A/N: Hey there guys and gals, Archimedies here with a slightly uncomfortable chapter of ship-shape-shorts. I was requested by Camelote to do some blackrom between Gamzee and Terezi, and I have to say, it was really weird to write. I kind of bent the prompt a little to make it easier for me to write, I hope that's fine with you. I don't think I'll be doing black rom again, as this just kind of made me inexplicibly uncomfortable. It got really heavy for some reason. Plus, I don't feel like this one was particularly good, anyway, hopefully this chapter will pass everyones high standards regardless :(. Anyway, if you, the reader, have any pairings you'd like to see, (Preferably matespirit, but Moirails cool too) Drop 'em in the reviews or PM me with an idea and a ship to accompany it. I'll get it done as soon as possible. But for now, enjoy the weird, angsty, pushing the boundaries of a T-rated fic chapter I have for you. Peace.

Story 12: Black and blue.

Gamzee looked up from his drawings as the door to the aparment slammed open. The honk that followed it was almost unheard. Almost.

"For fuck sake Gamzee!" He leaned back in his chair.

"What?"

"Don't you fucking what me! You've got to stop with these fucking horns! Christ!"

The offending horn went sailing down the corridor, and slammed against the wall with a sad little wheeze. He felt a shard of ice flow through his veins, but he pushed it down. To be fair, he should really stop dumping his horns by the door. That didn't stop the anger every time she wrecked one though. He pushed himself away from the table, and tensed at the screech from the floorboards.

"How many times have I told you? It messes up the fucking floorboards" He gave a sigh, and stood up as Terezi stomped into the living room, kicking her shoes off against the wall, and pressing her hands to her temples. She gave a sigh, and put on her best smile.

"Sorry about that" She massaged her forehead once again. Gamzee just gave her a smile.

"Have a bad day at work?"

The smile vanished, replaced with a grimace. "When don't I? What kind of question was that?"

And just like that, Gamzee's was gone too. "Well, fuck. I was just asking a question"

"Well shit Gamzee, why don't you ask a better one!"

Gamzee huffed, and glared at her. She was still in her suit, now crumpled and creased from her days work.

"Alright. What piece of shit were you defending today?" That simple sentence seemed to drag all the anger out of her. That was how it always was. She looked up at him, her cloudy eyes seeming to spell defeat.

"A rapist. A fucking rapist Gamzee!" For a moment, even he was stunned into silence. Her job as a defense attorney had landed her some unsavoury customers. But nothing like that.

"Oh shit"

"Yeah, oh shit. Fucking hell" she reached out, finding the chair, and pulling it out, slumping down in it, and placing her head in her hands. "He...Was so slimy! Like, Jesus, he had no shame!"

Even Gamzee was struck by silence. "Shit" He sat down beside her, put a hand on her shoulder, massaging it gently. He wanted to say something funny, to tickle her below the armpits like he used to. But no matter how hard he tried, they tried, those days were gone. All he could do was rub her shoulder as comfortingly as he could. He felt a pang as he realized she was crying.

"And, and...He fucking won. I was his defense attorney, and I did my job, and I feel like shit" He really didn't know what to say. She'd had her fair share of shitty jobs. But this was new.

"I get it, Terezi...I know that fucking sucks, motherfucker"

And suddenly she rounded on him. "Well, you don't know, do you! I was on my way out of the trial...And her parents. They fucking spat on me. They spat on me Gamzee!" Her hand shot to a stain over her breast pocket. Silence, as he pulled her closer, trying unsuccessfully to quell her shaking. He held her close. But she pushed herself away, and stood up.

"I need to go get dressed. I'm presuming we've got something to drink?" Gamzee grinned, back on firmer ground here, and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels. He opened it up, and her nose crinkled, before she smiled. He knew it was her favourite. She wandered off upstairs, and he took a swig, before grabbing a glass and pouring a few fingers, topping it up with coke and ice. He grabbed both bottle and glass, and sat up the table, to give her a few minutes to change. By the time he decided to go up, he'd drained the glass, and refilled it before he stood. He grabbed it and the bottle, and made his way upstairs.

