Chapter Two

TG: so vantas, i have a question

TG: how do trolls have sex? i mean, do they have actual dicks? or is it like some tentacle thing?

TG: cause that'd be pretty hot.

TG: this would be useful information in case one day, we'd experience the passionate, fulfilling of desired intimacy.

TG: in other words… we'd fuck all night.

TG: anyway... how is sex fulfilled with alien dicks?

CG: …

CG: I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.

Of one thing that Dave was positive… He never expected the small horned troll to end up at his door… After three fucking years of not communicating. Of course, Dave had to keep his cool on both occasions of him leaving and Karkat magically appearing at his apartment. His poker face façade must not be blown… At all.

Dave was sure that the day he was separated from the trolls was the worst day of his life. When they had finally created their perfect world... Something went wrong. And it was to where the trolls could not come with them. They had to build their own fucking planet. And it would be most likely that they would never see the humans again. 'And after all this time…' Dave had thought, 'we still lost to fate.'

Dave had tried over the three years to contact Karkat, but he was nowhere on Pesterchum. None of the trolls were there. Not Terezi, Tavros… nobody. It was as if they disappeared from life. Dave had even had a panic attack, thinking they were all dead. It was the day that he realized that there was no use trying… The trolls were in their perfect world, and they were in theirs. Dave still had his bro, and John still had his dad. It was all perfect in his friends' eyes. But to the younger Strider? It was an endless torture without Karkat.

Sure, the troll was stubborn… And grumpy… And downright insufferable… But Dave had fallen for the stupid, romcom-loving fuckass. And as much as Strider hated to admit it… He and Karkat were all in the same. They both had a secret that they hated. Karkat was a mutant troll, with his bright red blood color. And Dave had his pathetic and shameful red eyes. Fuck, he hated his eyes. Anyway, he and Karkat had a connection that really couldn't be described… At first, it was just pure hate for each other… Then it was being acquaintances… Then… Something happened. It was as if something had grown inside the human, and Karkat as well. Despite their differences, they knew that they needed each other. They needed to know that they weren't the only un normal ones. And that, friends, is what drew them together.

And Dave was more than thrilled to see the Cancer at his door, in his hall, at his apartment. Even though he was bloody, bruised, and broken, Karkat was still beautiful (-cough- to Dave -cough-).

When the troll had fainted, Dave didn't panic (on the outside), seeing as the troll looked tired and weak in the first place. Inside, though, a million questions were running through the human's mind.

'What the fuck happened? Why is he here? Is Bec still out there? Did he come alone? Is whoever did this coming to Earth next? And why am I getting so freaked about this?'

Dave picked up Karkat and brought him inside, kicking the door closed as he did. He carried the troll into his room and set him on the bed.

'Well… I guess I should fix him up…'

So the Strider got to work, undressing the troll down to his boxers, and ran for the first aid kit.

Suffice to say, it looked like Karkat was used for a troll punching bag. There were long gashes going down his body—which would need to be stitched up. Half of his right horn was torn off, and there was a lot of blood and bruises. Dave's stomach churned at the sight of his alien boyfriend.

"Oh, Vantas. What the fuck happened?" Dave murmured, putting rubbing alcohol on the cuts. The troll twitched some, which was a good sign. "At least you aren't dead…"

Because of his many strifes with bro, and getting many cuts, Dave knew how to stitch someone up. If he had had to go to the emergency room—continuously—for cuts from strifing, bro would probably have been put in jail for child abuse. So it was handy to know about medical procedures.

Once Dave finished threading Karkat's wounds closed, he put anti bacterial on them, and put a bandage over the finished products. He sighed and cleaned up the mess that he had made. There were a few blood stains and dirt on the sheets, but Strider really didn't mind. All that mattered was making sure that the troll was all right (And that this wasn't a dream). He ran his fingers through the troll's hair, sighing as he did. Dave slowly kissed Karkat's forehead, and pulled the covers over the troll's body. He sat down on the bed, next to Karkat, and held his hand.

A small tear made its way down Dave's face.

"I missed you," the human whispered, holding onto the troll.

And this time, he wouldn't let go.