Story #02. Gamzee x Karkat. Word Count: 1392. Requested by "pizzaandcookies".

A low chuckle, followed by a honk, echoed through the vents. Overhead of him hovered Gamzee, leaving Karkat nothing to look at but hooded eyes. He swallowed hard.

"Gamzee," he choked, uncharacteristically bashful now that he was faced with the anticipation of copulation with his best friend. He searched his eyes silently.

"Yeah, brother?"

"I don't want you to think that just because we're about to stimulate each other's fuckin' crotch nerves, it means we're more than moirails. Because that is definitely not the case, and, I know you need this right now, I understand, and you can be as rough as you want, whatever, just-"

"Nobody wants to all up and hear that quadrant noise, best friend," the highblood jokingly rolls his eyes, a dopey smile upon his lips. "We're just all around gettin' our motherfuckin' intimacy on, all platonic-wise and whatnot."

"Are you sure?"

"We best moirails, bro, but I ain't got no flushed feelings for you," Gamzee lied, his eyes remaining on Karkat's and his smile broadening. He wasn't about to tell his best bro that he maybe harbored romantic feelings of the red sort for his pale pal, so he decided to keep that to himself. A flicker of guilt squeezed his stomach, pressing into him until his eyebrows scrunched.

The mutantblood gave a shaky exhale before lifting his hands, cupping Gamzee's jaw and pulling him down into a kiss. Their lips tangled for a while, the feelings shooting straight to Karkat's loins. Gamzee's bulge began to press uncomfortably against his pants, trying hard to free itself.

"Ugh," Karkat grunted, pulling from the kiss.

"You okay, brother?" Gamzee surveyed his partner as his hands traveled down to his pants, slipping a thumb into his own pants and boxers. He began to slip them over his bulge, the purple muscle squirming visibly. Karkat flushed bright red, his once-gray body turning unnaturally candy red. He quickly brought his eyes back to Gamzee's.

"J-just do it," he sighed.

"With pleasure, my wicked pale bro," Gamzee eased, snaking out of his pants. He pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his toned torso, the sight of his body pure eye candy to anyone. Although Karkat wouldn't admit it, he could feel his attraction for Gamzee growing in his pants.

"I don't want to see that," Karkat snapped. He did, though, so when a somewhat offended face fell over Gamzee's expression, he swallowed.

"Sorry, brother," the subjuggulator cocked his head, readying his shirt for replacement.

"W-wait, okay!" Karkat barked, yanking away the shirt and tossing it aside. "J-just go on, then!"

"The safe word is honk," Gamzee assured, working on Karkat's tan pants.

"Wait, what? But you fucking honk all the time, how will I know when-"

"It ain't for me, motherfucker. I ain't be gonna needing that shit, I'm more worried about how much you can take."

"U-umm..."

Gamzee's lips parted as he grinned wide. "Honk," he chuckled. He inched closed, pulling Karkat's overshirt over his head. "Say it for me, so I know ya'll got in your motherfuckin' thinkpan."

"H...uh."

"Aw, come on, motherfucker, you ain't no fun," sighed the taller, his lips an inch from Karkat's. "Breathe it for me, fucker."

"O-okay, God," his lips quivered as Gamzee's own fell to his ear. "Honk," Karkat breathed. He struggled slightly against his moirail as the man's lips caressed the skin just below his ear.

"Keep sayin' it 'til I say stop," Gamzee groaned. Karkat slowly came to the realization that Gamzee was getting off on his small honks.

"Honk," he grunted, Gamzee's lips still working on his neck, trailing to his collarbone. He honked breathlessly as the taller troll trailed to his chest, planting kisses over his grubscars and hips as he worked Karkat out of his clothes.

Gamzee sat up straight, lust clear in his hooded eyes. His makeup was smudged all over his face, traces of it on Karkat's skin.

