A/N: Sorry it took so long, guys, but here's that bonus chapter I promised.
Yeah there's smut and I think the ending's a little rushed. I'm sorry the writing sucks in this chapter, fighting through writer's block is hard.
Characters belong to Satan.
I mean. Hussie.
It isn't anywhere close to being dawn when you pry your eyes open. The room is pitch black. For a moment you can't see a damn thing, but you do know that this isn't your own bed, and this isn't your own room. It smells a little more like apples and the texture of the sheets is different and…oh yeah. You're at Dave's house.
You can feel his arms tightening around your waist, and maybe that's what woke you up. You're glad you remembered where you are so quickly, otherwise someone would have gotten very hurt. You wiggle around a little bit, checking things out, assessing your current situation. The only conclusions you can come to are that a, you are both still naked, and b, he must have cleaned you up or something because you can't feel any residual stickiness from your…adventure.
And it isn't like you to just sit back and let things happen whether you want them or not, but you manage to stifle yourself and only flip the fuck out inside your sleep-shrouded mind.
What the everloving fuck have you done, Vantas? You didn't say a word about your stupid feelings, he's going to think you're just some slut trying to get it on with the famous Dave Strider. He won't believe you have any sort of romantic feelings for him in your heart at all, despite what just happened. And what the fuck was with him anyway? Did he just…use you? Were you another fuck toy to him, is that why it was so easy? You really don't want to think that Dave would be that low. You like to believe that he's a decent guy, and that you have even a ghost of a chance with him. Until he wakes up, though, you can only lay there and mentally berate yourself for things that you aren't even sure are an issue.
Luckily, though, you don't really have to wait all that long. Dave stirs beside you, leaning in and kissing the back of your neck. You turn to him as he pulls back. A small smile rests on his face, as genuine as the one you remember from that one day a month ago when you went along with his stupid-ass jokes.
Suddenly every negative thought is gone from your mind. You don't care if he's still using you, you don't care if he likes you or not, you just roll over and pull him close again. You do resent him a little bit, because his hypersensitivity to light has kept his secret pretty well under wraps, but being the only one to know for sure makes you feel…pretty special. Hell, just being here with him like this makes you feel pretty fucking special and there's no way to deny that.
"You okay, Karkat?" Dave whispers to you softly.
You shiver at his morning voice in your ear. "I'm fine," you growl, pulling back and looking into his eyes.
And the urge to kiss him has never really been as strong as it is when you do, because he's looking at you with the most sincere and loving expression you've ever seen.
So you do it. Fuck it man, nothing is really new anymore, so you kiss him softly on the lips with no expectation that he will reciprocate. It's a pleasure when he does, though, because he's so damn good at it. So good you wouldn't be surprised if you melted into his kisses and never rematerialized.
A few moments pass with just the two of you like this, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing like there's no tomorrow. Until one or two limbs venture too far, and a well placed tug at your hair coincides with a serendipitous rub of your thigh and you're both going to lose it again, you can tell.
Dave rolls himself on top of you and you groan into his mouth, slowly moving your lips against his. He runs his long fingers through your hair. You, with some small amount of struggle, maneuver your arms down and around his waist. You feel the weight of his half-hard member against you hip, and you almost don't dare to arch your back, but you do, and he sighs hotly, leaning down to your ear.
"Can I take you, Karkat?" he whispers. You never took him for the romantic type, never expected him to ask and never dreamed he'd word it so tactfully. But you do know what it is he's asking, and you don't hesitate for long before granting him your permission with a shake of the head.
The blond licks your ear and grinds against your hip once more before pulling back and turning his eyes to where his fingers are wrapping around your semi-hard dick. He strokes you slowly up to full hardness as you watch, flushed in the face and chewing your lip. And you know he's watching you watch him, because you can feel all the intensity in those red eyes burning a hole in your head. You whimper and shift a little bit in discomfort under that gaze, but it's difficult to be too upset in a situation like this.
You remember yesterday afternoon, and how this felt then. You remember how quickly everything moved, but this time, just hours later, Dave seemed to want to take his time. You're both fully hard and he's got you squirming as he pops the cap on a bottle. At first, you don't know what it is or what it's for; all you know is that Dave is squeezing some sort of liquid into his hands. And suddenly, something tells you what it's meant for.
"Lift your hips up a little, dude," he says softly, a hand pushing your legs further apart.
You comply, but mutter a snide comment about his terminology under your breath. You haven't dared speak thus far, afraid that you might say something the opposite of what you mean to say and that all of this might end for good. But you can't really help yourself here, I mean, calling someone dude when the two of you are—
"Ohhh," you utter anxiously as a cold, slick finger penetrates you. It isn't painful, and frankly it isn't even really all that uncomfortable. It's just a new sensation, and you're not used to it. You hear him chuckle a little at your sounds as he moves the slick digit in and out. Your head falls back against the pillow with his presses and pulls.
"Dammit, Strider, this isn't something to laugh aboAUFGH!" He cuts off your protests with the addition of a second finger, definitely not comfortable and definitely a little pain. You shoot upwards, tensing, and almost knock heads with him, throwing your arms over to grip his back. He laughs again as you gasp. "Shut the fuck up, Strider! Fuck!"
