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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Tavros_Nitram/Equius_Zahhak
  Character:
      Tavros_Nitram, Equius_Zahhak
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Dom/sub, Breathplay
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-16 Words: 2976
****** High Maintenance ******
by mercurialMalcontent
Summary
     Tavros is growing so fast that his robotic legs often need repairs,
     so often that he calls upon Equius for his services every few days.
     Equius patiently provides, despite difficulties that have nothing to
     do with the repairwork and everything to do with how Tavros has
     certain... physical reactions while Equius is kneeling between his
     legs.
Notes
     I run with two particular assumptions here because of Reasons:
     1. Tavros's legs are only replaced from around the mid-thigh down,
     and
     2. While highbloods like Equius use human-familiar terms for rooms
     and items, they use common vulgar terminology for, uh, certain body
     parts.
Tavros is growing at a prodigious rate now that he's in his seventh sweep -- so
much so that every few nights Equius finds him knocking on the door to his
workshop looking sheepish and displaying an entirely new sort of limp. He's
growing so fast that his new weight and proportions are continually knocking
his robotic legs out of alignment, necessitating frequent adjustments. He
really should have a new pair of legs, but there's no point to it until he's
finished his ludicrous growth spurt.
It is a mere pair of evenings since Tavros's last visit before Equius's work is
interrupted by a stuttered knock at his door that is just a little too hesitant
to be simply polite. Equius breathes a sigh through his nose, but he puts his
drafting pencil down nonetheless. As annoying as it is to be interrupted, he
cannot just tell Tavros to leave; without those adjustments Tavros's legs are
in danger of mechanical failure that might lead to injury.
As Equius rises, he glances at the wall clock with a little frown. It is very
late -- near dawn, in fact -- which is an unusual time for Tavros to come to
see him. This worries him; if some trouble from the robotics is paining Tavros,
this means they both have a very long day ahead of them.
But nonesuch seems in evidence; Tavros greets Equius with the same ridiculous
fangy grin as always. "Uh, hey, Equius."
There's no point in letting Tavros dance around the subject. "Your legs are out
of alignment," Equius states. Sure enough, Tavros's shoulders hunch up to his
ears and his brows furrow upward even as his grin widens. "Come in."
Equius stands aside to allow Tavros to maneuver through the door. Tavros knows
the drill; after edging through the door sideways, he paces up and down the
room so Equius can evaluate his gait. The problem this time is subtle; there's
a little hitch in Tavros's step that causes the robotic joints of one leg to
click just slightly off-rhythm. It's a tiny oscillation, so slight Equius
doubts any of the others had noticed it, but in a system as currently unstable
as Tavros's robotic legs a tiny oscillation could rapidly spin out of control.
Diagnosis was the easy part, unfortunately. "You may stop." Tavros turns and
looks questioningly at Equius, who gestures toward his empty workbench. Tavros
nods and thumbs open the button to his pants. Equius hastily turns away to find
the tools he'll need.
It'd had been terribly, horribly awkward, the first few times they'd had to do
this; Equius hadn't been able to help the strangled note to his voice when he'd
told Tavros to remove his trousers, and Tavros's blush in response had had him
drenched with sweat within minutes. Fortunately, much like the earlier part of
the ritual the rules could now go unspoken, and they could both maintain a
little more of their dignity.
When Equius turns back with his tools, Tavros is already sitting splay-legged
on the workbench. Equius swallows hard and forces himself to keep his eyes on
the floor as he approaches. His dignity is already unraveling and will be mere
shreds before he's finished the repair work. Kneeling between another troll's
legs would fluster Equius at the best of times; with only a thin barrier of
stretchy cloth covering Tavros's genitals, it's very nearly mortifying.
"Is, uh, everything okay?" Tavros asks as Equius lowers himself to the floor
and settles back on his heels.
"Everything is within normal parameters, as far as I can determine," Equius
says as he chooses a wrench. "Is there something I have missed?"
"Um, well, you just look like you might, uh." Tavros squirms and his legs
spread wider. "Need a towel already."
