/excuse, i've been so busy with stuff and things/ ahahhahaha WD reference /

Chapter 8

"Where the fuck have you been, Strider?" Karkat barged into the room. It's been three weeks since the movie date, three weeks sink Dave even spoke to the troll.

To Karkat's anger, the youngest Strider boy wasn't even home. He gave an angry shout and walked out, snarling bloody hell down the way to the first floor. John heard the troll a few moments before he actually came down and the Egbert boy was now prepared for another one of Karkat's angry rants. These rants were worse than the usual, these involved Karkat throwing things at mindless aims and stomping his feet like an child on a tantrum.

"Easy, motherfucker..." Gamzee pushed a bony finger to his temple, squeezing his eyes shut, "I haven't even had one of my pies yet. I feel like I'm gOING TO FUCKING BLOW UP IN THIS MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE."

"Oh fuck," Eridan looked at the troll and rushed into the kitchen, demanding the low blood Tavros bring out some emergency pies. Everyone had emergency pies in their houses, just for this reason. The words Gamzee Makara and stoned in the same sentence never meant a good thing, no matter how morally correct it should be.

"Someone in this god fucking shithole tell me where the fuck is Strider!" Karkat stomped down the stairs, not taking notice to Gamzee's low glare. John watched the taller troll on the opposite end of the couch, tucking in his knees to his chest as he bit down hard on his nails. John felt like he was watching some predator in the jungle, except instead of hunting it was just watching and waiting to brutally murder it's target.

"He's out." Rose said, not looking from the black cat on her lap. It lay curled around at the fat of her thighs, purring loudly at the warmth.

"He's always fucking out!" Vantas picked up a glass cup and threw it across the room. Tavros let out a little yelp of surprise as he wheeled into the room, the cup passing through the area between his horns and blew a breeze on his thick mohawk.

"Gamzee, I have your pies!" Tavros wheeled quickly to his friend, not wanting to keep the sober highblood sober anymore. But before Tavros could hand the pies to his dear friend Karkat let out a rash hand in his frustration and threw a pie into a wall, the green slop sank down to the floor.

This calmed Karkat greatly. But not the juggalo.

Where the fuck did the sun go? Vantas thought as the room suddenly got darker. He twisted around and bumped right into a overly large shirt that hid a terribly thin frame. Looks like the highblood wasn't eating much again. A hand grabbed hard around his shoulder, making him give a shout. Karkat suddenly realized the whole room was deathly quiet, even Rose looked up from her cat with keen interest.

"Gamzee, let go of Karkat." Sollux spoke up from his little corner, shoving his glasses further up his nose. A crackle of psionic energy went across his bi-colored gaze, it would help restrain Makara for a while but not for long.

"The motherfuck FLIPPED MY FUCKING PIE OVER." Gamzee's voice varied as bad as Sollux's mood swings. Karkat, the smallest one here, gave a little squeak of discomfort and tried to wiggle his shoulder away from the sober highblood.

"It's, uh, ok, Gamzee!" Tavros wheeled over to Karkat's side, shoving another pie up near Gamzee's nose, "I have another one!"

For a moment, Gamzee looked sane and drugged again, the smell of the pie and the sight of his possible matesprite. The adorable, chubby grey face and slightly larger than normal sharp fangs poked through his black lips as he smiled, almost brought Gamzee back to reality.

Almost.

"Gamzee, it would be best if you did let go of Vantas." Rose spoke up, setting her cat onto the floor. It scurried up the stairs and away from the growing tension. She looked for John for support, who got up at once to back up his friend.

"Eat the pie!" John added with a goofy grin.

As a final effort, Tavros dipped his finger into the pie and reached as far as he could to put it near Gamzee's face. Karkat was still squirming, Makara's hand tightening badly around his just previously wounded shoulder. Gamzee looked for a moment longer at Tavros's pleading face and leaned down obediently to stick out his tongue and lap up a little of the green sludge from Tavros's chubby finger.

"Isn't that...good, Gamzee?" Tavros asked. Gamzee took his own hand and lifted a chunk of the pie to his mouth, his eyes slowing quenching the flame of insanity as the drug inside the pie worked through his system.

"Motherfuckin' swell." His voice was back to it's normal, lazy, scratchy tone. The highblood looked down at Karkat and released his shoulder, "Sorry about that, motherfucker. Didn't mean to go all crazy and motherfuckin' hurt you."

Before Karkat could answer, the front door opened. Dave Strider walked in like there wasn't a damn problem in his world, he had a red bag slung over his shoulder, and his board under one of his arms.

"Sup, juggalo," Strider nodded to the tall beast of a troll and then looked at everyone else, "Egderp, Rosey, Lispy, Bull Horns, Fish Sticks...boyfriend."

John looked at his best friend with wide blue eyes, looking at Karkat and back to Strider. Karkat nearly launched himself at the Strider boy, screaming curses. But the juggalo lifted Karkat up by his waist and patted his backside, trying to soosh him. But that did him no good.

"Where the fuck were you? You shitfaced fucktart!" Vantas shouted angrily, his face turning a dark shade of red. If Terezi were here, she'd be on the floor in pure ecstasy at the scent of the red blood pounding through Karkat's veins.

