You shove him against the wall, sweat rolling off your brow, you'd been at it for awhile now and it was getting harder to keep up. He grunts and pushes you back, giving you just a minute to block with your sword before trying to slash your head off with a sickle.
"Getting tired Strider?" he breathed, grinning like he was winning.
"Not on your life" You double around with your sword, making him go on the defensive as you flash step and gain ground, the Texas evening sun pouring down on you two with no remorse.
He takes a step backwards but trips like a doofus, grabbing your shirt and tumbling down with you.
"Ow, fuck. Smooth moves Vantas" you groan, rolling off of him. Closing your eyes for only a second before you feel something hover above your throat.
"I win" you glare at him a moment, his stupid ass king of the universe grin boiling your blood in every good way.
"Fine, let it be known my hot ass has been served" you sigh, putting your hands up in defeat.
"What do I win"
"What do you want?" he has to think for a moment.
"Take off your shades"
"You sure?"
"Yeah"
"Ok better hold onto your panties though, freaky stuff happens when i pop out the optical monsters"
"Shut up and just show me" you make a dramatic scene of slowly sliding your shades off and whipping your hair back like in some product commercial before blinking up at him.
He stares for a minute then nods, looking back towards nothing.
"Ok cool" he says completely calm. What? WHAT? You put your shades back on to help hide the fact that this was supposed to be your big building block moment. He would flip his shit over how cool your eyes were or something, or instantly try and get in your pants, maybe have a feelings jam about how being a kid is hard and no one understands. But no, this guy just brushes it off like its nothing. You can't tolerate that.
"So you're not freaked out at all?"
"Why should I be?"
"Uh, hello? Freaky red eyed attractive kid over here, at least ask if I'm a vampire or some shit"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Nothing" you hang your head in defeat.
"Anyways since that was a lame prize how about you make me a sandwich or something instead"
"Why you little-" you reach around to joke him and the next minute you're back to trying to stab each other in the gut like regular boys. Kinda
After tiring yourselves out to the point of demanding hunger, you stand in front of the open fridge. Your hip and back are pressed against the onslaught of shitty swords trying to tumble out, while your other hand is scooting around trying not to get cut and find the food inside of it at the same time.
"Um, should I ask?" he raises an eyebrow, thumbs in his pants pockets.
"No, it's kinda stupid" he proceeded to look around the apartment, he had been coming over for awhile now but the place was always in a constant state of some weird metamorphosis.
You manage to focus on the fridge and grab a bag of chips (why was that in the fridge?) and a thing of apple nectar. As soon as you look back Karkat is reaching down to pick up a smuppet and you just about flip your shit.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" he jumps like a deer in headlights.
"What the fuck is this thing?"
"It's not important, just don't like, touch it. Or if you do wash your hands afterwards- wait no nevermind just, just sit on the couch" you close the fridge and try to not sound pushy, you just really don't want your boyfriend touching your brothers sex toys.
You plop next to him and put the food on the coffee table, which has been used for practically everything else except coffee.
"What lame ass show are we watching?"
"How about RuPaul?"
"What's that?"
Thirty minutes of sassy drag queens later you have Karkat ranting at the TV hollering about how "WHY THE FUCKING HELL AREN'T THEY UNLEASHING A ROYAL CAN OF HAIRSPRAY WHOOPASS ON THIS ANNOYING HOE?" you'd like to pretend you didn't hear half of it but it gets too hilarious to tune out sometimes, in the end you start paying more attention to his rambling commentary than the actual show. Which you we're only watching ironically of course, you'd never admit to loving every second of it or watching it religiously. Never.
You reach over him to grab the some of the chips he's hoarding. Instantly he moves farther away keeping them out of your reach. So of course you go on the offensive and practically smother him ever so many pounds of awesome Strider. He's muffled yelling into your chest as you try to reach for the chips again, then you feel teeth on your shoulder and he bites you. He fucking bites you.
