Chapter 4

They sat down together, awkwardly. Dave put on the small TV in his room and started to take out his gaming system but as soon as he leaned over to hand Karkat the control he looked down at the troll's limp wrist and silently put the controller on the floor.

"You expect me to play with my toes, assfuck?" Karkat scowled at his friend, the warm feeling just moments before was gone, cleared away with his cranky personality.

"You'd loose anyways." Dave couldn't help but grin, now Dave, Dave still had the warm feeling inside of him. But he refused to show it unless Karkat would so a little bit of it, just so Dave could stop being insecure.

Dave knew exactly what these feelings were but he wasn't sure the troll knew what they were. The thought of being with Kar wasn't all that frightening, in fact it was interesting, exciting even.

"Fuck you too, you cretinous shitsponge!" He shouted.

The boy with the shades only grinned and picked up the remote, turning off the console and handed the remote to Karkat in his healthy hand. He left the room for a moment, allowing the troll to flick through the channels, and went downstairs to the kitchen. John and Rose were playing a co-op game, looked pretty stupid to Dave, and didn't notice as he took out a can of soup.

"How's the bro?" Gamzee, who was sitting in the kitchen table with Tavros.

"Uh, Hi Dave." Tavros greeted the blond boy with a timid smile.

"Sup," Dave nodded to Tav and turned his gaze toward Gamzee, "He's watching TV upstairs."

"You know Dave," Tav pulled at his hair, fixing the little mohawk, "Karkat was, um, angry that...you didn't come to visit."

"I figured that much out." He opened the can of soup and poured it into a bowl, setting it in the microwave for a few minutes. The blond sat down between the two trolls and kicked his feet up on the table, relaxing.

"Is he still motherfucking angry at you?" Gamzee asked, eyebrow rising under the paint of his makeup.

"You don't hear him shouting for me right now, do you?" Dave asked, lifting up his shades a little to meet Gamzee's gaze.

"Motherfucking miracles, I knew it." The tall troll grinned and began to drink his Faygo, Tavros looked at Dave a moment longer before dodging his gaze, "Hey Tav, you wanna go see the motherfucking movie with the green guy?"

"Pupa pan?" He asked, eyes brightening at the idea.

"Yeah, that bro." He got up, stretching himself, arms above the head with his shirt pushing up a little to show a thin, lanky body, "Get Nep and the other sister."

"No Equius?" Tav rolled out of the table with his wheelchair.

"The bro doesn't like Pupa Pan," Gamzee shook his head.

"Uh, ok." The large horned troll allowed himself to be wheeled out by his taller companion, "Let's, uh, get Nepeta and Rose then."

Just as they left the microwave gave a ding. Dave got up from his spot and took the warm bowl of soul out and walked into the living room where Gamzee was talking John into coming with them to see the movie. He grabbed a dark blue cashmere blanket off from the couch and walked up the stairs.

"Dave!" John called out to his best friend. Dave turned. "You coming to the movies?"

"Nah, gotta watch the rag doll." Dave said with a grin and walked up the remaining flight of stairs. He opened the door and found Karkat lying awkwardly on his side, the bruises obviously hurting him but he refused to get out of his semi-comforting position.

"Are you going to see Pupa Pan with them?" Karkat asked, turning his head to look at Dave.

"Are you planning to go?" Dave asked, kicking the door shut behind him. He pushed Karkat gently into a sitting position and handed him the soup.

"Why the fuck should I go?" The troll's cranky personality now in full flight, "I don't need my eyes and ears to be in pain as well."

"Pupa pan is the shit," The blond unfolded the blanket and draped it gently around Karkat's shoulders, "You apologize right fucking now."

"To who? You?" Karkat didn't notice how close they were to each other now, he focused more on balancing his soup on his folded legs while trying to get a spoonful of it with only one hand. "Pupa pan is a shitty movie, the plot doesn't even make any fucking sense!"

Dave didn't argue this time. Instead he took the bowl from Karkat's hands and took the spoon out of his mouth, a little driblet of soup splashed onto Kar's open skin. He let out a shocked cry and glared daggers at his friend. That's when he looked around and saw the blanket over their heads, the only light getting into their little bubble was the glare of the TV. Dave raised an eyebrow, waiting for Kar's next reaction.

"Give me the fucking soup, asscactus." He snapped.

This wasn't the reaction Dave imagined. He expected for of a "Why the fuck is there a blanket over my head?" or "Who the fuck said we could be this close?" But it was something Dave could work with.

"Apologize." Dave said low, reaching behind him for a clean tissue.

"For what?!" Karkat shouted angrily.

There came a knock on the door. Luckily no one stepped inside to see the odd little scene.

"Karkat, would you like to come with us to see Pupa Pan?" Rose asked from the other side of the door.

"Why the fuck would I want to see that shitty movie?!" He yelled back at her.

"Very well. Dave, are you coming?" She was unaffected by Karkat's outburst.

"Someone needs to take care of this assmuffin." Dave answered, gaining a series of swears from the short, hotheaded troll.

"Very well. I left dinner on the table for you both. Expect us to be back by midnight or later." She walked away from the door, not waiting for a response.

Karkat turned to Dave, the blanket sliding off his head but hanging by one of his little nubby horns, making half his face dissapear underneath the cashmere blanket. Dave took the opportunity to dab the napkin at the soup stain on Karkat's neck, he tossed the tissue into the trash and held up a spoonful of soup, a tiny noodle hanging off the edge of the metal utensil.

"We both know you can't feed yourself here, so apologize and I'll feed you." Dave said cooly. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a demand.

