There's a scene here that's supposed to be romantic but it's 3 AM and I'm watching The Nanny so I'm sure it's really not romantic at all

Tavros was completely and undeniably bored. Dave was at work and Gamzee and John were both busy. He'd taken to some menial household cleaning just to pass the time considering there was absolutely nothing of value on daytime television. He had dusted every object in every room and all that was left was Dave's office.

He knew he was forbidden from entering- probably because his fiance didn't want to risk Tavros messing up his things, but it was all that needed to be dusted and it might as well have been very messy from little to no maintenance.

With a sigh, Tavros easily found the key. The idea to finding things Dave Strider doesn't want you to find is by looking in the exact spot it -should- be. It was obviously a habit picked up from his brother whom had always placed things exactly where they shouldn't be.

It was confusing Tavros, but it was just one of his lover's quirks all the same. He gave a small, exhausted sigh when he finally managed to enter the office. To his surprise it was almost sterile with how clean it was. He felt a tinge of embarrassment for assuming Dave couldn't handle something as easy as cleaning. Then again he was very busy all the time, so it was an understandable assumption.

For a moment he stood in the office, looking at everything. It was a part of Dave he wasn't particularly allowed to see probably for the aforementioned reason of possibly messing everything up. Tavros stuck his tongue out at the thought, even though he knew it might not have even been true.

Before he knew it he'd dusted everything in the office except for the computer desk. He huffed lightly and sat in the computer chair, carefully dragging the duster along the keyboard. The only thing that really bothered him was a little gray spot on one of the keys that didn't seem to want to leave. He tried to be vigorous, but careful in his cleaning ritual but when he became just a bit too aggressive he accidentally pushed the enter key, causing the computer to turn on.

He was about to leave it at that and give up, but something caught his eye. A name he'd thought was a thing of his very distant past.

'Terezi Pyrope

Subject: What's up slunt

Message:
Hey Strider pick up your stupid phone! I've been trying to get ahold of you for like three days already.

Didn't you say we were getting together this weekend? Although I can't really condone us banging when your boyfriend is now OFFICIALLY YOUR FIANCEE. HEHEHE.'

Tavros took a step back. He was in sheer, unadulterated terror. He'd gone through this before with Dave, and the other had promised to change. He hadn't forbade Dave from seeing Terezi, but Dave had insisted.

He felt so lost and betrayed and hurt. He felt detached. A foreign need for some sort of recompense settled into the put of his stomach that momentarily scared him before he shoved the fear away and pulled out his phone. He was very thorough in making sure he left the room as it had been before, double checking to make sure he locked it and put the key back where it belongs.

Gamzee was delighted when he received the text from Tavros that simply read 'I'm coming over'. Since Karkat was out with John they'd have the apartment to themselves which meant he could pay extra attention to reeling Tavros back to him. It had been a rocky few days and he felt mentally exhausted but he refused to let Tavros slip from him again.

When the doorbell rang he tried not to seem too eager. For a moment he stood there, trying to count to three but quickly gave up and swung the door open. He didn't get a chance at greeting before a little tan blur nearly flung itself at him, knocking him over. "Woah Tavros buddy are you alri-"

He was cut off by a pair of soft, familiar lips. He couldn't have finished the sentence anyway; Not with how his beloved's hips were rolling gently against his own. He relented for the few blissful moments that his brain turned off, but when rationality reared its ugly head he was forced to act. He pushed Tavros away, holding him by the shoulders. "Woah there bro! What's all this motherfuckin change of heart coming from?"

Tavros stared at Gamzee, panting lightly. "Uhm...I..."

Gamzee waved it off. "Once upon a time I had a sense of morality but none of that matters when the bro I fucking love is right in front of me. Wait here."

Tavros watched Gamzee as he padded off into the back room. He was confused, to say the least, but his lethargic brain was currently the least of his problems. He knew this was wrong. He knew this was horrendously wrong. On two counts. The first being that he was betraying his fiance and the second being that he was playing with an innocent man's heart.

