GAMKAR SMUT! Y0u have been warned. 0_0

Karkat sighed softly into Gamzee's chest as the highblood lay next to him, arms wrapped around his small body. He was asleep, the highblood that is, and was quiet. He must have been exhausted. He had spent quite a while torturing the Heiress. He was not certain what he had done, but he knew that Feferi must be hurting. Taking a deep breath, Karkat began to ease out of his arms. It was not an easy task; Gamzee was very clingy in his sleep. Since the lowblood had been pushed into a relationship, Gamzee had been sleeping next to him each night regardless of whether or not they had pailed. To his relief the two had not, if they had he would have fallen asleep.

He exhaled softly as he retreated to the end of the bed. Gamzee squirmed a bit in his sleep against the red and grey blankets, as they were in Karkat's room. Gamzee had missed dinner, and since the mutant blood was not allowed to leave the room dinner had been taken up to him. He had a few bites before packing it away. He had a few containers in his room that could hold perishable food, despite not being made for that. He packed away a First Aid as well. He reached under his bed and pulled out the satchel he had filled, he had to get going. He stood at the end of the bed for a moment, watching Gamzee and making sure that he wasn't about to wake up. When the Subjugglator didn't move he turned to the door and hastily exited. He made way to the cellar, careful of any of the day guards. They were mainly posted outside, since so few trolls could tolerate the sunlight, even with the special eye-visors that Zahhak constructed. It was a burning light that could blind a troll with exposed to long enough. He made a stop by the kitchen as well, to get some a few rolls of bread and fruit, things that could be eaten without must of a mess. What he had in his backpack at the moment were two canteens with fresh water, a jar of spaghetti with some sort of creamed spinach in the noodles, and petite, seasoned spuds with their skin still on. He would not be able to bring food all day tomorrow, so he had to be certain to give the prisoners enough. Luckily no one walked in, or even passed him, surprisingly, on his way to the cellar. Crawling through the crack in the wall was not easy if a pack on his back. He had to crawl and pull it with his leg, looking back every now and then to make sure that it was in tact and nothing had plopped out.

Once he reached the drainage pipe he pushed his hands up against the pipe cover. It took more mental fortitude this time but he managed to slide it off. He then pushed the backpack over the edge so it was on the floor and pulled himself through. He heard crying. It must've been Feferi; she would be in pain after being tortured by Gamzee. He approached the cell quietly, violet eyes glared at him. Their eyesight in the dark was quite excellent, so it was not hard to see that it was Karkat. No wait, that wasn't a glare, he was squinting. He appeared to have been crying, but not for himself, for Feferi. Her head lied in his lap as she held the other side of her, smudges of purple-pink blood stained her hand and the side of her head.

"Wwhat are you doin here?" Eridan strained, angry voice started, "Havven't you done enough?"

"Shut up," Karkat whispered spitefully as he sat down in front of the cell, opening the back pack. The containers were small enough to be passed through the bars, "You did this to yourself you dumb shit. What the fuck were you thinking, jumping on Gamzee like that? That's a fucking suicide mission fuckass."

"A course you'd defend that psycho," Eridan rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeh, like I'm here on my own accord," Karkat started derisively, mainly toward himself, "Oh yeh, a mutant blood such as myself is here allowing himself to be fucked over and over again by a psychopathic highblood and agrees with everything he is doing. Oh yeh, I am so here of my accord,"

Eridan frowned, "Sorry…"

"Oh…" Feferi moaned softly in pain, trying to drown out any sound. She had a horrible headache from what Gamzee did to her earlier, "Please, stop talking…"

Karkat sighed, "Sorry, but we're gonna end up talking anyways,"

"Wwhat you got there?" Eridan asked as Karkat began sliding containers through the bars.

"Food, what the fuck does it look like to you?" Karkat rolled his eyes, pushing a small bag of fruit and the canteens through the bars. Eridan smiled brightly, looking down at his moirail.

