit, what was I thinking?! Humans aren't like trolls when it came to fucking relationships! John proved that to us when he told Karkat he wasn't homosexual... Which he later explained as meaning he didn't like guys... Shit! Shit! Motherfuckin honking shit!

"JoHn... FuCk, BrO i WaSn'T tHiNkInG." Moving to take a step back, I froze as he grabbed onto my shirt, maybe I wasn't the only one that fuckin felt something... Or maybe he really would hit me... Slowly his gaze moved up, but he still wouldn't look me in the eyes, he took a nervous breath and as he spoke, I could see his lips trembling.

"n-no... don't go..."

'Makara!' This new voice screaming at me sounded different than normal, maybe a little more threatening than the one I was used to... Okay, so maybe it was way more threatening than before... 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?!'

"c-could you... well... uh..." He still didn't look at me, his eyes now trained on his feet, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, and the end of his long God Tier hood was tightly clasped in his hands.

"YeAh MoThErFuCkEr? CoUlD i WhAt?" Now his eyes turned up, but he was looking at my through his eyelashes, motherfucker knows how to look fuckin adorable!

"could you... do that again...?" Cocking my head to the side, I looked down at him confused, his cheeks turned red again as he sighed. "well, uh, i mean... what you just... ugh!" Jumping when he suddenly grabbed the collar of my shirt, instinct took over, but before the growl growing my chest had a chance to escape as a threat.

John's lips were against mine.