So, I obviously haven't update yet.
Chapter 2 doesn't want to be written quickly so what I'm going to do is leave this up, but I will continue writing the story. When I finally finish it, I will remove this and post a chapter a week. The story will keep its name.
For the few people who want more, here's the first half of chapter 2.
HEAVY IMPLICATIONS OF JOHNKAT
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"Should we just start without him? Is he even coming tonight?" Dave asked, obviously talking about Karkat. The moody troll was the only one not there.
"But he hasn't told me that he isn't coming," John tried reasoning, attempting to hide his concern. Karkat never missed Guy's Night and if he was going to be late or pull a no show, he would let John know via a quick text.
The group decided to wait another 30 minutes. However, by the end of those minutes, there was still no sign of the Cancer and no text had been received.
"You guys start," John instructed his friends, "I'll try calling him," The group host excused himself from the living area and made his way to the kitchen for privacy and to be away from the chatter of the next room. John tapped his foot anxiously as the ringing lasted a rather long time.
Just as the call was about to go to voice mail, the other end of the line was answered. John opened his mouth to start ranting at Karkat, but any relief he had felt was replaced ten-fold by concern.
"Hello?" The voice was definitely not Karkat and that fact caused John's hair to raise.
"Who are you? Where is Karkat? What are you doing with his phone?" The questions poured from John's mouth in a rush.
"He's fine. We're just hanging out..." John could hear the smirk through the phone and he clenched his free hand into a fist, nails digging into his palms. He was protective of his friends, it was just in his nature. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Karkat call his name in the background. The man on the other end chuckled, "He's so eager to talk to you. Here."
"Karkat?" John forgot to keep his voice down. He didn't want the others to hear what was going on, "Karkat are you there?" The urgent question was answered with what sounded like sobbing.
"John! Hel- Ah!" John jumped in surprise as a loud moan erupted in his ear, "No, stop!" That was when the noirette figured out exactly what was happening to his friend.
"Karkat?!" John called the name over and over, getting no response except for crying.
"John...?" Said noirette nearly gave himself whiplash as he spun around to see the others at the doorway, all bearing confused, slightly concerned expressions.
John's face paled and he mentally kicked himself for not monitoring his voice. He quickly shushed any questions that his friends may have tried to ask. Everyone was quiet, the noises coming from the phone could easily be heard in the silent room. It was painfully obvious that Karkat had forgotten about the phone call.
John felt his blood boiling and he could tell that the others felt the same. You didn't have to be a genius to be able to tell what was happening on the other end of the line. Hell, even Gamzee looked like he was sobering up from hearing his moirail's crying. Though John hoped that the stoner was still intoxicated enough to not kill anyone.
Deciding that enough was enough, John ended the call. He felt sick to his stomach.
The silence was tense and no one really knew what to say. Wordlessly, the group just kind of decided to go searching for wherever Karkat could be. Once shoes were on and phones were in pockets, the group dispersed throughout the town. Those with cars drove to farther areas than the ones walking. John, himself, was going to search on foot. He set out in the general direction of the school.
John felt like he was going to cry in frustration. Instead, he took his anger out on a nearby tree. Despite looking scrawny, John could fight well. Bark flew from the tree trunk as the boy's fist connected. When John pulled his hand away to continue the search for his friend, he dully noted the blood speckling the tree. John merely whipped his knuckles on his pants and continued on his way.
John wandered the streets around the school for what felt like days and it was getting dark. As time passed, the prankster grew downright miserable. His friend was being raped and he could do nothing but wandered around in hopes of finding the troll. John meekly started the trek back to his home, praying to whatever God existed that the others had better luck.
"Hey, John! A package arrived at your house for you!" John looked after the vehicle that was now speeding away. The noirette stood there, beyond confused. Suddenly, realization and alarm blossomed on his face. He broke into a sprint, praying that he was wrong, but somewhere in the depths of his mind, he knew. He just knew.
John's fear was confirmed as his house came into view. His lungs burned as he pushed himself to reach his home faster. He drew nearer and nearer and froze at the state his friend was in.
Karkat was blindfolded and bound, shirt in tatters around his wrists. Dark bruises were terribly obvious on the troll's stomach and sides. Smaller bruises were littering the skin of Karkat's thin hips, disappearing underneath the waistband of his boxers. The gray jeans were unbuttoned, obviously soiled by bodily fluids.
For a moment, John feared the worst, rightfully so. Thankfully, Karkat uttered a weak cough and the noise snapped John back to reality.
'He's alive!' John allowed tears of momentary relief to slide down his cheeks. He quickly opened the door to his house and lifted Karkat bridal style. The action earned a groan, but John ignored it for the time being. He swiftly made his way to his room making sure to kick the front door closed behind him.
Once in his room, John laid Karkat's limp body on the bed. He felt anger and sadness bubble up from deep inside he removed the blindfold. Even while unconscious, Karkat was still shedding tears.