"Hear that Fef, Kar brought us somefin to eat," he smiled, helping her sit up with his useful arm. She still held onto her left ear.

"I'm feeling too nauseous to eat right now," she frowned, swaying a bit from how dizzy she felt. Eridan frowned as well, turning his attention back to Karkat.

"I don't suppose you got a First Aid in there?" he asked.

"What the fuck do you think?" Karkat pulled it out of the satchel, "Of course I brought one. Come here Feferi; let me take a look at your wounds,"

Feferi nodded, sitting up. Eridan helped her against the bars as she crawled over to Karkat as much as he could. It appeared his right arm was limp, possibly dislocated from the fight with Gamzee. Karkat would have to fix that once he took care of Feferi. She allowed him to examine her ear. Gamzee had cut out most of the fin between the bones that spiked a tad past the thin skin. It appeared to have been done so with a dull knife, since the lacerated flesh did not have an even pattern to each slice of severed skin. Sighing, Karkat opened the First Aid and removed a bottle of pills. He popped two pills out of the bottle before putting it back in the kit.

"Here," Karkat told her, "Take these, they'll prevent infection and relieve your pain,"

She nodded, putting the pills in her mouth before taking a sip of water out of one of the canteens. She then allowed Karkat to clean her wounds out, which stung horribly. These fins were rather sensitive and were used as a sensory tool under the water. The painkiller began to set in shortly after he began cleaning out the wound, much to both of their relief. Eridan just sat there, watching and letting Feferi squeeze his hand as the mutant blood cleaned her wound.

"I'd love to wrap it," Karkat frowned, "But I don't think that's wise…They'll see it and know something's up if I use gauze,"

"Here," Eridan took his cape and began to tear at the silk using his teeth, as his other hand was not of use.

"Eridan, not your cape," Feferi frowned, "You love that thing,"

"Not as much as I care about your health Fef," he cupped her cheek lovingly, "I don't wwant that wwound to get infected,"

She gave him a soft smile, giving him a gentle hug before he began to hand Karkat shreds of his cape. He managed to wrap the wound in such a manner that any medical tape he applied could not be seen, but it would keep the wound from getting infected. He laced the inside of the cloth with an anti-bacterial cream. It was not scented, which made it ideal in this case. They all took a moment to look at each other; Eridan especially had a tender look in his eyes that he projected on both Feferi and Karkat. It was beginning to feel awkward.

He remembered that the violet-blooded troll had attained an injury, "Eridan, your arm,"

The highblood rubbed his right shoulder, "It's dislocated, not much to do about it,"

"Terezi once dislocated her arm," Karkat pushed his arms past the bars, "If you come closer I can relocate it,"

The violet-blood seemed reluctant for a moment. He and his moirail had attempted to relocate his arm, but it had been fruitless. She had been in too much pain to do so, and they both were relatively weak. Not to mention that neither of them really knew how to relocate limbs into their sockets. He supposed if the lowblood did have experience in doing so, and by looking at the work he did on Feferi's ear, he felt he could trust the mutant. He allowed him to take a hold of his lower, upper-arm and shoulder, the warmth pulsing through his veins providing quite a bit of comfort, before in one swift motion he relocated his arm. Feferi covered his mouth as he cried out in pain. It was instant and only lasted for that moment. He pulled his arm back, rubbing his sore shoulder before he began to move it.

"Thanks," he rotated his shoulder a bit, "Good as neww,"

"Yeh," clearing his throat, Karkat poked at the food he had placed in the cell, "You guys should eat,"

"Oh, thank you," Feferi smiled, turning to the small bag of bread, "We haven't eaten in days,"

"Yeh, I figured," Karkat shrugged. Eridan seemed a tad reluctant to eat, but once he noted that Feferi's demeanor lightened up a bit he started to eat as well. It was less than an hour before all the food Karkat had brought along was gone, water included.

