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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Gamzee_Makara, Karkat_Vantas, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Blackrom, Asphyxiation, slight_breathplay, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, tentabulge
  Series:
      Part 2 of Painful_Needs
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-21 Words: 8772
****** Craving ******
by Leticheecopae
Summary
     This wasn’t the reason he wanted to go back though, not really. He
     could live with a scarred psyche. Hell after his Bro died he was
     getting pretty damn used to it, but it was getting hard to live with
     his body. Sometimes he would shift and just feel Gamzee inside him,
     how he had been stretched and filled. Almost always he would feel
     himself start to grow hard, something he would quickly stop. He
     couldn’t always stop it though. The dreams were the worst.
Notes
     There are most likely errors in this, just so you know. I tried to
     find them all, but it is quite long and there is only so much I can
     catch without extra help. I still hope you all enjoy despite how
     horribly I treat Dave.
See the end of the work for more notes
Dave had almost gone back into the past so many times he couldn’t count
anymore. The urge usually hit him at night when he would lie in his bed, newly
created sheets left around his waist for fear that he would be jumped during
the night. Images of the cloth tied around his throat plagued him, and he would
do his best not shake. He had told no one about the incident with Gamzee, and
didn’t plan to even though Rose had given him strange looks. Hell she probably
already knew, what with the flashes of guilt he would catch on her face when
she looked at him; but he wasn’t talking. If he ignored it then it hadn’t
happen, especially if he didn’t see Gamzee again. But even if he could trick
his mind, he couldn't trick his body.
The issue was that it had happened, and even after his bruises had faded, his
slight limp was gone, and the taste of Gamzee’s tongue had finally disappeared,
there was one thing that didn’t; the scar. The damn spade that practically had
the troll’s signature carved into it. It was a mark that said ‘look what I
own’. At night he would wait for sleep and absently catch his hand tracing the
spade as he would drift off, startling him into awareness as he forced himself
not to touch it. This was when the urge usually hit, to go back in time and
warn himself not to accept that rap, or to prepare, or maybe just wait next to
the door and behead the troll when he came shuffling into his room. To do that
though would mean that Gamzee had won. The troll had already beat him in a rap,
raped him, marked him, but Dave was still Dave. He still kept his face a shell
over his emotions, made sure that no one could figure him out. Even the night
of the attack he had simply taken a shower, patched himself up, and gone on
with his life.
It had been hard of course, fixing himself up. As soon as he had managed to
pull himself into the shower all he could do was raise himself to his knees,
turn the water to scorching, and sit under the spray till it had gone ice cold.
Before the water had gone freezing he had spread himself wide with three
fingers and used the shower head to clean himself out. It made his insides
bleed and ache, but he didn’t stop until the only color he saw was red running
between his legs.
Dave was pretty sure he had blacked out again at one point, but when he could
finally stand he had managed to clean off the gore with shaking hands and
stepped out of the shower on jelly legs, hands holding onto anything to keep
him upright. It had taken him hours of passing out and waking up to clean his
room, create new sheets, and keep his damn eyes from leaking.
This wasn’t the reason he wanted to go back though, not really. He could live
with a scarred psyche. Hell after his Bro died he was getting pretty damn used
to it. But it was getting hard to live with his body. Sometimes he would shift
and just feel Gamzee inside him, how he had been stretched and filled. Almost
always he would feel himself start to grow hard, something he would quickly
stop. Dave couldn’t always stop it though. The dreams were the worst.
In them Dave was usually tied up, though in different ways than the night it
actually happened, and Gamzee was inside him again. He cussed, thrashed, and
yelled at the troll. But Gamzee would just continue to slide in deep while
cutting and biting into Dave’s flesh. It was all pain and pleasure and he could
fucking feel it in his dreams like the night it happened. It was the same
pleasure, though slightly dulled, rolling over him and making him arch as he
screamed how much he hated the troll only for Gamzee to say it back and kiss
him with more teeth than tongue lip. This was where he would wake up, scar
itching and his cock hard and aching. He would never relieve himself though,
always just went to the shower and put it as close to ice water as possible.
Dave refused to touch himself while the water went to work, even if his insides
wer twisting in different ways and all he wanted to do was take the closest
thing he can find to a cock and shove it inside himself till he came. But those
weren’t the dreams that had him pulling at the strands of time in the wee hours
of the morning.
It was the dreams where he was not tied down that had him waking covered in cum
and tears in his eyes. In them he was not fighting back, pushing Gamzee away,
or even attempting to roll them so he was on top. No, he would lay on his back
with Gamzee lying on top of him, all of his limbs wrapped around the troll as
he was fucked deep and hard, insides rejoicing in the pleasure the trolls bulge
could bring. Dave was still cursing Gamzee, still hated him, but he didn’t want
to lose the feeling of pleasure that continued to seep through him as a shadow
of what it had been that night. It was worse than anything else when he would
wake up sticky and crying because he knew that somewhere in his body, his
brain, he wanted to feel Gamzee inside him again.
He kept the urge caged though, down deep somewhere that not even Terezi could
find if she attempted to take a look into his head, and kept going. He still
drank the shit coffee everyday, did what few chores had been designated as his,
and did his best not to touch the spot near his collar. Sometimes he would find
himself wandering the halls in the part of the asteroid he knows Gamzee was in,
and when he realized it quickly turned on his heel and went back to his room as
fast as possible. Gamzee was still awol though, and so was Karkat. When he did
see the shorter troll Karkat avoided him like the plague, and if he thought
Rose looked guilty...well Karkat looked down right red handed.
A month and a half after the whole thing Dave felt almost completely human
again, though the urge to feel something long and slick inside him still
plagued him at night. He found himself chanting lines of hate and Gamzee’s name
sometimes, the words waking him from the dreams and made him want to touch
himself. He wouldn’t though, and since the night he lost to Gamzee Dave
wouldn’t reached release unless he was unconscious.
 
***
 
The dream where he clings to Gamzee and cusses at him, begs him, enjoys it,
hates it, and just hates himself was still fresh is his head. Dave walked down
the halls, trying to rid himself of the images as he headed to the meeting
room. Rose had decided that everyone needed to hear about what was going to
happen since they were getting so close to the new session. How things would go
down when they meet up with Jade and John, and how it all was all going to play
out when they meet up with the other players.
It was today Gamzee decided to join the living.
As soon as he had stepped into the main room Dave froze, unable to decided if
he needed to run back to his room and lock the door or just stay rooted to the
spot. His brain reminded him he could do neither, he was a Strider after all,
and that meant manning up and entering the room like his brother had taught
him. Dave made sure to stay on the opposite side though, doing his best not to
catch the looks that Rose and Karkat were giving him, how Terezi seemed to
taste the tension in the air. Kanaya kept a hand on Rose’s shoulder.
Dave did his best to play at paying attention, nodding from time to time and
staring at the screen that Rose had pulled up; but he didn’t really hear it.
Most of it they had already heard before, but Rose liked to remind them of the
things they can’t see but she could, to prepare them. It was times like these,
when she was spouting off her infinite wisdom, when Dave wondered why she
hadn’t warned him about Gamzee. The thought was always accompanied by a pang of
anger towards her, but he shoved it away. Even if she had warned him, he
doubted he would have taken it seriously.
Gamzee didn’t even try to look at the screen, purple eyes locked on Dave. The
whole time Dave did his best to stay statue like beneath the trolls intense
stare. When the lights came up Dave didn’t move, but looked sideways behind his
shades. The clown was just grinned at him in an idiotic way. Karkat tugged on
his arm but the smaller troll wasn’t doing shit to make him budge. Instead
Gamzee just smiled wider as Dave finally turned to acknowledge him.
Karkat looked absolutely livid as he whispered at Gamzee, and the highblood
simply papped the red blood on the head and licked his teeth in a way that made
something tightened in Dave. Gamzee turned then, shoulders slightly slumped,
and headed for the exit. Dave felt himself start to relax before Gamzee turned
and looked at him, a look that expressed laughter without his mouth ever
moving. A look that said quite plainly, ‘I have you, I own you, and you can’t
do shit. Too bad, so sad, see you in your nightmares,’ and then he was gone and
Dave relaxed. At least he did until he realized his feet were moving forwards
and Karkat’s eyes were going wide.
“The fuck are you,” the troll hissed out but Dave cut him off quickly.
