Chapter 7

Apparently, all it took for John to become a clingy cuddler was to have his heart and soul ripped violently from his chest and stomped on like defective grubs. Not that Gamzee minded at all, shit no. It felt nice, both having someone—alive—to hold, and for someone to empathize with.

It was pretty calming too, being the one doing the shooshpapping, rather than being on the receiving end. Almost as settling as the human's blood. He had been lying back on his cloth pile for a good few hours, too comfortable to consider getting up, and John apparently felt the same way.

Gamzee deftly petted John's head and back for a good while until he was thirsty, settling the sleeping human on the cloth pile before scooting over to grab another Faygo, tipping it back as he observed his companion.

Gog, how long had it been since he had someone like this? To just sit in silence with, someone to touch and get a reaction from? Shit, how long had it been since he had someone who empathized with him, felt the sting HE felt that others never thought to worry about?

He frowned, chugging the rest of the bottle, his insides feeling somewhat squirmy. It wouldn't do at ALL to get motherfucking Heart-eyed like this. But it sure as shit wasn't Diamonds either.

He tossed the empty bottle to the side, sitting down cross-legged in front of the cloth pile, staring unblinking at John, his nose twitching when he caught the scent of wet, damp, dreary air, like the miserable seasonal rains that never seemed to go away. Gamzee recalled feeling depressed in those days, even while high, remembering staring up at the clouds, feeling as though he'd never see the stars ever again.

That's what Johnbro looked like right now. A ball of depressed clouds.

And those gutterblooded motherfuckers did this. They took away the clear sky.

Gamzee growled, scooping John up and holding him tightly, papping his head, waking John up. "…H…hey…!" John shifted around, confused. "…what are you doing…?"

"Shut the motherfuck up," Gamzee replied gruffly. "Don't care none about them motherfuckers. Fuck 'em, brother. FUCK 'EM ALL! They aint worth shit." Harder paps and tighter hugs.

John blinked. Was this Gamzee's way of comforting him? It was a little rough, granted…but he guessed Gamzee didn't have much experience in comforting anyone, and just sighed, leaning his head on Gamzee's shoulder. Might as well make him feel like he was doing a good job.

"You don't motherfuckin' need 'em," Gamzee growled again. "You got this motherfucker right here, Johnbro. I'm all you motherfuckin' need. You're all I motherfuckin' need." John almost squeaked when he felt Gamzee's claws dig into his skin through his shirt. This was getting uncomfortable, to be honest…

John yelped when he found himself pinned back on the cloth pile, swallowing hard as he looked up at Gamzee looming over him. The troll's eyes were almost glowing in the dimness of the room, teeth slightly bared, growling loudly, and John figured it was time to offer up his blood again to calm down whatever fit Gamzee put himself into. He leaned his head back, bracing himself for the sting of fangs into his skin.

Gamzee instead stared down at him, growling louder at the plain display of submission John was showing. The internalized Highblood in him was more pleased than he could hope to describe, while the more lucid side deftly wondered if John even knew what he was offering like this.

Naturally, Highblood psychosis won out.

John yelped when instead of a bite down on the neck, he found yet another God Tier top being torn in half. "Gamzee…?" His inquiry was interrupted when Gamzee's sharp claws dug into his chest and dragged down, rending five lines down his chest, making him jerk around, keening in pain. "GAMZEE—"

A blood-smeared hand pressed against his mouth, Gamzee leaning in closer. "Shoosh," was all he said before leaning further down, dragging his tongue over the marks in John's chest. John twitched hard, letting out pained moans and squeals from behind Gamzee's hand.

Gamzee growled, tracing over the claw marks he left with his tongue, tasting in as much raw blood as he could before the wounds closed up. He was faintly aware of the shaking and shuddering of John's body, which only became more violent as the cuts vanished. Already he could feel the sharpness around his think pan dulling, and sighed, taking a breather before setting to the task of licking the remaining blood smears from John's skin.