"Thank you," Feferi smiled, reaching out of the cell to pat his head in a grateful gesture, "That was very sweet of you Karkat,"

"Yeh," Eridan sighed, reaching out of the cell as well. He offered a more formal gesture of gratitude though and shook the mutant blood's hand instead, "Thanks Kar,"

"Why are you calling me that?" Karkat asked, somewhat irritated by the nickname, "My name is Karkat. Kar. Fucking. Kat."

Eridan chuckled a bit, pulling his hand back, "That's kind'vve cute Kar. Does he tell you that wwhen you're wwith him? Howw cute your anger is?"

"Eridan," Feferi tapped his chest lightly with the back of her hand.

"Wwhat? It's true," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm not fucking cute," Karkat growled, feeling ashamed. It wasn't so much that the compliment was offensive, but that the insignia of his master still laid over his left eye. That mark made him feel so terribly ugly and unattractive to every troll he saw. The only troll he didn't feel ugly in front of was Gamzee, and that was mainly because he and Gamzee pailed and that had to assure some sense of attractiveness that the highblood saw in the smaller troll.

"You're glubbin' generous though," Feferi told him.

"You don't think you could get us out of here though, could you?" Eridan asked.

"With your tactics, oh yeh, I bet I can," Karkat crossed his arms over his chest.

"Wwhale, it wworked in our heads," Eridan scoffed, crossing his arms as well.

"Oh yeh, so well," Karkat scoffed as well. Feferi furrowed her brow between the two, as if sensing some sort of mutuality between the two.

"Besides, even if I could get you out, it can't be during winter. It's too risky, too easy to die in the snow," Karkat shivered, "That's how I ended up here being the highblood's bitch every night,"

"Oh glub!" Feferi frowned, "I'm so sorry to hear that…What happened?"

What happened? Karkat was frozen for a moment, what HAD happened, exactly? Come to think of it, he could barely remember. He had repressed those memories long ago for the sake of his own sanity. He remembered falling down an icy slope and bashing his head on some ice…Why did he fall again?...He had been struck by an arrow? Yes, it had been an arrow. He woke up…In the dungeon? No…In Gamzee's bedroom…? He squeaked somewhat as he pressed himself to try and remember.

"Kar?" Eridan asked, concerned, "Are you alright? You look like you're gonna vvomit,"

"Oh, poor dear must be tired," Feferi pouted, "Look, we don't have to talk about this now…Why don't you head on back to bed?"

"Yeh," Karkat shook himself out of his thoughts, "I should, before that maniac clown comes looking for me,"

He began to pack up the now empty food bags, containers, and canteens into his satchel. Eridan gently placed his hand on Karkat's as his hand slipped through the bars. It was warm, so much unlike Gamzee's…He squinted a bit in pain, expecting something to happen. Nothing did though.

"Wwill you come back, Kar?" he asked softly. Karkat took a deep breath to calm himself, for some reason his heart was racing. Something in Eridan's eyes manifested tenderness and affection, something that had to be stimulated out of Gamzee, who held such malice for no reason.

"I-I don't know," Karkat slowly eased his hand away, as well as his stare. He zipped up the backpack, "Tomorrow, hopefully…I-I'll try and get you two out as soon as possible too,"

He stood, "But…But I can't promise anything,"

He made to leave at their silence. Maybe they were in awe at his audacity toward the highbloods that kept them captive, but there was silence. He was half way down the small path when Eridan spoke up again.

"Hey Kar,"

"What?" Karkat asked, a grumpy drag to his tone.