“Shut up,” was all Dave could get out as he passed the red blooded troll, and
he pretended that he didn’t see something that looked like understanding cross
Karkat’s face. The troll couldn’t know what he’s feeling. How he wanted to tear
out Gamzee’s intestines and wrap them around that thin neck, break his horns
and shove them into those purple eyes, feel his bulge pressing deep and making
him scream.
He tried to shove the last idea away but couldn’t, and despite knowing he
should probably absconde like a bitch, not put himself within even smelling
distance of the troll, his feet were moving and his body was reacting. Dave had
never hated himself so much than in that instant; but he went.
Gamzee found him, or at least that’s how it felt. He didn’t even see the door
as he passed, but he sure as hell felt the hand that shot out of the shadows
and grabs his throat. The familiar feeling sent adrenalin singing through him
as he was tugged into the room, airflow cut off by the long fingers. He felt
dizzy as he was spun and shoved into the rough stone walls. There was just
enough light to make to white face paint seem to glow on Gamzee’s face.
“Hello motherfucker,” the words stilled any attempt that Dave would have made
to get away from that hand. Besides, his head was spinning just a little too
quickly for him to get a good idea as to where he would need to throw his punch
or kick. Speaking of kicking, why couldn’t he feel the floor, and how was he
looking Gamzee in the eye when the guy was at least six inches taller than him
horns not included? Dave gave the slightest of kicks and found out why
breathing was so hard and why his toes weren’t feeling too much. The only thing
keeping him up was the hand around his throat, there was nothing but air
beneath him.
His hands shot up quickly to grab at the trolls wrist, pulling himself up
slightly so a bit more air could get into his lungs.
“The fuck, is it with you, and my throat,” he asked between little gasps.
“I like the way it feels bro. How that blood muscle of yours makes a nice
little rhythm on my palm. Feels like a miniature miracle.” Then the hand
tightened and Dave tried to lift himself up higher while Gamzee leaned in. “And
I like how when I hold you like this it get faster.” Which was true. Dave’s
pulse went way up now as his brain fogged over and his lungs burned, not
getting the oxygen they needed. His heart was trying to burst from his chest.
“Fuck. You,” he got out just before the troll dropped him. Dave suddenly hit
the floor, knees not even trying to hold him up as he crumpled at the trolls
feet. He took in a deep breaths that made his head swim as he looked up at
Gamzee.
“That an invitation mothafucker?” the clown asked as he squatted before Dave,
head cocking to the side as he reached out with one hand to hold up Dave’s
chin. The blonde pulled back with a jerk of his neck. “Aw, come on now. I know
you want it Strider, been hearing you begging for it almost every night.”
If his heart had been fast before he was pretty sure it had just stopped. How
did the troll know that. There was no way the troll could know that, no fucking
way at all. That would mean he had gotten in his room, was in there watching
him.
“Aw don’t look so shocked there bro. You are one hell of a heavy sleeper when
you want to be.” The grin on Gamzee’s face made Dave shove himself back against
the wall, knees bent and feet firmly on the ground as his body tried to figure
out the best way to run.
“Did you...did you,” he was panting, head swimming as he tried to figure out
what the troll meant by that. Had be been touching dave in his sleep? Was that
why some of the dreams had felt so real?
“Aw hell no. Its not any fun when you aren’t all there for it,” Gamzee said
back, flicking his wrist in a sign of dismissal that looked much to strange on
that thin wrist. “Just sat and listened. It was hard though, hearing how much
you hated me, and not even getting to tell it to you back. Just wanted to shake
you awake, tear into ya, feel ya again.” A dreamy look covered the trolls face
as he looked just passed Dave. The blonde did his best not to notice the
strange twitching that was just visible in the trolls pants. “Never felt
anything that tight before. You’re my fucking miracle.”
“I’m not yours.” The words came out in a fast rush that had Gamzee grinning
again, though there wasn’t much humor in it this time.
“Oh aren’t you bro?” Gamzee rocked forwards to have his knees hit just to the
outside of Dave’s feet. “Think about me enough? Touch this enough.” His hand
shot up to press two fingers into the scar on Dave’s chest, the nails making
small holes through his clothes as he felt the slightest prick and hissed.
“Shut up,” Dave growled and went to remove the hand. Gamzee’s other hand on his
throat stopped him from doing so though. It didn’t squeeze this time, the pads
of the trolls fingers sliding up and down just around the windpipe, feeling the
pulse line and around the adams apple. It was a warning.
“Oh you know you are. Why else would you come all this mothafuckin way? I don’t
see your shit sword anywhere, no time shit going on,” the tips of his nails
scraped along the sides of his throat and Dave swallowed hard as the hand on
his chest went to fist into the cloth. Gamzee leaned forwards. “I know you want
it again Strider, know how much you hate me and it's driving you crazy. I know
because you’re doing the same thing to me.” He leaned in close enough that Dave
could smell something stale and sickeningly sweet on his breath. Dave tried to
turn it but Gamzee’s mouth was already tracing over his. “And all I want is to
hear you scream.”
The nails on his neck slid down quick to press into the place where shoulder
met throat, slicing into flesh and muscle so quickly that Dave had no way to
keep his cry in his throat. His hands, which had sat in fists at his sides shot
up to both of Gamzee’s wrists. They did nothing to stop the fingers in his
flesh as they turned, making him cry out even louder, mouth opening wide.
Gamzee’s tongue was inside in a heartbeat, leading the cries from Dave’s throat
into his own mouth while he continued to twist his fingers. Dave went to bite
down only for Gamzee to remove his hand from Dave’s shirt and grab his jaw,
keeping the teeth from closing. The other hand stayed pressed into his skin.
Dave whimpered, and hated himself for it, as he finally managed to keep the
cries from coming out. The nails in him starting to almost massage the damaged
flesh as Gamzee’s tongue started exploring Dave’s mouth. It traced over the
roof of his mouth, his molars, and Dave had to wonder how long the thing was.
He did his best not to react, his own tongue staying still while he tried not
to make any noises from the fingers still pushing at the torn muscle and skin.
It wasn’t until Gamzee’s tongue was heading back towards his throat that the
blonde reacted. Pushing up hard with his own tongue he tried to pin Gamzee’s to
the room of his mouth. He didn’t want it going in that far, didn’t like the
idea of his tongue going that deep, or the way that...what was that?
Dave’s tongue shifted just a little bit and he felt something like a line going
across the troll’s tongue. No, not a line, an arch. Intrigued he moved so that
the tip of his tongue was tracing it, following it from one side of the troll’s
tongue to the other, feeling the way that parts seemed indented. Gamzee’s
tongue shifted with his, the tongue’s moving in a circle against each other as
Dave followed the line up and around to the top of muscle. It was a scar, one
he had given the troll the night he had bit down so hard he had tried to tear
the thing out. Just more proof of the encounter.
Dave’s tongue followed Gamzee’s when it retreaded, not ready to stop following
the pattern his teeth had left in the other’s flesh, but the hand on his face
kept him from doing so. He opened his eyes, not quite sure when he had closed
them, just enough to see the smug look on Gamzee’s. He could taste grease paint
on his lips.
“How much you want me right now?” The question took Dave a bit by surprise but
all he could do was swallow when Gamzee released his jaw. The fuck had he just
been doing?
“I don’t,” he growled and cried out as the fingers that had been so gentle to
his torn flesh pushed in deep.
“Don’t lie to me motherfucker. I can smell it on you,” and Dave watched in
horror and fascination as gamzee took in a deep breath through his nose and
moved his face downwards, free hand moving down Dave’s chest, the nails leaving
small tears in his clothing. Dave wanted to move, to kick out and hurt Gamzee,
but he was too focused on watching that hand move and hover just above his cock
as the trolls head came close. Gamzee’s hand slid over the slight bump in his
pants and squeezed, causing Dave to let out a choked cry as the clown pressed
his face into his belly, smearing face paint into his clothes. The hand slid
away just as slowly as before, moving to push up his shirt while Dave’s hand
tightened around the wrist that’s fingers were still shoved beneath the flesh
of his shoulder, the other curled at his side.
“Stop,” and he almost convinced himself that he really wanted the troll to.
Almost.
