He just laid there creating twin candy red puddles, as his best friend force drugged him, probably so he could kill him easier.

Karkat started feeling the effect around the forth mouthful. At first it was just his mussels relaxing and heart slowing down. His tears stopped flowing and he stopped resisting the sopor. It wasn't really that bad; it actually felt nice, being so relaxed. So what if Gamzee had gone crazy? They were still morials. Gamzee wouldn't hurt him; Karkat was stupid to think he would. The sopor kept coming and around… the 8th? 9th? Karkat wasn't sure… but eventually he started gently sucking on Gamzee's fingers, getting all the sopor off them.

Gamzee chuckled, "that should be enough". Karkat whinnied. "GamZEE, Huh? WAiT. JUsst-umm… One-ONe more UUHh… MMOre Yeah! P-p-Please? Just Just… One moRE- MORE." Gamzee laughed deep and throaty. He pulled off of Karkat leaving him dazed on the floor. "YOU WANT SOME MOTHERFUCKING MORE?" Karkat nodded. "maybe if your good, BUT YOU HAVE TO BE REALLY MOTHERFUCING GOOD! you think you can handle that?" Karkat nodded again swaying. "yYeah, I-I-i cAN HAndLe IT. I PROmIce.

Gamzee smirked at Karkat, sprawled out under him, promising him anything he wanted. Gog he had wanted this for a long time. "ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKER" Gamzee lifted Karkat up and carried him bride style to his block, while Karkat mumbled high drabbles of uninteresting colors and moving walls.