Fiddlesticks. It's all Equius can do to keep himself focused. "I assure you
that, should I need one, I have a fresh supply in my sylladex." It comes out a
little icier than he intended, but that's probably for the best. At any rate,
he doesn't dare look up at Tavros to gauge his reaction. "Please hold still."
The command is superfluous; Tavros is very good about holding still and only
moving as Equius guides, but it ends the line of conversation effectively.
Fortunately, Tavros has also long since stopped trying to keep up a line of
nervous chatter while Equius works, which means that Equius has a chance of
keeping his concentration in one piece. He'll need every scrap of it he can
hold onto, for repairing Tavros's legs has proven to be quite the difficult
task.
It isn't the actual repairwork that causes Equius the most difficulty, however.
The challenge to his intellect and fine motor control is considerable, yes, but
those challenges Equius can more than handle, and has been handling for sweeps.
No, the true difficulty is a twist that arose in these repair sessions some
weeks ago. Tavros began having certain... physical reactions toward the end of
each session. The first time, Equius convinced himself that it was merely a
mechanical reaction of Tavros's body to the stimulus of Equius testing
connections and feeling for damage. The second and third times, that
explanation became increasingly less convincing, and after that Equius simply
tried to ignore what was right in front of his nose.
Despite his efforts, Equius could not help but notice that Tavros's growth
spurt had applied to all organic locations of his body, and was just as
generous between his legs as it was everywhere else. The noticing had affected
him so greatly he had finished the last few sessions in dire need of a shower,
and he absconded to the bathroom the moment the workshop door closed behind
Tavros.
Equius shuts these thoughts firmly from his mind, as he really is in danger of
needing a towel. However, there's only so long before he can linger at the
purely mechanical part of Tavros's legs before he has to move up and check the
connections where metal meets flesh. Even though Tavros holds perfectly still
aside from his quick, shuddery breath, moving in so close has Equius running
rivers of sweat. It takes every modicum of concentration he has to keep his
hands steady and any part of him from getting close to Tavros's groin as he
adjust contacts on the underside of Tavros's thigh, the outer side, up near the
hip--
All of Equius's efforts fail him as he draws back and finds out too late that
he misjduged his available space -- his knuckles brush that all-too-attentive
portion of Tavros's anatomy. Tavros gasps a sound that, for a moment, stills
Equius completely. He swallows hard and asks, "Did I... injure you?"
"No," Tavros breathes.
"Excellent," Equius croaks. He has to hurry; between the blood rushing to his
face and the blood rushing to his groin, there's vanishingly little left for
his brain. The contacts on the inner thigh are tricky at the best of times, and
now they'll be nigh-on impossible. He takes a breath and holds it as he leans
in and adjusts. One, two, three, there, fine, and now he just has to feel the
flesh around them, make sure nothing has shifted to harm the major blood
vessels, and oh goodness Tavros's bulge just twitched--
Tavros's voice floats down to him, breathless and shaky. "H-hey, um, Equius?"
"Is. Is there a problem," Equius manages, his eyes firmly on one of the metal
screws of Tavros's right knee.
Tavros squirms, and Equius fights the urge to raise his eyes. "Well, not
really? Or, uh, not at all actually, I just had a question about, maybe, some
tests we could do."
What an odd line of inquiry. Equius furrows his brow. "Tests?"
"Yeah, uh, to make really sure the more, more sensitive nerves are still, you
know, working right. If they aren't, that could be a sign of, uh, all sorts of
problems, right?"
If Equius felt light-headed before, now his head threatens to float completely
free of his neck. Surely Tavros couldn't be suggesting something so lewd as
what he seemed to be suggesting. The very thought is ludicrous -- Tavros is the
boy who litters unintentional innuendo in his ridiculous rap battles, then
blushes and clams up when someone points it out.
But Tavros is also the boy sitting in front of him spread-legged and sporting a
barely-restrained erection. Oh dear. Oh lord. Equius entertains the thought of
emptying all of the towels from his sylladex at once and hiding under them
until Tavros leaves.
