[Okay, I have never written smut before, so that's why it's terrible. I wasn't even planning on making it happen anyway, but a fellow reader, and friend, begged me to do so, as I am beginning to believe she has a TerezixGamzee fantasy thing. So if you don't like reading poorly written sex plots, don't read this chapter.]

Terezi stood staring at the band. There was a female sea troll, wearing a hideously-coloured outfit, who was playing the keyboard, and another sea troll who looked like a hipster, and was playing some lame purple electric guitar. A broad-shouldered troll with a broken horn was smashing the drums, and a female troll with an eyepatch was playing a bass guitar. A rather unusual-looking troll with four horns and 3-D glasses was managing something that looked like a turntable.

Terezi's gaze was suddenly diverted from the band to the leader; another troll. His hair was messy, he had nubs for horns, and he had on a black t-shirt with a Cancer symbol. He was quite attractive; much more so than the other band members. He then opened his mouth, and his voice, as he sang, rang in Terezi's ears.

Storming down from the sky,

A golden haven doomed to die!

Shining spires and sparkling dreams

Now turn into fevered screams!

The wrath of Noir; the Queen's bane

Consumes the dream with terror's reign!

Prospit dies; go to Derse!

They have dreams; make 'em worse!

Terezi had no idea what his music was about, but she seemed content to watch him. His lyrics continued to spill into her mind, but she didn't take much notice of them. She watched him sing, and she couldn't help but more how handsome he looked. She absently wondered if he might take notice of her somehow.. maybe he would be happy about seeing another troll..

Apparently, however, Terezi wasn't the only one who wanted attention from the band leader. A few yards away from her, there was a group of teenage girls, screaming at him. They pulled their tops off and began waving them like flags.

"Karkat! Karkat! We love you!" they screamed at the leader.

Terezi stared at them, completely disgusted. Her gaze turned back to the leader.. Karkat.. she rolled his name around in her mind. It was a nice name. She noticed that he didn't even take notice of the sluts, and she was subtly smug about it.

Karkat stopped singing; the drummer and the bassist began an amazing duet. Terezi had usually seen only drum or electric solos, but never a drum and bass combo. She listened with interest, but kept her eyes on Karkat. He just clutched the microphone on the stand, and his head was bowed, but his feet were tapping in sync with the drums. He looked up after a few moments into the music, gazing over the crowd. His gaze drifted from place to place, purposefully avoiding the stupid teenagers. His eyes passed over Terezi, taking no notice of her. She became disappointed. She had wanted to be noticed by one of her kind. She leaned forward on the gate, watching him. A security guard for the band walked up to her, frowning.

"Stop leaning on the gate."

"Oh.. s-sorry.."

Terezi stood up straight, leaving her hands holding the railing. Karkat's gaze drifted to the guard, and then his eyes suddenly locked with Terezi's. Her breath caught in her throat, and she stared back. His face took on the expression of slight shock and disbelief, and then suddenly took on a bored look. He broke the gaze and looked back at the crowd, singing again. Terezi's heart sank; he hadn't even seemed interested in her. He probably hung around with other trolls, plus the band. What made her special?

Nothing.

Disappointed and feeling let-down, she began squeezing her way back through the crowds of people, trying to get out. She managed to free the mass of people and began walking back to the tent. She subtly hoped that Gamzee was passed out or gone so she could take a nap on the beanbag chair.

Opening the tent flaps, she saw Gamzee sitting on the beanbag chair, putting weed inside his pipe thing. He tilted his chin upward at her, and then resumed what he was doing. Terezi walked over to the hardwood chair and sat down on it.

"Plans tonight?"

Gamzee gave a half nod, "Yeah, I have a date."

Terezi blinked. She couldn't imagine Gamzee with a girlfriend. She herself would be terrified to go out with him. She figured that he drugged her each time.

"Really..? With who..?"

Gamzee looked at her, smirked, and held up the loaded pipe.

"Oh.." she said, feeling quite stupid. He let out a chuckle, "You wanna hit this shit with me?"

Deciding that she wanted to forget about the troll band, Terezi accepted his invitation. Over the next ten minutes, she and Gamzee passed the bowl between them, smoking it until it was completely gone. Terezi figured she must have had seven or eight hits altogether. Her head felt like someone had pumped molten lead inside it; it was so heavy. She flopped onto the beanbag next to the Capricorn. He moved his arm so it was comfortably underneath her neck.

"You 'kay?" Gamzee mumbled.

"Erh.." Terezi managed to grunt. She wished she could at least speak. She envied Gamzee's stronger "immunity" to the marijuana. She closed her dry eyes and let out a muffled groan. She suddenly felt something against her lips, as if something was resting on them. Cracking open her eyes, she could see hair and face paint in front of her. It took her a few seconds to realize that Gamzee was kissing her. Normally, she would have flipped out at his boldness, but she wasn't in a state to do so. And why would she? She didn't even care. She didn't care about anything right now. That being realized, she kissed him back. Gamzee broke the kiss and leaned back a little, looking Terezi in the eyes. He then let out a "Heh," and grinned, and then he kissed her again. His tongue tantalizingly traced her bottom lip, daring her to open her mouth, which she did. Her tongue met his, which tasted like peach Faygo and marijuana. Kissing could have been in Gamzee's Strife Specibus, for he was well-educated in it. His tongue curved around hers; not in a sloppy way, but enough to make it irresistible.