"Make me, fucksack." He snapped and started to shove the blanket away from him.

Dave, a little annoyed at Kar's stubborn headed thinking, snatched the blanket from the troll's hand and yanked it back over his head. Kar gave a little cry of surprise that was quickly cut short by the spoon entering his mouth, releasing a spoonful of hot soup onto his tongue, burning his mouth. Karkat couldn't read Dave's face, his shades taking up most of it, and swallowed the spoonful. He tugged his head back and let out a breath of air from between his lips.

Dave could feel Kar's breath, realizing he stepped a little too far over the line a little too quickly. Dave wasn't patient, he was cool headed and rarely angered, but not patient. Not letting go of his hold on the blanket against Kar's head he looked down to scoop up another spoonful of soup, he ate that bite and took another one, raising it up to Karkat.

"You ate my soup." Karkat mumbled, his gaze going toward the spoon and then back toward Dave, his lips were still parted as giving Dave permission to do what he wanted.

"I'm hungry." Dave's voice was cool and calm.

"There's dinner downstairs, get your own." Karkat reached for the bowl of soup with his hand. Dave only had the move the soup bowl back, Karkat and his hard head didn't realize he was getting closer and closer to Dave was he did so.

As soon as his nose bumped into Dave's soft flesh he froze, his shoulder was burning at the pain of his position and he dropped his weight onto Dave's slightly.

"Pick me up." Karkat said, so softly Dave almost didn't catch his words.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"I can't get up, I'll move it." The troll said numbly, he feared any movement would cause his shoulder to move against the broken parts.

"Then stay like that." Dave said, his attraction for the troll gnawing away at his morals. The blond boy took a spoonful of the soup and pressed it against Karkat's lips.

Kar, not wanting Dave to move, opened his mouth and let Dave spoon feed him until the bowl was empty. As Karkat swallowed the last bit of soup he felt Dave shift, there was a slight shudder of pain that ran down his shoulder making Karkat freeze in fear.

"Dave, don't move." Karkat warned, "Please."

"What do you suggest I do then?" Dave asked, pausing his movements, "It's ten and I'm pretty fucking tired. I can't stay up like this all night."

"Pick me up," His voice was still soft, a level of calm Dave didn't even know the troll possessed, "I ate the soup...fucktard. You had your fun. Pick me up."

Dave was silent at that, realizing the troll knew more about his emotions that he first thought, and pressed a finger to Karkat's chest, his other hand positioned under his ribs. In a few seconds Karkat was back to a sitting position, breathing a sigh of relief. Dave's hands were still on Kar.

"I'm still hungry." Kar said quietly.

"Yeah, me too." Dave took the crappy pick up line and made his move. He was impatient, to Dave there was no reason to wait any longer. He knew there was an attraction between them and he wasn't just going to let it rot away.

Karkat leaned back in surprise, Dave got up on his knees, bringing the blanket up with him. His foot switched the TV off and they were in utter darkness now. Karkat couldn't see where Dave was anymore, only that he was coming closer to him, far too close for comfort. He reclined his head back and felt Dave on him, rough skin against his untrained lips. Kar felt the blanket engulf them completely, now that Dave had his knees on either side of Kar, purposefully closing the blanket shut with his free hand.

Dave slowly led Karkat onto the floor, roughly feeling up against him in his hungry advance for dominance. Kar felt his tongue get bit, his lips bleed at Dave's rough advances and, not to anyone's surprise, his bulge get tight against his pants. Kar gave a little moan as Dave pulled away from him for just the moment, taking the time to focus on his blind hand, which was curving its way down Karkat's bruised body.

Little shivers of pain rippled up Karkat's sides as Dave pressed a little too roughly once or twice, as soon as he felt cold fingers against the waistband of his night pant he let out a stuttered plea.

"Dave, no." Karkat managed to say, taking his free hand and grasping Dave's wrist. Dave gave out a low growl in protest and leaned down close to Kar, breathing against his cheeks. The troll could tell Dave was as much of a mess as he was, except Dave knew exactly what he was doing and Karkat had only the smallest idea.

"No." Karkat said again, feeling Dave's fingers pull at the waistband again. He felt Dave's breath leave his face and move down the length of his body. "Dave."

Kar wanted it badly. That was the truth of it. But he thought he had to wait. Like in those stupid romance flicks he sometimes watched with Rose. Karkat thought there was a certain number of days he had to know a body before he could really know the body. Dave had something else in mind.

Karkat gave a little gurgle of pleasure, despite the pain in his battered body as he felt Dave bite hard against his skin, his breath just over his bulge. And then...

Gone.

Dave was gone, leaving him flushed and ready for action that wouldn't come this night.

"Fuckass..." Karkat swore, the heated feelings against his body pained him as much as his bruises did.

"I'm hungry." Dave said, switching the TV back on and crossing the room to turn on the lights, "I'm gunna get some dinner. I'll bring some back up."

"Stupid fuckjam, come back here and-" Karkat stopped short, unable to find the words for his feeling. He knew only Dave could...stop him from feeling whatever he was feeling right now.

"And what?" Dave asked curiously, holding onto the doorknob.

"Sit down next to me." Karkat demanded. That was a start. Getting Dave back closer to him.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be back up in a minute," Dave wiped his lips of blood from the little bite Karkat gave him, attempting to following whatever Dave was doing with him.

Karkat let out an frustrated shout and lay streched out on the floor, the blanket laid out around him. His pants were lowered from Dave's fake advances and his shirt up to the middle of his stomach, showing how thin the troll was.

Dave only smiled and left the room.

Karkat was all his.