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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Davesprite/John_Egbert
  Character:
      Davesprite, John_Egbert
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, Avian_sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-28 Completed: 2012-01-18 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4167
****** I'm a Real Boy ******
by CelestialSymphony
Summary
     Several weeks into their three year voyage, John notices that
     Davesprite has been missing for a few days. He goes to LOHAC and
     finds his orange feathery friend in need of comfort and a little bit
     more.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Davesprite?”  John called as his feet touched down onto a half-submerged metal
gear.
It had been three days since the orange avian had disappeared.  He had been a
constant sight on the ship, or rather flying around above it.  The first day
John hadn’t worried too much, thinking maybe he was just missing the other man
by moments.  The second day he chalked it up to sleeping in.  After all there
wasn’t much to do on a three year voyage except hang around the ship.  On the
third day John finally asked Jade.  She was in the middle of a very intense
game of checkers with Casey and had waved him off.
“He asked to go to LOHAC a few days ago,” She grabbed a red piece and moved it
diagonally on the grid as the lizard across from her blew a bubble in
annoyance, “Ha!  Take that!  But yeah, he’s been there for a few days now.”
“Well did he seem alright?” John wrung his hands a little worriedly, they had
been on the ship a few months and Davesprite had never been away this long
before.
“Fine to me,” Jade answered distractedly as Casey used her tail to slide a
black piece along the board.
“Maybe I should go and check on him?” John huffed a bit, not liking being
ignored.
“Have fun,” Jade moved another piece across the board as John stood by,
impatiently tapping his foot until he almost snapped.
“Well?!”
“Well what?” Jade turned to him, surprise at John’s tone written on her face.
“I can’t very well go to LOHAC with my own powers, now can I?”  He wrote it off
as his worry for the feathery asshole that he was being snippy, but he still
felt bad when Jade looked a little hurt by his harsh tone, “Sorry.”
“It’s ok,” Jade forced a smile, she knew just as well how hard this whole three
year trip concept was to wrap ones brain around, let alone get by trying to be
chipper and not worry over sometimes the tiniest things, “Just tell me when
you’re ready to come back.”
Before John could apologize again he felt the green tendrils surround him as
the world around him grew exponentially.  He knew he was shrinking, but he
preferred to think everything else was blowing up to preposterous proportions,
for some reason that kept it from feeling completely weird.  As the green
tingle subsided, a burst of heat washed over him as LOHAC appeared, presumably
from Jade’s sylladex.  As he descended towards the molten ocean, John carefully
took hold off the updrafts and air currents produced by the heat and began
circling the planet for any signs on Davesprite.
John circled the small planet several times and was about to take the nearest
portal to search the other worlds when something small and orange caught his
eye, drifting on a soft breeze near the surface.  The boy flew closer and saw a
soft feather dragging along the metallic surface.  The another, and still
another, until the trail lead to a small dark opening in one of the clockwork
buildings where several feathers clung to the tiny gears that whirred and
clicked around it.
“Davesprite?”  John called as his feet touched down onto a half-submerged metal
gear.
There was no response but a soft ruffling and a flash from inside the dark
recess caught John’s attention and he called again, “Davesprite?”
“Go away, John,” The voice was cool and calm as always, but John had begun to
pick up the subtle nuances of the patented Strider Cool, and what he heard
worried him.
“Davesprite, you ok?” John took a step across the steaming metal as he heard
another ruffle of feathers.
“Peachy fucking King, Egbert,” This time the irritation was evident, “Thank
you, now please go away.”
John took a step into the darkness and let his eyes adjust before smirking,
“Dude, are you sitting on a nest?”
“No, Just a pile of random shit that glitters that looks pretty.  Of course
it’s a fucking nest.”
Sure enough the orange sprite was curled up in a mass of glitter and fluff. 
John recognized pebbles from LOLAR, some Nakodile artifacts, broken gears, some
glowing mushrooms from John’s planet, plenty of fluff which he assessed came
from the massacred remains of a pile of smuppet skins that lay shredded nearby,
and all of it was piled in a large white basin.
“Is that my bathtub?”
“Fuck off, you don’t need it anymore.”
“Woah,” John put his hands up, “No need to get all cagey Davesprite, I…”
“Dave,” His voice sounded more like a growl.
“What?” John was really confused and a little scared; he had never seen his
friend act like this.
“My name is Dave,” John was sure if he didn’t have glasses on, fire would be
shooting from his eyes burning a hole into his soul, “Not Davesprite, not Fake
Dave, not Feathery Asshole.  My fucking name is Dave. I’m a Real Boy.”