"Your eyes," Eridan started, "They're not all that freaky…They're actually really pretty. You should open your eyes all the wway more often,"

"Uhhh…" Karkat's nose twisted in perplexity, "Thanks…I'll keep that in mind,"

With that he continued toward the draining pipe. It was best to take a bath before heading back to bed; dirt and water stained his attire and his skin. He couldn't crawl into bed with evidence of his deception staining his flesh

Gamzee shivered as he awoke prematurely, he felt a certain warmth lacking at his side. He opened his eyes, blinking a bit at the external illumination contained by the curtains. A bit managed to leak in though at the small space between the floor and curtains. Despite it did not directly hit his eyes; it was always a bit uncomfortable even looking at the light. After overcoming that short obstacle, he looked around the bed. Where was Karkat? He frowned, looking under the covers. It was a stupid move, seeing as a lump would be seen in under them where Karkat would be residing. He wasn't under the covers.

"Where'd my red bro go?" he cooed softly, making to get up from the bed when the Hygiene Block door opened. It was a moment or two before anyone stepped out, to his relief it was Karkat laden in nothing but a towel. Some steam floated out of the bathroom, signifying he must be very warm in deed. He did not seem to note that Gamzee was awake though, as he was heading toward the wardrobe to retrieve another pair of pajamas.

"Bro," Gamzee chuckled. Karkat froze; he knew he had to act though before the highblood grew suspicious of his silence.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"I all up and just got up 'cuz a certain, snuggly motherfucker wasn't all up and next to me," Gamzee patted the spot next to him, "C'mon bro,"

"Alright," Karkat sighed, "Just let me get my pajamas on,"

"Nah bro," Gamzee grinned lazily, "Just come over here,"

Karkat bit his lip, odd; he had not bit his lip in quite a while, at least when Gamzee made suggestive comments. He supposed his visit to the prisoners in the dungeon spurred something in him, especially the male sea-dweller. He could not be certain what he felt inside of him, but it was nice. Around his matesprit however, he had to be careful whilst expressing that feeling inside of him. He approached him as he normally did and slid into bed, the towel still around his waist. Gamzee shuffled with himself, his pajama pants sliding out from under the covers. He slept shirtless most of the time; he enjoyed feeling Karkat's skin on his chest and thus his warmth.

"G-Gamzee," Karkat shivered a bit as he wrapped his arms around his torso as he began to kiss him heatedly. Gamzee's fingers traced his spine, rubbing deep into the surrounding flesh. The mutant moaned a bit as those fingers proceeded downward, where Gamzee firmly grabbed his buttocks. The highblood seemed to be fond of grabbing that area, often saying it was soft. It only lasted a moment though as his hands moved to the back of his thighs, parting his legs a bit so he could set himself between them, removing the towel.

"A-ah," Karkat pushed him off a bit, "Not so fast, okay?"

Gamzee furrowed his brow, but nodded, "Long as you're comfortable bro,"

"Thanks," Karkat breathed, tilting his head back so Gamzee could kiss along the pillar. As par Karkat's request Gamzee held himself back, taking each caress slowly. The mutant blood much preferred this; it provided a sense of dignity. It made him feel as though he were actually part of this and not just partaking of it, and he could take his time to enjoy it. He shivered slightly as Gamzee's fingers rubbed up and down his sides, grazing his vestigial grub legs. It was astounding that such simple bumps left behind from their infant legs triggered such erotic reactions. It was a nice sensation though, it felt almost as good as when Gamzee kissed his neck or rubbed up and down his spine. Both of those areas were relatively sensitive in comparison to his grub legs, with the exception of the most erotic part of his anatomy and his horns.

He returned the caress by gently running his fingers through Gamzee's hair, massaging the base of his horns. This drew a moan from the highblood, and another as Karkat brushed his cheek against his and began to kiss along his jaw-line. Gamzee was responsive to any caress Karkat gave him, often praising his matesprit for touching him. It was often internal, as bursting out in praise in bed was a tad improper. It would ruin the mood anyhow, especially with Karkat. He smiled blissfully as he felt Karkat's hands against his vestigial grub legs, tracing them idly as he kissed along his jaw and neck. Gamzee moved his hands to the back of his head, rubbing his fingers into his scalp and slowly moving up to his horns. Karkat curled in on himself as he felt Gamzee's fingers press into the sensitive bases, causing him to squirm slightly.

