AN: Alterniearth AU again, but where Dave and Dirk share an apartment and Karkat is just there a lot.
"Go that way!" Karkat shouts at you, pointing to the left of the screen as your character's vision shakes and you run around.
"What? Why?" you ask as you make the character – no, Deevuh (you spent an hour creating him, might as well refer to him by his name) – jump over some flaming rubble.
"'Cause if you keep going this way you'll – ugh!" he cries as you enter a building and set off a dialogue-scene. "God damnit Dave, you went with the Imperials – AGAIN!" he complains, swatting the back of your head.
"But the Imperials give you better equipment." You counter, running after your guide as soon as you can move again.
"But the Stormcloaks have better philosophies." He climbs off the couch, standing between you and the screen. "Deevuh is a Stormcloak kinda guy. Start over. You have to go with them." He places his hands on his hips to emphasise his point.
"What? No way! I'm not wasting an hour of customization because I made a wrong turn!" You discard your controller, since you can't see to play anyway, and cross your arms, glaring up at Karkat.
You watch as his red eyes slide sideways to where the controller is and throw yourself in front of it as he dives for it, him landing on top of you on top of the controller and Deevuh pulling a punch-jump-run in a circle combo on-screen before dropping into sneak mode as you and Karkat fight, rolling each other over in an effort to get the controller first.
"You're not making me start over." You growl, rolling him under you and pinning his arms above his head.
"It's not my fault your incompetent ass can't follow instructions." He snarls back, baring his teeth at you.
"It's not my fault the Imperials get better equipment." You move his hands so you can keep them both pinned with one of yours, using the other to grab a horn, tilting his head back to bare his throat to you.
He snarls, wordlessly this time, recognising the throat-baring as a gesture towards getting him to submit and he begins thrashing beneath you in an attempt to get away.
"Besides," you continue, leaning down to rest your lips against his pulse, even as he snaps his teeth at you. "First chance I get I'll be dumping the Imperial's ass and eloping with the Stormcloaks." You raise your head, making eye contact with him and he snarls at you. You lower your mouth to his neck again, biting his pulse point hard enough that he feels it, even through his thicker Troll skin. He shudders beneath you, letting out a soft mewl, before he goes limp.
This used to creep you out, before he told you that it's just the way his instincts work and, in a way, it's him telling you he knows you've won the argument. You release your hold on his neck and he purrs a little, thanking you. He knows you don't exactly like the whole semi-forced submission thing, but you've learned the hard way that if you get him pinned like that and don't make him submit you'll end up covered in claw and bite marks, and not in a kinky way.
You kiss him quickly, softly, and roll off him, though he follows your movement, clinging to your side and purring. You turn your head towards the screen and… yep. You can see the TV, so you can keep playing. You reach a hand towards the place that you last saw the controller only to have it hit nothing but carpet. You lift your head, craning your neck to look around you, but there's still no sign of the controller.
You sit up, receiving a disgruntled whine from Karkat, and finally spot the controller centred on the coffee table. You pick it up and see a note written in orange gel pen. You groan and pick it up, reading it and groaning again.
'Installed a few mods I've been working on.
Enjoy.'
You crumple the note and turn Deevuh around, expecting the worst. You're not disappointed when you discover your Imperial guide's armour has changed so he's now dressed like Lil' Cal (You don't jump or yelp. Nope. None of that going on here).
"Fuck you Dirk!" You shout out and hear his chuckle in response as you shut off the xbox, leaving the Skyrim-torture for another day, preferring to lie on the floor with Karkat curled against your side.