The sharp twitch and muffled moan coming from John's mouth behind Gamzee's hand was entirely unexpected.

Gamzee paused, then looked upward at John, who was staring back down, face dark red. The motherfuck was THAT?

His nose twitched, smelling a distinct musky scent, almost like arousal—

Oh.

He arched a brow, watching John's face get redder, like the human was reading his mind and came to the same conclusion. Well. What to do with THIS situation then? The slight squirming in his pants gave him more than a few ideas to start with.

John shifted his face away from Gamzee's hand, his breathing uneven. "Gamzee—" he said, trying to keep the freak-outs to a minimum. "You….we have to st—" His eyes went wide when Gamzee reached down and gave him a firm squeeze through his pants. That did NOT help the situation, not at all.

Gamzee glanced downward at John's front. Yep. THAT had worked. Seemed to just be a firmer version of his bulge, was all. Nook or no, he could DEFINITELY make this work. He growled, squeezing John again, and proceeded to almost get bucked right off of him.

John was in literal hell right now. It was bad enough when he got aroused by Gamzee licking his chest, it was even WORSE that Gamzee was obviously exacerbating it. He whimpered, covering his face with his hands, wondering just exactly WHICH god he had offended for this to happen.

He felt Gamzee let him go for a moment, and paused, wondering if he had just lost interest. Having Gamzee then jerk his pants off in one quick motion tossed THAT idea out the window. John yelped, trying to backtrack but having nowhere else to go from here. "WHOA—GAMZEE, WHA—"

Gamzee pinned him back again, silencing John with a rough kiss that had fangs digging into his lip. John let out a high-pitched squeak, eyes wide as Gamzee's tongue slipped into his mouth and literally curled around his own. He flailed, whimpering loudly, only to be pinned back down again, Gamzee's body pushing flush against his own.

He squirmed around under Gamzee—trying to find some position that didn't have Gamzee in contact with worsening hard-on he was getting—almost jumping when he felt a vibration against his body. What the…it was Gamzee. Gamzee was purring so loudly John was feeling the vibrations all over, which did absolutely nothing to help his arousal.

John suddenly became lightheaded, only barely able to register that he suddenly smelled something heavy and musk-like that seemed to permeate his skin and brain, making him hypersensitive and shaky. He moaned into Gamzee's mouth, his hips twitching up, anxious for some friction, ANYTHING to help this torture along. What he got was the realization that something was MOVING.

Gamzee growled, feeling John responding under him in a most MIRACULOUS way that almost had him squirming right out of his own pants. He let go of John's wrists and sat up, purring as he stared down at the human under him. The sight of John flushed and panting was only exacerbating the Highblood mentality what was calling at him to TAKE THE LOWBLOOD, DOMINATE HIM, MAKE HIM YOURS.

Call received.

Gamzee wasted no time in jerking his own clothing off, his bulge squirming and curling, eager for a pailing. He took advantage of John's staring to shred the boxers off of John's body, growling when he saw the human's bulge. It looked bigger than the last time he'd seen it in the bathroom. Interesting.

Slightly LESS interesting when he paused to think of how this was going to work when John didn't have a nook. He glanced down at his own anatomy before mentally shrugging. Either way, good for him.

John was shaking hard by this point, trying to paint a mental picture of just HOW that huge purple thing was going to be used, but was broken out of his thoughts when he felt Gamzee jerk him up. He blinked, confused for a moment, before watching Gamzee recline back. "…what…?"

"You aint got a motherfuckin' nook," Gamzee growled out, the baritone sending shivers up John's spine. He parted his legs, his bulge curling upward, giving John a definite indication of what to do.

John's face went dark red. "Wha….uh….." he replied oh-so-intelligently, staring at the alien display between Gamzee's legs. Some wires must've been crossed up there in his brain because it just made his blood drain straight south despite how absolutely fucking weird it was just looking at it.

