Dave left Karkat sleeping in their room to visit his own. Troll puberty and finally hit Karkat full force and apparently the first stage resulted in extreme fatigue. The poor thing couldn't stay up for more than a few hours at a time. Dave had taken to keeping himself entertained, while snuggling next to the troll. Mostly reading a few of the books he alchemized for himself; primarily sci-fi stuff, some H.G. Wells, some Jules Verne and some Issac Asimov, can't forget the great Asimov. Robots were really cool; he had no desire to build one, didn't have the patience or the skills. He preferred them as an abstract concept anyway. Who would want to be surrounded by those things? In a way they would be part of you, different aspects of your personality reflected back through cold steel. The idea was unsettling, better left to simple flights of fancy rather than cold reality, where it could haunt you.

Anyway, that wasn't what he was doing today. No, today was Halloween and Dave loved Halloween. Actually, when he thought about it, Halloween was the only day he had positive memories of his bro. It was something his bro loved and even encouraged. Hell, he left out a wide selection of costumes for Dave every Halloween to choose as he saw fit. Not all male gendered costumes either. Bro always left out a few feminine costumes for Dave as well. He could remember going to school one day as an ironic fairy princess; bullies tried beat him up, but they didn't have his training. He beat the shit out of five kids on a playground in a poof-y red tutu; posing with his fairy sparkle staff at the end just to taunt those that would have hurt him. He was sent to the principal's office and his bro was called to pick him up early…it was the only time Dave getting in trouble didn't end in a strife. Bro never took him trick-or-treating, he never received candy either; but that day, Bro left him in the living room with a bowl full of sweets, Hocus Pocus on TV, and a small pat on the head. Dave smiled to himself, yeah, Halloween was awesome. Rose and Kanaya had given up on celebrating holidays after the whole HH day fiasco, but now Dave knew when Halloween was, it would be blasphemy not to rejoice via funky outfits.

He had taken one of Karkat's shirts and a pair of his pants with him into his room. Living with Bro had one upside, and that was he could always put together a fantastic costume. He had crafted horns out of clay and alchemized some grey make-up and face paint. Hmm…first things first: change clothes. Dave stripped off his god tier pajamas and slipped on the sweater and sweatpants. They were surprising soft and cozy, not hot and itchy like he had imagined. They even smelled a little like the troll. Dave always tried to place a name to Karkat's scent, but he never really could get it; the closest description he could make was a combination of sandalwood and bubblegum. Dave had grown to adore the smell and having it against his skin was almost like Karkat engulfing him in a loving hug. Dave couldn't help, but smile to himself, no time to waste on that now though, Halloween only comes once a year! So, Dave got to work painting his hands, neck, face, and ears a warm grey. After that was done, he carefully place his hair in a wig cap and black, slightly messy wig. Finishing it off with his horns. He made his a bit different from Karkat's they were a little longer and curved in. Dave was trying to make a version of his troll self, rather than strictly dressing as Karkat. All the trolls seemed to have a black shirt with a symbol on it though, and he didn't have that, so had to borrow his boyfriend's tee; as for the pants….Dave just wanted to say he got into Karkat's pants. He smirked to himself, he could really be juvenile sometimes, not that he cared. He took a moment to admire his trollsona in the mirror. Damn, he looked good. "Davey, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh, hey Kitkat. Sleep well?"
"Answer my question." Karkat's tone wasn't one of anger, merely befuddlement and a little bashfulness. A blush threatening to shroud his face. A troll taking another's clothes, drenched in their scent, and wearing it was a seriously display of devotion in troll culture. An act of marking; that they belonged to the one whose clothes they were wearing. The scent would remain for weeks after that, only a vestigial amount, but still enough that others would notice. And here his human matesprit had done it right as Karkat was entering puberty. It was an intoxicating act, one that filled his heart with ardent passion and the most affectionate love. He wanted to reciprocate, he needed to reciprocate at that moment, but given that Dave had also painted himself grey, which, while absolutely gorgeous on him, was odd and forced Karkat to hesitate. And horns? Why?

Dave explained the concept of Halloween to Karkat, who tried his best to pay attention, but the view in front of him was very distracting. And Dave's red eyes contrasting his grey visage, like he was a fellow mutant of a very aggressive race, was all the more arousing. Karkat held back though, he could have an insane level of restraint when he wanted to. Listening as attentively as he could, he complimented Dave on a job well done, and also took the moment to explain the implications of his actions in troll culture. Not as a means of correction or teasing, more to see his reaction. Would he seemed pleased with the notion? Or would it cross a boundary?

Dave twinkled at the idea, a broad delighted mien spreading across his countenance. "Cool, that's icing on the cake Kitkat. I get an awesome costume and the chance to make you all flustered with my mad romancing skills."

Karkat snorted, "You didn't even know you were doing something romantic."

Dave leaned forward and brushed his lips against his dearest's, eyes holding a playful, yet innocent gleam. "Doesn't mean I don't like or support the meaning 100%. In fact, now that I know what this means, I may wear your clothes every day! I'm my Kitkat's matesprit; maybe I like having your scent on me."

Karkat suppressed a shudder, Dave clearly had no idea how VERY seductive his words were. Karkat was on the precipice, the last shred of his self-control was going to slip through his fingers. He reached over, he didn't care about losing control, but he was going to damn well express the same feelings first. Extending his arm over, grabbing Dave's god tier outfit, quickly forcing off his own clothes and replacing them with Dave's. The smell of apples wafting up his nose and seeping into his skin. His head was a fluttering mess, damn hormones. The scent was almost too much. He was determined though, he took a breath, looking at his matesprit, face flaming so red that it matched his raiment. "M-me too. I'm yours. I love you. Like, human love; out of this universe love you."

A light crimson leaked through the grey make-up on Dave's face. He hadn't expected Karkat to strip in front of him or make this declaration. He loved it, the feeling that welled-up in him was overwhelming. He was loved. Karkat loved him. The blonde couldn't help the grin that broke across his face. He had never felt so full of emotion. Karkat looked concerned though, reaching his hand out gently wiping a tear away from the cosplayer's face. "What's wrong?"

Dave shook his head. "Nothing, I just…I don't ever think I've been this happy. I love you too Karkat. Like, in every way you can possibly imagine." And with that, Dave smashed his lips in the most affectionate way against his boyfriend's. And Karkat's restraint finally snapped.

Linda065cliva: Thank you! I'm glad that someone liked the last chapter and didn't think it was horrible. Also yes, I really wanted something to piece together the retcon meteor event. I'm pretty much only focusing on the Karkat/Dave pics though. And even then, I'm not covering the one with Karkat/Dave/Mayor spinning in a circle with Vriska/Terezi laughing...mostly because I don't know what to do with that. I'm so glad you like it! And thank you for the reviews!