You move your mouse around aimlessly on your husktop, vehemently attempting to ignore everything else around you. That had yet to exclude the buzzing harmless mindbees, the way your mind kept hinting at you that KK would pester you in the next nine minutes and twenty-seven seconds and lastly that one detail that you were trying the most to forget; the snoring highblood in your recupercoon. You shuddered at the thought, not exactly from disgust but more from a rising sense of hate you were feeling more than ever towards the 'a22hole.' Well what had you expected? You guessed it was attributed to the fact that you two were now technically kismesis but you also wondered if it was due to the fact that you weren't sure if you were supposed to be feeling the slightest bit red for him.

You sighed, simultaneously shaking your head and the thoughts from it. The effect didn't really amount to any progress, in fact you only found yourself pondering it over even more. In fact the thought was beginning to haunt you so much that you felt compelled to swivel around in your chair and glare at him. Well you couldn't exactly glare at him since all of him you could see from your recuperacoon was one limp arm dangling from the entrance. So you resolved to stare fiercely at that stupid hipster's overly accessorized hand. It kind of irked you that he always wore upwards of two rings on every finger. You didn't really know why though because his moronic fashion sense was whatever the fuck he so well damn chose and hell if you gave one allegorically rationalized thought about how he dressed his gogdamned self.

You facepalmed. A mere x2 combo yet you knew why you were choosing to get too overworked about his fashion sense. It was your damn subconscious, it was. Here you were trying to push that thought, that thought, from your mind and then your asshole of a double mind was cruelly shoving these ideas towards you. You groaned at the memory of how difficult it had been to remove his scarf, his cape, his sweater, his belt, hi- I mean really? He needed to wear that many frivolous article of clothing?

Your husktop chimed that characteristic tone of a new pester currently lighting your interest and abruptly distracting your thoughts. So apparently the nine minutes and twenty-seven seconds you had set aside for torturing your own thoughts had passed; faster than you had presumed it would too. Your anger evaporated as you quickly swiveled around in your chair back to your husktop. No wonder kk thought you were bipolar.

You knew who it was, how angry he would be and why he would pester you even before you mouse clicked the smiling yellow idiot in the corner of your blinking screen. Like you had said earlier, you knew over nine minutes ago. Perk2 of beiing a Ψiioniic you reasoned with an annoyed groan.

However you weren't going to reply just yet. You knew how hilariously furious and rage filled KK could get when denied your assistance. You leaned back in your chair and clasped your hands behind your head to relax and enjoy the show. You didn't really care that he would be next to impossible to work with once he got really angry. Good thing you were an exceptional expert in all things Karkat Vantas fury and more importantly how to judge the Cancer's antagonism. You might have been a tad too confident in your abilities…

- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began pestering twinArmageddons [TA] -

CG: CAPTOR.

CG: SOLLUX. GET THE FUCK UP AND ANSWER ME.

CG: YOU IGNORANT TWIN DICKED BASTARD I KNOW YOU SEE THIS

CG: YOU REALIZE YOU ARE CAUSING ME GREAT UNADULTERATED AND FURTHERMORE UNNECESSARY IRRITATION THROUGH YOU SHITTY LITTLE REBELLIOUSLY DEFIANT ACT TO PURPOSLY NEGLECT MY IMMINENT CONVERSATION WITH YOU.

CG: SOLLUX. ANSWER. I NEED YOU FOR SOMETHING

CG: GOG FUCKING DAMNIT ANSWER ME YOU BALL CHAFFING NOOKSUCKER.

TA: hey kk

CG: FOR FUCKS SAKE SOLLUX

TA: what do you need thii2 tiime?

TA: gz fuck up your computer agaiin?

TA: or ii2 my ha2 my 2ollux charm…

TA: 'captor'ed you?

CG: OH MY FUCKING GOG.

CG: DID YOU LITERALLY JUST UTTER THOSE MASSIVELY BRAIN CELL DEPLETING WORDS

TA: ye2.

TA: ii diid.

- carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased pestering twinArmageddons [TA] –

You snicker at his predicable reaction. To be honest the conversation was not supposed to go like this. Again, as you had said you were fully aware of what he wanted as well as the exact course and direction the conversation would take. 'ii cant come over riight now, kk.' 'WHY THE FUCK NOT?' 'bu2y.' he would be instantly provoked since you couldn't come over to your best friends hive. It wasn't that exactly didn't want to; you just didn't want to leave ED here alone in your hive. You knew the persistent highblood would probably poke around your hive; mess with your stuff and do something tremendously inconsiderately bothersome. Something to infuriate you, no less.

So it was understandable that you had cut the conversation short although maybe a little less than pleasing for your friend. You shrugged, moving a hand to slowly massage your left temple that was the symptoms of a horrid headache sneaking up on you from out of nowhere. It could have been caused by the fact that you still didn't have your shades. You didn't really think they would be retrieved from the depths any time soon, to be honest. Besides, if the current hadn't washed them out they would still be all salty, sandy, and generally displeasing. Maybe you could ask Kanaya to craft you a new pair; she was rather nifty with such fashionable items.

You groaned and considered pestering kk back again. You were beginning to wonder if you really did in fact want to be here when ED woke up and no doubt decided to confront you about the previous night. You were positive he would. No, you hadn't had some wayward premonition or gratifying sense of mental indication you just knew how he acted. You would probably do the same if you we in his position. Not that you wanted to be in his position…

"Sssooooollll?" you jumped at the sudden sound inches from your sensitive ear. In fact it startled you so bad you quickly swiveled around in your chair after giving a frightened gasp. He stood there smirking at your astonished expression all the while his features had taken on one of the upmost triumph at knowing he'd surprised you. You blinked a few times, to clear your slightly blurred vision since he was so close and you lacked your glasses. You felt your anger returning; a furnace blazing to life once more that provoked an intense glare directed straight towards him.

"What the hell ii2 wrong wiith you, ED?" you snapped at him as he gripped both arm rests of your chair and slowly leaned forward till he was mere inches from your face. You were forced to stare into his purple hued eyes just as he gazed into your red and blue ones. You marveled at the marginal glow it cast on his features and the odd way the dueling light pooled in the once shadows of his face. He was wearing his hipster glasses. Or his sweater, you noticed shyly. Well, at least he was wearing his moronic striped pants.

"Nothing really. You?" he replied cocking his head to the side slightly giving you an incredulous look that made you intensify your glare. He only morphed his feigned dubious expression into one of desire while he suddenly moved to sit astride you. "Eriidan!" Your chair creaked slightly when he shifted his weight so that his long legs could dangle from the opposite sides of you. You dug your nails into his sides when he casually crossed his arms around your neck, letting his elbows rest on your shoulders.

"wwhat's wwrong Sol?" he asked when you tried to move away from his, squirming under him while he stared back at you with a genuine look of superiority plastered to his face. You blushed slightly when his look of dominance left his face to be replaced with one of pain without warning. You hadn't realized that your grasp had moved upwards and now your nails were digging into the sensitive gills under his ribs.

You grinned a bit at the way he ground his teeth and then glared back at you furiously. "2omethiing wrong?" you slowly asked, letting each word drop from your tongue like smooth silk. You knew he was gripping the back of your chair with white-knuckled fists the same way you knew he curled his toes in the unexpected pain. You weren't exactly positive on how to treat ones kismesis but you understood why he wasn't fighting you or pulling away.

A strained hiss escaped his parted lips when you dug your nail in deeper and felt him tensing. You wondered how painful it really was and figured it must be like strangling someone or hell you didn't know, poking a lung? So you began to gradually lessen the pressure on his gills and then just to make things a tad more difficult for him you unexpectedly forced your lips over his. The gasp of surprise and relief that was forced into the air was muffled by your mouth when you removed the digits of your hands from his sides.

Of course he would get his little token of revenge; you thought when the hands that had been clasped behind your head decided to get unreasonably tangled in your hair. You snickered against his mouth when his fingers harshly pulled at your hair attempting to invoke pain. Never the less it did hurt but you found his retaliation rather…pathetic.

