A soft groan rose from John's throat as his hazy blue eyes reopened. His gaze was slightly unfocused and he clenched his eyes shut again for a moment. "My head," he mumbled before his hands pulled slightly at the rope holding them above his head and his eyes shot open, suddenly wide and alert. Immediately, Dave sealed a hand over John's mouth, preventing any surprised shouts. "…!" John stared up at his friend for a moment before his gaze moved back to his body and he tested the ropes, pulling at each wrist and ankle in succession.

"Heh heh. You could say you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or… perhaps, friends with the wrong person," Dave leaned to the side slightly as his gaze slid over to Karkat, who was glaring darkly back at him. "If you care for your own safety, stay quiet and watch," Dave said, removing his hand from John's mouth. The black haired boy looked anxious, but he didn't say anything and Dave stroked his cheek lightly. "Good boy," he murmured, before he rose from the bed.

Dave returned to Karkat's side, sinking down onto the mattress next to the livid troll. "Don't look so angry. Or would you prefer I give John the first turn?" Not bothering to wait to for any response, Strider raked his nails over Karkat's bare chest and down his abdomen, until he sunk it between the troll's legs. Karkat's body instantly stiffened and he grit his teeth as Dave's fingers ghosted over his bulge, which began to entwine around them of its own accord.

"I never understood how trolls can enjoy being touched by someone they hate. Does this turn you on?" Dave teased lightly as his other hand joined the first, one finger sliding over the slippery redness of Karkat's nook before he pushed it inside. The troll's reaction was instantaneous and his body tensed up as he gasped around the rope, tossing his head back. Dark eyes cast to the side caught sight of John who was watching curiously and he forced his head to the other side, face burning with shame.

"Dave," John's soft voice rose from the other bed and the blonde grimaced in annoyance as he paused in his antics for a moment.

"…Yes, John?" he asked, squeezing Karkat's bulge, causing the troll to squirm.

"I don't think he likes that very much," John stated, earning him a look of surprise from Karkat. Why was John speaking up for him? Maybe he just didn't take Dave's threats seriously? Or was he actually concerned?

Dave, meanwhile, seemed more annoyed than amused that John was deciding to speak up. "That's kind of the point," he responded, hand tightening even more around Karkat's bulge, forcing a small whimper of pain from the troll's throat as Karkat twisted around in any attempt to escape the unwanted touch. "Besides, they like it. Unlike us, these fucking trolls love being treated this way."

"That doesn't mean they want to be touched against their will!" John retorted, raising his voice.

In one swift movement, Dave had stood and slapped John across the face. "That's exactly what it means, John." His hand tightened around John's throat when the Heir opened it to speak again. "Shut up. Or I will make you." Strider's sunglasses hid his eyes but his words were harsh. The Knight of Time had probably expected John to lie down and submissively allow him to do as he pleased.

That wasn't the case by any means.

A swirl of wind picked up in a flair and John's hair whipped around his face angrily as his blue eyes glared up at his best friend. Growling, Dave pulled out his sword, knowing exactly what John was about to do, but the Knight was met with a surge of air that threw him back, over his own bed where Karkat was bound, and through the closet door, where he collapsed and a pile of clothes subsequently fell on top of him, in addition to the broken closet doors.

"Dave!" John exclaimed with worry, apparently shocked at what he'd just done.

"Feh, fine. Is that how you want to play it?" Dave growled, throwing the clothes off of him in a huff as he stood up, his sword gripped tightly in one hand.

"Fuckers, don't fight with me in the middle," Karkat thought to himself, rolling his eyes as Dave jumped back over the bed, sword held high. But still, he couldn't deny that he was worried for John. How could the Heir fight while he was tied up? And naked, not that that had anything to do with it but… yes. Karkat risked another glance at his secret crush.

Wind was swirling around John's bed but the bucktoothed idiot was more concerned than he was angry. "Dave, please stop! I don't want to hurt you," he called as the angry blonde charged him, only to be blown backward a few paces and stopped in his tracks.