“Hey, hey,” John rushed to orange boy-bird’s side as he wrapped his good wing
around himself and snuggled down into the fluff, “I’m sorry.”
“John,” Dave’s voice was muffled through his feathers, “Just please go away?”
John settled on the edge of the tub and reached out a hand to put on Dave’s
head, but his stretched his wing and buried himself further into his own
feather.  This didn’t deter John who instead began to pet the exposed ridge of
feathers.  A soft sound came from under the wing and it shuttered as he ran his
fingers across the soft feathers and under to where the fluffy down was.  A
smirked played across the blue eyes boy’s lips as the wing flexed then relaxed,
lowering as John ran his hand further up, scratching under the feathered ridge
the whole way.  When a shoulder was exposed, he switched to the feathers there,
and when Dave’s orange neck and head finally appeared, John worked his fingers
just under his friend’s ear, causing a hum to resonate through Dave’s throat as
his head lulled to the side.  Dave’s jaw worked and his breath became labored
as he leaned into the touch until quite suddenly a small chirp left his lips.
Dave suddenly went ridged as John giggled, “Dave, did you just chirp?”
“Shut up,” Dave suddenly pushed John away and buried himself under his wing
again, “Get the fuck out.”
“Aww come on, Dave,” John couldn’t help but giggle, his prankster’s gambit
going wild.
“Fuck off, Egbert,” Dave’s voice was muffled under his wing.
John started scratching again and Dave quickly lowered his wing and allowed
John back at his neck feathers, all the while warbling, “God damn it…John…I
said…leave…stop it…this isn’t…funny…peep!”
“So wanna tell me what’s wrong?” John continued to scratch Davesprite’s neck as
the bird-boy leaned into his hand, his head supported by John’s wrist.
“What do you…peep…mean?”
“Well you’ve been gone for three days,” John smirked as he hit another tender
spot and made Dave shudder and coo, “Then when I come and find you, you get all
defensive, and you’re sitting on a nest and chirping at me as I scratch your
neck.”
Dave raised his hand and reluctantly pushed John’s arm away, “Honestly didn’t
think you’d notice.”
“Of course I noticed!” John scoffed, “You’re only my best friend ever.”
“No I’m not,” Dave lowered his head into his shoulders and pulled his wing
protectively around his torso, not hiding his head, but wrapping himself like
in a comforting blanket, “I’m not your Dave.  My John died, remember?  So I am
just a sprite, a fake, a feathery asshole who wishes he could be Dave.”
John turned his face away, a bit ashamed that his friend felt that way, “But
you are Dave.  You’re a part of him, anyway.  I think that when this is all
over, you’ll be Dave again.  That all the dead Dave’s, and dead…ME’s will
become part of the same person again and we’ll remember everything, then this
conversation will seem silly in the end.”
“I hope you’re right,” Dave sighed, “Then again I hope the bird part fucks off
and dies.”
“Why?” John beamed and scratched Dave’s wing playfully, “I kinda like this
part.”
“Yeah well the rest of the package kinda sucks,” Dave gently shook off John’s
hand again.
“Rest of it?”  John tilted his head in confusion.
Dave took in a deep breath and sighed, “You know I’m part bird, and I’ve been
missing for a few days, and I kinda built this nest.  Well…”
Dave pulled back his wing and shifted back, his tail uncurling from under him
revealing a bright red, glossy shelled egg.
“Holy shit, Dave,” John stared, his jaw slightly agape, “Is it gonna hatch?”
“I dunno,” Dave shrugged, “My human brain says ‘no’ because it wasn’t
fertilized, but my birdbrain says ‘sit on it’.”
“But wait, I thought only girl birds could lay eggs?” John looked up at his
friend, even as his fingers ghosted across the even shell of the ovum; it was
warm and smooth as glass.
“Must’ve been a female crow,” Dave shrugged as his orange tail began to wind
around the egg once more.
“So are you, like, not a boy anymore?” John blushed as he asked the question.
“Only you, Egderp, would ask such a question,” The orange Dave pursed his lips
and crossed his arms, “Yes I’m still a boy, I just have a cloaca now.”
“A what?”  John giggled at the silly sounding word.
“A cloaca,” Dave’s cheeks flushed a deeper orange, “Kinda like a pussy I
guess.  I’m not all that clear how it works, because some boy birds have them
too.  It’s confusing.”
“Can I, uh, see it?” The little cave went silent except for the ever present
hum of cogs grinding and lava bubbling outside. 