"Honk," Karkat said one last time before Gamzee crashed their lips together. The mutant took this as a 'stop saying it,' and kissed back. His hips were suddenly being gripped, his legs spread and placed at either side of the clown's waist. He could feel the purple intruder rub against the lips of his nook, rubbing against his bulge gently as it started to slip in. Karkat let out a deep breath through his clenched teeth, dropping his head back, their kiss breaking. He dug his fingers into the clown's shoulders as he adjusted to the feeling, his bulge squirming with pleasure, dripping pre-red onto his stomach, smearing against his and Gamzee's pelvises.

"You all up and ready, brother?"

"N-no, give me a mo-AH!"

"Heh," Gamzee grunted as he began to thrust into his partner, his long black tongue slipping from his mouth, coating his lips in his gooey saliva. He bent over his prey, crashing their lips together as he snaked a hand to Karkat's small horn, rubbing it gently. A purr began to elicit from the smaller as the pleasure stroked his bulge, Gamzee's bulge filling his nook full.

Abruptly, Karkat became aware of the need for more.

"H-harder," he panted, his voice uncontrollably loud.

Hands on his hips would steady him as Gamzee began to thrust harder and momentarily faster. Karkat's toes curled as the man straightened his upper body for more leverage, his hips crashing against Karkat's thighs as the taller hammered into him. He tried desperately to catch moans in his throat, but to no avail; the pleasure overwhelming and nonstop, he found bliss in the fucking.

"I'm going to fucki-f-fu-f-ugh-ing come!" He exclaimed, rocking his hips closer to his moiraile. He reached up, his eyes wide and rolling back, to grab ahold of Gamzee's horns, yanking his upper body down so he could crash their lips together as he felt the climax swell in his lower abdomen. His nook tightened as he began to squirt red from it, his bulge following close behind. The red washed over his and Gamzee's stomach, and he was spent. He fell back, a pleasant groan oozing from his lips.

The taller troll began to come to a stop, slowing his thrusts as he milked Karkat. He honked a few times.

"Don't fucking stop," Karkat moaned. "F-fuck me, hard!"

Disobediently, Gamzee slipped out, his bulge twitching with anticipation.

"Gamzee, fucking-"

"On your knees, brother."

Karkat gulped, sitting up. Without question, however, Karkat rolled over, steadying himself with his legs apart and hands on the cold vent surface as he waited for Gamzee as the clown positioned himself with his throbbing nook. He could feel his material dripping down his thighs, staining the vents as he moaned like a bitch in heat while Gamzee slipped back in, ruthlessly beginning to pound him again. His arms gave out almost instantly, having now to support himself on his elbows.

"Fuck," he groaned wantonly.

"Honk," Gamzee agreed, his voice low and growly. Karkat's legs wobbled, his toes curling more as his moiraile fucked him from behind. He could feel his hips swaying to and fro as Gamzee's own hips bucked against them.

Karkat's bulge gave a hard twitch as drool began to percolate, moisture dripping over his lips as he felt a second climax approach. He bit back a shout as Gamzee's thrusts became more frantic, his pants and moans growing loud, echoing through the vents. His upper body fell against Karkat's back as he held himself steadily with one hand on the ground, the other hand gripping the smaller troll's hip tightly as his bulge released grape material, filling Karkat full. The sensation threw Karkat over the edge, his own bulge secreting his red fluids.

"Honk!" Karkat howled. Gamzee collapsed, Karkat collapsing not too far behind him so he didn't have to hold up all of the taller troll's weight.

They lay tangled for a few moments as they collected their breath, uncaring of the mess they were relaxing in. Coated in red and purple, they were silent, the only noise being the heavy panting that rattled the vents.

"Fuck," Karkat finally broke the silence with a drawn out moan, sated.

He rolled over so his stomach was against Gamzee's chest, hugging the clown's head into his neck thankfully.

"We gotta all up and do that more often," Gamzee sighed.

"Fucking hell, we will," Karkat spat, agreement flooding his loins.