"Idiot," Dave retorted. "We can't die. Or did you forget? We're Gods. We can hurt each other as much as we want."

Well, Karkat wondered if either of their actions were so severe that Dave would qualify for a Just death and John would qualify for a Heroic one. Probably not, since they only seemed to be fighting over him… or maybe just squabbling. But from Karkat's point of view, Dave's death would certainly be just and John's, while perhaps not heroic, would be devastating, whether John actually stayed dead or not.

"But even if we can't die… he can," Dave said, smirking as he pointed his sword back over his shoulder to Karkat, whose eyes widened when he suddenly realized he had a blade to his throat.

"What the actual hell," Karkat thought angrily as he glared up the long (but broken) blade of a second Dave Strider, who smirked down at him but lifted his sunglasses for just a second to wink at him, to his surprise. What was Strider playing at?

Instantly, the wind dissipated and John settled for glaring up at Dave instead in a way that was abso-fuckingly-lutely adorable and agh, why did he look so cute? And why did Karkat have the spare thoughts at the moment to think such inane things when he had a blade to his neck? Honestly though, not like he could do much more than think, bound and gagged as he was. Ugh, this was getting old quick. "Stupid nublicker. If your goal is to torture me or kill me or whatever fucking thing, you're only succeeding in murdering me with boredom," Karkat thought to himself, not that he was especially eager for Dave to start spicing things up.

"Look, John, the only reason I left you ungagged was so that I could torture Karkat with your words… But I'm sure that even if you are gagged, I can squeeze enough noises out of you to torment him so if you like being able to speak, think a little before spewing the first idiotic thing that leaps into your mind," Dave warned as he sheathed his sword and brushed his blonde hair back over his face, smoothing it out again. John's hair, too, was messy from the wind, but it was a look that suited him.

"Now, can I finally get down to business or do you have any other brilliant interventions in mind?" Dave teased as he leaned over his fellow human. And though Karkat was suspicious of the Strider still holding a blade to his own throat, his narrowed eyes were glued to the original Dave as he leaned over John and gripped his chin tightly in one hand. John gave a muffled squeak as Dave's lips closed over his own.

Karkat, too, jumped angrily, yanking on his bonds with renewed vigor and succeeded only in accidently cutting himself against future Dave's sword. "Now, now," future Dave said quietly as he removed his sword from the troll's throat and wiped the candy red blood off on the bed sheet.

A startled cry of pain pulled Karkat's attention back to the humans and he saw Dave standing over John with a hand over his mouth. When he pulled his hand back, the troll could see a hint of red blood there. John had bitten him.

"That was naughty, John. Don't make me punish you," He said, reaching for his sword again.

Dave's hand paused when John spoke up yet again. "Why?! Why are you doing this, Dave?" John questioned, his voice pleading. Clearly, he hadn't yet given up on Dave, nor had he stopped worrying about just what was going on.

"Hm… do you really want to know?" Dave responded. And even though Karkat couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses, he knew that Dave's gaze had slyly shifted over to him and he was smirking at him with that smug expression. As outraged as that self-satisfied fucking face made him, Karkat still felt the blood drain from his face in apprehension. Whatever Dave said, whether it was the truth or a lie, he just knew it would be some attempt to get John to hate him and… what if it succeeded?

Hi again, everyone! Thank you so much for your feedback for my first chapter. I have a vague idea where I'm going with this story but having your support definitely helps with my motivation! As promised, I will respond to your reviews here, thanks again for giving them!

Gazate Vantas:

Thank you so much for liking this story as well as my other one. You are so adorable with all of your enthusiasm. I really hope this chapter was everything you were hoping for.

HoookahBird:

Hehehe. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

SilverwingedSeraphim:

Did you think of something similar? Im not too surprised since it's a relatively unoriginal idea (Dave x Karkat x John, bondage), but still, if you ever have any ideas to submit, I'd love to hear them! I have a vague semi-story but beyond that, I don't have too much planned out at this time.