Your hands shoot down to his sides and you pull your self off him just enough to where he stops from drawing blood. You smirk. He smirks. Then he brings his knees to your chest in an attempt to throw you off but you grab both his legs with one arm and pin him to the couch. The other arm grabbing onto his at once and wrestling with it halfway off the couch.
"Fuckass"
"Dwarf stink"
"That doesn't make any sense"
"Stop talking" you shove your face against his, catching onto his lips and working your mouth over his rapidly, still in a state of struggle with your limbs but neither of you are paying much attention. He opens his mouth without you having to indicate. His tongue is hot and soft against yours as you explore his mouth.
His legs get free of your grasp and they wrap themselves around you, pulling you in closer. You use your now free hand to get under him, pushing him up a bit, then with your other hand you run it down his side.
He shivers in your mouth and its just about the hottest thing you've ever felt. A strand of saliva drips down your chin, it's no surprise, you aren't exactly being the neatest. One of his hands finds your head and pushes you down harder against him, you aren't upset in the least. You can hardly get enough of his taste, and breathing is by far the most optional thing at this point.
Your body begins moving on its own. You press your body closer onto Karkat, accidentally grinding onto him, earning a gasp from him and a choked breath from you, neither of which you thought was possible to do while tongue fighting, but hey it looks like you really do learn something new everyday.
It's like someone broke a glass, the two of you instantly know what to do and what you want, you passed the awkward threshold and now you're ready to reap the benefits.
You grind against him harder, pressing onto him, the hand that was on his side is now under his shirt, you're dragging your nails down his chest mindlessly. He's practically ripping holes into your shirt with his nails, pressing your closer onto him and grinding against you in turn, creating a rhythm that was leaving you both breathless and flushed. You want him everywhere, you want to feel him under your nails, his skin against yours, you want to hear the sounds that would dare to escape his throat, you want to taste every part of him, and most of all you want to hear him panting your name, helpless and needy, you being the only thing on his mind.
And then somehow through it all you hear a key being put into the door. He shoots out faster than you thought possible. He's in your room in a clear second. You splay yourself out on the couch and throw a blanket over you to help hide the seemingly obvious party going on in your pants. Then the door opens.
"Sup" Bro says, throwing some keys onto the counter.
"Nothing much" you say with a yawn, stretching. A normal lazy teenager by all means. He doesn't really bother saying anything else, just goes to the fridge to get a beer, flash stepping to grab it without all the swords falling out, then closing it like there was no effort involved at all.
"One of these days we are going to have to actually keep food in there" you sigh, getting up and walking towards your room, keeping your back to him.
"There's plenty of food in there, you're just bad at getting to it" he sits down onto the couch and changes it to something ironic. Closing the door behind you, you finally let out a sigh of relief, calming yourself down enough to be able to not have an awkward boner.
Karkat peeks from out of your closet, you motion for him to come out. He does but can't look at you, he's rubbing his arm awkwardly. You aren't quite sure what to say, the entire mood just took a detour from sexy straight into hopelessly uncomfortable.
"I'm going back to school tomorrow" you say, sitting at your desk chair while he looks at your turntables suspiciously.
"Your suspensions finally up?"
"Yeah. How have people been at school?"
"They stopped talking about the fight that much. Practically every sports team is out for your blood though"
"Have they been giving you any trouble?"
"I can take care of myself you know" he snapped, irritation in his voice. You aren't minded by it, you know he's probably thinking you're going to come back only to beat up another kid and then get your ass handed to you by a group of linebackers. "Sorry" he mutters, "I should probably get going" he opens your window and slides into the fire escape.
"Sure you don't want me to walk you back?" you poke your head out the window, hands resting on the sill.
"Yeah I'm fine" he starts going down but you grab a handful of his shirt and pull him back just enough to plant a little vanilla kiss on his forehead. He blinks in surprise and hesitates a moment. Just as you're about to say by he takes you by the collar of your shirt and kisses you like from before, with all the rough passion that clogged your mind just a few minutes ago. Then he takes off down the stairs without another word, leaving you smirking with his taste still on your lips.