Hey! Chapter 8 is in. I'm working on chapter 9 now and it should be out soon. Sorry for the slowness. I'm trying my hardest. This chapter comes with a bonus comment from my editor at the end. It made me laugh so I left it in. Anyway, the new chapter is in. Enjoy!
- Twiin-Vii2iion2
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Chapter 8
Gamzee finished packing his bags. "You almost ready, Kar-bro?" he asked.
Karkat trudged into the room. "Do we have to go…?" He asked nervously.
Gamzee stood up and walked to Karkat. "Yeah, motherfucker. I got called to duty by the Condesce, and I can't leave you behind, motherfucker." Gamzee pulled Karkat into a hug, and Karkat purred. He was not too keen on this moving onto the ship thing. To say he was nervous would be the understatement of the sweep. He was frightened. He'd have to be extra careful about hiding his blood color. Even more careful than he already was. He didn't like it. Not one bit. But Gamzee had asked him, and he couldn't say no to Gamzee.
"Motherfucker, you hear me?" Karkat looked up slowly. Gamzee was looking at him with a look of concern, which made Karkat blush.
"I-I'm fine, fuckass."
"You were all up and spacing out Kar-Bro. That's shit's my deal. What's all on your motherfucking think pan?" Gamzee sat on the bed and motioned for Karkat to join him.
Karkat sighed and joined him.
"I'm just worried, Gamzee. What if I get caught on the ship? At least here I could entertain the fantasy of running off and hiding somewhere on the planet, just us. But if we're on that ship... there's nowhere to hide there… If I get caught, they'll kill me… and you… I… I can't let that happen… I'm scared, Gamzee…"
Gamzee hugged Karkat, letting him bury his face in Gamzee's shoulder. Gamzee let his chin rest on Karkat's head.
"Kar-bro, they won't kill you. I'll make motherfucking sure of that." Gamzee stroked Karkat's hair. "Listen, pale-bro, you won't get caught, but if you do, we'll escape together, motherfucker."
"Promise?" Karkat looked up into Gamzee's eyes, his own red from tears.
"Promises are motherfucking miracles, best friend, and I am a big fan of miracles," Gamzee smiled down at Karkat. "I promise."
Karkat nuzzled into Gamzee, making clicking noises his lusus used to make to comfort him. He breathed deep.
"I suppose we should finish packing," he mumbled.
"Yeah, motherfucker, I guess we should." Gamzee smiled and let Karkat stay where he was.
"I don't want to move…" Karkat grumbled.
"Me neither." Gamzee was grinning like a fool. It had been too long since they'd had a proper feelings-jam, and he rather liked feelings-jams.
Karkat looked back up at Gamzee and whimpered. "Love me?"
Gamzee's grin widened, and he rolled Karkat onto the bed. "I thought you'd never ask, motherfucker."
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After their love making, Karkat resumed packing. He felt better, but he still was nervous. He kept running over what Gamzee had said. If he got caught, they would escape together.
'Together.' He thought over and over again. 'Together. Together. Together.'
Karkat finally broke down and cried. He couldn't keep lying to himself. He knew that if he got caught, Gamzee couldn't come with him. He knew that if he got caught, he'd be alone. All alone.
"Be strong, fuckass," he told himself, "You've been alone before."
'But not since Gamzee,' he thought. It was true. He'd never been alone since he'd been with Gamzee. Gamzee had changed him. Something about the troll just made it impossible to hide his feelings behind his shell, impossible to control his pity for him. But it went beyond pity. Karkat had heard that there had been trolls before, or more specifically two trolls, whose love for each other filled all four quadrants. Was that what he had with Gamzee? He didn't know about that, but he did know he would never be the same without Gamzee.
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Gamzee finished packing, his head reeling from earlier. He felt his rage welling up, but bit it back down. He had to control it for Karkat, he'd promised he would. But it was getting harder and harder to do so each day. He could see the stress on Karkat's face and how it pained him to have to hide his blood color every day, and the one thing that made Gamzee's rage build more than anything else was his Karkat being hurt. But how do you take out your rage on an invisible, intangible aggressor.
Gamzee shook his head. He needed to let off some steam.
"Kar-bro, I'm going for a walk. I'll be back." Gamzee headed out the door and trudged off towards the woods near their house. His mind continued to race. Once he was a safe distance into the woods, he began to search for his spot. By this point, it wasn't hard to find anymore. Kind of hard to miss a giant circle of fallen over trees in the middle of the woods. Gamzee continued on to the far side of the circle. Once he reached his destination, he wasted no more time. He launched his fist at the nearest tree, its bark splintering under the force of his blow. His mind went blank as he let the rage take over. After what felt like minutes but may have been more like hours, Gamzee managed to fell the tree.
Physically worn and his rage depleted, he turned to head back to the house. As he turned he saw a figure in the twilight at the edge of his circle. He sighed heavily.
"Hey Kar-bro. Just needed to let some steam off." Gamzee looked at the ground and smiled. Karkat approached him. Gamzee looked up as he got closer, and saw the look of concern on his face. His rage began to rise up again.
"Shit, man, why you gotta look like that? I'm fine." Gamzee held out his hands to show he was fine. I wasn't very reassuring as his purple blood dripped from his knuckles. Karkat looked at the blood then looked back at Gamzee with that stern look that always got Gamzee.
"Sorry motherfucker, I just had to all up and let the rage out." Gamzee smiled sheepishly.
Karkat huffed, sitting down on a fallen tree and looking up at the sky. Gamzee sat next to him and they watched the sun set.
"Look motherfucker, you're all up and getting my rage building again… Say something…"
Karkat didn't say a word.
"So you don't want to be vocal huh? Looks like I gotta motherfucking make you vocal." Gamzee grinned and wrapped his arms around Karkat, playing with the hem of his shirt. As Gamzee pulled Karkat's shirt off, he saw a smug smile on his lover's face and knew that Karkat had planned this to happen. That didn't bother Gamzee in the least.
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The editor wanted the writer to put in more detail about the sexy times, but the writer neglected her of that awesome-ness.