"Easy, motherfucker. You need to chill, bro..." Gamzee set his friend on the floor and stuck his leg up at the wall nearest him, blocking Karkat's way to attacking Strider. He scooped up a small bit of the pie and forcefully pushed it into Karkat's mouth, the drug taking full affect in seconds to the untrained body of Karkat.

"Strider you..." Karkat's mind started to slow, his pupils expanded and the world around him started to change shape and color. "Ass...fuck..."

After that Karkat couldn't recall a thing he was doing.


Karkat woke up in the hallway of the floor to Sollux's room. He gave a groan, holding his head that was still spinning from the effects of Gamzee's pie. He heard Sollux chatting with Aradia in his room and decided not to be a huge dick and cockblock their chat time. Karkat always saw Sollux with bright mood swings after talking with her, he kind of enjoyed that.

"Fucking Strider." The troll said at once, getting up from the floor and wiping the droll from his face he went for the next flight up stairs but stopped as soon as he saw his bedroom door was open. He walked in and saw Tavros playing with his weird Fiduspawn game, a little army of these blue alien things crawled over a small space on his carpet. Gamzee was smiling soundly at Tavros played, loving the deep concentration the bull horned troll put into the game.

"Hey, it's the druggy motherfucker." Gamzee looked up at Kar. "How's the pie?"

"Never fucking touch me again, you footfucking bulgelicker." Karkat grit his teeth at the highblood.

"Bulge licker...that reminds me..." Gamzee tapped his bottom lip and looked at Tavros, the bull horned troll looked up from his game for a moment and tried to remind Makara of something. "OH right, the Strider motherfucker said something about you bitching for five motherfuckin' minutes and then he'd just end up...what'd he say, Tavbro?"

"He, uh..." Tav was a little uncomfortable with repeating whatever Strider had said, "Want to calm us down because you were, uh, so angry. So he said-"

"What the fuck did he say, Nitram."

"That, uh, he'd just 'suck' you off and you'd uh, forget about, uh...being angry with him...Uh, Karkat..." Tavros curled away from Karkat, clearly uncomfortable with the reaction he just caused. "Why do you look so mad...?"

"Keep playing your game, Tavbro," Gamzee pulled at his chubby grey cheek, trying to reassure him as best as he could, "Let Karkat go and deal with the Strider motherfucker himself."

"Uh, ok. I just...don't, uh, hurt Dave. Ok, Karkat?" Tavros got a little closer to Gamzee.

Karkat didn't respond, only bolted out of the room. Up the stairs, past John's room. Past Rose's room, which Kanya was loudly chatting with the girl. And straight into Dave's room.

Well, not straight into. He kind of flew back because the lock on the door bolted the room shut. He held his head for a moment, not really caring for the dark bruise that was starting to form on his forehead. As soon as he got up and reached the door again, the locks shifted and Dave opened the door.

"Can I fucking help yo-" Dave didn't have time to finish his sentence. Not when Karkat shoved his way inside, kicking the door shut and locking full onto his mouth with a black pair of lips.

"You fucking shitfaced asshole," Karkat swore at him, knocking him into the nearest wall. Sharp teeth bruised its way down to the soft skin of Dave's neck. The Strider had no other option but to dig his nails into Vantas's bare arm and let out a gasp. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Get off me and...and I'll explain." Dave fumbled against Karkat, his slid down the wall a little feeling the troll's hand roughly grab at his shirt. The buttons to his jeans broke open at the sheer force of Karkat's anger.

"Three god fucking weeks," Kar continued between sloppy, angry kisses. "Strider. There is no fucking explanation."

"You..yOU SHit," Strider's voice wavered as a cold hand went past the waistband of his briefs, "Of course TheRe fUCKING IS."

"NO." Karkat bit hard on his lips, forcing blood between them. The troll put one hand on the wall next to Strider's head and pressed his head against Dave's, biting at his ear. Dave's breaths became short pants, his head curled in a little as Kar reached for him. Within a few strokes, the troll had Dave moaning like a bitch in heat. Kar's shoulder was pressed against Dave's, his hand now next to Strider's side to get at a better position. Dave curled his hands into Vantas's shirt, putting his head down at the pleasurable motions.

"Tell me you're fucking sorry." Kar demanded, stroking harder, "Look me in the eye, Strider."

Glasses slipped off just a little to show apple red eyes, pleading to release and a kiss to moan into. Dave's face was flushed, showing his pale brown freckles.

"I..." Dave tried so hard to speak, he bucked into Kar's hand as he spoke, "'M...sorry. Van...Vantas."

"Don't you ever pull that shit on me again, Strider." Karkat growled low into his ear, feeling Dave's stomach tighten. Without waiting for Dave to pant out another sentence he forcefully closed his mouth with his own, feeling the Strider moan at his release. Kar's hand was now sticky and wet with Dave's essence. He slid his hand from black jeans as soon as the Strider brother sank to the floor, breathing heavily.

"Why the fuck is it white?" Kar looked at his contaminated hand and back to Dave.

"You...You just started a war, you little shit." Dave said through grit teeth. His hands trembled a little from the euphoria.

"You never fucking leave me like that again and I'll fucking destroy you, Strider." Karkat snapped, storming out of the room. He purposefully ignored John's question of what in gods name is that all over your hand.