“Nope,” Gamzee moved the cloth up and licked a line from the hem of his pants
to his bellybutton. Abandoning the trolls wrist both of Dave’s hands found
their way into Gamzee’s hair, tugging and pulling harshly, though in which
direction he wasn’t sure. The rough treatment made Gamzee hum in what seemed to
be pleasure as he nibbled on Dave’s flesh. “Tell me how much you want me up in
you,” the troll said into his belly.
“I don-” he stopped when sharp teeth readied to pierce the soft flesh. Shit,
shit, fuck, shit. He swallowed. Dave was lying, had been for a while now, and
Gamzee had caught him. Dave could tell himself as much as he wanted that he
didn’t want Gamzee, didn’t want his bulge somewhere inside him, didn’t want to
know how good it could feel to hate someone so much and still fuck them until
you were both to the point of oblivion. Gamzee nuzzled his belly again and his
cock twitched. I don’t I don’t I don’t he chanted in his head even as something
laughed at him near the back of his brain. Gamzee licked a wet line to the hem
of his pants and the thoughts stopped. Liar.
“Just shut up and fuck me already,” he finally whispered, hands going lax in
the trolls hair as Gamzee hummed, removing himself completely from Dave and
moving back on his haunches. The troll licked Dave’s blood from his fingers
like it was syrup, cleaning them off completely as Dave kept his eyes locked on
the troll. He could feel his blood oozing up and dripping off his shoulder,
soaking into his clothings.The next time Gamzee reached out a hand towards his
face. Dave didn’t flinch away.
“You have such a pretty fuckin mouth,” the troll said, dragging his thumb nail
over the soft skin. Dave just shrugged in response, cock twitching. “I’ve been
wondering how it would feel wrapped around my bulge.”
Dave’s eyes went wide behind his glasses and shifted away. No way, there was no
way that thing could fit in his mouth. It was too fucking big. He’d choke.
“Aw come on motherfucker. I just want to see how it feels in there. Just for a
minute, and then I’ll get all up inside you where you like it,” Gamzee purred
and reached for him. Dave couldn’t help but follow those hands with his eyes as
they slowly reached and took his own wrists and brought them to Gamzee’s pants.
Dave’s fingers slowly curled into the hem of the black polka dotted cloth and
swallowed hard. Just under this was the bulge, he could see it shifting
underneath the loose cloth. If his body remembered anything, than that was just
the tip.
“Go on bro.” The hands around Dave’s wrists tightened. With a shaking breath
Dave pulled them down, Gamzee shifting his stance as Dave did so, putting
himself on his knees so that Dave could get the cloth down and expose the
bulge. It was odd, seeing the thing fully, and what he took to be the nook
underneath it. There was purple dripping from it, and Dave knew the crotch of
the troll’s pants had to be soaked from it. As soon as the pants were at his
knees Gamzee moved Dave’s hands up, pressing them to the tip of his bulge that
was sticking out behind a hard piece of what looked to be a purple bone. Just
the barest graze to it with his fingers had both him and Gamzee shuddering, the
bulge sliding out farther to wrap around his wrist.
He was right, the thing was long, and as thick as his wrist the closer it got
to the base. How had it fit inside him the first time? How was he going to fit
it in his throat? The thought made him shiver with the realization that it was
going to happen. He swallowed thickly and watched the way the bulge moved
around his wrist, trying to gain friction from his flesh. The purple, slick
substance it was covered in made his hand tingle. Gamzee made a pleased noise
and released Dave’s hands so that he could remove his shirt, tearing it a bit
on his horns before throwing it off somewhere into the dark room.
Dave took the moment of distraction to let a flash of defiance shoot through
him as he shoved three fingers inside Gamzee’s nook. He we greeted with a harsh
hiss as the slick, hot walls spasmed around his fingers. He curled hard and
shoved them in deeper, felt something tear as he nails found delicate flesh.
Gamzee jerked back a bit but Dave still had the trolls bulge in his hand and
kept a tight hold. The tug to his bulge made Gamzee bite into his lip while
Dave dug his nails into his soft insides. So this is where he could hurt the
troll, make him bleed. But Gamzee wasn’t having it and shoved Dave back into
the wall hard. Dave hit his head against the stone, the treatment getting him
to at least drop the hand that had been in the trolls nook and loosen the one
on Gamzee’s bulge. Letting out a low moan that was amplified as Gamzee grabbed
his hair at the base of his scalp he watched in double vision as Gamzee glared
down at him.
“Now that wasn’t motherfucking nice was it bro?” Then Dave’s head was being
jerked forwards and the bulge was slipping from his fingers so quickly he
couldn’t quite register it, not when his head was still spinning and he felt
something dripping down the back of his neck. He did feel it press against his
lips though, making them tingle, and what the fuck was that taste? Dave’s
tongue moved before he could think, catching some of the purple slickness on
his tongue.The hell? The fuck was it with trolls and being made out of
everything erotic? Gamzee tasted like a cross between copper, salt, and some
sort of sweetness that made Dave think of grape soda that had gone flat. It
wasn’t a bad taste though, and as soon as the slick stuff had gotten on his
tongue he wanted more. Dave realized very quickly that he was in much more
trouble than he had thought as his tongue moved out without him wanting it to,
lapping at the strangely slitted end.
“You like that don’t you Dave,” Gamzee murmured. At hearing his name on the
trolls lips he tried to jerk back, mouth shutting quickly even though he wanted
the thing waving slowly in front of his face in his mouth. Pulled back he could
see the length, definitely over a foot but he couldn’t tell how much. He
couldn’t get away though with the hand wrapped in his hair, and even though he
jerked and pressed against the trolls thighs with his hands he couldn’t move as
the bulge caressed his cheek and chin. It left a hot sticky trail that set his
nerves on fire. Gamzee kept him bent at an odd angle as the bulge moved to
press against his lips.
“Open up motherfucker,” Gamzee growled while Dave fought the sudden need to
taste him again, feel the thing in his mouth; and lost. His mouth barely parted
before a good six inches had shoved its way inside and kept going. Dave’s nails
dug as deeply into Gamzee’s hips as his blunt nails would allow. The bugle
forced its way down his throat, not slowly for him to accommodate it. He
reflexively swallowed and thrashed, stomach trying to heave. There was no air,
none at all, and all he could feel was the burning in his throat as it expanded
to except the thing now inside it. The straining muscles slowly started to
tingle.
“Shit, so tight,” he heard from up above him. Gamzee moved his hips just back
far enough that Dave could pull in a shaky breath that was quickly cut off as
Gamzee slammed back in. The tip probed something that had Dave banging at the
trolls legs in pain. “Wha-what’s this?” Gamzee panted out and Dave tried to
scream as whatever was being probed was pushed aside and just the tip of the
monstrous thing in his mouth pushed against something. Fuck. FUCK! It was the
entrance to his lungs. Gamzee was going to fuck his lungs.
Blackness filtered around his vision when the thing retreated from his throat
and he took in a couple deep breaths while trying to say ‘don’t’ around the
bulge in his mouth. Gamzee just tugged hard at his head before the thing
started going ever so slowly back down, its flavor choking him as the tip went
to probe that spot again. Dave needed to distract him, get him away from that,
make Gamzee forget about it. His hand got the idea before his brain did,
shooting between the trolls legs and thrusting his fingers in hard. Gamzee made
a noise above him that would have made Dave smile if he wasn’t focussing so
hard on getting the thing away from that spot.
It worked as the bulge pulled back, gave him a quick breath, and then began to
just pound down inside his throat as Dave did his best to keep his hand going
inside Gamzee’s nook. At some point a rhythm started that allowed Dave to
breath before the bulge would slide back down. The slick stuff the bulge
produced dribbled down his chin, coated his throat, and pooled in his stomach.
It somehow calmed his heaving as the rough treatment started to turn into a
sick sort of pleasure. His cock was getting hard despite the harsh movements
and lack of air, but Dave could have cared less at this point. The hand that
had clung to Gamzee’s thigh left it slowly, the need to touch himself growing
as Gamzee pounded into his throat. He rarely stopped to let Dave gain oxygen,
and after a brief moment continued on. The continual cut off of air and sudden
gratifying breaths were going to bring Dave to orgasm all on their own, all he
needed was that last little bit; that touch of his hand and he was going to get
it.
