Fourth chapter already!?

Thank you for the continued support, guys.

Finally, the chapter that Gamzee and Tavros meet!

A little bit of adorableness and what-not!

Enjoy~

Be Tavros==

Tavros had somehow convinced his brother to drive him to The Institution later that day. he decided to style his dark brown faux hawk that day. he wore a blue t-shirt and a dark, unbuttoned shirt with black loose jeans and sneakers. He sat in the front of the strangely silent car (Rufioh was nursing the 'Mother of all Hangovers') and stared out of the window at the passing bottle-green foliage with disinterest.

"So," Rufioh finally broke the peaceful silence. "This guy."

"I-it's not what you think!" Tavros stammered, blushing up to his ears.

"If it wasn't." Rufioh pulled up at an intersection and looked at his younger brother smugly. "You wouldn't be blushing."

He reached over and ruffled the boy's hair and grinned. "No worries, little man. It's not like I'm in any position to judge."

"You're over thinking things. I'm not gay." Tavros said gruffly, and he turned to look back out of the window. He covered his burning cheeks with his hands as the light went green, and the car sped off.

"I'm not sure if I want to, go through with this, actually, Rufioh." Tavros mumbled as they pulled up to the nice, if rather clinical-looking whitish building.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that!" Rufioh grinned. "You never know, he could be a totally awesome dude. I mean, you do think a lot of him, and considering the fact that you dolled yourself up, it would seem like a waste."

Tavros grumbled but agreed. "Yeah. I guess you're right."

"Do you want me to come in with you?" The older brother asked.

"Um, no." The younger replied. "I'm fine." And he smiled a reassuring smile to quell his brother's worry.

"If you say so, Tav." Rufioh's smile wavered, concerned. He opened the car door and helped tavros to slowly stand up on his fake legs.

"I'll see you in about two hours. Alright?" His brother ruffled his hair again and got back into the car, and drove away, leaving Tavros standing alone outside the slowly opening gates.

"Two hours..."

Be Gamzee ==

He isn't coming...

Shut up.

Gamzee sat at a computer desk, facing the screenholding his head in his hands

He isn't motherfuckin' coming...

Shut up!

Gamzee felt useless and angry; He had convinced himself that Tavros wasn't actually coming, and that he had just lied, to spare his feelings.

He had even made an effort (well, he had raked a brush through his knotty hair and put on a clean shirt, if that counts) to look his best for his Tavbro.

My Tavbro...

Gamzee smiled a little, savouring the thought. What would happen if he did have Tavros to call him own?

Stupid... you don't even know what the little motherfucker looks like.

Be motherfuckin' quiet.

Nevertheless, they could have so much fun together, they could go on dates, and hang out, and drink the 'wicked elixir' and hug, and kiss, and maybe have sloppy make outs...and maybe...

A tap on the shoulder interrupted his lewd thoughts. "Uh, excuse me but...are you...Gamzee?" A small, quiet and shy voice asked him.

"Not now, motherfucker, I'm thinking..." He flapped his hand at the stranger.

"I thought that...it was...heh...I'm Tavros Nitram." The voice laughed nervously, and Gamzee sat around quickly. Before him stood a small (about 5"6 to his 6") Latino boy, with a dark brown faux hawk, and golden brown eyes with long brown eyelashes. His honey coloured skin was slightly blushed with nervousness as he introduced himself.

"O-oh...Well, hey Tavbro!" Gamzee grinned his trademark smile and stood up, towering over Tavros.

"Hi..." Tavros smiled back.

Motherfuckin' adorable...

"It's motherfuckin' bitchtits that we can finally hang out, right?" Gamzee continued to smile. Tavros laughed and relaxed his shoulders a bit.

"Y-yeah...bitchtits indeed..." Tavros giggled. The two sat at a table and Gamzee looked at Tavros, smiling.

"W-what?" Tavros asked nervously, his blush spreading adorably.

"I wanna hear about you. Tell me about yourself, Tavbro."

"But...you already know a lot about me."

"I want to hear it again. I like your voice, motherfucker." Gamzee grinned, almost coyly.

His face turned an almost inhuman shade of red. "R-really?"

"Really. It's full of miracles, Tavbro." Gamzee confirmed, meaning every word.

Tavros proceeded to talk about himself again, and Gamzee listened closely, laughing a little and adding in a 'bitchtits' or 'motherfuckin' miracles' every so often.

"I'll be motherfuckin' honest with you, Tavbro." Gamzee began, as they chatted and smiled like old friends.

"Uh...why?" He replied, confused. "What's wrong?"

Gamzee closed his mouth, unsure of whether to continue.

"Gamzee?" Tav prompted.

"Um..." Gamzee grinned a little, shyly, uncharacteristically. "I really like you."

Tavros beamed. "Thanks, Gamzee! I like you too!"

No... you don't get it.

I really like you,

I really do...

Gamzee leant over the table.

"I-"

"Tav?" A voice asked. Tavros turned and beamed as he stood up and ran to a pretty girl with raven black hair, red lips, and a calm demeanour.

"Aradia! Uh, hi!" He embraced the girl and Gamzee felt his heart sink.

Is that his girlfriend?

"Hello. What are you doing here?" She asked, looking towards Gamzee with a delicately raised eyebrow.

"I'm visiting my friend. Gamzee, I told you about him." Tavros turned to him also and beamed, motioning him over. Gamzee walked over and stood beside Tavros, towering above them.

"Oh, so you're Gamzee?" Aradia smiled kindly. "I have heard a lot about you."

"Really? Motherfuckin' bitchtits. What's your name, sis?" Gamzee tried to hide his hurt regarding Tavros' potential lack of availability.

