(A.N: Since a surprisingly large amount of you wanted more Gamzee, I'll try adding more of his side in here. So here you go. Gamzee's POV)
I coughed as one of the other inmates shoved me against a wall, knocking the air from my lungs out. He was almost as tall as me, and far more muscular. Mother fucker, I didn't even do anything to.
"What're you in for, boy?" he asks with a gross grin across his face.
"Attempted murder. Now get your mother fucking hands off me." I try shoving him away, only to feel a hard fist punch my stomach. I gasp and fold over. I haven't been beat up like this for a long while. I certainly don't miss it.
He grabbed my hair and yanked me back up. I winced and glared into his eyes. I hope this mother fucker burns.
"You're new. You're weak. You're going to become a fuck toy for most of these guys. I suggest staying quiet and not fighting back."
I frowned and quickly punched his jaw, making him let my hair go to hold his face. Stupid fucking convict. I quickly walk away, trying to get out of the almost abandoned shower room. I growl as I feel a hand grab my arm and yank me back, causing me to fall back on the hard tiles.
Growling more I glared up at the man. He only chuckles. I frown more and decide just sitting on the floor would be better than picking a fight and loosing.
"If you promise me you won't fight when they're having their way, I'll let you leave without a scratch. Don't, and... we'll you'll be in the infirmary for at least a month." He smiled down at me.
I scowled. No way I'm even saying to promise that. Fucking disgusting inmates. I don't even belong here, and they're treating me like I wasn't one of the top dealers out there. Fucking whores.
"Well?" he says, leaning over me. I growl again and he shrugs, suddenly stomping his foot on my hand. I screamed as I could hear the bones crush under his shoe. I shuddered and and panted. Fuck, it hurts so bad.
He twists his foot and makes me cry out. Mother fucker! I'll fucking kill you!
"I'll give you one last chance here." I glare up at him, only seeing him give me a not caring look. Fucking whore! I swear to god I'll kill you! "Fine, have it your way," he says calmly before kicking my face.
The world spun and my head throbbed. I could taste blood and see red. He kicked again, making me fall all the way onto my back. I panted, trying to catch a decent breath, when I felt a hard foot dig into my stomach. I gasped and a pathetic sound left my mouth. Fuck... I'm not weak! I'm not!
"You could've so easily avoided this too, kid," he says in a nonchalant voice, kicking me again. I felt hot liquid run down my cheeks. NO! NO NO NO! I'm not crying! It doesn't hurt! It doesn't... Mother fuck.
I close my eyes as I feel his foot stomp down on my thigh. I cried out, more tears running away from my eyes. I swear... I'll kill him...
"Hey!" I hear someone else say. I open my eyes and see a guard walk into the room, quickly grabbing the other convict. "Get out of here!" he yells, shoving the convict out.
I cough and close my eyes again. I'm not weak! Don't let them see it!
"Are you okay, inmate?" he asks, kneeling down next to me. I growl and try sitting up, only falling back from the pain. Fuck it hurts... No way I ever hurt Karkat this much. He could always stand after.
"I'm fine!" I snap at the guard.
"I'll get the nurse. You're obviously hurt."
"I'm not! I'm fine!"
"Your hand is broken," he says, standing up.
"I SAID I'M FINE!" I yell at him, only getting a kick to the stomach again. I cough and an involuntary whine left me mouth.
"I'll be back," he says, leaving the room, and leaving me.
Coughing I try putting a hand on my stomach. It hurts so bad. I was only kicked, like, four times. Why does it hurt so much? Karkat took more than this and was fine.
Wincing I felt my hand, it was broken, no doubt. Mother fucker, I swear I'll kill them. I'll kill them all.
I sighed and closed my eyes again. Think of something good. Something pleasant to get my off this pain... Karkat? No, that little shit. I still want him dead. Even after he came and saw me. Fucking whore. He'll be back. I know it.
Okay, something else... Nng... my supplier? No, too weird... Tav..?
Tav... Oh fuck... I miss him. I miss those nights. Those perfect nights where I held him and he would giggle each time I'd kiss his neck. Oh, and that night. That night way before Karkat, when he wanted to go all the way. I was so worried and nervous.
I'd never been so nervous to have sex, but it wasn't... it wasn't sex, it was love... Like in those movies. It was odd though. He can't feel past his hips, but... it was so perfect still.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, smiling as we laid in the bed. I felt his lips kiss my neck lightly, making me sigh in contentment.
"Uh, Gamzee?" he asked quietly, making me pull away slightly, looking into his golden brown eyes. "Can we... go further than kissing? I know you said you would feel bad, but uh... I want to."
His face was flushed and I could feel his breath still warm brushing against my neck.
I gulped. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you and you not know it."
"I want it, Gamzee... Please? I can suck you off first. So we can, sort of feel good together."
I bit my lip hard. God dammit Tav...
"Okay," I said, giving him a reassuring smile.
He smiles back, his eyes full of happiness. "Really?"
I chuckle. "Yes really."
(A.N: I hope this was okay. I could've made this a lot longer, but I didn't want Gamzee's parts longer than Karkat's. Anyway, leave a review of some ideas you want to happen~!)