He couldn’t get his pants open though, and had to deal with just palming
himself harshly through the cloth, but it just drove him madder. Noises began
to come from his throat, making Gamzee growl and hold him tighter, free hand
going back to dig into part of his already ruined shoulder. Shit shit shit. The
pain made Dave’s eyes water even more, and only then did he realize he had been
crying. It only registered for a moment before his need took over again and his
brain quieted. Air brakes were getting shorter and shorter, and his hand wasn’t
moving nearly as quickly anymore with its shallow thrusts. Gamzee suddenly let
out a muffled cry and pulled out of Dave’s mouth completely.
Dave gulped the air down as fast as he could, breathing hard and heavy while he
waited for the oral onslaught to continue. His hand was still pressing against
his own straining erection when one of Gamzee’s larger hands knocked it away. A
moment later Dave was being hauled up by his shoulders as Gamzee pulled them
both up to stand.
“Where are,” he started but coughed immediately, a large glob of purple coming
from his mouth as his throat tried to clear itself. Gamzee said nothing and
Dave couldn’t focus as the troll pushed him onto something that just barely
broke his fall and made him hiss. The pile made such a ruckus that Dave
immediately tried to get back up. The shoe that planted itself in the middle of
his chest stopped that and pressed his back down against the hard ridges of
whatever he was lying on.
“Honk honk motherfucker,” Gamzee said above him, foot pressing him down harder
into the ridges beneath his back, bulge moving lazily just above the boxers and
pants that held to his knees. Dave snuck a quick look away from the horrifying
profile of the troll in the dim light only to find that he was lying in a pile
of horns, a rather large pile, and the little bastards honked with every move
he made. Movement out of the corner of his eye brought his full attention back
to Gamzee. The trolls pants were down around his ankles now. The clown stepped
down on his chest to balance on one foot. The horns under Dave gave weak whines
as the last of the air was pressed out of them and out of Dave. The metal
ridges felt like dull daggers digging into him as the troll managed to balance
on the one foot while removing his shoe. Dave rolled.
Air came back into his lungs as the pile made a horrid sound. He could hear
Gamzee growling in pain but ignored him. It was time to fucking teach the troll
some manners. Flash stepping out of clothes was hard to do when light headed
from little air, but he managed it. Captuloging his shades he threw the hole
ridden cloth away before getting on his knees just as Gamzee managed to
untangle himself from his pants. The troll kicked the clothing off forcefully,
shoes flying off and thunking somewhere in the room.
“I’m going to,” but Gamzee didn’t get to finish as Dave moved as quickly as he
could. He slid on a horn here or there, but was still able to land a harsh kick
to the trolls throat. The gasping wheeze that came out made Dave smile as he
wavered above Gamzee, his vision doubling from the sudden movement.
“Honk now bitch,” Dave said and spit on the troll, saliva still tainted purple.
His body was tingling from the mix of lubricant that he had swallowed and light
headedness, dick throbbing to his heart beat as he watched Gamzee try and
breath. The kick probably would have crushed a human throat, but Gamzee still
managed to draw a breath every few seconds. It gave Dave time, but wouldn’t
last long though.
The horns caused a slight problem, but not much as he cleared a spot away near
Gamzee’s lower half. The troll kicked at him, but Dave dodged and managed to
get Gamzee’s legs spread long enough to line himself up with the dripping
purple nook and shove his aching cock inside. The noise Gamzee made almost made
him cum. It was the bulge that wrapped around the base of his cock that did.
It was infuriating, finally getting inside the troll and losing it. But
Gamzee’s insides were just dripping with the shit that lubricated his bulge,
and it was a moment of pure pleasure as Dave pressed into the extremely rigid
entrance. He breathed hard and heavy as the orgasm ripped over him as he stared
at Gamzee, hating that in just a few moments he would be the one getting
fucked. Then the most amazing thing happened, a painful thing, but amazing none
the less. He stayed hard. From either being covered in the slickness or
swallowing it Dave was keeping an erection. It hurt like hell, but he was going
to waste it. My turn. He thought before actually smirking.
He pulled out to the tip and then shoved back in hard. It felt like Gamzee’s
nook curved upwards, but Dave could only curl so far with it. It didn’t matter
though because with enough force he found he could get in to the root. Gamzee
jerked harshly underneath him, breathing ragged as Dave rammed in again and
this time got a moan. Even though Gamzee was still holding his throat with one
hand the other moved grab Dave’s shoulder. For a moment he thought that he was
going to stop him, flip them around and have a replay of the first night.
Instead Gamzee pulled him forwards, forcing his next thrust to be harsher, and
moaned behind his broken throat.
“You actually fucking like that, don’t you?” Dave asked only partially
surprised. Gamzee looked at him with half lidded eyes and jerked him forwards
again, bulge adding its own tug. Dave hissed as the pain in his cock began to
subside to pleasure again. He panted and he drove in harder, wanting to get a
sound of pain instead of pleasure out of Gamzee. “You’re a fucking freak,” he
said with disgust and changed his angle. Gamzee just let out a low groan and
finally released his neck, hand moving up to touch his horns of all things,
scraping along the yellow shafts with his nails.
It was fucked up. So very fucked up, and for a few moments as the pain and
pleasure waged war around his cock Dave thought about leaving. It was a small
voice, one that said if he left he would have nothing left to prove. He would
have gotten off, been inside the troll, and didn’t have any obligation to keep
going. Gamzee’s bulge quickly squashed that idea. It must have sensed that Dave
was thinking of leaving because shortly after it unwound from the base of
Dave’s cock, it slithered to the side and beneath it. Then it moved around
Dave’s balls, and pressed into his entrance. Oh God yes please. His body
screamed while he felt warnings go off in his brain. On his next thrust in
Gamzee pressed inside.
Shiiiiit.The blonde shuddered to a stop at the sudden intrusion, gasping for
air as the troll looked upat him, hand trying to pushing him back so he would
thrust in again. It hurt, oh fuck did it hurt, but he knew it wouldn’t be long
before it felt good, and already balls deep in Gamzee’s nook he felt his head
dizzying with the need to just fucking move. So he did, one thrust, two
thrusts.
“You’re being too fucking slow Strider,” Gamzee growled below him in his voice
that was so horse it was almost a croak. The bulge in his ass jerked back and
forth inside him and made Dave jerk hard, but he didn’t speed up.
“I’m on top here, so just let me do my shit,” he shot back, voice tight as he
continued to move, feeling the new sensation of filling Gamzee and being
filled. Gamzee growled and managed to do a sit up, grabbed both of Dave’s hips
and pulled. The angle was awkward when he did it, and made it hard for Dave to
pull back, and damn it he was fucking Gamzee not being used as a living
smuppet. But the troll didn’t seem to care as Dave’s hands shot up to try and
push him down, just forced Dave’s hips to move before giving out something that
sounded like an unsatisfied growl. Then the world was spinning, horns were
honking, and Dave found himself on his back with metal grinding into his spine.
Gamzee loomed over him, hands on Dave’s shoulders as he straddled the blonde.
He could feel the base of Gamzee’s bulge pulsing next to the root of his cock
as it was pressed between their bodies, both shoved into the other as much as
possible.
“This is how you pail,” Gamzee growled and Dave just about screamed when Gamzee
moved himself up and then down. It was experimental, and the new angle put the
head of Dave’s cock somewhere new. There where hard ridges that sucked up, up,
upwards where it was so very tight and warm.
“Shit Makara,” he hissed and got a hum of pleasure.
“Say it again,” the troll hummed as he lifted himself up and down on the blond,
bulge sliding into Dave with every lowering, fucking himself on Dave’s cock at
what seemed to be the perfect angle.
“Fuck you,” Dave snarled and jerked up hard not sure what he was aiming for,
but he sure as hell found it. The next sound that Gamzee made when he came down
wasn’t all pleasure, and Dave saw the wince at the end. He himself almost had
to wince because somewhere in the Troll’s nook he had found a soft spot, a spot
where his dick sank into the other’s inner wall in a way that made almost too
much pressure. When Gamzee didn’t move right away Dave jerked up to press
harder. The troll let out that same pained moan.
“What’s wrong Makara?” Dave asked as he kept jerking as much as he could
beneath the trolls weight, hitting the spot of pain over and over. “Not how you
pail?” Gamzee growled and tried to shift to keep Dave from hitting the spot,
even pressed his claws into the blondes sides till they bled, but there wasn’t
any real strength behind it. They would try and tighten when Dave pulled away,
but Dave used the speed of a flash step and wouldn’t let the troll get a breath
before ramming the spot again. The speed had Gamzee curling forwards, claws
sliding up Dave’s sides, leaving bleeding rivulets along the way.