John blushed a deep red and Davesprite became one bright glowing color of
orange, though his poker face was firmly in place.  John felt like fleeing,
like hiding and never being found.  Ever. Again.
“Well, ya know,” Dave finally found his voice, “I still got the legendary
Strider Man Meat down there too so…”
“Forget I said that,” John laughed nervously and buried his head into his
hands, “Wow, way to go John.”
Dave chuckled and grabbed ahold of John’s wrist, causing the blue eyed boy to
look up.  With his ghost tail, the sprite carefully lifted the egg out from
under him and placed it into a crevice just outside the tub, one lined with
glowing gears and fluff and rocks, obviously meant to keep the egg warm when
Dave went out to look for more nesting materials.  Once he was sure the egg was
secure, Dave pulled John down into the nest with him and snuggled up with the
mildly protesting boy.
“Daaaaaaaave,” John feigned a struggle, “What are you doing?”
“Bro cuddles,” Dave wrapped his arms around John and pulled his wing around
them like a blanket, nuzzling into his friend’s neck.
John took his fingers and started scratching under the long orange feathers
around Dave’s neck again and to his delight Dave didn’t hide the warbles and
chirps that escaped his lips as he melted into the boy.  After a few moments,
John let his hands wander to the feathers on the boy’s chest, eliciting deeper
sounds from Dave, who pressed his face harder into John’s neck, his fingers
kneading at the back of John’s blue God-tier shirt.  Tentatively, the blue eyed
boy moved his hands to Dave’s abs.  The tight mass of muscles flexed and
extended under his touch as the orange boy bent his back, his breath hot and
ragged on John’s skin.
“John,” Dave groaned and panted, his fingers twisting into the fabric of John’s
shirt.
John swallowed hard and took a deep breath before decisively moving his fingers
lower.  When he brushed up against a warm pulsating mass just under the feather
line, Dave took in a sharp breath and John hesitated, realize it had to be
Davesprite’s penis.  But his curiosity kept him going.  His fingers searched
lower, finding and lightly teasing Dave’s balls as the orange sprite tail
wrapped around John’s leg, grabbing and squeezing much like the hands at his
back.  Dave let out a series of chirps and nuzzled hard into John’s neck, his
hips pushing against John’s hand.  Suddenly, John’s fingers found an opening in
the skin, wet and moist and tight muscles.  Dave whipped his head back in a
surprised and pleasured gasp before launching towards John’s face and locking
their lips together.
“Is that?” John bumped his sweating forehead against Dave’s.
“Uh-huh,” the boy’s voice was higher than normal, his breathing shaky.
John reached up with his free hand and removed Dave’s glasses.  Orange pupils
met his watery blue ones before closing as their lips met again.  Dave let out
a pained moan of pleasure as John gently slipped a finger into the cloaca
opening.  The orange boy slipped his hands under John’s shirt and pressed hard
against his friend’s lower back, his erection slipping from beneath the
feathered covering and grinding into the bulge in John’s own pants.  Dave
locked their lips again, his tongue invading John’s mouth as his slipped his
hands into the slightly smaller boy’s pants, first cupping and kneading the
muscles of his hips and ass, before sliding around front to grab ahold of
John’s pulsating cock.
It was John’s turn to moan, “Oh Dave.”
“I love you John,” Dave panted, “I love you so much.  Please don’t stop.”
“I love you too, Dave,” John panted, sweat slicking back his hair, “Dave, I
love you.  I love you.  I love you.”
Dave was on the verge of crying from relief and from the overwhelming
pleasure.  Later he would blame it on stupid birdbrained hormones, though
secretly he’d remember that this is what he’d always wanted, even before he’d
prototyped himself with the orange crow sprite.  His body was a mix of newly
found desires and hormones and confusion and understanding all jumbled inside
of animal insticnts, both human and crow.  As John slipped a second finger in,
Dave let out a small peep which made John giggle.
“Shut up,” Dave bumped his forehead against John’s, though he too smirked and
chuckled.
“Dave,” John’s voice was soft and unsure, “I wanna…you know…”
As if to emphasize what he was too embarrassed to say, John scissor his fingers
inside Dave’s opening.  Dave rushed his lips into John’s and moaned before
pulling back.
“We are making this happen,” Dave smirked, his orange eyes burning as he got
lost in cobalt orbs, “We’re gonna do this.”
