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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Equius_Zahhak
  Character:
      Equius_Zahhak, Gamzee_Makara
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-09-03 Words: 1141
****** Best Motherfucking Day Of His Life ******
by ODD
Summary
     Sober Gamzee is having the time of his life, and he just knows it's
     about to get better when he finds Equius alone.
     You have seen the warnings. Proceed at your own risk.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Gamzee was having one of the best motherfucking days of his life. And it was
about to get even better.
He smiled when he saw Equius enter the room. The poor guy couldn’t see what was
about to happen. Didn’t know that he should be motherfucking terrified right
now.
Instead, he just continued on, not noticing anything. Gamzee watched him for a
while, his smile growing wider as he imagined all the things he would do to his
unsuspecting victim.
“Hey there, motherfucker”, Gamzee said and finally, Equius noticed he was
there.
“Hello, highb100d. What are you doing here?”
“Counting down to your motherfucking death, that’s what.”
“I don’t understand what you are referring to”, Equius said and started
sweating a bit.
Gamzee started walking towards him, and something about him made Equius take a
step back.
“Are you motherfucking scared of me, peasantblood??”
“Peasantblood? I’m afriad I don’t quite-“. Equius quieted when he saw Gamzee’s
smile, and seemed to finally understand the situation he was in.
“Shut the fuck up, peasantblood. You need to learn to motherfucking behave.”
Gamzee grabbed Equius and threw him on the floor. He wasn’t quite sure what to
make of the fact that Equius didn’t resist; he had never experienced that
before.
“So a lowblood that knows their motherfucking place, huh. How motherfucking
unusual.”
Gamzee took the ropes he had brought and used them to tie Equius hands and feet
together. He knew that if he wanted to, Equius could get out of the ropes with
no effort at all, but instead, he just stared up at Gamzee and continued
sweating.
It seemed like he wanted this as much as Gamzee himself.
Increasingly violent, Gamzee tore the sunglasses of him. He wanted to see his
eyes when he tortured him.
Somehow, it didn’t bother him to know that Equius would enjoy it. Normally it
would, but right now it almost made him more excited. If that sick motherfucker
wanted a show, he’d get one.
Gamzee started with a kiss. At least, he didn’t know what other word to use to
describe it. It was violent and knocked the breath out of Equius. Gamzee
conquered his mouth, sucking on his lips and then biting them. The metallic
taste of blood pleased Gamzee more than anything else and he kept biting,
spilling more blood, until Equius couldn’t hold back a whimper of pain.
Good. A reaction. Gamzee withdrew to inspect his work. Equius mouth was dyed
blue from his blood and his lips were almost torn into pieces. He was panting
heavily and his eyes were wide-open, and Gamzee could make out pain mingled
with shock and a not small amount of pleasure.
Gamzee wanted to see him bleed more. He continued his work on Equius’ face,
determined to turn it into an artwork. He gently ran his hand over his cheek,
only to suddenly bury his claws into the soft skin.
Equius couldn’t stop himself from screaming this time. As Gamzee’s claws went
deeper, ripped open the skin more, Equius screamed and screamed. It was like
music to Gamzee’s ears. All the wanted then was to hear more of it, and he
clawed away at his chin, his cheek, his forehead, his ears. He ripped them off
and found pleasure in that particularly agonized scream.
Eventually Equius couldn’t scream anymore. At this point, his face was beyond
recognition, drenched in blue.
Gamzee almost regretted ripping off his ears. Now he couldn’t whisper to him
anymore, terrorizing him with his words.
But only almost. And he still whispered, even though he knew that Equius
couldn’t hear him anymore. Couldn’t hear anything anymore.
The realization of this made Gamzee’s bone bulge harder, uncomfortably hard in
his pants. He decided that this was enough foreplay.
The thought that Equius was just laying there, powerless, completely at his
mercy made Gamzee even more excited. Equius was now his own private toy to do
exactly what he wanted with. And then discard, like all other toys.
Gamzee quickly removed his pants and underwear, his bone bulge growing harder
at the look on Equius’ face. It could only be described as pure terror.
With a pleased grin, Gamzee ripped off all of his clothes, revealing a strong,
muscular body. It was covered in sweat and when Gamzee finished ripping of his
underwear, he found the other man’s bone bulge as big and hard as his own.
On some level, Equius enjoyed this torture. He begged for more.
And Gamzee didn’t want to disappoint him.
Overwhelmed with desire, Gamzee violently penetrated Equius’ nook. It was
sudden and forceful and made Equius gasp, not being able to scream anymore.
Equius was tight, probably having never done this before. It didn’t bother
Gamzee at all though, thrusting inside Equius harder every time, trying to
reach as deep as he could go. He wanted to fill him up, wanted to be the only
thing Equius could feel. The last thing Equius would ever feel.
Equius was twisting and turning under him now, trying to get away, but Gamzee
was ruthless and instead only tried to fuck him harder and harder, until he
felt an ecstasy nothing except this situation could make him feel. Equius was
hardly his first, but every time always felt better than the last. This was
motherfucking fantastic.
Equius hardly had any strength left. He couldn’t get away, couldn’t fight back.
His blood loss made him weaker than he had ever been, as weak as small
wriggler. Instead, all he could do was lay on the ground, trying, and failing,
to hold back his tears. He was being fucked hard, and it was not at all what he
had imagined it to be. It was worse and it was better, like every muscle in his
body was being shredded to pieces. It was like no other pain he had ever
experienced, but it was no higher pleasure. He was being fucked by a real high
blood, subjugated, humiliated and it was more pleasurable than he could ever
hope to describe.
Finally, Gamzee came. They didn’t even have a bucket, but it didn’t matter.
Instead, he filled Equius up with his genetic material. This was so indecent
that it made Equius, even in his current state, feel an overwhelming shame. It
was enough to make Equius come as well.
They were both left breathless.
“That was motherfucking good”, Gamzee grinned, almost forgetting for a second
that Equius didn’t have ears anymore. “Thanks, bro.”
Equius stared at him, a smile showing with what was left of his mouth.
Gamzee decided to end it. He grabbed Equius’ neck and snapped it. He had almost
started to like this one, so much that he had considered keeping him.
But after all, toys were made to be discarded.
Without as much as looking back at Equius, Gamzee left.
End Notes
     I can't believe this is my first Homestuck fanfic. This is pretty
     much my first fanfic... ever. Also my first time writing anything
     more, uh, graphic.
     Please excuse me if this isn't very good, like I said, I'm extremely
     unexperienced when it comes to writing stuff like this. Unexperienced
     as in, I've never done anything like this before. (I don't even like
     this shipping!)
     Written for my best friend. The things I do for you!
     Please comment though, I'd like to get better and post more stuff so
     it'd really help to get some critique so I know what I should work
     on!
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