“Fuck you Strider,” Gamzee growled and shivered.
“Thought I was fucking you?” Was his response as his hands took advantage of
the new positioning of Gamzee’s head. Dave grabbed Gamzee’s horns and jerked
forwards. Gamzee’s eyes went wide as he let out a shout, Dave’s hands sliding
down to the base of each horn to tug at hair and flesh. Gamzee’s own claws shot
up to pull at the human’s hands, and Dave could feel the bulge inside him
thrashing. It caused waves of pleasure to course through him at feeling his
insides being coated as he moaned and tugged at the others horns. The claws
didn’t stay long as Dave tugged hard, pulling the trolls face down to his and
moving the purple blood off balance. He could feel something hot now, hotter
than the trolls walls sliding down around his cock. Dave knew Gamzee was
bleeding and liked it.
“How about this Makara? Pailing you yet?” His cool features slide into place, a
cocky grin trying to hold as he panted from the exertion of moving so fast so
long. His abs were on fire, his body taut with the need to cum again, and
Gamzee’s weight was starting to take its toll. The troll barred his teeth, long
and glowing dully in the slight light. His eyes were closed though and Dave
tugged hard on the horns, getting a moan as blood slid down his cock and hair
tore in his hands. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to fuck anymore Gamzee.” And those
eyes snapped wide, the bulge in him thrust up hard, and the trolls entire body
went taunt, nook constricting so fast it forced Dave’s orgasm to wait.
“I hate you Dave,” Gamzeel gritted out.
“Hate you too Gamzee,” Dave said back with gritted teeth and a sharp tug at the
base of the trolls horns. It was like a switch as everything released, a wave
of genetic material flowed into Dave’s ass and down out of the trolls nook.
Gamzee let out something between a howl and an animal screech as Dave came
against the tear he had created. His hands twisted in the hair at the base of
Gamzee’s horns, tearing out small clumps as the troll’s back tried to bow. He
was pulling Dave upwards into a sitting position, forcing him to wrap his arms
around the Trolls torso when the horns went out of reach. It felt like he would
cum forever as the walls around him constricted and opened, constricted and
opened, pushing genetic material out and around him while milking his cock. He
sunk his teeth deep in Gamzee’s chest, and for the first time drew blood where
he could see. It made him shiver how much it tasted like a humans, the grapeish
undertone barely there.
The orgasm felt like it took forever to end as Gamzee’s insides kept squeezing
and releasing Dave as trickles of genetic material and blood slid out of his
nook. Not soon after his cock started to simply hurt again. Rocking to his side
he managed to topple them over, getting them on their sides before finally
pulling out. Gamzee didn’t resist, just moaned as Dave pulled himself out fully
and watch a little more fluid escape. When Dave tried to pull away though
Gamzee reacted swiftly.
Both clawed hands shot out and tugged Dave against Gamzee’s chest, sweat and
blood making them stick together unpleasantly. The blonde tried to jerk back,
but the claws in his back dug into his flesh. Horns sounded in squawking corus
as Dave wriggled against the arms holding him tight.
“Get the fuck off of me Makara,” Dave growled out and tried to push against the
troll, nails barely leaving dents in the others skin. He could feel where his
teeth had finally been able to break the flesh and dug into it. Gamzee hissed
but just pulled dave tighter, burying his face into the blonds’ hair. Dave felt
hot breath coming from the trolls nose as he wrapped one thin leg around Dave’s
back and thoroughly pinned him. Dave’s cock was aching painfully, and all he
wanted was a towel and a shower to get the shit off of him. After a few more
moments of pushing at the troll, and attempting to kick at him, Dave stopped.
He was exhausted, wanting nothing more than to pass out, his body screamed that
it was time to rest.
“The fuck do you want,” he finally asked tiredly, shifting to get a horn out
from under his hip.
“Just want to up and hold ya motherfucker. It’s a miracle you’re awake this
time,” Gamzee said sleepily, yawning at the end and rubbing his face farther
into Dave’s hair. Dave didn’t know how to respond. Gamzee had cuddled with him
after the first time? Well that explained the nice little mark on his chest.
But weren’t Kismesis’ supposed to just take off and leave after?
“You are so fucked up.” The words were muffled by Gamzee’s chest as Dave
shifted again and felt a horn work loose under his shoulder and wheeze away.
The troll just started to make a strange purring noise, the nails on his back
leaving small stinging scratches as Dave felt his cock finally starting to
wilt. Gamzee pulled back just enough to kiss Dave, and the odd thing was how
soft it was. After a few moments Dave gave in, kissing back just so it would
stop and he could sleep. Gamzee’s tongue came out to lap away the traces of
purple blood on Dave’s face, and when it probed into his mouth Dave let it. He
entertained himself with tracing the scar he had left while Gamzee traced the
inside of his teeth. The slowness didn’t last. Gamzee pulled back, and in his
sleepy state Dave followed the scar. As soon as Dave’s tongue was in Gamzee’s
mouth, Gamzee’s teeth came down hard on his tongue.
Dave tried to pull away again, a scream attempting to come out of his battered
throat as blood flowed down it instead and made him cough. The bite didn’t last
long, and it was a small miracle the tip wasn’t bitten off.
“Never going to get over the taste of you,” Gamzee murmured in his ear. Dave
jerked back. “Its a fucking miracle elixir.” Dave wasn’t listening as he
attempted to swallow down the blood, his tongue swelling in his mouth. Gamzee
leaned down to lap at his mouth, hand going to the back of his head to keep it
still as he held Dave close. Dave glared at him, jerking when the troll forced
his tongue into his mouth again and lap at the bleeding muscle. Dave tried to
speak only to cough blood in the troll’s face and feel his tongue pulse. So he
glared, and poured as much hate as he could into his glare. Gamzee looked back
with half lidded eyes and pulled away. His lips were covered in Dave’s blood,
his make up mostly missing from the nose down.
“Hate you too Dave,” Gamzee whispered. “Hate you so fucking much.” He had
kissed him one more time and then held him close.
It wasn’t until Gamzee had fallen asleep that Dave was able to pull away. On
shaking legs he rose, found his hole filled clothing, and swallowed around the
taste of copper in his mouth. The last thing he put on were his shades. Before
he left he stood over Gamzee, sword in hand and looked at the scarred face and
traces of his blood on the trolls mouth. Dave looked over Gamzee’s body, how he
had done so little damage to it, except for his teeth marks that sat just below
the Trolls sternum. Taking the jagged point of his sword he put it in the
center of the mark and pressed. Gamzee didn’t wake up.
***
Karkat had been looking for Gamzee’s new room for hours. How the nookslurper
could get away from him so often, and move all his shit so easily was beyond
Karkat, but the crazed clown managed it. It was the scariest thing about his
moirail.
Turning the corner he stopped as he saw Dave exit a door. Karkat felt his blood
freeze when he saw the barest glint of a bloody blade; purple blood. The broken
sword quickly disappeared as Dave rolled his shoulders, a disgusting popping
sound bouncing down the hall as the blonde stretched. There was blood all over
him, red and purple, and while most looked dried and flaking some of the purple
looked very, very fresh. The humans face was totally blank as he limped down
the hall, heading towards his living quarters.
Karkat waited until Dave disappeared before hurrying forwards into the room.
“You did not do it again you stupid fucking bulgelicker. You didn’t, you
fucking promised you wouldn’t,” Karkat babbled quietly as he rushed into the
room. There was enough light to see by, but not enough to make out the details
he needed. Like if the body in the center of the horn pile was breathing. “Oh
gog Gamzee why did you do it,” he whispered. He stood there for a moment
longer, looking at the body laying motionless in the horns before his hand
finally went to scramble over the wall and find the switch. When he did he
flicked it on and turned back. Two feelings hit at the same time, and for the
first time in a long time he was speechless.
The first was happiness, because with the light on he could see that the others
chest was moving. The light also had Gamzee shifting.
