Dave was awake, he refused to open his eyes though. Not enough energy. He may be awake, but that doesn't mean he has to get up. He just wants to lay in bed for a while. The room was cold, blankets were warm, and he knew that if he rolled over and gently scooted a little to the left, he'd run into a warm body. As he clumsily felt along, blindly reaching out for that familiar form, a hand met his and pulled him in. The human was enveloped in warmth, the unexpected pull caused him to tense for just a moment before he settled into his cozy nest of warmth. He heard a contented sigh, and the two once again fell into the world of dreams.

An undetermined amount of time later Dave woke up again, really this time, eyes open and everything. He was met with the vision of Karkat next to him, arms protectively encircling the blonde. A peaceful look on his face. Dave smiled to himself, this was the life he always wanted. A loving boyfriend, a peaceful house, no violence, no worry. Just the two of them, allowed to get lost in their own time, in their own world. Karkat shifted slightly, eyes opening a little as a sleep drunk hand came up to his face, half smacking himself, half rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Dave chuckled slightly, getting the troll's attention. A pointy toothed grin greeted the noise. "Happy Birthday, Davey." A gleeful groggy greeting to his matesprit.

"Morning Kitkat, and thanks."

"Want your wriggling day breakfast?"

"Not yet, cuddles." Dave snuggled close. He loved the warm muscled physique his boyfriend had acquired. The final stage of troll puberty setting in. Poor Karkat had more aches and pains lately, said it was similar to human "growing pains", but a bit more difficult as the muscles became more toned and bigger on their own. He felt like he had done a twelve hour work out every day. Dave was sympathetic, but Karkat refused to let the pain get to him. It would subside eventually. …Truth was, Karkat didn't really like his new body. He hated feeling like Zahak, all muscled and gross. His body was even more different from Dave's now. Dave struggled to really wrap his arms around the troll. He kind of missed being the comfortable little spoon in their spooning sessions. He complained about it some on the meteor, but now, more than anything, he wanted his old body back…well no, not that either. Dave had grown some too. He was taller, but still not as tall Karkat. It was the bulkiness, it was just too much, he hated it. Dave could sense his dearest's growing body dysphoria. The issue was becoming more and more of a recurring thread in their conversations, he despised the feeling inflicted on Karkat from puberty, he is gorgeous no matter what. Dave had tried to cut that thread multiple times, remove it from the otherwise flawless tapestry of Karkat, but every time he attempted to remove one, a few more would spring up in its place. That was with talking though. Perhaps a demonstration would be better.

"Kitkat…" Dave whispered, pulling himself up, kissing his matesprit. Separating long enough to whisper against his boyfriend's lips "You're hot, and beautiful, and I love you so much." A searing kiss to emphasize his feelings. Kisses trailing on that strong neck, he could feel the muscles of his troll tense from the affectionate contact. Nervous, hesitant.

"Davey, it's not that. I just…I miss my old body is all. I know you love me no matter what and all that…I just feel alien in this body."

"What would help?"

"Nothing you can help with. I want to get rid of this bulk. I thought I would love being super strong and badass…but I just feel like a hive. I feel huge and unwieldy and shit."

"It's just part of the growing phase. Things will work out, don't worry babe." He remembered that awkward phase where he was all limbs and controlling his body felt weird. It may not be exactly what Karkat was going through, but he still understood some.

"Yeah…ugh, here I am bitching on your birthday, this should be about you. Not my shit."

"Hey, I would rather have a happy Kitkat, than a sad Kitkat trying to make me happy. Although, maybe later…we could….?"

Karkat laughed "Anything you want Davey."

"Really?"

"Really."

"….could I tie you up?"

"What?"

"I mean, I know it's kind of unfair to ask, since I freak out about that shit…but I thought, you know…we have those handcuffs, or a scarf maybe?"

"Yeah, we can try that." Karkat didn't want to admit it, but the idea of Dave being in control sounded nice. He enjoyed dominating Dave, but being the submissive would be a nice change of pace…he just hoped he wouldn't freak out. He wasn't really one for physical vulnerability if he could at all avoid, but it was Dave's birthday and he knew Dave would stop if it became too much. Besides, losing all the power might help him in some weird way. He didn't know why, but a complete loss of control…it wasn't quite the same, but it was the closest he could get in this body. He reached around to the side of his bed, there was one around here, he knew it. Picking up a soft red scarf he handed it to Dave. "Want to now?"

Dave gave him a sly smirk. Taking Karkat's wrists, he tried each to the bed post. Karkat typically slept with his shirt off, and it was moment's like this that Dave could truly appreciate it. He took his lover's form in, drinking in the sheer beauty of it. Karkat would always be beautiful to him, not pretty…no, it was a beauty in the strength that he possessed. The strength that his body was now deciding to show to the world. He dipped down kissing and nipping his way from the hollow behind his troll's ear to the waistband of his pajama pants. Karkat's panting getting quicker as he went. Little whines and stifled moans escaped every so often. "So beautiful he whispered against the grub scars. Licking them, earning a delicious arch from the one beneath him. Nipping the sensitive raised flesh, adding a small suck to each. Karkat's massive frame shaking, pulling against his restraints (what was that thing made out of? Silk? ), whining Dave's name as his lover nosed his bulge through his pants. "Please Dave….fuck….I can't….."

A barely contained whine as Dave removed the offending clothing. Taking his handand letting the bugle wrap around his wrist as he gently massaged it with his fingertips. A moan tearing out of Karkat's throat. Such wonderful sounds. God he loves this.

Karkat was loving it too, for the first time in a very long while he felt vulnerable. He was trembling and Dave was the one doing it to him. Even with his growing size Dave was still able to make him shake like a leaf, to coax embarrassing noises out of him, to dominate him completely. He didn't even realize this is what he needed. The feeling that he could still get lost with Dave. He didn't have to steer and stay in control 100% of the time. If it was one thing he learned during the game, it's that he wasn't a leader. He could lead, but not for very long and he usually fucks it up in the meantime. Despite what everyone has said or considers him to be. He can only lead so much, and then he needs a break. It becomes too much for him. Apparently in every area of life. None of his thoughts were this coherent. This sentiment was more like a feeling that encapsulated him as Dave entered his nook. Thrusts that made him sob in pleasure for his human matesprit. This feeling of complete vulnerability that he missed. So few could see this side of him, Dave and maybe Kanaya (although she has certainly never seen him in the state he is currently in).

As they relaxed into the afterglow, Dave removed the scarf and settled in. Making Karkat the little spoon in their cuddle. He whispered, "That was fantastic." His arms didn't make it completely around Karkat's waist, but for the first time in an eternity the troll didn't notice. Face nestled between the troll's shoulder blades, a contented sigh before his matesprit answered.

"Yeah" replied in an equal whisper, a little self-conscious now that he was coming down from his high.

"When we wake up you still owe me birthday French toast and a shitty movie marathon." He called them shitty, but truth was, he had grown to enjoy romcoms; minus any with Dane Cook.

"Of course."

Notes: Four chapters left.

Linda065cliva: I think so too! I almost wish this was set in our world though. I wanted to put trick or treaters coming to the door and heckling Dave for his costume and then Karkat starts yelling at them to get the fuck out of there, while Dave is laughing at his short temper. XD

Hikary Sanoko: I'm glad you liked it! ^-^