He stopped outside the door of their bedroom, and listened. He couldn't hear crying, and that was always a good sign. He gently pushed the door open, to find her lying on her back in her scalemate boxers and her libra T-shirt. He smiled to himself. They were always her chill-out clothes. Her glasses lay discarded on the bedside table, and he sat down beside her, placing the bottle on the floor, and the glass on the table. He pushed up her shirt, and rubbed her stomach. She smiled up at the ceiling, and he grinned as well. These moments were few and far between. She reached for the glass, and he slipped it into her hand. She sat up and drained the glass in one go, before slamming it back onto the counter. He pulled up the bottle, and they passed it back and forth in sombre silence, 'till it was almost empty. They were happy together.

And, just like always, he ruined it.

"I don't see why you do these jobs. They fucking suck, Terezi" He felt the air change, colder now. She tensed.

"Well, how else are we going to pay our fucking bills?" He knew to quiet now would only shatter the connection they'd had, even for the moment.

"Well..."

"I'm fucking waiting Gamzee. What? Are you gonna pay it all off with your acid trip paintings?" Gamzee felt his veins go cold. He supplemented Terezi's income by selling surrealist paintings. He'd actually gotten pretty good money for some of them. But what really pissed him off was the fact that she knew his paintings were special to him. They helped him sort his brain out, by putting it all out onto a canvas, to see in his own light.

"What the motherfuck Terezi? That was uncalled for as shit!"

He saw her clench her fist. She knew she'd gone too far. Again. But she wasn't going to back down now. It just wasn't in her nature.

"Yeah? What else? Selling pot with your stoner brother?" Gamzee felt it now, the rage only she could bring out in him. He stood up from the bed. and glared down at her, first his paintings, and now his brother. She was really treading a fine line tonight.

"Shut it T. You don't know him! Bringing him into this is fucked!"

"Yeah? All that anger you're feeling? That rage and shame? That's how I felt, when I let a fucking rapist walk free!" Gamzee sneered at her.

"You didn't just let him TZ. You made motherfucking sure he did!" She was on her feet now, bottle of jack in hand.

"Fuck off Gamzee! If I didn't do this shit, you'd still be living in your little fucking crackden!" Gamzee stepped to the side as the bottle sailed past him, smashing against the wall and splattering what was left against the cheap wallpaper. And then she was on him, hands flailing. He caught her wrists, and she brought her knee up, catching him in the hip as he turned to avoid it. He pushed her back, and she stood there, panting. And then they were against each other, lips slamming together somewhat painfully. She was clutching at his arms, his back, his hair. His hair. Her fingers tangled painfully in his messy afro, and he grunted. Before pulling his head back as she bit down on his bottom lip, throwing her to the side. She hit the bed and slammed down on it. He brushed his hand across his mouth, and it came away slightly bloody.

"Fucking bitch...I'll make you pay for that!" He was upon her now, bearing over her, face mere inches away from hers, her arms pinned.

"Go ahead. Fucking try!" And then he was closer, bodies pressed together. Her boxers were off now, and he wasn't just over her, but in her, panting and growling. Her hands scrabbled at his back, fingernails digging into his shoulders, squirming and shuddering with a rythmic anger. He lurched down, and bit her neck, harder then he'd meant to. She gave a little shriek, and he tasted blood, but that didn't stop him. Quite the opposite.

It didn't last long, and soon they reached a climax. But where-as other couple's would be mark by shrieks and screams of ecstasy, theirs was a loathsome afair, both with eyes clamped shut, the only sounds that escaped her little gasps and whines, and when they finished, they did so with a tremble. Gamzee let out a growl from deep in his throat, and Terezi let out a shuddering breath, as Gamzee rolled off her, raised his head from the pillow once, and fell into the depths of sleep.

She lay there, trying to force the breath back into her lungs, hands clutching the mattress, and feet kicking feebly. She was covered in sweat and saliva, a warmth in her belly the only remnant of what had transpired. With the last of her strength, she rolled herself over, and dragged herself atop Gamzee's prone form, she draped herself across him, and fell asleep with tears in her eyes.