A/N: Fifth Chapter!

I am so sorry for the lateness! I've been pretty ill as of late...

How I've managed to get this far, I shall never know.

Thank you for all of your support!

I wrote this whilst listening to Area 11's 'All The Lights In The Sky', specifically 'Euphemia' and 'Vectors' (made famous for being the Yogscast outro) .

I highly recommend them. They are perfect. I need to buy the album methinks.

ALSO, I'm putting a Rufioh p.o.v. in this! I love him to bits, he's so cool xD

Oh, Mr. Rufioh! *swoooon*

Also in Rufioh and Horuss' chat on pesterChum, I'm removing the prefix Horuss uses. It makes me feel uncomfortable ;-;

That's all!

Be Tavros ==

Dreaming sequence

One step...

Two steps...

Three.

Where am I? Tavros thought sleepily as he walked further and further into the dark abyss. It scared him, of course, but since there were no imposing threats, he continued on. He was younger, he noticed, and his legs were normal. They always were in dreams.

"Tavros!" A voice called. He turned to see who was calling him.

"Dad?" Tavros beamed. "Dad!" He ran towards the man, who beamed. Suddenly, the sound of wheels screeching and people screaming was heard, and Tavros could see nothing but a bright light.

"Tavros!" His father screamed, reaching towards him. Tavros outstretched his arm desperately, before feeling a searing pain.

Then,

Darkness.

The dream wasn't over yet.

Tavros opened his eyes and he was pinned up against a wall by someone, his face was hot and his heart was pumping. The figure holding him down was tall and attractive. They looked at Tavros with an alluring gaze.

"Having fun, motherfucker?" That someone smirked, their indigo eyes gleaming with carnal desire.

"Gamzee-ee~!" Tavros was cut off as Gamzee leant close to his jawline and started to suck at his neck, working on what would probably become a painful hickey, and a reminder of a moment of passion.

"Is there a problem, Tavbro?" Gamzee breathed close to the boy's ear, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

"I-" Tavros was cut short as Gamzee leant to kiss him on the lips, pushing his tongue into the other's mouth and probing through it, fighting with the other's flicking tongue.

Oh my God I'm kissing Gamzee and I can't move and-

What is he doing!?

Gamzee, who had by then removed his tongue from Tavros' mouth, grazed his palm over the tenting in Tavros' jeans.

"A little excited, huh?" Gamzee growled seductively, brushing his lips across the smaller boy's jawline. Tavros' breathing hitched, inhaling quickly. "I'ma make sure you enjoy this, Tav..."

A hand quickly and deftly started to unbuckle his belt.

"Gamzee..." Tavros choked as the taller squeezed the developing bulge that was forming. "Ga-!"

"-mzee!" Tavros flew up to a sitting position in his bed; panting and sweating. He looked around at his alarm clock.

'05:22 A.M.'

Tavros groaned- He had been getting dreams about his father for as long as he could remember, yet he couldn't understand why a dream of Gamzee, about something to do with that had suddenly appeared.

He switched on the light and yawned. There was really no point in going to sleep now. He looked down to push the duvet off of himself, and froze.

"No..."

The sheets were sticky.

Oh for God's sake.

He got out of bed and gasped slightly in pain as the prosthetics gave away to the sudden action. He stood properly and hastily pulled off the duvet cover, bundling it in his arms. Now he just had to get to the kitchen and put the cover in the washing machine without Rufioh finding out. Which, if Rufioh's hearing was as it always was, would be a near impossible feat.

He slowly opened his door with an almost inaudible creak and glanced down the dark hallway; it hadn't yet become light, and Tavros slowly advanced out of his room, shuffling with difficulty and slight pain to the stairs.

The stairs... He cursed mentally as he took one unsure, uneasy step onto the stair.

So far, so goo-

It made an unearthly creaking noise, and Tavros bit his lip anxiously as he turned his head and peered down the quiet hallway.

So far, so good.

He made it down the rest of the stairs and walked on the cold floorboards to the kitchen. He closed the door behind him to allow himself more time to put the cover in the machine, and he turned it on.

"Good..." He smiled in relief as the duvet cover started to spin in a mindless rhythm and he straightened up.

Turning, he walked to the door, twisting the handle and pulling. Tavros came face to face with the bare chest of his older brother.

"Bit early to be doing laundry, huh?" A coy, patronizing voice rung directly in front of him. He looked up, to see his brother's sleepy face and dishevelled hair.

"Erm...Yes, but, I like doing laundry...Early..."

"Is that so?" Rufioh grinned condescendingly and he leant over to make his face level with that of his younger brother's. "Well, why was it specifically your duvet only?"