"T-that…" he breathed softly, turning his head to the side to allow Gamzee to nibble on his pointed ear, "That feels really nice,"

"Just wanna all up and make ya' feel nice my red motherfucker," he purred, cupping his chin and turning his head back so he could kiss him again. They remained like that for a minute, running their hands over each other's bodies as their lips and tongues moved in sync with each other's regards. Gamzee pulled away after a moment, proceeding to kiss down his consort's body. His hands followed route, massaging his thighs and hips as he kissed and sucked the tender parts of his abdomen. Karkat's nails dug into his broader shoulders as the highblood's thumb began to stroke along the edges of his seed-flap, stimulating both his nook and bulge. Gamzee spread his legs wider, kissing along his vestigial grub legs as he felt Karkat's seed flap open. He caressed the tip of his bulge as it pushed past the cartilage shells before palming it; finally grabbing it and squeezing it as it extended and swelled with blood. He heard a guttural moan from his consort as it wrapped around his fingers, coating the digits in the bright red material. He chuckled; it was not his bulge that needed attention though. He teased his bulge as he uncoiled it from around his fingers and wrist, drawing Karkat to whimper just as he began to stroke along the outside of his nook with his thumb. He considered using some sopor slime as lubricant, but he was certain that Karkat was beyond the need for a painkilling lubricant.

Karkat threw his head back a bit, edging his head just over the side of the bed as his matesprit began his internal ministrations. His nook was rather sensitive, as it was connected to the bulge itself, among other nervous, pleasure centers that were inside of him. He could understand why Terezi had been a tad wild in bed; undergoing consensual penetration was the more pleasurable of two. He always felt a tad apprehensive with Gamzee though, often getting a headache when he tried to remember why. Odd, Karkat thought, to think of her after so long. He had not spared her a moment of his pondering in nearly half a sweep.

"Don't worry my reddest bro," Gamzee kissed along the right side of his neck and shoulder, "I'll be motherfuckin' gentle, as always,"

"A-ah…" he squeezed Gamzee's upper-arms as he eased two fingers into him; then three, and finally four, his thumb stroking the small, nub-like protrusion of the double, clitoral muscle just under the bulge and just outside the opening of the nook. Karkat's eyes squinted a bit as the digits stretched his nook and pushed him to produce lubricant much faster, slightly pained as he tightened around the digits while Gamzee pushed them deeper into him and hit that g-spot (the internal extension of the double clitoral muscle) with more fervor. It was something that had become habitual during their foreplay, Gamzee teasing and pre-penetrating his nook in an attempt to produce lubricant. Sometimes with his fingers, others with his tongue (personally, Karkat preferred his abnormally long tongue; his saliva only added to the self-produced lubricant.) It was only natural, he supposed, because Gamzee's bulge was rather sizeable when he was completely aroused. At least, it was sizeable to Karkat whose entire body was small compared to Gamzee's stature. There was also the biological fact that male trolls had smaller nooks than female trolls, and also that the muscle had to be incredibly tight so that no genetic material was lost during ejaculation while still being flexible enough to accommodate a range of sizes. The highblood wanted to make sure he wasn't in pain.

"You all up and feelin' chill bro?" Gamzee asked, removing his fingers from within Karkat to stroke along his own seed-flap, using one arm to maintain balance above his matesprit. Karkat gave a tentative nod, clutching the sheets in his fingers as he felt Gamzee's bulge rub up against the opening of his nook. Gamzee cooed softly as he leaned downward against his body, using his cleaner hand to cup his cheek while balancing himself with the other. Karkat clung to him softly, bending his knees tensely as Gamzee's bulge eased in, wriggling, twisting, and coiling along its way. He should be used to this by now, especially after being prepared so thoroughly, but he felt as though he was too small to accommodate the larger troll. The unease settled after a moment, he exhaled to relieve the tension as tingly nerves started to spark from the penetration and movement of Gamzee's bulge within him.