However the cruel manner in which he abruptly grasped a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back wasn't as dismal. The pleasurable gasping cry that erupting from your lips almost made you shudder in the same fashion it did the one who had enticed it with the unmerciful action. In fact you had heard your neck pop at the force he had used to wrench your head back not to mention how it struck the back of your chair. But you got a little distracted by the languid way he had began to decorate your neck with tormenting nips.

His teeth lightly bit into the soft flesh of your throat yet not enough to draw blood. Just enough to make you tense in alarm before a jagged shiver of ecstasy leapt down your spine. When he felt the elation rip through your body he quickly drew back to watch the express on your face turn to bliss. Pervert. You thought as he grinned satisfied with the way your bottom lip trembled and your eyes narrowed to enticed slits.

His hand remained grasping the healthy fistful of your hair while the other snaked around to lightly grip your chin as he teasingly as he used your current high to languidly open your mouth with one finger. You had already hatched your plan for vengeance before the solo digit traced the line of your bottom lip and then leisurely skipped along the points of your exceedingly pointed teeth. "Sharp." He mocked and you knew he was referring to how they were so remarkably sharp that they gave you your typically characteristic lisp.

His cunning smirk disappeared from his face when you bit down on the unfortunate index finger. The yelp of astonished pain that made him jump wouldn't be complete without the surprised expression that crossed his features before being replaced with anger. You could taste his purple blood on your tongue even before your lips closed around the trapped, bleeding digit and you began to enticingly massage your tongue around the wounded finger.

The anger was replaced with a blatant covetousness you stared down with your immensely severe gaze. It was an absolutely lustful look you held him with before he slowly pulled his finger from your mouth. The tip of your tongue darted out to snag a tiny drop of mauve blood that was seconds from falling had your forked tongue not arrested it. He recoiled his hand and swallowed past the lump in his throat. Just seeing the dangerous desire on your face had a nervous blush lighting his cheeks and making the fierce grip he had had on your hair lessen.

"S-sol…?" he stuttered seconds before you reached you to grasp either sides of his face and pull him down to you. His wide eyes stared into your narrowed ones for the slightest moment once you had forced your mouth over his. You bit down on his bottom lip, simultaneously receiving a yowl of pain and your chance to intensify the kiss by allowing your tongue to work its way into his parted lips. That's when the incredibly irritating tone of your pesterchum chiming interrupted your thoughts.

Your felt him trying to pull away so you quickly moved your hands to grasp the finlike ears on either sides of his face and pulling him closer. He groaned and dug his nails into your shoulders to get your attention. You thought better and hastily broke away to glare at him.

"It's Fef." He replied blushing but you barely heard him since you had resolved to burring your head into his neck. He leaned forward to reach around the chair to move your mouse to click on your pesterchum message. You didn't mind, seeing how you were very busy leaving the soon to be most noticeable hickie ever on his collarbone. You wrapped your arms around his waist while you tongue continued to massage the area your mouth had deemed a hazardous flesh zone and was now sucking away contently.

"She found my harpoon and no me so- ahh! Wwatch it!" he hissed when you bit down slightly before clearing his throat and continuing. "s-she wwas going to my hivve to find me wwhen she saw your glasses." You were satisfied that he was rather distracted by your attempts but never the less your felt him go on. At east this time your were actually kind of listening.

"She thinks something happened betwween us." He hastily swallowed again before leaning back, breaking your contact on his flesh. The look in his eye told you everything; well iit'2 a good thiing he wear2 2weater2… you thought eyeing the darkened area on his collarbone. But when he forcedly griped your chin and yanked your eyes level with his your grin turned to a devious smirk.

"wwhat if Fef thinks wwe-" you interrupted him with a dismissive groan before you irritably said. "2he ju2t thiink2 we killed each other or 2omethiing." He narrowed his eyes at you so after you'd licked your lips you added hurriedly. "Don't blame her for beiing concerned…"

His lips parted in a slight smirk before he gave a light chuckle that provoked your own wicked grin. "should she be?" He inquired with a shift of the hips that practically made you go crazy with anticipation. Your only reply was a exceptionally lust filled gaze and an up turning of your lips in a maliciously greedy expression.

"ye2…and 2o 2hould you, ED."