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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Sollux_Captor/Vriska_Serket
  Character:
      Sollux_Captor, Vriska_Serket
  Additional Tags:
      Blackrom, Minor_Quadrant_Confusion, Like_really_minor, barely_even_worth
      mentioning, also_Vriska's_really_sensitive, Bulges_and_Nooks,
      Tentabulges, PWP, what's_that_thing_with_no_relevance_to_the_timeline,
      Timeline_What_Timeline, yeah_-_Freeform, just_smut_really, Gratuitous
      Smut, Shameless_Smut, also, My_First_Smut, so_be_nice
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-04 Words: 2902
****** Black and Blue ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     It started with a snide comment. Then it was a squabble, then a
     fight.
     And then it was a kiss.
     Well, that was new.
     Vriska and Sollux have a little quality blackrom time on the meteor.
     Not sure where this fits into the timeline, as I picture them around
     sixteen or seventeen, but there we go.
Notes
     This started as an RP on Cherubplay with KrakensWraith. Now it's a
     fic. Go figure.
     I wrote a generic blackrom prompt based off of MutantofTime's story
     Just a Fight, Just a Kiss, and KrakensWraith answered asking to do a
     Solket RP for it. I said I'd try it, and this is kind of what
     happened. I played Vriska, but I rewrote the whole thing to make it
     less like an RP and more like an actual story. KRAKENSWRAITH LET ME,
     DON'T BE MAD.
See the end of the work for more notes
It started as a snide comment, just like any other. Just an offhanded remark,
one that caught an ear, that provoked a response. And then, it was a squabble.
Just a squabble, no different than any other squabbles they'd had, except
perhaps with an underlying thrill that neither had wanted to acknowledge to be
what it was. And then, soon enough, it was a fight. But just a fight, just like
any other of the hundreds of fights they'd had, just like the one they'd had
yesterday, and the one from the day before, and the day before that. Just a
fight, with lots of hitting and scratching and tussling on the floor.
And then it was a kiss.
Well, that was new.
Eventually, Vriska pulled away, grinning maniacally. "I knew it," she cackled,
looking up at Sollux. "I knew you hated me like that."
Sollux was (reasonably) a bit confused as to how, exactly, they’d ended up in
that situation, but on the bright side, he was on top, which was something.
“Fuck you, Serket,” he told her. “That was all you, wasn’t it.” Truthfully,
though, he might deny it, but the cerulean girl was right. He harbored a lot of
hate for her. There was just so much to hate, after all.
Vriska grinned. “You’re the one who kissed me, remember? I wouldn’t say it was
all me, especially not that forked tongue. That was aaaaaaaall you.”
“It shut you up, didn’t it?” Whatever they had been fighting over had been long
since forgotten, but needless to say Sollux still blamed her outright for it
anyway. “You’re a lot easier to deal with when you’re quiet.”
“Am I now,” Vriska mused. “C’mere.” Wrapping her arm around Sollux’s shoulders,
she pulled him back down for another kiss.
He growled low in his throat, but let her pull him closer – not that he had a
choice, if she really wanted to move him – but instead of complying and kissing
her, he bit her lower lip; not enough to break the skin, just enough to be
uncomfortable, was all.
The slightest noise escaped Vriska’s throat – a little gasp of surprise – at
the sudden pain of Sollux’s teeth. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she
pressed her tongue to the corner of Sollux’s lips.
Better; much better. Sollux sucked on her lip, tantalisingly, for a second
before relenting and letting it deepen into a real kiss. Hate as he might, he
couldn’t deny that he wanted her, and honestly, those long legs weren’t helping
his self-control.
Vriska squeezed Sollux’s waist tighter between her legs, grinding her hips up
into him. Self-control? What was that, again?
Sollux’s growl warbled at that. Damn, that, that was pretty fucking awesome.
But he was loath to let Vriska get the best of him, and so grabbed her wrists,
pinning them above her head.
Vriska cackled, throwing her head back to let Sollux at her throat. “Come on,
Double Trouble,” she teased, grinding up into him again, “finish what you
started.”
“So… you?” he replied, knowing exactly what she meant by “what he started”. “I
don’t know,” he teased back, “I’m not sure you’re up for it.” He kissed her
throat with a light brush of his teeth before moving to the side, leaving a
trail of love bites and dark cerulean hickeys.
