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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Tavros_Nitram
  Character:
      Gamzee_Makara, Tavros_Nitram
  Additional Tags:
      Somnophilia
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-19 Words: 1664
****** Feeling Miracles ******
by Chichirinoda
Summary
     Shortly after Tavros has his injury, Gamzee comes to see if his best
     bro needs any help. And when Tavros falls asleep, Gamzee does his
     best to help his motherfucking best bro out.
Notes
     Wrote for this prompt in the_Homestuck_Kink_Meme.
gallowsCalibrator [GC] started trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]
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terminallyCapricious [TC] logged off.
 
It had been a long motherfucking night. So long that Gamzee had a hankering for
another pie, or maybe three, but he didn't have any of his pie-making tools
with him, and anyway, he didn't want to disturb his motherfucking best bro,
when he was all getting his sleep on.
Of course as soon as he heard from his sister Terezi that his main bro had had
himself a little fucking fall, he had made his way to Tavros' hive to see if
there was any way he could get his help on.
Tavros was surprised to see him, he thought. At least, he had stuttered in a
pretty motherfucking nervous way, even more than he had ever before, and
babbled something about cullings and Imperial Drones, and cringed in a way that
made Gamzee's blood pusher get all up and painful in a way he wasn't used to.
He hadn't liked that feeling, not at all, and he'd suggested that what his best
brother really needed was a horn pile to get his feelings jam on, since he was
getting his words all tangled trying to show off his feelings while sitting in
that miracle four-wheeled device instead.
Thankfully, he'd had a horn pile with him, and it had only taken a couple of
miracles to get them out of his sylladex and properly piled up all over the
floor.
Once they were all and sitting on the horn pile, Tavros had poured out his
feelings in a motherfucking flood. Mostly he hadn't used words, but just poured
those feelings right out of his eyes in a torrent of hiccupping sobs that made
Gamzee's shirt pretty wet with brown tears.
Gamzee had taken off his shirt after a while, but that hadn't really helped
that much, just making the tears run down his chest a bit and leave his skin
stained a bit with that shitty sad colour. Those sobs had been pretty tiring,
it seemed, and pretty soon his main bro had stopped crying and started getting
his sleep on again, which was probably just as well.
Thing was, Gamzee was starting to feel a bit clear headed, which brought him
back to the problem of the pies.
If he were to go and get his baking on, then he'd have to leave his main bro
here, and maybe he'd wake up when he moved, and that'd just be the wrong thing
to do. It just didn't feel right to leave him here alone in a horn pile,
especially since he was getting his sleep on, not in a recuperacoon or
anything.
It wasn't good to sleep alone like that. So Gamzee was pretty much stuck.
And it wasn't like he really wanted to leave his main bro anyway. He had this
cute look on his face, all smoothed out and vulnerable, like he really had not
a single care in the world. And when Gamzee first arrived he looked like he had
a whole shitload of cares.
Gamzee's hand was resting on his chest, and he watched his hand go up and down
for a bit. Each time Tavros' chest rose in a breath, Gamzee's hand rose again,
and when he breathed out, down went his hand.
It was like a miracle.
And so was the way his breathing hitched and then rushed out into Gamzee's
mouth when Gamzee's very own lips gave him a soft kiss.
He was careful not to wake him, though. Gamzee hadn't yet asked him to get his
sloppy makeouts on, so Tavros had never really said a yes or a no, and Gamzee
didn't want to do anything his best bro didn't want. Nothing that'd turn that
smile into a frown or make him stutter in that scared way. No, he'd had enough
of that for one night, that was for motherfucking sure.
But he was getting a little bored, and without any pies, he had to have
something to distract himself. He couldn't even open his modus and watch the
colours. The motherfucking miracle lights might wake his best bro.
He glanced down at Tavros' legs. Those miracle legs that had made him run and
jump and now just lay there like dead things. Like dead fish washed up on the
beach, they lay there, one foot going one way and the other going the other,
like they didn't even know which way they were supposed to go.
Gamzee ran a hand over Tavros' thigh, and it didn't even twitch. Tavros had
said he couldn't feel anything in his legs anymore. And that wasn't a miracle,
at all.
