Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you have just gotten an idea of the perfect love story, fucking ever. You open your laptop on the coffee table in front of your couch and open a document in your google drive.
The idea is perfect in your head: A dramatic love story between a teenage man and women. Their love is forbidden because the man is a demon and the woman is an angel. Okay, you know this sounds like Romeo and Juliet, but you got your own creative spark to this story. Like how they don't fall in love the second their eyes meet. No, they hate eachother at first, that'll keep it interesting. Oh, but the demon is so attractive that the angel is finding it harder and harder to control herself, and-
"Ooof!" you are attacked, and pin to the floor. Your head facing up to see the familiar shades on Dave's eyes.
"What the fuck Dave?" his arms are pinning your shoulders against the floor.
"Your door is unlocked." he smirks as you struggle against him.
"Get off me!" you yell.
"Nope. A battle is coming, and you need to be trained before then. Lesson two: wrestling,"
You growl, "I question your teaching methods,"
"It's more fun this way," Dave lifts one hand off your shoulder, then pins it with his elbow just so he could lift his shades and wink at you before setting them back down and pinning your shoulder with his hand again.
Your face heats up by how uncomfortably close you two were. Every part of your body is pinned except for your head. You give Dave the hardest headbutt you could muster. This catches him off guard which gives you a chance to wriggle out of his grasp. You quickly stand up and almost snarl at him.
"Do you think it's even okay to just barge into someone's place? You big shit-fuck?"
Dave holds his forehead, which is probably hurting more that it is healing itself. Healing always seems more painful than the actual damage.
"You got a pretty dirty mouth, Kitten." he chuckles, "Ever tried soap?"
You are gonna kick his ass.
Dave is on his feet as you charge at him. Both of you holding eachothers' arms. You grunt as you are using all of your strength to push Dave to the ground.
But Dave has other plans. He lets go of your arms and steps to the side as you fall forward. He then pushes you all the way to the wall that made a loud thud. Your hand is pinned behind your back, and your body pressed to the wall.
"My name is not Kitten. Do I look like a fucking cat to you?" you say with your cheek smashed against the wall and your lips puckered out.
"A cute cat. Precious and harmless," you catch sight of Dave's smug grin.
You struggle and your legs move your feet under Dave's heels as you push back. He stumbles a bit and you turn around as quickly as you can and take your opportunity to shove Dave on the couch with you towering over him.
Dave's shades had fallen off and you can see his scarlet eyes.
Both you and Dave are breathing heavily, as you just stare at eachother.
Dave's eyes are red. You have to keep reminding yourself that Dave is not a mutant, but his eye color reminds you of what you are. You hate it. You want to gouge his eyes out and throw them into a fire. But, his eyes are also comforting. Like, reminding you that you are not the last of your kind. There is beauty in having red eyes. You are having mixed feelings about whether Dave's eyes look disgustingly haunting, or admiringly beautiful.
Dave smirks again, and that is enough to set your head aflame.
"You are a disgusting bastard. You broke into my house as I was doing something completely important! It has nothing to do with you! Yes, I know I have to train with you because of other important reasons, but can I at least have some fucking privacy you dimwit?! I hate you so much, my blood boils every time I even look at you. My hate is so strong, even the thought of you makes me want to scream! You are annoying as hell with you talking with your perfect lips and taunting me with those eyes of yours. You are not a-"
Dave's lips press onto yours, and you forgotten all of a sudden how to breathe. He angles his mouth so his lips can fit perfectly with yours and jesus christ you are kissing him back. It was like you are wrestling with your mouth as you hold tightly to Dave's shirt, fighting dominance over him. His lips open yours then he explores your mouth with his tongue.
Dave pushes himself up, and you are trying your best not to give in to letting him dominate you. But once Dave reaches his lips to your neck as he starts leaving marks while sucking and biting your skin you are completely vulnerable.
"..Fuck," you breathe as Dave is pushing your back against the couch and is biting below your jaw. His hands reaching below your longsleeve shirt to hold your hips down, then is kissing your lips again.
Your heart is beating fast, and god this feels amazing. You become aware of Dave's body pressing against you, and you are pinned again. This time, not struggling.
Dave kisses down to your collarbone, and you let out a line of curses. Your hands grab hold of Dave's blond hair, and your legs lift slightly.
Dave lifts his head so his eyes are locked on yours. Both of you are breathing loudly. You try to wrap your head to what happened, but the daze after making out was making it hard to think. Your heart is beating faster than your breathing.
After a long awkward silence of both of you catching your breath, Dave says, "I think you lost this fight,"
You glare at him, not believing what he just said. Was this a trick all along? Just to win this fight?
"Woah, I think I just broke Karkat. You are not yelling at me, this is a miracle," Dave rambles.
You press your lips together, the lips Dave has touched. Your eyes dart around your room trying to find anything else to look at but Dave. What are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to feel about Dave now? You tell him how much you hate him… and he kisses you? What does it mean? You barely even know Dave.
"...Karkat? Your eyes. Uh.."
Your breathing quickens, "Shit!" you yell as you push Dave off of you and run to your room. You close the door behind you and look into the mirror. Your eyes looking different than you ever saw them before. The grey in your eyes are flickering to red, but not quite. It was like your eyes couldn't make up their mind as the flick red then grey, then red again.
This shouldn't have happened. You got carried away, and what is worse…. Dave saw the mutiny in your eyes.