"My name is Aradia Megido. I'm Tavros' friend."

Friend? Just friend?

That's right, nobody wants you, you piece of shit.

Gamzee ignored the voice that had tortured his slowly sobering brain, and made a mental note to take his pills later.

"What are you, doing here?" Tavros asked.

"I'm here with Sollux, we're picking up his brother's medication. Speaking of which," Aradia looked behind her shoulder. "Where is Sollux?"

"AD, I've got the medication. Letth' go." A boy, slightly taller than Aradia, but still shorter than Gamzee, walked up, blinking his bi-coloured eyes boredly. He looked at Tavros and gave a small nod.

"Thup, TV." He said, making Gamzee grin inwardly at the awkward lisp.

"Hi, Sollux." Sollux curled his hand into Aradia's and looked silently at Gamzee, before turning and exiting out of the door, Aradia calling a "Goodbye, Tav! See you on pesterChum!"

"Uh, bye!" Tavros waved and turned back to Gamzee. "What were you going to tell me?" Gamzee simply brought him into a warm embrace, resting his head on the top of the smaller male's head.

Tavbro, you smell so motherfuckin' good...

"G-g-g..." Tavros could barely form the word out of sheer surprise. Maybe he wan't used to being touched. "G-gamzee..." Tavros gulped a little, shakily. "What are, you doing?"

Gamzee chuckled. "It's a hug. You're my motherfuckin' bro, right? Bros give each other hugs."

"Oh..." Tavros mumbled, and Gamzee felt two thin arms snake around his waist. He grinned even more.

"Well well well, What is it we have here?" A bemused, slightly coy voice remarked. Tavros twisted out of his grasp and grumbled a bit.

A man, whom Gamzee guessed was Tavros' brother, by the way his brown eyes shined brightly, and the way his tanned spanish skin was complimented by his inky black hair (which was dyed with bright, bloody red).

"Rufioh...Why didn't you call?" Tavros frowned, breaking from Gamzee's warm embrace. Rufioh grinned a little and walked up to Gamzee, looking him up and down.

"So, you're Makara, huh?" Rufioh asked as he scratched his chin. Gamzee felt himself becoming more and more uncomfortable with the stare.

"Yeah, Gamzee Makara. You must be Tavbro's brother, right?" Gamzee asked, grinning to hide his discomfort.

Rufoh stepped back, smirking and satisfied. "That's me. I went to school with your older brother Kurloz, you know."

Gamzee's eyes lit up. "You did? How the fuck is my big bro, huh?" Gamzee smiled, happy.

"Uh..." Rufioh's smile faltered a bit. "We, uh, stopped talking."

Stopped? But, Kurloz never stopped talking.

"Oh..." Gamzee's smile dropped also, just as Rufioh's picked up again.

"Tav, go to the car, okay?" Rufioh turned to Tavros, who looked at him in mild confusion.

"Uh, why?"

"Just go, I wanna talk to your 'friend'." Rufioh replied, and Tavros nodded reluctantly.

"Um...bye, Gamzee. I'll speak to you later." Gamzee smiled and nodded, trying to decide whether or not another hug was within Tavros' comfort zone. To his surprise, the smaller boy pulled towards him and hugged his waist tightly.

"See you..." Tavros ducked away and out of the room, looking down to hide the obvious red blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Later, Tavbro." Gamzee waved at the smaller boy, and diverted his attention back at the boy's older brother. The man was only slightly shorter than Gamzee, which made him pretty tall.

"So." The man started, directing the taller to a pair of seats facing each other. He sat, cross legged, and arms crossed on his chest. Kind of like a Native American. "You and my brother."

Gamzee's heart stopped. "What about Tavbro and me?"

"You like him, don't you."

Oh shit

"Yeah, uh..." Gamzee felt uncomfortable again. Damn, what was this guy doing to make him feel so uneasy? "He's a wicked bro."

"No, you like like him." Rufioh started to smirk.

You're fucking enjoying this, aren't you, motherfucker?

You should punch his motherfuckin' face. That'll teach him a lesson!

Go away...

"What do...you mean, motherfucker?" Gamzee grinned, annoyed.

Rufioh sighed. "I get it, my brother is cute. Doll cute. I can see why you would like him so much."

Gamzee sighed, defeated. "Fine, you win." He held up his hands in defeat and laughed again. "I do."

Rufioh grinned. "Knew it. It's so obvious, but my kid brother is so dense, he doesn't notice your obvious pick ups."

"How would you..?"

"Tavros has less privacy than he thinks." Rufioh smirked. "The point is, I like you, kid."

"Thanks."

"And I think he likes you too."

Gamzee smiled more than he thought was humanly possible.

"He does!?"

"Yeah. I can tell. He just doesn't know it yet." Rufioh stood again and smiled. "Good luck." Gamzee stood up too, and walked with the older man to the doors.

"Thank you."

"You have my blessing, kiddo." The older man ruffled the younger's black hair and grinned. "Catch you around." And he left.

Gamzee could do nothing but smile to himself and he logged onto a computer immediately and began to pester Karkat.

terminallyCapricious began pestering carcinoGeneticist

TC: He LiKeS mE

TC: AnD i HuGgEd HiM

TC: He'S sO mOtHeRfUcKiN' cUtE aNd WaRm

TC: I tHiNk I'm In LoVe :o)

CG: ...

CG: YOU DO KNOW THAT I DON'T CARE RIGHT?

TC: HeH, yEaH BeStFrIeNd, I kNoW :o)

CG: ...CONGRATULATIONS

CG: I WISH YOU THE BEST

carcinoGeneticist ceased pestering terminallyCapricious

Love.

I'm in motherfuckin' love.

A/N: Dawh.