In fact, it seemed pretty fucking bad, not to be able to feel anything down
there.
But maybe he could, and just didn't know it. Maybe his legs had told him he
couldn't feel anything, but he could feel in other places. If he could, maybe
it wasn't so bad after all. Tavros could still get around on his miracle
wheels, and still fill pails for the drones, and there was no need for all
these shitty tears.
Especially if Tavros had a best bro like Gamzee who could explain to the drones
that culling was just not the thing to do in this case, even if it did seem
like Tavros was weak and broken like a puppet with no one's hand stuffed up its
ass to be making it get up and dance.
Gamzee pushed Tavros' shirt up a bit, baring a slice of grey stomach, soft and
vulnerable. He played his claws across his husk, and the skin jumped a little.
So here he could feel, for sure. That was good. That was motherfucking great.
There was little that Gamzee would hesitate over once he'd decided to do it. So
next he opened Tavros' fly and tugged his pants down a bit, baring his bulge.
Of course, it didn't look like much, just that bony sheath covering the
miracles inside, and even if Tavros could feel things there, it would take a
bit of work to get it to wake up, anyway.
It was nice work, though. Work that Gamzee thought he'd like to do. So with a
soft hum and a chuckle, he got on with rubbing his best bro's bulge with his
palm, curling his fingers under the bony sheath to tickle at the softer flesh
underneath.
"Come on," he murmured, real fucking quiet so he wouldn't wake his best bro.
"Wake the motherfuck up." He was talking to Tavros' bulge, not to Tavros. But
he was pretty sure Tavros' bulge would understand that.
Tavros gave a soft murmur in his sleep and shifted. A few horns gave quiet
honks, but nothing that would scare a motherfucker. Gamzee smiled as he watched
Tavros sink deeper into sleep, though he wasn't sure if he had just moved
because it was just what was in his sleeping heart at that moment, or if it was
because of his ministrations.
Better not give up too quick.
He rubbed a bit harder, feeling the flesh beneath his fingers pulse and swell,
the tendril uncoiling and then recoiling around Gamzee's wrist. It was so
motherfucking sweet, the way it hunted around for a nook, and how it grabbed
for Gamzee like it just wanted to hold hands.
But even though it was so nice and sweet and Gamzee loved every bit of that
slick, soft flesh that rubbed on his skin and swelled with blood and longing,
Tavros didn't motherfucking wake up.
How could it be that his bulge was all awake and happy, but Tavros just slept
on and on like nothing was motherfucking happening? Like as if he couldn't feel
a thing.
It made this motherfucker's blood pusher squeeze again, but maybe if he just
did more, he would remind his best bro that there was good things to feel down
here. There were happy miracles to have, and miracles that Gamzee could give to
him.
As he ran his fingers - careful, always careful of his claws - over the
coiling, squeezing flesh, he shifted a bit, pulling Tavros' dead fish legs
further apart and tugging his jeans down a bit more, and then he could put his
other hand between his legs, just feel all up in his nook, and rub around
inside there.
Suddenly, Tavros gave a soft jerk and a sigh. A moan escaped his lips, and
though his eyes still stayed closed, his eyebrows drew together and his back
arched a little, as if he just wanted to get so much closer to Gamzee, but his
legs wouldn't let him do it.
"Yeah...yeah, that's right," Gamzee whispered, talking to Tavros this time, and
not his bulge. "Yeah, I'll just motherfuckin' show you."
He rubbed and squeezed, in just the ways he knew felt right. His bro's
breathing grew faster and faster, and his fingers clenched. A few horns
murmured, and then he spasmed, his mouth open and his chest rising and falling
like he was going to explode--
And he did explode. A loud cry erupted from his chest, and his bulge jerked,
and then there was a different kind of brown fluid all over Gamzee, running
down his chest and soaking into his pants, and generally all messy and soppy
and motherfucking perfect.
And then those sweet eyes were opening, blinking up at Gamzee with startled
confusion. Gamzee's hand was back on his chest, and it rose and fell like
Tavros had gotten up on his dead legs and run.
"...Wh-what, uh, happened...?"
"Miracles..." Gamzee purred, spreading his lips in a grin. "Don't you
motherfuckin' love them?"
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