“Not sure I’m up for it?” Vriska chortled, grinding harder. “I’m not sure
you’re up for it.”
Sollux rolled his eyes and released Vriska’s hands, but only to tug her shirt
off over her head and throw it at her.
Snarling, Vriska batted it away, then tugged the collar of Sollux’s shirt aside
and sank her teeth into his shoulder, nearly hard enough to draw blood.
Damn, it stung like crazy, but he laughed mockingly. “You bite like a grub,” he
lied, baiting her, as he ran his fingers over her grubscars.
“Mmh, do I?” she asked, licking the golden marks her teeth left in Sollux’s
shoulder, shuddering at the feeling of his fingernails brushing her grubscars.
Damn, those were sensitive, and – “Aah.” She didn’t mean it to, but the noise
escaped her, unbidden, before she could stop it as she arched up into Sollux’s
touch.
And he didn’t pull his hands away – not yet, at least, as he splayed his
fingers for the most contact possible. “What was that?” he teased, now pulling
back and giving her only a feather’s touch, not nearly as much as she wanted.
“Ngh, n-nothing,” she gasped. “Just me – ah! – choking. I’m allergic – nngh –
to stupidity.” Damn! Sollux’s fingers were nimble, giving her exactly what she
wanted but not quite enough, then nowhere near enough and then suddenly almost
too much, and fuck, nobody had ever had her at their mercy like this, and she
hated it, absolutely loved it no what was she thinking, she couldn't stand it,
it was so good and oh fuck Sollux don’t you dare stop you fucking – “Aah!”
Nobody could have that power over her, nobody was allowed to – ah – have her
writhing – nnn – on the ground beneath them – oh! – like this – aah – least of
all a filthy – nnnOH! – mustard – oh – blooded – hah – fuck – Sollux – just –
fuck…
Sollux watched with a smirk that was patronizingly close to the one Vriska
usually wore, idly wondering how much she was conscious of saying aloud. His
fingers were nimble, of course they were –hell, they were deftif you wanted to
say so. There was no way he’d be able to manage multiple husktops at the same
time with more speed and accuracy than that with which most trolls handled one
if his dexterity wasn’t almost unnaturally good – something Vriska was finding
out to her chagrin, though she seemed to me enjoying herself despite that.
Quite a lot, in fact. He chuckled to himself, a bit maliciously, truth be told.
“Vriska Serket brought low by a soft touch…” he murmured, emphasizing his words
by suddenly reversing the direction of his strokes along her grubscars. “Who
would have ever guessed?”
He smiled at the strangled noise Vriska choked out indignantly. “It sounds like
you want more,” he taunted, gradually beginning to slow the rhythm of his
fingers. “Go on, ask.”
“F-f-fuck you – ah!” Vriska arched her back more violently. Sollux’s fingers
had teased against her skin in just the right way as to make every nerve ending
in her body nearly explode, and she writhed beneath him, unable to stop the
moans and gasps still slipping from her open mouth as Sollux continued to
torture her with those fingers, those long, elegant, delicate fingers, and fuck
she wanted those fingers inside of her right fucking now.
“Sollux,” she managed. “Sollux, I swear if you tell – gah! – if you tell
anyone, you won’t – ohh – live a single second –
ohhhhhyestheretheretheremoredon’tyoudarestoporIswearI’llkillyouSolluxpleasepleasePLEASE!!!”
She was practically sobbing. Fuck, had she always been this sensitive? Fuck,
this was good, and if Sollux stopped for even so much as a second she would be
mounting his loathsomely attractive head on the wall without a second thought.
And she was strong as hell, too, so it was a good thing for Sollux that,
besides having height on her, he weighed a bit more, or he might've been in
trouble. Still was, make no mistake: Vriska was every inch a femme fatale;
lithe, lovely and lethal. It was a dangerous game they were playing – but any
game she played was a dangerous one. He didn't doubt her ability to carry out
her half-voiced threat, nor did he doubt her willingness to. She was showing so
much weakness, leaving her almost pitifully vulnerable. Maybe she hadalways
been so sensitive; after all, nobody’d ever had enough of a deathwish to try
and get it on with her. Sollux was probably only still alive because Vriska was
as horny as he was.
She had said please. In a moment of weakness, she had tossed aside her vanity
and begged him.