"Equius?"
It takes Equius a few tries to get the words out. "I am afraid I do not
understand what exactly you are asking," he manages, all in one breath, and by
some wonder his voice does not crack.
"Ohhh, I thought, um. It might be kind of obvious?" Tavros breathes a laugh
that sends a thrill down Equius's spine. "You'd have to touch, uh, certain
areas, to find out if I respond, and that those responses, are the right ones."
What little of Equius's brain is still functioning can't believe his ears.
"Certain areas," he echoes.
"Yeaaaah, like--" Tavros's broad hand closes around Equius's, which is still
frozen on Tavros's thigh, and shifts it to cup his bulge. "Here."
Tavros presses Equius's captured hand more firmly and Equius gapes as oh stars
oh heavens oh god, Tavros quite unmistakably arches himself up into it.
"That, uh, make sense?"
Equius nods, unable to trust his voice. It couldn't be more clear. He stares in
wonder at how his hand trembles when Tavros releases it, and at how he doesn't
seem to be snatching it back.
"And, uh, I just want you to know, that I trust you, because you've done a
really good job, with my legs, and helping me maintain them," Tavros continues
as he strokes his thumb along Equius's knuckles. "So I think you'd be really
good, at carrying out such a sensitive test. Especially if you maybe wanted to
be extra sure to be careful, and used your lips and tongue, which probably
aren't so strong they'd hurt me."
Equius watches that thumb stroke over his knuckles ever-so-patiently as he
tries to think. He is sure he should be outraged; Tavros has launched this
situation beyond lewd and so far into depraved Equius doesn't think he can ever
find his way back. But instead of outrage he's queasy with desperation and so
hard he hurts, and with every rock of Tavros's hips he cares about returning to
propriety less and less.
"I believe," Equius says to his hand, "that further testing is a very good
idea." He rubs his shaking fingers against the head of Tavros's bulge, and
earns a soft moan. "H-however, it will require that you... remove your
underwear."
Tavros blurts a laugh that startles Equius into looking up at him. The bull-
horned boy is coppery to his shirt collar and wearing that wide smile that
Equius will never find childish again. "I can definitely do that," Tavros says.
"Um, if you'll help me?"
Tavros leans back on his hands and lifts his hips, leaving Equius staring all
over again. "I... yes." He slips shaking fingers under the waistband of
Tavros's underwear and ever-so-carefully pulls them past his hips.
There Equius stills and trembles because Tavros's bulge is frankly magnificent,
flushed dark copper and head slick with pre-ejaculate. He has vague ideas of
how this is supposed to go, how he should take his time, draw this out, but
Equius only has a heartbeat's worth of resistence in him before he lowers his
head and mouths that bulge greedily.
Tavros's startled moan nearly makes Equius draw back, but he finds Tavros has
cupped the back of his head and is holding him in place. He moans, himself, a
sound so wanton he aches with the shame of it as he envelopes the head of
Tavros's bulge entirely.
Tavros's hand tightens as Equius works his lips and tongue in time with
Tavros's quickening breath. "That's, o-oh yeah, you've got it," Tavros gasps,
and presses harder. "Just-- more--" Equius groans and softens his mouth so he
can take more of Tavros in. "Like that--"
Equius gasps around Tavros's bulge and works his tongue frantically. It's
almost too much, having this even much of Tavros's bulge in his mouth and
opening him up so that he can't help but drink in the smell and taste of the
other boy with every breath, every swallow. He shouldn't want it. He should
stop. He could easily push himself away if he wanted to.
Tavros's fingers tangle in Equius's sweaty hair, pull tight enough it hurts in
a way that makes his bulge throb as Tavros makes him tilt his face up, up,
until Equius is looking at him. One corner of Tavros's lips quirks and he
slides Equius's glasses up, off, and Equius shudders at being left so bare.
"K-keep going," Tavros breathes as he presses the back of Equius's head again.
Equius whimpers, because even though he is Equius Zahhak and he does not
whimper, he just did for this boy who is sliding his bulge further and further
into Equius's mouth and won't let him lower his gaze in shame while he does.