John giggled and reluctantly removed his fingers from Dave.  The bird-boy
removed his wing so John could sit up and rip off his shirt and hood.  As soon
as flesh was exposed, Dave latched onto John’s nipples, licking and sucking and
gently scrapping his teeth along the sensitive flesh, making John moan and
shiver, his hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants.  Dave continued to
kiss and suck at John’s chest and stomach until the smaller boy finally managed
to get the rest of his clothes off.  Realizing the seriousness of what they
were about to do, the two boys parted slightly, taking in the sight of one
another, before Dave laid back on the nest.
Grabbing John’s hand and entwining their fingers, Dave smiled up, “It’s ok,
John.  I love you, no matter what.”
John smiled and carefully laid down on top of his friend, their hips and
erections sliding against each other as the two boys kissed once more.  John
stopped moving and laid his head down beside Dave’s so he could catch his
breath and the orange boy wrapped his arms around his friend, rubbing soft
patters into the hot skin.
“I hope we remember this,” John’s voice was quiet and shaky, “I hope I remember
that I love you, when it’s all over.  That you love me, too.”
“Always,” Dave cooed and pressed his cheek into John’s damp hair, “Always.”
John pulled back and rubbed his nose against Dave’s in an Eskimo kiss and
giggled, “Good.”
Then they were kissing again, their hips grinding together as Dave’s hands
played with John’s shoulder muscles.  John slipped a hand between them and once
more found Dave’s opening, carefully pressing in first one finger, then two,
and once he thought Dave was ready, a third finger, wiggling them inside the
smooth opening.  Dave chirped and warbled and moaned and groaned, his fingers
leaving trails down John’s back, his orange tail wrapping tightly around John’s
leg.  John lowered himself a big so that Dave’s cock was pressing into his abs
as he lined up with the opening.  Dave sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth
as the head of John’s engorged dick slid inside, his finger digging into the
boy’s shoulders.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” John panted and began to pull back out till Dave stopped
him.
“No!” Dave panted and tried to uncontort his face, “No, please.  Just….give me
a minute.”
John held still for a moment while the orange boy’s chest heaved beneath him. 
Propping himself up with one arm, John took his other arm and began to scratch
at the soft down feathers and that did the trick.  Dave’s muscles loosened and
he relaxed, causing John to slide in a little more.  John reached between then
and grabbed ahold of Dave’s protruding cock and the boy let out a cry.
“Oh my god! John?!” It was both a question and permission and the blue eyed boy
was glad of it.
John slid himself the rest of the way into the opening before resting his head
against Dave’s feathered chest, sweat beading up and looping down his nose. 
Dave wrapped his arms around John’s shoulders and brought his wing over top of
them like a shield, both boys panting and shuddering.  When he deemed it time
to move, John put his hands on either side of Dave and carefully pulled almost
completely out before pushing all the way back into the warm, smooth opening
that tightened around him, flexing and stretching.  Dave groaned and chirped
and arched his back, his tail curling around John’s leg even tighter as the boy
pumped in and out, faster and faster. 
John knew he couldn’t last much longer, between the smooth but firm walls of
Dave’s opening and the sounds the orange boy was making, he was ready to go
over the edge into blissful oblivion.  Grabbing ahold of Dave’s cock, John gave
it a fierce pump making the boy under him scream his name and claw at his
shoulders, spilling orange glowing liquid onto their stomachs.  As Dave cried
out his name, John pumped his hips once more and came, his hips thrusting
shallowly as he emptied himself before collapsing on top of his lover. 
Carefully, John climber up Dave’s chest till their lips met once more.  Dave
beamed at him and nudged their heads together, his wing wrapping around them
both.
“If you have a John-Dave-Bird baby,” John mumbled, “I will deny everything.”
Dave conked his head a little roughly against John’s as both boys giggled,
“Fuck you.”
“Love you,” John’s voice was distant, sleepy.
“Love you too,” Dave wrapped his orange wing tightly around them both like a
blanket before both boys fell asleep, nuzzled together and content.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Dave's egg hatches!
Chapter Notes
     I was asked to continue the story so here it is! And who knows, maybe
     I'll come back with some more ;)
John became aware of the world around him slowly.  He was warm.  Very warm. 
Hot in fact.  But it was a soft warmth that surrounded him, like a big blanket
and a soft, gently inflating and deflating pillow beneath him.  He sighed and
nuzzled into the warmth as recent events bloomed back into his memory like pig
puffy flowers of orange.  A soft scratching sound distracted him from his
recollections and his brow furrowed, his eyes still shut.  The scratching sound
came again and the figure beneath him shifted slightly.  The sound came again,
more urgent this time, like someone tapping on glass.  It was followed by a
curse from under him.