Tavros felt his face grow red. He couldn't possibly tell his brother why he was washing it in the first place...

"I...uh..."

"Hey, Buddy. Can I ask you something?" Rufioh scratched the back of his neck and yawned.

"I...guess so?" Tavros replied.

"Do you...have any 'special feelings' for Gamzee?"

S-special..?

"N-not that I know of, no..." Tavros stammered, trying to push the thought of the dream out of his head.

"Because, if you do, that's totally cool! He's a cool guy, he'll treat you well." Rufioh placed his hand on the smaller's shoulder reassuringly.

"I don't...have any feelings for him, romantic or otherwise. He's a friend, that's all!" Tavros stepped away from Rufioh's hand. "I'm...going to go upstairs."

"Oh...okay, kiddo." Rufioh looked at Tavros as he pushed past him and made his way up the stairs.

Be Rufioh ==

You are Rufioh Nitram. And you're a pretty chill dude.

Well, most of the time.

Recently, you've been worried about your little brother, Tavros.

He's been...distracted.

And you fear that it's because of a certain 'Makara'.

Not that it's a bad thing, but...

You watched as Tavros pushed past you and walked up the stairs.

You wanted to help him, but...

The kid's so independent.

You sighed a little and stretched. You knew exactly why he was washing his duvet. You went through the same thing.

"No use going to sleep." You sighed. You walked back upstairs and into your room, and pulled open your drawer, proceeding to pull out a pair of trousers that had so many rips, they hardly deserved to be called trousers. You sat at your desk and turned on your laptop, logging onto pesterchum.

One name stood out among the rest.

"Up early as usual..."

RUFIOH began pestering HORUSS

RUFIOH: hey hot stuff };)

HORUSS: Good morning, would it be e%tremely rude as to enquire why are you up so early?

RUFIOH: 1 th1nk tav had a l1ttle acc1dent

HORUSS: An "accident"? What are you referring to?

RUFIOH: yeah, an 'acc1dent'

RUFIOH: 'that' k1nd of acc1dent

HORUSS: Oh, I see

HORUSS: Is this regarding the younger Makara?

RUFIOH: 1 th1nk so

RUFIOH: 1'm just a l1ttle worr1ed about what th1s could turn 1nto

HORUSS: I'm sure that there will be no problem. After all, I am fairly certain that your younger brother will not HORSE around at any point.

RUGIOH: 1 guess so

HORUSS: Do not feel so bl00, it makes me ine%plicably sad.

RUFIOH: 1 wont dont worry

RUFIOH: ...

RUFIOH: horuss?

HORUSS: afdfuipbre

RUFIOH: you fell asleep on your keyboard aga1n d1dnt you

RUFIOH: 1ll speak to you later

RUFIOH ceased pestering HORUSS

Be Tavros ==

It is difficult to concentrate on anything if something is on your mind.

In Tavros' case, it was Gamzee who was on his.

He sat at the table where he had lunch and twirled the spaghetti he neglected to eat thoughtfully as Nepeta chattered on and on about a recent roleplaying session she had with Aradia.

"...And then, I pounced on the bad guy, and then he died, and then we both went up a level! It was pawsitively awesome!" She threw her arms into the air to emphasize how amazing what she was talking about was.

"Cool..."

"And when we went to the castle, and-" Nepeta stopped to look carefully at Tavros. "Tavrrros? Are you feeling okay?"

"Huh..?" Tavros mumbled unattentively. Nepeta tapped him on the head with a spoon irritably. "Ouch! What?"

"You seem a little off. Are you sick?"

"No..."

"Is Vurrriska being mean to you? Would you like me to 'talk' to her?" Nepeta mimed air quotes when she said the words 'talk'. This would most likely result in some sort of 'cat fight'. (A/N: I'm terrible.)

"No, it's not that at all! D-don't worry, please." Tavros stammered, waving his hands slightly. Equius watched silently, hiding a small smirk at the ridiculousness of the situation. He had already discovered from his elder brother what had happened to Tavros that morning.

"Nepeta, I would STRONGLY suggest that you cease pestering Nitram, perhaps he is just extremely tired." He interrupted Nepeta's angry squeals calmly.

"Don't be a butt, Equius! I'm planning a purrfect revenge tactic!"

Tavros was already back to daydreaming by then.

What if... that really did happen? Would that really be, so bad?

Tavros felt his cheeks grow hot and a curious feeling pool in his abdomen.

No, no, no! Gamzee is my friend! Nothing more!

However, Tavros could not help the subconscious desire for his best friend, lingering in the back of his mind.

A/N: Sorry for the awful chapter! I wanted to finish it quickly so I could start on the next chapter...

Next one will be better, promise!