Equius softens his mouth and opens himself up as far as he thinks he can, but
when he tries to lean in Tavros pulls his hair and keeps him back. Equius
whimpers again, shamefully, desperately greedy for more, and in one fluid arch
of his hips Tavros gives it to him. Equius's eyes widen and he nearly gags, too
much, but then not enough as Tavros rolls his hips back.
"You're doing good, really good," Tavros breathes. He strokes the top of
Equius's head with his free hand. "So good."
Equius melts at those words, that touch, and Tavros moans as he arches into
Equius's mouth again. It's a little easier this time, and the next time is even
easier. It shouldn't be this easy, it shouldn't feel this good, but the burning
shame doesn't stop Equius from moaning pleadingly until Tavros is fucking his
mouth.
It feels so good it hurts. Equius's bulge is killing him, driving him mad with
the need to touch, and now he can't stop himself, he's too far gone to care
about how fucking shameful it is to rub himself wildly through his shorts like
a wiggler with his first hormonal surge. Tavros's eyes widen at Equius's first
relieved groan and Equius whimpers, pleading, don't make me stop. In response,
Tavros thumbs the base of Equius's unbroken horn as he thrusts hard, and Equius
keens.
"Oh god," Tavros groans and moves faster. "Oh my fucking god you're good--"
Equius moans and shudders, suddenly all too aware that Tavros isn't going to
let up, that he's going to pour himself into Equius's mouth, down his throat,
choke him on it -- and he wants it so badly it has him shaking and close. He
moans frantically again and again, begging Tavros with everything he has to use
him, defile him, please please please--
"Fuck, oh fuck Equius, YES--"
Tavros bucks as he comes in what feels like a torrent. It's thick and bitter
and way too much, it runs from Equius's mouth and down his chin even as he gags
on trying to swallow it down. It doesn't seem like it will ever stop, Tavros
keeps groaning and pounding into him driving Equius even more frantic with a
need for air and his own release. All at once it hits him, he blurts a choked
scream with the last of his air and nearly shakes apart with the sheer depraved
bliss of it as he spills out into his shorts.
It isn't until Tavros guides Equius's head back and frees himself from his
mouth -- seconds, days, years later -- that Equius comes back to himself with a
spluttered cough. He gasps for breath with his eyes squeezed shut, not ready to
look yet, wishing he weren't being looked at. He feels light and empty and
utterly disgusting, sitting in a puddle of his own sweat and dripping with
ejaculate from the chin down.
"That-- was a really, really successful test, I-I think," Tavros says with a
little laugh. He cups Equius's face and tilts his chin up, and as much as
Equius doesn't want to look the gesture is so unexpected he opens his eyes
anyway. Tavros is smiling at him in a way that makes him shiver with an ache he
didn't know he could muster again so soon. "Thank you for helping me with it."
Equius's eyes drift shut as Tavros strokes his head. "It was-- it was my
pleasure," he says in a hoarse whisper. "But it is very late. You should leave
now."
"Oh, yeah, I guess it is? And you still, uh, need to use the ablution trap
before you can sleep." But Tavros doesn't stop stroking or remove his other
hand from the back of Equius's head. "But, hm. Equius?"
Equius hesitates before he says, "Yes?"
"I, well, think it would be good if we ran more tests, maybe. I could, uh, come
in earlier in the night, and we could, well, take our time?" Tavros strokes a
thumb along the edge of Equius's ear. "Just, you know, whenever your schedule
is clear enough."
Oh. "I'm free from midnight tomorrow," Equius blurts.
Tavros laughs, soft and delighted. "That's, that's really excellent. Really
really excellent." He tilts Equius's chin up and Equius looks up into Tavros's
sweet, soft smile. "You're really good," he whispers.
Equius drops his gaze, unable to bear that smile any longer. "Thank you," he
murmurs. "I... always try to give my best with such demanding projects." He
ghosts his fingers up the inside of Tavros's thigh, and allows himself a smile
at Tavros's gasped laugh.
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