"Come the motherfuck ON!" Gamzee snapped, getting impatient. "Shove your bulge in my motherfuckin' nook before I motherfuckin' tear YOU one to use!"

John jumped, shakily scooting over to Gamzee, trying—and failing—to not look and see what exactly he was going to be shoving his dick into. This was some weird Lovecraftian shit the likes of which he would imagine Rose getting into, not HIM! He squeaked when Gamzee pulled him closer and growled loudly, baring sharp fangs at him. Clawed fingertips dug into his arms, all the sharp threats letting him know what may happen if he didn't get his shit in gear NOW.

Chewing his lip to bite back whimpering, John shakily groped around between them, shuddering hard when he felt Gamzee's bulge curl around his wrist. He honestly didn't know whether he was more grossed out, freaked out, or, oddly enough, even MORE turned on. A combination of all three—

Hoooooooooly SHIT.

Sometime during his internal debate, he had managed to find Gamzee's nook and push inside and GOD ALMIGHTY. Warm, wet, and TIGHT. It felt like it was MOVING inside too—HOLY SHIT IT WAS MOVING INSIDE. He almost panicked and pulled out, but Gamzee pulled him to him tightly and wrapped his arms around him firmly, that loud, vibrating purring making John's bones rattle almost soothingly.

It was all Gamzee could do not to tear John's skin to ribbons from the sheer frustration of having a bulge inside him and not having it move, but even in this state, he could sense panic rolling off of John like shockwaves, and between having a willing body to pail with and a dead one, he'd pick a living one. He held John to him tightly and growled softly, willing the human to calm the fuck down.

Oddly enough, it worked. John calmed down, and past the panic and freaked-out feelings, he felt GOOD. REALLY, REALLY good. He flushed hard and groaned, shuddering hard when he became aware enough that Gamzee's nook was flexing around him like an internal hand job, except with more warmth and wetness. He hissed into Gamzee's shoulder, bucking his hips when he felt a particularly strong squeeze. "FUCK—"

Gamzee flexed his claws into John's skin, growling loudly when he felt John buck. Troll coupling didn't involve much thrusting—the bulges took care of whatever movement that was necessary—and that was something that certainly made up for the human bulge's lack of movement. Hearing those explicatives coming from John's mouth was certainly a bonus.

"Come on, motherfucker," he purred, nipping John's ear, licking at the bead of blood that welled up. John shuddered and groaned loudly, bracing his hands on Gamzee's shoulders, rolling his hips again, panting softly.

Okay, fuck it, he took back everything he thought before. This was quite frankly the greatest sensation he had ever felt in his life, bar NONE. He didn't care his first time was with an alien, it didn't fucking MATTER. He bucked his hips faster, clenching his hands into Gamzee's shoulder harder, biting his lip until it was bleeding, letting out a sharp yelp when Gamzee's claws dug into his back.

Gamzee growled louder under John, his bulge thrashing between them, trying to find SOMETHING to do with itself, which was NOTHING compared to what John was doing to his nook. His anatomy wasn't built for THIS, and it felt like someone was roughly pushing his insides around. It was almost painful. And quite literally the only way he could ever contemplate doing this ever in the future.

John ignored the sting of claws in his back, groaning louder as he thrusted faster, shaking all over. His head was swimming, the vent room having gotten stiflingly hot for some reason. He whimpered when Gamzee pulled him down for another kiss, feeling fangs piercing his lips and tongue, and tasted his own blood.

Another hard clench around him had him jerking his hips hard, letting out a strangled yell as he came inside Gamzee, shaking hard and collapsing on him, panting.

Gamzee took a few moments to realize John had stopped moving, growling as he looked down, feeling something…off inside of his nook. Realization hit him. "Did you just use me as a motherfucking PAIL, you motherfucker?" he demanded, pushing John up to look at him.