“Sup beast friend?” the larger troll murmured as he shielded his eyes and
looked at Karkat with a lazy smile. Karkat didn’t say anything, just kept
staring at the mark at the bottom of his moirail's chest. It was just off
center, right above the bottom of his rib cage, still bleeding freely. There
were two circles, one large, and one small one in the center of the first. What
looked like teeth marks surrounded the small one. Through the center was a
zigzag line, a scratch, and Karkat knew it was a CD. A scratched CD. But that
wasn’t what was making him feel horrified, it was what sat inside the CD. It
was big enough to hold the teeth marks that dripped purple. Karkat swallowed
and just stared at the spade.
 
“Motherfucking miracle isn’t it?” Gamzee asked softly and ran his fingers
through his own blood.”He hates me so much.” Karkat did nothing but stare, and
couldn’t help but wonder if Dave knew just how fucked he was.
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he sink.
"Done!" I walk back over to the counter and step up onto the chair placed in
front of the side counter. "So, what can I do?"
"Well, you can start by pouring four cups of flour into the big mixing bowl."
she taps the metal bowl with her fingers. "Then, you can pour TWO tablespoons
of canola oil" she points to the oil. "Into the bowl."
I take the flour next to me and dip the measuring cup into the bag. One cup, I
count in my head. I dig out some more flour. Second cup. I repeat the action to
more times. Third cup. Fourth cup. Then I grab the thing of oil and I also grab
the tablespoon. I pour the oil onto the spoon and pour it into the big mixing
bowl.
"-ake you happy?"
I put the oil down and turn around. "Hmm?"
"Does this, doing this, relax you? Make you happy?"
I sniff around and realize I released joyful and relaxed pheromones into the
air. I laugh. A small, little laugh. "I....I guess it does!"
"Cooking is great for an omega's soul."
I glare at her. "I'm not your typical omega, Mrs. Smith. Im not gonna bend my
back over just for some Damn alpha. I'm not like that. I don't 'dress' pretty,
I don't act pretty, I can't even cook and clean 'pretty.' I don't want to be an
omega. I never asked for a life of hardship. I should have been born an alpha!"
"Well, you sure have the spirit of one." She chuckles. "So what, you think I
agree with living my life 'bending my back over' for any alpha that comes my
way? Please. Ill put any alpha that comes my way in his place!"
"You-youre an omega? But you flicked Mr. Smith on the nose today!"
"Yeah, so? I don't believe we should be subjected to our social standards. Dont
you agree, alpha-spirit?"
"Is that my new nickname?"
"It could be if you wanted." She shrugs.
I laugh. "Alright."
She finishes the last of the ingredients up and begins to stir them together
with her hands. "How about you knead it?"
I raise my hands up in surrender. "I.....I don't think that is such a good
idea.”
“And why not?” She questions.
“I don’t want to mess anything up!”
“It’s easy, trust me! Here, I’ll show you!” She takes the bread dough from the
metal bowl and plops it down onto wax paper coated in flour. “First, dip your
hands in flour and coat them. That way the bread dough wont stick to your
hands. Then, take your hands and just like this.” She brings her hands down to
the dough and takes the palms of her hands, pushing down the dough with them.
She takes the top of the dough and flips it with her fingers, pushing down with
her palms again, repeating her actions over and over. “Just like this. You got
it? If you need help, let me know.”
Still standing on the chair, I take the flour package and dip my hands in,
coating them in the white powder. I take the dough into my hands and push my
palms into the dough. “You got it. Just like that, Eren.”
“Really?”
“Yep!”
I bring my fingertips to the top of the bread of flatten it out, curving it
over the other dough part. I bring my palms back in and repeat the process.
It’s relaxing as all hell, I realize. The feeling of the dough under my hands,
being in control of it. I continue to do the motions until Marie stops me.
“Ok, that’s good. Now we need to put it back into the bowl and let it rise for
an hour.”
“An hour?!”
“Yep, let’s go watch some tv, how about it?”
----
After an hour or so, I notice the sun coming up. I yawn at the sunrise.
“Erwin should be up soon.”
I finish my yawn in time to answer her statement. “Oh yeah? Work?”
“Mhm.”
“Ah.” I yawn again, loudly this time.
If on cue, Erwin walks into the kitchen, well, more like stumbling his way in.
“Speak of the devil.” Marie leans over and whispers to me. “He isn’t a morning
person. Or a night, I don’t think. I think more of an afternoon type-of-person.
Ha.”
“Coffee…..I need coffeeeeeee.” Erwin whines.
“Hurry you go, honey.” Marie grabs the coffee off the coffee pot and pours some
coffee into a mug. Erwin is dressed in a suit already, lugging around a
briefcase.
After a few sips, he perks up. “Alright, I have to go. Bye sweetheart.” He
kisses her on the cheek.
“Bye honey.”
I go over and tug on Marie’s dress after Erwin leaves for work. “What does Mr.
Smith do for work?”
“Ah, well, he works for a detective agency.
“Like the FBI?" Eren asks the woman.
“Yup, but more low-key. Like one step down from the FBI and more local."
“Ah, I understand. That's pretty cool."
"Well, it's also scary to think of him out there. He puts himself in danger
everyday.”
----
“Erwin!” A man, known as Levi comes rushing into Erwin’s office as fast as
possible for someone of his stature.
“Yes, Levi?”
“What. Is. This?!” He holds up a file with a picture of a boy attached to the
outer part. The boy has soft brown locks, with big hazel eyes and plush lips,
and a little button nose.
“Well, if you should know, it’s a file.”
“Erwin, you big oversized, blonde oof, I know what a fucking file is. What is
THIS doing on my damn desk!?”
“Well, I thought you might want to know a little about your omega."
”My what!?”
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
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"Your omega. The boy is yours to do with as you please. He is back at my house,
ready for you to come pick him up. And make sure-"
"Please Erwin tell me you're joking...."
"MAKE SURE" He shouts over Levi's words "you treat him with respect. Or else
Marie will have both of our heads served on platters."
Levi stares at the photo one last time. "Fine. Ill take the boy."
"Just like that?"
"Yes fucktard, just like that. Ill come pick him up by seven."
Erwin narrowed his eyes. “what are you thinking Levi?”
“Nothing, Erwin. Just nothing.” And with that, Levi left Erwin office, carrying
out the folder in hand. Unbeknownst to Erwin that Levi had a plan.
----
"This bread is so gooooood!" I say around a mouthful of my sandwich.
She shakes her head at me and laughs. "Next time you talk, make sure to close
your mouth. It's all about the manners."
I swallow my food before I speak this time. "Yes, Mrs. Smith."
"Hmm, I don’t know what to do..."
I take another bite and swallow before I try and talk. "About what?"
"Your clothing! It's just filthy by now I bet. Let me see if there is anything
of Levi's here."
"Levi......hmmmm. I recognize that name......" Where did I hear that name?
"Did Erwin tell you?"
I think about it for a second. Yeah, Erwin is the one who told me about Levi!
"Uh huh."
"What exactly did he tell you?"
"Just that Levi will be my new alpha." I clench my fists. I'm nobody's omega!
 
"Woah there. Nobody said you were his omega." Oops. I said that out loud?
"But that's what Mr. Smith said." I pout as I speak.
I"Well, he's wrong."
"What do you mean? Levi will basically own me!"
"Well then don’t let him!" Marie takes a bite from her food. "Make sure he
knows his place. But also know yours too."
"What do you mean, 'my place?' I've done nothing wrong!"
"Just because he isnt 'your alpha,' doesn’t mean you don’t need to respect him.
Use your manner, and treat him decently. He never dealt with an omega other
than at work. Living with one? Now that's a completely different story. So look
at it from his perspective as well." She gets up to get a drink.
"But I don't want to go to anyone! I want to go home!"
Marie sighed. She didn't know how to explain this in the best way possible. "I
don't agree that you should be given away. And I agree you should see your
family, but wait until after you meet Levi. I'm sure he'll take you to see your
family. And if not, I promise when you come over to visit sometime, I will."
I huff and drop my head to the table. "Uuuuuugh! This isnt fair!"
"I know sweetie" she comes over and rubs my back gently. "but you need to
toughen up!" She leans over me. "And plus" she whispers in my ear "he would
really like to have a friend to fix his grumpy self."
I giggle and laugh at that comment. "Really?"
"Mhm!"
"I...I'll give him a chance. But only one!"
"That's the spirit!" She goes to hug me and I flinch slightly, but slowly
accept that this hug feels nice and warm, but awkward because she is pregnant
and her belly is so huge.