He brushed his hair back, sitting on the couch. He felt miserable, but he couldn't stop now. He debated on whether it would be worse to string Gamzee along or leave him now. What would Gamzee do? What would he do? What even was he doing? He felt confused so he grit his teeth and clutched his head, groaning as he fell sideways on the couch.

Moments later he was retrieved by an eager Gamzee who pulled him to his room. Tavros stared at him in confusion, feeling a bit sick as he realized what exactly he was doing. What was he thinking? Honestly! But when Gamzee opened the door to his room, revealing a scene straight from a romance novel, Tavros was lost again. The rational part of his brain had officially gone on vacation and was most likely never coming back again.

The room seemed to have been transformed and Tavros is sure Gamzee had had this idea in his head for a long time. The futon had been moved into the middle of the room which was actually quite aesthetically pleasing. It was covered in pure white sheets and rose petals. The window had a beautifully jerry-rigged white curtain arrangement and the room was completely cleaned. There were candles, music, flowers...The flowers seemed fresh. When the curtains blew in a particular way, Tavros could see the flowerbed outside of the windowsill where Gamzee must have gotten the flowers. He smiled a bit.

"Uh...wow...this is...uhm..."

Gamzee shushed Tavros tenderly, smiling as he shook off his jacket and carefully tossed it into the hamper. He moved to the radio and turned it on, filling the room with a gentle, romantic ambiance. He wrapped his arms carefully around Tavros' frail waist, gazing into his eyes lovingly. "You mean more to me than anything, Tavros. I would die for you," he said quietly. "I would motherfucking kill for you if you asked me to. No questions asked. You're my everything I just...you're alive..." He shook his head, grinning to himself. "You're alive and you're healthy and now we just need to make sure you're happy."

Tavros listened to him, but barely heard. He was...baffled. He had sort of just wanted to come in, do the deed and leave. Easy in easy out. Somehow the romance of it all was scaring him. "Uhm...Gamzee...?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Let's uh...get...to it," Tavros replied awkwardly, pulling away so he could get out of his clothes. He kept telling himself to just do it already; While all rationality and morale was suppressed, but it was so hard when Gamzee was being, well, Gamzee, he supposed.

Gamzee happily complied, taking in Tavros' half-naked form. He was down to his boxers and had almost forgotten to feel self-conscious about his legs- though not quite. Gamzee's hands snaked back around his waist and the man's lips met Tavros' neck, beginning to nip and suck their way to collarbone. A pair of firm thumbs rubbed at his hips, causing Tavros to blush.

"Gamzee," he whispered, drawing the other back up so their mouths could meet in a clash of teeth and tongue.

In moments they were tangled up on the futon, flesh grinding sensually against flesh as they became enthralled in one another.

Time was moving in fragments until before Tavros knew it he was staring up at Gamzee and trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion in his tight entrance. He winced a bit, biting his lip to keep from making any pained noises.

Gamzee was very intuitive to his needs, making sure he was comfortable and taken care of. He gave Tavros ample time to adjust before he began a very slow, gentle thrusting rhythm that was almost agonizing to Tavros. He begged the other to go faster, but Gamzee calmed him with one careful kiss.

Eventually they had moved on to a more suitable pace and Tavros was gasping and panting with anticipation and satisfaction. For the first time since the early stages of his and Dave's relationship, Tavros felt completely and undeniably loved. He couldn't pull his brown eyes away from Gamzee's indigo. He was lost in them, like two mirrors into the heart of the universe.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Tavros smiled softly, nodding. "For the hundredth time I am fine Gamzee Makara," he said in a pseudo-scolding voice.

Gamzee smiled, brushing Tavros' hair back. "Tavros...I love you so much," he whispered, stroking his beloved's cheek. He stared into his eyes, smiling passively. "You're amazing."

((Ah I'm going to make a chapter break and stop it here, even though it's pretty short to stop! uou))