“Well,” Sollux relented, “since you're begging sosweetly…” He lowered his
fingers, trailing them down to catch the waistband of her jeans and give it an
insistent tug, more a order then a request. “Please what?”
Vriska struggled to catch her breath. "More," she gasped out. Her voice was
throaty, deep with desire.
Even Sollux had to grudgingly admit that that sounded fucking hot, even from
someone as despicable as her. Fuck, she was gorgeous like that, with her hair
an explosion of black behind her, her skin glistening with sweat. She was
always gorgeous – she’d tell you so herself – but that just made Sollux hate
her more.
He tugged at her jeans again, clearing his throat a little, as by this point he
was thoroughly hot and bothered. “Well, you’re going to have to pick between
keeping your legs around me and getting these off.”
Vriska released him so fast, if she’d moved any faster there would’ve been a
sonic crack.
Well, someone’s eager, Sollux mused, working at her button and zipper before
sliding the jeans down her thighs tantalisingly slowly, trying to get under her
skin.
Vriska’s breathing was shaky. The feeling of denim sliding slowly down her legs
was driving her crazy. “Ahh – Sol –” her voice broke. “Sollux…”
“Don’t you dare complain, or I’ll stop,” he warned, sliding back to give
himself enough room to slide Vriska’s jeans off the rest of the way.
Vriska’s only reply was the most pitiful whimper he’d ever heard.
Compared to her usual snarky comments, that was a huge improvement. Pausing for
a moment to tug off his shirt, he threw it at her and, once she’d batted it
impatiently away, he ran his nails up her thighs, just to see her reaction.
Taking a moment to test the waters before he dove in head-first.
Vriska keened, arching her back and biting her lipin a vain attempt to muffle
the noise. “Nnnngh!” she managed. “Ah, Sollux, just – ah! – stop sta-AH-lling…”
“Hush, you,” he said dismissively, but once his hands reached her hips, one
reached up to repin her hands above her while the other slipped towards her
nook.
Vriska moaned, arching her head back in anticipation. “Ah – yes – Sollux –
Sollux, please – yes – oh… pleeeeeeeease…”
“The louder you are, the slower I go,” he threatened, intentionally choosing
something that would drive her mental, and sliding a finger – thank god for
short nails – into her dripping nook.
Vriska hissed. “Basta-AAH! Bastard!” she managed, clenching around Sollux’s
finger just as he began to rub against the inside walls of her nook. “Oh, fuck,
yessssssss...” She kept her voice down, as ordered. Unable to reach the floor,
she dug her nails into her palms instead.
Sollux ignored her insult, choosing to nip at her throat, leaving a wake of
cobalt bruises as he went. He slid a second finger in beside the first,
slightly curved and in as far as they could go. As far as he could tell – and
there was no way Vriska was faking the spasmodic clenching around his fingers –
she was loving it, though she may be loath to admit it.
Vriska was dying of sheer, unadulterated pleasure. That this scrawny computer
geek could get his hands on her – in her – and make her squirm like that, all
gasps and moans and blue puddling on the floor beneath her, with her bulge
flailing and wrapping around his wrist in a stranglehold – that anyone could do
that to her, reduce her to a flailing, nearly-sobbing mass of arousal and lust,
was far beyond the reach of her imagination.
And the part that must really stick in her chitinous windpipe, Sollux mused,
was that she’d asked for this – or rather, begged, quite pathetically. Once she
wasn’t so vulnerable, she’d be indignantly livid that she had showed so much
weakness, that he could make her so helpless and plead for it. Bastard wasn’t
enough to describe him. Devious bastard might have been more accurate.
His hand wasn't just slick from her dripping – sopping wet, really – nook; her
bulge ringing his wrist had helped see to that, and his whole hand from wrist
to fingertips was coated in pale cerulean fluid. Sollux knew it would be
stained that way for a while no matter how hard he scrubbed. He moved his
fingers faster.
“Fuck,” Vriska whispered, “Sollux – ah, yes – mmh – OH!”
There. One spot, hit completely by chance as Sollux twisted his fingers. It was
almost painful, the waves of pleasure were so intense as Sollux assaulted the
spot again and again, rendering Vriska breathless and sweating and pleading for
more.