"Why don’t you go take a shower and I'll find some clothing for you?"
"I'll like that idea!" I scarf down my sandwich and hop down from the bar
stool. "I really would like a shower. I don’t know when the last time I had a
shower was."
 
"Well, just follow me and I'll show you where the shower is."
She walks over to the steps and starts up them. I follow behind her, similar to
a puppy.
She stops in front of a door, pushing it open the whole way. I can see the
bathroom is painted blue with a white door and white towels lining the wall
over on the left. A toilet sits in the middle, up against the wall. The shower
is at the back of the room, up against the wall just like the toliet.
"Why don't you get in awhile? I'all start to look for something for you to wear
while you're in the shower. Oh and also" she turns around, since she was just
about to leave "I know how much all omegas love fluffy things, so I have the
perfect towel for you. Ill be right back."
She leaves the room. Since she isnt here anymore, I sniff myself. Wow, do I
smell.
-----
She comes back, carrying a blue towel. "Here you go." She tosses the towel to
me from the doorway. I try to catch it, but don’t make it in time.
"Thanks....." I rub the towel against my skin. How super fluffy and soft it is!
"Ha...well, I knew you would like it. Anyways, I'm going for those clothing
now. Just use any soap you want in there, nobody minds." She smiles at me. "Oh
and take however long you want to. I don’t care how long you take. I'm going to
be starting on dinner after I find you clothing, so I'll be downstairs. Hollar
if you need anything." And with that, she turns around, closing the door behind
her.
I undress myself and climb into the tub. I turn the dials to warm and
immediately, warm water comes gushing out of the shower head. It's such a
relaxing feeling. The heat on my skin. I was freezing at that warehouse. I
close my eyes as I sit down in the shower, letting my body soak everything in.
I hear the door gently open, so I assume Marie found some clothing for me.
----
"So what did he have to say?"
"Levi? Not that much. Other than he is coming to pick the child up at seven."
"Erwin, please don’t do this. Take the boy back to his family."
"Marie." A sigh is heard through the phone. "Levi is coming to get him. And
that's final."
"Erwin!" She screeches. "You do NOT tell me if something is final or not. You
got that? I will not tolerate that type of talk."
"Yes dear............He'll be staying for dinner I presume."
"Erwin, he better treat this boy right. If he doesn’t, I'mma beat his ass. This
boy is scared. Scared of how Levi is. And I wouldn’t blame him. But know that I
will be much scarier than Levi ever was if he treats that boy wrong in any
way."
"Well, we wouldn’t want that. Please Marie. The boy will be good for Levi, cant
you see that? Maybe it will stop him from his 'affairs.'"
"And if he uses Eren for his own benefit?"
"He wont. He wouldn’t."
"And how do we know that?!"
"We don’t, but please trust me."
"Erwin....."
"Marie....."
She sighs. Why is she doing this? "Ok, Erwin. I will trust you."
"I’ll see you soon, dear. I love you."
"Yeah, yeah. I love you too."
----
After thoroughly washing my hair and body, twice, I turn off the dials and
climb out of the tub. I see the clothing over on the toilet. I wrap the fluffy
blue towel around my body. It's bigger than me! I start to dry myself off. I
dig through the clothing and notice there is no underwear, but that's ok. There
is a pair of sweatpants and a big white t-shirt. I slide the shirt on, over my
head, slipping my arms into the sleeves. Next I slide my left leg into the
sweatpants. Right leg goes in next. They're too big on me, but I roll up the
pant legs and tie the strings tightly together.
I bring the towel with me as I leave the room and head downstairs. I head to
the kitchen and see Marie standing over some pots and humming to herself.
"Where-!" Marie jumps, almost knocking a pot over. "Mrs. Smith! Are you ok?!?"
I run over to her, checking to make sure she Is alright. She puts a hand over
her heart and a hand onto my shoulder.
"Yes, yes, Eren. I'm fine. Just a little scare is all."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Smith. I didn't mean to scare you like that."
"Its fine Eren...." She takes her hand off of my shoulder and grab the towel
from my hand. "I'll take the towel. Come bring your clothing down from the
bathroom. Ill throw them away. Unless you want to keep them......?"
"Not really." I turn on my heels and head back to the bathroom. Back up the
creaky stairs. Each step feels better now that I'm out of the putrid outfit. I
walk back to the bathroom, entering and picking up my old clothing off of the
linoleum floor by the shower. I walk back out of the bathroom, walking back
down the noisy stairs and into the kitchen once again. "I have the clothing,
Mrs. Smith." I call out to her from the kitchen doorway.
"Ok, just throw it away in trash can. It's under the sink." She doesn’t turn
around, but continues to stir the sauce in the pot.
I make my way over to the sink, bend down, and open the cupboards, finding the
trash can. I throw the clothing away into it. Bye bye, retched clothes.
I close the cupboard back up and turn around, noticing a pair of bar stools at
the island. I realize they are too tall for me, but I climb up one of the
stools anyways. I sit down on one and push my feet off the island, spinning in
the seat.
"Mrs. Smith?"
"Yes?" She turns around and looks at me, wiping her hands off on her green
apron.
"What's Mr. Levi like?" I push from the island again.
"Well" she replies as she makes her way over to me, sitting down on the bar
stool next to mine. "He is an interesting man to say the least."
"Interesting? Like how?" I narrow my eyes at her.
"Hmm, how should I put this? Alright, well, he is quite grumpy. And also very
set in his ways. If he decides something, it gets done. But he also a very kind
man in the heart. Very generous. He also secretly love kids. Ive seen him with
children, and he is just great with them. He cant deal with the mess though. He
is quite a clean freak."
"And what does it look like?" I stare up at her with curious eyes.
"He's short. Very short for an alpha." She chuckles. "He's pale, like a
vampire." She hisses at me like a vampire of some sort and I giggle. "He has
black hair, shaped into an undercut. Hazel eyes, just like yours. Only his are
always narrowed. Also, he always has a look of constipation on his face. You
get use to it." I giggle some more at her words.
"Yeah, you should know something. Erwin doesn’t want you to know, but you
should know. Levi has a problem."
"What type of problem?"
"He has issues with staying with one person."
"What do you mean?
"He....he...." she sighs. "He sleeps around."
My face contorts into one of sadness. "But.....but.....what will I be to him?
Just another plaything? I....I don’t want this!" I start to feel tears creep
down my cheeks.
"Hey! You wont be another plaything! You're going to save him, actually."
"What?" I wipe away at my eyes.
"Erwin believes you will help me out of this problem...."
"But what about you? Don’t you believe that?"
"I......." The doorbell opens before she has an answer said. "That must be
them. We'll talk later. Come, lets go meet Levi."
***** Come away young man *****
I bite my nails in anticipation. What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm not
good enough for him?
What am I saying?!
I don't want to be his pathetic omega! I'm strong, I'm independent! I dont need
some alpha telling me what to do!
I stay sitting on the bar stool as I hear the creaks and groans of the floor
underneath their feet in the hallway to the front door. I lay my head down onto
the marble counter. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I
don’t want this.
I pull my head up and I see Marie pop up from around the corner, with Erwin
following her. I can see a man behind Erwin, well his shadow dances along the
floor. He comes out from behind Erwin. They both walk over to where I am
sitting. Erwin starts talking to me.
"Levi, this is Eren." I look up at the man in front of me. He is short, but yet
his aura is scary. "Eren, this is Levi. Your new alpha." Erwin gestures to the
man.
"Hmm. Not bad, Erwin. Not bad at all."
I glare at him. This man needs to know I wont be treated like garbage!
"He's a little spitfire isnt he?" He goes to put his hand out towards me and I
growl. Low and menacing. "Aww, look at him, Erwin! He thinks he's scary." He
leans in, his Lips pressed right against my ear. I can see Marie start to walk
towards Levi at a fast pace, but Erwin puts his arm out to stop her. "You think
you're scary? Please. You're like a bug I can squash under my foot. Don’t piss
me off. This is your only warning." He releases warning sign pheromones into
the air, so much I start to choke.
"Levi! Stop this! You're frightening the boy!" In that moment, I realize I'm
shaking from the scents in the air. I let out a tiny whimper, not loud enough
for anyone to hear but Levi, who was standing a few feet from me. Levi turns
around and stares at me, eyes widen slightly before going back into the slits
they were.
