A/N:

ghefioshnyetj I said erection in this chapter.

I hope you enjoy this long-awaited chapter, as much as I enjoyed writing it, even if I did feel a little silly.

Be Gamzee ==

"This is my last week here, Tavbro." The tall boy beamed at his friend. Tavros looked up and gave Gamzee one of his rare, full, adorable smiles.

"That's, uh, great, Gamzee!" He beamed, biting his lip in a way that made gamzee have to stifle shivers running down his spine.

"True that, Tavbro! They set me up my own motherfuckin' place, too! A sweet little apartment somewhere in your town. I've seen pictures, it's the motherfuckin' bitchtits!"

"That's awesome...I guess that means, that we can hang out more often, right?" Tavros looked towards Gamzee and widened his eyes hopefully.

"Of course, Tavbro." Gamzee replied, giving his trademark goofy grin. "But, I doubt your other friends will want to all up and hang out with me."

"Huh?" Tavros looked confused. "Why wouldn't they?"

The older of two picked at his chewed nails. "'Cause I'm crazy, right?"

"Y-you're not!" Tavros gripped to Gamzee's arm. He hated it more than anything when Gamzee said things like that. Gamzee could tell he saw good in everyone.

"Yeah I am, motherfucker."

"W-well, to me, you are...just perfect." The younger boy grinned a little, his eyes creasing.

Wh...what?

Gamzee's heart almost thumped through his chest. It was like it wanted to burst out and claim his companion for itself.

Me? Perfect?

Gamzee stopped smiling abruptly, face down, lips sealed.

This can't be real...

"Gamzee? Are you, alright?" The younger boy asked, lowering his head to gaze into Gamzee's eyes. Gamzee, looked up, smiling softly. It was uncharacteristic, to say the least, that he wasn't beaming like a loon for once in his life.

"Yeah, bro. Just fine." Although that was a lie. He had never wanted to kiss another human being more in his entire lifetime.

He couldn't, however. Gamzee knew that Tavros only meant that as a friend, and if he risked doing something as risky as placing his lips on his friend's, he could risk their friendship. And if Tavros wasn't around, why should he bother living?

"Hmm..." Tavros didn't believe him; Gamzee could tell, but he didn't press on the matter. "Anyway, did you want help with, your apartment?"

"Huh?"

"Did you, uh, want help moving furniture around?"

"Oh." Gamzee nodded. "Yeah, that would be motherfuckin' bitchtits, Tavbro. But, I can do the lifting myself, you can just all up and keep me company."

"Great!" The mohawked boy grinned and giggled as Gamzee ruffled his hair fondly.

"Visiting hours are over." A tinny voice called over the intercom.

"Ah. I'll see you next week, Gamzee." Tavros stood up, with Gamzee following suit.

"Next week?" Gamzee frowned. What was happening next week?

"Yeah. I just thought that, uh, you'd need picking up? To take to your new place? I mean, it's not like you have anyone that will, pick you up...Do you?"

"Uh...nah. I'm sure I can get there okay, bro." Gamzee cocked his head to the side and smiled at the adorable boy.

"N-no! I insist! That way, I can see your new place! I-if you...want me to, that is." Tavros grinned nervously and rubbed his arm, looking to his side. Gamzee grinned widely.

"That would be motherfuckin' awesome, Tav."

The day came when Gamzee was to be let out of the institute.

Imagine, the shackles keeping him locked up were finally being unlocked. He could do anything he wanted! He could get a job, he could buy new strings for his guitar, he could even spend time with his best bro, Karkat!

But, you're not free, are you, Gamzee? The voice in his head teased. You're still a prisoner, you've still gotta take those pills...

Yeah, to keep you locked away!

But, how long will that last, kiddo? A week? A month? What if you forget? What if there's no one to remind you to take them? What then? I'll be allowed to take control.

Yeah fucking right, like I'll let that happen.

Gamzee shut the door to his room and took down the posters on his wall, frowning at the difference in colour of the wall in comparison to behind the poster.

"Has it really been that long?"

"I guess it has." The warden's voice replied behind him. Gamzee turned and smiled. The man leant agaist the doorframe and crossed his arms, silently surveying the young man.

"Hey, man."

"Hi. It's gonna be a lot quieter without you making a fuss all the goddamn time."

"Heh, ain't no motherfuckin' problem, I'll still all up and be coming in to collect my pills and medication."

"Yes, I know. I didn't say I was sad, did I?" The warden sighed. Gamzee mock offence and laughed.

"Rude! But, anyway, I'll miss you, man. Out of all of them here, you're the coolest motherfucker here."

"Thanks, I guess?" Gamzee thought he saw the glimpse of a smile, but before he could double-check, the warden's face was as miserable as it had always been.

"How can I help you, anyhow?" Gamzee asked as he packed clothes carelessly into a large suitcase, and carefully laid the posters on top, zipping it up without much difficulty.

"Your ride's here. The little latino kid is waiting in reception."

"He is? Great!" The younger picked up his guitar case and grinned down at the older gentleman as he stared disapprovingly at him. "See ya, motherfucker!"

Gamzee slid past him and walked down the corridor with his cases, feeling freer the further he walked.

This is gonna be great!

"Tavbro!" Gamzee ran towards the small figure standing at the entrance, waving.

"Gamz'!" Tavros beamed, waving in return. "Are you excited?"

"Fuck yeah!" He swung an arm around Tavros' shoulders imprudently and grinned. "So where's the ride, bro?" He looked around as if the car would drive through a wall.

