"You're an idiot!" she huffed, faltering. Her breath was escaping as the cane pressed tighter, and she didn't anticipate what was going to happen next. Gamzee had already given many signals of his intentions, and the very thought resorted her to squirming underneath the weapon, trying to get away. It was apparent, however, that Gamzee's strength was more exuberant than her own. She even started hissing as if she were an actual reptilian predator. It was kind of a funny sight from a 3rd person's point of view. "Get off!" she repeated for the ninth time now. He simply shook his head, enjoying the unsuppressed anger from his kismesis. You know, if she wasn't caged between the wall and him.
After a while, he laughed, "So, are you ready now?" They both caught his drift very clearly, and he didn't even wait for an answer. He snatched her by the hair and pulled her to the ground, while still holding the cane to her neck. There came a loud 'thump' upon hitting the floor, and Terezi's mind had shook for a bit before realizing what was happening. There was now a sharp pain in the back of her head, along with a sore spine, and her breath was limited to Gamzee's control. It wasn't a very pleasant situation for her. Though, she was more reactant to the fact that her loud fall made Karkat stir a bit in his sleep. Immediately, she knew the card that Gamzee was going to play. Shit.
Instead of pre-pail kisses, he started to pull harshly on the skin of Terezi's neck, causing bloodshed and bruises. Wonderful, more 'hickeys' to hide under her dragon suit. She tried to prop herself up with all of her might – though, as expected, she was bested. "Karkat is going to wake up. We can't do this here." she whispered, making tiny grunts as small amounts of teal blood dripped to the floor. He didn't reply. Moreover, he eased the cane off of her, still sitting on her torso. He proceeded to unbutton the connecting straps on her jacket. She squirmed and spat some more profanities at him, as if it made a difference. Supposing her suit made for a less rigid movement, he seems to have given her a very small advantage.
Quickly, her shirt was no more – as it was fairly easy to pull over. Her horns weren't a factor, thankfully. If they were longer, she could be jabbing out his eyes. But she still tried. The bra was unhooked and thrown elsewhere. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, and that was just how he liked it. As a present, he gave her a smile and a kiss on the cheek – to distract her from his hands, which were already working on getting her pants off. "No!" she disapproved, wriggling underneath him, and out of her clothes. Under pressure, she didn't do very well.
It wasn't a surprise that she was cold. She was totally naked on the aforementioned metallic floor. Her pulse calmed down a short time after her panic upon Gamzee's matching nudity. He allowed her a time to regain herself, but didn't let her go. Since she was more peaceful, he might as well begin now. He didn't like foreplay at all, so he just got to it, and inserted himself into her – without any predestined warning. She had a natural loss of sense, so this startled her. Her immediate reaction was to bite her lip in pain, and growled lowly, embarrassed. If it wasn't humiliating enough that she was being forcefully dominated by a clown… "You can't do this," She pushed at his shoulders with her freed arms, and again, it was useless. "I certainly can." he affirmed. He shoved himself harder, in a sudden and unexpected movement. At the beginning, he was being mechanical, just for the sake of freaking her out. He succeeded.
He grinded his hips against hers as a start; he went slow, but kept speeding up his tempo. Besides being utterly opposed to the available consequences, Terezi almost seemed to be enjoying herself. She was purring. Gamzee's grunts mixed with his small laughter, and began to claw her back when she started to pull away. To retaliate, he went faster, and pressed harder. It didn't take long before she couldn't handle it. "A-ah, Ga-!" she moaned, quickly covering her mouth when she heard Karkat turn in the background. With her reaction being held back, she moved into tears to make up for it. It was a beautiful sight to her black-partner. "Stop it…" she whined, simply lying her head back against the floor in defeat. She heaved a large sigh with relief once he was considerate enough to stop. She had came, it was obvious. But Gamzee refused this to be over. "I'll be back tomorrow. I'll make sure not to wake him up." He smirked condescendingly, and exited through the vent.
Terezi, after reviving, had searched around to find her clothes. Her dragon suit was easy to find, as it was right under her, but damn. Gamzee throws too far.
(Author's note: Yeah, I know this one sucked – but I wrote this at about 12 AM while practically night-drunk, so work with me here.)