"Fine. Not my fault he is such a wimp though."
Marie is steaming and if she could, there would be steam coming out of her
nostrils. She moves closer towards me and pushes by Levi with her shoulder. She
comes to the island in the kitchen and rest her elbows on it, leaning over in
front of me. "Why don’t you help me with dinner, Eren? The two alphas can talk,
and we can have our own mini omega party. How bout it?" She smiles at me. I
love her toothy gapped smile.
"Sure!" I reply, excited to spend more time with Marie. I really like her, and
hope to visit her again someday.
She holds her hand out for me, which I grab onto and hop off of the stool. I
follow behind her to the kitchen part where the stove is and take one last
glance behind me, looking right at Levi. He is staring right at me. I flinch
from his scrutinizing gaze and quickly turn back to Marie.
I can hear the alpha men walk out of the room.
"Mrs. Smith?"
"Yes, Eren?" She turns around and looks down at me.
"Why does Levi hate me already?"
She sighs. "He doesn’t hate you. He wouldn’t have come over for you if that was
the case. He just takes a little warming up to do."
"Oh."
"Now help me make the garlic bread. Everything else is done."
She hands me a garlic clove cut in half and a piece of already lightly toasted
bread. "Take the garlic and rub it on to the piece of bread. Make sure you get
it saturated in garlic. That's the tastiest way to make it!" So I do. I
saturate the piece of bread in garlic. Then with the next piece of bread. And
the next. And the next.
"Here!" I say when I'm done with all the pieces of bread she has handed to me.
I take the plate I have set them on and hand the plate over to Marie.
"Ok. Now I'm going to take these pieces of bread and stick them back in the
oven. Would you like to try the sauce?"
"Mhm! I'm very hungry!"
She chuckles."I bet you are. You are a growing boy, after all." She grabs a
metal spoon from a drawer next to me. Marie walks back over to the spaghetti
sauce, lifting the lid, and dripping the metal spoon into the sauce. "Careful."
She declares. It's very hot."I blow on it a few times before I stick the whole
spoon in my mouth. All these flavors! I've never experienced a sauce quite like
this before!
"At the orphanage, we never had this good of food, so thank you Mrs. Smith."
"You lived in an orphanage?" She replies back.
"I...yes."
"Aww, dear. I'm sorry to hear that." Her mouth cocks to the side in a frown.
"I...I don’t like talking about it." I look down at the ground, shuffling my
feet along the light colored floor.
"Ok ,we wont talk about it then." She walks over to a cupboard over top of the
sink and grabs four bowls. She makes her way back to the stove and sets the
dishes down on top of the stove. She grabs one of the bowls and starts to dish
up the spaghetti. First she uses a fork to grab up the noodles, plopping a
couple forkfuls in to the bowl. She takes a big spoon and dishes up some sauce
on to the noodles. "Here." She hands me the bowl with a hot pad underneath. Go
set this at one of the chairs in the dining room." So I do. I set the first
bowl at the head seat. I go back to Marie and repeat the process, saving one
spot for last.
I walk to the chair I left last, carrying a bowl of spaghetti with me. I've
never smelt such a dominating scent before. It reminds me of Levi's so I assume
that is where he sits. I quickly hurry back to help Marie after I set the food
down on to the table.
"What do you need help with now?" I ask Marie.
"I'll put out the garlic bread. Will you go get the guys?"
"I....." I sigh. "Sure."
"Take it in stride, Eren. Take it in stride."
"Yeah, yeah." I leave the room and go to get the alphas.
----
"Erwin, what do you think I'm going to do with the boy? I can see you're on
edge. You got him for me didn’t you?"
"Levi, I don’t know what you think you're going to do with the boy, but he has
been through a lot."
"Erwin, I know about being through a lot. Don’t talk to me like I have
experienced that type if shit."
The blonde holds his hands up in surrender. "Alright. I know, I know.
Just.....the men that were there? That took him? They molested them. They
coaxed his heat. He flinches when you go near him. Don’t force him into
something, got it?"
Levi thinks for a second. Well, he cant force the boy into submission with this
new information. His plan went down the drain.
"Got it loud and clear Erwin."
"Don’t be a sarcastic little shit, Levi."
The boy pops in the second Erwin takes a drink of his whiskey. "Uh, food's
done. Come eat." He quickly disappears, but not before taking one last glance
at Levi.
"Let's eat, shall we?" Erwin says.
----
One thing I noticed about Levi is his face is always screwed up in a face of
displeasure. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I want to smooth out the
lines in his face and run my hand down his cheeks.
I eat my food as I looked up at Levi. Yes, he was attractive but also very
frightening. I don't know what to do. I promised Marie I would try this, but I
really don't want to. I don't want to go home with him.
The spaghetti is so good, and I can't help but compliment Marie on the food.
"Mmm!" I say to Marie. "This is just as yummy as your bread, maybe just a
little more!"
"Well, I'm glad you like it. Maybe Levi will let you take some of the sauce
home with you guys." She winks at me.
Levi put down his fork. "Tch. He can make his own food for us, Marie."
I make an angry face. "I'm not just some omega you can boss around! I dont want
to cook a meal if you make me do it! Ill only cook if I want to do it!" I glare
at Levi. "And yes, we WILL be taking some sauce home with us, LEVI." I
spitefully say to him.
"hmf. And here I thought all you could do was whimper and act cowardly."
"You.....you.....shut up!"
Levi stands up, pushing his chair backwards so far it falls to the ground.
"Don't you speak to an alpha like that!"
"Ill speak to you however I want to!"
"Boys. Both of you! Stop it! Levi, take a break. Eren, finish your food and sit
down!"
"But he started it!" I whine.
"I do not care WHO started it, you finish eating. Now!" She shouts. Erwin
raises an eyebrow, never hearing her shout like that before.
"Calm down sweetheart, you'll upset the baby."
Marie sits back down, so I do as well.
"Tch. I need a cigarette anyways." Levi leaves the room and I can hear the
front door slam. It surprises me and I jump in my seat.
"Well, then." Marie huffs out a noise and goes back to eating. So does Erwin.
But I have lost my appetite and push my food around with my fork.
"I....the food's good, but I think I lost my appetite."
Maries exhales, loudly. She sets her fork down. "Ok. Do you want to go do
something like watch tv or something?" She questions.
"I don’t want to be rude......."
"It's alright honey. I understand. Let's go. I'll turn on the tv for you."
"Thank you." I say quietly, getting up from out of my seat.
I follow Marie out of the kitchen and into the living room, where the tv is.
It's a big flat screen, curved at the ends. She grabs the remote and turns the
tv on. "What do you want to watch?" She inquires. "Uh, it doesn’t matter to me.
I never really use to watch tv so.....I use to watch whatever was on."
"How about Cartoon Network? That's a channel you might like."
"Um, sure." I say, puzzled. What's Cartoon Network?
She puts the channel on, and it's a cartoon. There is a dog and a human? I'm
not sure. But I sit there and watch it for what seems like hours before Marie
comes and joins me on the couch. "So...do you like it?"
"Like what?" I ask her.
"The channel, silly!"
"Oh, OH! Yeah, I love it! It's so funny!" I reply.
I hear the front door slam and again jump, not expecting the noise. I then hear
the stomp, stomp noise of Levi walking towards us. He enters the living room,
coming right towards me at a fast pace. He stands in front of me once he makes
his way over to both Marie and I.
"Alright, Eren. Time to go."
***** IMPORTANT INFO PLEASE READ *****
So here is the thing.
I've been on a mini hiatus, even though I didn't announce it.
I've been deleting my fics left and right, saving 'Craving' and 'A Slave's
Lament.'
There was a chapter 8 on this story, but I deleted it. It wasn't long enough
for my standards, and needed major rewriting..... Most of this story does.
But! I will not be deleting this story as all the comments really help me keep
writing.
Its a new year, and my goal for each chapter is at least 3000 words.
But more exciting news.....I have a wonderful beta writer who is here to help!
I will be putting a link to them (their Ao3 page) as they write some really
good stuff!
So I'm fixing chapter 8 and once I give it to my beta reader, and once I get it
back, I will post it that day!
Thank you Everyone who is still here along this really bumpy roller coaster
ride. I have edited some of the chapters, changing some things so things made
sense.
Peace,
Obey_Your_Corporal
End Notes
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