You, the ironic cool kid, are on your back on the ground with you own sword being pointed at your throat, he had managed to disarm you somehow and now has a sickle and a sword – his other sickle was sent flying somewhere else.
"I give, I give!" You shout. You hadn't expected Karkat to need to release so much pent up anger. Of course, Karkat is Karkat though. He's bound to have plenty of anger.
He moves back and hands you your sword as you stand up. You attempt to dust of you jeans which doesn't do anything from how soak they are. You are just covered in dirt and mud, which was from the recent rain that didn't last longer than fifteen minutes. Karkat isn't looking any better than you; you're going to have to take a shower once you get back.
"You've lost your touch, Strider. Normally I'm the one on the ground with a sword to my throat." He wears his frown once more, refusing to give away anything that he may be thinking.
"Just thought I'd give you a chance at winning against me for once, you know. Can't have you losing all the time, where's the fun in that?"
"Sure, whatever you say." No comeback, no attempts to try and prove that you had actually failed instead of letting him win, no cursing, either. He definitely was down in the dumps; at least he didn't have as much anger pent up inside before – thanks to the strife.
"Do you not want to win?" You ask.
"Does it really fucking matter?"
"I don't know, does it?"
"No."
"I don't know, you seemed a little agitated when I said I had let you win. So it seemed like you would have preferred to lose."
His eye twitches and he shoots you a death glare – ha-ha, there's the Karkat you know. "Fuck you."
"At least have the courtesy to ask me out on a date before you fuck me."
His face turns beat red, having said that comment clearly backfire on him. But then his face calms and he retorts, "So you're saying I'd completely dominate your ass."
Well, fuck, now you're the one red from head to toe. That backfired completely and shamefully. You go to retort but can't think of anything and end up looking like a doofus, no doubt. He smirks at his short victory.
"No, I was just saying you should have a much more creative way of confessing your undying love for me, Kitkat, and if anything I'd dominate your ass." You finally retort. He looks at like your insane, which he probably thinks you are already.
"There's no way in hell would I confess in a 'much more creative way'." He snorts, face completely flushed, mixing with his adorabloodthirsty freckles. He looks cute like this, you can only imagine what he would like flushed and in ecstasy. Damn, he'd be hot.
"Oh, but you didn't deny that you have an undying love to confess." You waggle your eyebrows just to get even more flushed, and it works, he's practically a tomato.
"Yes, Strider, I have an undying love to confess… for Troll Will Smith." He balances of the heels of his feet, acting the smartass motherfucker he is.
"Alas, Karkat Montague has crushed his Juliet's heart, how can she live on when she has been replaced by Troll Will Smith?"
"Easy, she just marries Paris."
"And what if Paris was a dick? Maybe she doesn't want to marry a dick, every thought about that?"
"Love is just one big screw over, you can tell her that." Ouch. Maybe winning his heart would take longer than expected.
"Oh, but love is worth it, isn't it. She did take her life when Romeo took his life. Love does screw people over, but it's better than being alone."
"Marrying Paris won't make her lonely."
"I thought you would be fighting against Paris here, and cheering on Romeo. You know, with all your knowledge from watching Rom Coms, and reading romance novels…. Wait; have you red Fifty Shades of Grey?"
"…Unfortunately."
"Oh my god, pfft, hahahahahaha!" The thought was hilarious; you could even see the misery and horror in eyes from having read it. The regret clearly shows.
"Laugh it up, Strider, I will, and I swear will, text you every day, at four in the morning, graphic scenes of that book."
"P-please, hahaha, don't," snort, "hahahaha! He shoves you shoulder, and you stumble back a bit. "So, did the book fulfill your wishful needs of feeling like you're the one having your ass dominated?"
He's on you in seconds, fangs bared and sharpened nails ready to threaten and his eyes are a bright angry red. You've noticed that when he gets angry his eyes turn to a brighter shade of red, like yours, and when he's sad they're a much darker red.
You both end up brawling in the mud again and getting even dirtier than before. He aims to scratch, claw, and punch while you just dodge and try to get him pinned. He ends up kneeing you in the gut causing you to pull back just a bit, and he takes advantage of it and flips you both, pinning you to the ground.
"Whose ass is getting dominated now, Strider?" He smirks, as the growl in his chest begins to lessen.
"Again, date first, fucking later." You manage to get yourself out of your position, due to his lack of strength against you, and flip him over so you're pinning him now, brilliant. "See, you're a total bottom boy."
"Ha-ha, don't make me laugh, as if I'd be bottom boy to anyone, especially you."
"You sure about that, Kitkat?" He growls, it's low and dangerous but with Karkat, it hardly means anything. You use one hand to hold both his arms above his head, so you have a free hand and you reach up and grab onto one of his horns – Karkat was one of the many T-humans that had horns. He immediately freezes, being T-human had made having horns much more sensitive so you know you have the upper hand. A purr ruptures through his chest, it sounds different from a troll from the mixture of human vocals but still sounds as adorable and calming as ever. You rub closer to the base of the horn and smirk as he begins to make chirping noises.
You have made him into a purring, blushing, adorable mess. His eyes are lazy and he can't help but lean into your hand, with his lips parted taking in small breaths. This may have been a bad decision. You. Want. To. Kiss. Him.
Whoa, how did your face get so close to his?
Whoa, wait.
You're so close, just a few more centimeters and your lips are on his.
Almost there…
And…
You pull back. It's way too soon. Just a little longer, than maybe. For now, you have to be the best bro you are and just be there for him. No kissing or doing anything selfish, no matter how tempting it is. Maybe some other day, when he's better.
You slowly stop rubbing his horns and he's utterly limp under you. "You sure you're not a bottom boy now?"
"Hnng, go fuck yourself, Strider," He grumbles, "Now get off me." You chuckle but comply. You help him off the ground and after further of inspection of him; you confirm you both are sure as hell going to have to take a shower once you head back.
You walk over to where your phone had landed during you strife and check the time. 7:18 "More people should be waking up by now." You say.
He snorts, "I'm pretty sure they woke a long while ago from you cursing loudly whenever I got a hit or was close."
"You only got hits because I let you."
"Do you want to go again?" He growls, but there's a playful smirk there.
"You're on."
You strife once more.
I apologize for an grammar mistakes, or any mistakes in particular.
Also, i haven't read fifty shades of grey, i'm just going out on a limb here, based off of what i heard about it. For school i'm reading Romeo and Juliet, so don't be surprised if you find anymore references to it further on in the story.
~klmj01