Terezi moved her arms up and wrapped them loosely behind his neck, willing him closer. Gamzee's lips pressed a little more firmly against hers, and one of his hands went behind her head; his fingers tangling in her hair, bringing her face closer to him. Terezi, too, pushed a hand through Gamzee's hair, pulling slightly. He let out a low groan, and reached behind him, taking ahold of her hands. Wrapping the fingers of one hand around both her wrists, he placed them back down on the beanbag; extending her arms above her head. He kept a firm hold on them as he began kissing her jawline. Terezi let out a small moan as he kissed her. She had never been kissed like that in her entire life.

Gamzee's lips brushed lightly against her neck, teasing her. He would plant small kisses from time to time; something else that Terezi had never experienced. She then felt pressure on the left side of her neck, and then a sort of pain.. a pain that felt wickedly amazing. She realized that Gamzee was biting her neck. He would bite, and then kiss the area that he had bitten. Terezi squirmed a little; it felt wonderful to her. Gamzee seemed to enjoy her response, and he bit harder. She gasped at the pain, but wanted him to do it again. And he knew it. He bit again, and her back arched in response.

Gamzee's free hand was taken from her face down to above her hip, where his fingers slid a few inches underneath her shirt. Seeing as how Terezi didn't complain, he slid his hand up a little; his fingers molding to fit the curve of her waist. His thumb lightly caressed the soft skin, and Terezi sucked in her breath and bit her lip. She was going to go too far. But then again, she didn't care. Gamzee bit her neck again as his hand made its way up past her ribs and underneath her bra. Terezi gasped as his fingers gently played with her breast, for that, too, was a spot untouched by any man.

Gamzee seemed to be fueled by her submissive responses to his actions, and, letting go of her wrists, he had her shirt off in a matter of seconds. He skillfully unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, leaving both of her breasts open to his waiting hands. Unlike what Terezi would have initially thought, if she was sober, Gamzee was very gentle with his movements. He was not rough, and he was not extremely rude. He made sure that she was okay with each action before he progressed. His hands gently squeezed her breasts, and lightly pinched her nipples. Not enough to make her hurt, but enough to where it left her body aching with desire. Gamzee was an expert in foreplay, it seemed. His purple tongue flicked across her nipples, making Terezi moan a little louder. He seemed to enjoy her verbal responses, and he grew a bit more aggressive.

Using both hands, he unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off her hips. After freeing them from her legs, he unfastened his own pants. Terezi practically yanked down his boxers by herself, completely overwhelmed with a burning need that could only be fulfilled by Gamzee himself. He was already fully extended; a little larger than "average" piece of troll anatomy that she had never had before.

Gamzee noted the lust in her bloodshot eyes, and he didn't hesitate to act. Kneeling back down, he gently spread her legs to the sides and began slowly rubbing the tip of his bulge against her own. Terezi moaned again, this time not caring about keeping her vocal volume to a minimum. Gamzee just grinned in response, enjoying being the one in control.

After a few more minutes of antagonizing teasing, he carefully slid his first few inches inside of her. Terezi immediately bit her tongue, groaning. Being her first time, she had no idea what to expect. It hurt, yes, but it felt amazing, too.

"Are you okay?" Gamzee whispered, lightly stroking her cheek with the back of a finger.

Terezi gave a jerky nod, "Uh-huh," she forced out. He nodded in response, and carefully fit the rest of himself deep inside her. He waited until she gave him a confirmation nod, and he began gently thrusting. Terezi bit down on her lip, trying not to cry out. It hurt, and it still felt good. She didn't know whether or not she wanted him to keep going or pull out.

Gamzee's face seemed like one who just found heaven. He looked back down at her, breathing a bit heavily already, "Is.. is this your first time..?"

Terezi nodded again, her heart pounding and skin sweating. Her mouth was dried out from the marijuana, and also from nearly hyperventilating. She wasn't about to speak. Gamzee grinned and pulled her legs over his shoulders, moving his body a bit faster.

"Damn.. you are.. fucking.. tight.." he murmured, closing his eyes. He kept his body moving at a steady rhythm, and Terezi began to feel something building up inside of her. It felt like a ball of sinful pleasure, and it was growing at an incredible fast rate. She felt like she might explode. She knew what was happening, but she didn't want to finish before Gamzee did.

Fortunately for Terezi, Gamzee hadn't been laid in a long time, and he was reaching his peak as well. His breath grew faster, his body rocked her harder, and he began groaning. Terezi reached out and grabbed Gamzee's forearms; her fingernails digging into his skin. Purple blood began tricking over her fingers as she moaned out "Gamzee.. I.. I'm about t-to..."

Gamzee's grip on her legs tightened, "Y-yeah, m-me too... a-ahhh..!"

The instant he pulled out, Terezi felt a jolt of electricity surge through every nerve in her body, jolting her with waves of incredible pleasure. She screamed; not knowing how else to react to the feeling. Her own bulge throbbed as she climaxed, teal liquid squirting over the beanbag. She felt something else warm and wet splash against her stomach, and Gamzee nearly fell on top of her; stopping himself with his arms. Terezi's body shook with a combination of an explosive orgasm and a rush of adrenaline. Gamzee slid a shaking arm underneath her, lifting her up a little and moving her slightly over to the side. He laid down beside her and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her trembling body.

"Jesus.." he whispered, and then fell silent. Terezi tried to catch her breath; breathing through her open mouth. Her eyes closed, and she let out a ragged breath. Her first time was over, and she didn't know what to think about it. As she tried contemplating what had happened, the crash from the adrenaline took over her, as well as the lingering effects of the marijuana. She opened her eyes, looked up at Gamzee, and closed them again. Sleep instantly overtook her.