A/N: Wow, that took longer than necessary to type up. Sorry for the delay! I didn't have as many people checking it this time around, so make sure to tell me if you see any errors or inconsistencies. I'm just gonna disregard all of the people asking for smut and wait until the end of the story. /shades Keep in mind I haven't written this before, so sorry if it blatantly sucks.

On normal circumstances, I would be all for stewing on my plans for a few hours.

Right now, not so much.

I feel like Sollux is everywhere. In my head and all around me. I can barely keep a coherent thought in my head. I wonder how he became such an infuriatingly good kisser. My knees buckle, as he pushes me back against the wall, Trying and failing to keep up with the nipping teeth and sharp claws that are taking over my fucking think pan, I growl, but it only comes out as a needy goddamn whine. Way to be manly, Eridan. Way to be manly. My ringed fingers snake up his back, gripping into his hair and pulling.

Now that I think about it, this is going kind of fast.

Not that I mind, but maybe I should stop him?

Fuck it.

I succeed in growling this time, the deep rumble buzzing around both of us as we trade spit, bite, scratch, anything. Finally giving up on figuring this out, I wrap my leg around his knees, attempting not to come off as too desperate. No matter what people call me, I am not in any way yearning for a mustard bloods touch. Not in any way whatsoever. I don't even know what to do with myself as he deepens the kiss, pulling as close to me as possible and drinking me in. I couldn't stop the helpless keens building in my lungs, flowing out in little whimpers and hisses. There isn't much I can do. Not anymore, at least. The fucker clinging onto me already has the upper hand. I don't really have much of a problem with that, but it is a major hit to my pride.

That doesn't matter Ampora.

He is WILLINGLY kissing you.

Sometimes I think I should probably be a bit less self-pitying.

I'm still really fucking confused.

I mean, I thought it was completely platonic, but as soon as he punches me in the gut, I'm totally down for sex?

Not that I mind, but maybe I should stop?

Fuck it.

I grind him against the wall, relishing in his quiet moans of pleasure and pain. I smirk sadistically into the kiss, slowly sliding my fingers up through his shirt. I map his mouth out with my tongue, lapping at his teeth and watching him become a goopy mess.

Stupid ED.

How is it possible to be both repulsive yet attractive?

While one of my hands slides along the gills along his ribcage, my other hand slips into those ridiculous striped pants. I grin wolfishly, breaking the kiss and moving to nibble on one of the fins still stretched wide. Just a bit of bite won't hurt.

How bad could I possibly be?

Hearing him gasp, I brush the flaps of skin framing his ribcage. I dip my fingers inside, chuckling darkly as he stiffens, holding his breath as I trail my mouth down further to bite into the crux of his neck and shoulder. Releasing my grip, I lick it once before moving to the other shoulder to give it the same treatment.

Woah, I didn't notice that this could be good.

I mean, it isn't like ED is ugly or anything, but I just never gave him the time of day. He is pretty much a jerk to everyone anyway. What's the point in that? Especially-

There goes that train of thought.

Capey over here is scraping his fingernails down my horns, sending tiny little shivers through my body. I bite my lip to stifle a surprised moan, using the hand down ED's pants to pull his hips into mine, grinding our growing bulges together.

We both cry out, and wow is it hot in this hallway.

My lip is bruised from me biting it, and my glasses are fogged up from the heat.

Did I miss the lesson on how to be REALLY good at foreplay?

Because holy fucking shit.

Sol is breaking away now, unbuttoning both of our jeans before leaning back in for another fucking deep kiss. My hands descend down his back, leaving angry claw marks. Gripping his hips, I pull him closer to me, an extra layer of clothing subtracted from the equation.

Oh.

I suck in a breath, my nails digging into Sol's hips. He seems unaffected, the bastard. His thin fingers are dragging along my gills, making me harder and harder by the second. I gasp, reaching up and pushing him away for a moment. Jegus dicks. Blinking a few times to regain some fucking coherent thoughts, I watch his lips curl into a smirk.

"S-Sol, w-we should probably, uh." I swallow thickly, licking my lips. What did I need again?

"Bucket?" He coos flatly, no evidence of distress. Fucking bastard.