You see Dave bite his lips as he works the two fingers, pushing and pulling and stretching you out. The next moment he leans to touch those lips to the base of your neck. You shiver and tense a little more, resting your head on his shoulder. He lays open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and up anywhere on your neck he can reach, and you like it, but you can't help but feel like it's a distraction. You feel the same way about it when he begins stroking your softening dick.
Sure enough, in almost no time at all, he's wiggling a third finger in there, and the three move together, slowly and shallowly at first, mainly because you screamed more profanities at him, but also to help you adjust. The thrusts get deeper and his fingers stretch a little bit at a time, and soon instead of hissing and cursing and biting his shoulder, you're moaning and purring and it isn't so painful or weird anymore. In fact, you're just about begging him for more.
"You ready, Karkitty?" he mumbles heavily in your ear. He's got to be about as anxious as you are to get to it. Your cock is throbbing, and so is your ass. And you…want it. More than you thought you were going to.
"D-don't call me Karkitty…" you whimper, wiggling your hips
"Sorry," he growls. He pulls his fingers out of you and lifts your thighs, which throws you a little off balance and you throw a hand back to support yourself. Dave shifts himself and settles between your legs. You can't help but watch with baited breath as he rolls on a condom and lubes himself up, making a passing note that he isn't as big as you thought but it'll still probably hurt.
You're damn right about that. You whine as he presses himself into you, your mind all but shutting down. "Dave," you gasp. "Dave…"
"Karkat…" He bites his lips again, eyes closing as he slowly sinks deeper. You lay down completely, drawing him deeper in the process, and soon he's as far in as he'll go. You're moaning loudly and you really just hate that he's hearing these things from you. Of course, he hears the words fuck and shit out of your mouth more times than you can count. But hearing them like this…it's different.
Dave stays where he is for a minute, until you nod for him to move. He pulls out a little only to snap his hips back against you and you yelp. You don't know what you expected, but the feelings jolting up your spine as he rocks his hips are ones for the books. He bends over you to get a better angle, resting his elbows on either side of your head. You grip his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades more and more as his thrusts grow harsher and deeper. You hate this, it's awkward, and your back is at a funky angle, and you're definitely going to hurt later, but at the same time you love it, and you want more.
It isn't long before your overly-stimulated body is tensing and you're trying so hard to be quiet that it almost physically hurts. He's huskily grunting your name in your ear, countering your own shrill utterances of his name, and then you're coming without warning.
He thrusts a few more times as your body goes weak, riding out his own orgasm that you're sure you heard him indicate with a long, drawn-out version of the word "fuck."
The sound of heavy breathing is all that can be heard as pulls out and rolls off of you. You throw your arm over your forehead, feeling limp and tired but restless at the same time. Exhilarated, even, as the adrenaline works itself out of your system. But in fucking pain. Man, maybe Dave knows how to work you, but he definitely went a little far. Or at least, you think he did.
"Fuck, Strider…" you gasp. "How…how many times have you…"
He lets out a breathy chuckle. "You'd think that's the only word you know," he teases.
You turn your head to look at him. He's staring at the ceiling, and you get the feeling he's ignoring your question. "Dave," you croak. He looks at you and you clear your throat before repeating your question. "How many times have you…done this?"
He smiles sheepishly. "I, uh. Once."
Your eyebrows shoot up. "Once?" you repeat incredulously. "You're shitting me, Strider, really?"
"Yeah," he confirms. He smiles softly at you, looking into your eyes for a moment before he sits up. "Come on, Karkat, let's get cleaned up."
You try to sit up, but an ache in your ass sends you back down. "Oww, FUCK!" you scream, falling back onto the pillow. "Hrrrnnngg no, Dave, I'll clean up later. We've got time."
He bursts into laughter as he works on getting the condom off. "Not as much as you think, bro, it's six o'clock."
"It's WHAT?" you scream. Oh, perfect. An hour. In this condition. And you didn't bring extra clothes. If anybody were to pick a day to notice you, it'd be today, because that's just how life works.
"Well, come on, Vantas, let's get moving!" he urges, walking over and lifting you into his arms. "Shit, you're heavier than I thought!"
"Dammit, you've got too much energy for just finishing off a sexual encounter, Strider," you grumble as he carries you to the bathroom.
The two of you shower together. He washes you off and shampoos your hair, and you do what he'll let you. Stubborn jackass is obsessed with his routine. The warm water relaxes your body and you can almost stand on your own by the time he turns off the water. He gives you some of his less Dave-specific clothing to wear—surprisingly it isn't too baggy—and you two are out the door just in time to make it to school on time.
"Dave, wait," you say just before you enter the school. He stops and looks back at you, his shades back in place. You fight back disappointment. "I…I love you."
He shoots you the Strider smirk (that you can tell has a tiny hint of genuine smile in there) and nods. "Go home and listen to that record I gave you."
Your name is Karkat Vantas, and against all odds, you're not alone anymore.