John slowly came to his senses, looking downward and turning a dark red. "Oh shit—I'm so sorry, I—" He yelped when Gamzee shoved him off, deftly noticing that his spent member was covered in transparent purple wetness. Oh ew—

He didn't have time to properly gross out over it before Gamzee grabbed his hair and jerked his head up. "That all you motherfuckin' got?" Gamzee growled, having already known that pailing ended when the genetic fluid was spent, but not expecting John to be done so…SOON. Embarrassingly-so. Not to mention, he wasn't NEARLY done yet. And if Johnbro didn't have a nook to spare, he'd have to improvise. "We aint motherfuckin' done yet," he growled, his bulge curling against John's face.

John cringed away from it. "What the hell, Gamzee—" He yelped when Gamzee jerked on his hair tighter and used the distraction to shove the bulge tip into his mouth.

"You use me as a motherfuckin' pail, I use YOU as a motherfuckin' pail," Gamzee growled. "Fair's only fair, motherfucker."

John whimpered, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to keep from vomiting at the wet, slimy thing in his mouth. GOD, he didn't know! He couldn't help it! Gamzee's grip on his hair tightened, and to keep from having some of his scalp torn out, John started sucking.

To be perfectly fucking honest, he did NOT expect it to taste like unsweetened, almost sour grape juice. That helped, but only marginally. The fact that what he was sucking was also moving was still discerning, but he kept at it, not having a CLUE what he was supposed to really be doing. This could've been a human dick in his mouth and he wouldn't even know.

A breathy groan made him peek open his eyes and glance up at Gamzee. Did that sound come from HIM? The pushing on his head said yes, yes it did. He must be doing something right, then. He opened his mouth wider, sucking down on Gamzee harder, wincing when Gamzee pushed down on his head harder.

What a day to find out he had a dead gag reflex. It didn't make the motion any less uncomfortable as John kept sucking until his face ached, wondering how freaking long it took for trolls to orgasm.

Gamzee, tangled his fingers into John's hair, holding on tightly as he squirmed practically down the human's throat, groaning loudly when he felt the rhythmic sucking and swallowing that followed. Even the slight scraping of teeth against his bulge was incredible. He bucked his hips, shuddering hard, feeling a pressure build up, growling loudly.

John sucked on Gamzee harder, if anything to help this go by faster, pausing when he felt the bulge go slightly rigid and…oh god, was it getting bigger? What was—

That was answered for him when Gamzee pulled his head forward until his nose was touching Gamzee's skin, his eyes going wide as what could only be described as GUSHING took place down his throat, and SHITFUCK, there was a LOT of it.

Gamzee kept John's head in place as he gushed copious amounts of genetic fluid down John's throat, feeling more of it drip out of his own nook. His clawtips were drawing blood from John's scalp, but he couldn't be assed to care. He slowly finished up, only then becoming aware of John's flailing and tugging to get loose. Oh, right. Motherfucker probably had to breathe.

He pulled back, his spent bulge slithering back into its sheath as John collapsed on all fours to the floor, coughing and retching, spewing out a mouthful of purple fluid before coughing some more. It was kinda gross…but seeing the human act as his pail was so lewdly erotic…

John finally caught his breath, taking deep gulps of air to make sure nothing else was coming up. HOW did someone produce so MUCH of…WHATEVER it was? He grimaced at the fluid he had spewed up, noticing it too was purple. So freaking gross…!

He yelped when Gamzee grabbed him up and flopped back on the cloth pile, laying there blinking on Gamzee's chest, feeling the troll curl up around him and pet at his head and back like he was a spoiled cat. Words failed him. COMPREHENSION was failing him. What the hell was he supposed to say now? DO now? What did this MEAN?!

"…Gamzee…"

"Shoosh." Gamzee's hand papped at his head again.

Yeah. Okay. That…sounded like a plan right now.

John closed his eyes, sighing heavily.

He'd deal with it when he woke up.