Oh, that sounded like the right spot, and Sollux started mercilessly quickening
his pace, loving how Vriska was trying to fight how she felt about it. “What's
that, you’re actually speechless?” He taunted, looking down at her
condescendingly.
Vriska let out a short, guttural scream, clenching tighter both around Sollux’s
fingers and around his wrist as she wrenched her hands free of his grasp.
Grabbing his horns with both hands, she yanked him close enough to kiss and
slammed their mouths together, tongue working desperately against his.
Sollux growled – fuck that hurt – and kissed back roughly.
Releasing one set of Sollux’s horns, Vriska reached down and grabbed the
fastenings of his jeans. His fingers may be good – damn good – but they just
weren't enough. She needed more.
With one hand in Vriska’s nook and held in place by her bulge, and the other
hand supporting him, there really wasn’t much Sollux could to to stop her. He
smiled slightly against her lips. If she wanted more, more was what she would
get.
The hand Vriska shoved unceremoniously into Sollux’s boxers was immediately
accosted by – two bulges? Fuck, that was hot, and she nearly came just thinking
about what kind of things those bulges could do to her. They wrapped around her
wrist, much like how her bulge was around his wrist, and Sollux bit his lip,
suppressing a moan.
Wrapping her long legs back around Sollux’s waist – even if he’d wanted to, he
couldn’t get away now – she pulled him closer as she freed his bulges from his
boxers.
“Come on then,” she managed, breaking away from the kiss. Her throat was raw,
her voice weighted down with lust and desperation. “Or do you want me to beg?”
Looking him in the eyes, she knew he could sense what she was feeling. She was
in a moment of weakness, and no matter how hard she denied it, she needed
Sollux right now.
Fuck, that was sexy. Sollux was forced to admit, her voice was killer like
that, with her want so clearly displayed. And he was going to say that some
begging would be nice, but he decided to just give her what she wanted so
badly. After all, it wasn’t as if he didn’t want it, too.
Detangling Vriska’s bulge from his hand, he let one of his coil with hers while
the other he guided to her needy nook to replace his fingers, pulling himself
into her as his answer and kissing her neck again – not quite hard enough to
mark it, but close.
And Vriska Serket threw her head back and screamed.
Sollux winced. Man, she was fucking loud. Apparently she wasn’t a moaner;
screaming was more her thing. The only question now, of course, was how loud
she could go… Sollux rolled his hips, falling almost instantly and with no
attempt at buildup into a fast, hard rhythm, partly from desperation and partly
as a little revenge for wailing like a banshee in his ear.
Apparently, there was no maximum volume for Vriska. Eventually, her wordless
screams settled into something resembling a chant: “Sollux, Sollux, oh god yes,
Sollux, YES, SOLLUX!!!!!!!!”
It was a surprise no one heard her, Vriska had one hell of a set of breathing
sacs. “Loving it, are we?” Sollux growled, grabbing her waist to help as he
sped up some more, finding a rhythm that felt fucking amazing. “Oh, fuck,” he
muttered. He couldn’t help it: she was tight and wet and so, so good and it was
killing him to admit it, even to himself.
Vriska tightened her legs around Sollux’s waist, her screams losing their words
again as Sollux’s bulge writhed inside her in just the right way as to make her
lose it completely and she came, splattering cobalt blue all over the place and
tightening almost impossibly much around Sollux, with both her legs and her
nook.
He gasped, holy fucking shit that was soooooooo much better. Not only her
screams – which were pretty hot – but those legs, too. When she clamped down on
him like that, he couldn't help but orgasm, filling her with genetic material,
cobalt and gold and, where it mixed, green.
“Fuck… that was…” That was something all right, that was for sure. He laid down
beside her, panting, as his bulges slid back into their sheath.
Vriska’s throat was raw, her voice and body completely spent. Reaching out, not
even fully aware she was doing it, she wrapped her arms around Sollux and
pulled him in towards her, snuggling into his shoulder.
Sollux was too tired to care about the small display of affection – it was more
red then black, by a long shot. He’d be confused over it later. For now he just
let it happen, relaxing.
Vriska fell asleep like that, head tucked into Sollux's shoulder, arms around
his waist.
She slept peacefully.
End Notes
     ALTERNIAN TITLE: In Which They Fight, They Fuck, and They Find Out
     That Soundproofed Walls Would Be a Good Investment if They Were to
     Start a Long-Term Relationship.
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