"Uh, my brother's outside, in the car." Tavros directed his gaze to Gamzee's case. "Did you...want any help with that?"

"Nah bro, I'm just peachy." Gamzee smiled widely at him and pulled Tavros towards the exit.

Freedom.

"I'll be back at about nine. If you're not finished I'll bring Tav back tomorrow, alright?" Rufioh leaned out on the window of the car at looked the two teens up and down. "Don't hurt yourself." With that, he wheeled up the window and drove down the street, leaving a cloud of dust flying up from the road. Tavros looked up at Gamzee and frowned.

"Um..."

"Yeah?"

"Where is the furniture?"

"Oh!" Gamzee turned swiftly, entering the building with his case and Tavros in tow. "Yeah, the guys at the institute told me they sent the motherfuckin' boxes to one a' the neighbours. Next door, I think."

"Oh, okay." Tavros nodded. The two walked to the elevator, pressed the button and waited. After a moment of silence, Gamzee glanced to his friend and blinked as his dark blue eyes met the other's brown ones.

"W-what?" Gamzee grinned, feeling his cheeks burn. Tavros bit his chapped bottom lip and reached his calloused hand to the taller's face. As he made contact, the elevator made a shrill 'ping!' and Tavros' hand darted back. The doors opened and an old woman with her dog smiled at the two, wishing them a good afternoon, and stepped out, to presumably walk her dog.

"O-oh...The elevator!" Tavros rushed, stepping in the constricted space.

Gamzee followed, confused, and slightly disappointed.

What was he going to do?

As the two stood in the elevator and the doors slid closed, he stayed silent, hoping the other would break the tension.
Gamzee looked at his companion's boyish face, and considered what would happen if he went ahead and pressed him up against the wall and ravaged him there and then.

Maybe he could press the 'emergency stop' button and give him more time...
It would get him into trouble with the owner of the building, but...fuck it... It's not like he hadn't been patient.
He imagined what the other would taste like; judging by how the boy smelled when Gamzee dared to nuzzle his fluffy hair during their more intimate 'bro hugs', it would be of rich, bitter chocolate and intense espresso... It captured him perfectly. He imagined that Tavros' lips, although rough, would be keen and needy, fluttering under his.
If he dared to stray from the younger's lips, what kind of colour would Tavros turn if he tried to nip and suck at his jaw, or even at his neck?

How easily does this motherfucker bruise? Gamzee thought to himself, beginning to feel aware of the warm sensation forming in his stomach, as Tavros stared into space.

He considered what would happen if he went further; if he ripped the clothes off of a gasping and mewling Tavros, if he traced his pale, slender fingers inside the tanned thigh, gracing over his companion's...

Oh.

He imagined the groans the younger would make.
He imagined Tavros screaming out his name.

Fuck...

Gamzee bit his lip to avoid groaning himself, pausing as his fingertips glided over the waistband of his pants and he looked at Tavros.
Tavros, in his own world, hummed ardently and stared with half-lidded eyes at the slowly increasing number of floors.
Gamzee glanced down at the erection faintly developing in his jeans.
He cursed mentally and tugged at his hoodie, stroking the alive organ through the pockets, while looking as natural and nonchalant as was humanly possible in this situation.

I'll have'ta take care of this later.

Be Tavros ==

The younger boy felt a hot gaze on his neck as he stood in the elevator, and found it incredible how he did not squirm and blush like a virgin being taken by their lover for the first time...

...

Why the hell did he use that simile? He could have used a far better description.
He was becoming more embarrassed the further he dwelled on the subject; it did not help remotely that he had not yet forgotten that humiliatingly incredible dream.
Again, he blushed and ignored the itching desire to stroke himself through his jeans.

The elevator 'PING'ed and the doors rolled open with a squeal, earning him a wince.
He looked to Gamzee, who had his hands pressed tightly into his pockets, and a slight blush rolled over his paled cheeks.
Tavros thought it was rather cute.

The two made their way out of the elevator and down the hallway, taking note of the slightly peeling beige wallpaper and faded red carpets.

Tavros finally broke the silence. "What...uh...what number is your, apartment?" He asked, directing a gaze at Gamzee.

"Uh." The other uttered bluntly, pulling one of his hands out of his hoodie's pockets and fishing though the back pocket of his pants for a surprisingly well-kept piece of paper. He studied the scrawl on it, grinning. "413, Tavbro. The motherfucker with my stuff is on my..." He trailed off his sentence and glanced at the paper again. "...414...On my right." He grinned triumphantly, before fishing the keys out of his front pocket with the other hand inside the hoodie.

"Oh, uh... Cool! That's great, Gamz." Tavros chucked, grinning inwardly at the silly nickname.

"Love those cute-ass motherfucking sounds you be all up and making, Tavbro." Gamzee beamed, ruffling the boy's hair before he took off down the corridor. Tavros paused and frowned as he recollected what Gamzee had just said.

Cute-ass...Cute...

If Rufioh knew he was getting all hot under the collar over a few harmless, friendly words, he'd never let him hear the end of it.
Tavros sighed and started to move as Gamzee's calls for "Tavbro, my motherfucker, get over here, bro!" echoed down the hallway. His legs, or what was left of them, ached at the knees. He wasn't used to wearing these things, and he doubted he ever would be. But, for now, he knew that he had bigger things to worry about. Namely; sorting out Gamzee's apartment.

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