"You feelin' okay Karkat?" Gamzee purred, licking along his jugular vein and hooking his arms under Karkat's legs, folding him up somewhat so he could penetrate his nook with more ease.

"Y-yeh, that feels…mmm…" he shut his eyes tight, "Errr…w-wonderful,"

"S'aight if I get my groove on?" he cooed, wriggling his hips a little. Karkat gasped, burying his head in Gamzee's shoulder as he nodded; the stimulation was agonizingly orgasmic.

"Hey," Gamzee sat up a bit and kissed his eyelids, "Don't be hiding them beautiful motherfuckin' orbs from me,"

Karkat opened his eyes tentatively, looking up at Gamzee as he lay back down upon him, beginning to thrust. He blushed a bit, recalling what the seadweller had said about his eyes in sincerity. At their first encounter the seadweller had insulted him, but he had been afraid and angry. Karkat had been the same way when he was incarcerated, he remembered that at least. The way Eridan complimented him though after he gave them genuine kindness, and was treated with kindness in return, flattered him. It reminded him almost of Terezi, the way she would mess with him before hugging him and flirtatiously enticing him. Her memory provided no hope, sadly, Eridan and his companion did.

He let his mind wander to the two sea-dwellers, particularly Eridan. How could he help them escape, and where were the weapons, if any, that they had been apprehended with? And even if he got them out, where would he go? Eridan seemed protective of his moirail, if not a bit red for her. What if the malice in his eyes that had transformed into sensitivity was only a sort of guise? What if the sea-dweller was tricking him and using him? What if the moment he got them past the gates and walls Eridan killed him for the sake of his moirail? Sea-dwellers, being the highest of trolls, were known to be prone to sudden outbursts of mindless violence and very possessive, especially of their own kin and very protective of their territory. They could do essentially anything to protect themselves if they manipulated all the cards.

Karkat sighed, disguising it as bliss as he felt that his matesprit was nearing climax. Eridan Ampora was his only hope, he felt. Even if he was being manipulated and would die at his hands, it would be better than remaining brainwashed behind these unbreakable walls. He had nothing to live for outside of them and there was nothing but isolated torment within them. Whether or not the sea-dweller was tempting him to risk his own life, it'd be for a good cause and he could die with a true sense of dignity.

He then realized that he was pailing and he needed to pay attention to what he doing.

"Bro?" Gamzee cooed, obviously spent, "You didn't all up and come. You okay?"

"Hm?" Karkat asked, pushing Gamzee off of him a bit, "I'm…I'm tired…"

Gamzee cupped his face, stroking the side of his lips, "You okay bro? I can all up and tell you're distracted,"

"I'm fine," Karkat pressed, grimacing bit, "I just wanna get some fucking sleep. Get off,"

"Seriously bro," Gamzee cupped his cheek, "What's all up and buggin' you?"

"Get. Off!" Karkat sneered, pushing him off and curling back onto his side. Gamzee furrowed his brow, why the sudden irritation? Cooing, he cuddled close to him from behind and nuzzled his shoulder, kissing his upper-arm softly as he wrapped his arms around his warm torso.

"Is it that motherfuckin' sea-dweller?" he asked softly, "The one that called you a motherfuckin' whore?"

"No," he answered. He swallowed hard; he really had to control his anger. Odd, he thought, his anger had been in check this past sweep. Why would he suddenly lash out under the situation at hand. Sighing, he turned over and cupped Gamzee's cheek, pecking his lips softly to assuage the Subjugglator, "Sorry, it's just…I'm tired…I haven't slept all day…I was hoping a warm bath would've helped but then we…Got tangled up in this…"

Gamzee chuckled, satisfied with that answer. He pulled Karkat closer, nuzzling his soft hair lovingly, "A'ight, just all up and get some sleep. Got something to show you when motherfuckin' night falls,"