As carefully as he could manage, John turned Karkat onto his side so that he could remove the rope that bound the troll's wrists. The gray skin was completely raw, blood smeared across the sensitive flesh as proof. John tossed the rope and the ruined shirt to the ground and repositioned Karkat so that the Cancer was laying on his back, arms limp at his sides.
The noirette bit his lower lip in hesitation. He was practically terrified by the thought of what could lay under those stained pants. Steeling his resolve with a deep breath, John gingerly began the task of removing Karkat's remaining clothes. The bruises on Karkat's hips became more visible as the fabric was lowered.
John wasn't too surprised by his friend's anatomy. However, he was surprised at the fluid mixture that leaked from said alien anatomy. He was taken aback at the sheer amount of fluids there were.
John didn't really want to clean up the mess because honestly, he already felt like he was violating Karkat more than enough, but he knew what he had to do. With a heavy sigh, John left his room to gather up a small towel, a large towel, and a bucket of warm water – he also decided to grab some disposable rubber gloves for good measure.
John donned the gloves and gulped, "Sorry," He murmured in advance. He first set to work on shimmying the larger towel underneath Karkat's hips and rear so that no more of the mess would get on his bed. It was rather pointless as he was going to toss the sheets out later, after Karkat could move.
John soaked the small towel in the warm water a rung it out. He started with Karkat's wrists, doing no more with them than merely wiping the blood away. The skin was raw but the wounds had already closed. Next, John moved to Karkat's lower thighs and worked his way up. The closer to Karkat's nook that John got, the more soft whimpers were drawn from Karkat, accompanied by an occasional twitch of muscles.
'So much semen,' John noted sadly as he continued his ministrations. It didn't take too long to finish up what was on the outside, but John paused there, wondering if it was right to clean out the inside as well. John felt terrible about doing this, but he'd feel even worse if he left Karkat as is. With another quiet apology and a light bush, John pressed his fingers into Karkat's already abused entrance. He flinched when Karkat cried out softly and glanced up at his friend. He was relieved that the action was subconscious – he really didn't want to explain why his fingers were inside of his friend's nook. He did however, take notice that Karkat's bulge was starting to unsheathe.
John gently curled his fingers and pulled them out, scooping out a decent amount of fluids. John was sure that while some of the red was just genetic material, there was also a less translucent red and he figured that it was blood. He forced himself to remain calm despite his friend's quiet noises and writhing bulge.
The inside took a little while as John was trying to be as thorough as possible without hurting his friend. Finally, he was done with that. The next thing John decided to do was release Karkat's tension. He wasn't doing it to be perverse, but he was aware of how uncomfortable not finishing could be. He lightly gripped the red appendage and allowed it to do as it pleased. Soft moans fell from Karkat's lips until he finally released his genetic material on John's hands.
John pulled away and watched the bulge recede back into its sheath, safely hidden once more behind a pair of seed flaps. He removed the gloves and threw them away. Before cleaning everything else up, John gently wiped away any genetic material that had missed his hands. With that done, John threw away the towels that he had used and returned the bucket to where it belonged. The last thing he needed to do was dress Karkat. He chose a plain pair of boxers and a large tee shirt.
'Finally done,' John thought with relief as he pulled a blanket over Karkat's body. Just then, he heard the front door open and quiet talking could be heard. The others were starting to return. John went out to greet them and realized that he had never let them know that Karkat had been returned, then he realized that it was probably better that way. He knew that if he were in Karkat's position, he certainly would want as few people as possible to see him.
"So, he's asleep now. We should just leave him be," John finished explaining once everyone had returned.
"Um," Tavros stuttered from his place on the floor, "Should we tell Kankri...?" Everyone in the room mentally smacked themselves. How could they have forgotten something so important?
"Wwait!" Eridan spoke up, gaining everyone's attention, "He's not my favvorite person to hang out wwith, but don't you guys think that wwe should let Karkat tell Kankri himself?" There was a pause before anyone spoke, everyone thinking about what the sea dweller had said.
"I agree with Eridan for onthe," Sollux nodded to himself, "I know that if I wath in hith plathe that I would want to tell Mituna on my own termth," The hacker's statement ended the discussion as everyone seemed to agree.
Even with nothing to do, no one could muster up the energy it took to play a game. John decided to put a movie in for background noise as the group chatted quietly about mundane things.
Normally, everyone would crash at dawn, but due to the circumstances, the night was cut short. The guys agreed that it would be best if not everyone was there when Karkat woke up. John bid the others farewell as they left and closed the door, making sure to lock it. He didn't want anyone -mostly Gamzee- to try and break in to see the injured troll.
The time was barely after 10, but John felt like he was ready to pass out. He went to the hall closet and grabbed a spare pillow and blanket. Once settled on the couch, John fell asleep fairly quickly with no dreams to speak of.
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I still have some editing to do. I think I'll also do more editing on chapter 1.
The anon that just reviewed today, this sneak peak was for you. Thanks for getting my sorry ass back in gear!
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