“Shit!” Davesprite shifted and gently shook John, “Hey, Egbert.  Time to get
up.”
“Hmm?” John rubbed sleep from his eyes as he sat up and shifted off of Dave.
The ethereal boy bent over the side of his nest and began to rummage and
finally produced the bright red egg from where he had stuffed it earlier.  The
thing was shaking and the tapping sound became crystal clear.  John’s eyes
widened as Dave’s narrowed worriedly.
“Dave!” John giggled with delight, “Dave it’s going to hatch!”
“I’m aware of that, Egderp,” Dave tried to hide the worry in his voice, but
John recognized it and laid a hand atop the egg as well.
“Dave,” John smiled, “It’s gonna be ok.”
Dave was about to protest when he locked eyes with his bespectacled lover and
sighed, “Ok, John.”
The blue eyed boy scooted closer and Dave lifted his wing to allow the boy in
next to him, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly as his orange ghost tail
wrapped protectively around the egg.  As the tapping grew more fervent, a small
series of bright orange cracks began to form in the shell.  Dave squeezed
John’s hand tighter and jumped a bit as a piece of shell burst open to reveal
tiny orange fingers.  John was squirming and all but squealed as a tiny little
peep came from the opening.  John moved to help the little guy out but Dave
restrained his hand.
“Little guy has to do it himself,” Dave smirked at John, “Gotta prove he’s
strong enough to be a Strider.”
John looked over his glasses at Dave with a smug expression but didn’t seek to
help any further. Soon another piece of shell was pushed out and away followed
by more triumphant peeps. Suddenly the whole side of the egg cracked open and
John shot his hand out to catch the little orange lump that came tumbling out
with it.
It was smaller than a human baby but much larger than a baby bird.  It was just
as orange as it’s parent, it’s little tail curling reflexively around John’s
pinky for support.  It had a set of small wings which were still covered in egg
goop and it shook it’s head, sending little bits of glowing gel flying from
it’s lighter colored hair.  It turned it’s little eyes up at the pair who
hovered over it and John gasped.  They were wide and solid red.  It peeped, a
little frightened at the two imposing figures above it and curled it’s wings
around it.
“Ohhhh,” John cooed and brought it up close to his face, “It’s ok little guy!”
Red eyes looked up at John, then over to Dave, then back before chirping
happily and reaching it’s hands out to grab at John’s glasses.  Dave nudged his
shoulder into John and pulled him closer with his arm, enwrapping them all with
his wing.  Tentatively, Dave reached out an orange finger and stroked the side
of the mini sprite’s face, receiving a delighted chirp in response.  It grabbed
ahold of Dave’s finger and began to gum at it absently.
“Dave,” John giggled, “I think he’s hungry.”
“What?” Dave looked from the mini sprite to John and back again, “Oh no, I
ain’t chewing up no worms for the little guy.”
“Here,” John carefully handed the little sprite off and drew out his sylladex
till he came across a banana and drew it out, peeling it open and giving a tiny
piece to the eagerly chirping baby.
“Why do you have banana’s?” Dave watched as his miniature version grabbed ahold
of the piece and began to gum at it happily.
“Casey loves ‘em,” John shrugged, “So I always keep a few with me.”
The little cave became quiet except for the occasional chirping for more as
Dave held the little orange sprite and John broke off more bits of the mushy
yellow fruit.  When he’d had enough, the little guy yawned and grabbed at the
feathers around Dave’s neck sleepily.  Dave set him up on his shoulder and the
little sprite quickly burrowed in and was quickly asleep.  After a few moments
of watching the little baby sleep, John turned his eyes to Dave.
“Dave,” John whispered excitedly, “You’re a daddy!”
“Great, just what I wanted,” Dave sighed, “To be a single parent.  Well I guess
it runs in the family.”
“You don’t have to be,” John smiled, “I’m here.”
Dave smiled back and squeezed John’s hand, “Thanks, John.”
“So what are you gonna name him?”
Dave looked at the little sleeping figure curled up on his shoulder, “You know,
I think I’d like to name him after my brother.”
“Hmm,” John smiled and leaned in to kiss Dave, “I like that.”
The two carefully snuggled together and drifted back off to sleep with baby
Dirk snoozing happily between them.
End Notes
     Trying something new with the whole Cloaca thing. Debating on
     continuing as a series or something. Based off a set of sketches that
     I saw and unfortunately have no link to :/
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